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pearlywritings · 2 months

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The scent of being mine

synopsis: lately your husband has been staying deep in his thoughts as if bothered by something. It's only natural you want to figure it out and help.

pairing and characters: Neuvillette x fem!reader

tw: established relationship (marriage), tiny hurt/comfort, draconian features (scenting, growling, implied sharp nails)

word count: 3k+ words

“Beloved, you are brooding. More than you usually are.”

Your comment snaps Neuvillette from his thoughts, long lashes fluttering in surprise. He blinks, primordially beautiful eyes finally focus on the document in front of him, and the man makes a frustrating discovery - he’s been staring at one single line of text for who knows how long.

“Beloved?” Your sweet voice soothes the momentary disappointment, and Iudex’s undivided attention is on you in a second.

“Yes, my dear? My apologies, I didn’t quite catch what you said. Could you be so kind and repeat, please?”

You lower the book onto your lap, and the man can’t help but relish in the sight of you comfortably lounging on the sofa in his office at the Palais Mermonia, with your shoes neatly put near one of its legs and your legs hidden under the light embroidered plaid. Your back and side sink into multiple pillows, half of which he fetched for you previously from the second sofa, and you look pleasantly relaxed within the walls of his work space, knowing very well that he has no meetings scheduled for the day, and the only people who can enter his office are the melusines with document delivery. And who would be uncomfortable in the presence of their own ‘daughters’?

“I was saying that you are brooding. And It won't be superfluous to note your sour mood too,” you nod in the window’s direction, where the sky is cloudy and gloomy. It has been this way for a couple of days already. “I wasn’t bringing it up since I thought you were simply a bit stressed, but after observing you for some time, I am sure there’s something on your mind that’s been bothering you immensely.”

Neuvillette exhales deeply. How could he ever hide anything from the woman he’s been married to for so long? Not that he ever tried, but subconsciously he sometimes tends to push his own worries aside not to make you fret. Besides, usually it’s not something of a big deal…

Watching the thoughts overtaking his mind again, you grab the bookmark from the armrest and soon the closed book takes its place, at the same time as you push the plaid off. Not caring to put the shoes on, you make a quick way to the grand doors to turn the key left in the hole from the inside. But changing your mind a little, you take a hold of a handle instead and crack the door slightly open, enough for the melusine at the reception to hear you.

“Sedene, sweety, Monsieur Neuvillette is taking a small break.”

You can’t quite see her perking up in her booth, but you know she is aware of what that means.

“Thank you for informing me, Madame. Would you like anything to drink or eat? I could send someone to put an order in whatever restaurant you’d like.”

“Much appreciated, but we’ll be fine.”

You hear her hum in understanding and only then close the door and lock it, turning the key two times.

“Now…” glancing back at your husband, you slowly walk back to your previous place of resting, but making it past the sofa and then around the desk, stopping right at his side. Neuvillette lifts his head, looking at you, and immediately pushes the chair back to make room. Gloved hands take a hold of your waist when you step closer and help you settle down onto his lap. One stays gingerly on your hip, the other is placed upon your knees, as you adjust your position, turning half-around to face him. Mesmerizing eyes with slitted irises stare at you with hardly-veiled adoration, and for a moment it almost fools you into thinking that nothing is wrong. Until he inhales and white eyebrows furrow slightly.

“Neuvi, what’s going on? Is it something I can assist you with?”

The man leans forward, pressing his face to your neck, silky locks of his fringe tickling you when he releases a breath. Your fingers find the back of his head, softly scratching the scalp, making him groan in satisfaction. His own digits flex, and you think you feel the claws digging slightly into your flesh through the dark material of his gloves and the skirt of your own clothes, and you let the dragon be a tiny bit greedy in expressing his affections.

“It’s not something I thought would bother me,” you hear him murmur into your neck. Instead of rushing to ask him to elaborate, you encourage him to take his time with a soft touch, gently following the pointy shape of his ear with your fingertip. The man shivers, but quickly relaxes, leaning into your body a bit more.

“Why logically I understand I’m in the wrong, but on an instinct level it doesn’t give me rest. Remember the celebration Lady Furina threw three days ago?”

Ah, of course you remember. It was a nice little feast the Archon organized to mark another successful staging of hers, to which your husband and you were obviously invited. You can’t, however, recall anything particular that could upset Neuvillette. He wasn’t offered anything to taste he didn't enjoy - had his own supply of fresh water even; he had no cases to worry about, having finished everything rather important beforehand, and he was not engaged in any interactions he could potentially be uncomfortable with. Maybe it was something related to you? However, you can’t think of anything: most of the time you spent conversing with Furina, discussing her next outstanding and grand performance, or dancing with your beloved, happily twirling in his embrace. Sure, other people approached you too, but…oh. Wait, there was something.

“Do you mean the celebration during which that opera performer from Li Yue was flirting with me?”

Immediately his body tenses and a low sound, kind of sounding like a growl, escapes his strained throat. He quickly composes himself though, once you drop your hand from his head to his back, drawing circles there.

“...I apologize for that.”

“Please don’t, I don’t mind a bit of jealousy,” you assure him, and the man finally leans back, looking at you with those fairytale eyes.

“You think it was jealousy?”

“Well, maybe right now it was just a bit of frustration, but back then I think it was jealousy,” Neuvilette hums, lowering his gaze, processing the information. You meanwhile decide to ask more. “But what sparked it? You know I am yours and that no human will ever be able to steal me from you.”

“Ah, my love, I am fully aware of that,” gloved palm leaves your knee and cups your cheek instead. “I know all that, but…but what I felt is hard to explain in words.”

“Try,” you encourage, turning your head and kissing his palm, “I’ll get it.”

“Alright,” with a sigh he lets his fingertips outline the contour of your jaw and travel down the side of your neck, sending a pleasurable sensation down your back. “I suppose I should start with what happened before, when we were still back home. You looked so ravishing and regal - a true gem to an eye, - and I just couldn’t help but let some of my scent linger on you.”

Which is absolutely fine, you love doing the same for him.

“Keeping that in mind I felt all those strange emotions wringing my heart, as he was giving you compliments, especially about the scent, not realizing it’s mine. And then more and more.”

As he doesn’t find what more to say, you stare at him, trying to analyze the information. After a couple of minutes of silence, during which you absent-mindedly braided a little braid out of his straight lock, you decide to summarize.

“So… If I understood you correctly, it felt upsetting that, basically, he caught the whiff of you on me, yet didn’t stop his attempts to hit on me. Am I right?”

“Exactly,” a small smile graces his pale lips, and Iudex presses a delicate kiss to your shoulder. “I could not have worded it better.”

“Hmm… Now I see why you are torn. It is annoying for sure, but it’s not like an ordinary human could know of draconian peculiar properties.”

He nods, thumbing at the pulse point on your neck, staring a little bit past you. His state is saddening, really, even though a tiny slither of pride infiltrates your heart - knowing your husband wants the world to know you are his as much as you want to claim the same about him… Would’ve made you purr if you were a feline.

You shiver when Neuvillette brings his face close again, soft lips pressing to the side of your neck.

“You are so dear to me, my love…” he breathes in a way that makes your heart skip a beat, voice full of unbridled devotion, something not many can hear from this stoic man throughout their whole life. “There are days when I can’t bear the thought of you not being close to me, I overcome with desire to be in your presence, to hold you in my arms, to listen to your divine voice… When you call my name, I want to bring everything I have to your feet.”

“But you already do so,” you cup his cheeks, kissing his forehead. “You don’t have to say all of it - you sound like you are apologizing, like you are trying to excuse your natural behavior. Don’t do it, please. You are so precious to me, I’d be damned if I ever felt unnerved by something like this.”

“I apologize if it sounded like this,” he sighs, long lashes flattering close, when you proceed to kiss over his eyelids. “I just meant to express how thankful I am that you chose me.”

“Oh, Neuvi,” you chuckle, kissing the bridge of his nose and when the tip of it. “I adore when you are so affectionate in private. As for the public display, if we return to the topic of scent… I think I could figure something out for the both of us. If you trust my judgment, that is.”

“How can I not?” Those eyes are staring back at you, bottomless pools swirling with wonder and elation. “Only if you truly want this.”

“I do,” your lips hover dangerously close to his. “And I will find the way.”

Soft thuds rhythmically yet quite leisurely cut through the lofty noises of the Court of Fountaine, catching the attention of the passersby. One hit of an elegant cane against the pavement equals two steps of yours, as you and your husband walk through the main square of the city. Your appearance - no matter together or by yourself - always gathers attention, and you could bet that if Fontaine didn’t have a law prohibiting photography of executives without their permission, your picture would’ve adorned tomorrow’s copy of The Steambird.

And you are a sight to behold - your hand resting in the crook of his elbow, gloves matching perfectly his today’s cravat of choice, jewelry specifically picked to mirror the beauty of their wearer’s partner, clothes tailored to clearly be a ‘couple outfit’... It is pretty evident that this outing is planned, if the Iudex’s absence from the Palais Mermonia didn’t serve as a clue.

You hold no conversation, rather relishing in the warm rays of sunlight (you did though tease Neuvillette upon stepping outside that his mood seemed to improve). Despite looking like it’s you who is clutching onto the man and him leading you somewhere, it’s completely vice versa. Your beloved has absolutely no idea what kind of ‘surprise’ he is soon to experience, but your previous words keep his mind at rest - you found a solution for his concern.

As a result, his high spirits are pretty apparent to the people who know him well. Or the melusines, if one is being accurate, who approach you two along the way with warm words of greetings and cute waves of their hands, which brightens Neuvillette’s features more evidently.

“I think we should soon visit the Merusea Village,” you suggest after bidding goodbye to Tristane. “And do a little gathering for our girls who work here, in the city. I am sure they have many stories to share with us.”

“I would really like that,” Neuvillette's smile is a heart-warming sight. You can only hope that you’ll get to see it more after today. “How about we start planning tomorrow after work?”

“That would be wonderful! I can’t wait to write an invitation to every single one. And to the village too.”

“Then it’s on you as always,” he agrees without objection, leaning a little to subtly kiss your temple when you turn the corner. Letting out a soft chuckle, you give him a fond look, and then focusing back on the street.

It’s barely a couple of minutes later when your partner sees you perk up. Trying to pinpoint what caught your eye, the man scans the signboards of the shops and boutiques lining up at both sides of yours. Jewelry? No, he doesn’t think so - you adorn each other with fine gemstones regularly. Clothes? Doubtful, given you’ve just received a couple of new outfits a week before. Maybe it’s-

You disturb these wandering thoughts, tugging on his elbow to catch his attention. Looking at you and then following the direction of your raised hand, Neuvillette lifts his eyes to read the signboard above the shop you’ve stopped in front of.

“Palais des parfums”

“So,” you start when he gives you a questioning look, “it’s a perfumery, yes. And my suggestion is the following - let’s choose a scent we could wear together. Before you get concerned about it becoming too popular, because we will use it, this shop has an option of creating something personal. We can just pay a little more to make it exclusive.”

“The same…scent?” Your husband hums, touching his chin in thought. This actually sounds quite good - created by a human master, it is to be perceived by humans, and by utilizing one fragrance on you both it will be made clear that the two of you are spouses. Not to mention the newspaper that will spread the fact for others to know. “My dear, that’s a marvelous idea.”

“Really?” A wide smile lifts the corners of your lips.

“Really. I like it a lot,” he assures you with a smile of his own. “And I do favor the possibility of making perfume specifically for us. How did you know though, my love?”

“Have done my research. And already spoke to the vendor before. Furthermore, I think we can order the creation of two perfumes. One for every day, and one for grand events where our presence is required.”

“I see you’ve done your research indeed,” his words are soft and gaze is full of admiration. It’s so hard to resist and not kiss him right in the middle of the street, yet let your fingertips gently scratch his forearm.

“I promised my husband a solution, didn’t I? Couldn’t disappoint you.”

“You can never disappoint me, if anything you astonish me every single day of our lives. Shall we get inside?”

“We shall. Just please, beware, there are a lot of fragrances mixed in the air. I am afraid your nose will be assaulted just like mine was.”

“I can bear with it, beloved. I would be a coward of a husband, if I turned back after the amazing work my wife did,” your cheeks heat up at his praise and you lightly dig your covered nails into his arm.

“Oh, stop it, no need to be so sweet, I already understood your appreciation for this,” your eyes motion to his hand resting on the hilt of the cane and fingers joyfully tapping against the wood. With a barely audible chuckle, the man unhooks your arms, wrapping his around your waist, and steps forward, reaching for the handle.

A soft chime caresses his ears, as the maddening mix of scents hits him right in the nose. Glancing to the side to check on you, he notices how you instantly switch to breathing through your mouth and follows your example. It, thankfully, gets better.

The shop owner is not hard to find, a sweet lady in her late 50’s welcomes you with a glint in her eyes upon recognizing you, which soon is replaced by the look of surprise when she sees your companion.

“Good afternoon, Monsieur, Madame, how can I help you?”

“Good afternoon, Mrs Deschamps,” you greet her with a smile, “I came by two days ago, remember?”

“Yes, yes, how could I forget our dear Madame? You were curious about my perfumes and if I do personal orders.”

“Right! This is my husband,” you motion to the man still courteously holding your waist, who bows in greeting.

“Pleasure to be meeting you.”

“O-oh! How could I not know you and your husband? Your wedding was the event of the century!”

“Haha, you flatter us,” you chuckle merrily, covering your mouth. “We are here to put in an order. We’d love to buy a newly crafted perfume. However, we have a couple of conditions…”

It’s almost evening when the doorbells chime again, marking your departure. Once again walking side by side and with arms linked, Neuvillette feels an almost primordial satisfaction. These hours spent in that stuffy, smelly box of a shop will be absolutely worth it when your order is complete. While he does feel the inevitable approach of a runny nose after test-smelling way too many fragrances, and it doesn’t feel like he left work today at all, as he was handling legal documents relied to the exclusivity of the product, he doesn’t regret a single mora spent and to be spent in the future for this.

Soft thuds once again cut through the sounds of the city, and they are gently lulling your mind. Maybe your head hurts just a little bit, but it pales in comparison to the invested state of your husband and how much evident fun he had in meticulously choosing the right aromatic notes to your future shared scent.

You can’t wait to help him apply it every single morning to come and get the same treatment in return. This is going to be a new, hopefully a long-staying option to your usual scenting routine.

taglist: @meimeimeirin

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #neuvillette x reader #neuvillette x fem!reader #neuvillette #genshin impact fluff

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savagegood · 10 months

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@shinjiroatae1126: To all my fans, today was a very special day for me. For years, I struggled to accept a part of myself...But now, after all I have been through, I finally have the courage to open up to you about something. I am a gay man. It has taken me a long time to be able to say I am gay. I could not even say it to myself. However, I’ve come to realize it is better, both for me, and for the people I care about, including my fans, to live life authentically than to live a life never accepting who I truly am. I hope people who are struggling with the same feeling will find courage and know they are not alone.

ps, he’s released a new song, “into the light”, which you can watch here. part of the proceeds from the single will go to lgbtq+ organisations

@shinjiroatae1126: July 26th, 2023 was a big day for me. I finally gathered the courage to come out to the public as a gay man. I am grateful to have received media coverage from multiple platforms both within Japan and overseas.

To be honest, I was extremely anxious before all of this happened. However, I've been pleasantly surprised to discover the overwhelming amount of positive feedback pouring in from both my fans and people who have come across the news about me. It's heartwarming to see that my story is being acknowledged from all around the world, and this brings me immense joy. Although they may be baby steps, I sense that this world is gradually moving into the light. Yesterday, I made an announcement about resuming my career as an artist. I also released a new song titled “Into The Light”. The music video for the song is also on YouTube now. This song is packed with the emotions and thoughts leading up to this point, including my decision to come out. Living with anxieties and struggles is not limited to just LGBTQ+ individuals. I hope this song can be a source of encouragement for anyone carrying such emotions. I've aimed for it to become a song that can uplift those with similar feelings. A portion of the proceeds will be donated to Pride House Tokyo, Japan’s first permanent LGBTQ+ center, and ReBit, an organization providing resources and support for LGBTQ+ youth. I hope this song will touch many hearts.🙏🌈

At first, there was total silence. Then, there were shrieks, wild applause, weeping and shouts of “I love you!”

Fans of Shinjiro Atae, a J-pop idol who has been on a nearly two-year performance hiatus, had come to hear him talk about “the challenge of my life.” Standing onstage in a dark auditorium in front of 2,000 fans in central Tokyo on Wednesday night, he revealed something he has kept hidden for most of his life: He is gay.

“I respect you and believe you deserve to hear this directly from me,” he said, reading from a letter he had prepared. “For years, I struggled to accept a part of myself. But now, after all I have been through, I finally have the courage to open up to you about something. I am a gay man.”

Such an announcement is extremely unusual in conservative Japan, the only G7 country that has not legalized same-sex unions. Earlier this summer, the Japanese Parliament passed an L.G.B.T.Q rights bill but it had been watered down by the political right, stating that there “should be no unfair discrimination” against gay and transgender people.

In making a public declaration, the 34-year-old Mr. Atae, who spent two decades performing with AAA, a hit Japanese pop group, before embarking on a solo career, said he wanted his fans to know his true self. He also hopes to comfort those who might be grappling with anxieties about their sexuality.

“I don’t want people to struggle like me,” he said.

AAA debuted in 2005, with Mr. Atae, the youngest member, forgoing high school. He performed mostly as a dancer, and began appearing in TV series and movies.

His sexuality perplexed him. “It was a time when on TV, comedians would say two men kissing was gross,” he said. If anyone asked if he had a girlfriend, he just said he was too busy working.

Activists said they could not recall an instance when a Japanese pop star of his stature had publicly declared they were gay, because of anxieties about losing fans or sponsors.

“I think he has decided to come out in order to change Japan,” said Gon Matsunaka, a director and adviser to Pride House Tokyo, a support center for the gay and transgender community.

The decision to open up about his sexuality, he said, evolved over seven years of living in Los Angeles, where he saw how freely gay couples could show affection in public and built an extensive support network.

“Everyone was so open,” he said. “People would talk about their vulnerabilities. In Japan, people think it’s best not to talk about those things.”

Mr. Atae’s decision, he said, was not political. All he wanted, he said, was to “normalize” being gay. Coming out, he knew, would likely draw criticism. “Whatever you do, there will be haters,” he said. “I can only focus on the people I might be helping.”

#this made my week :')#please give his new song a listen and leave him a lovely comment on instagram #shinjiro atae #aaa #japan #jpop #queer #lgbt #lgbtq #gay #long post

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stvrni0lo · 11 months

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𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞

chris sturniolo x reader (fluff)

summary: you get a puppy for your birthday and chris gets jealous of the amount of attention that you give it

warnings/notes: none! lmk if i missed anything

requested: yes! tysm to the anon who requested. this is so cute :)

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Your birthday was last week and Chris had wanted to surprise you with something that you’ve wanted for a while.

A puppy.

He asked Nick and Matt to come with him to the local shelter to find you a dog. He wanted your special day to be perfect, down to the very last and minute details.

Matt had ordered you a cake weeks before so it would be ready in time for your birthday - his job was to bring it over to your apartment early in the morning. Chris, of course, was granted with the responsibility of settling the dog into his new home. And lastly, but most importantly, Nick was in charge of making sure you were out of the house and distracted while this was all happening.

After using his spare key to your house, Chris made sure everything was in order by the time you and Nick arrived.

To say you were pleasantly surprised would be the understatement of the century.

As you held the newly adopted baby in your arms, you knew you two would be the best of friends. Especially with Chris being away often for work, what with all the travelling and filming, it got lonely around your apartment when he or his brothers weren’t visiting.

It would be nice to have some company - even if it was in the form of a house pet.

And how right you were. Cut to two weeks later and you were bringing the puppy around everywhere. Granted - he wasn’t much of a tiny thing anymore. He had grown immensely in the short time you had him, and you loved him more each and every day.

You named him Barney, per Chris’ suggestion.

Barney cuddled you to sleep each night, you ate breakfast with him next to you, and brought him out on walks every day.

To say Chris was slightly envious of Barney would be putting it lightly. It’s not that he didn’t love the dog - he really did - but sometimes Barney would be possessive of you.

At times when Chris would cuddle on the couch with you during a movie, Barney would squeeze in between you two. Being the loving and caring parent that you were, you let him take the space as he saw fit. You babied the hell out of him.

Once Chris tried to hug you as you were cooking, and Barney - thinking that your giggles were cries for help - began to bark and prod at his legs. He felt as if he could never have you alone for more than five seconds. Yet he also felt stupid for being jealous of a dog.

However, with a tour coming up, Chris decided to set him and Barney’s differences aside. He was glad that you wouldn’t be completely alone during his absence. So, as he left for the airport from your apartment, he threatened Barney with a quiet “you better take care of her” as he kissed you goodbye and bid his farewell.

Weeks had passed and the triplet’s flight back home was tomorrow morning.

You received a face-time call from the eldest brother late into the night. Answering, you were met with an overly smiley Nick.

“What’s got you in such a good mood?” you asked, plopping on top of your bed onto your stomach. Caressing Barney’s soft fur, you waited for Nick’s response.

“Chris is madly jealous of Barney,” he blurted out.

From far into the background you could hear Chris’ voice ring out of your speaker.

“Am not!”

You snorted lightly.

You could tell they were in one of their sleep-deprived, energetic moods. How you missed that.

“Jealous? Of this tiny thing?” you said as you pointed the camera towards the dog. Barney woofed at the camera, wagging his tail upon seeing Nick.

Chris popped into view at the sound of Barney’s soft barks. Sitting next to Nick, he took the phone from his hands.

“Hey you better get away from my girlfriend, young man.”

Nick could be heard laughing in the background, seemingly growing more amused the more Chris bullied your dog.

“He’s my baby don’t speak to him like that,” you joked, also finding the situation humorous.

Chris’ eyes drooped as he continued talking. You could tell they were all tired as you caught a glimpse of Matt fast asleep in the background. It was probably late for them - and they had an early flight.

“Well don’t forget who your baby was first. Me!”

Nick fake gagged as he grabbed his phone back. He coo’d and baby talked Barney through the phone, ignoring Chris’ comments that he was a ‘little demon’. After having enough of Chris half-heartedly sulking at all the attention that Barney was getting from you, Nick decided to call it a night.

“Alright well I’m gonna get this green-eyed monster to bed. See you soon,” said Nick as he bid you goodnight and left you to your own devices.

As excited as you were to see Chris again, you fell into an easy slumber as Barney cuddled on top of you.

When you awoke, a slight shifting feeling shocked you from your peaceful state. Peeking your eyes open, you could see Chris taking Barney from your bed and leading him out of the room.

“Chris?” you mumbled out. “What’re you doing?”

Closing the door, he began slowly taking his jumper off and crawling under the sheets with you.

“I just want my girlfriend all to myself for one morning. No Barney interruptions.”

Stifling a laugh, you turned towards him to cuddle into his side. You kissed his neck as it was all you could reach - and in your half asleep state you didn’t feel like leaning up to greet him with a proper kiss.

“Welcome home,” you said, sighing into the crook of his neck.

Chris groaned.

“Not much of a welcome when your demon child growled at me when I walked into the room.”

“He’s just a baby, he’ll get used to you.”

All that was heard in reply was a scoff. He knew it was unreasonable to judge the dog so hard, but in his tired state he really could not handle sharing your attention. He had missed you while on tour, no way he was going to let an animal distract you from his return.

“I know he’s plotting against me. He wants you all to himself,” Chris joked.

“Don’t worry. ‘m all yours,” you mumbled before drifting off to sleep in his arms.

“All mine,” he whispered back.

Chris finally got what he wanted. A peaceful morning slumber with you in his embrace, and no hyperactive dog to steal your focus off of him.

The last thought he had as he joined you in falling asleep was that Barney’s nickname should be home wrecker.

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melminli · 5 months

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I Hate To Love You

pairing: young coriolanus snow x fem. reader

summery - coriolanus can't quite admit to himself what kind of feelings are actually hiding behind his strong hatred towards you.

word count: 2k+

contains: kinda enemies to lovers vibes, coriolanus having crazy thoughts, a bit misogyny/slutshaming, fruity reader, suggestive themes, obsessive/sassy coryo

part II

Coriolanus Snow was very aware of how charming he was - or of how charming he could be. He was well aware that he was perceived as very attractive by others, or rather that he was, and this made his rather shitty life a little bit better. At least as long as he could use it to his own advantage by distracting people with his pretty words and even prettier face from how depraved his actual thoughts were.

So, he would be a hypocrite if he said that this was the reason why you got on his nerves so incredibly. Although he didn't even care how it sounded by now, he loathed seeing you with your seductive nature - how you made others feel like they were special, unique - just because you enjoyed playing silly little games and your curiosity about what it would lead to was insatiable. Coriolanus was sure that you had some kind of gambling addiction. The way you played with other people's feelings for your own amusement, to observe their reactions and actions and to see if they would react the way you expected them to. You seemed to like it more when they didn't, which he couldn't really figure out why because what kind of gambler liked to lose? A looser, perhaps.

He, on the contrary, liked to read other people to know who they really were so he could better assess them and their actions. However, the problem with you was that he only knew that you were unpredictable.

His teeth clenched a little when he saw you at the outer gate of the academy. You were talking to some girl whose back was leaning against a pillar while she giggled and coyly wrapped a strand of hair around her finger. The way you snuggled up to her let him know what kind of words would come out of your mouth. Her parents must be really proud of her behavior. He finally decided to move from his spot and walk towards you, the girl noticing him sooner than you did as she was pulled from her reverie and looked up at him a little disappointed.

Realizing that her attention was no longer entirely on you, you also looked up at the person who interrupted you, only to be pleasantly surprised. "Oh. It's you, Snowy. Can I help you with anything?" You asked with a smile.

He had to restrain himself from correcting you about the stupid nickname. You really knew how to push his buttons, but he didn't want to come off as dainty by correcting you about it. Even if it bothered him immensely. "I need to talk to you about Highbottom's assignment." He addressed the first thing that popped into his head, as he had, in fact, shown up for no reason. You were put in a group together for that, so it should seem legitimate enough, even if the timing of bringing it up might be a little weird. His eyes glanced briefly at the girl you had been dealing with earlier. "In private." He then added.

A feigned sadness crossed your features. "I'm so sorry, Amelija. I hope you don't mind if we continue talking tomorrow. My friend here seems to need a little help." You said to her while holding her hand. Even with your apologetic tone, her disappointment remained. You leaned a little closer to her, even as she stubbornly avoided your gaze. "Or maybe I'll come over to your place tonight, huh? How does that sound?"

That seemed to cheer her up a bit again, and she said goodbye to you somewhat playfully, while Coriolanus, on the other hand, just got a sour look from her. He could live with that. He hadn't even memorized her name.

He spoke up again when you were both alone. "No wonder you haven't finished your share if you'd rather give your attention to some random girl." He accused you, trying to keep his distaste for your activities subtle.

You laughed lightly. This was the Coriolanus you knew and loved. "Would you prefer it if I gave my attention to - let's see - some random boy?" You replied as your fingers brushed against the collar of his uniform. You didn't wait for his answer and took your hand back as you took a step closer to him and looked him straight in the eyes. "I don't think so. You'd prefer it if my attention was on you, wouldn't you? And you are no random boy."

He grunted and rolled his eyes. "Don't be absurd. I don't care what you do in your spare time." He spoke out, lying to you as well as himself. As if he didn't like hearing you say that he was, in fact, not just a random boy. "It would just be well-intentioned advice from me if maybe you spent your time doing something more useful."

He was going to say at first that maybe you should focus more on school, but your family certainly had enough money to buy you your degree if it was necessary.

"Right. Thank you for thinking of my well-being so much, Snowy." You said, and Coriolanus felt like you were making fun of him. "I'll finish my share today, and you can read it tomorrow. I promise." You assured him, and a few seconds of silence passed as Coriolanus just watched you with slightly puckered eyes. He didn't seem to realize that it was his turn to say something. "Is there anything else?" You finally said, snapping him out of his rattling train of thought.

"Oh." He had to collect himself for a moment. I asked her about the assignment. This is about the assignment. "No. That was all." He said, annoyed with himself that he wasn't quick-witted enough.

You should stifle your grin, but you just couldn't help yourself, as usual. "Okay, then I'll slowly make my way home." You announced and couldn't help but let out a few last words to say goodbye, which is why you turned back to him after taking a few steps. "And next time you just feel like talking to me, just say so, I won't mind. Goodbye, Snowy!"

He ignored what you said. He had better things to do than talk to the bed partner of half the school. "Bye..."

You got on his nerves more than Sejanus sometimes. I hate her so much.

It was common knowledge to everyone that Coriolanus was not only the best in class but also the best student in the academy. Others were jealous of this because it was unfair that he was handsome, charming, and on top of that, an acedemic ace. What others didn't know, of course, was his material situation, but that would soon change, so it was better if everyone assumed that he was also lucky in terms of money.

There was only one subject where he was not considered the best, and that was philosophy. If it was up to Coriolanus, it was because their teacher was a piece of shit who, in his opinion, had the same value as a rebel with the topics he presented in class. He wouldn't even listen to anything the teacher said if it didn't affect his school career because he just didn't see the point in adding anything to his stupidly designed lessons where, for example, they were discussing the differences between a Capitol citizen and a District citizen. It was a stupid question to begin with since the answer was as clear as day. There was nothing to discuss.

As for the latter, you seemed to disagree with him. Because he was also lucky that his worst subject belonged to your area of expertise. According to Coriolanu's observations, you only made an effort in the subjects that could arouse your interest - which in his favor at least only applied to philosophy, as he had fortunately chosen music instead of art - and it made him a little angry at himself that this fact relieved him a little if he was being honest with himself. Because that would mean that he would see you as a potential threat, and you and him were definitely not on the same level.

"So, who really read the text I gave you as homework?" The philosophy teacher asked his class. Mr. Maximus was aware that his subject wasn't one of the most popular, but that wasn't really his problem. He rubbed his eyes in slight frustration as he had been listening to completely misinterpreted statements for half an hour. When he asked, all but two or three arms went up. Maximus asked again. "Okay. Who thinks they have understood what the text says?"

As expected, the number of hands in the air decreased drastically. After most of the students had already been told that they were wrong, most could conclude that they were wrong as well. Only three pairs of hands remained up, those of Coriolanus, Sejanus, and Clemensia. The former was surprised at your silent performance today, as you usually had so much to say. You were sitting further ahead to his right, which gave him a good view of your figure. He could see from the corner of his eye how you didn't seem to be fully present, even if you physically were.

Maximus was also not very pleased about your participation today. Between the students who were still willing to contribute to the topic, he didn't really feel that any of the three really understood the meaning of it. He would say that after a few years, he could judge his students quite well on the rightness of their answers. Snow and Plinth are two different poles, each far too convinced of their own position to consider the other. Dovecote is probably the closest, but she's more interested in getting good grades than the text, so I doubt that she actually understands. She's probably just gonna repeat what is written down in a fancy way.

His eyes turned to you as he straightened his glasses slightly and called your name. "What's with you? You read the text as well, didn't you?" He asked, taking the easy way out rather than dealing with any more false statements. He just wanted to get it over with instead of chewing on the same gum.

You were a little offended that you were suddenly standing in the spotlight, and for the first time, Coriolanus agreed with you - albeit inwardly - on something. He had raised his hand, and yet you were favored. He just couldn't believe it. It was like a slap in the face - he would have actually preferred that to this public humiliation.

"Yeah, I mean sort of." You finally said, as you only had the energy to look at the text half asleep yesterday. You adjusted your posture a little before returning to his question. "I think the author just wants to say that the difference between District and Capitol people lies solely in their upbringing and circumstances." You began and continued when you were not interrupted. "The biological disadvantage of District people is a myth and stems from the fact that District people are actually much weaker on average than those from the Capitol, but this is only because they also have a less varied diet on average, if they get enough to eat at all." You finished and then drew your conclusion. "So the Dark Days are proof that Capitol people also perform worse under other circumstances, let's say on the health scale, for example. You could say the difference is down to luck."

With that, Mr. Maximus ended the lesson by saying that hopefully everyone had listened carefully to what you said because you would be taking a test on it next week. Coriolanus had to swallow his pride as he looked at the notes he had taken when he heard your answer. I really have to stop caring about what she does. It's really not worth it. He thought to himself and looked up at you, who was talking to a group of other classmates. She's just another girl from my class who I just happened to loathe. Not that special at all.

But maybe that was the problem. Normally, he liked some people and disliked others. But at the end of the day, he didn't think about them if he didn't have to. They didn't cross his mind when he was getting a little hotter than usual alone in his room at night, in a state where his thoughts were the most clouded and he was only acting out of the urge to feel good. It wasn't any of them who he imagined, so it was these moments where it was the most obvious to him that his hatred for you were also strong feelings that could be considered something else as well.

I guess you could also say that the line between hate and love is on the same page for some - because sometimes there is no difference at all.

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lunarmoonanons · 9 months

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Thorns

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Tyanna tries to convince Maegor that his wife is having an affair but he doesn’t believe and has her punished for slander.

Prequel to Wilted Rose

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Maegor liked to possess his wives. He showed affection in an overbearing way. Love came with a hand around the throat. Each of his wives felt the overwhelming imposing nature that was Maegor’s affection. But among the wives, there was his favorite: YN.

At first there were three wives, then YN came to Maegor’s life. Then there were four. Until Ceryse died, and once again there were three. For a time Maegor was content with his wives. But when YN provided children and Alys did not, there was a growing impatience with the Harroway woman. All the while Tyanna whispered in the king’s ear. Alys felt immense jealousy when it came to YN and her children, wanting desperately to provide the king with her own son.

At the moment YN had only given the king three children. Alys soured when she saw YN’s months old children. But soon Alys’ prayers would be answered. The king was pleasantly surprised when Alys gave him the news, even turning his ear away from Tyanna as he gave Alys affection. He was glad to have another child and finally one from Alys.

Unlike YN, Alys accepted the teas that the dark woman offered during her pregnancy. YN did not let the witch anywhere near her body or her children, but Alys saw that Tyanna had healed Maegor once and now she was giving her healing brews and remedy’s.

As the months ticked by, YN became pregnant once again and Alys’ stomach grew from the child. Yet the birth was not a happy occasion. The babe was an eyeless stillborn monstrosity. Maegor was furious. Killing all who attended the birth save for Tyanna and Alys’ sisters.

From there Tyanna whispered more and more into the ear of the King till eventually her whispers turned Maegor on Alys. YN was seven months pregnant when Alys and her whole family were murdered. YN knew it was the work of the witch, and forbade Maegor’s wife from her birthing chamber and from her children. Though Tyanna never betrayed any feeling of jealousy or anger at the woman.

When YN gave birth to two twin boys, she had to remain on bedrest which separated Maegor from his wife whom he began to cherish more than any of his others. Tyanna saw this as her move. Her chance to remove another obstacle in her way. When Maegor was alone in his room she struck.

“My lord.” She was slippery with her words. Coming up behind him as he stared at the fire.

“Speak.” He was tired and didn’t want more whispers in his ears.

“I have unfortunate information. In regards to your dear wife, YN.” Tyanna trailed her fingertips over his shoulders.

Maegor grunted but made no move to shove her away. So Tyanna continued and placed her cold hand to the back of his neck, fingernails lightly scraping the soft flesh.

“My lord. She is unfaithful. She has given her body to others. I fear your two new children are not yours-” What she was going to say she could not finish as Maegor had turned suddenly and wrapped his rough hand around her throat squeezing tightly.

“You snake. You witch. Do you take me for a fool?” Maegor spat.

“My lord.”

“I know every move she makes. I watch her constantly.” Maegor brought his lips to her ear. “As I watch you. I see your jealous eyes. I see your scheming steps.”

“Have I not proven one of your wives to be a treacherous woman? I gave you the Harroway girl.” Tyanna choked.

“You step high above your station if you think I will be easily swayed against her. I know her every move, and I can have your black tongue severed for your slander against her.” Maegor snarled and threw the woman to the ground. Landing a swift and hard kick to her stomach. “Be grateful I let you live. But should you speak against her again, I will have your tongue for that.”

Tyanna showed no weakness. She merely stood up and walked out of the room. Clearly Maegor favored his Tyrell wife dearly and would not be turned against her. No matter, she would weave her web around Maegor till he choked.

Maegor left his room and went into his children’s chambers. He knew with absolute certainty that his favorite wife would never turn to others. She was too frightened of him to do that. He held his rose within a tight overbearing grip.

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metallicaislife · 7 months

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The Photographer and the Guitarist

Requested by: Anon

Genre: 18+ smut, fluff with smut minors dni

Word Count: 1,515

Warnings: oral(f receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex

The Photographer and the Guitarist pt 2

When I landed the gig of Metallica’s concert photographer I was over the moon. Not only would I get to see them perform, I got to travel with them too.

I was pleasantly surprised with how welcoming they were. Having been in the industry long enough, I lowered my expectations so as to not be let down when someone who’s music I admire ends up being a total asshole.

“How did you even get into concert photography?” Kirk asked, we were at a restaurant with the whole crew. I was surprised when he sat next to me. I’d had a few conversations in passing with him as I got to know all of the members of Metallica better.

“I grew up going to concerts, music has always been a central part of who I am. As I got older I fell in love with photography and have been immensely lucky to have been able to combine the two.” I responded.

“That is so cool. I don’t think it’s luck though, I’ve seen your photographs in the magazines. You’re talented and you’ve worked extremely hard to get to where you’re at.” Kirk said and munched on his food.

“That is very kind of you to say, thank you.” I smiled. Kirk smiled back at me.

It was really easy talking to Kirk. We got to know each other pretty well.

That was just the beginning though. I found myself talking to Kirk pretty much all the time. In between soundchecks, on the road, whenever he had a spare moment.

They had a show tonight, I was wandering backstage before it started. That’s when my eyes landed on Kirk, who had his shirt off. I didn’t mean to ogle, but I couldn’t help it. Distracted, my foot caught a wire and I nearly ate shit, the only thing stopping was an hand that came out of nowhere grabbing my elbow. Kirk looked up, and I looked back to see Cliff.

“Thank you.” I said, feeling embarrassed.

“Are you okay?” Kirk asked, I looked back over to him, my cheeks heating up.

“Yeah, I’m good.” I replied. Cliff released my elbow as Kirk went back to getting dressed.

“I think you already know, you need to be careful backstage. Even when there is a guitarist to fawn over.” Cliff said quietly. My eyes widened.

“Not a word to anyone.” I hissed. Cliff chuckled as he walked away.

The rest of the night went without incident. Which I was grateful for.

We were halfway finished with the tour now, I was exhausted but at the same time wished this tour would never end.

We got to the hotel to rest for the night. I was minding my own business as the tour manager dealt with the room situation.

“Does it look like they’re plotting something?” A voice whispered to me, making me jump. I turned to see Kirk. “Sorry.” He chuckled.

“Who looks like they’re what now?” I asked, feeling a little flustered at the closeness. Kirk didn’t say anything, he just pointed in a direction. I looked to see James, Lars and Cliff in a mini circle around the tour manager. They looked up to see Kirk and I staring at them, then turned, continuing their hushed huddle.

“You’re a part of the band, why don’t you go find out.” I suggested.

“Nah, they’ll say something soon enough.” Kirk said and rested his chin on my shoulder.

This wasn’t the first time, but for some reason the butterflies in my tummy were flapping away.

“Okay, room assignments.” The tour manager announced to the crew. He started listing off two people and giving them a room key. I listened intently, I would probably be with one of the roadies like normal.

“Kirk, and Y/N.” He said.

My eyes were the size of the moon. I was frozen in place. Kirk went and grabbed our key.

“Are you okay sharing a room with me?” He asked.

“Yeah, but like that must be a mistake, you always share with one of the guys, the rest of the crew share amongst each other. Are you okay sharing a room with me?” I couldn’t stop the word vomit. Kirk chuckled.

“I am completely fine sharing a room. It’ll be fun.” He gave a small wink, “Come on let's go.” He said and grabbed his luggage. I grabbed mine and followed him.

I accepted the fact I would be sharing a room with Kirk. I could live with that, we’d be on separate beds so it would be fine. When we entered the room my eyes widened seeing only one queen sized bed. You’ve gotta be kidding me. My heart was hammering quite hard.

“You can take the bed, I'll sleep on the couch.” I offered, setting my stuff by the couch.

“Why?” Kirk asked, setting his things down as well.

“Because you’re a rockstar and I’m the photographer.” I answered with a shrug.

“What kind of logic is that?” Kirk asked with a laugh.

“You need a good restful sleep. Your body needs a nice comfy bed. I don’t.” I replied.

“I don’t know, I've seen you in some precarious positions in your line of work.” He said, folding his arms.

“Anything for the perfect shot.” I grinned.

“We can share the bed, I promise I won't bite.” He said, “unless you want me to then I definitely can.” He added with a wink. My cheeks flared.

“Okay, we can share.” I replied and began rummaging through my things.

Kirk laid on the bed while I found my things to take a shower. There was tension in the room. The same one that had been growing throughout this tour.

“Do you need to use the restroom? I’m gonna shower.” I asked Kirk. He looked up from his comic.

“Nah. Might join you though.” He added with a wink.

“You’re welcome to.” The words fell from my lips before I could process what I had said. Kirk’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“Erm or not, up to you.” I practically squealed as I entered the bathroom and shut it. My heart hammered in my chest. Shaking it off I stripped and got into the shower turning it on steaming hot. I stood under the stream reflecting on what I had said. I probably crossed a line. I should see if I can switch rooms with someone so Kirk doesn’t feel uncomfortable.

My thoughts were interrupted as the bathroom door opened and shut softly. I could hear the rustle of clothes as Kirk stripped. He parted the shower curtain stepping in behind me.

“If you want me to leave, say so.” Kirk whispered huskily.

“I want you to say.” I whispered, releasing the breath I didn’t realize I was holding. Kirk’s hands came to rest on my shoulder and began trailing down my body. He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on my shoulder, then bit down. I moaned as his hands found their way to the front of my body bringing me flush against him. He squeezed a breast in one as he found my clit with the other. He pulled away and turned me around, he kissed me hard. I kissed him back, wrapping my arms around him. He leaned me against the wall then pulled away. He trailed sloppy kisses down my body until he knelt before me.

“Spread your legs, baby.” He said tapping my legs. I spread them. He kissed my pussy before he started eating me like it was his last meal. I gasped and fisted his hair.

“Oh god. Kirk.” I moaned, “Feels s’good.” He hummed against me before sliding two fingers inside of me. I came with a cry, it felt so damn good. He turned the shower off and helped me out. He took a towel and dried me off a little before drying himself off. He led me to the bed and laid me down. He pinned me to the bed as he kissed me deeply. I let my hands wander until I found his cock giving it a firm squeeze.

“Oh fuck.” Kirk groaned against my lips. He spread my legs and entered me. “What a perfect pussy, squeezing me so tight.” He groaned as he pushed in until bottomed out. He slowly pulled his hips back and began fucking me hard. I screamed as I clung to him. My nails are digging into his back. He bit down on my shoulder, then licked the imprints his teeth had left. He used one of his hands to rub my clit.

“Are you gonna come for me again?” He asked as he continued to rut into me mercilessly.

“Yes, oh, fuck, Kirk. Yes!” I screamed, coming soon after.

“Good girl.” He praised me. He pulled out and came on my stomach. He laid next to me as we caught our breaths.

“Let’s shower, this time we’ll actually wash up.” Kirk said with a goofy smile.

“Sounds good to me.” I smiled back.

I’m grateful the other’s conspired to get Kirk and I together.

Thank you for reading! Feel free to request or chat :)

-Isa

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tinyundercover · 24 days

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pepper & felix

part twelve

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The kitchen was quiet aside from the soft tapping of Basil’s footsteps across the counter. She closed her eyes briefly, taking a deep breath, immensely grateful to have some time alone.

After sleeping for almost over a day straight, Basil had woken up feeling rejuvenated. It wasn’t often that she found the energy to get up early and go borrowing, but after waking up this morning to Pepper elbowing her in his sleep and snatching their blanket away, she had decided to grab her borrowing gear and go out.

She usually enjoyed Pepper’s company— but she was just an independent person by nature. She needed her time alone.

Her gaze drifted around the room, landing on the stove’s digital clock. It was just past six in the morning, so she doubted that Felix would be awake any time soon. Suddenly excited at the prospect of exploring the entire apartment, Basil skipped her way over to the counter’s edge and latched her hook onto it.

The next hour passed by in a blur. Basil crept through every nook and cranny of the kitchen, which admittedly, was pretty small. She had been pleasantly surprised to find a strange metal object that she believed had been part of an earring, as well as some threads on the floor which had fallen off of Felix’s coat and messenger bag, both of which were hanging on the wall by hooks. She didn’t bother exploring the upper cabinets, having seen them more than enough times already.

Her exploration led her over to the living room, which was roughly twice the size of the kitchen. The carpeting here was soft under her boots as she crossed the room, basking in the pink sunrise streaming in from the window.

An uncomfortable feeling settled into her chest as she paused in front of the bookshelf. A thin silver needle lay discarded on the carpet, close to the wall, where Basil had dropped it upon being grabbed by Alice. The moment it had fallen from her hand, the borrower had assumed that her needle would be lost forever.

A brief feeling of relief flickered through her chest as she picked it up. She hadn’t realized how much she missed the comforting feeling of her needle in her hand, and she stuck it into her belt loop.

Heavy footfalls filled the room, undeniably human. Basil immediately tensed, spinning towards the doorway to Felix’s bedroom where the human appeared, tall and lanky and seemingly exhausted.

He appeared foreboding even from all the way across the room. Basil backed against the bookshelf, unease tugging at her chest, hating how small she felt on the floor. Fortunately, Felix didn’t notice her as he walked by, entering the kitchen with a yawn stifled by his hand.

Basil released a breath that she hadn’t realized she’d been holding, and guilt tickled her spine. Felix had literally saved her life, and she still had the audacity to be scared of him?

She shook her head as if to dispel the uncomfortable thoughts, turning towards the couch with the intent of exploring the depths underneath. The rest of her exploration, however, was disrupted by confused, irrational thoughts– most predominantly: how would Felix treat her if Pepper wasn’t there?

She sent a nervous glance at the doorway, as if Felix was going to appear there with a glass jar in his hand. Frustration tugged at her heart, and feeling thoroughly discouraged with the knowledge that a human was nearby, she turned around and began her trek across the carpet towards the kitchen to observe Felix.

Her hands rested on the doorframe as she peered inside, stiffening at the sight of Felix’s long legs. She tried to avoid being on the floor around humans if she could help it, not only because it was dangerous, but because having to look up and up and up made her stomach hurt. She couldn’t see what Felix was doing on the kitchen counter, but she could hear the quiet clicking of a ceramic mug. She vaguely remembered Pepper mentioning that Felix drank multiple cups of tea a day.

“Can’t believe you’re Pepper’s soulmate,” Basil muttered, low enough that Felix wouldn’t hear her. Her stomach was cold, unsettled by the human’s ability to intimidate her just by standing.

However, the terror in her heart flickered with uncertainty when she remembered just how kindly Felix had treated her and Pepper two days ago. He had been visibly angry with Alice, terrifying Basil even more, but he had been so gentle when he had picked the borrowers up. Unlike Alice, he had kept his volume at a comfortable level when he spoke to them.

As hard as it was to believe, Felix genuinely seemed to treat them like people.

Her neck was beginning to hurt, so Basil stepped back, rubbing at her collarbone. Her heart still pattered uneasily with a human so close by, but she was willing to give Felix the benefit of the doubt and relax a little around him.

In the few seconds that she let her guard down, Felix turned away from the counter and moved towards the living room. Basil yelped as the shoes approached her and scrambled back on instinct.

“Holy shit–”

Felix flinched back, dropping his gaze down to Basil, who was clutching her chest in surprise. They both froze, barely a foot away from each other.

The human paled and stepped back, clearly just as uncomfortable with seeing her on the floor as Basil felt, and in one swift motion he knelt down. The speed alone sent Basil’s panic skyrocketing, and she swallowed thickly, alarm bells shrieking in her mind.

It’s just Felix, she reminded herself as the terror attempted to seize her throat. It’s Pepper’s soulmate, for crying out loud. He had you in his hand two days ago and you were fine.

“What are you doing down there?” Felix asked in disbelief, drawing Basil’s attention back to him. A yellow ceramic mug was gripped tight in his hand. “I almost didn’t see you!”

The sudden close proximity was overwhelming. For a split second Basil was worried that he was going to be mad at her, and she blanched, wobbling on her feet. “Sorry. I just– I was just looking around. I didn’t think you’d be up yet.” At that moment, the bruise on her cheek decided to remind her how much it ached, and she winced.

He blinked, peering down at her. Even while he was kneeling, he still seemed to tower over Basil, and she was uncomfortably aware that she was well within arm’s reach if he wanted to grab her. “Are you feeling okay?” Felix pressed, gaze dancing to her cheek. “Oh– and did you get the pasta yesterday?”

Basil stared up at him. She had, in fact, received a bit of pasta and marinara sauce from Pepper last night. It had been delightful and unexpected to wake up to, even if it had lost its warmth.

Until now, she had assumed that Pepper had secretly grabbed the piece of pasta while Felix wasn’t looking, as every other borrower would have done. It hadn’t occurred to her that Felix might’ve given it to the borrowers on purpose.

Her chest was a whirlwind of emotions; shock, appreciation, guilt. Redness crept into her cheeks as she nodded, crossing her arms. “I– I’m doing better, yeah. Thanks for the pasta, it was really good.” It was hard to imagine that a human could care about two borrowers so much. She desperately wished that she could pay him back somehow.

She was suddenly struck with the determination to move forward and pat his knee, or his hand, maybe– emboldened by the memories of Pepper trustingly stepping into Felix’s waiting palm– but before she could take a step Felix leaned back, fiddling with his mug, seeming distracted. “I’m glad. Listen, I need to head to school, and then I’ve got rehearsal… but I’ll be back later today. I hope this isn’t weird to ask, but… are you sticking around? Do you live with Pepper?”

Basil’s eyebrows shot up, and she hesitated, her brown gaze searching his innocent, concerned face. “Um…”

Come on, he’s your brother’s soulmate. He’s gonna learn about you sooner or later.

With a sigh, she sent him up an anxious smile. “No, I don’t live here, not usually. I’m just visiting. I wasn’t really planning on staying more than a few days, but with everything going on…” she gestured vaguely to Felix, flushing. “...I feel like I should stick around, just to make sure everything’s okay.”

Felix nodded, clinging to her every word. Basil wondered vaguely how much Pepper had already told him about her, and she wasn’t sure if she should feel honored or uneasy.

“I’m glad you’re staying,” Felix insisted, eyes wide. Basil suddenly felt the urge to laugh at how comically polite he was acting, but she only nodded, heart melting. “I know you don’t know me that well, but I do care about you and your brother.”

Basil stared up at him, heart fluttering pleasantly. Holding a conversation with a giant suddenly seemed a lot easier when the giant actually treated her like a person.

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“Alice sounds so pretty,” Breanna murmured. Felix made a noncommittal noise of agreement, focused on the script in his lap.

The rehearsal room was filled with nearly thirty chairs in rows, crowded with students. Breanna and Felix were seated near the front, close to the piano, where Alice was standing and singing along to “Part of Your World.”

Everyone else in the room was focused on Alice, but Felix was struggling to look at her, choosing instead to take the extra time to highlight his lines in his script. He twirled the blue highlighter between his thumb and forefinger as he flipped the page, feeling dizzy at the sheer amount of lines he had.

Alice finished the song, and the director— a severe but sweet gray-haired woman that Felix felt slightly intimidated by— approached her, providing a few comments. Felix glanced up, catching Alice’s eye for just a moment, and they both turned away.

“Is there something going on with you two?” Breanna asked curiously. Felix hesitated.

“Not exactly.”

“What does that mean?”

Before he could think of a response, the director brought everyone’s attention back to her, announcing that it was time to continue reading through the script. Alice silently moved back to her seat on Breanna’s other side.

When the time came for Felix to sing his solo song, his stomach had sunken into the floor below. Dozens of eyes watched him as he stood and approached the piano, an uncomfortable, alienating feeling. The director provided him with a few instructions and a paper filled with lyrics, then the room filled with smooth piano keys.

His voice wobbled slightly as he began. He hadn’t had much time to practice since the cast list came out two days ago, and it showed as he peered down at the trembling paper in his hands. He fumbled on the lyrics several times.

Alice’s blue gaze stayed on Felix the entire time, intense and unwavering. He could see her whispering to Breanna in the corner of his eye, and his throat tightened, causing his voice to catch on a note.

It hadn’t been an awful performance, he decided numbly as he returned to his seat a few minutes later. The director had given him some positive feedback after he finished, but she had told him that “his nerves will get better with time,” causing him to flush in embarrassment. Breanna gave him a warm smile, and Alice stared down at her script.

“That was really good,” Ricky commented brightly on Felix’s right. He had a smaller build and messy, sand-colored hair, and Felix wondered vaguely what his Sebastian costume was going to look like.

“Thank you,” Felix mumbled, sinking a bit lower in his seat.

The rest of rehearsal went by smoothly. It took a few hours to read through the entire script, and by the time they finished up the last song Felix was mentally exhausted. He barely paid attention as Ricky rambled to him, both of them cramming their scripts into their respective bags.

“I wanna throw a cast party soon,” Ricky chirped, catching Breanna’s attention. “You know, to get everyone excited for the show.”

Felix nodded absentmindedly, stepping back as Breanna began to chat with Ricky about the party. With the bustling of the cast around the rehearsal room, it took Felix a moment to realize that Alice was still seated, watching him. He held her gaze for a moment, stomach twisting uncomfortably, until he finally forced himself to sit down next to her.

“…You sounded really good on your songs,” he said honestly.

She actually smiled, just a little. “Thanks. You did too.”

Her gaze lingered, her expression unreadable. Silence stretched between them, and Felix’s insides continued to squirm. Alice’s eyes drifted to his shoulder, down the front of his gray hoodie, to his hands that rested in his lap. Cold anxiety prickled underneath his skin, and he shifted uneasily. “What?”

He felt as if he already knew what— or who— she was searching for. Her icy eyes lifted back to his face, and she shrugged noncommittally. “Bre, are you ready to go?”

As the three of them said goodbye to Ricky and left the room together, Felix fought the cold panic fluttering around his chest. He wanted to snap at Alice, to beg her not to spill the secret, to threaten her if she dared put the borrowers in danger.

But he couldn’t do any of that, not while Breanna was there, sending strange looks at the two of them as she undeniably caught onto the tension that filled the air every time Alice or Felix were in close proximity. Alice began to chat idly about rehearsal, about how excited she was that the three of them were lucky enough to be leads together, and Felix’s panic subsided slightly. He laughed along with them, breathy and nervous, but he couldn’t ignore the flash of Alice’s frosty eyes whenever she looked at him.

This is going to be a long season.

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The sight that greeted Felix upon arriving home was absurd, to say the least.

He froze, spotting the wide open door of the microwave on the counter. A yellow ceramic mug was sitting at an uneven angle, its flat base propped up on the edge of the microwave opening, in the process of being dragged inside. A three-inch-tall man stood on the turntable of the microwave, his tiny hands clasped firmly around the ceramic handle of the mug, entire body braced with the effort of keeping the mug stable.

On the other side of the mug, heels planted firmly on the countertop, was his female counterpart. Her palms pressed flat against the side of the mug, clearly struggling to shove the mug up inside the microwave. Water was splattered over the counter. Both borrowers were frozen, staring at Felix like deer in the headlights.

Silence crept around them, until finally Felix forced himself to speak, unable to tear his gaze away from ridiculousness. “What are you doing.”

His aghast words broke the trance they were in. With a jolt, the two borrowers shared a glance— then suddenly Basil was snickering and Pepper was burying his face in his sleeve and the tension in the air was fading into nothing, leaving only amusement. Felix blinked rapidly, mind spinning with confusion.

“Hi. We, um, we were trying to make you tea.” Basil’s face was flush with scarlet, her words wobbling with laughter. She stepped away from the mug, which remained propped up on the opening of the microwave, and grinned sheepishly up at Felix.

Her bushy hair had been pulled back into a little ponytail, revealing her face more clearly than Felix had been able to see this morning. Unfortunately, it drew his attention directly to the bruise on her cheek, splotchy and colorful.

Felix lost sight of her face as Basil jumped up inside the microwave, and suddenly he processed her words. His eyebrows shot up, watching as she attempted to drag Pepper out by the sleeve of his blue jacket.

“…What?” Felix asked incredulously, slowly setting his messenger bag onto the floor, turning Basil’s words over in his mind. “Why?”

Water barely filled the mug halfway. A trail of droplets led to the sink, where Felix realized the faucet had been twisted backwards, pointed directly over the countertop, where a puddle of water rested. He vaguely felt like he was observing a crime scene.

Basil successfully tugged Pepper outside, where he peered up at Felix, cheeks red. “We wanted to thank you for everything,” he mumbled. “We were gonna cook something, but Basil’s scared to use the stove.”

Basil punched him surprisingly hard. Pepper made a noise of objection, grabbing his arm, then huffed. “I’m scared to use the stove,” he corrected. Basil grinned.

The warmth in Felix’s heart threatened to spill out, and he let out a breathy laugh, bringing a hand to his chest. They seemed incredibly embarrassed, but Felix had never felt more touched (and immensely relieved that they hadn’t attempted to use the stove).

“Thank you!” Felix glanced between them as they continued to shove each other, admiring the comfortable way Pepper and Basil interacted now that they weren’t tear-stricken and terrified from being trapped in a jar. The bickering and familiarity between them reminded Felix of his relationship with his own sister. “You– you didn’t have to do that.”

“We wanted to,” Pepper objected, eyes wide. Basil nodded.

Felix struggled to find a response. He wanted to reach over and move the mug, which was still propped up awkwardly, but he didn’t want to risk hurting their feelings or intimidating them by quickly performing a task that had clearly taken all of their energy. His heart melted even more, hoping that they hadn’t spent an absurd amount of time on this silly task. “I…”

Felix trailed off, watching with mild alarm as the two borrowers turned back to the mug. Pepper grabbed onto the handle, Basil pressed her hands against the ceramic, and they continued their attempt to heave the mug up into the microwave. Felix blinked.

After a few seconds they both slumped their shoulders, breathing heavily, having made no progress. Felix bit back a laugh. “Guys, I can finish this up, you don’t have to—”

They ignored him, and after a loud countdown from Basil they resumed with a new vigor.

Between the two of them, they seemed to share a surprising amount of strength. Basil eventually forced the mug off of the counter while Pepper yanked back with just enough momentum for the mug to slide stiffly inside the microwave, landing neatly on the turntable. The two borrowers erupted into cheers, immediately tackling each other.

“Oh!” Felix’s eyebrows shot up, genuinely startled to see that they had successfully lifted up the ceramic mug by themselves. His gaze flickered over to the sink, realizing how difficult it must have been for them to even get it across the counter.

“Fuck yeah!” Pepper hopped down onto the counter, Basil close behind, and the two of them scrambled to close the microwave door. It swung easily under their shared weight, shutting bluntly.

Seconds later, beeping filled the room. Basil pressed buttons at random, a frown stitched over her face, Pepper peering over her shoulder. “Where’s the button that makes it spin?”

“It’s, um…” Felix’s hand inched closer, but hesitated, not wanting to invade Basil’s space. He spent the next few minutes explaining to the borrowers how microwaves worked, and they listened with rapt attention, bright and curious. His heart continued to melt.

Once the mug had been successfully microwaved and the water inside was brimming with heat, Felix dropped a tea packet inside, then offered a palm to the two borrowers. “Thank you,” he said, and he meant it. “This was really sweet of you guys. Would you, um– would you want to go watch a movie with me, maybe?”

Pepper immediately expressed his approval by stepping closer, but Basil hesitated, brown eyes dancing away.

“Both of you,” Felix added gently. Basil brightened.

The rest of Felix’s evening was spent on the couch, sharing his tea with the two borrowers. He felt the inexplicable need to hold them, or cradle them, somehow– but he kept this to himself. Pepper sat on the back of the couch, closer to Felix, while Basil sat cross-legged on her brother’s other side. She seemed a little uncertain about sitting out in the open, but her posture became more relaxed throughout the duration of the movie.

Felix stole a glance at his phone during the climax of the movie, while the borrowers were both enraptured. A text from Ricky greeted him.

hi!! the partys gonna be this friday 8pm at my apartment. whole cast is invited!! lmk if you can come

Felix blinked, momentarily confused, until he remembered what Ricky had been talking about during rehearsal. With a warm feeling in his chest, he responded to Ricky’s text with approval. It had been a while since he had gone out to a party, and it might be nice to spend time with Alice, maybe try and repair their friendship.

His gaze flickered to the borrowers as he put his phone away. The two of them were earnestly discussing the movie, pointing and gesturing widely, and Felix bit back a laugh. Appreciation flooded his heart for them, and he took a sip of his tea, turning his attention back towards the screen.

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likes/comments/reblogs are always appreciated!! ty for reading!

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thrashkink-coven · 1 month

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When I approached Ra I was apprehensive. I don’t like the idea of supremacy. I don’t jive with the concept of kingship, and my past relationship with Christianity has made me shy away from all things “Father God”. I like the freedom of choice and self discovery that I’ve found in entities like Lucifer.

But Ra is helping me heal, and in him I’m starting to find that the divine masculine isn’t so scary after all. I thought because of his nobility and position as a king, he would be harsh and picky, but he’s starting to help me understand what it really means to be a God of kings. It doesn’t mean being served and obeyed just because you should, it means being such a great and supportive leader that people want to follow you. And as a father, a good father, Ra never raises his voice at his children. He gives them the best advice because he wants them to succeed. I didn’t feel like I “owed” him respect. I just wanted to, I wanted to be around him and learn from him. I wanted to trust in his leadership and I wanted to make him proud. That’s very new for me. Having grown up without a father, I’ve never understood what that feels like.

Ra reminds me of the beauty and strength of powerful men. Men who protect and lead and encourage, men who nurture. Men who use their strength to create rather than destroy. Men who are honest and know how to love.

Ra is warm (of course) and incredibly, indescribably powerful, but also so soft. So gentle. And lively, cheerful. A smiling God. He doesn’t need to be stern and cold to summon those feelings of immense respect and honour of being in his presence. He laughs and he accepts offerings with such appreciation.

Today I gave him an offering of bread with some peanut butter and water. It’s the first one I’ve ever given. And I was overwhelmed with this feeling of him being pleasantly surprised by the peanut butter. As if he was saying “oh! Bread AND peanut butter! This is a treat!”

And something about that made me feel particularly softened. You’re the king of the Gods, the blazing burning Sun that gives all life to Earth, and yet you’re pleasantly surprised by a little peanut butter. Lol.

Today was the first time I called upon Ra for protection. I did a modified banishment of the Hexagram and called to him in his many faces, along with Horus cleanse my space and aura. I’ve never felt so confident in a protection ritual. The pure blazing energy of the sun sanitizes everything it touches. As I hummed each syllable of his holy names I felt him smiling on me. He seems to like singing and humming a lot. It was the first time I’ve ever felt right ending a prayer with “Amen”.

I could feel Mother Isis looking on us too, she seemed relieved that I’ve finally found them. Something about all this feels like coming home.

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child-of-hurin · 2 months

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I'm on episode 4 and unsure how I feel about Netflix's Three Body Problem overall, but I'm pleasantly surprised by a number of things:

If they were never going for an all-Chinese cast, I so far appreciate the attempts at giving it a worldly feel. I like that we hear a lot of different languages and I appreciate that key nationalities --Ye Wenjie and Mike Evans more obviously, but also Sophon's chosen Japanese appearance -- were kept, and I appreciate the diverse cast too, immensely. I feel like it's safe to hope for more even more in-universe diversity. Wondering if we'll see Manuel Rey Diaz lol.

It feels at the same time an obvious solution and a bold move to have the protagonists of each book be friends in this one -- I think it takes away from the insane scope of the series, but OTOH it does facilitate it for the viewer, and allows for more character exploration, which we know is something Western audiences tended to feel was lacking in the original trilogy. I was worried the show would not be able to develop so many characters at once, but by ep 4 I feel the opposite! The cast feels strong too, I'm pleasantly surprised by the quality of the acting. But I had very low expectations.

I was worried an adaptation would water down the discussion of fascism that is ever so present in the book (albeit discreet to the point that many readers say it's not a political book!) but I was pleasantly surprised on that front too... The (purposefully) half-committed discussions about god and violence have hit some mark for me so far, though I'm not entirely sure what mark it was. But it's there!

I wish they had been more bold visually, but I can't complain of the quality of the effects!

If you have any opinions about these topics, I'd be curious to hear about them!

#kinda miss it when you could publish something in a tag and people would see it and respond to it #bc many people would track the tag and check it daily #this place used to work a little more like a forum... just a little #the three body problem #three body problem #remembrance of earth's past

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lokisswiftie · 3 months

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Alastor x Reader from the 1920s

Hello! This is my first time writing for Alastor so apologies if it’s not my best. Practice makes perfect, so feel free to send in requests for him!

I will Not Write smut for Alastor, he’s asexual. Fluff is fine.

• let’s get into it, you probably met through the hotel (let’s face it, Alastors social life is lacking). He would be pleasantly surprised when he heard your distinct transatlantic accent.

• you would probably catch him watching you silently, and it might make you nervous.

• Eventually, you’ll end up starting a conversation with him. You’ll chat about music together and by the end of it you’ll feel much better. Like he’s a slice of home.

• you’ll notice he often finds reasons to talk with you, or spend time together. You could talk all night with him.

• His manners are impeccable, and the closer friends you become the more you’ll notice him doing small things to make your life easier.

• He’ll Never ever admit it at risk of it being used against him, but he enjoys your company immensely. He doesn’t have a lot in common with others in the hotel, save for a few, but with you he can easily slip into talking about things no one else would understand.

• You’ll become a bit of a double act, it’s unlikely that anyone will see you with Alastor far behind.

• He can be quite possessive over the people he likes, trying to prove he’s closest to them. If you seem to be getting closer to someone else, he’ll try to take you away from them and remind you what a good friend he is.

• If You’re chatty Like him, no one else in the hotel will ever get a break from the two of you. You talk for hours with him to the point where you feel like you’ve known him forever

• Yeah You’re both cute. And annoying to the people stuck with you while you chat.

#hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fandom #alastor #alastor x reader #alastor fanfiction #alastor fluff #alastor headcanons #hazbin hotel headcanon

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danistartt · 1 year

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When Worlds Collide (it is Wonderful)- Dani Rojas

pairings: dani rojas x reader, the richmond team warnings: nervous reader, language about: request! dani introducing you to the team

Dani is ecstatic. He’s been ecstatic for three days and pre-ecstatic for two, grinning at you brazenly when he remembers today.

You… aren’t, so much.

You should’ve told him, you think as he leads you inside the Richmond building, chattering away excitedly about each member of the team. He mentions how nice Sam is and you’re reminded of how much he loves them. You stop abruptly, Dani tugging on your arm when he fails to notice.

He turns back to you and cocks his head in the sweet puppy way he does, saying your name in question. “Is something wrong?”

“I’m nervous,” you blurt.

“I thought you were excited?” he asks, stepping closer. You stare up at him worriedly and squeeze his hand.

“I was. I am. I want to meet them, they’re important to you, but that’s why I’m so nervous, too.” Your eyes round in concern. “What if they hate me? They’re a big part of your life and if they hate me, I—”

“Why would they hate you?” he wonders incredulously. “Mi amor, I do not think anyone could hate you.”

“But what if they do?” you insist. “What if I’m actually awful and I’ve trapped you with my siren song without even knowing?” you whimper.

“No,” Dani murmurs, wrapping his arms around you. You melt on contact, the unbelievable heat of him immensely comforting. “You do not have a siren song. And if you do, then I do not mind. They will love you.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do. I talk about you all the time and I love you. If they are not at least a little in love with you already, I will be surprised.” Dani smiles at your stilted laugh. “They told me they were excited to meet you.”

“I don’t want to disappoint them. Or you.”

Dani pulls away to make sure you’re looking him in the eyes. “You could not. Even if you tried really, really hard.”

Your face crumples.

Dani panics. “Did I say something?”

“Yes,” you cry, pulling him back to you. You raise a hand up to your eyes and wipe away your fear. Taking a deep breath, you nod. “I’m ready,” you tell him, standing up straight and squaring your shoulders.

“Wonderful,” he says pleasantly, picking right back up where he left off. “Coach Roy screams a lot, but he is very kind. He has a niece named Phoebe who he brought one day and gave us all friendship bracelets.” His own drags against the hand he holds, a bubblegum bead at the end of thick string bouncing on your wrist. “Jamie, of course, is my best friend.”

You laugh. “I can’t wait to meet them all.”

“I cannot wait either,” he says, very nearly bouncing on his heels. “This is like two of my favorite worlds colliding into one big, even more wonderful world.”

You chortle, squeezing his hand.

“All the coaches are there. Coach Lasso was very excited about meeting you. I think he got cupcakes.”

“Really?” you ask.

“I talk about you a lot.”

Another squeeze, desperate to send a loving spark up his arm. You think it reaches when he squeezes back.

You both pause outside the door, staring at the doorknob. Dani buzzes in your hand, but he glances up at you, soft eyes wonderful and kind. “Do not worry, okay? Javier is much tougher than them and he liked you a lot.”

You nod. “Yeah. Yeah, you’re right.��

When Dani pushes the door open, you are not prepared for the silence. You expect what you think is common of a locker room—loud guy noises, strewn exhausted footballers. Instead, you find all the thirty-something footballers standing straight in a very organized line, the coaches standing in front of what you assume is the office. One holds a small, pink box in his hands, a carton of cupcakes against his hip.

“Hello,” you say awkwardly, glancing at each face that stares back at you.

“Dani!” One bellows happily. “We were waitin’ for ya, bruv.”

“Yeah,” another chimes, “we was standin’ here for, like, five minutes.”

“Good impressions,” one at the far end chimes in.

Dani is glowing, agreeing with everything they’re saying. “This is my amor,” he says proudly, presenting you to the team. They stare for a second before the room erupts in elated noise, men coming up to you to tell you varying introductions. You catch some names and recognize some faces, trying your best to keep up with each person.

“Oi!” Someone yells, the team quieting and parting for the source of the voice. Low, bushy brows atop a dark beard introduce you to Roy. “Will we show some fucking manners?” He smiles at you a little gruffly and offers you a hand, the blue tail of a bracelet matching Dani’s swinging lightly against your wrist. “I’m Roy.”

“I’ve heard,” you reply, accepting. His handshake is as firm as you’d expect.

“So’ve we,” he tells you.

“Hi there,” Treats Man says, peeking over Roy’s shoulder with a friendly wave. “I’m Ted. That’s Coach Beard over there.” He gestures to a man off to the side, arms crossed across his chest. He offers you a nod. “We hear you’re with our little ray of sunshine, huh?”

You’re inclined to agree. “I’ve heard a lot. About everyone. I didn’t expect such a… big hello. Dani said I’d just come by after practice and put some voices to faces.”

“Nah. We showered and everythin’,” a player says proudly. “Isaac said we should.”

The man who had first spoken ducked his chin in agreement.

“Thank you,” you laugh.

“Are you impressed?” a man with short hair asks.

“Definitely.”

They all cheer, must to Roy’s dismay.

Dani takes this as a cue to start speaking, pointing players out and telling you their names. Sam smiles at you warmly and gives you a hug. Jamie nods at you, Colin tells you about one of the things Dani’d said about you, Moe kisses your hand, and Zoreaux says Dani hadn’t done you justice. Even Rebecca Welton comes down to meet you, offering free box seats for the next game.

You become very well aware that the team may already know you better than you had thought. Dani seems pleased about this fact. You can’t find it in yourself to be upset.

At the end of the meet, you realize every member of the team wears a colorful bracelet. You kind of can’t wait to get yours.

#dani rojas #dani rojas x reader #ted lasso #dani rojas fanfiction #dani rojas imagine #dani rojas x y/n #dani rojas x you #dani rojas fanfic #dani rojas fic #dani rojas fluff #richmond team x reader

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atsoomi · 1 year

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The lights are off when you come home.

The door creaks open, and you'd be complaining about the annoying noise if you weren't so entranced by kuroo's lips on your own, hot and demanding.

The arm around your waist guides you through the doorway while his other arm feels around the door until it's securely shut with a loud click.

You push kuroo against the now closed door aggressively and he smiles against your lips, letting you take the lead. The kiss is warm and wet with your perspiration, so intimate that it makes your stomach burst with butterflies and so hot that it makes your skin burn. The hands that rested on his chest come up to grab the collar of his white button-down shirt, trying to pull him impossibly closer. Your chest is flush against his as you push yourself against him harder, trying to match his height if only for a moment.

His hands go from your waist to the back of your neck, and your sclap tingles pleasantly as he weaves his fingers in your hair. He maneuvers your head against his to ensure his tongue reaches every crevice in your mouth and you almost let out a muffled moan when he bites down on your lower lip.

The fire in your stomach keeps growing as he expertly twists his tongue in all the right ways. His hands descend to your hips, rubbing gently at the sides, and keeping you in place in spite of your incessant squirming. Realizing that his arms are strong enough to keep you in any position he wants to doesn't help the growing hunger.

He continues to skillfully mold his tongue against yours, drawing out all of his favorite noises from your dark burgundy lips right into his mouth. He continues kissing you until your hands come up to his shoulders to physically push him away.

You break apart breathlessly, and you're met with red flushed cheeks and half-lidded hazel eyes that you've grown to love immensely. He smiles at you with lipstick stained lips and your knees feel like jelly.

"Hey," he whispers as you lean forward to place your forehead against his.

"Hey yourself." You whisper back, mirroring his smile.

His arms wrap tighter around your hips and you welcome the physical affection with a soft peck on his lips. He chases your kiss when you pull back and you let out a quiet giggle.

"Actually," you start, "I'm quite hungry. I think we have to stop for a few minutes."

You slip from his hold and you're out of his arms before he can process your words. And while he stands by the door, flushed and flustered, you make your way to the kitchen.

"You.. you can't do that!" He snaps, coming to his senses as he jumps to follow you.

The sight of him with dark marks on his neck and lipstick-stained shirt makes your heart race again and you know you'd give into temptation if you keep looking at him, so you turn to the fridge hastily.

"I can, I just did."

He leans back on the counter as you rummage through the fridge, back turned to him. Looking at your backside right now is a terrible idea, he does it anyways.

"You're cruel."

You turn around with a tub of leftover pasta, a cheeky grin gracing your face. "You like it."

His grin grows to match your own, eyes chasing you as you walk over to the microwave. He watches you set the timer for 10 minutes like a cat watching its prey.

Once you click 'start' and the microwave starts humming, he's on you in the blink of an eye, pushing you back against the counter. He wastes no time in joining your lips again, eagerly drinking in the gasp of surprise you let out. And other noises after that.

You breathlessly pull back for a second, "you have ten minutes tetsurō."

He grins at you, "ten minutes it is."

#do u guys think they ever ended up eating the pasta #personally i would stop whatever for the pasta thats just me though #clicking post without reading it 100 times this is new... if u see any typing mistakes do tell because i rewrote this twice #kuroo fluff #kuroo x reader #haikyuu x reader #kuroo tetsuro x you #kuroo scenarios #haikyuu kuroo #kuroo tetsurō #hq kuroo

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genshin-scenarios · 9 months

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a song for one audience—☆

Summary: 5wirl idol AU headcanons! Reader’s role isn’t specified.

Characters: Venti, Xiao, Kazuha, Heizou, Aether

The first time you heard Venti singing in the recording studio, you had a feeling you were doomed to have a weakness for him from the start. With a voice like that, constantly teasing and asking for your praise, it takes everything to not look him in the eyes and lose your willpower. He knows he’s cute and will use it to his advantage, asking you to accompany him on coffee runs or other menial tasks.

When Venti goes in front of the camera or onto stage however, all his playful energy shifts into something else. With the graceful lilt of his voice and sparkling gaze, Venti knows how to captivate an audience like nothing else.

Once, you were running late and were supposed to bring 5wirl their items for a fan meeting. During your panic, you’d texted Venti to tell him about the situation, only to arrive and see that he’d managed to improvise and surprise the audience with a short live QnA to stall for you.

It’s at times like these when you’re reminded of why 5wirl nominated him as their leader. As if it was no big deal, Venti only sends you a wink as you enter the vicinity, subtly telling you that everything was fine.

After that however, he did tell you he’d like some compensation of some sort. Before he’d been scouted as an idol, Venti was an independent music artist - and still likes to make songs on the side and asks you to listen to them. Thus… he had you write him a love song's lyrics. It's all fun and games until you realize that after your part, he'd written his own reply.

At your first meeting, you bumped into Xiao when you were entering a practice room. This happened quite literally; you had a bunch of items in your arms and the both of you stepped forward at the same time, leading to a dramatic collison.

Was it embarrassing? Yes. But at least no one got hurt and you shared said embarrassment with Xiao, who helped you retrieve everything and apologized for the accident.

…You probably would’ve been more indignant about the whole thing if you weren’t struck by how pretty he was. For a moment, you almost debated asking for his number or if he worked here, when one of his group members came in and diffused the situation.

The next time you had a moment was at a cafe you often frequented for lunch. Xiao was dressed discreetly, but you’d recognise those eyes anywhere - suffice to say you managed to catch him on your way out, and found out that Xiao had a penchant for sweets.

The first time you saw him (and the rest of 5wirl) dressed in concert attire for rehearsal, just… Wow. Um, the costume designer really knew which aspects of the members to bring out. You tried your best not to stare, but that only resulted in not making eye contact with Xiao for the entire day until he’d finally cornered you to ask what was wrong

(Little did you know, he was worried you were mad at him or something similar. Performing while distracted really does show in Xiao, who often wields a sort of intensity that has fans unable to tear their eyes away.)

You felt immensely deceived the first time you met Kazuha. He didn’t do so on purpose, you’re sure - but how could you live down treating him like a random staff member, and having him give you a tour of the entire building on your first day?!

You ended up asking for his number, thinking you could set up a lunch date with this ‘cute co-worker’ of yours.

A cute co-worker who was dressed in comfy clothing and had a calming voice - who’d asked you if you were adjusting well to the city, and told you about his hometown to break the ice.

God, you thought you had a chance with Kazuha until you showed up for your first day of work with the newly-formed 5wirl, only to see him in the lineup - perfect smile directed at you.

His eyes light up, pleasantly surprised you’d be working together. In that moment you could practically feel the floor between you break apart and shift miles away. An idol of all people was definitely out of your league!

Despite all this, Kazuha was never the type to discriminate between job titles or popularity. He continued to be a kind, caring friend towards you.

And the moments that make you question if he’s pushing for something more? Well… Kazuha has always been the poetic type, inviting you to watch the sakura blossoms, take a stroll at the park - making you instant noodles when you were both trapped in the office from a thunderstorm… Just don’t be surprised if he proposes something more official next time. (Have you ever gotten fan-mail before? He hopes he’ll have the chance to be your first.)

Heizou is who you’d call the problem solver of the group. He also takes care of the others by observing them and nudging things in the right direction, if someone were to be in a bad or nervous mood.

This extends to you, once Heizou has accepted you into his unofficial list of important people in his life. Once, you asked him how he’s so good at predicting the outcomes of things or analyzing sticky situations, only for Heizou to see this as a chance to invite you out for a date.

…Well, he disguises it as more of a challenge: if you can figure out his methods based on his behavior during the date, he’ll also reveal the secret to how he guesses mysteries correctly every time you showed him a book or movie plot.

In reality, it was just a way for Heizou to show you around his favorite parts of the city and reveal a bit of what he’s like away from idol work. His hobbies, favorite foods, and little actions to make sure you’re having fun during the day - these don’t go unnoticed by you, and when you list them off Heizou can feel his ears blushing, only for you to conclude that he’s just a thoughtful person by nature, and there wasn’t anything you could do to replicate his level of empathy like some robot.

Well, he did quite enjoy being in the center of your attention - but when you put it like that with such a soft smile on your face, Heizou feels like his heart’s been seized by a thief.

Often doted on by his fans, Aether is pretty much an angel on earth as far as you could tell. He’s nice, friendly, and always willing to lend you a hand (or a listening ear, if your job was stressing you out).

When he’s suddenly tasked by his also-an-idol sister to finally take you somewhere outside of work however, Aether is understandably at a loss of what to do. Lumine doesn’t budge, shoving him out of the house with a mission to shop for her if he needs an excuse. “Just say I’ve been feeling down and you wanted to get me stuff, or congratulate me on my next performance - then secretly buy stuff for them!”

At the back of his mind, Aether does have to wonder how long Lumine has been silently hoping he’d make a move. It’s not that he doesn’t want to, but you’re always so busy - he didn’t want to add to your stress!

That, and the last time dating was brought up in conversation, you’d smoothly said you weren’t interested in it (little did he know, he was literally the only person that believed that - everyone else giving you a side eye and glanced at Aether, who you obviously had a soft spot for.)

You agreed to help him with his tasks, giving Aether the opportunity to learn more about what gifts you liked and other details that would only come up in long, casual conversations. During that afternoon he learns that you look dazzling under the sunlight, and that he’s definitely in love with your laugh.

#venti x reader #xiao x reader #kazuha x reader #heizou x reader #aether x reader #venti genshin impact #xiao genshin impact #kaedehara kazuha #shikanoin heizou #aether genshin impact #genshin x you #genshin reader insert #genshin headcanons #gi imagines #traveler wishes #genshin writing

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The Golden Cage (4/5)

[modern! mafia boss • Aemond x female]

[warnings: sex content, smut, angst, sexual tension, fluff]

[description: Aemond works with the mob and finds a new accomplice. His attention is drawn to his daughter, trying to isolate herself as much as possible from their criminal underworld. Angst, domination kink, a lot of sexual tension.]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Previous and next chapters: Masterlist

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Several weeks had passed since their kiss and what she'd told him; he did not come to their house, contacting her father only by phone. She felt immense satisfaction at the thought that she had finally taken advantage of his weakness and turned it against him.

She thought that he deserved it.

She tried to forget the pleasant feeling and the shivers she experienced when the tips of their tongues touched each other in a wet dance. She pretended to herself that she felt nothing.

One evening, she went with her friends to a restaurant with delicious Italian food; they celebrated the end of the exam session and a short break between semesters. She managed to pass all subjects with very good results and felt that she was finally slowly regaining control of reality.

She thought that one more year and she would leave, cut herself off from it all.

After a few hours and two drinks that made her head buzz pleasantly, she said goodbye to her friends and headed home, exhausted. She glanced at the Uber app, but all the drivers were busy which didn't surprise her on a Friday night. She decided she'd go find a taxi, as there were always plenty downtown.

She glanced out of the corner of her eye across the street and saw a car with two men in it, watching her intently. She felt an unpleasant shiver, but thought that maybe she was just imagining it.

She skirted them, then heard the sound of the car door opening. She glanced over her shoulder and saw that the same men were following her leisurely across the street, a short distance from her.

She felt cold sweat on her back.

Ever since she'd seen the man pointing a gun at her father through the window that day, she'd imagined that someday something would happen to her.

A car would drive past her and someone would suddenly pull her inside, someone would rape her in the park at night, come up to her after class and threaten her. That's why she only walked in the evenings on the main, crowded streets. Now, even with so many people around her, she felt terrified.

She turned into another alley to see if they would follow her, and to her dismay, they did. To make matters worse, there was no free taxi anywhere. She suddenly realized she was near the Black Moon Club.

She felt her heart beating fast, a million thoughts ran through her head. She wondered if this was a good idea, but she had no choice.

She headed towards the club.

She saw from a distance that the same security guards were standing at the entrance as last time, one of them sighed when he saw her.

“Today is also a closed party, little one. No invitation, no entry. Your father is not there today." He said briefly, standing with his arms folded in front of him, he was three times her size and looked down at her with a stony face.

"Just tell Targaryen that the little birdie wants to talk to him." She said quickly, her voice trembling slightly. The man looked at her shocked and opened his mouth to say something, but she was faster.

"Please." She whispered pleadingly.

The man sighed heavily, nodded to his friend, and walked down the stairs, when he opened the door, hard, loud club music could be heard for a moment, the other man pushed her aside with his hand to allow other invited guests to enter.

After a few minutes the first bodyguard returned, this time looking her up and down in some kind of disbelief.

"You can come in." He said and she breathed a sigh of relief. She glanced to the side and saw that the men who were following her were standing by the night lamp, smoking cigarettes, watching her closely.

As she followed him down, she was hit again by the painfully strong music and the suffocating smell of tobacco. It was semi-dark in the club, the lights on the dance floor flickered again and again, stimulating her already terrified and tense body.

She wondered what she was even doing.

She thought that all she could do was beg him on her knees to let her call her father in peace, she just needed to be in a safe place for a while and wait for him there.

The man led her to the back of the club to rooms separated from the rest by glass, apparently some sort of VIP area, from one of the rooms she heard the groans of two people and felt a shiver.

He opened the door for her, and she entered a room that contained only a round table and a long couch surrounding it. The bodyguard closed the door behind her, and the music stopped as if she had suddenly fallen under water. She sat on the couch, only now feeling her legs tremble.

She jumped as Aemond entered the room after a while, he closed the door behind him and looked at her expectantly.

"You're impudent." He said dryly.

She swallowed hard and looked down, embarrassed. She felt her cheeks burn.

"I'm sorry. Two men were following me and I got scared. I didn't know where to go. I just want to call my father from here to come pick me up." She said quietly, without looking at him. Aemond looked at her blankly.

"No coverage here." He replied low.

She looked at him shocked and remembered that indeed, when her father came here she couldn't reach him on the phone. She buried her face in her hands, desperate. There was a tense, awkward silence between them.

“Wait here." He said as he opened the door again, she looked at him, pursed her lips.

"Thank you. And I'm sorry." She said helplessly.

She saw him purse his lips and hesitate. He closed the door, as if he had changed his mind.

She felt her heart pounding loudly.

He was staring at the floor, something in his gaze that terrified her.

"What are you apologizing for?" He asked finally. She swallowed hard, clenching her hands on the couch.

"For how I treated you." She whispered softly. He looked at her and a shiver went through her; he looked like a predator about to rip his prey apart, her breathing quickened.

"Do you realize how thin is the edge you're treading on?" He asked, and she felt her stomach clench, his gaze boring right through her.

She felt something strange in the air, a kind of tension that she couldn't put into words. She felt the air around them thicken and become heavy, she couldn't take her eyes off him.

"Yes." She whispered in a trembling voice, her chest felt hot, her breathing quick and uneven.

"After what you've done even your last apologies won't be enough." He spoke low, pressing his lips together in such a way that she felt a squeeze between her thighs.

She had no idea what was happening to her.

"If you want me to call your father, apologize properly."

There was a long silence between them.

She knew exactly what he wanted.

What terrified her was that she wanted it too.

For some reason, she felt she needed it.

Relaxation, relief, drop of adrenaline.

"Do you want to show me how you get out of your cage?" She asked softly, her voice trembling slightly. She was referring to words that he had told her at the club that night.

She never forgot them.

She saw his pupil dilate in shock, his body shudder, his tongue hit the inside of his cheek with satisfaction.

"Yes." He said low.

She got up on shaky legs, and sat down on the round table in front of him, sliding off her shoes, which fell with a dull thud to the floor. He looked at her clearly in disbelief that it was really happening, he must have wondered if she would humiliate him again.

He approached her uncertainly, menacingly, lust mixed with madness in his eye. He slid his hand into her hair.

"I don't know if I want to hit you or fuck you more." He hissed as he looked at her pale face. She felt a strong shiver run through her.

She trembled with fear, helplessness, lust and desire, her lips parted slightly.

"I wonder the same thing when I look at you." She whispered.

A smirk appeared on his face as he tilted her head back, his fingers tightening in her hair. He smiled in a way that gave her goosebumps, he looked like possessed by something.

"Come on. Hit me. See what happens then." He hissed, teasing her, knowing she was powerless and at his mercy.

For some reason, she smiled at his words. His brow furrowed at the sight, his mouth tightened, he was about to add something else, obviously annoyed by her expression but she cut him off.

"I've got nowhere to run to. I'll never be safe anywhere." She whispered helplessly, honestly, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "Maybe it would be better for me if you beat me to death right now."

He stared at her intensely, breathing unevenly, she saw in his eye that those were the last words that he would expect from her. He swallowed hard, his lips slightly parted, as if he was thinking hard about something.

"Give me what I want and I will protect you. You and your father." He spoke low, his voice a little softer.

She stared at him in disbelief, her heart pounding wildly.

For some reason she felt a sudden urge to touch him.

Her trembling hand went up to his face, he pulled away at first, refusing to let her touch him, but then gave in after a moment, he squeezed his eye shut as her fingers brushed his cheek.

"What do you want?" She asked helplessly, even though she knew the answer. He looked at her with eye that could burn cities.

His hand on her hair relaxed slightly, he leaned over her, and to his surprise, she didn't move away. A strong shiver went through her as he simply pressed his forehead against hers and looked into her eyes.

Something had changed in his gaze, but she didn't know what. His hand slid to the nape of her neck, his thumb brushing over her cheek.

She realized that he wanted her to make the first move.

She lifted herself up slightly and brushed his lips, she thought that they were pleasantly moist and full. She heard his gentle sigh, his lips touching hers timidly, their mouth opened, but barely brushed against each other, making both of them shiver.

She thought that those tender, subtle caresses didn't suit them at all, and maybe that was the point.

Maybe none of what they both said was true.

She tangled her fingers in his hair, and he grunted lowly as she pulled him close. He landed between her thighs, his pulsing manhood pressing against her panties, she felt wet all over, her body trembling with arousal. She thought, surprised, that she wasn't afraid of him, she knew that from the very beginning he had some strange, unexplained weakness for her.

She bit into his mouth greedily, squeezing his lower lip between hers, sucking it. She heard his soft, throaty groan and felt her nipples harden at the sound, she wondered what kind of condition she could get him to since he obviously wanted her so much.

He sucked in a quick breath as her hips began to rub against him, pressing against him, her free hand tightened on his back, holding him close, she could feel his cock throbbing under her hard, thirsty and desperate.

She felt his large hand pull up the fabric of her dress and squeezed her buttock, rubbing it as if to test how soft she was. They both gasped into each other's mouths as his hand slid down the other side of her thigh, to her panties, pushing the material away with his thumb, running over her hot, leaking entrance, she sobbed softly at this sudden delicious sensation.

Hearing this, he barely suppressed a groan that got stuck in his throat, he slid his tongue deep into her mouth and, to her delight, began to massage her with intense, circular motions around her clit, teasing her, making the tension between her thighs unbearable.

His touch was intense, calm and tender, not in keeping with his violent disposition and she was horrified to think that she wanted him to fuck her. She shivered as the tip of his finger slid a little into her, his lips leaving her for a moment with the wet click of their saliva.

“You take birth control pills, right? You're not going to make me wear this rubber shit?” He purred, his finger moving in and out of her in a light, calm rhythm, brushing against her top wall where was the point that gave her the greatest pleasure. She had to concentrate very hard to answer his question.

"Y-yes." She just mumbled, unable to get any more out, a grin appeared on his lips at her words. He slid his finger out of her and started undoing his pants, looking at her expectantly.

"Take off your panties." He said with a note of satisfaction, seeing the state in which she was. She swallowed the humiliation that she felt seeing his expression.

She didn't have the strength to fight back.

She slid the fabric off her hips to the ground, and he grunted in satisfaction seeing this. He placed his large hands on her thighs, massaging them steadily, and spread them out in front of him, both of them were breathing fast, feeling what was about to happen, full of desire and heat.

She leaned back, squeezing her eyes shut, as she felt the tip of his cock press against her insides. She spread her thighs wider, wanting to finally feel him inside her, and he slid a bit into her with a low, guttural groan.

He tightened his hands on her buttocks, slid out slightly, then rooted into her deeply, to the very end, filling her tight walls so much that she gasped, letting out a small sound of delight.

She could feel him throbbing aggressively inside her and unable to take it anymore, she began to move her hips towards him, lowering herself against him, feeling pleasant, hot waves of pleasure all over her body. He clamped his hands on her buttocks tighter, stopping her, pressing his face to her neck.

"Wait." He whispered helplessly, twitching inside her greedily, panting softly and she realized then that he was on the verge of coming inside her.

She stroked his hair, for some reason feeling the need to soothe him, embracing him, and after a moment she inhaled the air in surprise, feeling that he returned the hug. They stayed like that for a moment, breathing deeply.

She shivered and moaned in surprise as he felt him begin to move timidly inside her, rubbing her where she needed it, her hands tightened on his buttocks, wanting to feel him more and deeper.

"Harder." She mewled softly, and his hand tightened on the fabric of her dress. He grabbed her hair, this time more gently than before, lifting her head, forcing her to look at him, still moving inside her.

"In a moment. Let me enjoy yourself." He whispered, and she felt a thrill of pleasure run through her at his words, her heart pounding hotly.

His thumb brushed over her lips, lingering on her lower one, parting her slightly, his thrusts slow, sticky and loud. His hand slid under her strap and slid down her dress, exposing one of her breasts to him.

He leaned in, shoving her nipple into his mouth, she moaned loudly in surprise as his hips suddenly began to move faster and harder inside her, the perverted, wet slaps of his thighs against her buttocks resounding over and over again in the room.

She pressed his face against her breast, feeling a shiver of pleasure every time his tongue teased her nipple, she knew that if she kept going like this, she would come.

Her hips responded greedily to his thrusts, impaling on him, allowing him to penetrate her as deeply as possible. They both gasped helplessly, his mouth letting go of her breast as he pressed himself against her wet, lust-swollen lips again.

They began to lick each other with the tips of their tongues, fucking each other more and more brutally, low, uncontrollable moans escaped from their mouths.

"Is it so fucking hard? Is it so fucking hard to be my good girl like you are now?" He gasped into her mouth, his fingers gleaming tight around her hips, her fingers intertwined in his hair.

She moaned in pleasure at his words, feeling a pleasant shiver run through her, feeling her core clench tighter around him. He imposed a fast, intense rhythm, he rooted into her pushing apart the moist, fleshy structure of her insides.

One of his hands released hers, sliding down, his thumb teasing her clit, rubbing against her once in a while, not giving her what she needed. She pursed her lips, pressing her forehead against his, looking pleadingly at him. His face was impassive, he was breathing heavily with her, his gaze black.

"Apologise. Apologize like the good girl you are. I know you can." He hummed with satisfaction, feeling how she tightened on him every time he rooted his swollen cock inside her again.

Her lip quivered, her nipples all hard and showed through her dress, betraying how desperate she was. The tip of his nose brushed hers encouragingly as if to embolden her, their bodies hitting each other with a wet slap.

"I-I'm sorry." She sobbed softly, helpless, her hips responding greedily to his every thrust. "I'm so terribly sorry."

He kissed her passionately upon hearing this, his thumb immediately began to massage her more intensely and faster, a strong shiver went through her. She moaned sweetly into his mouth, meeting his thrusts even faster.

"Fuck. Such a good girl. I'll reward you. I'll make you come and cum inside you." He whispered in a trembling voice, being on the edge himself.

She moaned into his mouth, tangling her hand in his hair, pressing his forehead to hers.

"Cum inside me, cum inside me as many times as you want." She mumbled quickly and leaned back, feeling her orgasm approaching.

He moaned loudly, surprised by her words, his cock pumping chaotically, loudly, and brutally into her, they both threw their heads back and groaned helplessly as their bodies clenched together in powerful orgasms, his cum gushing in waves into her in hot core. Her walls pressed against him, heightening his sensations.

They both moved for a moment longer, surprised at how wonderful it felt, staring at each other with their mouths parted, she swallowed hard as she thought about what she had done. She saw him smirk at the look on her face and exhaled loudly as if he felt relief for the first time in months.

"So you can make a nice apology if you really want to."

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