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don’t delete the kisses - 6/?
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a camboy!steve au
this installment contains: gender unspecified reader; camboy!steve; like a hint of sugardaddy!steve but it’s a HINT; affection; lil bit of inconsequential angst; lingerie (reader wearing); masturbation (reader)
authors note: i decided if i was going to write this long from i might as well write it grammatically correct lol so sorry for the formatting change! appreciate y’all, actual sexy time next chap PINKY PROMMY !!!
“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”
Keith shoves his hand inside a bag of Doritos. It makes you want to scream. “They want it cleared out by the end of the week.”
“And you just learned this today?”
He nods, hand unmoving from the bag. You freeze, shocked by his casualty.
“And you’re not upset?”
“I’ve got the arcade,” he says, shrugging a shoulder towards next door. “Nostalgia for games is in, not VHS.”
You want to strangle someone. Mostly him. The door opens and men - movers - pile in with more boxes and dollies.
“If you help, you’ll get paid til the end of the week,” Keith says through a mouthful of chips.
“You understand I’m broke, right? You know my rent went up like a billion dollars and it’s a thousand for a week of groceries, right? And you’re giving me five days to find another job?”
He shrugs again. “You kinda should have seen this coming.”
Incredulous, you grab a cardboard box and stomp to the break room, pulling your phone out with your free hand.
i am so fucked
You wish he was here. To share a look with, to scream with. Though Steve wouldn’t really suffer like you’re suffering. You almost want to curse him for it. You shove a few tapes into the box, overcrowding it, not caring enough.
By who?
Not me. :/
You roll your eyes, but you smile wide.
don’t tease
just lost my job lol
He calls you a few moments later. “What happened?”
“They’re closing the damn store.”
“Finally?”
“I’m screwed!”
“I’ll be right there - give me half an hour, okay?”
He hangs up before you can protest. It takes 45 on a good day, but you know he’ll speed for you, which makes you smile and worry simultaneously.
You spent the night with Steve after your confessional, but it didn’t go any further. He insisted on having uninterrupted time with you. Neither of you wanted to risk being caught, either, so you instead curled up together. It was admittedly a little awkward - things were moving impossibly fast and much too slow. You weren’t sure if you were allowed to hold each other, or touch - but after staying up until 4 in the morning talking and giggling, your back ended up pressed against his chest, his warm breath fanning across the back of your neck.
“Gotta take those little shits home,” he mumbled into your ear when you woke to whooping and singing only four hours later. His tone was apologetic, and he pressed a feather-light kiss right under your earlobe. “So, later?”
“Later,” you agreed sleepily, following him to the kitchen for coffee.
It took everything for you to avoid Eddie’s prying eyes.
But you hadn’t seen Steve since, both too busy the following day to make the trip. You’re relieved to see him, though nervous. What do you say? How do you act? There’s still so much that you haven't said. Too much and not enough time in between your last interaction with him.
He busts through the door 27 minutes later, looking out of breath, as if he’d run to you. He searches for you among the sea of boxes before spotting you in the Fantasy section. You yelp as he grabs you, pulling you into the Adult section, behind the velvet curtain.
“You okay?” he asks, rubbing your arms before pulling you into his own. You sigh, instantly comforted. “I’m sorry, this sucks.”
“Yeah,” you mumble into his chest. He smells like vanilla, some sandalwood. “I don’t know what I’m going to do. My rent - how am I gonna-?” You have to cut yourself off to stop yourself from crying.
“It’s okay,” he soothes. “I’ll help.”
“No, you won’t.”
“I will,” he insists, pulling back. “I’m serious, I will. It’s no big deal, I can afford to.”
“That’s - no,” you push. “Steve, you can’t pay my rent, it’s hundreds.”
“I probably owe you that much, don’t I?” He’s got an amused glint in his eyes. You pinch his chest lightly.
“It’s not fair.”
“I’d do it for anyone,” he says, and you know it’s true. “Though you are my favorite.”
You bite your bottom lip until he pops it out with his thumb. “How about you just... pay for our dates?”
Steve scoffs. “I was already going to do that.”
“I’m not trying to use you.”
“I know.” He rubs your cheekbone with his thumb. It’s so wholly intimate, almost unbearable under his hazel gaze. “Let me do what I can, okay?”
You sigh heavily. “Okay.”
He pulls you into his chest again, resting his chin on the top of your head while his hands run soothingly up and down your back. “Besides. I know a few ways you can make it up to me.”
“Oh?” Your cheeks heat, stomach flipping, aching between your thighs.
“Yeah,” he whispers, pulling back to look at you. “Like... stealing one of these for me.”
He reaches over your head to grab a video, pulling back to read it. “Ah, Big Tittied Bimbos Gone Wild III, an excellent choice.”
You giggle, grabbing his wrist to pull him into you again. “Sure. Guess you need somethin’ to watch while you work, huh?”
Which gives you an idea.
You feel stupid when you set up your phone later that night, Steve back at his apartment after buying you lunch and helping you throw tapes into boxes. You’re dressed scantily, in your best lingerie, a set that’s sat in your wardrobe for months. You’ve done yourself up to look your best, wanting to look perfect for him. Like an angel. You bite your lip, sighing and trying to hype yourself up before pressing the circular red button.
“Hi,” you say shyly, moving to the chair stationed in front of your phone. “Wanted to send you something for helping me today.”
Behind your phone, your laptop is open, Steve’s profile and videos loaded up. The camera is fully on you, from the waist up, but he’s sure to know what you’re watching when he hears the audio. You press play on a video where Steve’s touching himself. It’s soft and sensual, little groans and moans slipping from his mouth as he plays gently with his cock. You try to ignore your image reflected back to you off to the side and move your hands up to your chest. You cup yourself, thumbs rolling over your nipples. You shudder and sigh, head thrown back just slightly but eyes still on Steve. Only his hand and lower half are present, and you wish you could see his face.
You feel yourself up, the ache below growing to be nearly unbearable. Your hands skim over your exposed skin, making goosebumps rise. You eventually move your hands behind you, unfastening your bra and letting it fall to the floor below you. Your nipples are pretty and perked from your attention on them. “Wish you were here,” you sigh. “Would love to feel your lips on these… and down here.”
Your hand trails down your stomach to the waistband of your underwear. You click to another video. It’s one of Steve fully exposed, his fingers dipping in and out of a fleshlight before fucking his cock into it. You follow the motions of his fingers, slipping the pads of them up and down your skin, letting yourself finally relax as the pleasure builds.
The video’s a full twenty minutes before you’re finished. You were sure to moan his name, along with strings of swears. Your body shakes and writhes with your orgasm, fully on display, and you smile blissfully to yourself. You have to upload it privately to your Google account because it’s much too big to send him via text. You smile maliciously as you send him the link, along with the text, in case you wondered what i looked like while watching you.
It’s stressful waiting for him to reply. You nearly lock your phone away while you wait. You’re disheartened after forty minutes with no reply, but after an hour, he does.
Unlock your door. I’ll be there in 25.
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Wildest Dreams | Bob Floyd x Reader x Jake Seresin
word count: 2701
warnings: break up, SMUT MINORS DNI 18+ , oral, fingering, sex
song pairing: Wildest Dreams - Taylor Swift
notes: Hi y'all! Hope all is well. I have been on a Hangman kick lately and also with 1989 probably being the next re-recording well this was inspired. Please forgive me for making our sweet Bob not so sweet but I promise we will get sweet Bob back soon. This will have more parts so stay tuned! Please if you don' t mind like and reblog!!! Also thank you for all the likes and reblogs on my previous works, it truly means the world to me.
The breakup was sudden. A string of arguments over phone calls that didn’t last more than 5 minutes were the cause. Bob’s deployment was extended but Nat was shipped back. He was Cobra’s new backseater and with that came new trust issues.
His short or missed phone calls, no texts, and lack of caring came as a surprise. The biggest slap in the face was when he missed your birthday. Everyone at the Hard Deck huddled around the laptop waiting on him to pop up any second yet he never did. That was the night it all was over for you.
You ran out of the Hard Deck trying to hide the tears from the rest of your teammates. Only Jake and Nat knew about the fights and were both surprised at how sweet Bob might have all been an act. You could hear footsteps behind you in the sand as you quickly dried your tears ready to pretend you were fine.
“I’m okay, I just needed some air,” you said turning around to find Jake headed towards you. “Come on, let's get you out of here,” he said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as he guided you to his car. You let the tears fall as he drove you home. Jake was one of the only people you trusted and who knew exactly how you felt.
“Want to talk about it?” he asked as he approached a stop sign in your neighborhood.
“It’s over. I’m going to break it off. Not that there’s anything left either way.”
“Are you sure, Peach? I know things have been really rocky the past couple of months but maybe talk to him first?” he mumbled as he pulled into the driveway.
“There’s nothing to talk about Jake. He didn’t show. I’m done waiting for him when all he seems to care about is Cobra.” your tone was harsher than you expected but it was true. Bob assured you when he was assigned as Cobra’s backseater that it would be strictly professional. Yet the friendly outings blasted all over her social media and Bob’s exasperation whenever you asked were enough for you to come to the conclusion that your relationship was over.
Jake followed you to your door knowing you shouldn’t be alone. Usually, you’d try to get him to leave but you were exhausted. He watched quietly as you started putting Bob’s things and gifts in a box.
Nearly an hour later you were finished. The tears came and went but when you closed the top of the box the heartache seemed to worsen. You turned around and walked over to Jake who stood up and engulfed you in a hug as you started to sob. “Let it all out, sweetheart. I’m here,” he whispered against your head as you cried.
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Your phone ringing woke you up and as you reached for it the events of last night came reeling back in. The call ended as you stared at Bob’s face on your screen. 3 missed calls and 1 text.
Clicking on the text you felt your stomach sink as you read it. “We need to talk and I’m so sorry about last night baby. Love you” you stifled back a sob. It was over. His face popped up again as his call came through. Hesitant you answered it anyway. Better to get it over with now.
“Hello?” he said quietly.
“Hey”
“Look Peach, I’m really sorry I missed last night” he sighed. “I’ll make it up to you. Work is just really stressful and-”
But you’d heard that before. He’d make it up to you and things would be fine for a while but it would be just a matter of time til it happened again. Cutting him off you ripped off the bandaid. “Stop, please. Bob, it’s over. I can't do this anymore.”
“No! Peach talk to me please” he pleaded as you ended the call.
He tried to call again but you didn’t answer this time. Instead, you headed for the shower not even bothering to take your sleep shirt off as you got in. Sitting on the tub letting the hot water soak you as you sobbed. You wanted to go back into your room and answer the phone but you knew it was better this way. He would’ve never broken up with you so it was up to you to take the hint and end it.
A knock on your bathroom door startled you. “Peach, is everything okay?” said Jake from the other side. He never did leave last night. You figured he slept on the couch and stayed to check on you. “Yeah, I’ll be out in a sec,” you shouted back trying to hide the fact that you’d been crying. “Okay, I’ll be in the kitchen.” the uncertainty in his voice told you he knew you were lying.
You threw your clothes into the dryer that was thankfully in the bathroom then wrapped your towel around you and headed to your room to get dressed. Jake shouted breakfast was ready as you clasped your bra. “Coming!” you shouted back, throwing your Navy sweatshirt on.
“Hey stranger, made you some pancakes,” said Jake as he slid the plate in front of you. Chocolate chip, your favorite.
“You didn’t have to do that Jake,” you replied quietly as he shrugged in response. Your appetite was non-existent but you didn’t want to seem ungrateful so you scarfed down one of the pancakes.
“Bob called. He’s been calling me and Nat all morning.”
“Did you answer?” you swallowed hard. Hoping he didn’t.
“No, but have you talked to him?”
Staring down at your plate you mumbled back “Yeah. I ended it and hung up on him.”
“Oh sweetheart, I’m so sorry.”
Jake pulled you into a hug before you could even reply. Sticking by you the rest of the day as you dropped off Bob’s things at Nat’s and then watching rom-coms with you that only managed to make you cry even more.
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Bob tried calling the first week. An abundance of texts sat unanswered on your phone too. He even sent you roses which ended up at Nat’s since you didn’t want them but didn’t want to throw them out. But as the 2-month mark neared he finally stopped. According to Nat, he wasn't on Cobra’s social media anymore and he asked her about you every week but it was too late now.
He said, "Let's get out of this town
Drive out of the city, away from the crowds”
The sound of Jake’s truck in your driveway snapped you out of your thoughts. He’d been there through it all for you. Making you get out of the house and not letting you drown in sorrow. Today he was taking you to a flea market you’d mentioned at work. It was a 2-hour drive and you tried to get him to reconsider but he just said he loved a good road trip and you knew you couldn’t fight him.
The drive-up was uneventful and you couldn’t deny Jake’s playlist was great. Singing along to Jolene as he pulled into the parking lot. “Wow this place is huge,” you mumbled.
Jake smiled up at you as you walked the booths. His arms holding your new books. You turned around suddenly bumping into Jake when you realized you passed the records booth. He grabbed your waist to prevent you from falling.
He's so tall and handsome as hell
His green eyes were on yours as he towered over you. You couldn't help the butterflies in your stomach as you shook your head to snap yourself out of the trance and then quickly headed toward another booth.
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As you and Jake ate that afternoon at a little cafe on the side of the road you couldn't help but stare at his handsome features. A couple of times he made funny faces when he caught you staring and you tried to shake off the feeling you got when he did.
Standing in a nice dress
Staring at the sunset, babe
Walking back to the truck you stopped to take a picture of the sunset. The breeze ruffling your blue sundress. Jake ran ahead of you and opened the truck door for you. Standing in front of him, as he towered over you, your eyes flickered down to his lips.
Red lips and rosy cheeks
“I like your red lipstick,” he whispered. You looked down as your cheeks blushed but his fingers lifted your chin to look up at him. Before you could overthink it you pulled his shirt and pulled him down to you, pressing your lips to his as his hands reached for your waist. The kiss was slow and it felt natural as his tongue tangled up with yours.
When you finally parted to breathe, he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. “I’m sorry if I overstepped” you mumbled to him as you turned to get into the truck. “I’m not sorry,” he replied as he rounded the truck and got in.
Jake grabbed your hand as you got on the highway back to Miramar, a comfortable silence had settled between y’all. Only being interrupted when he pulled into your driveway and you asked if he wanted to come in.
Setting down your books on the coffee table, Jake excused himself to the bathroom. Your mind still reeling from the kiss. Your heart still ached for Bob but you couldn't deny the feelings that had recently come to the surface as you started to hang out more with Jake.
You turned on the tv and put on Game of Thrones which was Jake’s favorite then headed to the kitchen and poured two glasses of red wine. “That for me?” he asked as he came and grabbed the glass for your hand and quickly pecked your lips. “Yes, I uh also put on Game of Thrones. We can watch something else though if you want.” you rambled as you followed him out of the kitchen and then settled on the couch.
“Nah, this is perfect” he replied as he stretched and placed his arm on your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. Jake was very into the show but you couldn't concentrate on anything other than the fact that he’d kissed you twice today and now it was nearly midnight and he was still here. On the one hand, you didn't want him to leave but you also didnt want whatever was happening to progress quickly and ruin your friendship. “Hello? Earth to Peach?” he said breaking you out of your thoughts.
“Sorry, what were you saying?”
“I said it's getting late, maybe I should go,” he stared at you waiting on a response. You eyed the wine on the coffee table now empty. Not wanting him to drive home under the influence you responded “You’ve been drinking, it’s okay if you stay.”
“Peach, I’m okay really. I don't want to overstay my welcome.”
“No, please. Stay.” your lips crashed into his before he could say anything else. The kiss started slow but it turned more passionate as you moved to straddle his lap. His hands were on your ass as your tongues fought for dominance. You pulled away and slowly got up, holding his hand as you guided him toward your room.
I said, "No one has to know what we do"
His hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room
“Are you sure about this, Peach?” he mumbled while kissing your neck. You nodded in response as a moan escaped your lips when he pulled your hair. “Use your words, Peach.”
“I’m sure” you whispered as he laid you down on the bed and climbed on top of you. You pulled his shirt up and ran your hands across his abs as he kissed you, only pulling away to take his shirt off. His right hand squeezed your breasts as you desperately kissed him. Your body jolted with every touch. There was no denying being touch starved from Bob’s long deployment might have influenced this to happen so quickly but as he kissed your thighs your mind went blank.
And his voice is a familiar sound
Nothing lasts forever
But this is getting good now
“Can I eat you out?” Jake mumbled against your thigh. “Yes,” you panted as he slowly took off your underwear and threw it somewhere with the rest of his clothes. He sucks on your clit and your fingers grasp for his hair as your moans fill the room. He pulls away and licks a stripe from your entrance to your clit, his green eyes piercing through yours as you moan his name. “You like that, honey?” he says as he thrusts one finger in you and you feel your legs start to shake.
He adds another finger and hits your g-spot as he sucks on your clit. Your legs tighten around his head as he starts to go faster. Your vision goes white with pleasure as your legs start to shake while you come in his mouth as he continues to finger you through your orgasm. “You taste so good baby” Jake mutters as you start to come down from your high.
You taste yourself on his lips as he kisses you. He pulls away to take off his jeans as you take off the sundress and chuck it on the floor. Quickly his lips are back on yours as you grab his bulge and he groans in your mouth. Your fingers tug at the waistband of his boxers and as you pull them down you grab his cock. Slowly stroking it as he pulls the boxers all the way off.
“Are you sure you want to do this, Peach?” he asks once more as you kiss his neck. “Yes, Jake” you respond and so he reaches down to his pants on the floor and pulls a condom out of his wallet. He quickly puts it on and as he rubs his cock against your entrance you wrap your legs around him and pull him to you. Moaning his name loudly as he begins to thrust slowly into you.
“Faster, Jake” you whine as he starts to quicken up the pace. He lowers his right hand down to rub your clit as he thrusts into you. You kiss him desperately as you feel yourself getting close. His left hand squeezing your breast. “I’m close” you moan and that sets something off in Jake and he begins to thrust faster and harder into you.
Screaming his name you feel yourself coming and he comes too as your cunt tightens around his cock. Holding on to you as you both come down from your highs. He slowly pulls out and chucks the condom into your bedside trashcan. Laying beside you he pulls you to his chest as you throw your leg over him. Both of you drifting off to sleep.
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You'll see me in hindsight
Tangled up with you all night
Burning it down
Monday rolls around too quickly and Jake has been at your apartment since Saturday night. He leaves early that morning to get to work before you and at work, you both act like nothing happened since you didnt want the team to know. Worried about what they might say.
Jake winks at you as you head for the showers and your mind wanders back to last nights steamy shower with him. You hurry while getting dressed and practically run to your car and when you pull into your street you see the familiar truck in the driveway. As you park next to him he gets out of the truck and rounds your car to open your door. Making you giggle as he throws you over his shoulder.
But before he can walk to your door a car door shuts behind you and when you lift your head to see who it is, it's the one person you were not prepared to see again.
Bob.
Say you'll see me again
Even if it's just in your wildest dreams
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06| The Tribrid
Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x daughter!reader
Summary: While you busy yourself with making sure the deal with the witches runs smoothly, Klaus occupies himself by trying to figure you out.
Warnings: none
Words: 4.4K
Masterlist | Part 7
I walked into my house, throwing my keys on the side-table next to the door and shrugging off my jacket. I checked my watch: 2:01 PM, so Davina was still at school and wouldn't be back 'til she was done practicing with the witches.
I just got back from lunch with Elijah where we went over the Mikaelson's terms in more detail. Genevieve had sent a witch to the Abattoir earlier like a carrier pigeon with an outline of their requests.
Pretty dramatic, if you ask me, but she was like just resurrected. She probably doesn't know how to text yet, so whatever.
After Elijah and I talked over everything, I left, telling him I'd type up the contract myself. As an immortal with plenty of time on my hands, I've gone to law school and pursued numerous careers, as I'm sure Elijah probably had, too, so there was no need to hire (compel) someone else to write this contract for us.
I made my way to my room, passing Davina's on the way which was filled with boxes and a few things placed haphazardly on the ground. My room looked a little different: pretty plain, bed parallel to the door. Normal, basically.
I walked into my adjoining walk-in closet which was probably the most interesting thing about this room. At first glance, it looked mundane; there were some eye-catching statement pieces, but this closet otherwise just looked like a closet.
Unless you knew what to look for.
I closed the closet door for good measure and turned to the back wall, waving my hand and muttering, "Invisique saeclum." Instantly, the illusion of the wall disappear and another, smaller, more compact room was revealed.
It was lined with shelves, books stacked on top of each them. I walked closer, going to pick up the book closest to me. My grimoire. Like the rest of the books in this closet, it was dusty. I haven't needed to look for a spell in a long while.
I placed it down on the island in the middle of the room before turning to find the other book I needed. Under a few other books, I found what I was looking for: Amelia's grimoire.
I put it down next to mine, staring at both of them. Strong nostalgia came over me. I hadn't looked at her grimoire in long time, or even my own, for that matter. Both of them should have been worn down now after all these years, but a simple preservation spell kept them in pristine condition, looking just as they had when I was younger.
My lips quirked up as I ran my hand along their covers, memories flashing before my eyes of my childhood. But as quick as the happiness came, it disappeared with the thought of how that very childhood was stolen from me.
Enough with memory lane.
I switched my focus onto the purpose of even grabbing these books, opening my grimoire and flipping through it until I found the page I was looking for.
Illusion spells.
While I was very familiar with this type of spell, the one I wanted to perform was a little different. It was similar to the average cloaking spell, but I wanted a physical manifestation of an object: a decoy.
I wasn't stupid. I was never going to give Genevieve my aunt's grimoire. The only reason the witches wanted something so powerful was for leverage, and they weren't gonna get it. I knew all this last night, so instead of actually giving them Amelia's grimoire, I'd give them a copy.
But this copy had to feel real, tangible. Its energy needed to be able to be sensed in the same way it was with the real thing. They needed to feel like they could trust us, even if the Mikaelsons—or myself, for that matter—didn't trust them.
The thing with magic was that it worked through energy. Witches have their own special type of energy that enables them to perform spells. That's why you could practice magic without incantations; so long as the intent was there and it was strong enough, then your spell would work.
The reason why we often do use incantations is because words hold power. The history behind them holds enough energy to basically back the spell up. So, if you were using spells that weren't your own, then you would also want to use the chant because, without one, your own intent wouldn't be strong enough for the magic to pull through.
That's why I was going to change the incantations written down altogether.
At first, I was gonna exclude certain pages from Genevieve's copy completely, but then I realized that, without the powerful spells, she'd be less likely to trust us. So then I just change them so that they still made sense, but wouldn't work.
Without the written incantations that Bennetts had chanted in the past, these spells would be useless. If the words didn't hold any significance, then they were pointless.
Which was exactly my goal.
I hovered my left hand over Amelia's grimoire, hovering the other over blank space on the island. I closed my eyes and began, "Phantamogriphia decorum, appearatas veridical. Phantamogriphia decorum, appearatas veridical." After repeating this a few times, I felt the emergence of energy into the room and opened my eyes to see a book identical to Amelia's under my right hand.
I picked it up, flipping through it and stopping every once in a while to alter a spell, muttering incantations under my breath so the words on the page would appear as if they were Amelia's handwriting.
When I was done, I set it down on the island to compare it to Amelia's real grimoire. It was almost impossible to tell the difference unless you actually knew her. There was only a slight difference in the energy emitting from each book, but I knew this was fool-proof.
With a grin, I returned mine and Amelia's grimoires to their spots, bringing the cloak of the wall back. I grabbed the fake and stuffed it into my bag, tossing it onto a chair in my room. For now, I'd go type up the contract, then I'd walk over to the compound to give it to Elijah.
With that, I walked over to my office.
THIRD PERSON, THE NIGHT BEFORE
Klaus stood off to the side while his brother and his latest fixation spoke to the witches. He was silent; Elijah already warned him earlier not to cause a fuss, and the last thing he wanted was a fight with a Elijah. He had enough to deal with, this agreement included.
This evening, however, was not something he wanted.
Klaus couldn't care less if the factions tore each other apart in the streets. All of this was Elijah's doing, and so Klaus was only there to oversee it. Truth be told, he wasn't even going to show until Elijah told him Y/N was going to be there.
That caught his interest.
He couldn't figure it out, but there was something about this girl that pulled him to her. She looked familiar; he just couldn't pinpoint where he knew her from.
It seemed that others found her just as fascinating. For some reason, she had the trust of the Quarter's residents, but she wasn't going to get Klaus' trust so easily.
There was something off about her, something far greater than familiarity. And he was going to figure it out.
No matter what.
His attention was drawn away from Y/N when Genevieve cut her off. The words that came out of her mouth had stunned him.
"Esther Mikaelson's grimoire. We want Esther Mikaelson's grimoire."
Elijah's request for peace this evening suddenly went over his head. He scowled, "Are you out of your mind?"
"Niklaus-"
"I am not giving you my mother's grimoire. After what you tried to do to my family, you expect me to hand over-"
"Niklaus." Klaus stopped, turning to look at Elijah. His jaw clenched when he saw the look on his brother's face. He calmed down slightly, glancing at Y/N, wondering how she was going to talk her way out of this one.
Even as he glowered at Genevieve, he couldn't help but feel smug. There was no way out of this, and the oh so special Y/N would fail.
Or so he thought.
Y/N declined her request, as he predicted. Genevieve went to pull out of the deal, as he predicted. What he didn't predict was what Y/N said next.
"I currently have a Bennett grimoire in my possession." His head snapped in her direction. His eyes met Elijah's who looked just as surprised as him. He glanced over at the witches who luckily didn't notice their reactions, too engulfed in shock of their own. "It's yours, so long as you accept."
The rest of the conversation became muffled to Klaus, as if he were underwater. He could tell she wasn't bluffing—that, or she was a really good liar. He suspected that both were true. So many thoughts ran through his head at once.
While he thought she must have won Elijah over with that save, this only deepened his own distrust in her. A Bennett's grimoire was extremely hard to come by. They were guarded as if they were the holy grail. If he, the Original Hybrid, wasn't able to get his hands on one, then how did a mere vampire acquire one?
And why was she giving it up like it was pocket change?
He tuned back into the conversation when all parties stood up, Y/N and Genevieve shaking hands and exchanging pleasantries that he didn't care for. As Elijah walked the witches out, Klaus didn't glance at Genevieve once, even though he felt like glaring at her whenever he saw her. Instead, his glare was directed to Y/N.
Their eyes locked, and Y/N only continued to surprise him by staring right back. She was confident, and assertive, and unfazed with every comment he threw her way. He kept trying to shake her, but she appeared to be rooted to her spot every time. This only annoyed him.
He was so focused that he didn't even notice when his brother walked back into the room. Elijah thanked her, making Y/N look away to respond. Klaus had an inkling that Elijah wouldn't bring up what just happened, so he had no choice but to be the one to do it.
"How do you have a Bennett grimoire in your possession?" He interrogated, suspicion audible in his voice. Elijah gave him a look that was ignored.
He watched Y/N's body language as she responded, looking for any signs of a lie. "I met one a few hundred years ago. She died after she was in the wrong place, wrong time, but she left that book to me."
She must take me for a fool, he thought. The nerve of her to think he'd believe that. "A Bennett witch left her grimoire with you, a vampire? Not with her family?" He enunciated each word slowly as if to emphasize his point.
A Bennett witch leaving something as valuable as her grimoire to a member of the species they hated was unheard of.
Y/N gave an excuse, saying the witch wasn't close with her family at the time, as if that made it any more believable. "And I was human at the time so, yes, she left it to me because she knew it could come of use one day."
She showed no indication that she was lying, and if her story was real, then her excuses were reasonable. Perhaps if the story were coming from someone else, he would've rolled over and believed it. But this was coming from Marcel's supposed 'best friend,' the woman who so happened to be there the night Hayley was almost attacked, who had his brother so interested in her that he forced him to allow Marcel back into the Quarter all for the sake of a deal. This was coming from the woman who reminded him so much of a ghost from his past.
So, no, Klaus did not believe her.
Elijah, on the other hand, didn't look as vexed. He cleared his throat and changed the subject, thanking her again. Y/N turned around, making plans for another meeting. She didn't look back at Klaus once, but he was staring at her until even after she walked out the gate.
Elijah sighing broke him out of his trance. "Must you be so difficult, Niklaus?"
Klaus rolled his eyes. "If you want to turn a blind eye to all of this, then by all means. But this woman is so obviously hiding something." He reached for his scotch, downing the rest of it in one go.
"Niklaus, please-"
He cut him off, "No, Elijah—you can't honestly be telling me that you don't see what I'm seeing. She acts as if she's guilty of something-"
"Innocent until proven guilty."
Klaus scoffed. Elijah's immediate impulse to see the best in everyone could very well one day be his downfall. For some reason, he was defending Y/N, even though they both knew the only reason they really brought her in was because he saw the same things Klaus did.
Klaus shook his head. "She's not who she says she is." This time, Elijah's response didn't come as quick. He only silently maintained his stare. Little did Klaus know, his brother had doubts of his own.
Elijah's response never came. He closed the book on the conversation completely. "Good night, Niklaus." Elijah walked way, patting Klaus' shoulder as he passed him before going up the stairs. The hybrid cursed him in his head. How could he be so stupid, he thought.
He knew you were hiding something.
And he would make it his personal job to figure out what it was.
FIRST PERSON, PRESENT
I closed my laptop, having just printed out the contract. With Marcel, contracts were never necessary; you would just trust the other person's word. But, in this new society, trust could not be guaranteed.
I sighed, checking the time. Davina should be home any minute now.
Right on cue, I heard a knock at the door. I furrowed my brows. Didn't I give her a key?
She must have left it her by accident. Not thinking anything of it, I got up, walking to the door absentmindedly. "Hey, Dav-" my words died down in my throat once I opened the door. Standing in front of me wasn't Davina.
It was Klaus.
He coyly smiled. "Hello, Y/N. May I come in?" For a quick second, I was stunned. I wasn't expecting this at all. How did he even know I lived here? I wondered before dismissing the thought. He's Klaus Mikaelson; of course, he knows where I live.
I quickly composed myself, reciprocating his smile, only hoping that mine didn't look as fake as his. I held the door open wider. "Of course." The act of Klaus stepping over the threshold into my home almost made me sick, but I didn't dare show it on my face.
"Lovely home you have here," he said, looking around, but I doubted he was just looking out curiosity, and that compliment felt nothing like a compliment to me. What the fuck is he doing here?
I thanked him, resisting the urge to cross my arms. I learned in the few psych classes I attended that it was a sign of discomfort. I instead tried to make myself less stiff, asking myself how a normal person would act in this situation and then trying to behave that way.
"Would you like something to drink? Water, tea, Brandy....?"
Klaus shook his head, declining. He still wasn't looking at me, continuing to stare at my house. He seemed to be searching for something, and I had an idea what it was.
Well, he wouldn't find it.
I skipped over the like five other questions I had, asking, "What brings you here?" I kept my voice light, even though he probably knew that I knew what he was doing. I was already gonna be heading over to the compound later where he would've seen me. He had no reason to be here other than to look for some sort of flaw.
Finally, Klaus looked over at me. "Elijah's currently preoccupied, so I told him I'd just come here and get what you were supposed to give to him." Bullshit. But I'd play this game. I've won far harder ones.
I reminded myself of the pact I made to myself when I left the compound yesterday, of everything I've endured over the course of my life. If I went through what I went through, then I could go through speaking to my father.
I faked nonchalance. "Right, the contract. I'll go get that right now." I went to my room, grabbing the stapled pages and Amelia's grimoire out of my bag, ignoring the fact that the hybrid could've done anything in the less than thirty seconds I left him alone. However, when I got back, he seemed to be in exact same spot, waiting patiently for my return.
"Here," I said, handing them to both to him. He hummed, flipping through the pages—though, I doubt he was reading anything, even though the contents of the folder I just gave him were only drafted in attempts to save his city.
But I didn't have to have known Klaus long to know that this wasn't about saving anything for him. Men like him didn't save; they destroyed, and my mother raised me well enough to make sure I never forgot that.
When he closed the folder, he looked at the grimoire with a serious stare. I would've been worried that he was trying to see past my glamour had I not been as strong as I was. Nobody could see past my illusions other than myself; it's always been that way, and it'll always be that way.
Instead, I could bet he was questioning its authenticity or even my authenticity. The white lie I gave the other night was convincing enough to get me out of the compound, but since Klaus was looking for any reason to support his distrust in me, he obviously still had reservations.
Before I could continue with my train of thought, Klaus looked up at me and abruptly questioned, "Where are you from?" My brows went up. Out of all the things he could've said, that was on my list of least expected.
But I wasn't expecting any of the other things that'd happened in my life since I returned to New Orleans, either.
My first instinct was to respond, why do you ask? but that felt defensive and that was the last thing I wanted to come off as to my father. I told him what I told most people who asked. "A little bit of everywhere, I suppose." I shrugged for effect. "I was travelling at a young age due to conflicts around my family, so I was all over Europe as a child."
The suspicion Klaus so eagerly showed me the other night was tucked away. Instead, he only hummed again, but clearly he didn't believe me; otherwise, he would've left it alone, but I could never be so lucky.
"And how old are you? If you don't mind my asking," he added, as if he cared about whether not I minded.
I didn't hesitate. "About five hundred years old, give or take."
He hummed in response, adding to my irritation, but I was much better at hiding what I was thinking than he was. Not that he was trying. "Well, I suppose I should've assumed so since the Bennett witches had fled to America around that time period." He stared me dead in the eye, a smug smile on his face but a much more serious look in his eyes.
He was pretty close to me, close enough that I could see his eyes—and I mean really see them. They were blue with twinges of green and brown that I hadn't seen from far away before. And even though almost nothing scared the crap out of me more than the fact that his eyes looked like mine, I stared right back like I had no fears at all.
"Yeah, that's true," I agreed, but I didn't offer anything further. The only other things I could've added to this conversation to convince him I wasn't lying were facts from my personal life and that was information I wouldn't soon give up.
I didn't know how well Klaus knew my mother before they conceived me, if he knew her best friend's name or even her own, for that matter. So there were some details I just had to keep to myself; revealing certain things may have had the ability to help me, but they could also hurt me just as easily.
That was a risk I wasn't going to take.
Klaus just kept staring at me, and I almost thought he'd never look away until the door opened. We both turned to see Davina in the doorway, keys in her hand.
Her mouth fell open slightly, eyes darting between me and the Original in our living room. Said Original broke the silence. "Ah, if it isn't the little witch."
I watched Davina swallow but still manage to glare at him. "Klaus."
Klaus held his hands up in surrender, that same "friendly" smile on his face that was anything but. "Relax, love. I come in peace." He then looked back over at me. "I was just leaving." With that, he walked toward the door. Back still turned to me, he uttered a thank you for what I gave him and wished us a wonderful night, patting Davina on the shoulder on his way out.
The teenager barely waited until Klaus was out the door to close it, looking over at me with incredulous eyes. Just as her mouth was about to open, I brought my finger to my lips, silently shushing her and pointing to my ear.
She got the message, exasperatedly sighing and running a hand through her hair while I used my hearing to listen to Klaus walk away. Once I could no longer hear his footsteps, I let my finger fall. Davina instantly let her questions loose.
"What the hell was he doing here? Why'd you let him in- no, how did he get in? What was that stuff he walked out with and why did that book look like a grimoire? Oh my God, does he know that you're a-"
I cut her off, "Davina. Slow down and I'll explain." At my interruption she paused, taking a breath. I couldn't help but be amused at her worry, even though the Devil himself had just been standing in my living room.
Once she was calm, I elaborated, summarizing the deal I'd made with Elijah and then the deal we'd just made with the witches. Although I trusted Davina, I gave her the same story I gave Klaus when it came to the grimoire. There were some things just better kept secret and, for now, Amelia Bennett and my family fell under that category.
After I'd explained everything, Davina nodded to herself, soaking it all in, muttering under her breath, "That must've been what everyone was talking about today, a deal with the Mikaelsons." She pursed her lips. "Yeah, I heard Genevieve and some others whispering something about a Bennett witch, so it must've been that."
I nodded. "Yeah, and as for Klaus being here, I let him in myself. Don't worry; the protections are fine." She finally seemed to calm down after that.
"Okay, I guess I'll just go do my homework now or something. See you, Y/N/N." I ruffled her hair as she walked past me, getting a faux angry pout that didn't last long before a smile started to form on her lips. Like her happiness was contagious, the corners of my lips upturned, too.
It was good to see her happy, busying herself with things like homework. That's what teens should be doing, not hiding away in attics, isolated from humanity. Death shouldn't have even crossed her mind but I knew that, living in the world we lived in, that wasn't an option.
In spite of that, I would do my best to preserve her childhood for as long as I could. There was no one there to do that for me, and I'd be damned if I would just stand by and watch as hers was stolen from her.
Davina meant too much to me to allow that to happen, but even so, there were still things about me that she didn't know. There were things about me that no one knew, no matter how close to me they'd gotten.
No one knew I was Klaus' daughter, no one but Amelia, my mother, and the person who killed her.
At that thought, my mood became sour, but instead of drowning in my own self-pity, I blocked the thoughts completely. I couldn't afford to be in New Orleans with Klaus Mikaelson watching my every move and to also think about that part of my past.
So I pulled out my phone and dialled until Cellie's voice filled my ear, "Hey, what's up?"
"Hey, let's go out. We can hit up that new club downtown. And call Cami up, too; we can all go and just have fun."
"Not that I oppose this in anyway, but what brought up this spontaneousness?"
"Nothing," I lied. "I just want to have a night-out on the town. C'mon, Marcel; don't be boring."
He gave in, "Alright, alright, fine. I'll call Cami."
I grinned. "Great; meet at my place." Before he could say anything else, I hung up on him. This was just the sort of thing I needed, to go out like everything was normal.
I rushed to go get ready, pushing all thoughts of Klaus and my past to the back of my mind. For one night, just one, I wanted to feel like myself again.
Ever since I got back to New Orleans, I've felt like this shell of myself. Around the Originals, I felt like little-kid-me. All of these memories and thoughts that I've worked to repress have just been resurfacing, and so, for one night, I just want to feel like myself again. That'll help me get it all together.
I was gonna go out tonight, not as a Mikaelson, but as a Y/L/N.
And after that, I was gonna bury Y/N Mikaelson for good.
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The Other Side Of The Door (Ganyu/Reader NSFW)
Characters: Ganyu x F!Reader.
Warnings: NSFW !! This is for 18+ years old users. If you're a minor, please refrain from interacting. This content isn't for you.
Notes: Hi !! Thank you for being here <3 I just posted this work on ao3 and I wanted to share it with you all :) Feel free to check it out in (this link!) if you happen to be interested! It’s nsfw with Ganyu in a very wholesome, comforting but very explicit way.
If you don’t fancy ao3 or you simply like Tumblr better, you can read the fic under the cut. But be aware it’s 10k words! Enjoy :)
It started off so silly.
Ganyu had accidentally scraped her knee during work. She was carrying a box when she tripped and fell. She argued it was no big deal, but you immediately had her sit down in her office. You kneeled in front of her, your fingers carefully ghosting her skin, cleaning the wound, pouring warmth. You looked up from your position between her slightly parted legs and drew a smile.
Butterflies.
Something quietly bloomed in Ganyu’s lower belly and spread through her veins like wildfire, making her head all tingly from just that.
She had kept working all the same after that, as if that moment never happened, but something shifted in her chest, taking root between her ribs.
You had been dating for a couple of months now. To Ganyu’s request, you’ve barely done anything more than a few stolen kisses and the occasional more heated sessions, but it has never gone past that. And you were okay with taking things slow, as long as Ganyu was content with it.
And she was, really.
Until that incident happened.
From that moment on, Ganyu hasn’t been able to forget how she felt— Your hands gently holding her legs, the look in your eyes from beneath her, your innocent smile and the way her whole body trembled at that.
Now, when you kiss her, she wants more.
When you embrace her, she wants more.
When you hold her close at night, she wants more.
The realization knocks the breath from her lungs. She wants you. Selfishly. She wants to kiss you and run her fingers through your hair. She has denied herself the pleasures of courtship for thousands of years now. But she can’t possibly say that to you now, can she? Not when she was the one who asked to take things slow. Ganyu wonders if that makes her a bad person.
She spends the next couple of days fidgeting, running around the idea in her head in circles, unsure on how to bring up the subject with you.
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She’s walking down the Harbor, on her way to fill some paperwork with some of the vendors when she finds Beidou.
“Captain!” Ganyu greets her. “It’s so good to see you here. I take it the Crux is taking some time off today?”
“Hahah, wouldn’t my crewmen like that!” Beidou lets out a strong laugh. “No, we’re just getting a bunch of wares and merchandise to transport to Inazuma. Now that the borders are opening again, there’s a high demand for pretty much everything. You know how it is.”
Ganyu nods. “Yes, I suppose.”
“So, what’s going on with you?” Beidou says. “Still on cloud nine with your girlfriend, I assume? Archons, I haven’t seen her in ages. I should pay a visit to her soon. Assuming she’s not too caught up with commissions to receive an old friend, haha.”
“Ah, yes!” Ganyu plays with the hem of her dress. “We’re… Um… Good as always.”
“Uh-oh. Problems in paradise, kid?”
“No, no. Everything is okay, actually. She is perfect. It’s just that…” Ganyu’s face grows red. “No, never mind. It’s nothing.”
“Spit it out. There’s no need to be walking on eggshells with me, is it?” Beidou says. “I got a bit of free time ‘til I’m needed again at the Alcor, so come on. You know I’ve got your back.”
“I appreciate your concern, Captain. Truly, I do. It’s just—” Ganyu fidgets, her ears growing pink. “I don’t know how—”
Beidou draws a big grin on her face, nodding.
“You know, I tend to be a good judge of character. When you've learned to read the open ocean, reading people is a cinch.” Her chest seems to inflate with pride as she says so. “And my nose tells me you haven’t done the deed.”
Ganyu opens her eyes comically wide at that.
“What—?”
“You know.” She insists. “Screwing. Doing the business. Rolling in the hay. The good old rumpy pumpy—”
“Captain!” Ganyu says, cheeks set aflame. “Please, stop!”
“What? I’m just saying it like it is. Look at you, you’re fumbling over words like a lovestruck teenager. It’s written all over your face.” Beidou lets out a strong laugh. “I’m just saying, you two need to bone.”
Huh?
Bone?!
“But—” Ganyu says, voice small. “I have no idea how to approach the subject. To tell her I would like to… be intimate with her. It was me who asked to take things slow when we first started. How would I even start the conversation?”
“Listen, kid. She chose you as her partner, as her comrade on the land. I’m certain it gives her great pride to know you’re by her side, no matter the situation.” Beidou places a heavy hand on Ganyu’s shoulder. “Heck, I’ve seen you then and I see you now, and it’s like you’re two different people! She’s done you good, loving you. There’s no way she doesn’t want this as bad as you do. Just… give it another thought, yeah?”
“Alright.” Ganyu sighs, heart trembling. “Thank you, Captain.”
“Have fun.” Beidou winks at Ganyu right before leaving, leaving her flustered at the docks.
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The moon is high in the sky when you make it to Ganyu’s house, carefully tossing the keys on the table at the entrance hall and leaving your shoes neatly behind. She had texted you earlier in the day, an invitation to have dinner with her.
She had given you a spare key to her apartment in case of an emergency, but you have been using it to visit her occasionally or to water her plants when she informed you she’d stay over at the Jade Chamber for work. So you make your way inside her house easily and head to the kitchen.
You find Ganyu already wearing her nightgown, a wooden spoon in her hand, her icy blue hair tied back in a low bun. Her eyes instantly light up when she sees you.
“This smells amazing.” You walk up to her, watch her smiling gently as you brush a strand of icy blue hair from her face. You can’t resist the urge to kiss her brow gently, and she hums with quiet happiness at the gesture. “Hi, my love.”
“I hope you’re hungry.” Ganyu smiles, pointing with the wooden spoon at the food she’s been preparing. “I’ve just discovered that measuring food for two is harder than it seems to be.”
You stretch your arms above your head, the tiredness of the day climbing up your back. “What are we celebrating?”
“Nothing, really. We have both been busy this past week, and… Um.” She looks down, almost bashful in her demeanor. “I wanted to spend time with you, that's all.”
“Then we are celebrating something.” Ganyu watches you lean to her, easily wrapping your arms around her waist.
“Oh. We are?” She looks at you with her big doe eyes.
“Yes. We’re celebrating our love.” You press a kiss on the edge of her lips. “Isn’t that a good enough reason?”
“I like the sound of that.” Ganyu turns to press a kiss to your mouth instead, and you can feel her smiling against your lips.
She is so warm and soft as you kiss her back. You are slow, thorough, pulling little gasps from Ganyu with each brush of your lips. Ganyu pulls you close and holds you as if she will never let you go.
The kiss deepens. Ganyu presses her body slightly closer to yours, the food on the counter long forgotten. Your hands are on her hips, and her arms travel to find their way around your neck. She pulls you closer still, her lips pressed to yours so achingly sweet, and your body moves on instinct, lifting Ganyu up by the waist and sitting her on the kitchen counter.
Ganyu gasps at the sudden movement, and you take the opportunity to deepen the kiss further. Your chest is set aflame by her taste alone. Ganyu lets your hands travel up her body, from her hips to her waist and upwards, and she wraps her legs around your middle, pulling you even closer still.
She places a hand over the counter to regain balance, accidentally dropping a knife to the floor. Instantly, you part from the kiss and stare at each other. Your chests are heaving like you’ve run a marathon. You can feel the beating of your heart behind your ears, in your fingertips and every inch of your skin.
“Please, forgive me.” Ganyu immediately says, her lilac eyes wearing a mirror of apologies. “I don’t know what came over me.”
“No, it’s okay. I went a bit too ahead of myself there as well.” You say, still feeling lightheaded. “I’ll go set the table.”
Ganyu is grateful for the distraction. “Ah. Yes. I’ll bring the dishes in a moment.”
You eat together and the embarrassment of the moment quickly dies down, replaced instead with a lighthearted and fun conversation.
“So you’re telling me that you’ve been working with the Yuheng— That you’ve been friends with the Yuheng for over seven years, and you’ve never been to her house?” You ask while you finish cleaning the plates. “Not even once?”
“I told you, Keqing is very reserved with her personal life. I would hate to impose myself on her out of shameless curiosity.”
“I can understand that. But she’s been to your place, right? What if she’s hiding something in her house that she doesn’t want anyone to see?”
“Don’t make such assumptions. Keqing is an efficient member of the Qixing and a dear friend.” Ganyu reprimands you with a small frown on her pretty features. “I believe she’s just a bit shy. I have accompanied her shopping on numerous occasions, and she’s always reluctant to be seen with the merch of Rex Lapis that she so happily purchases.”
“So you’re telling me that the Yuheng’s house is full of Geo Archon paraphernalia?” You draw an easy smile.
“Don’t mock her.” Ganyu insists. “There’s nothing wrong with admiring Rex Lapis’ work ethics.”
“Alright, alright.” You cave, finding it hard to go against her pretty lilac eyes. “Besides the point, but I do think it’s kind of you to accompany her shopping when it’s not your favorite thing to do.” You lean to her, whispering to her lips. “You’re very sweet, my love.”
Ganyu’s cheeks bloom with pink colors at your sudden proximity. But, when you lean further to her, she doesn’t step back. She lets you press a kiss to her lips, and she eagerly reciprocates. She feels her own lips warm under yours, and her breathing steadies. You pull apart and you’re about to turn around when Ganyu grabs you by the collar.
She surprises even herself with the motion. There’s a second of hesitancy, your eyes searching hers with a question drawn all over your irises.
Still, Ganyu can’t resist kissing you again— one last time, she tells herself. But her hunger that’s been building up for the past several days pours into the kiss. Not a gentle, storybook kiss, but one hard enough to bruise. Rough and demanding, and she gives in to the heat of your mouth with a famished appetite that almost alarms you, and she’s reminded of how much she’s wanted you for the past couple of weeks. Her control is slipping, having you this close now. Which is definitely a problem.
Dangerous, she thinks. This is dangerous.
She has to stop.
Her nails dig into your shoulders, and you accidentally bite her bottom lip a little too hard. Ganyu gasps in your mouth, makes a little whimper that sends fireworks down to the base of your spine.
Archons and adeptus don’t make such noises. Only humans.
“Again. Do that again.” There is something in Ganyu’s voice, you swear— something not so innocent.
You gently pull apart, looking at her with a dazed, astounded expression. Her face is flushed down to her neck, but there’s something in her eyes. Something that you haven’t seen before. Something demanding and vibrant.
“Ganyu, you— I’ve noticed that you’re more eager today than usual.” You choose the words very carefully, considering how she hasn’t initiated this kind of heated kissing before. She did tell you she wanted to take things slow. “I just feel the need to address this before we go any further, so… Is there something you want to talk about?”
Ganyu watches your eyes study her expression, and the heat setting fire to her veins quickly diminishes. You’re waiting for an explanation. Of course you are, she did go a little too far with that kiss. Of course you’re confused. But how can she even begin to explain how she’s been feeling ever since she saw you kneeling down in front of her? That’s way too embarrassing, isn’t it?
Ganyu’s mind rushes with everything that Beidou said to her. How she feels about you, the way your voice sends shivers down her spine when you’re all too close to her. How the thought of you has kept her awake at night, had her gnawing on her lip as she mulled over all the things she wanted you to do to her. Her brain is jumping from one thought to another at dizzying speed. She parts her lips.
“We—” Ganyu closes her eyes tightly, her cheeks set aflame. “We need to bone!”
For a moment, you only stare at her, eyes wide.
Then, you smile, eyes dropping away as you burst into laughter.
“Can you say that again?” Ganyu is mortified when you take a step back, cracking up. “Say bone one more time?”
“Ah. I’m terribly embarrassed!” She hides her face in her hands. “Please, ignore what I said! Oh, why would I ever listen to her words?”
“I’m sorry. Ganyu, I’m sorry. See? I’m not laughing.” A silly smile is still hanging from your lips. “What’s all of this about, really? You know you can tell me anything.”
Ganyu takes a deep breath. She can do this.
Be honest about how she feels.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to do this. To be… intimate with me, I mean.” She speaks calmly and politely as always, though it is obvious to you from the way her hands tremble that she very much wants this. “Lately I’ve had— I’ve been feeling a certain way. Around you. About you. And I ran into Captain Beidou before, and she— Well, she suggested that I bring it up with you. That I asked you how you’d feel about the two of us doing— Um. It was me who asked to take things slow when we first started. I didn’t want to come off as a hypocrite for changing my mind, and so—”
You notice the way her hands tighten over the hem of her dress, her lilac eyes jumping from one tile of the floor to another, scattering her brain for the right words. You’re quick to ease her nervousness.
“Ganyu. It’s okay.” You shush her with a gentle finger to her lips, keeping her from descending into a spiral of embarrassment and self-consciousness.
She quiets down and stares at you, expectant. You lean across and press your lips to hers in a sweet kiss, slow and comforting. She sighs into your touch. You take pride in the way she visibly relaxes.
“I would love to bone with you.” You let your lips bloom with a sly smile.
Ganyu opens her eyes wide, pushing you off of her not too forcefully.
“Please, don’t tease me!” She hides her pretty face behind her hands, embarrassed.
You let out a laugh. Slowly, you take her hands off her face. You press a kiss to her knuckles very slowly, making sure she’s following you with her eyes.
“In all seriousness, I do want to. I would love to be intimate with you, my love.” You whisper. “Do you want to?”
“Well, I…” Ganyu almost feels all the insecure thoughts overwhelming her brain at the question. What if she’s not good enough, what if she embarrasses herself, what if you don’t like how she looks, what if— She stops herself short, focusing on your warmer hands holding hers with a familiarity that almost hurts, until all the other thoughts in her head disappear. She squeezes her eyes shut, but her voice comes out firm. “Yes, I do. I would like that.”
“Good.” You say as you dip down to kiss her. So easy, so simple. Like it should be. “Looks like we have another thing to celebrate tonight.”
Ganyu smiles against your lips, her hands grabbing the fabric of the back of your shirt as she clutches at you, so excited that you can feel her hands trembling. She’s so soft and gentle in your arms that you’re able to tilt her sideways, dip her gently as you press your mouth against hers. Both of your cheeks are flushed and warm, smushed together as you just can’t bring yourself to let her go, not just yet—
And from the way her hands hold onto you tightly and her bottom lip trembles, you know Ganyu feels the same.
When you pull apart, you reach out a hand for her to take, thumb stroking over the back of her palm tenderly.
“Come with me, my love. Let’s go somewhere more comfortable.”
You guide Ganyu to the bedroom. The door makes almost no sound when you close it behind the two of you.
When you turn to her and you press your hands to her body, Ganyu doesn’t pull away. You take a moment to wait, preparing yourself as much as you’re giving Ganyu time to stop you, if necessary. Then, you begin to undress her slowly, gently.
She’s soft, so soft— Her hair, her skin, her lips. Even her lilac eyes are soft as she turns her gaze upon you. Every part of her is so delicate that for a moment it feels more like you’re touching a sheath of fine silk rather than the woman in front of you. Her pretty cheeks have gone a shade of red you’ve learned to treasure.
Ganyu’s eyes are shimmering and bright as she follows the way you untie the straps of her dress, how you brush them past her shoulders, easing the gown down her torso, and watch as it slides all the rest of the way down, softly kissing the ground.
Her hands are laid underneath your shirt now, lifting your shirt over your head, so tender and gentle that you can barely understand how these are the hands of an elite warrior, an adeptus.
You help each other undress until all your clothes are in a pile on the floor, discarded.
For a good ten seconds, you forget how to breathe.
And for a moment, you only have eyes for the woman in front of you. Standing bare before you: naked and beautiful and yours. Not even the end of the world could’ve made you pull your eyes away from the sight of her. All her edges and curves of her bare body that you’d never seen before. Ganyu feels all too vulnerable under your adoring stare.
You take one step towards her. Lightly, you thump your forehead against hers so that she looks at you, and she doesn't shy away, even as her breath gets stuck in her chest.
Ganyu has wanted this, you, so much that it's kept her awake at night, had her gnawing on her lip as she mulled over all the things she wanted you to do to her; now she has you, drawing the gentlest of smiles, watching with eyes so warm she wants to hide away from them— but she can't find it in herself to do so. Still, she squirms a little under your stare, finding the silence a little uncomfortable.
She opens her mouth before she can process the words that will come out.
“Would you say I’m… pretty?” Ganyu regrets the words as soon as they leave her lips. Why did she even ask that? She feels the weight of your stare all too heavy upon her naked shoulders. Finds herself nervous to hear your answer. “Um. I was just wondering. You don’t— You don’t have to respond.”
“Ganyu.” You say softly. Your voice comes out strange, unusually heavy with emotion. “I think you are beautiful.”
“Beautiful?” She echoes.
“You are so beautiful,” You trace the shape of her cheek with your hand, keeping each touch slow and gentle. “It hurts sometimes.”
“I don’t want you hurting.” Ganyu protests, lips parted and so utterly kissable that you can barely resist them for much longer.
“Ah. That was a little dramatic of me, wasn’t it?” You laugh, and Ganyu almost melts for a moment when you lean down for a kiss. You mumble against her lips, “You make me feel all kinds of new emotions. Sometimes, I don’t know what to do with them.”
You trace her lips with your tongue until Ganyu parts to let you in. You take your time, drawing out gasps and little whimpers, letting Ganyu do the same to you. Ganyu is delightfully mussed when you trail down, kissing her jaw. Her throat. Her collarbone. Gently biting the skin that meets you there.
“Hah… Ah…” Ganyu softly breathes out as you draw silhouettes on her skin with your lips.
You trail upwards. Watch her pretty lilac eyes fluttering closed.
“Ganyu. Ganyu, my heart.”
You call her name softly, gently, using the tip of your finger to tip her chin back up to look at you, and before she can speak, your lips are back on hers. You take control of the kiss again, gently increasing the pressure until you feel her mouth give in against yours, your hands sneaking around her bare waist to pull her back towards you and into your waiting arms.
You sit on the bed, guiding Ganyu’s naked body to do the same.
She sits on your lap, her thighs on either side of your hips, her chest pressed to yours. Ganyu relishes in the feeling of skin against skin.
“You’re beautiful. All of you.” You say as you kiss her lips. “I love you, and I love your body.”
You trail down to her chest. Ganyu squeezes her eyes shut when you cup one of her breasts and squeeze gently, listening to the sharp intake of her breath.
Your touch is so gentle, so achingly comforting, that breaks through all of her defenses. But at the very core of her chest, her insecurities have rooted in Ganyu’s heart longer than you’ve been alive, and she knows she can’t just brush them off with a couple of months by your side.
Though Ganyu is trying to relish in the warmth of your touch against her naked skin, there's now that emptiness that drags her chest down to her knees, her mind wandering off to scary thoughts. To you being gentle with her out of pity. You forcing yourself to go through with this because she was selfish enough to ask. You disliking her body but disguising it behind that sweet smile of yours.
As if on cue, you say:
“Everything you hate about your body is what made me fall further in love with you.” You smile against the skin on her neck, eyes fluttering closed. “You have no idea how much I want you.”
If there was one thing you would never tire of, it was the face Ganyu made when she was flustered. It always makes you feel pleasantly warm.
“You don’t have to say that…” She whispers out, her breath hitching as your thumb brushes up against her chest. She hadn’t been expecting those words to come out of your lips, like gentle rain extinguishing the flames of her self-doubt.
“I do. I want to say that, because it’s true. I think you’re the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.”
You kiss her jaw as you lazily stroke the inside of her breast with your thumb. Ganyu gasps, her hands traveling to your head, burying her fingers in your hair to hold onto something. She pulls you closer, as if by instinct.
You trail down, your warm tongue drawing shapes on her throat while your hands massage her breasts gently; rolling the tip between your fingers, slow and teasing, pulling a shy moan from her lips.
“I’ll show you.” You mumble to her skin. Your tongue flattens against one of her breasts, the other one carefully grasped in your hand. “I’ll kiss you all over. When I’m done, you won’t have a doubt that you’re the most beautiful girl in the world.”
Your words make Ganyu feel like the luckiest person in the entirety of the universe. Your love for her doesn’t feel quite real to her yet. Her long-held romantic fantasies are being realized, and the sudden heat in her chest makes her breathing come out ragged. She has spent most of her life barely feeling anything, and now she is feeling everything all at once.
A woman in love, instead of an adeptus.
“Please.” She whispers, squirming over you.
Your heart catches at the sight of her, lilac eyes half-lidded and pleading, and you swear you’d steal the moon from its home in the sky for her if she asked you with this expression. So you do the next best thing, descending to suck the peak of her breast between your lips. Your warm tongue flicks against it before you wrap your lips around it. You start sucking on it gently.
“Ah… Nnh…” Ganyu whimpers, her fingers winding in your hair. The warmth down her stomach becomes a molten heat, and you suck hard as she writhes above you.
You can hear her moaning softly each time your warm lips graze over the most sensitive parts of her breasts, her fingers tightening their grip onto your hair. Ganyu arcs her back a bit, pressing her breasts against your mouth further, a silent request to give her more.
She rolls her bottom lip between her teeth, biting back the whines that threaten to fall out of her mouth. Her cheeks bloom with crimson colors when you keep on sucking on her nipple in torturously slow motions, the other one being fondled between your thumb and index finger, kneading it, eliciting the prettiest sounds to escape her lips.
Ganyu attempts to squeeze her thighs together, the pent-up frustration pressing against her lower belly; but being seated on your lap, her legs on either side of your naked waist, her frustration only keeps growing.
“Hah… Please—” She whispers your name once, twice, her voice’s troubled and needy. The shape of your name falling out of her lips makes fireworks explode inside your ribcage.
You reach up to her, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips while your other hand keeps stroking her breast.
“Tell me where you want me to touch you.”
Slowly, you watch as Ganyu’s hand travels down her body, below her navel. She keeps her lilac eyes on you as her hand gets lost between her legs.
“I want you… here…” You can hear the furious blush in her voice, desperate for you to ease the tension building inside her. “Please.”
You drag your hands to her sides, stroking her skin as you slowly, painfully slowly, trail down her stomach. Ganyu sucks in a breath, nails digging into your arms.
“Will you turn around for me?” You smile, lips pressed to the angle of her jaw.
“Um. Alright.” Ganyu obediently turns around to your command.
She is sitting so indecently on your thighs, back pressed tight to the front of your naked chest. Your other hand shifts downward, moving from its previous place on her waist down to her hip. It makes her shiver in excitement.
“You’re so good for me.” You kiss the back of her neck, your voice full of that sweet affection that makes Ganyu’s bones tremble.
Your hands almost feel like silk climbing up to the skin of her thighs, and Ganyu feels the raging ocean pooling on her lower belly. She attempts to squeeze her legs together again, whispering your name once, a plea, but you keep them open.
You drag the pad of your finger lightly from her belly button and trail downwards, fingers ghosting over her sensitive skin.
“Ah—” A whimper escapes her lips when you trace her pussy lips with your fingers. It feels like a betrayal that you’re touching her so gently. She buckles her hips once, chasing your touch, but you easily keep them in place.
“There’s no need to rush, my love.” You kiss the side of her neck, relishing in her warm skin. “We have all the time in the world.”
She’s easily wet from your touch alone, and that fills you with a sense of pride.
“I know… Hah…” The prettiest moans roll out of her lips as you trail your fingers inside her folds very slowly. “It’s just— It’s been so long…”
Ganyu feels her body temperature high, legs trembling as she feels your fingers rubbing her most sensitive parts in gentle, easy motions. Her hips start grinding on their own, seeking more of your intoxicating touch.
“Ah— Hah… Please— ” Ganyu pants when the tip of your finger catches along her entrance, the weight of it, the promise of it making her hips twitch forward. “Please. I want you now.”
You smile, never once speeding up the pace of your fingers. When the tip of your finger brushes against her entrance, fireworks explode inside of her in places she didn’t know were possible, her skin set ablaze. She wants you. She wants you now.
Slowly, you press your fingertip inside Ganyu, answering her pleas. She rolls her head back, the prettiest whine leaving her lips as she closes her eyes tightly, a high-pitched sound muffled in her throat that makes the both of you blush.
You’re working her so steady, so good that her head feels dizzy with pleasure. Ganyu starts rolling her hips to meet your movements, your fingers buried further inside her and she tightens her grip on your thigh.
“Hah… Bite me. Please.” She breathes out, intoxicated by your touch.
“If you insist.” You smile, your teeth sinking into her neck, not hard enough to hurt, but definitely hard enough to bruise.
You thrust your fingers further inside of her. Your thumb moves up to press at her clit, easily sliding and rubbing it.
“Mhm—!” Ganyu sucks in a breath, her hands reaching down your thighs for support. You feel her legs trembling at the contact, and you use your free hand to hold them open still.
You want to love her until she breaks, to drown in her until there is nothing left of herself but the thought of you. You want to tell her, I love the way you look with my fingers inside you.
Suddenly, Ganyu wraps her fingers around your wrist.
She prompts you to stop.
“Wait. This doesn’t feel right.” Ganyu says, desperation dripping from her voice. “Not if I can’t see you.”
She feels lost without your eyes to follow, suddenly shamelessly needy. She turns her head to you, locks of icy blue hair falling down her pale shoulders.
“That’s okay, we can change the position.” You press your lips to the tip of her nose, your hand resting on her thigh now. “Anything else you want, my love?”
You watch her get down off your thighs, sitting by your side on the mattress now.
“A kiss?” Ganyu says, almost shy in her request, her eyelashes kissing her cheeks in a way that has your heart pumping faster.
You laugh only, bringing your free hand up to tilt her chin further. The movement brings your face centimeters away from Ganyu’s, which gives you a very intimate view of her next flush of embarrassment.
“Open your mouth for me.” You command, leaning down to press your mouth against hers in an open and wet kiss.
You slide your mouth gently over hers, taking the time to learn the outline of her mouth. Ganyu gasps and lets you in. You push down the fierce emotion that threatens to spiral from inside you. You don’t have to rush this. You both have dreamed of this for too long now. You can afford to take your time.
You push gently on her shoulders and, in the next moment, Ganyu finds herself softly landing on the bed, you hovering above her. You trail down to her neck, your lips brushing against her throat. It is almost painfully chaste.
“I love it when you kiss my neck.” Ganyu confesses. Her face and ears burn.
“I love kissing your neck. And kissing you here,” you press your lips to her collarbone. “And here,” to her pulse point. “And here,” right under her ear. “I want to kiss you everywhere, savor every centimeter of your skin.”
You slide your hands on her sides down to her waist and let her wrap her arms around your neck, pressing your naked skin to hers.
“Hold me closer. Please.” She holds you tightly, the blissful joy dancing in her chest growing dangerous. Because this is too good to be true, and there is the lingering fear you will slip away if she lets go. She wants to say more, but words fail her, and she can only hope that you understand her feelings like you always do as she holds you close. “I love you. So much.”
You’re quiet in her arms for a moment, your own arms tight around her. You feel the warmth of her frame against yours, and you run your fingers across her ribs. You keep her in your embrace in a way that says, I will never get tired of holding you. I’m not going anywhere.
“I love you too.” You squeeze her, her head resting against your shoulder. “More than I thought was possible. More than I ever loved anybody.”
Ganyu stays there with you for a moment longer, relishing in the comfort of your touch, the blissful feeling of your skin against hers. She starts lazily grinding on you, pressing soft kisses to your shoulders. You’re fast to take notice.
You experiment now, pushing your leg up between her legs as you push down with your hand on her hip, guiding her down. Ganyu’s body almost jumps, her breath stuttering. When you do it once more, keeping the friction steady and constant, Ganyu makes a faint, strained sound into your mouth as you kiss her again. Her arms wind around your shoulders, and you feel her fingers trembling as they cling to the skin of your back.
You fall into a rhythm. Your leg moves back and forth, up and down, and you notice Ganyu’s hips moving with each shift of your leg; jerky at first, and then steadier as the rhythm builds, rocking in tandem with your movements. You pull back slightly to look at Ganyu properly. Her expression has shifted from embarrassment into something else you haven’t seen before, her brow knit and lips parted, her cheeks flushed and her gaze unfocused. She pulls close to you again, her arms tightening around the back of your neck and her head nestled against your shoulder as she lets out a low, shuddery groan into your ear.
“If you keep doing that, I won’t be able to hold back.” You whisper to her skin. You watch as Ganyu parts from your embrace, enough for you to look at her conflicted stare. Like there’s something she wants to say, sitting behind the lilac of her eyes. “What do you want me to do? I’ll do anything you ask me to.”
Ganyu musters all the courage in her body, or maybe it’s the pent-up frustration speaking.
“Your tongue— I want you to use your tongue.” Heat spreads across Ganyu’s cheeks at her own words. “Is… Um. Is that alright?”
You smile, lips pressed to the angle of her jaw. “Your wish is my command.”
She gets off of you and lays in bed instead, your body hovering above her. You start kissing her body from her collarbone down to her thighs. Ganyu squirms under your adoring gaze every time you press your tender lips to her skin, never taking her eyes from you.
You position yourself between her legs, kissing the inside of her thigh for a moment longer than needed. Ganyu visibly swallows, watching your every move with big, doe eyes. You take it as a sign to continue further.
You reach down to her pussy, spreading her open with your thumbs, and you spend a second adoring her pink folds and how soaked she is. All because of you. You fan your breath over her pussy, and Ganyu trembles at the sudden warmth.
“Please.” She whimpers, closing her eyes tightly. “Please, please.”
Right before diving in, you stop. “Ganyu?”
You watch her naked chest rise and fall. “Yes?”
“Can I ask something of you?”
You almost chuckle to yourself. The sight of her too eager to properly process the question as she easily nods her head is just so cute to you.
“Yes, of course.” She says, bashful.
“Can you sit on my face, please?” You draw an innocent smile. “Would you be comfortable with that?”
Ganyu wants to say, I’ll let you do anything if you just touch me now. Instead, she sits up on the bed, a red flag sitting at the back of her head.
“Are you… Um. Are you sure you want to do that?”
Ganyu attempts to swallow down her nervousness in front of you, but to no avail. It is obvious by that look on her face she is unsure and needs your guidance.
The insecurities rooted all across her ribs tighten their hold on her, constructing her lungs for a second. She thinks of her weight. She thinks of being too much for you. She thinks of the utter embarrassment of being seen in such an open, vulnerable position. She thinks of her weight, again, thoughts spiraling.
“I would love that, but we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” You reassure her. “We can always just do something else instead, if that’s what you’d prefer.”
“No. No, I… want it.” Ganyu says, gives herself to quiet desire. “It’s just—“ She glances down at her hands fidgeting over her lap. At her thighs. Don’t they look a little too big? “I’ve never done this before. Are you sure I don’t weigh too much? I don’t want to hurt you.”
It's rooted within herself; embarrassment, timidity, something that tells her she doesn’t have the confidence to do this.
“You won’t hurt me, my love.” Your voice is barely audible over the softness that always seems to blanket every inch of your words towards her. “I promise.”
Ganyu looks up at you, taking in your expression. You’re softly looking down at her, smiling, the shape of your lips glowing like a candlelight— open and vulnerable, everything Ganyu tries to prevent from being. You always look at her with such gentle eyes, like it’s that easy. Like it always should be. Like she could be, if she learns to give in to you, to trust you.
“Come here.”
You bring both hands to her waist, guiding her with a gentle but unrelenting tug. Ganyu is helpless to follow the motion, shifting higher and higher up your chest until she’s forced to straddle your head.
Your face is framed between her thighs now, coupled with the fiery determination in your eyes.
Ganyu can't help but whine softly one more time, “Are you sure…?”
She feels so ashamed up top, the way your eyes are taking in her body from beneath her. But despite the embarrassment sitting on her veins, her skin is already itching for your touch. Selfishly so.
You notice her hesitation still.
“Hm, how about this?” You begin. You take hold of her hips and wrap your fingers around them. “I’ll tap your leg three times if I’m overwhelmed and need a break. Does that sound alright?”
“Alright.”
“Eyes down here.” You call to her when Ganyu’s eyes drift away in embarrassment, your warm breath fanning her most sensitive place.
“Ah. Yes, that sounds alright.” She looks down at your place between her legs, her cheeks set ablaze. “But… Um. Please, don’t stare so intensely. It’s… A bit embarrassing, truthfully.”
“Is that not okay?” You say, and with her pussy hovering over your mouth the way it is, she can feel the heat of your words. “I’m just enjoying the view.”
“Ah. Don’t play with me like that.” Ganyu says, voice low and shy. You can see she’s fighting the urge to close her legs again in embarrassment. Too bad she can’t do that with you settled in between them.
“I mean it. I love everything about you.” You’re ghosting your nose and lips up her folds, hovering just above her slick surface, heavy little hot breaths hitting her heat as you smile up at her before placing an open-mouthed kiss on her clit. “You’re perfect.”
Ganyu sucks in a breath, covering her mouth with her hand, her palm muffling a soft whimper at your sudden touch.
Ganyu’s thighs are soft as you hold onto them, making sure she doesn't lift herself up. You guide her down to your face as you lift yourself enough to reach her folds again. You waste no time attaching your mouth to her, your skin shivering when you drag your flattened tongue across her slit.
“Oh, fuck—”
It slips, because she was not ready for you.
One slow, long lick up— She tried her hardest just to not melt from that alone.
You chuckle. “What? Does that feel good?”
“Stop teasing me so much, please…” Ganyu's face blooms with crimson colors. Her skin is on fire, waiting for your touch.
“I’m sorry. You’re so lovely, I can’t help but tease you.” You smile between her legs. “But tell me how it feels, okay? Let me know if it hurts.”
Ganyu throws her head back when your tongue brushes her folds again, feeling your overwhelming touch exploring her most sensitive place.
“Ah, no. You’re so warm.” More than warm. You feel hot, and whatever stuttering that was in Ganyu’s chest has thundered down to her stomach too. Her throat feels dry and her mind feels clouded as you trail your tongue up her folds again, barely grazing her clit. “It feels good.”
God, you are so slow.
Slow, yet so skillfully good at the same time. Your tongue caresses her down there, and though Ganyu absolutely refuses to look down, she can tell you are smiling.
You continue your ministration, your warm tongue exploring her folds carefully and very, very slowly. You can feel her sensitive skin heated against your mouth, her taste dripping over your chin and you feel lightheaded. You want more of her, of her taste, of her pretty voice whimpering your name.
Her thighs are spread so sinfully. All you hear are the erotic sounds of your tongue licking through her folds. Drawing shapes on the skin of her thigh with your thumb, you trail a little downwards. Slowly, you press your tongue inside Ganyu’s entrance.
“Hah—” Ganyu sucks in a breath, her hands gripping the headboard of the bed tightly for support.
You feel her thighs trembling at the contact, and you take it as a sign to drag your tongue further inside her. Ganyu’s walls tighten around your tongue when you push it in and out of her in a slow, gentle motion.
“Harder.” She lets out the prettiest whine, her hips twitch upwards just a little. “Just a little harder. Please.”
You take her hips in your hands, softly rubbing your thumb across the bone, eyes fluttering closed as you get lost in loving her. Answering her request, you speed up your movements. Your teasing grows a little less slow, a little faster.
“Like this?” You hum in reply, not taking your lips off her. The vibrations of your voice send shivers in her most sensitive places.
“ Ah… Hah… That—“ Ganyu whines, her throat dry and her mind clouded by pleasure. When you curl your tongue through her folds, she bites down her bottom lip, preventing her moans from rolling out of her mouth. “Nhn… That feels good.”
You part for just a moment, mumbling against her, “You can be louder, my heart.” You place a wet kiss on her clit. “Let me hear you, please.”
Ganyu nods, chest beating rapidly and a furious blush blooming under her cheeks. You brush your lips over her folds again, sucking gently at her sensitive skin as you lick all of her wetness, drawing silhouettes on her core with your warm tongue.
“Please, don’t stop.” Ganyu moanes into the air this time, and she swears she can feel the way you smile against her sensitive skin.
You want to tell her, You sound even prettier than I imagined you would.
You find your way to her entrance again, and Ganyu feels you everywhere— the warmth of your hands holding her thighs in place; the gentle thrusting of your tongue inside her, curling in the sweetest spots between her walls, making her feel every inch of her skin set ablaze as your hums vibrate through her core.
Ganyu’s breathing is irregular. She hopes you can’t hear how much she wants to gasp for air, though you certainly can. She tightens on instinct, one hand fumbling down before finding its way to your head, gripping your hair hard as she screws her eyes shut. Her heart is beating hard enough for you to taste it.
"Oh, dear—“ Ganyu falls into the pleasure, so much that she begins grinding on your mouth, rendered blissfully ignorant to her prior worries. With her bottom lip carelessly bitten down, something fiercer takes the reins. “Keep going… Ah… Please— Please, don’t stop—”
You almost feel dizzy as you hear Ganyu whimper your name under her breath, slurring the words together in her hazed stupor as she slowly rocks her hips into your mouth.
“You feel so good.” Your mouth is so warm. It’s hot, even. And every time she bucks her hips, grinding down against your tongue, your grip on her tightens, keeping her closer and closer. Ganyu whines, and she feels like she could cry.
This feels so good.
How long have we been here?
You look up at her. Your gaze darts from her soft lilac eyes, half-lidded and sprinkled with tears, to her slightly opened mouth. Drinking in the sight of her eyes clouded with pleasure, her kiss-swollen lips. Relishing in the fact that you get to see her like this— that you get to please her like this.
You speed up.
Her eyes roll back as you use your tongue to go deeper into her, faster, curling it to stroke against her sweet spot with a lustful gaze. But you don’t focus on her entrance alone, no.
“Fuck—” Ganyu chokes on her words, head tipping back when you angle your tongue just right over her clit.
It’s exhilarating, the burst of pleasure that tingles through Ganyu’s body from head to toe. Upon her lips released sputtering nonsense mixed with pleads and broken whispers of your name. It’s practically overwhelming. Her orgasm has been building for so long now she can hardly stand it.
“I can’t— Ah… Mhm…” Ganyu whines, tears dotting the corner of her eyes from the swelling desire building inside her. You practically drink in the sight of her, all writhing and messy on top of you.
Her other hand dives from the headboard straight down to grip the hair on your head, pushing you desperately closer to her and forcing you to go faster still. You curl your tongue through her folds and you can feel her taste dripping over your chin. Ganyu throws her head back, releasing a loud whine in pleasure. You are unrelenting, completely ravishing her in stark contrast to your teasingly slow pace from just moments ago.
You’re doing so well. You want to mumble to her warm skin. Just a little more.
“Please—“ She mumbles in ecstasy, panting between little whines. “Faster, please.”
Her hips roll against your mouth with no means of stopping, though you’d be lying if you said you really want her to. Just the thought of her chasing her orgasm with you is an addicting notion.
“Close—” Ganyu cries, arching her back, straining her body as she clambers desperately towards her peak. “Please. Please, I’m—”
You keep on rubbing her clit harder, the touch of your lips and tongue hotter; it felt good before, but now it feels like every movement is a touch of fire, burning her up. It’s positively overwhelming, and yet she doesn't want it to stop, grinding herself on your mouth desperately, seeking her release.
And then, you feel it.
It’s right there.
In the way that her body tenses, the muscles on her stomach flexing, the tension in her body snapping. The way her fingers scrabble at your hair between her legs, chasing it down with eyes closed tightly; The way she’s slouching forward, tears of pleasure rolling down her cheeks.
Then, everything is going white—
“Ah—!” Ganyu chokes on her words, on her throat, head tipping back as she reaches her high, her back arching and her hips shakily rolling further into your mouth.
You lap her up, moving your flattened tongue across her slit fast, faster, and she comes undone in your arms, vulnerable and greedy and trembling all at once as she’s coming down; indulging her with your affection and your warm touch even after she’s finished.
You drag those blissful seconds of after pleasure until you feel Ganyu’s entire body drained out, her muscles growing limp and exhausted in your hold.
“Adorable.” You smile after Ganyu relaxes, reaching upwards once again to place a sweet little kiss on her clit. Your eyes travel up to her breathless expression, her eyes looking down at you in a hazed bliss as you smile proudly between her legs.
You loosen your hold on her thighs, gently guiding her off you. She follows blindly, her eyes fluttering closed as her body lands on the bed.
As she lays in a stupor, Ganyu feels the weight of the bed shifting, and she chalks it up to you getting something to clean the mess she’s undoubtedly made of your face. She wants to look, but she’s worried she may die of embarrassment if she saw the obscene amount of slick she definitely felt.
Knowing this, you clean your chin with the edge of your sleeve, her taste still sitting on your tongue, before you lay by her side on the bed. You reach to caress her cheek with the back of your fingers.
“Let me see those eyes.” Ganyu turns to you, almost shy, locks of icy blue hair framing her perfect face. You smile. “There she is. Hi, my love. How was it?”
“It was— It was amazing.” She scoots closer, touching her nose to yours as her face burns, and you laugh. She can smell herself on your skin.
“You make such pretty sounds. Did you know that?” You chuckle when Ganyu hides her face in your neck, flushed.
“Please, stop. You embarrass me beyond comprehension.” She burrows her face into the crook of your neck, and you feel her breaths come low and hot against your collarbone. “I will never open my mouth again.”
“Not even for a kiss?” You hold Ganyu’s chin with your thumb and index finger, lifting her head up to you.
Ganyu takes a second to breathe, her lilac eyes searching your face, and then draws a shy smile for you.
“Well, I do want a kiss.”
You reach to press your lips against hers. The kiss she gives you lingers, wet and warm as she tastes herself on your tongue.
You pull apart and stare at her for a moment, stars dotting the edges of your eyes at her sight.
“Let me run the bath for us, my love.” You say, kissing the crown of her head, blue locks teasingly tickling your nose.
Ganyu wraps her fingers around your wrist delicately, stopping you in the motion.
“I’m a bit tired.” She says, turning her head upwards towards you. “Can’t I ask you to stay here with me instead?”
There’s a silence that stretches, enough that Ganyu thinks you’re not going to reply to her. Then, she watches you slowly leaning towards her, until your lips are hovering right above hers.
“My heart,” Your whisper, eyes half-lidded. Ganyu parts her lips, waiting for your touch on her. Instead, you mumble to her open mouth, “You stink.”
Ganyu gasps. Her eyes go comically wide and she puts her hand over her heart in disbelief.
“I do not!” She watches you laugh, making your way out of the bedroom. Ganyu insists. “I don’t! …Right? No, you’re just being mean.”
You’re still smiling when you come back. Ganyu looks away from you, slightly upset at your words. She knows it was a joke, but she finds it funny to play along with your shenanigans now and then.
You hold her face in your hands, delicately prompting her to look at you.
“You don’t stink. You always smell like qingxing flowers and morning dew.” You press your lips to her forehead. “But we both could use a bath now. Come with me?”
Ganyu takes your hand and lets you guide her to the bathroom. You let the warm water run, both of you inside the bath as you watch Ganyu reach for the shampoo.
“Hold up. Let me help.” You say. You grab it yourself and start slowly running it through Ganyu’s icy blue hair, lathering it over her scalp and massaging her head. You’re careful with her horns, of course. You know how sensitive they can be, so you make sure to wash them with the utmost care, affection pouring from your hands.
Ganyu feels so good, your gentle touch on her slippery skin, she flutters her eyes closed. She feels like she’s floating. Like she’s in a fluffy cloud and she’s being kissed by the sun.
You take the soap and start sudsing Ganyu up, using your body to spread it all over her: all her lines and her edges, her scars and her softer places. You rinse her clean, using your careful hands to splash her gently, careful with the soap around her lilac eyes, your thumbs carefully brushing the skin under her eyes. You run your fingers through Ganyu’s hair. The softness of it, how the blue locks easily slip between your fingers at the motion. You spend a good five minutes just rinsing her hair. Occasionally, you press your lips to her back, leaving a trail of impossibly gentle kisses along her shoulders, down to her chest. Like there’s no need for words. Not to convey the immense amount of emotions you keep tucked between your ribs, pouring out of you with every kiss and every gentle touch to her skin.
Ganyu feels this whole situation is surreal.
She feels incredibly loved right now. In a way she hasn’t before. She thinks about all the years she’s roamed this land, of the time she spent living among the humans. She has never, in all the years she’s lived in the mortal world, felt this overwhelming sense of love. She’s always felt like an outcast around others, and she’s not used to this feeling— To feeling so incredibly cherished right now, so happy that you’re being so gentle and making her feel like she’s the only beating heart in the entirety of the universe.
She feels overwhelmed, and you notice the way her lilac eyes grow glassy as the minutes go by.
“Hey, my love.” You say, tilting your head to the side. “Something on your mind?”
“Oh. Please, don’t trouble yourself. I was just deep in thought.” Ganyu answers. She’s sitting in the bathtub, her back pressed to your front, the warm water barely reaching her shoulders. She can feel your arms lazily wrapped around her waist, your right thumb drawing circles on her naked thigh.
“I would love to hear your thoughts, if you want to share them.” You insist, gentle in your demeanor.
Ganyu takes a moment to ponder the words she wants to say. She’s watching the bubbles drift away on the surface of the water.
“Back when I first met you, I remember thinking that there was something about you I wish I had. But now, I can see it wasn’t just something about you at all.” Ganyu turns to look at you from between your arms, her stare unbearably soft, her tone too gentle, too open and familiar. “It was you. All of you. I am absurdly in love with you.”
“Absurdly?” You echo. Ganyu’s body is soft as she presses to your front, the water in between tickling your skin. “What part of being in love is absurd to you?”
A soft chuckle gets caught in her throat, and you nearly forget to take your next breath.
“Because I never thought a feeling such as this could possibly be real.” She says slowly, like she’s telling you a secret. “But you’ve slipped under my skin, invaded my blood and seized my heart. I want this more than I ever wanted anything. I want everything with you.” And she feels it, the words resting in her lungs that desperately longed to touch the air. “I want you. I want this forever. If… If you’ll have me.”
You brush the wet blue hair out of her back. You place it over her right shoulder and expose the back of her neck, glistening with drops of water. Shifting closer to her, you bump your nose to her shoulder blade, pressing a kiss to the porcelain skin that meets you there. You can feel her always three steps ahead of your own heartbeat.
“I want forever with you, too. Because I’m also absurdly in love with you.” You wrap your arms around her middle a little bit closer, your chest blissfully tight with everything you feel for her. “I never loved you any more than I do now, right this second. And I’ll never love you any less than I do now, right this second. You are my life.”
“And you are my heart.” Ganyu finds your gaze, moonlight in her eyes, and she kisses you again with all the love she holds in her heart.
She isn't sure how long you stay like that. Just kissing, pausing for breath only to begin again. Ganyu is the one to finally pull away, her lips blooming in a beautiful smile meant for your eyes only. You stare back at her, the world going slower. Ganyu’s blue hair is wet, sticking to her temples, and her lips are slightly swollen. It is a sight you will treasure until the day you die.
You are beautiful, you think as she looks back at you. But it’s more than that. It’s always been something more. They say you carve your own life into all the things you want it to be, so you’ll spend your life pouring yourself into her palms and making a home for her in the circle of your arms. A place for her to belong to, as long as you’re alive.
You are everything, Ganyu thinks at the same time. You’re all that she had longed for, every good thing she’s chased for years in the wrong place. Your words of love are forever settled into her chest like they were forged from ancient stars for her ears only.
She feels you here, fingers intertwined together under the surface of the water, a prideful tribute to your lives bound forever. She’s staring into your eyes, swallowing her heart whole with a sense of belonging she never knew was there.
And you understand. You could spend a lifetime wrapped up in Ganyu’s kisses, her arms, her touch - your cheek pressed against her temple, your heart pouring out of your chest, and it’s closer than home.
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What I wish had happened, set between seasons 1&2, but after Flight of Icarus:
Nancy couldn't breathe. She was having another attack, the kind she's been having since it all went to shit. . .since Barb died. She hadn't told Steve about any of it, not really. Steve. . .she loved Steve. He was so sweet and kind, so patient with her. When she was with him, he made her feel less alone with her grief, but at the same time, when she looked at him, she thought about Barb dying. Does a part of her blame Steve? How could she? They didn't do anything wrong that night. Did they? She stormed into the bathroom without paying attention to her surroundings and locked herself into an empty stall.
"Fuck!" Nancy exclaimed.
"Okay. . .either I'm in the wrong bathroom, or you're in the wrong bathroom," a male voice said.
Nancy paused before opening the stall door and finally seeing the urinals. Of course. She closed the door and leaned her forehead against it.
"I'm in the wrong bathroom," Nancy said and laughed when she realized she could breathe again.
"It's alright, we've all have those days," the man replied.
"You've had days where you accidentally went into the wrong bathroom?" Nancy asked.
"A couple of times, yes, but it did not end well for me," he said.
"I'm sure it didn't," Nancy said, laughing.
"So, what ails you, my fellow man?" He asked.
"Um, I don't even know you," Nancy said.
"Exactly, you don't know me, which means you can tell me anything, and it's not like I can tell anyone because I don't even know who you are," he said. "Talking about it helps."
"So, you're just in it to help me out and not because you're a nosy shit?" Nancy asked.
"Can't it be both?" He asked.
"I don't blame you. I would have been curious too," Nancy said and sighed. "I want to make it work with my boyfriend, but there's this cloud hanging over us."
"What is it?" He asked.
"My best friend died the night that we had sex for the first time," she sighed. "And I just feel guilty."
"Holy shit, that's fucking heavy," he replied. "So, do you think that the sex was so powerful that it killed them?"
"What?! No," she sighed.
"Did you want to have sex with your boyfriend?" He asked.
"Yes! I had everything all planned out. I mean, not necessarily for that night, but I had a new bra, a new sweater. I even went on birth control. When I looked at him, I just knew I wanted him. Nothing else mattered. Not even her voice could get to me," Nancy said.
"Her voice? Your best friend?" He asked.
"Yeah. She was against me having sex with him from the very beginning. She told me that it wasn't me," Nancy replied.
"Well, did she know that you're a planner and that no matter what, you do what you want even if someone tells you not to?" He asked.
"Yeah," she replied.
"Was she the kind of friend who eventually came around if she saw how happy it made you?" He asked.
"Yeah, I think so," she replied.
"She wasn't the kind of friend who would just abandon you or walk away from you?" He asked.
"No, she wouldn't," she said.
"Then to me, I think, that she would have had no choice but to come around because you made the choice to sleep with him. It was your choice and not hers. As insensitive as this might be, she had no right to make you feel bad about wanting to sleep with him. . .unless he's not like a serial killer, is he?" He asked.
"No!" Nancy exclaimed.
"Good, good," he said.
"It's just that she wasn't the only one who said it," Nancy sighed. "Someone also told me that I was trying too hard to be someone else."
"Look, I'm going to tell you something that my uncle told me when I was trying to run away from everyone's expectations of me. 'You can't walk through life shaking yourself to pieces over how other people think you should be. They'll always try to fit you in some box - angel, devil. Hero, villain. Fuckup, saint. But we ain't meant for boxes, not 'til we're dead in the ground. You're the only person who knows who you are. So stop trying to fit yourself into one of their boxes and just let yourself be you.'," he said in a gruff voice.
"Your uncle sounds like a smart man," Nancy said.
"Yeah, I'll tell him you said that," he said. "It sounds to me like you have survivor's guilt."
"Survivor's guilt?"
"I've only read about it, but you survived. She didn't. You feel guilty about it. You enjoyed yourself, she didn't. Unless you want to lay with her in the ground, maybe the best thing that you can do for her is to live and do what makes you happy," he said. "Because no matter what you do, it's not going to change the fact that she died. So, does he make you happy?"
"Yes," Nancy said, saying it without any doubt.
"Then I suggest you stop running away from what makes you happy," he said in amusement. "Not that I'm telling what to do. You do whatever you want to."
"I get it," she laughed. "Thank you. . .okay, I have to call you something."
"Samwise," he grinned as he held a ring covered hand under the stall.
Nancy grinned at the pig ring on his hand. She liked that one.
"Well, then I guess you can call me Eowyn," she replied, shaking his hand.
"Gasp! She reads Lord of the Rings!" He asked. "I have to know you!"
"Oh no! You're the one who wanted to keep it anonymous. I have to go! Thanks again, Samwise!" Nancy giggled and hurried to leave the bathroom.
When the bell rang at the end of the day, she hurried to meet Steve by his car. Nancy skidded to a stop in the parking lot. Jonathan was walking towards his car, and she stared at his back for a moment before shaking her head. She looked over at Steve, who was leaning against his car. It was strange how the sun was shining down on him, like the world knew what her choice was. Yes, her choice had always been Steve. There were still so many things that they needed to talk about, but she was ready to face them now. . . With Steve. He glanced her way, and she smiled before running towards him. She threw herself into his arms and kissed him, throwing everything into the kiss. She pulled away with a gasp.
"I love you, Steve Harrington," she said.
"I love you, too, Nancy Wheeler," he said with a goofy grin. "What's this about?"
"It just hit me today that I really love you," she said. "I know I've been distant, but I'm hoping to clear all this up this evening. I really want to talk about it with you."
"You can talk to me about anything, Nancy," he said, softly.
"I know," she replied.
As she kissed him again, she knew without a doubt that this was the right choice. . .the right road to follow.
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28 days til' Christmas
hosting a winter ball with possessive!dio brando ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆
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You sat at your vanity putting your earrings on for the winter ball you were hosting with your husband Dio. He was a very wealthy man but he refused to tell you what his line of work was. On the contrary, you were a popular socialite and had a reputation to uphold. You begged Dio for this winter ball. He was hesitant on hosting it, but can never really say no to you. Besides you had to top whatever ball two-faced Cleo was throwing.
You finished your hair and makeup for the big night you had ahead of you. You were wearing a skin-tight, sleeveless red dress. It hugged and enhanced your curves perfectly. You had a delectable scandalous lit going up to your thigh. You paired the outfit with the most beautiful red-bottom Loubitons. "Hey handsome, care to help me with my zipper?" you asked Dio who was sitting on the chair in his office reading the newspaper.
"Of course darling," he muttered, not looking away from the paper until you sat on his lap. He zipped the dress up slowly basking in the scent of your warm and inviting vanilla-scented perfume. He gave your ass a swift smack causing you to stand up.
"Babe!" you giggled as you rolled your eyes playfully at him.
He groaned at the sight of the front of your dress, drinking in the pure sin and temptation dripping out the seams. "You look marvelous my dear," he started.
"Come, I want to give you something," he continued.
He led you to your shared room and took a long slim box out of his nightstand. "For you my love," he said as he opened the box revealing the most beautiful necklace. The chin was gold and it had the loveliest diamond centerpiece.
"Turn around darling," Dio said as he put the necklace on for you. You feel his breath against your neck. Being so close to him you could smell his cologne, it smelled dark like roses and red wine. When he was done he placed his hands around your waist and kissed your neck. His lips wandered over to your collarbone then just above your cleavage. You raked your fingers through his hair, almost allowing yourself to get lost in his advances.
"Dio the guests are arriving, we can't, not now," you moaned.
"I'll be quick, I promise," he groaned against her skin.
"It's never quick with you," you giggled. He chuckled and let you go.
"Let's go greet our guests, sweetheart," he let his hand linger on the small of your back, leading you down the stairs to the main foyer where the guests were all chatting. The two of you separated so you could both greet everyone. Dio wasn't too crazy about chatter, but he was conversing with people for you. Of course, he kept his eyes on you all night. How couldn't he? You made your dress look among and you were glowing as always.
Everything was going smoothly until Dio noticed a prominent pattern in the way some of the men in the room were looking at you. Their eyes kept wandering to your chest more than they did your beautiful face. They kept trying to touch you as much as they could and that's where Dio drew the line.
He immediately came to your side and pulled into his side by the. waist and greeted whoever these sleazy idiots were. Once he finally got them the fuck off, he took you to the bar. "My dear please give me the strength to not kill that putrid boy," Dio said, running a hand through his head.
"Oh Dio, is that what all that touchy touchy stuff was about?" placing a hand atop his.
"I just want those brats to have the fact that you are married to me so well cemented in their brains that they won't look at you wrong," he explained.
"Well, there is something else you could do," you suggested tapping on your plum lower lip.
Dio smirked immediately, understanding your implication. He immediately pulled you in looking into your eyes for a little while before putting his lips to work. Miguel kissed you like the whole world was watching. Those guys from earlier probably were watching the two of you.
The two of you were in our own world erupting into a fit of laughter after your little makeout session. "We're so unserious," you giggled as the two of you began to converse with people together. With you on his arm, Dio felt like the happiest man ever. Santa could put coal in his stockings and he wouldn't care because he has his darling wife by his side.
Dio spent the rest of the night basking in your beauty and spending the night laughing and joking around and letting loose with your friends. He never really enjoyed talking to others, but you were working on trying to get him to crack open his shell.The night ended with the two of you saying goodbye to the last of your guests before cuddling up and spending the night watching The Grinch Who Stole Christmas.
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Bend Til We Break - Chapter 5
Chapter (1) (2) (3) (4)
Smut
The next day all I can think about is what Hanna had to tell me last night. Was it about Quinn? It had to be. Why wouldn’t she tell me after I brought up Quinn? Should I even question it? What if it’s nothing? I shake the thoughts and go back to work.
After work as I walk to my car I finally convince myself to ask her. If it’s nothing, it’s nothing but at least I’ll know why she distanced herself from our friendship. I shoot her a quick text and she answers quickly before I get to me car.
Y/n: Hey! What did you want to tell me last night?
Hanna: Hey
Hanna: honestly, I made it sound worse than it seemed. Promise it is nothing! 💜
Y/n: call me, I don’t believe you
I texted her back before driving home. She finally called me while I was parking into my spot in my apartment's parking garage. I turn my car off once parked and answer the call. “Hey” I speak through the phone.
“Hi” Hanna says, “I promise you it really isn’t anything”
“Well you wouldn’t have said anything, please, is it about Quinn?”
“Not really, kinda. I was just going to say that- remember last summer when I was hooking up with Josh?” she says and I hum, “Well, I became closer with Quinn and it became hard to be friends with both of you because I felt like being around him was betraying you?”
“I mean I kinda figured Quinn would be there if you were hanging out with Josh in Ann Arbor… Why didn’t you just tell me last night?”
“Well I didn’t want to rub in that I was in communication with Quinn all last summer while- I guess you guys are in a rough patch” she explains, deep down I don’t believe her but I don’t have the energy to push further.
“So, you and Josh?” I say trying to change the conversation
“Short lived… Again” she chuckles through the phone
“Not again?! What happened?”
“Another girl on his mind” she says
We continue to catch up as I make my way up to my apartment. Once I reach my apartment I tell her I have to go, and that’s when she randomly brought up Quinn.
“Okay well I am just getting home now, but call me whenever. I missed talking to you” I say
“Okay, sure, but Y/n?”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t take Quinn back. I promise you are better off without him”
“What do you mean?” I say pausing in the front entrance of my apartment
“He just doesn’t miss you like you missed him” she says, “don’t look to closely into it Y/n, just take my advice”
“I mean that’s pretty cryptic, elaborate please”
“Josh would tell me stuff that’s all”
“Okay then, well I better get going” I say and we say our goodbyes before I throw in a random microwave dinner for supper.
I bring my dinner over to the tv and turn it on to see the Canucks playing the Jets tonight. I decided to keep it until I was done eating, but ended up watching the whole game. Quinn played horrible. The team lost 7-3 and Quinn was on for 4 goals, 2 of them being turnovers. 1 of the goals he wasn’t on for he was in the penalty box, serving a stupid penalty.
I continued my normal daily routine of work, home, cooking, maybe gym, maybe go out with some friends, maybe watch a canucks game for the next week or so. I muted Quinn so his texts weren’t giving me any notifications and the only time I allowed myself to read through them was at night.
It has now been a week since I last spoke to Quinn in person, so seeing him at my door when I arrived home from work was definitely a surprise. “How do you even get into the building” I ask him rolling my eyes as he turns around to see me coming the other direction down the hall.
“Can we talk?” he says ignoring my question and I put my key in the lock on my door.
“About?”
“I broke up with Kaitlin” he says. So Kaitlin was her name I think to myself as the lock pops and I turn the nob to my front door pushing it open. I walk in without answering him. And he follows me in, “I broke up with her as soon as I got home that night”.
“I want to- I wanted to be the only one Quinn, not the other women” I say walking into my kitchen as Quinn follows behind me and I turn to look at him as he speaks.
“You weren’t the other women. She was just a placeholder when I got lonely. I only ever wanted you.” Quinn says to me as I bite the inside of my cheek before nodding.
“You could have had me” I say, shaking my head thinking about the time I waited for him to just call or text me or something, “I wanted you for so long, and you can’t stand that I’m finally over it. I am finally moving on” I say tears stinging my eyes
“I want you, that’s all I want. I won't be able to get you off my mind”
“I’m sorry Quinn, but I can’t do this anymore” I say looking down at my feet and I hear Quinn shuffle closer to me
“One last kiss, then I guess I am gone” he says resting his hand on my shoulder. I look up and look into his brown eyes and I’m lost as he leans in a little closer and I cave.
Our lips meet and the kiss becomes so in sync as it get deeper and deeper. We begin making out before Quinn lifts me up taking me to the bedroom.
Once in the bedroom I slide down his body and onto my feet instantly taking my shirt off as he does the same. We quickly undress ourselves fully before engulfing in each other's arms to continue to make out, while waltzing over to the bed. I sit down on the edge of the bed and Quinn continues making out with me. He lifts me up a bit so he could comfortably get on top of me. He begins kissing down my neck as he fumbles around trying to line himself up with my entrance before slowly sliding himself in.
He continues to thrust but they are softer so he was able to continue to lean down and kiss my neck. “Quinn” I breathe out a moan. He continues thrusting inside of me before he pulls himself out and goes to the bathroom to finish.
I hear the bathtub water start to flow, so I make myself over to the bathroom. Quinn looks over at me once I get to the frame and gives me a soft slime before pulling me into the bathroom with him. I wrap my arms around him and he does the same. We sit there without saying a word just in each others arms until Quinn pulls away to stop the water. He then holds his hand out for me to take, “coming in” he asks and I take his hand.
I sit between his legs in the tub as Quinn lays back with his eyes shut. I look up at him, “what are you thinking about?” I ask him.
“You” he says, sending shivers through my body. Then it hits me, he shouldn’t still be here. I sit in his arms though not sure if I want him to leave yet or not, “You okay?” he asks me, “you’re tense”.
“I just- I- Sex isn’t going to fix all of our problems Quinn” i say and he sighs
“I know, I really meant just a kiss. I couldn’t leave though. I am so, so, so in love with you it hurts” he says. I breathe in and pull away from his chest so I can stand up and get out of the bathtub. I leave Quinn there grabbing a towel and going into the bedroom. Quinn soon follows looking at me questionably.
“Last chance” I say walking towards him, “This is your very last chance!” Quinn smiles at me, and my serious expression softens slightly.
“Okay” he says
“Okay” I say and he presses his lips to mine suddenly then pulls apart
“Can I call you my girlfriend again then?” Quinn asks taking me aback
“How do I know you are serious?”
“Move in with me”
#quinn hughes smut#quinn hughes fic#quinn hughes imagine#quinn hughes#nhl writing#nhl smut#nhl imagine#nhl fanfiction#nhl fic
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Twisted Wonderland mento illness headcanons please kind sir 🙏
I way I left ibis paint so fast- YES. I’m gonna run down my personal hcs for what mental illness I think twst characters have and a bit of a reasoning why! (Also some autism hc because autism cause why not and also just so you know and as a comment pointed out neurodivergent conditions aren’t mental illness)
Warnings: Talk of Mental illness, eating disorders
I must note now at the beginning that I am just a 16 year old don’t come to me for any actual mental illness diagnosis or advice I am not a licensed therapist nor do I claim to be one. I just have a strong interest for psychology and took a few high school courses on psychology.
If you or a loved on have any suspicions they might have a mental illness (if you are able) I would recommend going to a licensed psychiatrist
Now with that warning out the way let’s get into it‼️
I feel like Riddle has BPD (borderline personality disorder) and PTSD. I don’t have a strong reason for why I think he has BPD he just has the vibes ya know? PTSD because of his mother. A lot of people don’t talk about it but you can get PTSD from abusive parents (if you try to say Riddles mom wasn’t abusive I’m gonna reach through the screen and beat the shit out of you).
Cater has HPD (Historic personality disorder), he’s very attention seeking online and I feel like he can be really dramatic then get over it really fast like nothing happened (me fr). He was that kid that was scared all his friends thought he was annoying and would do anything they asked. Also he’s hypersexual cause I said so
Ace has ADHD and Deuce has Autism. Epic rap battles of history ADHD vs Autism.
Leona has depression, it’s pretty clear from his characterization that he has depression. With his lack of motivation and over sleeping being some of them
Ruggie definitely has an eating disorder. No one talks about his eating habits like they do Azuls but I feel like he has binge eating disorder because of his troubled past with food. Like when he has food he will eat himself til he throws up if no one stops him because of an internalized fear of there not always being food to eat so he’ll eat as much as he can. (This might just be me self projecting ngl because me and Ruggie have a similar past)
Jack just has autism. Notably he hates wool textures and would have crying fits of his mom tried to make him wear them
Azul already has an eating disorder it’s clear from his relationship with eating and the fact he was bullied for his weight. I’m not sure what kind he would fall under but he definitely has one. I also hc him to have Autism
Jade also has Autism but he has low empathy also.
Floyd has cluster B personality disorder written all over him Idc what you say. I think he has BPD personally but that also might be self projection again. He has ADHD and like his brother also has low empathy as well
I hc that Jamil has NPD (Narcissistic Personality Disorders) but just keeps all of his personal thoughts to himself so no one else knows.
I feel like Vil also NPD funny enough because it makes a lot of sense with his character. He checks most of the boxes anyways
Rook is smt else. I can’t understand him
Epel has anger issues but he’s actively getting help.
Idia has social anxiety that’s pretty clear also Autism because I can definitely see him going on super long rants to Azul about his favorite anime at the time. I believe I mentioned it before but I think he takes Anixety medication for his social anxiety
Malleus has BPD also because imma be honest with you Overbloting because your best friend and dad are leaving you because your scared of the time you have left with them so you put everyone in a dream is a very BPD thing to do. Also Autism because this man will take any chance he can to talk about Gargoyles and I love that for him. You go dragon boy
Author closing note: If you have any questions about my hcs then please be respectful in the comments and remember that no mental illness makes a person a bad person. Bad people are bad because they do bad things it’s not because they have a certain mental disorder. Also if a character wasn’t in here it’s because I have no hc for them or just don’t care about them enough to give them one. Last point a lot of these hcs are self projection, okay byyyeeee
#twisted wonderland#disney twisted wonderland#riddle rosehearts#cater diamond#ace trappola#deuce spade#leona kingscholar#ruggie bucchi#jack howl#azul ashengrotto#floyd leech#jade leech#jamil viper#idia shroud#malleus draconia#heartslabyul#savanaclaw#octavinelle#scarabia#pomefiore#diasomnia#twst hcs#vil schoenheit#rook hunt#epel felmier
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Hear me out, slowburn that ends in hardcore fluff for Johanna Mason x fem! reader…? Johanna deserves a happy ending!!! 😭
YES YES YES MY FIRST REQUEST
This is definitely not what I was expecting but I am TOTALLY DOWN to write this! Most likely gonna be a short one but I’m gonna try. Feel free to criticize or comment on my work and to request more.
WARNINGS: fem!reader: (y/n), BISEXUAL BC WHY NOT??!, blood(I think), little angst if squinting, swearing(ish)
I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION FOR MY WORK TO BE COPY AND PASTED TO OTHER WEBSITES (revolving is fine as long as I am given credit for my work).
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//set in Catching Fire during the Monkey scene but w/o others//
Great. Another mutt that I have to deal with. These ones were different, kind of like monkeys but bigger. As I watch my last ally die by being clawed in the throat, I begin to, for the first time in a while, feel fear. I hate fear. It’s like a pitch black box that I’m trapped in, unable to escape from. I’m already running to the beach when I hear a scream: “(Y/N)” I know that scream… it’s Johanna’s.
//time skip to when Johanna’s in the hospital post-capitol//
I have to see her. If the rumors are true, if they were all saved from the Capitol, I need to see Johanna Mason. That’s the only coherent thought in my brain at the moment. Life is bleak and dismal in District 13; sleep, bomb, wake up and eat, bomb, get to work, bomb. The Capitol is bombing us every four hours, or so it feels like that. I’ve lost and sense of reason behind keeping track of time here, it’s all the same.
“(Y/n)!” I hear Finnick say my name as he runs over, breathless. Any girl would find this sexy, maybe some guys, as well. However I tend to focus more on women than men, they disgust me…most of the time. “What’s going on, Finnick?” I trust Finnick enough to ask this because he understands how I feel right now. He lost his love, Annie, to the Capitol and I have lost mine to them as well. Finnick is one of the few people who knows about me and Johanna, I like to keep that sort of stuff to myself. “It’s true, they’re back! They’re back from the Capitol!” Finnick says as I feel the gears in my head starting to work. God, it’s been so long since I’ve thought about anything other than Johanna, that I start to feel a bit lightheaded. Finnick steps close and holds me as he can see that I’m starting to sway. My love is home, or as home as this can get.
He and I start to run towards the hospital, and I kick the door open. Immediately, as if we were each glowing neon, we lock eyes and can’t look away. Johanna tried to get out of bed, but I run to her and gently push her back down. “You need to rest, Love.” I say as I’m barely holding back tears. “I’ve missed you so much, (Y/n/n).” I let the tears fall as she says this, I hug her and hold her close to me.
I don’t know what he’ll she’s been through, or what he’ll we’ll go through in the future. But I WILL be with her holding her hand or hugging or kissing her as we go through together. Because it’s what Johanna deserves, and I’m willing to give it to her, but now I will sit with her head on my chest as we both lay on her hospital bed and sleep together for the first time in forever.
I know that this is short, but I really did like this request. I think that Johanna DEFINITELY deserved better and I will think that u til the day I die. Feel free to request, comment, or criticize.
Thank you❤️
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Donna’s Wednesday Radio Show Prompt List #6
Hey guys! As some of may know I do a weekly radioshow on Wednesdays and I thought why not put together a prompt list from some of the songs I’ve been playing. I thought it would bring some fresh prompts into our world!
Feel free to pop any of these prompts with a charcter I write for (You can find these on the pinned post on my blog) into my ASK box!
1. won't let me see this side of you
2. You looked at death in a tarot card and you saw what you had to do
3. I'm drinking tonight, gonna give up the fight
4. turning me on Like a slow fire burn
5. I choke back tears 'til I damn near drown
6. You're not gonna make it
7. Loveless nights, they seem so long I know that I'll hold you someday.
8. We still talk like everyday But we don't talk in the same way that we used to
9. This is the last time you say After the last line you break
10. He pulled you closer, said he'll never let go
11. And if only I could find the words Or muster up the nerve to tell her
12. Can't keep my hands to myself
13. the ghost of my sin
14. But till you come back where you belong It's just another lonely Sunday.
15. I fell for a boy who could never ever let me walk home that way 'Cause you gotta be safe
16. You say that you love me, You won't remember in the morning
17. I wish I'd known that it would be this hard to be alone. Please, come home!
18. You're speaking like you really love him
19. Maybe we'll see that we were wrong If ever we look back one day
20. I thought that I was the exception I could rewrite your addiction
21. The only thing stronger than you is whiskey
22. Please, come back, don't you leave me
23. When you're dying in LA
24. Now all I can do is lay in my room Fall asleep, dream of you
25. Tonight with me Won't you cut it up and dance all over me
26. I'll never forget her and she'll always have a part of me
27. He can be the one you run to, the one that saves ya
28. the taste of goodbye on your lips when you kiss me
29. You couldn't trust him but you never said no
30. You trace my lines Stirring my soul
31. And now you're dancing like you need him
32. Don't let me go down this road again, We both know where this ends
33. Put it in your pocket don't tell anyone I gave ya
34. But for an angel, she's a hot, hot mess
35. We both know love is not that easy
36. He kissed you on the lips and opened your eyes
37. Goodbye to my hopes and dreams
38. I'm not gonna stay and watch you circle the drain
39. Trust me, you'll make it through
40. I know that I'm running out of time
41. You had to catch your breath, got such a surprise
42. Might be over now, but I feel it still
43. Every now and then she makes you just a little bit crazy
44. And you always forgot how it feels to live in his lies
45. I wanna watch you undress
46. It was your first cigarette
47. But friends keep telling you what he did last night
48. give-me-some-more girl
49. In that moment he made you forgot how it feels when he's gone
50. I know that it's wrong Still I run right into you
51. I would rather we just go our different ways
52. And now you're feeling like you miss him
53. And you try to remember that there's no way you could ever be friends
54. You better get your shit together
55. He's out your system yeah it took you a while
56. I know, 'cause I've been there too
57. You and me together, forever
58. I'ma disappear when they come for me
59. You surround me, pull me, drown me then swallow me whole
60. I shake and I shiver just to feel you breathe
61. And all you want is just to hold her
62. I forget who you used to be
63. She's like a one-way ticket cause you can't come back
64. You're way too young to be broken
65. You pull me in close And buckle my knees
66. I know it must seem frightening To have the world fall apart right under your shoes
67. And I bit my lip the second you sipped The poison that was mixed for me
68. You're way too young to play these games
69. 'Cause there are deeper and darker things than you
70. From the beating of your heart
71. Everything's turning dark to you
72. I'm not the one Who wants to hurt you
#mike duarte#maurice compte#horacio carrillo#donovan rocker#rodrigo sanchez#antonio dawson#greg mouse gerwitz#greg gerwitz#brian zvonecek#will halstead#connor rhodes#joe velasco x reader#joe velasco#baron helmut zemo#diego hargreeves#frank castle#joshua folsom#tim speedle#santiago pope garcia#frankie morales#benny miller#marc spector
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Midge wanted to be kissed on a bridge and a certain comedy making it come true
Pairing: Lenny Bruce & Midge Maisel
Rated T
It's a mild evening in the mountains.
He's not a fan of these theme nights, but Midge loves them, so he put on a lei with his jeans and t-shirt and joined her in her tropical print dress and listened to Moishe exclaim that everyone "got lei'd" over and over.
And now is his favorite part of being here in the Catskills. The end of the night when he gets to walk home with his beautiful girlfriend, sharing a cigarette while she holds his hand.
"Thanks for putting up with all this," she tells him, leaning her head on his upper arm. "I know it's not really your scene."
"No, it's not," he agrees. "But I get to hang out with you and scandalize a bunch of old Jewish women by dancing dangerously close to you, so I guess it is kind of my scene," he jokes, kissing the top of her head.
She laughs quietly as they walk over the footbridge, and she stops, looking over the water. "Midge? You okay?"
"What?" She looks up at him, now standing in front of her. "Oh, nothing," she says quickly, shaking her head.
"What is it?" He asks, ducking his head slightly.
Midge bites her lip gently. "Remember a couple months ago when I made you see The Music Man?" She asks.
"I do. 'Til There Was You' was the first song we ever danced to," he recalls with a grin.
"Yeah. Remember in the movie... they're standing on the footbridge..." She rests her hand on the railing and smiles fondly. "And she's singing that song and then they finally kiss, and it was so romantic?"
He smiles back at her softly. "You want me to kiss you on this footbridge?"
She blushes lightly as she nods.
He leans in a little closer. "How about I do you one better?"
She chuckles. "I know we've had some semi-public rendezvous, but - "
"No, not that," he murmurs before lowering himself to one knee.
She looks down at him in surprise. "Oh my god," she breathes, her grip tightening on his hand.
"It's appropriate really," he says. "That it's here on a footbridge, that you brought up that song. Because until there was you, I didn't know what it was like to love someone this way. I didn't know it could be like this.
"I didn't know I could love someone so much I would be willing to sit through three hours of steel drums and Moishe's terrible jokes just so I could be with you. Or that I could love someone enough to even think about getting married again, but you...you make everything worth it.
"I want to wake up every morning with you. Fall asleep with you every night. Grow old together - or older, in my case," he jokes before turning serious. "Something I didn't think I'd get to do..." She looks at him with tears in her eyes.
"You saved my life, Midge. You make me laugh. You make me think. You make me absolutely crazy, and I wouldn't change a damn thing about it because I love you so much." He reaches into his pocket, pulling out the little box he's been carrying with him for the last month. "Will you marry me?"
"Before I say yes - and I'm going to say yes," she promises as she smiles down at him. "I just want you to know how happy you make me. How glad I am that it was you in the back of that police car on the worst night of my life. How fucking lucky I feel that you showed up the night of that snowstorm.
"I hate to steal your line," she teases, making him grin, "But you make me laugh. You make me think. You call me on my shit and support me in ways I've never had before.
"After Joel left, I never thought I'd have that again. And I was right. Because this...this is what it's supposed to be. I've never loved anyone like I love you, Lenny."
She blinks back tears and takes a deep breath. "So yes. Yes, I'll marry you."
He rises to his feet slipping the ring on her finger before kissing her deeply on a footbridge in the Catskills.
#midgelenny#midge x lenny#midgexlenny#tmmm fanfic#marvelous mrs. maisel fanfic#writing prompt#otp: more important than god#jackal fics#answers
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Century Lover
A/N: Hi! So I don’t really intend for this to get much love, really I don’t expect it to. Though, I will be forever grateful if it does get as much Love as possible. I don’t know if it will be long, I’m really just going with what my mind comes up with. I just finished rewatching Bulgasal and I just fell back in love with Hwal all over again. Anyways, Enjoy!
Tagging Angels: @serralovespencer
Warnings: Blood, Gore, Terror, Mention of fictional monsters.
Everything in this story is fictional and all the rights go to the writers of Bulgasal: Immortal Souls.
Summary: what happens when YOU get pushed back into someone else’s place in a different era? Will you make it out or will Hwal try to keep you in the time period? How will you escape? What if Hwal was actually searching for you?
Bulgasal… you may have heard it before. Of course growing up in Korea you definitely heard of ancient monsters. The one who tore people skin off their living bodies. The one that burned houses down. The one that even ate 100 people.
Have you heard of the boy who was cursed by Bulgasal? And who was ran out of the village by the people in the same village? His name was Hwal… Dan Hwal. He was giving that name by his adoptive father, Dan Keuk.
Well, if not, you aren’t missing much. Hwal went through a lot as a human and a Bulgasal.
“You promised we would-“
I was watching a tv show, when the power went out.
“really? At the best moment” I sigh and stand up walking over to the electrical box to switch the power back on.
I open it and I flip the switch but nothing happens. I sigh and try it one more time.
“That usually works..” I said to myself. I flicked it one more time feeling and seeing a electrical spark.
“FUCK!” I let out holding my hand after I got zapped. I put on my shoes and decided I should go down to the front office to see if they have the power outage. Sounds stupid, I mean of course I can’t be the only one with an outage. And I definitely paid my bill before you ask.
I walked to my door and went to open it but I heard a strange noise coming from the bathroom. I turned around and glanced around the corner. I keep my bathroom door open but it seemed closed. I shrugged it off as my cat just growling or meowing and I miss heard it. I went for the door again but I heard that noise again.
It sounded closer. I was frightened and just slowly unlocked my door. It was pitch black in the hallway. I closed my door and grabbed my phone walking down the hallway.
I went to my neighbors apartment and was about to knock until it opened by itself. Weird.
I looked inside and slowly stepped my head into the opening. “Hello? Do-Yun-shi? Are you home?” I walked in and looked around. I was empty, like it had furniture but it look like it’s been there for ages. The kitchen was dusty and trash some what scattered.
I was about to walk further in but I soon heard that growl, it sounded like a tiger or animal of some sort.
I backed up into the hallway. “Why was Do-Yun’s apartment so old looking? He was just there.” I thought to myself. I was about to head downstairs but I promise I saw a figure down the hallway with his hand out.
I froze. It’s eyes were red but it had its hand out.
“Come here~” I heard it say. Even though it was coming from my head and not from its mouth in front of me.
I closed my eyes in wishing that maybe I was tired and should get some sleep and wait til morning to see if the apartments power would be back on.
I heard another growl but this time like it was standing right in front of me. I was about to dash to my apartment but I remembered that I left my keys in the house. I ran back to Do-Yun’s apartment but before I ran in, it looked like a closet all of a sudden. I looked around and saw the thing getting closer so ran in and closed the door.
I sat in the corner of it waiting for it to go pass. Once I heard it’s foot steps gone I opened the door.
“ Sang-Un? There you are! Why are you in a closet?” Someone spoke to me.
I looked around me and I was in some type of home that looked… Abandoned but still livable.
“Who are you?! Why are you in our house?!” I looked to my side and saw Do-Yun, but he was much younger, way younger.
“Do-Yun? Is that you?” I said.
“H-How do you know my name?” He asked me. I looked at him then everyone else around me. Who are these people?
“Y/N?” A voice said behind everyone. I looked up and saw this man with short black hair and beautiful brown eyes. He was wearing a blue dress shirt with black slacks.
……a few hours later…..
“Wait so let me get this straight,” the girl I presume is Sang-Un, started “You saw a monster in your apartment hallway, you ran into Do-Yun’s apartment, and it led you to our closet? But how?”
“ I-I don’t know… You are telling me it’s not 2022?” I said looking at them.
“No it’s 2020.. are you from the future?” Do-Yun said looking at me with a broom in hand. Si-Ho hit him and he put it down.
Everyone was shocked, confused, and somewhat thought it was pretty cool. Though, the guy, who i take is Hwal, just stared at me. No emotions to show.
“Hwal-shi, can we keep her?” Do-Yun shouted out breaking the silence.
“She isn’t a animal.” Si-Ho stated and sent a smile my way.
“Everyone leave. I need to talk to her.” Hwal stated, wow. First thing he says and I already feel like I’m in trouble.
They all get up no hesitation and leave the house and stand in front of the house on the yard.
“Your story makes sense in a way that I can not explain. … I haven’t crossed paths with you in… awhile.. it’s nice seeing you again…” I looked at him lost.
Oh! Right so basically everyone in this house is connected some how. Ms. Lee is the lady that he saved from a house fire, Do-Yun is his son that died by Bulgasal, Si-Ho is his wife from 600 years ago, and Sang-Un is his lover from 1,000 years ago. But me, I don’t know why I was sent 2 years back to this part of the world.
“Who was I to you?” I asked hoping he could give me an answer.
“ My unacceptable lover. You wouldn’t love me because I was Bulgasal. So.. I..” Hwal stopped looking at me. Like he was stuck on something.
“What is it?” I asked. “What did you do?” I looked at him.
“I took everything from you.. your family, friends, neighbors. I wanted just you and you being a human person I thought it be different, be better to love you. I trapped you in the cave while I went to go feed and even get food for you.” He paused then looked at me “ we were gonna have a family together. Until one day you wanted out from the cave. I told you it was dangerous and you fought against it. You left and never came back. I searched everywhere for you. The woods, the hills, the mountains, the shacks, the homes. No signs of you anywhere. I thought you had died. You just ran away from me. Our home, our soon to be family, you left it all just to get away from me.” He sighed and looked down. Obviously not to proud of the past.
“I left…you? How or why did we meet?” I was lost why was I the scariest story of them all? Why was he so possessive over me? “You and your friends were walking in mountain area. I know you didn’t know at the time but she had bad intentions. She going to leave you up here to die and rot. Her plans back fired on her and she fell down the mountains to her bloody death. That was supposed to be you falling. Once she fell you went go find help in the cave and there you found me. I had no better intentions at first but seeing you scared and already crying, it made me soft for you. I told you I wasn’t able to help you find her body but I could get you down to main land in the morning. I took care of you like you were a Bulgasal. Though I was more gentle with you. I tricked you into thinking that they weren’t even worried about you or your friend. They searched high and low for the both of you. They only found her body and you were never found. I kept you to myself because I was selfish. I didn’t want you going back to those people. I was everything you needed and more.” He looked up and saw the time. Before I could ask anything he stood up and said “I’ll tell you everything in the morning just try to get some sleep, okay? You can have the bed in my room I’ll sleep on the floor.”
“S-share a room? Sorry but I just literally teleported here I’m not sure I’m comfortable with that..”
“That wasn’t an option..”
…2 hours later…
Going to sleep was hard. Literally the story of different past lives were scary. The power he holds over each person here is …scary.
Soon, I was drifting off to sleep and was hoping to be back home but, all of a sudden I heard Hwal get up and stand above me.
I kept my eyes closed to let him think I was sleeping. He heard a deep breath and the words that sent chills down my spine.
“Finally, after all these years I have you back to me. I promise you I won’t ever let you go ever again.” He mumbled and left the room but also locking it from the outside.
I sat up and started panicking, how do I get out of this world? How can I stop this century old love?
#bulgasal imagine#bulgasal#immortal souls#Netflix#dan hwal#lee jinuk#lee jin wook#kwon nara#lee joon#gong seung yeon#kim wooseok#min sang un#min si-ho#nam do yun#ok eul Tae
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Tell me ur habit thoughts
I have an ask on my main thats been sitting there for a couple years now (sorry midsy i promise its not forgotten 😭) that i want to work on now because, while i try to keep my habit as close to the source as possible, i did have some plot points in my fic that needed more, and i finally have a sort of set background for him now. Its so hard to tamper with perfection and keep it, so im trying my best 😬😩
Evan is probably my habits 4th or 5th face. He was formed during WW1, but didnt actually stick to the mortal world til after the war ended. His first sighting wouldve been the early to mid 1920s. Im debating how much i wanna chatter about it, cuz i think i wanna do a side fic about his first faces, like i plan on doing with kates background too, but ehh
Gonna slip this under a cut
Habits first face was a rail worker named Rudy. Rudy had a damn solid worker's build and a cheeky sense of humor, and a heart of steel. He was dependable if a bit brash sometimes, and to a degree his personality bled over into Habits. There was a catch though, Rudy had a family and a partner. And while Habit was tempted to just off them all for sake of ease, it would have drawn too much attention, and he was not as strong as he is now. And eventually he got caught by Rudy's girlfriend, an upper class woman named Harietta. I have art of her somewhere, I'll have to reblog with a link.
Harietta was incredibly smart and quick witted, and she found out pretty quickly that something was wrong with her secret lover. She was just never expecting it to be him being possessed by a demon. His normally playful sense of flirting was more sour, more hostile and degrading. Her and Habit did not get along for a while. But she was determined to get him to leave them both alone, and she was persistent. Habit had a loose string of plans to build his influence that she found a way to meddle in, but over time he found her more and more useful. She had connections through her wealthy father and rebellious mother, and she had a brain like a puzzle box that could find the most uncanny solution to any issue. And after a while, he found himself willingly let her coming along, being more protective of her. Needless to say, he stole his host's girlfriend.
He eventually claimed her and they got married for her comfort. The bond he gave her essentially made her immortal, and they lived as working partners and lovers well into the 90s. He kind of corrupted her a bit. He was always malcious and conniving and looking to claw himself higher and higher, wanting to rival the most powerful beings walking the mortal plane. He couldn't have some human girl swaying his ideals. So he twisted her a bit, until she was a little messed up like him. Enough to get her on board with things most people wouldn't be.
The problem with being a demon like him on the mortal plane is vessels. Other demons, like Jack and Jason, have viable appearances that are human enough to work and blend in. Habits is not. His actual form is large and very inhuman, he stands out like a sore thumb. To combat this, he has to take human vessels, an imperfect tactic to hide himself amongst humans. These people he inhabits can still die, he can make them weak or sick with his presence, and if they are of strong enough mind, they can fight back against him. One of the things he tasked Hattie to do is help him find vessels, because as much as he tried not to, he would eventually break and kill those he inhabited.
It was Hattie that found Evan. She was smitten with him immediately, and when Habit inevitably killed his current vessel, she tried to coax and eventually seduce him into their house, where she could summon her husband back into his body. Evan is incredibly strong willed, and it took a lot of work for the both of them to get him to submit enough for Habit to become a dominant existence in his body, but eventually they broke him down enough to make it work. Hattie is very fond of Evan, and when Habit isnt inhabiting him she often clings to him and confides in him what she doesnt with Habit. Evan is actually the one that knows the most about her eventual madness and disappearance.
He's still very much a Habit. Stubborn, crass clever, antagonistic. I did kinda go the more goofy route too of giving him a small group of people that he uses like fodder and foot soldiers. Rabbits if you will (lol), and he mostly uses them when he has too many things to do on his own. Or he uses them as bait, weapons, guards, whatever he needs them to do. They live on their own, and because of the way he brands them, he can call on them when he needs and they'll regroup. Funnily enough, it started as a crack idea but Natalie (Clockwork) ended up being his right hand and second in command, and she has a very interesting dynamic with him because of that. Think tired employee with sadistic boss lol. We'll see all of this in the fic; hes the last antagonist to be introduced and he almost makes himself the main antag. He's a hell of a force to be reckoned with, and he'll change the whole course of the fic when he gets introduced. It'll just be a long while til then.
Ahh. Tryna think of anything else. I'll reblog this if i think of more, its already a lot. Thanks for the ask 💕
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Can't Seem to Change Shape
Everyone has their own powers as a witch and Ren isn't too happy with his.
Isuki keeps teasing him, even though he protests through his yowls.
"Ok we've had our fun Ren! You can turn back right?"
Ren closed his eyes and focused on his magic, visualized his tiny furry body becoming taller and more human.
He opened them and screamed-or more like something of screech.
Isuki's brows knit with worry.
"Yikes...maybe let's um...try breathing exercises yeah! Let's do that!"
They heard Mr. Iwatani say something about getting stuck in a form could possibly be due to anxiety, so he tries.
5. 4. 3. 2. 1.
Ren opens them again, hissing this time.
Isuki sighs sitting down next to the now tiny kitten, "Should we go to Mr. Iwatani about this?"
Ren shook his and growled when Isuki scooped him.
"Don't worry it'll be ok."
Isuki let him climb onto his shoulder while walking toward their home room teacher's class.
"Oof-"
"Eep!"
Isuki put a hand to his head, "Eep? Oh-ah! Hey Rishia why are you here?"
Rishia was about to mumble her apologies til she heard the question.
She laughs nervously, " Oh had to turn late homework cuz I forgot! You've finished with those sets of potions right? Wait-why are you here?"
Her eyes dart to the black-almost void like thing bundled in Isuki's arms, Rishia's lights up, "Oh my gosh! Who is this?"
"Uh...a kitten! I found him on campus so I'm just going to ask...uh Mr. Iwatani about what to do with him." He ducks into the classroom without a second thought, "BYE NOW!"
Real smooth, Ren thinks.
They both see their teacher at his desk, sorting out paper work and some boxes near him. Some fizzling and smelling awfully suspicious...
"So what brings you here Isuki?"
"We...need your help."
Isuki plops Ren onto the desk unceremoniously and rings his hands together expecting what he'll say.
Naofumi is surprised by the black, and very fluffy kitten, on his desk.
"A kitten? Just put it in a shelter?"
His attention is put on the kit after he hisses at him, Naofumi then notices a light blue scarf that Isuki gifted Ren last year.
The blonde sighs, "It's Ren and he can't seem to change back. Could you help?"
Naofumi gets up from his seat and dramatically opens a drawer to grab black laboratory gloves and goggles, "Why wouldn't I? You're my students, of course I will."
Ren leaps into Isuki's arms, "You like a mad scientist."
"I prefer 'Mad Potion Maker'."
With that he scoots them out the room and all they could hear from putting their ears to the door was cackling and ingredient names.
Isuki rolls his eyes, "Yep. Mad scientist."
He looks down at the anxious mess of the black kitten he's holding and bumps his head to Ren's.
"Don't worry he'll have the potion ready in the morning, I won't let anyone know. I promise you."
With that Ren climbed into Isuki's jacket and onto his shoulders, closed his eyes and purred.
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Tags: @shieldherostuffs @small-spark-of-light @crypid-called-ash
An Au where everyone's a witch and goes to a witchy school to control their innate powers!! Or at least make them real anyways!
Naofumi is a teacher that works with healing magic and potions of all kind.
Therese works as a elemental magics teacher and hates a certain period where a certain playboy who's stupid and still flirts with her even though she's married to one of the two teachers in school.
L'arc does the fighting classes for those who lean towards very active magics.
Glass is a teacher who teaches death/soul magic, her wife Kizuna comes by. Shes a vet :]
Kyo's here for some reason and is also a teacher for potions and stuff but also does more so the animal shifting and transformations stuff as well. Naofumi and him hate eachother. It's not even a rivalry . They just wanna beat each other up in front of the school.
Mirellia is the headmaster who keeps everything under control :]
#Rotsh#Rotsh au#rising of the shield hero#tate no yuusha no nariagari#Naofumi Iwatani#ren amaki#Isuki kawakami#Rotsh fic#Ren x isuki#Rising of the shield hero fic#rishia ivyred#Cat shifter au
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I’ll Be Home For Christmas
I just decorated my house for Christmas so here a short Christmas blurb, this is also my first published piece so I didn’t go too crazy lmao
Steve Harrington x OC
No Warnings!!
“Steve.” I say poking his arm. He stays asleep. “Steve.” Once again, no response. “Steve! Wake up.”
“What?” He says groaning, hiding his face from me.
“Wake up, I want to decorate for Christmas.” I say climbing to straddle him. “Please? If you get up I’ll make you breakfast.”
“You’re a pain in the ass, you know that?” He asks rolling over to face me.
“I know, I know. But it’s our first Christmas in the house and I want to make it special.” I say leaning down to kiss his cheek. “Please will you help?”
“Yeah I’ll help.” He says making me jump up,
“Great! I’ll start on breakfast.” I say jumping off the bed giving him one last kiss.
I walk to the kitchen and start mixing the pancake mix dancing to Last Christmas coming through the record player.
Halfway through the song I feel Steve’s arms wrap around me as I sway to the beat. I smile and grab his hands and unwrap them from me to dance with him.
I sing the lyrics to him softly while I dance and he watches with a soft smile.
“Ooo ooo, now I found a real love you’ll never fool me again.” I sing to him before wrapping my arms around his waist. “Y’know Christmas was real depressing when this song didn’t exist, best thing that’s happened since Elvis’ Christmas album, it also helps that George Micheal is a total babe.”
“Mmm, I’m glad you say that because I’ve been told by many people that I look like a brunette George Micheal.” He says making me laugh.
“It’s only the hair, but I totally see it.” I say running my fingers through his hair before turning back to the pancakes.
He walks away from me and grabs the orange juice from the fridge to pour us some while I plate our last pancakes and take them to our table.
We eat slowly, not rushing out the door like the day before, for Thanksgiving. When we’re done I turn on my Christmas mixtape to get to work.
“This is a lot of decorations for our small house.” Steve says when I pull the box out of the closet.
“It is a lot now but when it’s up it’s going to look amazing.” I say smiling wide.
Steve takes the outside, hanging up the simple Christmas lights and and wreath before coming back in and taking off most of his layers til he’s back in his pajamas.
An hour later, we’re finally done and our house looks like the North Pole.
“It looks really good.” Steve says wrapping his arms around my shoulders, pulling my back against his front as we admire our work.
“See? I told you it was worth it.“ I say smiling.
“You know this time next year we’ll be married?” He asks putting his lips next to my ear.
“I know. I’m excited.” I say smiling with excitement. “5 months.”
“152 days until you’re my wife.” He says kissing my cheek. “Are you nervous?”
“No, you?”
“No, all I care about is marrying you, everything else could go to shit as long as I’m your husband by the end of the day.”
“I love you.” I say turning around to kiss his lips.
“I love you too.” He says smiling. I smile when I hear Elvis coming from my cassette player. Steve wordlessly let’s go of my waist and trails his hands up my arms to grab my hands.
I smile and put one arm around his waist and one grabbing his hand as we sway to the music. Steve keeps his cheek to my temple as he hums softly to the song that’s playing aloud.
“Christmas eve will find me, where the love light gleams. I’ll be home for Christmas, if only in my dreams.” He signs softly in my ear, making my eyes drift to close. I keep run my hand up and down his back, feeling the scars along his back from the years before from fighting Vecna.
“Can we stay like this for a bit?” I ask softly, not wanting to move.
“We can stay like this for as long as you want, I have nowhere to be but with you.” He says kissing my forehead.
“Good.” I say smiling softly.
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