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y/n is an angel and harry is a demon whos taught her how much fun it can be to sin
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The first time (Y/N) floated down from the clouds, she had no idea what a Pocket was, let alone where to find one. That time felt so long ago with the way she could now navigate herself to her favorite Pocket without a second thought. The route had become one of familiarity, guiding butterflies flitting through her stomach the closer she made it with every step.
Slipping out of sight of the main street, she counted thirteen paces down the quiet alleyway before finding the brick that needed just the right touch before it would show off the hidden doorway she needed. The brick was grainy and rough under her palm, her skin catching on the mortar as she pushed against it until it finally gave away underneath. Just like that, the seemingly solid wall opened up, revealing an entryway for her eyes only.
(Y/N) felt giddy as she stepped inside, the doorway vanishing behind her when she crossed the threshold. She knew it was secure once more when there was a breeze that skated over her skin and fluffed through her wings, seemingly sealing her away from the rest of the world. In a way, it was, but there was still a waiting invitation to the one other person who knew about this Pocket—the one that had shown her the way in the first place.
Getting comfortable while she waited, (Y/N) was happy to see the place was untouched from her last visit. When she had first seen this Pocket, it was the closest thing she had ever seen to an interdimensional "bachelor pad". There hadn't been much of anything to see that first time, only the bones of someone’s presence though they were too busy to return much. She remembered it had felt stale as if it had been abandoned for years despite the unmade bed in the corner with messy sheets and tufted comforter.
Harry had told her it was a place he barely used—it was one of the first Pockets he conjured on his own, and he'd since honed the craft into bringing something more extravagant to life. He still visited just to keep the curse fresh, but he otherwise only stayed there if it was necessary and no other options were available.
His last resort had since become their hideaway. Special for just the two of them; another secret for them to share with one another.
It had come a long way from when she had first visited with Harry on her tail, leaving behind the less than ideal bed set up, and vacant walls. (Y/N) had used all of her inspiration from seeing countless humans decorate their homes, turning the dreary Pocket into a cozy getaway. Heaven didn't necessarily allow for a lot of individualism when it came to living spaces, seeing as how everything was ordained to be pristine and creamy. Here, (Y/N) got to use as much color as she wanted—as long as it didn't spur any headaches for Harry, anyway.
Now, there was an actual bed frame holding up a cushy mattress, the pillows feather soft and always cool to the touch. The bedding was a warm orangey color, playing off of the greens and pinks throughout the space. There were pictures—canvases full of paint Harry said he "found" through his travels—pinned to the walls, playing into the bright hues (Y/N) was toying with. A rug now sat in the middle of the room in the shape of a paint blob in a creamy green shade that made her think of Harry's eyes. The kitchen—though near unnecessary given their statuses—was given the same treatment as the rest of the studio-sized space. There were magnets covering the unused fridge, appliances and bowls of always fresh fruit sitting on the counter. A bouquet of flowers that never died were sitting on the bedside table, perfuming the air with a light fragrance that drew her in. Her favorite part was the mirror by the bed, ornate and carved with cherubs.
Walking in felt like a breath of fresh air. As much as she loved being an angel—guiding humans in need, taking care of those who needed her touch, changing lives for the better—being here in this Pocket was the one thing she could see herself loving more.
It would be a little bit better if she wasn't alone, though.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, fluffy wings tucked against her back, she fixed her eyes on the doorless portal, waiting for the telltale creek and scrape of concrete that would signal Harry's arrival. This was the bad part of being chronically early, she thought, never being sure when the other would show up and keep her from being lonely.
Lucky for her, it was only another handful of minutes before her ears picked up on the familiar sound of footsteps trailing over the pavement. Her breath caught when they stopped just outside where the Pocket's door was, a smile unfurling on her features when that first creek sounded through the room. She rose to her feet just in time to see the first uniform crack in the wall before the rest of the doorway came to be.
Slipping inside, Harry didn't wait for the portal to shut behind him before he was crossing the room to meet her.
"(Y/N)," he sighed, his grin toothy and completely with dimples, "Sorry I took so long."
Wrapping his arms around her, (Y/N) melted into his embrace. His hands settled just below her fluffy wings, holding her close while she rested her cheek on his chest.
"It's okay," she murmured, eyes fluttering to a close as she soaked in his warmth, "I'm happy you're here."
Harry's response came in the form of a small kiss being dropped on the top of her head, the contact decidedly delicate as opposed to his nature. He'd told her before that she was the only one that could draw that side of him out—the docile side that had no alignment with chaos or sabotage. This side of him was just for her, he'd shared.
Shifting his hands on her, his fingertips brushing her wings with a shudder shooting down (Y/N)'s spine, Harry repositioned until he had his hands cradling her cheeks as he tipped her head up to face him. His dark eyes shimmered green, taking in each of her features as if it were the first time again.
"I've missed you," he crooned, "So much, darling. What have you been up to since the last time I saw you?"
Despite there being no way for anyone, mortal or otherwise to overhear them, every word he spoke to her was uttered like a secret. Just for her.
"I missed you," she smiled, unlooping her own arms to settle with her hands on his chest, "But, I've been okay. Just doing angel stuff."
His lips quirked into a lopsided curve, his thumb brushing along the height of her cheekbone. "Always angel stuff with you. No breaks."
"No breaks," she played along as if she wasn't currently in the middle of a break with him right now, where not even her creator could spot her if she tried, "What about you?"
"Just the opposite of angel stuff," he teased, managing to bring a smile to her face despite knowing the reality of his joke. He had a certain way of putting it, describing his job, that made it not sound so bad when it came to (Y/N)'s sensibilities. (Truthfully, it could be because she just liked his voice. He could make anything sound heavenly).
"Fun?" she smiled, letting him walk her back towards the bed.
"Always," he hummed, escorting her backwards until her legs hit the edge.
Tumbling back, a bubbling laugh left (Y/N)'s lips as she clung to Harry. He fell atop her, her thighs splitting to settle him between. Underneath, the mattress conformed to the shape of her wings, Harry's hands pressing into the planes of her back as if she wasn't close enough as is.
Before the world had a chance to settle around her, Harry tipped his chin and pressed his lips to hers. Though she didn't have much to compare it to, (Y/N) had little doubt that there could ever be a better kisser out there than Harry. Her point was proven every time he sealed his mouth to hers, her top lip cradled between his two.
This was never going to get old, she knew. Not with the bubbling that ignited under her skin at the contact, the way there was nothing more she wanted than to cling to him and bask in his warmth. With every angling and tipping of their heads, movements made in tandem, she was drawn deeper and deeper in everything that was him. Tucked underneath him like this, mouth coming together and parting with soft breaths between, it was hard to think that the universe had crafted them to be enemies.
Tracing his mouth down from hers, dotting a line over her jaw, Harry murmured in her ear, "I don't have much time, darling."
"No?" she asked, a pout evident in just the single syllable, "Why not?"
Harry drew back only to give her an apologetic smile. "Opposite of angel stuff, remember?"
"Since when does that have a schedule?" She sounded petulant even to her own ears, but if there was one sin she was willing to commit, it was greed when it came to Harry.
"Since I told Sarah I would meet up with her soon," Harry offered the challenge with a raised brow. Sarah wasn't like the others of his kind, she was more stubborn and would actually go looking for him if he stood her up, if only to wreak havoc for him personally as revenge.
"To do not-angel stuff that I'll have to clean up later?" she pressed, feeling her attitude leak away now that she knew her time was limited with him.
His smile was brilliant at her words, wide with bracketing dimples. "Of course. That's why we work so well, darling."
It was that kind of language, the sweet one that made even demon activities sound silly, that had her splitting into a smile before tipping her chin in hopes of coaxing him into a kiss. It didn't take much convincing for Harry's lips to press into hers, resuming the lingering kissing he'd interrupted before.
On her back, Harry shifted his hands until he grazed the stem of her wings. The second his fingertips glanced against the base of one fluffy, tightly packed feather, a shudder wormed down her spine. Her breathing stuttered in her chest, a furrow pinching at her brow. From the way he had to keep from smiling against her mouth, she knew he was aware of the effect of his touch—undoubtedly intentional.
It was the easiest way to get her riled up, and that was exactly what he needed for their time limit.
Just as he'd surely hoped, there was a change in the pacing of their kissing. (Y/N) leaned into his touch, anticipating another lingering touch against her wings. Her hands slid over his chest, fingers denting the blocky muscles that made up his body, landing on the shelf of his shoulders. Her fingertips hooked into the solid muscle, clinging to him.
Her heartbeat stutters behind her ribs when she felt his hands shifting on her back. This time, he dared to run his fingers through the feathers, the structure underneath down was grazed by his warm touch. An involuntary moan slipped from her mouth and into his.
Instead of something smug crossing his features, Harry only kissed her harder. His mouth was hot, taking in her sudden pants from his touch.
"Harry?" she murmured, breathless against his mouth. He didn't bother drawing away from her as he hummed, the pillows of his lips dragging over hers. "Do we have enough time?"
This finally had his lips quirking. He nodded his head gently, the tip of his nose grazing her own. "I'll make time."
When she felt his hands drift away from her wings, she wanted to complain. She wanted to whine enough for him to know she didn't like that he was moving on, but that need was quieted when she felt his palm settle on the plush of her thigh. His touch was heavy and warm, denting into the soft skin while the other hooked around her waist in a cradle.
In one fluid motion, he had her on her back with her mouth dropped open in a gasp. Instinctively, she had tightened her grip on him, her legs wrapping around his waist during the roll. By the time Harry was underneath her, her surprise had morphed into laughter, her chest pressed to his as she slumped into him.
"You scared me," she bubbled, shifting in his lap with her knees bracketing his hips.
"Sorry, darling," he murmured with a soft smile, the pitch of his pupils blown wide as he took her in.
Steadying her, he settled his hand on her hips as she planted her hands on his chest to prop herself up above him. She could feel her wings fluff out behind her, no longer confined against the mattress. Harry's eyes followed the span of her feathers, the stretch reaching just slightly wider than her shoulders. He'd told her more than once how cute he thought her wings were—he'd never seen any quite as fluffy as hers, especially compared to his own.
He looked up at her with reverence in his gaze, something adoring and smothering dancing in his irises as he watched her from below. She felt warm under his eyes, her fingers curling in the fabric of his shirt to keep herself from preening like a dove under his attention.
His adoring gaze translated into his soft hands trailing over the curve of her form, his palms warming the ladder of his ribs with his thumbs brushing the sides of her breasts. Even through her dress, his touch elicited a round of gooseflesh to prickle her skin. Her breath lagged in her lungs.
Though time hadn't ever felt like much for (Y/N), seeing as she was immortal, Harry had made her impatient. It'd been a handful of days since the last time they had snuck off to their Pocket, but those days had felt like years to her body without his touch.
The trail of his gaze almost felt tangible, warm and heavy, the longer he watched her.
"What?" she asked, feeling breathless when he ran his thumbs against the swells of her chest.
He didn't bother to pull his eyes from where they lingered on her body, especially liking the way her thighs were split around his hips under the hem of her dress. "Nothing," he mumbled, shaking his head against the pillows cushioned underneath, "Jus' haven't had y'on top in a while. I like it."
She had thought before that greed was the only sin he could inspire in her, but lust was quickly overtaking the top spot. He was right; she didn't usually get a chance to look at him like this. While she loved lying underneath him, at his mercy while he drove himself home between her legs, there was something to be said about the perspective she gained while sitting astride his lap like this.
His hair laid in soft waves against the linen of this pillows, curling towards his face as if a frame for a portrait. His lashes were long and dark, framing his eyes and drawing his prey in at a glance. There was a spray of freckles glancing off the bridge of his nose, faint against the cream of his skin. Though his eyes were dark, there were shatters of green that could be seen if one were close enough to spot the hues. His body was made of strong lines and angles, his jaw, much of the same despite the soft skin of his lips and the gentle way he admired her.
He was the perfect demon—the perfect temptation. If not for the fact she knew what was hidden away, she would have argued he was an angel like her.
"I like it, too," she told him, breathless, "I like it when you look at me like that."
"Yeah?" he prodded, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth when he finally matched her gaze. His hands on her sides drifted down until he met the hem of her dress, taking the delicate material between his fingers. "Can I see more of you then, darling? Promise I'll keep looking at you like this."
Biting back her smile, she drew her hands away from his chest to grab for the hem of her dress. Moving his own hands back, he watched as she pulled her dress over her head, wings tucked against her back with the material drifting over her feathers. The familiar butterflies that came with revealing her body in a way she had never anticipated she would in her angel life flittered through her stomach. Their fluorescent wings flew high enough to glance over the chambers of her heart, feeling just as real as the warmth of his eyes draping over her newly exposed skin. Between Harry's legs, she felt a ridge thicken, pressing into her core with every drawing breath she pulled into her lungs.
Throwing her dress to the floor, her form was left with only a dainty pair of underwear sitting on her hips and a matching bra barely covering her breasts.
Harry's dark eyes seemingly left behind the slight hue of green, instead revealing only pitch black irises that blended seamlessly into his pupils. If any more of his control slipped, the whole of his eyes would match the inky darkness—a sight (Y/N) used to fear that now had her blood pumping.
He couldn't help himself before he had his hands on her once more. His touch was adoring, lingering and warm.
"Y'planned for this didn't you?" he mused, raising a brow when he met her eyes.
"What do you mean?" she asked, canting her head with her teeth sinking into her bottom lip.
"You know," he drawled, his hips shifting underneath her own with a cursory roll, "I thought y'were an angel, and here y'are dressing in lingerie to seduce a demon. How'd y'even get into heaven, hm?"
The way he spoke to her was thrilling in a way that could rival his touch; he made her feel dirty, questioning how someone like the girl in his lap could have snuck into heaven, while touching and looking at her with reverence she could only keen under.
"I thought you liked it when I did this," she countered, her lips tugging into a faux-frown.
"Oh, I do, darling. Can't you tell?"
With that, the slow roll he'd given with his hips morphed into a strong buck against her hips. The ridge she'd felt before was now a bulge, heavy and pushing. Her wings fluttered recalling the last time he had stuffed himself inside her, her legs thrown over his shoulders and tears in her eyes.
The memory had her shifting her hips against his, rolling her core over the bulge she felt in his lap. Harry's breath hitched just as a petite moan hummed from her chest. His hands on her waist tightened, fingertips denting the soft flesh.
"Do that again for me, darling," Harry murmured, his voice a low rumble as if it were a secret only to be shared with her, "Put on a pretty show for me."
Planting her hands on his abdomen, feeling the blocks of muscle underneath his shirt, she steadied herself on him as she began rolling her hips against his once more. The rough texture of his jeans could be felt through her thin panties, both his thickening cock and the seaming of his pants pressing into her clit. Her knees planted on either side of his hips were digging into the mattress, spreading that much wider the more she rocked against him to sink herself onto him that much more. Her wings fluttered behind her, her feathers fanning in a short fluff at her back.
Under her hands, Harry's stomach was tense, muscles densely bunched together. She glanced up at him to find him watching her with hooded eyes, his gaze feeling just as heavy and tangible as his hands on her waist. The sight had her grinding her hips that much harder against his cock, a shiver thrilling up her spine until a breathless moan fell from her lips.
"I could watch you all day, darling," Harry mused, his voice rumbling under her hands as much as it reached her ears, "But, we don't have that kind of time, do we?"
"No," she answered automatically, a whine to her voice as she shook her head. She didn't really feel like thinking about how quickly their time would be cut short.
His hands on her waist slid down until he reached her hips, his grip solidifying until he had her stopped in her tracks. Her fingers curled in the material of his shirt, her bottom lip sinking under the weight of her teeth.
"Get me out, darling."
Maybe it was the deep rumble of his voice, or the steadfast contact of his eyes with hers, but (Y/N) could have melted in that moment. Her lungs squeezed with her heart rattling behind her ribs. It was only when a smug smile tugged at the corner of his mouth that she realized she had lingered too long admiring him.
Unfurling her hands from his top, she fumbled at the waist of his pants. Every shifting of her hips against his lap had her in a daze, making it that much harder to concentrate on following his instructions—something he was well aware of with the way he had his own pelvis rocking upwards as if he didn't know what he was doing.
Pulling down his jeans enough to expose his black briefs, (Y/N) could have breathed a sigh of relief when she was able to hook her fingers in the waist of his underwear. A spray of goosebumps touched at his skin, his cock visibly jumping when she reached for his cock.
His skin was heated, shaft thick with his head leaking by the time she had her fist wrapped around him. Shoving his briefs down enough to pull him out, (Y/N) had her attention stolen and pinned to his cock. The head was leaking and red, a pearl of precum glossing from his slit. She instinctively wrapped her hadn't around his shaft, feeling the ridge of his head under her palm and the pumping of the vining vein wrapped around. A heavy breath shuddered through his chest at the touch. (Y/N) couldn't keep her eyes off of him, lusty adrenaline sparking through her system at the thought that he was in this state because of her.
"You're so cute, darling," Harry said, breathless as he drew her out of her head.
"Huh?" she murmured, tearing her eyes away from his ruddy cock and the shallow pumps she made around his shaft.
If he'd had an answer at the ready, he'd cut himself off as he sank into the mattress with a sigh. The pristine pillow compressed under his head when he threw it back in the preludes of ecstasy.
"Jus' you," he murmured, recovering with his eyes only opening to a slit, "'S always like the first time with, isn't it? Y'always look at me like you've never seen me before—'s cute."
She felt shy all of a sudden, as if she didn't have his cock in her hand. Her wings tucked to her shoulder blades, cocooning her together as if they could shrink and hide her.
"I like you," she told him, "That's all."
"Yeah?" he pressed smugly, his cheeks beginning to flush as (Y/N) just laid her hand on him without offering the relief of her fist, "Jus' like me?"
A bashful tug had her lips curling into a small smile. "I love you."
"That's what I thought."
With that, one of his hands on her waist abandoned post only to land on the back of her neck. His palm was a cuff around the warm skin as he curled upwards and tugged her down in the same sweep. His lips met hers in a warm press, his tongue snaking out with the tip dragging along the full of her bottom lip. She didn't have to think before she was opening up for him, running her own tongue across his to get a taste.
It was (Y/N)'s turn then to get a taste of his pleasure, a moan spilling from his throat and settling on her tongue. Her hand around his cock tightened, the grip snug and clinging. The longer he played with her, his hand tight on the back of her neck as if in fear she would pull away before he was ready, the seat of her panties grew that much more wet. Her toes curled in the bedding at his sides, her free hand pawing at his chest in the lone need to feel him.
Drawing away just enough to speak, (Y/N)'s lips brushed against his own as she whispered, "I-I want to see you, Harry."
"'M here, darling," he answered her simply before attempting to dive back in for more.
"No," she practically pouted, puckering her lips for one more kiss before pleading again, "No, I want more—it's not fair if I'm the only one without my clothes on"
She could feel him smile into her mouth, his hand offering an affectionate squeeze to the back of her neck before he pulled away.
"When have I ever been fair, darling?" he prodded, giving her a raised brow as if he wasn't going to give into each and every single one of her demands.
"You are with me," she countered with a cant to her head.
Something softened in his expression then, as if she didn't have her hand wrapped around his cock. "I suppose I am, aren't I?"
Peeling his shirt off, the material becoming a black puddle on the bed behind her to reveal the tan skin and inked marks covering his musculature.
(Y/N) had heard time and time again throughout her existence how demons could never be trusted, that they were a creation that an angel like her shouldn't taint themselves by even breathing next to. She had been told they were slimy skinned, rows of teeth stuffed in their mouths, with eyes that could pull you straight to hell if you looked into them long enough.
Looking at Harry the way he was now beneath her, she could see why her ancestors would craft such tales; if she had known there were creatures out there that looked the way Harry did, she would have tried to find him the first time she floated from the clouds.
She couldn't help the way her hands drifted up his chest. Her fingers skimmed over his chest, dancing over the butterfly inked on his stomach and he birds up high by his collarbones. There was a flight layer of goosebumps that rose in her wake.
A breathy laugh that fell from his lips brought her attention back to the surface, pulling her gaze to flick up and match his. Amusement floated in his irises, a slight smile on his raspberry lips.
"You're cute," he told her simply.
"I'm not trying to be cute," she answered, a stubborn set to her jaw.
That only seemed to amuse him more, a dimple now denting his cheek as his smile grew. "Right," he drawled, "As much as I love letting y'touch all over me, I don't think we have enough time left for y'to have too much fun."
The reminder was enough to have her mouth fixing into a pout. That wasn't what she wanted to hear.
"Oh, yeah," she answered sullenly, stilling her hands on his shoulders with her body leant over his.
"I know," he said, craning his neck to press a small kiss to the corner of her mouth in a lingerie draw, "Next time we're here, we'll spend all night together. I promise."
A dreamy sigh fanned from her lungs at the thought, her eyes falling closed. It'd been a while since they had been able to spend a whole night in the Pocket together—the last time had left her in love and flying wonky the next day.
She could hear the smile in his voice when he pressed, "Sound good, darling?"
"Mhm," she hummed, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip, "I want that now."
"I know y'do," he murmured, "You'll jus' have to settle for me fucking y'fast, then."
He said it like it was a punishment, as if her heart wasn't in her throat with adrenaline when he flipped her over once more. She was flat on her back, wings cushioned against the mattress when he sunk in between her spread thighs once more. Now, she could feel the weight of the muscles she had grazed her hands over, the width of his form she had been grinding against.
The movement had stolen her breath, leaving her chest heaving as he looked down at her. The intensity was back once more, keeping his irises dark as he glazed his eyes over each and every line of her body. He lingered on the line of her bra, surely pinpointing where her rattling heart was scheduled by her ribs.
"What do y'need from me, darling?" Harry mumbled, the blunt of his nails grazing the soft skin of her stomach as he dragged his hands towards the waist of her panties.
Speaking through her shudder, she shook her head, "No-Nothing—I want you."
Harry looked entirely too smug, the curl on his lips one she recognized even as far back as the first time they met. Back then, she couldn't stand the sight—unsure of how a demon could be proud of anything they did. Now, it was one of her favorite things, knowing she had made him feel proud of himself (at least she liked to think of it that way).
"Y'can have me, darling," he assured her, one of his hands dripping from the waist of her underwear and down between her legs, "But, are y'wet enough for me, or do y'need some help?"
His thumb grazed her clit, her body jumping at the slight touch. She could feel her insides pulsing, grasping for something that wasn't there yet.
"I-I don't need help," she stuttered, pushing her hips against his hand in impatience, "Harry, please. I don't want you to leave before we're done."
A pinch appeared between his brows then as he hooked his fingers into the gusset of her underwear, pulling the material to the side. "I would never leave y'like that, you know that. I'll always take care of m'angel."
As if to prove his point, she watched as he fisted his cock and ran the head along her folds. The air had been seemingly sucked out of the room at that moment, leaving her with a shuddering breath leaving her lungs and eyes fighting to close. She could feel his heavy gaze watching her as he nudged his cock against her pulsing opening, a small tease before he pulled back to slide through her folds once more.
"Y'sure you're ready for me?" he teased, drawing out his words for just a second longer of the torture.
"Harry, please," she told him, sounding a bit pathetic to her own ears though there was no guilt in the act. "I need you."
He loved it when she pleaded with him like that. On longer nights, he would have pressed for more, taken any and every bit of begging she could offer, but she was sure the time limit was in the back of his mind when he didn't continue teasing.
With a fluid push of his hips, he sunk in between her hips. (Y/N)'s lips fell open at the stretch, a moan getting stuck in her throat to leave nothing more than a heavy puff of air falling from her mouth. Harry's gaze was concentrated on where they were connected, his length disappearing inside her. His hand stretching back her panties let go when he bottomed out, his base pressing into her budding clit.
His chest was heaving when he finally looked up at her once more. She could see the boundary of his irises beginning to waver, the black bleeding into the sclera. He was losing control in the most thrilling sense, the idea causing her walls to pulse around his splitting length.
"'S been too long, darling," he told her, voice a low rumble.
"Uh-huh," she sounded, giving a pathetic nod of her head with her hands fisting the bedding at her sides. She wanted so badly to reach for him, feel his skin under her palms, but feared flying away if she let go before she had her head on straight.
"Never gonna wait this long again, 'kay?" Rearing back his hips, he grunted when he pushed through her channel once more.
A puff of air left (Y/N)'s lungs once his hips pressed against hers in a slap, as if he had knocked it right out of her. Settling his hands on the bones of her hips, his thumbs stretched up towards the curve of her waist in a gentle sweeping that opposed the strength of his grip. He held her steady as he curated a fluid pace, knocking the breath out of her each time he sank inside her.
(Y/N)'s breathing came in puffs every time she felt his tip nudge deep inside her, her body being pushed further and further into the mattress. Without his hands on her body keeping her place, she would have hit her head on the headboard by now, she figured, the thought being one that would have made her laugh if not for the fact that she was in the middle of something.
"You're so tight," he gritted out, his voice deep and rumbling through his chest, "Thought y'said y'were ready for me."
"I am, I am," she rushed out, pausing when he gave her a particularly punishing thrust, "I-Its been too long, re-rememeber?"
His hands squeezed her hips that much more at her words. "I know, darling. Gonna have to make this one last then. Can't stretch y'out every time we fuck, can we?"
Mindlessly, she shook her head, willing to agree with any and everything he was saying at the moment. She wouldn't mind him taking the time to stretch her out every time he pulled her to bed, but now wasn't the time to get greedy—she already had his cock rearranging her organs, there wasn't much more she could pine for, was there?
Except for maybe touching him herself.
Not wanting to distract him from his job, (Y/N) unfurled her fingers from the sheets at her sides, reaching towards the thick of his arms. Her fingernails sunk into the skin, leaving small moon shapes that would no doubt still be pink by the time he was having to slip out and meet his friend. She liked the idea, her fingers clenching that much more, that a part of her would remain with him even when they couldn't be together.
Harry was seemingly spurred on by the touch, hips knocking into hers in heady strokes. She was going to have bruises tomorrow, but she didn't care. Her mouth dropped open, small uh's leaving her parted lips in time with every push of his hips.
"Harry, I-I," she started, her voice catching in her throat before she could say much more.
"'M right here, darling, 's alright," he attempted to soothe her though his voice was strained and breathy with every thrust he sunk inside her.
Her mouth was dry by the time she found her voice again, her eyes fluttering to a close. "I—Can—I want to touch—"
That was all she managed to get out before a bubbling moan fell from her lips when he dared to grind against her once bottoming out. Through her taut underwear, he pressed against her clit, her body jumping at the touch.
"But you are touching me," he drawled, bringing her back down as he pulled his hips back.
She knew he was only trying to goad her, get her stubborn and petulant in the way that always made him laugh, but she didn't care. It was going to work, but she would leave her scolding for later.
"You know what I mean, Harry" she argued, peeling her eyes open to find him looking at her with that smug smile as if he wasn't exerting all of his energy into stealing her breath away. "You're being so mean to me!"
"I'm being mean to you?" he repeated, the rhythm of his hips slowing just a hair when he brought the intensity of his gaze to match hers. "You really think that right now, darling?"
"Yes, I do," she whined, now upset by the fact he was slowing down and not letting her touch him. She wrapped her legs around his hips from where he was knelt between her thighs in hopes of spurring him on, feeling the ridge of his length pressing through.
One of his hands on her hips slid up her body, skating over her tummy and between her breasts until he landed on her neck. His palm laid flat on her collarbones with his fingers wrapping around her throat, a slight pressure. His hips worked in shallow thrusts, barely pulling his length out before he was pushing in once more.
"Are you sure?" he pressed, a slight pressure closing in on the side of her throat as he squeezed that much more, "If this isn't enough for you, I can show y'how mean I can really be."
(Y/N) felt her eyes round out as she gazed up at him, her heart stuttering in her chest. Time seemingly stood still in that moment, every detail melting away to leave only Harry in focus.
"Oh my god," she murmured, her voice squeaking through her throat.
A slow smile tugged up the corner of Harry's lips. "No god, darling. Jus' me."
(Y/N) couldn't help but to buck her hips against his, urging him for more. She could feel her walls fluttering around him, her wings at her back struggling against the mattress with their own restless energy begging to fluff out.
Harry kept his hand as an anchoring weight on her throat as he dropped back into the rhythm of his hips, tightening in pulsing squeezes just long enough to have her eyes rolling to the back of her head before lightening up once more. His own control—despite the facade he was offering to (Y/N)—began to waver that much more. His eyes were almost completely black, the inky veins snaking out to envelope the sclera with every punishing thrust. The moment (Y/N) was back on Earth, peeling her eyes open enough, she swore she saw glimpses of his glamor fading, revealing the large black wings shrouding his back.
He was close, that much she was sure of.
"A-are you going to cum?" she asked, voice rumbling under his hand.
Shaking his head, he sunk his teeth into his bottom lip. "Not until you, darling. Angels first."
"But, I can see your wings."
His breathing came in pants. "I know, but you're still finishing first, darling."
Taking his hand off her neck, the ghost of his warmth left behind, Harry wrapped his arms around her middle and pulled her off the bed. Repositioning himself, he knelt on the mattress as he dragged her into his lap. His cock was snug inside her when she settled over his thighs, feeling just that much deeper with the new angle.
Wasting no time, he had his hands stationed on her hips once more, setting a pace for her to bounce on his cock.
"Think y'can fuck yourself like this, darling? Do all the hard work for me?" he murmured, dragging his lips over the same parts of her neck where he had choked her moments before.
"Uh-huh, uh-huh," she answered, a mindless reflex as he concentrated on matching his grip.
Using the leverage of her knees on either side of him, she lifted herself off his cock, allowing his head to stretch through her pulsing walls, before sitting herself back down in a smack of her skin against his. It was a relief to put her hands on him, feeling every inch she could reach. Her palms skimmed over the broad of his shoulders, planes of his back, and the thick of his arms all with her nails following closely behind.
Harry did much of the same, trailing up the curve of her spine until he found the base of her wings. (Y/N) couldn't help but to keen into his touch, back arching through it took everything in her to keep from getting distracted and keep riding him like he had asked.
The first graze of his fingers over her feathers was enough to get her stomach tightening, and mouth dropping into a moan. She could feel him smiling against her neck, too proud over her reaction.
"Always so cute, even when y'don't mean to be, you know that?" he murmured, dotting a kiss just below her ear, "All I've got to do is touch your feathers, and you're done for."
She wanted to say something, tell him that it wasn't that easy, but there was nothing that would escape her lips other than puffs of heavy breath and whining moans.
Rocking his hips up to meet hers, that much more pleasure settled in her stomach. As much as she wanted to argue with him that she wasn't that easy to make cum, there was some truth behind the fact that she was flying towards the finish line with every brush of his fingers and rock of his hips.
"I can feel y'squeezing me, darling," he murmured, dragging his mouth over the line of her jaw in a lingering kiss, "Y'gonna cum for me? Did I finally work hard enough for you?"
Despite the fact he'd asked her a question, there was no way he had been expecting an answer with the way he wiggled his fingertips through the brush of her feathers and coasted along the bony structure underneath. He knew she wouldn't be able to survive that, a long moan choking out from her throat with her stomach too tight to bear.
(Y/N) tried to keep her pacing as best she could—something she couldn't believe Harry was able to do all the time—, but the rhythm was undoubtedly interrupted as she came around him. She could feel every inch of him as her insides pulsed around him, taking in the ridge of his head and the length that had split her open in the first place. His base was pressed heavily against her clit, rivaling the pressure of his fingers dancing through her feathers.
She wanted to be present but the heavens called to her then, the Pocket left behind for a few lingering moments. By the time she was floating back down to Earth, Harry's hands settling on her hips as he lifted her off his cock, the sight before her was enough to get her back to square one, wishing they more time.
Harry's eyes were now completely pitch black, no more white sclera or shatters of green to be seen. His glamour had faded away, leaving the leather stretch of his wings visible, the span much larger than her own as they fanned out around them. The webbing cocooned around them, creating a curtain around her body as if there wasn't enough of him touching her already.
His cock shone in the low light between them, her slick coating him as he fisted the length. It only took a few passes of his hand before his cum blurted out in thick ropes across her stomach.
"Fuck—(Y/N)—I—" Nothing of coherence fell from his lips then, every bit of concentration laid to rest as he watched himself cum on an angel.
A furrow had his brows pinched together, his eyes hooded and dark. His mouth was stagnant in a gape once he stopped trying to speak.
It wasn't until the remaining spurts of his cum rolled down his shaft and his ruddy head was seemingly beginning to stain purple that he pulled his shaky hands away. Using his wings as well as his hands, he hugged (Y/N) to his chest with his softening cock between them. Even with the mess that was beginning to dry on her stomach, he held her tight, pressing hard kisses to her temple and side of her face until he met her lips.
"Y'okay?" he panted to her, the tip of his nose nudging against her own.
"I'm okay," she murmured, wrapping her own arms around his neck.
"Happy?" he asked, just the same as he always did in these quiet moments after the storm.
A small smile stretched over her lips. "Happy."
Gently laying her backwards, Harry kept himself glued to her, wings and all, as they settled among the sheets. Despite the fact he had no discernible pupil, she could feel his gaze traveling over her features and taking her in as he always did. She felt bashful under his eyes, her own wings shyly tucking into her back.
"What is it, darling?" he asked, sweeping a few stray hairs from her face.
"Nothing, just... You."
"Just me?" he countered, reaching blindly for his discarded shirt he'd tossed earlier.
"Just you," she repeated with a breathy laugh, allowing him to wipe his mess away with his shirt. (How he had the courage to clean her up with it knowing that he'd have to wear it out to meet his friend later, she wasn't sure). "How long can you stay?"
Harry's features took on a somber set at her words, just the same as she felt. "Not long, darling. Jus' long enough to make sure y'get to sleep, then I'll have to leave."
"What if I don't fall asleep?"
The smile he gave her told her that he was very familiar with the game she was beginning to play with him.
"Guess I'll have to stay."
Despite the black eyes and leathery bat wings sprouting from his back, the sweet smile and boyish dimples in Harry's cheeks could rival that of any angel in (Y/N)'s opinion.
That was why they worked, she thought as she snuggled closer to him: she brought out the angel in him and he showed her just how fun sinning could be.
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ೃ⁀➷ STRAWBERRY MACARONS — zayne x gn!reader
Zayne creased his eyebrows as he watched you out of the corner of his eye. Framed by the window of the cafe, you were busy snapping photos of the newest delicacies today had to offer. As you did so, he scanned over the desserts with a keen eye.
An apple pie with rich french vanilla ice cream was plated beautifully besides a tiered tower overflowing with succulent berry macarons, chocolate glazed pastries oozing with bavarian cream, and snickerdoodle cookies coated in streaks of sandy cinnamon sugar.
“I didn’t think there’d be so much,” you murmured, setting your phone down finally.
Zayne nodded towards the desserts. “You first.”
You flashed him a smile before reaching for the pastry closest to you. He watched you for a moment. A brief smile tugged at his lips as he watched the crumbs stick to the sides of your mouth.
“Messy as always,” he said with a shake of his head. He was already reaching for a napkin and wiping off crumbs as you attempted to reply back to his comment. His eyes briefly locked with yours, but as quick as it happened, he was just as quick to look away. Your bottom lip jutted out as he finished cleaning you, which only deepened his affection.
“Which one are you gonna try?” you said finally. You were already going back to your pastry and replacing the crumbs he had just wiped off with new ones.
Zayne did another onceover of the tiers before selecting a strawberry macaron. “You know, strawberries can assist in guarding your body against high cholesterol, heart disease, and cancer.”
A laugh escaped your lips and he took a bite of the overly sweet treat. He enjoyed the way your laughter spilled out over the table and into the peaceful atmosphere of the cafe.
“I doubt a strawberry macaron can carry the same health benefits,” you said with a raised eyebrow.
Zayne shrugged. “I suppose not. But it never hurts to try.” He pops the rest of the macaron into his mouth and lets the sugary taste coat his tongue.
At the same time, you skimmed over the rest of the tier with narrowed eyes. “You took the last strawberry one,” you said.
Alongside your observation, Zayne came to the same conclusion. “Hmm, why not try the blueberry one?”
“Does it have the same health benefits as the strawberry one?”
Zayne hesitated to answer, but within another moment his eyes soften as he gazed at you. He leaned a bit closer and pressed a kiss against your lips. It was short and succinct but sugary sweet. The taste of artificial strawberry spread across your tongue from the kiss.
“Do you still want to try it? We can get another order,” Zayne offered. As usual, he returns to his usual demeanor without another suggestion to the affection he’s shown you. You shook your head and, in spite of your movements, Zayne smiled softly to himself.
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breaking the mold
Genre/Tropes: Mutual Pining if you squint very hard.
Summary: Vil has always been cast as the villain. With a new writer working with his club, he learns that not every director will see him that way.
Author's Comments: I wrote something similar to this for another character that was normally portrayed as a villain (2p!America cough cough) so it was kinda funny writing something like this again but I really enjoyed it!! Also, in Epel's SSR vignettes this club apparently doesn't have auditions? Vil just picks someone and is like "you're good" so I put Reader in that same role.
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“For our next play, I’ve opted to let our newest member write it. They’ve proven themselves efficient at directing the stage crew and have shown me various samples of their writing.” Vil announced, locking eyes with you from in front of the small crowd of club members, “Come to the front, director!”
Murmurs swept through the crowd as you jumped up, rushing towards his side with a huge smile on your face. Vil looked upon your smiling face with pride, confident that he’d made the right choice. It only made you more motivated to please him.
“A new member? Writing for us?” someone muttered from the group, “That’s unheard of.”
“You must push boundaries to progress.” Vil responded, “I’ve made my choice. I only hope the rest of you are willing to give them a chance.”
“I won’t let you down!” you proclaimed, standing even straighter in hopes that the club would accept you.
“Let’s try it out. What’s the worst that could happen?” someone else said, “Besides, Vil will still be overseeing everything, Nothing will go wrong!”
Another murmur swept through the crowd as people started to nod. Vil turned to you with a small nod, and you knew exactly what he was trying to say.
They don’t believe you can do it by yourself. Prove them wrong.
👑
The next day, Vil walked into the small room the club had set aside for you. The table was cluttered with papers and pencils, and in the middle of it was you, writing down one last note before you looked up at him and beamed.
“So, how’s the cast list coming along?” he asked, trying to make sense of the messy writing scrawled over the papers nearest to him.
“I’m so glad you asked! I’m planning on casting you as the main character, of course.” you hummed, pouring over the script on the table, “I want to start off my first play with a bang, but you’re also the safest option because of your experience.”
Vil watched you work, scribbling down notes for the plot and little details you wanted added to the set. The passion and personalization you were giving to this production was admirable. Vil often had to remind his fellow club members to do exactly what you were doing when directing productions and designing sets. All of the actors and crew should be represented in their own special ways when on stage.
“Just so you know, I refuse to play a villain role. If you opted to play me in that role, perish the thought. I refuse.” he declared, pulling out the chair opposite of you and sitting down.
He was prepared for a barrage of complaints and reassurance. He was prepared for ‘but you’d do so well!’ and ‘it’s a great opportunity!’ and ‘what do you mean? Do it for the play!’ His agent’s voice echoed in his ears as he waited for your response, and he shook her away.
“Don’t worry, you’re not the villain. Not every hero is warm and soft, you know?” you laughed, shaking your head, “Heroes can be cool and tough too. If I wanted to write something with a wimpy hero I wouldn’t be casting you in the first place.”
You passed him the list of characters from across the table, pointing to the bright HERO title with stars doodled around it. His name was written in your all too familiar handwriting, a little smile stretching across the bottom of his name that used the two i’s as eyes.
“If this is your verdict, I’ll respect it.” he nodded, passing back to list.
“Oh, but you wouldn’t have if you were the villain?’ you snorted playfully, “I’m just kidding. I’m not here to write something cliche and stupid. I’m here to explore a side to heroes that the productions we’ve seen so far don’t want us to see.”
“Elaborate.” he said, lacing his fingers together on top of the table.
“All of the productions I’ve seen in Twisted Wonderland portray heroes as happy and soft and sweet. But heroes need to be smart and strong and resilient, you know? I don’t understand why people think those attributes are more villain-like. It’s like they want their heroes to be joyful and handsome instead of genuinely strong.” you met his gaze and beamed, “Not that you aren’t handsome. Obviously. You know how good looking you are.”
“Flattery will get you nowhere.” Vil rolled his eyes, gesturing for you to continue.
“Right, right. I’ll keep talking, Your Highness.” you snickered, scribbling a few more notes down on the character page, “I actually cast Rook as the villain this time around. I’m sure he’d be thrilled to share the stage with you. Also, doesn’t he have that dramatic villain vibe about him? I figured he’d be able to play the tyrannical king role pretty well.”
“You’re definitely right about that.” Vil nodded, lifting up the set design from your pile of papers, “Is there a particular reason why you chose the mirror to be here, in the corner?”
“Ooooh, I’m so glad you asked!” you nearly leapt across the table to look at the diagram with him, your hand resting on his arm for support, “You see, the tyrannical king ends up trapped in the mirror at the end of the play. I wanted to pay homage to the Evil Queen and her magic mirror while also giving the impression that the king’s punishment is a result of finally being cornered. He spends so much of the play in the middle of the stage, but once the hero and his allies find him he gets backed into that corner with no escape! He’s hidden away from the audience’s view and then the lights go out and boom! He’s trapped in the mirror for all eternity!”
“It’s very hard to come up with an original story, so I don’t blame you for referencing the Evil Queen.” Vil hummed thoughtfully, “However, are you sure the mirror design is your best work? If it’s truly a symbol to pay homage to the Evil Queen, will the audience get that message from this design?”
He handed the design back to you, watching as you poured over it. Your pursed lips slowly lifted into a smile as you jolted back into your chair, scribbling away at the paper once again.
“I got it now! This next one will be the one that knocks your socks off!” you proclaimed, waggling your pencil at him.
“I look forward to it.” he chuckled, leaning over to pat your head before leaving the room with a swish of his cloak.
You shot up in your chair, brushing a hand over where he had touched your hair. He really did know exactly how to motivate people, didn’t he?
👑
“Why did you cast Vil as the hero?” Epel asked, tilting his head as he read through the cast list.
“He’d be a lovely hero. That’s why.” you replied, waiting for the rest of the cast and crew to read over the list.
“That’s…an odd choice.” someone else piped up, “I mean, Vil is more suited to be a villain, you know?”
The group mumbled in agreement, nodding their heads. You furrowed your brow, holding back the twinge of annoyance in your chest.
“Do you want to have a play with a hero that’s soft and gentle? Or do you want a hero that’s tough and reliable? Do you want someone who only focuses on the princess, or a hero that rallies people together? Do you want a hero that nobody cares much about because they’re so vapid and uninteresting, or do you want a hero that everyone will remember because he’s the one that sent chills down their spine?!” you narrowed your eyes as the club listened, allowing you to explain yourself, “Vil is perfect for a hero role. It’s a disgrace that nobody has cast him in that role before.”
The room was silent for a moment before Epel sighed, shrugging his shoulders.
“If that’s what our director thinks, then I agree. They’re pretty convincing too, when they want to be.”
“Thank you, Epel.” your gaze softened as you relaxed, making sure to make eye contact with as many people as you could, “I’m willing to hear your input on this, but I’m not going to put Vil in a role that I think would be ill-suited for him.”
“I think Rook as the villain is a good casting choice.” Someone offered, “We’ve never seen him in a role like that before, but seeing you make that decision has made me curious.”
“Yeah! I know he’s in the science club, but there’s no way he’d pass up a chance to perform with Vil.” you nodded enthusiastically.
“He has no qualms about getting people not in his club to participate.” Epel mumbled, “I miss Spelldrive practice for one of his plays once…if I missed the play he would’ve killed me.”
“You were our main role, Epel. Our leading star. The play would have been ruined if you didn’t show up.” Vil replied, stepping into the room with grandeur.
“Housewarden!” Epel yelped, “How long were you there?”
“Don’t yell. I’ve been here the whole time.” his eyes flickered to yours, gratitude in his eyes, “I heard your discussion about the roles. I’m glad we’re all in agreement.”
“I’ll run them by Rook later.” you shot up out of your seat, gathering your papers quickly, “I still have to finalize that mirror design, and then I’ll show you that too. Let me know what you think!”
“Wait.” he placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, eyes only for you as everyone else filed out, “I want you to stay back for a moment.”
“Hmm? What for?” you asked.
“I want to talk to you. That’s all. Do I need a reason?” he replied, a challenge clear in his tone.
“Of course not, handsome.” you laughed, sitting back down, “What did you want to talk about?”
“I wanted to show you my gratitude.” he began, sitting in the chair beside you, “You have been the only person that has bothered to take my thoughts into consideration. It’s such a simple thing, but since you are the first to show me such thoughtfulness, I feel the need to let you know the impression you’ve made on me.”
“It’s no big deal at all! I just did what I thought would fit you best.” you stumbled over your words, face warming at the praise.
Since when did Vil praise you for silly things like that?!
Amused by your reaction, he laughed. How was one man so pretty? His hair fell into his eyes before he brushed it away, meeting your gaze again. You swallowed thickly, nerves twisting in your stomach.
“I trust you will do your best.” he said, hands clasped in his lap, “I believe in you.”
With that said, he left, leaving your mouth hanging open in shock.
If Vil Schoenheit wanted you to focus, he’d need to stop praising you like that.
👑
The day of the play was fast approaching as you watched over the rehearsals. The costumes had come together a while ago and the set had been built completely. The paint crew was still touching up on little details of the castle and mirror, each golden swirl and apple motif painted with extra care. Some of the club members that had worked on the set even picked up a paintbrush for the production. It warmed your heart to see everyone try so hard for the sake of you and your production. Even Epel came in to work hard when he didn’t have Spelldrive practice, his painted apples shining more radiantly than anyone else’s. Before you knew it, the show was being performed for any NRC students that wanted to attend. You extended personal invitations to all of your friends, making sure Malleus in particular had the date memorized so he could see your vision come to life. Cater had spammed his Magicam feed with promotional posters for the show, and Vil had also done some advertising to a lesser extent. The nerves were starting to settle in as you watched the people file into the theater, the low rumbling of conversation making your stomach do flips. Pacing around, you took deep breaths as your heart pounded. Today was the day of your debut as a director for Vil Schoenheit and the entire Film research Club. You only hoped you could do him and the rest of his club justice.
“You’re up.” Vil said from behind you, resting a hand on your shoulder, “I know you’re nervous, but you’re ready for this. I would not let you walk out on that stage if I didn’t think you were one hundred percent ready.”
“Thank you, Vil.” you smiled, hands shaking as they took the mic from the nearby stand, “I’ll…I’ll go break a leg out there.”
His eyes shone with affection as he offered you a smile, gently pushing you into the bright lights of the stage.
You blinked as your eyes adjusted to the new lighting, a chorus of cheers and whoops erupting from the crowd. Your stomach twisted itself into an even bigger knot as the darkened blurs wriggled and twitched with movement, but you reminded yourself of Vil’s words and breathed deeply.
“Thank you all for coming out tonight!” you said, putting the biggest smile you could on your face.
The sentiment was met with another round of applause and a loud yell of “THAT'S MY BEST FRIEND,” which you could only assume came from Ace.
“Thank you, thank you! Um…” you clutched the microphone tightly as the applause died down, taking in another deep breath, “This is my first time producing a play with the film research club. Being a director has been hectic, but it has also been very rewarding. As you all know, I got to work with the amazing Vil Schoenheit on this project-”
An even bigger applause erupted from the crowd at the mention of his name, to which you responded by looking backstage for him. He was standing just behind the curtain, a smile on his face as he listened.
“I know, I adore him too. He spent hours and hours with me, pushing me to do my best on set design and costumes and storytelling. He wanted me to make this play personal, and because of that, there are bits of him in the story, too.” you stopped to take a breath, the audience silent as you continued, “Thank you all for coming out tonight to support the work we do. Without further ado, I present to you, Poison’s Heir!”
The audience burst into applause again as you rushed off stage, waving to everyone that had come to watch your show.
“You did so well.” Vil whispered as the lights dimmed, “Now go take a breather. I’ll handle the rest.”
“Break a leg.” you whispered back, beaming at him.
👑
The second the auditorium doors were opened after everyone had taken their final bow, you were jumped on by Ace, Deuce, and Grim. A strangled yelp escaped your throat as you begged them to let you go, but they refused.
“You never told me you wrote in your spare time!” Ace yelled, pointing an accusatory finger at you, “I can’t believe you wrote something like that and didn’t tell us! What is wrong with you?!”
“It was really good, Prefect.” Deuce said, looking at you with stars in his eyes, “I’m so impressed, it must have taken so much work to build everything.”
“That’s why you kept sneaking off! That’s why you had all those late nights! Why didn’t you tell me?!” Grim grabbed your leg and shook it vigorously.
“I wanted it to be a surprise!” you yelped, shaking them off, “I’m surprised you guys even came!”
“Of course we did! You always come to my basketball games and I know you go to Deuce’s track meets too! Don’t act like it’s a burden for us to show up!” Ace crossed his arms over his chest and glared, pouting like a child.
“Hello, Child of Man.” Malleus interrupted, appearing behind you unexpectedly, “That was a lovely production.”
“Hornton!” you jumped, placing a hand over your heart, “You scared me! Don’t just teleport behind people like that!”
“But I didn’t.” he mumbled, a confused look on his face, “I just walked up to you.”
“Ah. My bad. I was occupied.” you sighed, smiling at him, “I’m glad you liked it!”
“I brought you this.” he hummed, presenting you with a bundle of orange roses, “I was told by Lilia that directors and cast members of plays often receive flowers after a play as a show of appreciation. He stressed that I should not give them to you before the play, since I would be bestowing bad luck upon you.”
“Dude, we so got one upped!” Ace quipped, but you ignored him.
“Aww, thank you so much.” you gasped, gratefully accepting the flowers from his arms, “They’re beautiful. I’ll be sure to treasure them for as long as they live.”
“Don’t worry, Child of Man. I’ve enchanted them so that they will not die.” he smirked, “You don't even have to water them. Those flowers will remain stationary, halted in time, just like the memory of your first production in my mind.”
You almost cried with how moved you were, but settled for giving him a huge hug. He returned it, holding your gently before he gave you a final smile and moved on.
The next person to throw themselves on you was none other than Cater.
“Hon!” Cater screeched, throwing his arms around you dramatically, “Oh, that was a gorgeous production! I wish I could have recorded it!”
“Thank you so much!” you laughed, wrapping your free arm around him to hug him back.
“Would you mind taking a picture with me? I’d absolutely love a photo of the director themself!” he begged, hands itching to grab his phone and take as many pictures as possible.
“Of course you can.” you pulled away, putting on another one of your director smiles.
Cater whipped out his phone and took a bunch of quick pictures, trying out a few different angles. You felt your crowd pleasing smile grow into a genuine one as your face warmed, feeling all the love all of your friends were sending to you.
“You don’t mind if I post these to Magicam, right?” he asked.
“You ask every time Cater. My answer is always no. I don’t mind at all!” you laughed, thankful he’d go through the effort of checking every time.
“I just want to be sure! I’ll send you the ones I want to post just so you can go through them.” he said, pulling you in for one last hug, “Great job, hon. I’m so proud of you.”
The crowds slowly died down as time went on, and the club was finally allowed the step back into the auditorium. That’s where you found Vil, standing by the doorway in his costume.
“I was waiting for you.” he said, hooking his arm through yours and pulling you away from the group, “Come with me.”
You allowed him to lead you outside into the cool night air. He sat down on a nearby bench and gestured for you to do the same.
“So how many flowers did you get?” you asked, still clutching the orange roses to your chest.
“I received many flowers from adoring fans.” he said matter of factly, “But that’s not what I wanted to talk about.”
“What is it?” you asked, scooting closer.
“Magicam. The production is blowing up.” he murmured, unlocking his phone and pulling up his Magicam feed.
You watched as he scrolled through post after post of happy, celebratory photos, all tagged with #Poison’sHeir. Your heart warmed at the display and the fact that Vil had taken the time to show it to you.
“I dare say your first show was a success. I’m looking forward to the next one you direct.” he chuckled, expression soft and caring, “I’d love to work with you again.”
Pride welled up in your chest at his words, the knowledge that this would not be your last show and that you’d impressed him enough to earn his praise forcing a wobbly smile to bloom across your face.
“Wait…Vil, is that Neige?” you gasped, the laughter catching in your throat as the moment was shattered.
His nose wrinkled in displeasure as he rapidly scrolled away from the post.
“Don’t pay attention to him-”
“Noooo, Vil! I wanted to see his post!”
“Stop trying to take my phone-!”
#auburn's fics <3#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#disney twst x reader#disney twisted wonderland#vil schoenheit x reader#vil x reader#vil schoenheit fluff#neige leblanche on his way to steal vil's love interest#thats a joke#maybe#depends on who you like more ig
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London, Soho, AZ Fell’s Bookshop, 1941
“That’s the trouble with you lot, you tend to see things in black and white. Sometimes, you just gotta blur the edges.”
“Well, maybe there is something to be said for… shades of gray?”
Their glasses clinked.
“Well, shades of dark gray,” Crowley corrected, and the ease crept back into their conversation along with the little correction, leaving the emotional vulnerability under the table, where the photograph rested on Aziraphale's thigh.
“Shades of a very light gray, I rather fancy.” Aziraphale smiled into his glass, preparing for their disagreement to turn into a full-blown silly discussion on color theory. Which it did.
While their aesthetic discrepancies about various shades of gray were being discussed at length and in oral treatises, the angel and the demon were very much on the same page when it came to wine, and the drinking of it. They had not over-indulged, not tonight, but were emptying the bottle between them slowly and comfortably, having settled into a conversation of the same kind. The virtues of mixing colors, all that. It came to them easily, the debating, each fending for the role they had been assigned.
“Of course, take too many colors and you just end up with a sort of brown-gray sludge,” Crowley said now, and made a face. “Bit like the walls of hell.”
This was the wrong term to drop so carelessly, on a night such as this, and the lapis-lazuli dreams of Aziraphale’s mind were washed right down the drain, where they traveled until they turned into a sort of brown-gray sludge and dripped onto the road to hell, which matched the walls in color. Hell, where Crowley had almost ended up tonight, and not to pay a friendly visit with a report card.
“Crowley, what would have… If they’d taken the photograph, what would have happened to you?”
Aziraphale had turned the page and stumbled upon a new chapter of their conversation, pricking himself on the safety pin that kept the messy draft of the novel of Them all in one tidy place. This was uncharted territory, both of their relationship and of his heart. Aziraphale really, really terribly loved a good story with a happy ending. Shame if it were to be cut short, finished before its time. But where was it headed? The proof was in the pudding. (A good kind of sludge, with a more pleasant color.) There were no instructions, not on the pudding box and not in the first and second and hundredth drafts of their millions of stories. Aziraphale was scared, he realized, of the open-endedness.
He looked nervously at Crowley, for a moment, before his eyes flitted away.
“Eehhhh,” Crowley said. “Eh. Dunno. Y'know. Bad stuff. Good at that , they are.”
Crowley wouldn’t answer him, Aziraphale realized. At least not properly. The demon began blubbering away now, about the creativity of hell, trying to work his way back to the topic of colors along the sludgy walls of hell and likely succeeding, but Aziraphale wasn’t really listening anymore.
Aziraphale didn’t say he was scared. He even tried not to show it. He’d shown too much, already, tonight. And look where it had gotten them, all this emotion. They were safe now, yes, but Crowley had risked too much for him today – and too many other days and nights, as well. It was all his fault. And he kept doing it, too, purposely even, sometimes (though not tonight) and it was so terribly selfish of him.
Crowley’s safety was more important to him than anything else.
And he was its biggest threat.
They couldn’t keep doing this. Not after tonight. Not after Crowley had tread on hallowed ground for his sake; after Crowley had held a gun to his face, shaking, pleading no; after Crowley had almost gotten dragged down to hell for trusting an angel. Not after Aziraphale had realized that he– how much Crowley meant to him, and how much losing him would tear a hole into the very fabric of his being. Not the loss of his corporation – though that was its own kind of terror and a cause of many past nightmares – but the loss of him, Crowley, his very being. No more Crowley ever again, not in this body or any next. The thought had been so terrifying he'd rejected it immediately, and shut it away, but it was back now, a monster not constrained by drawers or cages of the mind. He'd realized there was no Aziraphale without Crowley, not really. And he couldn’t imagine it. But to keep him safe, to truly keep him safe–
“It’s getting awfully late. Maybe you should leave, now.”
–he needed to stay away.
“Eh?”
“I said it’s late, and I’m ti– tired… and– you should probably leave. We’ve spent– too much time together, today, have we not?” He tried to laugh, nervously, and Crowley furrowed his brows.
He got up anyway, abruptly and a little stiffly. “If that’s what you want, angel.”
It’s not what I want at all. “Yes.”
Aziraphale got up, as well, pushing his chair into the table and following Crowley to the door. The demon was walking briskly, but stopped short before reaching the exit. Aziraphale came up to his side, looking torn, and lifted a hand as if to hold him. He, too, stopped short before making contact. Let it drop.
“Angel,” Crowley started, but obviously didn’t know where to go with the words. What’s going on? The sudden change had thrown him off, and yet he was beginning to realize, slowly, what might have caused it. The worry in Aziraphale’s eyes was telling.
“I can’t have you risking your life for me,” Aziraphale said now, very quietly.
Crowley exhaled through his nostrils. We’ve both been risking our lives for each other for a very long time , he wanted to say. Wonder why that is? He said nothing. He didn’t want to think about the answer to that question, either.
Aziraphale looked at him, and there was something in that look, in that god-unforsaken gaze , that tore at Crowley’s insides, and he leaned forward: just a bit. And Aziraphale didn’t draw back. They stayed like that for a moment entirely too long for it to mean anything but one thing, but neither closed what little distance remained between them.
It was Crowley who turned away.
“Good night, angel,” he murmured, and Aziraphale only registered the sound of the little door bell as the Bentley was already roaring to life.
He stood there, alone, for several more moments, grappling with what had not happened, before he returned to the back room, where the photograph lay on the table, mocking him and his silly little human feelings. He didn’t want to look at it.
He should destroy it. Wasn’t that the right thing? The only thing? But Crowley’s absence hurt (already, already it hurt) and... what if he followed through and kept him at an arm’s length? What if nights like these were no longer possible? At least not until things had cooled down, one way or another. A few decades, maybe.
But he couldn't do it. Couldn’t bear it.
He pocketed the picture, carefully, in his waist coat. He suddenly felt like crying. Instead, he wandered into the shop, sat down at his desk, and opened a book. Paradise Lost. How wonderfully ironic.
He kept reading until dusk, and longer still, and when the little bell chimed again, announcing a brave and forlorn customer, Aziraphale slid the photograph between the pages, and closed the book, and got up with a smile.
#good omens#ineffable husbands#good omens fanfiction#my tiny take on 1941#(this is part of the new chapter of Meanwhile but posting it as a standalone too)#my writing#inefficable
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[ 21 : 13 ] - csc
content : bf!cheol x gn!reader ; fluff , comfort , drabble ; 0.6k words
warnings : pet names (cheol uses the term 'baby') , sick reader
- you come back home after a long day of work while being sick, seungcheol comforts you.
an : its my first time posting here! im sick atm and all i can think about is soft cheol :(
[ 21 : 13 ]
finally getting home after a long day of work while being sick was the last thing you thought would make you cry. but how could you not? you were working for hours with your head pounding and your nose was stuffy enough to make you sit embarrassingly in the office while sniffling through the silence. in fact, coming back home was just what you needed, coming home to seungcheol who was sitting in the dark, watching a random tv show, his silhouette being all you could see from the entrance of the house.
‘y/n?’ he called out, slightly turning around to face the door which you have just come through, revealing his messy blonde hair and his soft smile that you could barely make out through your tears. putting down your bag, you manage to blurt out the words, ‘im home’ but with enough sadness in your voice for seungcheol to notice something was wrong.
his posture immediately fixed as he sat up, turning fully around to look at your figure that was standing still, so helplessly. ‘baby..’ he muttered worryingly. ‘come here…’
and as his words left his lips, you followed so slowly, moving closer to the couch and silenced tv (which seungcheol turned the volume off of when you walked in), and of course, your boyfriend. you dropped your body on the couch next to him and didnt dare to look him in the eyes, instead, keeping your focus on the fine details of the coffee table and half drunken tea which seungcheol must have forgotten about.
your boyfriend knew that you were having a hard time at work, all the days you came home and practically passed out on the floor were enough to have his heart hurting just at the sight of you, but he wasnt aware just how bad it got. he has been busy with work and you were too shy to admit that you were now also having a fever, you didnt want to burden him, especially after hearing him complain about his tiring dance practices or his busy schedule he has been having due to a new comeback they were preparing for.
‘y/n, are you okay?’
you could hear his shaky sigh as you didnt respond and instead burst into tears once more, this time not being able to hide your weeps. instead of forcing a reply out of your tired body, he just hugged you, so, so tightly. so warmly, that all the words he wanted to say were shown through the embrace. so carefully, as if you were the most precious thing in the world to him (you were).
realistically, you knew that seungcheol loved you so much that he would do anything to take care of you. he would delay his practices or call in sick, he would make you all the tea you could ever ask for and rush to be the first in the pharmacy to pick up any medicine you needed. you knew that he would tuck you into bed and stay by your side as long as you wanted him to, all just to help you. he loved you, and that was the truth, you knew it was, but you truly didnt want him to worry, for you to become a chore, even though you were aware that would NEVER happen.
‘your cheeks are burning up’ he whispered as he gently pressed his cold hand against your right cheek, his thumb caressing it slowly, wiping the tears away. all you could do was give a weak cough as you continued to rest your head against his cold palm. ‘are you sick? oh baby… you shouldve told me.’ he scolded quietly, but immediately gave you a concerned smile as he looked into your puffy eyes. ‘lets get you into bed, hm?’
#seventeen#choi seungcheol#seungcheol drabble#seungcheol x reader#scoups#seungcheol#svt#svt x reader#seventeen x you#seventeen fanfic#seventeen x y/n#seventeen x reader#sos im going insane#HES SO PERFECT#fluff#seungcheol fluff#seventeen fluff#comfort#yoonsdoll#laura : drabbles !#laura : writing !
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dandy
They go to five different shops and still nothing. Ron suggests and then insists they break for food, which Harry allows because the next shop is in France and even if he pushed his fringe aside and they managed a last minute international Floo with no reservation, it still doesn’t open for another hour.
Across the tiny bistro table at Hera’s, the posh little cafe off Diagon that both of them hate, Harry’s halfway through writing back to Pansy for the fourth time this morning. Ron, with a mouthful of his second inexcusably expensive mini breakfast roll, says, “Is it really that big of a deal?”
Harry blows out a lung and half’s worth of air, considering that response enough and folds the note up, shoving it towards the owl waiting at the open windowsill. It shouldn’t be this hot for early June. He woke up sweating, if he’s being honest, due to a couple of reasons. One of which is currently filling his stomach with lead, which reminds him of the small box in his pocket, resting against his thigh which is the reason and somehow also lead - getting the hair potion is the simpler task to focus on.
“How about just doing a date night in a week or something?” Ron manages to sound almost like he believes it. He works innocently through another bite of sausage, bacon and egg but the smirk manages to leak through.
“Yeah. He’d love a quiet, no-fuss thing on his lunch break, maybe. It’s not like he’s one for details or drama or anything like that.” Harry belatedly notices the owl still there, staring at him, and bargains with a messy three-quarters of his already quite small pastel de nata, shooing it away once it accepts the bribe. Pansy’s in charge of the fireworks and she’s being a complete wanker about it.
Maybe that isn't fair - he’s very tired. Harry hadn’t actually woken up today as much as eventually conceded that it was morning after a full eight hours of staring at the back of his own eyelids. Next to him, Draco, however, had slept like the fucking minister of sleep, like an angel that was born only to dream and look really docile and soft and comfortable or whatever other kind of thing slept well - Harry doesn't know, he's too knackered for the metaphor.
Just before bed, Draco checked the post and grumbled that the fancy hair potion he'd ordered last week hadn’t shown up and then Harry’s entire plan for today had begun its slow-motion avalanche. It’s bordering on a real disaster, at this point, though he can’t really tell if the feeling is actually big or it's the enormity of the day itself making everything feel huge. He drinks a hurried mouthful of coffee and leans over a little, staring through the window like that might summon the owl back quicker.
“Do you think it matters that much? Like, in terms of the whole plan, d’you think he really cares about getting the shampoo he likes?”
“Not sure if you’ve met him.” Harry says, not taking his eyes off the empty street, the view from the window. It just feels like the owl could come back faster this way, and once the fireworks and the semi-legal aura-borealis-in-a-bottle are all confirmed, he can relax even just a single molecule more. “But he’s sort of like a really finicky breed of show cat. That I live with.”
Ron supplies, “And, that you shag.”
“And, that I shag.” Harry smiles.
“That you’re gonna marry.”
The smile stretches, dangerously close to huge. “That I’m going to marry.”
“I think, who cares about the shampoo, then.”
“I care.” Upending his glasses, Harry digs a knuckle into one eye, like he can push back the exhaustion and heart-obliterating anxiety and whatever other massive, wonderful, terrifying feelings linger all over, brimming just under the skin. “It’s not about the hair potion thing, though he is like, one Victorian petticoat thing away from going full dandy." Harry pushes a hand through his hair, looking back at Ron. "There's no way's he gonna say no, but it’s just... worth doing. Not to convince him, but. He notices stuff like this, all these little things, which makes me notice more little things, which makes the whole world feel like it's got more to it, like it's deeper or fuller or something and it's because of him that I-”
“Okay, save it for the vows, Merlin.” Ron pops in the sixth and final mini roll and stands up, chewing and thoughtful. He checks his watch, all in, Harry’s best fucking man. The best man. “Percy should be behind his very important department of transportation desk by now. We can bully him into getting the Floo authorization for bloody Paris, and still be back in time to meet Ginny at the bakery to get the cakes off to Wiltshire before your future husband even wakes up and wonders where you've gone off to.”
“Future husband.” Harry repeats and Ron's grin is wildly contagious.
Or maybe it's been idling in him even through the sleepless night, because he actually couldn't wait for today and today could hardly wait for him. Standing, he finishes off the coffee and runs a nervous, ready hand over his pocket. Inside, a weightless thing made enormous because it's the whole rest of his life, eager to arrive.
for day 27 of @microficmay
#microficmay2024#drarry fanfic#drarry fic#drarry#drarry microfic#these are so unbeta'd and i'm editing with my eyes a little closed#i keep coming home from work like 'i'll do two quick paragraphs' then there's a major betrayal enacted by my own two hands#i actually am in fact the one who is too knackered for the metaphor
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roommates. a jebe series
part pre one two three
summary: moving in with your (really attractive) uni friends..nothing too crazy can happen, right?
contents: plenty of suggestive/sexual content ! mdni read and tune in at your own discretion !!
word count: 2.1k (yay^^)
it was your fourth year of uni and you just transferred schools after a little incident happened last year that forced you to move. it was like a fresh start-- except you still had to go to class. (lol no shit)
you were angrily storming toward your first class of the day since you had already taken this class but of course, the credits didn't transfer so you had to retake it. huge waste of time.
you sat down in the closest desk to the door and tossed your bag on top of it, leaning back against the chair and crossing your arms in annoyance. you felt some eyes on you so you glanced over and caught a boy looking at your curiously. you normally would have snapped at him for staring, but he was pretty hot-- his messy brown hair fell over his forehead in his cute, slightly overgrown bowl cut and smiley eyes contrasted nicely with the sharp cut of his jaw and his large hands. you slid your eyes over him top to bottom, letting them linger on the way his shirt stretched across his shoulders. you looked back up at his face to meet his gaze and his eyes widened briefly before he looked away quickly, a little blush creeping onto his cheeks. you turn to front wordlessly, looking away from his with a small smirk on your face.
you had shown up to class hoping that this professor didn't have a strict attendance policy, and to your luck, he does. fuck. you rolled your eyes as your classmates passed the sign-in sheet around, and zoned out for the rest of class.
when the class was over you grabbed your bag, slinging it over your shoulder and headed for the door. you had forgot to get coffee beforehand, so you decided to head to the nearest cafe. you felt like someone was following you as you headed down the sidewalk and you threw a glance over your shoulder to see that same guy from class a few steps behind you. his big eyes widened when you looked at him and he looked away from you but you narrowed your eyes and stopped walking, waiting for him to catch up.
he looked like he was panicking, not sure if he should stop or pass you. "you following me?" you asked, tilting your head.
"no! i just... wanted to go get coffee before my next class," he said quickly.
you hesitated a moment, suddenly feeling silly for being on the offensive. "oh. i was going to get coffee too..i'mm kinda new to town and i get anxious in unfamiliar places-- should we have coffee together?" you offered. he blinked in surprise.
"oh! yeah okay sure!" the two of your began walking again, next to each other this time, and headed toward the coffee shop. you each brought your own drink and then you sat down together at a small table. you couldn't help but judge him a little for getting a fancy blended sweet coffee drink, while you had a black iced americano.
"so are you a music production major too?" he asked, sipping his drink.
"no, i'm taking this class as an elective. i'm kind of annoyed actually-- i already took it but the credits didn't transfer. i mean it'll be easy now, but it's still a bit annoying," you complained.
"oh. that sucks." he replied, frowning. you shrugged.
"it's whatever. you know what would make it better though?" you asked, raising an eyebrow at him.
"what?" he asked, sipping from his straw and blinking at you innocently.
"if you would write my name on the sign-in sheet for me if i'm ever not there," you replied sweetly.
"we're not supposed to do that though..."
you pouted, looking at him through your lashes and slipping a hand up to toy with the neckline of your shirt. "oh...i guess you're right. thanks anyway."
"i mean-" he said quickly. "it's just that i would have to know what your name was first before i could write it."
you smirked, then pulled out a small piece of paper and wrote down your full name, jotting your phone number under it. then you stood up and handed it to him. he read your name and then looked up at you when he noticed your number. he tilted his head as he read it again.
"your name is--"
"don't call me that," you cut, pointing at the paper. "i go by y/n."
"okay! y/n it is" he said quickly, his cheeks going pink. you had to stop yourself from continuing the conversation-- you were going to be late to your next class. and so you tore your attention away from him somewhat begrudgingly.
"text me your name," you said as you turned away, flashing him a smile over your shoulder as you left the shop. he watched you go with his lips parted slightly in shock and then quickly pulled out his phone, typing your number in and shooting you a text right away.
unknown: hi :0
me: who is this?
unknown: oh sorry lol
unknown: i was supposed to text u my name
unknown: it's taerae!
me: cool :)
you saved his number and then silenced your phone, not really caring if he had said something else after that at the moment. you shoved your hands in your pockets and headed to your next class.
--
you were sitting in the coffee shop working on an assignment from another class when your phone went off.
taerae: hey u comin to class?
you frowned at your phone. who the hell is taerae? you thought. you glanced at the clock, remembering which class your were skipping. oh! music production boy! a smile crept to your face at the thought of him again.
me: no i can't make it today
taerae: did you want me to sign the paper for you?
me: yes please!
you set your phone down and went back to work. about an hour later you felt someone standing over you and you pulled you headphones off and looked up. there was the boy from that class. you blinked at him.
"yes?" you asked. he sat down, sipping his fancy coffee and frowning his cute, pink lips pouting around his straw.
"you said you couldn't make it to class. i thought you were sick or something," he mumbled.
"yeah...what i meant was...i'm not going back to that class. it's a waste of my time." you mumbled back, returning your gaze to your laptop.
"oh. well...the professor assigned homework." he said, looking at you.
you groaned. "ugh, seriously?" you complained as he opened his backpack and pulled out his notes. he took a picture of where he had written down the assignment and set it to you.
"here you go " he said with a little smile.
"y/n-ie" you replied absentmindedly as you opened your phone to check the picture. he perked up a bit at the thought of calling you in a cuter way.
"i can call you y/n-ie?" he asked cutely. you looked up from your phone at him, unable to keep yourself from smiling a little at his happy face.
"hm? oh yeah. you're my music production class buddy, of course you can" you said. he grinned back.
"okay! well um...i'll see you later y/n-ie"
-
you were lying on your bed at home, tuning out the sound of your roommate slamming doors by cranking up the volume on your headphones. you had just finished up the assignment for your music prod. class and you sighed, thinking you had better go to class and hand it in the next day. unless...
me: hey
taerae: hi y/n-ie!!
me: can we meet up before class tmr? wanna see u :3
taerae: ofc just lmk!!
you were so tired and your roommate was really stressing you out. your really hated this apartment, but it had been the only thing available when you moved to town. you sighed and went to bed.
--
you sat at the cafe sipping your coffee and staring at your laptop, feeling stressed about your course load and your living arrangement. you had no way to get your stresses out these days, considering you knew no one in town and that your favorite stress relief activities were best done...with others.
you eyes slide to the door when taerae came into the shop, accompanied with another boy today. he was the same height as taerae, and something about his perfect skin, messy blonde hair, and sleeper-built body screamed daddy. the smiley brunette boy made you feel dominant, but his handsome friend made you feel small and as the two of them approached you, you shook your head against the warring sides of yourself, trying not to get overwhelmed.
they were talking as they came in and taerae seemed to look at his friend in awe, hanging on every word out of the man's mouth. taerae said something that made the other laugh and it took up his whole face. his huge smile make his eyes scrunch and flush appear in his round cheeks. it was nice to look at, and it seemed contagious as taerae smiled as well. he gave you a little wave and his friend glanced at your curiously before they got drinks. once they both had coffee-- taerae with his usual fancy one and his friend with a plain cup, they came to your table.
"hi y/n-ie! why did you want to meet?" taerae asked cheerily, sitting down next to you. his friend took the seat across from you and you couldn't help but glance at him only to find his dark eyes on your as well. something about the man's cutting gaze made you shy and you looked away quickly. digging in your backpack to avoid looking at him.
"i...wanted to give you this," you said. pulling out your assignment and handing it to taerae.
he looked at it for a second and then undersood. "oh, you want me to hand it in for you?" he seemed like he wasn't thrilled about the idea, so you turned your full attention to him, slipping your hand casually onto the table and placing your fingers lightly over his. he looked up at your in surprise at the tough, and you blinked your eyes at him quickly.
"please?" you asked him sweetly, letting your lips pout into a tiny frown as you did so. he swallowed and looked away.
"y-yeah sure," he murmured, a tiny blush on his soft cheeks as he took the assignment from you and tucked it into his notebook. your eyes glanced to his friend again and you caught him smirking and looking slightly impressed at your actions as you slowly retracted your hand from taerae's, trying to keep yourself from blushing under his gaze.
"thank you" you said, smiling.
"of course y/n-ie"
-
after class, you were still at the cafe, scrolling through your phone and ignoring the paper you were attempting to write. taerae shuffled back into the shop, looking annoyed.
"hey," you greeted him, setting your phone down. "what's up?"
"the professor assigned more work today. and i don't think i did the first one right anyway. i'm not getting this class," he mumbled, pouting.
"let me see." he passed you the notes and you pursed your lips. "i guess i could help." i remember this from last semester."
he perked up. "really?? do you want to come over and go over it with me this evening?"
he was cute. you smiled to yourself. "yeah, sure bub" you said.
he blinked at the affectionate name and then looked down shyl. he suddenly seemed to remember something. "oh yeah- um. i have six roommates so. sometimes my house is a little loud," he told you, cringing.
"well i live in a tiny apartment on campus and my roommate is literally crazy. so whatever you've got can't be that bad." you looked at him for a moment, remembering how flustered his friend had made you earlier. "hey that guy from this afternoon...."
"oh matthew? he's one of my roommates! he said you were cute when we left," he said wiggling his eyebrows at you. you felt yourself blush immediately and taerae burst into giggles at the sight. then he frowned, "i think you're cute too," he pouted.
you scoffed, your blush immediately fading. "you don't get to call me cute, you're the cute one" you told him, winking. now it was his turn to blush.
"w-wait you think i'm cute?" he asked, his eyes wide.
adorable, you thought. "whatever. text me your address." you said, right before trying to refocus on whatever you were just working on.
#zb1 smut#sung hanbin smut#kim jiwoong smut#zhang hao smut#shen quanrui smut#kim gyuvin smut#zb1 fics#kpop smut#zb1 hard hours#zb1 x reader#zb1 au#zb1 imagines#oh2z
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to you, my lover.
in which, shinonome akito surprises his favourite writer.
contents. shinonome akito x gn!reader, just fluff really, <- might've ruined it with an attempt of crack, unproofread and messy bc i can't think properly anymore
a/n. this was supposed to be my birthday fic, i didn't finish it in time and was considering deleting but nah not today
You're tired. Really tired.
It's not a complaint, being permitted to stay out late to celebrate your birthday, now returning on a long yet peaceful and empty train ride. With the occasional rattling, it was silent, with the exception of your tired breathing and the rustle of your clothes every time you shuffled around a bit.
And your boyfriend.
Arms crossed and back leaned against his seat, his eyes remain shut, resting a bit after such a long day. Fatigue pays a visit to you as well, a yawn claws out of your throat, earning an immediate reaction from Akito.
Arm snaking behind your head, he pulls you in by the shoulder, making sure you rest comfortably against his. You snuggle against him, the scent of his cologne makes you crave more of him and his touch. The jacket that was once resting on his lap is thrown over you, and carefully he adjusts it, without moving his shoulder.
"Tired?"
You nod, resting your eyes a bit.
"If you're able to stay awake, I want to give you my gift."
"Excuse me?" As if you weren't ever exhausted in the first place you sit up, staring at him with confusion. "Akito, you bought me pretty much every book on my 'to be read'. Not to mention the promise rings too." Your glance at the silver wrapping around your finger, amber and saffron imbedded into it. "I told you so many times I didn't need anything, let alone something that would've costed so much."
Akito shrugs casually. "There's no such thing as 'too much' when it comes to you."
"And there's a thing called being financially irresponsible..."
"I'm managing my money carefully, I swear." He pledges with breathless laughter. "I assure you it wasn't expensive, I promise. I'm going to give you the world when I go professional, anyways." He fishes for something out of his bag, something small and wrapped with colourful paper.
"This feels like a book." You comment instantly, it's easy to identify when you've received so many for your birthday.
Akito shrugs again in response. "Check it, then."
You oblige to his words, unwrapping the package in a manner that didn't make a mess on the train. Your guess was correct, it is a book. Only this time with an unrecognisable title and author— it didn't have either. It was white, with nothing else.
"Who's the author?"
Another shrug, and you decide not to bother asking anymore questions. You turn to the first page.
Table of contents. This time you recognise the titles.
Because they belong to none other than you.
"You printed it out all of this?" You've re-read your writing constantly, whether it be proof-reading or trying to figure out how to elevate your prose. But when it's in your hands in the form of a book instead of the words you type up on your laptop, it feels surreal, maybe even a bit wrong. It's everything you've sent and shown him, whether it be fan fiction, attempts at poetry, extracts of screenplays, or snippets from future novels you plan on publishing.
"'Course I did. You love books, I love you and your writing." Akito says it all the time, always being the first person to read your works, sending a plethora of text messages about his thoughts on them.
You inspect the contents of the book, and as he said it's all your work. But, pale highlighter adorns the pages, black ink decorating in between lines, hearts and even more words committed to paper.
The imagery here is gorgeous here. I love these words especially ->
Although I can't and don't, I feel like I can relate to this character, the way you express their internal thoughts and actions makes me feel like I've become them
Why is he so adorable?? The dialogue is so sweetly comforting.
I think this one's my favourite. It was super cute. Short and simple but enough to make me smile all day.
You turn to another story, this one with a darker premise.
SHE DESERVES BETTER !!
This hurts so much ╥﹏╥ Internal monologue is a 11/10 (as always)
Uh oh...
PLEASE HAVE MERCY
SCREW YOU SHE WAS SUPPOSED TO HAVE A HAPPY ENDING
This one's my new favourite. Thanks for making me cry
(my tear stains) Small arrows point towards (formerly) wet patches on the page, the evidence left there shocks you.
"You actually cried? And annotated your tears?" Not once, but multiple times, on each work that connoted anything sad.
"Love, your writing, just like you, makes me feel a lot. It's not often I cry, you know." He leans in to kiss you on the cheek. "Hope my annotations did it some justice."
Each comment makes you smile irresistibly, whether it was a serious paragraph breaking down and analysing specific moments or 'someone cooked here.' being scrawled. No details were missed by him, ones that you assumed were too subtle and therefore unnecessary because no one in your comments noticed them.
"You noticed all of this? None of my friends or readers did."
"Of course I did. I've read everything over and over again and love you too much to miss any of those details."
"And every note at the end is synonymous for 'new favourite'." It's not a complaint, it's quite adorable really, watching him struggle to make up his mind. "You even compiled your favourite quotes at the end? You think my stuff is quoteworthy?"
"How could I not? Heck, I don't think an anthology is enough. I need it tattooed somewhere on me." A gasp severs his words. "I know exactly what I'm going to do on my eighteenth birthday."
"Don't. Think about it." But the prospect of him loving your prose enough to permanently etch it into your skin makes you smile. "But seriously. This is beautiful, thank you." You're not sure why it feels so different, despite Akito always texting you these sorts of comments. Perhaps it was it's physical manifestation that had evoked so much emotion.
"I remember, when I first opened up to you."
And so do you. It was certainly awkward, with a plentiful amount of tears and uncertainty. But in the end you found yourself comprehending Akito and his character more, which was worth any sort of unpleasantries.
"You ended up analysing every song I covered or wrote. And you still do. I kept those notebooks with me, and read them whenever I felt worried. It's you. You're the reason why I can listen to recordings of myself without wanting to hide. Took me a while, but without you I wouldn't've achieved it."
You peer up at him, as he gazes at the train's roof, reminiscing those memories. You had contemplated for so long, wondering whether that act would've truly done anything, whilst worrying about embarrassing yourself. Now, being able to admire the peaceful expression he wore, you can easily say you have no regrets.
"I wanted to do the same for you. I didn't like how you weren't able to see the perfection your writing held." Akito's hand reaches for yours. "I know what it's like. To hate your own art because of what other people say and growing fearful of another's opinion, or how subjectivity doesn't seem to be in your favor. It's suffocating, that's why you mean the whole world to me for freeing me of that insecurity." He bites his lip, a method he relies on to quell any strong emotion.
He's spot on. The words of others are equally as capable of hurting as they are uplifting. It's common advice to not heed any mind to others, but when it comes to writing it always felt necessary to you. No matter how well you wrote to satisfy yourself, it didn't mean anything if no one else liked it; it meant no sales, meaning no money, which only meant that writing was an invalid career for the future unless it pleased others.
Even if it weren't a professional pursuit, it doesn't feel like something one can establish its value, at least, not without the validation of others.
"You were the lens I needed to see the beauty in myself. And I want to be the one you need."
You smile, planting a kiss on his lips. "Think you already are."
Akito sighs with a grin, "Then, I can die happy now."
A playful, gentle, slap hits his shoulder. "Quit being so overdramatic."
"What? Would've been a waste if the best author in the entirety of human history didn't get to see how amazing them and their writing were."
"Now you're just hyperbolising everything."
He pokes you in the cheek. "I see you smiling."
"Because of how ridiculous you are." You thank the train for being empty tonight, otherwise you wouldn't have the freedom of quarreling. "You're an idiot. Sometimes."
"And I still think having one of your quotes tattooed onto me would be a good idea."
Akito's persistent, even when it came to things that appeared to be mere jokes. "That's so random—? No you're not getting any of my writing tattooed onto you."
"Fine, but left pec or right pec?"
"Oh my god." Though you scold him, the rest dissolves into breathless laughter, as he pulls you in for a hug.
He scatters kisses all over your face, as you savour the warmth of his body. "Happy birthday, love."
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Coffee For Cuties (Genshin Impact)
Pairing: Thoma x m!reader
Word Count: 1.9k
A/N: Thoma <3
The coffee shop near your house was overpriced. The coffee tasted as if it was stale and the only good thing was the pretty blond boy that smiled at you every time you came up to the counter. If it weren't for him, you would have left this place a long time ago. You sat at the table in the far corner. The seat by the window perfectly faced the counter so you could watch him as he worked. Totally not creepy at all.
Thoma was his name. It was on his name tag with a picture of a poorly drawn (but still cute) dog. After the first week of going there, you two had bonded. Shy and quick small talk was the only thing you could manage. You had learned bits and pieces of information about each other. He was a senior in college. He never really said his major, but he did reveal that the coffee shop wasn't his only job. He only worked the most hours here because his best friend, Ayato, owned the shop.
"Staring at him again?"
Ayato was a menace, to say the least. He set down your cup of coffee as you looked up at his smirk. Your eyes narrowed and you slid the coffee closer to yourself. You thought Ayato would at least be considerate about your crush towards Thoma. Instead, he opted for teasing you about it and consistently threatening to tell Thoma your feelings.
"Thank you for the coffee."
Ayato leaned against the table. "You know, you should just confess."
You rolled your eyes. "Why?"
"Because…" He leans even closer to you, his breath brushing against your ear. "I need entertainment."
"So instead of helping me, you're just going to watch?" You sigh and look at him. "You can at least tell me if he likes guys."
"I am helping. Just look at him! That's someone who's jealous."
Your eyes flitted to where Thoma was trying not to look over to where you were sitting. He was rubbing down the counter with a rag. When he looked at you, he turned. Ayato laughed as he saw your expression. His hand tapped your nose.
"You're welcome."
Before you could ask how in the hell that helped your situation, he left. You watched as Ayato walked behind the counter. Thoma asked him a question, causing Ayato to giggle and then shake his head. That bastard then went to the back, leaving Thoma with a defeated gaze. He refused to even look your way.
"Damn it."
You could've gone over there. You should have . But it wasn't so easy. If this were some romance novel, you'd swallow that anxious lump in your throat and get up. You two would talk, have a laugh over how stupid Ayato was, he'd ask you out, and then you'd waltz into the sunset holding his hand. Hands that you spent an indecently long time staring at as he expertly used the espresso machine. Hands that you wanted to-
No. This wasn't the time. Now was the time to sulk over how pathetic you were. Thoma had never shown signs of interest in you. He was a nice guy. That was like, his default mode. He was probably nice to everyone . You were just a customer, after all. If anything, he probably thought you were a weirdo that came around too much.
"Uhm…"
Your eyes focused on the blurry image in front of you: Thoma was rubbing his hands nervously, his face turned away from you. It wasn't often you got to see his full frame. The white apron he wore was tied snuggly against his waist. A black shirt with the coffee shop's logo hugged his lithe muscles perfectly. His blonde hair was slightly messy, a headband keeping it at bay as a ponytail rested perfectly on his shoulder. God, he looked like a divine being whose sole purpose was to serve the best coffee.
"Hi…uh…hi." You wanted to slap yourself in the face. Was now the time to really clam up?
Thoma turned towards you. He wasn't smiling. "About you and Ayato-"
You scoffed. "Me and him? What about us? First of all, there is no us . We're just friends, if that's what you're thinking. Well, maybe not even that? He's kind of a nuisance. Don't you think so? I mean I don't even know how you deal with him."
"That's not what I wanted to say."
"What?"
"I just wanted to ask if you're ok?"
"Huh?" Your eyes shift over to Ayato who had revealed himself from his evil cave. He had his hand over his mouth as if trying to hide his smile. "Wha…what did he tell you?"
Thoma cleared his throat. "That you just broke up with your boyfriend."
You let out a loud sigh before gathering your stuff. You shoved everything in your bag angrily, muttering something to yourself about how you never wanted to come here again. Thoma seemed panicked as his eyes widened, his hands raising asif he wanted to keep you from leaving. You grabbed your coffee and chugged the rest of it down before slamming it back down on the table.
"What's wrong? Oh god, was I not supposed to bring it up? I'm so sorry! Ayato said that you needed comfort so I-"
"Ayato was wrong." Your voice came out more snippy than you thought. Thoma winced, causing you to sigh once again as you put on your backpack. "Listen, Thoma, you're super sweet for checking on me. But I did not break up with anyone. Even if I had, it's not Ayato's business to tell."
"Oh. Well, I apologize if I crossed the line."
"You didn't. I need to go."
It didn't feel good to leave Thoma with a hurt expression. Like a wounded puppy, you just wanted to pat his head and call him a good boy that did nothing wrong. Because he didn't. It was Ayato that meddled too much. It was frustrating. It truly was. If you had less of a brain, you would have climbed behind that counter and choked him while calling him every name in the book.
Calming down was what you really needed. It was winter, so the cool air hitting your cheeks felt nice. You didn't realize how heated you actually got. As you walked back to your dorm, you thought about if you were truly only angry at Ayato or at yourself.
It was most likely a mixture of both. You spent so much time pining over Thoma that you didn't actually act on your feelings. To be fair, it wasn't like it was easy. He could be dating someone. Or even worse, he could be straight. When you finally were in bed, staring at the ceiling in moping, you knew you had to at least apologize.
The next day, you stood outside the cafe wringing your hands together. You were so confident that you could apologize, but now that you were here, you realized it wasn't so easy. What if he didn't want to accept your apology? What if he didn't want to even talk to you?
"Welco- well, look who it is." Ayato greeted you, if you could even call it that. Thoma was nowhere to be seen, so you walked up to the counter. "You walked out in quite a tizzy."
"Where's Thoma?"
"Not even a hello?"
You glared at him.
He held up his hands in defense. "Ok, ok. He's coming in soon. He said he was late."
"Good," You crossed your arms. "I have a bone to pick with you."
Ayato scoffed. "What? Haven't I been helping you?"
"No! You haven't! I'd much rather you stay out of it!"
"It's not like you're doing anything about your crush. Honestly, it's painful to see."
"So you tell him I just broke up with someone? How is that supposed to help?"
"Comfort. He gives you comfort, you two grow closer, then you date. Case closed."
You roll your eyes, wondering how this man was even in charge of a cafe considering he has no critical thinking skills. "Ayato, I'm being serious. I'd rather work on this at my own pace. You severely crossed a line. It's not your business to tell Thoma anything about me, especially if I didn't ask. Did you even realize you outed me to him?"
Ayato paused. His face grew slightly pale and then softened. "Jesus."
"Yeah. Exactly. I understand you're trying to help both of us out but at least ask . Now I don't even get to tell him about myself when I was ready."
"I'm sorry."
"Yeah. Just…be more considerate."
There was silence as it sunk in on what Ayato truly did. He honestly didn't seem like a bad guy. He was just too eager to push his own agenda. Before you or he could say anything more, the door jingled. You turned to see Thoma huffing and shaking his hair out as he took off his beanie. Your heart melted at the sight. If there was anyone who was made to be the perfect partner, it would be him.
"Sorry I'm late!" He smiled. His eyes fell onto you. You smiled sheepishly and waved. "Oh. Hey."
It was a less than enthusiastic greeting. You tried to push down the pain you felt and instead walked over to him. "Hi."
"Hi."
"Sorry…about yesterday."
He shook his head. "I get it. Ayato can be a pain."
"That may be true but…" You pouted slightly. "I had no right to use that tone with you."
"Why…why did he tell me that?"
"He was trying to uh- you know. Just...Uh…"
"You don't have to tell me if it makes you uncomfortable!"
"It's not that, it's just-"
"How about I get you a drink? Your usual?"
You nodded. There goes your chance. If you could've slapped yourself without looking like even more of an idiot, you would've.
"Alright. I'll call you when it's ready."
Before he could leave, you pulled on his sleeve. "Before you go…He said that because he was trying to help me. Because-I kinda, well." You took a deep breath. "I really like you. Ok. I'm gonna stop embarrassing myself now so you can work."
Without looking at his reaction, you went and took a seat at your usual spot. It felt good to finally say it out loud. At the same time, you felt like your heart was going to explode . Was this how it felt to confess to someone? Without taking any precautions and just going for it? You wanted to throw up. To actually throw up. You sat back in your seat and zoned out, waiting for your drink.
"Order up!" Your name was called and you got up, staring at the ground as you sludged up to the counter.
"Thanks," You mumbled, slapping down two five dollar bills. "Keep the change."
Gripping the cup, you noticed there was something written on the side. Your mouth dropped open. Your eyes shifted from the drink to Thoma back to your drink. Instead of your name, it read “to the cutest boy”. Your head whipped to Thoma again. His whole entire body seemed to be consumed in a blush as Ayato stood next to him with a shit eating grin on his face. Thoma smiled sheepishly and you shyly looked away.
“Shit.” You mumbled.
"If you'd like," Thoma's soft and melodic voice made you look at him with the utmost attention. "And if you're free afterwards we can…hang out?"
"Yeah. I-I'd like that."
"Cool. Me too."
Ayato let out a laugh. "Finally!"
#x reader#fanfic#genshin imagines#genshin impact#genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader#genshin x male reader#genshin x m!reader#thoma#thoma x reader#thoma x you#thoma x y/n#genshin thoma
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interlude: you
pairing: jungkook x reader
summary: as you go through life and its fears and doubts, Jungkook is there to ground you, to serve as your anchor in a very messy tide.
genre/tags: fluff, friends to lovers, confessions under the moonlight, intimacy, falling in love
word count: 4.1k
a/n: enjoy :)
Jungkook’s knees and legs feel numb.
He has been stroking your hair, tucking in stubborn strands behind your ear for almost an hour as you lay your head on his thighs, holding a single pink sunflower that ended up resting underneath your fingers, and ultimately, on Jungkook’s knees.
Jungkook almost didn’t make it to your family’s dinner tonight because he got caught up in a project at work. But he wouldn’t miss a family dinner unless something really urgent came up. Through the years, his friendship with you has become so strong that he’d feel as if he was dying if he let you down in any way. If anything, your anxious messages to him were something he knew he shouldn’t ignore.
You’re coming to the dinner, right?
It starts at 7, sharp.
I’m nervous, I haven’t seen them in so long, what if they say the same things again?
Where are you? You’ll come, right?
Jungkook could already imagine what you looked like at that moment— phone in both hands, biting your lips, bouncing on your feet in small jumps. You once told him that his presence alone eased all your worries in an instant and ever since then, he wanted to make sure he was there to reassure you, to keep you company, keep you safe.
So when he arrived at dinner, your family had already started. When your mother laid eyes on Jungkook, she smiled her most pleasant, almost affectionate, smile— a smile you yourself have never been shown.
"Jungkook, darling, it’s so good to see you. Come sit, sit."
But instead of Jungkook sitting next to your mother as she wanted, he went around the table and sat next to you.
Your side of the table has always been so cold. And as dinner dragged on, your worse fears came to light.
"You know, honey, you should already be thinking about how you’re going to work for the family business. One day, you’ll take over, you should know that by now."
Your father chimed in as well: Your mother is right. One day we will both be too old to run the whole thing and it’s up to you to continue the legacy your grandfather built.
“Dancing will never make you money, sweetheart. You need to stop doing all those lessons, eventually or you’ll never be able to focus on the business.”
“You should be more like Jungkook. He’s been doing well with the merger and we all know that one day, he’ll have no trouble running the whole conglomerate himself.”
It’s always like this, Jungkook thought. It was never fair that you were being compared to him when both your families have been good friends for years. Since he could remember, you refused to run your family’s company and he can still recall how your parents used to express their disappointment over the fact that their firstborn was not a male.
As soon as he placed his warm hand over your clenched fist, you instantly relaxed. Jungkook rubbed his thumb across your knuckles, coaxing your fingers to loosen and once you allowed yourself to, he intertwined his fingers with your shaking ones.
Jungkook has never done that before.
You have never been more grateful once your parents were distracted by whatever your aunt was telling them because if their words dragged on a bit longer, your tears would have fallen. You were so consumed with your own inner critic telling you you were a failure and trying to control your emotions at the same time that you didn’t notice Jungkook leaning against your ear.
“What do you say we get out of here, hm?”
His voice soothed you like a calm river flowing through a gentle breeze. You look at him quite frantically with eyes full of pain and Jungkook ached for you.
“I’m sorry to interrupt, but I think ____ is not feeling too well. I think she needs to rest.”
Your mom didn’t blink an eye and just told Jungkook to take care of you.
And that’s what led Jungkook and you into your childhood bedroom.
In this bedroom, you and Jungkook spent many days and nights playing and studying. Your bedroom is witness to the love and comfort you both find in each other for years and years.
Jungkook is pulled out of his thoughts when you slightly shifted. As soon as he took you to your room, you didn’t say a word and he understood.
“Thank you for coming,” you whispered.
“You know I always will,” Jungkook reassured.
You slowly get up and Jungkook was quick to help. You shifted your weight onto your left arm and turned to face him, fiddling with the stem of the sunflower with the other hand.
“And thank you for this,” you gesture to the flower. “You really didn’t have to.”
Jungkook gave you a soft smile as he tucked another strand of hair behind your ear. His favorite habit and excuse to touch you. “Pink sunflowers are hard to come by, of course I had to get you one.”
You give him a small smile before collapsing to your real side of the bed. Jungkook exaggerates his stretches and extended his arms with a groan. His legs do feel numb, almost painful, but he doesn’t mind.
“Will you stay the night?” you tentatively ask while looking out the night sky outside your window. Your face is softly illuminated by the moon’s light and Jungkook wants to give you the whole world.
“Of course, ____. I still have some of my clothes here, I think?”
You nod before humming, “They’re inside those drawers.”
Jungkook has no qualms with stripping in front of you. Years of friendship can do that to two people so intertwined, so connected. He takes off his pants and wears the pair of grey sweatpants he left a week ago. Almost immediately, he sees an old jersey of his from his soccer days back in college. Fondly he remembers how you always loved wearing his jerseys especially when you both knew you wouldn’t be seeing each other for a while. Lately, Jungkook also noticed how you would randomly ask him for any of his old t-shirts, telling him his fabric softener smelled so nice.
Jungkook just knows that the real reason why you ask him for his clothes is that you find comfort in wearing them and that doessomething to him.
When he goes back to bed, you instinctively scoot to envelop yourself in his arms. After he plants a kiss on the top of your head, he feels you exhale a sigh of relief, hearing your heartbeat as it calms down.
“You smell so nice,” you say, voice coming out muffled because of how your face was buried against his chest.
Jungkook chuckles and runs his hand up and down your back in smoothing strokes and circles.
“And you feel so warm, Jungkook. How are you always so cuddly?”
“It’s because I am,” Jungkook playfully replies, coaxing a chuckle now from you.
It’s in intimate moments like this that Jungkook gets to see you vulnerable and raw. You always put up a facade and a smile on the outside, but in the corners of your room or in private, Jungkook knows how you truly feel about the world. It has been a world so cruel to you and it hurts him to see you struggle through not knowing what to do sometimes. Dancing has been your one and only love ever since high school. You have never been the corporate type, you told him once. And he knows it. He knows that you come alive once you’re on the dance floor, interpreting music as you move. He knows that you value and care for people and have a heart of gold, not steel, which the corporate world ever so requires.
In your childhood bedroom, Jungkook has seen you cry and feel helpless. And it was a side you hide so well, sometimes even from him. You and Jungkook have fought countless times about you keeping things from him because he knew you didn’t like burdening other people.
But he wants you to give him your burdens. He wants you to talk to him about what’s on your mind and what’s bothering you, no matter how mundane it is. Your stubbornness is a weapon and a weakness, he always thinks.
Jungkook is two years older than you so when he graduated, you were sad that you had no one to rant about your classes with. Sure, you still did that with him from time to time, but the cruelty of finite time itself usually pulled you both apart now more and your parents’ incessant nagging didn’t help the situation either. Suffice to say that holding you close has been more of a liberty and a privilege for Jungkook. It has been two years since then and there isn’t a day when he feels regret over not being able to hold you whenever you need him the most.
In this space tonight, he revels in the warmth of your skin, your quiet, steady breaths centering him.
“What’s it like out there, Jungkook?” you whisper as you slightly pull back to look at him. “What’s it like having big shoes to fill in for other people?”
Jungkook knows your fears are talking. Deep down, he knows you’re unsure, and uncertain about what the future holds because growing up, you have always been taught that you never seemed to be enough. While Jungkook tried to shield you and stand as your fortress as much as he could, his efforts also weren’t enough to fill in the empty spaces and gaps in your heart that longed to be accepted by your family.
Jungkook sucked in a breath before answering, “I think it’s good and cold at the same time, ____. I say good because there’s so much out there to look forward to. You find your way through jobs, find what fits, meet new people, and have fun at parties but keep in mind that you have to be more mindful now because you can’t afford to be hungover on a workday, maybe you find love or you find yourself in the process. That is the hope, I guess. But it’s also cold because I sometimes feel like I trudge through life not knowing if I am doing things right. Sometimes, I don’t even have a clue what I’m doing…”
Jungkook feels you stiffen ever so slightly, it was unnoticeable. But nothing was unnoticeable to him when it comes to you.
“And it’s okay, you know?” Jungkook assures as he runs a hand through your hair. “To not know what to do or if you’re doing things right. That’s why we live… to figure things out until we understand it and it all makes sense.”
“Hmm. That sounds nice. I wish I can figure things out fast enough.”
“You have me, ____. And we’ll get through it, together.” It took a while for Jungkook to realize that he isn’t just saying this as someone who understands you because your families are connected. He is saying this because he wants to truly be there and to make up for all his stupid mistakes in the past.
“You said maybe I can find love,” you start. Jungkook stills and he hopes you don’t notice. “Have you found that?” You finish your sentence without looking at him because you turn to face the night-lit sky once more.
Jungkook juts his lip before tucking his arm under his head.
“I’m not sure. Why do you ask?” He says in a teasing tone, hoping to diffuse some of the tension he suddenly feels.
It took a while for you to answer back that Jungkook thought you fell asleep. “I don’t know… I mean, you used to date a lot of girls back in college so I always thought you’d find the one sooner or later.”
Jungkook tries to gauge the tone of your voice and at this moment he hopes he can see how your face moves or reacts because he badly wants to read you right now.
“I’m not that kind of person anymore, ____.” Jungkook does not know why he feels dejected at the thought that maybe you did think of him as some playboy who only cared about the body count.
“I know… I know.” Jungkook is sure he saw the ghost of a smirk on your lips. You close your eyes and breathe evenly Jungkook thought that was the end of the conversation.
But then you spoke once more and he could’ve sworn his heart fell to the ground.
“Why didn’t you ever choose me?”
“W-what?” Jungkook stammers.
He sees you slowly open your eyes, but they kept looking towards the window. You do not respond to his question and he feels a need to ease your fears, and reassure you right now that you mean everything to him.
“I didn’t know what I was doing back then, ____… I only wanted to satisfy myself, to enjoy every bit of recklessness i could and could not afford because I knew that when it was all over, I had to endure a life of misery…” Jungkook paused to check on you. You turned your head to look at the ceiling now, your hands clasped over your stomach.
“Was it worth it?” you gently ask him.
“No,” Jungkook immediately answers without hesitation. “It wasn’t.”
“So what now, then?” you ask to the ceiling. Jungkook was at a loss for words. Despite being your best friend, he sometimes struggled to read you, because again, you keep your feelings and thoughts locked up so well, not even he can reach them. But he wants to try.
He wants to try so badly to know what you’re truly feeling because if he doesn’t, he’ll never forgive himself.
He slowly moves towards you until his lips are mere inches apart from your cheek. His eyes look up to see that you have yours closed again. You don’t move, but he can feel you breathing more pronouncedly. He allows himself to look at you this close, so peaceful, so serene. He basks in the idea that it’s only he who could make you feel calm and safe.
And before he can stop himself, he kisses you on your cheek. It wasn’t an odd thing, really. He kisses you on the cheek all the time. But this is also the first time his lips linger and this is the first time he kisses you with so much reverence and hesitation all at once.
He feels you take a deep breath, all the while keeping your eyes closed.
“Can you do that again?” you evenly asked.
A smile ghosts Jungkook’s lips as he softly kisses you on your jaw. Ever so slightly, he moves downward, partially opening his lips to plant an open-mouthed kiss on your neck. You move and let out a sigh, tilting your neck further, telling him it was okay and you were giving him permission.
He kisses you on your neck once more, this time fanning his breath over the spot he just let his lips stay.
“I am so sorry, ____.”
“What are you sorry for?” you ask but you still don’t meet his eyes.
“I’m sorry I didn’t do anything for us. I… I have always wanted to come to you. I always longed for you. But I was scared, ____. I was so scared of ruining our friendship and I would never forgive myself if I ever hurt you that way. Every single day I regret not saying anything. I wish I could turn back time because, in that way, we could have had so much more.”
It was then that Jungkook realizes that the reason why you keep your eyes closed is that you were trying not to cry. As soon as the words left him, a tear slides down the cheek he just kissed.
“Please don’t cry, ____. I don’t like seeing you cry…” Jungkook whispers and pleads.
You finally open your eyes but kept them towards the ceiling.
“It’s time we can never get back, Jungkook.” You slowly turn to face him now. “It’s also time that I will always be grateful to have spent with you.”
Jungkook tries searching your eyes for any sign, anything that will tell him this isn’t the end of you and him.
He has dated so many women over the years and in the beginning, he never thought about looking at you more than his best friend. But he also knew that your eyes, your face, your whole being told him that you wanted him. He saw the disappointment in your eyes during the times he failed to come to your agreed-upon movie nights. He heard the sadness in your voice when he called to tell you that soccer practice ran late and he had to cancel on you. He felt your longing every time you saw him in the arms of another. He felt guilty whenever he chose his one-night stands over you.
You always tried to hide what you truly felt, but he knew.
He knew all along.
Yet in all those moments he chose to ignore that one nagging feeling that has haunted him since you were kids: his real feelings for you.
He didn’t think you deserve someone like him— not after all his shenanigans with frat parties and women. He used to think of himself as a lost cause and he didn't want to drag you into his mess. But as years went by, he ached for you all the more. And despite all his shortcomings, you never once shunned him. But he was and still is so scared.
Scared of losing you.
“I never thought I’d get to hear words like that from you,” you smirk. Jungkook thinks you’re insufferable for turning such a serious conversation into something much lighter. “I like it, though.”
“I mean every single word, ____. I am so scared of losing you.”
“You will never lose me. No matter what happens.”
“But the future is so uncertain, I don’t know if I’ll ever be enough for you, ____, because you deserve the world. You deserve so much more and everything good” Jungkook feels relief and agony in his confession. He feels vulnerable now that his secret is out.
“Well… We have the rest of our lives to figure it all out, right? You said it yourself,” you say.
Jungkook lets out a breath of relief again. You turn your body to fully face him in your dimly lit childhood bedroom. You gave him a smile as you touch his lips with your fingers.
“Can you kiss me, Jungkook? Just for tonight?”
Jungkook feels frustration bubbling up inside of him because you could still think that all this can still be temporary. He wants you to know he’s all in on this, if you are too. He wants you to feel that he only wants to give you all of him if you will have him.
Jungkook secures his hold on you as he kisses you. The moment your lips touch, he feels elation like he has never experienced before. He thinks about how wonderful it finally is to have you in his arms and to kiss you without abandon. His tongue slides over your lip, shyly telling you he wants more and you readily part your lips to let him kiss you deeper. You both kiss for so long that when he parts from you, he immediately wants to do it all over again even if it knocks the breath out of him.
“Wow, that was… nice.” you tell him, giggling. Jungkook cocks an eyebrow at you and you laugh.
“Just nice?” Jungkook feigns incredulity. You giggle even more as Jungkook’s eyes soften.
“Can I kiss you again?”
You bite your lip before nodding and Jungkook feels he can now die happy.
He swings his leg over you, positioning himself until he’s now on top of you. He gently leans forward with both his hands cupping your cheeks as he looks at your eyes now full of mischief and love. He plants a long kiss on your forehead before leaving pecks on your eyelids, the tip of your nose, both sides of your jaw, and your chin.
You giggle at his playfulness, “Just kiss me already, you fool.”
“With pleasure, my love.”
Jungkook didn’t give you any time to process the way he just addressed you because he captures your lips in his once more, this time with more urgency and fire. Jungkook licks into your mouth, allowing your tongues to touch. A few hours ago it was just your hands that were intertwined, but now that love is out in the open, bodies intertwined under the sheets, it gives an opportunity for the both of you to rock and move in sync with one another.
Jungkook loves how responsive you are and this is just you and him making out. Your soft sighs keep him going until you’re gasping and moaning.
Jungkook allows himself to be greedy as he runs his mouth to the side of your jaw, going down to your neck once more because tonight, he learns that kissing you there draws out the sweetest sounds from you. His lips return to your lips once more, softly biting your bottom lip.
“I think kissing you might just be my favorite thing to do ever,” Jungkook says through his pants. He sees you swallow and you give him the sweetest smile he has ever been graced with.
“I think I can kiss you all day, Jungkook. Don’t you dare stop.”
“I will never,” Jungkook utters. Your nails dig into Jungkook’s back while his hand grips tight on your waist. For the first time in so long, Jungkook feels so alive and it almost feels unnerving to have you this close to him. Body on fire, voice airy, he kisses you like it’s his last. Hearing your shortened breaths, your moans, and your gasps as he grazes his lips along your jawline makes him feel so, so alive, he regrets not having you like this sooner.
“I need you closer, Jungkook, please.” you plead.
“How do you want me, sweetheart?” Jungkook asks. He rolls his hips against you, making you gasp even more than you already were and he absolutely loves it.
Jungkook pulls you toward him until you’re sitting on his lap, bodies flush. He runs a hand across your hair, grounding you, telling you he’s here right now, that he will be with you until the end.
“You’re the one good thing in my life, Jungkook.” you confess.
Jungkook can feel your heart racing. He looks at you as if you created the stars in the sky and says, “You’re like the morning sun, ____.”
“Why? Do you want it to be morning already?” you turn your head to the window again.
Jungkook laughs and turns your face towards him. “No, you silly goose. You’re like the morning sun because with every day passing me by, the sun tells me there’s new hope and a chance for me to try again. I haven’t— I lack in so many ways, but you remind me that the morning will come and despite my uncertainties of the future, I can still turn things around for the better. You are my morning light, ____.”
“Who knew you could be such a sap?” you tease, Jungkook laughing along with you and pulling you into a warm embrace.
“But the night also comes after the day. What if… what if I fail you?” you ask, your fears threatening to resurface. Jungkook quietly shushes you.
“You are also my moonlight because no matter how dark the night is, you’re still that bright light that guides me home.”
You can’t help but tear up at Jungkook’s words. He gently wipes them away.
“It took me a long time to get here, but I will do anything to make you happy and safe with me, my love. From now on, you will never have to feel like you’re all alone.”
Jungkook feels that love is redemptive. No matter how long, it will always be his saving grace.
“I love you.” Jungkook whispers against your lips. “I will forever love you.”
You let out a shuddered breath before closing your eyes, “I love you too, Jungkook. I have loved you for so long.”
Jungkook captures your lips once more into his and tightens his hold on your body. As soon as the both of you need air, you tuck your chin into the crook of Jungkook’s shoulder, trying to steady your breath.
“You are so beautiful, my love,” Jungkook reassures you. “You are the most wonderful person I have ever met and I hope you know that.”
“I believe you,” you answer.
Under the moonlight, a love blooms. For you and Jungkook, the sun and moon will always guide you home.
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Dates
Manager Miniseries
─Aoba Josai x fem!reader
─Summary: a discussion and a challenge makes you question if this team really shares a cell among them, worst of all, you accepted
─Warnings: none
10 < 11 > 12
You sighed, closing the door behind you, your eyes narrowed to see how the room was messy and the boys seemed to be arguing about something that didn't interest you. You started to pick up quietly, after a few minutes Watari joined to help so you thanked with a smile.
"Why are they making such a fuss?"
You two sat a little apart to be able to talk, rather so that you wouldn't have to put up with the screams of your classmates for one of their stupid things.
"They argue to see who is better at planning dates."
"Dates?" you glanced at how the whole team gave Oikawa a bad look, who surely gloated over his success in his dates with girls, you didn't even flinch when saw how Iwaizumi hit him to keep him quiet "Okay, you have to go train so stop arguing."
You decided that it was time to finish, hitting the table with your hands to make them stop talking.
"That's it!" Oikawa suddenly jumped pointing at his manager, it seemed that a light bulb had gone on over his head "We'll all have dates with (Nn) and she will put us a note."
They all looked at each other to agree, they would never fall for their captain's nonsense, less when it comes to girls, they always saw it as a challenge when it comes to showing that they are better than Oikawa.
"Why do you always have to include me in your fights?"
You moaned throwing to the ground dramatically, now you would have to go out with the nine boys and on top of that qualifying them, what a good week awaits you. Why did you accept it? Oh yeah, so they'd stop making a damn scene, you would choose violence next time.
You didn't know what plans Kunimi had, your expectations were rather low, because everyone knew how lazy that boy was, however he could always surprise with something innovative for his date, but come on, we're talking about Kunimi Akira, the boy who falls asleep in training when no one is looking.
You weren't surprised by the fact that you had to go look for him from his class to get out, you walked together while complaining about everything you could, you always did when he skips trainning. At least the walk was nice. You stopped at a small store to buy some snacks, like a good gentleman he let you choose the junk food you were going to eat later.
"Could we sit down for a moment? If you feel like it."
You nodded and sat down on a bench, the truth is that the way to Kunimi's house was quite long.
"I really didn't feel like doing this, but I guess I like spending time with you." he shrugged, looking away "I mean, you're not as annoying as Oikawa or Yahaba, plus you let me sleep during practice."
"I appreciate your sincerity Kunimi."
You smiled ruffling his hair, you only spent a few more minutes until finally decided to walk again. When you arrived at Kunimi's house, you were attacked by a very loving mother who mistook you for his son's girlfriend. Even clarifying everything, Kunimi was embarrassed by his mother, at least she hadn't shown the family album from when he was a baby.
"Excuse my mom, she's sometimes nosy."
You could only laugh at your partner's expression as brushed it off. Now you two were in bed cuddling up while eating and watching the movie you chose to watch. The whole afternoon was based on that, watching anything on the computer while hugging, from time to time you continued to complain about life or played cards to rest for a while. You enjoyed each other's company, the day went by quickly, more than a romantic date it was something more friendly, you still would not deny the pleasant afternoon you spent with Kunimi. He even let you comb his hair, which was strangely super soft and silky.
Besides, he just wanted to spend time alone with you doing whatever, which added certain points.
Kunimi Akira,
Rate: __/10
Notes: go home to see the family album.
Kindaichi was rather known for being someone simple, without many complications, but he still tried hard to do everything right, although he was also known for being clumsy, that is, not everything on his date was going to turn out as he wanted. He had planned to take a walk along a path through a small forest, sit there and chat to pass the time and eat some snacks. He wanted to see the sunset but since all know that nothing can go right for the boy, you had to leave earlier because Kindaichi apparently had an allergy to some plant around there, you ended up going to the pharmacy to get something to make him feel better.
The two of you ended up sitting on the sidewalk of a lonely street, watching the sun set over the buildings in the place, it wasn't the same view as from the forest but it was still better than nothing.
"I'm sorry I…" he sneezed "I ruined the date."
You patted Kindaichi's back to comfort him, something always had to happen that spoiled his plans, at least he had the second part of the date.
He got up, sneezing again, shook his pants to extend his hand to you, both arrived at the cinema holding hands while several old ladies laughed pointing at you and whispering as if you were a pretty teenage couple, this caused a strong blush on Kindaichi, even you felt his hand trembling so you caressed it a bit to relax him. He only got the opposite effect, when he felt your caresses he stiffened.
Everything went well in the movie theater, while you had your head resting on his shoulder, he had his head on yours, you wouldn't deny that Yuutaro's company was pleasant to say the least. You were no mishaps during the movie —or almost none— if it hadn't been for a baby who started crying a little before the movie finished, everything would have been perfect, even so, you didn't take it much into account and continued with the following. Dinner was in a small stall next to the cinema, the food was good and the atmosphere was relaxing, somewhat adequate, you added a few points to his rate for lending you his jacket due to the cold at night, you also added points for walk you home. Kindaichi was definitely a cinnamon roll.
"Thanks for the date Kindaichi, in the end it wasn't so bad and I hope you recover soon from the allergy."
You kissed his cheek softly, leaving the boy in shock for a few minutes touching his blushing cheek.
Kindaichi Yuutaro,
Rate: __/10
Notes: not go out into the forest with him.
Well, the poor libero didn't even want to participate in the activity at first, but being part of the team he was forced to go out with you even for a short period of time, you didn't mind much because Watari was your guardian angel when there was a lot chaos.
"I'm sorry if it's not really impressive" he rubbed the back of his neck nervously "I didn't prepare anything spectacular."
Both walked through a park where couples enjoyed themselves, children ran and dogs went here and there sniffing everything.
"It doesn't matter Watari, I didn't want to do this either."
You shrugged, understanding the boy, you didn't want to go out on a date, but hey, you just took it as a normal outing for friends . Shinji spread a tablecloth on the grass, you put the basket where you brought food on it, followed by this you sat watching how the other people enjoyed their time.
"I didn't know you cooked so well!"
You flattered the boy by trying what he had prepared especially for the occasion. He thanked with a small blush causing you to giggle when you saw how he reacted to your words.
You spent several hours talking about any topic of conversation, Watari was quite friendly and you were able to see the funniest side of him, apparently he was quite a fan of bad jokes, so now you are laughing while telling some. When the sun was about to set you got up quickly, you had been in the park longer than expected and now it was turn to run to get to what he had prepared on time, as the boy's house was nearby you dropped the picnic there to run out.
You weren't the most athletic so Watari ended up grabbing your wrist to go faster, you would miss the sunset. You ran for a while while laughing, crossed a whole grove holding hands trying not to fall through the branches or stones, feeling the adrenaline of the moment.
Then stopped.
You two lay down on the shore of a beautiful lake that seemed to be hidden from the city, catching your breath, you were speechless when you saw the landscape, the sun with brilliant sparkles reflected in the water, the orange clouds mixed with the little darkness creating a beautiful scene.
"This place is very beautiful Watari."
"Right? I usually go for a run and found it by chance."
He smiled sitting next to you watching as the night made its way along with the stars, it wasn't the most elaborate plan but it was undoubtedly a tender moment.
Watari Shinji,
Rate: __/10
Notes: hang out with Watari more.
Honestly, you didn't know what to expect from Yahaba, you really thought he was like a jack-in-the-box, although knowing how fanatical he is, or was, of getting a girl on the team, he surely had a typical date in mind, where he tried to be a gentleman willing to protect his girl from all evil. Yeah, that sounds a lot like him.
To begin with, you had to wait about ten minutes for him to finish combing his precious hair, without paying much attention to it, you observed how Yahaba was well dressed but at the same time with comfortable clothes, at least it was not too extravagant. He smiled brightly to extend his arm, you grabbed it to start walking.
"Where are we going?"
"It's a surprise."
You rolled your eyes as he continued to smile, probably thinking how great he looks right now, as always. You arrived at a restaurant, quite predictably. The dinner went well and you didn't have any problem with the food or other people, so far you had a good time and while you ate you talked about things in common.
When it was time to pay, Yahaba invited, although you insisted on dividing it, you let it go this time, never deny free food, you didn't want to break the illusions that he was behaving like a romantic movie cliché. When you left the restaurant outside, it was already night, the lights illuminated the city and the wind was running slightly like a relaxing breeze that ruffled the leaves of the trees.
"Follow me."
Once again you linked arms to continue the date, this time you took a taxi to go to the outskirts of the city where the nocturnal tranquility of the moment was reflected.
"It's quite relaxing to walk around here, isn't it?"
You nodded, admiring the dark sky, not realizing that you were heading to a somewhat out-of-the-way beach, you watched as the boy took off his shoes and approached the shore, prompting you to do the same. You didn't think much and joined him, you walked barefoot on the sand until inadvertently a small wave splashed you two a little. You looked at each other for a few moments to start laughing, threw your shoes to start splashing yourselves with kicks into the water, both ended up drenched on the floor.
"We'll catch a cold after this."
Yahaba laughed, pushing you into the sea, drenching you completely, since you weren't going to sit idly by, you grabbed one of the boy's feet, pulling him to make him fall, successfully achieving your goal and ended up swimming. The worst thing was getting out of it, being wet and being horribly cold at night, you hugged yourself, rubbing your arms in search of some warmth, you felt how he hugged you from behind, increasing your body temperature
"Now we definitely will catch a cold."
You friendly hit Yahaba to turn around and hug him properly.
"It won't be a cold if we die of hypothermia before, idiot."
"Why not a little movement to warm up?"
You looked at the boy strangely, then you were taken by the hand and began to run apparently aimlessly, you couldn't help but laugh as ran, enjoying the sensation of the wind on your face, feeling how your body returned to a proper temperature step by step.
The next morning you did not attend school because had a fever.
Yahaba Shigeru,
Rate: __/ 10
Notes: bring spare clothes to the next one.
You didn't expect Kentaro to seriously participate in this silly competition, and were surprised to see how he patiently waited for you at the door of your classroom, although frightening some students with his hard look. You walked up to him to get his attention, making his frown less as you left the school to go to the first stop.
With a couple of grunts, he indicated the way —because yeah, you had learned that strange language of groans and grunts from the boy— the way was really calm, neither spoke but you were comfortable with silence.
You arrived at a pretty little cafe, the funny thing was that it wasn't just a cafe but rather one for cats, where you could play with the tame cats that were playing around. Kentaro wasn't a fan of cats, he preferred dogs, but knowing that you adored those animals, he made the effort to put up with those wandering furballs for a while. At least he could spend time with you, he didn't quite like you but were more bearable than third years.
"I didn't know you liked cats."
You only received a grunt of denial, making you chuckle at seeing his frown a little deeper. You had already finished with your orders and now you were sitting on the floor petting the kittens, who seemed attracted to Kentaro. The poor man was surrounded while the animals asked for love. You couldn't help but smile when saw the scene, without being seen you took your phone to capture the moment.
Satisfied with the first part of the day you went on to the next, at this point it wasn't too surprising that you ended up in an animal shelter where people were allowed to play with them. It was fun to see how a legion of yellow chicks chased him from one place to another, they were so insistent that he also ended up surrounded by chicks, he even grabbed a couple to caress them. You couldn't contain at the tenderness you felt when saw that and took another photo, this time you were seen which caused Kyotani's cheeks to slightly tinge with pink tones.
A puppy scared the small birds away, without any other remedy you dedicated to playing with it, throwing it a ball, you learned that your companion really appreciated animals like no one else. On the outside he seemed to be a complete bully but on the inside he was like an adorable baby. You finished checking it when saw how he lay down next to a big dog that was also running around looking for attention.
You limited to take photos of everything Kentaro did, with that you would have blackmail, besides that he was fucking adorable. When night fell you walked to a small junk food stand, bought fried chicken, started talking some more about how much fun it had been to visit those animals.
It wasn't all pretty though, as an angry goat chased you for a while while he laughed in your face at how you ran for your life. You interpreted it as karma for taking so many embarrassing photos of him. At least you could hear his laugh, even though he was laughing at you and your misfortune.
Kentaro Kyotani,
Rate: __/10
Notes: make Kentaro laugh more often.
You sincerely expected anything from Makki, from going to the cinema to see Monsters Inc. to going to a high-end restaurant to try expensive wine. Luckily he chose something more normal and above all more in line with his fun personality, an arcade, simple, cheap and can have a good time.
"Hey!"
He greeted, ruffling your hair, letting out a laugh when he saw the bad face you made, you punched him on the shoulder and start walking to the place.
"Where do we start?"
"Hmm, I don't care, I'll beat you at anything."
He smiled proudly, pointing to himself with an arrogant smile, you looked at him with a raised eyebrow and a blank expression. Not today Makki.
"Why don't we start with this one?"
You pointed to the whack a moles game, you smiled to take the mallets and begin to mercilessly crush the robots, when you got tired you decided to see the points, realizing that you had ended in a tie. Takahiro narrowed his eyes looking at the place, his competitive mode was coming to light and he wouldn't let be beaten so easily.
"Let's go to that one!"
He grabbed the tickets you won in the previous one, pulling your wrist to go to a mini basketball game. Again, you were enjoying seeing how Makki's teeth gnashed with rage at not being able to win in a single game, without a doubt he was the one with whom you had laughed the most out of all the dates you had. He only looked sideways as you tried to hide your smile when saw the frustration of not being able to overcome you, It went on like this for a couple more games.
"It's already a bit late, maybe we could go to dinner."
"No! We can't leave yet, let's try that game!"
He pointed to the typical driving game, where you couldn't tie. With a sigh you walked over to the boy who was already ready to start. A soft laugh made Hanamaki's ego sink even more as he was completely defeated. Then he had an idea.
"Okay, this will be the last game, I promise."
"You've been saying that for the last four games."
"(N), please!"
"Okay, okay…"
This time it was a virtual shooter where you held guns to kill hordes of zombies, for a moment both were tied but Makki launched a hip movement that threw you out of the gun's range causing your character to be devoured.
"I won!"
He raised his arms in the air celebrating his "victory" while you sighed at his childish attitude, at least you had a good time.
"Okay champion, what do you want to buy with the tickets?"
He smiled looking at the toy stand to point it out, at this point you didn't even wonder why he wanted a Ditto stuffed animal, he would surely choose that because it's the Pokemon from some random meme.
You only gave him the stuffed animal so he could stop competing, but knowing him, he wouldn't give it up so easily. There was only dinner left and even for that reason you argued to know what was better, Burger King or Mcdonalds, in the end you decided to give in because otherwise you were going to be all night without dinner.
The date ended with Hanamaki choking on a nugget at McDonald's for competing in who could eat everything the fastest.
Hanamaki Takahiro,
Rate: __/10
Notes: don't challenge him.
You hoped that the date with Matsukawa would be a bit calmer than Makki's, since you couldn't stand competing two days in a row and you didn't want to let him win either.
Luckily for you and knowing how lazy that boy was, he simply decided to go to the theme park near the city. The transport by train was a bit bad due to how tight it was and because some people were too close to you and you didn't like that from strangers, of course, when Mattsun notice this, he hug you to keep just close to him, resting his head on your shoulder.
"Thank you."
You muttered smiling towards him. It didn't take long for you to enter the theme park, contemplating in amazement the great attractions that were there. You started with something softer like the rotating tea cups, from which you came out somewhat dizzy, Matsukawa needed to hold on because he almost fell on a child.
You continued trying some attractions such as roller coasters or some water to cool off, after a while you decided to stop to eat something in some picnic areas.
"So you're liking it?"
"Yeah."
You shrugged realizing he wasn't even paying attention to you as his eyes were looking right behind you.
"What are you…?"
"Mickey Mouse!"
"Huh?"
You turned to see the typical huge costume they used so that people could take pictures, seeing the sparkle in the boy's eyes, you sighed to take him to take a picture with the Disney character as if you were his mother.
Since there were more characters, he ended up taking at least twenty photos, but you couldn't deny either when saw the expression of happiness that your lazy friend was making, it was the first time you had seen him enjoy something other than memes or Hanamaki so much.
You went back to ride other attractions, making the time fly by. Out of curiosity you entered a horror attraction that was opening, it was something like a zombie attack. You entered in groups of four and you were matched with two muscular men who laughed at the actors in costumes. You were neutral ignoring the men's comments while Matsukawa was breaking out in a cold sweat. You got to a part where they were trying to scare you, no one flinched except for the Mattsun who jumped grabbing the first thing he caught, accidentally touching the ass of one of the men who accompanied you.
He grabbed your hand to run out of the embarrassing situation through the emergency door, you didn't stop until you were quite far away, so you sat down on a bench to regain energy. He couldn't help but blush when he heard your laugh, you were already crying with laughter at the misfortune of Matsukawa. You wiped away your tears to soothe him by giving him a comfortable pat on the shoulder.
"Come on, it hasn't been that bad."
You looked at each other for a few minutes in silence until you burst out laughing again trying to recover the air you were losing.
"I-It's not funny!"
He pouted, cheeks still burning, earning a small side hug to try and comfort him.
The rest of the afternoon you teased Mattsun with jokes about what happened but you still decided to keep it a secret for now. No one should find out about the photos with the Disney characters and even less that he had touched a stranger's buttock.
Matsukawa Issei,
Rate: __/10
Notes: do not enter horror attractions with him.
You'd be lying if you said you had high expectations when it came to Oikawa, since he boasted so much about being the best, it'll be a good date right? Well, didn't start very well when you almost fainted when you were next to the boy, who had put on at least two liters of cologne.
When you could get used to the strong smell you were already in what seemed to be his destination, a huge shopping center. You must have guessed, we are talking about Oikawa Tooru.
What you didn't expect is that you would go into all shops, you literally didn't leave a single one. You were now sitting, drinking a milkshake, waiting for him to come out of the fitting room with some clothes he wanted to try on. The liquid came out of you nose and began to cough uncontrollably when Oikawa came out of the fitting room in a fiery red mini dress, black heeled boots and a feather scarf, he looked like a dancer from a cabaret. He even had eye makeup on.
'Where did he get that from? I'd rather not know.'
"(Nn)! I knew that I was divine."
"Y-yes…"
You spoke with difficulty from choking earlier. You looked everywhere looking for someone who had seen the scene but luckily everyone seemed to be on their business and had not noticed the boy.
"Oikawa, please change your clothes."
He pouted to go back into the small room, you sighed more calmly, thinking that this date was going to be more normal but it turned out that it wasn't. When you came out you went for a little walk looking at some shop windows or talking about the captain's problems, you began to hear a lot of female whispers and from one moment to the next Oikawa was surrounded by fangirls, leaving you aside. You went to sit on a bench, knowing that this was going to happen.
"(N)."
A hand landed on your shoulder and you smiled when you saw the boy.
"Hey Toshi."
He smiled back to sit next to you, you ended up talking about how you were here pointing to a bunch of people —girls— where your captain was. Wakatoshi was there to buy some new shoes, according to him he had come with the rest of the team but they got separated.
"Ushiwaka!"
A thunderous voice interrupted your talk, he calmly walked to the bench to smile with his eyes closed when he saw you and throw himself into your arms.
"Tendou I think you're crushing her."
"Tendou, come back here!"
Semi screamed in the distance, you could see the former setter's face was smeared with ice cream as he glared knives at the readhead, who started running.
"I think I should go get them."
"Yeah, you should go Toshi."
You were going to hug to say goodbye but other arms caught you first.
"You can't steal my girl, especially not on our date!"
"Your girl? Date?"
Wakatoshi's expression darkened sending chills to Oikawa while you simply glanced at your phone without interest.
"U-umh yes! my (Nn)!"
Without thinking much, he planted a short kiss on your lips, leaving Ushijima and you stunned. There were a few minutes of tension until a loud blow was heard all over the place.
Oikawa came to his house with a kick and Ushijima no longer wanted him in Shiratorizawa.
Oikawa Tooru,
Rate: __/10
Notes: don't go out to public places with him
You were hoping this would be the most normal and coherent outing of all, because he's Iwaizumi, and he really was kind of a real gentleman.
You two stayed last in the gym cleaning up, then you stopped to buy some sweets in the vending machine while you thought of strategies on how to hit their captain so that he would stop being so annoying. When the boy found out that he kissed you, a vein popped out on his forehead, he would hit that stupid when he saw him, for now he wanted to take advantage of the time with you. Since you were wearing sports clothes you decided to run a bit on a not very long route, it came from someone as sporty as Iwa, but it was good to go running for a day, although you almost died trying to keep up with him.
"Let's rest."
You thanked lying down so that your breathing would calm down, Hajime passed you a bottle of water and patted your back.
"Don't worry, we won't run anymore." he laugh awkwardly "Sorry, I really thought the idiots already took you to all the places I could think of."
"Yes, they were original when choosing some places, but it's okay Iwaizumi, this is a good plan."
You smiled giving him a thumbs up, making him gain more confidence that you weren't put off by a less romantic plan. When you felt rested you walked at a calmer pace enjoying the views while talking about the club and how weird others were sometimes.
"Here we are."
Iwaizumi stood with both hands on his hips, you were in a fairly large lake where you could rent canoes to sail in couples. At least you were able to enjoy the boy's muscular arms in the foreground thanks to the ride where he practically rowed alone.
You had fun splashing some water on each other to cool off and seeing the pretty fish that were there. Almost everything went well except for the fact that just as you were reaching the end of the tour a fish jumped hitting Iwaizumi in the face, which in turn unbalanced the canoe causing you to fall into the water. Since you didn't want to catch a cold again, you suggested going to your house, which was not far away, to take a shower. He accepted, a little embarrassed for having spoiled what was left of the day.
"I'm sorry."
You denied, downplaying the problem to pass him some loose clothing and a towel. Iwaizumi made dinner by way of apology for ruining the moment and causing trouble —not accepting help— who knew the grumpy team mom knew how to cook that well.
You ended up falling asleep in your bed while watching Godzilla.
Iwaizumi Hajime,
Rate: __/10
Notes: invite him home to make dinner more times
You entered the club room where everyone was gathered as usual, quietly you began to clean up the mess as usual, ignoring the dispute between the boys. Watari started to help you, wanting not to be a part of the fight.
"Can you tell why are they arguing now?"
A bead of sweat ran down the libero's forehead, who was looking nervously from side to side.
"U-umh well they… discuss to know who kisses better."
You rolled your eyes to listen to the conversation, having a certain déjà vu at the scene of everyone yelling over something stupid.
"I'm sure Oikawa is a disaster at kissing."
"Hey! That's a lie." he pouted "Besides, I'm sure you haven't even given a kiss."
Makki put his hand to his chest in offense, he pointed out to the first years.
"I'm not a novice like them."
"There is no problem in not having kissed, right Kunimi?"
Kindaichi nudged his friend expecting an affirmation, but only received a mysterious laugh.
"Kunimi!?"
They started to raise their voices more and more until Oikawa banged on the table making a noise above everyone making them shut up.
"I got it!" he pointed to you "She will vote for us, she will have to kiss us and qualify."
He smirked victoriously at his "great idea", everyone watched as you blinked many times, smiling falsely to slam the door, you weren't going to go through there, with dating you could at least have a good bonding moment but this already seemed like a joke.
"Speaking of kisses… Oikawa, isn't there something you should tell us?"
"E-eh, I don't thing so?" he laughed nervously "Oh! It's late, my girlfriend awaits me."
"But she broke with you a week ago…"
Matsukawa muttered looking at him with a raised eyebrow. The captain smiled to run away, or so he tried because Iwaizumi grabbed him so he wouldn't escape. They would have a long talk about respecting the personal space of others.
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Wine On - Garden Gang what if
Summary: Has light Radiorose, but mainly because the Deer is tired of the rest of the Garden Gang and Hotel Crew
Also: it's my bday today, so I'm giving all of you a gift.
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Bad idea to get everyone drunk off of Al's aged since the days of Eden liquor. Bad idea.
Husk was on a ceiling rafter with Lute and they were fighting over the space, Angel was running around nude with a lampshade, Niffty was running to and fro everywhere, Cherri was taking shots off of Saint Pentious' body as he lay wasted on the table, Vaggie was crying to Lilith who was comforting her, and Lucifer was still chugging the liquor with Eve and Adam.
Where Al was? That was a mystery. He'd vanished after hour 2 of being drunker than anyone had ever seen him. And that was 3 hours ago.
"Guys.. we need to find Alastor." Charlie said, finally.
Lilith, Lucifer, Adam and Eve all laughed.
"What's so-"
"Kid, he sent a text. Lookat.." Adam showed her the phone.
Charlie read it out, "about to go the the flower garden. Don't tell Charlie." She was confused, looking at Adam. "What does he mean by-"
"Char-char, shh. Charlie ain't s'pposed ta hear that Antlers went ta his lady friend's to finally get *hic* tapped out like a light switch." Lucifer said at the bar. "Dude's about to be bow chicka wowed!" This drew a laugh from almost everyone.
"About time." Eve said, slamming her bottle down.
"Oh.. well, good for him I guess.." Charlie said, giving in to temptation and grabbing an unopened bottle to drink from.
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"How'd you sleep?" Rosie asked Alastor, he'd shown up at her place drunk out of his mind and collapsed onto her shop floor.
Alastor gave a thumbs up. "Best sleep ever." He smiled at her, looking at the frilly gown she'd dressed him in. "I feel pretty." He leaned on her. "Am I pretty?"
"Gorgeous." Rosie chuckled, wrapping an arm around him.
"I don't wanna go back to the hotel yet. I'm not about to be the only sober one." Alastor murmured as he yawned.
"Good, I like having a deer to cuddle." Rosie moved her other hand up to cup his face and kiss his cheek.
"Thank you, for not taking advantage of me, in that state.." Alastor didn't elaborate further.
"Oh babe, I would never." Rosie kissed his cheek. "And I wouldn't let anyone else see you that way. You're too innocent for that."
"Me? Innocent?" Alastor chuckled, before his stomach growled.
"Aw, does my deer want a snackie?" Rosie pinched his cheek.
Alastor bit her fingers, just a nibble, grinning. "Yes, but you'll be more than enough."
Rosie laughed, kissing him. "Stay put, lover boy, I'll go fetch you a nice leg."
"Big enough to share? I don't want to eat alone."
"Of course, you clingy drunk buck." Rosie pinched his nose before she left to go retrieve the piece of meat.
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There Alastor stayed with Rosie, talking about everything and nothing.
"Your mother, tell me about her." Rosie said after finally convincing Alastor to let her do his hair, deciding to put her spare set of curlers in his hair to be careful of his ears.
"Most loving woman you'd ever meet." Alastor chuckled. "She'd make you feel like you'd always been part of the household. Give you a simple chore, a cuppa, plate of whatever she'd made that day." He sighed. "I miss that, honestly. But, given my sins.."
"Why not try, Al?" Rosie asked him, knowing what that would mean.
"I.. I'm afraid to lose the only.. I- I mean.." Alastor, the radio demon, tongue tied? Oh, this was a treat.
"I know. I'd miss you too much too." Rosie kissed the top of his head. "The man who taught me what love could be."
Alastor hummed, smiling. "I'd miss how freely you can move me. Like a mannequin in your shop. The only woman who will ever truly have my heart in a way I thought not possible."
They lapsed into a silence filled with love, Rosie finishing up with curling his hair. Alastor quickly returned the favor, using her brush to untangle her hair and brush it out into waves of white before putting it into a messy french braid.
From there, the two danced. To music and laughter. Just the two of them.
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The hotel? Oh..
Lucifer, Vaggie, Lute and Adam were all drunk and sharing a braincell that had them flying around a passed out Lilith and Husk like vultures.
Niffty had flooded several toilets - how? No one dared ask.
Cherri had disappeared with Pentious.
Angel and Charlie were drunk dancing on the bar and screaming karaoke. Eve reviled in the chaos, laughing between swigs of her bottle.
Yup, Alastor would be one angry deer when he came home. Especially concerning the snapping gators that had just escaped his room - thanks Niffty.
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Alastor returned the next morning, Rosie having driven him to the hotel herself, opening the door. What greeted his curly head was a disaster. A mess. Shit he was NOT dealing with. He closed the door and walked back to Rosie's car, sliding across the hood and then getting into the passenger seat.
"That bad?" Rosie asked with a laugh.
Alastor nodded. "I'm just going to hang about Cannibal Town today."
"Perfect. Oh, hey! Let's go to the theater! They have black and white shows today." Rosie started to drive away from the hotel.
"Rosie, take me on your magic journey. Be my guide." Alastor said, turning the radio on to jazz.
"As you wish, my dear deer." Rosie laughed as they sped down the road, soon joined by Alastor.
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Lil blurb taking care of a drunk + touchy Steve? (hi Katie!!! Hope ur well<3)
hi ri !! i hope you had a great day and tysm for requesting <3
steve has had way too much to drink.
he’s lazily sprawled across the couch and taking up too much space, thigh-to-thigh and arm pressed against yours; it’s as if he can barely hold himself upright anymore and has to lean on you for support.
the party has died down a bit by now, the current time reaching close to 2am, but there’s still a quiet buzz of muffled conversations and low music filtering throughout his living room that’s interrupted by the boy next to you.
“you’re so pretty,” he slurs in your ear. his head is resting on your shoulder, the messy pile of chestnut hair brushing across your cheek and you’re wondering how it would feel to run your fingers through it—would it be as soft and full as it looks?
he doesn’t mean anything by it, he’s just drunk, you convince yourself. steve is your best friend, after all. he’s never shown any interest in you like this before.
“i think that’s enough for you,” you tease gently, slipping the red solo cup from his other hand and placing it on the side table next to you. “you’re talking nonsense now.”
“not nonsense,” steve mumbles argumentatively, a soft pout to his lips. “prettiest girl i’ve ever seen.” he readjusts his position on the couch, the movement causing you to tilt toward his lap. you quickly pull away so as to avoid any further awkwardness between the two of you, but he just slips his hand into the back pocket of your shorts and brings you to rest fully on his lap.
“there,” he whispers, a satisfied grin pulling at his lips.
your face heats at the contact. you’ve never been this close to him before, the most you’ve ever done was hold hands or playfully punch his shoulder, but this is a completely different territory for you and you aren’t sure what to do. the close proximity allows you to scan his features: the strong brows and constellation of moles that dot his face, the soft pink lips and wide brown eyes that shine a melted caramel in the lamplight around you.
you clear your throat softly and stand up but steve stops you before you can take a step further.
“where are you going?” he pouts, hands reaching for you as you pull away. he looks so adorable like this, so unlike his usual cool self that you can’t help but giggle to yourself.
you clasp his hands in yours gently before lowering them back to his lap. “just going to grab you a water, harrington. i’ll be right back.”
he reaches for you again, this time hooking his fingers into your belt loops to tug you toward him and in between his spread legs. “but i’ll miss you.”
you bite your lip to suppress a smile, his childish antics alighting your chest in gooey warmth and sunshine. “i’ll be right back,” you assure him. “you won’t even notice i’m gone.”
he quickly shakes his head back and forth, causing the mop of messy brown hair to flop around and fall into his eyes.
you chuckle before tenderly brushing it back and meeting his gaze. with a defeated sigh, you ask another partygoer nearby to pass you a bottle of water from the cooler without you having to move away from steve.
bottle in hand, you wipe off the condensation and twist open the cap, passing it to steve and watching as he takes a few gulps, adam’s apple bobbing with the movement. he wipes his mouth with the sleeve of his sweater and hands it back to you to place on the table alongside his cup from earlier.
he nuzzles into your side, the warmth of his breath tickling your neck as he rests up against you, arms wrapped comfortably around your hips.
“thanks for taking care of me,” he whispers.
you smile to yourself as you rub his back, “always.”
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Say Don't Go Pt 2
Navigation / Masterlist
Summary : After Joel utterly broke you. How were you going to mend the pieces back up? You shut yourself out from the world and basically stayed in your home for months on end. Who is able to bring you out of your hibernation and back into the light. And how do you begin to fall in love with someone again.
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It has been months since you had spoken to anyone, or even seen anyone. How many months...you weren't sure exactly. Just that the season had changed from fall to snow and now its beginning to warm up and turn into spring.
Spring and winter were your two favorite seasons. Summer was nice too just can become way to hot and you were a sweater person. Usually you would be out enjoying the weather and hanging with friends but you couldn't even go out. The only times you went out was to the store and straight back home.
You knew your friends were beginning to be worried even when you texted them like once every two months that you were very much alive. Just feeling to much to actually get up and pretend. It was too much.
Today however it had been a bit easier to get up and get a cup of tea. So you were standing by the counter with the tea in the kettle waiting for it to warm up when there was a knock on the door. You only questioned for a second who it was until it started opening up.
Heavy footsteps were heard, not Joel heavy but boot heavy and so you knew that it was Tommy who was the visitor. "y/n" He says in the living room as he takes off his shoes. "I'm in the kitchen"
His footsteps were lighter now that his boots were off and when he sees you he takes in your appearance. You were in one of your baggier hoodies with shorts on and your hair was messy and you looked tired.
Tommy walks over to you and places a hand on your arm lightly. "how about you go sit down on the couch and turn on a movie. Ill make you breakfast and bring it to you" you nod. "ill clean up after. Thank you" your hand rests against his arm lightly before you walk over to the couch and you turn on "the wedding date" which is one of your absolute favorites.
As soon as you turn it on and the music plays Tommy laughs and shakes his head. The two of you have been friends for many years and he would know this movie by heart. "Wedding date really?" he says in a teasing tone causing you to smirk and laugh softly. "you know you love this movie too"
He didn't respond because he knew that you were speaking the truth. Ever since you shown this too him all those years ago it became one of his favorites.
As you watched the movie he made your favorite breakfast and put it on this tray and put your tea on it too and then carefully walked it over to you and placed it on your lap. "thank you Timmy" you tease and he rolls his eyes at the name.
The first time the both of you ever met you had been told his name was Timmy so you called him that for about a week until someone told you and when you apologized to him mortified he just laughed and said it was okay. So that's where the joke came from.
He sits down beside you and gets comfortable. The both of you watch the movie and soon enough you finish your food and set the tray onto your table and sip on the tea. Sometime during the movie you gravitated towards Tommy and your head rests on his shoulder. his arm instinctively wraps around you lightly.
there's a comfortable silence between the two of you until the end of the movie and you go and pick the dishes up. He beats you too it and shakes his head. "I've got this, you however need to get ready. We are going out today" You look at him and go to complain but he gives you a look. "I'm not letting you stay cooped up in here one moment longer. We are going out, Ellie and Dina will be there too"
This shut you up because you did miss those two girls and so you walk into the bathroom and take a shower. You do your whole routine and let yourself relax and then when you finally get out you walk into your room and end up putting on a dark forest green shirt and black pants along with your black light jacket since there is a breeze outside. Then you do your hair and then when you look into the mirror for the last time you look better than you had in months. You have worked out over this period of time because you just needed something to do so you are more toned now.
When you walk back into the living room your kitchen is cleaned up and so is your living room and there is Tommy leaning against the wall on his phone. When he hears your footsteps he looks over at you and his eyes raise slightly. "You look really good" this causes you to laugh because his voice is softer than you've ever heard it and so you walk up to him and place your hand on his arm. "thank you"
He walks you to his car and then the both of you go to his place. Ellie's car is parked in the long driveway and so when the both of you walk into his home there Dina and Ellie are. Dina walks up and pulls you into a hug causing you to freeze momentarily before smiling and hugging her back.
Ellie takes a quick photo while Tommy looks at the both of you hugging as he smiles. Then when the both of you pull away she speaks "How are you doing? Are you alright?" Ellie comes up and gives her a look and she stops the questioning.
You look at her and smile "I think I'm feeling a little better since Tommy came. Maybe I did need to get out of my own home" She smiles and then Ellie pulls you into a hug and you hold her close for a moment before she pulls away and gives you a look "you look terrible. Have you not been sleeping"
A sigh escapes you and shake your head "not really but I'm fine. Ill sleep tonight" You were going to say something else but then Tommy walked in with a dog beside him and your eyes go wide. "oh my god when did you get a dog?!"
He looks at you and shrugs "I didn't. You did. Its yours, I know you have wanted one" The dog runs up to you and you kneel down for it to jump up and lick your face. You say some cute things to it as you pet it. "im naming you Dug"
This caused a laughter to go throughout the room and Ellie to ask "did you seriously just name your dog after the one from UP" When you look over at her you nod "yes I did"
Ellie and Dina joined you and pet the dog and you guys just sit down and play with the dog for a while. Tommy had taken a moment to just look at you. You were smiling as you and the dog played. He felt something ache in his chest for just a moment as he looked at you but he was quick to walk into the kitchen.
Eventually you all go to the living room. You order take out food and just talk. Tommy talks about the job and some things that have happened and the girls tell you about literally everything. Telling you stories about people and their own personal lives.
It was a great day and you missed these people but eventually the sun was beginning to go down and so Ellie and Dina both said their goodbyes leaving you and Tommy on the couch. You had been fighting sleep for almost an hour now and so once the door shuts Tommy taps your arm. "come on. You can take my bed its getting late and you need sleep"
You only yawn in response and were too tired to argue so you walk into his bedroom and flop face first into the mattress. Tommy rolls his eyes and hits you with a pillow. "come on get under the covers before you wake up complaining in the middle of the night"
To his words you flip him off and move. You cover yourself up and then scoot over in the bed. "look you are not sleeping on the couch. As much as I love you I do not want to hear you complaining about how your back hurts in the morning. Just lay here with me. Not like it would be the first time we have been in the same bed
He seems to think about his options before getting into bed with you. It doesn't take long for the both of you to get comfortable and to fall asleep holding each other. Lets just say its the best sleep you have gotten in a long time.
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A few months go by and you have been practically living at Tommy's place. Your routine consisted of waking up and having your breakfast either inside watching a movie or taking it outside and enjoying the sunshine. Once you were finished you would work out and then get ready for the day.
Sometimes Tommy would come over and hang out for a bit before going to work or you would go over there. Dug has grown more attached to you. Everywhere you sat he was by your feet, everywhere you went he was by your side. It wasn't annoying because you knew he was doing it to keep you safe. As if he knew that you needed him.
Dug would come with you too Tommy's. The two of them were buddies too. The only time Dug would leave you was to go to him. That dog saved you in many ways. He motivated you to get up out of bed every morning, take him on walks, got you out of the house. He was wonderful and you couldn't thank Tommy enough for giving you him.
However over the past few months feelings had been blossoming between you and Tommy. You had felt something for him for about a month now. Hell you might have felt something for him all those years ago but here they were again, and you didn't have any idea if he felt the same for you.
But he did
Tommy had always felt something for you. When the two of you met he was married and he stayed loyal to her. His feelings for you were so deeply buried that he hadn't known they were there.
The moment he began to feel something for you again was when he saw you with Ellie. Ellie was a young teenager and was struggling still to get accustomed so you showed her the in and outs of the town you lived in. You showed her your garden, your library and many other places. However you saved best for last. Your music collection.
That's one thing the two of you had in common was your love for music. The both of you bonded over that and when you had walked her back to Joel and Tommy the both of you were laughing about something and just the sound of your laughter had him wanting you.
He promised himself he would wait for you. In fact he thought it would be the hardest thing in the world...but it wasn't. It was painful yes. To watch the person that he loves caught up with Joel and his foolishness was painful. It wasn't because he was jealous it was because he knew how this would affect you. And just as he feared...it happened and then you distanced yourself from everyone.
Ellie and practically everyone else could see how he felt for you. Everyone except you. and over the course of these past few months there had been certain times where he was sure he couldn't love you more.
These times being when you and Dug met. You were so gentle with each other. And your laughter. Then there was when you were reading a book with tears in your eyes and when he had asked what happened you said "he confessed his love for her. Its beautiful", Next was when you all went out for drinks and someone had started karaoke. You sang to a Queen song and brought Ellie on stage with you. You were laughing and dancing with Ellie and smiling.
You have done a lot of smiling the past few months and he could see just how much joy just radiates from you when you are happy. Its contagious, everyone around you cant help but be a little happier.
Something else that's been happening the past few months is that you have been sleeping like a baby. When you were at home you slept with soft music playing and didn't wake up till the sun rose. And on nights when you slept over at Tommy's the both of you would hold each other and sleep in late. and in doing so you looked the best you ever had.
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Then this brings you to now its been about a year since that day Tommy had made you get our of your house instead of moping around and you were getting ready. It was now fall so you could wear your sweaters now without looking like a crazy person.
You put on your light brown sweater and some comfortable pants. Then you walk downstairs and Dug is already sitting by the door as you get your shoes on. Once your shoes are on you grab your wallet and phone putting them in your pocket before opening the door.
Dug had never needed a leash. He had always stayed by your side unless you specifically told him he can roam around freely. So now as you take him to the park that's around your home you bend down to pet him. "Okay buddy we can play for a bit okay but I would like to get some reading in" he wagged his tail in response and so you get out his ball and throw it. Dug takes off after it while you sit down on the bench.
Pulling out your book you open it and begin to read. You expected to only get a page in before he came back with the ball but when you see him dart in the other direction you look and when he reaches a person its none other than Tommy.
Tommy looks over at you and your eyes meet as he waves before throwing the ball again. As Dug goes after it again he walks over to you and sits beside you. "thought I might find the both of you here" you look up at him "am i really that predictable Timmy"
The both of you laugh softly before he asks what book your reading. "I'm reading Pride and Prejudice. I'm trying to finish it before the week is over" he nods and listens to you. "I remember watching that movie years ago. The love interest was kind of a dick to her right?"
This causes you to nod "Well yes you are correct BUT he ends up apologizing. He didn't realize the harshness of his words and he ends up changing up his act for the better and the two of them fall in love. Its sweet really" He looks at you as you speak and a soft smile forms on his lips. "What's sweet. The fact that he loved her enough to change himself. For the better and for her to be happy too?"
You meet his eyes and nod "exactly. To be loved is to be changed..is what I like to say" Tommy nods and then looks into your eyes. Its the kind of look that seems as if he could look straight into your soul and see every bit of you. "I agree with that. Loving someone will change you in the best way possible."
At his words and his gaze you could feel how your heart was beating. "are you speaking from experience?" you knew that your voice was wavering but you couldn't care especially when his response was "oh definitely. Cant you see just how much you have changed me"
You were at a loss for words so you instead bring your hand up to the side of his face. Rubbing your thumb across his cheek and jaw you pull him into a kiss. The kiss is soft and gentle so when you pull away you can speak. "cant you see how you have changed me? I mean take a real good look at me Miller"
He places his hands on your sides and smiles "oh hun I always take a good look at you. You are my heaven on earth"
Now Tommy has never been a very religious man especially after the out break but when those words escaped his mouth you couldn't help but kiss him once more. And the only reason you pulled away as soon as you did was because Dug had placed his head on your lap along with his slobbery ball.
This was your family, along with Dina and Ellie. This is the life you will choose every day and you knew that they will stay. pint
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Dreams
Chapter 05 - Jon
18+ MINORS DNI
Word Count: 2.9k
Chapter Warnings: angst
The haunting nightmare had returned with a vengeance. Jon felt the clammy chill of the castle walls wrap around him as he held the wailing infant in his arms. His face was caked in crimson and droplets of blood trickled from the corners of his eyes.
An eerie voice called out his name, urging him to turn around. Fearful yet determined, Jon slowly twisted his body and saw Lucie's lifeless frame crumpled on the cold stone floor, surrounded by a growing pool of her own lifeblood. The babe had stilled in his embrace, its wide eyes fixed on Jon's face - it seemed to be begging for rescue.
He took one step towards her, when an overwhelming pain surged through his chest, like a thousand arrows piercing deep into the innermost depths of his core.
Jon tried to move forward but was unable to do so, as if he was stuck in time itself. He looked down at Lucie, noticing her lifeless eyes which were still filled with love despite her death. Tears started streaming down Jon's face as he realized that it was all his fault--he had been too slow to save her; now she lay dead before him due to his negligence.
The pain in Jon's chest only intensified as he saw the babe lying helplessly next to Lucie's lifeless body, its little hands clutching her arm tightly as if begging not to be taken away from its mother even in death.
He knew he could never make up for what had happened; all he could do now was offer it some comfort by taking it away from this place of tragedy and giving it a better life elsewhere.
Waking up with a start, Jon saw the way Ghost, his direwolf, looked at him with concerned eyes and shook his head. What the hell?
He knew Lucie would get engaged to Robb at some point, yet he hadn't anticipated his mind to react in such a dastardly way. He gently scratched Ghost between his ears and groaned, running his hands through his messy hair. Maester Luwin had been right all these years ago - going to bed angry was never a good idea.
He pulled on a fresh shirt and traipsed over to his washing basin, quickly washing his sweaty face in the icy water. Lucie hadn't shown up yesterday to the library. Did something happen to her? Pulling on his breeches and lacing them, he shook his head. No, most probably Robb forbade her. He knew it wasn't just for him that she went there - it was her only place where she could talk openly about her worries. Besides, Robb did have a certain posessive streak about him, since the moment where they started... noticing women.
Throwing on the rest of his clothes, along with his sword belt and a fur cloak, he quickly fixed his dark, tousled hair and walked out of chambers down to the hall to break fast with the others. Would Lucie be there? Straightening his shoulders, he bit his tongue. Of course she'd be there, gods, she isn't married to Robb yet, she'd have no reason not to eat with everyone else.
Quickening his pace, Jon entered the dining hall and looked around for her. To his relief, she was there. She was sitting next to Robb, and the two of them were engaged in a lively conversation with Sansa, looking like the closest of family. Jon felt a stab of pain in his chest and walked over to where the food was kept on the long trestle tables.
"Hey, Jon, you look rough."
Jon turned around to see Theon standing behind him, grinning like a fool. That little prick. Jon gritted his teeth, raising his brows. "You don't look so good either, Greyjoy."
Lucie and Robb both looked up at once, glancing at each other and then back at Jon. He walked over to the table with his food, trying to make his features into an innocent expression.
"Jon." Robb got up from his seat and walked over to him, placing a firm hand on his shoulder. "Come to my chambers later, we need to talk."
He gave Jon a hard look before turning around, and sitting back down again. Jon's body tensed up, but he collected himself, walking over to his seat and sitting down. He glanced at Lucie who had a perplexed look on her face. He gave her a small smile and she returned it, whispering something to Robb who nodded his head.
"Thank you for the meal." Jon said with a curt nod to Maester Luwin who was standing on the other side of the table.
Theon muttered an agreement which was echoed by the younger children.
Lucie glanced at the pile of eggs and bacon on his plate and gave him a smirk. Gods, that smirk... "Have you not had enough to eat, yesterday, at the feast? You look like a starving man." The lightness in her voice brought a smile to Jon's face. He hadn't heard Lucie sound so cheerful in so long.
Though he was glad that she was so content, were her joyous feelings connected to Robb? His heart grew heavy at the thought but he tried to remind himself that it wasn't his place to question her happiness. No matter what, she would soon be married and he had to quell these confusing emotions.
“Yesterday's feast had been magnificent, but today my stomach rumbles once again, Lady Lucie,” he said with a faint smile as he lifted his mug of warm beer to his lips. At the same time, he could feel Robb's looming presence in the back of his mind; nothing ever good comes from his need for further discussion. He had to force himself not to shudder at the thought.
Lucie giggled, further surprising Jon and Robb. Lucie... giggled? The two of them shared a look before Jon cleared his throat. "So... what are your plans for today?" he asked, turning back to Lucie.
"I'm going to go embroider with Sansa and Arya, I'll try to get them to stay still and not insult each other for a while," she said with a bright smile. "And then I think I'll go into the godswood and draw, I think."
Jon glanced over at Robb. "Do you want me to come with you outside? It's getting colder now, I'll try to keep your ink from freezing."
It was clear that Robb was uncomfortable by the suggestion but Lucie's face lit up. "Yes! That would be wonderful."
Jon felt his chest tighten as he watched Lucie finishing her breakfast, the motion of her lips mesmerizing him. His heart raced at the thought of touching those lips with his own, to see them wrapped around his member...
He had to force himself to look away in order to keep from thinking about these wicked things - never before had he experienced such longing and lust for someone so close yet so forbidden. He nearly choked on his thoughts as he realized that he'd never be able to escape them.
He'd never have thought that someone so dear to him could lighten up his day and dampen it at the same time just by simply existing.
Robb's voice interrupted his thoughts. "If you two are done here, I'll need to discuss something with Jon in my chambers."
Lucie nodded, pushing her chair away from the table. She grabbed Arya's hand as Sansa followed close behind them and started walking towards the door.
Jon quickly stood and followed them out of the dining hall, though he couldn't help but feel a sting of disappointment at having to leave Lucie's presence so soon. As Theon strode away, his echoing laugh reverberated through the room. "Ha! Little Snow's going to get an earful for fucking the ice-maid", he jeered mockingly.
Even through his shock, Jon couldn't help but notice Lucie's cheeks flush pink in reaction. He was furious that Theon would even suggest such a thing - did he really think it was funny?
"Shut your damned mouth before I give you one," Robb retorted and shook his head, motioning Jon to leave with him.
Ignoring Theon's comment and Robb's apologetic look, Lucie left the hall. With one final tug on Arya's hand she disappeared around the corner, which left him to follow Robb up to his chambers.
Noting the stiffness in Robb's expression, Jon was sure that he had heard Theon's comment.
"I'm glad we can talk, Jon." Robb took a deep breath as they came up the stairs to his chambers. "Please, in, in here."
Jon stood on his side of the door and waited for Robb to open it, which he did after a moment of hesitation, allowing Jon in first before closing the door behind them.
"So, uhm... never mind that." Robb said in an attempt to sound casual. "I mean, it's not important, I guess. Go on, take a seat."
Jon folded his arms over his chest, his eyes locked on Robb's. "Robb, Theon's an idiot who doesn't know what he's talking about - I can't believe that he would says something like that in front of the kids, in front of Maester Luwin."
Letting out an annoyed growl, Robb massaged his temples. "I know, I know, don't worry, I'll tell him to stop. He's been trying to suggest I fuck Lucie before our marriage so she might warm up to me, but that's just... so wrong."
Shrugging, Jon sighed. "That's Theon for you. Though most of the stuff he said probably come from his own dreams."
Robb stared at him, tilting his head. "You don't mean...?"
"I'm not saying anything," Jon said, lifting his hands in surrender. "But I think you should relax and stop worrying so much, Robb. You're too tense for courting Lucie - I honestly don't know why... uh... it doesn't work between you two."
Robb let out a deep sigh, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "It's not that I don't like Lucie, it's just that... I feel like we barely know each other. And then there's you," he said as he turned his gaze to Jon, his eyes filled with an intensity that made Jon's heart race. "How did you manage to get so close to her, Jon?"
Jon felt his cheeks heat up, his mind racing to come up with a plausible answer. He couldn't admit to the sinful thoughts that plagued his mind whenever he was near Lucie and the fact that he didn't have to do anything special... He was just being himself.
"I... I don't know, Robb. I guess we just clicked," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Robb narrowed his eyes, his jaw clenched as he studied Jon's face. "There's something you're not telling me, Jon. I can see it in your eyes."
Jon's heart raced as he felt Robb's hand grip his shoulder tightly. "Please, Robb, let it go. It's not important."
"It is important, Jon. Lucie is going to be my wife soon and I need to know everything about her."
Jon felt a pang of jealousy and anger at Robb's words. How could he be so blind to see that Lucie that she had feelings too? Feelings that were human, like grief, anger and fear? "Why don't you just ask her then? Instead of interrogating me?"
Robb's grip on Jon's shoulder tightened, his eyes locked onto Jon's. "Because I trust you, Jon. You're my brother."
Jon could hardly breathe as Robb stepped closer to him. "It's just so confusing, Robb. I know you don't want to hurt her, but... I like her, Robb, I adore her." The words left Jon's mouth before he could stop them, but it did not matter anymore - he could not take them back.
Jon gulped, his throat dry as he watched his brother move even closer to him, his free hand lifting to Jon's other shoulder, staring down at him. "I know, Jon. I know how much you love her and I know how much you want her. But I want her too. She is mine - my betrothed."
Robb's voice was firm, yet it held a pleading tone that tugged at Jon's heart. He swallowed the lump in his throat as he felt Robb hesitantly loosen his grip on him. "Please, Jon, you're the only one who can help me with this."
Jon closed his eyes, his voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, Robb, I'll help you. Always." What did he get himself into? Was he mad, telling Robb about..?
"I'm so sorry, Jon. I know this must hurt you, but I need you. I need you both." His brother's hand relaxed its grip. "I know I'm being selfish, but I can't help it. I need her."
Jon opened his eyes, his heart hammering in his chest as Robb's hand lingered at his shoulder, his gaze boring into Jon's as he walked back to his chair.
Jon felt a pang of sadness rush through him as he stared at his brother's broad back. He couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if things were different. If Robb didn't have to marry Lucie, Jon could tell her how he truly felt and be with her like he had always wanted. But that was impossible now, Robb had chosen Lucie and there was no going back from that.
He exhaled sharply, feeling a sudden wave of admiration for Robb flood through him despite everything. His brother trusted him so much and still wanted his opinion even though Jon had revealed his true feelings about Lucie. He was so grateful for the trust between them - something that they had never really shared before - and he vowed to do whatever it takes to keep it alive. It meant more to him than anything else in the world right now, even if it meant having to put aside his own feelings about Lucie just this once.
Clearing his throat, Jon gave Robb an awkward smile. "Well, uh, now that that's settled, what would you like to know about her. I'll try my best to answer all of your questions."
Robb relaxed his shoulders, the tension leaving his body as he settled back into his chair. "Thank you, Jon. I appreciate it." He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees as he gazed at Jon. "So, tell me, what does Lucie like to do? What are her interests?"
Jon thought for a moment, his mind racing through all the conversations that he had had with Lucie over the past few months. "Well, she enjoys drawing and reading. She's had a lot of free time lately, so she's been trying to improve her skills."
Robb's eyes lit up, a smile forming on his lips. "That's great. Maybe I could commission her to draw something for me."
Jon nodded, a sense of relief washing over him as he talked about Lucie's hobbies. Maybe this would help Robb see her in a different light and stop worrying so much about connecting with her.
"But there's something else, too," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Lucie hates public speaking. It makes her really nervous."
Robb frowned, his brow furrowing as he looked at Jon. "Why would that matter?"
Jon shrugged. "I don't know, Robb. It's just something that I've noticed about her. Maybe you could try to avoid putting her in situations where she has to talk in front of a crowd? It seemed like you startled her greatly at the feast, when you announced your betrothal."
Robb leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping on the armrests as he thought about what Jon had just said. "I see. That's good to know. Thank you, Jon. I... uh,,, Will try to approach her in a different way. And if uh... no, you know, forget it. Shall we go and spar for a bit? This has gotten so awkward, I'm looking forward to blowing off some steam."
Jon smiled, a wave of relief washing over him as he saw his brother's tense shoulders relax. "Yes, that's a good idea." He rose to his feet, feeling a knot of tension leave his body as he stretched. "I'll meet you outside."
With a deep sigh, Jon shut the door tightly behind them and smiled as he strolled down the hall towards the courtyard.
He had done it again - helped Robb, and by extension, Lucie. He had managed to hold his feelings for her at bay, even if only for a few moments. And he knew that it was for the best because now, he could stand by Robb's side and help him truly connect with Lucie.
As Lucie and Sansa's laughter rang out in the halls, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. He had worked so hard to be in this position, to have her close to him, but now that it was within his grasp, he had to let her go. She was untouchable, and he knew he could never truly reach her.
His heart ached with every step he took, the pain growing with every breath he took, yet he felt strangely light and free. He had done it for Robb and Lucie - he had sacrificed his own happiness for theirs, it was the epitome of chivalry. And he would do it again.
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Library mess
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader
Word count: 951
Summary: Little mess in library with Bucky
Warnings: uncomfortably, raw, pain, unhurriedly enjoying the state you found yourself in with him. 18+ mdni
You stared into his blue eyes, twinkling in the light of the Christmas lights. The lights put you in a festive mood. That was it. It was everything you dreamed of. Everything you wanted.
Those arms resting on your waist. The body pinning you against the wall. Hot breath leaving fresh traces on the skin.
He was making you dizzy. He made you dance in the clouds. You were drowning in those brown eyes, like in an ocean full of tenderness and longing for his burning body.
Longing for your touch. Feelings of closeness. belonging to you. The feeling that he is yours and only yours.
He placed a tender kiss on your chapped lips. A plush hand touched your belly, and you felt a sudden rush of excitement. Melancholy flooded your mind.
You admired him. You really admired him for what he could do. He was your hero. Your own private world.
He kissed you tenderly, trailing kisses down your neck. He slowly made his way down, pulling back the shirt that was covering your breasts.
He kissed them softly with longing lips. Here, in seclusion where no prying eyes would find you, he was with you, and you were slowly sinking into him. You merged with his body.
Burning skin, deathly pale face, dark circles under his eyes that emphasized his lack of sleep. Tender gestures, shy glances, subtle touches with your hands, you've been ready for it for a long time.
For so long. You wanted it as much as he did. He hadn't shown it before, but as time went by, his emotions started to show. There were only ambiguous signs, heavy breathing between you, restless heartbeats when you were near. And this uncertainty that someone or something will stand in your way. But it finally happened. You were here, in the old library, where the oldest exhibit was him. A dangerous artifact. An underrated masterpiece. You could smell old books, a large amount of previously drunk alcohol and its perfume; sandalwood, musk and a light scent of cider. It was like a time bomb that was bound to explode.
You leaned against the bookshelf with post-war books. You bantered, you argued, you irritated each other, but in the end you both got along well. Despite the differences of opinion, you were still close to each other. You supported each other despite all the difficulties. Despite all this messy life.
You begged him to make love here and now, among these books, among the empty chairs and silence that reigned in this dark, dusty and cobwebbed library. He tried to stop himself. He would like to have all of you, not just a part that will remind him that you are only his.
Diligent kisses left a mark on your neck, cleavage and memories. They've burned you completely into a state of numbness.
Quiet moans coming from his parted mouth, hot breath, raw body leaning against your silhouette. You felt him enter you, slowly, awkwardly. You sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck, he sat you down on the table, kissing you tenderly on the lips. His hip movements were chaotic, unhurried. He relished how gorgeous you looked as he entered you with his entire length. Sweat trickled down his temples, soft sighs turned into loud grunts. You felt the table top digging into your buttocks, the uncomfortable position made you feel insecure. He supported you with his hands, placing them on your ass. You felt a chill on the left side of your body, so overwhelming and piercing that you flinched at the feeling.
Raw thrusts. Shallow breaths. Heart palpitations.
You wrapped your legs around his waist. You finally relaxed enough to feel him enter you. Your pelvis fell calmly into his strong hands, holding you in a firm grip. For a moment, you felt excruciating pain shooting from your pelvic floor to your core. You finally felt the pleasure he wanted to give you. You felt it in yourself, in his kisses on your bare breasts. Torn dress. Endorphin rush. You were overwhelmed with excitement and emotions that did not allow you to forget about yourself.
"my sweet little girl" he purred into your skin.
You shivered at the vibration of his voice.
You wrapped your arms around his neck tighter. You felt a prick in your lower back. Heavy, hot breath on sweaty skin. His body glowed in the lamplight, sweat trickling down his chin. His sweaty face showed off his flushed cheeks. He seemed more alive, aroused by the way you look while he fucks you on that messy table that's barely holding up anymore.
Just a moment. A few more pushes, and this table will fall to pieces under your bodies.
He loved listening to you. Watching your reactions when he fucks you like crazy. He knew exactly where to hit. Where and with what force. It's like a rag to a bull for him. It turns him on more than the way you look at him that way of your own when you feel him thrusting his cock into you. You feel that you are already on the edge, you slowly fall down, and he with you as you tighten the walls around his perimeter. He feels the pelvic floor crusting, the slow throbbing and the diligent burning in his belly. The intestines are on fire.
You landed on the table with a thud that was barely holding on.
You placed a kiss on his plush lips. Sweat ran down your bodies. Clothes stuck to the skin.
The torn dress reminded you of what happened here. This state. The memory of touch and kisses will stay for a long time.
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