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unclewaynemunson · 8 months

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Pt2 of the badly kept secrets of Eddie's heart monitor

After the first two weeks, Steve seems to have suddenly decided to stop visiting Eddie. No explanation, no goodbye: one day he's there, and then he... Isn't. It takes a few days, sometimes, Steve has a life of his own after all, but a whole week goes by with nothing. And another one. Eddie only knows he's alive – and in town – because the others told him when he asked. Maybe Steve's gotten tired of being surrounded by all that hospital sterility. Or maybe he's gotten tired of being around Eddie. Or maybe... Eddie groans and takes up a stare-down with the fucking heart monitor that's still attached to him at all times, his biggest enemy.

Unfortunately, he has way too much time on his hands, alone in this room and unable to do anything but lie in bed and stare at the ceiling. It makes it far too easy to let his thoughts spiral. Maybe – no, probably, certainly, undoubtedly – that goddamn heart monitor was the ideal help for Steve to decipher Eddie's biggest secret without any difficulties.

Yes, that must be the reason why Steve is staying away. Sure, the guy could tolerate being around “the freak” for a few hours a week out of pity, but of course he wouldn't want anything to do with him anymore upon finding out exactly what kind of freaky thoughts he really has about Steve. Steve was polite enough to pretend like he didn't notice the heart monitor speeding up every single time he got in Eddie's proximity, but of course, of course he noticed. He noticed and now he hates Eddie.

And honestly? He has every right to hate Eddie, with the way Eddie has been exploiting every opportunity to get Steve to touch him. Even though he'd regret it right away whenever the heart monitor couldn't shut the fuck up, Eddie never learned from his mistakes. He was even stupid enough to find meaning in the way Steve's touch would linger after helping him lie down or sit up, stupid enough to find tenderness in the way Steve held his arms when helping him out of his bed and to the bathroom. Obviously, Steve never wanted any of that. Obviously, that only made Steve uncomfortable, but the poor guy was too polite to lash out to the dude chained to a hospital bed healing from having all his organs chewed inside out.

Eddie sighs and closes his eyes; not because he wants to sleep, but because the staring contest with the heart monitor isn't really getting him anywhere. Maybe it's for the best that Steve is staying away. That way, Eddie might be able to get over him more easily. He doesn't deserve Steve's friendship anyway.

***

“I wanna visit Eddie today.”

“Alright, have fun,” Steve answers. “Tell him I said hi.”

Robin sighs dramatically. “No, dingus, you're coming with me. I need a ride.”

“No!” It comes out of his mouth a little too quick, a little too loud, and Robin raises her eyebrows at him.

“No, I can't,” he explains in a calmer voice.

Robin raises her eyebrows even further, making them disappear beneath her bangs altogether. “You literally just told me you don't have plans after work.”

“Yeah, but...” He lets his voice fade out and settles on muttering something incomprehensible.

“I did not understand one single word of what you were saying,” Robin points out. She sounds annoyed, but there's a vaguely amused smile playing around her lips, betraying how she really feels about the whole thing. “Seriously, what's up with you and Eddie? Did you have a fight or something?”

“No...”

“Until two weeks ago, you were at the hospital basically every spare minute of your time. You even canceled two dates just so you could spend more time with Eddie! And now, all of a sudden, you'd rather spend your evening on your own at home watching TV than visit your friend?”

“He's not my friend,” Steve protests.

She gives him a punch against his shoulder.

“Okay, I'm pretty sure he hates me, Rob.” Steve finally caves in. “He gets, like, very uncomfortable whenever I'm around. And I don't wanna add to his discomfort any more than necessary, so it's better I stay away from him.”

“Well, I don't know what on earth gave you that idea, but that is by far the biggest load of bullcrap I heard all week,” Robin says matter-of-factly. “He's asked about you every single time I visited him. He'll be happy to see you, dingus, you're coming with me today. No excuses.”

***

Like clockwork, the steady beeping of the heart monitor falters as soon as Eddie locks eyes with Steve. To make things even worse, what little color that is on Eddie's cheeks leaves his face immediately.

Despite the paleness of Eddie's face, Steve can't help but notice how good he looks in comparison to when he last saw him two weeks ago. He's sitting straight up, leaning against a pillow, and the look in his eyes is far from drowsy.

“S-Steve,” Eddie stutters out. “Hi.” He clears his throat. “And – and Robin, of course, hi! Good to see ya, Buck.” He stretches out his arms to embrace her, and Steve awkwardly comes up behind her. It feels weird not to follow Robin's example and give him a hug, but when he bows over the bed and wraps his arms around Eddie, the beeping immediately picks up speed again. To make things even worse, Eddie quite literally recoils from his touch, leaning away as far as possible and letting his arms hover in the air around Steve more than actually hugging him back.

When Steve looks at Robin, he notices that her eyes have grown about twice their normal size while they flash back and forth between Eddie, the machines around his bed, and Steve.

He locks eyes with her and tries to silently convey a See, I told you so about Eddie resenting him. She answers with a barely visible nod and relief fills Steve's chest. He's lucky to have Robin right by his side, his best friend, the one person he can always count on understanding him. She'll get them out of here in no time and leave Eddie in peace and –

“Oh shoot, sorry, I forgot I need to get a, um, a thing from the car,” Robin says. “I'll be right back.”

As she stumbles out of the room, Steve wants to scream at her that that was very much the opposite of what he wanted her to do, but she disappears before he can do anything about it, only leaving an awkward silence in her wake. So Steve has no choice but to turn back to Eddie and take his familiar place in the chair beside his bed.

“I kinda didn't expect to see you anymore.” Eddie is the one to break the silence. He sounds more distant than the last time Steve saw him. It must be worse than Steve thought: Eddie had been happy to be rid of him and now here he is again, after a meager two weeks of peace.

“Sorry,” Steve mumbles. “She insisted I come with her.”

“So you didn't wanna come?”

Steve chuckles darkly at the irony in that question, not really knowing how to answer that.

“Alright, I'm just gonna say it,” says Eddie when it becomes clear that Steve doesn't quite know what to say. “You figured out what I – how I felt about you, didn't you? Cause of the heart thing.”

Steve looks away, stares intently at the ugly dark blue linoleum carpet under his feet.

“Yeah,” he quietly confesses. There's no use denying it now, he figures.

Eddie heaves out a long sigh.

“For what it's worth: I'm really sorry, Steve, I didn't mean to make you-”

“It's fine,” Steve quickly interrupts him. He doesn't think he could bear Eddie's pity right now. “Don't worry about it. I just wanted to give you some space, y'know, get outta your hair for a bit. I didn't want to make this any more painful for you than it has to be.”

“Really?”

The heart monitor stutters again and Eddie's voice sounds weirdly strained. Steve can't help but look up. He's met with big brown eyes that are looking at him like Eddie actually cares about him. For a moment, Steve imagines to see tears, but then Eddie blinks and the illusion is gone.

“I um... I appreciate that, man,” Eddie says.

Another awkward silence dawns over the room.

“Wait,” Eddie says after a few seconds. “So you're not angry?”

“No!” Steve immediately replies – and it's true. He understands why Eddie doesn't like being around him, that too much has happened in the past for them to just move on and hold hands or some shit.

“It's not your fault,” he tells Eddie. He looks away again, back to the floor in front of his sneakers. “If it's anyone's fault, it's mine, right?”

Eddie huffs out a sound of disbelief. “Why, cause you're just too damn sexy, Harrington?”

Steve frowns. “Well, no, cause I was an asshole and I was mean to your friends during all of high school and it's stupid of me to expect you to just get over that shit and-”

“What the fuck does that have to do with anything?”

There's that stutter in the heart monitor again. It makes Steve wonder if he's putting Eddie's health at risk by simply existing next to him. Maybe it would be better to leave Eddie alone and wait in the car until Robin is done with her visit. What the hell is taking her so long anyway?

He keeps his eyes stubbornly focused on the blue floor. “Isn't that why you got so uncomfortable having me around?” he points out. “Look, I get it, man. I was an asshole, it's true. And it was selfish of me to keep showing up here only because you were too polite to say to my face what you thought about me. I was only thinking about myself and about how much I liked being here with you, it wasn't fair.”

All of a sudden, the soft touch of a hand lands on his shoulder. He hates how that makes his own heart speed up. If he were the one attached to a heart monitor, Eddie would've seen right through him in an instant, that's for sure.

He looks up and meets Eddie's wide-eyed, somewhat shocked face.

“You - you thought you were making me uncomfortable?” Eddie asks him, sounding like he's completely gobsmacked.

Steve frowns. “Isn't that what we've been talking about for the past five minutes?”

“Steve,” Eddie says. “I am so sorry. I didn't – I never – Look. Listen.” He removes his hand from Steve's shoulder and roughly wipes it over his face. His heart monitor accelerates even further. “Please don't hate me for what I'm about to tell you, okay?” He doesn't wait for a reaction, only uses his pause to take a deep breath, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment before opening them again and looking right into Steve's.

“I'm gay, Steve. And that evil computer over there-” He points towards the heart monitor, “-keeps betraying my big, fat, gay crush on you. Every time you walk in here, or read my book to me, or do so much as smile at me, I just – God, I'm such a goner for you and there was no hiding it because of that stupid fucking thing.”

This time, Steve is quite sure he is not at all imagining the tears in Eddie's eyes.

“I thought that's why you stopped visiting. Cause you figured out how gay I am – about you – and you didn't want anything to do with that. With me. Being gay. For you.”

Eddie swallows. He lifts a hand and pulls a strand of hair over his face in a poor attempt to hide the truly terrified expression that's all over his features.

“Jesus, Eddie,” Steve breathes out. He can't even begin to comprehend how spectacularly wrong he has been about everything. It's almost like he's in shock. Only a minute ago, he thought Eddie despised him. And now, he has to process the revelation that the guy in fact has had a crush on him – a “big, fat, gay crush” – all along. That the reason his heart was behaving so weirdly was because Steve's proximity made him lovesick. That he recoiled from Steve's touches out of fear that the monitor would give him away and make Steve realize he was gay and in love with him.

“Please say something?” It sounds like a question, small and so afraid of what is about to come.

“Eddie, I – Jesus. This is... A lot. To process,” Steve manages to choke out.

“I know,” Eddie says. “I'm sorry I made you think I hated you. But... Please don't hate me. I really missed you visiting. We can be friends, right? You won't even have to touch me ever again, we can just hang out like bros, and I'll try to get my feelings for you under control, and you can-”

Steve finally gains control over his body again: he leaps forward and presses his lips against Eddie's with slightly more force than he had meant to do.

A surprised yelp escapes from Eddie's mouth, and the beeping of the heart monitor goes even crazier. It makes Steve's own heart do a goddamn cartwheel, that audible proof of what he is making Eddie feel.

He completely understands why the heart monitor is going batshit crazy right now; everything about this is fucking amazing. One of his hands finds its way to Eddie's surprisingly soft hair, and he revels in the feeling of touching Eddie again and in the taste of Eddie's lips against his own, and maybe he should just climb into Eddie's bed to–

“Thank God for that.”

They quickly jump apart to find Robin standing in the doorway, an annoyingly smug grin on her face.

“You two could really not be more stupid if you tried, huh?”

Steve squints at her while his hand blindly finds Eddie's on top of the sheets and curls itself around it. He feels his cheeks heat up, but he doesn't care. Nothing matters anymore, except for Eddie's hand warmly resting in his own.

“Did you even need anything from the car at all?” he asks Robin, raising an eyebrow at her.

“No, of course not,” Robin scoffs. “Just needed you idiots to finally get your shit together. I don't think I've ever met anyone more dense than the two of you, seriously! There were at least three moments when I almost barged in here to just smash your faces tog-”

“You were eavesdropping on us?!”

“Obviously.”

Steve opens his mouth, indignant and ready to tell her exactly how mean and evil she is, but she merely raises a hand and the look in her eyes is terrifying enough to shut him up before he has even started speaking.

“Hey, listen,” she says. Something in her face softens. “I'm really happy for you guys. Seriously, no matter how stupid you are, you two deserve every bit of happiness in the world.” She takes a step backwards towards the door. “I'll go wait in the car, dingus. Go kiss each other some more.”

And before Steve or Eddie can say anything, she winks and closes the door behind her.

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ash-says · 2 months

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Things to be aware of as a Hopeless Romantic:

We all have been there daydreaming about the perfect man, the perfect life, the perfect whatever,etc. Still life is not full of roses and thorns are inevitable.

So here are some aspects to look out for according to me so that you won't fall in the delulu is the only solulu trap.

Remember if you follow me, we don't do regrets here. We accept, take accountability and move on. We don't soak ourselves in problems. We solve them effectively.

1) Drop those rose-colored glasses. Crush them under your feet and now look at the world again. Learn to accept reality. It is what it is. Not what you make it out to be. Learn to become an observer of your life from time to time. It will give you the real picture.

2) Potential is useless if you are not leveraging it. It's a trap both for yourself and others. You see potential in him of changing and being a good guy?? Girl, he *IS* not a good guy. It's not your job to raise a man. It's embarrassing. Stop babysitting grown men.

3) Standards are important but ensure they are not rooted in fantasy. Let's be honest finding a man who is rich, dark, tall, sexy and talks in the way you read in your romance novels is difficult. I am not saying it's impossible but don't be too rigid. All I will say is make sure you are also on the level where if you come across such a man he should be ready to date you.

4) Men view sex differently than us women. I know many of you will get triggered after reading this but the majority of men really view women as sex dolls. Blame the porn industry maybe. Good men exist but not every other man who talks sweetly is good.

5) A person in your life treats you nicely. Always talk sweetly, tells you that you matter to them but their actions don't match it. Chances are you are being breadcrumbed. Plans being cancelled? Messages being unseen? But when confronted all you get is,"Sorry love, I was busy. I was going to do it. You matter a lot,etc etc." Breadcrumbing. Be smart it can happen even in friendships too. I understand people get busier with time and things do happen. Use your discernment to see who really is busy and who is faking to be busy.

6) That uncle was so kind to me. He talked to me sweetly and always tried to help me out. Now, that's really sweet of him. Next he calls you home to help out with the household chores and he is alone at home because his wife is out of town for some work. Would you go and help? Yes. Will you go alone? No. That's unsafe.

No matter how much a gentleman a man appears to be you are not allowed to be in a situation where he could potentially take advantage of you. You always bring along a friend or deny it. I know it's wrong to not help someone but at your own risk. No. Never. It's common knowledge in our society.

7) Dreaming of a Prince Charming to whisk you away from all your troubles??? Dream on. The idea that a soulmate or one person will magically solve all our issues is dumb. We as human beings add to each other's happiness rather than becoming the core of it.

8) One of the biggest mistakes I have seen girls around me make is of being fully invested in a relationship to the point one small fight makes them depressed. That's codependency. It's unhealthy.

9) Never make your relationship your identity. You should always have a separate identity out of it. Stop curating yourself for your partners. Morphing yourself according to their likes and dislikes. That's one way ticket to an identity crisis after breakup. Compromises are essential but changing your core self??? Crazy shit.

10) Your relationship should not be the reason for your downfall. It happens especially with my intense girlies we invest so much of ourselves in the relationship to the point it becomes our focal point and when it faces upheavals we are devastated. The mental distress starts flowing in other areas of your life and suddenly your grades are falling, your career seems unstable, etc. Develop the emotional strength to compartmentalize your emotions and not allow them to overflow in other areas and affect them.

Imagination is fertile but being delusional is being stuck in a swamp.

That's all for today's show on ash-says. Stay tuned for more illegal tricks and explosive opinions.

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sunshine-theseus · 5 months

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That One Cat Meme | Ona Batlle x Reader

Words: 1.6k Summary: Ona gets angry when you randomly disappear but it’s hard not to find her adorable Warnings: idk overstimulation? Hints of being neurodivergent – based on my experiences as someone who gets very overstimulated and loves routine/thinks they’re ND but isn’t diagnosed with anything. Requested by - @dandelionlibrary - i really hope you like it!

It was a mistake. A very, very big mistake. There was so much noise and light, and people were basically stuck together like glue. It was hot too. How is anyone supposed to survive in this place?

The team had begged me to join them, just once, for a celebratory drink at a club in the heart of Barcelona. After months of refusing, always coming up with excuses and waiting for Ona to arrive home in the sunless hours of the morning, I finally caved. I regretted it the moment the uber turned onto the street. Lights were flashing through the windows and the music could be heard down the block. People were lined up as far as the eye could see. There was no way I was going to have fun.

But I went.

In the beginning it wasn’t so bad. Ona was with me at all times, and we spent a lot of time in our reserved, spacious corner of the club. Until Lucy and Keira grabbed us both by our hands and dragged us onto the dance floor. I tried to wriggle free, but their determination was enough to overpower a tipsy Ona and a vulnerable me.

“Isn’t this fun!?” Ona yells into my ear. I try not to flinch at the additional noise as I nod my head.

A lie.

“Muy divertido!” (very fun)

There was a small moment where I managed to slip away into the bathroom. By some miracle it was empty and seemed rather clean for a night club, so I locked myself in a stall and just sat on top of a toilet lid. I tried to monitor my breathing and block out the bass that travelled through the floor. I couldn’t survive much longer. I needed to come up with an excuse to leave.

I slowly emerge from the bathroom and go find the group of girls huddled in the corner. I had an excuse fully prepared but as I’m making my way, someone grabs me by the waist and starts kissing my neck. I’m about to turn around and wack them with my purse when they begin to talk.

“Mi vida! Where did you go?” the familiar deep voice of my girlfriend echoes from behind me and I relax.

I stop my shaking hands by placing them over her own that rest on my hips.

“Just the bathroom. I think I’m going to head home.” I turn and give her a smile that clearly doesn’t reach my eyes.

She says something else to me, but I can’t focus on anything specific, everything was too overwhelming. Eventually Ona walks off and I’m left in the middle of a crowd again. I can feel every place on my skin where someone makes contact with me, my clothes aren’t sitting well anymore, there are too many sounds, the lights hurt my eyes. I had to get out.

That’s how I found myself curled up in a ball on the rather small balcony of Ona and my apartment. My noise cancelling headphones were securely on my head and I’d successfully rid myself of the horrendously tight and itchy club clothes, switching into one of Ona’s oversized jumpers and some shorts. My phone was turned off and I was just embracing the small bouts of wind and the barely visible stars in the dark night sky.

I don’t expect my girlfriend to be home until much later, so I eventually tuck myself in under the blankets. I loved our bed; it was a lot less overstimulating than a club and usually had the girl of my dreams to hold me tight. Despite the missing final aspect, I drift off to sleep.

I wake up late, Ona by my side as expected. The day off means that my schedule is simply pushed back a few hours and I have spare time to fill.

9:30am – wake up

9:36am – have breakfast + talk to Ona

10:05am – shower and get ready for the day

The middle of the day’s schedule on days off changes depending on who I’m meeting or what I plan on doing. Most of the time it involves Ona.

But Ona didn’t emerge from the room at 9:40am like she usually does, instead showing her face at almost 10. I decide I can push back my day just once to still fit our morning talk. She doesn’t greet me first. Perhaps it’s the hangover, they often mess with our order. She also doesn’t kiss me on the cheek or offer me the glass of orange juice she does every morning, despite always already having a glass in front of me.

“What’s wrong bebé?” the older girl says nothing as she sits down at the table with a bowl to fruit and a glass of water. Odd. Not her normal hangover cure.

“I don’t have anything planned for today so we can just turn the lights off and watch a movie? If your head’s hurting.” I can see her lips twitch at the suggestion, but her face remains stoic.

“Okay, I’m going to have a shower. Maybe we can talk about what’s bothering you afterward?” once again, no reply.

I do just as I tell Ona. The shower is set to the correct temperature and my clothes don’t make me feel like I’m suffocating once I get out. I grab some pillows and blankets to lay out on the couch and turn off the lights, settling for the small lamps on either side of the living room. The curtains help block out the sunlight that would be streaming through the windows.

Ona is still sat at the table, fruit and water finished, scrolling on her phone.

“Coriño? Con qué película quieres empezar?” (Honey? What movie do you want to start with).

Usually, I would avoid encroaching on someone’s personal space when they are upset without them asking, but Ona made it very clear physical touch was something she embraced at all times. That’s what lead me to wrap my arms around her shoulders and press kisses to her cheek gently. Hoping for some reaction.

The only thing I get in return is her arms stubbornly crossing over her chest and her lips forming a pout.

Adorable.

“Are you mad at me coriño?” another kiss is placed at the curve of her jaw.

Her lips pull taut and her cheeks flush pink. It’s hard to be intimidated by someone so cute.

“Sí.” She stands abruptly and the sound of the chair scraping against our wood floor makes me feel sick.

“You disappeared last night without telling anyone. And then you didn’t answer any of my texts! Or the girl’s! Yes, I am angry because I was worried mi vida!” Ona’s arms once again cross over her chest and her foot stamps against the ground.

Despite the sight, I begin to feel bad.

“Ona… I didn’t mean to make you worry. I got overstimulated. Everything was just too much. But I told you I was going to go when we talked outside the bathroom.” A look of confusion is clear on her face, and I sigh, approaching her again.

“You asked me where I had been, I told you I went to the bathroom and that I think I needed to go home. I don’t blame you for forgetting, you’d had a few drinks, no thanks to Mapi.”

“Yo soy estúpida. I am sorry for being angry and ignoring you. And I’m sorry I forced you to go somewhere I knew would probably make you overstimulated.” (I am stupid). Ona’s head dramatically falls forward onto my chest as she groans.

“It’s okay. You’re very adorable when you’re angry.” I press a kiss to the crown of her head.

“No I am not!”

“Sí! Yes you are! You pout and cross your arms and you even stamp your foot. Tu tambien eres muy pequeña.” (you’re also very small). I pull away from Ona and smile at the blush that still radiates from her cheeks.

“You remind me of that little kitten meme.”

“What?” I pull out my phone and search for the photo I have in mind.

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“Just that you look very cute.” Another groan falls from her lips, and I laugh as I drag her to the couch.

She falls on top of me and I wrap my arms tightly around her, pressing kisses all around her face.

“You have to watch that silly adventure man movie with me.”

“Indiana Jones? You know I hate that guy. He’s so stupid.”

“But I like him, and you caused me great distress!” her laugh slips past her lips and I can’t help but smile and oblige with her request.

“You can only milk that so many times.”

“Mmmhmm.” Her head props up by her chin resting on my chest, and I lean down, pressing a kiss to her lips.

“Te amo coriño.” I smile brightly down at her as the opening music plays.

“Te amo mi vida.”

Ona turns her head to watch the silly movie, but I can’t look away from her. Her freckles seem to shine brighter despite the lack of light and the slope of her nose is so delicate. The way her eyelashes kiss her cheeks and lines appear by her lips when she laughs at some stupid joke. Her hair is in a messy bun, yet she still looks put together.

I can’t help but fall in love with her all over again.

@Y/N_L/N

@Y/N_L/N do you guys see the resemblance?

ona.batlle there is literally no resembilence stop marialeonn16 i see it

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coralinnii · 1 year

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ALMOST forgetting your birthday

feat: Ace · Vil · Jamil · Trey genre: fluff note: not gender specific reader, no pronouns used for reader, petnames were used (babe/baby in Ace, gem in Jamil), not proofread,

This is a special treat since I recently celebrated my birthday with my loved ones and classes were canceled on my birthday so I thought why not something birthday related for the fun of it? This is not me venting out that someone forgot my birthday, I just thought it’d be fun because I didn’t expect a voice scene from Riddle wishing me happy birthday when I logged in 😆. So hope you guys enjoy it and please don’t mistake this as me being sad! I actually had a great birthday

Boy was sweating bullets when Riddle asked him about his plans to celebrate your birthday. It totally slipped his mind and now he’s worried how you might be feeling after the fact that his own Housewarden of all people wished you a happy birthday but not your freaking boyfriend.

But you can bet he’d be covering up his forgetful mind by acting his little heart out.

Oh, you were worried he forgot about your special day? Pfft, you’re crazy. He just wanted to surprise you because he just couldn’t wait to spend the whole day with his number 1 love.

On the inside, Ace does feel bad about forgetting your birthday. He knew if you did find out he almost let the day go by without seeing you, you would be hurt and he absolutely can’t have that. So, he swore to spend the entire day making it your day. Your rules, your choices, everything.

Any plans he made for that day were instantly canceled. Hangouts with Deuce, basketball club meetings, his turn to feed the flamingos, he's skipping everything. He’s at your beck and call, making sure you weren’t aware he would have gone the whole day without knowing. This redhead is making sure you know how important you are to him, no matter how much he messes up.

He doesn’t care about the possible teasing from other students or any accusations of being whipped. He’s the one sharing a special day with the most amazing person in the world, so jokes on them!

“Happy birthday, babe! Today’s your magical day so we’re doing whatever my baby wants, my treat”

To be fair, he did make considerations in advance to ensure that he would be free to spend your birthday together. He may be a busy model and actor, but that’s no excuse to be with those he loves most.

Unfortunately, his manager did not agree with that sentiment as they decided to schedule an interview with a popular news channel on your birthday. Vil was upset but what's done is done and it can't be cancelled with all the promotions and advertising out there about this upcoming interview.

You were bummed that Vil might not have time to spend with you but you understood how important this was for his career so you gave your support as always. Your birthday would have gone uncelebrated if not for Rook and Epel’s intervention.

This whole situation left Vil angry at his manager…and himself for not catching this on time. He’s also a little angry at you for undermining your own birthday, even for his sake.

He invited you onto the interview studio as his special visitor so the two of you could still be together as much as possible, and Vil made sure no one treats you any less than they would with him. His tone was polite but everyone at that studio knew he was serious with his “request”

“I hope that you would treat my guest with great care and respect. Any less would be rather insulting to me and will reflect poorly for any future projects”

Immediately after the interview, Vil would grab your hand and rush back to the college where he expects that Rook and Epel have set up the preparations for the birthday celebration as he requested. Whether it's a private dinner for two or a quiet self-care day in his room, Vil’s dead set on making that day all about you like it should have.

“This day isn’t about me or my career. This is your birthday and I intend on making sure you are treated as the fairest of them all on this day…and everyday”

I can’t imagine Jamil ever forgetting your birthday, he would never allow himself to make such a blunder like that. However, things don’t always go the way he hoped.

Kalim, true to his whimsical nature, decided today was a great day to have a party so he decided to host a grand feast, to Jamil’s dismay. But he’s hesitant to refuse the Asim heir so he quickly got to organizing the party’s food as always.

The sweetheart you are, decided to drop by to help him in the kitchen. Jamil’s having mixed feelings as he’s always happy to have you by his side but he doesn’t want to work on your birthday, especially for his sake. But you insisted you wouldn’t offer to help if you didn’t want to.

Still dissatisfied, Jamil decided that the party could be shifted somewhat. You watched with confused amusement over Jamil’s not-so subtle whispers over you working on your birthday.

“I apologise, my gem. I didn’t want your birthday to like this, working so hard alongside me like this”

“I would say it’s ok but I feel like you’re not really talking directly at me right now”

“Oh, if only I could give you the celebration you deserve”

Of course, the “whispers” were overheard and soon caught Kalim’s ears who was excited to hear about this. Whatever prior reason to party has immediately left the Housewarden’s mind “What? It’s your birthday, so let’s change the party! This is now a grand birthday feast!”

Whether you like it or not, you became the star of the party as Kalim pulled you over to the best seat in the dorms with food being offered to you on a literal silver platter. Jamil smiled from afar as he enjoyed watching the special treatment you’re getting. He assumed you were happy with the luxurious pampering courtesy of Kalim’s kind heart, not letting himself delve into his own insecurities of his inability to spoil you the way Kalim can. This was his plan, afterall.

Luckily for him, you never give him the chance to get lost into those doubts as you happily call him over, patting the seat right next to yours. Snuggling to his side, Jamil felt his heart race as you told him how all you wanted was to do today was spend the day with him, be it being treated like royalty or just cooking together in a kitchen.

Jamil wondered if you were aware of what a dangerous charmer you are.

“Happy birthday, my precious gem. A day spent dedicating to you is a day well spent”

Like Vil, he probably remembered your birthday was soon but his school life and his duties as a vice Housewarden jumbled his mind to the point he almost didn’t realize what day it was.

It wasn’t until Riddle told him that you would not be invited to the unbirthday party scheduled that day because well…it was actually your birthday. Trey nearly dropped the unbirthday cake he prepared when he realized what day it was.

His mind was in a tizzy. He tried to stay focused but he’s trying to estimate his time to make a cake for you once the unbirthday party is done and if he could still make your birthday special. Thankfully, Riddle was kind enough to dismiss him once his assistance was not needed at the party. The green-haired senior never ran that fast from a party.

Before the day ended, Trey managed to make a small cake to surprise you with at your dorm but he still felt a little guilty. I believe Trey is the type to tell you directly that he almost forgot your birthday rather than pretend.

You told him you understand. He’s a third year with a lot of responsibilities and you know how busy he gets. You might be sad not being able to spend your birthday with him the way you hope but life gets in the way. You were happy with just the cake and a visit from your beloved.

But Trey wasn’t satisfied with that. He may have gotten away with the bare minimum for most things and romance isn’t his forte but with you, that’s not good enough. Trey wants to take care of you, treat you special, give you all the attention you deserve without holding back. For you, going the extra mile and a half is worth it.

The green-haired student boldly went for a firm kiss on your lips, catching you by surprise. You felt your boyfriend take the lead by softly pushing you to the couch, sitting you down with him. Trey smirked down at your flustered face, fully intending to make the most of the day.

“It’s ok to be a little selfish, you know? It’s still your birthday, afterall”

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navybrat817 · 1 year

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Hunger

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Bucky would rather eat in than go out. Word Count: 1.2k Warnings: Implied explicit sexual content (fingers and mouth, f. receiving), light possessive behavior, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?). A/N: A little something for our Addicted to Love couple. Hope you lovelies like it! ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Header by yours truly. Banner by the lovely @sgt-seabass and divider by the wonderful @rookthorne. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky tried to cancel his breakfast plans with Steve and Sam.

Again.

You encouraged him to grab a bite to eat with the guys and he had every intention of going. He truly did. The moment he saw you in your black bra and panties when he poked his head in to check on you though, there was only one thing he wanted to eat.

“She needs me.”

He didn’t bother looking at the response from the text he sent. Steve and Sam knew it meant that he needed you. If they had you standing in front of them looking like a feast, they would’ve rearranged their plans, too.

Sorry, boys. Not sharing.

“Hey. I thought you were heading out,” you said as you headed toward the closet, seemingly unaware of the enticing sway of your hips.

Minx.

“I’m having breakfast here,” he replied in a low voice.

You stopped when he moved in front of you, a look of concern crossing your face. “Wait, you’re not going? How come?”

He picked up on your worry as he shook his head, wanting to halt the turning wheels in your head. You turned his life upside down beyond the sexual chemistry you two shared. You cared about his mental well-being and wanted to be sure everything was okay if he ever broke plans.

Still a wonder some days that you love me.

“You’re beautiful,” he breathed.

He wasn’t sure if the look in his eyes was adoration or hunger or a bit of both, but your body tensed as he took a step toward you. The sharp inhale drew his attention to your chest and he could sense your nipples hardening against the fabric. “Bucky, my beauty is not a reason to skip breakfast.”

“Who said I was skipping my meal?” he asked, bringing his hand up to touch your cheek. His fingers moved along your skin until they stopped at your neck. Your body shivered as his thumb brushed along your pulsepoint. “All you have to do is lay down and let me eat.”

Your eyes slipped shut as he guided you to the bed, not needing to look as he led.

Because you trust me enough to never lead you down the wrong path.

“Bucky, you need to see your friends,” you urged, though your voice sounded more like a caress than an order as he helped lay you down.

Though you couldn’t see it, he smirked. “So, you don’t need me?” he asked as he hovered over you.

“Of course, I need you,” you said, not the least bit embarrassed as you opened your eyes and gazed up at him. “And I know you can tell that I’m wet without touching me, but I’ll let you feel.”

He lost his train of thought when you wrapped your fingers around his wrist. He wasn’t sure how this turned into you seducing him, but his heart pounded when you guided his hand into your panties. His cock throbbed with need as his fingers slid along your folds.

You drive me fucking crazy. I need to be inside you.

Bucky was a former assassin. A soldier. A machine. Just one touch of your silken heat and he nearly crumbled. The mere presence of you broke his resolve. The strange thing about it was he still felt in control.

How?

He wasn’t rough when he pushed a finger inside, but your hands flew up to grip his arms with a gasp. Like you were ready to collapse along with him. Falling apart is the inhale. Piecing you back together is the exhale.

“If you need me, why are you pushing me to go?” he asked, lazily pumping his finger.

His blue eyes widened when you brought your hand back to his wrist and squeezed it twice to stop his movements. You pulsed around his finger like you needed more, but he refused to move since you gave him a signal to stop. He searched your face to make sure there was no visible pain and relaxed when you sat up slightly to kiss him.

He didn’t relax completely even though he moved his lips against yours.

Tell me why you stopped me, please.

"I love you and you love me,” you whispered, giving him another soft kiss. “But you also need them.”

Bucky swallowed as he gently removed his finger and pulled his hand free of your panties. You wanted him to have a sense of normalcy after everything he went through. He appreciated that more than he could say.

“So, you’re okay with me going out?” he asked.

“You don’t need my permission to get breakfast with Steve and Sam,” you assured him. "Just have fun and tell them I said hi."

In a world where he didn’t have choices for so long, he sometimes still felt the need to ask. But even your urging and suggestions weren’t formed as orders. It was encouragement. You would never force him to do anything he didn’t want to, even something as small as a meal.

“Thank you,” he whispered. “And I love you, too.”

He’d thank you forever for loving him.

“And here’s a taste of what’s waiting for you when you’re done,” you smiled, bringing his hand to his mouth.

He sucked on his finger, watching you as your head fell back against the bed. Hunger filled your eyes, too, but you kept it at bay so he could go out. Like he did on the days you went out with your friends.

We’ll always come home to each other, won’t we?

“I don’t think that’s enough,” he said once he licked his finger clean, the flavor of you making him crave more.

“That’s too bad. You need to-”

He tore the offending fabric off before you could finish. “Just one more taste.”

“Bucky, I liked those,” you groaned as he sank down and opened your legs.

“They were in my way.”

Closing his eyes, he licked a slow stripe along your slit, growling as his nose brushed your clit. He stayed for a moment, savoring your taste, scent, feel. His personal treasure. His everything.

Mine. All mine.

“Just a taste,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your clit as your thighs trembled.

“What?” you asked in confusion as he suddenly got to his feet, leaving you open and empty as you lifted your head.

“See? I have self control,” he said, tucking your torn underwear in his pocket.

“Tell that to your cock,” you said, nodding at his crotch before your head fell back again. The jeans did nothing to hide his hardness and he’d have to find a way to make that go away when he left. “Bring me back something, please?”

“Your favorite,” he promised. “And I think it’s only fair to finish what I started when I get back.”

“You better,” you smiled, blowing him a kiss. “I’ll be here waiting.”

Bucky didn’t tell you that he planned to get his breakfast to go. Or that Steve and Sam placed a bet on how long it would take for him to rush home to you. It didn’t matter.

Because you still had your legs wide open when he got back.

Bucky deserves the love and can eat whenever he wants. Hehe. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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loverwebs · 1 year

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Still into You

Pairing: Peter Parker x Scarlet Witch!Reader

Synopsis: You and Peter didn't end things on the best terms and wind up seeing each other again at an Avengers party.

Warnings: Angst, fighting & a tiny bit of suggestive themes

Word Count: 2,300

Peter looked around, making his way into the tower, when his eyes landed on her. He felt his skin go hot and gave her a stiff wave, in an attempt to dissolve any tension. Too bad he failed miserably.

Encountering him was inevitable, Y/n knew that all too well. They were both Avengers, meaning it would happen eventually. But it didn't change the fact that she wanted nothing more than to disappear at the sight of him.

With an exasperated sigh, she trudged towards the back of the party and grabbed a drink from the stand.

After having met everyone else with a fond smile and the shake of a hand, he approached her timidly, then smirked to himself when she didn't walk away.

"You look good," he finally said.

"I'm very aware," she answered, taking a small sip from the plastic cup in her hand.

"New corset?"

"It is," she proudly looked down at it. "Made it myself, too. You know, without my powers."

The bitterness within her reply didn't go unnoticed by him, but he deserved it, is what he thought.

"Of course... How've you been, though?"

"Really great, actually. I've learned so much about work ethic with Cap," she gawked at him.

"That's good. Sam's a great teacher."

"Oh, he is!" She smiled tightly. "And a great friend, too. One who doesn't shame me for my abilities."

"That's not what that was at all." He said, recalling their breakup.

[ One Month Ago ]

Peter and Y/n's missions were very different. Since they weren't the same kinds of heroes, they often had to work separately. This time in particular, the Witch was recruited for an off-world mission, meanwhile the web-slinger had to infiltrate an illegal weapon exchange that was happening downtown.

It had been two weeks since they'd last seen each other. Those weeks were exhausting, to say the least. However, they'd been scheduled to arrive back the same day. Peter's mission was left incomplete as he wasn't able to retrieve certain weapons, but was still instructed to go back until further notice since it was no longer safe.

It wasn't a known fact to the girl since she didn't receive any reports from solo missions, but it left him in a sulky mood. And seeing as they'd planned this date in advance, he didn't want to cancel on her— despite being in the state he was in. Which was his first mistake.

"Hi, baby!" She greeted him sweetly, leaning in for a kiss.

"Hey," he said, shifting his head so she could only meet his cheek. She didn't think much of it, knowing they had the whole day to make up for lost time.

"How was the mission?" she asked as he settled himself across from her. She had chosen to meet at one of the wooden tables by the riverside of a park. Their favorite spot.

"I'd rather not talk about it. If that's okay," he sighed.

"That's more than okay," she nodded.

"I love the blinding table cover, though." He said dryly, gesturing towards the plastic. It was the silver kind, but with his heightened senses, he was sensitive to it under the shining sun.

"Oh, I forgot. Hang on." She said, changing the silver into a baby blue cloth with the flick of her wrist.

"I was in a rush when I bought it, but I can also make it green, yellow, red—"

"Okay, okay. Just stop." He tiredly said.

"Aren't you glad you have a girlfriend who can change things with her mind?" She joked, not having acknowledged his annoyance.

"It'd be nice if my girlfriend remembered I hate peppermint ice cream," he forced a smile.

"Damnit. Okay, uhhh do you want chocolate or vanilla?" Her hands began glowing once more, "Strawberry?"

"Just do whatever you want."

"I'm asking you. You're the one who's gonna eat it." She said, acknowledging his attitude.

"Chocolate chip," he shrugged.

"Is Ben and Jerry's okay?" She asked, the bowl in front of him turning into a pint.

"Can you just…"

"What?"

"I don't know...I just thought this would be a date with no magic," was all he said.

"What's wrong with magic?"

"Nothing! But it just seems to be your only solution to things lately. No offense."

"And that's wrong because...?"

"Because, you use them for every little thing. Unnecessarily, is what I'm trying to say."

"Yeah, well, that's kind of how it works," she laughed bitterly. "That's why I got this job. It's why I'm on this team."

"No, you're here because of your work ethic."

"Are you saying I'm not an ethical worker anymore?" She asked, tilting her head.

"That's— no. That's not what I'm saying at all."

"Okay? Then I don't understand what you want from me."

"Forget I said anything." He played with his spoon. "Can you just eat your Ice Cream?"

"I just— I don't understand why you're so upset."

"I mean, are you just gonna wave your hands around and call this a date?"

She raised her eyebrows at that, "What else do you want me to do? I'm the only one making the effort here."

"You're not though!"

"Peter, when was the last time you planned our dates? How come it's always me?"

"I've been on missions! You know that."

"So have I! That's no excuse!"

"In that case, why aren't you being more understanding?!"

"That's so funny coming from you." She laughed in disbelief.

"Oh my God, this is the last thing I needed today." He mumbled, rubbing his eyes. "I really don't know how I thought we could make this work."

"What?" She asked sadly, the fatigued boy not yet realizing what he implied.

"It's just—"

"Are you breaking up with me or something?" She asked, biting her tongue out of fear.

"I don't know!"

"You don't know if you're breaking up with me?!"

He stayed still, quietly assessing the situation, and avoided looking at her, knowing he was way too defeated to say more. Little did he know, his silence did more damage.

"Holy shit, you are." She stood up with glossy eyes, collecting her belongings.

"We're both just really busy lately and being together isn't helping—"

"And you're just not gonna try anymore?" She asked helplessly, but was met with more silence.

"Wow," she said weakly. "You could have done this weeks ago, you know that?"

"Hang on, Y/n/n. I don't even— I wasn't trying to be mean—"

"Fuck off, Peter."

[ Present Time ]

Before either of them could say anything else, Bruce walked towards the front of the room, the microphone in his hands looking tiny in his firm grip. "Hey, everybody." He started, pausing briefly when it made a loud hiss.

"You might notice that there's a few robots walking around...the ones taking your plates, drinks, and all that. Just so you know, I designed them myself." He smiled, earning a small applause.

"Now, I've tested them. And their main goal is to help repair cities after any destruction we may cause while fighting. These guys will be cleaning up towns and rescuing civilians in no time. But they're starting off small tonight by helping us clean the tables and floors— because I know how lazy you all get after too many drinks." He joked.

His next words were barely audible when one of the robots crashed through a window, shooting recklessly from its hands along the way, which caused the rest of the machines to do the same.

"Oh my God!" Kate screamed, launching herself over a table.

The team immediately did what they could, covering their family members and safely escorting them out of the building.

Peter didn't have his suit on but began webbing them, in an attempt to pull them apart and used his strength to throw their metallic pieces against each other.

It was going well, when a multitude began surrounding him, starting to shoot at him. He dodged them as best as he could until one began to glow. A huge beam grew from its chest as it prepared to blast the boy.

Before it could happen, Y/n quickly landed by his side, creating a red field around him with her powers and held her hands up so their shooting would stop.

"There's so many of them!" Peter yelled.

She rolled her eyes at his commentary, "Really? I didn't realize!"

Stressfully, she decapitated the bots ahead of her, causing them to collapse onto the ground.

"Fuck, I forgot you could do that," he gulped, utterly dumbfounded. "It's been a while since we've worked together."

"Whose fault is that?!"

"I'm sorry!" He panted. "I really am! I tried calling—"

"We're not doing this here," she said while lifting the machines into the air, adding pressure so that they'd dent into themselves. "Also, I saved your ass. That doesn't mean we're working together."

"What do you mean? I had them!" Peter replied, swinging a bot against another.

"Yeah! You totally weren't being shot at!"

"Will you two focus?!" Sam landed between the pair.

"I am focused! Look at those bitches," said the girl, motioning towards the broken pieces in front of her. "That was all me!"

"Damn, nice job," he high-fived her. "Okay, on my signal I'm gonna need you to go left. Guard that entrance." He pointed at the door Kate and Bucky were running towards.

"Got it, Cap." She nodded.

"Peter and I will go right. They're already on their way to disconnect the power from Bruce's lab. That's all we have to do in order for them to shut down."

"What if that doesn't work?" Y/n asked.

"It will work. Their only source of energy is the power coming from the lab." He explained.

"Okay," she gave him an unconvinced look.

"Alright...now!" instructed Sam.

"Y/n/n, be careful," said Peter.

"You too, Petey," she replied, then grimaced in realization that her old nickname for him slipped out.

The three heroes were in their rightful positions ensuring that the robots wouldn't escape or get through to the lab. After minutes that felt like hours, the majority of the robots suddenly dropped to the floor. Some continued to leisurely move around, despite not having an energy source, but were immediately handled by the group since there weren't as many left.

It was a relief that no one was seriously injured, but the team consistently trained for unexpected moments like these and seemed to show remarkable growth.

"I'll go turn the power back on so that they can help us clean," Bruce chuckled, earning a pointed look from the team.

"That was a bad joke. Sorry."

- x -

The compound was as clean as it could be by the time it was midnight. Most of the heroes were either in their rooms or went back to their families for the weekend. But Peter wasn't able to sleep, so he headed to the kitchen.

"Hi," he said sheepishly, noticing Y/n was there too.

"Hey," she glanced at him.

"Um, are you okay? I didn't get a chance to ask back there."

"I'm fine."

"Okay, well, thanks for your help. I owe you one," he toyed with the string of his pajama pants.

"Don't worry about it. You'd do the same for me."

"Yeah," he mumbled. "Listen, Y/n. I wanted to apologize for—"

"You don't have to," she said, shifting uncomfortably.

"Yeah, I do." He replied shamefully. "I shouldn't have gotten on you for using your powers that day. It was stupid of me…and my anger wasn't even related to what you were doing. I was really tired and I totally took out my frustration from the mission on you. It wasn't fair."

"That's true, but you weren't wrong about me using my powers for everything." She admitted. "I definitely could have put in more effort. You're worth all the time in the world.. I didn't do my best at making you see that."

"Your powers aren't the issue, sweetheart. You're the coolest, most strategic girl I know. You tried your best with me and I was being unreasonable because I was in a shitty mood. You didn't deserve that."

"You're sure?" she asked skeptically. "What you said that day wasn't already building up?"

"I'm sure. I know I hurt you, but if you let me, I promise I'll do better. It's not gonna be easy when it comes to us, but I'm not ready to give up. I'm sorry that I made it seem like I was."

"I appreciate that," she smiled coyly. "I don't wanna give up either."

"And I do have a few ideas for future dates...if you're interested," he approached her slowly.

"That doesn't sound bad."

"So, are we okay?" He asked hopefully, resting his arms on either side of the wall she was leaning on.

"Let me think about it," she said, tilting his chin with her fingers so his lips could meet hers. He gratefully accepted, trying his best not to smile into the kiss.

It was slow and passionate, both of them savoring every second of each other after not having done so in over a month.

Without breaking the kiss, she switched their positions so that his back was against the wall. He kept his hands on her waist as she placed slow and steady kisses down his neck that left him breathless.

She smiled at the little sounds he made when she lightly nipped at his sensitive skin. He was always so easy.

"I really missed this." He panted, cupping her face to plant kisses on her jaw.

"I can tell," she tugged at his hair. They made out for a little longer until she broke the heated kiss, which made a loud smack.

"Wanna take this to my room?"

"God, yes," he responded eagerly.

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lokischocolatefountain · 1 year

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The Gun in The Back of His Jeans (Part I)

Series Masterlist

Fandom: Narcos

Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader

Rating: 18+ (smut and fluff)

Word count: 4.3k words

Summary: He was handsome, sweet, had kind eyes. He frequented the same restaurant she did and bought her a snack on the regular. Sweet, right? But he had a gun tucked in the back of his jeans and that could only mean danger. But soon, it begins meaning a lot more than that to her.

A/N: Written for this request. This is married!Javi before he was married, when he was just the hot gun in the restaurant. I’ve had this sitting in my google docs since March y’all. This was either going to be one very long chapter or two regular sized chapters. I decided on the latter.

He was a cop. There was no looking past that. His posture, his demeanor, the Mexican-American accent when he spoke to the waitress, the jeep he had parked outside the restaurant— he was a cop. She’d been a regular to the restaurant long before he began showing up. Just like her, he found his own spot in a corner and always sat there, back to the wall where he could keep his eyes on the front door. The waitress was always happy to have him because he didn’t make a mess of the place and left a good tip each time. And because he was easy on the eyes.

The man’s sense of fashion was stuck in the 70s, but it did not look too bad. The man knew what worked for him and stuck to it rather than being swayed by trends. He had the first few buttons of his shirt undone and his aviators tucked into it when he wasn’t wearing them. His hair was a jet black mess, but it seemed intentional. Like he was too cool to put a brush through it. Fit him well too. He had a pager clipped onto his belt in the front and on the back—she noticed when she unashamedly stared at his ass as he walked out of the restaurant— a gun.

That was all she needed to stop paying him any attention. It was a little annoying at first to not be able to enjoy the eye candy every morning as she had her coffee. It was like her favorite tv show got canceled and she had nothing to do for entertainment. Sometimes she’d look up from her plate and catch him staring. Unlike the times he caught her staring, he did not look away. He just sent a smile her way and got back to his breakfast.

There was nothing wrong with his smile. He didn’t smirk, didn’t look arrogant, wasn’t creepy and didn’t leer at her. If she didn’t know any better, she would’ve thought him a nice guy who just smiled at a fellow regular at the restaurant. But she did know better.

“Here’s your buñuelos,” the waitress said, placing a small bowl of the golden brown balls on her table.

It was an easy mistake to make. She almost always ordered them, so they might have thought she ordered it today as well. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t order any today.”

“I know,” the waitress said, placing her empty plate on the serving tray. Her eyes twinkled as she continued, “it’s from the embassy hunk in the corner table.”

She didn’t have to look to know who it was, but she did anyway. Just to catch a glimpse of him. She missed her favorite morning television. She found him with his usual smile and now his own little bowl of buñuelos. He picked one up and bit into it, the simple act sending a little shiver through her body. Eating a snack shouldn’t look so damn attractive.

She liked to think herself an intelligent woman. Intelligent women would send the buñuelos back and would not smile back at the dangerous man with a gun in the back of his pants before enjoying the snack. Perhaps she was just not as smart as she’d hoped.

She returned the favor the next morning. Coffee, the way he liked it. She was just paying him back. Or at least that was the excuse she’d given herself when she asked the waitress to put his coffee on her tab. She just didn’t like owing anyone anything, not even a little bowl of buñuelos. He sent her more of them and she had to send him more coffees. She had no choice but to send him coffees. What was she going to do? Go up to him and demand that he stop? The thought of confronting the man was frightening.

She would not admit to herself for a long time that she stopped sending him coffees for the sake of paying him back. Instead, she started sending them just to see his smile as he received the coffee he didn’t order. He’d always pick up the cup in his hand and tilt it in her direction as though clinking their glasses of wine together and saying ‘cheers’ before having the drink. It made her smile. Made her forget about how dangerous he was behind the sweet smile.

The universe was cruel, of course. Every good thing it gave had microscopic text underneath reminding that terms and conditions applied. Everything had a catch.

It was supposed to be a good evening. And it was. Until the knock on the door. Her colleague from the English Literature Department sighed and put her glass of wine down on the table.

“He’s always late. One day, I’ll just not let him in,” she mumbled, annoyed at their chronically late friend. The rest of the table laughed and agreed as she walked up to her front door and unlocked it. Her friend gasped and took a few steps back. Hearing her friend, she, along with the others at the dinner table rushed to the living room.

It was him. Military green tactical vest over the blue shirt she always liked seeing him in, gun pointed at her friend, eyes roving the place and meeting her own before he and the blonde guy he was with moved on to the next door. Her hand trembled ever so slightly and her stomach turned. The food that looked so delicious just a minute ago looked unappetizing now. She drove back home with an empty stomach, knowing she wouldn’t be able to keep anything down even if she forced herself to eat.

It did not affect her colleagues as much as it affected her. To them, he was just another nameless cop knocking on doors on raids to catch criminals. It was nothing new in this neighborhood, her friend had assured her when she saw the fear in her eyes.

She called the restaurant the next morning and begged them to pack her breakfast for her. She did not dare to look in his direction this time. It wasn’t that she was afraid she’d find him pointing a gun at her. No, the opposite really. She was afraid she’d see him looking as handsome as he always did, eating his breakfast and smiling across the room at her. She was afraid of the normalcy of this life for him. It was impossible for her to reconcile the image of the man who sent her buñuelos with the man who held a gun with such ease, like it was second nature to him. If she looked in his direction, the two men would become one.

While she didn’t look, she felt his eyes on her. Not in the way the creeping stares of men made her feel, like she was rotting meat and their gaze a bunch of slithering maggots. Not the way that women were taught to fear from when they were just little girls. It was gentle, the way his gaze touched her. It never lingered too long, never looked at something it shouldn’t, never inspired fear. But it still made her want to run. Run until she stopped wanting to stay right there and let him look as much as his heart desired. Run until she stopped wondering if his hands would roam her just as gently as his eyes did.

She began getting takeaway every morning. It did not taste the same from a styrofoam box in her car, but she got used to it. The waitress placed a box of buñuelos in her plastic bag without her notice. She wasn’t charged for it. Unwanted attention from a dangerous man should’ve scared her. But she sat in her car and ate the snack, feeling tingly. Goodness, she was desperate. She really needed to get laid, get rid of her thoughts of the sweet dangerous man who continued giving her buñuelos even though she’d stopped giving him coffees.

She ignored him successfully. Until she couldn’t. She tried to step aside, but he stood right in front of her. Behind her was the cashier’s desk. She could slip through her right, but she couldn’t make herself move as she found his deep brown eyes, unobstructed by his aviators, looking down at her. He reminded her of the golden retriever she had growing up, the kind that made her dad who didn’t want a dog adore the creature like it was more his child than she.

“Please, let me apologize for that evening.”

She didn’t know what she imagined his voice to be like. But, it wasn’t this. It wasn’t supposed to be so soft and smooth yet rough on the edges. She took in a deep breath, inadvertently taking a whiff of his scent— woody cologne mixed with cigarettes. She hated smokers, found it extremely unattractive. But she couldn’t help but imagine what his plush lips would look like wrapped around a cigarette.

“For what that evening, officer?” She finally dared to ask. She hoped her nervousness didn’t slip into her voice without her noticing.

“Agent,” he corrected.

“What are you apologizing for?”

“I scared you. You were having dinner and it— I was on a raid. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright,” she said softly. She wanted the ground to open up and swallow her whole. She wanted to stay stuck indefinitely in this spot, be surrounded by his masculine scent and his attractive voice. She wanted him to keep talking to her. She wanted to walk away and never see him again. She wanted to gaze into those soft brown eyes until she tired of them.

“Clearly it isn’t, Señorita.” He was stern, yet gentle. Stood his ground but was nice about it.

“Have coffee with me.” Not a question. But it wasn’t demanding either.

She should’ve walked out, breakfast be damned. She should’ve walked out and never returned to the restaurant. Instead, she followed him to his table and sipped on the coffee. She thought owed him that much after all the buñuelos he bought her. It would be rude to reject his invitation.

“You don’t eat here anymore.”

Was she supposed to explain herself? Why did this man whose name she didn’t even know demand an explanation from her about her morning routine? He didn’t sound demanding. He wasn’t intimidating her. But she still hugged her handbag close to her stomach like a nervous child held a stuffed animal.

“I’m just running late a lot these days, that’s all,” she lied, tucking her hair behind her ear.

“Javier Peña,” he introduced himself and extended a hand towards her. She took it and shook his hand, revealing her own name to him. His hand enveloped hers entirely, bigger and rougher, a little too callused for a man his age. She noticed the reluctance before he gave her hand a squeeze and finally let go.

They had coffee every morning after that. It was impossible to ignore him and take a seat somewhere else. Javier had this pull that kept her going back. The sweet downturned eyes that looked at her, begging to have a cup of coffee, pretty pink lips she couldn’t pull her eyes away from, the aquiline nose that made her wonder how it’d press against her clit when he licked her pussy…

It’s like he put something in her coffee the way she was intoxicated by him. How she wished that was the case… Unfortunately, it was all her. She was desperate and having slutty thoughts about a goddamn cop. The only way to get over him, she decided, was to fuck him once and get him out of her system.

She didn’t have to work too hard to go back to his place. She asked him if he was free to meet at the same restaurant for dinner. He did and they didn’t bother with eating. He drove her to his place in his jeep. His gun was on the dashboard, glinting under the streetlights, as though asking her if she was sure about going to an armed man’s home. He had his hand on her knee the entire time and it had done more to excite her than most other hands had done when she was fully undressed on their beds. As his thumb caressed her skin, his wrist rested firmly on her thigh, the cold metal of his watch compensating for the heat he’d caused between her legs.

“Fuck,” he muttered breathily as they stopped behind a line of cars. His large hand gripped the steering wheel hard and she watched as he dug a well trimmed nail into the faux leather while his other hand simultaneously touched her gently.

“How far is your place?” She asked, afraid he’d shame her for being too eager.

He did nothing of that sort, squinting at the traffic before he answered, “It might take up to an hour at this rate.”

She groaned and leaned back on her seat, much to his amusement. He laughed, asking, “Are you in a hurry, my little buñuelo?”

“Perhaps I am. I’m a busy woman, Javier. Got a lot of guys lining up outside my door to sleep with me.”

“Mhmm?” He asked, his mustache quirking up along with his lips in amusement. She wanted to reach out and touch it, ask him if he’d let it brush against her as he wrapped his lips around her cunt.

“Yeah. I could just step out of this vehicle and walk away somewhere, you know? Unless you do something to keep me right here,” she said as she placed her hand on the one playing with her knee and nudged it, encouraging him to wander above her knee.

“Fuck, baby!” He swore under his breath as she bit down on her lip and looked up at him tentatively. She was alight with desire and needed him to fan the flames yet quench it with his touch all at the same time. It did not matter that they were in the middle of the fucking road, stuck in traffic and surrounded by people who could catch them with his hand up her skirt. All that mattered was the wetness trickling down her cunt and the man responsible for it dealing with it for her on the road because she asked him to.

“You do this with every guy you’re stuck in traffic with?”

“Maybe I do,” she challenged, raising an eyebrow at him. “Why? Jealous?”

He smiled as he let the tips of his fingers graze her legs, barely touching, making just enough contact to make her tremble with anticipation. She thinks he must’ve noticed her response because the smile on his lips was much too smug otherwise. “Gonna make you forget all those poor motherfuckers you fucked in a car before this.”

“Get to work, Javier. I don’t want you letting your mouth run, promising things you can’t do.”

“You got a mouth on you,” he said as he explored her thigh. He stroked her thigh up and down, up and before he could reach where she wanted him most— down. It was an awkward angle and she hadn’t been quite sure if he could do it, but he did.

“God, baby…” he groaned when he touched her between her legs. She wanted to look away from him, hide in embarrassment at being discovered in such a state of need. But she forced herself to keep her eyes on him, delighting herself in her capability to bring that reaction out of him.

“No wonder you can’t wait, hmm? Fucking soaking,” he said, rubbing her slick around through her panties. “Tell me, what got you so wet?”

“You,” she admitted, not bothering with manners. She was going to fuck him, get him out of her system and go about her own way. So why be proper? She could show him who she truly was and not be afraid that she wasn’t proper girlfriend material.

Deceptively innocent brown eyes glinted at her words, his pink lips turning up with smugness. “Goddamn, I’ve barely touched you and you’re already so wet, huh? Going to be drenched by the time we reach my place.”

He let a finger slip beneath the cotton of her panties, pushing inside her slit. She took a deep breath and adjusted herself on the faux leather seat, taking his thick digit deeper. If that was how thick his finger was, how thick would his— she bit down on her lip as his thumb found her clit. Rewarded by her response, his thumb stayed put, gauging her reaction as he rubbed it in circles.

“Just like that,” she encouraged, leaning back on her seat. He leaned over and kissed her, chaste at first as he gave her little pecks to go with the in and out motions of his index finger inside her. Suddenly, he pulled back, leaving her irritated and ready to pull him back before she realized he did it to drive ahead.

They only moved a couple feet before they stopped and his lips were on hers again. She thrust back onto his finger, getting him to hit the spots in her that she knew gave her the most pleasure. “More,” she whimpered into the kiss, bringing her hand to his and directing him to add another finger. He kissed back with hunger and she let out a deep breath, relieved that he was receptive to receiving directives from her. She just wanted a good fuck and while it was rare in one night stands with men who didn’t know her body and weren’t willing to, she had an inkling that this one would be good.

“So tight around my fingers, baby… Can’t wait to have you around my cock. Gonna stretch you out so good,” he whispered into her ear, nipping at her neck before withdrawing. He took his fingers away too, leaving her empty and fucking up into nothing. She whined in protest, but he paid her no heed, one hand on the steering wheel as he turned into an alley to their left.

“There’s a shortcut,” he explained as he drove. He took his middle finger between his lips and licked, his tongue making a show of it. Her pussy clenched at the lewd act and the groan that emanated from deep within his chest.

“Taste good too. I can’t wait to have it straight from the source. You ever tasted yourself?” He asked and she licked her lips as she watched him. When he raised an eyebrow at her, she realized he was expecting an answer to his dirty question. Swallowing, she shook her head.

“How tragic that you have this delicious pussy, but have never tried it before… Open up,” he said, tapping her cheek with the back of his hand. She obeyed, parting her lips for him, allowing his to slip his index finger cited in her slick between her lips. She tasted herself, slightly salty and slightly sour and a faint hint of sweetness. She squirmed in her seat, wishing to disappear into thin air yet wanting to stay in this moment, being the woman who let a man she’d met at a restaurant fuck her in his car and make her taste her own arousal. She sucked on his finger, big and thick and oh god the places he could reach if he— she licked even when her taste was gone and it was just his skin. She swirled her tongue around him, picturing him replacing the finger with something bigger later that night. She sucked her cheeks in and bobbed up and down on his finger, her eyes locked on him.

When he removed his finger, she scraped it slightly with her teeth, giving him a teasing smile that opened into a gasp as he forced the finger inside her cunt. His middle finger joined soon after. He drove slow through dark alleys and quiet neighborhoods. As he kept a steady hand on the wheel, she gave in trembling under his touch, feeling the end near yet out of reach. It should strike fear in her to be driven home by a strange man. One who wasn’t decent because what decent man fingered a woman in his car, licked her juices and gave her a taste too. But maybe decent wasn’t what she wanted.

She was alone with him, trapped in his car, and he could be driving them fucking anywhere.

He groaned as he tightened around his fingers, not knowing it was her fear of what he could do to her that inspired her reaction. He curled his finger inside her, touching that spongy part of her that always had her hiding her face in her pillow as she came around her fingers or her ‘health massager’.

Hand trembling, she slipped the sleeves of her top off her shoulders and pulled it down before reaching in and touching her breasts.

“Not fair,” he groaned, grinding the base of his palm into her clit. His jaw tightened and the moonlight fell on it perfectly, highlighting the sharp lines of his cheekbones. His hand may have only been on her cunt, but she could feel him everywhere, the wives of his touch electrifying every inch of skin.

“Javi, please…” she begged, leaving any dignity behind. That was lost when she took his hand and pushed it up her skirt in the middle of the fucking road.

“What’re you pleading for? To come in my car? Cum all over the seat, pretty thing?”

She moaned, grinding onto his fingers and biting down on her lips to keep more pathetic sounds from leaving her lips.

“I’ve had my fucking boss sit there, hermosa… A couple of criminals too. Which of them do you think will get to smell you first on this seat?”

“Fuck,” she mumbled under her breath.

He slipped his fingers out and gave a light slap to her cunt, the slight sting against her clit making her legs jerk up. She grabbed his hand and forced his fingers back in, holding him in place by his wrist before bouncing up and down on them. The man hadn’t even given her his cock and he’d already climbed to the top of her list. No cock came close to how free she felt grabbing Javier and using him to make herself feel good.

His fingers pumped in and out, finding the right spots with her help. Her finger found her clit, rubbing gently, matching the rhythm he set with his fingers. It didn’t take long, with the steady pace of his thick digits, for her eyes to roll back and her lips to part. The wet sounds of her cunt coupled with her soft gasps filled the inside of his jeep. Soft gasps turned to moans and moans to his name and his name to incoherent sounds and finally, when her eyes screwed tight and her world stopped spinning, she turned silent.

She fell back on the seat, thighs trembling as her wetness trickled down it and on to the car seat. She panted, trying to bring herself back to reality from whatever world he’d taken to when she began recognizing her surroundings.

When they drove through her street, she finally spoke, “The brown building. The one with the black gates.”

She wobbled on her feet when her feet finally touched the ground. He snorted, steadying her with his arm around her waist. Cocky bastard with his stupid smirk and his stupid mustache!

“Thanks for the ride, Agent…”

“Mhmm…” he hummed, his smirk still intact.

She walked backward, slow and steady so that she didn’t trip. Pulling him along by his collar, she enjoyed having him follow like a loyal dog. The other hand on the railing of the stairs, she climbed one step after the other. His shirt strained against his muscles, the buttons using the last bit of their energy to hold together the white fabric that stretched across his expansive chest.

“That would be all,” she said, stopping in front of her door, giving his ass an appreciative pat before pulling away. He chuckled before stepping back, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. Beautiful brown eyes glistened under the light, their mischief and softness pulling you back in.

“What, you’re waiting for a tip or something?” She asked, her smile growing cocky.

“Oh hermosa, I’ve already been paid well. In kind,” he said, his hand snaking between her thighs and cupping her pussy. “Thank you for riding.” With that a slap to your pussy, he turned back around and descended the stairs. Good god, he looked sexy even when going down the fucking stairs. He would sexier going down on her.

She unlocked her door as quick as she could, hands finding her soaked panties right after she kicked her door shut. Running to her window that overlooked the front of the building, she opened it and hollered, “Javier!”

He looked up, cigarette between his lips, hands on his hips. “Catch!” She said before throwing the garment at him. He caught it effortlessly. “Tease.”

“Is it teasing if I plan to satisfy you in the end?” She asked, bending down to pick up her skirt that was pooled around her legs. He jumped ahead and caught the garment before throwing it inside his Jeep through the window. “You have ten seconds to get up here.”

And he did. So she let him fuck her against the door. And on her couch. And on her bed. The man was insatiable, giving as much as he took, doing more for her in one night than other men had throughout the course of relationships. Javier was gentle, rough, slow and fast all in one night, showing her all his talents as though she was interviewing him for the fuckbuddy position. If he was, he got the job. He left her on her bed, mind scrambled and pussy satiated yet needy when he left following a call from work.

Safe to say he hadn’t left her system.

Tagging: @harriedandharassed @cowboychickenlittle @sunakochansama43

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guavi · 4 months

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I made Aziraphale’s waistcoat about two months ago and boy it was a journey

Rant about the process under cut!

First thing to do was pick a fabric. For the visible fabric on the front and collar, I knew I definitely wanted to use something piled. I also did not want to use a synthetic fabric, which would have been cheaper but miserable to wear. I settled on cotton velveteen which would be more comfortable, slightly cheaper and easier to work with than silk velvet, and generally less shiny than silk. I was able to order some beautiful cotton velveteen from someone local.

Unfortunately it was not even in the same ballpark as the color I needed. This was due to a combination of reasons including the lighting in the photos they had (they were online only and didn’t have a storefront I could walk into), piled fabric in general being nigh impossible to accurately photograph the color of, and probably also some variations between dye batches. This is why we buy swatches when we can, folks.

The fabric itself was absolutely lovely though. So. No biggie I’ll just dye this myself what could go wrong

The dark brown here is after the first dye; the scrap laying on top on the right is the original color; the beige coat underneath for color reference. Note that even the colors in this picture looked quite different from irl. I did dip a scrap in first to check the color, but because Dyeing Is Weird and also I made some mistakes the final dye did not end up the same. I can write several more paragraphs on why this probably happened. We’d be here for a while.

But maybe it’ll be fine right? The color’s not exact but not offensive, maybe I’ll just start sewing and it won’t bother me that much.

Here’s a bit of that process, where you can see the interior of the waistcoat with interlining and twill tape, following some 19th century construction techniques. Lots of tedious but relaxing hand sewing. (Also, real pockets!)

I chose broadcloth for the interlining rather than a more typical canvas, because I wanted a more soft and aged look rather than crisp and new.

(I made another mistake here using cotton twill tape straight off the roll, which shrunk later in the process. You can see this later in how the edges pucker a bit. Oops. Oh well.)

(I also have no other photos of this stage because I went into the hyperfocus zone and forgot about everything except the task in front of me)

Turns out I was not ok with the color. It bothered me a lot.

So I tried to bleach it a tad to lighten the color, but Bleaching Is Also Weird and doesn’t always give you back the same color but lighter.

I got back something extremely orange tones, which bothered me even more. Had a minor breakdown until reboot papped me and helped me talk through how to fix this.

This ended up going through another round of light bleaching, and two rounds of dyeing over with blue to cancel out the orange. Finally I got something I was happy with!

You can very clearly see the puckering here caused by the shrinking tape..thankfully a good steaming was able to get rid of the worst of it.

The color is also slightly uneven if you look very closely, because rounds of the dyeing/bleaching happened after it was sewn together rather than as fabric pieces. Oh well. I can chalk this up to an “aged” look.

Time to finish it off with some buttons and 19th century style hand-worked buttonholes! The buttons aren’t accurate but I just went for ones that were the right size and vibes.

Last step was to add the wear around the buttons, hem, and collar. I’m sure there’s some faster way to do this, but I did it with a pair of eyebrow tweezers to pluck out the pile and a bit of sandpaper to finish off.

And that’s it! For the waistcoat at least. I also made the outer coat, the bow tie, and the blue shirt because I couldn’t find one for purchase that fit me. I still need to make other things. But that’s for another time.

#cosplay #good omens #cosplay wip #slightly hesitant to tag this tbh bc it’s very wip still

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lovemeafterhrs · 8 months

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make me stay

don’t make no mistakes, you can’t have your way.

fuck that shit you think, you can’t make me stay.

satoru gojo x sorcerer! reader

part two of one night only

word count: 7.5k

MDNI!!

warnings: plot with more porn, blood/gore (fist-fighting to distract from obvious sexual tension), unprotected marathon sex, my love my light brat tamer! gojo

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the kyoto campus was eerily silent, even after the students had returned from the exchange event. cicadas chirped loudly outside, singing in the hot and humid air.

she was downright pissed off, approaching seething as she paced through the empty classroom. her mood had gone entirely sour as she looked at the items scattered across her desk. it was just like him to show up and create a gigantic mess, and then disappear before he had a chance to clean it up. she sighed and fixed the trinkets that had fallen over in their haste moments prior. she let out a loud scoff as she noticed the paperwork scattered all over the floor. she decided to ignore the fact that her legs were still trembling.

there was no fucking way she just let satoru get exactly what he wanted. she’d been holding out on him for ages, and now she was even more upset that she’d let him break her down in the first place. because now she wanted him. bad. she needed him. and there was nothing she detested more than relying on that jackass for anything.

she stared down at the debrief for the mission she’d been assigned; one she had originally planned on passing up. now, she felt that blowing off some steam would probably be beneficial. she’d canceled the date she planned that night, too guilty to face the man she’d been seeing after letting satoru touch her. she frowned when her brain reminded her that even if she had gone on that date, he wouldn’t have been anything like satoru. she used to think that was a good thing, but now she wasn’t so sure. there was a reason that she hadn’t let him get that close before, and now it was nagging at her rather aggressively.

she didn’t want anyone that badly, especially not him. she knew better than that. getting with him was quite possibly the worst idea to ever exist, and numerous women could attest to his unwillingness to commit to them. he was charismatic and terrifyingly handsome, but anything besides sex was a danger to the people around him. she knew that, and yet her brain was spinning with thoughts about him.

she frowned, dropping bandages and antiseptic wipes into her small purse. she was a sorcerer first, she reminded herself. she just needed to continue her work and forget that the last few hours even happened.

“heading out for the mission early?” utahime questioned, and her head poked through the door as she watched the girl pack her bag. “i thought you were going to pawn that off on an underclassman. didn’t you say something about it not being worth the effort of someone of your grade?”

“i was going to use it as a teaching opportunity, but i changed my mind. need to clear my head.” she shrugged, trying her best to seem indifferent about the situation. she was hoping that utahime would take her change of heart at face value, but the dark-haired woman simply raised an eyebrow at her words.

“oh. gojo show up while we were gone?” her coworker’s question was like a punch to the gut, and she visibly shrank.

“yup. how’d you know?”

“his cursed energy was gone for about an hour, i figured he’d be pissed you skipped out. shoko was flipping shit. i thought it was pretty funny.” she could imagine the scene that utahime was describing, and it put a small smile on her face.

“that’s an understatement. she probably kicked his ass for ditching her with his students.” she chuckled at the thought, hoping that his long-time friend had given him the third degree after his disappearing act. she could practically see shoko yelling across the grass, trying to track down the illusive white-haired man.

“i hope so. bastard deserves it.” utahime agreed, nodding along as she took a seat in one of the student’s chairs.

“true that. now, wish me luck on my perilous journey. tell me you’ll be praying for me when i take out that grade two.” that earned a frown from her fellow teacher, unenthused by her teasing tone.

“gross, you sound just like him. now go, before gakuganji sees you leave early.” she’s practically shooed out the door by the smaller woman, trying to keep her under the radar of their hard ass of a boss. “oh, and good luck, i guess.”

the signature horn of the train could be heard in the distance, and she let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding in. she was thankful to have a moment of silence, even if she had to tear a cursed spirit to pieces to achieve it. she needed to find some sense of clarity and forget about the way satoru’s lips felt between her thighs.

as she caught sight of the manor, she let out a long sigh. the walk to the forest had not been pleasant, but the scenery was something to remember.

she had hoped that she’d be able to distract herself from the carnal need pooling in her gut, and an easy mission would do the trick. at least for an hour or two.

it was rather unfortunate that satoru had thought the same thing, snatching a file folder off the desk in yaga’s office. he had to do something, anything to take his mind off what he just did to himself. it was pure torment for him to get so close to finally fucking her, just for his efforts to crash into the dirt. he cursed shoko for not covering for him and cursed himself for taking his sweet fucking time. he could’ve gotten her off three times in the time he’d spent dragging out their little display, but he had unfortunately been thinking with his dick instead of his brain.

he thumbed through the paperwork, recognizing the address of the cursed site almost immediately. not too far, with a cushy hotel nearby.

perfect.

he dropped the file back on the desk with little care and nodded to himself. he loved when a plan appeared right before his eyes, and he had a little smile on his face as he walked out of his boss’s office.

he thought back to when he arrived back in tokyo, faced immediately with shoko’s defeated expression.

“no no you don’t understand shoko, i got so close!” he whined, putting his head in his hands as he followed her down the hallway. he had to wait an embarrassingly long time for the situation in his pants to die down before he trailed his way to her office to complain. as soon as he arrived she was walking out the door, needing a cigarette if she was going to put up with his incessant whining.

“no you didn’t, dickhead.” her reply was curt and to the point, heels clicking against the concrete as they traveled outside.

“but-“ he started, and shoko scoffed.

“shush! i don’t want to hear it. is there anything else you could talk about? i’ve been hearing the same bullshit since high school.” ieiri was growing rather tired of his persistence after years of complaining about the same thing. setting him up with other girls didn’t help, and distracting him with perilous missions didn’t work either. he couldn’t deny that he loved the chase. perhaps that was why he often made himself look so stupid when it came to the one person he couldn’t have.

“so rude! i wish you hadn’t started calling, i was kind of in the middle of something.” she had practically batted him away with her free hand, a headache already forming as she took another drag.

“let it go, gojo! it’s never going to happen!” she called out, and he flipped her off as he walked back through the doors of the school.

that’s actually how he had ended up in yaga’s office, bored out of his mind and peeking through information he had no business knowing. he was nearly in the clear when he suddenly heard the unimpressed words of the boy he raised.

“you look like you’re going out to cause trouble.” megumi stated, his tone flat. his sudden presence scared the shit out of his caretaker, and that caused the younger man to stare at him with a confused look plastered across his face. “what’s wrong with you?”

“wow. thanks for the concern towards your father figure, megumi. you’re right, though. i’ll be back before class on monday.” satoru replied, a sarcastic smile on his face as he offered the boy a peace sign before turning away.

“i think i’ve got it this time. mark my words!” he heard satoru yelling across the courtyard and frowned.

“wait, don’t do anything stupid!” he tried to call out to him, but gojo’s long legs had already carried him out of sight.

“he gets so dumb when he’s desperate.” he grumbled, remembering the many times he’d done something similar. it would always end the same, with him coming home defeated after hours of relentless flirting. he felt bad for her, truly. he didn’t know her well, but he knew that she didn’t deserve his unending pestering.

megumi sighed and watched his teacher disappear into the night. he didn’t know what was up with him, but he knew it was nothing good. it never was, knowing him.

satoru had decided to take the train instead of simply warping to his destination, and he marveled at the expansive treeline as he barrelled toward the cursed site. the sun had just started to set over the sky, casting everything in beautiful rose hues. he looked down at the comically large map he’d been carrying, and the train came to a stop.

it was just too perfect, he mused. he’d be able to kill her assignment and have a hotel room ready for her when she showed up the next day. he’d gotten so close before, he could do it again. right?

the walk to the abandoned house was peaceful until he was about twenty yards away.

a grin stretched over his features when he heard explosions in the distance and the screeches of a cursed spirit roaring through the trees.

it seemed someone had already beat him to it, and he bounced his way through the forest as he looked out for her trademark head of hair.

so what if he had broken into his boss’s office, and sifted through the file folder of the kyoto branch’s missions to find the one she’d been tasked with? it was just the luck of the draw that she happened to get there early, ruining his attempts to kill the damned thing and weasel his way into her hotel room the next day.

he paused when he reached a clearing in the treeline, and his smirk grew as he watched her rise from the dirt. her hair was up, and she had dirt caked on the platform boots she was currently using to kick the everloving shit out of the cursed spirit in front of her. he leaned against the tree, watching her spin the poor spirit around in circles.

she’s taunting it. he hummed to himself and watched her choice to rely on hand-to-hand combat. he’d only see her up so close and personal when she was really pissed off. if he wasn’t damn near unkillable he’d be concerned for his safety. instead the whole ordeal was kind of turning him on.

he could see the cursed energy coming off of her in waves, but she had left that power completely untapped as she continued dodging and weaving around the sharp claws of the corpse in front of her.

“i gotta say, that’s fucking hot.” his voice carried through the clearing, and her steps faltered. the cursed spirit used this opportunity to fling her across the grass, and her head narrowly missed a tree branch that would've sent her to an early grave. it’s claws had nearly grazed her skin, tearing into the fabric of her shirt instead.

she guffawed at her fellow teacher hidden within the trees and got to her feet once more. he stepped through the shrubbery, ignoring the inhumane screeching next to him.

“it looks like we had the same plan.” he mused and gave her a little wave. her frown deepened.

“oh fuck off, gojo. you can’t go around tagging along to every mission just because you’re the strongest.” she huffed, still catching her breath from the near-death experience. the grotesque heap of flesh roared in front of her, lunging towards her distracted form.

“is that not exactly what being the strongest means? i get to do whatever the fuck i want?” he smirked and appeared behind the cursed spirit in a flash. the disgusting sack of meat was interrupting their alone time, and he hadn’t taken too kindly to the intrusion. in moments, he had ripped its shoulders clean off its body and caused it to fall lifelessly into the dirt. viscera splattered all over her, coating her clothes in sticky scarlet fluid.

there was something about seeing her covered in blood and guts that did something to him, something he really didn’t like. he took a step closer, admiring the way the red liquid glistened against her bare skin.

“besides, if i hadn't shown up i wouldn't have gotten to see you with blood dripping down those pretty little thighs of yours.” his flirting was going to be the death of her. it was almost pitiful how close she was to folding. she decided to focus on the anger coursing through her veins instead of the lust bubbling under the surface.

her eye twitched, and he could feel her cursed energy pouring out of her from across the grass. his smile dropped when the blood splattered across her body began to move her hand, coming to life right before his eyes. he knew her cursed technique well, and he should’ve known he’d piss her off more than anything. his eyes widened as sharp, scarlet shards came barreling toward his head.

“whoa whoa whoa, let’s not get hasty here.” satoru choked out, making quick steps to get away from the onslaught of tiny spikes.

“why do you keep dodging, dickhead? you’re practically invincible!” she was yelling at him now, words echoing through the clearing of trees. he couldn’t deny that he found her raising her voice at him appealing. his slacks started to feel a little tight as she sneered at him, nose turned up in disgust. she practically dripped with malice, and he was loving every moment of it.

“because your cursed energy hurts!” he whined, dodging yet another one of her attacks. the sheer power flowing through every crystalized spear of blood she sent his way sent shivers down his spine. it was overwhelming, even for him. his infinity wasn’t going to let any of her advances break through, but that didn’t keep her cursed energy from seeping into his very soul. he’d never liked fighting her for that reason only, but his sense of self-preservation was dying in front of him as he caught a peek under her skirt.

“good! i told you to stop trying to fuck me!”

“and i keep telling you, i don’t listen!” his response earned another shard stabbing into the ground next to his feet, and she took angry steps towards him as he continued to back up.

“you never listen to me. you show up on my missions and nearly get me killed because you want to get in my pants. what am i supposed to do with that?” she growled, and he was only narrowly avoiding her attacks.

“i dunno. maybe you should figure that out.” he replied, a little too cheeky for his own good. anger started to bubble over as she swung at him with her bare hands, and he smirked. he grabbed her hand, pulling her towards him as he pushed her down onto the ground.

“c’mon. you don’t want to play that game with me. do you, gorgeous? you know that you can’t even put a dent in me.” his eyes darkened as he responded, and he pinned her hands over her head to keep her in place. “you can only touch me because i want you to.”

“so you’ll let me kill you, then?” her reply was hopeful, and he scowled.

“why can’t you just admit that what you want to do is let me fuck you until you can’t walk straight. it would save us all so much time and energy.” he sighed and stared into her eyes with a tint of lust over his own.

“you’re so pretty when you’re all worn out.” he cooed, running one of his fingers through her hair. damn. he was already wearing down her defenses, and she tried to keep her thighs from rubbing together instinctively.

“i’m not worn out.” she huffed, and he chuckled at her. “i could still throw you into next week if i wanted.”

“oh, yeah? i think you should save the energy you have left for when we get back to your hotel.” there he was again, inviting himself along wherever she went. to make it even worse, she was contemplating letting him.

“who said you were coming with me?” she questioned, eyes squinted at him.

“oh, please. of course we’re leaving here together.” her face scrunched up at his words, and that urged him to continue. “you should see the look on your face right now.” satoru smirked, echoing her words from earlier that day. he released his hold on her hands, and she used the opportunity to sock him right in the nose.

“okay. i’m done.” she smiled and helped him up off the ground. “i’m still not going to fuck you, though.” perhaps she was not quite truthful in this statement. it was more like she had to keep herself from fucking him, but he didn’t need to know that.

“sure. you’re lying to yourself, but sure. whatever you have to tell yourself to help you sleep better at night, baby.” he dusted off the dirt that coated his back, a teasing smirk on his face. he was getting closer to the prize he’d been seeking.

“fuck off. if you’re not nice you’ll be sleeping on the floor.” she frowned and booed at him as they made their way back out of the forest.

she breathed a sigh of relief when she caught sight of the large hotel, exhausted from her walk back from the forest. satoru however, had been completely unaffected by their long trek. he’d spent the entire time throwing flirty comments her way and avoiding the punches she’d thrown back.

they stepped up to the counter, and the attendant watched them curiously. she had to imagine that the two of them together were quite the sight to see, even to a stranger who had no grasp on their importance as sorcerers. she’d almost forgotten about her tattered and bloody clothing and addressed the clerk with a smile as she received her key. satoru wrapped an arm around her as they strolled through the hallways, and she smacked it away before turning towards their door.

the hotel room was much too cramped for her liking, and she threw her bag down on the bed. she peeled her bloodied shirt over her head, heading towards the bathroom. he tried to follow her inside and whined at her when she slammed the door in his face.

“why were you taunting that cursed spirit?” gojo asked, his voice muffled through the closed door. “you could’ve taken it out in one shot, but you chose to beat it to a pulp with your hands. why?”

“not every fight requires you to rip off heads with pure force, you know.” he could hear her faint reply through the wood as the shower turned on. “besides, my cursed technique needs blood to work properly. i wasn’t looking to spend the next few hours tending to my self-inflicted wounds just so i could kill that thing quickly.”

“why not? i would’ve been more than happy to patch up a beautiful girl.” he sulked when she didn’t reply, and he sat against the wall as he waited for the water to turn off.

“so you were planning on crashing my mission the whole time, then?” she opened the door and rolled her eyes at the white-haired man. satoru always had a plan, even when he swore up and down he didn’t. “you wanted to find me all bloodied and battered, and nurse me back to health?”

“actually, i was planning on killing it before you got there. you just happened to beat me to it.” satoru shrugged like it was a casual thing to suggest. he’d put himself in danger to get a moment alone with her and she’d been blowing him off this whole time. teasing him half to death and pretending to hate everything he stood for.

“spotlight stealer.” she grumbled under her breath, and he laughed at her sour attitude.

“i would’ve let you take all the credit for it, baby. i just wanted some time alone with you.” satoru purred, leaning towards her with a glint in his eyes.

“oh, i should’ve guessed. are you this determined with every girl you try to get with?” she didn’t know if she wanted to hear the answer to that question, but she couldn’t help herself. did he pursue every girl relentlessly? would she be mad if he did?

“not even close.” he replied with a shrug of the shoulders.

“then why should i give you what you want?” satoru seemed to have been waiting for that question, and he took another step closer.

“well to start, i could have your legs shaking in about twenty minutes. and to be completely honest, i’m so desperate to see you writhing in pleasure again that i’d probably do anything you wanted.” he was getting a little too close for comfort, but she didn’t have the willpower to push him away. “are you not even a little bit curious? you were enjoying yourself before we got interrupted. why not continue the fun?”

“i suppose i might be a little curious about it, but mostly to find out if you’re all talk or not.” she admitted, holding his stare. “you reek of desperation, satoru. you’re lucky that i think it’s kind of hot that you want me so badly.”

“only kind of? i’ll have to do a whole lot better than that.” satoru smirked, and stepped closer to pin her against the wall. “i can’t stop thinking about you. i just can’t get the image of you moaning and gasping underneath me out of my head.”

“you drive me insane, i need you more than i’ve ever needed anything.” he continued, slotting a leg in between hers. she hadn’t even made it to her luggage to grab a pair of pants, in nothing but a button-up and panties.

“god, i hate when you do this.” she scoffed at him and looked away, her cheeks flushed as he ran a finger over her jawline. keeping herself from blushing was growing rather difficult, especially with his knee pressing against her clothed slit.

“do what?” he pouted at her, and batted his long pale eyelashes between his words. what a fucking tease.

“act like you like me so i’ll give you what you want. you’ve been doing it since we were kids.” her presumption was true. he’d always been determined, even desperate when it came to her. he’d say anything he could to get even just a fleck of her attention. still, he dared to be offended by her words.

“have you ever considered that maybe i do like you?” he questioned like he didn’t know the answer already, and she looked at him unimpressed. her hands moved over to his chest, keeping them apart the best she could.

“improbable. you know exactly what happens to sorcerers that get involved with each other.” she pointed out, trying to ignore the lust blooming inside of her.

“so? improbabilities have never stopped me.” his words made her pause, and her grip tightened on the collar of his shirt.

“you’re infuriating.” she scoffed, lips ghosting over his as she glared up at him. she was so close to throwing him into the wall and walking out the door, but she just couldn’t tear herself away.

“but you still want to kiss me.” he replied, and she tsked at him. he was still so close, only one more step would have them meeting in the middle. still, she tried to hold firm.

“i want to do more than that. you just piss me off too fucking much.” she rolled her eyes, surprised she’d even dared to admit that to him. perhaps she was going soft. or getting rather desperate herself.

“your boyfriend wouldn’t like that very much, would he?” he was practically gloating, certain that every comment would land him one step closer to breaking her resolve.

“no, he wouldn’t. it’s a good thing he’s not my boyfriend, then.” her response lit a fire deep inside of him, and he stared at her with eyes lidded as he leaned closer.

“oh, so that position is available?” he asked, tone feigning curiosity. he didn’t really want to know if she was seeing anyone, did he? he was just going to hurt his own feelings, winding himself up over something that she was never going to give him.

“i don’t date sorcerers.” she stated plainly, as a last-ditch effort to get him to give up. her resolve had worn rather thin, and she only had one excuse left to throw at him.

“who said anything about dating?” was all it took to break her last shred of dignity, and she pulled him in for a harsh but passionate kiss. he smirked as his lips touched hers, and he started nipping at her lower lip. it didn’t matter that he was just insinuating that he wanted to be her boyfriend. he was just saying whatever he needed to, it seemed. there was no way he was serious about it, he couldn’t be. there was just no fucking way.

she was pulled out of her thoughts when she felt his tongue pressing against hers, and she let out a small, muffled moan. that caused him to chuckle, and he pressed her further into the wall.

“cat got your tongue?” he mused. his hands had started to roam underneath her shirt. she scoffed at him, not giving him the luxury of an answer.

“c’mon, you’re so quiet now. what happened to all that attitude of yours?” he teased, delightfully surprised when he realized she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“you just keep talking…” she groaned when his fingers flicked her right nipple, his face downturned at the remark.

“you love it.” satoru cooed as he lifted her shirt above her head. “i know you do.”

her reply hadn’t even left her mouth before she was interrupted, a moan erupting from her throat as his mouth wrapped around her nipple. he was laughing at her now, even with his mouth full. the vibration rumbled through her chest, and she pulled herself away from him.

“you’re always such a tease.” she grimaced, taking him by the collar of his shirt and dragging him towards the bed. he grinned at her words and spun her around, pushing her onto the plush mattress. he wasn’t far away, shedding clothing at a remarkable pace.

“is it really teasing if i mean everything i say?” he shot back and grabbed the bottom of his shirt to pull it off.

she was soaking wet by the time satoru’s fingers made their way to her panties, and she flushed with embarrassment.

“oh wow.. excited already, baby?” he asked, but it was more of a taunt than a question. he chuckled as he pulled them down her legs, and he ran his fingers over the wetness he found. he had to admit, this was already much better than last time. she was just as desperate as he was, and he was starting to realize just how much he’d wound her up. his plan was working effortlessly.

“you’re killing me here, gorgeous. i need to taste that pretty pussy.” he seemed elated by the wetness dripping down her thighs, surprised that she was already so wound up before he’d even touched her.

“shut up.” was her reply, pink cheeks puffed with air as he spread her lips apart with his fingers.

“but you get so flustered when i tell you exactly how you’re making me feel. how am i supposed to give that up? the look on your face is absolutely priceless.” she let out a shaky breath at his words, trying to keep herself quiet as his tongue licked a stripe along her entrance. when he reached her clit, loud slurping sounds echoed off the walls as he went to work splitting her open with his tongue.

her hand came up to cover her mouth to silence the noises threatening to spill from her lips. satoru looked up at her with a displeased expression, fingers squeezing her thighs in protest.

“use your words, baby.” he taunted, pulling his face away from her clit to instead bite at her thighs. he was already basking in the glory of his victory, and now it felt like he was tormenting her on purpose.

“m-more!” she pleaded, back arching against the plush sheets as she dug her hands into his hair.

“you need to ask nicely, or i won’t let you cum at all.” as soon as his lips left her clit to reply, she let out a low whine.

“you wouldn’t.” she pleaded, pushing his head back between her thighs. his gaze darkened, and he hummed against her clit as he contemplated his reply.

“oh, i would. i could walk away right now, and leave you by yourself in this hotel room.” he moved away just an inch to prove his point, and she found herself pulling him back towards her. she needed more. she was so close to release and he was using it against her.

“does that not work for you, angel? is there something you want to tell me?” his questioning was cruel, and she wanted nothing more than to cum around him with her fingernails scratching against his back.

“fuck, satoru. stop teasing.” she choked out, pulling his head away from her thighs. “can’t do this again, please god fuck me now before that phone starts ringing.”

“how can i refuse when you put it like that?” he gave her a mischievous grin as he reached for his belt, and freed himself from his pants. he pushed the fabric towards the floor, stepping towards her now entirely bare. he looked so beautiful, skin practically glistening in the moonlight seeping in from the window.

he leaned over her, pulling her into a kiss as his dick ran over her slit teasingly. he continued dragging himself up and down her wetness, teeth nipping at her lower lip. his hands grabbed onto her ankles and pressed them against her thighs. he started slowly sinking his way into her, and she fisted her hands into the sheets. she let out a hiss as he stretched her open, nearly out of breath as he bottomed out inside of her. he gave her a minute to adjust and stilled the movement of his hips. his fingers combed through her hair, almost like he was trying to console her.

she tried to push herself up in an attempt to get him to move and let out a whine when he held her still. she was begging for some kind of friction, the feeling of him stuffed inside of her already too much to bear.

“c’mon, use your words. i don’t want to have to punish you.” she feared anymore of his teasing, and she finally gave into the desire that she’d been drowning in.

“please god just start moving i-” she cried, words barely coherent when he slowly started to pull out of her. his head teased her entrance again, before sliding back in until his balls were pressed against her ass. he set a steady pace, baiting her into begging for his touch.

her nails dug into his shoulders, barely satiated by the excruciatingly slow thrusts he was giving her. she savored every time his thighs pressed against hers, before pulling himself almost all the way back out again.

“that’s much better, baby. i want to hear you beg.” he wrapped a hand around her jaw, forcing her to meet his blown-out irises.

“harder, satoru! please!” she babbled, already drunk on the pleasure induced by the rocking of his hips. he obliged, hands going back down to hold her in place as his hips began to crash into hers harder, faster.

the way that he looked at her was driving her insane. he peered down at her like she was some glorious treasure, and he was one very lucky pirate. he was grinning from ear to ear, thrusting into her at a punishing pace. the position he’d pulled her into was far too intimate, as everything involving satoru typically was. his eyes were almost glowing and sparkling before her, like he was entranced by the sight in front of him.

her thighs were pressed against her shoulders, pinned underneath him as a plethora of curses left her mouth. the metal bed frame groaned under them, dangerously close to snapping in half as he continued his ministrations. the headboard was smacking against the wall rather violently, and she would feel sorry for the people next door if she wasn’t too busy trying to keep herself from coming undone in his touch.

most of the words coming out of her mouth were complete gibberish, speech slurred as satoru’s dick continued to pound into her. he kept asking her questions like she could answer coherently, humored by her breathy replies. in truth, he was doing it to keep himself from unloading himself inside of her before he was ready for it to end. he just kept dragging it out, bruising her insides with every harsh jerk of his hips.

she supposed she should’ve expected that of him, considering how often he did the same thing with his pants on. he was greedy with his time, determined for it to never end. he didn’t know if he’d ever manage to pull this off again, and needed to savor it as long as he could. that mindset didn’t keep his body from responding to the beautiful sight in front of him. her skin was so soft, and her insides felt so warm and inviting. her walls were drawing him back in, just begging to be stuffed to the brim. it was almost too much for him to handle.

“fuck, i’m gonna-” he choked out, head falling against her shoulder as he tried to keep up his pace.

“satoru…” she moaned, nails scratching against his back as her legs kept him caged between her thighs. “f-fuck, i’m on birth control please just cum inside me. please satoru i-”

his eyes lit up at her words and he nodded furiously as his hips started to sputter. “you’re being so good for me. gonna give you what you want, baby.” he growled against her skin and pulled both of his hands into her hair, bringing her to his lips. his tongue found hers almost immediately and he groaned into her mouth as she clenched around him.

his thrusts became more sloppy and erratic as he toppled over the edge, pushing his cum further inside of her as he continued to rock back and forth.

even when her legs were shaking and his dick was going soft inside of her, satoru still hadn’t released his hold on her hips.

“you’re so pretty, baby…” he swooned, pressing kisses to her cheeks. it was kind of obscene for him to be having this way while pinning her underneath him. his not-so-subtle gestures of affection left dread pooling in her gut, and she couldn’t help but wonder what his end goal was.

she didn’t have much time to contemplate it when satoru pulled her out of her thoughts, pressing a kiss to her lips with a pout forming. “you look like you’re a million miles away.” he stated, pressing a finger against her nose.

“i’m fine.” she replied and let out a long exhale. she ran a hand through his fluffy white locks, contemplating slapping him for making her feel anything for him at all. it was so much easier when she hated everything about him. now, she feared that she might even dare to miss him if he wasn’t right there with her. disaster was brewing deep in her chest, but she shoved it down in an attempt to convince him of her words.

“i don’t think i believe you. what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

“nothing.” she frowned and looked away from him. an admission of guilt in his eyes. “just thinking about how you always get everything you want.”

“trust me, if i could have everything i want you’d never leave my fucking bedroom-” she smacked him on the shoulder, cheeks burning at his teasing. she’d think he was joking, but there was something sincere hidden between the lines of his words.

“is that really all you’re thinking about?” he asked after the laughter had died down, and she cursed inwardly. busted.

“no, i guess not.” she frowned, pinching her nose with her fingers with her eyes closed. “what now?”

“what do you mean ‘what now?’ you think i’m ever leaving you alone after this?” his question was surprisingly genuine, as though he was confused that she hadn’t known that already.

“dickhead.” she scoffed, but she couldn’t fight the smile pulling at her lips.

“you’ll learn to find it endearing.” he replied, bringing his mouth to hers. he held her cheeks as he kissed her, fingers rubbing against the skin delicately. his tongue teased hers, and she let out a moan when he bit down on her bottom lip.

she could feel him hardening inside of her again, and he pressed a kiss against her jawline. she let out a whine when he lifted her hips and flipped them both over so she was on top of him. white hair splayed against the pillow, and his strong arms pulled her down until her tits were pressed against his chest.

“satoru!” she squeaked, still sensitive from the last hour of relentless torture. he pressed his head into the crook of her neck, holding her in his lap as he kept her close. he had a talent when it came to contorting her into positions that were far too close for comfort, but she couldn’t help but lean into his touch as his fingers ran over the small of her back.

“never letting you out of my sight.” he grumbled into her skin after sucking bruises along her neck.

“you can’t always have your way.” she choked on her words when his hips began to rock against hers. it was slow at first, the pace nearly torturous as she started to whine above him.

“are you sure about that?” he retorted, pulling his thighs flush with hers. she was using the last of her energy to hold herself up, hands splayed on either side of his head as he started to thrust up into her. her legs felt like jelly as she tried to pull her hips up to match his pace, but he let out a growl as he held her still on top of him. every thrust had his dick bumping against her g-spot, pulling high pitched moans from her mouth as she leaned down to pull him into a harsh kiss.

tongues and teeth clashed as his hips faltered, walls clenching around him as he pulled away from the kiss entirely breathless. a string of saliva connected their lips as he opened his eyes, stormy blue irises filled with such adoration as she started moving along with him.

the sound of skin slapping against skin bounced off the walls of the room, serving as instrumentals behind the choir of their loud moans. her hands had migrated to his chest, nails digging into his skin as her back arched. her tits bounced in front of him, and he soaked up the sight of her entirely fucked out on top of him.

“you want me to fill up that pretty pussy again?” he raised an eyebrow, and she mumbled an incoherent string of yes and please!

his pace hadn’t let up in the slightest, even when he was dangerously close to his end. their fluids dripped onto his thighs as she squeezed around him, overstimulated as she came again. it wasn’t much longer before he was right there with her, coating her insides in pearly white.

her thighs burned as he finally stopped his onslaught, rubbing his fingers over her skin lovingly as they both took a moment to catch their breath. she had a feeling that the moment of peace wouldn’t last long.

satoru’s endurance was something to marvel at, she’d always known that. she’d seen him fight for hours on end without breaking a sweat, but she didn’t think that would equate to him being nearly insatiable in bed.

they’d been up until the wee hours of the morning and had received more than one noise complaint throughout the night. still, satoru was kissing along her collarbone sleepily. his body was still pressed on top of hers, and his hands stayed planted all over her skin. they hadn’t slept very long before his phone started ringing, and he declined the call with a huff. he pressed his face into her chest, and she let out a small giggle as he blew raspberries against her skin.

“yaga’s going to be so pissed.” he laughed, reading through the messages he’d received from his boss, as well as confused texts from both his friend and adopted teenager.

“probably. you’ll be lucky if you get to keep your job.”

“ha, he can’t fire the strongest sorcerer he has. i’m a little too busy to be worried about getting yelled at right now.” satoru’s response was muffled as his lips migrated up to her neck, biting against the skin of her jaw.

now that he had her, he had no intention of letting her go. he didn’t want the moment to end, and she gasped as his warm hands made their way back to her breasts.

“you haven’t had enough yet, have you baby?” he taunted, pinching her nipples between his fingers.

“stop calling me that, asshole.” she replied and pressed her lips to his.

“where’s satoru?” yaga’s voice boomed through the halls of the dorms, and megumi shrugged. the tokyo campus was too quiet without the annoyingly loud sorcerer, much too quiet. it had caught the attention of the principal, who had spent over an hour searching through the empty buildings.

“dunno.”

“that mother-“ yaga sighed, and pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers. “when he gets back, send him to my office immediately.”

long before he was satoru’s boss, he was his teacher. he knew him surprisingly well, and had a sinking suspicion that he knew exactly where he was. he had never been very good at covering his tracks, and the file folders scattered across his office were proof of that.

“he went off on one of her missions again, didn’t he?” shoko asked, walking up to the taller man.

“he needs to leave that poor girl alone.” she added and sighed at his antics.

“of course he did. he’ll be back, though. if she didn’t kill him.” masamichi frowned, and took his glasses off his head. “if gakuganji finds out about this he’ll have hell to pay. that old bastard will hold me responsible for whatever destruction he caused.”

“let’s just hope he didn’t tear through entire chunks of forest in his attempt to get in her pants.” shoko responded dryly, and the two of them grimaced as they watched the sunrise peak through the clouds.

satoru was in for a shitstorm when he got home, but he hadn’t cared very much in those moments he spent tangled in her arms.

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OUR SECRET — MYG

chapter five

Summary: You and Yoongi are having an affair. No, you are not being his lover. But the world is not ready to know that an idol is dating someone. So you two were doing your best to make sure no one found out. Until he breaks up with you. His mistake.

Author's note: This fanfic will contain inappropriate language and intimate moments between some characters. Be warned. I will let you know if anything becomes inappropriate. Please enjoy this Yoongi fanfic.

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"That's exactly why I said I didn't want to tell you about the ultrasound. What's the point of going into the office for two seconds and leaving?" You almost scream, taking Yoongi’s hands off of you. This idiot.

"The group's album is coming out soon and the boss needed to know some last details. What's my fault?" Yoongi asks, trying to hold you back, so you don't get run over in the middle of the street. But now the anger it's getting the best of you.

"Your only son is growing inside me. All I ask of you, daddy of the year, is that you be there. But you're too busy." You walk away, enraged. The first taxi that appears in front of you, you get inside leaving Yoongi talking to himself.

You ignore Yoongi's calls on your cell phone while holding your baby ultrasound in your hands. Or rather, as the doctor said, your daughter. But even that, her father doesn't know, because he was talking to who knows who in the back of the hospital. You get out of the taxi with some difficulty, as you are now appearing pregnant. You take the elevator, hoping to get home and get some sleep.

"How did you get here so fast?" You say looking at Yoongi sitting in front of your door.

"I'm a bad man. A terrible ex-boyfriend and I was probably a mediocre boyfriend. But I don't want to be a good father to our baby." He talks like he's out of breath, it almost makes you want to laugh. Thinking about him running after you.

"Did you run here?" You ask looking for the apartment keys in your bag. However, you feel a strange sensation in your stomach.

"Hey. Come here, I think our daughter is kicking." You speak, drawing the attention of Yoongi, who is wearing a cap and mask so as not to be easily recognized. He runs over, placing his hand on your stomach, very gently as if he's afraid to touch it. Then you hold his hand where you are feeling the baby's kicks.

"Our daughter?" Yoongi asks. You nod your head in confirmation. He looks happy but you can barely see because of the mask.

"If you want to be a present father, be present. Don't go to a doctor's appointment and be on your cell phone. Listen to what the doctor will say. Worry like I worry about our baby's health. Could it be?” You ask almost in a whisper, not wanting to turn this into a fight but rather wanting the best to you all.

"I promise I'll try my best to take care of you two." He speaks confidently, as if he were affirming himself. You smile and hug him tightly. Pregnancy has made you incredibly emotional apparently.

"Want to come in and make some coffee?" You ask unpretentiously. However, Yoongi ends up shaking his head.

"I have a date... But if you want, I can cancel it." He says and you laugh feeling like a fool.

"Funny how things are? Two months ago you wanted to marry me. Now you're going on a date and two hours ago you didn't have time to pay attention to the obstetrician." You get angry, trying to get into the apartment and failing miserably.

"Hey, honey. Don't be like that, I thought we were getting along." Yoongi says trying to help your apartment. You however move away from him.

"And we were getting along fine. Then you have a date and you want me to react like you do to all this shit." You speak changing the tone of your voice. What a pain.

"I stay here with you. You will always be more important than anything ever." Do you want to believe what he is saying. But who would believe that, right?

"Just today you showed me that I'm not more important than your job and a new romantic conquest. Yoongi, maybe you should figure out what your priorities are." You get very close to Yoongi when you say this, almost as if you were going to kiss him. His eyes are steady on you as you look at him, analyzing what you can of his face.

"My priority is my family. It always will be." Yoongi says this, lowering the mask and holding your hands.

"So you should understand who your family is. The boys are your family, your relatives are your family but definitely the new album and a new girlfriend are not your family." You speak by establishing a certain line of reasoning. So you finally managed to get into the apartment. To your and Yoongi's surprise, all of his group members are in the living room. In the living room that is decorated. They're throwing a baby shower for you and the baby.

"I think my family and I are going to celebrate our daughter's arrival into this world and you can go on your date." You said, closing the door in Yoongi's face, which made the boys a little shocked. You then enter your baby shower to celebrate with your family.

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kisses4lao · 6 months

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begginf for vampire kung lao,,,,,,

Ask and you shall receive

Tw/cw: pure honry, AFAB reader, lots of murder but it's okay they deserve it, random ass hcs in no particular order

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If you guys have ever watched BTVS, he definitely acts like Angel. That one guy thats soft and mysterious at first and only later discloses he's a vampire, an extremely sweet lover who just wants to see you be happy while also being selfish when it comes to you.

Unlike Angel however, he'd be more than willing to fuck you. All day everyday, if you're in the mood, he's in the mood.

I feel as though he'd be a lot more gentle with you when he's a vampire. Seeing as though you're just a human, he doesn't want to hurt you at all. Sex with him is sweet, drawn out and full of praise. He likes to make it last as long as possible, whether it be multiple rounds or just one.

Telling him you're on your period would be the worst mistake you'd ever made. That man would cancel every plan he has just to eat you out non stop. Because he doesn't want to hurt you, he would be pretty against biting you, especially during sex. He's scared that if he does, he'll get carried away and may do something he'll regret. But if you're on your period, an endless flow of blood just waiting for him for the next few days? He wouldn't give it up for anything.

He'd stay between your legs for hours at a time, just licking up everything your gaping pussy would give him. The delicious mixture of cum and blood coming out of you has his cock straining against his boxers, but he'd much rather eat you out than do any penetration.

He'd eventually give you a break at the end of each day. Usually, he'd take you out for ice cream if you were feeling like you could walk. If not, he'd be more than happy to either carry you, or have someone get you ice cream.

He doesn't feed on human food. He can eat it, but it doesn't satisfy his hunger. If you were to give him some of yours, he'd take it, but he'd still be hungry afterwards.

He'd usually only feed on people who are wrong doers, people who he deems unworthy of living. Not in a Jigsaw way where if you were to do something extremely stupid and not serious at all he'd kill you, no, more in a "I'm doing what the police refuse to" way.

He'd often feast on criminals that the police couldn't catch, seeing that he knows much more than they do, he catches them quicker.

He'd sometimes come home in the middle of the night drenched in blood that isn't his after a long day of work. Seeing your sleeping figure on your shared bed always reminds him of why he does this, why he kills these criminals, he does it for you. He does it that way he doesn't have to worry about your safety when he isn't around, although usually he still does.

He'd taken up the job of a private investigator after you recommended it, and he made more than enough money to buy you anything you wanted. Showering you in goods was all he ever wanted to do after he got a check.

Unfortunately, you two could only go out at night time. He'd insisted on you keeping your sleep schedule normal, that he'd find a way to take you out at earlier times in the day, but all you wanted to do was go on special dates with your boyfriend :( it isn't your fault he can't go in the sunlight! Life can be so cruel.

Once he started raking in money that most men could only dream of, he started taking you out on dates every night, followed by a shopping spree where you'd pick out whatever you wanted and it was yours instantly. If you guys ever found yourselves in a store that sold lingerie, he would make the request that you tried it on for him. Who were you to deny him when he looked so needy to see you in a skimpy outfit?

Most of the time you couldn't even get the outfit he picked out all the way on before Kung Lao was fucking you in thee changing room. He'd be whispering about how sorry he is, but how he just couldn't help himself. Not that you ever minded though.

You'd usually just take the lingerie home and try it on for him there. Giving him a full fashion show of the little outfits that outlined every part of your body perfectly never failed to have him blushing. He'd get so hard just by the thought of you changing in the other room that by the time you were actually showing him your new set he'd be on his knees and begging for you already.

He'd definitely be a switch, leaning more into being a top. He's a soft dom, always leaving small marks on your skin to show everyone you're his. He'd be against sharing you with anyone, wanting you all to himself at every possible moment.

While your nights together were usually full of going out, your days were full of him making love to you. He always thought it was the best way to pass the time, since he can't go out into the sun.

He's extremely skilled with his fingers, usually having to stretch you out a lot before actually inserting himself into you. He's huge when he's fully erect, 8.5 with a very healthy amount of girth. He has to prepare you so much to the point you're sobbing and begging for his cock.

He wants nothing more than to take you, stretch you to your limits, but he knows how much it would hurt you. He gets so turned on by your endless begging and crying that he swears if he didn't have self control he'd cum immediately.

He loves cumming inside you, but he also loves seeing your body stained with it. Your thighs and ass are his favorite places to cum on you, he'd usually clean you with his tongue afterwards too.

He didn't have very many partners before you, only one or two while mostly all of his sexual encounters were flings. You were completely different, though. You made him feel things he thought he couldn't, you made him feel like a human again and because of that, he wanted you more than anything else. When you said yes to being his girlfriend, he made an oath to protect and serve you in every way possible.

When he found out you were a virgin, he was even more happy that you wanted him to take that from you. He was so sweet throughout the entire process, being sure to stretch you more than you ever thought you could before finally pushing his cock in inch by inch.

He swore that he could see stars when he was inside you for the first time. He's never felt this much pleasure, you sent him through a complete frenzy where all he could do was think about making you feel as much pleasure as possible.

He'd be the absolute king of aftercare, always taking care of you and running warm baths for you as well.

If you ever fell pregnant with his child, Kung Lao would genuinely be so unbelievably happy. He'd go on so many rants about how he's gonna marry you and how much he loves you.

He's also very into how you breasts became bigger during pregnancy. He'd often think about what it would be like to drink from them.

If you did ever let him, lay his head on your swollen tummy, sucking on your nipples to his hearts content. He'd be completely enthralled by the way milk was practically oozing out of them, calling to him in a way.

He probably wouldn't care for pregnant sex because he's scared he might hurt the baby. He'd be more than happy to eat took out tho, of course.

He'd love for you to become a vampire so the two of you could live together forever, but he understands how it's scary to think about. He understands that you're afraid you won't be the same, and he would never push you to do anything.

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A/n: I had too much fun writing this tbh. Very much influenced by Angel but oh well </3

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skzcollision · 11 months

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churchboy!felix x afab!reader (3/7)

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genre: fluff, smut, teen angst

synopsis: certain expectations come with being a pastor’s daughter. in everyone’s eyes you are a properly behaved girl, albeit rather timid. according to your parents, you aren’t as devoted to the church as you should be. they entrust you to an old family friend’s son, deeming him to be a good influence. these circumstances bring you two closer together and stir up all kinds of emotions.

MINORS DNI

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Ever since that day in the lake, Felix has slowly been distancing himself from you.

He has cancelled on you several times now—apologizing over the phone about how he’s swamped with schoolwork and studying for finals or that he has plans with his family, a myriad of excuses really.

Trying to be understanding of his dilemma, you have yet to properly confront him about it. While it hurts to be avoided by him, you can’t help but blame it all on yourself. After all, you were the one constantly trying to push things further with him. Maybe he felt pressured by you. Maybe he thought you as corrupt.

Before you know it, graduation day rolls around and things are still tense. You get more and more restless every time you see him. Felix is always surrounding himself with others. Although people have always just been naturally drawn to him, he is never alone and it seems like a deliberate choice. He hasn’t so much as glanced in your direction. It’s as if nothing had transpired between you two.

When he eventually saunters off to the restroom on his own after the ceremony, you take this chance to ambush him. You silently follow him inside and lock the door behind you.

His confused expression turns to one of surprise when he whips his head around to see you there. “What are you doing here?” He asks, voice low and panicked. This is the first time he has looked at you in weeks.

“So it’s like that?” You say, sounding more hurt than you intended. “We’re just- you’re never gonna speak to me again?”

His initial shock falls away, replaced by a look of remorse. You try to mentally prepare yourself for whatever it is he has to say; that it had all been a mistake. That you should part ways from now on. It’s over, goodbye.

A lump forms in your throat and there’s a familiar stinging in the back of your eyes. You contemplate walking away from him before he sees you break down.

Felix steps closer—then in a blink of an eye he has you wrapped around in his arms. Your breath shudders, and you pause briefly before clutching onto him, his grip on you tightening. You embrace passionately as he apologizes over and over again in your ear.

“I didn’t plan to ignore you for this long, I just- I got scared… scared of what I’ll do, because- I started having all these thoughts about you that I shouldn’t and...” He rambles frantically, a hand coming to stroke the back of your head. “You make it hard for me to contain myself.”

A wave of relief washes over you, and warm tears spring to your eyes. “So don’t.” You say, turning your head, your lips touching the skin just below his jaw.

“I…” He nuzzles further into you, groaning against your hair. “I want you so badly, you don’t even know.”

“You have me,” you assure him, voice just above a whisper. You begin pressing open-mouthed kisses along his neck, each nibble leaving a wet trail behind.

A whimper slips past his lips, knees buckling for a moment. Then as if yanked like a puppet on a string, he straightens up, holding you still in his hands. “Please…” Felix breathes out slow, closing his eyes. He rests his forehead against yours. “I’m trying to be good.”

Your fingers thread through his hair, lightly pulling his head back. “Then be good for me.” You beg, gently nipping at his lips, desperate for him to touch the part of you that aches. “Give into me…”

He pants softly, composing himself the best he can before pulling you away from him. Your eyes are wet as you look up at him in anticipation. He’s pink in the face, staring at you with a certain intensity that resembles anger.

“Meet me in the garden,” is all he says to you before he’s unlocking the door of that restroom and walking out.

Now rid of the cap and gown everyone has been donning all evening, you find Felix outside in a simple, navy suit. In that moment under the golden cast of the setting sun, you think to yourself that this is the most handsome he has ever looked.

You’ve also stripped out of that ensemble, revealing a dress that had entirely been your mother’s choice, nearly the same shade as the salmon you had a couple nights ago.

“Hi,” you say, approaching him warily.

His dark, tender eyes behold you in a way that immediately renders you shy and vulnerable. There is a long pause of silence before he’s finally crossing over to you, hands cupping your jaw. He plants a firm kiss on your lips, savouring the softness of your mouth and not really moving much. It has you keening against him, sufficiently teased and pleading for more.

He then grasps the back of your neck, somewhat aggressive but still gentle, tilting his head to the side to deepen your connection. It’s a little sloppy, both of your inexperience showing, but the passion behind every motion makes up for it. Hands run up and down his chest, your small whimpers being swallowed up by him as he slips his tongue into your mouth.

You prolong pulling away for air despite your protesting lungs, desperate to stay attached to each other. Both of your chests are heaving once you do, lips pink and swollen.

His hand is on your wrist, taking you with him to a bench behind the storage shed, concealing you both from anyone who decides to come down to the garden.

“You had no idea how stressed I was,” you chide, tipping your head back when he tries to lean in for more kisses. “I thought… I thought you didn’t want to see me anymore.”

His expression softens as he takes your face in his hands, thumbs rubbing slow circles on your cheeks. “Do you really think I enjoyed being apart from you? Of course not.” He inches closer to you, lips almost brushing against yours as he speaks. “I’m never going to leave your side again. I promise. Okay?”

And because you were never really planning on holding a grudge against him, you nod, closing the gap between you and capturing his lips with yours. He inhales deeply through his nose, head swaying back and forth as he kisses you with much fervour. You’re both already getting better at this.

WARNING: GRAPHIC CONTENT

You grow more and more delirious with each press of his lips, his soft grunts of gratification igniting something in you. Your insatiable need to be closer to him outweighs any rational thought and you throw your leg over his.

Immediately, his hand seizes your thigh, pulling you onto him. You are pleasantly surprised with the way he’s responding to you now. That time away from you must have been harder for him than you thought, and only served to make him want you more. It is as if he went without food for days, and he’s having his fill now.

Breaking away from his lips, you adjust yourself on his lap so that you are properly straddling him. He screws his eyes shut as you move onto him, something firm colliding with the sensitive flesh between your thighs. Breathy moans linger in the heated space between the two of you.

“You okay?” You ask, eyes filled with concern.

“Y- Yeah, just…” His hands dig into your hips, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “D- Don’t move so much.”

A devilish smile stretches across your face. “Like this?” You tease, shifting forward and bucking your hips against him.

His head falls back, and deep, raspy groans tumble out of his parted lips.

No. You were wrong earlier. He is the most handsome right now. The pure delight on his face; nose scrunching in the most adorable way.

He finally opens his eyes, only to glare at you—the most he can manage at this moment.

A low chuckle rumbles in your throat, and you slowly trace a line down his neck. “What kind of thoughts do you have about me?” You ask, more seriously now.

His face gets so red at the bluntness of your question and you almost laugh. “Well,” he gulps as his gaze falls away. “I think about… touching… you…” He trails off, too humiliated to continue.

Your fingers graze his jaw, and you smile a little too innocently for what you’re about to ask him. “What if… you just show me?”

He sighs through his nose, timid eyes travelling down your body. “I- I don’t know how.”

You take one of his hands from your waist, eyes never straying from his as you place it over your crotch.

“Go on,” you nod, writhing impatiently on his lap.

His brows furrow in concentration, unsure fingers stroking you through your underwear. He glances at your face often to gauge your reaction.

Clumsiness aside, you find pleasure in the unpredictability of his slow and tentative movements—a touch very different from your own.

You sigh, jerking excitedly against his hand. This only spurs him on. A wanton moan rises from your throat when his hand slides past your underwear, slim fingers spreading and exploring your warmth. A familiar feeling builds at your centre. “Keep touching there,” you gasp as he nudges against the hood of your clit.

“Wow… you’re, um…” He clears his throat, fingers gliding through your arousal. “You’re really… really wet, is this normal?” He speaks quickly, undoubtedly feeling awkward about the sudden turn of events.

You laugh breathily at how clueless he is. “It just means I’m very aroused. It’s normal, don’t worry.”

His lips tug into a nervous smile. “Does it feel okay?”

You nod, leaning forward to kiss him. Words of praise are whispered to him each time you separate. “Put your fingers inside.” Your voice is ironically sweet, despite how crude your request sounds.

He pauses abruptly. “W- What? Why?”

“Please…” You whine, rolling your hips so that the tips of his fingers catch your entrance.

Felix looks up at you with wide, mystified eyes. “But tha- that’s… won’t it- won’t that hurt?”

“I’ll be okay.” You mumble reassuringly, hips sinking down slightly.

His fingers meet you halfway, and he watches your face with wonder. You whimper as two of his digits ascend into you. He’s hesitant when met with a bit of resistance, so you take care of the rest, grinding further down onto his knuckles. The stretch leaves you a little lightheaded.

“Still okay?” He checks with you again, his hand stilling beneath you.

“Mhm,” you stuff your crimson face into his neck, reeling from the intensity of it all. “Do you want me to touch you too?” Your hand lowers onto the front of his trousers.

Alarmed by the sudden pressure, his other hand quickly moves on top of yours. “You don’t have to.”

Your breath comes out in harsh puffs against his jugular. “I want to.”

His thumb strokes the back of your hand. “You just- you seem overwhelmed. Are you sure you’re okay?”

You lift up from him, desperate for some friction. “Felix, I’m fine.” Your hand comes to grab his wrist, guiding him, helping him set the pace you like. “Curl your fingers a little.”

He catches on quickly and so you let go, hooking your arm around his neck. Your hips swing forward and back to meet him, mewling against his ear every time the palm of his hand makes contact with your sensitive bud.

The drag of his fingers makes your head spin; miles better than when you do it yourself. It‘s enough to erase any remaining bitterness you had towards him for acting like you didn't exist these past few weeks. Enough to make you forget even your own name for a moment.

It’s almost as if you blacked out.

Your release comes quicker and harder than it ever has, his shoulder muffling your euphoric screams. He’s pressing kisses to your temples, holding you and stroking your back as you tremble from the aftershocks of your orgasm.

You laugh shakily to yourself. Felix can be slow at times, especially at understanding some of your jokes—but he’s a fast learner when it comes to things like this. It makes sense, considering how attentive he is in general. Always willing to learn.

He says your name. “You okay?” His brown eyes are soft, fixated on you with concern.

“M’okay.” You hum blissfully and press a wet kiss on his lips, whimpering against him as he carefully retracts his fingers from you.

Felix marvels at you as you take those fingers into your mouth, sucking your essence off of him. His curiosity quickly dissolves into desire and he crashes his lips onto yours, hungrily licking into your mouth. Just as he’s getting you worked up all over again, you both hear someone yell out your name.

It’s your mother.

“Shit,” you mutter, separating from Felix.

He sits up quickly, eyes going wide. Your legs are shaking when you scramble off of his lap and onto your feet.

“What do we do?”

You peek out from the corner of the shed. Your mother is standing on one of the paths not too far away, her round back turned to you.

“Uh, go ahead from this side. I’ll talk to her.”

He nods, not leaving before laying a quick peck on your lips. As soon as he starts up on the rear path towards the building, you fix your dress and hair, coming out of your hiding.

“Mom?”

She spins around, and her face is livid. Like an animal in danger, you freeze on the spot as she stalks towards you. “Is it true? What they’re saying around school?”

You only stare, dumbfounded.

“Have you been sleeping with Felix?”

Your blood runs cold. “What? I- I…”

Before you can say any more, her hand collides with your cheek—hard. Your head snaps to the side, tears welling up from the impact.

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nebulablakemurphy · 1 year

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The Queen’s Hand

(Part VI: Last Supper)

Summary: Y/N Targaryen is Princess of the seven realms. First born daughter of, Viserys I and Aemma Targaryen. Heir to the iron throne, forced to make impossible decisions to ensure peace amongst the land and the safety of those she holds most dear.

King Viserys sits high on his throne, watching the night’s festivities unfold. The ivory material of Aemmia’s dress sways around her as she moves. She and Aemond dancing at the center of the grand hall.

The King has never been particularly close with Aemond, nor the two other children he shares with Alicent. Not because he does not love them, he loves all of his children. But to see him now, the boy turned into a man befitting his granddaughter, Viserys is filled with immense joy.

Y/N and her good husband hath brought him plenty of happiness throughout their lives here. Though his eldest daughter is under the delusion that she still needs him, Viserys knows better. The only person she ever truly needed was her mother, his dear Aemma. Who the gods had so cruelty claimed as payment for his never ending pursuit of a son.

It became clear to the King that Y/N was the one to lead them. She is good and kind, her head ever level. But she chose Rhaenyra over herself. Y/N chose her over everyone. Dimming her own light so that Rhaenyra might shine a bit brighter. Y/N taught him of a love and sacrifice he had never known.

Rhaenyra has shown him unwavering love, the meaning of resilience; stubbornness. She gave him the courage to leave behind Aegon’s dream to chase his own. It was not until Rhaenyra arrived with the children, Aegon III in her arms that he remembered. He is sure now, more than he has ever been. Rhaenyra was born to be queen.

He watches Y/N and her husband with a quiet fondness. You were right, my girl. My brave girl. My clever girl. My darling girl. I will never be ready, but when my time here comes to an end, leaving you happy is a comfort to this old soul.

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Two days have passed since the wedding. If Aemmia is being truthful, Aemond is not half bad. Mostly he craves attention, though he says he doesn’t want it. And a son. Perhaps a son above all.

Tonight they are to dine at the red keep. With her family and his. Everyone has been on their best behavior, but Aemmia knows; this is the calm before the storm.

“Good morning, my love.” Aemond’s lips find Aemmia’s cheek.

“It’s a bit early to tell.” The brunette leans neither toward nor away from him.

The corner of his mouth quirks up. “If there is to be an issue, it will not be by my hand. We’ve done alright so far.”

“Because the lot of us have not yet been in close quarters. I personally believe this to be a mistake, but my mother will hear none of it.”

“Do you find your own mother vexing at times?” The thought has never occurred to him. Y/N is beloved, by Viserys, Rhaenyra, her husband and all the realm.

“But of course, she is my mother.”

The remark is so very…human, it sends Aemond for a loop. “Your mother loves you deeply.”

“As I love her. One does not cancel out the other.” Aemmia laughs it off. “In truth she is wonderful, there is nothing she would not do for me. I shouldn’t say such things.”

“It’s alright,” Aemond assures her. “I do understand, after all I have a rather opinionated mother of my own.”

“The queen is surely that.”

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“But, father,” Rhaelys whines, “I am old enough to join the dinner table with all of you.”

Harwin sighs, hoisting her into his arms. “Come, my love. I will bring you to Joffrey, you will be dining together with the twins.”

“My presence would please the King.” The little girl insists, squishing her father’s face in her hands.

“Oh, I have no doubt.” Harwin chuckles. Viserys loves her.

“Father…”

“Yes, Rhaelys?” It is hard to look at his youngest daughter and not see Y/N. She gets away with far too much as a result.

“Why do the older children make fun of Jace and Luc?”

“What children?”

Rhaelys shrugs, looking down at the ground as Harwin walks.

“Whatever you have heard…” Harwin pauses to gather himself. “It shouldn’t be said and it must not be repeated. For the sake of your mother, aunt Rhaenyra and your cousins Jacaerys and Lucerys.”

Rhaelys nods, “I understand.”

“When you are grown, you will know all the secrets of the world. All that I have learned and all that you will learn after me, but you need not rush growing older. It will happen fast enough. Sometimes it is easier not knowing.”

Y/N spots her husband carrying Rhaelys down the corridor.

Rhaelys peeks over at her mother with a smile, reaching a hand toward her.

The Princess catches up, to take her daughter’s hand over Harwin’s shoulder.

“You look so pretty, Mama.”

“Thank you, sweetheart. As do you.”

“Do you think I could sit with you for just a little while?”

“Five minutes?” Harwin turns to his wife. “Surely they will allow her five minutes.”

“Joffrey and the twins do not get five minutes.” Y/N points out, stroking her daughter’s white curls. “We must be fair-”

“And firm.” Rhaelys finishes for her. “I know.” She pouts.

“I will come for you straight after, hmm? And I shall read your bedtime story tonight.” Harwin tells her.

Rhaelys nods, carrying her grudge to the dining table and after they have long left the room.

Harwin offers his wife his arm.

Y/N takes it, “that child has you by the neck.”

“I’ve no idea what you mean.” Harwin replies, the corners of his mouth tugging upward.

Y/N butts his shoulder with her own.

“Princess!” Harwin gasps, in mock outrage, before returning the gesture.

They carry on down to the dining hall. Bringing their soft laughter to an end, ready for duty.

“Aunt Y/N,” Lucerys calls, stopping her at the door. “Might I have a word?”

“Of course.” Y/N reaches out to squeeze her nephew’s arm. “Save me a seat, will you?” She turns to Harwin.

“As you wish.” Harwin nods, leaving the two of them to speak.

“Lucerys?” Y/N steps to the side of the entryway, so that no one might be bothered by their conversing.

“I have been thinking, about Vaemond. What he said during the petition. I have long since accepted that I…may be all of those things.” A bastard. A Strong. “But in a world where everyone treated me differently; debated my parentage, you never did. Even though you know the truth in your heart, same as I do. You never stopped fighting for me, advocating for me. The love you hath given me is second to only that of my mother. Your hand has secured me the Driftmark throne. Though I am not worthy, thank you for believing in me. On my honor, you will not regret it.”

“Luc,” Y/N shakes her head. “I could never regret it. In my years with your father, Laenor, I came to know him very well. He was a dear friend to me and I know this is what he wanted. And beyond that, you are a good boy, Lucerys. I have held you and your brothers in my heart as dearly as my own children. I am so proud of the man you are becoming and I await the day I see you seated as Lord of the Tides. You are worthy. You need not thank me.”

He pauses for a moment, blinking at her, then slowly puts his arms around her. “I love you…and thank you, anyway.”

Y/N returns the embrace, smoothing down his dark hair; the same as her own children. “I love you more. You are welcome, now and forever.”

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“It fills me with both joy and anguish, to see these faces gathered round the table. The people I hold most dear in all the world, grown so distant from each other. But, there is new hope. With Aemmia and Aemond’s union, our houses might stand together once more. It is time to put aside your differences, if not for yourselves, then for the sake of this old man.” Viserys draws in a breath, looking between his children, grandchildren and wife. “Who loves you all so dearly.”

Rhaenyra is the first to stand. Raising her cup to her sister first, for taking care of their father and for the undying love she has shown her. “After the death of our mother, it was you who cried with me, you who comforted me on every sleepless night. My sister, you are better than I deserve. In light of our recent separation, I hope we can become as close as we once were.“

Y/N shoots her a watery smile, “I raise my cup to you, little sister. You have been my guiding light, each time I wish to give in, I think of you. I think of our mother and her dying wish. That I always look out for you, protect you, prepare you for this world and shield you from it. I have no doubt we will mend this rift between us.”

Rhaenyra returns her smile. “I would also like to lift my glass to the Queen. I love my father, but no one has stood by him like his good wife. To you and your continued good health.”

“Your graciousness moves me, Princess.” Alicent says, truthfully. “We are both mothers and we love our children. We have more in common than we sometimes allow. You will make a fine queen.”

Aemond huffs a laugh.

Aemmia shooting daggers at her husband.

Aemond says not a word, taking his wife’s hand and pressing his lips to the back of it.

She rolls her dark eyes at the display.

Aegon and Jace are also going at it, quietly down the line.

When Jacaerys has had enough he moves to stand.

Aemond follows suit, watching him intently. Ignoring Aemmia’s hushed protests and tugging at his wrist.

“Here we go.” Y/N murmurs to Harwin.

He claps her on the back once. “Here we go.”

“To Prince Aegon and Prince Aemond,” Jace begins, “though we have not seen each other in years, I have fond memories of our shared childhood. I hope in years to come, that we may be friends and allies.”

“That’s a boy,” Viserys nods.

They all drink to that.

“I would like to toast, Baela and Rhaena.” Halaena is next, “they are to be married soon. It’s not so bad, mostly he just ignores you. Except sometimes when he’s drunk.”

Aemond bursts out at this, Aemmia choking on her wine. Aegon opens his mouth in shock, though no words will come.

“Good,” Otto mouths at his granddaughter, as she sits with a proud smile.

“Let us have some music.” The King says, sparing them from anymore unwanted details of Aegon and Helaena’s marriage woes.

The children begin breaking off in pairs. Aemond and Aemmia, Jace and Helaena.

Viserys watches them in wonder. Y/N scoots her chair closer to Harwin to give her father a better view. But he can still find her there, the silhouette of her face. Changed so from a babe, to a child, to a woman. And that of Rhaenyra, only a year behind, both of them grown with families of their own.

A mix of light and dark hair swirls about, in a myriad of laughter, love. With Alicent by his side, his family all together. He is whole. The prospect moves him to tears. To have all he’s ever dreamed of, right at the bitter end. Viserys wishes he had more time to enjoy it. More time with all of them.

“Guards,” Alicent waves them over. It is time for her husband to retire.

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“Aemma.” Viserys chokes out.

“It’s me, father. It’s Y/N.” She reminds him, his chamber is dimly lit.

“Forgive me,” he apologizes, “you look so like your mother.”

Y/N reaches over to take his hand, “she was more beautiful than I.”

“Do you remember when you were a girl? The promise I made to you and you to me? The song of ice and fire.”

“Shh,” Y/N hushes him.

“Aegon’s dream. Tis true. You are the one, you made it so. Rhaenyra’s son. From my blood will come the prince that is promised. Aegon, little Aegon. Guide him as you have guided your sister, as I have guided you.” He gasps for breath.

“I remember,” Y/N assures him.

“I longed to do so much more.”

“Father, this is your legacy. All of us together. You have done plenty. I know it means the world to you, as you mean the world to me. I will do everything in my power to honor and keep the connections you have built.”

“My first born child. You can mend our house whole, if you wish it.” Viserys rambles on. “When I am gone, do not to mourn me so. Know in your heart that my only regret stays the inability to witness you stand tall as hand to your sister, the Queen.”

Y/N lowers her head, blinking back tears. “I cannot help but mourn you, Father. No one will love me as you have.”

And if she knew those words to be the last she’d ever speak to her father, Y/N would not change them.

Part VII

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