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sugarcoatedstarkey · 1 year

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Tear stained pillow case

Pairings- Drew Starkey x Fem!reader

Summary- reader is in a long distance relationship with Drew and the constant shipping of him with his cast mate (Odessa) and hate get to her.

Warnings- Angst, yelling, swearing, a smidge of domestic abuse, cheating.

A/n: to the anon who requested a sad Drew fic, I’m sorry this isn’t the best. I hope I kind of got what you were looking for but I need to work on my angst! Please send me a message when you read this xxx

“YOU, you can’t keep going on like this?!” You shouted; anger bled through your veins. You felt sick, the bile rising in your throat. “You’ve got to be fucking joking me!”.

The nerve of your boyfriend, he spends months away from home. Spends every waking minute with his co-star Odessa, he kisses his co-star off screen and he’s the one who can’t keep going on?!

“Yes Y/N” Drew begins to argue, you cut him off by throwing his pillow at him. He doesn't even flinch, his face screwed up in anger. “No Drew, I’m not fucking done” you yell, you look crazy.

You look like the crazy jealous girlfriend his fans had painted you out to be, and you had every right to be.

“You don’t get to put this shit on me Drew, YOU KISSED HER!”.

-Previously-

You couldn’t take it anymore; his face was all over your FYP. You were stupid enough to create a TikTok account, scrolling endlessly and searching the tags for your boyfriend Drew.

You knew what you would see, thirst traps and edits of him and his cast mate Odessa. Edits of the sex scenes they had to film, everyone shipping them together. You were trying to make yourself hurt, you sat there reading the comments. Reading the hateful things they said about you, the words cutting you like tiny knives.

Ugly

Not good enough for Drew

She’s not even famous

Fat

You were ugly crying at this point, unsure why you put yourself through the pain day in day out. Drew had told you a handful of times not to go searching for these things, to pretend like the fans didn’t exist.

But how could he expect you to pretend? He was famous and there was no hiding it. He had been away for 3 months now; you had a routine of face timing every night around 6pm, but tonight was different. He had an event. An event with Odessa.

“GOD Y/N! What are you doing?!” You shouted, staring up at the ceiling. You roughly rubbed your face, your mascara smearing under your eyes. The tears didn’t stop falling down your cheeks. “STOP!” You ordered yourself, but it only made it worse.

Hyperventilating at this stage, gripping the blankets under you. Pressing your face into the white pillowcase, you were pathetic. A pathetic mess. You were so glad Drew was 12 hours away, there was no chance he’d walk through the doors and see you right now.

You hated that you were being so jealous, you knew he loved you. He adored you. Whenever someone tries to hint at him and Odessa in interviews, he always mentions you, you’re all over his Instagram.

You had never met Odessa; you never had the opportunity to. You did think that meeting her might make you feel less jealous, seeing how they act together in person and not from stupid TikTok clips that were edited purely to make people think they were together.

Your phone ringing cuts your crying short, you sit up quickly and reached for your phone. Seeing his face flash on the screen had you nervous, your skin clammy and heart racing.

You wiped away as much mascara as possible and dimmed the bedside lamp, pressing answer on the screen. His smile appearing on your screen moments later, he was in dark room with a small yellow overhead light.

“Hi baby” he grinned; you could see the glimmer in his eyes. You wanted to burst out crying again but instead you dig your fingernails in your thigh and gave him a fake smile. “Hey baby” you whispered, worried your voice would be husky from all the screaming and crying.

“Why is it so dark?” He questioned, his eyes darting around the screen as though he was trying to look over your shoulder. You shrugged and moved to lay on your stomach. “Going to bed early” your voice cracked, and you quickly hid it behind a cough, you could see a shift in his face.

“What’s wrong babe?” He questions, his eyebrows crease together. He looks over his phone for a second and mouths ‘hold on’ and his eyes dart back to you on the screen. “Nothing, I’m okay. You need to go babe, we can talk later” you smile, brushing him off, you wanted to go back to your sob fess.

“Your lying” he states, his features have hardened. You know he doesn’t like it when you keep things from him, he likes you to be open about your feelings. But right now, you didn’t have the energy to discuss why you were spending your Saturday night crying in bed at 6pm.

“Babe, we can talk about it when your home” “No, tell me now”

“Drew!” His eyes dart over his phone again and he lets out an exasperated sigh, he runs his hand over his face and squeezes the bridge of him nose.

It’s as though you can see the tension building in his shoulder blades, you so badly wanted to be there to offer him comfort. You wanted to be the one to rub his shoulders and whisper ‘you got this’

“Okay, I’ve got to go. I’ll call you tomorrow”.

He ends the call without an I love you, that just sets you off again and you spend the next 2 hours crying your eyes out until you pass out against his pillow.

—-

When you awaken the next morning, you’ve rolled over onto Drew’s side of the bed. Squeezing his pillow tightly against your body. Breathing in his scent that barely lingered anymore.

“Such a loser” you mumble to yourself; you reach for your phone that’s hidden under the blankets.

No notifications

You let out a defeated sigh and make yourself get ready for the day; you had planned to clean the apartment. Drew would be home in a few days, and you wanted him to come home to some normality.

And that’s exactly how you spent your Sunday, cleaning and staying off your phone. It was much harder to do the latter, you were itching to call Drew.

You usually sent texts back and forth every day, sent a couple of pics and just tried not to go crazy without one another. You had hoped listening to music and keeping you busy would stop the incessant thoughts that were flying around your head.

But you found yourself battling with your thoughts more than listening to the music. By the time nightfall came you had scrubbed every corner of the apartment. You had lit a candle in the living room and taken a seat when your phone lit up, the music travelling through the empty room.

You answer, plastering a smile on your face. He gives you a soft smile, he’s dressed in a green button up. The button up you had brought him for his birthday, you loved that colour oh him.

“Hey babe” you both say at the same time, letting out a chuckle at the two of you being awkward around each other. “How are you?” You ask, eyes flickering around the screen.

You can’t see much from where he is sat, you can hear voices and assume he’s just got back from the poguelandia event. You don’t even realise he hasn’t answered, too focused on who’s voice you can hear so close to the phone.

That’s when you look back at him, he’s not even looking at the phone. He’s looking over it again, mourning something and rolling his eyes.

“Why are you acting strange?”

“I’m not?”

“Okay.. why do you keep looking over the phone?”

“Oh, just watching something”

I’m that moment you knew something was going on, Drew always gave you his undivided attention even when he was mad. You didn’t like this, it made you feel sick again.

You were so sick of feeling unwell and anxious. “I’m going to bed”

Drew nods his head and finally looks at you, you press the end call button. You didn’t want to look at his face, you didn’t want to hear his voice. You wouldn’t be able to handle not hearing I love you back. It was easier this way.

You don’t know why you do it, but you don’t go to bed. Instead, you go searching on tiktok again. And that’s where you see it, the videos from poguelandia.

How close he and Odessa are, the way she dances with him. The whispering, the walking close together. You knew it, you just needed confirmation. He liked her, he didn’t want to be with you anymore and that’s why he’s distancing himself.

The tears don’t come though, your body seems to go into denial. Your stomach still unsettled, and your mouth feels dry but you place your phone on the counter and stare at the wall.

- 2 days dater -

“Hey, babe” you’re aroused from sleep, somebody shaking your arms. You jump, gripping the blankets around your chest. “Oh, it’s you”.

“Don’t seem so happy to see me?”

You don’t answer him, instead you stare at him. He takes a seat at the edge of the bed; he smells like the cologne you had brought him for his birthday.

He showered and is dressed in jeans and an oversized white shirt, hair a little messy since he’s growing it out for a project. “I missed you” Drew smiles, it’s a fake smile. You can tell them apart now.

He moves to give you a kiss, but you press your palm to his shoulder, giving your head a small shake.

You’re not dressed for an argument, so you pull yourself to stand and grab an oversized shirt. Not really sure if it’s one of yours or Drew’s but it really didn’t matter at the time.

“What’s wrong babe?” He questions, pulling himself to stand. He towers over you, making you feel small. The tough exterior you had been working on, crumbling slowly.

“Stop calling me babe... just, tell me the truth Drew”.

You don’t even need to clarify what you’re talking about; he runs a palm down his face. He begins to pace the bedroom floor; you had hoped he would deny it.

“I knew it”.

“It was a kiss” Drew states, your heart breaks. You feel as though you can physically hear the cracking of your heart, the bile rises in your throat and the tears pierce your tear ducts begging to be released.

“W-what?” You whisper, your voice wobbles. Your hands shaking as you move to hold yourself against the desk chair. You needed stability or you’d fall to your knees.

“I kissed Odessa, the night of poguelandia”

Your nails carve deep crescent moons into the wooden chair, your chest rising and falling heavier as you try to calm yourself down.

You can’t let yourself fall apart in front of him, he didn’t deserve to see you crumble.

“What the fuck Drew?” You yell, but your voice cracks and you slam your palm over your mouth to stop the hysterics from starting.

Turning your body so you’re not looking at him as the tears cascade down the apples of your cheeks, biting harshly on the skin of your lip. The familiar metallic taste fill your senses.

“It meant nothing”

“FUCK OFF with it meant nothing, why did you do it then?!”

This just seems to set him off, igniting something inside of him that he’s been holding onto for a long time. He’s stepping towards you and you’re taking steps back.

You’re back meeting the wall as he towers over you once more, making you feel smaller than you were. “Because Y/N, you’ve been acting weird. You’ve been distant and quiet; you’ve been making me feel bad for having a career”.

His voice is low and threatening, his hand hits at the wall behind you. You push on his chest, making him stumble back slightly.

“No Drew, I would NEVER make you feel bad for your career choice. However, I would distance myself so that I wasn’t sitting at home crying over you every night, missing you. Wishing I was with you, do you know how hard it is for me?!” You cry, you poke at his chest with your pointer finger. His larger hand grabbing yours to stop you from doing it.

You fight against him until he drops your hand, and you step away from him, your cheeks burnt red with frustration.

“How hard you’ve got it? What about me Y/N? Why is it always about you? I’m the one having to leave, do you know how hard that is on me?”

You shake your head, of course he was turning this all back around to the two of your issues. Acting as though kissing Odessa was okay, that it was just something he needed to do to forget about the issue at home.

“Don’t, don’t bring up all this. You kissed another woman; this is on you. Yea we have problems, every couple does. Yeah, we all have it hard, doesn’t make it okay for you to kiss your co-star” you shout.

You grab your phone; you don’t know why you want to add fuel to the fire. You’re on tiktok before you can rationalise with your brain, the second you’re on the app. The videos are there waiting.

“You see the shit that I have to deal with, go on, watch it”.

You throw the phone across the bed, his eyes falling to the screen of the iPhone. The video loops over the two of them dancing and whispering at the event, you can see him swallow harshly.

“This is a fan editing videos- “Drew begins to argue, and you let out a grunt of frustration, running your hands through your messy bed head.

“I can’t keep going on like this”

“YOU, you can’t keep going on like this?!” You shouted; anger bled through your veins. You felt sick, the bile rising in your throat. “You’ve got to be fucking joking me!”.

The nerve of your boyfriend, he spends months away from home. Spends every waking minute with his co-star Odessa, he kisses his co-star off screen and he’s the one who can’t keep going on?!

You knew you looked like the crazy jealous girlfriend his fans had painted you out to be, and you had every right to be. Your boyfriend of three years had kissed someone who wasn’t you and it wasn’t for a movie.

“You don’t get to put this shit on me Drew, YOU KISSED HER!” You cry, you can’t stop the tears now. You’re hyperventilating again, pressing the palms of your hands into your eyes.

He’s stepping around the bed and pulling you against his chest, you want to fight against him. You want to tell him to get out of the apartment.

But you also want to beg him to stay, beg him to stop seeing Odessa. Beg him to start fresh with you, move on and be happy.

“This is the end, isn’t it?” He questions, you pull away from him slightly. Mascara pooling in your lower lashes, you probably should have washed that off before you went to bed.

“It has to be” you breath, tears begin to fall from his own eyes. This only makes you hysterical, sobbing into his chest as he holds you tighter. You don’t even want him to let go.

“I’ll always love you Y/N, I’ll always think about you when I walk past a bookstore or see those fancy chocolate donuts in the bakery down town” he whispers, his lips are pressed against your hair. His grip is tight around your body, he doesn’t want to let go either.

“I was lucky enough to love you, I’ll always remember that” You whisper, tears fall harder as you look at one another.

“Oh.. if we are doing the right thing, why does it hurt so much?”

“I don’t know”

His thumb wipes away the tears on your cheek, pressing his forehead to yours. You let him kiss you one last time. His lips are soft, and they feel like they always do, they were made for you.

“I should go... I’m so sorry Y/N, truly so sorry”.

You watch him leave, you wait for the front door to close and that’s when you let yourself fall. Knees meeting the hardwood floor, the draft from under the bedroom door kiss your toes. You let out a gut-wrenching sob, praying he would come back and fight.

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themotherofhorses · 1 year

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masterlist | part two

Aemond Targaryen, who was ten when his right eye was stolen by his little niece. It was an accident, she had cried out, with fat tears swelling in her violet eyes. She had never meant to harm him, but to defend her brothers and sisters from his attack that night. Only a little girl of nine full summers, she clung closely to Lord Corlys Velaryon’s side the entire time they gathered within the Hall of the Nine.

And when his father chose not to seek justice for him, it was then that Aemond swore that he would resent her for the rest of their days.

It was made easier when Rhaenyra whisked her daughter away to Dragonstone with the rest of her family, and he no longer had to see the damned girl. Six years and his eye healed nicely, leaving behind a thick and pinkish scar and a missing socket where, when he turned five and ten, he stuffed a pretty sapphire in. But the bitterness and thirst for vengeance were never actually satiated, and he felt it every day.

Alicent Hightower would sometimes lay his silver crown across her lap and vow her own revenge, and it made him feel loved.

Aemond Targaryen, who is betrothed to his niece at sixteen. It was his father's wish for their house to unite in shared peace and love before his passing. And while he despises his niece, he loves his parents, and he prides himself in being the dutiful second son. He agrees to the engagement, but promises his mother that nothing will change.

His mother smiles, and presses a soft kiss on his cheek.

“I know, son,” she whispers. “An eye for an eye.”

Aemond Targaryen, who now lies beside his little niece, though she is no more a child but a young woman of eighteen, and his wife as well. He studies her face, and how she seems at peace while fast asleep. She is absolutely beautiful, he thinks, as his eye follows her brow bone, down to both cheekbones and then her lips. His arm is tossed over her waist, and she soon tucks her face into his neck as she cuddles closer. She feels safe around him, and she loves him forever, she tells him, every day.

And since he is awake, he sneaks a hand underneath the bedsheets and lays a gentle palm against her belly, where he can feel a sudden kick from his son. At that, he smiles.

Aemond Targaryen, who eventually learns that his wife holds the sun and moon and stars in her eyes, and at her feet lay the heavens. She is sweet on him, and is always doting and peppering kisses across his scar until her lips find his.

“I am sorry, husband,” she murmurs, as her forehead rests against his. “I never meant to maim you, my love. And I shall spend the rest of my life paying off that debt. Such is my promise to you.”

And he can only smile as he tugs her closer, trailing a hand up her back to rest on her neck. He tilts her face up and kisses her, with a passion that leaves her quivering.

“All is forgiven, my sweet girl. All I ask is that you remain by my side until death do us part.”

Aemond Targaryen, who shares his constant excitement of fatherhood with his mother. "You shall soon receive another grandchild, mother. Are you not thrilled? According to the maesters, the babe is growing strong. It will not be long until he is here with us." And Alicent nods and smiles when her son's face twists in utter happiness.

He is just too caught in the bliss to notice that it does not reach her eyes.

Aemond Targaryen, who is asked by his mother to care for some business in the North. The Starks will receive you warmly, she told him. Enjoy some time away, my dear, as I know how upsetting a pregnant woman might be.

But he shakes his head, because the thought of being away from his wife and child is unbearable. His sweet girl, he mutters against her lips, one last time before he mounts Vhagar.

Aemond Targaryen, who flees to his chambers after his older sister Helaena pulls him aside and swears that she overheard his wife screaming and crying in their room, about two nights ago. But their mother refused to allow her to check on their niece, and she is worried.

There is relief when he finds her lying on her side, facing away from him, clearly asleep. It is understandable, as the babe steals away most of her energy nowadays. "My sweet girl," he hums while making his way to her. "My love, I am home."

But she does not stir.

And when he presses a hand against her pregnant belly, it feels flat. His face pales as he jerks the sheets off of her, only to see dried bloodstains around her nightgown and on the bed. And her face, her beautiful face, the left eye is hidden beneath thick bandages.

"No," he whispers, before sinking to his feet and gently unwrapping them.

Her left eye socket is empty now, all that is left behind is a long and swollen gash. He feels tears as he begs his wife to wake up, to tell him what dared happen while he was away.

The babe is gone, he knows, and he fears she might be as well.

Finally, after several minutes, she lifts her head up, and her remaining violet eye opens to gaze into his. "Aemond?" Her voice is so weak, so sad and miserable, but it remains the most beautiful sound he has ever heard. He nods and cradles her face in his hands.

"Who did this, my love?" He asks her through broken sobs and pleas. "Please, my sweet girl. My darling wife, my love. Who did this to you?”

Alicent Hightower, who stands regal beneath the door's golden arch, with her hands clasped tightly together. When her son, Aemond Targaryen, glances at her, all she says is, "An eye for an eye, my love. I promised you that."

notes: sad tuesday night tingz amirite?

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avocado-writing · 4 months

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Ohhhh my lord I would DIE for some sort of AU where Astarion had a lover/partner before he was turned by Cazador???

And maybe he finds you visiting his grave after being freed from the tadpole or something and mentally debating whether to go to you or stay hidden bc he’s insecure about being a vampire?

Idk I’ve just been thinking about this randomly and the angst would be so goooood

Love Love Love your work Avo 💚💚💚

notes: sorry for this I swear I’ll write something happy next.

pairing: astarion x reader.

warnings: hurt, no comfort

rating: T

He dies and leaves you broken.

At least, you think he does. There is no way for him to come to you through those first few years, when Cazador keeps him imprisoned alone and half-crazed with starvation, sucking the innards out of rats until their desiccated husks are his only company. Eventually he manages to endear himself to his master enough that he is allowed out of the palace, though that is only to bring food back in the form of the unsuspecting nobles of Baldur’s Gate.

It is a miserable existence. He hates his body, hates himself, and as Cazador forces him to seduce people back, using his own beauty as bait, the soft nights he spent with you are all that keeps him sane.

Your memory is a light in the darkness of his new life.

On the fifth anniversary of his death, the first chance he has since he was turned, he cannot help but go and visit his grave. Call him maudlin, but he wonders if it has yet fallen into disrepair. As a magistrate he was hardly the most popular man in the city, and now everyone thinks he’s long gone…

He does not find it empty. He finds a sobbing figure next to the headstone.

You are just as lovely as he remembers, though your face is stained with tears. You grieve as if he died yesterday and not several years past. Your fingers carefully caress the engraving of his name, the way you used to trace them over his cheekbones, his lips.

It is a punch to the gut.

“Why did you have to leave me…” you choke, gripping the grass so hard you tear it from the ground.

He wants to hold you in his arms. To tell you that he is here, that death didn’t take him. He wants to remember what it feels like to touch you, really touch you, not just live by an echo of it in his memory.

But he can’t, because he is a monster. A creature which belongs to the night. You would not want him now, would you? You’re a thing of beating blood and soft flesh and breathed air and life. He simply cannot anchor you to this thing which he has become and drag you down too.

That would just kill him all over again.

Wordlessly, he leaves you to mourn.

He comes back every year, to that little corner of the graveyard. You still cry but as time moves on, it is less, and eventually you make it through a whole visit without shedding a tear. You wax poetic about your favourite memories of him: quiet meals spent together, days when you never left bed, private in-jokes he thinks you would have forgotten by now. He listens to you talk from the shadows.

It is the one thing he has to look forward to all year.

Then you start bringing company.

Your partner holds your hand tightly, and Astarion seethes from the darkness as you tell them about all him, about the pale elf you used to love. They listen as you fondly recount stories of your time together, and Astarion is torn: you no longer sound hurt like you once did, like the grief is a constant companion as you stumble on through life; but he is bitter. You were his. And now your hand easily links through the fingers of another.

He considers attacking you both. Biting you, trying to turn you. Killing your new paramour and having their bastard blood quench his unholy thirst.

But then you laugh, really laugh, tipping your head back in mirth at something they said, and leaning up against them. The way you used to with him.

How can a dead heart break?

He leaves.

The next year, when the two of you visit, you have matching rings on your fingers.

The year after that, you do not come to his grave at all. He wonders if you have finally forgotten about him. He tries to swallow this fact and move on, but what does he have to move on to? More misery. More loneliness. More Cazador.

The year after he finds you there, once again, and he feels the first twinge of joy in gods know how long –

“We had a baby, Astarion,” you say to the cold stone in front of you, carefully clearing off the moss which has attempted to take it over. “A little boy. He’s so precious… I know you never really liked children, but I hope you’d be pleased for me. I miss you, my darling, but I’m finally happy.”

He never visits his grave again.

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loreculus · 2 years

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like you were written for me (ii)

summary: in which i read a lot of pretty things that remind me of a lot of genshin impact characters (back by popular demand, tysm for the support! you all own my heart).

featuring: albedo, childe, dainsleif, diluc, itto, kaeya x gn!reader (seperately)

cw: mentions of childe's real name

personal favorites: childe, dainsleif

a/n: i'm sorry for being mia!! school is killing me slowly hard. also,,, sorry for always giving kaeya angst. i don't even mean to, it's just so fitting for him. T^T ALSO! this is x gn!reader but please let me know if they are any pronouns slips that i may have missed :) enjoy loves!! <3

albedo k. — "from the base of her neck, to the arch of her eyelids, her beauty made a slave of me." adonis.

the air was unsettled as you posed against the rocky perch; a faint breeze working rosiness into your cheeks and goosebumps up your arms. to your back was the ocean blue and to your front was the white of your lover's hair.

albedo sat neatly in the green of the earth, his paintbrush dancing colors across the white canvas in front of him. painting was his passion, and you, his muse. like a true daughter of mnemosyne, you were an endless source of inspiration for him, a constant tickling of his senses and thoughts. he felt like a prisoner, the way your soul captured his own.

but just like he never thought of himself a genius, neither did you consider yourself a model. he almost found it funny, how you could spew praise but never take it. he loved that humble character of yours, but he also wanted to rid you of it. even if for only a moment, he wanted to see you fall for the sight of your image, like he did with each waking moment.

the belly of his brush maneuvered around the portrait, it's bristles staining the linen as it went. various pigments were quick to flood the piece, and it's whiteness soon drowned in the care of it. albedo delicately traced your features into the art, loving the way the brush spiraled over each curve and drifted over every detail. from the base of your neck, to the arch of your eyelids, your beauty made a slave of him.

"albedo, can i finally see it?" your eyes pointed to the eisel.

his lips curved into a soft smile, pleased by your eagerness. he extended his hand towards you, saying, "come here, love."

childe — "that's the trouble with loving a wild thing: you're always left watching the door." edith pattou.

you laid sprawled underneath the covers of your shared bed, cheek pressing against the pillow. though your body sat still, your eyes danced at the door.

ajax was always a busy man—that simply came with his job of being a harbinger. thus, most nights consisted of you under the covers, curtains sheltering you from the moonlight, awaiting his return. most nights, that return never came. but some nights, nights like this one, a certain red-haired loverboy would finally walk through the wooden entryway and join you in your reverie.

his arms were quick to consume you, gently wrapping around your torso. his head found a home in your neck, the tops of his hair pressing against your nose. his affections were typically more dominating, for he much preferred your head to be cradled by his chest, but the fatigue from his work kept him from caring. beggers can't be choosers, as they say.

and it's not as if he could claim to be uncomfortable either, the layering of your bodies was the warmth he needed on any cold snezhnayan night.

ah, snezhnaya. the land of his hearth and home that oddly seperated him from you, his strength and stay. he originally joined the fatui to quench his thirst for battle, to provide a wealth of challenges to test his might; but, it would seem the greatest challenge now was fighting on the battlefield knowing what waited for him at home. though he was still very much enamoured by the feel of his hand clutched around a weapon, the affection he harbored for you grew by the minute.

because who, even a battle-hungry tool like himself, could resist the care of an angel on earth? the warmth of your smile, the softness of your touch? even now, as you both lie together, eyes lightly lidded and minds half-asleep, he finds his self-control depleted and his senses consumed by you. and, though he'd never admit it, he preferred it this way. despite considering himself a weapon, he'd rather fall ill with your love than die by the blade of the enemy.

as you laid there entangled, you both wanted nothing more than to be frozen in time—snuggled so close you shared a heartbeat. but this world was a cruel one, and dreams didn't always come true. a ringing noise from the corner of the bedroom demanded your lover's attention, and he groggily got up to heed it's call. in no more than a minute, ajax's tired expression was off his face and his boots were on his feet. before setting off, he took your hand and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of it, saying, "sorry, love. i'll be home soon."

and then he was gone, out the door in which he came. you were gutted, but it wasn't a new feeling. to be honest, this recurring sentiment kept you company longer than childe did. but you guessed that was just the trouble with loving a wild thing: you were always left watching the door, waiting for him to walk back through it.

dainsleif — "in the crooks of your body, i find my religion." sappho.

dainsleif was never a holy man, the word itself left a bad taste in his mouth. recently, however, he has found himself following someone like the apostles trailed the lord: you.

how he went from avoiding archons to making one out of you, he had no idea. for all he knew now was the sound of your voice and the way honey escaped your lips; the feel of his fingers between your hair and how he wouldn't mind getting tangled in it; the abyss that was your eyes and drowning in the depth of them.

not that he would ever want you to know that's how he felt. after the despair of his nation and the loss of his mortality, he doesn't want to lift you up only to make you fall. he knows the pain of that feeling all too well. so while you said "hello" like an invitation, he said "goodbye" like a promise. but just as the gods broke their promises, so did he.

the twillight sword, named for his victories in battle, moved so gently as he pressed his body closer to your own. he was a dichotomy of sorts, his own personal paradox, with his person splintered into the roughness of his past and the softness of his future. he slipped an arm around your lower back and brought his other arm to rest over your head against the stone behind you, effectively trapping you between himself and a statue of the seven.

even with the close proximity, the blonde moved nearer still, and his pale hair could practically frame your own face.

"this seems rather sacreligious, does it not?" you breathed.

he gave a quick, indifferent glance to the anemo archon's statue pressing against your back. "i won't ask for his forgiveness. if anything, he would have to beg for mine." his words echoed in your ear and you could swear they were laced with poison.

"so you don't worship a god?"

he merely nodded in negation.

"what if i wanted you to worship me?"

"i would."

"you would?"

"yes," he held your body tighter, your gaze more intensely. "for in the crooks of your body, i find my religion."

in a final push against the stone diety, the knight closed the space between your lips; and, though he had never seen the inside of a church, his kiss was like a desperate prayer; fealty poured from his lips and your knees weakened with the taste of it. he kissed you like his life depended on it, like it was the only means by which he could achieve salvation.

his body consumed you—all you could sense was him. his scent tickled your nose; he smelled like sin. his taste flooded your mouth; he tasted like paradise. he was a cursed child of heaven and hell, and you wanted all of him.

diluc r. — "i could start fires with what i feel for you." david ramirez.

the hour hand was parallel and darkness consumed the sky. you didn't normally venture out this late, but you were struggling to sleep and desperately needed something besides laying open-eyed in bed to occupy your time. besides, the latern clutched in your left hand kept your vision dependable and your breathing even. did you really have anything to worry about?

yes. a lot of things, actually.

just after a few peaceful minutes alone, you heard crunching coming from behind, it's volume increasing in intensity as the seconds passed you by. it was a group of hilichurls beginning to trail you with their torches ablaze. you inwardly cursed yourself for your rash decisions and lack of preparedness and began your flee away from your pursuers. your heart beat acclerated with each step you took, the pads of your feet were stained with dirt and battered by tiny, loose branches.

you kept your face mostly forwards, only looking back to track your lead on them. but, as if it were someone's dying wish, your toes rammed into the edge of a rock portruding out from the ground and your face high-fived the earth.

with your unexpected (but not surprising) fall, you found yourself surrounded by a gang of fire-wielding hilichurls, all thirsting for blood. your blood, to be specific.

sighing in defeat, you slid your eyelids close and anticipated your end. or at least, a pain of some kind. but that feeling never came. hesistantly, you blinked your eyes open to find a man dressed in black swinging an enflamed claymore at your foes. with this man's sheer might, you kind of felt sorry for the little creatures, even though they tried to kill you mere moments ago. when the figure finished ridding the area of the hilichurls, the moonlight revealed his features as he turned to face you.

your mouth formed an "o" as you chuckled sheepishly, "um, thank you, diluc."

your relationship with the wine tycoon was...complicated. it could perhaps be best described as lot's of actions left undone and lots of words left unsaid.

his anger was tangible as he half-screamed, "why in teyvat are you out in the middle of the woods so late?"

"i couldn't sleep," your voice was barely audible.

though his anger was suffocating, you saw something else in his features besides fury. was it longing? desire? whatever it was, it looked alien on him.

silence was quick to consume the air between you, awkward glances and tense facial expressions the only communication ensuing. only with this quiet did you realize how close you were to him—so close you could cup his jaw with your palm. eventually, your mouth grew an itch that you needed to scratch. gathering confidence, you finally spoke.

"why are you looking at me like that?" your question was a whisper.

"like what?"

"like there's a flame behind your eyes."

"because i could start fires with what i feel for you." his reply was an oath.

he leaned in, lips touching lips, and all time seemed to stop. no longer did you hear the ticking of the clock, all that remained now was the beating of your heart and his. his kiss was heated in the way that made your toes curl and warm in the way that touched your heart at the same time.

he pulled away for a moment to catch his breath, asking, "and who wants to see the person they love mauled to death in the woods?"

as he brought his lips back to yours, you could feel his tounge slip into your mouth, a gentle yet insistent intrusion, and your body melted into his. you ran your fingers through his crimson hair, silently begging for more.

you were already so close—the pads of his fingers pressing desperately into your back, your legs wrapped around his torso, your scents mixing into a new genre of fragerence—but you wanted more. more, more, more.

itto a. — "his arms became a set of parentheses bracketing the sweetest secret phrase." christina lauren, love and other words

itto reminded you of the time old saying, a bull in a china shop. he was the notoriously clumsy harbinger of misfortune; but, while everyone else thought that to be a deal breaker, you found it to be an endearing part of the "arataki the-one-and-oni itto" package. some of your fondest memories with him were a product of his blundering behavior. one such memory was your first kiss:

waves rocked the wood beneathed your feet. you and itto had been taking a relaxing day trip on the ocean, simply cruising across the waves in each other's company. with the gentle dea breeze caressing your face and the sun's rays warming your skin, it was the most pacific day. until your lover spotted some fish, that is. with the weather as perfect as it was, it was not surprising that the purple-colored fish came out to play, their forms become visible as the neared the sea's surface. itto, his big arms and all, started paddling his palms through the water, thrashing about in an attempt to catch one.

"what in teyvat-" he couldn't see your face, but he could hear the smile in your voice.

"listen, you won't be laughing like that later when i catch you a new pet!"

looking back, he was kind of right—you certainly weren't laughing when this oaf of an oni fell overboard into the water and exclaimed, "help! i can't swim!" despite your shock, you curved your body over the helm of your small, shared boat and attempted to lug himback onboard. you didn't think you could do it, but, albeit arms straining, you managed to fish him out.

despite this feat, you soon realized that you can take an oni out of the water but you can't take the water out of an oni. since his eyes were still lidded even after slapping his face with the force of a thousand suns, you made an emergency decision: positioning yourself over his body, you pressed your lips to his, making your air his air. now, this wasn't as romantic as it sounds—you performed some wild chest compressions immediately afterwards. to your surprise, your rough first-aid skills did the job. itto's lashes slowly parted, revealing those two red eyes you adored so much.

between coughs, your lover exclaimed, "yo, i just had the coolest dream! we we're crusing on a boat and then some fish surfaced the water and then i tried to catch one and then i fell in-" his voice trailed when he saw the pair of humor and concern dancing in your eyes.

"i wasn't dreaming?"

"no."

"i almost drowned?"

"yes."

"you kissed me?"

"it's called CPR, you perv."

"well, could ya' do it again?"

laughing, you folded over the oni, your chest coming to rest on his. hands cupping his cheeks, you pressed a light and playful kiss against his lips. he moved his hands up to your shoulder blades and his arms thus became a set of parenthesis bracketing the sweetest phrase: you. fully trapped in itto's arms, your light pecks grew deeper with each passing second, leaving you breathless when you finally parted.

noticing your dazed expression, he gave you a smug smirk, saying, "told ya' you wouldn't be laughing later."

...you threw him back off the boat.

kaeya a. — "if you are intolerable, let me be the one to tolerate you." andrea gibson, lord of the butterflies.

a knock on the door stirred you from your slumber. flinging the duvet cover off your body, you wobbled towards to the front door of your mondstadt apartment. with a twist of your hand, the wooden entryway creaked open and revealed a pair of estranged brothers. the red-head stood steadily, acting as a pillar for his younger, highly intoxicated yet somehow concious brother.

"would you take him?"

"why would i not?"

you and diluc gently exchanged the fumbling calvary captain, muttering quiet "goodnights" as you went. kaeya's weight shifted onto to your shoulders and you helped maneuver him to a seat at your kitchen table as the older brother took his leave. your fingers held his chin, forcing his face to look at yours. your eyes searched his face, spotting beads of sweat framing his abnormally pale face. knowing he was in need of water, you swiped your index and middle finger through the air, conjuring a stream of water with your hydro vision. you slowly funnelled the adam's ale into his mouth, letting him swallow every drop.

"would you like something to eat? some toast maybe?" you questioned him softly.

he shook his head in negation, but his eyes betrayed him. you knew he wanted something to munch on, so you turned to prepare him some toast; but, it would appear that even his inebriated reflexes were faster than your sober ones. his hands jumped to your waist, holding you in place between his legs. "you don't have to do that. you should go back to bed," he began, his voice hoarse. "i'll be-"

"fine?" you scoffed. "kaeya, you can't lie and expect me to not notice. diluc of all people just dropped you off on my doorstep like a lost kitten. no, you are not fine. yes, i am getting you some food."

"but you shouldn't have to work yourself up over someone like me."

"someone like you?"

"someone self-destructive and sardonic. a glutton, a gimmick. an intolerable individual."

you gave him a tender smile, "well, you must not be too drunk if you can articulate all those fancy words," you pushed the hair out of his eyes before pressing on. "darling, if you are self-destrutive, let me piece you back together. if you are a glutton, let me give you more to take. if you are a gimmick, let me see the real you. if you are intolerable, let me be the one to tolerate you."

holding his stare, your words echoed through the room. you only hoped it had echoed in his mind too.

begrudgingly, kaeya dropped his hands, allowing you to retrieve something from the kitchen behind you. you topped some sourdough with bananas and honey, serving them on a ceramic plate. you sat with him as he had, using your melody to distract him from the voice inside his head. the conversation was a simple as "is the food okay" and "how was your day," but you could see the tension leave his shoulders with every word that left your lips.

with his last bite, his nerves finally calmed. you prayed this peace would never leave him.

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animeyanderelover · 1 year

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Hi, may I ask for a au where Itachi, Pain, Sasori, Sasuke and Dabi are vampires? (If it's too mich characters then just Itachi please! And also sorry if my English isn't too good! Thank you)

Your English is good, don't worry. Vampires are always nice, aren't they? I originally planned some basic Headcannons but got hit by a sudden bolt of inspiration, you now can write a story with multiple chapters out of what I’ve written.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, stalking, manipulation, sabotage, isolation, threats, violence, abduction, death, abuse, blood, traumatized s/o in Sasuke’s part

Vampire AU

Pain

🌧️Pain has never left the region where he was born, too attached to the place to leave it behind. His home country is known for it’s rainy weather as sunny days are not that common. The rain has never bothered Pain as it has become his sole companion throughout his lonely and immortal years. He never interacts with humans, even has a slight superiority complex since he sees himself above them. He loves his home though as well as it’s inhabitants since they’re his prey. He has claimed a large territory and since he’s known to be extremely strong, vampires rarely try to hunt on his ground since he can sense them quickly. If a band of thieves tries to wreck havoc and kill his source of food, the vampire brutally hunts them down and feeds from them until they can’t quench his thirst anymore and he disposes of their body. He also uses the constant rain to lure travelers to his hidden home, offering them a temporary place to stay until the rain has at least weakened. Obviously once someone steps inside, they are never heard from again.

🌧️You are one of many silly travelers who crosses his territory. He has control over the weather and worsens it on purpose until you struggle to advance even one step further. That’s when he appears, a coat hiding his face from you as he overs you to stay in his home until the weather has calmed down a bit. You hesitate at first to accept until raindrops start hitting you like a whiplash thanks to the wind and you decide to follow the man. He leads you to a stone cottage, surrounded by mist and large and thick trees. You step inside, notice what little furniture you see until you hear the door behind you being closed and unease crawling up your spine. You turn slowly around to see the man removing his hood and are met with purple eyes and a face full of piercings. His pupils are dilated as he stares right through your soul, taking in the most enchanting scent he’s ever had the luck to smell. It all comes crashing down on you when you see his sharp canines but before you can even do as much as scream, he’s suddenly in front of you, sharp teeth sinking into your neck. The last thing you notice before fainting is the man pulling back with a surprised moan.

🌧️When you come back to your senses, you’re lying in a bed, memories hazy and a dull pain throbbing in your neck. Wait, your neck? That’s when everything hits you and suddenly you shoot up, hissing as the pain intensifies from your sudden movement. Your hand shoots to your neck and you notice the bandages around it. That’s when the door opens and your new nightmare walks in with a tray of food and a glass of water. He scolds you to not move so much, warns you that if you open the wound and start bleeding, he won’t be able to control himself. You stare terrified at him, a vampire. Why didn’t he kill you? As if reading your mind, the man explains the situation to you. It appears like you have a very special and rare type that is exceptionally fine nutrition for his kind. It would have been a waste to suck you dry. Your blood runs cold as you understand what he means. You’re to become his personal blood bag. He puts the tray down in front of you, demands you to consume everything to ensure your health and taste of your blood.

🌧️Your life is essentially not yours anymore as the vampire starts taking care of your health. Enough sleep, nutritious food, enough consumption of water and your hygiene. It almost looks like he cares but you know that he only cares about the blood inside of you. He’s cold to you, not gentle when he bites harshly down and gulps blood until you feel dizzy and faint. If you throw a tantrum, he grips you harshly enough until bruises start to form or uses his hypnosis on you to make you lose consciousness. If he catches you trying to escape, he breaks your leg and tortures you with visions. You hate him but he doesn’t care. Or so you thought. Maybe it is because he never spent as much time with someone before. He starts growing fond of you in a weird way, enjoys your company. He stares more at you, hesitates when he sees your fearful face and even feels a tinge of remorse. He’s less forceful when he takes your blood, massages the stiffness out of your muscles so that it’ll hurt less. He tells you his real name after he’s drank from you again, lost in your scent and warmth as he almost nuzzles against your neck. Yahiko. That’s his name.

🌧️You don’t believe in the nicer change of attitude, he must have ulterior motives. You’re shocked when he pulls you one day into his lap, try to wriggle free before he tells you warningly to not resist as he starts tugging away the material from your shoulder. You tense up, know what will come now but are caught a little bit off-guard by the arm wrapping around your waist. It must be to stop you from squirming away. His other hand starts caressing the skin on your shoulder, previous bite wounds visible as scars. You suppress the noise of pain when you feel the familiar stinging pain and hear shortly how he softly starts swallowing your blood. You’re uncomfortable and in pain, want to get away from him as soon as possible. You think you can as soon as he stopped drinking but the arm around you tightens when he senses you moving away. His grip is strong and unyielding as he mumbles in a deep voice that he wants you to stay for a bit. And for the first time in forever it sounds less like a demand and more like a genuine plead.

🌧️You stay because he won’t loosen his grip. You stare at him warily, heart hammering anxiously against your chest as he starts sniffing your neck, inhaling your scent. You flinch when you see the flash of his teeth, gracing over your drumming pulse. You expect his teeth to pierce your skin once more but are flabbergasted when he merely places a soft kiss on your skin. He starts littering your neck in kisses, the kisses getting harsher as he starts panting slightly against your neck, alarming you to squirm around in his grip as another fear engulfs you. Your efforts are cut off when Pain turns you around so that you face him, lips crashing greedily against yours as he grabs your hands and pins them against his chest. He’s sure that if he’d still have a heart, it would be racing by now out of an euphoria he’s never felt before. You’re breathless as you stare in utter shock at Yahiko who’s watching you with a weird glimmer in his eyes. You almost think that it’s love but that can’t be. That is until he says that he’ll keep you as his mate and lover, promises that he’ll protect you from anything. He says it with a fond voice but you know that he’ll force it on you like he always does.

Sasori

🦂There are humans who fear vampires and people who admire them. Sasori belonged in the latter category. Obsessed with eternal beauty and spiteful about the fact that he’d eventually die out of old age, he searched for a way to extract the poison from the vampires that turned humans into their kind. He abandoned his own humanity to remain youthful and beautiful without one bit of regret. Turning into a vampire made him look down on humans and their emotions, weak and irrational. A morbid hobby started for Sasori when he discovered how to turn a human body into a doll. He starts searching for unique and beautiful people, poisons them and turns them into puppets of different material. He has wax dolls, wood puppets and fine porcelain figures depending on the material he thinks will suit them best. He always extracts all the blood from his victims and stocks it until he consumes it. Often in fine wine glasses. He travels around to search for new pieces for his collection, prides himself that he has an eye for beauty and uniqueness.

🦂You catch his attention, the worst thing that could happen to anyone. Sasori settles for you as his next victim but something about you still dissatisfies him. He thinks that you haven’t reached your full potential yet so he takes it as his job to guide you to be the most beautiful you can be until you’re worthy of his collection. It isn’t the first time that he’s approached his victims with such motives. Occasionally he isn’t opposed to fooling humans with his charm but only when he sees the price at the end of it all as worthy. He only bothers with you for that reason. You’re his price. He’s an interesting and gorgeous fella, although terribly snarky when you don’t do as he says. You feel drawn to him for some reason though, unsuspecting that Sasori uses his powers on you. He fusses a lot about your appearance, advices you to try a new haircut and throws a small drama when you hurt yourself with a tiny scratch. Terribly impatient too, when he wants a meeting with you he’s already in a bad mood when you turn up a few minutes too late.

🦂The whole friendship thing isn’t supposed to be anything more than that but you seem different from the average person he’s murdered. Your smile as fleeting as breathtaking, the twinkle in your eyes when you’re amused about something and your own quips appeal to him. He wouldn’t be able to capture that part of your beauty if he were to turn you into a lifeless puppet and when that thought crosses his mind for the first time, he’s startled. What is wrong with him all of a sudden? He never cared about that before. He grows bitter for a while, can’t come to terms with the fact that he might have gained feelings for you. He notices so much about you and the more he sees, the more special you become for him in return. Over time he becomes obsessed with you though. Everything about you is memorized and every smile and dazzling laughter is remembered as Sasori starts feeling funny when in your presence. He’s never felt like this before, he’s a bit overwhelmed. He’s torn apart all of a sudden, knows that this can’t go on like this forever though. The next time he comes over to your house, he poisons you.

🦂You scream when you wake up inside a glass box, wearing clothes that make you look like the doll of some rich kid. You barely have enough space to stand and can’t open the damn thing. You panic, tears in your eyes as you fear to suffocate in this thing until you notice someone standing before you. It’s dark, a few candles barely lightening everything. You beg for help, pound your fists against the glass. The person steps closer, close enough for the candles to illuminate their face. You’re confused but also relieved when you see Sasori. Casual clothes are changed with a fine suit, a wine glass in his hand as he musters you instead of helping you. This continues for a while where you start feeling the lack of oxygen before a sigh leaves his lips. This won’t do. You just wouldn’t look as pretty as you are now if you’d be a doll. One snip of his fingers and the box around you disappears as you collapse on the ground, gasping for air. You manage to look up at him, asking him shakily who or what he is. He shakes his head softly. Such a naïve thing. You still haven’t realized? One flash of his fangs is all the realization you need.

🦂You’re kept in this castle of his after, Sasori still confused what to do with you now. He can’t transform you into a puppet but doesn’t want to let you go either. You’re too much of a gem. To your horror you notice that all the servants are puppets to which Sasori explains that they were once human before he changed them. Puppets are much more efficient. They don’t get tired and don’t annoy him with stupid questions. The vampire still takes care of you but it has enhanced now that he’s returned to his place. All your old clothes are thrown away as he insists you to wear the finer clothes he has. You get all sorts of soap and lotions and take meals with him. He just watches you though, occasionally taking a sip from his glass of blood. He styles you himself if he feels like it, using different accessories for your hair and even using makeup on you if he thinks that it will suit your beauty. He hasn’t sucked your blood so far, you’re almost thankful for that but he still keeps you so you don’t want to be relieved just yet. You don’t know what he plans to do.

🦂He treats you like a human doll, keeps you clean and pretty for his own eyes. On that particular night he insists on a little dance in one of the rooms and is over the top enough to even let a few puppets, in their human times musicians, play instruments. You can’t look at those dolls which Sasori scolds you for as you still haven’t appreciated his art. He doesn’t rant about your ignorance too long though as he just enjoys the dance he has with you, swirling you around. You follow his lead silently, too afraid to do anything else. You’ve had bad experiences since he isn’t a patient person when it comes to you being a brat. You look at the floor to avoid looking into his eyes until you feel him pulling your arm closer to his face. You would have stopped moving but it’s like your limbs are being moved by something, forcing you to move along, even as Sasori’s fangs pierce your hand wrist. Your cry adds somehow beautifully to the music playing as Sasori consumes your blood for the first time, sighing blissfully as he pulls away. As he expected, even your blood tastes divine. He found perfection in you, he’s sure as a vampire you’d look absolutely ethereal.

Itachi Uchiha

🍡Itachi was never meant to have a long life in the first place. Diagnosed with heart problems and dysfunctional organs, every doctor told him that he most likely wouldn’t even reach his late twenties. His whole family desperately searched for a cure but Itachi accepted the grim reality at one point and decided to enjoy the short life he would have. Sadly he had caught the eye of a vampire at that time who was unwilling to let someone as attractive and talented as him die. As a vampire he’d surely blossom. They appeared before him during one of his sick and fragile phases, at that time Itachi thought that he was suffering from a fever dream. Only when he felt sharp teeth sinking in his arm and a burning pain washing all previous agony away did he realize that this was real. After having nearly attacked his own family out of hunger, he fled. Decades of isolation and wandering around until he eventually settled in a forest. Itachi refuses to feed from humans, hunts mostly animals down. Only in rare cases drinks he human blood and those people are mostly bandits and criminals. The region tends to be dangerous due to many rogues and thieves after all.

🍡People in your village love the gossip of the mysterious forest spirit some people have claimed to see throughout the years. A beautiful man with long, black hair. You don’t really believe in ghost stories but even some older people confirm that they’ve seen the same man so that awakes your curiosity. You decide to set out in the forest to solve this mystery. You are aware that it’s risky with the wild animals and possible bandits but you are determined. The first few weeks, you spot nothing unusual but love the nature nevertheless. You’re unaware that this so called forest spirit has long since noticed you and observes you carefully. You aren’t the first one who has done this but you’re the first one who has lasted that long. Others gave up and returned, although that may be because by now you’ve started exploring the forest in general. It’s somewhat endearing when you get all shinny-eyed when you discover deers, birds or a field of beautiful flowers. The forest is essentially Itachi’s home by now so he’s proud that you love it so much.

🍡The vampire stalks a lot with the excuse that he wants to make sure that nothing happens to you. That’s half of the truth, despite it’s beauty the forest can still pose quite a threat if you run into an agitated animal or rogues who want to rob you of your belongings. Deep down he knows that he just doesn’t want to be all alone anymore. It’s shameful that he’s gone to the point where watching a human makes him feel less lonely but he’s endured decades of no social interaction. He has to avoid you though, he knows the public opinion about vampires. You’d fear and hate him and he might hurt you. It’s not until one night where you stray away from the camp with the fire you set up and don’t find the way back that he goes near you for the first time. You only see him as a shadow standing in the distance, watching you before he starts walking away and you follow him, afraid to be left alone. You somehow are unable to catch up to him, the distance between you two never shortening. But before you know it, you see the light of your fire. You stop, starstruck, when you see a man standing in front of it. His beautiful features illuminated. Your eyes meet shortly, then he disappears.

🍡You’re searching for him the next few days intensely, the spirit of this forest but are unable to find him. You eventually give up, deduce that he probably won’t show his face to someone who looks for him as pestering as you do. You’re a bit sad but accept that. Out of gratitude for his help, you start carving the following days for hours with your blades little figures out of the wood and string them together as a bracelet. You just put it somewhere and leave only to check the next morning again to find out that it’s not there. Instead you find wristband made out entirely of flowers in it’s place and realize flattered that he prepared it for you. This little tradition continues as you sometimes wake up to find little gifts for you. You also deduce that the man is more comfortable around you when you start seeing him more. He never speaks to you but shows you hidden places you haven’t discovered yet, seemingly enjoying to show you around. You always notice that he’s wearing your bracelet and it makes you really happy.

🍡This special bond is strained when you one day stumble upon a road that leads through the deep forest after having heard noises. You realize too late that it’s a bunch of bandits who see you and instantly chase after you. You run back in the forest as fast as you can, for the first time terrified since entering this place. You trip when something hits you in your shoulder, causing pain to erupt as you let out a cry of agony. When you twist your head, you see an arrow stuck deep inside. You force yourself to stand up and continue to run, pulling on the arrow and letting out another scream of pain when you manage to get it out of your shoulder, blood seeping out. Where is the spirit? Is he currently not watching you? You know it isn’t his job to babysit you but you can’t help but cry for help when one of the bandits catches up to you and grabs you painfully by your wounded shoulder. You close your eyes and silently wait for the worst only to hear multiple shouts of shock and fear, accompanied by a vicious snarl as the arm is removed from you. When you turn around, you see Itachi standing protectively in front of you, the bandits staring at him with fear. Something is off.

🍡When he launches at the bunch, carelessly kicking the first one away with brutal force that instantly kills him, you see his face. His eyes are red, the normally calm and serene look in them turned into a wrathful and murderous flame. When he grabs one of them and suddenly bites into their neck, sharp fangs on display, comes your world crashing down on you as you finally see the truth. He’s a vampire and no spirit of the forest. You’re frozen out of shock, unable to avert your eyes as Itachi slaughters everyone and sucks their blood. He’s in a blood rush, eyes unfocused and hazy when he turns to you, chin covered in blood. Your scent penetrates his senses as he finds himself craving a taste of your sweet blood. You burst out in tears when he launches himself at you and forces you to tumble down with him on top of you. You feel his teeth about to sink into your skin when he suddenly stops, harshly breathing before he pulls back and bites down into his own arm, fangs tearing into his own flesh. He looks vulnerable in that moment but you don’t care, too afraid. You want to run but never get the chance as he’s swift to act, using his powers to make you go unconscious in his arms. His heart is in total turmoil but he doesn’t want to let you go.

Sasuke Uchiha

💙Revenge tends to blind you and causes you to lose sight of what is important. Sasuke knows better than anyone. He wanted so badly revenge for the murder of his family and was willing to go to the depths of hell for his goal. He trained relentlessly and pushed away all friends and people who cared for him. So when he one day got an offer from a vampire who promised him great power and strength, Sasuke didn’t hesitate. He endured the pain of transformation and had no problems adapting to his new thirst for blood. It was far easier to hunt down information now as he had gained special powers and only weeks later did he find them. Only that they were already at death’s door, an illness the cause. Sasuke was furious, it was unacceptable that they would die without paying the consequences. He visited them when they were alone at night only to find out the truth. His new powers allowed him to get to know what had really happened. They were innocent, the culprit was another who they had already avenged for Sasuke and his family since they had known the Uchiha very well. He had essentially given up his humanity for nothing. He was doomed to live lonely for eternity.

💙You’ve been a personal blood bag for a rowdy and sadistic vampire for years now and have given up hope completely. There is no life in your eyes anymore and you just comply with their every demand, endure all the pain and torture. When your owner gets into a conflict with another vampire crossing their territory, you hide from the scene. Your owner would only get angry if another vampire would discover you. You can’t help but think that they’re stupid since the man clearly has no interest in a conflict but they’re too arrogant to notice. When they touch him, the man warns them sternly once that he’ll kill them if they don’t let go. Obviously such a threat doesn’t sit well with your master who curses at them and grabs the man harshly by the collar. Within seconds they’re overpowered, a big gap in strength and experience as Sasuke rips the younger vampire apart. He warned them, it’s their fault. He then looks at your direction and tells you to come out, he’s long since noticed you. You’re a pitiful thing to look at, clothes torn and old, hair dirty and the smell of sickness following you. He knows why they kept you, you’re from rare blood. They didn’t take good care of you though.

💙Sasuke takes you with him after, seeing it as sort of naturally since he won so he gets what the other vampire wanted to hide from others. You’re silent when he tells you that you’re going to travel with him from now on but trail behind him nevertheless. You don’t know where your home is anyways and years of being alone with a sadistic vampire has dulled your social skills. You don’t have high expectations on your new vampire owner. He’s just keeping you for blood too. But you’re mildly surprised when you notice that he at least cares more for your own hygiene and health. He gets you new clothes, makes sure that you’re properly cleaned and tries to get you nutritious food. He’s sort of awkward so you guess that he hasn’t interacted with a human for a long time, much less has taken care of one. You gain a bit more health and your physical condition improves nevertheless. You are prepared when he wants to taste your blood, are a bit flabbergasted that he waited for you to be a bit more healthy again in the first place. Your previous owner never did that. You’re somewhat used to the pain although Sasuke gets quickly a bit rougher when your addicting blood hits his tastebuds.

💙He assumes your quiet and obedient behavior is a result of years of violation and abuse from the vampire who previously kept you. You’re somewhat dependent on Sasuke as you are unfamiliar with the world around you, you’ve mostly been caged for your life. He doesn’t mind, is actually pleased that you listen so well to him. Surprisingly enough Sasuke starts educating you when he finds out that you barely know the basics, a slightly sick feeling bubbling up in his stomach when he hears just how young you’ve been when you were taken. Would he have done the same? You barely speak and don’t seem to seem communication with others as necessarily important. You lack the experience and Sasuke himself has been alone for so long that he doesn’t know how to start a free conversation either, especially with you. You just hang around him and that seems to be enough for you. You surely are a bit strange, stare at him with those empty eyes and when he has to leave you alone, you wait patiently without moving from the spot. You used to spent days alone stuck after all.

💙You two are basically inseparable since you travel together. Months pass by, months where Sasuke senses a subtle change in you. You start opening up. Your emotions have been locked away for eternities to save you from a mental meltdown but under his care and the many travels you slowly learn to be a human who can feel something again. There is a spark of life in your eyes again, a childlike curiosity for the wonders around you. You get silently giddy when you see a river or butterflies. It would be almost ridiculous if Sasuke wouldn’t know of your circumstances and he allows you to wander around a bit and seek out a world you weren’t aware of. He knows that you won’t stray away, you’re too dependent for that and somehow it warms his own heart to see that you slowly recover. He himself has grown a weak spot for you, emotions piling up inside of him which he still struggles to adjust to. Falling in love with a human seemed ridiculous to him after becoming a vampire yet you surprised him. You’re only his.

💙You’re surprised when he asks you one day that question, shuffling closer to you, whilst you’re watching the fire burning brightly in front of you. “You only need me, right?” You look at him with your stoic face although there’s a spark of confusion in your eyes. Then you tilt your head slightly, a endearing habit you recently picked up. Then you just nod which causes a weird sensation to raise in his chest. You only have him after all. You don’t move when he leans closer, eyes half-lidded as he presses his lips against you. Experimental at first before he suddenly becomes harsher, grabs your head and pulls you closer as you feel sharp teeth sinking into your bottom lip, pulling slightly. The pain has you flinching shortly before you still, the taste of iron filling your mouth. His tongue flicks over your lips, taking in all of the divine blood he can get. He’s panting slightly when he pulls away, a genuine smile on his face. You’re such a good darling for him. He’ll treat you good, he promises. He’ll never let anything separate you, not even death. You’ll always be his.

Touya Todoroki

🔹Stories in the little village have it that in the old and burnt-down mansion in the forest lives the ghost of the oldest son of the family that used to resist in there. That’s the reason why no one dares to step anywhere near it, especially since people in the past started disappearing in the area around it. Some even tell that they’ve seen blue fire igniting out of nowhere at times. This so called ghost is in reality Touya, the son of the Todoroki family and only survivor after a terrible fire that occurred one night during the attack of a vampire. Every single one of his family was either killed by the vampire or was burnt to death. He suffered severe wounds at that time too, burning himself terribly and he was that close to death’s door if it wouldn’t have been for the vampire admiring the fact that despite all the injuries, he could still move. Out of some semblance of respect they decided to turn him but not even the advanced healing of a vampire could completely heal Touya as scars still stayed. It’s a bitter ironic of fate that his abilities as a vampire include controlling blue flames.

🔹You travel to the village because a acquaintance of yours told you about the old rumors. You have a thing for paranormal activities so you decide to pay a visit and investigate a bit. If you can catch a real ghost on camera, you’d be really happy. You believe in stuff such as ghosts and vampires and want to prove their existence to every friend of yours who doesn’t believe you. This isn’t the first time you’ve gone to a place where rumors exist but it’s the first time you’ve heard of such an old story. Not to mention that many of the villagers believe in it too so it’s the first time you’re surrounded by people who don’t make fun of you for thinking that things like ghosts and fairies exist. You’re still the crazy one as no one would ever dare to stay inside the mansion what is exactly your plan. It’s abandoned anyways and you don’t have a lot of money in your pockets so it’s easiest to just camp inside the old building. You have all your equipment and your food in cans so you’ll be fine. Everyone else in the village strongly objects, tells you that you’ll die.

🔹Most seem to give up when noticing your persistence and just label you as demented. You don’t mind though, you’ve heard that phrase for years now. You only plan to stay for a month where you’ll investigate and see if this place is worth observing permanently before traveling back home again. If you think that there really is something going on, you’ll have to plan for a more permanent stay in this village. To your luck the mansion is still intact which means that you have a roof over your head. Sure, it’s burnt, run-down and plants have started covering the structure but it’s still suitable. The first few days, you spend your time walking around, in awe. You can see the devastating traces of the fire and there’s a haunting sadness as you think about how this used to be once a house with a family. People died in the room you’re standing in and a house once filled with happy memories has now become a ghost house that everyone wants to stay away from. Because no one ever dared entering the house, many objects owned by the Todoroki’s are still here, although most of them burnt beyond recognition.

🔹Touya has by now accepted everything that happened, it’s been over a century after all. He’s finally managed to move away from the house, memories and grief having bound him to it for the first few years after his transformation. These days he’s often wandering around but comes a few times a year back to the place where his life began and also ended. He knows the gossip of the town but doesn’t give a shit. He’s stopped caring about humans for the biggest part, an eternal life has caused him to have empathy issues. He’s forgotten about love, the only things entertaining him now are his lust for blood and the thrill of seeing a human begging and crying when seeing him. He can’t go under humans with his skin and used to be quite insecure about it too. He still is but humans only see the monster in him. So he’s become the monster, it’s easier instead of fighting uselessly to prove that he has still human emotions. He travels back only to find a human resting in his house which baffles him a bit. You’re the first one in years.

🔹It’s amusing to watch you after he realizes that you chase for the supernatural. He’d like to think of you as silly with your equipment to measure paranormal activities but you aren’t wrong. He’s proof of your belief after all. He guesses that he can tolerate you since you respect his old home, he catches you often taking care of the run-down building as good as you can. At times you even silently pray for the dead family. He also loves when you become a bit frustrated because you haven’t seen anything yet. That’s when he decides to entertain you, during one night where you’re outside of the mansion, searching for anything, you nearly drop your torch when you see the blue flame. You get all excited which is adorable, Touya has to do it again to see you all giddy. You don’t leave the region surrounding the ruins so Touya can basically watch you all the time and he’s smug enough to admit that he loves that. He hasn’t bothered with humans in a long time but he doesn’t mind with you. Your weird fascination flatters him as you show even fascination in grotesque figures of literature and fantasy. That means you wouldn’t feel repulsed but his appearance, right?

🔹You’re convinced that it must be Touya, try to talk to him, even with a Ouija board. On the last day of your stay you hear noises inside the room that used to belong to Touya once and see him standing there when you come running inside. Your eyes widen and you stare at him in awe and utter fascination, no sign of fear. Your eyes wander over his scarred body, pity bubbling up inside your stomach. You step carefully closer to him, afraid he might disappear. When you stand right in front of him, you reach out to him shakily with both of your hands and he leans in closer, allows you that he’s really standing in front of you. Your hands are warm and you don’t pull away when feeling the marred skin of his. You tense up a bit when he leans his head on your shoulder, comforted by your reaction and touch. If he had still a beating heart, it would be in a frenzy right now. You hear him mumbling an apology, initial confusion replaced by pain when sharp teeth sink into your skin and you feel your blood being suck. A vampire. He’s a vampire. Your vision starts turning back when he pulls back, gives you a quick peck on your lips and tells you that he won’t hurt you. Your disappearance only amplifies the fear of the villagers.

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moodymisty · 19 days

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Continuing with "What could possibly happen, good and wrong, with one's daughters if they were born?" *and also my headcannons lol, sorry for it being long, I have brainrot now* I wonder If the task will be cut off due to sheer lenght.

akhem Those are on top of my head, there are surely more maybe even bordering on being possibly in male offsprings ,though it takes much more notice in women f.e. dressing inmodestly. Because I doubt misoginy had completly dissappeared in the fashist state that is the Imperium of Man. shrugs I imagine taking the genes of your biological demigod not chaos created father would copy their personality even more in offspring than in adeptus astartes, or even intensify it. Won't be in direct order, my mind cooks diffrently. Hope I don't overwhelm ya lol.

When it comes to the father being that one uncle who can drink whole mjod like it's nothing, I imagine possible daughter having complexes on about she cannot drink as much as her father or his astartes. (since women have lower alcohol tolerance, but it's still better than in her mortal mother...just to add into the angst, I am not really a fan of perpetual loved ones, though there are expections) That may or may not cause the offspring to be much more...provocative, just to show her worth and to get the name of Leman's daughter. Pushing herself to the limits and getting to even more dangerous territories, getting some regular poison doses to make her more invurnelable to those and laying in the most unconfortable places possible.

2. Cruze ah...Cruze daughter. Would be best described as Azula from Atla, though I belive mother would have to be an complete shadow in fathers terroristic tactics in controling the population negotiations or encourage it with her fanatic dogma and devoution to the Imperium. She'd be probably the one you'd call Daddy's daughter (with his borderline obsession to keep her safe, maybe even surveil her without her knowledge) and equally if not even more insane due to direct teachings and not consequences coming from the enviorment. I could imagine her martyrhood being percived as being even deeper into the primarch teachings than her own father despite the possibility of it being otherwise. Maybe she would develop a yes man syndrome after the mortal mother, causing incredible suffering of internal guilt and need for the justice, while being incapable of standing up.

3. Sanguinius daughter is fun. Cause peroid blood and stuff, I imagine her red thirst is fucking INTENSE when it's that time of the month, to the point of locking her up not to cause any harm. Like an actual lack of control, turning into feral dog. It hurts her greatly and I belive she could develop even more of...Dorn characteristic ie. the stoic behaviour and self-harm tendencies in secret. I imagine she could develop an terrific talent when it comes to the diplomatic skills, but that would be a very thin double edge sword.

4. Lions daughter would be paranoid and having some sort of martyr complex. With need to be noticed by the absent father figure napping. She'd be the one who'd devout to her duties with no signs of rest. Feeling as if she's absent, whole thing is falling apart. End of the discussion. is that a spy over there? No...or is it?

5. Fulgrims daughter would be an example of wanting to be a perfection incarnate. Think of the influencer slowly buying more and more things to correct the assesments to the point of being invisible to anyone outside of her. She'd fall to Slaanesh one day or another, though I also imagine her as being one of the more...suprisingly tolerant when it comes to xenos. Especially Aeldari, having some sort of fascination of them and having abilities to withhold the emotions. Even if that's due to risk being eaten from "princess of excess" as they call the chaos god. Oh and the complex of being the best, not an failure. I'd see her as fem Lucius the Eternal.

6. Perturabo's daughter would be best described as constant sterotypical old cat lady behaviour. I belive she'd hate the Iron Wariors even more. (as the biological offsprings were not really expected in this fuckwat plan...somehow though I belive in canon it actually was, I imagine due to the primarchs genes SM are infertile) She'd wish for them to be something more and with her not having as much of an ego to protect herself from, she'd be the #1 encourager for Iron Wariors to develop something beyond the war artistry. Thought it begun with prostetics to make them a bit more...approachable or with more mathematical like patterns. But still decorations, to then slowly develop them in more architechual sense. As much as they are bitter, I see them as being somewhat protective, being that one little sister that's somewhat mischevious (to them) but too adorable to refuse or not listen to her suggestions.

7. Perturabo is done now time for Dorn's daugther. She'd be the typical autistic lady that doesn't get exactly social clues, and has some weird ways to stim not inserting myself, not at all lmao. I honestly cannot imagine any deviations away from her father, like an complete copy of him when it comes to worldview and outside behaviour. Though there's my little thought that due to her bluntness she would be percived as someone "delayed" in development, possibly being a shame in the god-like family. A failure, simmiraly to Mortarion. I won't listen any objections. Though I imagine that she'd be incredibly loyal and liking uncle Horus, having even more hard time beliving that he was a traitor is she was birthed in HH times.

8. Ferrus child would be the description of trully the child of Omnisiah. She'd modify her body even more to the point of lack of recognition like to the point of cosmic horror, completly erasing her own gender due to feeling somewhat very dysphoric with how those stiff guys are. And being some sort of outcast while they are more so an example of unity.He's so barebones in canon I struggle to find any more ideas for the child, if he had anyone at all considering his focus. I wouldn't be surprised if the hypothetical child would end up as living saint and/or one's of possible Omnisiah in some sects. And yes, she gets a kick-ass titan.

9. Vulkans child would be also be the dipomat in all this fuck-up of the family. Much more persistent with father being...I belive the best father out of *points the primarchs* those. She's also fucking burning and it requires to have all windows and AC open to not be cooked alive.

10. Angron child would be best described as being the "empath to the point of pain" which surprises everyone who did not knew him before butcher nails. Well ,maybe expect the soulmate of his, like to headcannon if he got with someone, it would be one of the slaves in Nuceria with her being somewhat a light in the darkness. Returning to the topic at hand. She'd be incredibly intrested in anatomy, primarly due to her wanting to ease father's suffering. (though it can be noted to the male offspring). What is unique with gender of the child is her very close relationship with Lotara and deep seated hatred of the Kharn. While the son would be much more proffesional with her, the daughter would develop really close platonic relantionship. Maybe in alternate reality she'd try to set up her with Angron. Daddy's daughter ver. 2.0. TLDR.

11. Khan's daughter would be example of just chillin and grilling. No diffrence between the male possible offspring, simmirally to Vulkan. I'd see her though as one who loves aircraft and being a pilot for no particular reason. One rides the bike, one flies in the skies. Oddly supportive and kind, would SEETHE if anyone dares to be sexist piece of garbage to HIS daughter even more than the rest of those

12. Bobby G daughter would be best described as that one mean library lady who's very good at the job and knows the antic secrets of excell spreadsheets. While the possible son would still have those, he'd be much more paraded and shown, she'd be more in the shadow. Maybe possibly in adepta ministorium ranks incognito if she didn't had any outside characteristic that would show her connection to the XIII ( a rare chance tbh ), maybe even some preacher very fanatic of her grandfater godhood.

13. Lorgar ah Lorgars daugher would be the definition of being birthed into the worst of the primarch imo. With his zealousnes if the offspring did not belived or share his core belives. (though they surely will get into lots of disscusions considering the faith and such, but the window for discussion is very thin) He'd be the one to take a particullar notice of gender of his daughter, making her somewhat into the example the sororitas should be, molding her very harshly. Also also, if she ever came into contact with Erebus, he'd definitly catcall her if he knows that his genesire won't belive her and get insane powertrip from that. Kor would despite her HARD, being THE EXACT OPPOSITE of one's idea of zealousness and would percive her own little cult as heresy to be cleanesed. Of course in secret.

14. Horus daughter would best be described as one that goes into a path of her father. Since warmastery and shit stuff. Though she'll revice some problems with that, not being a son but a daughter of his, getting into quite some conflits with Luna Wolfes. Probably she'd try to be like little Horus, with her shaving her head and mimicking his speech that would come to her naturally if she was the male. She'd get quite hurtfull and her ego would be even more fragile than of her father, trying to procces it as best as she could. Her mortal mother wouldn't help AT ALL.

15. Magnus would be an epitome of typical asian, tiger parenting when it comes to the child, just a notch. But he'd also be the one to notice gender diffrences, due to him having that curiosity of one, well THOUSAND SONS and there's one exeption. I'd be hillarious if she was like one of the most powerfull blanks, just saying, like the mother sucked all the possible psycic powers the child would have. As long the child would share his personality and belives (though there's uch more leeway than in Lorgar's case), all will be fine. Well if not for that female range, since it seemed the psycic of such power being your father would cause the emotions to errupt and intensify. Would relate with Angorns daughter.

16. Alpharius/Omegon would be simirarly to Ferrus daughter when it comes to gender dysphoria, since the legion is also so unified, though she'd turn somewhere else. To the Callidus clan. And while the son would just be Alpharius 2.0, the daughter would get into much more personal discusions with Malcador, much more aware and being closer than any primarch and their sire would be.

17. I have no ideas for Morty and Corvus. :(

Thanks for the more detailed ideas, I really enjoyed the read. It’s always interesting to think about how each primarch could potentially affect their child’s personality.

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enaelyork · 8 months

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Love all of your headcanons and posts!

What are your headcanons for being on the ship and thrown into another galaxy with Exile Thrawn?

Hiii i'm so so so sorry for delay ! I was sick and my work takes so many time. So here we are =D So many things to say about, so i decided to limit myself to the very beginning of the exile. Hoping you like it.

There's a lot of talk about officers appreciating and admiring Thrawn for his military prowess, but you're clearly not one of them. For you, Thrawn got to his position by luck and above all - and you must recognize this - because most Imperials are idiots.

However, you were assigned to the Chimaera, which did not help your good relations with your superior. You are also very surprised to see the calm with which he handles your protests. Because you are the first to contradict him, the first to never agree with him and... Very strangely, the one who spends the most time in his office.

When the incident took place, when the shock carried you and the entire ship into the unknown, you were unable to contain your anger. You were afraid, but above all, you were mad with rage against him who predicted everything and who was not able to anticipate this catastrophe.

The idea of being stuck there, somewhere, far from everything with him is literally unbearable for you. Seriously ? You would rather end up in a sandy desert and die of thirst.

You notice that despite the fiasco you are the victim of, Thrawn remains surprisingly calm when observing the damage to the ship. Yet there is something hovering above him and you are unable to define it. It drives you crazy this constant indifference to everything that seems to happen to you because of him.

In your own way, you try to act to find a solution. You note the damage suffered by the ship, count the number of deaths. Discovering that some of your friends did not survive the shock is difficult for you to take. The worst ? Report it to your superior who remains impassive in the face of your distress and the seriousness of what is affecting you.

After several days of struggle, your body becomes exhausted as much as your mental strength. Nothing seems to allow you to be located by the Imperial forces. Nothing tells you where you got lost. Distraught, on the verge of a nervous breakdown, you notice that Thrawn is watching you.

And it’s the straw that breaks the camel’s back.

You walk up to him, your eyes filled with anger and tears, and throw your badges at his feet. Deciding that being far from the empire allows you to free yourself from its authority. You scream. You fume to see him so indifferent, so impassive while there are still lives to save on this ship, that the empire needs your help.

He lets you explode, remaining impassive in the face of your anger. The truth is that the anger you direct at him is also directed at you. You are unable to admit that despite all your efforts and the accumulated fatigue you are unable to find a reasonable solution.

You thought you would make him react by putting yourself in this state, but he just asks you if you are finished and leaves without another word.

At nightfall, when you have been in exile with him for several weeks now, you are wandering aimlessly in the carcass of the Chimaera when you notice a light on the main command deck. Thrawn's shadow casts over you as you sneak in to spy on him.

He looks defeated, the light from the holoprojection further stretching his already tired features. Even though he remains in a deep state of concentration, what you see on his face that evening upsets you more than you would like to admit.

Trouble. Disappointment. Pain. Guilt. Thrawn probably realizes that he will be stuck here for a long time and that he will miss important feats of arms for the empire. That he will be cut off from the world and his loved ones for much longer than expected.

And it breaks your heart.

On the holovid, you discover that the Grand Admiral has also put his time to good use. Rather than looking for a solution inside the ship, he has undertaken excavations outside and numerous symbols are projected onto the central table. Symbols that you have already seen in books when you were a student and which are not that foreign to you.

-Dathomir. You said in a breath. The look he gives you then petrifies you in a strange way. As if your heart had just stopped beating and started beating faster than normal. Had you ever realized the intensity of his gaze before this moment? You put these strange emotions down to fatigue before he speaks.

-Perhaps we have before us the solution to all our problems, lieutenant. He whispers in a monotone voice. You are stunned by the amount of work he has accomplished in such a short time and you are angry that you were so wrong.

-Will you help me? He ends up murmuring at your silence. That’s when you realize he hasn’t taken his eyes off you for many minutes. After a brief moment of hesitation, you end up nodding your head.

-I've never been very cooperative, but I'm willing to make an effort. You admitted slowly, eyes glued to the ground.

-Stay as you are. It’s your spirit that I’m going to need to bring us back. For your mind and your intelligence.

These words hit you like a crashing space cruiser. It’s violently sweet and you’re not sure your heart will survive it. Either way, you're convinced this is the start of something different. That this exil will introduce you to Grand Admiral Thrawn like no one has ever seen him.

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astraule · 9 months

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• You’re Not A Monster•

Pairing: Jasper x Reader

TW: Blood

Y/N: Vampire reader with they/them pronouns.

Word Count: 830 words

Summary: Jasper struggles with his thirst when Bella accidentally cuts her finger on a present. Edward declares that they must relocate to ensure Bella's safety, and Carlisle agrees. Jasper admits to feeling unfulfilled after the tragic mistake, but Alice reassures him that he is still learning and that it's okay to make mistakes.

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Y/N POV:

“This one’s from Emmett” Alice confidently declared as she handed over the beautifully wrapped box. Our youngest sibling, Edward, had finally found himself a girlfriend and Alice had organized an extravagant 18th birthday celebration for her. While I had my opinions about the choice, given Jasper's current struggles with his thirst, Alice's enthusiasm more than made up for it.

As I watched my sister jump up and down with excitement, I was completely absorbed in the moment. Little did I know, Bella had cut her finger on the present Alice had given her. It wasn't until Jasper had already lunged forward and landed on the broken piano that I snapped out of my trance. Without hesitation, I rushed over to my brother and father who held him back. "Jasper, everything is going to be alright" I reassured him with confidence. Alice chimed in, attempting to calm him down and divert his attention from Bella's injury. Unfortunately, Bella's situation was far more severe, with her entire arm now bleeding from being pushed by Edward to avoid Jasper's path.

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(KITCHEN)

"Close the door now!" Rosalie commanded. "Emmett, go get him an animal to drink. I warned you, Alice, this was a terrible idea, especially with Jasper in such a thirsty state that his eyes have turned black." While my sisters argued and my brother hurried into the woods, I took charge of Jasper's care. Approaching him, I couldn't help but feel sorry for his current condition.

"Don't worry, Y/N. I trust you to take care of him," Carlisle stated firmly before leaving the room. As Edward and Esme entered, he added, "we’ll have a discussion once Bella is safely home. We'll figure things out." My blonde haired sister whipped around as she turned to Edward, blaming him for the situation. "Your love for a human has failed we’re probably going to have to move again.”

I have always stayed out of my siblings' fights, but their constant bickering has finally taken a toll on me. I cannot stand to see how it is affecting Jasper. "Enough with the fighting already! Let whatever is going to happen, happen. Why are we even discussing this?" I confidently stated. I am exhausted and fully aware of how my siblings viewed Jasper before. I cannot even imagine how they see him now, after he attempted to kill Bella.

"I take full responsibility for this. It's all on me," Jasper declared, though he couldn't hide the tears of regret streaming down his face. Alice comforted him, assuring him that it was simply his natural instincts and the fact that he hadn't had a chance to feed all day.

"Relax, bro. We've got this covered. Take a sip of this and let's plan our next hunting trip," Emmett reassured him. We were caught off guard by his sudden return, as he confidently handed the fresh kill to Jasper, who eagerly drained it.

"Let's get down to business. Bella's father has safely taken her home," Carlisle announced as he strode into the kitchen. "There's no need for discussion, Carlisle. We all know what we have to do. We must relocate to ensure Bella's safety," Edward declared, his head held low. "I understand this is a difficult decision, son. But it's the only option we have left," Carlisle replied firmly.

“Do we really have to leave pops? I was starting to like it here” Emmett said. “I'm confident we'll thrive wherever we go," Rosalie reassured him. "Isle Esme would be a fantastic option. It's stunningly beautiful," Alice chimed in, her hand still soothingly stroking Jasper's hair.

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(JASPER’S ROOM)

JASPER POV:

“With no school to worry about, we can have a blast every day of the week. The beach is my absolute favorite place to be, the sun makes my skin glow and I just can't get enough of it," Y/N exclaimed confidently as they lounged on my bed. Meanwhile, Alice was busy packing my bags, as she always insisted on doing it better than me.

I don't know how to have fun anymore," I confessed, sinking onto my bed beside Y/N. They leaned into me, resting their head on my shoulder. "I mean, how can I enjoy myself when I've done something so unforgivable?"

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3RD POV:

Jasper's words hung heavy in the air, but Alice was quick to offer reassurance. "You're still learning, Jasper. We've all been where you are, made mistakes and had to face the consequences. It's okay to stumble and fall, as long as you pick yourself back up and keep moving forward."

“Jaz, my dear, Alice is absolutely right. You're carrying a heavy burden on your conscience. But listen, we're not just mindless creatures of nature. Our personalities and souls are what make us truly human, even if our hearts no longer beat. I have no doubt that our souls far outweigh any vampire tendencies we may have. Anyone who takes the time to get to know us will see that." As soon as those words left Y/N’s lips, something inside Jasper stirred.

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I’m sorry this one wasn’t as long as the past one but it was just as fun to make, I hope you guys like it just as much.

#twilight #jasper hale #jasper cullen #jasper hale x reader #jasper hale x y/n #jasper hale x you #alice cullen #rosalie cullen #rosalie hale #emmett cullen #bella swan #carlisle cullen #esme cullen #edward cullen

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Coquet, Part 10 | JJK

Coquet, Part 10

\ kō-ˈket Definition: noun. a man who indulges in flirtation.

✫✫✫Coquet Masterlist✫✫✫

Pairing: Escort!JJK x Fem-reader

Rating: M (🔞)

Genre: Fake-dating!AU; Strangers to lovers; fluff; angst; smut

Warnings: cussing; sexually explicit language; JK hair brush-up (if that's legitimate?); vulnerable confessions; heavy pining; angst (not super dramatic, though); discussion of relationship/commitment fears; alcohol consumption; tooth-rotting fluff; fingering; masturbation; OC and JK have such filthy mouths; the return of the devil suit; oral (F-receiving); clit play; nipple play; protected sex; dirty talk; praise kink; semi-clothed sex; riding; multiple orgasms; cuddling; bed-sharing; MORE tooth-rotting fluff in the end

Word count: 11,529K words

Summary: On your brother's wedding, you dread traveling to see your family–whom you have successfully avoided for over a year after moving across the country for work. In an effort to save face, you hire an escort to get them off your back and perhaps even make your ex–who happens to be the best man–a little jealous.

A/N: This is going to be another long one because it's the finale! First off, thank you to the best betas I could ask for: @internetjunkdrawer and @deepseavibez. I appreciate every insight, comment, and suggestion that you've given in every draft. For swooning and thirsting over this Jungkook. It might be a while before I get over him, TBH. This fic wouldn't have been possible without your encouragement and constant words of affirmation while I agonized over storylines, suffered through several instances of writer's block. I love you both--most especially, you, @internetjunkdrawer. I have you to thank for one of the more significant quotes here--it was deep and I'm so happy that I saved it in my drafts somewhere and found a great spot for it 😅 Thank you for always saving me from my worst impulses 🤣 and keeping me in check.😘

To all of you who have stuck around 'til the end (or waiting to binge this), thank you for the reblogs, comments, asks--you've all given me life!!!💜

Lastly, for Queen Bey--for coming out with such a bomb album that pushed me to finish this. It's that Virgo energy!!! Everything just lined up...

And with that, I'll shut up and let you get right to it. It's wine o'clock!!!🍷

A week after your lunch with Jungkook, you both found the time to meet for dinner at the barbecue spot that you’d been texting him about.

You showed up 15 minutes earlier than the agreed-upon time. You were feeling more relaxed than the last time you saw each other. If anything, you were really excited about tonight.

You took a menu from the host and sat in the waiting area to peruse it–even though you’d practically memorized it from cover to cover when you reviewed it online, in the days leading up to this. You’d already made up your mind about which meats and sides you would get. You were only trying to distract yourself because you were fidgety.

Did you actually think you were more relaxed this time? That’s what you kept telling yourself.

The pitter-patter against the window had you looking out to find the rain pouring. You had the obsessive habit of checking the weather every morning to ensure that you were dressed appropriately.

Glancing down at your knee-high boots, you breathed a sigh of relief before turning back to the menu.

You were so caught up with the surroundings, and in trying to distract yourself, you barely heard the door of the restaurant open.

‘’Hey.”

Your eyes flick up at a soaked Jungkook. He sounded out of breath like he had been making a futile attempt at running away from the rain. At least he had a jacket on, you thought.

“Oh no!” Your stomach knotted slightly in concern.

He stood by the entryway shaking the excess water off his hair before brushing it away from his face.

Your stomach was still knotted…but for a completely different reason this time.

“Shit, sorry for keeping you waiting,” he said wearily.

“Not at all. I got here early because I wasn’t sure how the parking situation would be.” You stood up to try to give him a hug but he quickly put his hands in front of him to stop you. “A-are you sure? I look like a wet dog,” he chuckled.

You wave him off. “It’s just water,” you say and hug him anyway.

“How’ve you been?” He asks after you pull away.

“Good. You?”

“Better now.” His response makes you smile involuntarily. “Uhm–shall we get a table? Maybe the grill can warm you up?”

He laughs while you check in with the hostess, who guides you to an open table. You quickly ask if you could borrow a couple of clean dish towels so that he could dry himself, to which the host agrees to bring it back around.

He gave you a puzzled look. “What? I didn’t want you to get sick,” you say casually.

“Thank you,” he said quietly while you smiled at each other.

******

“Oh shit, turns out we did order too much pork,” he grins embarrassingly while you laugh after the server drops your platters off: pork belly, garlic pork belly, spicy pork belly, miso pork belly, galbi, bulgogi, gyeranjjim, and an assortment of banchan.

“I mean…the server warned us that there was going to be a lot of food. You’re the one who sounded like you hadn’t eaten in days.”

“I had a long shift,” he said in between laughs. “Besides, between you and me, I think we can finish this.”

You scoffed at him. “Excuse me? What do you take me for?”

“Ah, c’mon. You’ve got a healthy appetite.” He’s seen you polish off a plate of bacon and eggs and enjoy a good dessert or two.

“I’m not saying that in a bad way because I think it’s great. It means you appreciate good food.” You smile while you watch him adjust the flame on your grill.

You both grab your tongs and start loading up the grill with slices of meat.

“Is this weird for you?”

Your eyebrows flick up at his question. “What is?”

“Being out here with me?” He clarifies.

“Why would you think it would be weird? Didn’t we plan on getting galbi anyway?” You say with slight amusement.

He snorts. “Yeah…but, that was before…you know…” he trailed off while he proceeded to put more slices of beef on the grill.

You and Jungkook hadn’t revisited any of the events that had occurred. That was all in the past anyway. You were turning a new leaf. Starting with a clean slate…and all of those other metaphors and idioms synonymous to a fresh start.

“Well…” You gave a thoughtful pause. “Are we any different now from who we were then?”

Now it was his turn to pause, the sound of sizzling meat filling the silence between you two.

“Aside from the location and current circumstances–we’re still the same people, right?” You ask him.

He gave a satisfied nod. “Yeah, you’re right.”

“Okay so…there’s no reason for weirdness. We’re just–” You thought about what the most appropriate way to describe this outing was. “We’re spending time getting to know each other, right?”

Warmth bloomed within his chest. “Yeah, we are.”

You smiled back at him. He goes on to put some cooked slices on your plate, you mouth your thanks to him. You move the piping hot claypot containing the gyeranjjim towards you and away from him when you notice his elbow hovering a little too close to it.

“Hey–we’re supposed to split that,” he barks.

“Sheesh, relax! I just didn’t want you to get any second-degree burns!”

He chuckles. “I’m just kidding. I knew that. Thanks for looking out,” he says.

You took a sip of your non-alcoholic drink. “I wasn’t sure when you’d get another night off,” you say. Since your last lunch 'date’, you’ve texted and called each other–it was mostly casual but every now and then, they bordered on flirty.

“I didn’t think so, either. I usually work the day shift, then I’m off in the afternoon unless I get asked to stay a little longer or if I’m on-call. I’m sorry it took me a while to find a free evening.”

“No need for apologies. It’s your job. It can be unpredictable.” You smiled at him.

“How ‘bout you? How’s work?”

“Oh, you know. We’re gearing up for a second-quarter campaign so–it just means more stress and headaches that I care to discuss off-site,” you bemoaned, giving him a tight smile.

“Ah,” he twists his lips. “I won’t mention work again for the rest of this dinner,” he laughed.

You laughed in return. “Why don’t you talk to me about your work instead? Any interesting patients or cases recently?”

“Oh! Well, since you asked…” He goes on to talk about one of his cases, sparing you from any potentially gory details.

He’s enthusiastic and animated about it all. You listened intently, throwing in an occasional question or sympathetic comment, especially when he veers into the topic of which specialty he wanted to go into.

“I’m choosing between internal medicine or pathology. Mayumi said I should do both since I seem to have a knack for either one… or at least lean towards subspecialties that overlap,” he chuckled.

“It’s nice that your friend is really supportive.”

He lifts a shoulder. “She’s also worked her way up like me. She knows the struggle. At least her fiance’s been very supportive.”

“Sounds like he’s a keeper.”

“Yeah, they’ve been together a while. She’s trying to figure out how to plan a wedding around our residency.”

“That must be difficult…trying to balance a relationship and work?”

He stilled, his gaze, perceptive and assessing. “If they figured out a way to do it, I think that we can, too,” he says softly.

You feel a flutter within your chest. You weren’t even alluding to your relationship. You hadn’t brought it up in any of your recent communications since you were afraid that it might be too soon…and you didn’t want to seem ‘presumptuous.’ But it seems like he’d decided to open that door. “You think you’d be able to fit me in? With everything that you have going on?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

You lifted a shoulder. “I don’t know…being a doctor is challenging and I’m sure it takes up a lot of your time.”

“That’s true. But I’ve always thought that if you want something bad enough, you’ll find ways to achieve it and work even harder to hang on to it.”

He stared at you softly, filled with a sudden tenderness that made your throat tight. You absorbed his words, struggling to find the right response.

“I’m happy we’re doing this,” you say softly.

“Me, too,” he smiles.

******

It was quite the feat–several empty plates later. You already knew that you needed to run a few extra laps around your building to work all that food off.

By the end of dinner, you had to be slick about settling the bill since he got lunch last time. He was upset when he found out that you went behind his back. He looked so adorable with his little pout when he said that he was only joking when he told you to get the next meal.

“Sorry! You snooze, you lose,” you laughed while you walked out of the restaurant. He offers to walk you to your car. “At least it stopped raining,” you pointed out.

“Yeah.” He digs his hands into his pockets. “So–when can I see you again?”

You paused, mentally running through your calendar. You had a big campaign that you were gearing up for—the one that you refused to think about during dinner. You might have to put in extra hours for those…including some nights and weekends. Even though you’d rather spend that time with him, you had other commitments.

With a slight grimace, you answer, “Can I get back to you on that? It’s just…work has been a little hectic so I can’t tell off the top—“

“Don’t worry. I understand.”

“Sorry, I just—“

“What did I say about apologizing?”

Your lips curved into a smile. “I just don’t want you to think that I’m not making time for you.”

Truthfully, you were afraid of losing momentum. Last time, you both had full access to each other—but that was in a bubble. You weren’t in it now. And just as things were falling into place… real life had to get in the way.

“I feel like things were easier when we were back at the beach.”

He furrowed his brows. “What do you mean?”

Your comment was meant to be nostalgic. Both of you could get to each other with ease. You were more accessible.

You turn to face him right when you arrive at your parking spot.

You sighed briefly. “I just meant–that we didn’t have to contend with different schedules and work our plans around that.”

He nodded, understanding where you were coming from before he smiled winningly at you. “That’s the thrill of it, right? We get to miss each other more.”

You smiled, wrinkling your nose. “Well…when you put it that way.”

“So, we’ll just call each other and…figure something out?”

“I guess so,” you answer.

He shifts in his position and takes a step closer. “So…this is goodbye for now?”

“‘Goodbye’ sounds so final. Can we just settle for ‘goodnight’?”

You see a glint of mischief in his eyes. “Alright. Do I…get a ‘goodnight hug’?”

You roll your eyes playfully at him. “We hugged earlier so–that’s fine.”

He laughs. “I’m just checking!” He says innocently.

His arms wrapped carefully around your waist and you snuggle into his hold. “Well, this is a weird hug,” you point out.

He nuzzled his nose against yours. “Well, yeah–because I wanted to get close enough to kiss you.”

You chuckle softly before he cups your face, tilting your head to the angle he wanted, and pressed his lips to yours in a chaste kiss that left you breathless and stars dancing in front of your eyes.

Pulling away, he took a couple steps backward. “Call me when you get home?”

You nod wordlessly, while you watch him walk away with that familiar confident, sexy stride that turns heads.

******

A week later, although he had work to keep him busy, he couldn’t help but fight the urge to bother YN about when they would see each other again.

They maintained communication but it was always ‘safe’ in a way where they kept it casual instead of obligating the other to set aside time in their day to make contact. She responded when she wasn’t in and out of meetings or conference calls. He texted back when he wasn’t making his rounds, completing patient post-op notes, or sleeping.

Jungkook felt miserable and useless. He missed her terribly. But he didn’t want to come on too strong for fear of scaring her off so he was treading lightly. Things are different now. They weren’t under contract or any time constraints. Relationships like these took time, just as Mayumi had told him and he had to accept that.

Feeling lost after one of his shifts, Jungkook sat in his car before driving home. He dials a number on his cell, hoping that the person would pick up on the other end.

“Hey…sorry to call you like this…No, no–I’m good. I just–needed someone to talk to. Would you mind if I stopped by?…Alright, cool, thanks. I should be there in 15 minutes…Great. See you soon.”

******

He parked his car in the lot at his destination and proceeded to walk up the front doors. Most of the lights were shut off and the ‘closed’ sign was turned over. He knocks loudly a couple of times until he grabs the attention of the person sitting by the bar with his laptop.

The man slid off the barstool to unlock the door and let him in.

“Jungkookie! Good to see you,” he smiled at him, giving him a quick hug.

“Sorry to just drop in like this, Jin-hyung.”

“Not at all. I was just looking through our end-of-week sales for the restaurant.” Jin gestures at an empty bar stool next to him, prompting Jungkook to take a seat.

“Want anything to drink?”

Jungkook declines. “I’m good, thanks, hyung. I’m driving and I still have work tomorrow.”

Jin laughed. “Alright, Dr. Jeon. I hear ya.” He took a sip of his red wine before getting down to business. “So–what can I do for you?”

Jungkook sighs heavily. “I have…this client. Ex-client now,” he quickly corrects.

Jin hummed, signaling that he was listening. He was no stranger to client stories. He was always there to offer a sympathetic ear. And even though Jungkook didn’t work for him anymore, his door was always open…especially for someone whom he considered as a younger brother.

“We had this…I don’t know…” He pursed his lips and made wide, slow gestures with his hands, trying to find the appropriate adjective for it, “…Intense chemistry while we were under contract. It started off very business-like and I tried to keep it that way but then…I started to like her…enough to pursue a relationship with her,” he finishes.

“Okay. Did you propose to see her outside of your arrangement?”

“Yes.”

“And did she turn you down?” It was sort of an unspoken rule that an escort should not date their client outside the arrangement. Developing feelings towards them or vice versa was also discouraged. Once there was a hint of emotional attachment, the arrangement had to be severed immediately. It was just bad for business.

But since Jungkook was decidedly moving away from the service permanently, he could very well do what he wanted, outside the confines of the contract.

He decides to spare Jin the whole pre-wedding drama since it’s pretty much irrelevant at this point. “Well, no. We’ve gone out a couple times.”

Sensing that Jungkook wasn’t telling him the full story, Jin tries to coax it out of him. “Now I know you didn’t drive all the way out here after working a 12-hour shift just to complain about a couple dates that you both agreed to.”

He exhales deeply and chews at his bottom lip to sort out his thoughts. “I want to see her again and—” Truthfully, after that kiss, he wanted to pull YN back into his car and drive back to his place, which was only a few blocks away.

“I don’t know if I’m trying too hard to control myself or…” he let out a frustrated sigh, unsure how to verbalize it. “I just don’t want to come off too eager.”

He cleared his throat before explaining further. “You once said that, when we’re with clients, you have to fawn over them…make them feel wanted—because it’s all about them. You want them to have the best experience.”

He chewed at this bottom lip when his thoughts shifted to YN. “I want to do all that for her. I want to cater to her…but…” he paused for a beat, “I don’t want her to think that I see her as another client. How can I let her know that?” When he finishes, he starts to have second thoughts about getting that drink.

He rubbed at his tired eyes and then looked at Jin. “I don’t know what it is, hyung. When I’m with her, it’s like, I have this compulsion to make her want me because that’s what I’m used to doing. I wanted to see her again but then she has work and…I don’t want to be a bother.”

Jin’s eyes shift, allowing for Jungkook’s words to sink in before he offers him any advice. “There’s nothing wrong with using a similar approach. It’s all about intent.” He refocuses his gaze on Jungkook. “What do you hope to achieve at the end of this? Do you want a big tip or do you want to be with her?”

“I want to be with her, of course,” Jungkook answers instantaneously.

“Okay, so show her that you want to be with her. Show her that you want her!”

Jungkook sighed. “I don’t want to overwhelm her, though. I want to do this right, hyung.”

Jin threw his head back and laughed heartily. “Oh man—you’ve got it bad, huh?”

He dips his head, smiling sheepishly.

“Tell me, what’s different about her? What made you decide that she was going to be your last?”

He lifted his head to answer Jin. “It was all a matter of timing, really,” giving him a small smile. “I was feeling exhausted from work and starting to question my decisions. My friend convinced me to take a break; take some time to figure things out. Then…YN’s request came in.”

Jin’s brows knitted. “I recall…because I thought that you had deactivated everything.”

Jungkook’s mouth narrowed into a thin line. “I did. Or…at least I thought I did. I switched phones and…I think something got messed up with the syncing or whatever.” He shrugged, thinking about the day that he finally checked his email and saw the notifications.

“When I got the notification, I even thought, ‘Wouldn’t this be funny if I used this as a test run for a real date?’” He smiled crookedly. “I just wanted to see what it was like since…it had been a while for me.”

Jin snorted. “You doknow that our app is for them to find us, not the other way around, right?”

Jungkook laughed. “I realize how ironic that is, hyung. I didn’t know how to put myself out there. So…when I responded to her, I thought I’d start off by giving her my real name. We had the standard talk and…we were in business.”

“And you took her money?” Jin asked incredulously.

“No!” Jungkook answers emphatically. “I never intended on taking it to begin with. I just wanted to make her think that…which was why I didn’t charge her the full price. I was going to return the whole thing anyway in the end,” he mumbles.

Jin arched a curious eyebrow at that, to which Jungkook nodded at his unspoken query. “I paid the commission out of my own pocket, hyung. I told you that the decision to terminate the date was mutual but…” His fingers started fidgeting, “…In reality, she actually terminated the date.”

As in their existing business code, if both parties agree to terminate the date, the app keeps a percentage of the booking as sort of an ‘inconvenience’ fee. However, if the client terminates the date due to unsatisfactory service, they are entitled to a full refund.

“But she wasn’t just a test run. What I didn’t expect was…feeling all of this. For her. I wasn’t sure at first but after the last time I saw her–I think I knew. And now, I’m starting to question everything that I do or say because I don’t want to fuck it up.”

“Aish, Jungkookie,” Jin shook his head, chuckling. “I think you’ve lost your touch!”

“What? No!” Jungkook jerks his head back in disbelief, resenting Jin’s comment. Not to be cocky but at one point, he was the app’s top earner. “I may have been off for a few months but…I’ve done this for a few years! I hardly think that I’m going through this use-it-or-lose-it situation,” he argued.

Humor and teasing danced in Jin’s eyes. “Bro, you’ve been off for close to a year. That’s hardly a few months. And…I’m not making fun of you or anything. I knew that when you decided to give it up that you had gotten all that you could out of this gig. It doesn’t serve you anymore and I get that so–I was surprised when you told me that you wanted to go for it one last time. I figured, maybe you needed some closure since your last client before this…really affected you.”

When Jungkook got into the business, Jin made it clear to him that he wasn’t locked into any sort of employee contract. None of the other escorts were. As long as they were respectful to clients and turned in a small percentage of their earnings, they were free to come and go as they pleased.

Jin leaned backward, feet propped on the bar stool’s rungs.

“I’ve always said that our business is built on the client’s wish fulfillment.” His expression turns serious. “But…I’m sensing that you have your own wishes that you want fulfilled, too. And something is holding you back. What is it?”

Jungkook’s shoulders slump and he pinches the bridge of his nose, unable to verbalize it. If he did, it would make it more real.

“Is it because you’re afraid of rejection?”

Jungkook’s eyes darted back to his hyung. Whatever instincts he had, he learned to hone them under Jin’s guidance. And right now, Jin was reading him like a book. Rejection was a rare feeling for Jungkook. Being an escort boosted his confidence–it helped him get through those first years of med school. And getting accepted into his first choice for his residency? That did wonders for his ego.

When it came to YN–it was a different ballgame. This wasn’t a controlled environment. There weren’t any set expectations and there were a lot of outside factors that could come into play.

“Ya! Come on! I thought I raised you to be more confident than this!” Jin jokingly scolds him.

Jungkook laughs, his nose crinkling.

“Okay, on a more serious note, I know that your situation with this woman has changed. But what have I always taught you whenever you have your first encounter with the client?”

Jungkook sighed as if repeating a mantra that he had carried with him through the years. “Ask them about the nature of their request, then be honest and explicit about what’s possible and what the escort’s limitations are.”

“Precisely. Tell me that doesn’t apply to your current problem.”

Jin took another sip of his wine and set his glass down on the bar’s surface. “If you want her, tell her and show her that you want her. There’s nothing wrong with that! The worst thing about this isn’t the fear of rejection–it’s not knowing. Ignorance isn’t always blissful.”

Although he’d already had half a bottle of wine at this point, he couldn’t be soberer while trying to get his point across. “And just like what we say in our business, if neither party isn’t forthright about what they want out of the experience, this won’t be a successful partnership. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

Jungkook raked his fingers through his hair. It was a mix of exhaustion and a stark realization. He needed to get over his fear. It was that same feeling that he had before that first cut with a 10-blade. He just had to go for it.

“If you fulfill her needs, then–you get what you need, too.”

“What’s that, hyung?”

Jin gave him a knowing smile. “Her, of course.”

******

It’s been a few days since your last outing with Jungkook. You continued to call and text each other to check-in. Work has been a steady distraction and you were immensely grateful for it. You were afraid to admit that you were missing him a lot.

“So–no word on date number three yet?”

“His job is not a regular nine-to-five,” you tell Cristina. She furrows her brows as she distractedly sips on her glass of wine.

“Okay. Have either of you brought up the topic of dating exclusively?”

You clicked your teeth. “Honestlyyy…” you dragged out, “We haven’t exactly labeled it or said the exact words. But, based on all of our conversations, it doesn’t seem like he’s seeing anyone else.” You reach over the charcuterie board for some chocolate-covered almonds that she had just refilled since they were the first to go.

After some thought, her question began to worry you a little. “But do you think that’s bad? That we haven’t defined whatever this is?”

Cristina twisted her lips sideways and thought for a few seconds. “I don’t think so. You’ve only been out on a couple dates. As long as you’re telling him what you want, how you feel and he does the same–” she lifted a shoulder, “You shouldn’t worry about anything,” she mumbled while chewing on a cracker that had some brie on it.

She let out a sigh to offer another perspective, out of curiosity. “Do you ever think that he’s the type who gets everything he wants easily? I haven’t met the guy but I get the feeling that he’s used to bringing women to their knees. I mean, you guys did sleep together on what, the third or fourth day of your fake-date?”

Then she cleared her throat, suddenly remembering her own ‘boyfriend experience’. “Hmm…but then again, I suppose that’s relatively slow since my guy and I got down the first night.”

You grimaced. “I don’t want to think about it that way, Cris. So far, he hasn’t given me that impression. He’s talked about struggling through med school and even now, while he’s doing his residency. I mean…if he wanted things to just drop on his lap then he would have stuck to being an escort.”

You didn’t mean to come off defensive but you knew in your heart that Jungkook was different. He might have gotten things easily at some point in his life but based on what he’s told you before, there were also parts of his life that were far from easy.

She rested a hand on yours and gave you a compassionate look. “Babe, please don’t take my questions the wrong way. I love all this for you. Shit, I’m very happy that you’re finally putting yourself out there again after everything,” she sighed, “I love you and I’m only looking out for you.”

Cristina’s concerns were warranted. She’s seen through your post-Haru phase almost in its entirety. Although she was the last person to tell you what to do with your life, she would be the first to call ‘bullshit’ once she got a whiff of it.

You squeezed her hand in return. “Thanks, babe. I appreciate you. I’ll admit, I do feel a bit of pressure to keep things going but, I can’t control his schedule and I have my own life to keep up.”

In therapy, you’d learned to let go of things that were out of your control. It helped ease your anxiety on some days.

“I mean–if he’s not pressed, then you should just let the relationship grow naturally. You guys are vibing and communication seems to be steady so…”

You hummed.

“Do you like him?” She asks you outright.

“I do,” you answer softly. “I just think that my problem is, I have expectations. I can’t…help them.” You dismiss your thoughts and tilt your glass up to down the rest of your drink. “I don’t know, maybe I’m just rushing the process.”

You stare at the empty glass for a bit, wondering if you wanted to pour yourself another.

“Is it because you guys just fell so quickly for each other back when you were faking it that–it feels weird for you that you’re both taking it slow now that you’re back in the real world?”

“I’m not opposed to taking it slow. I mean, we kissed last time we saw each other.” You also couldn’t help but mentally kick yourself for not inviting him back to your place for a nightcap…or, at least to dry off the rest of his clothes. You sighed, finally grabbing the bottle, and pouring yourself another glass.

“Are you sure you weren’t just into the whole idea of him being an escort? You know–like a fetish?”

You almost choke on your drink, widening your eyes at her. “Oh my god, no! No, that’s not what it is,” you say vehemently. “Just like your guy, we also had some deep, personal conversations. Even though I brought him there as a ruse, those conversations were real to me. I’ve never…” you blinked slowly, “I’ve never really talked to anyone about my real dad. Not even Haru.”

Cristina winces at the sound of he-who-shall-not-be-named but she knew that opening up about your dad was a huge deal for you. Not to mention the years of therapy that got you to that point.

“He’s had an idea of my insecurities and…all of these other things that make me question myself.” You paused, trying to come to some sort of conclusion. ”Even though whatever this is isn’t quite defined, the way I feel about him is clear.”

She stared at you pensively while you awaited her response. “I think that you two should really sit down and talk this through. If you would like to get into a relationship with him, then I think that you should tell him just that–exactly what you’re telling me. That’s your language. You need words of affirmation. You need to hear it said out loud because it helps you move along.”

You move your glass in small, circular motions and absently watch the liquid swirl in it.

“Maybe his language is more action-based…or physical.” You thought back to when you and Jungkook were together. He was awfully touchy then and he was also happy to do things for you. You remembered how happy he was when you ordered coffee to be brought up to the room at one point.

“It sounds like you’re somewhat on the same page, though.”

With that, you take a huge gulp of wine. You never thought of it that way but it made sense. You had to make a move. Enough of this waiting around to find out.

******

After your talk with Cristina, you thought about how you’d give Jungkook that little nudge to hint that you were serious about him and wanted to take things further. Apart from texting back and forth about your days, you hadn’t really said anything explicitly indicating that you felt a little more what you were letting on on the surface.

You sighed and picked up your phone. You thought about his most recent message this afternoon. He mentioned that he was on-call tonight. Normally, if he was on-call and it was a relatively slow night, you would text back and forth or talk on the phone until you had to tell him that you had to sign off for the evening.

Since he hadn’t texted you since this afternoon, you figured it might have been a busy night.

As your finger hovered on the keypad, you thought about what you could say that meant a little more than, ‘how’s your night going?’ You started typing.

[You] (11:15PM): I miss you.

And you meant it. After sending, you sink into your covers in your sleep clothes. They weren’t your usual silky pajama set but it’s been your standby since getting back from your trip–a pair of boyshorts underneath an oversized t-shirt that didn’t belong to you. You happened to discover it mixed in with the rest of your laundry that you brought back.

It’s gone through a few washes since then but you could swear that traces of him still lingered in it. You shut off your nightlight and close your eyes. You weren’t expecting a response from him until the next morning.

******

And then your phone rings. You blindly feel for it on your nightstand and hold it up to check the caller ID. It was Jungkook. You barely register that it was just past 2AM.

“Hi,” you croaked out.

“Hey. Sorry I woke you.”

“It’s…alright,” you say drowsily. “What’s up? Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m alright. Tonight’s been crazy–and then I realized it was a full moon.”

You chuckled softly. “Are you done for the night?”

“Not yet but, I just finally got my break.”

“And you thought about giving me a call?”

He laughs softly on the other end. “Well…this might be surprising to you but I was actually thinking about you right before I saw your text.”

“Y-you were?”

“Yeah. I think about you a lot, you know.”

You smile languidly into the phone and stretch out on your bed. “Do you now?”

“Uh huh. I especially think a lot about that time you tied my tie.” His voice was lower now, raspier.

You stilled, gasping softly. “Uh huh…” you say in anticipation.

“And then…I bent you over that dresser. Remember that?”

You inhaled sharply. You were wide awake now. “Y-yes.”

He hummed in pleasure. “I’m not usually one for quickies but that’s always going to be at the top of my list.”

You bit your lip. “It was good,” you say. Before you continue, you vaguely remember that he was still at work but it sounded eerily quiet on the other end. “Where are you? In a supply closet or something?”

“In the on-call room,” he laughed. “It’s just me. I’m supposed to be sleeping but…I couldn’t get my mind off you.”

“So you decided to call me at two in the morning to tell me that you were thinking about the time that you bent me over a dresser?” Your tone was teasing.

“Well…it wasn’t just that.”

“Oh, did you have other thoughts?”

“I have plenty of thoughts…especially when it comes to you.”

The way he said your name sent shivers down your spine. You involuntarily press your thighs together.

“Shall I tell you about some of them?”

“Mm hmm.”

“I can’t hear you.”

“Yes, please tell me.”

“I think about kissing your lips, my mouth moving down to your neck.”

You swallowed audibly. “…on your chest. Sucking on your tits.”

Your free hand moves of its own volition and slides down past your waistband to cup your mound.

“Dragging my lips down your stomach…Me spreading your legs and kissing your inner thighs.”

“Hmm.”

“Can you imagine feeling me there now?”

Your fingers slip between your moistening folds, rubbing while his words drip like honey on the other line. “Hmm…yes, but it’s not the same.”

“No? Why’s that?”

“You feel much better.”

“Mm…I’m sorry. I guess this will have to do for now, huh?”

“I’m not mad at it.”

“What are you thinking about?”

“Mm…your head between my legs.”

“Yes…”

“And your tongue…slowly licking.” You stroke your clit, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through your body. You hear soft, rustling sounds in the background but it doesn’t distract you.

He groaned softly. “I miss the way you taste.”

“Yeah?” You gasped out.

“Mm hmm… As much as I miss the way you feel. Always so wet for me.”

“Hmm yes…” you mewled as you dipped a finger into your cunt.

“Tell me how wet you are now?”

“Hmm…I’m soaked.”

“Shit. What I wouldn’t give just to get the fuck out here in my car and fly over to your place now.”

“But you can’t, though.” You pouted, knowing he’d get in trouble if he didn’t finish his shift.

He let out a frustrated sigh. “I know.”

“Even then, you shouldn’t leave me hanging either.” Your fingers continued to rub circles on your clit.

His deep, sexy laugh made your skin tingle. “I wouldn’t dream of it. I’d lick every last drop off you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Fuck, I’m so hard for you right now. I wish you’d wrap your lips around my cock.”

The thought of his cock in you again sent another charge of electricity through your body. “Mm…I miss your cock. I loved it when it filled me.”

“That’s because you have a greedy cunt.”

Normally, you’d gasp when a man spoke so bluntly like that. Instead, it just made you wetter and hungrier for him.

“Hmm…I do but I know you love it when it milks you dry.”

At that point, you switch your phone to speaker mode and set it on the pillow, right by your ear. You pulled your sleep-shirt above your chest, the cold air making your nipples ache with need. You pinched and pulled on one with one hand while the other continued massaging wider, rhythmic circles on your clit.

“Fuck, yes. I can’t wait to be inside you again.” His breathing matched yours, heavy and stuttered. Every part of your body, tightening as you feel your orgasm cresting.

“Fuck... I’m gonna cum,” you whisper harshly.

“That’s a good girl. I wanna hear you scream my name, baby…”

And just like that, your torso arches away from your mattress, cumming with a low, tortured cry, groaning his name while your walls pulsed from arousal.

He wasn’t far behind when you heard his muffled, drawn-out growls on the other line.

You listened to each other’s ragged breathing for a few seconds when he let out a chuckle. “Shit, give me a couple seconds.” You hear the distant rustling again. You figured he was scrambling to clean himself up before anyone walked in on him. You took the opportunity to wash up as well.

A minute later, he returns. “Sorry–I…don’t know what came over me.” It made you laugh. “Riiight,” you dragged out teasingly while you walked back towards your bed.

His husky laugh tickled your ears. “Uhm…listen, I know it’s super late, and in all seriousness, I’ve been thinking a lot about how things have been going between us. I know we haven’t synced up our schedules and I want to make it up to you.”

“Make it up to me? You didn’t do anything wrong,” you say gently while you sink into your bed.

He hummed. “Yeah, but—I really want this to work. So I’ve decided to make that time so we can see each other again.”

Your heart fluttered while you shifted under the sheets, your interest piqued at what he had planned.

“Have you been to L’Atelier?” He asks.

It was a swanky, modern French bistro in the city and was notoriously difficult to get reservations at.

“N-no, I have not.”

“Good. Because I’m taking you there this weekend,” he says simply. It wasn’t a question, he had just decided for you.

“Uhm—are you…sure? I thought you told me that you were scheduled to work this weekend?”

“Yes, but I found somebody who can cover me so I just traded with them,” he says casually as if it was a non-issue.

“So, whatever you have planned, clear them, because I’m taking you on a date. And a really good one, I might add,” he says confidently. “You could also say that it would feel like a trip down memory lane.”

Your jaw falls open slightly, your brain wanting to argue but you’re speechless.

“Anyway, I’ll pick you up at 6 from your place. Wear something nice, okay?”

“Uh…o-okay,” you stammered. This reminded you of when you first met on the plane, when he told you to take a seat, or when he silenced your protests by just uttering your name.

“Good. I can’t wait! Now, I think that orgasm will actually put me to sleep for a few minutes,” he laughs.

“Right, right. I’ll let you go then. Get some rest,” you say to him.

“Good night…or, should I say, good morning?”

You giggled. “Good night, Jungkook.” As you settle back under the covers, you smile contently as traces of whatever worries you had during your conversation with Cristina slowly fade.

******

You groaned, looking at the mirror and turning from one angle to another. He said to ‘dress nice.’ You didn’t have a shortage of nice clothing but Cristina, ever the enabler insisted that you go on a quick shopping trip.

She vetoed each one of your picks–too mumsy, old-fashioned, ‘Babe, you look like you’re taking him to church or something,’ she remarked at one point. ‘Unless your whole goal is to get him on his knees?’

You roll your eyes at the memory. After several fittings, this is what you ended up with–a sapphire-hued bandage dress with a split back at the hem, and lace paneling in front. It was practically lingerie trying to pass off as a dress.

At first, you told her that you didn’t want to come off looking too thirsty–even though let’s be honest, you were.

You text her a selfie once you had your hair and makeup part way done.

[Cris] (5:25PM): Sesssyyyy mama!!! I’d be shocked if he didn’t start begging at the door.

You had to hand it to her, she was pretty confident. Your phone buzzes again with a follow-up text from her.

[Cris] (5:26PM): Hell, I’d do you! 😛

You cackle at her last text before continuing to fuss with your hair and makeup.

At 5:30, on the dot, you hear a knock on your door. You took one last look–smoothed your hair and checked your teeth for any lipstick stains–there were none, thankfully. With an audible exhale, you walked to your front door to greet your date.

“Hey–” Your brain instantly comes to a screeching halt when you open the door.

There he was…dressed in that fucking devil suit. Standing there, all sexy and delicious like it was nobody’s business.

“Shi…wow. You look…mm,” he pursed his lips, raking you in from bottom to top. It was the same look he gave you the day of the bachelor and bachelorette party.

Flashes of your recent naughty phone call came to mind and you were pretty sure he had the same thoughts.

He stepped forward and leaned in to give you a lingering but surprisingly chaste kiss. You had to applaud his self-control because it was clearly a losing battle for you.

“Sorry, I forgot to give you a warning,” you murmured against his mouth. Your tone was teasing when you opened the door wider to invite him in. If he can rock a devil suit, so could you.

He jerked his head sideways quickly then chuckled. “I deserve that. Ready to go soon? I have us down for 6PM but with traffic and all, I’d rather get there early. We can always hang out by the lounge.”

“Sounds good. I just need to grab a couple things to put in my purse then we can go.”

“Sure.”

He looks around your living room while you scurry back into your bedroom to grab a couple of mints, your lipstick, and a compact.

When you walk back out, you find him staring at a few of the photos you had on your hallway table console. He turns when he hears your heels clacking on the floor as you approach him.

“You were a cute kid,” he smiled as he held up a frame of you, Taehyung, Jimin, and Mindi during one summer camping trip.

You smiled warmly. “Thanks. That’s one of my favorite memories.” You look longingly at the photo as well.

“Will you tell me all about it at some point?” He asks hopefully.

“Yeah, I’d be happy to,” you say to him endearingly. “Ready?” With a nod, you grab your jacket before you head downstairs to his car and drive down to the restaurant.

******

By the time you pulled up to L’Atelier, you saw that it had a healthy crowd out front. He slid out of the driver seat and handed his keys to the valet attendant and rounded the front of his car to open the door for you.

You mouthed your thanks and walked hand-in-hand up to check in with the host, who immediately recognized him.

“Is hyung here tonight? He just told me that he’d have a table set aside for me but I wanted to say ‘hi’ and thank him in person.”

“I think I saw him hanging out in the back office earlier this afternoon but I’ll ask a manager to check in,” the host replies. “May I have your phone number so that we can text you when your table is all set?”

Jungkook dictates his number to the host, who keys it into their tablet. “Thanks. We’ll be at the bar whenever the table is ready.”

“Thank you, sir. It shouldn’t take too long.”

With your hands still linked, he guides you toward the equally luxurious cocktail lounge. The walls were a mixture of dark wood and a dark, hunter-green, almost black wallpaper. The ceiling was covered in an ornate, metallic sort of material giving the space an industrial and hedonistic look and feel, which was only softened by the dainty, white floral print on the walls.

The back of the bar was lit with warm lighting, enhancing the different types of liquor that they carried. There was plush seating around the bar and against the walls. Their upholstery complemented the same lush green and dark, woodsy color palette.

The weekend crowd was lively and you were lucky to find some vacant seating right by the wall.

“Glass of rosé still good for you or do you want something else?” You smiled and nodded, “Rosé is fine,” you replied, somewhat surprised that he still remembered.

“Do you have a preference?” You shrugged, “La Crema, if they have it. Otherwise, I’m fine with whatever.” With a nod, he walks away and approaches the bar. He motions at the bartender to place your drink orders while you settle in.

As busy as the bar looked, the drinks came quickly. He was about to hand his credit card over but the bartender held up his hand. You could have sworn he mouthed ‘on the house.’ He must be really tight with the owner, you thought. Jungkook smiled, thanked him, and left a tip before he walked over to you.

When he hands you your glass, you hold it up to your nose and take a whiff. It smelled fruitier than what you were used to. He sidles up next to you on the couch before raising his glass to you, silently proposing a toast. You clink your glasses and take a sip. You let out a hum of appreciation and held up the glass against the light.

“The guy said it’s Château Miraval…in case you liked it.”

You chuckled. “I’m usually skeptical about celebrity-hawked alcohol but–I might actually order a case of this,” you say before taking another sip.

He beams, happy that you were pleased.

“You know you didn’t have to do all this,” you say after you both take a sip.

“I know. But I wanted to…for you.” He looked at you intently.

You sensed some hesitation on his part before he decided to switch gears. “I’m sorry for keeping you waiting. I thought that taking our time would help build that trust again. I also didn’t want you to think that I was hovering or anything. I didn’t want you to get tired of me–which is the opposite of what I hoped to achieve.”

He shifted in his seat and set his glass down on the tabletop. He leans in to reach for your hand. “I like you. And I want to spend every free moment that I have with you if I could. I’m not saying it to scare you but that’s how I feel.” He paused, chewing at his bottom lip.

You sucked in a sharp breath but kept your lips pursed.

“I also understand that everyone operates at different speeds. So–however slow or whatever pace you want to take this, I’ll match it. I just didn’t want to go on without telling you how I felt.” He let out a soft sigh as if feeling some weight lifted off him.

You offered him a warm smile, squeezing his hand in return. “I really appreciate that, Jungkook. I want you to know that I’ve also been holding back because I also didn’t want to come off as a stage-five clinger,” you chuckled nervously.

“But—I’m not apprehensive about you. I don’t want you doubting my feelings for you either because–I like you, too,” you chuckled. “And I mean…really like you–which is why I was trying to be cautious.” You scoot in closer, closing the gap between you. “I don’t want to ruin this.”

He shook his head adamantly, brushing away wispy strands from your temple. “No, you wouldn’t.”

Your eyes flick downward for a moment and swallow hard before you make eye contact with him again. “What I feel for you is…so intense that it kind of scares me.”

Worry washed over his face. “Why would that scare you?”

After a beat of hesitation, you decided to come out with it. “Because it also means that it could hurt a lot more.” You whispered, worried at your admission.

His breath catches for a second before he pulls you tightly to his chest. You feel him sigh into your hair. “I would never.”

You pulled back, feeling slightly panicked. “I want you to know that it’s not because I’m comparing you to anybody. I know that you’re different,” you say in a rush. “But sometimes, I just can’t help it.”

You have lingering traces from the past. Even though Haru was long-gone and you were excited about a new relationship in your life, you didn’t want to jinx anything. Things were going well…too well, in fact. You were in a long-term relationship for a while, almost leading to a marriage before all that was ripped from underneath you.

Your experience with Jungkook was quick. The attraction was instantaneous. And although this was the complete opposite of the slow and steady buildup that you had with Haru a long time ago, the stakes were just as high.

Unfortunately, society equates the length of a relationship with the quality of it. Your fears were understandably warranted.

“I just want this to work so badly.”

“I do, too.” He says. “And believe it or not–I’m also scared–probably more than you,” he chuckled wryly. “I’ve been so used to going about dating one way that this is pretty much uncharted territory for me.”

For somebody who seemed to exude confidence and swagger, that came as a shock to you. You didn’t want to think of the other women he’s encountered. Otherwise, you’d fall into a rabbit hole and never find your way back. But you could feel his sincerity…it was the same, calming feeling that you had during your quiet talks at the beach.

“Remember what I said last time–about things being easier when we were back at the beach?”

He nodded softly, prompting you to continue.

You looked him in the eye to get your point across. “I want to make it clear that I didn’t mean that I preferred that experience or that version of you. You know, I see you in this suit and you’re talking about taking a trip down memory lane…”

Worry marred his beautiful face again. Had he made a terrible miscalculation? “I…just assumed maybe you wanted that guy instead.”

You shook your head gently. “I didn’t fall for this,” You gestured at his suit–even though he looked hot as fuck in it. “I fell for the guy who…said he was sensitive to smells; is a self-confessed dork; the one who calmed me down when I was anxious; the one whom I had all of those honest conversations with. I’m not some woman who needs their fantasy fulfilled. I just want you. The real you.”

“I’m real now,” he utters.

You smiled at him. “Can we just–be ‘us’ again? Just…chill and easygoing? I don’t need 'sexy, smoldering Jungkook'.” He threw his head back and laughed out loud while you tried to stifle your own laughs. “Listen–from this point on, can we just, I don’t know, speak freely? Say what we mean and mean what we say?”

He gave a cursory nod, then smiled broadly at you. He tilted your chin up and pressed a soft kiss on your lips. “So you think I’m sexy?” He asks, cocking an eyebrow at you.

You rolled your eyes and gave him a playful shove on his chest while he laughed. Afterward, he lifts your hand, turns it over, and kisses your wrist.

“Okay, okay. But seriously–yes, from now on, we’ll be open to each other.”

Just then, his phone buzzes with a notification from the host, letting you know that your table was ready.

As soon as you take your seats, Jungkook’s eyes lift and he abruptly stands again to greet whoever was coming up behind you.

“Hyung,” he beamed. You turned in your seat and followed his gaze until it fell upon an equally attractive man, slightly taller than Jungkook. His hair was brushed back and had intense eyes that felt like they were undressing you with one look. He was also sporting a black suit, with a black, silk button-up shirt, sans tie.

Jungkook clasped hands with him and engaged in that standard backslapping and fist-bumping ritual of close male friends.

Your eyes shifted back and forth between the two men. Was this a devil suit face-off or what? Because…wow.

“Hyung, this is YN. YN, this is Jin.”

The man, whom you gather was the owner that Jungkook spoke of, turns to you.

You extended your hand and Jin brought it up to his lips to kiss it. “Very, very, lovely to meet you.” His voice sounded as silky as his shirt looked. “H-hi,” you managed, seemingly flustered. “Thank you for having us,” you said.

“Pleasure’s all mine,” he replies, smiling at you while your hands were still clasped in his.

“Uh…hyung? Do you mind?” Jungkook bristles.

Jin laughed mischievously and released your hand. Jungkook cleared his throat. “Hyung’s been in the game a while so…he finds it hard to stop.”

Your eyes dart back to Jin, widening in realization. Your mouth falls open, stuttering. “Y-you mean–he’s–”

Jin shrugged his broad shoulders casually, answering your unfinished question. “I don’t go shouting it out from the rooftops, but yes,” he says, before flashing you that same look and smile that Jungkook greeted you with the first time that you met him.

You silently wonder if he knew Cristina’s guy…or if this was him.

Jin peels his eyes away from you and turns to Jungkook once more, switching from an intense stare to a more casual one. “Anyway, I wanted to stop by and say ‘hello,’ make sure that you’re getting quality service,” he grinned.

“It’s been great so far, hyung. Thanks for accommodating us.”

“Good. Well, I’m sorry I can’t stay longer. I’ve got a couple of meetings–the work never stops, you know?” Jin smiled ruefully before turning to you again. “I hope I’ll get to see more of you?”

“I-I hope so?” You mutter shakily before he takes your hand again to place a soft kiss on it, goading Jungkook.

“Alright, bro,” Jin turned to Jungkook. “We should catch up again soon, yeah? Don’t be a stranger.”

“Thanks, hyung.”

When Jin was out of earshot, you turned to Jungkook in curiosity. “You have got to fill me in on what that was all about,” you tell him completely wide-eyed.

He pursed his lips, giving you a look of mock innocence and an almost imperceptible smirk.

After your conversation, it felt as if a cloud had lifted off you. You fell into step with him, perhaps even more synchronically than before.

Just like before, you’d chipped away at each other’s walls, letting each other in again. There would still be some lingering questions, sure–but after your talk, there were considerably fewer.

******

After your date, he drops you off at home. There happened to be an open spot right by your front step—which was a shocker since street parking in your neighborhood was always shitty.

He rounded the corner and opened the door for you—just as he did at the restaurant. You stood on the curb, facing each other.

“Tonight was really fun,” you say to him.

“It was,” he agrees.

“Easily one of the fanciest restaurants I’ve ever been to,” you giggled. You were more into cheap eats and only went out to nice places at Cristina’s insistence…and only if she was buying. Otherwise, you’d typically order takeout or cooked at home.

“I can bring you to a fancier one on our next date?” He slowly intertwined his fingers with yours and pulled you closer.

You cocked your head to the side and squinted one eye. “How ‘bout we mix it up for the next one?”

His brows rose. “What did you have in mind?”

“I’m thinking…dinner, at your place?”

“Mm—takeout?”

You laughed. “No, I’ll cook for you! I can bring all of the ingredients.”

His mouth made an ‘o’ shape. “Alright…” He sounded doubtful and the look on his face didn’t help him either.

You gasped, slightly offended at his skepticism. “I’ll have you know that I am a good cook!”

“Oh, you are?” His hands now settle on either side of your hips.

“Yes. And I bake, too,” you say confidently. You tilted your chin up and linked your fingers behind his neck.

“Okay…” he says in that low purr that makes your toes curl.

“And I think I have a pretty good idea of what I’ll be making for you.”

“Can you give me a hint?” His face was closer now. You can feel his fingers flexing restlessly on your hips. The pressure and warmth of his touch so close to where you ached for him was a unique brand of torture you were all too happy to subject yourself to.

You bring your face closer, your noses touching. “Hmm…I don’t think so,” you whispered, teasing him in return.

“Will I be able to eat it off you?”

His lips brush yours and you feel his soft breaths against yours. Your fingers toyed with the hair on the back of his neck.

You smirked through his mouth. “That’s the idea.” You nipped at his lower lip. Before you knew it, his mouth took yours. His tongue, tasting you in slow, deep licks.

When you pull away, your teeth sink into your lower lip. That familiar warmth was spreading quickly from your diaphragm, moving straight down between your thighs.

“Would you–” you paused as your heart started to race. “Would you like to come up?“

He stared at you wide-eyed. He opened his mouth slightly, trying to think of the right thing to say. “Are you...sure?” He asks slowly.

You nodded, pressing your forehead to his. “I’m not ready for this night to end yet.”

You nervously anticipate his response. He chewed at his bottom lip–looking like he was trying to find reason within himself but surprises you instead. “Me neither,” he finally says after a long beat.

******

He was on you in an instant, one hand cupping the back of your head and the other on your ass, his mouth on you in a feverish, ravenous kiss. He wasted no time, tongue licking into your mouth.

You moaned and gripped his waist, pushing onto your toes to deepen the contact. He lifted you, urged your legs around his waist and moved towards the couch. The hem of your skirt hiking up past your thighs in the most indecent way.

He was hard and pressing against your core, urging you to grind into him. You were at the point of no return. The same position you put him in, that first night you slept together. When you held him at the precipice until he practically begged to fuck you.

“God, I want you so bad right now,” you moaned, your hands stroking down his chest.

He pulls away from you briefly, arching an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? Show me.”

You were dizzy with lust at the sound of his challenge. The whole night was a lead-up to this moment. Taking his hand, you slid it between you two, lifting your hips slightly to guide it to your wet center.

“For me?”

You nodded and moved your panties to the side so he could have better access. He cupped your slick heat in his hand. His fingers parted you, stroking over your clit, before pushing two digits inside. You continued to grind your hips, aching to feel his cock sink into your tightness, knowing how amazing it would feel–and he craved the constriction.

You unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants to pull him out. You cupped his hefty cock in your palm and stroked, making him groan and curse under his breath. He pauses his assault on your clit to retrieve a condom from his back pocket.

He hands it to you and after taking it, you rip the package with your teeth. Once he was sheathed, you reached back, yanking at the hem of your dress, attempting to pull it up further past your waist. You both giggle when you hear it rip at the seams, but you didn’t give a fuck. Lifting your hips, you hooked a finger under your thong and pulled it aside.

Hovering above him, you stared into his eyes and kissed him briefly. “I trust you,” you whispered to him. With a nod of his chin, you sank on your hips down his length. Your mouths fall open almost at the same time until he bottoms out. You sat still for a few seconds, relishing the feel of him stretching you.

Slowly, you rocked your hips forward, touching your lips to his at the same time until you were locked into a kiss again.

He broke the kiss to move his arm to arch your back. He quickly slides the straps off your dress, pulls the front down, and lifts your bare breast to his mouth. You moaned when you felt him teasing the hardened point with his tongue.

You surged forward, draping your arms over his shoulders.

Gripping your hips, he supported you, meeting each rhythmic movement of your hips, taking him deeper. You kept your eyes on him as they grew heavy. A rumbling sound filled the space between you.

You clung to the back of the seat and rolled your hips. You could feel him pressing against the deepest part of you. You cried out and ground into him, moving on instinct.

“Yes…yes…fuck…” You gasped, slamming your hips into his, pumping your hips up and down the rigid length of his cock.

Jungkook’s face was harsh with lust, brutally etched with his need. “I’m going to come so hard for you,” he promised darkly.

His head fell back against the seat, his chest heaving, harsh sounds of pleasure scraping from his throat. His hands released you, clenching into fists against the cushions. He let you fuck him the way you wanted to…the way you needed to.

Arching back, you came with a cry, your entire body shaking, your walls grasping, rippling along his cock. Your rhythm faltered, and your vision blackened. An endless moan poured out of you, the relief made your head spin.

Then, your perspective shifted and you were on your back, Jungkook rising over you. He quickly strips his shirt and bottoms off. In your post-orgasmic haze, you hear a distant sound of material ripping. Your thong never stood a chance.

He wraps his lips around your clit. He sucked and licked. You tensed up while completely surrendering to him.

“Oh my god,” you panted. “Your mouth…”

He spread you wide with his shoulders, tonguing you until you felt that familiar buildup within your core again. Your fingers pulled at his hair, goading him while you quivered around his tongue.

“Please…I need you inside,” you whined pathetically, completely lost in mindless pleasure.

He stops, lifting his head, and places wet kisses on your inner thighs before rising.

His arm hooked beneath your knee to lift it to his shoulder, pinning your other thigh down. He props a leg on the floor for leverage and slid himself back into you, thrusting hard again and again, sinking deep.

You writhed underneath him, the feel of him so good.

He kept you pinned, using you as you’d used him. Sweat beaded on his brows, his control out the door and replaced by the need to cum. His body pounded into you, driving his cock into your tender core. Your body quivered with the threat of another orgasm.

“Fuck yes…don’t stop,” you moaned, your nails digging into his flexed biceps.

He growled your name and started cumming, his teeth clenched, hips pressed tight against you. The feel of the rhythmic pulsing of him spilling into you makes your walls contract, setting off another orgasm.

“So good,” he groaned, rocking into the spasms of your core.

You strained together, grasping at each other.

He buried his face in your throat and collapsed on top of you. No other sound, except your ragged breaths, fill the room. Your fingers absentmindedly run through his hair.

Once your pulses steadied, he lifted himself off you. After he discards the condom, he sits down and gingerly pulls you upright, and settles you into the crook of his neck. He lets out a soft, contented sound when you snuggle in.

“That was good,” you tell him, playfully tapping at his chest.

A throaty laugh escapes him. “Thanks, I try.”

You pried yourself from under him and regard him intently.

“Are you still sure that you want to do this with me?”

“Absolutely,” he answers firmly.

“And you won’t regret anything?”

He shook his head and brushed his thumb gently on your brow. “I don’t regret any of the decisions I’ve made in the past. Because, if I hadn’t done all that, it wouldn’t have led me to you.”

Tears stung your eyes.

“As long as you’re okay accepting my past, my present, and everything else that comes with it.”

“I want all of you. And I won’t accept anything less.” You promised him.

“Good,” he says before he kisses your nose.

You convinced him to stay the night. You showered together, surprisingly managing to keep your hands to yourselves.

You got out first, dried off, and got dressed in your bedroom.

When steps out of the bathroom, he stills when sees what you had on.

“I-is that—mine?” He points to his shirt.

You stifle a guilty grin. “I mean…I thought you gave it to me?“

He scoffs. “I let you borrow it after you passed out on me that time.”

It was getting too difficult to keep a straight face while you tried to argue. “Sorry! I…didn’t think you’d miss it. Plus, it’s all worn out so—why would you still want it back?”

He laughs softly, relenting to you. “Fine. You look better in it anyway.”

You smiled triumphantly as you both got under the covers.

You snuggle up to him again, just as you did on the couch. His arm wrapped securely around you.

“By the way, since we’re being open and all—I have to tell you that…I’m not really much of a cuddler,” he says apologetically.

“Actually, neither am I. I get too hot when I sleep,” you admit.

His chest vibrates against your cheek while he laughs.

“But…if it’s okay with you, can you hold onto me just until I fall asleep?”

He sighed into your hair. “I’ll hold onto you for as long as you want me to.”

You lifted your head, looked up at him lovingly, and gave him a soft peck on his lips before you went back into your nook.

Before you drift off, he asks, “So—can I take you out for coffee tomorrow?”

You laughed. “Make it a full breakfast and you’ve got yourself a deal.”

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danosrosegarden · 11 months

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Angel (Part Three) - Edward Nashton x GN!Reader

Contains: a small dose of angst, mentions of sex work, and that's about all!

Note: once again, I'd like to say Angel Eddie has minor differences to Paul Dano's 2022 Riddler. I'm so pleased with this little series so far, and I hope you continue to read!

The lights inside of Josephine's were stuck in a constant whir. Perhaps it was just your eyes having grown accustomed to the dark, gloomy, rain-drenched streets of Gotham, but Josephine's blazing yellow walls and buzzing overhead lights were nibbling on your nerves and giving you a blasting headache.

Your waitress wasn't Josephine. Her nametag said Olga. She was old. She frowned by default, the wrinkles of her face carved deep into her mole-speckled skin. She stalked over to your table slowly.

Olga pulled a notebook from the front of her apron and clicked a pen. "Go ahead," she said in a gravelly rasp.

You looked up from your cup of black coffee and peered at Edward, who stared back at you with a straight face and empty eyes. In the light of the diner, you could finally see his face better. Round, freckled cheeks, an eternal blush dusting the dotted skin. His nails were torn and jagged, the skin of his lips chapped and peeling off. His glasses were thin and crooked, resting on his curvy nose at a slant. He was beautiful. Disheveled and anxious, but undeniably beautiful.

"Gonna order something?" Olga grunted.

"Oh. Um. Can I just have, um..." Your eyes frantically darted around the breakfast section of the menu as your cheeks tingled with heat. "Pancakes? An order of pancakes?"

"You want fruit on the side?"

"Sure, sure, thank you."

"Hmm." Olga snatched the menu from your weak grasp and turned to Edward. "What'll it be."

"The coffee is just fine, thank you."

Olga plucked the menu from in front of him and walked away without another word.

"You're not getting anything?" you asked.

"No."

You'd noticed something about Edward the moment you first interacted...he did not like to look you in the eyes, but when he did, he stared. He stared long and hard, and that stare had sharp, frosty icicles. His stare was deep, penetrating, and though it felt rather invasive, you were the one who had asked a stranger to roll down their window and open their door. You were the one intruding, spending his money, wasting his time.

Through the guilt bubbling in your stomach, you thirsted for any scraps on Edward's plate. You wanted to know more.

"Are you going to tell me what you were doing in an empty parking lot at five in the morning?"

Edward's stare faltered for a split second; a single crack in the code. His eyes darted away for a fraction of a moment and quickly targeted back on you.

"Sometimes I drive when I can't clear my head."

"Fair enough. What was on your mind, Edward?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Oh."

"I'm sorry."

"No, don't apologize."

You listened to the clicking of plates in the kitchen for a moment, the boisterous laughter from the cooks. The place smelled like maple syrup. The air tasted of something thick and cinnamony.

"What were you doing?" Edward asked, his eyes now fixated on the table.

"I told you, I got kicked out."

"I'm sorry."

You shrugged. "Hey, it's not your fault, it's mine."

Something inside of you was tugging at your vocal chords, urging you to share more. You weren't exactly sure what to make of Edward and what you felt about him. He couldn't be a friend...you had just met, and met under circumstances less than ideal. But something lying dormant was peeking out from under the covers, begging you to let go, to have faith in him. Speak.

"I was living with a...uh...a boyfriend, let's say."

"Let's say?"

"I don't know what to call him, Edward. My..."

Here we go.

"My work. Having a serious relationship didn't always work so well, considering what I do for work."

"What do you do?"

You sighed, resting your face in your cold, dry hands. "I'm a sex worker."

There was no twitch of his eye, no perk of his lip, nothing to gauge a reaction.

"I hope you don't look down on me." You could've decked yourself in the face for sounding so pathetic. Who gave a fuck what he thought?

You did. There was no explaining why, there was just a sorry, feeble wish that he'd still want to converse with you.

"I don't look down on you, Y/N."

"Do you want to know something, Edward?"

"What?"

"I'm glad you were there when you were. I-I know this sounds crazy, but you're already like a friend to me." Your stomach flipped in wild leaps as you talked. You were like a bursting firecracker, crackling through the air without a break. "I mean, you don't care about my work. Marshall started off as a client. I thought he didn't care. But he fucking kicked me out. I needed more money to live, Edward, and he didn't understand that." You hands shook and your heart started to race. Your voice was raising, but it was all gas, no brakes. You couldn't find a way to stop. "I mean, who does that? He knew what he was getting into when he got with me. And since when were we even an official thing? Sure, we were living together, I guess, but he liked to drink, he liked to smoke. Those are expensive hobbies, Edward. He just...he didn't get it."

The air around the table was shrouded with a foul-smelling cloud of awkward silence. Edward peered up at you, nursing a bleeding strip of skin from a hangnail he'd ripped off while you were ranting. He said nothing, his face pale and blank.

You cleared your throat.

"My point is," you spoke, even and calm, "you're not like that. I feel as if you understand me already. I...I don't know. I feel as if we were meant to be here together."

"You do not want to be my friend."

Your eyebrows furrowed. That's what he had to say after everything?

"Why do you say that?"

He shook his head. "I-I'm sorry. There's just...there's so much you don't know about me, Y/N."

Edward was beautiful, yes, but in a disheartening way. There was something crying in the chasm of his hazel eyes that looked broken, stitched from torn pieces of dirty fabric. Perhaps there was something in Edward that also felt used, hurt, stamped on, burnt out. Maybe in sharing this space with him, your pain would coalesce into one broiling ball of shame you'd hold onto together. Could your charred skin ever heal? Could those acidic burns of the past ever cool, or was it wishful thinking? You wondered.

Edward took a sip of his coffee and set the cup back down with a shaking hand.

"Y/N, it is a brave thing to love me. That's what I'll say."

He was beautiful, dishearteningly gorgeous, and shrouded in mystery. Before you had time to begin unraveling his words, Olga bumbled over to your table and set down your plate of pancakes.

Fruit on the side.

"Thank you," you said softly, pulling a fork from the wrap of utensils on the table.

A brave thing. It echoed in your mind like a call out in an empty church. It is a brave thing to love me.

You did not speak to God often. When you did, you were usually asking Him for something. As you chewed on your warm, cloudy pancakes and watched Edward watch the carpet, you asked for one thing.

Let me know more. I'd like more of him. Please.

#Eli's writing #Danonation #Paul Dano #Edward Nashton #The Riddler #The Batman #Edward Nashton x reader #The Riddler x reader #Edward Nashton x you #The Riddler x you #Edward Nashton x Y/N #The Riddler x Y/N

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dieg0brandos-wife · 2 years

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OMG!!

I love the idea of serial killer!Lilia. I know you haven't put anything else explaining it more, but can I request general headcanons of sk! Lilia??? Sorry if that's asking a lot, thank you! 😊

Thank you! And yes, I’d be happy to do general headcanons for sk!Lilia. I will be honest though, there’s only so much I can do without going on a whole tangent about my ideas.

Warning(s): Yandere, blood/gore, death/murder, social class, blood drinking, arson

war general lilia is a very respected man. you won't find anyone within briar valley that would disagree. as the general he works hard to get that 'oh so' desired reputation anyone would beg for.

apart from his constant state of killing people, he's a very hard worker, and tries to do the best he can. whether that's in the field or when he's killing. He devotes a great portion of his day working on war strategies, and training, often leaving his nights open for his fun activities.

he usually goes down in his dungeon to train occasionally going out to his garden, for all his weapons were down below, even the ones he murdered his victims with.

he likes leaving traces of blood for his maids to clean because he's twisted, or perhaps too tired to clean it. he strives to leave the biggest messes just so he can see the faces on his workers once they spot it.

oh how that fills him with pleasure

other than work, lilia has lived a long life without his true darling. he can barely stand the thought of being alone, so, now at his very old, yet youthful age, he has no other desire but finding 'the one'. he's tried many ways, putting statements out, flirting, etc. yet nothing works

he often finds himself bringing women, and sometimes men back to his manor to see if they're his perfect match.

when it comes to lilia, he can be VERY picky. if the guest says one thing lilia even slightly disagrees with, it's off with them.

'I hate staying up at night, it makes me grumpy in the morning' -the girl

and it's not a sweet, 'thank you for coming over, don't ever come back.' no, it's death, and only death.

'thank you for sharing that, but i'm actually going to kill you now just because you said that. hope you're satisfied with your life.' -Lilia

over his long lifespan he's gradually become addicted to the thought of killing, something about it excites him beyond anything else he's ever known.

him being a bat fae doesn't help his thirst for blood either, infact, it makes it stronger. he craves the red liquid fresh from the body. the mere thought of slitting someone's throat and drinking from it makes him drool. he's so eager to kill each time he gets the opportunity, just imagining the warm liquid hitting his tongue.

often when he kills, he keeps a part of them with him, whether that be a ring they had, or a lock of their hair, he wants something as trophy. 'i'll add this to my collection, thank you, dear.'

but the worst thing about this lilia is that he feels no remorse. you could've just been ran over, he wouldn't care, it's not his problem. now, if you were the one he’s been looking for, he'd stopping for you and say, 'that's too bad, what can I do?’

his love for killing and almost emotionless self doesn't get rid of his love for babies and children. if a baby was in danger, he'd drop what he was doing in a heartbeat.

a baby is stuck in a village lilia just burnt down for no good reason other than 'i'm the commander, what i say goes.'?!?

he's on it, saving the baby is his new found goal.

he still has his playful attitude, but he shows it conditionally. he won’t outright laugh at the joke you made. no! he mustn’t! but in closed doors, or absolute loss of grip from reality, he’ll show his crazy, funny, weird side. or whatever you’d call it.

overall he's a very weird man, yet no one notices how weird he is because of his highly-ranked social class. to them, it's just 'sir vanrouge' being unique. he's almost like a devil in disguise.

Ask away!!! If you thought of specific scenarios, or headcanons I'll respond. (Or anything twist related)

A/N: I'd love to receive feedback and ideas for this scenario!!! I'm open to asks about this, I can't say I'll get to them right away, but I'll try my best! Also I'm sorry if I didn't explain this well enough, I'm not very good at putting things into words, I'm just good at telling the whole story :') I’m writing the fanfiction part for this story, but it might take a bit just for the storyline. I’m open to headcanons and scenarios tho!!

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misc-obeyme · 3 months

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anon that asked about lord diavolo's spotlight event here! (LONG rant incoming, hope you don't mind)

first of all, oml thank you so much for going out of your way to do this much research on it! certainly, if we count the events that aren't necessarily listed as spotlight events, there are bound to be more for some of the characters, and that's the point; i don't even want an official spotlight event for diavolo or luke (though deserved), even just one that is focused on them would be enough for me at this point, because the constant "pushed into the sidelines" treatment given to characters like beel, belphie, luke (poor child is literally neglected) and especially diavolo is exhausting! diavolo's treatment might even be worse with the mischaracterisation and lack of effort to actually analyse his character and see why he does the things he does (by even the devs sometimes -> being written off as "wow so kind", "wow so childish", etc. etc.) running rampant in the fandom (warm hugs to the lovelies who actually care). i'm overjoyed that my love solomon is beginning to get the recognition he deserves, but my god you have such delicious characters like dia with such delectable flaws due to past trauma in front of you, and you just choose to...ignore them?! don't make a game with FIFTEEN characters if you're not gonna care about half of them!

the way people (understandably) want to see all these guys like michael and the demon king while i'm here profusely sweating with worry about the game's already declining writing quality going further downhill with these additions ☠️ like yes, i wanna see them too, but PLEASE. FOR THE LOVE OF DIAVOLO. FIRST FEED YOUR BABIES BEFORE BRINGING IN MORE.

Oh welcome back, anon! And no, I don't mind long rants, so no worries there!

There are definitely more events that had "spotlights" if not officially I guess?? I dunno how to describe it lol. But you are correct, from what I can remember they didn't have one of the non-spotlight character focused events for Diavolo.

I was curious about the events that didn't have a spotlight listed and how that would change the numbers. I've added them into the list, which I am again putting below a read more at the end of this answer lol.

There was one Celestial Blessing event with outfits in OG after the spotlights began. It was called Valentine's Day Canceled?! and I would have considered it a shared event for Levi & Beel.

Most of the ones in Nightbringer have been for the entire cast, but there was The Demon's Gambit which I felt could have been a Belphie spotlight. Then there was Blue Spring Paradise which could have been a Levi spotlight. And The Scroll of Thirst that could have been a Solomon spotlight. The rest seemed to be mostly about everybody from what I remembered, except for the Vampire event which seemed to focus more on the side characters.

So if you count those events, here's the updated list:

Lucifer - 1 solo, 1 shared Mammon - 2 solo, 2 shared Levi - 1 solo, 2 shared Satan - 2 solo, 1 shared Asmo - 2 solo, 2 shared Beel - 1 solo, 1 shared Belphie - 2 solo

Diavolo - none Barbatos - 3 solo Simeon - 1 solo, 1 shared Solomon - 2 solo Luke - none

It's really confusing, honestly. I don't know why they haven't done Diavolo yet. I always thought he was a pretty popular character??

Anyway, the non official spotlight events seem to be few and far between, so I think we might get an actual spotlight for him sooner? But maybe not??? It's impossible to say with this game, honestly.

The only event in which Diavolo had a more prominent role was A Star for You. I remember it because I loved that event. But they didn't list him as sharing the spotlight with Satan for some reason. I kinda feel like they could have.

ANYWAY not to get overly detailed about which events had who in them YET AGAIN lolol I'm sorry this is just my default mode.

But anyway, I have to agree with you. They've never paid equal attention to their characters. It's always bothered me. Lucifer is their sweet baby boy and while I like him nowadays, I don't like how they focus on him so much that it takes away from the character development of the others.

I also agree about new characters. Like please just give us some development for the characters we already have, thanks. No need to add more, as interesting as it would be to see the designs and what not, I'd rather have further development of the current characters.

Especially the side characters. There is so much potential that they just waste and I think maybe that's why I like writing fic for this fandom lol. That's a little weird, I guess, but it's a lot more fun to take an underdeveloped character and give them all that extra nuance that they're lacking in the source material.

I have my own characterizations and headcanons that fill in that missing stuff because otherwise my brain is like, this doesn't work. Though to be fair, I think a big part of the issue with the writing quality is the format of the game. And my brain is always thinking in terms of an actual novel.

I'm still holding on to hope for Solomon and Barbatos having decent backstories when they're finally revealed. I'll rewrite them both if I have to, though.

Non spotlight events indicated with a ~

Starting with events that were only in OG.

Satan: A Star for You Barbatos: Super Smash Devils ~Levi & Beel: Valentine's Day Canceled?! Mammon & Asmo: Princess Rose Simeon: A Weird White Day

The rest of these were in NB as well.

Lucifer & Asmo: The Cursed Seed and the Fertilizing Flame ~Belphie: The Demon's Gambit Simeon & Mammon: RAD on Stage Satan & Levi: Whisked Away ~Side Characters: The Vampire Special Mammon: Hell Marine Festival Lucifer: Terrible Time Trouble ~Levi: Blue Spring Paradise Asmo: Devil's Water Panic! Barbatos: Fangol Ultra Bowl ~Solomon: The Scroll of Thirst Mammon: An A-mazing Adventure ~Everybody: Trick or Treat Asmo: Fabulicious Beel: The Great Devildom Outdoors ~Everybody: Happy Holidays! Satan: Exciting Inn-cidents! Solomon: Bon Voyage! ~Everybody: Absolute Zero Belphie: Poison Hunting & Candy Making! Barbatos: Dust Storm Panic

#we'll see how it goes I guess #they gotta be coming up with a Dia event soon right??#obey me #obey me nightbringer #anon asks #misc answers

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comphy-and-cozy · 2 years

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Already Ready to Go - JT Compher

Pairing: JT Compher x Reader (f)

Summary: A smutty rendition of vacation date night with JT Compher.

Word Count: 4.7K

Author’s Note: Inspired solely by Miss Syd Bad herself for posting that heinously sexy photo of her boyfriend at dinner in Newport Beach. Even if you’re not a country fan I highly recommend pregaming this fic with ‘Gettin’ You Home’ by Chris Young (sorry in advance tho ‘cause it’s twangy.) Title from Dan + Shay. S/O to @corneliaskates for the constant JT thirst and encouragement to continue my duty as an oracle for the sexy ginger gods. Also, this goes perfectly with @suitandtys's new mood board here!

Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY) + a little bit of fluff. Language, unprotected sex, oral sex (f receiving), a tiny bit of degradation, voyeurism/semi-public sex, creampie. You know, the usual.

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The summer that JT won the Cup was a whirlwind.

Normally, the off-season was time to reset, recharge, refocus before fall came and another hockey season began. Obviously, this summer was different — for all the best reasons, of course. Between the first night in Tampa, the parade and the subsequent week-long celebration in Denver, and his day with the Cup in Chicago, it was madness. Before you knew it, half the summer had gone by. While you weren’t complaining — winning the Stanley Cup made every bit of it completely worth it — the craziness of your schedules hadn’t allowed for much alone time with JT.

Fortunately, your boyfriend seemed to feel the same way, padding into the living room of your shared apartment one night, an airline app open on the phone in his hand.

“You ever been to Malibu?” he asked, plopping down on the couch by your feet.

Shaking your head ‘no’, you glanced up from the book you were reading to look at him expectantly.

“You wanna go?”

Interest piqued, you set your book down completely. “Just for fun?”

“Mmhmm,” he nodded. “Wanna get away with you. A little fun in the sun by the ocean?”

You couldn’t help the smile that bloomed on your face. Always caring and ever the doting boyfriend, you shouldn’t have been surprised that he could sense that you were feeling a bit deprived. You hadn’t brought it up, primarily because you felt a little selfish for coveting time with the man you loved, but you never stopped to think that even despite all of the excitement, he may have been feeling deprived of time with you, too.

Within an hour, your flight was booked, the hotel room had been reserved, and the countdown was on. Three weeks later, you were on a plane ready for a week full of nothing — just sun, sand, and your man.

The first day or two was just that — sleeping in, relaxing at the beach (even with JT planted firmly underneath the umbrella all day, he still managed to get burnt, though you’d be lying if the pink tinge on his cheeks wasn’t incredibly adorable), and lots and lots of food.

Before you left, you’d compiled a list of restaurants you wanted to eat at — because, obviously. Most of them you knew you’d manage to hit for lunch, but the one you were most excited for was Geoffrey’s. Between the picturesque views, the romantic ambiance, and the to-die-for menu, you knew it would be the perfect vacation date night spot.

Geoffrey’s day arrives, and you leave your post by the pool early to allow yourself extra time to get ready. JT, needing much less preparation time, is quick in the bathroom beside you before he retreats to the couch to allow you uninterrupted space.

“Jesus Christ, babe,” he whistles lowly when you emerge from the bedroom, pinning your earring in place. “You look… wow.”

It’s only then that you look at him — really look at him — and your thoughts echo his words, only a little bit more explicit. He’s wearing a crisp white button up, the top button undone to reveal some of his creamy skin smattered with dark hair. You’re thankful he’s a guy who knows how to wear shorts, fitted and a short enough inseam to show off the cut muscle of his quad. His hair, you know, is meticulously styled, his thick beard neatly trimmed and recently landscaped.

Simply put, he looks downright edible. You gaze at each other, admiring the way the other cleans up, and the tension in the room is suddenly thick with desire.

“I could say the same thing about you,” you reply, eyeing him appreciatively. “Sexy ginger king is fucking hot.”

He laughs, his internet nickname familiar. Taking a step closer to you, JT extends his hand for you to take, spinning you around so he can get a full 360 degree view of the pink slip dress you’re wearing, a slit parting at your mid-thigh.

“Fuck, you look good,” he murmurs, more to himself than to you. He tugs you close to him, and you can see the heat in his eyes before he leans in to kiss you. Instantly, there’s a spark, a flame lit and burning blue despite the chaste nature of the kiss. His hands grip your waist a bit tighter, earning a soft hum from you as your tongue meets his.

Your makeout is heated, eventually shifting when he gradually walks you backwards until you feel your back hit the edge of the counter. He feels it, too, and grips your sides to lift you onto it, settling between your legs before immediately reattaching his lips to yours.

JT’s hand has just started to trail to your ass, fingers digging into the globe, when his phone sounds loudly in his pocket, interrupting the moment and ruining it entirely. He groans, pressing his forehead against yours before chasing your lips again, as if he’s torn between checking his phone or ignoring it.

“You should get that,” you whisper against his lips, body yearning for his when he tears himself away to pull his phone out of his pocket. The heat from his body is gone, but yours feels like it’s on fire from where he touched you.

“Our reservation’s in 20 minutes,” he announces regretfully, holding up the calendar reminder on his screen.

“We should get going, then,” you say, though your pussy is screaming at you to stay; if you hadn’t made the reservations weeks ago, you probably would consider skipping it altogether.

You can feel the heat of his gaze, burning into your chest when his eyes make one more trip over your collarbones, like he’s having an internal debate on whether he should ravage you here or make your reservation. Ultimately, the logic beats out the desire, and he nods with a whine, extending a hand to help you hop down off the counter.

“J,” you breathe. “You might want to take care of that.”

You watch his brown eyes follow your line of sight, to the tent in the front of his shorts. His cheeks, already flushed from your kiss, grow rosier as he adjusts himself.

“Don’t worry,” you whisper, grabbing your purse. “I’ll take care of it for good, later.”

JT groans at the implication, muttering, “Should just stay here and fix it now.”

“And miss this reservation we made weeks ago?”

He rolls his eyes with a dramatic sigh. “Fine. I guess we’ll go to this restaurant you’ve been dying to eat at. I think I’m a little offended you don’t want to stay here and fuck me, though.”

“Mr. Compher,” you laugh, “patience is a virtue. Maybe if you stop whining about it, I’ll let you fuck me on that balcony later.”

“If you keep talking like that, we aren’t gonna make that reservation.”

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The drive to the restaurant is tame, but torturous, the fire between you not fully dead, embers still glowing as his hand rests, scorching hot, on your thigh. Still, you manage to quell the ache between your thighs as you watch the palm trees pass rhythmically outside your window.

When you arrive, only 4 minutes late, the hostess takes you to a table on the patio, specifically requested in your reservation. It’s busy, but with the way the tables are spaced out, it still has a quiet and romantic ambiance, the hushed murmur of guests swallowed by the open air. The view is completely unmatched, overlooking the ocean with the salt in the air and the distant sound of waves crashing on the beach. As badly as you want to get railed by the man across the table from you, you’re glad you decided to go to dinner with him first.

Drinks are ordered, then appetizers, then dinner. The air is heavy with romance, twinkle lights strung above your heads giving a warmth to his skin. You’re not sure which view is better — the ocean, or JT, ultimately deciding it’s a title they can share.

You’re halfway through your glass of wine, admiring the architecture of the building, when JT speaks, his eyes warm as they gaze at you.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs.

A dopey smile forms on your lips, shy and almost embarrassed at the compliment. “You’re pretty handsome, too, J.”

He hums, the dim flicker of the candle on the table masking the slight flush in his cheeks. His hand reaches across the table for yours, thumb rubbing across your knuckles in a feather-light touch. The moment is disgustingly sweet, but you have butterflies all the same, swarming in your chest under the warmth of his eyes.

His russet eyes flick to either side of you, then he leans in slightly to whisper, “I can’t wait to fuck that dress off of you, though.”

His words settle into your bloodstream, along with the wine. And maybe it’s the way the lights strike the contours of his face, or the heat of his hand in yours, but all at once the butterflies transform into desire, heating you from the inside out. The physical ache between your legs from before is back, fully throbbing and quickening the pace of your heartbeat. Your fingers itch to reach across the table and unbutton the remainder of his shirt, that small patch of skin tantalizing in the worst way.

“J,” you murmur, thighs rubbing together in an effort to quell the fire that’s fully ablaze in your belly.

“Hmm?” He’s looking at the drink menu again, combing over the expensive wines and dates that mean nothing to him as if he didn’t just murmur a filthy promise that ignited all of your earlier passions, a hot and heavy yearning consuming you across the table from him. He doesn’t glance up until you repeat his name, this time with a slightly more desperate edge. His eyes lock with yours and suddenly he understands everything you’re saying without saying it.

“Are you —?”

“Let’s leave.”

You don’t have to tell him twice. He fishes in his back pocket for his wallet, pulling out a few Benjamins — far more than what your bill will be, his way of apologizing for leaving unannounced — and slamming them on the table. When he stands up somewhat abruptly, your table neighbors glance over at him, disturbed. He offers a small sorry before he’s tugging you along, weaving through the tables, out of the patio, and back to the car.

The drive back home is much more tense than your original, the heat almost palatable between you as his hand grips your thigh tightly. You pull his hand up to your lips, kissing each knuckle before you kiss your way up his arm. Shifting in the passenger seat, very illegally adjusting your seat belt, you lean over the center console so you can press your lips against his neck.

JT groans when you bite the skin teasingly. His knuckles are white, gripping the steering wheel tightly.

“Babe, stop, m’gonna — m’gonna crash the car if you keep doing that.”

“Well, hurry up and get me home then,” you whisper in his ear, hand slinking down between his legs to palm the erection that’s back in full force.

“Jesus,” he mutters, “you’re going to kill us both.”

Fortunately, traffic isn’t too bad, though one of the lights is red for so long you think JT might just drive on the sidewalk to get through the intersection. When his hand slips impatiently between your thighs, teasing your clit with the pad of his finger, you whine and cant your hips forward, arching into his touch.

His eyes tear themselves away from the road to glance at you, wrecked in the passenger seat beside him, legs spread wantonly with his hand snuck under the skirt of your dress. It’s a sight to behold, causing his dick to twitch in interest, desperately wishing he could split you open right then and there.

When you finally get to the parking lot of the hotel, you’re out of the car before JT’s even turned it off, walking quickly toward the entrance of the building. He’s hot on your heels, impatiently pushing the ‘up’ elevator button, his other hand gripping your waist tightly.

You squeal when he grabs a full handful of your ass as the doors open, pushing you inside and punching the 7 button. As soon as the doors slide shut, painfully slow, he’s on you, his lips attacking yours while his hands tug you impossibly closer to him. Your head is spinning from the desire and the heat and you can hardly think straight, only able to focus on the throb between your legs and the way his beard scratches against your jaw.

Vaguely, you’re aware of the lurch of the elevator followed by a ding to signal you’ve stopped. JT pulls away from you, torturously, and through the haze in your brain, you realize that another guest has gotten onto the elevator beside you. Offering a smile, you run a hand through your hair in a weak attempt to clean up what you know is an extremely disheveled appearance. You wonder if it’s as obvious as it feels to this stranger that you two are moments away from jumping each other’s bones. JT’s angled into your side, probably to conceal the rigid tent in his shorts, and you move your hand to your face to hide your amusement at the situation — definitely obvious.

The elevator finally comes to floor seven, and JT sends them a polite nod before he’s following you out. With a glance to ensure that nobody else is in the hallway, you take off in a run, and you hear him follow with a laugh, feet pounding loudly on the carpeted floor.

In theory, it makes sense that your room is all the way at the end of the hallway, a corner room with a private balcony. But now, when all you want — no, all you need — is to be in private behind closed doors with your boyfriend, it’s quite possibly the biggest inconvenience you’ve ever come across (#FirstWorldProblems, but your pussy doesn’t know what that means, and she wants what she wants; honestly, with the way JT looks, you can’t even blame her, either.)

It’s only when you finally reach the end of the hall that you realize the door is locked and that, in order to get inside and naked and thoroughly fucked, you need to unlock it.

Your hands fumble with your purse, trying to pull out the room key card tucked into your wallet, distracted by the way JT has his hard-on pressed into your ass, rutting against you. His lips are connected to the space where your neck meets your shoulder, hair pushed to the side to place searing kisses against the skin, pressed against the cool wood of the door, trying desperately to get it open.

“I’ll take you right here in the middle of the fuckin’ hallway if you don’t get this door open soon.”

A whine leaves your throat — the idea isn’t entirely awful, you think, though the thought is interrupted by the electronic beep of the door lock, green light signaling that the key card has finally done its job. JT’s hand reaches past yours to shove the door open, pushing you inside as it swings into the entry hallway.

He wastes no time in pressing you up against the wall, this time your shoulder blades digging into the surface, kissing you hot, raw, in a way that has your toes tingling. The door slams shut beside you, but you hardly notice with the way JT’s hands are roaming your body, searing through the silky material of your dress.

When his hands wander behind you, grabbing your ass with a rough squeeze, he clicks his tongue against his teeth, humming in satisfaction. “So wet for me you’ve soaked through this pretty dress of yours.”

“Mm — what?”

“Oh yeah, baby,” he murmurs, flipping you around so your face is pressed against the wall, your ass jutting out. He admires the view before pressing his hand against the spot in question. You can feel the heat of his hand through the thin material of your dress, and you can feel the dampness there. “Big mess right here. Probably ‘cause you didn’t wear any panties like a little slut.”

Your head falls forward, the panty lines excuse dying on your tongue when his finger runs through the slick fabric, probing you through it. He hums again, “Fuck, that’s hot.”

“If you keep doing that, you’re gonna ruin the dress, so you better be prepared to buy me a new one.”

JT chuckles in your ear, pressing just the tip of his finger into your pussy, the silk barrier preventing him from going deeper. “Buy you five new ones if you let me fuck you out of each one.”

“Why aren’t you fucking me now?”

“Patience is a virtue,” he says, repeating your words from earlier back to you. You whine in frustration, deeply regretting your choice of words. You’re temporarily appeased when he turns you back around to kiss you again, picking up exactly where he left off.

When he bunches up the fabric of your dress in his hand, resting on your waist, the cool air licks your burning skin. All at once you realize all at once how fucking hot you are, how hot he is pressed against you, igniting a blazing fire between your bodies. He’s not showing any signs of cooling down when his free hand dips between your thighs, smirking when he feels your gasp against his lips.

He doesn’t tease this time, instead quickly pushing two thick fingers into your aching slit. The action draws a moan from your throat, simultaneously relieving the throb and accentuating it when he pumps his hand.

“J,” you whine out, desperate, “need you. Don’t — don’t tease.”

“If I wasn’t seconds away from popping a blood vessel in my dick, I’d be teasing you for hours,” he whispers, hot against your jaw. “So fuckin’ hard for you, baby.”

“I like making you hard, J,” you say, innocent despite the fact that your words are anything but.

“And why is that, sweetheart?” His voice is velvet in your ear, fingers pressing deeper into you, curling upward to strike your sensitive spot. You gasp at the touch, hips jerking forward to get more. “Is it because you know it ends with you getting a dick in your needy little cunt? Is that it?”

“Fuck, JT –”

He hardly has to move before you’re coming around his fingers with a wail. It’s a high you have no choice but to succumb to, writhing against his hand. You can feel the way your walls contract around his digits, squeezing him tightly as the euphoria floods your system, all the way down to your fingertips and your toes. Vaguely, you register the feeling of JT’s lips against your neck, sucking a mark while your body trembles.

“Had no idea talking dirty could make you come like that,” he says with a smirk once you’ve regained your breath. He’s pleased with himself, and wildly turned on by your candor. “Shit, that was hot.”

He pulls his fingers out of you, and you’re already whining at the loss, ready for him to fill you up again. He does, except it’s his fingers pushed past your lips and into your mouth, the taste of your orgasm melting onto your tongue. You suck obediently, the way you would if it was his dick, the way you wish it was his dick.

JT growls, replacing his fingers with his tongue before he’s tugging you against his body. “Get out on the balcony, baby. Gonna eat this pretty little cunt.”

You pause to stare at him, as if to say, Out there?

“You’re the one who said I could fuck you on the balcony.”

“Fuckin’ — J —”

“Trying to, sweetheart, but you’re not out there, yet.”

Your legs feel like liquid, dragging them away from your place against the wall as you try to make your way out to the spot he’s proposed. The tingle from your orgasm is still floating through you, and the warm California air meets the wetness between your thighs when you lean forward against the balcony, turning your head to watch him following close behind.

“God damn, what a fucking sight,” he comments to himself, pausing to pull out his phone to take a photo of you, the palm trees and greenery a lovely backdrop. “Don’t worry, baby, you can’t even tell that your cum ruined that pretty dress.”

“Thought you said you were gonna fuck me,” you retort, wiggling your hips in a tactic that you know will get you what you want — him, back on you, touching your skin.

JT growls again. “Told you, wanna eat this perfect pussy first.”

He drops to his knees behind you, eyes locked on your ass. You feel his hands delicately pulling the skirt of your dress over the swell of your hips, slowly revealing your bare core and admiring the view. The heat of his breath fans over you, and you shiver under his heated gaze.

“You know,” he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss against one ass cheek, then the other, “I’m glad we skipped dinner, but I am starving.”

You can’t even roll your eyes at his cheesy pun, instead stifling a moan when his hands roughly squeeze the flesh of your ass. He takes his time appreciating your curves and the way your pussy is drooling just for him, before he’s leaning forward to press his tongue between your folds.

Your hands clutch the stone railing, knees almost instantly going weak when his mouth connects with your lower lips. He groans against you, breathing hotly against your core, his tongue lapping up your juices with unabashed fervor.

The work of JT’s tongue is sinful, euphoric, making lewd slurping noises against your sodden pussy. He knows exactly how to work you into a frenzy, drawing your peak closer and closer with each lave of his tongue. As incredible as it feels, it still isn’t scratching that itch, the one deep inside you that you both know can only be soothed by one thing.

“JT — J —” you choke. “Need — need you.”

“M’not confident I’m not gonna bust as soon as I’m inside that tight little pussy,” his voice is muffled against your center, self-deprecating but serious. “Gotta make you come like this, first.”

“J,” you whine. “Want you to fuck me, please. Don’t care if you come. I want you to come. Just need your cock in me, please.”

The low groan exhaled against you is almost enough to have you reaching climax. He doesn’t know how he got so lucky, this beautiful goddess of a woman moaning just for him. “You’re gonna give me a fuckin’ complex begging for my dick like that.”

Preening in anticipation, you don’t even bother with a comeback when you hear the clink of his belt buckle followed by the soft whoosh of his pants falling to the ground. JT’s hand steadies your hip, the other stroking his aching dick before he’s brushing against your folds in a last attempt to tease.

“J,” you moan, carnal. He chuckles lowly behind you, giving your hip a reassuring squeeze.

The air between you is scorching, the desire entirely too much to bear now that you’re both so close to what you want. There’s a brief moment of silence, simply soaking in the last seconds of torturous anticipation before sweet, ultimate relief.

When he finally pushes in, your body shudders at the feeling of finally being filled, eyes rolling back at the sensation. Your head falls forward, leaning against the stone railing as he bottoms out with a groan. He hasn’t even fucked you yet and you’re already ready to come, walls fluttering greedily around him.

“Fuck,” he mutters. “Need — give me a minute. Y’r fuckin’ — so tight.”

Normally, you’d whine about the lack of movement, but you’re paralyzed at the feeling, too, perfectly content to just feel the way his cock stretches you in the most delicious way. Between the teasing and the buildup and your previous orgasm, you’re on fire from the inside out, your needy pussy reveling in the feeling of finally having him inside you after hours of desire. Your hand slides from the railing to dip between your thighs, pawing at your clit.

You can feel the way JT twitches inside of you, humming lowly at the sight. “Fuck, are you —?”

“Gonna come soon, J,” you mewl. “Please, fuck me, baby.”

JT musters up every ounce of strength he has to pull himself out, quickly pressing his hips forward in an uneasy rhythm. He’s chanting incomprehensible strings of expletives, prayers that he’s managing to strike the right spot inside you because all he can focus on is not coming despite the way you’re squeezing him so god damn tightly.

Your eyes close, only able to concentrate on the bliss that he’s sending coursing through your body with each punch of his hips. You cry out a stutter of his name, feeling yourself tense up around him as you approach your peak. Even without a steady rhythm, the girth of his cock feels sinfully good as he continuously splits you open; you know without seeing him that he’s staring at the way your cunt swallows him with each thrust.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he chokes out, no doubt feeling the way you clench him tightly. “So hot, getting fucked like a pretty little — shit — whore out here.”

“JT,” your mewl joins his breathless grunts. “Don’t stop.”

Obedient, JT creates a semblance of an even rhythm, eyes squeezing shut tightly as he staves off his own impending release. “C- come for me — fuck — come for me, baby.”

The sound of him struggling to breathe, hanging onto his climax by a thread, has yours revving up, heated by the furious movement of your fingers against your clit. It only takes a few pumps to send him spiraling into a blinding orgasm, unable to hold on a second longer. The feeling of him spilling into you contracting your own, deep convulsions of your walls around him. You let out a scream, knees faltering as you collapse forward against the balcony. Vaguely, you’re aware of JT’s arms wrapping around your middle, his hips pressed snug against your ass as he slumps forward against you.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he breathes, panting against your back. “I swear to god I blacked out just now.”

You can only hum in response, a small whimper as the aftershocks continue to pulse through you. JT’s dick is softening, but only slightly, when he pushes his hips forward weakly.

“JT,” you groan, overstimulated and buzzing from your orgasm, “I’m gonna pass out if you make me come again.”

“What a stat that’d be for my resume,” he jokes, slipping out of your heat. “I’ll spare you and save it for later, once my dick recovers from whatever that was. Jesus, babe.”

Weakly, you squeal when his arms dip behind your knees to scoop you up. He carries you to the bedroom, dropping you ceremoniously on the bed with a grin. Settling between your legs, he leans forward to press a kiss against your lips that’s still remnant of the scorching touch from earlier.

“What d’you say we order In N’ Out on UberEats and I eat you out while we wait?”

And how can you say no to that?

Always the ever-doting boyfriend, he keeps his word. It’s on shaky legs and with a blissful expression on your face that you answer the door in his button-up, accepting your order with a smile.

While it may not be a five-star restaurant on the beach in Malibu, eating delivery In N’ Out naked in bed with your boyfriend is a damn close second. The meal takes the cake for #1 when he slides into you not long after, able to take his time and worship you the way he wants to now that your hunger — in multiple senses of the word — has been satiated.

And, four days later when he posts a vacation photo dump on Instagram, the first photo in the thread is the one of you against the railing, with your back against the camera, a beautiful California sunset in the background. Your dress is perfectly pink, no stain detectable.

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