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satoruxx · 5 months

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SWEET SNACKS.

✧ PAIRING: gojo satoru x reader | 2.3k words

✧ SUMMARY: tooth rotting fluff, meet cute, battles with inanimate objects, reader's got exams bc i have exams, satoru's whipped af (as usual), sorry i love writing him as a simp, reader is also whipped bc this is gojo satoru, bonding over snacks !!

✧ RHEYA'S NOTE: if you saw me tryna post this yesterday no you didn’t. this was supposed to be a quick drabble oops. but it's finals week so i'm offering this piece of fluff to maintain sanity and gush over the meet cute i will never have. if y’all are also dealing with finals, i'm wishing you the best !!

satoru strolls down the bustling streets with a quiet hum, hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets to keep them away from the bite of the cold breeze. his boots crunch against the thin layer of melting ice that has formed overnight, now warming under the cold afternoon sun that coyly hides behind gray clouds.

honestly, he wasn't the biggest fan of weather like this, and he wouldn't have stepped out on any other day. but one meeting with the higher ups had his mood souring, and shoko had suggested he take a walk, maybe grab something to eat.

he knew better than to argue with her, especially since she could somehow read him better than most people could—scary.

so here he was, trudging down the streets of tokyo with his hat pulled over his ears, cheeks pink from the frosty air as it dances across his skin. despite the weather, satoru thinks there's something oddly peaceful about the city, the quiet chatter and sounds of boots scuffing against pavement as he turns a corner to head to the nearby vending machines he's frequented so many times.

the peace is broken by an annoyed grunt, and satoru looks up.

"are you serious?" another irritated groan. "of all the days…"

he takes in the scene with interest.

even with all the anger that he's not quite understanding, he thinks you're so undeniably pretty—puffy jacket hugging your body and the warm scarf resting around your neck. your brows are furrowed, exasperation tugging your features into expressions that shouldn't look so endearing.

you groan again, slamming your curled fist against the glass of the vending machine—frustration ticks at your brow.

and why wouldn't it?

nothing was going your way today. it had already started off badly, the atmosphere filled with gloom that made it impossible to want to leave bed. but you had to force yourself to miserably extract your body from the warm cocoon of blankets and pillows that urged you back with a siren's call—a promise of comfort that looked all too enticing.

and then, when you finally did manage to drag yourself to the library to sit down and study, nothing was sticking. you read through paragraphs over and over until your head was spinning, dizzy with information that wouldn't absorb, and that fact is nothing if not disheartening. the impending quickness with which your final exams were approaching made you feel even sicker, so you decided to take a twenty minute break to grab a drink from the nearby vending machines.

but of course, even that couldn't just work out.

satoru watches you stand in front of the machine with a glare, before you're shoving your weight against it, huffing as it remains in place and hoping that at least one of your efforts will prove to be fruitful. he's talking before he can help himself.

"hey, you need some help?"

you turn to face the owner of the voice, finding cerulean eyes behind black shades that so directly contrast the white of his snowy hair. he's tall—abnormally so as he peers down at you with curiosity and a bit of mirth.

you think you've never seen a man so handsome in your life.

then you remember he's asked you a question, and you attempt to swallow down the unnecessary nerves that have taken root in the pit of your stomach. "oh, my uh…my drink got stuck," you reply somewhat lamely, cheeks heating up under his gaze as you think about how utterly ridiculous you must've looked to passersby.

satoru's eyes travel from your face to the machine, noticing the way your drink of choice is stuck in a frozen free fall against the glass and the rack. he sighs in exasperation. "tried hitting it?" he asks, walking closer to stand next to you and take a closer look, even though he knows the answer already.

you're not sure what it is, but this man exudes a certain energy—confidence that leaks through his very skin. it makes you feel like you have no right to be standing this close to him, but all he does is smile at you patiently, waiting for an answer.

so you nod, brows ticking again as the dull throbbing in your fist reminds you of how you had lost the battle with the greedy machine. "yeah, i've been hitting it for the last ten minutes. didn't budge," you sigh, checking your phone to see that there are only a little over five minutes remaining for your quick break. "what a waste of time and money."

satoru watches you shrug helplessly, smiling up at him. "oh well—"

he takes two long strides until he stands right in front of the machine, grips the edges, and shakes it hard.

satoru can feel you gape at him, at the unfiltered display of strength, and the unbothered expression on his face that tells you it didn't faze him. you hadn't been able to move the machine even an inch.

his powerful movements earn you a tell tale thunk, and your heart leaps in excitement as he bends down to push his hand through the slot and pull out your drink. he returns to his full height, an easy smile on his face as he turns around and hands it to you.

"thank you." your voice comes out breathless, a weird kind of excitement thrumming through your veins because it feels like you aren't supposed to know this man.

satoru's smile stretches further when your fingers graze his, taking the drink and popping it open eagerly. he watches you take a sip, oddly pleased with himself at the sheer joy on your face. he doesn't quite understand why this drink looks like it's made your day, but he doesn't ask because you look so sweet drinking it.

"how did you do that anyway?" you ask after you drink a little, curiosity so obvious in your tone. "i tried so hard to move it and it didn't budge at all."

satoru smothers a smile, fighting back the urge to say something stupid. instead he grins, cheeks warming a little under your eager stare. "guess i'm just strong."

you make a face, raising a brow with a playfully disbelieving expression as you cross your arms—to which satoru just laughs. "what's your name?" he asks.

you purse your lips, hiding a smile as you tuck your nose behind your scarf. you give him your name, almost shyly, and satoru tests it on his tongue. he decides he likes the flow, cocking his head as he replies with his own.

"satoru."

for once, the pressure of his last name doesn't permeate the air, and he's all too grateful for it. he turns around to approach the machine again, and he can feel your somewhat confused gaze on his back.

you watch as he stands there for a good minute, his back to you as he ponders the choices in the vending machine like they'll lead to life or death. then he shoves in a bill and clicks a few buttons, and within a couple of seconds, you hear the thud of two things falling.

he remains facing away from you for a few more seconds and then turns around, and you see that he's bought a chocolate bar and the same drink that you have in your hands. you raise a brow.

"well you did almost just lose your life trying to fight a vending machine for it," he says, shrugging his shoulder nonchalantly. "figured it'd be good to try."

you sputter over your words, embarrassment crawling up your neck, but satoru laughs good-naturedly. his eyes shine with mirth as his shoulders relax. "i'm kidding." he stresses, smiling into the collar of his jacket. "but it does look good so…"

he opens the drink and takes a sip, eyes squeezing shut dramatically as he hums at the sweet flavors washing over his tongue. you suddenly feel like getting revenge for his unfiltered teasing.

"well?" you hum cheekily, taking a sip of your own and raising a playful brow. "taste good?"

satoru laughs—a full, pristine sound that makes him throw his head back. "yeah," he agrees easily, feeling oddly fond of the way your voice curls around your words. "it's sweet, i like it. you've got great taste."

somehow the words of this man you've met not five minutes ago cause the muscles of your heart to trip over themselves. you watch him peel open the candy bar, a brand that's unfamiliar to you.

"what'd you get?" you ask, unsure of where the confidence to speak up is coming from. a man like satoru—so unflinchingly ethereal—would normally have your lips zipping and throat muted.

he holds up the bar with a grin. "my favorite."

there's a pause, followed by your sheepish smile, and satoru gapes at you, cerulean widening so clearly behind a backdrop of white. he takes in your innocently confused expression and his ribcage shakes with thuds. "what, you've never tried it?!"

before you can even shake your head no, he's breaking off a piece and handing it to you.

"no, oh my goodness, it's yours—"

"take it." he pushes his hand closer to you, eyes staring imploringly, and you sigh, reaching up to take the piece from between his fingers. a graze of skin—he's warm.

"thank you." you slip the piece past your lips, not at all surprised by its sweetness and yet a little taken aback by its underlying comfort—a rush of warmth.

"good." you're nodding, smiling between chews as satoru's stomach flips. "really good."

he chuckles, all too triumphant for something so menial. "told ya."

you laugh, a quiet subdued sound that satoru wishes he could hear more of. "thanks for getting my drink out," you say. "i really needed it today."

"oh yeah?" he finds himself asking. "how come?"

you sigh, smile dropping as a bit of fatigue makes itself comfortable on your face. "ah well, i've got final exams this week. i've been studying like crazy. nothing's really sticking, and the closer i get to the exams, the more annoyed and stressed i get."

satoru hums, not envying you for a minute.

"so it kinda felt like a kick in the butt from the universe when the drink decided to not just…"

he laughs again, taking another piece of chocolate and chewing on it soundlessly. "i gotcha."

you grin, curling your fingers around each other to diffuse some warmth back into them. "yeah."

there's a silence that follows—not uncomfortable, not unwelcome. you take quiet sips of your drink, and satoru breaks off little pieces of the chocolate bar to chew on. his eyes linger on you, watching the way your lips curl around the bottle, the way your fingers rub against each other, the way the cold has settled into your nose and cheeks and made a home amongst your skin.

when you look up at him, he looks away, throat oddly parched. his fingers flex.

"here, the rest is for you," he says, pushing the half finished candy bar into your hands.

you shake your head immediately. "no way! you paid for it! besides isn't this your favorite snack?"

satoru shrugs, shoving his hands into his pockets with a grin that looks too happy. "you liked it, didn't you?"

you nod, slowly, like you're confused at what he's getting at. "well then, enjoy the rest of it. i buy them all the time—i don't mind sharing this one."

you can't help the soft smile that graces your lips, looking up at him with an odd sense of gratitude and surprise—touched that someone could be so casually kind.

"then thank you," you laugh quietly, eyes fluttering against the gust of cool wind that tickles your skin. "i'll enjoy it."

satoru grins, uncharacteristically pleased—he won't ever admit it, but he's glad shoko told him to take a walk. he'll have to thank her when he gets back.

he clears his throat, offering you a small wave as he turns on his heel to head back to the school. "well then, see you around. good luck with your studies, yeah?"

you smile with a gentle nod, oddly rejuvenated after seeing bright blue eyes and snowy hair. "thank you."

and then he's disappeared into the crowds. you laugh to yourself quietly, looking down at your drink and the half-eaten candy bar nestled between your fingers. a part of you feels strangely forlorn, wishing that you had the guts or confidence to talk to him a little longer—ask a little more.

but you've never been good at that, so even just this small happiness you'll take in stride. you grin to yourself, shoving the drink into your bag and slinging it over your shoulders.

you begin walking back to the library, fingers breaking off pieces of the chocolate and savoring the sweetness on your tongue. somehow you didn't expect a man with such an imposing presence to enjoy simple sweet things like this, but that just makes you all the more fond of him.

by the time you've reached the entrance of the library, you're shoving the last piece of chocolate into your mouth, sighing as the doors of reality swing open once more. the meager slice of giddiness that enveloped your very being dissolves, and all the reminders of what's left to do come back to suffocate you.

you bite back a groan, about to throw the empty wrapper in the trash when something catches your eye. you double-take, peering down at it with wide eyes and rapidly heating skin. there are a set of numbers scrawled there, along with a haphazardly written message:

in case you need someone to fight another vending machine for you -satoru <3

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annab-nana · 4 months

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“Please get off the lake-the ice is too thin to skate on and I don’t want to have to jump in after you.” With the fruity four. God Eddie would be so scared and worried but you and Robin are just having so much fun🥺

eddie is a nervous nelly and i love it hahah

warnings: not proofread

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"does the ice look a little too thin to you guys?" eddie asked as you and robin laced up your skates.

"i don't think so," you told him honestly. was it the thickest ice you've ever laid eyes on? no, but it looked fine to you.

normally, steve would be the determiner of ice thickness, but in her haste to get out the door this morning, nancy only grabbed one of her skates. steve offered to drop robin with you and eddie while he took nancy back to her place to get her other ice skate. so it was just you, robin, and a very nervous eddie.

"are you not joining us?" robin questioned eddie once she took notice of how he wasn't changing out his boots for skates.

"nah," he responded, his breath visible as it exited his mouth, "i think i'll wait for steve and nancy to get back.

"suit yourself," robin stated. she stood and held her hand out to you. "let's go shred some ice."

"wait," eddie called, standing when you two neared the edge of the lake. "why don't we all wait for them to get back? then, we can all skate together."

robin rolled her eyes and shook her head while you spoke up. "eddie, we've been waiting all year for the weather to get like this so we could skate."

"and steve literally told me before he left to go ahead and start without him," robin added. "if you want to skate together, then come on and skate with us."

eddie's lack of movement told you both he was going to wait, so you made your way onto the lake.

about five minutes passed of you two having the time of your lives on the ice and of eddie sitting on the edge of the bench before he had had enough.

"y/n! robin!" your giggles of glee quietened at the sound of your names and you glided over to eddie. "please get off the lake. the ice is too thin to skate on and i don’t want to have to jump in after you, so please, for my sanity, get off the lake."

robin went to protest, but your hand on her shoulder stopped her.

"okay," you gave in, turning to robin who threw you an incredulous look. "we can wait until steve comes back. he'll feel better once he's got steve's approval and they should be back any minute now anyway."

"fine," robin replied with no enthusiasm at all.

"oh thank god," eddie breathed out, hugging you both once you were safely off the lake. robin pushed back a little bit while you let him hug you.

"sorry about her," you mumbled into eddie's ear when you pulled away.

"well, you know what you have to do now, munson?" robin proposed while you and eddie both waited to see where she was headed. "you have to entertain us, so go ahead. entertain."

eddie looked at you to which you shrugged. then, he let his eyes scan the area around you all.

"wanna make snow angels or build a snowman?" he inquired, looking between the two of you.

robin and you shared a look in your eye and you knew then that you were both choosing the same thing.

"snowman."

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mrcleanheichou · 1 year

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Wolves Are (Not) Scary Chapter 13

Pairing: Werewolf!BTS X Female human reader

Genre: Fluff, smut, angst

Warnings: There’s smut in this chapter :) some brief pussy eating and doggy style (wolfie style?) also Jimin is a bit of a jerk.

Word count: 3,028

Summary: All Y/N wants to do is find her creativity and motivation but she finds 7 werewolves instead.

Author note: Everyone please get your tomatoes ready to throw and boo at me because I’m a liar and I deserve it. Remember when I said this chapter was gonna be 5k? Welp that didn’t happen. BUT this is my longest chapter. The dang smut scene tripped me up so if it seems rushed please know I threw in the towel for my own sanity and said fuck it Joonie is a 2 pump chump today.

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Chapter 12 // Chapter 13 // Chapter 14

1 year ago

If you had to pick a favorite room in the spacious house your pack resides in it would be the library. Before you came along it was mainly Namjoon’s refuge away from the rest of the members. After many years together the younger wolves have learned that if Namjoon is reading to only bother him when its an emergency. Reading and gaining knowledge on many different subjects is one of life’s many pleasures for Namjoon. Getting lost in a good book lets him escape his many responsibilities even if it’s for a short while.

That all changed when you showed up. Namjoon saw you fall in love with his sacred dwelling and he let you carve your own little space within it. He reluctantly let some of his philosophy books be replaced with your beloved romance novels. With you spending a large portion of your time within the space eventually led to the three younger wolves coming in too. That lasted a week until the alpha’s patience wore thin and once again banished them from the room. It may or may not have been partly due to Jimin’s constant pestering to read the smut scenes in your novels with you. You offered to lend him your Kindle so he could read the ‘Ice planet Barbarians’ series on his own but he said it wasn’t the same without you.

In the relative darkness the only light emanating in the room is from a tall floor lamp next to the comfortable red suede sofa you’re sharing with Hoseok. Who was currently softly snoring, splayed out on his back in wolf form, paws in the air and head your lap. You ran a hand through the thick tan fur on his chest and held a thick vampire romance book in the other. You were finally getting to the ‘spicy’ scene after 500 pages of slow burn enemies to lovers when a hand on your shoulder made you jump slightly.

“Hey, it’s late lets get you to bed.”

“What time is it?” You ask stretching your arms and groaning. Time always seems to fly when you read.

“Midnight” He answered while helping you carefully maneuver out from under Hoseok. Learning from experience that the older wolf does not like being woken up and will curse out anyone indiscriminately for doing it.

Once your other mate was situated you followed Namjoon up towards your room.

The house you lived in was huge so every original member had their own bedroom. The royal pack allocates housing funds based on amount of pack members. The bigger the pack the bigger the housing fund was. They often build houses for packs before they’re even finished being formed. For as inclusive the moon goddess is, it seemed the court hasn’t upheld that value when it comes to making space for potential children. Adoption is definitely a thing in the werewolf world, and many packs that are all the same sex do still have parental desires. Unfortunately room isn’t often accounted for them. The sale of original pack houses is permitted it’s just a long process but many packs seeking extra space will jump through hoops to buy and trade housing to get what they desire. Often child free packs are willing to move or packs that decide to relocate to other cities or countries all together. It’s like the human world with more (annoying) rules.

All of that meant there was no room for you in the beginning. Instead of packing up and buying a new place that no one including you wanted to do, Jimin ended up giving up his room and voluntarily moving in with Taehyung. The pair sleep together the majority of the time anyway.

Although often the members preferred to sleep with a varying number of other members together rather than alone, but having a personal space to themselves where they can be alone is also important. Since you were human and not used to pack living they all definitely wanted you to be able to have your space as to not overwhelm you.

You always wondered how the higher ups got a hold of so much money. Yoongi said that they do lots of dealings with Governments around the world and some officials were actually werewolves. They operate behind the scenes and take steps to make sure human and werewolf relations remain civil.

The public may not know of their existence but the international elites and the chaebols of Korea know of their existence. Back in the age of royal dynasties many kings used werewolves as close body guards. Even when not shifted a werewolf is more powerful than a normal human. Enhanced hearing and sense of smell were huge advantages which made their existence beneficial and solidified the safety of the werewolf species as a whole.

Opening your covers and helping you into bed Namjoon gave you a quick kiss before turning to head out.

“Can you sleep here tonight?” you ask grabbing his wrist before he could leave, giving your best attempt at ‘puppy dog eyes’ you could muster.

He let out a fake exasperated sigh and an exaggerated eye roll before flashing a dimpled smile, “I guess.”

You let out a noise of triumph before scooting over to make room for the large man. He got comfortable wrapping himself around you from behind and relaxed his seemingly always tense muscles. After thirty minutes you could tell by his breathing that he wasn’t asleep. Knowing he was awake was keeping you awake so you deciding to do what you know could have any man sleeping afterwards.

Starting to slowly push your hips back into his you smirked when his hold on you tightened. A few well practiced circles had resulted in his unmistakable hardness poking into your butt.

“What are you doing?” Namjoon asked in a voice that implied he knew exactly what you were doing.

“I’m helping you sleep.”

“You’re doing the exact opposite,” He teased while moving to give you room to lay on your back. He snorts as he sees you rush to pull down your pajama shorts and underwear. “Someone’s eager.”

“It’s not everyday I get to have my alpha like this.” You say as you open your legs for him to slot between them. This causes Namjoon to frown and lean down to look in your eyes and gently stroke your cheek.

“Do you feel like I neglect you?”

“No, no it’s not like that,” You stammered trying unsuccessfully to get Namjoon to back up so you could sit up. Giving up when he wouldn’t budge you sighed, “It’s just that… I know I've already been here for a while so I should be used to it by now but I’m still trying to get used to the whole pack thing. Living with seven men with different personalities it sometimes feels like someone gets lost in the fray. I feel guilty for spending so much time with the maknaes and not enough with everyone else. When you came home and I went upstairs with Hobi I did feel bad for going with him.”

Namjoon frowns a little before moving back and grabbing a pillow to place under your hips to elevate them to his liking.

“Let me see you.” He says rubbing your outer thighs as you rush to pull down your shorts and panties. The articles of clothing were unceremoniously tossed behind him landing near your dresser. He uses his fingers to spread open your lower lips and stares at your warm inviting hole as if he wanted to eat you whole like the big bad wolf he is. “Pretty girl.”

You sigh happily as he scoots down the bed to lay on his stomach and then licks a slow swipe up your pussy ending at your clit. The feeling had your spine arching up off the bed as Namjoon’s lips create a delicious toe curling suction. “Oh shit!”

As an alpha Namjoon liked to be in control at all times, that included during sex. You found that out the first time you tried to straddle him. It’s in his nature to take that as a dominance challenge. That action resulted in one of the roughest fucking in your life. You finally found out what Ariana Grande was talking about in the ‘Side to Side’ song. You also learned that Jimin loved doing that to him because he was a little glutton for punishment.

Unfortunately alphas can be exhausting to deal with as a whole and practice a bit of toxic masculinity pushed by their inner wolves. So keeping that in mind you were actively trying to not tangle your hand in his hair and grind onto his face. You were gonna get what he gave you, the way he wanted to give it and you were going to like it.

That was the complete opposite of Yoongi who loves for you to use use him to get off. If asked you’d say the best orgasm you’d ever had was the time he had you sit on his face while Jin sucked him off. All of his needy whines and groans against your pussy while he forced your hips down in a vice like grip. In the beginning you hesitated when asked to ‘suffocate’ him with your thighs. That wasn’t something you had ever done with your human exes but you grew to love it and crave it. He was the best out of your mates at eating you out and according to Taehyung he was the best cock sucker too. Yoongi called it his ‘Tongue technology’.

Namjoon working two fingers into you and immediately finding your G spot, brought you out of your thoughts. “Focus on me. Or I’ll leave you here.” He growls lowly.

A shiver runs through you in not a wholly unpleasant way. His attempts at using his alpha voice always got on your nerves except when in bed. This is the only time you willingly submit to the werewolf.

“No, please fuck me alpha.” You whine as he removes his fingers only to add a third in an attempt to prepare you for what was to come. It’s always futile, no matter how many times you have sex with any of the pack members you always have to psych yourself up in preparation of taking their knots. Over the past few years it’s definitely gotten easier but when it comes to you they all know to try to ease it in slow unlike the animalistic way they shove their knots into each other. The human body just wasn’t built to take a toll like that, much to your annoyance.

Namjoon gets off the foot of the bed to remove his pajama pants revealing the fact he was going commando. Giving his large leaking erection a few strokes as he waited for you to turn over onto your hands and knees. Another alpha quirk you’ve learned is his favoritism of this submissive position.

“Back up,” he commanded gesturing to the edge of the foot of the bed. “Good girl.”

Aligning himself with your entrance Namjoon pushes in his girth all the way in with a groan. Rubbing circles on the sides of your waist where he was holding onto you he stayed still giving you time to adjust. You turned your head back after a minute and nodded to him to give the okay to start moving but he didn’t.

“Move, please!” you whined desperately.

“No, I’m tired.” Namjoon says with a smirk. “If you want it you do the work.”

He lets go of you and proceeds to fold his arms at his chest waiting for your compliance. With a pout you start moving your hips starting off slow before picking up rhythm. You give one good slam back which causes the headboard of your bed to smack the wall loudly.

“It’s late, don’t wake anyone up.” Namjoon chastises with a light smack to your ass.

You roll your eyes but decide not to argue. Your obedience was rewarded as you felt your alpha lean over you with one hand on the bed and the other slipping between your thighs.

“Oh fuck!” you gasp and lose the strength to hold yourself as he expertly plays with your clit. Namjoon enjoys the way your velvety walls clamp down on him as you orgasm. He takes this opportunity to ease his knot in and spill his hot cum with a loud drawn out groan of your name.

You were both flying high on an endorphin rush, it was over quickly but you didn’t care. Namjoon stayed holding himself up trying not to crush under his weight. He very much didn’t want to move because every movement pulled on his sensitive knot. Knowing you would be stuck like this for twenty minutes he wanted to be comfortable. Wincing, he pulls you up to awkwardly carry you back to the top of the bed.

You settled in under the blankets with him spooning you from behind. Even though you were tired you still couldn’t sleep. The feeling of his knot throbbing was distracting so you decided to ask a question you’ve been thinking for a long time.

“Hey Joonie? Can I ask you a question?”

The man just hummed a noise that you took to mean yes.

“How did you become the alpha?”

“Every last full moon of the year there’s a large festival where all of the packs in the country that have young wolves who have turned eighteen converge. It lasts the full three days of mandatory shifting. Pack members are added to each forming pack every time the festival comes around and the minute the future alpha is found for each pack they are immediately put in charge. I wasn’t the original alpha it was actually Hoseok hyung who was chosen. Since he’s older than me he was added to the pack before me.”

Your eyebrows went up, It takes a special type of werewolf to run a pack and you couldn’t envision Hobi doing that. Although the older wolf definitely kept the younger three wolves in check he was really sweet the majority of the time.

“When my pack was chosen for me after five other wolves I met Jin hyung and Yoongi hyung and him. We were making plans with our respective families when all of a sudden the moon witches made an announcement that there was to be an alpha switch. It was actually a bit of a controversy at the time. It’s rare for the moon goddess to change her mind. The witches thought it might be because of my lineage. I come from a family line with three alphas. My great grandfather, grandfather and father were all alphas of their packs.”

“Was Hobi mad about it?”

“He was definitely resentful, he rarely spoke to me the first couple months I lived in the pack house but he eventually got over it. He has since told me multiple times he is so relieved it’s not him because he feels like he wouldn’t be as patient and might have strangled the maknaes by now.”

You laugh at that, Namjoon’s breath hitched as your core squeezed him rhythmically. Satisfied with his answer you tried again and succeeded in falling asleep. You didn’t feel when Namjoon’s knot released or when he got up and cleaned you up with his discarded shirt before settling back behind you and drifting off as well.

Present Day

“None of you can look me in the eyes and tell me you’re okay with this! You know what’s gonna happen to them!” Taehyung yells exasperatedly at the rest of the wolves who were sitting in silence in the spacious hotel room. The tension so thick all it took was this outburst to make it boil over.

“It’s what Namjoon wants so drop it.” Hoseok says lowly as he lays on one of the two king sized beds, stroking Yoongi’s fur. The older wolf was still transformed and unconscious after Yoona fixed his arm. The witch gave him a potion to stay in that state to aide in healing.

“Drop it? You expect me to drop it?! How can you be so fucking heartless?” Taehyung’s voice shakes as he’s fighting to stop from breaking into a sobbing mess. “You’re the one who could talk the most sense into him.”

Hoseok drops his gaze and turns his head away.

“Please just try!” Taehyung grabs onto the older wolf’s shoulders shaking him and finally letting the tears escape.

“Taehyung,” Jimin grabs the back of his shirt and pulls him away. “You’re thinking with your heart and not your brain. Jungkook is dangerous, it may have been an ‘accident’” he emphasizes with air quotes, “ but this has been a running theme with him. He is not a pup anymore, he’s had years to start acting like an adult and he can’t manage to do that so now we’re all suffering for it. It was only a matter of time before he fucked up enough to get unmated.”

Taehyung looked at him incredulously not believing his ears that Jimin could just say those things about their other mate. Jimin pushes him back into the wall and looking into his eyes with their foreheads almost touching.

“Get. Out. Of. My. Face.” Taehyung snarls.

“I’m right and you know it. You just can’t handle the truth. Both Jungkook and Y/N are detrimental to the health of this pack. She continuously babies him and feeds into his behavior. Our alpha knows what’s best for us, it’s about time you realize that, fall in line or get out.”

“Jimin! Knock it off.” Jin growls walking out of the bathroom. “You’re not helping.”

“You know what?” Taehyung snaps, “I’m leaving.”

Pushing away from Jimin and bumping into the smaller wolf’s shoulder he practically runs out of the room completely ignoring Jin calling out for him to wait. He knew the minute the door slammed behind him he might have made a mistake but he just couldn’t live with Namjoon’s decision. Even if it means going through the unmating process too.

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marvelous-llama · 8 months

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ATEEZ recs

<<original book

most of the mentioned works is 18+ NSFW, MINORS DNI

pls don´t hesitate to hmu, if any of mentioned links doesn´t work or you have suggestions for more fics... thank you so much for all the love and comments

one shots

aemulus by @sluttywonwoo

Seonghwa x fem!reader (wc - 8.1k) academic rivals, fake dating - angst, smut, fluff park seonghwa is in no position to ask you for a favor. but being underqualified for something has never stopped him before.

lit candles & a strange vibe by @h4rts4woo

Seonghwa x fem!reader (wc - 0.7k) friends to lovers - smut, fluff? massaging your friend is totally normal right? And fucking them afterwards too….right?

Desire by @shinestarhwaa

Seonghwa x fem!reader (wc - 0.9k) friends to lovers - smut

Super Soaker by @akistaytiny

Seonghwa x fem!reader (wc - 1.8k) established relationship, Waterbomb festival Tokyo 2023 - smut

Under the Moonlight by @starillusion13

Seonghwa x fem!reader (wc - 5k) vampire AU, mates - angst, smut

happy new year by @mingigoo

Seonghwa x fem!reader (wc - 9.2k) enemies to lovers - angst, fluff, smut after a hell of a night of drinking god knows what, you wake up in the arms of your sworn enemy. Clothes? Gone. Sanity? Also gone. That is, until he wakes up before you get the chance to leave.

persistent desire by @brosvt

Seonghwa x fem!reader (wc - 6k) friends to lovers, university AU - fluff, smut you and your childhood friends go drinking, and seonghwa confesses that he has at some point been attracted to you

sleep-talker by @mingigoo

Seonghwa x fem!reader (wc - 10.2k) roommates, enemies to lover, one bed trope - angst, smut, fluff when you and your friends decide on a trip to the beach for spring break, you get stuck rooming with the man you "hate" the most. The line between love and hate is as thin as ice, and you were about to break it.

my shy boy by @leeehye

Seonghwa x fem!reader (wc - 2.3k) best friends to lovers - angst, fluff Seonghwa’s rejection to Y/n might turn out unexpected after time. But why did he reject her in the first place?

Home by @hwalloween

Seonghwa x fem!reader (wc - 5.8k) exes to lovers, tattoo artist!Seonghwa - angst, smut, fluff Seonghwa and you broke up over a year ago. If you were over him, why were you knocking at his door?

Good Neighbour by @songmingisthighs

Seonghwa x fem!reader (wc - 3.8k) neighbour AU, nerd!Seonghwa - smut

Deja Vu by @sorryimananti-romantic

Seonghwa x fem!reader (wc - 22k) reincarnation AU, Persephone & Hades AU, slowburn - fluff, angst, suggestive, violence you move to the city to open a floral cafe with wooyoung but encounter seonghwa by chance and become involved with him as he investigates the biggest drug scandal in the history of wonderland. however, a number of coincidences follow and you start to question if you were meant to meet him especially when you're plagued by dreams of another life with him. as the events of the past intertwine with the present, you both struggle to keep your feelings in check.

Mr. Popular by @wooyoungiewritings

Seonghwa x fem!reader (wc - 21.8k) strangers > friends > lovers - fluff, angst(ish), smut After your best friend leaves you alone at the party, you find yourself in an unfortunate situation, until an unexpected savior comes to save the day. Seonghwa, the popular guy, ends up being your knight in shining armor, but he also happens to be the guy your best friend is currently crushing on. So what do you do, when you find yourself getting to know him and he makes you feel things you shouldn't?

Ref:rain by @shocymer

Seonghwa x fem!reader (wc - 3k) best friends to lovers, slowburn - angst, smut, hurt/comfort He was young and reckless, but loving you is another exception. After all this time refrained his feelings that spilled over in the midst of rain, he only wished for you to return his favor.

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you´re the one that i want by @ateezmakemeweep

Seonghwa x fem!reader bad boy!Seonghwa, university AU - angst, fluff, smut you expected to spend summer the way you always did: holed up in your aunts beach house hosting friday night bingo and sunday afternoon barbecues. instead, you find yourself pulled into a summer romance with the first boy to make your heart flutter despite the darkness and mystery that surrounds him. you expected to start at a new school that upcoming fall on a clean slate, your head still swarming with the boy who left you with a kiss on the lips and a promise to see you soon. but apparently, sooner meant in homeroom, your eyes meeting and the familiarity flashing in them immediately. you expected his smile to be as bright as yours so why was he looking at you like he never wanted to see you again?

Facade by @gamerwoo

Seonghwa x fem!reader royal AU, arranged marriage, slowburn - angst, fluff, smut Being an assassin, you’ll do anything for anybody as long as they can pay for it. However, you might’ve met your match after meeting your next target, Park Seonghwa, the prince of the kingdom. It’s not that his fighting skills match yours or that he’s even a little suspicious of you – it’s how he has a heart of gold, cares so deeply for his kingdom, and would do anything for you despite the fact he has only just met you. So now you have to make a choice: fail your orders and accept death…or kill the man you’ve fallen in love with.

#ateez #ateez x reader #ateez recs #park seonghwa #seonghwa #seonghwa x reader

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comfysofti · 2 months

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Okay, hi people!!!

Glad my post regarding my fan princess incarnation got some(although small) attention, so gonna share some notes regarding her and voice that accompanies her chapters!!!

Starting of with Voice of Authority, aka voice that accompanies her chapters:

Generally speaking, other voices don't like him, and usually just argue with him a lot(he hates them, they hate him. Harmony). The only voices who doesn't hate him, is Broken(because Authority reminds him of Tower, hence him leaning to Authority, and siding with him in most cases. He's also just easy to influence in Authority's opinion) and Stubborn(he simply respects Authority in a way, and Authority himself shares the feeling because Stubborn is the only voice that he sees as he's equal in a way. Although the two have aspects that they hate about eachother, they still respect one another and make a good team)

Authority is all about having control over the player, and what they do with the princess. In his eyes princess is nothing more but a joke, because she's absolutely terrified of him, despite all those claims from Narrator that she's dangerous. And the player? He feels like they're something bigger than they are, so he's forcing them to kill the princess, aka, quote: "the obstacle in way of our true potential". He sees both other voices and the princess as something that's in the way of them(or the body) to get to their true, full potential. Their power as a god. You could also say that Authority can represent this selfish and power hungry part of being a god(in some cases!!!) when you only care about yourself, and getting more power not caring for anyone or anything else in your way. Although he's more leaning into side of having total control, despising those who are weak and can't even look at him without fear and respecting those on similar/higher power levels

Authority can be compared to Tower in terms of power(both can easily ignore Narrator and change the narrative to their liking, and both have full control of players body when they wish). Also, amongst all princess variants he would only like the Tower, because he sees her as someone more powerful than him. The power, they should be focusing on getting. Although im not sure if the two would get along, Authority holds respect to those who he considers he's equal or more powerful than him, and usually doesn't act aggressive with them, so again, he would deeply respect Tower, but wouldn't really let himself fall under her control

About the princess:

Both the Terrified and the Fragile, are perspectives in which player sees a princess as someone weak despite Narrator claiming otherwise, but not in the same way, it is seen in Damsel. While the Damsel is, well, a princess in trouble, kinda weak, the Terrified and the Fragile are paranoid, broken, traumatized kind of weak. And the voice of Authority, is complete opposite to her. While princess in those incarnations is weak, terrified, powerless, Voice of Authority is strong, controlling, powerful. While princess is thin ice in beginning of winter, easily broken by smallest leaf falling on it, Voice of Authority is sun's heat, easily melting everything in it's wake, no matter from what it's made

The Terrified, was trying to avoid seeing the player again, by trying to destroy the cabin, and then herself(using shards of broken glass to pierce her heart, and what not)which failed, leading to her cabin and basement looking like they'll crumble at any moment, but also abandoned, from the amount of time loops that had reset with each her death, but since player never reached her in them(from how quick she was being with her desperate attempts to end her existence)this is just a chapter 2, only one new voice, while princess kept memories of each of her failures to avoid meeting the player again, leading to her loosing her sanity

The Fragile, is made of glass, and as i mentioned in my previous post regarding her, some shards of her seem missing. Why? Because she was slowly crumbling from despair and pain. She made herself hollow, or at least tried to, but it just led to her self destructing, aka her body crumbling, leading to few shards of her body missing. And yes, played would find them laying around the basement

Those incarnations of the princess aren't bound by the chain, because player doesn't see them as strong or even the smallest of threat, so the only reminders of her even having shackle on her arm, is thin scar on her arm, where it used to be. It's prominent in Fragile, in a way, that the scar is made of red, thin line of glass on her arm, while in Terrified, she's constantly hiding it with her hand, or at least attempts to, but fails because it constantly bleeds, symbolising her trying to break the loop so many times, her body just stopped healing with time

Honestly, im pretty sure i don't have anything else to add regarding The Voice of Authority and "The Terrified" -> "The Fragile" so that's all, unless someone has questions <:33

Also, thanks for reading this <33

#slay the princess #fan princess incarnation goes brrr #stp #stp princess #stp voices #i love my princess incarnations so much <33 #still need to design them tho but i don't really have time for that rn #also voice of Authority is a bitch #all i have to say about him

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zhongrin · 2 years

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cruel

◇ characters ◇ albedo

◇ tags ◇ ⚠️ torture, gore, violence, major character death, dark themes, mindbreak(?), angst ⚠️ ⬙ just... don't tell me i didn't warn you haha

◇ a/n ◇ *AGGRESSIVELY BANGS POTS AND PANS* ALBEDO KISSERS WAKE UP I MADE FOOD *serves you a plate of stir-fried bitter gourd with jueyun chilis*

one day, everything will return to the soil of teyvat.

humans, animals, plants, chalks - it matters not who or what you are, when celestia calls for your soul, you have to depart. it doesn't matter how hard you wish to stay. it matters not how determined the others are for you to stay. they say your death is sealed from the day you were born, and just like him who will one day turn into dust, he understands that you will do the same.

all he ever wished for was for the moment leading to your eternal rest to be a peaceful one.

....

why can't the cruel monsters gods at least grant him that single wish?

he's never hated alchemy in his life, but he's starting to think he does, now.

now, when bruises and cuts are blooming across your body, like some sort of a sick painting that constantly changes when touched. your eyes are unfocused, and you've long since abandoned the efforts to keep quiet, yet your screams have long since settled into silent hisses and breathless whimpers.

"feel like talking yet, chief alchemist?! now tell us where you're keeping rhinedottir's potion of wisdom!!"

"i-i don't have- there are no-" he gasps, voice thin and desperate and weak, "please-"

albedo rarely stutters - his words are always calculated and precise, and he's always been able to articulate himself perfectly, always able to unknowingly flaunt his intelligence without any conscious effort on his part. but it's like something in his brain has switched off completely.

he doesn't even know if you're conscious anymore. if you're even still alive at this point, because your blood is everywhere: the cold stone floor, the fatui mages' clothes, his tied-up hands (they had allowed him to hold you at first but they took you away out of his arms' reach when he kept denying their accusations), his clothes (they've all dried up and they clung to his skin and he felt sick from how cold they felt), and his cheek (how long has it been since you two were taken? how long until the knights of favonius arrive? how long until you decide to give up? how long until his sanity breaks?)

he thinks he hears a sickening crack when the battle boots slammed onto your palm. one of your legs twitches, but no sounds escape your throat, and there was no indication that the action has hurt you, but he knows it has to be - your pain tolerance might be high but anyone would at least respond when their bones are smashed to bits. instead, as if it was albedo's own hand that received the brutal treatment, he's the one who yelled in pain.

"i don't have it!! i don't have it i don't have it i don't have it please-"

"hmph.... hey, maybe we should've picked the kid instead."

cold blue eyes widen. teeth gritting, albedo trashes against the shackles, feeling his eyes sting even more after all the prolonged raw crying and lack of sleep for who knows how long.

yet once again, his movements halt when the female cryo mage who had just spoken shrieked in shock as your other hand suddenly grabbed her ankle. relief flooded his chest - you're alive. you're alive and conscious and there's still hope left-

an ice shard

materializes on top of you

and plunges straight onto your back.

....

......

.........?

"ugh, gross! i thought you broke their arm!!"

"i'm pretty sure i did-"

radio static fills his ears, muting the conversations between the agents as his gaze falls towards your eyes. your eyes, where the stardusts should be sparkling and shimmering under even the dimmest light, are empty. devoid of everything, a dark pool of the color it used to be. like charred fishes floating on top of lakewater. the dead rats ransacking his 'supplies' laced with poison. the bird carcass he dissected for anatomical research.

meaningless. insignificant. fragile.

so many hours,

days,

months,

seasons,

he has spent with you.

and yet your death was so quick.

the whisper of your name is soft and tender against his lips. fresh tears fill his eyes, even though he's qute sure he's already far too dehydrated at this point. he weakly tries to scoot over, just to get closer to you, just a little closer-

the agent beside him moves to kick your body away from him, and gloved fingers dig onto his scalp, pulling on the disheveled strands, his usual braids long since gone, his- no, your hair tie already missing since a long time ago. he realizes you were the one who helped him tie it last, and he's lost that, too.

albedo realizes that he misses your touch already. your voice your smile your laugh i miss you i miss you i miss you-

he doesn't even hear the fatui talking to him. doesn't feel the sting on his cheek and his busted lip when they slap him for being unresponsive.

doesn't realize who just came into the cell and causes everyone to tense up and bow respectfully.

"so the puppet still refuses to talk even after their fixer perishes? how amusing."

his throat constricts when this new person flips you over with his polished shoes, scrutinizing your body from behind his odd-shaped mask. he's seen the reports of this very person, though he doesn't exactly look the same as the old photo attached to the papers, but this has to be him.

he's struggling to breathe and all he manages to say is a short plea, "don't-"

one of the man's arms reaches down to hoist your limp form slightly upwards, and the way your head lolls lifelessly like a broken doll makes him choke back a sob. the doctor turns your face this way and that, as if he's inspecting a new specimen to experiment on. his stomach churns when he realizes that... that's all you're reduced to, right now, in this madman's eyes.

"acceptable, i suppose."

"don't you dare!" the guttural and low growl scratches his throat painfully. he thinks he can taste blood - oh, wait, he did injure the inside of his mouth long before while watching your battered body accumulate more and more wounds - "LEAVE THEM ALONE!" please please please don't desecrate them any further don't hurt them even more don't no no no no no no n o please-

"don't worry, kreideprinz."

dottore chuckles as he drags your lifeless body by your hair towards the door, further and further from him, only leaving a heavy trail of blood in its wake, the doctor's last sentence ringing in his ears as he feels the last bit of his sanity leave with you.

is he not even permitted to hold you and kiss you goodbye? can't he just look at you properly just one last time?

"even if they wake up, they won't remember your weak, pathetic self anymore."

ps. if you want to be removed/added from the taglist, just send an ask!

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #albedo #albedo kreideprinz #albedo x reader #READ THE TAGS BEFORE PROCEEDING TQ #rin writes

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thatlilfairyy · 1 year

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Home; s.g

maintaining a secret relationship isn’t exactly easy, especially after a month of not being able to see each other and oh! the fact that he is also one of the top earning professors in your university.

w: f. oral, creampie, m. oral receiving, spit play if you squint, phone sex if it counts?, ilovesugurusomuch, slight overstimulation, reader being submissive, reader is in their twenties, use of daddy once, smutt 😏 mdni

w.c: 4.2k

“i’d like you to meet my incredible professor,” nobara praised loudly, which was unusual of her to boast over someone that wasn’t necessarily her, or maki.

“i’m two years older than you my dearest, there’s no need for me to.”

she began to pout in return and you felt like a piece of shit right then.

“he teaches junior level courses as well you know,” she continued, mumbling underneath her breath before adding on, “he’s up there along with our sensei, satoru!”

“If gojo is teaching them may the lord be with his students.” you prayed for them, knowing maki, megumi, and itadori were all with him right now. the only reason nobara isn’t with them is because she’s skipping lessons.

you were letting her talk as usual, sipping on your iced mango green tea when your phone began to vibrate.

“i heard he’s finally returning from his book tour. gojo sensei wouldn’t stop blabbing about it-“

you caught on to what she was saying. wait, what? he’s back? it had been nearly a little over a month since he picked up his bags and left for his book tour. It was the longest you both had been apart from each other, but you always displayed a smile and a positive attitude when face-timing him, knowing deep down you were already yearning for him to return home. he would often leave for conferences considering he, along with saturo, were one of the highest earning professors in the university, but it would only be for a week or so, not a whole fucking month and fifteen days.

nobara's voice registered through your ears, but your brain was turning mush at the mere thought of just being able to see him again.

2 missed calls

from: s.g

morning muñeca

i need to see your pretty face

same time as usual?

i have a surprise for you

he was back after so long. a smile broke out on your face, causing nobara to look over and smile slyly towards you. all of a sudden your annoyed expression had dissipated into thin air and your eyes were glowing with an expression she hasn’t seen before on you.

it was the fifth vibration that made you choke on your drink. it was him in a bathroom stall with his hand wrapped around the head of his mushroom cock. he seemed composed, but you knew those needy eyes of him.

are you alone?

“hey, i gotta go pee,” you blurted out, disrupting nobara’s train of thought.

“i’ll go with you then.”

“no! just stay and finish your food. i’ve got to take a shit,” you told her without much thought. she grimaced as you rushed over to the public restrooms in your campus.

of course you knew professor suguru, in fact you knew him a little too well.

“i need you so bad, baby,” he heaved out on to the phone’s microphone. he sounded breathless, his voice low and raw. “i’m so sensitive just thinking about you.”

you heard a sharp inhale and found yourself squeezing your thighs together. you pressed the phone over to your mouth, kissing the screen. it’s been so long since you’ve last seen him. weeks since you’ve felt his touch, his warmth, his hands roaming your body. your heart ached for him while your body yearned for his touch once again.

“wish i could bend you over my desk and ruin that sweet little cunt of yours.”

you pressed the palm of your hand against your mouth, exhaling loudly. you needed to be careful, when it came to suguru you’d tend to lose your sanity without a care in the world.

“i wanna hear your voice, baby,” he let out a whiny breath, as if he was trying to restrain himself.

“i-i’m here,” you stammered out on demand. “my professor is holding me back late tonight though.”

he groaned in frustration, you almost did as well. you've never heard him like this before, it had your heart hammering uncontrollably against your chest.

“but i’ll rush over as soon as i’m done.” you compromised with such eagerness, your thighs pressed tightly against each other’s.

“always so eager to please me, mm?”

“of course, i missed you so much,” you told him, wanting nothing more than to skip the remainder of your classes. the way his voice rumbled throughout the phone had you taking in deep breaths. the way this man easily had you so weak was ridiculous. no other man had the privilege to unravel you with just the sound of their voice.

“i want you so badly.” your voice hitched, knees buckling to the thought of him between your thighs. if you weren't sitting down, you'd be on the floor right about now.

“i’ll stay over tonight," you immediately stated, disregarding your plans for the weekend.

“you won’t leave until i say so,” he corrected you, “i’ll make sure i take my sweet time with you this time."

you swallowed thickly, already enticed by the way he sounded so fucking annoyed. did he really want you this badly too? “want me to pick up dinner?”

“i’ve got that covered already.”

"i'll have to go home to get a spare change of clothes and i-"

"i want you here straight after, no exceptions. it's not like you'll be needing them anyway. is that clear enough for you baby, or do i have to explain myself again?"

he was talking to you as if you were his dumb fucking bitch.

"y-yes," you struggled deeply trying to bite back a needy whine. and god were you. “i hear you clear enough now.”

"yes what?"

"yes, daddy." you purred out and the soft exhale he made was enough to have you imagining all the things he could do to you tonight.

—

you rushed over to his apartment downtown, not sparing any second since you knew traffic would be a bitch.

“hii,” you shyly greeted him, having a hard time trying to maintain his alluring gaze. even after all the time spent together, you didn't exactly know why still he drove you near insanity each time he touched you. he had you acting bashfully, soft, and like a damn spoiled princess. it was the way his greedy eyes took in every single part of your body, starting with your eyes, down your lips, to the skin you were purposely showcasing for him in such a delicate satin dress that could fall apart any second.

a dress designed for you, ordered by no other than himself.

he always radiated a dark dominance off him that made you so submissive, but always so bratty. from the moment you both met, you knew he melted away your cold hearted self with his wit, alluring eyes, and charm. a one night stand that ended up into a spiraling mess of nights moaning and shaking within his embrace. not to mention the hundreds of dollars he spent on you, pampering, dressing you up so prettily, all for him to ravish up at the end of the night. nights and days have blurred into a span of endless moments spent together by now.

“sugu-”

his hands were already on your hips, tugging you towards him. the duffel bag in your hold was soon forgotten as you let it drop on the ground without care. your arms were already wrapping around his neck, letting him place his mouth on your neck. he was ghosting your sensitive skin with his breath, running a stripe down the crook of your neck with his tongue.

you let out a small whimper, fingers tugging at his locks to help guide him towards where you wanted him the most. he peppered your neck with soft, languid kisses, marking his way up your neck, towards your chin, and then stopping right at the corner of your lips. your heady, lustful gaze was enough confirmation that you were already yearning for his touch. his hands came up to frame your face in his, cupping your chin as he finally leaned down to properly kiss you.

oh god did you yearn for this man. an ache in your heart blossomed every time you had to part ways, but as he touched like this, it made you hot all over, butterflies emerging from within and soaring into a wave of calmness. suguru after all, made you very nervous still yes, but he also provided you with comfort, a summer warmth, and love. his hold and touch were always gentle unless he was fucking the living brains out of you.

he kissed you desperately, mouths slightly missing from the intensity and anticipation of it. your fingers danced their way down to his rumpled shirt, digging your fingers into the fabric of it as he took your breath away with his soft, plumped lips. your body was already swimming in his scent, getting stimulated by the sensation of his eager touch.

“you’ve made me wait for so fucking long,” he tsked, shaking his head as he pulled away from you. he seemed annoyed, skin flushed, and raven locks disheveled. so beautiful. the dress shirt he was sporting was unbuttoned down to his navel, where a dark patch of his happy trail trailed down the prominent bulge underneath his pants.

you swallowed thickly, eyes widening at how he was already so fucking hard. he didn’t touch himself?

“i couldn’t even get off,” he admitted to you, his lips pressing hot, wet kisses against yours once again. you melted into his touch, letting his arm sneak around your waist, pressing your body flushed against his as he wedged his knee in between your plushy thighs. the fabric of his trousers grazed your already sensitive and pulsing cunt.

your heart hammered against your chest, the anticipation sending chills down your spine. he was manhandling you, moving your body to his liking. it was as if he couldn't get enough of you. “i’m so fucked, baby. i need you now, please.”

he inhaled your scent, his hands softly caressing whatever skin he could get a hold of. he was being so grabby, his eyes darkening as you bit down on his bottom lip, sucking on it while releasing such a whiny whimper. your head was already swimming with sinful, lewd thoughts of his cock being shoved inside of you without remorse. it's been weeks for fucks sake. weeks of not being touched, loved, and worshipped the way suguru does.

“i’m so hard baby.” he whined out in frustration, almost as if he were annoyed by the predicament he was in. you wondered how long he’s been like this, in such a heady distress where he's practically losing his own sanity.

“i’ll take care of it,” you sounded breathless already, eager to please him.

you were quick to kneel down on to his floor, not having to worry about unbuttoning his pants since they were already sliding down. you eagerly pulled down his underwear, not waiting to take them off for him since your hands were already grabbing a hold of his cock. suguru cried out softly in relief, your touch making him more sensitive than he already was.

you placed a kiss on his tip and watched how his grip on the island bar tightened slightly, his eyes meeting yours. you hollowed out your cheeks, slurping and licking the precum before detaching your mouth from his pretty cock once again, smiling innocently up at him as he groaned in frustration. you leaned forward, kitten licking his shaft now, watching as he heavily breathed through his nose.

your name left his lips in a begging plea.

you wrapped your lips around his tip, gently sucking to your content, not fully giving in yet until his fingers slid into your hair. getou loved being teased, but there was an urgency in his voice now, as if he was about to combust right there and then.

his fingers were gripping your hair now, angling you so you could read his glossy eyes, stop fucking with me.

fine.

“fuuuck,” he heaved out in such euphoric pleasure. he wasn’t even holding back on his throaty moans. his head was tilted back, eyes screwed shut as you swallowed the tip first, hollowing your cheeks to slowly begin to fully take more of him into your mouth. he felt hot and heavy against your tongue and you moaned at the sensation of him.

you missed his taste dare you say it. you missed sucking his pretty dick and hearing his soft gasps echo throughout his apartment. you missed him praising you, blabbering out, "good baby, so, s-so fuck, ngh-"

he was losing it, his veins were protruding on his neck from how he was trying to hold back. "i missed your fucking mouth so much, pretty."

you breathed through your nose, focusing primarily on sucking this man’s cock. you’d show him how much you missed him, how good you've always been for him.

“you feel so good,” he moaned out, his chest slightly heaving. he didn't know whether to ravage his own locks with his own hands, or in fact, he wasn't thinking at all at this point. having you kneeling down before him with his leaking cock shoved in your mouth had him already slightly delirious.

“i’m gonna f’cum,” he slurred out, his hips rapidly bucking his cock down your throat. the warmth emitting from your breath and the feeling of your tongue coating your saliva with his cum was driving him mad, edging him sooner to his release. there were tears running down your face, your smushed eyeliner ruined, but you were moaning alongside with him. your nails were digging into his thick thighs for support as you choked, but you took it, swallowing his cum so messily.

“swallow it.” he spat out, and you sucked him dry, slurping until his stomach began to convulse from how sensitive he was becoming. his thighs trembled, hands wiping away your tears for you. "Oh fuck, fuck, baby."

you released him from your mouth rather proudly, a string of saliva drooling from your mouth down his shaft.

“my good girl,” he purred out, “come sit.”

you rasped your nails against his sensitive and quivering thighs, loving the way he shivered as a response. you sat on him and the first thing he felt was how wet you were. your underwear was soaked, sticking to your swollen lips.

“been too long since i’ve undressed you, mm?” he whispered in your ear, nudging the shell of it with his nose. you nodded obediently, becoming mush as his fingers graced your skin. it ignited the fire roaring inside of you, reminding you of just how much he owned you and your body all over again.

he was already undressing you, his fingers nimbly undoing the satin straps from your dress, letting it fall on to the floor, along with your underwear. finally getting rid of them, he pressed you flushed against his chest. your arms were already winding around his neck, smiling shyly. he kissed you innocently, nudging your nose with his, saying, “i love you.”

“i love you,” you murmured it back against his lips. iloveyouiloveyouiloveyousomuch.

kissing him was always so easy, his lips were always seeking out for yours and only yours. only you he kissed this way, deprived, animalistic, and with such a feverish urgency. only you got to see this man go crazy with desire and call him yours. his hands were squeezing your hips, panting as spit drooled out between the both of you.

“wanna sit on my face?” he cleaned up your lips, leaving his still messy as if he had just asked you what you wanted to eat.

“i want your fingers,” you shyly began, your fingers grabbing a hold of your favorite hand of his. “i haven’t had them inside of me in so long,” you whimpered out as he ran an elongated finger down where your slit was covered.

he began rubbing circles down on your clit, watching how you quickly spread your legs wide open for him. you closed your eyes, sighing in relief as you felt his warm touch.

“please touch me more,” you pleaded, breathing deeply. after all, it wasn’t just him who needed it. you missed him more than you had anticipated. these few rendezvous meetings weren’t enough.

he slid inside his finger, slowly easing it in at first. your eyes screwed shut, trembling hands grabbing a hold of his broad shoulders. you placed your lips on the crook of his neck, sucking his skin on to your mouth. he was already sliding another finger in, curling them both to hit that spot that had you squirming in ecstasy.

"sugu," you cried out his name, "sugu."

“mhm,” he shivered, feeling you bite down on his shoulder to suppress a soft mewl. he knew he needed to reprimand you for leaving marks where anybody could see them. however he had no voice to oppose you, he was indeed relishing in the fact that you were insatiable when it came to him only. after all, his reprimands would fall deaf to your ears and only flare up the defiance in you.

you were always so composed in his eyes. nothing ever deterred you away from what you wanted, very determined and independent in every way. it fascinated him seeing you so obedient, so dependent on him for anything, and so so reactive to the way he touched you. you became this needy, whiny air headed baby just for him. nothing but him on your mind. and fuck did he love it.

what a dumb fucking bitch he turned you into.

he was kissing you deeply, tongue pushing past your lips, tasting and taking away your breath by each second. he was pressing you against him, arms enwrapped around your waist as you detained his fingers, instead deciding to slowly grind over his hardening cock, coating it with your slick.

“oh my god,” you choked out a moan, feeling feverish at the sensation it was giving you. you spread out your thighs, angling the tip of his cock to slide inside of you just slightly, and god were you a mess.

“suguru,” you breathed into his mouth, eyes gazing right back at those lustful eyes of his. his hands were roaming your curves, fingers rasping lightly on your skin as he allowed himself to be used as your personal toy. with each cry of desire from your lips, he could feel you dripping against his cock and thick thighs.

his hands firmly landed on your hips, slowing down your pace, instead setting a rather slow rhythm to drive you crazy with desire. he wanted to torture you, show you how it felt to not be able to get any relief.

“sugu,” you softly cried out, “please, baby.”

suguru simply hummed in return, still kissing you until you were practically panting. the more intensely he kissed you, the more you picked up speed, grinding down against his twitching cock. you were salivating at the thought of it finally inside of you. his cock would teasingly slide inside of you, earning a soft pitched moan from your swollen, bruised lips.

the saliva between the two of you messily mixed together as heavy lidded eyes gazed into each other’s eyes for a moment. you were trembling in his hold, becoming sensitive to his touch. he wrapped a muscular arm around your waist, easily lifting you up to prep his leaking cock with your juices. he ran his fingers down your sensitive pussy, gathering your juices from your slit and using it to lather his cock.

he slowly guided you down his leaking cock, not holding back on his soft groans. "You feel amazing, baby," he breathed out, "take more of me --"

you slowly eased him in, squeezing your eyes shut from the feeling of being so full. you could feel him everywhere with just one twitch from his cock.

“oh f-fuck,” you were insatiable, shaking with such need for this man.

“yeah, just like that."

you swiveled your hips, his cock nestled perfectly inside of you. already you were so gone as you rose up and slammed yourself down, feeling him hit that spongy spot that made you mewl and cry out in feral bliss. suguru couldn't contain himself anymore, a shaky rumble of a groan emitted from his bruised and swollen lips. you felt fuzzy and warm all at once. your view became blurry as you felt his thick cock drag against your walls. it had you hiccuping slightly, mouth ajar as he bucked his hips into you harsher this time.

“i’m gonna fuck you like the whore you are,” he whispered in your ear, nibbling on your earlobe momentarily. he was slamming himself inside of you. “gonna spread you out and you’re going to take it, understood?”

“yes, yes,” you chanted out, too immersed in the sensation of his cock plunging inside of you over and over again. he was hitting every spot, earning loud and fucked out moans from your messy lips in return. his arms were wrapped underneath your arms, slamming you straight down on to his thick cock until your cunt was practically squelching.

“sugu, sugu, fuck,” you cried out, biting down on his broad shoulder. a sopping mess you became for him. only he could fuck you to the point of unraveling you to his will and beckon. strands of your hair stuck to your forehead from the perspiration coating his body and yours.

he shoved you back on the couch without a care, watching as you spread your legs for him immediately. “i wanna fuck you while i look at your pretty face. wanna see how good i can make my pretty baby feel.”

pressing kisses on your tummy as he nestled himself between your legs. he gripped his member, easing his way inside of you as you threw your head back in overwhelming pleasure. your pussy welcomed him with excitement, purring as he fucked you messily.

“yes, yes, ngh,” you cried out, your arms going under his, adorning his back with marks with each thrust he took. the way he slid in and out of your clenching pussy was simply sinful.

“missed this pussy so much,” he drawled out thickly, feeling as you clenched tighter around him in response. “couldn’t even get off with my hand, that’s how much i missed you.”

you trembled beneath him. his touch was magnetic, warm, and immensely full of love and desire for you. your thighs began to quiver as he slid inside you, filling you up to the brim every time. you were becoming so sensitive, every touch of his was sending you into a spiraling mess. your fingers were tangled up in his hair, moans and his grunts mixed together. he was sputtering nonsense into your ear, loss in how your pussy was hugging his cock so tightly.

“mine, mine to play with, mine to do whatever the fuck i want, mine to love. only me.”

he was sucking on your neck, knowing you loved to be kissed and marked until your legs turned jelly. probably what he loved the most. he knew you loved to be fucked in missionary, something about fucking you face to face sent him down the rabbit hole every single fucking time.

"I'm so close," you choked out, tears brimming your eyes. the sensations of having him kiss your pulse, licking and dribbling his saliva all over your chest, and watching how his pretty dick disappeared inside of you was all too much for your fucked out brain.

he was becoming restless, his hips beginning to messily and quickly loose rhythm. you felt it in your belly, your eyes screwing shut as your body began to spams in his hold. he was there though, his hands setting your body ablaze, his lips decorating your skin with his as he held you closer throughout your orgasm.

he came soon right after, your calls for him rendering him to his knees. the way you softly moaned out his name, all while caressing him, and losing yourself within him at once overwhelmed him. you felt his cum dribble down between your thighs, but suguru was there to clean it all up with his tongue, savoring it as he delved his tongue inside your pulsing hole. he slurped until you were trembling in his hold, crying out, "i'm close, im fucking cumming-"

he rose up with your slick all over his mouth, dripping down his chin in such satisfaction, his hand pumping his already leaking cock.

“i came watching you,” he groaned out, smearing it across your sensitive folds, watching how your pussy easily sucked him right in.

“too much,” you could barely utter out, your legs still trembling.

“i’m sorry baby,” he breathed you in, loving how it clenched around him. “I just missed you so much.”

tears were already gathering at your waterline and oh how pure and angelic did you look so disheveled. your hair seemed a halo, your cheeks were flushed, and your skin was covered in his spit, marks, and love. he slid out of you, his hands gently grabbing a hold of your upper body to slide you on top of him.

“i missed you so much,” he hummed out, wrapping you up in his arms. he gently removed hair strands from your pretty fucked out face, even handed you a glass of water that he had left on the night stand right beside him.

he held the cup as water poured into your mouth, graciously accepting it and swallowing it, watching him adoringly in return. once you were done, he drank the remainder, setting it back before wrapping you up flush against him again.

“i’m so happy you’re back,” your earnestly admitted to him. “i was going crazy for a bit.”

he chuckled, “i’m glad to hear i wasn’t the only one losing my goddamn mind. there were times where i wanted to pack up everything and just leave, but i knew you would yell at me.”

you couldn’t help but laugh because he wasn’t exactly wrong.

“this was a grand opportunity,” you began once again, referring to a prior conversation you both had that deterred the finality of that book tour.

“yeah, yeah, i know baby,” he stopped you midway, grabbing a hold your hand and peppering it with kisses to distract you. it definitely worked.

“you know, when i was over there i realized just how much i missed your presence. i would wake up disoriented, seeking for you and realizing where i was in that moment again. our time zones were so fucked too so that was annoying, but seeing you again? i felt whole at once again. my nerves were simmered to a halt, and all i saw was you. the moment you walked into my apartment, i had finally come home. i’ve never felt anything like it in my life.”

“getou,” you softly began, almost in tears. “my love, you make me feel like i’m human. you make me so alive, and every time i am not with you it’s an ache to my heart. i missed you so much i dreamt of you each night and woke up so disheartened to see you weren’t there right beside me.”

“stay.” he abruptly said.

you were curiously gazing into him, waiting for him to spit out what was running through his mind already.

“i’m right here,” you kissed the hand that was holding yours, intertwining them.

“no, i mean i need you with me every day,” he was confessing out of whim, taking you so completely off guard. your heart was beating tremendously at his confession. your hazy eyes were meeting his glazed ones. your hands had begun to slightly tremble but his hold on you was so gentle.

he neared your lips, whispering, “i need to wake up each morning and see you right there beside me from now on.”

“that sounds like commitment, baby. you sure you’re ready for that?” you teased him, nearing him now. he welcomed you into his embrace, not refraining himself from placing kisses on your neck.

“how’s this for commitment?” he held up a spare house key. “come in and out whenever you please, stay if you may and i might just not let you go back at all.”

your eyes widened in slight disbelief. was he really asking you to move in with him? his gaze was serious, determined even as you stupidly asked him, “are you sure?”

“i’m asking you that.”

“suguru i’ll never leave.” you grabbed a hold of the key, wrapping your arms around his neck, taking him down as you peppered him with kisses.

he was laughing, taking you in his embrace as he said with warmth. “then welcome home baby.”

—

the next morning you both passed each other down the hallways, nobara beaming with proud joy as he acknowledged her. his eyes never met yours because he knew the moment your doe eyes landed on his, he'd have to fuck you in his office. instead he nodded your way, his fingers twitching from the urge to touch you. he remained composed as you smiled at him in return, refraining his lips from calling out your name. he kept walking, hearing the echoes of your voice and his student fade away.

home, it was a chant in his head keeping him sane. he’ll have you from night, throughout dawn, and finally until sunrise from now on.

he’ll see you at home.

#jujutsu kaisen #suguru x reader #suguru smut #getou smut #suguru x y/n #suguru x you #jjk smut #getou suguru #getou x reader #getou x you #pwp #jujutsu kaisen scenarios #jjk x you #jjk x reader #getou x y/n #getou suguru smut #getou suguru x you #jjk imagines #suguru imagines

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donutcats · 1 year

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wednesday is having a Bad Day. the type of day where she wakes up and everything feels gloomy and terrible and not in any enjoyable way. it’s the type of day where the idea of going to class pulls at her bones, and even thinking of staying in to possibly write has her feeling frustrated and uninspired. it’s either crawl her way out of bed or stay wrapped in her covers all day. the latter seems more appealing, but she’s already on thin ice with the new headmaster, so wednesday forces herself to get up and get dressed.

enid has been chattering away since they left their dorm, and wednesday stews in it. let’s the sound of her friend’s voice turn into an almost comforting white noise. she would never tell enid, lest she never hear the end of it, but sometimes it’s enough to hear her talk nonsense. there’s something grounding about it. they arrive early to class and the doors for magical history aren’t even opened yet, enid immediately switching to complaints about the teacher having odd rules, so they end up waiting against the opposite wall. in a momentary lapse in sanity, wednesday rests the side of her head against enid’s shoulder. it’s a small point of contact, but wednesday allows herself this moment. it makes the day feel a little less dreary.

she doesn’t see xavier until lunch, what with their class schedules differing for the first half of the school day. as quiet as death, wednesday approaches his table and stands just behind his shoulder. waiting. as always he catches sight of her from the corner of his eye, turning and already smiling. his hand reaches out to try and tug at one of her braids in greeting, and as usual she’s meant to slap it away. it’s part of their routine, and wednesday finds great pleasure in routine. it’s consistent. but today it almost feels like a herculean effort, so she doesn’t stop him from making contact, his fingertips pressing into her hair. a small look of concern battles with smug victory over the action. normally, now would be the time where she sits across from him and begins to tell him about her least favorite classes, as always. routine. instead she jabs at his shoulder until he scoots over, and then she’s pressing herself into his side. any closer and she’d be crawling inside of his body.

the day is still dreary, and she suspects she’s in what her mother affectionately calls a mood, but it feels a little less daunting as xavier wraps an arm around her shoulders. as he curls close to plant a kiss along her hairline, moving her fringe out of the way with his nose in a disgustingly tender gesture. anything more and she might crawl out of her skin, but this right here is acceptable. it’s enough to make the fog at the back of her skull clear just a bit.

#wenvier #wavier #my writing #you ever have one of those Days #Yeah...#we love touch adverse wednesday who still seeks comfort in the people she loves #also established wenvier if you couldnt tell #i have a habit of writing these two incredibly late at night

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acourtofthought · 11 months

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I never like when some use excerpts like this as proof of endgame:

It made sense, I supposed, that Azriel alone had listened to her. The male who heard things others could not …

When those excerpts completely gloss over the fact that Azriel was not in fact the lone person to listen to Elain and that they tend to be a somewhat single minded view from Feyre's perspective. It's not that she's an unreliable narrator however she's not going to be sitting there thinking, "Hey! I contributed to helping Elain too!" and we know she's still trying to figure out where Lucien fits into everything so she does show a bias towards members of the IC.

First off, Lucien was not present when Elain mentioned her first vision to Feyre, about the bird made of fire. And I'm almost certain Feyre hasn't had any real experience with Seers at this point to make the connection.

Lucien was also not present for the second however Azriel was meaning Azriel was able to respond in the moment:

Jaw tight with a hint of frustration, Lucien excused himself to his room.

“No. I … I was sleeping, but I heard …” She shook her head. Blinked at our formal attire, the dark crown atop my head—and Rhysand’s. “I didn’t hear you.”

Azriel stepped forward. “But you heard something else.”

Elain seemed about to nod, but only backed away. “I think I was dreaming,” she murmured. “I think I’m always dreaming these days.”

“Let me get you some hot milk,” I said, putting a hand on her elbow to guide her into the sitting room.

But Elain shook me off, heading back to the stairs. She said as she climbed the first steps, “I can hear her—crying.” I gripped the bottom post of the banister.

“Who?”

“Everyone thinks she’s dead.” Elain kept walking. “But she’s not. Only—different. Changed. As I was.”

“Who,” I pushed.

But Elain continued up the stairs, that shawl drooping down her back. Nesta stalked from Cassian’s side to approach my own. We both sucked in a breath, to say what, I didn’t know but—

“What did you see,” Azriel said,

Elain paused halfway up the stairs. Slowly, she turned to look back at him. “I saw young hands wither with age. I saw a box of black stone. I saw a feather of fire land on snow and melt it.”

“It was angry,” Elain said quietly. “It was so, so angry that something was taken. So it took something from them as punishment.”

We said nothing. I didn’t know what to say—what to even ask or demand. If the Cauldron had done something to her as well … I faced Azriel, exposing my palms to him. “What does that mean?”

Azriel’s hazel eyes churned as he studied my sister, her too-thin body. And without a word, he winnowed away.

Elain comes upon the group and Az asks Elain a question related to what she heard that Elain doesn't directly respond to. Feyre offers her something to drink then asks two questions that again, Elain doesn't respond to. Then Feyre and Nesta are about to say something else but Az jumps in before they can, asking his second question. This isn't the Az and Elain show, it's Feyre and Az both questioning her, she ignores them at first but after she does give answers about the young hands, box of stone and feather, neither Az or Feyre respond. However Feyre is the one who turns to Az after which he disappears, probably to do research, because Feyre literally says to him, "what does that mean?" Az wasn't taking some super special initiative here, Feyre knows he's the one who can usually give answers to them.

Some time later, we see this conversation:

I didn’t know what to say. Sympathy would likely earn me a tongue-lashing. So I opted for another route. “We need to do something about Elain.”

Nesta stiffened. “And what solution do you propose, exactly? Letting your mate into her mind to scramble things around?”

Nesta paced in front of the darkened fireplace. “Everything has a cost. Maybe the cost of her youth and immortality was losing part of her sanity.”

“What was your cost?”

Nesta stopped moving. “Perhaps it was to see Elain suffer—while I got away unscathed.”

But I trailed her as she strode for the stairs. To where Lucien was now descending the steps—and winced at the sight of her approach.

I rested my head against the embroidered back of the chair and watched Lucien take a seat on the rolled arm of the nearest couch.

“Long day?”

I grunted my response. That metal eye tightened.

“I thought the Prison was another myth.”

“Well, it’s not.”

He weighed my tone, and crossed his arms. “Let me do something. About Elain. I heard—from my room. Everything that happened just now. It wouldn’t hurt to have a healer look her over. Externally and internally.”

Feyre asked Azriel for his advice. No one asked Lucien for his yet he offered it anyway because he was worried about Elain.

It's also important to note that Nesta is the one who brought up the possibility of Elain having gone crazy (since some love to act like Lucien thought Elain had gone insane). Lucien never says that, he first asks to help with Elain (which is a difference between Feyre asking Az and Az then heading off to research after she looked to him with questions) and he mentions having a healer looking her over before Feyre says:

“Do you think the Cauldron made her insane?”

“I think she went through something terrible,” Lucien countered carefully. “And it wouldn’t hurt to have your best healer do a thorough examination.”

Here it's Feyre worried about Elain's mental health whereas Lucien wants to have a healer look over everything. Something he came up with on his own while Az had Feyre standing there handling over half of the interactions with Elain earlier, helping move things in a certain direction. Az left having said nothing at all so we really have no idea exactly what he was personally doing or whether he sent his spies looking for answers while Lucien showed us what he was thinking about Elain.

Azriel and Feyre later train after all this happened and not once does he bring up Elain to her.

They spoke of Mor though. Don't you think if he cared about Elain, he would have been discussing her current state?

Lucien then sits with Elain at the healers recommendation after he specifically asked Feyre to tell him what the healer has to say, which shows his interest and concern.

Two days after that, Feyre and Az train again and Az says nothing of Elain for a second time.

A few days later we see this:

I was still sore enough the next day that I had to send word to Cassian I wasn’t training with him. Or Azriel.

A mistake, perhaps, given that both of them showed up at the door to the town house within minutes, the former demanding what the hell was wrong with me, the latter bearing a tin of salve to help with the aches in my back. I thanked Azriel for the salve and told Cassian to mind his own business.

And then asked him to fly Nesta up to the House of Wind for me, since I certainly couldn’t fly her in—even for a few feet after winnowing.

Azriel and Cassian note Feyre's condition, and she asks Cassian to fly Nesta up to the HOW for her. It's only after she offers to take Elain to the garden, Azriel jumps in to say he can do it.

Does it really seem like it's because he truly wanted to help Elain? Or is it possible he noted his High Lady in pain and wanted to be helpful considering Cassian was already doing something to help her out?

Then we get to "The Scene":

So for all appearances, we will remain unruffled as we prepare for war.”

Mor sagged against the couch cushions. “A war where we have no allies beyond Keir, either in Prythian or beyond it.”

Rhys gave her a sharp look. But Elain said quietly, “The queen might come.”

Silence.

Elain was staring at the unlit fireplace, eyes lost to that vague murkiness.

“What queen,” Nesta said, more tightly than she usually spoke to our sister.

“The one who was cursed.”

“Cursed by the Cauldron,” I clarified to Nesta, pushing off the archway. “When it threw its tantrum after you … left.”

“No.” Elain studied me, then her. “Not that one. The other.”

Azriel asked softly, taking a single step over the threshold and into the sitting room, “What other?”

Elain’s brows twitched toward each other. “The queen—with the feathers of flame.”

The shadowsinger angled his head.

Lucien murmured to me, eye still fixed on Elain, “Should we—does she need …?”

“We’re the ones who need …” Azriel trailed off. “A seer,” he said, more to himself than us. “The Cauldron made you a seer.”

Does it seem like Azriel is the only one listening to her right now? Feyre and Nesta might be confused as to what she's talking about (Lucien too considering he wasn't present for the meeting with the human queens meaning they had background on who "the other" queen might be) but they are the ones responding to what she's saying and they are the ones asking her questions which Elain (not Az) initially provides clarification for. Had they ignored Elain and not asked the questions they did, who knows if her being a Seer would have clicked for Az or whether he would have then asked his own questions.

So truly, how was "Azriel alone the one who listened to her?" That would only be valid if Elain had visions and Lucien (and her sisters) said, "she's fine, there's nothing to worry about, it's just dreams", brushing off her struggles. But the three were all extremely worried about Elain, they just weren't sure what it was they were seeing. That speaks nothing of their connection to Elain as a person and everything to do with their lack of familiarity with Seers. Just because Azriel had the knowledge or means to discover what her powers were called does not prove he cared for Elain or "sees" her. Lucien was genuinely worried for Elain on page in a way that Azriel NEVER was.

This quote actually feels like the entire E/riel ship to me:

… It was like stepping back from a painting to see the entire picture. Up close, the words had been muddled and messy. But from a distance …

When you take a line here and a line there, it looks like there could be something. But when you really look at the entire picture and everything that happens in the lead up to those moments (and even after), it becomes very clear that those lines gets blown out of proportion..

When you look at those chapters in ACOWAR, there's a very real possibility Az was only doing what he did to help Feyre out. We've got multiple examples of where his main focus was on Mor and expressed no real concern for Elain outside of stepping in when they thought his High Lady might need him to, where he never initiated anything when it came to Elain.

But there is no doubt that Lucien's concern during that same time is for Elain and Elain only. The characters went out of their way to keep Lucien away from her yet he still thought of ways to help her or expressed worry for her.

Not to mention I don't think when Elain said, “No one ever does. No one ever looked—not really.” “He did. He saw me. He will not now", her hopes and dreams were that someone would come along who could figure out what her powers were, powers she's only had for a couple of months. To me, Elain's meaning is so much deeper than that.

#elucien #pro elucien #pro lucien vanserra #anti e/riel

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acupofqueercoffee · 2 years

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“On again, off again, love you like oxygen”

whumptober 2022 // Lin Beifong x Reader

cw : implied self-harm

i got into watching legend of korra at the beginning of this year because of lin (only while watching it did i realise i’ve seen some of it on nickelodeon lol) and believe it or not i’ve been raking my brain for ideas of a good lin x reader ever since, but it has not been quite successful. however i got this little thing out for whumptober and having been inspired by it, i might write a longer piece for it when i’m feeling particularly in the mood

I have held my breath in a pool before, but this is nothing like that.

This is akin to plucking a thin, dainty silver betwixt a thumb and a forefinger, and willing my hand that seems to have a mind of its own not to gravitate towards the already messy canvas.

Of course, when has the body ever known to comply with the boring old brain when the ever arresting heart is right there?

After all, romantics tend to value insanity over sanity.

And just as it is out of my control that my hand decides to help the edge of a silver draw scarlet onto my skin, my nose will inhale, and my lungs will absorb regardless of what my brain tells them to do, or rather, what not to do.

In this battle that the heart has started so foolishly itself, it becomes the defeated.

The outcome is not so much a bombshell as a disappointment, I conclude, because in the end, what I want does not matter.

It is always what is supposed to be.

But alas, the water enveloping me is not a beautiful cerulean blue.

The water rushing into my lungs is a breathtaking emerald green.

She has stubbornness for a heart, and gentleness for hands.

She soothes the stings, writes poetry on the empty canvas of my soul, and breathes warmness into my ice cold lips.

Believe it or not. Being smothered in her embrace, even at the expense of having my breath taken away from me, does not feel suffocating.

It feels safe.

She drenches me in loving glances, swaddles me in words secretly shared, and finally, finally when I am least expecting, asphyxiate me with heartbroken eyes.

I will say; it is a slow, painful death.

“Do you take Lin Beifong to have and to hold from this day forward, to love and to cherish her, in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, forsaking all others for as long as you shall live?”

“I do, I do, I do, oh I do!”

Except that it is not her name caressing my ears, leaving a trail of colourful flowers in its wake.

It is red hot tar seeping through the pores of my skin, eating away at my flesh and bones, until it tarnishes my lungs at which point will have long been shrivelled and sucked dry of air.

“Do you take this man to be your husband, to love him, to cherish him, to…”

Anytime now, I will be turning into sea foam, nothing more than flesh and bones ready to decay in the depressing currents.

“I am not yours and you are certainly not mine.”

Her words from last night echoes.

And as I stare beyond the man in front of me and intensely into the deepest depths of those greenest eyes, I utter with resolute conviction.

“I do.”

Perhaps in another world, another universe, another dimension, I will get to live life as Lin’s instead of a walking shell of a person who is simply not Lin’s.

#whumptober2022 #no.5 #running out of air #legend of korra #lin beifong #lin beifong x reader #lin x reader #character x reader #fanfic #fic #ficlet #sh implied #i took drowning in lin’s eyes way too seriously #pleaseee chief is so hella hot 😮‍💨

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the-valiant-valkyrie · 20 days

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🗡 for wigfreak also . the trade

🗡 - Fighting

wigfrid really likes using her own spear because it's very affirming of her identity. depending on how far removed a weapon is compared to her traditional one, it could force her to lose sanity when using it in combat, seeing as it could very well be a conflict of her persona's interest.

as aforementioned, ranged weaponry is the best way to make it to this point. she's not really fond of whips, either. swords are on thin ice. clubs get a pass though because its admittedly pretty fun to bludgeon someone over the head

#wigfrid dst #headcanons #ask #i've said it once i've said it a hundred times #WIGFRID SHOULD NOT HAVE GOTTEN SPEAR/BLOWDART SET UP IN THE FORGE!!!!!#SHE LITERALLY SHOULD HAVE GOTTEN SPEAR AND HAMMER. GIVE WX THE BLOWDART AND LET HER TAKE THE HAMMER #THE HAMMER IS LITERALLY NAMED MJÖLNIR IN THE GAME FILES.... JUST LET HER HAVE THIS......

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briefcasejuice · 1 year

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okay listen daredevil noir fucks me up because i'd never noticed how much comic!matt on a whole depends on his ability to know when people are lying either to him or other people and i've never seen a writer explore what would happen if matt weren't there when a lie was told on a scale in which it's never revealed to matt, those the lie was told to and the reader whether or not what was said was actually a lie or was the truth. like i really sat, read this again today and realized eliza killed halloran before he could really ever reveal whether or not him telling fisk he was the one who killed jack was a lie or not.

it reads like waid's run where matt is made to question his sanity (which is funny since this came first) but instead he's made to question his ability, faith in himself and everything that's come before this in relation to 'how many times have i fucked up and didn't know it? how many people have i neglected to save because of my blind confidence and anger'.

this is a matt murdock new to daredevil and he's coming to terms with the fact that he won't be able to save everyone. he thinks he's already made peace with that but really, deep down he's been thinking that he can but it'll be done one person at a time and when he learns -- in this unfortunate, violent way where he falls in love with the idea of a person and they turn out to just be the worst of what's plaguing hell's kitchen -- that he isn't perfect in protecting hell's kitchen it uproots every belief he's ever had. (strangely close to s1 matt's conflict hmmm would the marvel's dd writers like to explain this?)

there are a lot of other aspects to this version of matt's story i like as well: foggy being more of a mentor, older brother or near father figure for matt rather than a best friend with usually less conflict. on a surface level, it might seem like it removes more of foggy's character for tethering him more to matt but this time in a more intimate way but i think if noir ever gets a full run (unlikely since it was published in 2009 and i think it's left better off finished there and never picked back up) it'd be cool to explore foggy's character from an elevated pov. i'm so in love with the ending, the conversation with foggy. foggy is dragging up every thought he's avoided, every thought he's refused to admit and shoving them in his face but because of the role foggy plays in his life it isn't unkind; it's this indifferent reality that weirdly comforts him in the sense that what he's just experimenced with halloran, fisk & eliza hasn't happened before but it will again in the same or another form and foggy will be there for all of it.

and then there's the fact that this matt's elektra is just straight up bullseye ('bull's eye'). like that's fucking genius? i don't think i'd ever seen such a clever use of an existing character or plot in such a new, unique way in an almost completely unrelated story since i first read soule's mike murdock arc. my favourite part about it was the motif of thin ice over moving water that turns into black water. i love how her character isn't directly tethered to matt (like elektra) but still she's a foil for him and challenges the way he thinks and feels for other people and himself.

#for the like 3 people this will appeal to #send me asks or just talk w me about this i love dd noir sm #i don't have a ton to say about eliza's character yet and i feel like i have more to say but i'll leave it at that for now #this is like an 'initial thoughts' type thing #i can't wait to look back at this in like 3 months and disagree agree otrgo more in depth starting with this #daredevil #daredevil: noir #daredevil comics #alexander irvine #matt murdock #foggy nelson #eliza bull's eye #musing more like shmusing

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skyloftian-nutcase · 1 year

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Do you think you could write a snippet, for any of your fics?

Have multiple snippets! Guess which each is from!

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This felt like his past, like the painful ache of everyone he’d known before the Calamity haunting him. He didn’t know their circumstances, he didn’t know what had happened to them, he’d barely been able to start piecing it together. He’d barely even resolved to try to piece it together, stories and people from another life a century ago gnawing steadily at his sanity.

But Sky wasn’t a phantom from a past he couldn’t remember. Sky was a part of his life now, and he was terrified he’d become another lost Champion, another piece of his life that just vanished into thin air with no explanation, no closure, nothing.

Wild hugged himself a little, feeling ice cold and alone. Goddess, he hoped Sky was okay. He wanted to get up and look for him now. The sunlight was beginning to make the horizon glow, and he shot to his feet to wake the others. He doubted they’d mind the early start.

A bush rustled and snapped, and Wild grabbed his bow and arrows in a heartbeat, yelling, “Everybody up!”

Snores and yelps sounded around the camp, and a figure shot out of the bushes with its hands held high in the air, eyes wide and terrified.

“Easy!” the figure said shakily, and Wild recognized the skinny, muscular physique and voice after a few seconds of confusion. The postman took a steadying breath as Wild lowered his arrow while others scrambled for weapons and then froze in bewilderment. “I have a letter for a Mr. Rusl, I’m just passing through to get to Ordon.”

Legend dropped his sword to throw his hands in the air. “Do you ever sleep?!”

........

“Is that why you sell my stuff?”

“One does have to make a living—”

“You have a job, Ravio.”

“B-but what if it isn’t enough, you know I need comforts and the world can be so unpredictable and scary—”

Legend’s phone buzzed again. Sighing even more heavily than last time, Legend snatched the blasted object to put it on do not disturb when his eyes caught some of the words in the texts.

—help and I don’t know what—

Furrowing his brow, the travel nurse unlocked his phone to read the messages fully.

hey need a a favor wellaact ually actually maybe more of yeah I need a favor look I might be a liytle tipsyandd cant drive ok hang on swearica n type ha stnadby Ok. Typing slow. Need a drive. Ride Whatever I can’t drive myself an I need help and I don’t know what else to do Don’t want Wind to see me like this pls

Legend stared at the mess of texts. He… what? Why was Warriors drunk texting him of all people? He typed, Can’t you call Time? Or Sky?

Time would fuss Sky would worry Pls Ledge?

Legend frowned. You think I won’t fuss?

You alwayssfuss

His ire flared. I do not!!

LEDGE RIDE PLS

This night couldn’t get any worse. UGH FINE YOU MORON JUST TELL ME WHERE YOU ARE

......

His mouth became a thin line. “And I… I screwed it all up. I cursed everything, everyone. I cursed them.”

“Link,” Zelda said, caught off guard. She was struggling to understand how Demise had survived as well, but she wasn’t blaming either of them for it as he seemed to be. His worries were clearly eating him alive.

“Don’t,” Link immediately hissed, growing stormy. “Don’t even try it. You did everything right, you did your part, you trusted me to finish things and I didn’t.”

“What are you talking about?” Zelda asked, putting a hand to his cheek. “Link, you defeated him. We had no way of knowing—”

“I did,” Link spat, pulling out of her reach and turning away, his hands shaking as he clenched his fists. His shoulders hunched and his entire body was so tense it was ready to snap. “He said it himself. I thought—I was such a fool, Zelda, I—I thought—he started speaking about how his hatred would follow my spirit and your bloodline, and it sounded like the dying words of a monster, I—I didn’t realize it was a curse, that he was—I didn’t—I d-didn’t—”

Link’s body stiffened even further as shuddering gasps and hiccups interrupted his words, and he bowed his head, hugging himself. Zelda immediately rushed around him to face him fully once more, dragging him into the tightest hug she could muster, willing all of her love into it.

“You had no way of knowing,” she repeated as she processed what he’d said. “And who’s to say it was a curse right in that moment? Who’s to say it wouldn’t have happened whether he spoke it or not? Who’s to say there was any stopping it? Link, I was a goddess. I was a goddess and I couldn’t stop him. You did everything you were meant to do – you solved the puzzles, you tempered the Goddess Sword and made it into the Blade of Evil’s Bane, you traveled through time, you got the Triforce and used it to kill him. You beat him. It was Ghirahim who screwed everything up.”

#you ask skye answers #lovely anon #writing #also since this is the only way I can communicate this to everyone:#I JUST WATCHED THE MOST RECENT EPISODE OF HERO'S PURPOSE BY MAJORLINK #AND I AM S C R E A M I N G

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poeticmoonspirit · 2 years

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These Things I've Done - Part V

Part I Part II Part III Part IIII Part VI

The anger beneath Sokka's skin boiled, hot as fire, and would probably burn anyone who tried to convince him to be otherwise. It wasn't in his nature to be hotheaded. That's what Zuko was for, no pun intended. Sokka was the calm one. (And yes, Zuko was very mature and rational, but you'd never hear it from him.) The voice in their ragtag group that kept everyone sane and levelled out enough to where they rarely ever fought. Arguments happened, sure. There were two twelve-year-olds with them, after all. But nothing could've prepared him for what happened today. You could say he was completely blindsided, though Toph would've probably just waved her hand in her face, her milky eyes wide with sarcasm plastered all over it.

He loved his mother, he loved Kya and Hakoda and Gran Gran. He loved his village. He can almost taste the ice that covered just about everything there. Cold and rigid, just like Katara's element. But when he thought of Kya, he couldn't picture her. Every year it became harder for the young warrior to remember her face, her smile, her voice. It was as if she were a distant relative, so far and wide that he didn't feel that immense feeling of joy and longing that his sister did.

Katara had a connection to their mother that he didn't. It wasn't that he didn't love her, he did. He knew that. He felt it. But it was nothing like Katara's sentiments. Even seven years later, he finds her huddled beneath thin blankets, crying out for the woman. It was as if that moment, that short and bitter moment, was on repeat in her mind. She took responsibility for the tribe, for their grandmother, for him. He can't imagine the grief that must be welled within her. That's why he supported her in finding Yon Rha. He didn't care what happened to him because he knew his sister would do what she saw fit.

The murder of Kya of the Southern Water Tribe affected her a lot more than it did him.

And part of him loathed himself for it.

He put Katara in a very risky situation, one that jeopardized her sanity and was the pinnacle of her existence today. He should've shouldered that burden with her so that she wouldn't feel alone.

Because that's how Katara felt. He knew that now. She felt alone.

The anger in his veins was hot but not at Yon Rha anymore, though he'd never ever forgive the man. It was for Aang.

For a split second, he saw a blur of blue rush past him and out the door, flinching at the noise of the door slamming shut. He rubbed his temples, very grateful for the brief nap he had. Putting aside his anger at the nomad, he ventured off into the night.

It didn't take him long to find her. She was sitting on the sand facing the water, her knees propped up so that her chin laid on top of them. Her arms braced them as if she were freezing and unable to find shelter from it all. But Sokka knew better. They grew up in a frozen wasteland. She wasn't cold. Nowhere near it.

She was devastated.

He made his way to her slowly, careful to not startle her. She turned her head slightly, but still not entirely facing him. There was a full moon tonight; the glint in her eyes spoke unspoken words between them.

"Hey," he said. He sat down next to her, giving her a respectful amount of space, but not too much to where it was weird.

She looked at him then, unshed tears in her eyes. Lines of white ran down her cheeks. She had been crying.

"Hey yourself."

There was a moment of silence, with Sokka reaching into the depths of his soul to find the words to comfort his sister. And like crashing waves they came to him suddenly.

"Katara, I'm so sorry. For everything." She looked at him in utter confusion. She wasn't sure what she was expecting from him, but it wasn't that.

"Sorry for what?" He shifted, moving so that his legs wouldn't grow numb under him.

He gulped, his hands clammy. "When—after mom died and dad left, I should've shouldered the responsibility of being the oldest. I should've made sure you were okay."

Her mouth was slightly ajar, not sure where this was going. He never talked about that day. Not like this. Not in the manner he was speaking and definitely not with watery eyes that mirrored hers.

"I talked to Toph a while ago, about—about you. About how stiff and courageous you are. About how bold you can be. And I said that whenever I tried to picture Mom, I always thought of you."

Katara sobbed. She couldn't hold it in any longer. He placed an arm around her shoulder and pulled her into his chest so that she could cry in his shirt. He'd fuss over it later but right now he couldn't bring himself to care.

Her voice trembled as she spoke, navigating this unknown territory. They had never been this open before. "I—I kind of overheard you two talking that day. And I'll be honest Sokka, part of me was glad that I was able to have been that rock in your life. You needed someone to be there for you. But I hated—I hated that I had to be there for everyone like that, and not have anyone do the same for me."

His grip on her tightened, shame flooding his being at her words. He had hurt her, not intentionally, but it happened. He had never felt so sorry in his life.

"But you were there for me today and a few days ago, in a way that no one's really been. Except maybe Zuko. And it felt really really good."

"I promise to be a better brother to you, Katara. I swear to Tui and La, I will." She allowed herself to smile, barely, but Sokka caught it and made sure to store it in his memories.

Another thing had been bothering him, but he wasn't sure how to voice it without sounding silly.

"I also...well," he began drawing shapes in the sand to quell his nerves, "Sometimes I feel bad for not feeling the same about Mom as you do. Sometimes I feel like I'm not even her son."

There, it was out there, an unspoken truth laid out in the open for them to see. Katara turned to him quickly, reassurance on the tip of her tongue. Her brother saw this and tried to stop what he knew was coming.

"Katara—"

"Sokka."

She said his name with a sense of finality, as if she were daring him to say another word. He bit his lip so hard that he began to taste copper.

"She was your mother, too."

Maybe it was the way she said those words, the conviction behind them that weakenedhis defenses. He swore he wouldn't bawl his eyes out like a baby, but sometimes he wished he could feel how Katara feels. Not love, he loved his mother dearly. But the intensity of it, the longing and grief that seemed to plague his sister in her nightmares and daydreams. Anything would be better than feeling like he shouldn't have been born.

They cried together then, their hearts bled out and intertwining with years and years of trauma between them. They cried until they had nothing else left to give, making their hearts feel whole once again.

Another moment of silence came, with Sokka's thoughts drifting towards Zuko. The banished prince of an abusive psychopath that was willing to do whatever it took to see his enemies burn.

And unfortunately, that meant his only son.

Sokka then thought of the boy's unwavering respect and loyalty to his sister. He might've doubted him before, but that was months ago. Zuko had changed and had proven time and time again that he was here to make a change. And the proof was in how he looked at Katara.

"He loves you, doesn't he?"

Katara's eyes widened in shock, the firebender never told her that, so why was Sokka saying it? Something told her that he knew a lot more than he led on.

"W-what? Did he tell you that?" Her heart was the sound of a soldier's footsteps, ready to jump at the slightest movement.

Sokka smirked, wiping his eyes, "Nope, just a hunch."

A moment of comfortable silence blanketed them again before the tribesman spoke again.

"He's a good guy. Zuko's lucky to have you." Despite the tears on her face, the reddened and swollen eyes, Katara smiled.

Sokka fidgeted, "Will you be okay? I mean after... you know." Katara looked away. She could still remember the look on Yon Rha's corpse afterwards. Shocked, bloody, lifeless. Katara let out a breath.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. I'm still a little...shaken....but I'll be fine. As long as I have you all with me, I'll be okay."

They say there for hours more, holding onto each other for dear life, as if someone would try to separate the two. They admired the moon and its stars, the moon casting a brighter glow on the two. Katara knew then that Yue was watching over them and if they looked closer, they could see her smiling.

#zutara #anti kataang #anti aang #atla katara #atla sokka #WELP THERE IT GOES LMAO #i have to pee SO BAD but i didnt wanna get up

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