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theostrophywife · 5 months

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la petite mort.

pairing: regulus black x reader.

song inspiration: greedy by tate mcrae.

author's note: you guys, the wonka press tour is going to be the death of me. timothee looks so hot and therefore it gave me extra inspiration to finish this little piece.

Regulus Black was first and foremost a gentleman.

Before you started dating, Regulus was adamant about courting you properly. Your boyfriend was a bit old-fashioned that way, but you absolutely adored it. During your first date, Regulus took you out to the fanciest restaurant in town, opened the door for you, pulled out your chair, and didn’t even blink twice before sliding his card down when the check came.

Ever since then, Regulus spoiled you rotten. Every day, he walked you to class, carried your bag and books, and even left sweet little notes for you to find throughout the day. In the eyes of the public, Regulus Black was the picture of the perfect gentleman, but in private, your boyfriend was anything but.

There was a dark side to Regulus. A side that you took great delight in awakening. Tonight, you were more determined than ever to push your boyfriend to his limits.

It was a typical Friday night. You and Regulus were at his dorm for your weekly study date. Except you really weren’t in the mood to study. You were laying on your stomach on his bed, absentmindedly flipping through the potions manual in front of you. The assignment was to translate the text from French, but you hardly had more than a few sentences transcribed on your parchment. You were much too distracted at the moment.

While the manual failed to capture your attention, Regulus did not. Your boyfriend was sitting across the room reading some obscure tome about dark magic. He leaned over the wooden desk, the sleeves of his shirt rolled just past his elbows, which gave you the perfect view of the veins on his forearms. His green and silver tie hung loosely around his neck, exposing the perfectly kissable column of his throat.

Unaware of your ogling, Regulus twirled his wand between his fingers as his features pinched in concentration. Those angelic curls grazed his impossibly high cheekbones, drawing your attention to the smattering of freckles across his nose. As he read, Regulus mouthed the words silently, his lips curving around the vowels in the most delicious way. His green eyes burned intensely, illuminated by the warm glow of the lantern beside him.

Abandoning your assignment, you dragged yourself off of the bed and sidled up behind him. Regulus melted into your touch as you massaged his shoulders. He looked up and the light hit his eyes just right, golden spears bursting through the rich green hues like a kaleidoscope.

Regulus grabbed your chin and dragged your face down to his, planting a sweet kiss against your lips. You hummed against his mouth, eager to deepen the otherwise chaste kiss. You felt him smile at your enthusiasm before he gently tugged at your hair, forcing you to look at him once again.

“Did you finish your translations, my love?’

You shook your head. “No, I think I need a study break.”

Regulus tutted. “Come show me what you’ve done so far and I’ll tell you if you’ve earned one.”

You pouted. It wasn’t very often that Regulus denied your request. Usually, he bent over backwards just to make you happy, so when he didn’t immediately grant you what you wanted, you couldn’t help but act like an absolute brat. Patience had never been your strong suit and Regulus knew that.

Your boyfriend watched with an amused smirk as you retrieved your manual and parchment with a little frown on your face. You set the studying materials down on his desk and crossed your arms.

“Where am I supposed to sit?”

Regulus patted his lap. “Right here is fine, darling.”

He almost chuckled at how quickly your mood brightened after that, but he didn’t want to give himself away. Regulus knew exactly what you wanted and he had every intention of making you work for it. You made yourself right at home on his lap, rubbing your arse against his crotch. He would’ve been embarrassed at how hard he already was underneath you, but Regulus had absolutely no shame when it came to his girl.

“Why don’t you read what you have so far, mon amour?”

You began by reading the ingredients, which listed the main components of the potion. Those were easy enough to translate given that the terms were quite similar in each language. Regulus urged you to continue and you had no choice but to fumble through the instructions, which you had undoubtedly mucked up after getting distracted by him.

“Faire chauffer à feu doux,” you said reluctantly.

Regulus shook his head. “Faire chauffer à feu fort,” he corrected in perfect French.

It was rather pathetic how hot and bothered you were over boiling instructions, but you couldn’t stop squirming at how attractive it was to hear your boyfriend speak the language of love. Regulus bid you to continue, which you did rather distractedly.

You struggled through the next few sentences, pressing your thighs together every time Regulus corrected your pronunciation. “You have to roll your tongue, darling. Like this.”

After Regulus demonstrated by rolling his tongue and sounding out the word flawlessly, your skin felt so hot that you were surprised you hadn’t burst into flames. As you stuttered over the next few sentences, you felt Regulus shuffle underneath you. He slowly unbuckled his belt and slid off his pants. You stopped mid-sentence when he lifted up your skirt.

Regulus slapped your thigh so hard that the action made you jerk in his lap. “I didn’t say you could stop. Keep reading, love.”

“Trancher de la racine aux pointes—“ you stammered lamely through the words as his hands roamed underneath your skirt.

You held your breath as he palmed you through the cotton fabric. Regulus smirked when he felt how wet and needy you were for him. He pulled your panties to the side, not bothering to take them off as he caressed your slit. Coating his index and middle fingers with your arousal, Regulus spread your wetness all along your folds.

A pathetic little whimper escaped your lips. Regulus grabbed your chin and turned you towards him. “I told you to keep reading,” he growled. “Start that section over and don't stop or I’ll make you regret it. Do you understand, princess?”

With a nod, you continued to decipher the next section. Regulus hummed in approval as he lifted your hips. You gripped the parchment as your boyfriend positioned you over his length before thrusting his cock inside of you without warning.

You bit your lip to keep your moan in. “What are you doing, Reg?”

Regulus chuckled darkly. “You didn’t think I’d let you get away with acting like a spoiled fucking brat, did you?” You gasped as he sheathed himself in your warmth, filling you to the hilt and nearly making you squirm with pleasure. “You wanted my cock so I’m giving it to you, but I’m not moving until you finish your assignment.”

The whine that escaped out of you made him smirk. “Now be a good girl so you can get your reward, yeah?”

Your boyfriend stayed true to his word. Every time you translated a phrase correctly, Regulus rewarded you with a slow thrust. He grunted as he drove deeper into you, whispering praises of encouragement in your ear.

“My smart girl,” Regulus declared proudly, littering kisses against your neck. “Keep going, baby. You want more, don’t you?”

The growing need for him distracted you. When you pronounced a word wrong, Regulus pulled all the way out until only his tip teased along your folds. You whimpered at the loss, loathing the hollow and empty feeling it left you with.

Regulus grabbed you by the throat. “Salé means savory, sucré is sweet. I’m disappointed. I know you know this, darling. Let’s refresh.” He pressed his lips against yours and you ached to kiss him, but you knew that he wouldn’t be pleased if you did so without permission. “Say it with me. Salé.”

You swallowed thickly as he spoke the words against your mouth. The smooth way that the word rolled off of his tongue made you clench around him. Regulus smirked as you repeated the word, slightly stuttering while you struggled to stay still.

“Salé.”

“Does it turn you on when I speak French, mon amour?” You nodded silently, not trusting yourself with words at the moment. “I know it does, gorgeous girl. I can tell by the way your pretty little pussy is clenching around my cock. Poor thing, you must be aching to be fucked, aren’t you?”

Tears pricked at your eyes. You wanted him so badly that it actually hurt. Regulus wiped the errant tear away with his thumb. “One more, darling. Surely you can manage.” He tilted your chin up and spoke the last word against your lips. “Sucré.”

“Sucré,” you repeated obediently.

“What does it mean?”

“Sweet.”

“Just like you, pretty girl.” Regulus kissed your cheek. “That wasn’t so hard, was it? Now you can have your study break.”

You sighed in relief when Regulus finally kissed you. The chaste kiss from earlier was gone. Instead, he claimed your mouth with his tongue, leaving open mouthed kisses that had you tugging at his curls for more. He smiled as you grinded into him, making him grunt in pleasure as you lowered onto his length.

“So eager, aren’t we? Where do you want me, mon amour? Here or on the bed?”

“Neither,” you gasped into his mouth before glancing at the desk behind you.

He chuckled when he realized what you meant. “Is this what you were thinking about, love? Couldn’t focus on your work because you were imagining me bending you over that desk?”

You nodded. “Yes,” you breathed. “Please, Reg. I need you so bad.”

“Fuck, you’re so pretty when you beg.” Regulus shifted and patted your thigh. “Come on, darling. Bend over for me. Let me fuck you on this desk until you cry.”

Regulus watched with lust blown eyes as you bent over the wooden desk. He flipped your skirt up and palmed your ass, the cold bite of his rings sending shivers down your spine. You bit your lip as Regulus loosened his tie. He smirked as he slid it off his neck.

“Put your arms behind your back, mon cœur.”

You eagerly obeyed his command. Regulus pinned your wrists together and bound you with his tie. Pressing your cheek against the wood, he stripped you of your shirt and kissed along your spine. Regulus leaned over and slipped a hand underneath your lacy bra, squeezing your tits as he positioned himself behind you. His other hand guided his cock at your entrance. Regulus slipped in slowly, giving you inch after delicious inch.

“Merde,” Regulus cursed. “You feel so fucking good, princess.”

Once he started moving, you were reduced to a blubbering mess. Regulus was relentless as he fucked you from behind, his fingers digging into your hips while he drove in and out of you. The parchment and quills that were neatly laid out on his desk clattered to the ground with every slam of his hips. The desk rattled against the wall while he fucked you into oblivion.

You pressed your cheek against the wood, the sound of your moans bouncing off the walls while you begged for more. “Baise-moi fort, Regulus.”

Regulus hissed, thrusting into you with force just like you asked. The line between pain and pleasure blurred. Warm tears coated your cheeks as he pushed your body to the limit. Regulus pulled your hair and tugged him towards you for a sloppy kiss. Your legs shook underneath you as he slapped your ass. You could feel the imprint of his rings brand itself into your skin. He timed his thrusts with each smack, making you wetter and wetter by the second.

He brushed your hair back, kissing your cheek. Regulus placed his hand on your stomach and pressed down just as he rutted into you. “Feel that, princess? This is what I think about all day. Burying myself so deep inside you that you can’t even form words.” You babbled in response, whatever words you were trying to form came out entirely incoherent. “Have I fucked you dumb, darling? You should know better than to ask me to fuck you harder. You know I have no control when it comes to you, Y/N.”

You cried as he slammed into you. “S’too much, Reggie. I—I can’t take anymore—“

Regulus only laughed. “That’s too fucking bad, princess. You begged like a whore, so you get fucked like one too.” He licked a stripe against your neck before leaving love bites on every surface of your skin.

There was nothing your boyfriend loved more than claiming your body like this. He smiled as you whimpered, knowing that you’d be marked and bruised for days to come. Though your cheeks were stained with tears, Regulus knew you could take more. Your body told him everything he needed to know. The way you fluttered around him indicated that you were close. He was definitely pushing your limit, but Regulus had a habit of coaxing you out of your comfort zone to provide the most mind-blowing orgasms that you’ve ever experienced.

“Cum for me, mon amour.”

White hot heat surged through your veins. You moaned his name while the orgasm crested like a wave, washing over your body like a biblical flood. For a second, it felt like your soul had left your body entirely. The phrase la petite mort flashed in your mind. The little death, the French called it.

Just when you thought that the high was finally leveling out, Regulus picked you up and placed you on the desk. He untied your wrists before kneeling between your legs. Regulus smirked as he kissed along the inside of your thighs. Those pretty eyes flashed with mischief as he bit into your flesh.

“Hang on, pretty girl. I’m not done with you yet.”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as Regulus lapped up your arousal. He kissed and sucked at your wet cunt like they were hauling him off to Azkaban at any given moment. Your boyfriend grunted when you tugged at his luscious curls, utterly turned on by your roughness. When Regulus looked up at you through thick, dark lashes with his mouth dripping with your cum, you couldn’t help but shiver at the sight.

You loved seeing Regulus like this. You loved knowing that only you could awaken this dark and dangerous side of him.

“Oh god, Reg,” you keened, arching against his mouth. “Fuck, I love you.”

Regulus hummed in approval, spelling out his initials against your folds. The curve of R.A.B. branded itself into your core in the most erotic way possible. The message was clear. You belonged to Regulus and Regulus alone.

As he worked, Regulus pumped himself between his fingers. You could feel him edging towards release just as a second orgasm washed over you. Regulus looked up when you tugged at his hair.

“Don’t cum yet, baby,” you said hoarsely. “Not until you’re inside me again.”

“Mon dieu, you kill me when you say things like that.” Regulus hissed as he wrapped your legs around his waist. The groan that escaped his lips as he slipped inside of you again was downright vulgar. “My filthy fucking girl. I love being inside of you.”

You whimpered in response, bringing him closer as he pounded into you again and again. “I love when you fill me up, Reg. You’re the only one who can make me feel like this. You’re the only one who can fuck me like I need. Gods, you’re perfect.”

“You feel so fucking good,” Regulus whispered against your lips. “Gods, I’m so close.”

“I know, Reggie. I know.” You kissed him, sighing as you canted your hips to match his rhythm. “I want to feel you cum inside of me, pretty boy.”

Regulus grunted, his thrusts growing sloppy and desperate. Your words sent him over the edge and he came with a gasp, biting into your shoulder to keep himself from waking up the dungeons. You held him as the orgasm seized his body, whispering sweet nothings into his ear and following the praise with adoring kisses.

Your heart warmed as he gazed lovingly up at you. He pulled out slowly, peppering kisses all over your face but never taking his eyes off of you. The way Regulus looked at you made you feel like you were the only girl in the world.

“Reg?” you murmured.

“Yes, my love?”

“I think I like studying after all.” Regulus chuckled against your skin, his curls tickling your neck. “You’re excellent at inspiring motivation.”

“Anything for you, mon amour. I was a goner the second you called me pretty boy.”

“Is that so?” You teased, kissing the tip of his nose. “Well, you are, you know. You’re my pretty boy.”

“Don’t say that unless you’re ready for another round.”

“I’m always ready for you, Reggie. I can’t get enough.”

Regulus picked you up bridal style and carried you to the bed. “Je t'aime de tout mon cœur, my cheeky girl.”

“I love you too, Regulus Arcturus Black.” You smiled and kissed his temple. “With all my heart.”

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linos-luna · 1 year

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My baby 🔪❣️

Yandere!Bang Chan x Fem!Reader

♡ (Pt. 1) (Pt. 2). (Pt. 3) (Pt. 4) (Pt. 5) (Pt. 6) (Pt. 7) (Pt. 8) (Pt. 9) (Pt. 10)

Warnings: forced ddlg , infantilization, yandere behavior , cursing , 18+ , light smut , unhealthy relationships

Synopsis: Chan treats you like a little kid. To him, you are his baby and he needs to care for you 24/7. At first it was cute but now he did everything for you. From dressing you to feeding you, you had no freedom and the consequences for resisting him were scary…

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It’s around 10am and you’re sitting at the dining table. After your boyfriend dressed you to his liking and you begging him to let you brush your own teeth, you were now at the table for breakfast and was faced with a spoon of eggs being held up to your mouth. Chan was playfully pouting as he urged you to eat it.

“Chan, I can feed mys-“

“What’d you call me?” He interrupted, pinching your thigh.

“Daddy! Sorry Daddy!” You whimpered in pain. Your thigh was already covered in bruises from before, the pinch over them made it much more painful.

As quick as he got mad he went back to his happy demeanor, smiling as he lifted the spoon to your mouth again. “Open up baby”

You reluctantly did so, not wanting to upset him again.

After breakfast you went to the living room and he turned on SpongeBob for you. Of all the cartoons he’d put on, you actually liked SpongeBob so it wasn’t too bad. You sat on the floor, coloring a picture on the coffee table while having a rilakkuma plushie on your lap.

You looked like a child. Chan had you dressed in a puff sleeved blue shirt and flowy black skirt. On top you also wore a grey zip up hoodie and some knee high socks. To make it worse, you had a sippy cup with orange juice next to you. It really would be humiliating if anyone were to walk in.

Chan was cleaning up the dishes that was left from the night before, finally giving you some time alone. You looked around the room and spotted something under the couch. It was your phone. You hadn’t seen it in days and was surprised Chan hadn’t thrown it away.

You grabbed it and took a look at your messages. There were missed calls and a few friends of yours had messaged you asking where you’ve been and if you’re okay.

For a while now you’ve been trying to figure out a way to get out. To sneak out in the middle of the night without being seen is ideal. For weeks you had studied your boyfriend’s patterns and how he locks up at night. You had to get out. A tear rolled down your cheek and you quickly tossed the phone back under the couch as you heard Chan coming.

“Hi baby. I finished the dishes! Now we can spend some time together.” He said smiling down at you.

Now you just have to keep him in a good mood for the rest of the day. Act like how he wants you to, humor him.

“Yay!” You said clapping, cringing at the childish glee you just portrayed.

He nodded, chuckling at how cute you are. He crouched down and looked at your drawing, happy to see the effort you put into it.

“Can we put it on the fridge?” You asked sweetly while tugging at his arm.

“Yes of course!”

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After cleaning up the shared bedroom, putting your favorite plushies on the bed, and playing some games, Chan wanted to cuddle with you while watching a movie. It was a cold rainy day and he loved cuddling with you.

You sat on his lap with a warm blanket draped over both you. On one side sat your rilakkuma plushie then on your right was your sippy cup. Chan had his arms wrapped around you, holding you tight and nuzzling his head in your neck. You leaned back to rest a bit, you needed the energy for tonight but just as you did, you felt your boyfriend’s hand going under the blanket and under your skirt.

You tensed up, you knew what he wanted. He often did this when he wanted to “cuddle” but you weren’t into it right now. You often weren’t in the mood but he didn’t really care.

You felt him rubbing your panties and you gasped. “D-daddy… n-not- ”

“Shhh…” he hushed you, moving his fingers under your panties. “I’m just trying to make you feel good…”

You whined as you felt him rubbing your clit, instantly moving your hand to his, trying to shove it away. “N-no I don’t want- ”

“Hey!” Chan suddenly yanked your hair back. “What are you doing?!”

“S-sorry I’m sorry!” You cried out feeling his other hand smack your thigh.

“I’m trying to help you!”

“Y-yes yes! I’m sorry!” You were trying to stop crying as he continued pinching your thigh.

He nodded and let go of your hair, letting you lean back to your relaxing position again. “Now relax baby…” he said softly, rubbing your clit again.

He continued fingering you until you came a few times and were exhausted, you barely paid any attention to the movie.

Soon you started to fall asleep and he carried you to bed. He dressed you in your pajamas and tucked you in with your plushie. Chan gave you a kiss on the forehead and stepped out to turn off the lights in the living room and brush his teeth. As he did so, you quickly got up and looked for a key in his drawer, putting it in your pocket before getting back under the sheets.

He came back in and laid next to you, giving another kiss before wrapping his arms around you and slowly drifting off.

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3-4 hours later you decided to make your move as he let go of you and rolled to the other side. You got up, put on some sneakers and quietly snuck out of the room.

You made your way to the front door, carefully unlocking the locks with the key you found in Chan’s drawer. You finally unlocked it and just as you open the door you hear a shout behind you.

“Hey! What are you doing?!?” Chan shouts at you while stomping towards you. You froze for a moment in fear but quickly turned to run. However Chan had grabbed you by the shirt and pulled you in. You fought and struggled as he tried getting ahold of you and shoved you into the bookshelf near the door. You kept yourself from falling and as he was about to grab you again. You then threw a heavy book at him and it stunned him for a moment, then you threw another one before running out.

You ran down the street looking around for help but since it was nearly 2am no one was out. You continued running but when you looked back you saw your boyfriend coming at you full speed, reminding you how of how fit and active he was.

You were hopeful as you were getting close to a busy road but you suddenly feel a sharp pain in your shoulder, this stunned you and caused you to slip on the wet concrete.

You yelled out in pain when you fell, scrapping both your knees and the palms of your hands from trying to catch yourself. Your wrist also hurt, it may have been sprain. You looked next to you and saw a rock maybe the size of a baseball. He must’ve thrown it.

Chan caught up to you and looked down shaking his head. He bent over to pick you up bridal style and started heading towards home. You tried squirming around to get free but it was no use. You were too weak.

Once inside, Chan threw you on the couch and stood over you.

“You dumb bitch… did you really think I was sleeping?!” He laughed, obviously amused by your sad escape attempt.

You weren’t sure what to say. You could barely hold yourself up since any pressure on your wrist was extremely painful and blood was dripping down your knees.

“D-daddy I’m sorry…”

“Are you really?” He said in a more sarcastic tone. “Seems to me like you’re just a dumb baby that got caught.”

You frantically shook your head and sat up, now crying. “No no! I’m sorry! I’m really sorry!”

“You’re such a bad liar.” He laughed again. He pulled you up by your arm and tried pushing you towards the bedroom. Unfortunately, your knees were still in extreme pain and you fell after losing balance. Chan was getting impatient.

He grabbed you by the hair and dragged you across the floor to the bedroom. You screamed and tried grabbing onto his wrist but it didn’t seem to affect him.

“Daddy has to punish you now.” He said now letting go of you with his arms crossed. “You only did this to yourself.”

You sat on the floor and wiped your tears with your sleeves, coming up with an idea.

He lifted you by your shirt and tossed you on the bed. “I love you! Why do you resist me?! You NEED me!”

As he continued ranting, towering over you, you backed away to the pillows at the head of the bed and grabbing your Rilakkuma plushie. You held the bear to your chest and although it hurt, you bent your knees together to look innocent.

“I’m sorry daddy…” you said, sounding more like a toddler while wiping your tears with your sleeve.

Chan paused for a moment, looking at you. You looked like his innocent baby again and he couldn’t help think about how cute you looked in that moment.

“Yeah? You’re sorry?” Chan replied, tilting his head.

You nodded and the next thing you did made you internally cringe.

“Yes daddy I’m sorry… I was being dumb baby…” you said, now sucking your thumb as tears rolled down your cheeks.

Chan smiled in satisfaction, patting your head. “There’s my baby…”

You nodded and pointed towards your knees. “D-daddy… I have-… baby has ouchies…”

“I know. Looks like they hurt. Daddy will have to clean it up for you.” He replied, leaving to the bathroom to get the first aid kit. You scooted forward and dangled you legs over the edge, waiting for him to come back.

You were surprised that it actually worked. Looks like acting like a baby got you out of severe punishment for now. It make you cringe using baby talk and sucking your thumb but that was the only way to keep your boyfriend from being angry with you.

Your boyfriend came back in and got a wet cloth out to clean up the area. He took off your sneakers and you looked down at him, sucking your thumb while holding your bear with the other hand. Things were definitely going to get worse…

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Ko-fi

This was an odd request. But fun to write. 😅

Happy new year! 🎆

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starcrossedreaders · 1 year

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Late Night Ramen

Leon Kennedy x Reader

Honestly, this fic can be any version of Leon you would like it to be. Requests are open btw!

Fluff

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The shuffling of your boyfriend coming home in the late hours of the night was nothing new to you. His attempts to be quiet were enduring but, failed miserably. The slamming of his car door could be heard from your shared room, the front door desperately needed to be oiled, and the floorboard near the front door groaned under his footsteps. Tonight was no different, you could hear the slamming of his car door, the squeak of the front door, and the groan of the floorboards, all that was left was the squeak of the bedroom door. After waiting a few heartbeats in anticipation you didn’t hear his quiet footsteps approaching your shared room. Instead you could hear clashing of pots and pans from the kitchen.

Leon tried, he really did tried to be quiet when making his way to the kitchen to cook the spicy ramen he picked up from the local gas station on the corner. His mission took a toll on him, physically. It was only supposed to last a day, so he was only sent away with a day worth's of rations. So by the third day his stomach twisted in pain and the spearmint flavor gum made him sick. So naturally, he stopped to get a quick and easy dinner, or was it breakfast? He couldn’t care less, all he wants is to eat and crawl into his warm bed with you in it. Normally, he would just keep his ramen sweet and simple by cooking it with just what was given, but tonight? He was going to fest and treat himself right. Rummaging through the fridge he took out eggs, green onions, left over meat you had cooked the previous night, and a nice cold beer. It’s the least he can do to treat himself.

What the fuck was your boyfriend doing at 2:35 in the morning? Gods, you loved him so much but you were in desperate need to be in his arms. Shuffling out bed, you were quick to grab Leon’s old R.P.D. hoodie and shrugged it on. It has seen it’s fair share of wear, the strings were shriveled, the R.P.D was barely readable and the cuffs of the sleeves had a hole on either side. The room door creaked slightly surly warning your significant other of your presence. You feet padded on the cold wood. You peaked your head around the hallway corner to spot your boyfriend’s defined back. He had taken of his shirt due to the hot apartment, he preferred it cold, while you preferred it hot, so when he would leave on missions you would change the thermostat. He was banging his head lightly as he mumbled some lyrics from his favorite rock song. His hand moved up and down at a rapid pace as he copped something. Steam rose from his left side as you could hear boiling water.

“hmm, whatcha cooking?” you fully walked out of the hallway as Leon jumped a little.

“Whatcha doing up?” Ah, quick witted as always.

“Well, when you didn’t come to bed I was curious as to what could be more important then your cold lonely girlfriend,” You laid your cold hands on either side of his hips. He was quick to jolt and tear your hands off of his body.

“Baby, you are too cold,” His eyes focused on the green onions in front of him. You peered over his shoulder, resting your chin on his as you pouted.

“So mean,” He scoffed out a laugh and shook his head.

“Would you like some ramen? I’m almost done.”

“That’s what smells so good?”

“Yes, let’s just say I was grossly un-prepared for that last mission and now I’m starving out of my mind,” He was quick to split the ramen into two different bowls. He then, cut the soft boiled eggs and sprinkle the green onions he just cut on top of the steaming noodles.

“Do you mind grabbing my beer love,” you gave him a hum of approval as he picked up the two bowls in either hand. You opened the silverware draw for some chopsticks and closed it with bump of your hip. Leon kissed the crown of your head as he lead you to the living room couch. As you sat next to the arm of the couch you set his beer on the coffee table in front of you. Leon sat right next to you so your thighs were touching. You leaned on his shoulder as you guys ate in peace.

“I can’t believe that,” you shook you head in disapproval as Leon told you how his mission went.

“Tell me about it. I’m just glad to be home, I missed you.”

“I missed you more,”

“Impossible,” he mumbled against your lips before he connected his to yours. His hand rested against your jaw and you placed you hand on his thigh to stable yourself. Your bowls were left on the coffee table as your tongues did a waltz.

When you guys pulled apart for air a string of saliva kept you two connected. Leon was quick to swipe it away.

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

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nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos · 5 months

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I think this is probably the last one for tonight. Or...this morning. It's five A.M. and it would likely be logical for me to go sleep now.

Soooo I got two Fluffy Alphabet requests for Sassy McSwordsman back to back with quite a few intersecting letters, so I just combined them both into one post.

This post, even.

Anyway...Mihawk.

A is for Affirmation (How affirming are they of you and their love for you?)

“Yes, I called you 'darling.' What of it? Shall I call you pest instead?”

Has developed a tendency to address you by pet names without being sarcastic about it, and doesn’t even really seem to notice he’s doing it unless you point it out—in which case he’ll fix you with a wry look and probably an equally wry comment.

The L word really doesn’t come out of Mihawk’s mouth very often. It’s not something he’s ever said very much to anyone, he doesn’t wear his heart on his sleeve. If you say it then he’ll respond accordingly, but otherwise he don’t say it much.

Actions speak far louder than words in his case. He has made it clear that he absolutely will not tolerate anyone or anything threatening or insulting you, that he places your safety and contentment on a pedestal and will do whatever he has to in order to ensure you have both.

When he does say it, you know he means it. He makes sure to look into your eyes, to say it with absolute conviction.

Always says it before you part ways, regardless of how long, or before you fall asleep. Given the dangerous and violent nature of his life in general, he knows full well that any time you part could be the last time. He wants to make sure that if that should come to pass, that “I love you” should be the final words exchanged between you.

C is for Courtship (How would they court you?)

“I wouldn’t venture to waste my time speaking with anyone but the most stunning woman here, my lady.”

Courtship is a game of cat and mouse to Mihawk—once he knows you’re interested, he thoroughly enjoys teasing you with his own intentions, and he’s both patient and confident enough to keep the game going until you’re ready to lose your everloving mind.

He’s fairly subtle about it, but not so subtle as to leave you wondering about whether he’s interested. He’ll make it clear enough that he wants you to himself, but he wants to make sure to leave you wanting, to build the anticipation to a breaking point.

Intense eye contact when you’re speaking, peppered with quick glances up and down your body.

Keeping his voice low and intimate when he speaks to you, maybe as an excuse to lean in a little closer…or a lot closer.

His hand curling beneath your chin to draw you in, close enough to almost meet your lips before drawing back and assuming a more formal tone again—eyes glued to yours the entire time, drawing a great deal of entertainment from your reaction.

Greeting you or parting ways with you by bending down slightly to lift your hand and brush his lips to it.

F is for Family/Family (What happens when they’re around other people you care about?)

“Yes, darling, I’ll behave—so long as they do.”

He’s willing to grin and bear family affairs and friends for your sake, though he very much prefers it being just the two of you.

Perfectly capable of being polite and cordial, though there’s going to be the occasional dry comment here or there simply because sass is his default setting.

But if it’s uncomfortable for you to be around anyone, or if you have any family members or fair-weather friends that happen to be vindictive and/or judgmental, then it might be best to leave him out of it—he absolutely will not put up with anyone insulting you.

You’re his treasure, after all—and he’s one of the strongest men in the world, which makes you, as far as he’s concerned, among the most valuable treasures in the world. No one gets away with doing or saying anything to demean you in front of him.

He has more than enough self-control to not get violent for your sake, but he doesn’t need Yoru to tear someone a new asshole if they do or say anything that he deems offensive. He’s just as quick with words as he is with a blade, and the offending party is going to come out of the exchange with a mortally wounded sense of pride.

I is for I Love You (Who says it first, how long does it take, how does it happen?)

“What do you mean, ‘do I mean it?’ Why would I have said it if I didn’t?”

Him. Absolutely him.

Solitary as he is, it’s a bit awkward for him to say in the first place. He wants to be sure you know, but he doesn’t want to make a huge deal of it. It’s just a simple truth that has to be stated at some point, and he has to be sure he’s the one who says it first.

It might take a while. He won’t say it until he’s absolutely sure of it, but his inclination to be in total control of any and every situation he finds himself in means he’s going to take that initiative himself.

If he so much as senses you intend to say it first, he’s going to cut you off every single time.

It’s also going to come completely out of the blue. Not in the middle of some extravagant gesture, but just in passing; perhaps before you go to bed one night, perhaps as you happen to be leaving the room. He intends to catch you off guard with it, to see if you simply return the sentiment single thought, before it fully registers in your mind what you’ve just said—what he has just said.

The more taken aback you are by the realization, the more amused he’ll be; he was halfway aiming to shock you, and he finds it quite endearing.

K is for Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you/be kissed?)

“…And to whom, little one, do those lips belong?”

Firm and unyielding, deep and intense, grasping you by your arms or your wrists to limit your own movement and claim full control. He wants to steal your breath away every time your lips touch, and damned if he isn’t an expert at it.

He loves to press his lips just below the corner of your jaw to feel your pulse quicken while his hands drift over you.

He’s going to leave bruises, marks across your neck and shoulders that claim you as his, so that no one might dare question who you belong to.

Mihawk would never admit to having any weakness, but if he had to admit to just one, it would be when you brush your lips just next to his ear in between intimate murmurs and whispers—it drives him absolutely feral for you.

N is for Needs (What do they need in a healthy relationship?)

“Come now, dear—do you think I would be here with you if I didn’t honestly want to be?”

Not an awful lot, honestly. As high maintenance as he comes across (and he his high maintenance in nearly every other aspect of his life), he really doesn’t require much from a romantic relationship. Just the basics, really: trust, honesty, and loyalty. The three go hand-in-hand, and he would never have even entertained the idea of a relationship with you if he didn’t trust you, so he isn’t terribly concerned.

His confidence borders on arrogance at the best of times, so reassurance isn’t any issue. He can’t see any reason that you would lie about your feelings, nor does he have any reason to lie about his own. He’s brutally honest to a fault, so there really isn’t any reason for you to mistrust him, either.

While he would prefer for his lover to be just as low-maintenance, he won’t fault you if you aren’t. He has no issue offering you reassurance if you require it—though he may taunt you a bit about needing it in the first place.

Quality time would likely be his primary love language; he can stand some time apart, but he very much prefers having you near. Knowing you’re safe in his arms gives him peace of mind.

O is for Others (How do they react when you’re around other people?)

“Of course I trust you, my little bird—it’s everyone else that presents an issue.”

It strongly depends on the people in question. If he knows that you’re in a social situation you find uncomfortable, he won’t leave your side for any reason, and will use his presence alone to intimidate the opposing party until they leave you be.

If you’re among friends, he’ll take on more of a silent observer role. He’s more than capable of being amicable if directly addressed, but otherwise he’s likely to remain off to the side, quietly watching and listening, taking it as an opportunity to learn more about you.

In a crowd of strangers, particularly if he notices any other men eyeing you, he’ll keep an arm curled protectively around your waist. He isn’t much for public displays of affection, but he wants it to be known that you’re his, and that anyone who thinks they can change that will have to answer to him.

He does his best not to come off as imposing or controlling toward you—but while he trusts you implicitly, he doesn’t extend that courtesy to many other people.

#mihawk #opla #one piece #mihawk opla #mihawk one piece #opla headcanon #one piece headcanon #headcanon #mihawk headcanon #mihawk x reader #fluff

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lfghughes · 10 months

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Could we get something where y/n and Jack go out to dinner with the team and y/n is being really needy. Jack at first is kinda pushing her away and trying to distract himself from her but really he’s just super flustered because of how much he can’t say no to her. Eventually when they get home they just cuddle and make out all night. So much love for u!!

a/n: no! so much love for you okay?! thank you for sending this request in

Nine out of ten times you were okay with going out to dinner and drinks with everyone from the team and Jack. Tonight though you had kind of wanted to just have Jack more to yourself and to spend the night at home but everyone had agreed to go out a few nights back and you didn’t want to cancel or to have Jack cancel. Your arms went around his waist as you reached up to press a kiss to his lips but one ultimately ended up not being enough for you as you continued on. Before you could really turn this one kiss into a make out session, Jack had pulled away. “Nuh uh, you’re going to either make us late or not show up at all.”

If there was one thing Jack hated it was having to tell you no but he also knew how easily he could get lost in you and that if he kept on kissing you then he wasn’t going to be able to just stop there. A small pout grew on your lips when he had pulled away and he once again shook his head. “None of that.” You were already cutting it close and with how traffic was in the city, you needed to head out now or you’d be late regardless of a make out session or not.

At the restaurant you both took your seats after greeting everyone else, somehow you had made it just in time. After you ordered some food your hand mindlessly went to Jacks thigh, your fingers drawing small circles. You only realized your own actions when Jacks hand went on top of yours and brushed it off of him. Immediately you felt your heart sink a little and you knew it was mostly your brain just overthinking it because it’s not like you had done anything to make Jack upset with you.

You looked over at him and instead noticed the pink tinge that had grown on his cheeks. “You okay, Jack?” Nico asked from across the table and Jack let out a small cough. “Oh yeah, totally fine. Actually I’ll be right back. Gotta use the restroom.” His cheeks got slightly pinker as he got up from his seat and disappeared deeper into the restaurant. When he came back the rest of the night went by a lot smoother and before you knew it you were finally back home in your own bed.

“I know you’re not about to go to sleep.” Jack had just walked back into the room after taking a shower, slipping into your bed and the smell of his soap filled your nostrils. His hands went to your waist, pulling you closer to him until he could reach you to kiss you. Immediately he had deepened the kiss, his tongue moving against yours. A small groan left his lips before he pulled away. “You don’t understand how hard it was to keep my hands off you in that restaurant.” He mumbled quietly to you. “And just all the things I was thinking of doing to you when we got home did not help.” His lips went to your neck, pulling your shirt sleeve to the side slightly so he could press his lips to your shoulder. “Well are you going to show me some of those things?”

#jack hughes #jack hughes blurb #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes x reader

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kissesforsatoru · 2 years

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𓏲 ˖. pairings. . . kazuha x reader x scaramouche

𓏲 ˖. summary. . . kunikuzushi and kazuha are dating, and you want them both. what you don’t know is that they want you too

𓏲 ˖. warnings. . . general yandere themes, afab reader, degradation, threesome, orgasm denial, oral (giving), fingering, semi-public sex, virgin reader, a lot of kissing, scara and kazuha are 18, excessive use of the word whine

𓏲 ˖. notes. . . a self indulgent 6.4k word fic with my favorites 😩 i’m too lazy to edit this, so i’m sorry for the mistakes

this was originally posted on ao3 by me.

"y/n, are you ready?" kazuha asks as you grab your bag from behind your chair, sling it on your back and quickly walk towards the door where he stands. you nod your head with a smile which he returns sweetly.

"good. let's hurry, okay? i don't have a lot of time to tutor you today because i have a date with kuni tonight." the smile quickly falls from your face and you tilt your head down at the floor. a sudden sick feeling floods your stomach as you think about kazuha and kunikuzushi going on a date.

you’ve desperately been in love with both of them for a little over a year now. it started out as just a little puppy crush on kunikuzushi, who you helped a lot with student council business. then you started having trouble keeping your grades up, so your homeroom teacher assigned kazuha to be your tutor.

your crush on kazuha grew quickly. you were easily entranced by the soft smile and sweet praises he gave you whenever you did something correctly, and you absolutely swooned over the gentle encouragement you got when you struggled. kazuha is an absolute sweetheart, and he’s so very pretty too. honestly, it was no surprise that you harbored romantic feelings for him.

it wasn't until a few weeks after kazuha started tutoring you that you found out he and kunikuzushi were a couple. it was also around that time that kunikuzushi began treating you like you were the dirt on his shoes—glaring at you whenever you were with kazuha, ignoring you whenever you came to the student council room, even going so far as to yell insults at you whenever you messed up. you couldn't handle being treated like, so you stopped helping the student council. but your feelings for him never wavered.

your heart ached terribly. you want nothing more than to date them both and receive their affections. you want kunikuzushi to look at you the same way he looks at kazuha, so full of love and adoration. you want to be able to share sweet kisses with them both. you want to snuggle into kazuha's arms and fall asleep as he runs his fingers through your hair, whispering romantic poems into your ear. and mostly, you want to be pinned between them as they fuck you senseless.

"y/n?" you heard kazuha call. you snapped from your thoughts and realized you stopped walking, now mindlessly standing in the middle of the hallway. your eyes widened and you quickly caught up to kazuha, mumbling a little sorry when you were next to him.

"are you alright? you don't look too well. should we skip tutoring today so you can get checked out by the nurse?" you quickly turned towards him, grabbing his sleeves as you shook your head no aggressively. you would rather suffer eternally than miss out on your time with kazuha.

"no! i’m okay, i promise! i’m just a little distracted." you watch as kazuha stares at you, unable to fully process what just happened. you can tell he’s worried about you, and a little curious too. he has to wonder what could draw out such a reaction from you.

"okay," he whispers. you don’t notice his eyes flicking towards his boyfriend who stands shocked behind you. kazuha shakes his head curtly before turning his attention back to you. "let’s study somewhere more secluded today. follow me."

—/—

you look around the unfamiliar classroom kazuha dragged you to. from what you can tell, it looks abandoned, but also not really. the desks and chairs are pushed towards the back wall of the room, signifying that the classroom is unused, but it's much cleaner than an unused classroom should be.

you look towards kazuha with a confused expression on your face, tilting your head to the side as you do.

kazuha chuckles, "i use this place to ditch class a lot, kuni too." you gasp softly, bewildered by the idea of top student kazuha and student council president kunikuzushi actually skipping class. then again, you remember that neither boys seem to be the type to actually care about school, despite their positions.

you hum softly, turning your attention to the hem of your shirt, which you anxiously rub between your fingers. now that you’ve had a chance to calm down, you realize how ridiculous your actions were earlier and now you’re embarrassed. your cheeks begin to burn thinking about it as you bite your bottom lip.

"y/n," kazuha trails off, breaking the somewhat awkward silence. you look up to see him much closer than he just was a few seconds ago, and you can feel your heart begin to race against your chest. a small noise escapes your lips as kazuha sits in the chair belonging to the desk you’re sitting on. he gently grabs your hands and runs his thumb slowly across your skin.

you don’t know whether to feel more nervous or more comfortable by this. being this close to kazuha, having him hold your hands so carefully feels nice, but you have to remind yourself that you’re not allowed to get too comfortable with this affectionate treatment, because he’s not your boyfriend.

"what’s got you so distracted?" he whispers, looking up at you, and that look makes you suddenly feel like you’re unable to breathe.

"i just…" you look away, unable to keep your composure while kazuha looks at you like you're the most delicate, precious thing ever. that and, you’re afraid of the way kazuha will react when you finally admit the feelings you’re had for him and his boyfriend for so long.

you could try and play your earlier actions off as not getting enough sleep, or you having trouble at home, but you feel like in order to accept things you should confess. you know that kazuha won't treat you differently, at least you hope not. maybe kazuha will hate you or be disgusted, but at least then you might be able to move on.

"it’s just, i have feelings for someone who has a boyfriend… but I also have feelings for his boyfriend too." kazuha stays silent for a while, and you keep your head turned away, missing the smirk form on his lips.

"is that so?" kazuha trails off, letting go of your hands to gently rub his thumb in circles on your thighs instead. "tell me more, maybe I can help you."

you don't know what to say, tense and flustered from all the sudden attention kazuha is giving your body. his cool fingertips dragging lightly on your thighs sends shivers down your spine, and suddenly all the confidence you had about sharing your feelings is nowhere to be seen. you could feel the heat in your face burn hotter and your breath was short as you tried to process all the sensory information you were receiving.

it took you a few minutes, but kazuha didn't seem to mind at all. he continued to rub your thighs, staring at you as he waited patiently for a response.

"well… um. i used to hang out with his boyfriend, we weren't really friends or anything, just i helped out his club here and there and developed a crush." you bit your lip as you thought about how to say the next part, because if kazuha hadn't put the pieces together already, he would soon.

kazuha hummed, urging you to continue. you took a shaky breath.

"then later i started struggling with my grades and needed a tutor… i sort of grew a crush on him too."

after you admitted that, you looked away, avoiding kazuha’s intense stare. he tightened his grip on your thighs, and you assumed that he was getting frustrated. you almost expected him to push you aside and storm out of the classroom, but he didn't. instead he slid his hand further up your thigh to your waist, gripping it tightly to slide you off the desk and into his lap.

you gasped, face heated as you felt yourself stumble into his chest. you didn't know what to do or say, so you stayed still. your stomach swirled uncomfortably as you waited in anticipation for what he would do next.

kazuha held onto you tightly, feeling your soft, plush skin beneath his fingers. he used one hand to grip your chin, tilting your head up so that your faces were mere inches away from each other. you could feel his breath on you lips, and you whimpered softly at the sensation.

"i know exactly how to help you." kazuha whispered before pulling your head closer and kissing you on the lips. you let out another gasp, feeling electricity run through your entire body at the contact, and immediately you leaned forward to deepen the kiss. it felt so nice, so perfect, to be kissed by one of the people you love most. but then realization dawned on you about what exactly is happening.

worry filled your stomach at the thought of kunikuzushi finding out and hating you forever. you’ll be labeled as a boyfriend stealer or slit, and then everyone else will hate you too. even so, you couldn't find it in yourself to pull away. you whimpered into the kiss, pulling kazuha closer by the shirt.

kazuha lapped at the inside of your mouth, exploring every crevice of the warm cavern like it was his life's passion. he let his hands roam back down to your hips again, gripping them tightly as he harshly grinded up into your soaking pussy, coaxing a sweet little moan out of your pretty mouth.

your hands tightened on the fabric of his shirt as your body arched into his touch. kazuha pulls away slightly, only to nibble on your bottom lip, sucking lightly and making you let out a needy whine.

when kazuha pulls away he threads his fingers into your hair, tugging back gently to get the perfect view of your dazed face. you panted softly, tongue lulled slightly out of your mouth and drool seeped from the corner of your lips.

kazuha leaned in and ran his nose along your jaw, and then down your neck where he placed gentle kisses and nips, leaving a faint trail of light purple marks behind.

you whined, squirming in his hold. your whole body felt so sensitive and tingly, it was all so much for you to handle. kazuha continued to trail kisses all along your throat until he reached your collarbone, where he pressed a single light kiss to, eliciting another soft moan from you before he pulled back.

kazuha hummed as he looked at you. he ran a thumb over the marks he'd left, smirking as you shivered from his touch. he felt satisfied, not only with being able to make such a mess out of you from a few kisses, but also by being the first one to make a move on you.

after a few minutes of sitting silently, kazuha stood up, making sure that when he set you down you could stand properly. you held onto his arms, trying to balance yourself before looking up at him. worry once again filled your stomach and you felt like throwing up.

"why did you do that?" you asked, voice sounding so small. "what about kuni?" the last thing that you want is for kuni to hate you more than he probably already does. no matter how good it felt to kiss kazuha, you don’t want to ruin anything.

"there's nothing you need to worry about, y/n." you frowned, not feeling reassured at all by his words, but you stay silent.

you watch as kazuha turns around towards the desk you just shared a kiss at to grab both of your bags. it's then that you realize it's already time for you both to go and your frown deepens. you wish desperately that you could go with kazuha, that you didn't have to worry about kissing him just now.

"i won't be able to walk you to the train today, i'm sorry. will you be okay on your own?" you look up to see kazuha standing close to you with one arm outstretched that holds your bag. you grabbed it, nodding your head as you whispered that you would be fine.

kazuha smiles at you before walking out of the room, leaving you there alone.

—/—

the next day you walked into school feeling like shit. you hardly got any sleep last night, not being able to shake the thought of kunikuzushi finding out about the kiss you had with kazuha. you remembered what kazuha told you about not having to worry, but that only made you feel more anxious. what's there not to worry about when you kissed someone else’s boyfriend behind said boyfriend’s back?

if kunikuzushi found out that you’re the reason kazuha cheated, then he'd hate you, and that's the absolute last thing you want.

when you walked into your home room class, you tried your best not to freak out. the sight of kunikuzushi sitting at his desk, reading a book so peacefully made you feel guilty. you swallowed thickly as you began walking past him, but he looked up at you before you could make it far.

the moment your eyes met his, you felt your heart jump up into your throat. you stared at each other for only a few seconds, but you felt like it was much longer. kunikuzushi looked at you blankly, and you couldn't help but feel nervous.

kunikuzushi smirked, flicking his eyes back down to his book as you stood frozen and unable to breathe.

you bit your lip as you tried to process what just happened.iIt was such an unusual encounter because kunikuzushi hardly paid you any attention except for the occasional glare or snide comment. the only explanation for kunikuzushi's actions could be that he was somehow mocking you, but kunikuzushi took to insults more than whatever the fuck that was.

"you look like an idiot just standing there." kunikuzushisaid flattly, not taking his eyes off of his book. your cheeks burned and you quickly took your seat behind him.

hee hour-long class went by agonizingly slow. you could barely concentrate on anything, and kunikuzushi wasn't really helping you with that at all. in fact, he made it much harder for you to even think properly by taking any chance that he could to mess with you.

it made your head spin. you were so confused about kunikuzushi's switch in behavior, but at the same time it made you buzz in delight. who were yoy to deny affections from one of your crushes, no matter how out of character it was or if it was to mock you.

the thing is, since kunikuzushi's behavior is unexpected, you can't help but become a flustered mess whenever you interect with him. even making breif eye conctact makes you become so unbelievably shy.

there was a particular instance where the teacher asked kunikuzushi to hand out a worksheet for everyone to complete. he went around the room placing a copy on each persons desk, but when he got to you he held his hand out for you to take it yourself.

your fingers brushed together lightly causing you to gasp quietly. kunikuzushi smirked as he leaned down close to you. so close, in fact, that you could feel you skin begin to tingle as kunikuzushi's warm breath fanned your face. you struggled to look directly at him, nervous by this closeness.

"what's wrong?" he said lowly, feigning concern. "you look nervous" kunikuzushi's voice dripped with amusement as he spoke. he smirked as you mumbled incoherently. the more kunikuzushi stayed so close to you, teasing you, the more you were unable to function properly.

"i didn't realize how easy it is to make you flustered," kunikuzushi continued a few seconds later, leaning even closer to you. "i wonder why?" he whispered in your ear, making your face become impossibly hotter.

you could hardly help the small whine that escaped your lips. kunikuzushi pulled away, looking at you as if he was pleased by your reaction. he placed the paper on your desk then returned to his own seat, acting as if he hadn't just made you into a flustered mess with a few simple words.

for the rest of the day you weren’t able to focus on anything except for kunikuzushi, you even forgot about the kiss from yesterday and all your worry about kunikuzushi finding out—at least you forgot until it was the end of your last class and you heard kazuha calling for you by the door like usual.

you felt nervous and light headed all of a sudden as you packed all of your things into your bag. you wondered if your tutoring sessions would go back to normal like nothing happened yesterday. you weren't so sure you could do that. it would hurt too much knowing that your kiss could easily be forgotten, as if it never had any true meaning at all. you would rather never study with kazuha again than be forced to act like nothing happened.

your nerves only grow as you think about what might happen; you can feel your hands begin to shake slightly as you place the last thing into your bag. you take a shaky breath before slinging the bag onto your shoulder and make your way towards the kazuha, who’s waiting patiently by the door.

you didn't expect him to grab your wrist without saying a word as he drags you off to where you assume is the library—the place you two usually study. you gasped, stunned by the action as you do your best to keep up with his fast pace.

you tried pulling your wrist out of his grasp, but he simply tightened the hold on your wrist. you try again a few seconds later, but quickly stop when you hear kazuha grumble for you to be good. your face heats up, embarrassed by his choice of words.

when kazuha finally slowed down you barely had enough time to register that you weren't at the library, but instead at the room where you two kissed yesterday. you turned to look at him curiously, wondering why you were here instead of the library. kazuha ignores you though, instead opening the door and gently pushing you inside.

the room is fairly dark so it takes you a little while to realize that kunikuzushi is in the room, sitting in the same chair where kazuha sat yesterday. you freeze, eyes widening as you feel your stomach flip uncomfortably. you hear the door lock behind you and you quickly turn to kazuha, looking up at him as you grip the hem of your shirt tightly.

your mind races as you try to figure out what could possibly be going on. immediately you jump to the worst conclusion, thinking that maybe they both already hate you and this was just a very extensive plot to absolutely humiliate you. but a small sliver of hope made you cling to the idea that this could also be a confession. after all, it made the most sense considering the kiss between you and kazuha and subtle flirting from kunikuzushi.

"what's going on?" you ask, breaking the silence. you keep your eyes on kazuha, too nervous to look at kunikuzushi who is the more intimidating one of the two.

kazuha walks toward you, reaching one of his hands out to tightly grip your waist to pull you close to his body. you gasp quietly, surprised by the intimate touch. you try your best to turn your head around to see how kunikuzushi reacts, but kazuha grabs your chin firmly, forcing you to keep your eyes on him.

kazuha tilts your head slightly to the side, leaning in to place gentle kisses on your neck. you feel him smirk against your skin when you shiver in delight. you lose coherence for a little bit, your head becoming foggy as you enjoy the way that kazuha kisses you so softly—like you were such a delicate little thing that needed to be handled with care.

a muffled moan leaves your lips as kazuha begins to suck on your neck roughly, leaving behind a red-ish purple mark once he pulls away. he licks the mark a few times, enjoying how it makes you grab his shoulders tightly. kazuha then kisses your cheek, his lips lingering for a few seconds before he pulls away to look at your dazed expression.

"hey, wai–wait a second. what about kunikuzushi?" you suddenly ask frantically, struggling in kazuhas grip as you attempted to look towards kunikuzushi again. you find this whole situation weird, and it's causing you to feel a little dizzy from trying to wrap your head around it.

you whine as kazuha kneads the skin on your hips, the pleasurable sensation distracting you enough so that you stop struggling.

"it's as I said yesterday, y/n. there's nothing you need to worry about." kazuha smirks at you. "isn't that right, kuni?" he asks, cocking his head to the side so he can see his boyfriend behind you. kunikuzushi glares at him, unhappy that kazuha couldn't keep his hands to himself until they at least explained the situation to you.

"that's right," he says, standing from his seat.

you bite your lip, holding in a whine as kunikuzushi approaches from behind you. the nerves that you felt might've been enough to make you fall to the floor if it weren't for kazuha holding onto you so tightly. you could barely think, your mind slipping in and out of coherence and making your body feel so weak—you were practically limp in kazuha's arms.

your eyes flutter closed, a sweet moan muffling in your mouth as you feels kunikuzushi suddenly press against your ass. the stimulation earlier during your kiss with kazuha caused your body to become sensitive and needy for any kind of sensual touch. you subconsciously pressed yourself against kunikuzushi, grinding against him lightly as you hums in pleasure.

kunikuzushi places his hands on your hips, just below where kazuhas hands are, and rubs the area softly. his long fingers slip under your shirt to feel your plush stomach.

"mph— ahh— kazuha," you gasp, feeling kazuha bite down on your neck, this time lower towards your collarbone. he ignores your whines and continues leaving more marks all over your neck and upper chest, addicted to the sweet taste of you. it was easy for kazuha to get lost in his own desires, too needy and horny to stop himself. but it’s not like you really mind, you probably wanted this more than kunikuzushi and kazuha combined.

when kazuha finally pulled away, he feverishly lapped his tongue over the marks he'd left, soothing the achy redness. he smirks at your blissful expression, your teary eyes closed as you tried to keep lewd noises from escaping your lips as kunikuzushi played with your body.

you could hardly keep yourself from falling weakly into kazuhas chest as kunikuzushi reached a hand into your pants, placing his cold fingers against your buzzing clit. you arched your back, grinding your ass against kunikuzushi's hard cock while he began to rub your clit steadily.

"something about seeing you fondle her gets me so worked up." kazuha whispers to kunikuzushi as he removes an arm from around you to readjust his pants.

kunikuzushi huffs out a quiet laugh. "oh yeah?" he teased. "wanna watch as I fuck her then? i bet you'll just love watching as I make her scream for me."

you whined as you look between the two boys, dazed and flustered. you suddenly feel embarrassed about the situation you’re in. as pitiful as it was for an eighteen year old, you’ve never had sex. you’ve only masturbated occasionally, but other than that you’ve never even kissed another person until the previous night with kazuha. yet here you are, between your crushes as they touch and teases your body sexually. and now they're talking about fucking you? you were screwed—literally, probably.

"i think she likes the idea of that too. what a little slut." kunikuzushi smirks, thrusting his hips roughly against you, making you choke on a moan.

"awe, don't tease her, kuni. she looks so adorable like this." kazuha hums, grabbing your cheek to see your flustered expression. he licks his lips before leaning in to kiss you again, this time much softer than how he's previously kissed you.

you whine and pull away from kazuha when kunikuzushi stops touching your clit. you looks at him, nearly about to cry from desperation. kunikuzushi smirks at kazuha who was pouting about being interrupted.

"yeah, she's adorable, but she's still a needy cock whore. just look at the way she's grinding herself against me like a bitch in heat." kunikuzushi taunts.

you ignore the two boys, far too focused on pleasing yourself to be interested in anything they're saying. it's difficult though, no matter how hard you try, he just can't seem to make yourself feel as good as when they touch you. it begins to frustrate you quickly. you pant and whine, looking at both boys who just watch as you struggle.

a few moments later, kunikuzushi sighs as he sits in a chair behind him, pulling you with him so that you fall into his lap. you look up at him and for a brief second, you’re awestruck by kunikuzushi's beauty.

you already knew he was gorgeous, both him and kazuha are, that's one of the qualities you like about them both, naturally. but, you’ve never really had the chance to admire him, especially so close like this. it felt so surreal, this situation, and you can't help but feel flustered even more.

your heart beats quickly when kunikuzushi looks down at you and your eyes meet. his gaze is intense, sending all sorts of hot and heavy feelings through your body that make it so hard for you to resist temptation—not that you were trying anyway.

you readjust yourself so that you were sitting properly on kunikuzushi's lap, which earns you a groan from him. you shiver, a warm sensation washing through your body as kunikuzushi's erection twitches beneath you.

you swallow thickly, shifting your eyes from kunikuzushi to kazuha who was sitting in a chair nearby with his dick in one hand, lazily pumping himself. he stared at you with such an eager look in his eyes, one filled with lust and anticipation—it excited you.

kunikuzushi suddenly grabs your hips, holding them down against his own as he roughly grinds up into you. your eyes roll back, and you hold onto kunikuzushi's shoulders tightly. you moan softly when one of kunikuzushi's hands slip under your shirt, brushing faintly over your nipples. your body arches under his touch, and desperation begins to build in the pit of your stomach again.

kunikuzushi takes your shirt off, tossing it to a random spot in the classroom before pulling you close. you whimpered, and tears form in your eyes when you feel something warm and wet run over your sensitive nipple. your mind begins to cloud, your senses dulled completely by your desire to be pleased. kunikuzushi smirks against you, beginning to suck harshly on the hard bud in his mouth.

you thread your fingers through kunikuzushi's hair, tugging lightly to easy the overwhelming sensation that he brings upon your body. kunikuzushi merely groans, the reverberation of it causing you to cry out. you digs your nails painfully into his shoulders, as he continues to relentlessly suck on your nipple.

kunikuzushi only pulls away when kazuha groans, quietly repeating that he's gonna cum as he feverishly pumps himself. you turn just in time to see cum spurt from his cock, making a mess all over himself. you stared intently as kazuha panted breathlessly.

“fucking shit," he begins once he finally catches his breath. "i know you barely did anything toher, but it's just so fucking difficult to control myself when she cries and moans so prettily like that." kazuha murmurs, wiping up a droplet of cum that was sliding down his thigh.

"i made such a mess," he trails off, looking down at his cum covered dick and stomach. "how will i clean all this up by myself?" kazuha fakes a whine. it took a moment for you to realize the innuendo in his words, but when kunikuzushi nudged you off of his lap and in the direction of kazuha, your eyes widened and you gasped.

you could hardly keep your face from heating up as you stumbled towards where kazuha sat, looking down at the wet and sticky mess that splayed across his body. you got to your knees between kazuha’s spread legs, licking your lips and flicking your eyes up for approval—to which kazuha nods.

you hesitate for a moment before placing your tongue on the base of kazuhas cock, slowly licking up to his tip. you held back the urge to recoil at the salty taste that assaulted your taste buds.

kazuha watched with fascination as you moved up his length, eagerly and attentively—he almost came again, but he wanted the next time he came to be when you and kuni came. he directed your head towards his abdomen where most of his cum had landed, and you obediently began licking all of it up like a thirsty puppy.

"you're doing so good, baby. you look so fucking pretty like this, just keep going." kazuha encourages as he looks up at kunikuzushi who watched with a smirk splayed on his lips.

when you finished licking up all of the cum, kazuha grabbed your chin and leaned down to kiss you. he nipped on your bottom lip, coaxing you to open your mouth to deepen the kiss. it was sloppy the way he kissed you with a force driven by pure and unadulterated lust. you whimpered as you held tightly onto kazuhas clothes for support, the force of the kiss causing you to nearly fall back.

as much as kunikuzushi loves watching his boyfriend make out with you, he was getting a bit impatient. he's already uncomfortably readjusted his pants at least six times now, and he needs to release some pressure—preferably inside of you. so, he pushes up from his chair and gets onto his knees behind you. he doesn't waste any time sticking his hand down your pants and shoving his fingers into your tight, wet little cunt.

you pulls away from your kiss with kazuha, moaning loudly into the air. your whole body trembles, clenching around kunikuzushis fingers as they slip deeper and deeper inside of you.

"you're so rough with her, kuni." kazuha points out as he tilts your head to the side so he can kiss your cheek and jaw.

"yeah, but she fucking likes it though." kunikuzushi grunts, pulling his fingers out of you to show how soaked they are. he looks down at you when you whine, reaching back to tug on his wrist.

"see?" kunikuzushi says smuggly as he pushes his fingers back into your needy pussy.

you gasp, eyes closing as your body relaxes into the pleasure. kunikuzushi starts slow, letting his fingers linger inside a few moments before he pulls them out and thrusts them back in. it drove you crazy, and you couldn’t help but buck your hips against kunikuzushi's hand greedily in hopes of getting him to move faster, but he doesn't. instead, he grips your hips, holding them still against his body while he continues to tease your cunt.

"please! kuni– need it, please!" you beg pathetically. you tug on kazuhas shirt trying to get his attention, thinking that maybe he'll help convince kunikuzushi, but kazuha doesn't stop kissing you. he threads his fingers through your hair and tugs on it, moving your head more to the side so that he'd have more room to kiss down your neck.

"you've gotta beg harder than that if you want me to make you cum, y/n." kunikuzushi hums, pressing his thumb against your clit, massaging it with a barely there touch.

"please! i'll do anything you want, just let me cum!" you plead, desperate for release. tears well up in your eyes again and you can't help but whine pitifully as kunikuzushi and kazuha continue to tease your body, not making any move to give you what you wants.

"i'll be a good slut! please, kuni, make me cum!" you try again,voice sounding so meek.

"much better.” kunikuzushi says as he picks up his pace, thrusting his fingers in and out of you as he presses his thumb harder on your clit. your back arches, your body leaning into his touch as if it was begging for more, more, more. your breath hitches and your body heats up as kunikuzushi pumps his fingers faster and faster inside of you.

a string of muffled moans escape your lips when kunikuzushi adds another finger inside, and it becomes increasingly harder to ignore the feeling of something building in your stomach. with both boys pleasuring your body, it didn't take you long at all to near your climax.

your body instinctively clenches around kunikuzushi's fingers, a clear indicator that you were about to cum, but kunikuzushi quickly pulls his fingers out. you fell into kazuhas lap, small cries leaving your lips as you tried to catch your breath.

"you really thought iwas gonna let you cum? you're so fucking naïve." kunikuzushi says mockingly. "when I make you cum, it'll be on my cock." he growls, looping a finger through one of the belt holes on your pants and tugging down.

"that was mean, kuni. you made her cry." kazuha says as he strokes your hair to comfort you, but the tone in his voice was one of fake sympathy.

you whined, lifting your head from kazuhas lap to turn and pout at kunikuzushi. he just leans in and kisses you, effectively making you melt right back into a pliant state.

this is the first time you’ve kissed, and kunikuzushi was hungry. he quickly shoved his tongue in your mouth, not giving poor you any time to react at all before your mouth was invaded. you tasted so good, so addicting—kunikuzushi knew why kazuha loved to kiss you so much now.

when kunikuzushi pulls away, you pant in kazuhas lap again. you barely had enough time to regain your breath before you felt kunikuzushi's cock press against your pussy, breaching the tight walls ever so slightly. you moaned, tears welling in your eyes as you held tightly onto kazuha.

"fuck." kunikuzushi breathed, scrunching his face up as he slowly pushed himself into your heat. "you're so fucking tight." his voice strains. you didn't respond, far too focused on trying not to cry even more when pain shoots through your body suddenly.

"it's okay, baby, you're doing so good. i promise it'll feel good soon." kazuha says softly, taking your chin into his hand, tilting your head to the side to place a gentle kisses on your cheek.

kunikuzushi runs the pad of his thumb on your hips, trying his best to soothe your discomfort as he slid further and further inside. the distraction helped a lot, because soon the pain was gone and you began moan. he smirked and thrust himself all the way in roughly, causing you to choke on a sob.

"you like it when i'm rough, hm?" kunikuzushi asks, smirking as he pulled out and thrust back in just as rough as before. you knows the question is rhetorical, but you can't help but nod your head yes, mumbling mhm'—it sounded more like a moan, though.

kazuha slides off of the chair and onto the floor in front of you, leaning close so that your breaths mixed together hotly. he wraps an arm around your back, pushing down on it so that he falls into his lap.

"mm, let's fill that pretty mouth of yours." he hums, directing your head towards his cock. you stick your tongue out, pressing it against his tip, giving it a few kitten licks before taking it in your mouth. kazuha groaned, tilting his head back in satisfaction.

you struggled to take the whole length in your mouth, choking when only half the length was in. it was hard for him not to pull away, but seeing kazuhas face contort into one of pleasure made you want to keep going. but you struggled to shove his whole length all the way in your mouth.

kazuha threaded his fingers through your hair, gripping the strands as be thrusted his hips up. he couldn't get enough of the feeling of your lips wrapped so tightly around his cock, sucking on it and swirling your tongue around it like it was a lollipop.

he groans, rocking his hips faster and faster, trying to match the pace of kunikuzushi's thrusts inside of you—it was difficult, though. kunikuzushi struggles with control, and that extended to sex. he fucked you at a pace that made kazuha worry about your walking capabilities after this was over. oh, but it was delightful to watch him absolutely wreck you.

you were nearing your limit quickly—the familiar coil in the pit of your stomach growing tighter and tighter, ready to come undone at any moment. you tried your best to hold on a little bit longer, but it was impossible when you felt this good.

a string of uncontrollable moans and whimpers escaped your mouth as he came, your body convulsing and trembling as your orgasm hit you like a truck. the reverberation of your noises around kazuhas cock caused him to curse as he suddenly came straight into your mouth.

you both panted as you rode out your highs, but kunikuzushi kept going. he messily slammed himself in and out of you, desperate for his own release. he was so, so close. all he needed was a little push, and that push came in the form of you moaning his name, mumbling about how good he made you feel.

he pulled out of you and watched as you fell over onto the floor, extremely exhausted and nearly about to pass out— kazuha didn't allow you to, though, because he leaned down and began peppering your face with kisses as he whispered praises into your ear.

kunikuzushi reached for his bag, unzipping it and pulling out wipes to clean up the mess you all made. he began by wiping everything off of you, placing a kiss behind in the places he cleaned. when he was done, he and kazuha layed down on the uncomfortable floor next to you, resting and enjoying the moment before you all had to leave.

they were so happy that you’re finally theirs.

#yandere #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere thoughts #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin smut #yandere kazuha #yandere genshin #yandere scaramouche x reader #yandere scaramouche x you #yandere scaramouche #yandere kazuha x reader #yandere kazuha x you #kazuha #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #scaramouche #kazuha x reader #kazuha x you

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just-j-really · 2 months

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Unsolumates, part five:

Masterpost

“Have you found your person yet?” Morpheus asks. “Your- not your soulmate?”

It’s been a little over two months, since Hob and Audrey broke up. Somehow ‘getting dinner with Morpheus just after’ had turned into ‘additional drinks’ had turned into ‘brunch, a few days later,’ and now Hob doesn’t think a week has passed since the breakup that he hasn’t seen Morpheus, at least briefly. Morpheus has carefully avoided the subject of soulmates, of romance entirely, for the entire nine weeks, and Hob is a little ashamed and a lot grateful.

They aren’t… whatever they were, before. Hob still isn’t sure if ‘whatever’ was ‘experiment and mad scientist.’ He’s doesn’t really care, though, because whether or not he used to be Morpheus’ monster, he doesn’t think he is anymore. Not after two months of regular, friendly pleasantries and coaxing Morpheus into talking about the play he’s working on and Morpheus listening to him wax poetic about his new flat and its in-unit laundry and actual decent heat.

So it feels perfectly easy to say, “Haven’t really been looking for ‘em,” even if it aches a little. Morpheus looks a little startled by the admission, so Hob adds, “Morpheus. I just spent fifteen minutes explaining what I had for breakfast yesterday, I would have mentioned if I were seeing someone.”

In his defense, it had been a good breakfast. A breakfast worthy of fifteen minutes of conversation. He might have to steal Gwen’s soulmate solely to get her pancake recipe.

Morpheus stares at the table, twisting one cuff of his coat in his opposite hand. “But you’re certain,” he says to the table. If he were anyone else Hob would say he sounds hesitant. “You will look for them. Eventually.”

This means something to him, Hob realizes. Something more than research, or mad science, more than curiosity. Means something on a future-altering bone-deep soul-defining level.

The thought drops into Hob’s mind, like a dead bird dropped into his lap by a pet cat that genuinely thinks it’s being generous, that Morpheus’ soulmate may be dead. It would explain the coat, which he hasn’t taken off even though the White Horse is boilingly warm tonight. Would explain why Hob’s only ever seen him in sleeves that go down to, often past, his wrists. Scarred-over soulmarks don’t look terribly different from ordinary scars, at least not at a quick glance, which means that any suspiciously soulmark-shaped scar tends to draw prying glances and effusive pity, and people with actual soulmark scars do their best to hide them.

It would explain a lot about Morpheus, actually, from the distant intensity with which he’d approached the whole soulmate thing to his complete ignorance of how even normal dating works to the delicate way Will had gone about inviting him to his wedding, asking if Hob thought he was overstepping at least six times in the process.

And oh, god, Hob’s been staring at Morpheus’ arms like an asshole, hasn’t he? He consciously draws his eyes away from Morpheus’ sleeves, which means he ends up looking into his eyes instead. His eyes are so blue, a shade Hob isn’t sure how to describe as anything other than ‘pretty,’ somehow light and intense and warm all at once.

Mesmerizing, maybe. Hypnotic.

The truly off-putting combination of the disarming blue of Morpheus’ eyes and Hob’s own scramble not to think about dead soulmates is, possibly, why he says, “I’ll make you a bet,” before his brain has caught up with his mouth, or even finished trying to come up with synonyms for ‘blue.’

“Hmm?” Morpheus asks. His expression is cool, but there’s a teasing glint in those ultramarine eyes that goads Hob on.

“That you can keep asking me that, as long as you want, and one day the answer will be ‘yes, and we’re very happy together.’” Hob finishes off his drink, sets his glass down with just enough force to punctuate the challenge. “I’ll even stake something on it. You could shave my head.”

“Why would I want to shave your head?” Morpheus asks. His expression is still entirely bland, but his eyes- azure- are dancing.

“That’s not the point,” Hob informs him, leaning in. He might be a bit too enthusiastic about the idea, but he’s a little giddy for no specific reason, just a good day and good company. “The point is that I don’t want you to, and I’m still willing to bet on it because I’m going to win.”

“Fine,” Morpheus says, rolling his eyes, “I’ll take the bet.”

Hob can see right through him, though. More to the point, he can see the way Morpheus is biting at his lower lip, completely ineffectively hiding a smile, and he’s powerless not to smile back.

At first, Hob thinks Morpheus is going to take this bet as seriously as their initial Whatever That Was. The first thing out of his mouth, the next time he and Hob meet for drinks, is so have you met your person yet? And Hob says not yet, and Morpheus asks if that means he’s won, and Hob informs him that a ‘not yet’ is not a ‘no’ and also did Morpheus expect him to find the love of his life within a week? He is not the lead in one of Will’s plays, why would he do that.

For someone who looked so smug when he asked Hob if he’d won the bet, Morpheus looks- almost equally satisfied when he learns Hob hasn’t experienced a whirlwind six day long romance.

But he lets it drop, after that, and they fall back into their new-old pattern, and all is right with the world.

“You know I nearly drowned once?” Hob asks.

In hindsight, it’s not a thing he should have asked while leaning out over a large pond because he swears that’s an ancient, sunken paddleboat in the middle of it and he wants a better look. Morpheus grabs him by the shoulder and yanks him backwards almost as soon as the words are out of his mouth, as though past near-drownings make Hob more susceptible to a watery grave.

“In a wave pool, yes,” Morpheus says, steering Hob away from the water’s edge. They’d been on their way to a museum, but Morpheus, for unknowable and mysterious reasons, had decided they should detour through this park on the way.

“Oh, no, after that,” Hob says, still craning his neck for a look at the sunken maybe-paddleboat. “I was like- sixteen? Got stuck under a boat when it flipped.” They reach the gravel path leading away from the water, and Morpheus lets Hob’s arm drop with noticeable reluctance.

“Just how many times have you nearly drowned?” Morpheus asks, as they trudge back toward the main path through the park.

“Uh. Two?” Hob replies. “The wave pool doesn’t count.”

“The fact that you think that is not reassuring,” Morpheus informs him, and will not budge on the issue no matter how much Hob tried to convince him that it doesn’t count as drowning as long as no one calls an ambulance.

The argument lasts them the rest of the way through the park, on a meandering route that doubles back on itself at least six times, across city streets to the museum, and through the queue for tickets. At that point Hob concedes. Not because he is wrong. He is not wrong, the other times didn’t count, but he has accepted the reality that he cannot possibly convince Morpheus of this fact.

Besides, the lure of keeping up a stupid argument shrivels and dies the moment Morpheus directs them out of the lobby area, past signs for the Theater Through the Ages exhibit, his eyes practically glowing with excitement. Hob doesn’t know what could have withstood the thrall of watching Morpheus stare at an old manuscript, a soft smile on his face. He wants to see Morpheus look this happy every day. He wants to be the reason for it.

He wants to soak in that expression for as long as he can, and that one he manages, trailing Morpheus through the exhibit like a lost puppy, absorbing exactly nothing of the room they’re in or the helpful signage or the contents of the cases. The windows could look out on the surface of Venus and there could be a sea monster in the corner giving directions and Hob would be none the wiser.

It takes Morpheus a while- Hob’s not keeping track of a stupid thing like time- to stop being dazzled by the exhibits and notice that Hob is dazzled for other reasons, but when he does he- crumples, just a little.

“You’re bored of this,” he says, as though this is an established fact Hob’s been politely not mentioning this whole time.

“No!” Hob says, “I’m not bored at all, just-” and then, thankfully, his mouth grinds to a halt before it can say any of the things his brain wants to. “A little lost?” he finally mumbles, once he’s managed to shove aside oh god please smile at me again and or climb me like a tree and actually have a conscious thought.

If nothing else, ‘lost’ has the benefit of being true, if not The Truth.

“Oh,” Morpheus says, somehow crumpling even further. A nauseous wave of self-loathing washes over Hob, for causing the light in Morpheus’ eyes to shrivel in on itself, he should have said all the stuff about oh god please smile at me again because at least that would be better than this-

“What’s that one about?” Hob says, a half step too loud, pointing at the nearest old book in a glass case.

He is, in hindsight, extremely lucky that he managed to point at a display and not a fire extinguisher.

Morpheus looks startled- Hob isn’t sure if that’s due to the words themselves, or just the volume- but turns to the case, Hob mirroring him, and begins to explain that it’s one of the few surviving volumes of a medieval playwright’s work. The explanation is stilted at first, Morpheus glancing over at Hob every few seconds as though expecting him to have turned away in disgust, but the smile slowly creeps back onto his face as Hob nods along, occasionally nudging at him to explain more.

It's Hob’s accomplishment of the year, maybe, coaxing that smile back to life, and he hangs onto Morpheus’ words like they’re oxygen as they meander through the rest of the exhibit.

The why of it all doesn’t phase him for the next several hours, because he doesn’t have time for intense self-examination. Not with Morpheus’ presence turning his mind into a dizzy slush, like his brain is made up of sunshine and honeybees and a persistent, thrumming notice me notice me notice me. Not with Morpheus failing to look aggrieved as they wander through a gallery of paintings, Hob critiquing each of them based on the presence of action and interesting animals.

Not when Morpheus grabs them each a drink at the museum café, giving Hob the chance to sneakily buy him a magnet from the gift shop, not when he looks so surprised when Hob hands him the little gift bag.

It’s only when they part ways that Hob catches himself smiling at his coffee cup, and the name Murphy in scratchy handwriting on the sleeve.

Well, shit, he thinks.

It had been easy, before, to let the tiny crush he’d been nursing wither and die. But now Morpheus is feeding it, refusing to let Hob pay for his own coffee and listening to him make stupid jokes about art history, and it has, accordingly, roared back to life, made itself comfortable in Hob’s heart.

#dreamling #my fic #unsoulmates au #we're back!

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nctsworld · 8 months

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Your latest fic was so cute and funny. Deadass left me want to have more of it. Like, did the date go successfully? What other tricks our mischievous Gemini had up his sleeves? Seriously, short but so good.

thank you so much for reading at your earliest convenience! i won't be writing a continuation, but here's how it goes down:

reader is furious, and in retaliation, truly wants to set the bar high for the date

date activities requested: go to the movie theatre (and you tell hyuck he better be ready to buy every single snack and drink available), dinner at the most expensive restaurant in town (this shouldn't be surprising), then overpriced ice cream in the same area as the restaurant

but of course! hyuck turns it around and takes it a step up

he rents out an entire theatre to watch the movie, on top of clearing out the snack and drink section (hyuck is grateful for his friend, renjun, who is the manager of the theatre)

there's a moment when the back of your hands brush as you reach for the popcorn, but you deny your anxiety (and the obvious tension). obviously, it's only because you're the only two in this entire theatre.

afterwards, he doesn't drive you to the restaurant, but to the pier instead.

"i'm not even kidding—are you going to kill me and dump my body here?"

"i feel like if that was going to happen, you'd be doing that to me."

"then why aren't we at the restaurant?"

your brain clicks when you see it: the small cruise ship.

"you never said i couldn't bring the restaurant to you."

he isn't kidding, because he pulled strings to have one of the sous chefs from the restaurant to work tonight on his day off (you catch that his name is jaemin and that he owes hyuck a huge favour—okay, seriously? is this guy friends with everyone in town?)

and it's utterly romantic. only the two of you, besides some help and the chef.

candles light everywhere. wine and champagne, both readily available. the food is to die for.

you're warm. not from the alcohol and food. not from all the candles. not from all the smiling, laughing, and the truly, genuine good time you're having. something is blooming.

as the sun falls, especially by sea side, it becomes chillier. he offers his black bomber jacket and you accept, placing it around your shoulders.

when you finish dinner, you didn't expect to have a small cart roll up to you with several ice cream options.

"okay, i couldn't get the same brands from that store, but jaemin recommended these and they were pretty expensive."

following that, you catch yourself getting lost in his goofy smile, and after a beat, he laughs awkwardly.

"you okay? you're looking at me kind of funny."

shaking your head, you play into it. "because you do look funny."

the night ends perfectly. he drives you home, like the gentleman he is, and walks you to your door.

"i hate to say it, but i really had a good night."

"told ya."

god, that smirk.

"you're looking at me funny again," he says, but the expression on his face makes you think he knows something you don't.

you don't even compute the moment he leans in, cups your cheeks, and pulls you in for a sweet, deep kiss

the kind where it happens, you take a one-second breather, and then you dive right back into it

both of you, after making out for some time, realize you should probably stop as everyone can see.

"i'll text you later, yeah?" he says, drawing back.

you simply nod, mesmerized by him. his lips. his everything.

"for our next date, by the way," he whisper-shouts, walking backwards. "i'm calling the shots and it'll be a simple one."

"who says there'll be a second date?" you ask cheekily.

"oh yeah?" he raises an eyebrow.

you embrace for another few more minutes until a dog barks, breaking your bubble.

and hyuck ends off with a kiss on your cheek and a soft good night whispered into your ear.

#fullsunsets #cee.q&a #yn brainrot #haechan fluff #haechan imagines #haechan scenarios #haechan fanfic #nct fluff #nct dream fluff #omg i wrote way more than i thought i would but there ya go!!! HAHA

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happysadyoyo · 6 months

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Oh, well, how about... since the librarian and diguised Sun met in winter, how about they got snowed inside one evening?

Like, the snow storm was supposted pass by according to prognostic, but, you know, the elements have zero respect for the metheorlogist hard work. So the storm really got them by surprize.

The younger siblins could either be with them or not, maybe having sleepover at a friend's house.

As usual, human disguise AU belongs to @pillowspace. It is *dead* at work rn and I'm trying a new energy drink so let's see how it goes.

Also I need a name for the little brother...

It's been getting darker earlier and earlier now, and Daylight Savings Time isn't helping matters. Usually, the head librarian tries to schedule you so you can leave before it's quite dark, but you've changed shifts with Jessica because her toddlers caught the flu from school. You're not envious, glad your brother is old enough to wash his hands and generally keep clean.

He's with the sitter now, and you're clearing off the last cart of returned books. Sun's tucked himself in the corner, nose in a book. You can just see the bright green of his scarf. Briefly, you wonder why he wears it like that even indoors. The thought is gone just as quickly.

"Are you sure you're okay walking me home tonight?" You ask as you pass by. "There's a snowstorm passing by. I don't want you to get caught in it if it decides to turn around."

"It's fine!" Sun isn't even startled by you talking. You hear him move as you wander off, feeling along the spines for an empty space. "I enjoy our walks, and the weather website said it was going to be to the south anyway."

"Mm. You shouldn't trust the website. I'm pretty sure meteorologists just throw darts at a weather map and report whatever it lands on." The books slide into place with the softest thump of bookcloth against wood. "It's getting dark too. I can walk on my own..." Not that you wanted to, not really. You had grown to love having Sun at your side. A small, selfish part of your mind wanted to ask him to walk with you after your job as a cleaner too.

You don't ask. You're certain he's got his own life after all. It would be far too much to ask him to take time out of even more evenings just because you don't like walking alone.

"I would hope they do more than that," Sun is saying, drawing your attention back to him. "There are meteorology books here in the library. It's a fascinating science."

You push the emptied cart to where he's sitting, propping yourself against it with one foot braced against the wheel to keep it from rolling off. "I should've guessed you would like meteorology."

"Why's that?"

You grin. "Your name of course."

Sun takes a second to process before he laughs, and you giggle alongside him, stifling the sound with the back of your hand. When you calm down, you stretch. "Okay, let me get my coat and we can head out."

"I'll wait by the door."

It takes you a few minutes, and you say goodnight to Gretchen before you bundle up. You rival Sun in terms of layers; your brother had insisted on making you into a human marshmallow to keep from getting cold and you could only indulge him. Besides, the scarf and earmuffs kept your nose and ears toasty warm.

Sun doesn't respond when you approach. "Are you ready to go?" You ask. Nothing. Cautiously, aware of his aversion to touch, you nudge at his upper arm. "Sun?"

"Huh? Oh. Hi. Sorry. I just didn't realize it'd gotten so dark so quickly." His voice is strangely flat, almost robotic.

"Are you okay?" You ask, and your hand lingers on his coat sleeve. It's meant to be comforting, but you're not sure he even notices.

"Yeah, yeah. It'll be fine." He seems to straighten up and finally notice your hand. His own lifts and you can feel him take yours. His grip is soft, like he expects you to pull away. You beam instead. "Ready to go?"

"Ready," you say, and push the door open. The cold immediately whips into your face, and you shrink into Sun's side. "Brrr. This is going to be a fun walk home."

You do notice Sun is quieter on the walk home, though you guess it's from having to walk in the increasing cold. It's starting to snow too, or maybe it had been for awhile and the wind is picking it up and tossing it back in both your faces. Intermittently, his grip will tighten on your hand, and you try to squeeze reassuringly.

It takes almost twice as long for you to get to the top of your street as usual, and the wind and snow are trying to pile on you both. "Sun, I don't think it's safe for you to try and walk home."

"I'll be fine," Sun says, his voice tense. But no, you're not allowing that, and you push against the wind to drag you both to your home.

It's an apartment building, with doors that open to exposed landings. It's a little quieter with the building blocking the worst of it, and you release Sun's hand to carefully stomp up the concrete steps. Your foot tries to slip, and Sun catches you by the back of your coat.

"Whoops, thank you." You shoot a smile in his general direction, and his head Bob's in acknowledgment. "My brother is going to be home. He's sweet, but if he's not asleep I might have to kick his butt."

"Is he very young then?" Sun asks. There's less tension in his voice, but you can tell he's still nervous. You can see his mittens fidgeting.

"He's eight." You fumble with your keys, pulling off a glove with your teeth to get a better grip. It dangles from your mouth. "So old enough to be a nuisance sometimes. He's a good kid normally."

The TV is on in the living room, playing Jeopardy quietly in the background. You can see Sarah curled up in one of your blankets on the couch. She moves as you stomp your way in, shaking off the snow. "Hey. He was worried about if you'd make it. I told him -- oh."

She must've noticed Sun. You gesture at your lanky friend with your bare hand as you unzip your coat with the other. "This is Sun. He's from the library. He's going to spend the night, at least until the storm's calmed down some."

"Oh...Kay." Sarah sounds unsure, but you shrug it off. "Well, he fell asleep an hour ago. Mom gave me some pot roast for you guys to split. I put your half in the fridge."

"Aw, tell her I said thank you," you say. You leave your coat and boots in a pile by the door even as Sarah pulls her things on. "Careful on the steps. It's icy."

"Of course. Mom will be by tomorrow afternoon. Good night." Sarah lingers a moment, clearly untrusting of Sun, but you wave her off, shivering in the open door until you hear the door under yours shut. Only then do you lock your own door, rubbing your arms briskly.

"It is cold," you complain, voice soft. "I'm going to make us some hot cocoa."

"I'm okay without any," Sun says, but you ignore him, walking into your narrow kitchen. The pot roast is front and center in the nearly empty fridge, and you tip it out onto a plate to reheat. The kettle still has water in it from this morning, so you turn on the stovetop, finding two mugs and the hot chocolate.

"Your home is nice," Sun says. He's at the entrance of the kitchen, making himself smaller as though he could take up less space. He seems a little too big and bright for the apartment, where almost everything is secondhand. "Did you decorate it yourself."

"Oh yes," you reply, mock serious. "That's why there's a big poster of robots fighting dinosaurs behind the TV." The microwave beeps, so you open it and turn the pot roast over, stabbing it a few times before it gets popped back in to finish. "We picked things out together."

"Your parents..."

You shrug, spooning hot chocolate mix and little hard marshmallows into each mug. "Gone. Been gone for awhile."

"Surely you have family then."

Sun's questions don't irritate you like it would if it were someone else. Maybe it's because he doesn't sound pitying or like he is doubting your ability to care for your little brother on your own.

Most people did. Most people saw you, all but legally blind and hardly an adult yourself, and decided you weren't fit to be his guardian. You tell yourself you don't care what they think.

You almost believe it.

"No one to speak of. Grandparents are dead or in a nursing home. We try to visit once a month, but it's hard when he's going to school." It's easy to talk to Sun. "Everyone else is out of state. My cousin mentioned taking him in last year, but it would mean a new school district and therapist and... It's not important." The kettle whistles, and you pull it off quickly, pouring it into both mugs. "Sorry it's not milk. I've not had a chance to run to the store so we're low on groceries."

"Thank you." Sun takes his mug dutifully, closing his hands to hold it close to his face. The microwave beeps again, and you pull the pot roast out, going to split it into two portions. "Oh, no. Don't do that. I'm not hungry, genuinely. I was feeling a little nauseous walking over."

"Oh. The smell isn't too much, is it?" You ask.

"No, no it's fine. I'll stick with my hot chocolate."

You're doubtful, but if he's feeling ill it would explain why he let you take his hand all the way here. You decide to leave it be, beelining to the couch to curl up with the blanket. Of course, it's big enough to share, though you're surprised when Sun sits and the couch seems to shift and drag you into his space. "Oh! Sorry. I wasn't expecting you to be so -- that's rude. Sorry. Here." You put your plate and mug on the floor to spread the blanket between the two of you. It's hard not to notice that while he's taken off the plastic outer coat he's still bundled up. The scarf is even in place. He must be freezing. Maybe you should turn the heat up.

"Thank you." Sun smooths the blanket between the two of you, and you tuck your feet up as you settle in with your meal. The pot roast is tender even now, melting in your mouth. You can't help but moan.

"It's so good," you say, stifling a yawn. With the hot chocolate and a hot meal, you're warming up. "I wish you could eat too. Ms. Wurthers makes the best food."

"I'm enjoying watching you eat," Sun said and that makes you warmer still.

You dig around for the remote, offering it to Sun. "Find something to watch. I think AMC starts playing some of those old horror movies around this time."

"You like those?" He does start clicking through, even as you shrug.

"Their delivery is different. Sometimes it feels like modern movies flattens everyone's emotions out so unless you can see their faces it's all the same. And our TV is rather small. But the old actors have so much drama and bravado. It's fun."

Sun settles on a channel that's playing an old ad for Chia pets. You keep eating, movements turning sluggish as you continue to warm up. Home is safe, and Sun is safe, apparently. You should've guessed that. "We can turn the lights off if you'd like," you offer, muffling a yawn.

"No." Sun speaks sharply, surprising you back to alertness. "I mean... No, it doesn't bother me at all. If you're tired though, you should go to bed."

"I'm fine." You gingerly touch Sun's arm again, disappointed when he pulls away. "I want to stay up til the weather clears enough for you to go home."

Sun's silence feels like a punch to the gut. You chew on the inside of your cheek, no longer hungry. "If the weather doesn't improve, you are also more than welcome to spend the night," you say, trying to ignore the tension between the two of you. "There's plenty of blankets and pillows, and you don't have to undress at all if you're uncomfortable. I might have some sweats that'll fit you actually. They're a bit too long for me but maybe--"

"It's okay," Sun says, interrupting. But it doesn't feel okay, you want to argue. You chew on the inside of your cheek instead, making yourself small against the couch. The commercials end, and a movie plays. It's a Western, and it's at the climax, the hero shooting down the villain in a classic duel. "You really should go to bed though. I don't want to be in the way."

"You're not!" It's not quite a yell; you're just being quietly insistent. "You're my friend Sunny. And that's enough for me." You know he is adverse to it, but you take his hand and hold it tightly. To your surprise, he doesn't pull away. He actually squeezes, letting his other hand rest on yours. You drop your hand on top of his, and he snorts.

"You win," he says, and you grin up at him, settling with your hands stacked together. The movie plays, and you catch yourself nodding off. You struggle to remain upright, but as the credits begin to roll, you begin to lean into Sun's weight. You're only kind of awake when your head rests against his shoulder. Part of you knows you should move. You're trapping him like this, and what if this is far too much contact for your friend? But it's comfortable and warm, and he's comfortable too.

It's been a long, long time since you'd been able to have someone over. A long, long time since you felt this safe with someone other than your brother. You try to move anyway, wanting to, you don't know, something. But Sun squeezes your hands, freeing one of his own to pull the blanket up over your shoulders.

"Sleep tight." And it's not quite his voice, but it's still Sun, and he wants you to stay.

So you stay, falling asleep as the snow continues to build up outside, drifting in and covering your tracks: the soft prints of your boots and the deep imprints left from your surprisingly heavy friend.

#fnaf dca #dca fandom #human disguise #daycare attendant #sun can force himself to stay in control with help from the streetlights but it is a struggle only won because Moon hasnt met you yet #and doesnt trust you #a little shorter than planned but i cant wrote the brother without a name

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chicago-pd-is-weird · 15 days

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Imagine a story where Hank Voight invite a main witness of a crime for a dinner.

Its the first time in this crazy week she feel safe and sound.. and let her guard down for something more...

She loves everything about him, his voice, but for her his eyes are the thing, like a hot chocolate in the chicago winter

Hank Voight x Fem!Reader

Hi Anon! This was a really fun and interesting one to write! Thank you for requesting! I hope this lives up to your expectations!

TW: Nothing is explicitly mentioned in the story itself, but when you get to the flashback (italics), it becomes plainly said - rape and assault. You can skip the italics, I wrote it so that you didn’t have to read that part. :)

You trembled, thinking back to the robbery that had taken place. He was sadistic. He didn’t just rob the place, but he made people…

You didn’t want to think about it.

You swallowed hard, pulling the blanket further around you, as it was the only thing between your body and the cold of the Chicago winter now. You looked to the officer who was asking you questions. “S-Sorry, can you repeat the question?”

“Sure,” he said softly with a nod. “Did you get a look at his face?”

“N-No, he had a mask on,” you mumbled.

“Okay, did you see any part of his skin, hands or neck or anything that could help?”

You shook your head. “S-Sorry,” you mumbled, looking down. You hadn’t been much help, but you didn’t want to remember.

“Alright,” the officer said with a sigh before walking away, leaving you to your lonesome as someone tried to sort out the clothing from inside the bank.

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Weeks later, you’d tried to forget it all. After the first few days, the cops quit coming back to ask questions. You’d told them the truth: you didn’t want to remember. Some wanted to charge you with obstruction and others understood, simply leaving you. Still others had begged you, for the “greater good” to remember. You had just shook your head and receded back. You weren’t safe, and talking wasn’t going to make you any safer.

It was a surprise when a knock came to your door after all this time. Looking through the peephole first, it was a man you vaguely recognized, but couldn’t place. You didn’t immediately see a badge on him, so you cracked the door open, it still locked. “Can I help you?”

“Miss (L/N),” he said, his voice deep and scruffy, yet somehow simultaneously smooth like butter. “My name is Sergeant Hank Voight. I work in Intelligence.”

You swallowed hard, barely comprehending his words until he showed you his badge on his hip. You shook your head. “Sorry, I already told your officers everything.”

Before you could shut the door, he put a hand on it. “I was wondering if I could take you to dinner.”

You blinked. He had caught you by surprise. “What?” You asked, looking at him through the crack in the door.

“I was wondering if you’d like to get dinner with me tonight,” he repeated, looking at you. His deep, brown eyes met yours. You could barely explain the feeling, but they compelled you to go with him. You shut the door, unlocking it and opening it back up again. “Please, come in.”

Hank stepped inside your apartment, looking around. You’d kept it meticulous the past few weeks, needing something to do to keep your mind off the memories. Cleaning often helped.

You cleared your throat to draw his attention, then nodded. “Let me… Let me get changed quick.” You moved from the room, and you could feel his eyes watching you. They didn’t burn into you, but they were soft and gentle. They danced over you and your curves just right, making you feel good, like a person again.

A bit later, you’d taken a quick shower and done your hair up and put on some simple makeup. You were wearing a dress that was long, nearly down to your ankles, and leggings beneath it. The top of the dress was long-sleeved and the fabric was opaque. You didn’t want to show your body any more than you had to, but after what happened. The dress was cinched at the waist and showed off your bust in the way you liked, then hugged your hips before smoothing out into a flowing bottom. You walked out to meet Hank. “Sorry,” you said, grabbing a purse and your essential items to stuff inside. You put on some flats, then looked to him.

He walked over to you, nodding a bit. “You look beautiful,” he said, his voice gentle and respectful as he took his own coat from the rack.

You blushed slightly as you grabbed a long coat and your earmuffs. “Thank you,” you replied, then opened the door for him.

As you were walking to his car, you realized how crazy this seemed. A stranger showed up to your door, claiming to be police, then asked you to dinner. And you’d said yes, simply because his eyes were the most beautiful orbs you’d ever seen. You looked over Hank Voight as he led you to an SUV, noting his strong figure hidden beneath his coat. He wasn’t a gym freak, but he had a toned body from manual labor of some kind. The daily wear and tear of his body had built muscles in all the right places. You liked it better that way as opposed to muscles that were defined and perfected from gym workouts.

When you got to his SUV, he helped you inside and ensured your dress wouldn’t be caught before closing the door. He was physically attractive, of course, but what drew you in most was how safe you felt, simply by being in his presence. You were completely calm and at peace for the first time since the bank.

He moved to the driver’s seat and started the car, pulling out and into the winter weather. He drove the car smoothly across Chicago, pulling up outside a small restaurant. He looked to you, a smile pulling at his lips. “It’s not too much of a fancy place, but I used to take my wife here on date nights.”

You looked to him, nodding a little. “So, you have a wife?”

“I’m a widower,” he said with a soft shrug. “She passed away from cancer a long time ago.”

Your heart sank a little, reaching over and putting a soft hand on his arm. “I’m so sorry, Hank.”

He hummed and got out of the car without another word, then opened the door for you and helped you out. You took his arm when offered and walked inside. The place was small, as he had said, and seemed more fancy than it was. Seeing as it was a Tuesday night, there wasn’t very many people there. You were seated with Hank in a corner booth, away from most other people. Hank helped you take off your coat and hung it on the hook beside your seat. He then shed his and did the same.

You ordered a water to start with when the server asked, looking over the one-page menu. You hummed and looked to him. “So, what is good here?”

“Everything,” he said, another soft smile pulling at his lips as his eyes moved up to meet yours. They gave you a warm feeling, like the way hot chocolate does in the Chicago winter. They made you feel safe and cozy, and for the first time in the last few weeks, you weren’t scared. You felt secure, and when Hank put a hand over yours, you felt like the world didn’t matter anymore.

“Okay,” you responded with a squeak, a blush hitting your face once more. You gently turned your hand to take his, biting your lip. “Thank you…”

“For what?”

Tears welled in your eyes, threatening to spill over and ruin your makeup. “You make me feel… safe. I-I can’t explain it.”

Hank nodded, brushing his thumb over your knuckles. “I’m glad,” he said softly. “You have the right to feel safe. After what he did to you… To all of those people…”

You swallowed hard, closing your eyes tightly, despite the tears now dropping to your cheeks. You took in a soft breath, shaking. “I-I’m sorry I haven’t said much, I-I just… I don’t want to remember… Then it’ll be real.”

“I know,” Hank replied softly. When you opened your eyes, you met his, and all you felt was an outpouring of love and sympathy. You took your hand away for a brief moment to dab your eyes with your napkin. “(Y/N), you’re safe. You’re going to be safe no matter what.”

You sniffled and let out a ragged breath, trying not to break into sobs. “He said he would kill me if I talked to the cops,” you said, swallowing hard. “What he did to me in there… it wasn’t like everyone else. H-He took a liking to me.”

Hank nodded, his hand still on the table in case you needed him. You took it again, squeezing it. “Listen… I…” You breathed shakily, looking down for a bit, then back up to his chocolate eyes. He just sat, watching you with nothing but love and tenderness. He didn’t judge you like some of the others had. He genuinely cared, seemingly as a friend, not just a cop.

“Whenever you’re ready,” he said softly, bringing your hand up to kiss it. It brought you comfort. You simply wanted to be in his arms, where the rest of the world couldn’t touch you.

You swallowed hard, but receded back when the server came back with your water, asking if you’d picked a dish. You quickly looked over the menu, eyes falling on some type of pasta. You ordered that, not really caring what it was. Hank ordered the same thing, and the server took your menus, leaving the two of you alone once more.

You looked up at him, rubbing your arms and swallowing again. You didn’t say anything, just looked down. You wished he could hold you, but that would be extremely unprofessional, of course. You just wanted to feel safe. His eyes relaxed you and calmed you, but you needed more. You needed to be able to relax beneath his touch.

Hank made small talk with you, not pushing on details of the robbery. When you got your food, you agreed it was delicious and even perked up. You’d barely had a real meal since the incident at the bank, seeing as you hadn’t left your apartment. Hank told you stories about the CPD and his coworkers, past and present. He told you about each one and who they were to him. You smiled as you noticed how fondly he talked about them, and laughed as he told you silly stories from his years of CPD experience.

When you finished dinner, Hank picked up the bill, but the two of you continued to talk for a while. When you did leave, he drove you back to your building and escorted you to your apartment. You smiled as you unlocked your door. “Thank you,” you said softly. “This was… so fun.”

“Hey, look,” he said softly, leaning over you and meeting your eyes once more, nothing but love in his. He brushed some stray hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear. “If you want to talk about the bank again, give me a call,” he said softly, handing you his business card. “And on the back is my personal number, just in case.”

You blushed as you looked down at the card, then to the back where he had written a different number down. You looked back up at him, tears coming to your eyes again as your stomach flipped and flopped. You reached a hand up, gently cupping his cheek. “Why don’t you stay?” You whispered, brushing your thumb over his cheek.

“If you’d like me to,” he whispered in reply. You nodded, leaning him inside by his hand, his strong yet gentle hand, then closed and locked the door. He shed his coat once more and shoes this time, helping you with yours. He also took off his badge and gun, setting them on the stand beside your keys. “Hey, no badge. We’re just friends here, alright?”

You nodded to him, citing you’d be right back before heading to your room. You weren’t sure where this was going to lead, but you were ready, finally, to tell someone exactly what had happened. And you were terrified. You swallowed hard, slipping out of your dress and taking off your makeup. You let your hair down for the moment, finding some sweatpants and a tshirt to wear before putting your hair back up into a half-hearted bun.

When you walked back out, Hank was already on your couch, waiting for you. You moved to sit beside him, swallowing hard. “I-I’m sorry,” you said softly. “I couldn’t say this earlier, it’s just… it’s hard to… to remember.”

“I know,” he stated, holding a hand out, which you took gratefully, squeezing it for reassurance. He squeezed back gently, nodding to you. “When you’re ready.”

You took in a shaky breath. It was now or never, because you knew if you receeded again, it would be for good this time. You swallowed hard, telling him exactly what happened at the bank.

You trembled as gunshots rang out, hitting the floor as quickly as you could. You stayed there until he started to bark instructions to everyone about stripping and sitting in a circle. He came over to you, pulling you up and holding the gun on you.

“Strip.”

Like everyone else, you stripped down to your bra and underwear, wrapping your arms around yourself. A second man with a gun was watching the people in the circle while the first man ran a hand over your body. You shuddered, starting to cry at this point. You felt sick.

He pulled you by your hair into a back room, forcing himself onto you and taking you right then and there. You cried and screamed, trying to struggle, to do anything to get away, but he only laughed, as if he liked it. He was sadistic and mentally insane. He took you, over and over again until he was satisfied. There was nobody to save you.

He had taken off his clothes and mask to take you, to make it more enjoyable for himself. You’d gotten a good look at his face and his body, having noted a large shoulder tattoo. When he was done with you, he held the large gun to your forehead. “If you ever tell anyone about this, especially the cops, I will find you and I will do this again, over and over, until you beg me to kill you.” He then got dressed again.

When he was finally finished with you, your body weak, he pulled you up by your hair and back into the main room, you being completely naked now. He threw you to the middle of the circle, where you curled up, crying and shaking. You were embarrassed, but moreover, you were traumatized. The two men robbed the bank and then left, the cops finally being able to breach and save you. It had been too late.

After telling Hank everything, you had barely realized you’d been sobbing. He had just listened before slowly pulling you into an embrace. You leaned into his every touch, longing for it. It was soft and gentle, and moreover it was safe. Completely safe. You were safe. And, he wasn’t a cop right now. He was friend. Maybe something more.

You sobbed into his shoulder and neck as you pulled yourself closer and closer until you were practically on his lap. He didn’t mind, pulling you the rest of the way to hold you tightly as you simply sobbed.

Hank rocked you, rubbing your back and gently caressing the nape of your neck. It calmed you, and finally, you stopped crying. You breathed in his scent, something like bourbon. He had a deep oaky musk to him, with tinges of sweetness. It matched his personality perfectly.

When you finally were able to reasonably calm yourself, you pulled back a little to look into his eyes. You melted and felt better as he stared back with a type of love you couldn’t explain. You swallowed hard and let out a shaky breath. “Please… please catch him… He’ll come back… he’ll do it again…”

“I promise,” Hank replied quickly. It was a serious promise. “I’ll get him and I’ll protect you. He won’t ever get to you again.”

You let out a small sob again, not meaning to let it escape, sniffling and leaning into him again. “I believe you… Please, c-can you stay tonight…?”

“I’ll stay as long as you’ll have me.”

You nodded and picked up your head again, looking to him. “Forever?”

He smiled slightly. “Sure,” he replied softly, still rubbing your back. “But forever comes with conditions. Maybe we should just start with tonight.”

You laughed a little, smiling softly at him. “Okay.”

He leaned forward, planting a soft kiss on your cheek. “I promise, okay?” He whispered.

When you looked into his deep brown eyes, you knew he was serious. You seemed to know everything about him, just by looking into his eyes. You knew you loved him then, and he loved you too. “Okay,” you whispered back, pressing your forehead to his. “I trust you, Hank.”

#chicago pd #x reader #fanfiction requests #hank voight #sargent hank voight #sergeant hank voight #chicagopd #hank voight x reader

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starluvrsblog · 9 months

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“I’ll kill you.”

Eijirou Kirishima x F!Reader

Summary : Kirishima protects you at a highschool party, like the gentleman he is🤭

• CW - Drinking, attempted SA, manipulation, violence •

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“Well I think we should go!” {Y/N} mumbles, getting close to her mirror, drawing on her eyes with the black eyeliner in between her hand.

A frown creeps onto Eijirou’s lips, his brows furrowing as he sighs. “{Y/N} I don’t think it’s a good idea to go to a party, especially with Shiketsu students going. It’s like you’re asking for trouble.” You roll your eyes, your friend doesn’t trust Shiketsu students, especially after one of the students tried to ask you out.

Being the stubborn girl that your are, you continue to slip on a black jean skirt, and a grey long sleeved shirt. “Well if we’re going, could you atleast wear somethin’ less..” he eyes your figure “..eye catching.” Whipping your head around to the spikey toothed boy, you shot him a weird look. “Sorry, you look great.” He showed a soft smile, looking away once again as he sat up from your bed. Kirishima is already kind enough on his own, but he seemed way to protective to just be in a ‘friend way’. He would never admit having feelings for you though, the thoughts in the back of his head made him think it would destroy your friendship.

You walked up to him, and grabbed a handful of his red hair, he kept it down tonight, out of character for him. “You need to dye your hair soon, or people will know your little secret!” He laughed, “yeah I know.. maybe tomorrow?” He hated the idea of you and Mina both knowing his so called ‘terrible secret’ but it was too late to care anymore, it’s not like you’d tell anyone.

[ KIRISHIMA POV ]

After {Y/N} grabs her phone, she grabs onto my arm as we head down to the common area. I ever so slightly stay behind her, making sure she’s always in my line of vision. Kaminari and Shinsou spot us and begin to approach us, “lookin’ good, doll!” He puts a thumbs up, winking at {Y/N} I hide the overwhelming feeling of.. jealousy? Not like she’s my property, it just didn’t feel right for Kaminari to do that.

“Why don’t you boys walk with us to the party? The more the merrier!” {Y/N} says with such excitement, what’s got her so eager for these two to walk with us? It’s whatever, they are our friends and she’s just being friendly. “Uh.. hell yeah!” Kaminari wraps one arm around {Y/N}‘s shoulders, the other around Shinsou’s, I smile as we walk out of the dormitory. As the minutes go by, I keep checking Kaminari’s arm, just to make sure he wasn’t too touchy with her.

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[ Y/N POV ]

After around 15 minutes of chatting with our little group, and once a while seeing a displeased Eijirou. We arrive at the doorstep of Shindo’s house, I feel so.. anxious, I only agreed to go so I could stop being such a homebody. I squeeze tightly onto Kirishima’s white t-shirt sleeve, it’s loud, music and voices blaring as colorful lights fill the large home. Hitoshi and Sparky make their way around the home, leaving Eijirou and I alone, I didn’t mind though, if I were to be hanging out with anybody here it’s most certainly be him.

I saw Sero approaching us, followed by Mina and Ochako, “{Y/N} ! You actually came, and managed to bring Kirishima with you, good for you girl!!” Mina yells through the loud music, you smile and look away when you notice Shindo. Unlinking your arms, you walk over to Shindo without warning the others, you wanted to thank him for inviting you to the party, Kirishima thought it was fishy since Shindo had just broke up Nakagame. “Shindo!” You waved your hand in his direction, “Heyyy, ya actually showed up!” Shindo puts his arm around you, reeking of alcohol. You and the Shiketsu student weren’t really close, but would text every few weeks to check up on eachother, he lowkey saved you during the licensing exam, so you owed him one.

He offered you a drink, “why not?” this was out of character for you, only drinking on very special occasions, as you grabbed a red cup from one of Shindo’s friends, Kirishima was looking everywhere for you. He had lost you in the crowd in the matter of seconds, scanning everywhere he just couldn’t seem to spot you at all. He was frantic, always worrying especially with your anxiety, scared something might happen to you. You on the other hand, we’re living it up, you seemed to be a lightweight which wasn’t… normal? You felt different, but honestly you really didn’t give two shits.

Dancing around the crowd you see Shinsou spot you again, “the hell? what are you doing {Y/N}” The stern voice of the purple haired boy startles you, “Hitoshiii~ I forgot you were here” falling into his chest. “Are you.. drunk?” Holding you up and trying to guide you toward the couch, “HA! No w-way~ I’m just having fun” He knew you were lying, stumbling more than usual, dancing so.. different. Kirishima is still searching for you, while Shinsou tries to talk to you he’s also looking for the redhead to take you home before anything can go wrong. When he looks away, you take the chance to book it back into the large crowd when you crash back into Shindo, “{Y/N}, there you are..” he got closer to your face, bending over, meeting you eye-to-eye. “..been lookin’ all over for you” giggling, you begin to dance again, slowly swaying your hips from side to side, he grabs ahold of your hips, pulling your bodies closer to eachother. “Y’know.. me and Nakagame broke up and..” He got even closer, his mouth next to your ear, “..been pretty lonely” hands wandering, the left on your ass, the right guiding up to your chest, lightly squeezing your body. “Shindo.. I c..can’t do that, this fe..eels wrong..” You try to pull away, but he’s got the advantage.

[ KIRISHIMA POV ]

‘where is she.’ I’m panicking, i’ve been looking for her for 20 minutes, she left her phone with me. I can’t spot her, Shinsou told me she was drunk and slipped out of his sight. “What the hell we’re you thinking? Why would you let your eyes off of her you idiot.” I didn’t mean to snap on him, he didn’t do anything entirely wrong.

I was a tad tipsy myself, but I had all of my facilities unlike {Y/N}, word had gotten around that I was looking for her, so I was relieved to hear Uraraka’s voice shout for me, I turn around, “Kirishima! I just saw {Y/N} with Shindo, he was holding her wrist, and dragging her outside to his backyard.” I was livid, what was he planning on doing to her, I shove through everyone to make my way to his backyard.

[ 2ND PER. POV ]

Your mind was in a haze, letting Shindo lead you to the couch in front of the fire pit in his backyard. “Shindoo.. I wanna.. go back h..home.” You whine, trying to get away from him, yet again to zero avail he sits you down. “I see the way you look at me..” he places soft kisses on your neck, “..you want this, need this as much as I do {Y/N}”, you don’t know what to do. You put your hands on his chest and bang repeatedly, nothing. “I can’t, Yo.. I don’t want y..you~ I wan..wan’t Eijirou” He ignores you, if anything that made it worse, jealousy filled him with rage as he scoffs, and continues to grope you.

You hear the sliding of the glass for leading back into the house shift open with such urgency, it was hard to see but you could make up Eijirou’s figure, locking his eyes with yours as Shindo was still feeling you up. That was it, something inside him snapped, anger and pure jealousy explodes within him, as he quickly stomps over to Shindo, grabbing the back of his hair and throwing him to the ground. “Get the hell off of her.”

Kirishima gets on top of Shindo, and begins to beat him senseless. Kaminari and Shinsou run outside, after seeing this happen all from the kitchen, “Kirishima stop it! What the fuck are you doing!” It takes both of the boys to get Kirishima off of the beaten, bloody, black haired boy, “She’s mine. I’ll kill you, I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU YOU GOT THAT?” He screams, pointing his bloody finger at Shindo, before turning his attention towards you.

[ KIRISHIMA POV ]

I could’ve fucking murdered him, who the hell does he think he is. I hold her face in my bloody hands, “{Y/N}.. {Y/N} are you okay? Did he hurt you, did that fucker touch you..” She shakes her head, I felt a slight wave of relief, examining her figure. Her shirt was pulled up, no marks though, she wasn’t exposed, I pull her shirt down and hold her. Kaminari and Shinsou had dragged that sleezebag into his house, I never want to let go of her.

“I’m never letting you go, not ever {Y/N}.” I whisper, picking her up, “E..eiji.. I love you~” I freeze, my heart skips a beat. I put her face in the crook of my neck as I begin to walk with her again, I shoved past the crowd once more and grab our shit before walking out of that disgusting house of a douchebag who tried to hurt my {Y/N}. The house had gone silent, whispers surrounding us as I walk out of the door, immediately heading back to the dorms.

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[ 2ND PERSON POV ]

You were practically passed out, Kirishima had reached the common area, you could hear faint sounds of commotion, muffled questions, but you weren’t coherent enough to understand anything. They had already heard about what went down between Kiri and Shindo, Kirishima ignores them, walking up to your room, holding you tighter by the second. He opens the door to your room, kicking it closed, and lays you gently onto your bed, taking your boots off, and then his own. He crawls into bed next to you, covering the two of you with the blankets, grabbing ahold of you once more. He holds you tight and secure as he pets your hair as you finally let yourself go, slowly falling asleep.

“I’m not ever letting go {Y/N}, I love you.. and i’ll ruin anyone who gets in my way.”

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[A/N]

omg?? hello first ever fanfic, i’ll get better i swear y’all please don’t flame me too much, sorry for being such a hater on our boy Shindo 🙏

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ilylovelyz · 11 months

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mary

pair : levi x fem!reader

warning(s) : alcohol, levi is socially awkward and insecure, suggestive tones, reader is described to be extroverted and a chatterbox, jealousy, reader kinda comes off as neglectful, kinda angsty

word count : not that long like 4/500

note : based on mary by alex g. i thought of this while at a party im sleepy - this is all over the place it kinda has no plot

across the room sits levi.

across the room, he stares at the girl he loves. he stares at her with that one expression everyone knows. eye brows lightly furrowed, lips in a slight pout, arms crossed, legs crossed. to anyone he wasn't close with (so practically everyone), he looked upset. pissed off even.

but really, he wasn't mad. not even in the slightest. in reality, he was just watching the girl he wants to kiss.

he's not mad. rather he's curious. the way you draw everyone in, like moths drawn to a source of heat, it really makes him think.

he's sitting in a corner, by himself. he thinks he's not bothered by it, but he really is. he'd never admit it.

he has a lot. he feels content with the skills he has. many of jealous of him. he's strong. he's fast. he's smart. he's unbothered. but theres just something that he does not have that just pesters him in the back of his mind.

you're not really strong. you're not that fast. you're emotional and sometimes irrational. you are smart sometimes. you lack the qualities he has. yet, he can't help but he jealous of the quality you do have.

your leather heart that you wear on your sleeve is what he is jealous of.

he has all of those characteristics, yet he still sits alone in his corner, occasionally taking a sip of his pungent alcohol.

you on the other hand, everyone is listening and laughing with you. you are the center of tonight's attention. you've always been the center. everyone is always willing to chat with you. he understands why. your goofy contagious smile, the way you carry yourself - everyone loves you.

he wants your love - but you're over there, and he's over here. he understands why you'd want to be with instead. he's no fun to be around. he's so socially isolated he turns away those he wants to talk to. he just can't because he doesn't know what to say. hell, half of the people he knows, he only knows through you.

so for now, he watches you from afar, not wanting to ruin the moment with his blunt words or "insufferable" attitude. he watches the way your big red lips curl up into a sharp toothy-smile, your arms wrap around your fat hips as you have one of the best belly laughs you've had in a while.

you're so different to him, and yet he loves you more than anything. you're the girl he wants to fuck every time you dote over him, even when he's trying to push you away.

in the midst of all of this, he's so emotionally absent he didn't realize how you had walked over to his lonely corner.

"hey." you say, snapping him out of his thoughts. "hi." he says, immediately regretting as he feels like it was such an awkward response. he knows you know what he's feeling. "got bored of your loud ass buddies?" he says, taking another sip of his drink. "maybe. maybe i just want to be with you. who knows," you tease, taking a close seat next to him.

you're bigger than him, yet you can't help but learn your body weight against him, leaning your head on his. "tch, you stink like booze." he scolds. "your friends want you back," addressing the stares your friends are giving you, almost like they want to say something, but are probably to afraid to do so, because of levi. you ignore him, eyes closed and all relaxed on him.

"you're wasting your time being with me, i'm not going to do shots with you." he pries. today is one of the few days off given to you after a long a stressful couple of weeks. annoyed by his obvious attempt of pushing you away again, you open your eyes and grab his hand, wrapping it around your shoulder. "baby, i don't mind. i wanna be with you and 'waste my time'." you say, snuggling closer to him.

he loves you dearly. you're the only girl he wants to love.

#levi ackerman #levi attack on titan #attack on titan #aot x reader #levi attack on titan angst #attack on titan angst #writing prompts #levi ackerman x reader

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venus-celestial · 6 days

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Happy Nesta week everyone as my iPad is currently still broken I won't be able to draw like I had wanted to

But never fear for I shall write instead and add drawings later

So for the first prompt of @nestaarcheronweek Queen of Queens

enjoy this one-shot of a somewhat dark romance nessian Crescent City/Modern AU

Nesta's breath caught slightly as she looked at herself in the mirror she looked so.. different yet so the same it was truly terrifying.

The dress her mate had given her to wear was well beautiful it was a pitch black that faded into sliver and had red accents on the sleeves neckline and middle.

it was a sweetheart neckline (she found it a little less funny then her mate did) with detached sleeves and the dress went almost All the way to her feet stoping a few inches higher.

Of course her mate hadn't only supplyed the dress for her to wear but the the red gemed jewelry she was currently wearing as well as bright and and glowing as his own gemstones he wore.

She thought the ruby choker was a little much considering everyone would be able to see the tattoo on her back but she didn't complain it was pretty as well.

what she didn't really understand was the lack of head accessory her mate usually would provide a headband a pin or some other accessory for her hair or head.

but currently her head remind barren her hair down tonight at his request she wondered if he had somt planned probably it was in his nature.

Ataraxia sat at the side of the vanity as sharp and ready to be used as ever although she rarely used it her mate had said numerous times that she shouldn't have to dirty her pretty hands.

he said things like that a lot that she deserved to not want for anything to not have to do anything she didn't want to that she should be taken care and worshipped.

And taken care of and worshipped she was her mate made sure of it everyone who worked for him knew who she was and how she was to treated with respect and loyalty just like he was.

he absolutely showered her in gifts Ataraxia having been one of them he had said the sword was made specially for her and her magic and when she had given it it's name he had smiled and kissed her breathless.

Gods above was it easy for him to turn her into a non-functioning mess with just a simple kiss or a few words his habit of calling everything about her whether it be her eyes her hands or even her mind pretty would be the death of her.

but gods she loved it how easily he could turn her into a dazed mess in or out of the bedroom how easily he could make her shatter again and again until she couldn't take anything more.

and how gentle he was as he did whispering praise and kind words as he took care of during and after.

Oh but Nesta didn't forget she had the same affect on him as he did her she could ask anything of him and he would do it even get on his knees and worship her like a goddess anything for her his lady his queen.

The door to the bedroom opened and in he came within seconds he was behind her and burying his face in her neck as he liked to do.

"Hello Sweetheart" He said breath tickling her neck and making her shudder "Cassian" She breathed her voice quiet and and high.

Cassian chuckled lowly and nipped lightly at her neck with his teeth leaving his mark on it and making Nesta moan softly.

Her repeated the action and pulled away from her neck looking at her through the mirror "Look at you my beautiful girl" He said his voice low and dark.

Nesta felt her stomach tighten up as he cupped her cheeks with both of his large calloused palms "You are perfection" He said leaning forward placing a small light kiss on her forehead "So very beautiful" He continued his soft whisper making the tiniest shivers run down Nesta's spine "My Nesta" he whispered voice full of adoration.

Nesta breathed in deep inhaling his scent as she leaned into his touch "Your Nesta" She whispered back.

Cassian smiled and placed a hand under her chin turning her towards him tilting her chin so he can gaze into her eyes "You are mine my queen" he whispered his tone soft and deep.

"Yes" Nesta Breathed "And tonight" Cassian Said "Everyone will know it" "Everyone Will know your mine my mate my lady my queen" he said voice low and dark as he spoke

He leaned forward pressing his lips to hers once before pulling away "Shall we go?" He Asked his voice still low "they'll be expecting us" Nesta nodded and Cassian took her hand in his.

They left their room with Nesta trailing behind her mate as he made his way out of their room and down the stairs to the front room of the house.

As they arrived Nesta saw her parents walking in together with a large group of people who were either their friends or strangers she couldn't tell.

Nesta squeezed Cassian's hand in nervousness and he pulled her to his side "It's alright sweetheart" he said voice gentle and calm as he squeezed her hand.

they made their way over to the giant table in the middle of the room where her sisters and their mates already sat Nesta did a once over and paused when she looked at the head of the table

Rhys and Feyre were sat next to each other as expected as where Elain Azriel and Gywn Amren and Mor sat opposite Rhys and Cassian's chair was empty as expected but

But next to Cassians chair was another chair identical to his and as Nesta scanned the table again she realized the chair that usually sat next to Feyre's and was where Nesta would sit was gone.

Nesta swallowed hard her heart beating against her ribs rapidly as she tried to figure out what was going on.

Cassian wrapped an arm around her waist pulling her close to his side protectively "Are you cold my love?"

"No" Nesta said no at the table seemed to find anything amiss but Nesta brain could not figure out what was happening until Cassian lead her right to chair that was identical to his.

Nesta took a deep breath "Who's sitting here?" She asked quietly trying not to be loud enough to alert anyone near by.

Cassian gave her a look that read 'Really?'

Nesta gave him a pout he wasn't being very nice.

Cassian Chuckled darkly at her expression "You are sweet girl" he said Nesta's eyes widen slightly "W-what" she stammered quietly.

She hadn't heard him correctly or he was just joking or something because no way did he just say the seat was for her but no she hadn't heard him wrong his voice was low and rumbling with affection as he told her this.

"This is your seat my Queen" He said kissing the top of her head "Now sit" he leaned down to whisper in her ear "Or do I need to pick you up and put you in it myself" he said.

Nesta squeaked at the idea of such an event and immediately sat down and folded her hands into her lap as her mate took his seat next to her.

Cassian reached over and took her hand and began rubbing it as he started talking to the others at the table Nesta looked over at Feyre and her sister gave her a warm smile.

Nesta smiled back but didn't move her hand she was too busy listening intently to Cassian telling all of them how proud he was and how perfect she looked.

"Thank you" She whispered looking up at him, he gave her a reassuring nod squeezing her hand.

dinner was brought out and everyone bagen eating about an half an hour later later Cassian stood up and declared her has something to announce.

just then an attendant came around the the table and placed a medium sized box in front of Nesta before bowing and walking away.

Nesta looked around table confused and heart going a mile a minute she caught Feyre's eye who was smiling like the cat that got the canary

she looked at her mate then at the box and back to her mate again she was so confused she felt like brain was going to explode trying to figure it out.

Cassian grinned at her "Open it sweetheart" he said Nesta nodded lightly and obeyed opening the wooden box to reveal what was inside

Nesta swears her heart stops as opens it fully a crown there's a crown in the box sat comfortably atop a plush pillow Nesta feels like she's losing it as Cassian comes over takes the crown out and gently puts it atop her head

"Mine" he all but growls when he's finished putting it on her head and placing his hand over her heart "You belong to me now only me now and always and forever and ever and ever"

He said "you belong to me" "I belong to you" He added "Always and Forever"

Nesta Nodded speechless and suddenly Cassian had his sword in hand and she shivered at his next words "You are my Mate My Wife" "But also My queen my equal in every and any way their is" he said voice dark

"You will reign by my side until we take our last breaths" her continued"No one will question your relation to me or your role" his voice dropped and and Nesta shivered "and if they do" He stopped a second longer "Then they are dead." He finished "Dead like those who dared disrespect you by questioning the right of someone who is meant to be by my side"

With that Cassian took her and and Sat back down as everyone at the table started clapping and cheering and chanting his name along with Nesta as he lifted her hand to his lips pressing them to her knuckles

"Nesta" He whispered his voice deep, hot and passionate "my queen."

he smiled down at her as she blushed and bowed her head "You are so beautiful and amazing"

Cassian held her hand tighter

And Nesta realized right then and there that she belonged to this man and he belonged to her and nobody else.

not even the Gods were allowed to have her and she was perfectly ok with that.

I hope you liked it everyone sorry if there are any errors I'm trusting docs spell checking on this so I hope it's okay

Anyway see you all later today for day two

#a court of thorns and roses #acotar #nesta acotar #nesta archeron #cassian #NestaArcheronweek

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naiatabris · 2 months

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you would know me

For the last day of #BG3FicFeb, the prompt is "AU of your choice," and I absolutely cannot resist an AU prompt.

Please enjoy this preposterously self-indulgent urban fantasy drabble, in which my bard Tav Lia and several members of the Tadgang are in a band that sings my favorite songs with no regard for genre or time period. Lyrics borrowed from The Gin Blossoms and Dar Williams.

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Astarion realizes he’s made a mistake the moment he takes a seat at the bar. From the outside, the Faerie’s Fire looks like his usual sort of place, dark and anonymous, the kind of spot where sad souls drink themselves into oblivion and go home with any stranger who flashes them a smile and feigns sympathy for their woes.

Inside, however, he can feel anticipation in the air. Merriment. Happiness. There’s a stage in the corner, just a little raised area held up on splintering feet, and a band setting up on it, five people in torn t-shirts propping a keyboard onto a stand and arranging a set of drums just so.

Live music. Gods. As if my life needed more suffering in it.

But Astarion knows just how to turn this to his advantage. After the first song or two, there will be someone who makes a face and leaves, unable to tolerate the bad acoustics and general mediocrity. He’ll catch up to them on the streets, agree that the music was terrible. And from there he’ll draw them to their death.

It’s not fair, of course, that good taste in music might be the reason someone dies tonight. But it’s been centuries since Astarion has been permitted to think about things like “fair.”

The bartender is a man nearing forty, with shoulder-length brown hair and a circular tattoo just below his throat. Astarion catches his eye. “Whiskey, neat. Whatever’s most expensive.”

“A man of taste!” the bartender says cheerfully, reaching for a bottle below the counter.

He says a few more things, about this particular bottle and the distiller and how he normally drinks wine himself but enjoys this whiskey from time to time. Astarion hums in assent but isn’t really listening; bartenders always want to finish their shift, which makes them poor targets. He hands over a few bills without comment and shoves the change into the tip jar.

As Astarion sips his drink, the shriek of a microphone alerts the patrons that things are about to begin. The murmur in the bar dies down as a man steps forward, and Astarion blinks with sudden surprise and interest. The man is a devil bearing a crown of heavy horns, with deep brown skin, dreadlocks, and eyes that are visibly two different colors even in the dim light of the bar. He wears a dark red shirt with the sleeves torn off and a leather cuff around one wrist, and his smile is pure charm as he looks out over the small crowd.

“Hey. I’m Wyll, and we’re Wyll and the Ravens. We’re here every Thursday. If you don’t know us yet, that’s Karlach on drums—”

A tall red tiefling woman with one horn bashes a cymbal enthusiastically.

“Shadowheart on keys—”

A pale half-elf wearing her hair in a long white braid nods to the crowd.

“Lae'zel on bass–”

A githyanki in dark eye makeup stares out at the audience, and does nothing save blink once.

“And Lia on vocals and guitar.”

A pretty silver-blue tiefling with purple hair and no horns gives a little wave.

“Thanks for joining us tonight.” Wyll grins. “Let’s get started.”

He nods to Lia; the guitarist taps her foot as she begins playing. Karlach and Shadowheart and Lae’zel join a measure later, and a few measures after that, Wyll begins to sing.

And to Astarion’s shock, the music is good.

It’s not saccharine pop or self-important metal, the two main genres that he seems to encounter when he’s out hunting. It’s rock with an edge of folk, energetic and rich, bittersweet lyrics accompanied by skillful riffs on the guitar. It’s the kind of music that, in another life, Astarion could imagine himself playing on the highway, singing under his breath until he can’t resist belting the chorus as he drives.

“Is there a line that I could write, sad enough to make you cry? ” the devil sings as the guitarist harmonizes behind him. “All the lines you wrote to me were lies.”

Near the back of the bar, Astarion sees someone stand up to leave. He knows he ought to follow—but the guitarist is changing keys, moving into a new song, and suddenly the thought of not knowing what they’ll play next is unbearable.

Astarion sits there through five songs, watching the patrons in the bar sway and dance and exchange squealing observations about how hot the lead singer is. He does not enjoy himself, exactly; he knows what he still must do tonight, what is waiting for him back home, and that knowledge precludes true enjoyment of anything. But he allows himself to appreciate. To pretend, for a minute, that he’s an ordinary elf who happened to find some decent music while wandering the streets of Baldur’s Gate.

And then Wyll steps away from the microphone and reaches for a water bottle, and the guitarist is stepping forward, a slightly shy grin on her lips.

“So. This is the part in the evening where I give Wyll a break for a song or two, and you all indulge me in whatever sad-girl guitar music I’ve been working on,” she tells the audience, winking as she strums the strings of her instrument. “This one is called ‘If I Wrote You.’”

Now would be a good moment to hunt, Astarion thinks. He can sense the bar’s restlessness, their skepticism about the promised sad-girl guitar music. Someone is about to stand up and walk out that door; he can feel it. But a ripple of notes sounds from the guitar, and the tiefling begins singing, and once again he finds himself in no mood to leave.

The song is about a letter from someone the singer once loved—a boyfriend or girlfriend, Astarion supposes, though that detail is never filled in—and loves still. The singer does not know what to write back. It is a simple story, but there is a longing to it that pulls at something in Astarion’s chest. Longing for things he can’t have, after all, is an emotion he knows well.

“And if I wrote you,” the tiefling sings, her voice rich and sweet, “You would know me, and you would not write me again.”

Bass and keyboard join in, filling out the spaces around the guitar’s plucked notes; a gentle rhythm from the drums feels like the beat of a breaking heart. Wyll steps to Lia’s abandoned microphone and sings a soft, deep harmony. The bar is silent as the tiefling weaves her story, as the song’s subject decides how to answer the letter.

“And I’m so happy,” she sings,

“I had to tell you. And I love you. And you will not write me again. No, you will not write me again.”

The applause is warm and sincere. Astarion joins it half unconsciously. He tries to tell himself he is only doing it to blend in, but even as the thought forms he knows it’s a lie. Wyll is a spectacular front man, all charm and raw charisma—but there is something about the tiefling that holds him almost captive when she sings.

Lia grins and begins playing another song, this one faster and more upbeat. Astarion allows himself to listen to its opening notes before he forces himself to push back from the bar. He begins to make his way to the exit, trying not to look over his shoulder as he does so.

He never hunts in the same spot twice, not without a year or more in between successful trips. He tries to take those who will not be missed, but he knows that his activities will occasionally lead to investigations, and questions, and to someone remembering a white-haired elf who is mysteriously absent from the security tape.

And so, even though he still has to bring prey to Cazador tonight, he will not take anyone from the Faerie’s Fire.

Wyll said they play every Thursday, and he would very much like to come back.

Also on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54154693

#astarion #astarion bg3 #astarion pov #bg3 fanfiction #bg3ficfeb #bg3 AU #band AU #my writing

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