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Supposed to Be Together {part 3 - finale}

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Azriel x f!reader 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 9.8k 𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐲: angst, fluff, SMUT SMUT SMUT 𝐊𝐞𝐲𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: long-winded confessionals, many a love-bomb, and many a spice ;) 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲:

𝘍𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 . 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴, 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞:

𝘖𝘬𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴!! 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨-𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪-𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘚𝘵𝘉𝘛! 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺. 𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘩, 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘵-𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥! 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘵-𝘵𝘰-𝘵𝘩𝘦-𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭. 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘐 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘵 (𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘈𝘻 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘦). 𝘌𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺~

ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ: ʙʏ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ ꜱɪᴘʜᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴇʀᴛɪꜰʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀ 18 ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴍɪɴᴏʀ. ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ᴍᴀʏ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴅɪꜱᴄʀᴇᴛɪᴏɴ.

Azriel all but fell into the room. The large male caught his footing at the last second, having been flush against the door just seconds before. He seemed shocked that you had really granted him entry, prepared to grovel and linger pitifully on your doorstep all night– all week– however long it took.

You bit down the noise of pleasure that attempted escape when you grabbed his wrist and your skin sang, yanking him inside and shutting the door behind him. Now it was just the two of you in your bedchambers, and if the rest of the Inner Circle had their wits about them, you would remain undisturbed for quite some time.

Glassy hazel eyes widened at the sight of you– your chest heaving slightly, your starry, doubtful gaze shooting arrows into his limbs and pinning him to the door that he had just so desperately clawed at the other side of. He tried to put on some kind of guise– as he did any time emotion bloomed– but he could only stare at you. No words filled the void between you, which only seemed to grow vaster as each moment passed.

You watched as his mouth parted, but nothing came out, his eyes flicking around every inch of you– frantic, nervous– anxious. Anxiety cascaded from the other end of the bond, and you wondered if he could spot the surprise on your features. You had thought all the anxiety you felt this eve was only yours, but it was also nagging him– crushing him, drowning him.

He was still fumbling, breath turning erratic as he tried to say something– anything– but he didn’t know where to start, didn’t know how to approach you when he had left you so shamefully the other morning. There was so much he wanted to say, so much he needed to tell you. But you were looking at him expectantly, and his body was absolutely roaring at him to engulf your smaller figure, to hold you in his embrace and never stray from you again. All while his mind scrambled to select a route forward, weighing between dousing the fire inside that demanded to feel your skin on his, launching into some magical explanation that would justify his horrid actions, and just plainly falling to his knees in repetent woe before you.

His body decided for him. He took one step toward you– expression unchanged, unaware he was even moving– and his knees slammed onto the floor.

The sound of his descent was deafening, and you flinched at the pain that twisted his chiseled face. Somehow you had a feeling it was not from the physical action, rather, the emotional distress he was currently battling. He appeared almost ghostly in the dimly-lit room, skin drained of the usual caramel color that you’d imagined the taste of on many a night.

“I am sorry,” the shadowsinger finally choked out, his voice gravelly and low. He closed his eyes, lips pursed and wavering, then gaze snapping open and fixing you with such intensity you stopped breathing. “I was weak. I never should have run from you. The thought of your suffering– the cause only mine, my cowardice alone…” he couldn’t look at you anymore, and his visage darkened, shadows coming to swirl around his knees as utter shame enveloped him. “I shall regret it every moment, until I draw my last breath. I am sorry… I’m sorry…” he kept repeating it, quieter each time, fists balled on the tile just inches from your feet.

Tears dribbled down your cheeks and gathered at the point of your chin, lips wobbling as you tried to clutch onto the sheer disappointment, the anger that had governed your emotions for the past few days. But the sight of this male– your male– so laden with contrite, his self-hatred overt in the way he was slumped, eyes downcast, wings drooped behind him on the cold tile before you…

It was his sob that finally broke your trance.

The spymaster of the most feared Court in Prythian, perhaps the most feared Illyrian there ever was… he was crying. Fat, salty droplets splashed onto the ground below him, the evidence irrefutable. He was on his knees for you, remorse billowing from his silhouette just as the dark shadows that obeyed him did. You could smell his sorrow, the stench of undiluted regret oozing out of him.

And you could tell, now, what he was thinking, what he was coming to accept as truth as every second passed and he lay before you, vulnerable and guilt-ridden, and you remained in silence, watching him, unmoving; that he had had his chance– the chance he had written off after so many centuries of solitude, and he had been stupid enough to let it– let you– slip right through his fingers. That you would never accept this, and that you would not want him, not give him another chance. That as you stood and took in his pathetic excuse of an apology, his teary groveling, you would decide to reject him. Forsake him to the true fear that chilled his mind as he fell asleep each night, the solitude that he had become far too familiar with, the loneliness he believed he deserved.

You did not speak.

You did not breathe as you sank to your knees, joining his deflated form on the ground.

You did not hesitate as you took his wet jaw in both your hands, closed your eyes, and kissed him.

Azriel stiffened. Long, tear-clumped lashes fluttered as he realized your lips were on his, not really believing you were actually kissing him, after his disgraceful, meager excuse of an apology. But only a small moment passed before he released a soft moan, scarred hands coming to grip your chin and lean into your caress, eyes closing and broad, dark wings fluttering. Breathing life itself back into him. He did not dare to break your kiss, would rather suffocate than part with your delectable mouth, those soft lips he had dreamed of, yearned for.

As he savored your kiss, it felt like he was drugging you, like ecstasy itself was seeping into your body from where he touched you, where his mouth connected with yours. You shivered, legs clamping together. Your body wanted him, wanted its mate, wanted the sweet and addictive feeling that he was providing you with to never end.

But you could not forget the manner he had treated you just days ago. You could not move forth without a clean slate, and you intended to get just that.

He had some explaining to do.

Azriel gasped as you pulled away from him, leaning far forward enough as he trailed your departure that he nearly fell into your lap. Honeyed eyes fluttered open and he blinked away the moisture remaining there, trying to clear the lustful fog that had begun to infiltrate his skull with just a simple kiss from his mate. He whispered your name, a breathless prayer, perhaps not even realizing it had slid from his parted mouth.

His gaze followed you like a magnet as you stood, still not uttering a word, and offered him a hand. You helped him up, though he did not use the appendage you offered as physical support… Which was the sole reason you allowed his hand to remain touching yours as you settled facing each other on the velveteen couch, even if the contact made your thoughts considerably harder to direct toward maintaining conversation.

“So…” you cleared your throat, eyes wandering to the beams of moonlight cast upon the marble floor of the balcony. “You know…”

The shadowsinger sat up, schooling his expression and finding his composure. It would have been perfect, could have fooled even you had you not been able to see how his wings still sagged, feel how his fingers gripped onto yours just a pinch tighter.

“I know,” he replied evenly. “I can feel the bond now. I can feel your pull… feel you on the other side… my mate.”

You couldn’t stifle the shudder that went through you when he nearly growled.

Azriel scrutinized you, surely noting how your crossed legs squeezed together underneath the casual linen dress you’d thrown on for dinner. You didn’t trust either of you enough to stay on course when his gaze sizzled into the soft skin of your exposed thighs, so you forced yourself to speak.

“Why did it take you so long?”

You hadn’t meant to say it, at least, not that bluntly. But you’d spoken without thinking, and the first thing off the top of your head had flown out.

Azriel gave you a pained look, like you’d kicked him square in the chest. “I’m sorry to make you wait,” he murmured, his rough thumb sweeping over your knuckles. “I would never intend to make you wait, I know that waiting can be… arduous. Can feel… eternal.”

It was your turn to squeeze his hand. You’d never know how it felt to be alone, not for as long as he had been at least. He had centuries of seclusion on you— waiting for someone whose existence he had eventually written off. Just two measly weeks had you strung out, you couldn’t imagine how he coped through the years. Not that it was exactly the same, but still, it was worth considering.

“I didn’t mean to sound harsh,” you assured, scooting closer to the male. His shoulder almost brushed yours now, and if he sighed, his exhale would move your hair to tickle your collar bone. “I only wish you would tell me what you were thinking. The morning after, you barely said anything. Just that it was a mistake.”

He bristled. “I never said that.” Every word spoken that dreadful morning had been seared into his brain, looping a thousand times over since the moment he had slipped out your door.

“That’s how I heard it, though.”

Azriel looked at you like you had just stabbed yourself, his handsome face aghast. “Y/N–”

“Do you…” you almost whimpered at the fear that pulsed through your heart at your own question, “Do you think this is a mistake?”

It took all but one second for Azriel to scoop you in his arms and press every inch of your torsos together, large hands coming to grip the base of your head at the back of your neck, forcing you to look at him.

“Never,” he hissed, the mere premise making his gaze darken, his shadows lashing out and crackling through your room, swallowing nearly all light. His expression was downright icy, and had he given you such a look for any other reason, you’d be running, tail between your legs. “Though I found the bond just hours ago,” he continued, “not for one second have I thought that. Nor will I ever.”

Sweet validation trickled into your veins. Coupled with his firm, passionate touch, you were melting in his arms. In his big, strong, tattooed arms.

He must have scented your interest, because his pupils floated back behind his eyelids and he groaned, gripping you harder. He ducked into your throat and traced your jaw with the tip of his nose. Your delicate skin was calling to him to be nipped, sucked, claimed. He could even see the ghost of his claim from the last time, barely purple at the base of your neck. It made him rock-hard beneath his leathers.

But he needed to focus, he would not fail you again. His embrace loosened so that you could easily slip back, but you made no move to withdraw from him.

“You said you wished to know what I was thinking,” he said, finding comfort in the way your soft skin felt against his scarred fingertips. It felt right, even if the sight of his unworthy flesh touching yours nearly made him cringe. “If you’d indulge me… I’d like to give you the full story. My story.”

You nodded, giving him your sweetest, most understanding look. It was a look he had received many times before, a look that had made him spill his guts much more than he was comfortable spilling. But somehow, words would continue to tumble out of him, even when he thought he had nothing left to say. When you would give him your undivided attention, and he felt like you really saw him, through his masks, his hard facade, the enigma behind the shadows… You were the only one to make him feel that way in all his centuries, and it was partly because of that recognition just hours ago that he had realized how precious you were to him. When the bond had snapped into place in the center of his chest, he had hurtled from Windhaven swifter than ever, as fast as he could to get back to you.

Sweet herbs tickled the male’s nose as he took a deep breath in attempt to regain his bearings, the medicinal plants that flourished from various pots and flower boxes at your balcony and windows lacing the heavy air. But even that, coupled with the smell of pungent salves and dusty encyclopedias could not hold a flame to the lingering allure of your fresh, dulcet scent. How he found the strength to speak, he did not know.

“For a long time–” Azriel’s voice shook and he swallowed, rattled by such strong emotion, fighting his instincts to push it down, fighting to tell you his truth. His chin dropped to face your lap. His wide torso was rigid with each forced breath, wings tucked tight along the ridge of his shoulder blades. You could sense his growing impatience– how he despised the silence that prolonged as he continued to fail with words, loathed how they did not come to him as naturally as they did his brothers.

“It’s alright, take your time,” you soothed, fingers gently trailing up and down his ink-bound bicep– trying to calm his body, even if his head was still playing catch-up. “We’re in no rush… I’m yours.”

The admission was an immediate reprieve. You could feel the tension dissipate, his shoulders sagging and breaths becoming deeper, filling his lungs once again. His stubbled cheek came to rest upon your shoulder, and you could see how exhausted this poor male was. It reminded you of how a small child would slump after a crying fit, tuckered from their own distress. Your heart nearly broke as you considered that this could quite possibly be the first time anyone had ever held your mate like that at all. You squeezed him just a little tighter, your lip quivering as you attempted to send a wave of love down the bond, unsure if you were doing it right.

Azriel’s body trembled, a shiver going through him as he received your unbridled affection. It was unlike anything he had ever felt before, and he wanted to feel it again. And again, and again. He squeezed you tightly, refusing to look you in the eye, hoping it would make it just a little easier for him to find the courage to say everything he needed to.

“For a long time now…” he began again, taking another breath before continuing, the words barely audible as he whispered them into your hair. “I’ve been… alone.”

His fingers picked at his nails behind your back, never before saying aloud the words that so often floated through his mind.

“I started life alone. I won’t get into the details of my childhood, if you could call it that… but, eventually I found my brothers. And for a time, I was happy. It was just the three of us, and we were only committed to each other– we kept each other occupied, content, fulfilled. Then, there were bigger things at hand– Amarantha’s rein, the war on Hybern...”

You nodded, your arm snaking up along his front so your fingers could wind into his hair, nails softly scraping at his scalp. He preened at that, welcoming your touch, wings stretching and fluttering before draping down once again, relaxed. His shadows curled at your lap, beckoning you further into his embrace. The sensation was like no other– a cool caress that somehow elicited warmth.

“Even before that was over, my brothers, they– They found their mates.” Azriel paused, wondering how this was going to come across. “And I was happy for them– truly. I was happy they had found a higher purpose, a new priority. I was happy for our family to expand, content to be on the sidelines. But… naturally… I started to feel… alone again. It wasn’t as bad as before, not nearly, and yet– even though I was happy for them– I was jealous, too. Jealous, and— at the end of each day— alone. And every time I attempted to find someone to kill that loneliness… it never worked.”

You tried not to scowl at the mention of his previous lovers. You hadn’t known him then, and yet, the mere thought of your mate lying with another made something malicious stir in your bones, a bitter tang invading your mouth.

Azriel knew, of course, nuzzling your throat, and effectively extinguishing any ill feelings that had attempted to surface.

“So I thought that I was destined to be alone. Forever. It made sense, I knew that continuing to hold out hope that I’d find my mate, that I even had one— after everything I’ve done, and… Really, I had just come to accept my sentence of solitude as fact when out of nowhere you walked into our court and everything I had known– everything I had thought I’d known– changed.”

Your heart throbbed. The memory of your eyes raking over his lean, dark physique for the very first time made your body purr, recalling your immediate approval, cheeks tinged with flush.

“Undoubtedly, I was in denial. At first, I tried to act like there was nothing different about you, tried to treat you as I would any other addition to our little… family. I tried. I tried so fucking hard to act normal around you– and yet– every time you gave me that sweet, pretty smile and your eyes crinkled and you looked at me– really looked at me, looked at me like I was whole, like I was worthy– and there was no fear there, just… unspoken, unearned trust— I… I was falling. I was falling so fast and so hard and I knew it and refused to acknowledge it. Then that night, you walked in looking like a— a goddess— just as you do every time when we go out, but this time… I needed to hide my desire more than ever, so I drank. I had far too many drinks, and then you came to me, you pulled me onto the dance floor. I never– never do that, but with you it didn't feel so wrong, I didn’t feel like I needed to put on that front, that mask, and… and then we were in your room and you were kissing me, I was drunk— drunk on you, and touching you felt like touching pure starlight. I was so desperate to just take it all, take everything you would give me that I–”

Azriel shifted slightly, trousers becoming tighter with the recollection. Your eyes were suddenly glued to the ceiling, inspecting the crown-molding there, a mirage of modesty.

“It wasn’t supposed to be like that. It wasn’t what I wanted our first time together to be like, the first time I told you I loved you to be like.”

You flushed– he remembered. And he’d meant it?

“I had this plan, this… fantasy, I suppose, where I would take you to this meadow by the Sidra and confess, and I would lay you down and worship you, and kiss you ‘til we couldn’t breathe, make love to you ‘til we didn’t know where one started and the other began…”

You crossed your legs again, hoping you were sly. You were making such great progress with the shadowsinger, it would be a shame if your blatant arousal were to distract him from his explanation. You weren’t sure if you would ever hear the rest of it if he stopped now, and you didn’t want to take that risk. Pressing your cheek against his in silent affirmation, your fingertips lightly traced the strong sinews of his back.

“But the morning came and I was terrified. I didn’t expect for that to happen, and when you asked if I meant it, if I meant what I said then, if I regretted what we did… I was a coward. I let fear take over and I ran from you, ran from the truth with such disgrace.”

His voice shook with self-loathing, his arms becoming snug around your waist, as if his body wanted to right the wrong he had committed when he ran, when he should’ve held you close to him and told you, showed you, his true feelings.

It was then that he pulled back, those beautiful hazel eyes peering deep into your gaze. There was so much emotion there, so much pain, and regret, and– and love swimming there. There was so much love in the look he was giving you it took your breath away.

“I am so sorry, Y/N. So, so sorry for doing that to you, for being so stupid. I am sorry for hurting you when I swear all I wanted to do was love you, all I should have done was love you. I am sorry… sorry that you have such a spineless mate. I… don’t deserve you… I don’t think I ever will.” Azriel’s gaze dropped from yours, shame overtaking his face as his morose gaze found the floor. His whole body deflated, arms falling from you as he seemed to find truth in his words.

For the first time in your life, Azriel looked small. The 6’5 spymaster, the shadowsinger, perhaps the most powerful Illyrian male there ever was, looked like he had reverted back into the little boy who was left to rot in his cell. Curled into himself and unacquainted with the touch of a gentle hand, his shadows ebbing into the perimeter of his silhouette, his shame and despair near swallowing him.

You lunged for him, throwing yourself into his lap, legs around his waist, arms around his neck. He let out a low huff at the action, hands stuck in midair as he tried to process what you were doing.

“Don’t you ever say that,” you said, voice hard as steel.

Azriel stiffened at your tone, not daring to say another word.

You couldn’t contain the telltale shake of your lungs as you tried to squash your sob, arms wringing tighter around him. “Don’t ever think that,” you cried, wetness hitting the tops of his broad shoulders as tears escaped you. It was impossible to hold it in, the thought of your mate thinking so little of himself upsetting you to the very core. “Please, Az.”

His body finally allowed him to squeeze you back, his embrace anchoring onto you as he realized you wholeheartedly disagreed with his doubts.

“You deserve so much baby,” you said, and sweet pleasure shot through him at the debut of your first pet name for him. “You deserve so much love and I can’t wait to be the one to give it to you.”

You kissed him then and tears gathered along the long, dark lashes that fluttered shut on the sharp plain of his cheeks. Your lips felt so right on his, the kiss desperate and rough but it was everything, conveying just how much you wanted to wash away his pain. You were kissing him, you were kissing him after all he had put you through and you were wrapped around him, in his arms, flush against him. His heart was pounding against his ribs, ready to explode. If he died at this moment it wouldn’t be all that bad.

It was over much too quickly, his mouth trailing after yours when you retreated, your hands coming up to press on the wide, firm pectorals that lay just a layer of leather away. You mirrored each other– panting, tears dripping down both your faces– and he was looking at you like you were the sun, and the moon, and all the stars that glittered in the Night Court sky.

“Don’t ever apologize for how you feel,” you said quietly, looking into his gaze to make sure your words hit home. He nodded barely, eyes still wide and starry. His thumbs came to brush away the wetness littering your cheeks. “Especially not for being scared. Az, fear is part of being alive. I… I was scared too.”

Azriel rushed out another meek apology then, realizing that when you had confronted him that morning, you were probably just as terrified as him. And he had confirmed your fears, he had left you there, breaking and alone. He vowed to himself never to do that to you again.

You hushed him, drying his tears then, “I know. I know, Az. I forgive you, it’s okay.” You took his chiseled jaw in your hand and he leaned into your caress, eyes full of remorse. “The next time you get scared, though, I want you to tell me. I want you to come to me and tell me because if we are going to be together, we face everything together. I know that might be scary, because you’re used to handling things by yourself, but… I’m your mate, Azriel. We are meant to be together and that means we have to communicate and work together, find resolutions together.”

The inky-haired male nodded, eyes sincere and hands firm on your hips. “I can do that,” he confirmed, thinking of how you held him just moments earlier, allowed him to settle down and find his words, how they just started flowing when he had you in front of him, your comforting touch goading them out. He could talk about his feelings if you were the one listening, if you gave him time and support like you had today. “Does that mean… you’ll give me a chance?”

You fell quiet, taking in the man bearing himself before you. In all your time of knowing the Illyrian, you had never seen this side of him so clearly. Here he was; beating heart out in the open, gaze full of pure, untainted love and hope, and promise– promise to love you, and cherish you, kneel to you, give you anything, everything, all of him.

“Of course, Azriel… I love you,” you admitted, watching as a gleaming smile split his lips. He’d never shown you such unbridled joy before— it shook you to your core and you suddenly had the urge to elicit such mirth from the male every chance you could get. “We’re supposed to be together, after all.”

The bond glowed and your chest felt hot at the admission, warmth seeping into your cheeks as scarred hands slid up your sides. His grin faded as his gaze fell to your lips, hunger swirling in those beautiful hazel orbs. “I love you,” he said, pressing a small kiss to the corner of your mouth. “I have loved you for so long, now… This is…,” he kissed the other corner, taking a deep breath and admiring the smell of your skin, “You are unreal.”

Your lips silently parted as he dipped lower, warm mouth skimming down the column of your throat. He traced the mark that still lingered from his efforts the other night, inspecting how the purple melted away into your beautiful skin.

You nearly screamed at him when he pulled back, body desperate for his embrace.

He smirked slightly, seemingly back to the quick-witted spymaster you’d fallen for. Perhaps he could tell just how much you wanted him through the bond— even if technically you had not mated yet. He seemed to share your pain, though— you shifted in his lap and felt the thick length of him beneath you, blood rushing to your cheeks.

“As much as I would enjoy ravishing you immediately,” Azriel said with a twinkle in his eye, “I would request your approval for a short intermission… I would like to… prepare a few things for us.”

Your heart swelled at the thought. Your male wanted to make things perfect— to right the wrongs that had been made before. Besides, you had to find something to feed him so you could play your role, anyway. The thought of completely mating with him made you salivate, gaze flickering over his tanned physique.

“Okay,” you agreed, “just— don’t be long.”

Azriel chuckled and nodded. “Give me twenty minutes, my love.”

He slid you from his lap, your bottom hitting the plush velvet of the sofa once again. The pet name made butterflies unleash in your stomach, and something dark and lustful swirl in your core. “Don’t keep me waiting too long, shadowsinger,” you teased, finger trailing down his jaw.

“I’ll make it ten,” he growled, nipping at the digit before his shadows gathered around him and he vanished from your room.

–

True to his word, your mate appeared on your balcony ten minutes later.

Azriel was not at all out of breath, an even calm precisely conjured on his handsome face. His gaze devoured you as you walked over to him, eyeing the small pouch you had slung over your shoulder with intrigue. Little did he know that he would find things much more interesting beneath your linen dress… a disguise of your own.

Large, warm hands found your hips as you seamlessly slid into his open arms. It felt so cozy being flush against your male’s firm chest, his capable arms fastening you into him as his shadows wrapped around the both of you. You laughed as they stroked your cheeks, playing with the ends of your hair and distracting you as they carried the two of you to wherever your destination may be.

The shadowsinger smiled fondly at the sight– you, his beautiful, ethereal mate giggling happily, and his shadows, absolutely as infatuated with you as he was himself.

Just like that, you had arrived.

The shadows snuck away into the whispering blades of grass that washed your calves, moonlight pouring out into the open field without restraint. Tall, spindly trees dotted the far corners of the meadow, and milky wildflowers dotted every inch of the grass around you, mixing a sweet tinge into the otherwise pleasant summer breeze. The spot you were standing in was on a small summit overlooking the mouth of the Sidra, emptying into the star-sparkled sea. The sight of such gorgeous, natural scenery took your breath away.

“Gods,” you breathed, attempting to let the glory of it soak in. “This view… it’s… beautiful.”

Azriel stood quietly behind you, observing your wonder as a shadow climbed up his leg and deposited a particularly perfect wildflower into his hand. “Exquisite,” he concurred, admiring the way the moonlight lit your pretty face.

You turned to him and he smiled, tucking the blossom behind your ear, caressing the corner of your face. You were almost lost in the warm emotion that glowed in his eyes, but flickering lights behind him captured your attention.

A picnic of sorts laid ready on the grass there, a large, thick duvet covering ample room beneath the sole tree that dared to break the sanctity of the meadow, right at the highest point of the cliff. An array of fluffy throws and plush pillows sat in a pile on one side, candles winking with charmed flame.

“Oh, Azriel…” you murmured, taking a step around his tall figure and studying what would surely be your mating bed. It was just as you had pictured it, even as brief as his mention of his fantasy had been. “This is…” you glanced back at him, noting the way the male almost appeared bashful at your awe, “... perfect.”

He smiled at your approval, meeting you at the edge of the blanket. “You are perfect,” he said, honesty swimming in his gaze. Warmth crawled through your veins as his hands circled your waist, pulling you against him. You went without a fight, allowing him to hold you up when your legs nearly gave out at his proximity. “You are…” a kiss to your jaw, greedily inhaling your scent, “... pure…” a kiss to your neck, a taste of your skin, “... perfection.”

You fell backwards then, prepared to hit the ground, but your mate would never allow it. With a strong flap of his wings, Azriel cushioned the fall, and you gently met the plushness beneath you, with him braced on top of you, lips nibbling your clavicle.

His name floated from your mouth, heat once again gathering between your legs. It was unfair how visibly hot he was– ruffled, onyx hair falling into his scorching golden eyes, plush, pouty lip bitten as he examined you beneath him, his hard, wide body so strong, unwavering, as if he could maintain this push-up position without tire, effortlessly. You wondered just what his body was capable of, exactly…

The scent of your curiosity wafted onto him and he smirked, taking a long whiff of it. He looked at you, sin dancing in that amused gaze. “Please tell me you brought something for me to eat,” he said, voice gruff. It seemed he was wearing thin on patience, too. His eyes darted down to the spot between your legs, then back to you with a wicked glint. “Besides that delectable little cunt of yours, I mean.” Yep– definitely low on patience.

Flames nearly danced across your cheeks, shocked at the foul mouth that had suddenly appeared on him. You let your jaw drop for a few seconds, watching the clear amusement in his features before you fumbled for the small bag you had brought with you.

Honey irises analyzed your hand as it disappeared inside, then locking onto the small confection that your resurfaced palm offered. It was then that his form trembled above you, as if the reality of the situation was just now hitting him. He swallowed, breathing hard. The two of you moved upright in unison, sitting facing each other with your thighs barely touching. His gaze was fire on the tiny treat in your hand, so intense you half expected it to ignite and disintegrate, float away into the wind.

Stretching your arms out now, you cupped the piece of cake with both palms, pushing it toward your male. Emotion flooded his face then, as he looked between you and your offering, scarred fingers clenched into the leathers covering his strapping thighs. “For you, Azriel,” you whispered, heart beating loudly, battering your ribs. “My body, my heart… They are yours. I give myself to you… my mate.”

You looked at him and truly felt weightless as he grinned at you, bright teeth showing and syrupy gaze regarding you. Weathered hands enveloped yours, dwarfing them, bringing the comically small cake to his lips. His eyes did not leave yours as he made quick work of the sweet– one, two bites and he swallowed. You watched, entranced as his tongue ran along the seam of his mouth, gathering up the bit of frosting that had escaped there.

When your gaze finally met his again, you nearly moaned.

Something savage lurked in his eye now, a hunger that he had not known he could possess overtaking every instinct of his. Gone was the charade of indifference, gone were the measured looks and the disguised longing. Everything was outright now, everything was written right there on his face. He couldn’t pretend any longer, not when you had just professed yourself as his, his mate. Not when you had proclaimed yourself as his, not when you had just accepted your bond. He pounced.

Within sheer seconds, you were on your back, Azriel’s mouth claiming yours. His lips dominated yours, hands scouring the contours of your curves. The sugary taste of the cake invaded your mouth as his tongue took command of yours, swirling together in a rugged dance, slick with spit and lust. The feeling of his body brushing against yours sent your eyes rolling back, the hardness of his body paired with the hardness along his thigh overwhelming you.

You wanted him so bad– and knowing the desire was mutual made your insides twist, your heart thrumming. As if he could read your exact thoughts, your mate pushed his erection against the soft spot between your legs, your flimsy dress pushing up to gather around your hips.

Azriel snarled, lips finally breaking from yours as he caught sight of the navy bit of lace covering your most intimate parts. You gasped, hips bucking up to catch against his clothed cock again, displaying more of the scandalous lingerie to your male. He groaned, throwing his head back, unbelieving you were really his, that you would allow him to do as he pleased to your dreamy body.

You moaned into each other’s mouths as he leaned down to kiss you again, scarred hands coming to sink into both your ass cheeks, pulling them apart to swallow more sparkling lace. The cloth felt tight against your slickening pussy, his movement making you clench with trepidation. The aroma of your arousal mixed with his and weighed heavy in the air, intoxicating you with every breath. He smelled musky, woodsy cedar and night-chilled mist turned darker, more potent and alluring– easily your new favorite scent.

The shadowsinger pulled back to catch his breath, gaze raking over your body. Deft fingers moved to undo the buckles and straps across his chest, the leathers falling off to gather on the ground behind him. Your mouth watered as you took in the tanned skin of his broad chest. Tattoos flourished all along his sides, bleeding into the broad planes of muscle on his pecs and shackling his toned biceps and forearms. You reached up and traced a ghostly white scar trailing down his abdomen, following it down to the thin trail that disappeared beneath the waist of his pants. Your male flexed for you, savoring the blatant approval in your gaze, the tease of your fingernails on his caramel complexion.

A yelp of surprise sounded from you when he summoned his shadows, a smirk on those pink, full lips that were slightly bruised from your kiss. You could only watch as the murky shadows washed over your dress then, and in their wake, your naked skin was revealed to your mate’s frenzied gaze, his blue siphons glowing with the subtle use of his magic. Your strappy, lacy lingerie set was exposed entirely now, and heat rose to your cheeks as you watched him take in your body, searing the image into his brain.

Thick fingers landed on your ribs and you flinched as they trailed upwards, his hand cupping one of your breasts through the thin mesh and thumbing over the intricate embroidery there. Mere seconds passed before both your nipples were stiff and aching for his attention.

“Az,” you cried as he pulled the lace down and your breast spilled out, his tongue immediately greeting the hard bud and sucking it into his mouth. His other hand came to massage the other side of your chest, pinching the nipple between two fingers through the mesh. Small noises of pleasure slithered out of you naturally, broken gasps and whines spilling from your lips without thought.

Azriel swore, gently biting at you and marveling at how your spine bowed for him. He flattened his tongue against you and kissed your soft skin, tugging the lingerie down to lay across your ribs, exposing your chest to him. He sucked marks into the heavy underside of both your tits, taking his time. One hand came to hold your thighs open and squeeze the plush flesh there, trimmed fingernails digging into you in a delightful ghost of pain.

Your hand flew out on its own accord, knowing exactly where to go and gripping onto the base of his thick, hard cock. The Illyrian gasped, the sound eliciting a criminal thrill from deep within you. You squeezed him through his leathers, and he bared his teeth at you, scraping them over your chest.

Even though you had technically already been acquainted with each other’s body, this felt different– new. It was as if… every touch, you could feel the pleasure from both ends of the bond; that much more heightened.

Abruptly he slid south, leaving you panting, your touch lost from his throbbing length. He did not waste time; immediately placing his mouth on the inside of your thigh and bruising the skin there with ease. He sucked hard, teeth marrying your flesh while you cried for him. He closed his eyes as your fingers wove into his hair, mouthing over the scrap of cloth that covered your weeping cunt, sampling the sweet nectar that leaked from you, just for him.

Words eluded you, pure pleasure pulsing through every inch of you as he pulled the material to the side and licked through your folds. He groaned, the noise vibrating through your wetness before he dove in, sucking you into his mouth and laving his tongue up and down your slit– up your clit, then back down and twirling your quivering hole, then repeating.

You whimpered when you took in the sight of your large male, completely worshiping you and enjoying every second of it– he was rutting his leather-bound cock against a pillow he had trapped beneath his hips, dark wings looming over his shoulders as they twitched with excitement. You made eye contact with him and there was primality in his gaze as he consumed you. Your feet hooked over his shoulders, putting your pussy right onto his face and bucking your hips, not caring if you missed his mouth.

Azriel moaned, loving the provocative spiral you were descending into, loving that he was able to be the one to take you there. He was so focused on working his tongue against you that he didn’t register your feet wandering up to the crest of his wings, not until your toes dragged down the sensitive skin there and he whimpered into your pussy, his entirety trembling. He sat back to softly snarl at you– no one had touched his wings since… ever. It was a boundary he did not know he so desperately wanted you to break, satisfaction leaking deep into his core.

But he didn’t have a second to spare to question it, because you were throwing your head back and whining, begging, “Please don’t stop, Az.”

So he didn’t. He put his head down and ate your cunt mercilessly, just like you’d requested, savoring every drop of your essence. You allowed yourself to be lost in the pleasure, head tilting back and exposing your throat to the night sky. You opened your eyes and took in the sight of the upside-down sea, stars twinkling brightly in your entire field of vision, your male relishing your taste as he eagerly worked for your pleasure.

Your body spasmed when two thick fingertips wandered up your thigh and prodded your sopping entrance. One slid in with ease and your eyes widened at the stretch– equal to at least two of your own digits. However, unlike yours, his finger reached deep, curling into a sensitive spot that had you shaking, as if he had a map and could follow directions with immediate mastery. You tried to moan his name but he stole the breath from you, a second finger pushing in and his tongue returning to your swollen clit. His calloused fingertips stroked that spot as he pumped them into you with hard, slow precision, curling as they disappeared all the way inside and making your eyes cross beneath your lids.

You couldn’t even focus on touching his wings to extract more delicious moans from him, your brain melting and the inferno growing in your belly. Fingers gripped his soft black hair with urgency, the shake of your thighs around his head worsening as you pleaded, moaned, and cried, “Oh Gods– oh, fuck– yes!”

Just as you were teetering the cusp of an orgasm, the shadowsinger pulled back. You screamed a swear, shooting up onto your elbows and sending the male a glare full of betrayal. Your mate only smirked up at you, though he himself was panting, gaze laden with lust. He wiped the bottom of his face from the sheen of slick that blanketed it with the back of his strong forearm, then gave his bronze, inked skin a long lick as he held your gaze. Right when you were about to give him a piece of your– albeit melted– mind, nimble fingers went to undo the clasp of his leathers beneath his toned stomach.

Words died in your mouth as you followed the revealed lines of his pronounced Adonis belt, his fingers pushing the clothing right down his middle, just over that dark, fine trail that led down, down, down… Until the hard, dark length of him popped out from its confines and you could nearly guarantee your eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. You barely noted the shadows that removed the rest of his clothes, looking over your mate in all his naked glory before you.

Azriel did not shy away from your gawking, enjoying how your eyes roved over every inch of him– examining his body, then his manhood, then somewhere else, but always returning to his sizable cock standing tall and proud before you. In all his centuries, it was the one part of him that he had been able to take undeniable pride in… he loved that he was able to bring that to the table for you. Partly because he knew how good he could make you feel, but also just so that he could garner such a reaction from you.

You were only able to tear your eyes away from your mate when his shadows came to swirl across your body again, devouring the remaining lace and mesh until you, too, were completely bare before your mate. The thought made you just a bit self-conscious, but the look Azriel was giving you made your insides burn, approval pounding down the bond. The bond that would– in just a matter of minutes– be completely forged.

Your male moved toward you and you sat up on your elbows, breasts sitting perfectly for him to admire. He came nearer, leaning down onto his hands and knees, his half-lidded gaze scanning your lips before he looked at you again, pure desire in his eyes.

At this point, your wetness was dripping down your thighs, and you knew that nothing but his cock could alleviate the burning in your core. Reaching a tentative hand forward, you both watched as your fingers clasped around his width, your fingertips and your thumb just touching. You swallowed at the sheer size of him, thumbing over the rosy tip where his precum had begun to leak out of him.

Azriel let out a harsh breath, his hips stuttering as you jerked him experimentally. The sight of your little hand wrapped around his tan, solid cock had him biting his lip, a soft growl rumbling in the depths of his chest. You ran a finger down the thick vein spanning the underside of him, and when his length jerked in response, you moaned– imagining how it would feel doing so, while buried balls-deep inside of you.

You tried to wiggle down the satin comforter so you could get a taste of that heavenly cock, but Azriel pinned your body down with his, the sheer size of him dominating your movement effortlessly. Ecstasy shot through you at the amount of golden skin pressing against you, the contact unlike anything you’d experienced before.

“Dirty girl, trying to suck my cock…,” he crooned, molten gaze like hot molasses on your face. You could feel every inch he studied of your naked skin, the wake of it slow and burning, singing from his inspection and the brazen approval that shot down the bond.

You huffed indignantly, wanting to quiz why he could taste you, but would not allow you the same pleasure.

The Illyrian hummed, detecting the fight in your eye, before he skimmed his hand down your front, fingers dipping into the evidence of your desire and swirling against your opening slowly. “If you put your mouth on my cock– Cauldron boil me, I’ll come right down your throat,” he murmured, spreading your slick onto every crevice of your core. “And though I may indulge in that later… right now, ‘m too keen to feel your pretty pussy on me.”

His admission naturally made your legs spread, his heavy cock resting just inches from your entrance, huge and glistening, calling to you. “Please,” you whimpered pitifully, embarrassment licking your cheeks. Was he going to make you beg for him? You could barely stand the wait, your core pulsing with the need to be taken by him, by your mate.

“Would you like that, angel? You want to have my cock inside of you? My greedy little mate…” he purred, eyelids heavy with lust.

You panted, realizing your truest desire then, summoning all your strength to give him your sweetest doe eyes, meekly squeak out, “I’m all yours, please I need it– need your cock stretching my– my pussy out. Need you, need my mate.”

Hazel caught aflame in the depths of his measured disguise. His chiseled body was still, taut with suspense, and then he snapped as he pinned your wrists to the duvet beside your head. Muscled thighs flicked yours open to land around his waist with ease, your primal, Illyrian male settling into his rightful place between them. Your hips lifted in a feeble attempt to coax him further, figure shaking with need– your core aching, twitching with it.

There was something feral about his groan as the warm underside of his tip slipped between your folds. You both watched, his length slicing through the slick dripping from your cunt. The sound of it was so erotic that you nearly came, eyes rolling back as the entirety of him just went on and on.

You couldn’t think– couldn’t bear it anymore as you pleaded, “Please, Azriel, I need you.”

Billowing navy shadows crawled onto the duvet then, and you gaped as the tendrils washed across your hips, twirling around his cock and guiding it perfectly to your entrance.

Tossing your head back into the satin pillow, you cried, overwhelmed when he sheathed inside of you like a blistering knife through warm butter– effortless. He was so– so big, but it did not hurt, not badly anyway– it was… it was transforming the way your pussy took him like lock and key; an indescribably, irrefutably perfect fit.

Azriel seemed to be sharing the sentiment, panting as he stared at you, his knuckles turned pale around your wrists. “Y/N,” he choked, his whole body shuddering at the bliss that leaked through his bones, emanating from where your body swallowed his, “I love you.”

You shared a shallow gasp when he pulled out, watching with a long moan as he pushed back in, reaching deeper into your core, your soul. You cried, clenching onto him as your heart felt like it was about to burst. “Az, I– I love you, too. I love you, Azriel.”

He didn’t have to think; his body knew exactly what you both needed. Another couple shallow thrusts had you breathless, struggling against his grip as his cock dragged against your fluttering walls. The girth of him was breaking your mind– each time your body involuntarily clenched onto his cock, the most sensitive, deepest part of you rubbed against the very tip of him, sending waves of bliss down your spine.

“Gods–” you managed to gasp out as he dropped down onto an elbow, hands sliding to secure around the back of your neck and your waist. His hips began to find their rhythm, heavy balls slapping flush against your ass.

Your heart, your pussy, they had both never been so full– almost aglow with the passion and validation they were both being showered with. You felt like you were whole, like there was no room in your body for any anxiety, nor torment, nothing but him.

Even as the cool summer breeze tickled your skin, everything was warm. Your cheeks, your breasts, your stomach, your thighs– everywhere he had kissed and licked burned with the memory. And he burned, too, his skin ablaze beneath your fingertips that scratched into broad shoulders. The both of you were on fire as your bodies became one, sweat dripping and skin bruising. The shadowsinger held a steady pace, sheathing so deep that the lewd sound of your skins slapping together filled the otherwise sleepy meadow– along with your chorus of moans, of course.

Tension collected in your core with each powerful thrust, your toes curling into the satin and tears dotting your lashes. His fingers gripped the hair at the nape of your neck and you whined as you met his intense gaze. You didn’t have to speak– the bond was throbbing in both your chests, on the precipice of complete formation– radiating warmth and love and passion into both your systems. He gave you his cock and his heart and you took it, cunt wringing tighter– tighter with every swing of those strong hips against yours, giving every piece of you to him in exchange.

A muffled noise left you as that telltale feeling in your center heightened, your mate gasping, hips faltering and abs straining, wings flapping. You both tensed, fingers digging into one another, foreheads pressed together as you breathed simultaneously–

“I’m–”

“Coming–”

And that band in your stomachs snapped, satisfaction imploding and euphoria surging in its wake. The bond rippled through you both and intensified everything, the edges of your minds reaching out and coiling together.

You felt him, felt Azriel, your mate, there inside your head, your heart. His ecstasy ebbed into yours and you drowned in the expanse of it, milking his cock as though your life depended on it. And he, too, was lost in the throes of your orgasms, his cock shooting ribbon after ribbon of his sweet seed into the depths of your womb, moaning and shaking as he grappled onto you, filling your core to the brim with him.

It took a long while for the pair of you to cease your uncontrollable trembling, your breathing still ragged and your head cloudy with the haze of lust, bliss, and a new mental connection poking you, inspecting. Azriel slowly moved to lay on his side, allowing the breeze to cool your sweat-slicked skins as he held you flush against him, still inside of you.

Ink appeared glossy in the starlight on his caramel skin, and you traced the swirls that intertwined on his chest while studying him. You reached out in your mind, a hand waving through the murky darkness, searching, following the guide of the golden, glowing thread– and there was his scarred, rough hand grasping you and sending a dose of affection right into you. You sighed softly, shivering and clutching onto your mate. Azriel made a comparable noise of content, kissing the top of your head and wrapping a massive wing around the pair of you.

Hi, you tested, thinking the word with utmost concentration.

Your mate chuckled, the low rumble vibrating against your head. Hello, my love, was his lazy reply. Rough fingertips coasted along the knobs of your spine, his foot curling around yours, wanting to be as close as possible.

You nuzzled into his strong neck, admiring how his strong, male scent now was slightly perfumed with yours, knowing that though now it was reeking because of your sex, once you washed, it would remain– mated. You hummed, placing an open-mouth kiss there, eying where you should place your next love bite. The considerable army of them you had already created made you smirk and your cunt clench onto his cock, eyes widening.

…You’re still hard?

Another chuckle.

Did you think we were finished?

Heat crept back into your cheeks. You thought about all the mated couples you’d come to know, and how they all blushed and fondly recalled the… frenzy.

I suppose we have a long night ahead of us, shadowsinger…

Azriel pulled back to look at you, many emotions flickering in those honeyed eyes as he appraised you. The love in them was outright, happiness overt, and desire overwhelming.

You don’t even know, angel. We have a very long night ahead of us… after that, a long, ravenous week, and… after that… Well, let’s just say, I plan to ravish you for as long as you will have me.

Your smirk melted into a smile, planting a kiss on his stubbled cheek, then reaching out and trailing your nails over the sensitive membrane of his wing. Your mate shuddered, cock jolting and stirring your insides.

You do have some time to make up for, you shot him a sensuous wink, taking him by surprise and rolling him onto his back, perched on his lap. You savored the sight of your devastatingly-handsome mate beneath you, Azriel’s torrid gaze devouring your visage from below. Though I can’t let you have all the fun.

Heavy hands found your hips and squeezed, that signature smirk coming to rest on his lips once more. You jumped as cool tendrils of shadow flooded your limbs, clasping onto you and dragging you off of him, forcing your body to bend onto your hands and knees, giving him a perfect view of his cum dripping from your pussy and down your soft thigh. The shadows seemed to laugh in your ear as they took hold of you, rendering you immobile before your male. You could only watch as they turned your head to look at him over your shoulder.

Azriel grinned, savage gaze glimmering with mischief as the tickle of darkness flicked over your nipples and parted your legs, wandering up in ghostly licks to stroke and tease your exposed cunt. Your jaw dropped as you realized you had no clue of the true extent of your filthy mate’s capabilities, not at all as his shadows snuck inside of you, exploring where his cock had just been.

Don’t worry, my pretty girl… I know how to share…

𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧-𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩. 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘤 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘦𝘮𝘉𝘈𝘙𝘙𝘈𝘚𝘚𝘌𝘋 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘮𝘨. 𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪-𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 <3

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・❥ 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐩? - 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨

ꕥ 𝙘𝙬 : 𝙬𝙘: 2.3𝙠, 𝙨𝙪𝙗 𝙛𝙚𝙢!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙞𝙥𝙨𝙮, 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧, 𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥, 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙪𝙣𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙭/𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙚 (𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙞𝙩 𝙧𝙖𝙬 𝙮𝙖𝙡𝙡 #𝙛𝙩𝙠), 𝙥𝙚𝙩 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨 (𝙢𝙖𝙢𝙖, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮), 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 (𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝, 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚, 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙡 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙪𝙡𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙙𝙖𝙮), 𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙮 (1), 𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜/𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩, 𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙨𝙚𝙭, 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙞 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙭𝙤𝙭𝙤 | 𝙢𝙙𝙣𝙞

✎ 𝘢𝘯 : 𝘥𝘰 𝘺'𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 𝘥𝘵𝘮? 𝘪 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘭𝘮𝘢𝘰. 𝘈𝘕𝘠𝘞𝘈𝘠 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘳 𝘧𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘻 𝘪'𝘮 𝘰𝘯 𝘷𝘢𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘮𝘢𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘮𝘴. 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘤𝘶𝘻 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘣𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘶 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘯. 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘺'𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘳. 𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘱𝘭𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴 ༄

"I missed you, pretty." You hear from Suguru as you walk into your shared bedroom. You had just come back from a night out with the girls and insisted that your boyfriend stayed home instead of picking you up because it's been a long day for the both of you.

"I missed you too, Sugu'." you practically whisper. The night was fun but oh so tiring. Your feet ached from the heels you had on all night and you were sobering up from too many shots to count. You walk towards the king sized bed and sit down on the edge, preparing to lift your right leg to take off your first heel. "Don't move." Suguru tells you as he scoots away from his spot against the headboard to get closer to you. You feel his long black hair against your skin as he leans down to place a kiss on your neck, trailing a few down to your shoulder. "Lemme help you."

Your tired eyes meet his as his hands move down to your legs, lifting them onto his. You lean back against the soft mattress as he unclasps your heels one at a time, throwing them to some random corner of the room. "Those were red bottoms, you know?" you say jokingly, a fatigued chuckle falling from your lips. "I know, I bought 'em." he smiles. You allow him to drag you on top of him, large n muscular hands instantly grabbing at your waist. You look at him briefly, analyzing his features. He looks at you with such adoration, it's sickeningly sweet. You can't help but press your lips to his.

"You missed me that much?" he mumbles into the kiss, quickly being shut up by your eagerness. It's slow, sweet, and languid. The way his hands caress your body whilst yours play with his soft locks makes everything so much more intimate. His unfaltering grip just makes you wanna lick and suck at every inch of his body but this is Suguru we're talking about. Always making it a challenge for you to get what you want. He chuckles at the way you chase after his lips even after he's pulled away. "How much did you drink, mama?"

"I'm not even tipsy." you reply bluntly, choosing to focus your attention on his jawline and neck since now is the time Suguru chooses to have a conversation. The grip on your waist tightens as he feels your teeth sink into his skin and your kisses turning into suctions. "I believe it." he tells you, not believing you. You begin to feel giddy as you feel him raise your dress so that you're no longer sitting on it, exposing the pretty thong you wore out. You pull away from him for a moment as he lifts the fabric all the way up, successfully taking it off you. You look up at him with a mischievous grin as you're now seated in his lap with nothing but a thong on considering you wore this dress without a bra.

"I'm just tryna help you get ready for bed." Suguru grins at you, reading your mind instantly. You bat your eyelashes at him and pout, trailing a finger down his chest. "Please, Sugu'. Been missin' you all night, daddy.." you mumble. "Don't start." he tells you sternly, body instantly heating up against yours. You already have him wrapped around your finger. "Te necesito.." you whisper against his neck before placing a small kiss on the sensitive skin. Now you've really done it.

"You need me, baby?" he asks you genuinely, bringing a warm hand to your chin, making you face him. You grin back at him, practically purring in delight. "You're learning." you smile as you lean in once more, nose brushing against his. "You are too, pretty. Who taught you how to tease like that?" You make eye contact one last time, mumbling, "I'm looking at him." before closing the small gap between you two.

Suguru groans against your lips, hands subconsciously trailing down to your ass as he kisses you back slowly. There's no rush whenever you're intimate with him, always wanting to savor every moment, every second. He takes the time to massage the right spots, kiss you just right, and take care of anything you need him to. You know you're about to get exactly what you want when he flips you over in less than a second, his lips on yours the whole time.

You gasp softly as you feel his hand trail down your abdomen and into your panties, instantly finding your awaiting pearl. The feather light touches are absolutely killing you but what else can you expect from the man above you. "Please, Sugu'." you whimper gently as his finger rubs against your clit in a particular way. "I got you." he replies before placing a kiss on your cheek and moving to take your panties off. You bite at your lower lip as he immediately continues his actions after tossing the fabric to the side, his digit prodding at your hole to test the waters. You weren't lying when you said you missed him all night.

You groan as you feel his middle finger entering your needy pussy, ring finger joining shortly after. You can take both quickly, you've taken bigger afterall. Suguru instantly knows what to do, eyes focused on your expression and ears listening to your intimate sounds. He studies you like it's his passion and has memorized the patterns that makes your toes curl. He still has to check up on you of course.

"Like that, mama?" he asks you but you can barely reply already. You're not sure if it's the drinks or his talented hands but all of your replies were small hiccuped whines. "Talk to me." he mumbles, curling his fingers purposefully. You look up at him, gaze catching his and it immediately makes you shy. You're suddenly hyper aware that you've already turned into a moaning mess beneath him and wanna distract yourself from that fact. But of course it won't come easy.

"Wan' kisses, Sugu'." you practically cry out as he gives you an unexpected thrust of his fingers. Suguru leans down, lips almost touching yours but instead molding into a grin. "Why? You shy?" he asks you, knowing you better than anyone else in your life. You simply pout in return, tears welling up in your eyes at the motions of his fingers and your attempt to hold back moans. He simply coos down at your bratty display, quickly crumbling it by placing his lips onto your. The intensity of his fingers purposefully increase, making your poor pussy pulse and making it harder to reciprocate the kiss. It's the reaction he lives for, what he yearns for. But of course, Suguru can do much better with his dick.

He bites down on your lower lip upon feeling the whine brewing deep in your chest as his fingers slip out of you. He's ticking you off on purpose, too amused at how needy you get when you're riled up. "You want this dick or not?" he mumbles against your lips before pulling away enough to look down at you, a gaze heated enough to melt popsicles. But he's irked you far too much at this point for you to be all sweet now. "Just shut up and give it to me." you spit out, making a show of rolling your eyes and refusing to face him directly. His eyes have widened a bit, stunned at the sudden boldness that you usually don't respond with. However, it only takes him a few seconds to regain his composure.

"Just shut up? Hm." he practically mumbles, voice so low you can tell his chest vibrates in that tone.

You turn back to him as he lowers his sweats, free of boxers underneath and his thick cock springing out moments after. Your eyes track its movements as it slightly bounces up n down after being released, tip flushed and veins protruding. You barely get a minute to admire the girth though, a yelp escaping you as you're pulled closer by your thighs with his strong hands. His beauty distracts you, hair loosely put into a bun as strays of his bangs hang loosely. You watch as he spits down onto his dick slowly, making a show of stroking himself and releasing a low groan. So distracted you don't even process how fast his movements are.

One moment he's slowly lowering his cock towards your entrance, looking deep into your eyes and making you practically unaware of the sinful actions between your thighs. Then suddenly, the wind is practically knocked out of you. You allow yourself to fall completely back against the mattress, fingers desperate to grip at the sheets as every inch of him is suddenly sheathed deep inside your weeping pussy. You can't seem to catch a break either, back arching the next second as Suguru's hips begin moving immediately. Not soft and languid like he usually starts off, but rough and firm, making sure his pelvis brutally smacks against you with each thrust.

Without thinking, you bring a hand down to his pelvis, a weak attempt at telling him to be more gentle. Your plan immediately fails as one of his hand releases its grip on your thigh in favor of trapping both of your wrists with one hand and bringing it above your head. "What happened to shut up and give it to me? Huh?" he teases cruelly, slamming his hips forward to emphasize the last syllable that falls from his lips. He leans down to whisper in your ear, thrusts finally slowing down but never faltering "Be honest with me, pretty. You like getting fucked like this."

Your lip quivers as you struggle to think of a response. Bratting out is what got you here in the first place.. but being direct has always been one of your weaknesses. You don't wanna keep Suguru waiting either, his hips picking up in speed again, unsatisfied with your lack of response. "Should've been this silent earlier, mama." he mumbles in your ear before placing a kiss right below it. You hadn't noticed your eyes were squeezed shut until you opened them to look up at him due to his movements coming to a halt. The smile he gives you is sinister and now you see why. His hands move to the backs of your thighs, lifting them up and pushing them back. He coos down at the sweet n' shy noises you make as he presses you into a mating press, hooded eyes dropping to look at your pretty cunt struggling to take his dick.

"Sugu'," you mewl out, biting at your kiss swollen lip as he pushes his hips forward. "That's it, let me hear you." he purrs lowly. Your thighs tremble against his hands as his firm thrusts make a come back. They're longer this time, practically pulling all the way out before plunging his dick deep inside you again and again. The position makes your head spin, making it so that you feel any and everything he gives you and unable to escape it. Truth is, you don't wish to escape it. Your mouth is agape, fingers tangled into the soft sheets beneath you and pussy fluttering around Suguru's girth.

"You wanna cum, baby?" he asks you gently, a stark contrast from the aggressive motions of his hips. He knows you better than you know yourself, being able to tell when you're close based on your face and sounds. Always hyper aware of your body and studying everything about you. That's why he's able to make you cream so hard all over his cock, fingers, tongue, and even his thigh. You nod quickly, desperately. "Gonna.." you hiccup, a tear spilling from the corner of your eye at the pleasure. "Gonna cum, Sugu'!" you babble, 100% of your concentration being put into sounding as coherent as you possibly can. "So proud of you, pretty." he coos in adoration. You've made so much progress, vocalizing your feelings to him and being oh so honest. Of course he has to reward you for reaching such a milestone.

You barely process his finger trailing down to your precious pearl, drawing small circles and making your nerves go haywire. From his cock massaging your inner walls to the intricate rubbing of your clit, practiced enough by Suguru to know exactly what makes you cum in 5 seconds. And that's what you do. The sight below him is absolutely hypnotizing, your back attempting to arch up off the bed as your legs tense up beneath him. Everything about the scene is so beautiful he doesn't wanna blink, not wanting to miss not even a fraction of a second of this moment. "Fuck.." he mutters under his breath, suddenly being hit with an intense throb in his dick. "Baby, I'm gonna fucking.." He tips his head back, teeth clenching as he thrusts into you a few more times until, "I'm coming, mama, I'm coming, I'm-" He slams all the way inside you for the last time that night, burying himself to the halt as he shoots rope after rope, filling you up the way you've ached for since you stepped into your home.

You let out a small grunt as he releases your legs before laying on top of you, trying not to apply his full weight but failing. You don't mind though, relishing in the way both of your hearts beat rapidly in your chests until they slow down, syncing up perfectly. His soft breaths against your neck are just as comforting and you're sure he can feel yours as well. You allow your body to relax and eyes to flutter shut, knowing Suguru would have you all cleaned up and comfortable at some point in the night. That's until you hear, "Told you I'd help you get ready for bed." All cheeky and playful, you can just imagine the grin on his face. He's hanging out with Satoru too much...

𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ✩

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maybe i need help. (r.c)

𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

! 𝘖𝘉𝘟 𝘚3 𝘚𝘗𝘖𝘐𝘓𝘌𝘙𝘚 !

𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘥’𝘴 *𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵*, 𝘙𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘯𝘦𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦…(2.2𝘬)

𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯/𝘵𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘤!𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘦, 𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘨

𝘢/𝘯: 𝘩𝘪!! 𝘴𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘺, 𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘈𝘝𝘈𝘛𝘈𝘙 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 (𝘪 𝘳𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦), 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪’𝘷𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘴! 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘪𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 ‘𝘰𝘣𝘹 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘴𝘵.’ 𝘪 𝘳𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘚3 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩, 𝘴𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮! 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴, 𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘪𝘭𝘺<3

You zip your book bag as quietly as you can, attempting not to wake Rafe. He softly snores, sleeping in until 12pm for the 4th morning in a row.

You tried not to judge him. He lost Ward only three weeks ago and you understood how that would change him, he’d never be the same man again.

But he was.

The same day that Sarah broke the news to him, he was on the balcony of Tanneyhill snorting a line. It hurt your heart to see him revert back to the Rafe he was before he met you. He had worked so hard to get out of that.

And everyday since then he’s fallen deeper. Drinking at the country club until early hours of the morning, leaving bags and residue of white powders all around his empty house, mouthing off the most vile things to you like it’s nothing.

All of that mixed with his lack of affection the last few months brought you to a breaking point. You can only try to better him for so long before realizing he doesn’t want to get better. If he changes, he’ll have to figure it out on his own.

You swing your bag full of stuff over your shoulder and take a deep breath, preparing for how this conversation might go.

“Rafe…” You mutter, half considering turning and walking out without warning.

But you know he’d only show up at your front door tomorrow.

He stirs in the bed, pulling the white duvet higher over his sun kissed biceps. You sigh, already hesitant on this decision.

“Rafe.” You say again, louder this time.

He lays on his stomach, faced away from you.

“Hm?” He utters.

Good enough.

“I’m leaving.”

“Okay.” He slurs, still very asleep.

“I’m leaving for good.” You urge. The clearer you are now, the lesser the chance of him claiming you never told him about it.

“Mhm.”

You stare at him a little longer, not knowing if you should properly wake him or not. You contemplate it, but quickly realize that it’d only end in a fight. Rafe would never take this lightly, and you couldn’t take the arguing right now.

Your mind now made up, you grab your phone from the dresser and walk out. You softly shut the door behind you, looking out over the vast residence that is Tanneyhill.

Sarah hasn’t been back here since she lost Ward and Wheezie and Rose have been MIA. You and Rafe thought it’d be a good idea to stay in Tanneyhill, you were excited to have your own house. But it’s been the most trapped you’ve ever felt. You and him in your own isolated purgatory for three weeks with no lifeline. Walking out of these doors will be like returning from hell.

You’ve only just made it to the bottom step when you hear the door behind you open. You’d be stupid to think it’s anyone else.

“Wait, Y/N.” You hear that anger inflicting voice call behind you.

You reluctantly look back. Rafe stumbles out of his room, throwing a light pink polo over his frame. The rays from the dozens of windows tone his body like a greek god.

“Where the fuck are you going?” He shakes his head, looking down from the top stair as he examines your packed bag.

“I told you already.” You mumble, losing the little confidence you had back in his room.

“Yes, I know that.” He sneers, already irritated. “But I was unconscious so if you’d do me the courtesy of saying it again that’d be great.”

You don’t even have the energy to roll your eyes at him. The attitude is constant and you shouldn’t have to get used to his disrespect.

You lower your head, strategizing the easiest way to end this conversation.

“I’m going home, Rafe.” You flat out say. He just stares at you, waiting for more. “Me and you aren’t going to work, don’t act like you don’t see that. We don’t need to fight, alright. I have my stuff, this can just be over with.”

He squints his eyes and shakes his head at you as if you’re speaking seven different languages.

“…What- What are you-“

You don’t bother waiting on him to finish before turning and heading toward the front door. Your hand quickens to unlock the door when you hear Rafe’s footsteps hurdling down the stairs. The door is barely open before he reaches his arm over your head and shuts it.

“What do you mean over with? What the hell are you talking about?” He towers over you, far too close for comfort.

You turn to face him, sighing as you know the bags under his eyes aren’t just from fatigue.

“Rafe, just stop. You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

“No. No, I really-“ He squeezes his eyes shut, using his free hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. “I really fuckin’ don’t, Y/N. I actually don’t know anything that you’re saying.”

“I’m saying that we need to break up.”

His red eyes bore into yours and he removes his hand from the door. He tilts his head, looking at you completely confused.

“Break up. Wh- Why would we do that?”

Just the way he’s talking to you so hungover and still high makes your blood boil. He knows what he’s doing to himself and likes it this way.

“Rafe-“

“Break up. Why would we-“ He walks away from you, bringing his hands to his eyes as if he’s desperately trying to stay awake for this conversation. “Why the fuck would we break up, Y/N. What are you talking about?”

He’s so zoned out it’s scary.

“Rafe, be honest with yourself.” You say as he begins pacing the atrium of the mansion. “We have no reason to stay together. You know this-“

“No, I don’t fucking know this!” His shout echoes as he points a finger at you from across the room. “Stop talking to me like I’m crazy or some shit. You’re not making any fucking sense.” He groans, rubbing his hands over his face.

“When’s the last time we had a conversation that wasn’t an argument, huh?” You ask. “When’s the last time I didn’t go to bed alone? Or you didn’t come home drunk?”

He shakes his head, “What, so you wanna leave me because I have a few drinks here and there?”

You look away from him, not believing that’s all he heard come out of your mouth.

“I just lost my dad, Y/N, give me a fuckin’ break!”

“I know that you lost your dad, Rafe. And I’m sorry-”

“No.” He cuts you off, “You’re not sorry. Someone who’s sorry wouldn’t be trying to up and leave and run from me because I’m going through some shit.”

You can’t help but laugh in astonishment. He can’t truly believe that this is you abandoning him.

“Are you kidding me?” You scoff, “All I’ve done is try to help you. I’ve offered up plans, I’ve found you people to talk to, I’ve always been there for you. I was the one, the only one, willing to help Rafe Cameron get better. No one else. I was here, Rafe. And you told me to fuck off.”

He rolls his eyes, “I didn’t-“

“You did, don’t fucking lie.” You point at him. “That’s all you do is lie, and drink, and get high at 4am when you could be home, with me. Getting better.”

“I’m sorry I drink, okay? I’ll do it less often. You happy?” He puts his arms up.

You stare at him. You genuinely can’t tell if he’s so intoxicated that he can only see things as two dimensional or if this is just who he is now. But either way, this is a perfect example of why you can’t stay with him anymore. You can only try to help someone so much before you begin hurting yourself.

“You don’t get it.” You murmur, turning and opening the door.

“No, no, no, no.” Rafe sprints behind you, closing the door once again.

You don’t turn back to him this time, staying faced toward the door.

“Rafe, please.” You beg, just wanting this to be over with.

“I’ll change, okay?” His voice completely switches as he swiftly turns the lock on the door before dropping his arm. “I’ll do better. I’ll stop drinking and getting high, I’ll stop all of that shit. I just…“ He pauses. “I just need you to stay with me.”

If you didn’t know any better you’d think that Rafe Cameron is standing behind you crying. You know that the minute you turn around and see his face turned red and eyes glossy, you’d stay out of pity. You can’t let yourself do that.

“I just wanna go home.” You stare at your feet. “Just let me go home.”

“Baby, please…” He begs, his voice hitching. You curse yourself as you feel your eyes filling with water.

Rafe’s hand creeps up to your shoulders, slipping your back pack off of you and onto the floor. You shut your eyes tight, letting a tear fall as you predict how this is going to go. The way it always does when you try to leave.

He wraps his arms around your waist and buries his head in your neck, allowing his own tears to fall onto you.

“I can’t do it without you.” He whispers. “I won’t be able to do any of this without you. I’ll do better, I swear to god. Just one more chance.”

You take a deep breath, your shoulders dropping in defeat. The hardened shell that you had up has now disintegrated with Rafe’s touch as you let yourself cry. You stay there, both of you a sobbing mess.

“What are we doing, Rafe?” You ask, barely audible.

He pulls away from your neck and puts pressure on your sides, turning you to face him. You still don’t look at him, only looking at his now tear stained polo.

He doesn’t answer you, simply reaching to cradle your face before pulling you into the softest kiss he’s ever given you. You can’t focus on anything as you taste the salt from both of your tears interlaced into your kiss. A trillion thoughts fill your head, yet you can’t focus on a single one.

This isn’t healthy. This isn’t how this should’ve gone, that you know.

But he’s just so…

He’s broken. And he needs help. Who else is going to keep trying for him if not you?

“I just want to love you…” He says in between sloppy kisses. He momentarily pulls away and rests his forehead on yours. “Stay and show me how.”

You finally lock eyes with him. For only one second, all of your doubts go away. All you can see is a boy who’s shattered inside. A boy who needs love, care, and patience.

The same boy who lay in your lap crying about his father so many times. The same boy who brought you flowers every Friday night when you started dating.

You can’t think about the fact that it’s the same boy who leaves holes in your walls. The same boy who says evil things to you when he’s angry. The same boy who you fear will consume your life one day.

That’s not who he is right now. Right now he’s your Rafe. The Rafe who needs help. The Rafe who wants to love you. He finally wants to love you.

You nod, sniffling.

“Okay…” You whisper.

He smiles, chuckling through his tears.

“Yea?”

You can’t hold back your grin, “Yea.”

He pulls you back into a kiss, hooking his arms under your thighs and wrapping them around his waist. You squeal like you’re a naive teenager as he turns toward the stairs, leaving your packed bag at the door while you wrap your arms around his neck. He walks the two of you up the stairs, not breaking away from this now giggle filled kiss.

You make it back into his bedroom where he lays you down onto the white comforter. You laugh, high on Rafe Cameron as he begins unbuttoning your jeans.

He pulls them off of your legs before returning to your lips, sliding down to your neck. You run your hands over his buzzed head, throwing your head back as you revel in this feeling that you haven’t felt in a long time.

Suddenly, you feel him bite your neck, not as gently as he usually does.

“Ow.” You flinch, raising a hand up to the spot.

He comes back up, staring you in the face as you look at your fingers to see specs of blood from your neck.

You don’t recall feeling this small underneath him as you stare at each other, his eyes boring into yours.

“Don’t ever think about leaving me again.” He sneers.

Your dopamine is quickly replaced with fear surging through your body, as he doesn’t have an ounce of lightness to him at that moment. You're frozen, completely whip lashed by the stark change in attitude.

He lingers a bit longer before dipping back down to your neck, continuing like nothing happened.

You don’t put your hands back on his head. You just stare up at the ceiling, now regretting ever taking him back.

You knew this would happen. It always does. It’s insane the way you continue to let him do this to you. It almost makes you think that you’re as sick as he is. Maybe you need help.

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tomsvouge · 8 months

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Because I Liked a Boy

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺↣ -𝘠/𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 "𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘴" 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 "𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘦" 𝘑𝘰𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘹 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭.

(𝘐𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘰: 𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘉𝘰𝘺 𝘣𝘺 𝘚𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳)

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦:𝘩𝘪𝘪𝘪 𝘪𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘶��𝘩𝘰𝘳! 𝘐𝘵𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦💕𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 ♡

𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 lahjay10_,teehiggins,yourinsta, and others

Joeyb_9 #1 Fan❤️

User1- ummm where is Alex??

User2-obviously not here

Lahjay10_ -Nah she more like top 3… and not 2 or 1

Teehiggins- who 1 then cause it certainly not u

Lahjay10_ -I’m uno for a reason

Yourinsta- always and forever 🩷

Joeyb_9-🩷

User13- Alex was better

User4-yea better at using his fame and money y/n has been there since HIGHSCHOOL😂

User5- HOME WRECKER🤮🤮🤮

User17-Money hungry asf

User13-all the toxic joey fan girls mad at her for taking a picture with a friend MISERABLE

User18- SLUTTTTT🤮🤮

User20- She’s only a rebound for Joe 🙄he will be back with Alex in a week tops

Sitting in the studio overthinking… as always. Scrolling through Instagram when I see that Joe posted us. I should have just liked and scrolled. But no.. my curiosity got the best of me. Once again I was getting hated on.

I knew this would happen, I wasn’t dumb. Once you start dating a top quarterback all you receive is hate and death threats. Especially when his ex girlfriend is a favorite by some of his fans. Some fans are nice and supportive of the relationship but other are just unnecessarily hateful and comparing me to Alex.Joe’s ex girlfriend.

Alex was not good for Joe at all. All she did was judge him and use him. People only liked her because she was pretty and put on a act for the public when cameras came on. When paparazzi comes she’s the first one to answer all questions and sometimes even calls them to spy on Joe.

As I write on the paper all that comes to mind is all the hate I’ve been receiving. People telling me to kill myself. People telling me that I’m a slut and that I’m only with Joe because of his money. It doesn’t help that Alex is making shady post trying to get my attention. I can’t say I haven’t seen it but I also can’t respond. It seems like anything I do now causes an uproar between the fans.

Some time goes by as I hear a knock on the door.

“Come in!”

“Hey lovie” Joe said with a smile.

“So I was just driving and wondering if u would want to come to my first game of the season before you start getting busy with performances?” Joe asked

“Umm I would love too for sure but don’t you think with all the stuff that’s going on in the media would just make it a bad time?”

Of course I wanted to go to Joe’s game. I always go to his games. This started all the way back in high school. Guess some people that say I’m using him forget I knew him before the fame and fortune.

“I mean this has happened before but that doesn’t mean it’s right. But you also shouldn’t let it affect your day to day life..” Joe said

You sigh as you think about it “ I don’t know Joe, it’s still might be too much to handle right now..”

“Ok how about this. I’ll just get you a suite that way you’ll be in the comfort of people you know” Joe suggested as he strokes hair out of your face.

“I guess that would make it a little better than being in the crowd” I said looking at the paper in front of me.

Joe knew that you had been getting hate. And he knew that this wasn’t the first time. He hated seeing you like this. Seeing you insecure and depressed all the time. You constantly reminded Joe that the hate was not his fault but he couldn’t help but feel like it was. Joe does his best to try to get you out of the house and it doesn’t help that the house has your studio in it. He’s been taking you on walks, having movie nights,and going star gazing with you. Even after all that and more it was never enough to bring you out of your slump.

Getting up in the morning was always the toughest part of the morning. I look to the side of me to see an out line of Joe’s body. A sudden sound catches my attention only for it to be joe coming out of our closet with his jersey.

“Morning baby. I got you one of my jerseys to wear to the game.” Joe said with a smile on his face.

Uhhh sure I’ll wear it but what if people see me wearing it?”

“So? Fuck em. Only thing that matters is us and our love. Who cares if somebody doesn’t like us together. As long as we’re happy that’s all that matters.” He says in a soft tone while sitting at the edge of the bed.

I sit and think about what Joe says and he’s right. I shouldn’t let people from the outside looking in dictate how I live my life or how my relationship is. I’m happy and he’s happy. And that’s all that matters.

“Alright now enough sad shit we have a game to will and people to prove wrong” He said while smiling and yanking the blanket off of me.

I get up and head downstairs to eat breakfast only to see that Joe already made it for me.

I grab the plate of food and see that there is a note next to it. I pick it up and read it.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴!-𝘫𝘰𝘦𝘺

All I could do was smile at him. He always finds a way to make me laugh even when I’m in the darkest of times or at the lowest of lows.

As we’re getting closer to the stadium my mind starts racing. My heart starts going 2x it’s speed and my breathing quickens. Seeing all these people makes thoughts come to my head.

"𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴"

"𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦"

"𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵"

I’m separated from my thoughts when I feel Joe squeezing my hand. I turn to look at him after taking a breath.

“You ok? We’re here” joe says with concern on his face.

“I’m fine just thinking..” I say while looking down at my anxiety filled leg.

“Look at me”I look at him

“Nothing that anyone says is true, you know what she did and you know you are infinitely times better than she will ever be. Don’t let these people control you. You control you.” He said in a way that sounded stern but comforting at the same time. I don’t say anything I just smile and nod this time. Sometimes you don’t need to speak, all you need is to comprehend the words being said.

Once Joe and I got out of the car I start to feel better about the situation I’m put in. I’m just going to meet up with the other girls and I’ll be fine. Everything’s going to be fine..

It’s halftime in the game and the boys are not looking so good in the game. I look at Joe and it looks like he’s looking at the suite I wave and surprisingly he waves back. Didn’t think he could even see up here tbh. I stop waving at him when all of a sudden a drink and food is thrown at the glass. It startles me so I back up a little bit. Looking in the crowd I see her. Alex with a malicious smile on her face. Fans around her yelling hurtful words at me like “slut” “whore” “snake” “home wrecker” and “gold digger”. It was another thing for this to be said online, but something about me hearing and seeing the faces in person made it so mischievous more real. Not just a mind game. A nightmare. It was reality.

As Joe is looking over plays he hears an uproar in the crowd. He looks behind him only to see the suite glass covered in food. So much that he couldn’t even see you. He wanted to go up there so badly but he couldn’t. Halftime was over at it was back on to work.

The car ride back home was quiet. The only sound being made coming from the radio in the car. Joe knew you didn’t want to talk about it. You knew that Joe wasn’t the type to talk after losing a game. But that’s not the reason he didn’t talk. He didn’t talk because he was pissed at those people throwing things at the glass and yelling things at you. He was pissed because you didn’t even get to watch the rest of the game and enjoy yourself. You went back to the car and cried your eyes out in the back seat. All Joe did the whole ride was put his hand on yours.

Once Joe put the car in the garage you walked into the house and immediately went upstairs. You got in to the shower and just cried. You cried your heart out because you knew the sound of the water would drown your sounds of sorrows.

Once getting out of the shower you put on shorts and a hoodie. You looked at the hoodie and realized it was the one Joe gave you on your very first date with him. You two were cuddling and watching the stars on his trampoline in the backyard in high school. The memory made you smile a little. You looked into the mirror and did not recognize the woman in front of you. The sad drained and depressed woman.

Walking into the room was like walking into a room with people you don’t know. Quiet and tense. I got in the bed with joe and turned with my back facing him. I was drifting off the sleep when he spoke up.

“I’m sorry” he said in almost a whisper.

“ it’s not your fault. You didn’t know what would happen today.” I say turning around to face him

“ I know but I’m the one who persuaded you to come out..” Joe said. You couldn’t see his face but you know you wouldn’t like the saddening sight.

“Even if you didn’t convince me, it was probably going to happen sooner or later.” I say reaching up to touch his hair.

“The media asked about it today. I didn’t respond how I truly felt but I got my point across.” Joe said leaning into my touch.

“What did you say?”

“I told them that what has been happening and what happened today was very disturbing and disrespectful towards you and our relationship. And that any fan that has said hurtful things to you and did what what happened today is no fan of mine.”

“That’s very sweet Joey thank you” I say with a yawn.

“Hey, how about we go on a trip during the bye week? Just you and me. No social media” He says pulling me closer.

“Sound perfect” I say drifting off to sleep.

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deepestnightcolor · 1 month

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☾ Haunted Pin ☽

𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰, 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘳. 𝘔𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘚𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨! 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨. 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘦 18+ 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨. 𝘏𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨!

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Sam ☾ ᴋɪꜱꜱ ɪᴛ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ☽ ☾ ᴅʀᴜɴᴋᴇɴ ɴɪɢʜᴛꜱ ☽ ☾ ᴡʜᴀᴛᴄʜᴀ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴅᴏ – ᴡʜᴀᴛᴄʜᴀ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴅᴏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ? ☽ ☾ ᴡʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀꜱ ☽ ☾ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɢᴜʏ ☽ ☾ ʜᴏɴᴇʏꜱᴜᴄᴋʟᴇ ☽ ☾ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʙᴏʏ ☽

Alex ☾ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴄʟᴏᴄᴋᴡᴏʀᴋ ☽

Elliott ☾ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀ’ꜱ (ᴄᴏᴄᴋ) ʙʟᴏᴄᴋ ☽

Harvey ☾ ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ, ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ, ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴅʏ ☽

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Last update: 30.04.2024

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astronomysturniolos · 1 month

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ANNA’S MASTERLIST

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𝘩𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴!!

𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢, 𝘪’𝘮 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪’𝘮 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘥 matt 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭. 𝘪 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘪 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺’𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦!!

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sannpei · 2 years

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𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢 - 𝗜𝗻𝗳𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱🍓

- 𝘛𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘐𝘯𝘢𝘻𝘶𝘮𝘢 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘥𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺.

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𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞; (They/Them)

𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘐’𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘰 ^_^

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“I think I might head back to Inazuma for a few months, I mean the traveller is busy with other things here in Sumeru so I might take advantage of the free time… what do you think Tighnari?”

You enquired to the boy sitting next to you. Tighnari and you became acquainted at the same time he and collei met the Traveller, you grew cautious of him, due to how he treated your friend when they were unconscious.

How ever during your time in Sumeru, you and him became close, bonding over you wanting to know more about the rainforest and such. However, your relationship -what you assumed to be strictly platonic- turned on its head, your Fennec fox friend soon felt more like a subtly overbearing boyfriend, his hugs more tight, his body moving closer to yours when in the proximity of another person, always wanting to hold your hand and keep you close to him.

But back then present time, you noticed Tighnari’s figure stiffen, eyes darkening as his ears twitched, his hand suddenly tightening unbearably against yours.

“You’re… leaving?”

He answered, his voice low, his body unmoving

“Uh… yep! I just- well- I was just feeling a bit home sick and well.. uh.. you know, with the traveller.. I just thought I’d go back and see my friends again”

You replied, trying to defuse the tension between you two

“You can’t leave.”

“What? What do you-“

“YOU CAN’T LEAVE.”

His sudden outburst made you flinch. He turned to face you, you could see anger in his eyes, his breathing uneven. He looked feral. And it scared you.

“Nari.. please come down- you’re scaring me-“

“What about collei?”

He interrupted, his statement silencing you.

“What would she do if she knew you were leaving hm? Did you know how emotionally attached she is to you? Her eleazar is more bearable when she’s with you, she told me that, what would happen if you leave? You’d be the cause of her breaking down. Surely you wouldn’t want to leave poor little collei on her own right?”

Tighnari’s while demeanour changed, gone was the feral beast, not taken place by the boy you thought you knew. Despite his ever-so-pleasing voice, his eyes still remained dull and his smile didn’t reach his eyes.

The rainforest fell silent

“I… I didn’t..”

“And what about me? You’re just going to leave your best friend alone for how many months? After all this time we’ve been together your just going to go?”

“It’s not like I’m leaving you forever Tighnari!”

“WELL IT FEELS LIKE IT.”

Another outburst. His grip on your hand became more painful.

“….hah…haha…”

He chuckled, breathing in deeply before hugging you close

“Oh~ no no no no… I can’t let that happen~ I’m not letting you leave me my love… you just can’t! I love you to much~”

His voice whispered in your ear, his arms like suffocating vines wrapping around your waist.

You wanted to cry, you loved hugs and all but at this point in time you felt so uncomfortable.

“Tighnari… please I’m begging you.. just let me go, we can talk about thi-“

A mist soon found its way into your lungs, coughing, you forced your way out of Tighnari’s, looking up at him, freezing at his expression. His eyes, dark, but filled with -dare you call it- love, his cheeks had a noticeable blush and his smile one of a love-sick fool.

You felt drowsy, slipping in and out of consciousness.

“I found a new species of plant the other day, it produces a mist that is able to put anyone to sleep, if even they take just a sniff of it. Quite handy don’t you think?”

He approached you, your body trying to move away but to no avail. As you felt your body collapse into slumber, you could feel Tighnari’s arms engulf your figure once again.

“Don’t worry dearest, I’ll take very good care of you~”

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𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬;

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𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒎𝒂𝒔 - 𝒅𝒂𝒚 9

𝑪𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈

ᴷⁱⁿᵏᵐᵃˢ ᵐᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡⁱˢᵗ

𝙏𝙧𝙪𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢 𝙎𝙪𝙠𝙪𝙣𝙖 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝙈𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙨 & 𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙨 𝘿𝙊 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏

𝘐’𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺’𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦.

𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴, 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘱 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘷𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢’𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘥. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘹𝘶𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴, 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘶𝘱, 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴,

“𝘗𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥?” 𝘏𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴, 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘦.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥, “𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳.”

“𝘖𝘩 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵,” 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴, “𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳.” 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺. 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴, 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱. 𝘖𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘱 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩, 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵, 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴.

𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘏𝘦’𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬. 𝘏𝘦’𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴; 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘴. 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨'𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨.

𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦’𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘧, 𝘩𝘦’𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦; 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸.

#sukun #sukuna smut #sukuna x you #sukuna x reader #true form sukuna x reader #true form sukuna #true form sukuna smut #true form sukuna x you #ryomen sukuna #ryomen sukuna smut #ryomen sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x you #jjk smut #jjk x reader #sukuna jjk #jjk x you #jjk sukuna

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Could I request a GN reader general like dating stuff with Cal Kestis? Sorry if you've already done it!

Have a good day!! <3

Cal Kestis!! Sure can! Hope these are enough ♡ I tried to zoom between Fallen Order and Survivor, but also post Survivor events, so watch out for spoilers!

Dating Cal Kestis | Headcanons

->Cal and Obi-Wan are the definition of 'perfect boyfriend'. In fact, all the Jedi are jealous they can't be them. Have you seen those gorgeous ginger locks? Running your fingers through his hair while he rests his head on your chest after a hard mission... now that's the dream.

->Cal is dreamy, yes, but he also comes with a lot of packages. He doesn't talk about it, Cal avoids talking about anything remotely involving his past trauma when he's around you. If you ask, he'll joke around to try and get you to change the topic. Cal hates to admit it (even to himself) but he doesn't feel worthy of your love. Deep down he still blames himself for the death of his master, for Cere, for Cordova...and for not sensing Bode's betrayal. Cal would never forgive himself if something had happened to you.

->He's very attentive and always willing to slow down and listen to you vent. One of Cal's hands will rub your knee, sometimes holding your hand, kissing your knuckles to make you laugh. Cal will feel angry that someone has wronged you, he'd carry that burden for you if he could.

->don't blame him if he ever crosses paths with the person/people who did you wrong and goes a little to far

->Knows you can handle yourself in battle, but if you can't, he'll insist on training you, "c'mon, I'll go easy on you!" he'd sway you into it until you eventually give up.

->Cal is a little tease too. Will let down his hair stan long haired cal and wear one of those tight sweat shirts to show off his muscles, just because he knows that will throw you off during training. He'll laugh about it too! "Yeah? Are you gonna blame me for your lack of focus?" purposely to annoy you so you'll put him in his place. Knock him down, straddle him and bring his lightsaber dangerously close to his throat and that will 100% shut him up.

->not to get nfsw but definitely has a thing for you having the upper hand. Cal will blush and stare wide-eyed, but that cocky little grin never once leaves his face. Its just too much fun seeing you mad.

->LOVES pulling you under his poncho when he's wearing one. You two obviously don't fit in one together unless you're considerably smaller and then get absorbed in Cal's poncho. Definitely gets you a bunch of ponchos too, even shares his! Couple's that match together stay together.

->BD-1 is your child, I don't make the rules. He loves you nearly as much as Cal and lives to make your boyfriend jealous by snuggling closer to you at night.

->"I think you've stolen him from me." Cal jokes as BD-1 hops on your shoulder as you leave the ship. He has never seen his little buddy droid so trusting of someone that isn't Cal himself. Sure, BD-1 trusts Cere, Merrin and Greez, but not as much as he trusts you, so it must means you're special.

->of course you're special, Cal would think to himself, you made me fall for you.

->not overly touchy but loves to hold your hands in his, even does it unconsciously and especially in his sleep. Cal will seek you out to rest his chin on your shoulder or the top of your head, sometimes even wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you close. May or may not start pampering your skin with soft, little kisses all the way up to your jawline and if you don't stop then he'll take it a step further...have I said he's touch-starved? He is. Once he gets his hands on you, there's no prying him away.

->Keeps a little trinket that reminds him of you if you two have to be separated. Cal will look at it, play with it between his fingers, wishing it was you he was holding instead. Probably get you something like that too, I headcanon that it's a blue and red bracelet :)

->The incident with Dagan and then Bode's betrayal has taken a toll on Cal. You can see his struggle with the darkside, even during his sleep (or the few hours that he gets of rest) his face is closed up and his hands tighten around you, as if you were sand about to escape between his fingers. Saying he becomes more fearful and protective is an understatement - life becomes so much more real when you have someone to lose, and Cal has lost too many. To lose you would be to lose himself.

->The duel with Dagan nearly cost your life as the red blade nearly sliced you in half hadn't his own lightsaber blocked it in time. Dagan taunted Cal for his love for you and that was the first time you saw the darkness that lies behind his eyes. He almost cut off Dagan's head.

->Bode was his friend, and Cal trusted him, but he couldn't help but feel a little bit jealous when you two got a little bit too close, or when Bode's hand trailed down your arm, his smile growing just a bit. Cal would sulk for a while and his kisses and holding would become just a tad bit more hungry and possessive, as if he's trying to prove something.

->Don't worry, he'll calm down when you show your love for him. Run your fingers through his hair, pull him close to you, whisper sweet nothings to his ear until he's weak under your touch.

->He's not very experienced as to what he should call you, sure before you he had at least one other relationship (which was just a little teenage crush and barely lasted more than a few rotations). Nicknames such as love and baby suffice for him, but at one point in your relationship you both start a challenge as to who can find the most dumbass nicknames for each other, and Cal takes that to heart.

->Spoiler alert, Cal wins. Everyone in the ship is horrified at the nicknames he's calling you such as his "sweet pookie bogling" and winking at you, knowing how embarrassing it is. He's a dork, but a competitive one at that. You gotta give him credit for the creativity though.

->On Tanalorr, Cal wishes for nothing more than a peaceful life with you. He has never thought of himself as a father, but he'd be lying if he said being with you hasn't sparked some thoughts that often come to him when he sees you playing with BD-1 or caring for Kata.

->That's when he knows that no matter how hard the fight gets, everything will be alright as long as he has you by his side.

#✵•.✵𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨✵.•✵#cal kestis #cal kestis x reader #cal kestis x you #cal kestis x y/n #jedi fallen order #jedi survivor #star wars #star wars x reader

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angelsmist · 1 year

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𝗣𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗢𝗪𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗞 - 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗢𝗡𝗘

𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘵 : 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘵𝘩𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦. 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦...

𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 - 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘹 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘪, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘪,

𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 - 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘴 𝘨𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 😭

When your eyes fluttered open, you were greeted with the glimmering sun kissing your face. Instinctively, you shielded your eyes from it, although you did appreciate the warmth of it.

You were about to stretch around in your bed, but you then realized that there was someone next to you.

None other than Princess Shuri.

This was a pretty normal routine for the two of you. It had been like this since…three months ago?

Casual hookups were basically the new norm for you two. Lovers in the night, friends in the day. It wasn’t something that you thought would ever occur, honestly.

There was a lot of unsolved tension between the two of you. Your ideas always clashed with hers, resulting in arguments, but Shuri never fired you even though she could’ve in a heartbeat. She didn’t like to admit it, but there was something about you that she couldn’t shake.

Your very presence was infuriating most of the time because of how often you two would go back and forth, yet she couldn’t deny the attraction she felt to you. The stolen glances, the arguments that would end in you two just inches apart, breathing hardly. And don’t even get her started on the teasing. You were aware of how angry you could get Shuri and used that to your advantage. However, the teasing soon turned into something much more later on.

Neither of you could forget the night it first happened. It was late, and you two were in the lab. Yes, the lab. Crazy, right?

Anyway, you two were butting heads, like the usual. But, this time, you guys were alone. There was nobody there to remind you two that there were people trying to work. Just you, Shuri, and a lab filled with technology. Of course, there were guards outside of the lab, but she didn’t make the place soundproof for nothing.

Once again, you were in each other’s faces, merely inches away. You didn’t initiate it, but kind of hinted at it. Your eyes momentarily found their way to Shuri’s lips. She noticed this, resulting in her lips crashing into yours only seconds later. You didn’t push away, and neither did she. All that tension needed to be released somehow.

After that night, you realized how much you truly wanted her. It was like a craving, and it was driving you mad. Literally nobody you’ve ever been with before had felt that good. Shuri felt the same too, you soon figured out.

And that’s how it started. You and Shuri still continued to butt heads, but most of the time that tension and anger could all be let out at night. No strings attached was the plan.

But not everything goes according to plan, unfortunately.

What made you begin to fall for Shuri was the pillowtalk. You two had shared some of your most vulnerable moments with each other. You felt connected to her and trusted her with things you never thought you’d trust others with. The more this happened, the harder you fell.

You obviously didn’t tell her because you feared ruining everything. As frustrating the both of you can be to each other, you guys were still friends. Confessing your love for her was a risk, and one that you were not willing to take.

Here you are now, in the morning, admiring the princess’s beauty.

“I can feel your eyes burning into my skull,” Shuri joked, her eyes still closed.

A chuckle escaped your lips at her words. You grew flustered. “Good morning to you, too.”

Her eyes finally opened, and she smiled immediately when her gaze settled on your face. She brushed your tangled curls out of your face before letting her hands trail down to your waist under the covers.

Damn. Last night must’ve been so good you were too exhausted to put on something to protect your hair. You knew it’d be hell to detangle them later on.

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you look in the morning?” Shuri complimented, drawing circles on your hip. You got butterflies in your stomach.

It was times like these that you had to remind yourself that you two were just friends and that’s all you’d ever be.

“Hm, maybe once or twice,” You teased, bringing your elbow to your pillow so you could rest on your hand. “Now, come on. We’re almost late.”

“Can’t we just stay here forever?”

“No,” You replied, trying to keep the smile that tugged at your lips stay hidden. “As much as I’d like to, we’re supposed to be finished with the updates on the kimoyo beads today. We’re barely halfway done.”

She groaned once more, retracting her hand from your waist as you giggled lightly. Oh, how she loved that laugh.

Your kimoyo beads started to vibrate as soon as you picked them up from your nightstand and slid them onto your wrist. It was your co-worker, Anaba. She was probably wondering where you were, you figured.

You gestured for Shuri to move out of view, and she did so. You were hardly presentable, as you wore a white tank top, and bast, your hair was a mess. Still, you answered the phone.

“Hey, Anaba. What’s up?”

“Good morning, y/n. Sorry to call like this, but I was wondering if you’re coming to work today?”

Your eyebrows furrowed. “Yeah, I’m just gonna be a bit late. Why? Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, fine. I just…miss you at the lab.”

Oh.

Shuri couldn’t hold the pang of jealousy she felt in her heart upon hearing Anaba’s words. She knew she shouldn’t be jealous. It’s not like she made any efforts to date you, but she did know that the idea of you being with another was something her heart couldn’t bear.

“Oh! I…uh, that’s really sweet. I’m coming soon, there was just a bit of a delay. My hair’s a mess, as you can tell.”

“You look beautiful either way. See you soon, y/n,” She said brightly before hanging up.

“So, what was that?” Shuri inquired, masking her jealousy with a curious grin. The least she could do is be happy for you. “Is there something going on between you two?”

Why? You jealous?” You quipped, tossing a pillow at her. She caught it before it could hit her in the face. Right. Her heightened abilities.

“Nope. Just wondering if this means mornings like these are gonna have to come to an end.”

“Hmm, maybe. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m having fun, but I’m looking for something real, you know? Like real love.”

A part of you hoped that the love you were referring to would be with Shuri, but it seemed to be just another dream of yours. You knew that yearning for her would only end in your heart breaking, and that would just be wasting your time.

Maybe Anaba could be the person that helps you to realize that Shuri wasn’t the one for you, or at least you hoped. It was a better alternative than wanting someone who didn’t reciprocate those same feelings.

“Yeah,” Shuri mused after staying silent for a short while. “I know exactly what you mean.”

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• 𝘰𝘮𝘨 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 “7𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧”, 𝘪 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧. 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘵. 𝘪 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰. 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘷𝘴. 𝘮𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 “𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘩 𝘢𝘩 𝘢𝘩”. 𝘪’𝘮 𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘳𝘨𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘵, 𝘴𝘰 𝘪’𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸.

• 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦. 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘥. 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘴 “𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥”.

• 𝘭𝘦𝘵’𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘣𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 “𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘦𝘴”. 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥, 𝘪’𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘯𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦. 𝘪 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘪 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘶𝘱 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘧 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳??? 𝘪𝘧 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 “𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦, 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩” 𝘪 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺. 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳 (𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 4𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦). 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘥𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴, 𝘯𝘰𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘪 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘺. 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘪𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 4𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦, 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘳𝘶𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 (4𝘩) 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘷𝘪𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘷𝘪𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦.

• 𝘪 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘹𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘵’𝘴 𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘵. 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪’𝘮 𝘣*𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘹𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺’𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘱𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦. 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 “𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯” 😭. 𝘧𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘫𝘰𝘣 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵. 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰-𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦, 𝘪 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘯 “𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯”. 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵, 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘧𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦. 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘹 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘪 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥. 😭

• 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘱𝘴? 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵. 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵. 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵. 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘫 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘣, 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵??? 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵. 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘬𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵. 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴.

• 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘭𝘦𝘵’𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 *𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘮 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭* 𝘵𝘩𝘦 “𝘴𝘦𝘹 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘭”. 𝘪 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘭. 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘹 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺. 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭, 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳. 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘮𝘺 𝘷𝘪𝘳𝘨𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘴 ��𝘰𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥 😭. 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘵 22 𝘪’𝘮 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴. 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪’𝘮 𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘹 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘭. 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘪’𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 100% 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪’𝘷𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴. 𝘪 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘵. 𝘪 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪’𝘮 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘪 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘮. 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩, 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭.

• 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘪’𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘪 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. 𝘪 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨/𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴. 𝘪 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘪 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦.

• 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰. 𝘪 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥'𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯.

• 𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 ��𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩. 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘫𝘢𝘸𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴??? 𝘫𝘢𝘸𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴𝘴𝘴𝘴𝘴𝘴. 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘦’𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘵.

• 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘶𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘵. 💃🏾

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ꕥ 𝙘𝙬 : 𝙬𝙘: 2.6𝙠, 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙮 & 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙮 𝙛𝙚𝙢!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙖 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙛𝙞𝙖 𝙖𝙪, 𝙙𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙮 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙠, 𝙥𝙚𝙩 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨 (𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡, 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮, 𝙢𝙖𝙢𝙖, 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮), 𝙖𝙡��𝙤𝙝𝙤𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 (𝙩𝙤𝙟𝙞 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙩𝙘𝙝, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙠 3 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙚), 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤𝙭𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙢!𝙩𝙤𝙟𝙞, 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙚𝙭𝙝𝙞𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙢 (𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙠), 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙜𝙪𝙣 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙣𝙤 𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚, 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙭, 𝙪𝙣𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙭 & 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙚 (𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙗𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙪𝙮𝙨 #𝙛𝙩𝙠), 𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙖𝙨𝙢 𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙮, 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙖 𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚, 𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜/𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩, 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙞 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙭𝙤𝙭𝙤 | 𝙢𝙙𝙣𝙞

✎ 𝘢𝘯 : 𝘞𝘏𝘈𝘛'𝘚 𝘜𝘗 𝘠'𝘈𝘓𝘓 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘮𝘨𝘨. 𝘪 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘮 𝘧𝘳 𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘪 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 6 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬. 𝘪 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘪'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘺, 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘮𝘪 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘴༄

You're so unbearably bored. Toji promised he'd play with you as soon as his meeting was done but it seemed to be going on for hours. He shuts you down by telling you 'you're the one who wanted to come' and it's true. Toji usually never takes you to his meetings or dangerous business trips, not wanting you to see a more devious side of him. But you were extra whiny and needy this morning and promised you'd be good.

Behaving is becoming a lot harder now that Toji is paying you no mind despite your position. You're perched prettily on his lap, chest to chest as you fidget with his tie. The most attention he's given you is stroking your thigh and occasionally squeezing at the plush flesh. He even snaps the elastic band of your thigh highs whenever you squirm too much or tug at his tie.

"Daddy," you whisper in Toji's ear with a pout, your cheek resting on his shoulder. "This meeting's almost over, angel." he reassures you, already knowing what's running through your mind. But that's not enough, it feels like it's been an eternity and you want out. Even if you were the one who begged to tag along.

You begin to place small pecks on Toji's neck as the grumbles of men continue in the background. He takes it as a cute little gesture and allows you to do so, even tilting his head a bit to give you more access. The men in the room know not to question you or him, he is the one with the most power in the room afterall. Toji picks up his glass of scotch, bringing the drink up to his lips but not taking a sip. He pauses midway as he feels the way your kisses turn to bites and sucks and the noises coming from your ministrations get louder.

"Princess." he says sternly yet you act like you don't hear him. Clearly that was a mistake seeing as he yanks the pretty pink collar that adorns your neck with his name blinged onto it in tiny yet shiny gems. You pout as you're forced to look into his piercing gaze. The gaze that has made countless amount of men drop to their knees in a heartbeat. But one of the many things Toji loves about you is the way you can retort and put on a cute pout to that same gaze despite being so much smaller than him in every way.

"Would another glass of wine calm you down?" he asks you, finally taking a sip of his own alcohol. Although it does sound nice, you know it'd be a regrettable thing to accept. You lean into the crook of his neck once more and whisper, "But I'll get more needy, daddy.", a whine lingering in the back of your throat. Yet a thin man in a suit with a neat mustache pours more wine into your glass anyway, bowing before returning to his previous position. "It'll help you pass time, mama." You suppose he's partially correct and turn around to take your glass, inhaling the scent of the wine before taking a sip.

Minutes pass and of course, you were correct. You finished your third glass of wine and were feeling particularly frisky. You thought you were being subtle about it but the way you were rutting against Toji's thigh was pretty damn obvious. Your eyes were shut as you bit at your lower lip, going back n' forth against the thick muscle without a shame in the world. The wine gave you a nice warm buzz, just what you needed to really get your day going.

"You're acting like a needy slut." Toji grumbles in your ear, low in his chest. "I am a needy slut right now." you huff out, opening your eyes only to glare at the man before you.

"Play with me."

"No."

"Play with me."

"Not right now."

"Daddy, please."

"Y/N."

"Play with me already!"

Your whine echoes throughout the room, causing the voices of the men to come to a halt. You're currently looking to the side but from your peripheral, the look Toji is giving you is absolutely dangerous. It screams caution, red lights and flags, and you can barely meet his gaze without wanting to lower your head.

"Clear out." Toji tells the men behind him and you hear the heavy yet quick footsteps as they rush out of the room immediately. You bury your face into Toji's chest, crossing your fingers in hopes of even an ounce of mercy. "'m sorr- Ow!" you yelp out, the sting of a slap from Toji's heavy hand lingering on your right ass cheek. You suppose you did brat out just a bit and it seems like no buttering up could get Toji to falter.

You watch with faux sad eyes as he reaches into his waistband, pulling out the silver gun you've been feeling against your hip. Toji places it on the table behind you and the sound of the metal makes a shiver run down your spine. "Panties off." You look around with a confused look, taking note that there's a huge window that displays the view of the skyline behind you. "But, Jiji," "Take that shit off."

You quickly scramble off his muscular thighs, slipping off your panties, skirt still on, before you could get into more trouble. Once you turn around to face Toji again, his thick cock is already held in his hand, the tip spilling a drop of precum. It looks so delectable, you crave nothing more but the heaviness of it in your mouth and down your throat. Toji picks up on it easily of course, always willing to fulfill your oral fixation with his dick whenever you start salivating and biting at your lip.

"Can I suck it, daddy?" you ask sweetly, already leaning down so that you're eye level with him. A smile adorns your features as Toji coos at you, bringing a hand to your chin. Even as his hand trails down to your neck, holding it in a soft grip before bringing your face close enough to press his lips against yours. You think you've secured your goal until he whispers against your lips, "No."

Your lip quivers in a pout as he pushes you back, your hips bumping back against the cold structure of the table behind you. Your eyes travel upwards as Toji rises from his seat, peering down at you with a gaze that makes you wanna turn away yet you can't. Roughly so, he pushes you down against the table, causing you to gasp and instinctively close your legs. Of course Toji expresses his discontent for this, grabbing at your thighs and forcing them apart.

He's already licking his lips at the sight of your needy pussy; the way your slick coats your inner thighs is evidence of how long you've been waiting. But Toji is adamant on making this a brutal fuck. Absolutely no mercy for you considering your behavior. Your spoiled mind clearly hasn't picked up on this considering you're gasping when he pulls you closer to his hips, slapping his heavy cock against your pussy.

"Jiji," you keen, the weight of him already making you nervous. You'd taken him countless times yet it didn't make it any easier to accommodate him inside you especially without prep. But Toji wasn't feeling the slightest bit remorseful for you today and this appears to be, hopefully, your one and only consequence. "You wanted to get fucked right, mama?" he questions you, tone laced with a dangerous sweetness. You barely get the chance to reply, voice caught in your throat as he pushes his fat tip into you, groaning at the immediate clench of your warm pussy.

Your hands come up to push against his abdomen, a weak attempt considering your ever wanting lust for him. Toji immediately captures both your hands with one of his, bringing them up and over your head before releasing a deep sigh. "Can't ever do what daddy tells you, huh, baby?" he tells you with a push of his hips, pulling a whine from your soft lips. "Said I was sorry.." you pout once you've collected your thoughts. "What was that?" he asks you, of course condescendingly. "I said I was sorry!" you cry out, writhing underneath him as he bullies his cock deeper into your weeping pussy, just a bit more than halfway down his length.

"Money, gifts, my dick.." he sighs, a hand trailing down, thumb landing on your pulsing clit. "I give you so much, don't I, pretty?" Obviously the question is rhetorical but you're so dumb on his dick already you can't help but mewl out a yes with cute nods. "And you always fucking want more. I'll give you more then, baby. So much fucking more."

Your back arches up off the table, lungs gasping for as much air as possible as Toji roughly fills you to the halt. The slap of his hips against your thighs echoes throughout the ominous room yet you can barely make out the sound due to your own cries. Toji isn't all that cruel. He loves his pretty baby too dearly to let her weep pretty tears without an ounce of comfort. Therefore, you find your whines dying down into small whimpers with a tremble of your lower lip as he places small kisses on your lips and cheek. You still mewl at the way his hips move slowly, making sure he's really deep inside, however, the kisses give you a sense of security and you find yourself longing for more as he pulls away.

"Fuck, baby.." Toji groans deeply, gripping your soft hips. "Wouldn't have to be so rough if you would just fucking listen." You can only sit there like you were supposed to this entire time, trembling legs wrapped around Toji's broad form. The feeling of his cock pistoning in and out of you has become the only thing you can focus on, even the sound of his deep voice feeling distant. He's pleased with the way your eyes roll back and the way your thighs tremble around him. You just have to sit back and be his pillow princess, his preferred way of fucking you of course.

"Ease up, mama." he mumbles, hands moving to your thighs and bringing them up. You whimper at the new feeling, being folded up and exposed so he can take in all of you. Toji licks his lips at the sight of your pretty pussy, your tiny hole fluttering as it still struggles to take his fat cock. Nonetheless, Toji remains relentless. The new exposure only makes him fuck into you harder, faster, hypnotized by your body and cute scrunched up face. "Daddy," you mewl, attempting to blink away the haze in your eyes. "Wanna cum, please."

The slur in your words is too much for Toji to handle and if he's being honest, he wants nothing more than to cum too. Thankfully for him, he's stubborn and has a lot more control over his own orgasm. "Let me think about it.." He keeps thrusting as he "thinks" until the movement in his hips come to a halt. "No."

You whine out into the walls of the room, tears brimming your lashes as Toji pounds your pussy to his heart's content. Now that he's gained full control over his own orgasm, he's not going to let you cum 'til his own urge arrives at full force. You're forced to sit there and take what he gives you, his tip hitting all the right spots and making your toes curl just right. The glass table beneath you has taken on a fog that you can barely see through, only the outline of your plush body being seen. His eyes are glued to your pussy, the constant clenching and releasing as you try holding back your orgasm. You wanna think about anything to distract you but your mind is equally being pounded with thoughts of his dick and the only thing your eyes can focus on is him above you.

Toji's balls begin to ache of course, wanting to dump load after load inside you. But he just needs to egg this on for a little longer. So he slows down his thrusts to something sweet, giving your ankle a little kiss. His eyes catch a glimpse of the anklet he bought you not too long ago, a golden T settled in the center. It was your idea after hearing it from a friend on social media and Toji didn't know why you were so adamant about it until he first fucked you with it on. Your mind was on everything but the anklet but in Toji's head, it was one of many reminders that you're all his and he can't help but fuck into you harder everytime.

"Still wanna cum, mama?" he asks you softly, soft pants coming from his lips as he looks down at you with a sweet gaze. You nod quickly, teeth sunken into your bottom lip from your concentration. "Yes, daddy, pleasepleaseplease..!" "Okay, shh." Toji practically whispers. "I got you." Your eyes practically sparkle in delight as he releases one of your thighs in favor of pressing a thumb to your clit. Your back arches up off the table with a wail as he pistons his cock deep inside, rubbing the sweetest circles onto your neglected pearl. "Cum on me, baby, you got it." His words alone are enough to fry your brain, your mouth caught open and letting out messy drool as you cum. Toji thanks his muscle memory as he keeps fucking you through your orgasm, barely focused on his own actions as he takes in the ethreal sight before him. Your thighs tremble violently as they close in during your orgasm, pussy pulsing beyond belief. But of course Toji's got to reach his own bliss too.

"So pretty while you're coming, angel." he talks to you, leaning down to press his lips to yours. You're a babbling mess anyway so he might as well shut you up. "Want me to cum in this pussy? In my fucking pussy?" he asks you, more rhetorically than anything. You nod tiredly nonetheless, small whimpers against his lips as you long for more comforting kisses. "Please, Jiji, please.." you coo so cutely. Toji's already on it, giving you thrusts that hit so deep you wonder if there's any space for him to cum. "Fuck, 'm gonna fill you up so good. So good, mama, so good.." Toji's been reduced to babbling himself, giving you sloppy kisses in between pussy-drunk words. You soak it all in though, almost identical to the way your pussy soaks in all the cum spilling into you now. "Take it, all of it, baby, all of it. All my fucking cum, fuck..!" Toji dumps his last load inside you for the day, his own strength barely holding him up as he collapses on top of you.

The both of you share a peaceful quiet moment, waiting for your heartbeats to slow down and sync up. You break the silence with a yawn and Toji feels his strength return as he lifts himself up off you, looking into your eyes. You look away after a moment, his fucked out, blissful face too much for you to handle. It's cute n' all but Toji is still Toji. You feel his hand go up to your throat, giving you a small squeeze before he pecks your lips and mumbles against them. "Act like that at another meeting and I'm fucking you 'til you can't speak." His voice sounds threatening, enough to send chills down someone's spine. But you wouldn't be Toji's princess if you didn't take it like it was nothing and counter it with a bratty 'hmph!'.

𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ✩

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