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tripleyeeet · 6 months

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WEAVED TOGETHER (SAY IT'S FOREVER)

SUMMARY: After faking your death years ago, Astarion finally finds you in Waterdeep.

PAIRING: Astarion & Female Reader

WORD COUNT: 5,128

WARNINGS: 18+ sexual content, fingering, orgasm denial, sex used as a manipulation tactic, biting, blood sucking, descriptions of past/current abuse, Ascendent Astarion (feel like I need to tag this just in case), a whole lot of angst.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This fic gave me so much grief. I really hope my labour translates into something good because man, if it doesn't I might fucking cry. :') Also, fic title is inspired this bop!

MASTERLIST

You’ve never been particularly keen on parties. Favouring quite possibly anything above the stuffy insides of a ballroom packed with people, it’s a miracle that you haven’t already left Gale’s side for some air. To take even the shortest of moments to allow yourself some alone time.

Feeling the fabric of your dress uncomfortably stick to your skin, you can’t help but squirm at the thought of having to stay any later. Considering you’ve been here for a good few hours already, you’re tempted to ask Gale if maybe now’s the time to part ways.

At this point you’ve been well and truly shown off to the entire party, gawked at by countless of his old academic friends, so surely he wouldn’t mind if you up and left now, right?

Before you can think to ask, he’s already wrapping his arm around your shoulder, pulling you in for a friendly kiss to the cheek. “I really do appreciate you coming,” he tells you, drunkenly swaying as he speaks, letting out a chuckle as you hold him steady. “I would’ve been terribly embarrassed to show up at such a renowned event without a date.”

“So you’ve mentioned.” You shoot him a smug look, watching him roll his eyes and take a sip of wine, debating whether or not to take the glass from him, knowing just how much he’s had.

“I mean it, you’ve been nothing short of wonderful to me in my time of need, so thank you.”

Despite the urge to play down his thanks, to remind him of all the things he’s done for you as of late, you merely take it, offering him a quick you’re welcome in return, knowing just how persistent a drunken Gale can get. How the man hardly pauses to breathe in the midst of a conversation —his endless string of words seeming to lose you almost instantly every time.

Even now, as he begins to go on some long-winded speech about the importance of your friendship, you’re already miles away, longing to drift towards the balcony that rests just across the room, taunting you with its open air and lack of people.

“Anyways, would you care for another drink? I’m in need of one myself thanks to the hole at the bottom of my glass.” Pulling you back in, Gale lets out a joyous laugh, throwing his head back while you merely shake your head.

“I’m uh, no I’m fine Gale. You go ahead and get that drink. I think I’m going to head outside and get some air.”

All he does is give you a tight hug before he leaves, stumbling across the marble floors, bumping into various bodies that suddenly get caught up in his inebriated storm, allowing you a moment to yourself.

You let out a sigh of relief then, turning your attention to your desired spot, gathering up the skirt of your dress so that you can race to its opening, breathing in the scent of fresh air once you step past the threshold.

Somehow once you’re out there, you notice that there isn’t a body in sight. No couples having late-night trysts in the corner or other lonesome individuals stood painfully reflecting on their night. It’s just you by yourself, walking slowly towards the railing, gripping it tight as you allow your mind to settle. To shut down for just a moment after being on for so long.

It feels like forever since you’ve felt this calm. After years of endless journeys —of fighting and running and, as of late, hiding away— you feel that old sense of ease wash over you. Like the waves of Waterdeep’s coast, they gently lap at your feet, rising and falling with each breath you take, watching from afar the bustling city streets below as they begin to die out for the night.

It reminds you of home, a bit. Of the nights you used to spend wandering around Baldur’s Gate, your belly full of the cheapest ale and your mind empty of anything other than the prospect of fun. Back then, you were always full of reckless abandon, constantly getting into trouble only to talk your way out of it not long after and unfortunately, you can’t help but begin to miss it all. The life before the war. Before you were taken in the dead of night and forced into a life you never wanted to live.

Things were simpler then. You didn’t have the scars of clashing swords or the kind of memories that often shook you awake each night, covered in sweat and gasping for air. Devoid of anything truly awful, all you had was the blissful ignorance of a fool. One hellbent on solitude in a world of constant interaction.

Honestly, if it weren’t for the people you’d met along the way you’d be jealous of that life. The one where you were seemingly untouchable, your mind vacant of regret and resentment and—

Before you can continue, you shake those same feelings from your mind, forcing out a heavy breath as you try to maintain the calm. The ocean of waves of Waterdeep pooling between your toes, knowing it’s the only way you’ll move on. If you focus on the positives —if you refuse to look back even for the slightest of moments you’ll forget all about those other lives you lived. All the chapters you spent haphazardly scribbling down, trying desperately to get to this moment.

It seems impossible sometimes, remembering how much shit you had to go through to get here. Not only did you have to survive countless wars involving mind flayers and cultists, but you also had to die to get it. And not die in the metaphorical sense, either. No, you had to literally die —to off yourself in front of countless people and hope to god the Necromancer that you hired actually turned up.

It was a whole process. One that you refuse to think about as you let out a scoff and raise your hands to your head, pressing two fingers to either temple to relieve yourself of the sudden ache that hits.

“Remember what we said about thinking,” you remind yourself then, allowing your eyes to slowly roll back, savouring the alleviated pressure your fingers provide.

Repeating the mantra in your head, you rub your skin and hum aloud, standing for a few more minutes as you listen to the sounds of the bustling party behind you. How the music swells into a crescendo of excitement, various strings and woodwinds all playing in time with one another.

Alongside it, a calming voice echoes over, rising and falling with each passing note that carries through the air to your ears. At first, it’s soft and silky —comforting in a way that wills you to drop your hands and take a few steps towards the entrance of the building, watching as a beautifully freckled bard strums her lute and smiles at the crowd.

Suddenly intrigued, you move to your previous spot inside the ballroom, spotting a rather awestruck Gale who’s holding onto two glasses of red, staring with widened eyes.

“She’s rather pretty.” You grin wickedly and bump your hip against his, hearing him grunt as he blinks and glances at you.

“I’m sorry?”

Taking the glass nearest to you, you then use that same hand to motion to the bard that’s begun to erupt in an upbeat chorus, her voice lowering to a wild growl as she kicks up her feet, dancing around the stage with some of the other musicians. “The bard. Fancy a taste?”

He narrows his eyes at you, a grin of his own peeling across his face as he shakes his head. “I think a conversation would suffice. Least, for starters.”

Biting your bottom lip, you jokingly wrap your arm around his shoulders and shake, pressing your face against his cheek to make obnoxious kissing sounds that leave him laughing and shoving you off.

“Unhand me, you harlot!”

“What? Afraid she’ll see?”

He opens his mouth, almost offended, staring for a moment as you wiggle your brows and take a sip of the wine. “Excuse you, that was my drink.”

“You got yourself two drinks?” You raise your brow.

He scrunches up his face in response before subtly craning his neck towards the other side of the ballroom. “No, it’s for Astarion.”

Your stomach sinks at the mention of his name, filling you with the kind of dread you’ve only felt one other time in your life. All at once it sends you into a panic. Your chest aching and your throat tightening. Even your hands, once carefully wrapped around the vessel of liquid seemingly shifts to a close, resulting in shattering glass that pokes and prods your skin before it falls to the ground.

Crying out in surprise, Gale’s previously mischievous expression quickly fades. Replacing it, an air of worry envelopes the both of you. As he reaches for your arm, allowing his hand to carefully slide down to view your newfound injury, you try to swallow and scan the room, picking apart face after face to no avail, wondering if somehow he’s already found you. If perhaps, instead of where Gale assumes he is he’s instead directly behind you, lingering like the creature of the night he is, waiting to strike.

A shaky breath escapes you then. Peeling away from Gale’s cautious grasp, you take a minute to blink and look him up and down, noticing the growing fear in his eyes. How his lack of understanding only spurs your head to whip behind you, to find more curious eyes staring back.

“Are you alright?”

The question comes from a voice you’ve never heard before. So, instead of entertaining it you merely turn back to Gale, suddenly catching an unfortunate glimpse of pale skin and ivory hair quite a ways back.

Immediately, it strengthens the dread inside, ripping the breath from your lungs as you press a nervous hand to your neck, realizing that somehow it’s already been years since you’ve last seen him. Months and days and hours all collectively bundled together, only to be completely ruined by this one moment.

As you stand there, staring —watching as he does nothing but the same, you feel your mind yelling for you to run. To discard whatever reservations you may have left to push violently through the crowd because, at this rate, it’s the only option left. Having already tried hiding beneath the freezing hands of Death himself, it’s obvious you’ve exhausted all other options. No matter what you do —what you say— nothing will be deemed feasible enough to grant you the escape you so foolishly desire. You’re too vulnerable now, standing there in your ballroom gown, bleeding from your injured hand, trying not to have a full-blown panic attack as he takes that first stride forward.

Matching his step, you feel your body waver backwards, everything suddenly swirling across your vision as Gale reaches out to grab your arm, asking if you’re okay.

“I’m aware the breakup wasn’t amicable but maybe if you two just talk?” he suggests, his voice bouncing off your ears like a war drum, reminding you that Sufferance is coming. And that he’s dressed in his fanciest suit to mark the occasion, practically gliding through the room with knitted brows and frowning lips, pushing aside everybody who gets in his way.

“Gale, we —I need to go.”

Suddenly your palm, still filled with glass pushes against his robes, staining the fabric as your blood begins to drip, reminding you of his hunger —of the way he used to feed. How he took and took, ignoring your starvation for something other than submission. Refusing to acknowledge the withering of your soul each day you spent wrapped around his pretty little fingers.

As he shoves a woman to the ground, you can feel the emptiness within your stomach start to grow at the memory. The shuddering of your limbs driving Gale to look behind him, noticing the wild look in Astarion’s eyes as the crowd begins to part in fear, watching as he bares his teeth.

It’s a look that makes you instantly flinch. Closing your eyes, your shoulders rise to touch your ears in anticipation. Waiting for the moment to strike, you all but freeze in place, holding your breath as the steps of his boots draw near, reverberating through the air until they suddenly stop.

In fact, everything stops. The sound of him —the sound of the party. All of it falls onto deaf ears, creating a new fear that has you so terrified you merely stand in place until you eventually hear the clapping sound of a hand on someone’s back, followed by the swirling of your head again, forcing your eyes to jolt open.

“Oh, hello darling, didn’t see you there.”

Once again trying to breathe, you glance between the two men in confusion, watching as they share a lengthy embrace before Astarion’s pushing himself onto you. Gentler than expected, his arms slowly wrap around your shoulders as he does it, pulling you to his chest in a way that feels both frightening and familiar. A mix of home and hell encased around your nervous frame as he lowers his head to yours.

In response, you reluctantly raise your hands and place them on his back, applying a bit of pressure at the centre as you mutter out a muddled hi, looking to see that the commotion he so violently caused before seems to have evaporated into thin air.

“You’re awfully far from home, aren’t you?” His voice is barely above a whisper, ghosting against the shell of your ear as you force out a shaky breath.

“So are you.”

“I wonder why that is.”

You hum in response. Using the short moment of silence that’s granted to stare. To watch the way he looks you up and down, the edges of his lips pulling into a smirk of amusement.

It’s obvious then that he’s thinking of playing tricks. Of taunting and teasing —using all the usual charming tactics before he decides it’s worth it to raise a little hell.

Because of this, you merely swallow hard and spare Gale a glance, watching him magic away the bloodstain on his robes before looking back towards the stage.

“How did you find me?”

Astarion reaches for your chin. Taking hold of it with his thumb and forefinger, he then waits patiently for you to share his gaze, looking your face up and down until he can finally see the fear in your eyes. “Does it really matter?”

It does, but you know he won’t tell you so you move on to another question. “Why are you here then?”

Immediately he scoffs, the smirk on his face falling for a split second. “Do you really have to ask?” he says, letting his thumb run across the length of your bottom lip. “Obviously, I’ve come to enjoy a spot of red with old friends.”

“Hm.”

“Among other things, of course.”

“Like?”

“Reclaiming my dead consort, for one.”

“And two?”

He shrugs his shoulders as he taps your chin. “Not sure. Depends on how the night goes.”

You’re not sure what to say then. Growing increasingly lost to the feeling of his hands and voice —remembering all the moments shared when it was just him and you and the power imbalance of ascension hadn’t yet existed— all you can do is pull him in a bit tighter.

Knowing that Gale is probably growing more curious by the second, you suddenly feel a sense of protection. An urge to get rid of him so that he’s no longer at risk.

Well aware of the power Astarion now holds within his grasp, you know it’s hardly worth it to try and get him involved anyway, especially considering how much alcohol he’s consumed. The poor man couldn’t be helpful even if he tried, so instead of asking you merely hold on. Tightening your grip as the other parts of you desperately try to rationalize just how much you’ve missed this. How even after years spent fleeing his hold —years of constant moving and hiding and watching your back for signs of his presence— his touch is still the only thing that makes you feel safe.

Which is a fact that makes you sick to your stomach, discovering that, regardless of being able to name a million reasons why you should be fleeing rather than falling, suddenly you’re able to name just as much for why you’d stay. Why you’d more than willingly follow his footsteps if he asked.

And not because you fear him, no. Despite having just been found out —despite that growing uncertainty of how you’ll inevitably be taken back— it’s as if your mind resets on impact. As he holds you close, speaking in obvious threats to your safety if you don’t listen, you can feel the defiance in you quickly dwindle. Evaporating into thin air as he leans away to give Gale an overly friendly smack to the shoulder.

“Gale, darling, you wouldn’t mind giving us a bit of privacy would you? Seems we have much to discuss.”

The hold he has on you tightens as he speaks, reminding you that such a conversation is anything but optional as Gale almost immediately buggers off, drunkenly mumbling something about drinks and fun before Astarion’s whisking you away.

Leading you through a crowd of bodies, you quickly find your hand gripping his shoulder absentmindedly. All splayed out, your fingers nervously caress the fabric of his doublet, feeling the texture shift beneath your skin, reminding you that he’s here. That’s he’s present and real and not just some illusion conjured up to scare you into coming back.

“Your entrance back there was…”

You’re not sure what to say anymore. Not with the underlying rage you can feel radiating off of him. Given the fact that it’s been so long, you’ve almost forgotten how to please him. To make his mind ease into those old spaces of pity where sometimes he’d grant you reprieve amongst the punishment.

Knowing this, he looks at you with feigned innocence, taunting you with his still raised lip as though he’s having fun despite slowly inching towards the blowout. “Did you like it? I figured, it’s been so long since I’ve last toyed with that little mind of yours, best to give it a proper show.”

He wipes his thumb across your forehead and watches you frown; your head suddenly darting back only to be ripped forward when that same hand tightens around your throat.

All at once the action leaves you gasping for air. As his thumb presses down on the centre of your neck, applying just enough pressure to pull from you a nervous wheeze as the two of you stop, he can’t help but lower his face to yours.

“I’d consider yourself lucky that the temperament I showed back there was merely an illusion,” he tells you, pressing his forehead to yours.

Swallowing to no avail, you feel the lump in your throat become pressurized by the growing frustrations in his hand. Prompting you to panic, another airless sound emits from your lips as your eyes begin to dart around, looking at all the curious eyes that seemingly look away the second you make contact.

You realize then that nobody cares. Whether it’s due to the intimidating presence he exudes or the potential word of mouth of his ascendance circulating the room, you don’t care, knowing it doesn’t really matter anyway. He’s untouchable regardless. A force so unmovable that all you can do is pray that he’s merciless.

As he grips your throat amongst a sea of avoidant faces, unwavering in his efforts to patronize your past behaviours, you know then that this marks the end of your freedom. That from this moment on his control over you has been reenacted without discussion.

“Now, are we going to obey and have a nice evening or are we going to do something we might regret?”

Looking back at him, all you can do is nod, feeling that alleviation slowly come. Granting you the chance to breathe again, you cough quietly and reach for your throat, rubbing the pain away as you watch his previously aggressive demeanour fall into amusement, once again stringing you along.

At which point you effectively zone out. Still feeling his hand flush against the small of your back, it’s as if suddenly your mind becomes null, avoiding all thoughts as he leads you through the main entry of the ballroom, turning down a seemingly endless stream of corridors until you find yourself face to face with an ornate door.

Once there, he peels away from your frame and begins to pick the lock, wickedly grinning at you once that familiar click rings out, reminding you of the old him. Of how he was before the ritual, all doe-eyed and excited to experience the world and all its gifts.

It makes your lip pull between your teeth nervously, seeing him unbend the length of his back to look at you. To smirk in a way that feels so real and him that you almost forget that he’s changed. That, instead of picking the lock to loot the room and make charming little jokes at your expense, he’s doing it so he can get you alone. So that he can do unspeakable things the old Astarion would never think to do.

“Shall we?”

His voice rings out like a request even though you know deep down it’s a command, secretly telling you to hurry up. So, doing just that, you brush past him without so much as a glance, taking in the endless wall of books that greets you as you enter, opening your mouth in slight awe until the door closes behind you.

Turning back, you’re then given all but a second before he’s on you. Grabbing you with such violent desperation, a hand snakes around your waist, claiming you like he used to do when you were still devoted to being his. When this idea of free will was nothing more than a passing thought that barely grazed the surface.

Back when he was still yours.

Immediately, the familiarity of it wreaks havoc on your chest. Your heart, once filled with longing and fear now radiates nothing but need. Demanding that old sensation of flesh brushing against flesh as his other hand takes hold of the base of your neck.

The second you feel it, all thoughts are lost. Every previous reservation you once had melting into nothing against the hot feeling of your mouth pushing against his, prying open both lips to taste his tongue. To remind yourself of what it felt like to be wanted in the simplest sense.

Deepening the kiss, he moans and somehow pulls you closer, forcing your chests together as he maneuvers you backwards, stumbling over a raised edge of a rug before practically tossing you onto the floor.

“Years,” he groans then, pulling away to stare down at you with knitted brows and swollen lips, distracting you with that pretty face as he begins to rip the bodice of your dress. “I’ve spent years without this flesh —without this blood.”

His fingers pry at the fabric, peeling back the only layer you have to hide behind until you’re left exposed from the waist up, anxiously breathing at the sight of his hunger.

A sight that leaves you helpless beneath his grasp as he quickly leans forward, palming one breast while holding your face with the other. Beneath him, all you’re able to do is take each touch as it comes, savouring the uncharacteristic softness as his thumb brushes against your nipple, teasing it with gentle swipes as he goes in for another kiss.

Similar to his hands, there’s a strange feeling that comes along with it. As he nibbles your bottom lip, choosing to give you control, you know that something’s off. That instead of displaying the softest version of him you’ve felt in years, he should be punishing you with reckless brutality. Taking what’s rightfully his without so much as a thought.

Because of this, you reluctantly pull away, gasping for air as he hovers above you, still stroking your chest and face.

“Why are you doing this?”

Normally, such a question would result in some sort of punishment. A night of solitary confinement. Perhaps the silent treatment for up to a week.

Back before you realized just how fucked up everything had gotten he used to isolate you for things as simple as this. Forcing everyone around to ignore your every waking move, he found that loneliness was the key to your obedience. The only way to control whatever reckless thoughts entered your mind.

So, it’s surprising when he answers —when he lowers his mouth to give your lips one final kiss before flashing that smirk. “What do you mean?”

You raise your brow and move to sit up, leaning against your elbows as your face contorts in confusion. “Why are you acting like him?”

“You mean me?”

You open your mouth to respond —to fight against his words, knowing now more than ever that you should. Considering the door’s already open for conversation, you might as well get all your thoughts out while you’re able. Because after this it’s apparent, you’ll be stuck all over again, wasting away at the foot of a God who’s anything but forgiving.

“You aren’t punishing me.”

“I’m not.”

“Why?”

His hand explores your face, swiping across skin that hasn’t felt a single touch since your departure. “There’s always time for punishment —for penance,” he tells you, tracing your features with featherlight strokes that have you begging for more as you push yourself upward. “Now that I have you again, there’s far more important things I want before I subject you to what you deserve.”

“Which is?”

He pauses for a while, continuing his ministrations in a way that has you forgetting why you left in the first place. Why, instead of subjecting yourself to the torment of his hand to feel the grace that often coincides, you decided to give it all up.

“I haven’t quite decided yet.”

It’s a simple statement, yet it holds far too much weight against your ears. As he speaks, your heart flutters in your chest nervously, reminding you that this thing between you is nothing more than an imbalance. A tipping scale so unevenly distributed that you’ve lost all hope for rebalance.

Because of this, you don’t fight him when he inevitably leans forward. Nor when he presses a slightly rougher kiss to your lips, biting down with a newfound vigour that splits your lip in half. Feeling the blood pool out, you hardly react when Astarion’s lips begin to suckle the wound, lapping up whatever spills through as he rips away the rest of your clothes, tossing it all aside.

Suddenly cold, you find your arms rising to hold him all over again. Wanting to feel the fabric of his clothes pressing against your bare skin, you grip him tight and groan, relishing in this moment. Enjoying the familiarity of it as something warm blooms across your aching core, fuelling the need for your hips to slightly buck up, making him laugh.

Light and airy, the sound filters through your mouth like smoke, taking hold of your lungs in a way that leaves you addicted. Wanting to chase that past feeling, your hands swiftly lower to his waist, your fingers tucking themselves under his clothes to touch the texture of his scar —to feel the old him amongst all the new.

Realizing this, his movements become suddenly erratic. Forcing himself up with a grin, he then begins to quickly trail down your body, pressing his mouth to every exposed bit within his sightline, making sure to glance up at your heavy eyes and parted lips along the way.

“Mm, still as desperate as ever, my little consort,” he tuts.

Between the kisses he places to your freshly bruised flesh, he releases another laugh that lingers in your mind, further reminding you of him. Of the man you fell in love with. Of the man who swiftly slips between your thighs with little notice, raising the backs to rest against his shoulders.

A sound of shock escapes your lips at the new position, craning your neck to watch him latch onto your inner thigh, suckling the plush through such a guttural moan that it forces your jaw to drop.

“Fucking hell,” you mumble then, prompting his lips to curl into a grin before he’s biting your thigh, forcing his teeth through the tender flesh before you can even think to object.

It feels better than you remember. Almost like a hot flash of pleasure before that familiar coldness kicks in, numbing the space that he suckles with haste. As his lips hollow out to drink whatever he can get, you feel his hand slip against your entrance, knuckles grazing the outer folds of your sex just right.

Bucking your hips again, you feel his movements become one. Each time his tongue licks up, his fingers raise to the top of your cunt, flowing back down in such delicious unison you’re already ready to submit. To surrender yourself to whatever pleasures might await through the pain of your punishment.

So much so that you’re already begging for it. Through gasps that barely hit his ears, your voice whines for more. For more pressure or movement or frankly, whatever the hell he’s willing to give despite how undeserving you are.

“Please, Astarion.”

The moment he hears that little please he’s pulling away, grinning at you with teeth and tongue all covered in your blood.

“I’m sorry, you want me to please you?”

He gently pushes two fingers into your entrance, curling the ends ever so slightly while keeping them still, watching as you press your lips together, unable to speak.

“To pleasure you?”

Slowly, he angles his head to suck your thigh again, dragging a fresh wave of blood through his hungry lips before shifting towards your cunt and licking a tentative strip directly above his fingers.

“To taste you, perhaps?”

His voice is low, droning on in that teasing way that has you looking down annoyed, taking in the way he goes back and forth, debating whether or not to relent. To give in to the indulgence, watching you squirm beneath him. Forcing you to stir in your own prolonged pleasure until he all but sits back up, digging his fingers into the holes in your thigh, telling you you’ll get what you deserve once you’ve come back home.

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The Confident Student Council President 🔞

Author's note: had this sitting in my drafts for about 2 weeks... giggling and twirling hair- this didnt come out exactly the way I want it but I guess I'll cope + ratio

Summary: your stupid ahh male friend asks you to get the shoulder pads (that he forgot) for football practice. however, you werent expecting the student council president to be inside, the man you've been crushing on for quite some time now...

Contains: x reader, Dom! Ver Vermillion, him being super demanding and sweet at the same time, this was inspired by his fucking shower stream (I WAS SCREAMING), theres a bit of plot, praise, smut yet again it's not even a surprise anymore

VER VERMILLION was something to admire. In class, he had a sense of authority to him, but never abused the power he was bestowed with. He was very gentle but stern, like an mature older brother. Ver had no problem putting someone in their place, and it put you in awe of him. You quietly watched him from afar. Noticed every tiny detail about him.

Ver's hands. They're so pretty, but with a single gesture, he could make the whole room silent.

Ver's voice. Calm and low, still somehow heard over the ruckus of the classroom. When he raised his voice in the slightest, everyone knew to shut up.

Ver's smile. He was constantly smiling. A soothing smile that put everyone at ease. He could easily charm anyone within a 10 feet radius with his smile alone.

Ver's face. Sometimes an expression of relief, of slight irritation, of slight happiness. You wondered what expression he'd make if you littered his face with kisses. then you quickly shook the idea out of your head, because it was highly unlikely of ever occurring.

Everyone knew who Ver Vermillion was. Hardly anyone knows you, never the less know of your existence. You were content with that, because you could never be someone near as popular as Ver. Besides, you weren't anything much, just another valedictorian who gets asked the answers to questions.

Speaking of which...

A classmate leans over to your desk, where you sit scrawling down notes. "Psst. Hey."

An internal sigh. "Yes?"

He glances at the teacher before looking back at you. "Do you have the answer to number four?"

"Yes. Right here." You point to your sheet and angle it to him, where he stares for a good moment and nods.

"Thanks."

"No problem."

Back to being ignored again. Not that you minded.

Your attention shifts back to the council president. He was nearly in every single class you had, which you were grateful for. It was nice to observe him. Not in a creepy way. Thatd be weird.

Ver speaks with a student to his left, a small smile on his face, eyes twinkling mysteriously. You pondered what went on that head of his. He had to deal with students almost all the time. How did he deal with it all? Especially the annoying ones. God, what a pain in the ass.

You didn't realize you were staring at Ver until he glances in your direction, eyes locking for a split second. Fear and embarrassment flash through your body as you jerk your head back down, as if you weren't awkwardly staring at the man not too long ago. This happened frequently, to your dismay. Always staring and always caught. No way to escape the council president.

Did he think you were a freak for doing so? maybe.

You didn't look up the rest of the class period.

With a swing of your bag, you hold the bag on one shoulder, adjusting the strap to your liking. You push in the chair and weave through the stream of people out the classroom. You were on your way to meet with a close friend of yours, the only person you considered a "friend" anyway.

He was doing his football practice today, which you usually always came to. You had nothing else better to do anyway. He contrasted your introverted side, him being such a people pleaser. It wasn't a surprise that others began to ship you two together. But you two were just friends. Nothing more. Besides, you had eyes on someone else. And your friend knew that. Constantly teasing about your red cheeks everytime you were in close proximity with Ver. Each time earned him a "shut up!" And a punch to the shoulder.

A small bzzt vibrates in your pocket. With another series of buzzes to go with it. You paw through the one hundred millions of things in your pockets before pulling out the desired object. Your screen lights up to reveal texts from... well speak of the devil.

Hey uh... ik ur on ur way to my practice, but could you get my shoulder pads for me?

I totally forgot abt them

Hurry up coach is gonna kill me

How the fuck did this kid forget one of the most important things of playing such a violent sport? Space cadet...

You respond with a quick "yea" before scurrying off towards the direction of the boys' locker room. You actually had to shove past a couple of people, which you hated to do because that's being an asshole, but you also didn't want your friend to get yelled at by his strict coach.

You halt at door, furtively searching around the place before just rushing inside. You don't need any speculation on your plate along with huge packets of work. Upon seeing no one, you sneak inside.

Now which locker has his stuff in it? You quickly tap out the question and send it. You look around frantically, the "delicious" scent of sweaty men in the air. God, they need some damn air freshener.

You open each locker and judge from the sport bag which one was his. He wasn't answering, causing the anxiety to rise steadily. You really didn't want to get caught in here.

Deciding to calm yourself, you pause and recollect your thoughts. Clearing your mind, your ears pick up the sound of running water. Confused, you approach the sound. Did one of them forget to turn off the faucet? But it sounded more of a shower on, and as you approached, steam exited out the doorway of which you presumed was the showers.

You scratch your head. Who would be in here? All the boys are already outside. Who the hell would be showering right now anyway? One of these football heads must've left the shower on.

You peek inside, squinting through the steam. That has to be some hot water. You peer through the some to see a lean figure under the shower head. The steam clears a bit and your eyes widen.

Rivulets of water roll down his skin, spiraling down from his chest, down his abs, to his thighs, down his sculpted calves. He raises his arms up to run his fingers through his hair, his back muscles rippling with the motion. His arms aren't extremely muscular, but you could tell he worked out. You only could see him from the back, as your gaze traveled further down, your face felt extremely hot and a hundred million thoughts went through your mind.

Ver Vermillion.

You were... spying on the student council president. in the shower.

Oh god. In the shower. He was so...

Fucking hot.

You skitter back, almost slipping on the tile and banging your head against the changing stalls. A hand pressed to your mouth to keep you from screeching. Emotional moment. very fucking emotional. Suppressing your urge to scream on the top of your lungs because oh my god? Thousand hundred question marks?

You hurry back to the locker area, ramming your shoulder hard into a locker after taking a turn too fast. You hiss in pain, rubbing your shoulder.

"Hello?" Ver's voice calls. You curse yourself. "Is someone there?"

Nope nope. You're Casper.

You run into the other hall of lockers as the sound of water slapping tile approaches. You cease breathing through your fingers, your heart like a jack rabbit in your chest. You press your back into the metal, wishing you could just melt into the locker.

"I know you're in here. I can feel the prescence of a soul."

Sheeeeesh... was there anyway of escaping this? you eye the only exit, the only one you entered through. If you sprinted, would he be able to make out your face? He'd probably wouldn't even recognize your back; you weren't anyone extremely memorable or anything.

"Don't even try to run. I'll catch you," Ver says, voice light. "Might as well show yourself."

You sigh, concluding the fact you could not escape unscathed. You edge closer towards the corner of the wall, peering over to look at Ver.

A hand clutching the towel around his waist, he watches you reveal yourself with a flash of surprise and was that recognition? before it was replaced with a stern look.

"Would you like to tell me what you're doing in the boys' locker room?" Ver questions, seemingly not minding the fact he was practically naked. Way too confident to be okay with the presence of a female in his midst. which was very attractive. But not the point.

Your cheeks burn. "...my friend, who is on the boys' football team, forgot his shoulder pads." You tried not to stare for too long.

You shift your weight from foot to foot as he raises a skeptical brow at you. "Why couldn't he get it himself?"

"He's already on the field," you answer lamely. "Plus his coach... is mean."

Ver walks and pauses in front of you, holding a hand up near your chest. You stare, confused. He seems to be studying something before closing his hand. "You aren't trying to be deceitful. However..."

"Yes?" You swallow, the heat becoming unbearable. You could feel the heat resonate off him. A throbbing ache between your legs cause you to squeeze your legs together.

Ver's eyes darken, the hand now cupping your chin. "I can feel your desire. for me."

Hellllloooooo?

Your breath catches, unusable to look away from his startling gaze. "Uh..."

"You've been watching me. You always seem to be looking out for me without knowing. That small box of mochi, my favorite... that was you, wasn't it? And the line of students trying to ask me questions were suddenly cut in half, stating that their questions were answered by someone else." Ver observes your facial expression and you can't help but break eye contact. "I see."

"I can explain?" You whisper quietly, your skin flaming at his touch.

"You can, and you will. You see, I've been watching you as well. I've caught on to you, so I decided to watch you. Always helping others, without wanting anything back. Willing to do anything to help me because..." Ver pauses. "Why?"

"Because..." you falter. Might as well spit it out, right? You gulp again. "Because..."

His eyes bore into you, and it wasn't helping. Maybe he didn't need to know after all?

"Why don't you show me?"

"...What?"

"Show me why."

You stare at the council president. What exactly was he asking? Then it clicked. Oh. But... you couldn't dare to-

Could you?

Just this once. Life is short, right? and he's so close...

You slowly rise onto your toes, closing the distance between you and Ver. Before your nose touches you stop suddenly, the anxiety and nervousness causing you to halt. What if this was a mistake? what if he didn't want to kiss you? what if this isn't what he meant at all? What if-

A small groan exits his lips as Ver grabs the back of your head and pulls you close until his mouth finds yours. Your eyes widen with a gasp and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth.

You whine softly, letting go of all the worries and throw your arms around him tightly. Ver groans once more, his hands gripping your hips as the hot make-out session continues, inappropriate wet sounds echoing through the room.

You stutter backwards and your back hits the locker and continue, tongues dancing together as Ver tugs on your shirt. You pull away, pulling the shirt over your head, and smash your lips against his once more.

Ver's hands roam all over your torso, sliding up your waist to your back, unclipping your bra but not removing it.

He breathes against your neck, "Is this what you want?"

"Yes," you reply, just as breathless.

"Are you sure?" Ver gazes into your eyes, searching for the affirmative.

You nod, leaning to his face to nip at his bottom lip.

He explodes.

Ver throws the bra away with a low growl, biting your neck and eliciting a quiet moan from you. You unbuckle your own pants, the pants dropping down to the floor as Ver sucks love bites all over your delicate skin. One hand fondling your breast, his thumb lightly skimming your tit and a stammered breath escapes you.

"Your tits are already hard," Ver notes, pinching one of them and making you squeal, flushing horribly. "I wonder if..."

A finger presses itself against your clothed cunt and you whimper, holding onto his shoulders tightly. Ver sighs, rubbing circles on your sensitive area.

"I can feel how soaking wet you are... this whole time, you wanted me this bad?" He chuckles quietly, enjoying the way your legs quiver in anticipation. "I'll show you how much I want you too."

His finger slides underneath your panties and meets your clit. You gasp, biting you lip as the council president works his magic on your wet pussy, his ministrations causing you to whimper. Ver kisses your neck, mumbling praises against your skin.

"You're doing such a good job..." Ver whispers, two fingers inside you now and you moan. He pumps the two in and out quickly, his long fingers almost kissing your g-spot and it makes it harder for you to hold yourself up. "Good girl..."

You whimper louder. "Please..."

"Please what, sweetheart?" Ver purrs, somehow increasing speed and your moans increase in volume. "Are you going to cum?"

You nod quickly, the ache growing tenfold. But then he stopped. You open your mouth to ask but when he rips your panties. You squeak in surprise as he hoists you up, your legs instinctively locking around his hips. Ver's towel audibly drops to the floor.

Ver's tip nudges against your hole. He looks at you. "May I?"

"Y-yes," you stammer, burying your face into his neck.

His tip nudges into you, entering completely and bottoms out, groaning. You moan loudly, your walls clenching around his hot cock. He filled you up completely and tears blur your vision slightly. Ver stretched you out deliciously, and he started to thrust in and out.

His nails dig into your hips as he slots his hips up against yours, grunting in your ear and leaving sloppy kisses all over you. Ver kisses you deeply, swallowing your noises as your juices stick between your bodies. You felt extremely warm all over.

His cock drags in and out your walls, pressing against the spot repeatedly. Pleasure racks your body. You rake your nails across his back, toes curled as the council president rams himself into you. The metal door groans against the movement.

"Shit..." Ver mumbles with a small groan. His dick throbs hard inside you as you clench around him. "I'm so close baby, s' close..."

A small whine as the only response you give as you squeeze your legs around him, the only indication of your incoming orgasm. He speeds up, panting hard.

"Cum with me, sweetheart, cum with me," he speaks in one breath.

You nod, lips parted as you lean your head back against the locked. "Yesyesyesyes-"

His seed ribbons inside as your own cum squirts all over his cock, a soft and drawn out moan in your hair as his hips stutter against you. Your legs limp as your chest rises up and down quickly, sweat shining on your skin. It felt awfully sticky down there, but you didn't mind one bit when Ver looked up at you with a soft and affectionate gaze.

He brushes the hair plastered to your forehead away and says softly, "you're so beautiful, you know that?"

"I..." You blush, leaning into his touch. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. Let's clean you up." Still inside you, probably because the man didn't want to pull out just quite yet, he carries you to the showers to wash you up.

THE NEXT DAY...

Ver smiles at you from across the room and you wave, blushing hard. The both of you were officially dating after the... well. Burst of sudden confession you two did.

Your friend, however, was extremely awkward around you and Ver. He was constantly avoiding yours and the president's gaze for some odd reason. You have been meaning to ask him, so you lean close to him.

"Hey, you've been acting weird. What's up? Is it because I didn't get your shoulder pads and got in trouble?" You tease with a small smile.

The tips of his ears go red as he stares down at his desk. "About that..." he clears his throat. "I... did try to get them but..."

Realization hits you in the face like a brick wall. Your entire skin takes on a pink hue. "You-"

"Yeahhhh. I should've stayed put honestly..."

"Oh. My. god."

"Not that I care or anything. Go get some girl, I guess."

"Please shut up."

"Sounds like you two were getting into it pretty-"

You punch him. Hard. A yelp of pain satisfies you and Ver looks over at you two, startled. you smile sweetly.

Greatest two days of your life.

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politemenacephd · 3 months

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Monster!Miguel Vol. 2 (+18)

Ghoul!Miguel O'Hara X GN!Reader Tokyo Ghoul/ATSV Crossover

Masterlist

CW: Blood, Mentions of cannibalism, reader has a vagina.

Content: Established relationship, Oral (reader recieving), Tentacle play, Tentacle penetration, Multiple orgasms, PinV sex, Biting/Consensual blood drinking. Notes: This was my first request! I really hope i did this right, I haven't watched TG in like. over a decade lmao so I did my best, enjoy

‘You can eat me.’

In your bedroom, in the dark, those words hung heavy in the air. They seemed to reverberate long after they’d been said. You swallowed hard and repeated them: ‘You can eat me.’

There was no light in here, spare the faint glow of a streetlamp filtering in through your half-done blinds, and from the safety of your mattress you watched as that cold, white light illuminated the contours of the man sitting at the end of your bed. That muscled creature with the red eyes.

You saw something snaking in the shadows at his back. You heard it slithering.

You should have been terrified, but you weren’t. In fact, your dynamic was strangely flipped. You were calm, collected, while the man before you was anything but. He was the one who looked terrified.

‘No, no’ he repeated. His voice was low.

‘It’s okay’ you repeated. ‘I understand. I understand.’

‘No!’

He raised his voice but immediately doubled over, almost as if some invisible force had punched him in the gut. You could see the pain he was in. The way he kept wincing, even in this dull light. The pain in his eyes was unmistakable. It was that migraine, the start of the feeding frenzy.

You’d been seeing Miguel in secret for some time now, enough that you’d seen this many times before. Every time he’d found a way to stave it off. Blood bags, donated organs, forcing himself to eat that synthetic flesh. Now, though, he was in trouble. He had nowhere else to go.

He needed to eat, and you knew that he could only consume one thing: humans. Your blood, your flesh, your bones, anything you made would do, but it had to be that. It had to be you.

And it could be, because despite your fear, you loved him. You wanted him to survive.

‘If you don’t eat, you’ll do something you regret’ you insisted.

‘Not you’ he repeated.

‘Why not me?’

Your soft platitudes turned to a choke as you saw the man before you reared up to his full glory. His eyes were ringed with black, the red pupils the only clear light. That bloody glow reflected off of every contour on his upper body. You saw the strength, the scars, the sheer size. You saw the faint glimmer of a fang in his mouth as he sneered.

The slithering at his back suddenly settled, and in the dim light you could now see what it was. Eight, slippery, blood-red tendrils, four on each side of his back, long and sharp like a spider’s legs. He suddenly dug them down into the floor on either side of the bed, and with unnerving ease he used them to lift his body.

He reared up and lifted himself onto the bed, his body fully eclipsing yours as he lay across you. You whimpered and flattered yourself to the sheets. His breath hit your cheek; it was hot, and smelled strangely metallic.

‘You know I want to, right?’ he murmured. You felt his breath move from your face to your neck, right over the jugular. When you swallowed his lips could feel your throat moving.

‘I want to—taste you.’

His voice was hoarse and husky. He sounded parched.

‘I know’ you whispered.

‘I think about it, all the time’ he insisted, his hunger clear. You saw the moonlight glinting off of the drool dripping down his jaw. ‘You must be- delicious.’

You shuddered as he licked your neck, one clean move from collar to jaw. His tongue was unnervingly sharp compared to a human, almost cat-like in texture, but the spit he left on your skin was warm and soothing.

A car drove past outside, briefly highlighting the ecstasy on his face. You watched through the haze of neon pink light as he licked his bottom lip. He opened his mouth, and you closed your eyes.

‘But if I ate you, what would be the point?’

Slowly, you re-opened your eyes again. He hadn’t moved. Miguel was looking down with a dreamy gaze, his upper arms shaking as his kagune whipped violently at his back.

‘That would be it. The high point of my life. You would be gone, and I’d never get to taste you again’ he whined. ‘I can’t waste you.’

‘Do it slowly then’ you whispered.

‘You are not—helping’ he rasped. He sucked in air through his teeth as he fought the urge to just sink down on your soft little neck, feeling the sweet, warm taste fill his mouth.

‘Just… okay, what about something small?’ you asked. That certainly seemed to draw him back, as his eyes darted across your body and face.

‘What do you mean?’

‘I can—give you something small.’ You pointed to your wrist, your foot, whatever you could think of in the moment. ‘I can… give you something small, to tide you over.’

Your unending loyalty to him almost brought him to his knees.

He was wracked with that insatiable lust. How could he possibly turn it down? How could he fight the urge to have you so permanently?

The love of a predator for its prey. The need to consume you in every possible sense. Your tears, your words, your blood, your bones, to be inside you and to have you inside him. How beautiful. How honest. How vile.

‘Perhaps, just—a little, blood, could… No. No. First, I want to, try something’ he said gently.

You nodded, eager to do anything to soothe that pain. ‘Yes. Yes, of course, do you—’

‘Take your panties off.’

You froze, still vulnerable on your back with his body planking over your own. You looked up into those ferocious eyes and felt your mouth moving, though no sound came out.

‘W-What?’

‘Take your panties off’ he repeated in that husky voice, ‘take them off, and lie down for me. No moving. If I get too excited, I could—’

‘I know’ you murmured. ‘I-I know the drill.’

Until now you’d only even engaged physically in small ways to avoid setting him off. Using hands, fingers, sparing kisses to stave off the heat. But, he’d never seen you naked before.

Shyly you stripped your panties down. In your bed you were wearing only an oversized shirt and them to cover yourself, so as soon as they were gone you almost fully bare. You felt tingles as the cold air hit you; you were, embarrassingly, already a little wet.

Miguel bobbed his head, gesturing for you to lie down. You did as told.

‘Stay, still’ he repeated. You felt your body tense.

With painful deliberation Miguel used his clawed hands to split your legs apart, fully spreading you before his eager eyes. You couldn’t help it; a whimper escaped your lips. He seemed to enjoy it.

You watched him tilt his head, admiring the barely visible view.

And then, slowly, his head went down. You watched his mouth and nose disappear as he lowered them to your spread sex, his hands still gripped tight to your thighs to keep them apart. You felt just the faintest flicker of fear then.

Miguel lay himself down until he was comfortable. He breathed you in with unabashed perversion, letting your scent fill his sinuses, before coyly opening his mouth. His lips parted and his tongue crept out, and after a moment of hesitation, it brushed your clit.

You jolted violently the moment you felt him. He had to pin you down to stop you moving.

‘Shh, shh. Still’ he barked. He didn’t want the temptation to go further. You panted as you lay back, forcing yourself to be as still as you could. His tongue went back and you bit your lip.

It was so hard to stay put. His tongue was so wet but so rough, and you were incredibly sensitive. You had to lie in absolute stillness as his tongue wound its way through your folds, as his lips kissed and sucked on your clit, as he dared to even push it up inside you.

You felt the cold when he moved, leaving behind his wet little trails of spit. You felt yourself pulsing with fear and excitement.

It didn’t take long for him to get what he wanted. You were inexperienced, and the soft stimulation was too much for your throbbing clit. All too soon you orgasmed in his grip, cumming hard on his tongue as he licked you out.

You stifled your own screams with your hand. You stifled the violent shudders your body was begging to release as it was rapturously filled with that white-hot pleasure, but Miguel wasn’t concerned with that anymore.

He put his tongue inside you as you came, and he licked. He licked up everything he could.

He was after your slick, your taste. He was playing with his food. Like a cat with a mouse in his paws, he let you squirm.

But, it was helping. It was tiding him over. It wasn’t quite flesh but it was sating some of his obsessive hunger. It tasted good. He lapped up your slick and felt that familiar joy at feeding, and even once you’d collapsed back into the sheets he continued.

He continued to lick. He pushed for one more taste.

‘Give me more—please—please—’

You jolted as one of his long, slippery kagune tentacles slithered down and between your legs, sliding under his wet jaw to probe at your cunt. You squirmed a little at the sensation; it wasn’t like anything you’d felt before, more like a tongue than an appendage, with its surface obscenely velvety and smooth.

With a wet squelch it slipped inside you, gently stretching you out. You cried out in shock.

‘More—’

With his long organ now pumping inside you he began to manipulate it against your g-spot, pushing and sliding and coiling until you squirmed. He pushed you until you squirted.

‘Ah—yes, yes—’

He greedily lapped up your slick with his tongue, his body practically shaking as it dripped down his lips and jaw. ‘Yes’ he repeated in a dreamy voice, ‘yes, yes.’

Your body was overwhelmed with pleasure, to the point that you had gone limp in his grip. All you could feel was the slippery conjoined heat of his tongue and kagune aggressively licking and nestling at your pussy, drawing out as much as they could.

‘Tastes so—good—’

One of his other eight kagune slipped up and under your shirt to cup your nipple, eager to stimulate you more. He needed you to gush. He needed you to fill his mouth.

You whimpered, your lips trembling as he held you down. You could feel it moving inside you, not just back and forth but swirling and shifting like a tongue, pushing in deep enough to kiss your cervix. You bucked your hips as it started to nestle in at every spot inside you.

‘Come on… come on…’ Miguel hissed. His tongue hit your clit right as his soft appendage squished at your g-spot, forcing you to cum and squirt for a second time.

He lapped at it desperately, even pulling his kagune out halfway just to lick that too. You whined at the sudden feeling of emptiness as it slid out and drooped, its red surface utterly saturated.

Miguel was fixated on it. The pearly strings dripping and hanging from it, the way it was pulsing softly against your hole as you clenching and twitched. He tasted every bit of it before burying himself back into the sweet nook of your clit.

‘So—delicious—‘

You weren’t sure how many times he forced you to cum for him. It could have been six, or eight? Maybe even ten? You lost count.

He refused to let you go, keeping your body flat on its back and permanently filled with his softly pulsing organs, his weapons, now being used to gently fuck you into submission.

He was practically milking you for orgasms, like livestock in his hands.

You had promised to let him eat you, though. Really, what could you have expected.

‘A-Ah… aha—’ You were struggling to control yourself at this point. You were spasming slightly with each suck, and every time his tendrils wriggled inside you, you felt a little more lightheaded. You were overstimulated to the max.

He let you shudder into another orgasm with nought but a weak and shaky whimper, and at last he withdrew from your body. He licked what he could from your cunt and thighs and from his own appendage before moving back up to your head.

‘May I have your hand, please?’ he purred. You were too weak to raise your hand, but he saw it trembling and went to lift it himself. He held your wrist delicately up to his mouth, and with his fangs he gently pierced the skin between your thumb and finger.

You moaned as he started to suck on the cut he’d made, drawing out a small stream of blood to satiate the last of that hunger. Your eyes fluttered shut.

That was, until he tapped your thigh. You gasped and shuddered back into wakefulness, only to find that Miguel had stripped his own boxers down and was resting his hefty, erect cock on your thigh. His cold red eyes peered down at you in the dark.

‘Mmf…’

He gently started to grind on you, a silent plead for more affection. He wanted all of you.

Shakily, you nodded. ‘Y-Yes, yes. You can- You can have me’ you panted.

Miguel’s eyes narrowed as he shifted your hips. With your hand still in his mouth he positioned himself, and with his own copious spit as lube he started roughly thrusting his own thick cock inside your overstimulated cunt. You could feel it pulsing deep, desperately punching at your cervix.

‘A-Ah… M-Miguel’ you panted. He kept pumping, his eyes dreamy and soft, his lips now stained as he continued to suck what he could.

‘Mmf… Mmfff…’

Between the pleasure and the pain you were lost. You were so unbearably overstimulated, and after the soft dexterity of the kagune tendril it was quite the shock to now be penetrated by something so hard and firm. It pulsed the same, gently smearing you in his pre-cum as he fucked you raw. Somehow, that rhythmic pumping began to relax you once more.

With a moan you lay back, and you let him satiate his multi-layered hunger with your body.

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maximoff-pan · 2 years

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I know you haven’t watched season 4 yet, but how about a fluffy little blurb about steve and the reader being cutesy and all that shit… or maybe even some mutual pining and teasing from robin or nancy or something like that…

i just miss your steve content

hmmmm, I haven’t written for steve in a while, but it feels good to be back. I apologize if this is kind of short and all over the place, I’m more than a little rusty, and getting ready to dip my toes back into the hunky harrington waters…

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 1.4k

warning(s): some swears, no spoilers for season 4 :)

quick a/n: I have no idea what this is, but enjoy this little blurb that has nothing to do with any of the stranger things plot lines whatsoever…

“Oh please.” Robin’s tone is so dismissive, dripping in annoyance as her hand waves in disgust, that you almost flinch. “You and I both know that Dustin and I are only here because you can’t handle the tension between you and Steve.”

“Robin. That’s not—“

She scoffs, loudly cutting you off. “You’re afraid of what will happen if the two of you are alone.”

You puff out a breath of air. “Am not.” You pout like a petulant child, eyes wide and posture defensive.

You feel immature, and okay, maybe it’s because that’s how you’re acting, but you can’t help it. The implication of this conversation is enough for you to want to throw yourself in the lake and drown.

“Talk to him.” Robin pleads, eyes flicking over to the left where Steve and Dustin are dressed in their dorkiest swim trunks, as they lather themselves in sunscreen. They’re laughing, boisterously so. It’s cute, you think. Seeing how close they are.

“Why do you care so much?” The cadence of your voice carries with the breeze.

Robin’s sigh is less than reassuring to you. She knows something you don’t. And you don’t like that. “He asked you on a date (Y/n).”

“What?” Your brows furrow, lips quirking in confusion. You almost laugh. “I think I would know if Steve Harrington asked me on a date.”

A disapproving frowns finds its way onto Robin’s face. “Let me ask you this,” she prefaces, lips pulled into a tight thin line before she speaks again, “did he ask for me to be here today?”

Her question catches you off guard. You suppose he didn’t, but Steve hadn’t specified much of anything when he’d asked you to join him for a fun summer day on the lake, as he’d so jovially put it.

Robin’s eyes narrow at you slowly. “And what about Dustin? Who invited him?”

“I did.” You say, realization starting to dawn on you. “I invited both of you.”

“There you go.” She says, as if waiting for the metaphorical ball to drop.

A moment passes, one, two, three, then:

“This was supposed to be a date, wasn’t it?”

“Mmm.” Robin hums. “He’s been talking about finally asking you for weeks.”

“Oh god.”

Your palms find your face suddenly, your cheeks warm to the touch. “And then I turned it into a group hangout.” You groan externally, face now in your hands, “I’ve screwed up haven’t I?”

Robin smiles, shaking her head in reassurance. “No.” Her eyes are bright. “Not if you talk to him. Just tell him how you feel.”

She places a hand on your arm encouragingly, nudging you forward. You look over your shoulder back to her, silently pleading with her to convince you not to do this. As you expected, she does the opposite, sending you a cheeky wink and an enthusiastic thumbs up.

“Go get him tiger.”

Fuck…

Approaching Steve and Dustin hesitantly, you allow a soft smile to grace your lips. You want to appear as calm as possible. You don’t want them to see how nervous you are. Besides, this is Steve, totally friendly, and definitely not scary, Steve. How could this go wrong?

When you finally reach them, you hear their conversation stop abruptly, Steve nearly smacking Dustin, hushing at him to shut up. You giggle at the interaction, your nerves easing ever so slightly.

“I hope I’m not interrupting.”

Dustin’s quick to jump in, eager even. “No no, of course not.” Smooth.

“Actually, uh—“ your voice drifts, gaze flicking over to the tall brunette. “I was wondering if we could maybe, talk?”

“Me?” Steve doesn’t hide his surprise as he points to himself. “Uh, yeah, of course. That’s—that sounds good.”

You don’t miss the sly smile Dustin is sending in your direction, as Steve grasps your hand and begins leading you towards the dock.

You can feel the sun beating down on your skin, heat coursing through your body. Your palm is sweaty. You hope he can’t feel it as you release your hand from his.

In your other hand, you’ve got your sunglasses and a towel tucked under your arm. Sliding them on, relief floods you as the need to squint instantly dissipates. You bend down to place your towel on the rough wood of the old dock, sighing as you take a seat. Sitting side by side, your knees bump gently, knocking into each other as a gust of a breeze blows by you.

“So,” the staccato click of Steve’s tongue is a nervous habit. A tick he portrays when he’s unsure. “Nice weather huh?”

He’s trying to ease the tension with a teasing tone and an easy smile, but when he notices it’s not working, he frowns.

“Sorry.” He coughs in apology, turtling in on himself. “Um, what did you want to talk to me about?”

Pulling your coverup around your body, you hold your arms tight across your chest. You suddenly feel very exposed, both physically and emotionally. You don’t know if it makes you feel better or worse that Steve is only in his swim trunks. Maybe it’s a little bit of both.

“I uh—“ you take a shaky breath in, trying to steady yourself. “I wanted to talk about today.”

“Okay.” He nods, still a little confused, palms splayed out as he leans his weight back on them in anticipation.

You decide to bite the bullet. If Robin was right, which she almost always is, then Steve has made his intentions with you clear, and you’ve just been too blind to see it.

“I like you Steve, a lot.”

You hear him suck a long breath in, but he doesn’t respond, allowing you the chance to continue.

“I just—Robin told me that when you asked me here, you were actually asking me on a date, which I totally misread by the way.” You’re rambling, you know you’re rambling, but now that you’ve started talking, it’s as if you can’t stop. “And then I panicked and invited her and Dustin because I thought there was no chance you could ever like me like that.”

The shadowy glow from the gaze of your sunglasses casts a beautiful reflection across Steve’s face. “And then Robin told me how stupid I’ve been.” You stop for a moment to chuckle at yourself, a puff of air catching in your throat. “So I thought, what the hell, I may as well tell you how I feel, even if you don’t feel the same, which is totally okay if you don’t.”

Steve can’t see your eyes, but he really wants to. “No pressure, really.” He hears you say airily. You’ve just poured your heart out to him, you’re at your most vulnerable, and yet he’s never seen you more content.

Impulsively, Steve reaches up to your face, pulling your sunglasses off. He smiles at the sight. “You have such beautiful eyes.”

“Oh.” That’s not the response you expected. “Thank you.”

Steve chuckles. You’ve never been good at taking compliments. “That means I like you too, dummy.”

The smile that breaks out onto your face is otherworldly, like nothing he has ever seen before. It’s beautiful, an ethereal creation, like an angel is glowing before him. His heart beats wildly, he wants to remember this moment forever. How could someone possibly care for him this much? How did he manage to get you to like him?

Steve will never be able to fathom it.

You lean your head against his shoulder, sighing in utter happiness. He does the same, his soul singing in joy as a calm silence passes over you. The sound of the water and the wind mixes with the serene passing of time. You don’t need words to know how special this is, how wonderful it feels. Minutes go by, nothing matters but you.

“Hey Steve?” You muse, suddenly feeling bold. He hums in response. “You have beautiful eyes too.”

• • • • •

Watching from the sidelines as the scene before them unfolds, the smirk on Robin’s face grows imminently.

The long-standing bet between her and the young teen boy standing next to her is all but won. Like the true friend (and idiot) he is, Dustin had picked Steve to be the one to confess his feelings to you. Robin obviously and correctly, had picked you.

A soft fuck falls from Dustins lips as Robin’s palm gently claps him on the back. Her eyes meet his with such a confidence, a victorious pride pouring through her gaze. And with the quirk of her lip, she grins.

“Pay up curly.”

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington imagines #stranger thing imagine #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagines

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meraxesmoon · 7 months

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I find it funny to think of yandere daemyra with a darling who rejects all their courtships, as if she gives them the most boring look

warnings: yandere content, poly relationships, but like, forced, i made y/n sort of religious, this is in imagine form, but if you want hcs just lemme know, (name) doesn't like daemon, predatory daemyra

┍━━━━━━━ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗━━━━━━━┑

It's a sin to look at any woman who isn't your wife in a way that makes it look like you want to bed them, and this is precisely why (Name) keeps herself away from the Rogue Prince. She was not the only person Daemon held his sights on, and (Name) found that disgusting, considering his wife was such a beautiful and grace-filled woman. It was clear that they loved each other, of course, but she supposed Daemon wasn't the type of man to be content with only one woman - or man, for that matter (she had seen him eyeing up her cousin at an event a couple of weeks ago). As Queen Alicent's handmaiden, it was none of (Name)'s business what the princess and her consort were doing within their marriage, but she had been dragged into their marital affairs against her will one cool summer night.

The princess was heavily pregnant and was having uncomfortable feelings in her midsection, and (Name)'s Queen had asked her to tend to her. This was no problem. (Name) had helped Alicent through all four of her pregnancies, so she had brewed some special calming tea and grabbed several heavy fur blankets before heading to towards Rhaenyra's room. Knocking her fist against the door, (Name) waited for someone to answer.

It is the prince Consort who answers, standing between the door and (Name). She squints her eyes before motioning towards the many things in her arms. "The queen sent me to soothe the princess. She is having pain, am I correct?" The handmaiden tries to keep herself calm and collected despite her many nerves.

(Name) usually only tended to Queen Alicent and her children, so going to another member of the royal family was out of the ordinary for her. Alicent favored her, and she was thankful for the Queens' generosity, but this time, she wished Alicent would have sent some other servant. She had always found Daemon to be unsettling, and she had heard the rumors surrounding the Rogue Prince. To be frank; she did not like him. However, she was loyal to her queen, and did whatever Alicent requested of her, even if it made (Name) uncomfortable.

"Yes, my child seems to be causing her problems," Daemon replies, his amethyst eyes raking down (Name)'s form as he does so. The other servants wore unflattering clothes, often looking like unpleasant sacks of potatoes, but being Alicent's favorite had its perks. The queen liked to keep (Name) dressed pretty, that was the best way Daemon could have put it, though Rhaenyra had called her ravishing on several occasions. She was always in a nice flowing gown, modest but flattering. Daemon had no problem staring, even after he lets her into the room.

Her dress tonight was black velvet.

How fitting.

"Here, princess, this should ease the cramps," (Name) says softly as she hands Rhaenyra a cup filled with ginger and chamomile tea. "These furs should help with them as well, you should try to keep yourself warm when you're hurting like this, especially since the weather is so cold." She wraps the fur blankets around Rhaenyra's midsection, trying to ignore the burning gaze of the prince as she did so. The princess lets out a sigh of relief, already feeling the pain in her body being alleviated. "Thank you, so much, this has helped tremendously."

Rhaenyra's stare is almost as intense as Daemon's, and (Name) suddenly feels trapped as the princess smiles sweetly at her. She had never found Princess Rhaenyra unpleasant - quite the opposite, actually. However, now she felt frightened by the Valyrian beauty. She looked predatory as she cups (Name)'s cheeks in her soft hands, rubbing her thumb over the surface of (Name)'s cool flesh tenderly. She hears Daemon's breathing next to her ear and she's moved out of whatever daze she had previously been in.

(Name) shoots up from where she was kneeling before Rhaenyra, her face blank as she bows to both of the Targaryen's in the room. Rhaenyra looks shocked and Daemon looks as though he's ready to pounce on her. (Name) knows it's time to leave, before something seriously treasonous happens.

"I must return to my Queen, please have a lovely night."

With that said, (Name) gathers her skirts and leaves the room, fastening her pace down the hallway.

She needed to pray.

i'm so sorry if this isn't what you were hoping for, i got carried away while writing it :')

#cw: yandere blog #cw: yandere content #cw: yandere #yandere daemyra #yandere rhaenyra targaryen #yandere team black #yandere hotd #yandere house of the dragon #yandere imagines #yandere #kay writes #rhxegal

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st4rgzer · 4 months

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FIREWORKS (matt sturniolo)

summary: fireworks aren’t your best friend but Matt’s knowledge of this helps you greatly when they unexpectedly happen.

genre: fluff, a bit of angst

cw!: fireworks if that wasn’t evident, kissing, crowds, use of “y/n” female pronouns.

a/n: kind of long but I hope you like it! (a bit inspired by my conversation with @eyelessdemon last night)

“love, the party is at 8, it’s currently 7:30, are you ready yet?” Matt’s eyes searched my face for any sort of answer as I rapidly put makeup products on my face. I was already rushing so it wasn’t necessarily the best time to remind me of the few minutes I had to get ready.

“Matt, I love you, so for your sake I won’t answer till im ready and don’t have increasing anxiety!” I cautioned, advising him so I wouldn’t end up shouting at him or saying some pressured snarky response, in order for both of our sanity’s to remain intact.

The party, as Matt reminded me, was at 8, and we were already quite late. Turns out we overslept and there was some kind of surprise so it was important to be punctual.

Some minutes, which felt like seconds, passed. Me and Matt were finally able to get in the car, fasten our seatbelts, and head to the party.

I checked myself in the car mirror, reapplying some lipgloss and pushing my lashes up. I huffed, still frazzled by the prior event that felt like being in hell’s kitchen.

“you look beautiful, really, it’s a talent to be able to get ready in so little time” Matt laid his hand on mine, grabbing it reassuringly, trying to ease the anxiety he was aware I got, in any way he knew how to.

“thank you” I smiled at him and planted a kiss on his palm, earning a slight flush in his cheeks from him.

We approached the party with intertwined hands. I took in the view of what seemed to be, more than 100 people, quite anxiously. Everyone seemed to be influencers or content creators. I tugged on Matts arm gently and nodded towards the backyard, where it seemed to be less crowded.

“y/n! you both made it finally” Nicks familiar voice put me slightly at ease, relieved to have at least some tranquility in knowing other people.

“yeah it took sometime but we’re here!” The nerves were evident in my voice, thankfully, the music was loud enough for it to be quickly overlooked.

As the party went on, it got easier, Matt’s figure always looming over me gave me a sense of security, latching onto him when I felt uneasy.

“are you ok?” He whispered, planting a soft kiss on the top of my head, and rubbing patterns on the small of my back.

“yes, surprisingly, this is fun” I smiled up at him. Trying not to think much about the blasting music, distracting lights, and 50 conversations going on at the same time around me.

Our conversation was interrupted by a group of friends telling us we had to go outside. There was a pretty big crowd outside, but if something fun was happening, why would we want to miss out.

Matt’s arm was wrapped around my waist, guiding me through the crowd.

The commotion began to calm down, lights of blue, yellow, purple, and pink illuminated the sky, but the bangs also started.

As soon as the first firework was launched, Matt looked down at me with worrying eyes. He knew I hated them, he had recollection of me having negative reactions towards them. So he almost instantly took action.

His hand found mine and grabbed it tightly. One of my hands covering my ear. He led us through the crowd once again, to the inside of the house. I had my eyes squinted, and my brows furrowed as the fireworks continued to go off, on top of the screeches of everyone watching.

Once we got inside of a room in the house, Matt let go, only to engulf me in a hug immediately after.

“im so sorry, if I knew there were going to be fireworks, I never would’ve brought you out” He stumbled over his words, trying to justify the things he had no control over.

“it’s okay, im okay, I promise” I said, slightly shaken up, but in a much more calmer state after Matt’s reaction, too distracted by my thoughts of wanting to marry him instantly, to process how stressful the prior situation was.

He paused, removing himself from the hug, taken back by my casual reaction, unsure of my words.

“are you sure? like, for real?” He said, cautiously.

I laughed at his untrusting expression, and nodded with a smile. Cupping his jaw and leaning into him, placing a soft kiss on his lips, and grabbing his hand.

“yes, very sure. Only because of you, so, thank you” He smiled at me in adoration and returned the kiss.

We both stayed there a while, watching the fireworks from the window, minus the noise. My head on Matt’s shoulder as he ran his fingers through my hair, and held me just a little tighter every now and then when a louder firework sounded.

Quietly waiting. I yawned as the time went by, resting my eyes “for a few moments” Who cares about fireworks when you have Matt Sturniolo?

a/n: kind of rushed and low key hate it but i’ll try to come up with something tomorrow😭

taglist: @dwntwn-strnlo @gabbylovesreading @lovelysturniolo @ssturniolo @eyelessdemon @stvrni0lo @strniolo @sturniolol

#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo fanfiction #matt sturniolo image #matt sturniolo fluff #chris sturniolo

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tightjeansjavi · 11 months

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𝕓𝕝𝕦𝕖 𝕛𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕤 𝕟’𝕋𝕖𝕩𝕒𝕤 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕤

𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟡

Morning Kisses and Shitty Beer

♡ 𓃗 ♡

Pre! Outbreak Joel x horseback riding instructor f!reader

A/N: this chapter was honestly super fun to write. I love these two and we get to see a lot more of Sarah and Tommy in this chapter as well ♡

~word count: 5.1k~

Summary: Joel Miller, single father; total soft dad has an astronomically enormous crush on you, his daughters horseback riding instructor.

Warnings: fluff, flirting, light touching, something almost happens but Sarah interrupts, sexual tension between Joel and the reader, Tommy showing up unannounced and being his cheeky self, overall just super cute/sweet/feel good vibes throughout the whole chapter. Angst sprinkled in but it’s very minimum. (+18) minors dni!

blue jeans playlist:

Austin, Texas

Early mornings are always so peaceful. So calm, serene. Mornings in spring, and early summer, have always been your favorite. Now you think you might love them even more in a whole new light that has been speckled thoughtfully with Joel Miller. You’re still in a sleepy haze. Limbs placid, tangled in his warmth as soft sunbeams trickle through the billowing beige curtains. A warm breeze kisses your sun speckled skin. Your eyes are blissfully closed as soft breaths elicit past your lips. You become acutely aware of the strong, tan bicep wrapped firmly around your waist. His grip around you is firm, yet soft enough that if you wanted to slip free of his grasp, you could with ease. Not that you want to, of course. In fact, you’d be perfectly content to spend all day in bed with Joel. Your back is practically melted against his bare chest.

You fit together like two puzzle pieces, here under his sheets. His breath lightly tickles the soft hair on the back of your neck. He’s lightly snoring, and the bridge of his nose is firmly pressed against your skin. The soft coo of a Dorning Dove just outside his window distracts your thoughts momentarily as you melt further into his warmth.

Joel stirs beside you. He subconsciously tightens his grasp around your waist, mumbling something incoherent against your soft skin. His eyes flutter as his brain slowly begins to wake and he becomes aware that you’re here with him, in his bed, in his sheets. God, he is so lucky. That is the first thought that flashes through his mind. He is so lucky that you’re here with him now. You are so beautiful. A low hum vibrates deep in his chest as his lips lightly dance across your neck, nuzzling his nose further into you. He takes a deep inhale, exhaling warmly as goosebumps rise on your skin shortly after. “G’mornin’ darlin.’” He rasps. His voice is deep, sticky with sleep, and it is absolute heaven to your giddy ears.

“Good morning cowboy.” Your voice is even sweeter in the morning. Sugary sweet, sticky like molasses and honey. Joel is already praying that he gets to see you in the morning like this everyday.

He gently squeezes your waist. His fingertips lightly pressed against your skin as his lips lightly pepper slow, calculated kisses across your face. His lips ghost across yours momentarily as your hand finds purchase through his soft bed head curls. Threading your fingers through the silky tendrils as he finally kisses you. Your lashes flutter shut as his lips slot against yours. The kiss is short yet sweet. Delicate like the soft morning breeze.

His fingers dance across your exposed hip, and brush across the hem of his t-shirt resting along your stomach. He loves the way his shirt looks on you. His lips slowly detach from yours, and you finally see his eyes. They’re soft in the early morning light. Swirled in warm cinnamon as they look down at you in adoration. He’s propped up on his elbow with a sleepy grin on his face. You can’t help but brush your fingers across his stubble, cupping his jaw gently. His lips press a soft kiss to the underside of your fingertips, lightly nibbling on them.

“Did’ya sleep well baby?” He rasps while his fingers continue to gently brush across your skin.

“Mhm. Best sleep I've gotten in a while.” You have a light smile gracing your face, eyes filled with the same warmth as his.

“Yeah? M’happy to hear that. I think I could get used to this pretty quick. You here, in my bed, lookin’ so goddamn pretty. Got my heart clenchin,’ and it ain’t even half past 7.” He chuckles warmly.

Your heart swells, and you can’t help but gently coax his face towards yours and kiss him again. He hums against your lips as he gently slides his hand around your thigh, and drapes it across his hip. He catches the way your breath hitches in your throat as you kiss him deeper. Neither of you could care less about the apparent morning breath as your tongues tangle together. His breathing grows harder as he pulls you in closer to him. Chests flushed together, he can feel your nipples pebbled through his shirt. Only 2 thin pieces of fabric separate you two from feeling each other completely. It’s all so thrilling to be this close to him and your mind is already turning to mush.

Your hearts are racing as his fingertips grip tightly onto your thigh. He’s nearly pressing against you now as he mumbles against your locked lips. “This’okay? We don’t gotta—”

You steal the breath from his lungs as you search for his free hand. Once you find it, you gently grasp your hand around his and slip it under your shirt. His fingers just barely brush against the soft swell of your breasts when his dad's ears flicker on as soon as he hears Sarah’s bedroom door open down the hall.

He begrudgingly detaches his lips from yours, a string of saliva connects you both momentarily, before the moment has come to an end. He gives you an apologetic smile, brows furrowed into which you lean up and gently press a kiss between the furrowed creases.

You can both hear the soft padding of Sarah’s footsteps approaching the door.

“Hey, Dad? Are you awake?” She lets out a soft yawn. “Who’s car is that in the driveway?”

Joel cursed under his breath, turning his body so it’s facing the door. “Hey, kiddo. Yeah, I’m awake sweet pea. Who’s car is that in the driveway? Uh—it’s uh—it’s..” He’s stumbling over his words and you find yourself rubbing soothing circles into the skin on his bicep, pressing a feather light kiss to the back of his shoulder blades.

The realization hits Sarah seconds later as she lets out a giggle. “Oh my god, did she spend the night? Oh boy! Wait until uncle Tommy hears about this!” She says gleefully.

“Sarah! Don’t you dare and go tell uncle Tommy about this! sweet pea, I swear to god if you tell him!” Joel’s tone is light, and not in the least bit threatening. You can’t help but giggle against his skin, wrapping your arms around him from behind, hugging yourself to his back.

Sarah is in a fit of giggles now from the other side of the door. “Okay. Okay! I won’t tell uncle Tommy. I promise!”

Joel let out an audible sigh of relief as he sinks back into your embrace. He couldn’t help but lightly chuckle at the situation. Was he mad? Not in the slightest. “Thank you baby girl. I really appreciate it. We’ll be down in a minute and then I’ll make ya some breakfast, okay? Can you get the eggs and bacon from the fridge?”

“Do you want me to start the coffee pot as well?”

“Yes please. Thank you sweet pea.”

“No problem dad! Love you.” Sarah’s footsteps can be heard retreating down the hall.

“Love you too baby girl.” Joel let out an exasperated sigh as he fell back against you entirely. He nearly squished you as you let out a squeal as you both fall back into the mattress.

Laughter fills the small expanse of the room and after a few moments, he sits back up with his hands around yours. “Well, it’s a good thing I’ve taught my kid to not just barge into rooms unannounced, huh?”

You’re still hugging him tightly with your cheek pressed against his back. “That would have been a hard one to explain to her definitely.”

He hums, bringing your hands up to his lips as he pressed a soft kiss to the outside of your hand. “Think she’s just surprised cus’ I haven’t brought someone home with me in a really long time. Even when I did, they were always gone by the mornin.’”

“I’m sorry.” You whisper.

He turned his head slightly so he could look back at you. His eyes are stricken with concern as you meet his gaze. “What’re you sorry for darlin?’”

“I know what it’s like to wake up in an empty bed like that. It’s never fun. Even if you’re already aware that it was just a one time thing, y’know? Still end up feeling lonely after the fact.”

Joel nods in understanding. His neck feels a little stiff in this position so he wastes no time to turn his body completely so he’s facing you, and your arms drop around his waist. “Yeah, I agree. It's not a fun feelin.’ I’m really happy that I didn’t wake up this mornin’ to an empty bed. I was honestly..a little nervous that maybe last night was too much. Askin’ you to spend the night and everythin.’”

“Joel, if I didn’t want to spend the night, I wouldn’t have, baby.” Your thumbs are lightly stroking the skin on his lower back comfortingly.

His hands are lightly holding your thighs as he looks at you. His little grin is tugging on the corner of his lips now. He looks so handsome.

“I really wish we didn’t get interrupted like that. I got really good dad ears unfortunately. I wanted to keep goin.’” He admits.

You peck his lips once, then again, and again. “It’s okay, really, it’s okay. I’m not upset about it or anything, I promise. We’ll have plenty of time for all of that anyway.”

“Yeah? You’re absolutely right, we will. I will say, I love the way my shirt looks on you. So fuckin’ sexy. Killin’ a man over here, and you ain’t even tryin.’” He chuckles.

You wasted no time pulling him down over you, kissing him deeply simply because you couldn’t help yourself. You were already becoming addicted to him, and his kisses. His touch ignited a deep fire within you, and you wanted more. “Guess I’ll just have to wear your shirts more often, huh?” You grinned against his lips.

“Fuck, please. You can wear my shirts whenever you fuckin’ want to darlin.’” He kissed you deeper, finding it easy to slip right back into where you left off.

Now you were the one reluctantly pulling away from his kiss. Replacing your lips with your finger lightly pressed against his mouth with a sweet giggle. “C’mon, cowboy. I’m starvin’ for some eggs and bacon.’” You winked playfully.

“Ohhh I see. Hungry for some eggs and bacon, huh? You sure that ain’t all you’re hungry for?” He grins cheekily, raising a suggestive brow at you.

“Oh, I’m absolutely starved for some cowboy as well. Guess we’ll just have to finish what we started another time?” You grin.

“Fuckin’ hell. You’re somethin’ else. Y’know that? Fuck. Next time I might just have to stay at yours just so we don’t have to worry about any interruptions.” He winked back before he slipped off the bed and gently helped you off the crumpled sheets.

Joel can't help but twirl you in the warm sunlight before he’s pulling you right back into his strong arms, holding you close. “If it was just you and I here..i’d say you could go strut downstairs in nothin’ but my shirt..given the circumstances, you wanna borrow a pair of sweats, or shorts? You can keep ‘em of course.”

“Are you always this cheeky in the morning Joel?” Your tone is soft and teasing. You can’t help but smile at him. “Shorts should be fine. Thank you.”

“Mmm. I think you bring the cheekiness right outta me darlin.’” He unwraps his arms from around you before he’s padding off to his dresser. He pulls out a pair of gray fleece lined shorts and hands them to you.

Before you can even slide them over your thighs, he’s grabbing a handful of your ass. His eyes are twinkling as you playfully swat his bicep. “Yeah, I think I definitely bring that side out of you cowboy.”

Once you’re both appropriately dressed, you head downstairs. Sarah has started the pot of coffee and she’s cracking 3 eggs into a pan when you and Joel appear. “Well, it took you both long enough!” She has a bright smile on her face as she looks between you and her dad.

Joel is looking and feeling bashful as he grabs two mugs for coffee, pouring you and him a heaping cup before he’s wrapping his arm around his baby girl and kissing the side of her head. “You shush. Alright?” He chuckles against her hair as Sarah playfully pushes him away.

“You guys good with scrambled? That’s all I know how to make. Last time I tried to fry an egg, I almost burnt the whole house down and dad was capital P pissed.”

“Yeah, cus’ you ruined my favorite pan. I loved that pan. No shells this time, right?” He teased.

“What kinda weirdo has a favorite pan?” You lightly laugh as you take a sip of the warm coffee.

“This weirdo right here. It was the best pan out of all of them. Pristine condition and everythin.’” He let out a dramatic sigh.

“Well just for that, I'm going to make sure there’s extra shells in your eggs dad!” Sarah shot him an award winning smile.

“Yeah, yeah. You go on and do that sweet pea.” Joel’s hand is gently resting along your lower back now as he coaxes you to the cozy looking kitchen table.

Sarah rolled her eyes playfully as she finished up on the eggs and bacon. She grabbed three plates. The three of you are eating contently before Joel of course finds a shell in his eggs and holds it up for his daughter to see.

“Shell.”

“Calcium.” Sarah says with a grin filled with egg.

“Lovely.” Joel gruffly responds with a small grin tugging on the corner of his lips as he takes a long sip of his coffee.

“Well, ain’t this just a sight for sore eyes.” Tommy leaned against the entryway of the kitchen with a big fat grin on his face.

“TOMMY?! The hell are you doin’ here? How long have you been standin’ there?” Joel looks at his bigger brother with an incredulous look on his face.

“Well, yeah. Who the hell else would have a key to your place Joel?” He chuckles. “Figured I would stop by and see how your hangover is treatin’ ya. Then I see a familiar car in the driveway as I'm pulling up, and I think to myself ‘no way’ big brother had a sleepover?”

Joel’s whole face is red now, even the tips of his ears as he narrows his eyes at his cheeky grinning brother. “Yeah, big brother had a sleepover.” He deadpanned.

“Well, if looks could kill..” Tommy winked. He made himself right at home of course as he grabbed a plate and a mug of coffee. “Nice to see ya again sweetheart. Thanks for makin’ sure my grumpy big brother got home safely.” He leaned over the table, swiping a piece of Joel’s bacon with a wink.

“Oh, of course. It wasn’t a problem at all.” You said with a small smile over the rim of your mug.

Comfortable chatter falls between the 4 of you as if you had been in the Miller’s lives for years. It warmed your heart to see just how included you were. You helped Sarah with the dishes when you realized that the horses were probably beginning to wonder where the hell you were. “Shit. What time is it?”

Tommy slides his phone out of his pocket with ease as he checks the time. “Quarter to 9.”

“Shit. I gotta get going. The horses are probably impatiently waiting for me at the gate for their morning grain.”

“I’ll get your stuff from upstairs and walk you out?” Joel was finishing up on drying the dishes.

“Perfect, thank you.”

“No problem darlin.’” Joel dried his hands off before he headed upstairs. He grabbed your phone, purse, and your clothes from the night before.

You say your goodbyes to Tommy and Sarah telling her that you’ll see her at her next lesson. Joel walked you out to your car, opening the door for you like the true gentleman he was. “Hey, thank you again for takin’ care of me last night. I really had a great time with ya darlin.’”

You're wrapping your arms around Joel’s neck and kissing him deeply before he even has a chance to say anything else.

“You’re welcome, and I had a great time as well.”

Joel wastes no time to press you back against the side of your car, arms wrapped snugly around your waist as he kisses you back deeply. “Lemme know when you get to the barn and tell the boys I say hello, kay sugar?” He mumbled softly against your lips.

“Mhm. I will.” You let your arms drape around his neck, playing with the ends of his hair before you reluctantly pulled away. You peck his lips once before you slide into the driver's seat.

Joel leans down through the open drivers seat before he’s gently grasping your face in his warm palms and kissing you once more. “Drive safe darlin.’” He closes the door softly, stepping back as you reverse down the driveway, beeping once with a small wave.

Joel waits till he can no longer see your car at the end of the street before he heads back inside. Both Sarah and Tommy are waiting for him in the kitchen as he locked the door behind him.

“I ain’t wanna hear nothin’ from either of you. You got that? Not one little peep.” He’s trying to be stern with both his daughter and brother, but he’s got a knowing smile on his face that is so goddamn hard to hide. “Go and get dressed for school kiddo. Chop chop.”

After dropping Sarah off at school, Tommy and Joel head to the hardware store together. Joel noticed a weak spot on the pasture fence at the barn, and he was already planning on fixing it up for you, free of charge of course.

“So, you gonna give me all the juicy details of your sleepover or what?” Tommy has his arms crossed over his chest with a small grin on his face.

“Of course you want all the juicy details. Why am I not surprised?” Joel looks over at his brother with an equally small grin.

“Oh ho ho. Well, would ya looky here. Is there a twinkle in your eye that I’m seein?’”

“Maybe there is.”

“Okay, so c’mon. Did you ask her to stay the night or somethin?’’

“Yeah. I did ask her to spend the night. Now before you go and get your head all up in the gutter, lemme explain. So, after you left I was pretty drunk. Not like stumbling and unable to stand drunk but definitely drunk. So she drives me home from the bar, makes sure that I get inside safely, and she even fuckin’ goes as far to take my boots off. I..got in my head a little and said some shit that I probably shouldn’t have. I was just like, in my feelings? I basically told her that I didn’t think I deserved her, and we got into a conversation about it. I don’t know why I didn’t just believe you in the first place, Tommy. She was incredibly understanding and validated my feelings. It was really nice. Like a breath of fresh air. After all that went down, I asked her to spend the night. Nothin’ happened, but it was really nice to wake up with her in my arms honestly.”

“Wow. I told you that she was a good one! This is why you should listen to your brother way more often. I’m really glad that the convo went well, Joel. I’m proud of you for feeling comfortable enough to open up to her like that. I bet she really appreciated it too. I’ll say it till im fuckin’ blue in the face, but you deserve someone who makes you happy. Quite the surprise to see her at the kitchen table this morning. Totally threw me through a loop.

“Yeah, she is a good one. Guess I’m just gonna have to grow a real big pair of balls to ask her to be my girlfriend, huh? I really like her. Sarah does too. I don’t want to get too ahead of myself or anything, but I hope that she sticks around forever. Things of course could change, but I’m really hoping that they don’t.”

“Well, you are absolutely one lucky son of a bitch. Just wanna let you know that. So, nothin’ happened? Damn, I was really hoping for all the juicy details.”

“Nothin’ happened last night, no. This morning however? Got pretty fuckin’ close to doin’ something.” His cheeks were a little flushed down as he tossed a packet of screws into the cart. “I got those really good dad ears though unfortunately. Heard Sarah’s door openin’ down the hall, and that was the end of that.”

Tommy let out a low wolf whistle as he slapped his arm around his brother's shoulders. “Well, I’ll be damned. You got cockblocked by your own kid.” He chuckled.

Joel punched him lightly in the bicep with a little glare. “Yeah well..next time I’m just gonna have to go stay at her place or somethin.’”

“‘Atta boy.”

“Please stop.”

“Never.” Tommy said with a toothy grin.

The week had practically flown by for both you and Joel. Saturday was here in a flash. Date night #2 was on the horizon. Ryder was equally as excited to meet your Texas tall glass of water, and his handsome brother as well.

The rodeo was packed to the brim with spectators. Your best friend Ryder was the talk of the town. Barrel racing was one of the toughest sports in the equestrian world, and Ryder was one of the best in Texas. Her and her Chestnut Quarter Horse named Callus, were a true working team.

Joel had picked you up at your apartment with Tommy riding shotgun. You eagerly ran down the steps, holding your pink cowgirl hat over your hair. You were wearing a denim jumpsuit that certainly would have had any man barking up a tree for you. Joel’s jaw dropped when he got a close look at you, and Tommy had reached over and gently closed his brother's mouth with a wink.

“Hey sweet cheeks? Does that get up you’re wearin’ come in my size as well?” Tommy stuck his head out the passenger window with a grin.

You were absolutely beaming as you approached Joel’s truck. “I don’t believe it does, but I’ll certainly check for ya!” You hop into the backseat, scooting over so you’re behind Joel in the driver's seat. You lean over the seat, wrapping your arms around him as you steal a quick kiss.

“Hello to you too, darlin’” Joel kisses you back, fixing your hat for you as it tips over your forehead. “You are lookin’ absolutely gorgeous.”

“Thanks, cowboy. You’re not looking too shabby yourself.” You wink at him through the rear view mirror.

“Dear god, please get a room. I can’t handle all this flirtin’ you two got goin’ on.” Tommy teasingly said from the passenger seat.

“Oh you hush now, Tommy. You’ll be flirting up a storm with Ryder before you know it.”

“Oh, I know. I’m really lookin’ forward to meetin’ her.”

Once the 4 of you arrive at the rodeo, you find your seats and Joel leaves you with his brother so he can go and get a few beers.

“Hey sweet cheeks?”

You turned your head, looking over at the younger Miller brother with a small smile. “Yeah Tommy?”

“Thank you for takin’ care of my brother. Between you and me, he really likes you. I’m sure he’s told ya that he hasn’t dated anyone in a hot minute, but I’ve honestly never seen him this happy. You’re a real dime a dozen.”

“He..really likes me? Yeah, he did tell me that he hadn’t dated anyone in a long time. I really like him too, Tommy. I really really like him. Your brother is an amazing man.”

“Oh trust me sweets, I know you really really like him.” He chuckled, gently wrapping his arm around you in a side hug.

“I’m gone all of 5 minutes, and you’re already tryin’ to steal my girl?” He hands Tommy a nearly overflowing cup of cheap beer before he hands you yours.

“Hey now! I ain’t tryin’ to steal your girl, big brother. We were just bondin’ a little. Ain’t that right sweet cheeks?”

You thank Joel with a soft kiss on the cheek as he hands you your beer. “Yeah, we were just bonding, baby. I promise.”

Joel brings his arm around your waist, gently pulling you against his side as his hand rests along your hip. “I know darlin.’ I know. I just like to mess with my brother a little.’” He grinned at you over the rim of his cup.

You’re halfway through your shitty cup of beer when the main event starts. The announcer booms over the speaker. Ryder comes racing out on Callus shortly after, waving the Texas flag as they gallop around the brightly lit arena.

“Holy fuckin’ shit. That is your friend?! Oh my god. I’m in love. I’m in fuckin’ love.” Tommy whistles with two fingers.

“Hell yeah that’s her! She’s a stunner, huh?” You said with a small grin.

“I’m about to fuckin’ sweep her off her goddamn feet I swear.”

“Careful Tommy. She might be the one sweeping you off yours.”

“Even better.”

Tommy’s eyes are practically bugging out of his head when he sees your gorgeous best friend up close finally. She runs to you, letting out a little squeal as you pick her up and spin her around playfully. “I’m so happy you were able to make it, babes!”

“Me too!” You hug her tightly before setting her back down on the dusty ground. “You and Callus were amazing as usual!”

“I swear, the crowds grow bigger and bigger each time we’re out there!” Ryder said with a big grin. She looks over at the two Miller brothers, immediately figuring out which one is Tommy and which one is Joel. “Holy shit, you weren’t lying about Joel being a Texas tall glass of water!” She stuck her hand out for him to shake.

“..Texas tall glass of water? That’s what y’all refer to me as?” Joel asked with a raise of his brow in your direction as he snaked his arm around your waist. “I like it.” With his free hand he shook Ryder’s hand firmly. “Pleasure to meet ya. This pretty one here said that you’re gonna sweep my brother off his feet.”

“Nice to finally meet you! Heard sooo much about you Joel. You better keep takin’ care of my girl. Okay? Cause if you don’t..” She made a slicing motion with her finger against her throat.

“All good things I hope? Dontcha worry. I’m gonna continue to take good care of your girl. You got nothin’ to worry about, I promise.” Joel reassured her.

“Good! Now, this is your handsome brother? Tommy? Heard lots about you as well!” She stuck her hand out to him with a big beaming smile.

“Oh, the handsome brother huh?” He chuckled. “Yeah sweetheart, that would be me. Tommy Miller, the obviously hotter brother.” He chuckled, shaking her hand firmly. “Gotta say, you sure are somethin’ easy on the eyes. Gorgeous.”

Ryder lets out a light giggle, leaning in closer to the younger Miller brother. “Oh yeah, you and I are gonna hit it off just fine.”

Tommy was a real gentleman, offering her his arm as she brought him over to Callus who was lightly tied up to her trailer, enjoying a well deserved pan of grain.

“Wow. I knew they were gonna get along pretty damn well, but I’m convinced they’re totally going home with each other.” You looked over at your Texas tall glass of water with a small grin.

“Oh, they are 100% goin’ home with each other. Tommy will treat her real well though. I promise.”

“I have no doubt that he will. She’s totally gonna take him for a ride and I hope your brother is prepared for that.”

“Tommy is prepared for pretty much anythin’ that comes his way.”

Ryder ended up meeting the three of you at a local diner spot in town after dropping Callus off at her barn. Her and Tommy are practically eyefucking eachother in the booth while you and Joel share a strawberry shake and fries. The night takes a fun turn when you all head out to a karaoke bar. Joel is on you all night long. He’s not a huge fan of dancing, but for you? He’ll do anything. You're glued to each other, lips locked on the dance floor. “Somebody to Love” by Queen is blasting through the speakers. You’re singing the lyrics to each other, stupid grins on gracing your faces.

Joel leans in close and whispers in your ear. His voice is deep, warm, and it tickles your brain just right. “You wanna get out of here, cowgirl?” He rasps.

“Don’t gotta ask me twice cowboy.”

Ryder and Tommy are nowhere in sight. You’ve got a sneaking suspicion that they’re doing unspeakable things in the bar bathroom. Good for her, you think. Ryder and Tommy are perfect for eachother.

Joel’s hand is warm in your grasp, fingers entwined as he eagerly pulls you out of the bar and into the sweet summer night air. The stars are twinkling brightly above as Joel twirls you playfully. You can both hear the music blasting through the bar, sending vibrations through your systems.

“Joeeeel. Will you come home with me? We can order food, watch Friends or oooh! Any reality tv on MTV? Like the Real World?” You’re certainly a little buzzed now, but you don’t want this night to end. You’re having so much fun and your smile is contagious at this point.

“You’re so fuckin’ cute. You know that? Yeah, of course I wanna come home with ya. You feelin’ alright darlin?’ C’mon, let’s get you home safe. Get some food and water in ya.”

You let out a sweet giggle as he pulls you into his chest. Your arms wrap around him as you press your cheek against his chest. “I’m so luckyyy.” You singsonged.

I’m so lucky. Joel thinks to himself as he holds you close under the millions of twinkling stars.

I’m so fucking lucky. You both think to yourselves.

They’re so cute. The glittering stars above whisper.

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Hi There,

I loved the convincing dumping ask you did I keep going back to read it all the time! I would really love if you did a part 2 with Itto, Gorou, Diluc and kayea if you don't mind.

Thank you for taking my Ask!

Aww, thank you so much! I feel so honored hearing that<3

I already did a part 2 (so that makes this part 3, holy shit!) where Kaeya and Diluc were involved, but I'll still do the other two. Hope you don't mind that.

Characters Included: Itto; Gorou

Content: gender neutral reader; she/her pronouns for the best friend; cursing; oblivious and dense Itto, but he is whipped for you; Gorou is a sweet and cute boi; dense reader in Gorou's part

Word count: 2,5k words

Thank you so much for the request and hope you enjoy!

Itto

Oh boy.. Itto in a relationship would be so down bad for you

Like, the dude is already dense as fuck. He did not notice that you were flirting with him for the longest time

It took you, literally screaming it to his face, for him to realize

Was over the moon when he knew his feelings for you were reciprocated

absolutely so focused on you and making you happy that he doesn't even pay attention to any other people anymore

You let out a deep, exhausted sigh as you left your workplace for the day. It had been a very, very long day and right now, you wanted nothing more than to see your boyfriend again.

You usually hang around with them after work, since it's a great way to destress and calm down again. Though finding them is an entirely different issue, since they are always somewhere else, very rarely are they found in the same place twice in a row.

So, without having any destination in mind right now, you start walking through Inazuma City, looking at the different trinkets that were being sold at almost every corner.

You did, in fact, stop to by some Dango from one vendor, thinking that the treat might cheer you up as well.

You continued walking through the streets as you were enjoying your food, but you had yet to stumble upon your boyfriend and his gang members.

When you searched almost all of the city, you decided to look for them at the outskirts of the town. But everything there was quiet and peaceful as well, giving you no indication that they were here.

Sighing, you gave up on your idea and decided to instead go for a walk around Byakko Plain, maybe that might help clear your mind. After all, you could always talk and spend time with your boyfriend later, knowing that he would return to your home anyway for the night.

So, with a somewhat lifted mood, you went for your walk, enjoying the quiet, peaceful atmosphere around you as you observed your surroundings. The sun was starting to set, turning the sky into a beautiful bluish-red colour, birds were chirrping all around you, making you feel at ease.

You have been walking for some time and decided to head back to the city again, to go home for the day, when some noise caught your attention.

You soon realized that it was a group of people, talking, not too far away from you. Thinking that it might be some Nobushi hanging around, you went behind some trees for shelter, trying to locate the source of the sounds so you could avoid them until you made it to the city.

However, once you found the source, you recognized the people of the group to be Itto and his gang themselves. Feeling relieved, you left your hiding spot and decided to walk over to them. Upon getting closer, you saw another person with them that you usually didn't see around them very often.

It was one of your best friends who was hanging out with the gang. Which, in and of itself wasn't a problem, even though she never told you anything about that, but what made you wary was the way she was so close to your boyfriend.

It was like she was glued to his side, always looking at him, hanging on every word he spoke. It set you off, but you also didn't want to start any drama, so you shoved those thoughts and feelings into the back of your mind as you approached the group.

Kuki was the first to notice you. She just nodded at you before nudging Itto in his side, apparently too hard for the male. He looked at her, complaining about her action, but Shinobu just nodded her head in your direction.

Confused, everyone followed her direction, now noticing your approaching form. You waved at everyone, but before you got a chance to say anything, a loud yell interrupted you.

"(NAME)!", Itto screamed as he got up from the ground and ran the rest of the way towards you, hugging you and lifting your feet off of the ground, twirling you around a few times.

You laughed as you hugged him back, holding onto him so you wouldn't fall on the ground. Once he sat you down again, he immediately began to tell you about his day, what he and his gang had been up to as he lead you back to the group.

You greeted everyone with a smile, getting one back from everyone in return, except for your friend. She was looking at you with an angry, serious expression, but you decided to pay no mind to it for now.

All of Itto's attention was now entirely on you and the longer this went on, the angrier the look on your friends face got. It didn't take much for you to put two and two together, to figure out why she was out here spending time with Itto and the gang while being glued to him.

Her jealousy was clear to everyone, except the oblivious Oni, since he truly only got eyes for you. In a sense, it made you proud, but it also made situations like these quite difficult sometimes.

After some time of your friend being ignored by everyone, including Itto, she decided to speak up again, asking to talk to him alone about something important.

He just looked at her with a blank face as he just said "Why?"

Her face got a little red, which annoyed you, but you decided to just let this play out for now. You could always interviene if things got too out of hand.

"..it's just something I want to talk to you about."

"Then you can tell me here. I got no secrets from my buddies and especially not from my beautiful partner right here!"

At that, she got even more angry and you, as well as everyone else, had to really try to hold back your laughter at this hilarious situation.

"You know what? Fine!", she said, standing up from her spot, looking down at Itto who was staring at her, but kept sitting on his spot beside you, while all of you observe her.

"I like you, Itto. I like hanging out with you and I don't like you hanging around (Name) all the time!"

She nearly yelled and by the time she was done, she was almost out of breath. Everyone was looking at her in shock, not having thought that she would actually go through with this. Itto, however, still looked utterly confused.

"Well, I like you, too. You're a great friend and fun to hang out with. But.. (Name) is my partner, after all. So they're gonna be around me. That's just how it is. But I'm glad you enjoy hanging out with the gang!"

"Wha..? No, that's not.. Ugh!"

She stormed off, still angry and upset, while you and the others burst out into laughter, holding your hurting stomachs from how hard you were laughing.

"Huh? What was that about? Did I do something?", Itto turned to you, asking, looking utterly confused at the situation. You couldn't help but find him absolutely adorable right now.

The mood soon settled down and you all went home for the day. Your friend, however, avoided you and the gang since then, like you all were some kind of disease.

Not that you were complaining about that outcome at all...

Gorou

Gorou is a very devoted lover

he always wants to be around you. He doesn't necissarily spend the time with you. It's enough for him to be in your presence while the two of you are doing your own thing

sadly, he doesn't often have the time to do so, as the duties of a general are many and his people always need something from him

days off are very rare for him, but when he does get them, he spends every second of it with you, no matter what you guys decide to do

It's finally happening again..

After weeks of not having a day to himself, always on duty, dealing with some issues, Gorou finally has a day off again, issued by the priestess of Watatsumi Island herself.

She often advises Gorou to take some time off, to take care of himself and you, but only when she practically forces him to do so, does he oblige to her suggestion.

You were ecstatic about this, having missed your lover dearly since you only get to see and be with him for short periods of time during his work days. Both you and him hate it, but there is nothing that can be done about it.

So, since now you have a few days all to yourselves, Gorou decided to plan out a few things to surprise and treat you, like you deserve. He's so grateful that you're patient with him, and he wants to show his appreciation for you through this

He had planned the next few days out, knowing exactly what he wanted to do and where to take you, however... there was one problem.

Since neither of you had anticipated him getting a leave from work, you invited one of your friends over to Watatsumi Island to keep you company, letting her stay with you for a few days. And she only arrived two days ago..

Gorou had half a mind to ask her if she would be willing to depart ahead of time so you two could spend the time together, but he didn't want to come across as rude, so he didn't say anything to her. Plus, you seemed to enjoy the time spent with her, and he didn't want to take that away from you, even though the craved for your touch and attention to only be on him.

So, when he next caught you in a minute where you were alone, he went up and spoke to you about his ordered time off. You were thrilled and when he suggested you two go on a walk in the evening, you agreed, saying that you can take some time that you don't spend with her.

Gorou was so happy to hear that, his tail wagging excitedly behind him. You giggle at that, reaching up to softly pet one of his ears.

Archons, he had to hold back a whimper. How much he had missed your touch. How long had it been since you guys last had a real, thorough cuddle session? Too long, Gorou decided on the spot.

But you let go of him not too long after, saying that there was still time for that later on. He pouted a bit but nodded his head, already looking forward to that.

...

A few hours later, Gorou was waiting for you outside your shared tent, since you wanted to put on some other clothes for your walk with him. The two of you had a habit to always wander a bit further out than originally intended when going on a simple "walk", so you wanted to be prepared, just in case.

When you left, his mood immediately brightened upon seeing you. You were just about to leave the camp when your friend spotted the two of you and came up to you guys, asking where you were going.

You explained to her that you were simply going for a walk, so she decided to ask if she could join you guys. Gorou was a bit reluctant but agreed in the end, hoping that he could still enjoy the time with you..

...

It was a total nightmare.

Every time Gorou tried to hold your hand, or walk next to you, or tried anything else, your friend always butted in, shoving herself between you two, ruining every chance Gorou was about to take.

He deeply regretted having her tag along to this. He wished he just declined her request..

The worst part is, you didn't even seem to notice what she was doing. Either that, or you didn't care about it, but Gorou didn't think that that was it, so this only leaves him with the first option..

He pondered and thought about what he could do to even only get a few seconds alone and uninterrupted with you, when he noticed your friend being quite a distance away from you two, and you were right in front of him..

Your hand just hanging by your side as you were looking around the scenery..

He didn't think about it twice and went to grab your hand to hold it in his own, but-

"Look! What's that over there?", you exclaim, running towards something you just saw, effectively getting out of Gorou's reach.

He just stood there, dumbfounded, for a few seconds, before sighing and turning to go after you, when a tug on his sleeve made him stop in his tracks.

Your friend was standing there behind him. He hadn't even noticed her getting close to him.

He wanted to ask her if she was alright, but she spoke up before he could say anything.

"What do you even see in them?"

At first, he was confused at the question. It took him a few seconds to realize what she actually meant with that.

"Why are you even with them? You could do so much better. You deserve someone who actually cares about you, not someone so stupid as them."

"What? Don't tell me you mean someone like yourself?", Gorou scoffed and pulled his arm out of her grasp, but as he looked at her again, he saw her serious expression.

"I do mean myself, yes. I love you, Gorou. I have been in love with you for so long. And I hate that you don't see that. I could treat you so much better than (Name) ever could. Why won't you see that?"

She was starting to get desperate now, grabbing onto his arm again. She attempted to pull Gorou down towards her to kiss him, but he saw this coming and quickly dodged her, pulling out of her grip again, putting some distance between them.

He looked at her, warily, as he chose his next words carefully. "That will never happen. No matter how much you wish for it, I love (Name) and I will always choose them. They are a great partner to me, you know nothing about our relationship. So, if you're only here in hopes of getting with me, then I ask you now, kindly, to leave. If you try to sabotage us any more than you already have, I won't be so kind with you the next time."

After that, he didn't wait for her response. Instead, he turned and walked over to where you ran off to. When you later realized that your friend was not with Gorou, he told you that she went back to the camp on her own as she started to get tired.

He would tell you about everything that had happened, later. Right now... he just wanted to enjoy the time you finally got to yourselves...

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thevirtualvalentine · 9 months

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001. ONE PIECE, RORONOA ZORO.

content warning: drug use, nsfw, spanking, getting destroyed by zoro, cunnilings, maybe more.

plot: you smoke him out and have to deal with the consequences.

a/n: reposting the only fic I had saved, as requested by @kingofthe-egirls it will see the light of day again.

“Like this..?” he asks, plucking the well packed joint from your hands, placing it in between his lips as he takes a slow inhale. Zoro lets the smoke fill his mouth and then his lungs as he tries to mimic your movements.

“Woah that’s en—“ and of course he starts violently hacking, the cloud of smoke that hovered the air smelt loud as it filled your nostrils. The hits you took previously are already settling into a nice buzz as you chuckle much to Zoros dismay.

“W-what’s s so funny” he chokes out in between coughs as he hands you your spliff back, almost dropping it with the force the coughs were shaking his body.

Not to worry, you prepared for this. You didn’t think Zoro was the type to smoke, let alone the type to let you smoke him out. “Here tuff stuff,” you tease while handing him some water you set out earlier, “breatheee” you say while patting his back and rubbing soothing circles, taking another hit as he recovers.

“Oh fuck you,” he says as he watches you ghost the smoke so effortlessly, it was attractive to him the way you handled it with ease for some reason. “Lemme try again,” he challenges, never one to be one upped by anyone. His hands reach for the joint before you tug it away out of his reach.

“Nope. Don’t think you can handle it,” you joke while sticking your tongue out at him. Not wanting to waste your good weed, you take another two puffs before turning your attention back to a very ‘neglected’ Zoro.

“No fair,” he pouts, letting his head rest back against the railing of the ship. As he closes his eyes he feels his mind start to blur, whatever this shit is has a smile creeping up his face. He lets his body relax, shoulders dropping as he exhales through his nose.

“Aw, poor pirate hunter,” you tease while taking the last drag. He huffs at you before feeling your weight shift on the deck. “mhmp,” you tap at his shoulder trying to get him to understand what was happening, but to no avail. He just looks at you all confused tilting his head to the side like a dog.

You didn’t think you could hold it in anymore so you just grab his face, inching in closer as you try to blow the smoke into his mouth. You’ve never been this close to him before so he’s startled by your proximity, brushing your lips with his slightly as he inhales what you gave him.

The way you’re staring at him watching his lips as he inhales the smoke that was just in your mouth makes his head even fuzzier. “What the hell was that woman?” He asks defensively, scared of whatever weird feeling he’s getting in his chest. Must be the weed.

“That,” you say while sitting down on your hands in front of him, “was us shotgunning. Thought it might help you and your weak lungs you big baby,” you say preparing for backlash.

Instead he laughs. Zoro let’s out a genuine belly laugh at your quip about him, coughing a little as he calms down. You’ve never heard him laugh like that before which makes you start to giggle. Now the both of you look like baked idiots on the deck of the sunny as you laugh about nothing. “Be nice, it’s my first time,” he reminds you as he goes to take another sip of water.

The two of you sit around and talk until his high kicks in, you notice him start to space out as he gets used to the feeling. “Feel good?” you ask while pulling him out of his trance, you place a hand on his thigh innocently to ground him. The first few times you smoked you weren’t ready for the way it makes your mind wander. That’s why you wanted to make sure he was holding up alright so he didn’t have a bad high.

You weren’t any better though, a smiling giggly mess as you watch him splay himself out on the wooden planks. “Yeah, just ..” he starts, hesitant to say what’s on his mind. “Hot, I feel so hot,” he finishes while spreading his legs. Your eyes trail down his chest but dart away before you look any further.

You smack yourself to regain your composure. No sexy, shirtless, scar having, built swordsman will tempt you right now. “We can go inside?” you offer wanting to make sure he’s comfortable throughout the entirety of his high.

“N-not like that ..” he stutters over his own words, a rare occurrence for him actually, all of his usual confidence smothered by the growing heat in his body. He covers his face with his forearm, embarrassed about the fact he’s so fucking horny from doing nothing but smoking your weed and looking at you in a way cremates shouldn't.

Suddenly the lightbulb goes off for you, “OH! Oh..? Oh— my god. I forgot to say that,” you blurt out sheepishly, even though you were aware that this happens, it went over your head as you grounded up your bud, packing it into your rolling papers. “It doesn’t happen to everyone but it’s normal..” you say while finally looking at him in the eye. Bad idea.

His rugged breathing causes his chest to rise and fall as his posture leads him to manspread in front of you, imprint on full display. He’s looking at you like you’re his current attraction, but that would never happen .. right..? But he won’t stop eye fucking you, gears turning in his mind as he debates what he wants to do.

“Zoro..?” you say, but he’s not listening. Not when the blood in his ears is rushing so loudly, and all his mind wants right now is to touch you, to feel you on him, to fuck you. He doesn’t want to think, doesn’t want to talk, just you.

When did you two get so close? You notice your knees touching as your body involuntarily gravitates towards him. “If you don’t stop me, I can’t promise I won’t,” he says as a warning. Zoro's unsure of what he’ll do when he gets his hands on you, that’s why he wants to make sure it’s ok now rather than later.

“Who says I want you to?” You whisper, less than an inch from his face. Teasing him as you let your lips ghost his, who knew pirate hunter Zoro could get so needy? Letting lust control his cognition processes is a rare anomaly indeed. Lucky you.

Impatient. He kisses you and it’s all teeth and tongue. While you weren’t against it, you could just pick up on his lack of patience opting to take the lead for him. Immediately you slow the pace down, letting your hands roam into his short pretty green hair as you cup his face, tilting his head so you can deepen the kiss.

He hums in approval as your tongue invades his mouth, all his senses are drowned out by you. Your tongue fighting his for dominance, how you smell so good just like fresh baked cookies n vanilla, your warm breath fanning his face each time you dive in for more.

“More, need more than just your mouth,” he pants with heavy breaths as he wipes your spit off his lips. He’s getting so worked up from a simple makeout sesh, but he needs to satisfy his craving, a sweet tooth if you will.

Zoro is a sight to behold, disheveled hair obviously played with, half lidded heavy red eyes, swollen and puffy lips parted as he asks you to make him feel good.

Your high has made you so cock hungry you just want him inside you now. “Gonna give you everything, all of it,” you practically drool out as you push him back against the railing and crawl up his legs. Letting your drenched kitty sit on top of his lap. His hard bulge pressing against you as you rub against him for any sort of friction. It's desperate and it's hot, but he makes you feel so good you don't want to stop.

His eyes trail from where you’re mounted up to your pretty face, taking you all in. “I love this ass,” he says while slapping your left cheek, gripping the fabric of your jean skirt. He can feel the recoil in his palm as you squeak from the force and it triggers his carnal instincts.

In one movement he's picked you up, throwing your figure over his shoulder as he makes his way across the ship. "Z-zoro hey! What are you doing?" you ask confused, head spinning from how easily he picks you up like you're nothing.

Another loud slap, "takin' this sweet ass somewhere I won't be disturbed," he says and you can do nothing but accept it.

Honestly the way he's manhandling you is kind of a turn on, "no objections here," you giggle while his strong arm keeps you bolted in place. You're like a doll in his hold as he ascends up to the crows nest, locking the door behind him.

You feel your back hit the sofa but not before you're distracted by his hot mouth all over you. Zoro is groaning into your maw with each kiss, shoving his tongue impossibly deeper down your throat. He's on his knees with your legs spread on either side, his hands push your skirt up your waist while sliding himself up further and further.

"Stop teasin' me Zoro," you say while breaking the kiss, you're too hot and needy for just some bumpin' n grindin'.

"Anything you want baby," he says in your ear, the octaves of his voice have dropped a few pitches and it's so sexy. The way he slips in a pet name so casually like he's called you that a million times before is new but not unwelcomed, it sends butterflies to your stomach.

He slips your panties down your hips as he lowers himself eye level with your cunt. It's a bit embarrassing to see him staring so intently at your bare sweetness but hesitations leave you when he pushes your legs bak to to spread you wide open. "Can I?" he's so respectful even though he's visibly throbbing in his pants. Drooping his head and letting spit roll off his tongue onto your already wet cunt as he waits for your permission.

"God yes," you say carelessly, fuck he looks so hot between your legs. You want him to make a literal mess of you. Your hands grip his short tussles as he licks his own spit up and down your slit, shaking his head side to side as his tongue licks you clean.

He's pussy drunk on your taste, flicking his tongue on your clit to get you to moan his name like that again. He keeps pushing the back of your legs further apart just to get a better drink of you.

When his fingers come into the mix? You're shaking. "Ahh- you're so good at this Zoro, fuckkk." you're melting as he brings you pleasure in the form of his tongue and hands. Two thick fingers working in and out of your pussy as he fucks you on his digits, your juices running down his wrist.

He sucks in his cheeks as he devours your clit like it's some kind of sweet treat. Middle and ring finger ripping an orgasm out of you as he prods against your g-spot over and over again. "Just like that, keep cumming pretty girl," he says while reluctantly removes his mouth from your clit. Zoro's enjoying the sight of you panting on his fingers more than he thought he would.

"Gonna fuck you now, yeah? That ok?" he says as he kisses up your jaw, removing the rest of his clothes. You meekly nod as you take in all of him, he looks like he was carved out of marble by david himself. You're unsure if all of that will even fit inside you, but there's only one way to find out.

He resumes kneeling in front of you, holding your legs in his hands as he massages your inner thigh with his thumb. "Gonna make it fit baby, don'worry," he says as if he's reading your mind, holding his heavy cock as he lines himself up with your entrance.

"Shitttt.... hah- and all that work I did to make sure it'd fit," he tuts as he pushes through your tight walls. One of his hands moves from where it was holding your legs open to rub slow circles on your clit as he bottoms out.

Oh fuck does it burn, but it stings so good that you're mewling out for him to move despite the fact it could very well split you in two. "Shhh, you'll get it baby, all of it." He's repeating your own words from earlier and it's vile, showcasing his trademark smirk thats usually reserved for enemies he's about to slice in two.

Whatever this weed is doing for his libido is insane, his thrusts are sharp as they increase in speed. Maybe it's just the truth he's been wanting to deny, those fantasies where he fucks you like a jackrabbit in your room with his fingers down your throat trying not to wake up the entire sunny. But he's here, now, plowing open your cunt wide open, making a mess of you.

How your head turns to the side as you bite your lip, tits bouncing, with your curls framing your face so beautifully does something to him. "Been wanting to fuck this sweet pussy f'so long," he confesses, disregarding all inhibitions. You can't even hear him he's fucking you that good, each thrust filling your cunt up as his tip kisses your cervix.

He pushes your legs all the way back till your knees hit the sofa, ass lifting off the plush surface. "Zo-" but when he plunges back in you’re struggling to even think coherently. He's so deep you're seeing stars with each drag of his cock along your gummy walls.

"Takin' it s'well, knew you could baby. Good girl," he praises as he feels your walls grip his dick like you don't want him to pull out. You're practically folded in half as he uses you like a hole to fuck. "Gooood fuckin' girl," he says letting his head roll back, eyes closing as he focuses on how you feel around him.

He's truly beating that kitty up, the sound of his hips slapping against your ass and the back of your thighs reverberates throughout the room. The only thing drowning that out is how you're crying when he grips your ankles in one hand, making your cunt impossibly tighter. "Oh ff-fuck," is what you think you're saying but it sounds like a jumbled mess as he drills all 5 senses out of you.

"Gonna let me cum all in this pussy, yeah? Fill you up to the brim," he implies while bending over further, tip dragging against your g-spot each time he pulls out.

"Please Zoro, n-ngh.. need it, want it s,bad," you dont even realize what it is youre truly asking for, but you want his load so bad you'll worry about it later.

He grunts hearing that you want, no .. need it. Need him to stuff you full of his seed. He flips you over in seconds, giving you no time to adjust to the new position. He's holding your wobbling lower half by the hips as you're bent over, meant to brace yourself against the sofa with your forearms. He has a perfect view of your ass as your cunt struggles to swallow all of him.

He's making your shit clap, you're fucked dumb into the sofa as he brings you both to your climax. He doesn't even have to rub your swollen clit to coax it out of you, just another slap to your ass that leaves heat in its wake. Drool coming out of your mouth as tears of pure euphoria cascade down your face.

"That's it, cmon, milk it out of me if y'want it," he goads, relishing in the feeling of making you finish a second time. You're spent, knees buckling in his hold as you twitch from oversensitivity. He continues to fuck you senseless until his balls contract and he's spilling his load into you in thick ropes. Your walls are painted white as his thrusts become uneven, curses under his breath barely audible.

As his pace finally slows down, you push your ass back against him to feel all of him again. You could definitely get used to this. Too tired to talk, you show him you enjoyed it by reaching your hand back to touch his abdomen.

"I t..told you," he starts trying to catch his breath, "I wasn't gonna stop." You can only laugh but you're sure you'll have trouble walking for at least three days. He wraps you both in a blanket before taking you to the showers to clean up (and for another round).

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deejadabbles · 9 months

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2. “I don’t think you’re supposed to use the Force like that.”

w/ Rex and a Jedi!Reader 🫣

💙💙-Sev

SEV! I hope you're proud of what this request did to me!! You know I'm weak for Rex, but Rex AND a jedi!reader??? Please take this (surprisingly emotional) filth, I hope you like it.

Prompt is from this list by @saradika

Rex x Jedi!reader 18+ content, minors DNI 800 words (exactly!? dang) Warnings for: blindfolds/sensory play, sub Rex, soft dom reader, inappropriate use of the force, Deeja caring about the ~emotions~ of the sexy times.

The role of a clone captain was…complicated.

On one hand, he was an officer, a complete authority who could make his men fall in line with nothing but a look. On the other, he was bred to follow orders, blindly, if his Jedi demanded it. But the longer Rex served with Skywalker, the more he felt in control. Of his mind, of his body, his destiny. Skywalker, Tano…you, none of his Jedi had ever made him feel like he didn’t have agency.

So, the Captain grew accustomed to being in control.

Rex never knew the pleasures that could come from being vulnerable. He was always in charge, always leading and giving orders, never weak, never at anyone’s mercy. And he certainly never thought he would want to be put under anyone’s control.

Until he was with you.

Yes, you loved handing the reins over to him, you loved giving him the chance to be in full command, to show him you were his in every sense of the word. That he could have anything he wanted from you, and you’d beg him to take more. However, you also loved taking care of him. Loved taking him apart in every sense of the word and showing him pleasures he couldn’t even dream of.

Logically, he knew he was still in your quarters, knew he was safe, that there was nothing that could hurt him here. Still, having one of his essential senses taken away, being cast into darkness sent his skin tinglingly, his ears ringing. His nerves were clawing at him, hissing that danger lurked near by, that he needed to correct the loss before he-

“Shh, you’re alright, Rex, I’ve got you.”

Your voice was there to calm him, hands soothing him with their touch in an instant, like always, sensing anything and everything amiss in his heart and soul.

The Captain almost whimpered at the way your hand stroked his hair, the way it traveled down to cup his cheek, thumb running lovingly along his lip. The blindfold was still so new, but the feel of you put him at ease like warm water on a cold night.

“I know,” was all he managed to choke out, and even that was lost to your kiss when you pressed your lips to his.

He knew his senses of smell and taste hadn’t actually increased, but, having to rely on them in the absence of his eyes made the scent of your skin and sweetness of your lips all the more intoxicating.

That’s what made him whimper.

Rex felt you smile against him and you slid your hand from his cheek to cup his neck, pulling him deeper into the sensation of you. His skin tingled when you ran your other hand down his naked back, fingers barely gracing his flesh.

But then, he felt something else, another pleasant, warm touch across his chest, grazing his pecs, brushing his nipples to draw another whining sound from him. Rex lost all control of his noises when a fourth sensation ran through his hair, making his scalp tingle delightfully.

Only then did you release his lip and he almost lost his will to speak as you covered his throat in gentle, nipping kisses. No, what made him lose his voice was the fact that your hands and the other ghostly touches were still moving across his body; holding him, stroking him, lavishing him with attention that made his neglected cock ache.

“Fuck- cyare,” he breathed, and if it wasn’t for the ecstasy coursing through him, he might have winced at how needy he sounded. “I- I don’t think you’re supposed to use the Force like that, like a toy-”

He let out a guttural moan when a feather-like sensation brushed along his shaft. Maker, he was glad that the blindfold soaked up the tears that sprang to the corners of his eyes.

“Oh?” your tone was teasing, and he turned his head into the sound on instinct, needing to fill all his remaining senses with you as much as possible. “Are you complaining, Captain?”

Rex swallowed hard, barely resisting the urge to buck his hips forward into whatever it was you were doing with your divine gifts. He couldn’t even tell if it was that, or your actual hand that gripped his ass cheek when he didn’t answer right away.

“Rex,” your warm breath brushed his lips, “talk to me, do you want me to stop?” A light, reassuring press of your own lips to his, “Tell me what you want, my love.”

Another desperate sound left him before he could form the words, but thankfully, they came quick enough at your encouragement, “Don’t stop, cyare, please, I need you, all of you.”

And by the force, did you reward him for that.

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yourantag · 1 year

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Zephyr (Ithaqua×Reader)

AN: I typically don't write in the perspective of the reader since it makes it harder to see them as yourself, but I wanted to experiment a bit. I figured it'd be a fun little writing exercise and a way to explore parts of the story that went unseen in "Apricity." So, here is the result of a few hours and mind numbing amounts of self doubt. Also, heads up, reader is a lot more aggressive here than I intended them to be lol Word count: 2.9k words Summary: You love him, but you do so silently. You know he isn't ready yet, so you wait. You'll wait as long as he needs you too. However, even you have your limits.

Many question your relationship with Ithaqua. It's no surprise considering that most survivors and hunters don't get along. Ithaqua is a particularly prickly person at times, but he's kind. If you could describe him in one word, it would be a simple one.

"Zephyr."

Ithaqua has always been like the wind he wields: uncontrollable and unpredictable. A furious tempest in the blink of an eye, but soothed just as quickly with the lightest touch. Despite this, he, for you, has always tried to be good. He raises you from the ground when you feel down, gently pats you to cheer you up, and remains by your side when you need him most. Like a soft breeze at the first call of spring, he's there to remind you of the beautiful future to come.

It's hard not to love him when he's so kind. For all his faults, Ithaqua has never been as bad a person as he'd always feel he was. You know he'll never believe you if you told him so, but you know as well as you know the sky is blue that Ithaqua is good and that he’s your friend. For now, you’re content with that.

It's a bit nostalgic, though, to think of how everything started. You weren't always so close, after all.

The first time you actually spoke to him was in a match. You had been ready to leave through the exit gate when the tell tale sound of a gunshot rang throughout the map. It was particularly loud near you, leaving you a bit stunned. Martha ran past you while you stood in a daze. Cautiously, you glanced behind you, only to feel your heart stop.

You didn't know why you did it- your feet seemed to have moved on their own.

On the floor lay pieces of a familiar white mask, an unsalvageable mess. Not far off, curled up into a ball and covering his face, was Ithaqua. He was frantic, almost clawing at himself in desperation as he muttered things you couldn't understand. What you did know, however, was that his mask was shattered and he was panicking.

Hesitant, you gazed at him for a moment.

The Nightwatch was a hunter. He'd attempted to kill you and your friends this entire match, and in every match before. He was not someone who you were friends with, nor necessarily fond of, either.

However.

The hunters were victims in the manor too. Michiko was unjustly killed, then brought back to life, only to have to live for the sake of harming others. Some hunters enjoyed this lifestyle, but most didn't.

Ithaqua always killed with mercy, never bleeding anyone out and always giving the last survivor the dungeon. However ruthless he could be, Ithaqua still held kindness in the way he conducted himself.

Having made up your mind, you took off your sweater and walked up to Ithaqua. You bit your lip in worry as you looked at his claws. With the way things were looking, he was most certainly going to hurt himself.

Using the courage you'd scraped together, you draped your sweater over Ithaqua and quickly grasped his hands. You expected him to startle, to panic more and struggle against you. Instead, he stilled.

Your heart was beating out of your chest from both the artificially induced fear from the game and your own anxiety. Still, you tried to slow your breathing to let him follow the pattern and calm down. It seemed to work as in a few minutes, Ithaqua was more at ease.

He slowly moved his hands so they were intertwined with yours. You were surprised, but allowed it. Perhaps he needed to be grounded. You weren't going to complain when his hand felt perfect with yours.

It was silent, everyone else having escaped while you remained with Ithaqua. It was a bit awkward, really, but you weren't going to leave him alone. You had always been rather bad at leaving people be, especially when they were in need of assistance.

"Thank you."

It was uttered softly, so much so you almost missed it. You hummed in response as you gently moved away from him. His hands reached out, as though he wanted to keep your hands within his grasp, before hesitating.

You picked up as many pieces of his mask as you could, carefully collecting them. Once you'd gotten a fair amount, you placed the shards in his hands before standing up. As you moved to leave, you felt a tug on your sleeve, prompting you to turn around.

"Please stay." He whispers, and you find yourself unable to say no. His face is covered, but you can practically see the pleading look in his eyes. So, you stay, allowing him to hold your hand again.

The match lasted a long time, just the two of you existing in peace. It felt like an eternity and a moment, the world having stopped to allow Ithaqua solace.

By the end of it, Ithaqua tenderly held your hand and guided you back to the gate. He looked a bit ridiculous with your sweater covering his face, but you didn't say anything about that.

"What’s your name?"

"Ithaqua."

It was a simple exchange, but it had changed everything between you two.

Ithaqua started going friendly more often, yielding his duties to talk to you. You, in turn, sought him out more often outside of matches. The two of you talked about everything and nothing, sharing stories and enjoying each other's company.

It started slowly, yet steadily. With time, your heart started to beat harder and harder every time you saw Ithaqua, but not due to fear. This time, it was due to another emotion, one you never imagined you'd feel in a place like this. You didn't mind, though.

You didn't mind relenting your heart, if it was to Ithaqua.

His soft laugh, his careful touch, and his everlasting presence were things you treasured dearly. Even during the worst of times, he was there for you. When you felt broken and desolate, he'd hold you. When you were angry and unable to express yourself, he'd wait for you to try and communicate your feelings. Regardless of the situation, Ithaqua always stood by you.

Certainly, he'd have his off days where he'd get mad, shout, or say things he didn't mean, regretting them immediately as soon as they were said. Ithaqua always apologized and held himself accountable for what he did. Never did he invalidate your feelings, always being mindful of how he said things. His face would twist into a wince whenever he phrased something horribly, stuttering over his words and clarifying himself.

You found it charming, really. The way he'd immediately relax near you, smile softer, try to be kinder. His face would grow bright every time he caught sight of you, his eyes shining with barely contained happiness. With time, you grew quite proficient at reading his expressions, even when he had his mask.

It was how you immediately realized something was wrong.

It was a chilly winter morning when it started. When you called out to Ithaqua, he tensed up before running away. You found it strange, but thought that he perhaps woke up on the wrong side of the bed and didn't want to take it out on you. Respecting him, you gave him distance, even though your gut screamed at you to chase him. You ignored your instincts and went on with your day.

You couldn't regret that decision more if you tried.

Since then, you hadn't seen Ithaqua. Not in matches, not around the manor, nowhere. It was as though he'd gone with the wind, disappearing to a place you could never reach.

As days turned to weeks, you found yourself falling apart at the seams. Your heart ached in your chest, bringing with it a pain words couldn't describe. It was like having your insides ripped out, leaving a searing, empty wound that only seemed to grow more irritated with each passing day. It reminded you of days where you smiled like no tomorrow, when you were an inseparable duo with him.

It hurt.

It hurt a lot.

Desperate, you'd even gone so far as to venture to the hunter's side of the manor. You asked anyone and everyone if they'd seen Ithaqua or knew why he was doing this, but all they could tell you was that he was gone before they could even go near him. They warned you of his temper, of how he'd grown more violent.

"It'll be fine, dear, I'm sure he'll come around."

Mary looked at you with pity as you wiped away tears of frustration and despair. You knew she wasn't at fault, but you couldn't help but be a bit angry at her. Her pity was not what you needed. Comforting words would be fine, but empty lies were never things you liked. They just promised you things you knew wouldn't happen, made you hope when you knew there was nothing to hope for.

As rumors of Ithaqua's change in temperament grew, so too did your wrath. You were growing tired of this game. He would hide, you would chase, and not even once would you be able to catch sight of him.

You were no fool. You had pondered over what you could've done wrong, what you could've done to offend him, hurt him, scare him, everything. No matter how much you thought about it, you could only draw a blank. That left one option and one option only.

Ithaqua had brought this upon himself.

No matter how many times you tried to convince him, Ithaqua always firmly believed he didn't deserve you. He always saw you as some kind of saint, an angel that could do no wrong. Conversely, he always saw himself as unworthy, horrible, and selfish. Now, you had the results of his thoughts. You could respect his decision, or you could not.

The answer was obvious.

Like hell you were going to let him leave you like this!

He wanted to play a game of cat and mouse? Fine. Two can play at that game.

You ripped paper out of your drawers, writing with a fury that almost tore the delicate sheets. Your tears stained parts of the letter, making words slightly blotchy. Even with your vision blurry, you finished your final sentence and shoved it all in an envelope. With a quick stamp of wax, your letter was complete.

You steel your nerves as you walk down the dark hallway to the Illusion Hall, knowing that she'd be waiting for you there. She always seemed to know what people wanted, and of all people here, she was the only one who could deliver your letter to the baron.

Opening the door, you see Ms. Nightingale seated with tea. She smiles at you, motioning to the seat in front of her.

"I've been waiting."

The frigid winds of Leo's Memory whipped at your skin without mercy. You didn't care about that, however. You had a mission and you were going to complete it.

You made a bargain with the baron, offering him almost anything he wanted in exchange for a singles match with only you and Ithaqua. You were truly willing to give anything if it meant getting that stubborn man to just talk to you.

You knew making a deal with the baron was a horrible idea. Giving him the power to take anything from you? Even worse. Still, you were desperate, reckless, and furious. Ithaqua was once again isolating himself and he was hurting.

You were hurting.

So, you offered everything you had. You didn't know what the baron wanted, so you could only leave it to him to make the choice for you. You couldn't risk the baron getting annoyed with you and refusing you.

Surprisingly, he relented easily. He merely sent you a letter asking you to get Ithaqua back to normal.

Under the glow of night, Ithaqua looked ethereal. His hair was like moonlight, pure silver strands gleaming as they framed his face. His eyes were like the hydrangea that bloomed in the spring, clear and bright.

Ah.

You touch your face, surprised to feel a wetness lingering on your fingertips.

You missed him more than you realized.

In slow motion, you see him turn towards you. He freezes, staring at you as if you're a ghost before he bolts. Your eyes only narrow in response.

In an instant, you're after him.

Your lungs heave with each breath that leaves you, cold air ripping at your throat and choking you along with your tears. Despite this, you continue, far too used to running in such conditions to be hindered in any way.

You watch Ithaqua desperately run away, slipping occasionally but continuing nonetheless. You're gaining distance on him, and soon enough, you'll have him where you want him. With that in mind, you push yourself to keep going, to keep moving and catch that stubborn idiot of yours.

You suppose you're a stubborn idiot for loving him, too.

In a single moment, you have him pinned to the snowy ground. He gasps, breathing heavily as he tries to catch his breath. He looks up at you and you know that if Ithaqua wasn't any less careful, he would've struggled. Your heart squeezes as you realize he doesn't in fear of hurting you.

You desperately gasp for air, but remain gazing at him with an intense look. You don't care about the tears that fall from your eyes or the cold. You only care for the fact that Ithaqua, after over a month of avoiding you, is finally in your sights. You would cry from the thought if you weren't already doing so.

He looks away from you with guilt, and there you see it. You see it in the way his face creases as if in pain, eyes dark and sorrowful. He's certainly thinking of something harmful again. The last time he did that, he left you for over a month.

Not again.

"Stop."

You can practically see him snap out of his thoughts in real time as you bring your hand up to cradle his face. You brush your thumb across his cheek, unable to stop your fondness despite your anger.

"You always look like that when you're thinking something self-deprecating." You whisper, almost choking as you think of how he must have felt throughout this time. You knew better than most how easy it was for both of you to succumb to negative thoughts. Being separated only made it worse, and this whole situation had been just that.

"I don't know why you've been avoiding me, but if it's because of something I've done, I'm sorry. Please tell me what I did, I won't do it again- I'll- I'll make sure I don't over step, or hurt you, or, or-" You cut yourself off, hiccuping as you roughly wipe your eyes. Your tears continue to fall no matter how many times you rub them away, never-ending.

The truth is you do know, that's what makes you cry harder. It pains you to think he hates himself so much he doesn't believe he's allowed to have anyone accept him.

It pains you to think he doesn't believe himself worthy of love.

"It's not your fault." He says gently, tenderly wiping away your tears with the pad of his thumb. He shifts around so he can cradle you, and you let him. As weak as he is to you, you are to him. Though you wish to be angry at him, you can only feel relief and affection so intense it burns you alive. It doesn't help that he looks at you like you're everything he desires, holding you delicately like a treasure.

"I don't deserve you. You're simply too pure- too good for someone like me. I'm not someone kind or patient, I'm cruel and temperamental. You deserve someone who isn't broken, someone whole. It shouldn't be your job to help me, you shouldn't have to deal with my outbursts. I knew you'd never abandon me yourself, so... I left on my own."

He buries himself in your shoulder, unwilling to look at your face. You think that's for the best, since you're sure you're making a face of pure agony.

To know it is one thing, but to hear it from Ithaqua himself that he felt absolutely unworthy of you was another. It ripped open a wound you didn't know existed, bleeding you out as you held him.

Taking a shaky breath in, you resolutely gaze up at the moon. You had come here to give Ithaqua a piece of your mind and you'd be damned if you didn't do so. It was now or never.

"Whether you are worthy of me or not is up to me." You force him to look you in the eye, hands holding his face firmly. "You do not get to make that decision for me. And in my eyes? You have always been worthy."

You watch as tears fall from his eyes, smiling kindly at him as you wipe them away. His eyes tell you practically all that you need, of how much he missed you, how he'd wanted to see you, of how much he loved you.

He lays his heart before you and you, in turn, cradle it gently, swearing to protect it for as long as you live.

He is a gentle breeze, one which soothes your soul. He is the first wind of spring that promises you a better future.

He is zephyr.

He is love.

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bird of prey (tendou x reader) - chapter 2

series masterlist | ao3

Pairing: Tendou x Reader, Bokuto x Reader

Series Summary: Satori Tendou is your best friend, but you fuck for fun.

Chapter Title: Act I, Scene 2 — People I Want You To Meet

Chapter Summary: You and Satori attend a party together after an awkward moment in the car.

Chapter Content Warnings: afab!reader, college au, friends with benefits, no strings attached, angst, car sex, semi-public sex, jealousy, teasing, dirty talk, substance use (casual), mentions of tendou having previous sexual partners

Word Count: 8.6k

A/N: here's chapter 2, im excited to write the rest of this and flesh out the story woo hoo

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Satori has never seen something so lovely. Your silhouette in the streetlight’s dim glow through the back window of his car and the roll of your hips across his. You’re panting like an animal and there’s nothing in the car but the quiet sound of breath and whines.

An hour ago he’d stopped by your place to pick you up. His intentions for the evening had been truly innocent. You were going to go get some food, maybe from the convenience store or from a quick curry house, then eat it before dropping you back off at your house. That was the plan. He’d pulled up in front of your house, you got into the car, and Satori drove away. Somehow, he’d ended up here, parked out at the top of a lookout with the engine turned off, just out of the direct light of the street lamp.

You’re fucking him in has backseat and he’s leaned somewhat uncomfortably against the backdoor. Your legs are on either side of him, back hunched forward, and you’re using one of your hands to brace yourself on the window, the other on his chest.

There’s no real goal to this besides making you cum. He’s not going to toy around or play, and he doesn’t quite feel like teasing you the way he usually would. His hands are spread over your hips, guiding them while you ride his cock with a practiced ease that makes him a little jealous to think about. What? Jealous of himself? He’s not all too sure, but he knows that he feels it, his fingers digging into the soft flesh on your hips.

You whine, letting your head fall forward as you rock the car, hand slipping on the fog covered window. It’s cold out tonight and were you not being so active in the backseat, the car would be too cold to sit in. The outside temperature makes the condensation on the windows look almost impenetrable, save for where your fingers mark and melt the water on the inside and the frost on the outside.

Satori moans unabashedly and his stomach winds into knots. When you reach down to touch his face as if to calm that rising pressure in him, your fingertips are cold. Cool like the window, sending a slight shiver down his back. He laughs a little. A low one from the back of his throat, accented by a slight tremor that almost makes him sound like he’s in pain.

“All right,” he grits out, his fingers digging into your hips. “Come here.”

You push your body against his and Satori’s slender arms wrap around you, pulling you to his chest as he turns you over in the seat. It’s an awkward clamor of limbs and he slips out of you as he does, hissing at the loss of contact.

When he has you on your back, hips settled between the plush and trembling flesh of your thighs, he guides a hand up your forearms. You mold to his touch and connect your wrists to each other. His fingers slide up the skin, holding both of them as he places them on the window behind your head. You look almost hungry, as if his actions were a deliberate tease. Truthfully, he had only been looking to see whether you would obey him or not, and when you do, Satori feels a pleasant hum in his lower gut.

Satori, at times, feels like he has some divine right to fuck you. It’s almost like a gut feeling, this idea that your body belongs to him the same way it might belong to you. Things just tend to fit when he’s inside of you and when you let him have his way, he can’t help but feel that there are other forces at play. Divine ones. Universal forces that draw the two of you together.

At times, he almost feels possessive over you, especially when you are connected to him like this. Realistically speaking, he knows that he has no right. You could get up from underneath him and close your legs, tell him that you’re finished, and he’d drive you home and never utter a word of protest. But there are times when he feels that you and he were specifically meant for this.

He slides his thumb along your jaw, almost as if it were slowly consuming the flesh it touches. Your skin is soft, warm with the flush of exercise, and Satori finds that you delightfully lean into it. Your mouth is dropped open a little, eyes glazed over and full of longing. It’s an expression that Satori quite likes on you. It makes you look almost desperate, needy in a way that you never look otherwise, and were he to think about someone else seeing it, he’d get indescribably jealous.

His thumb hits your lower lip and you open your mouth, making room in yourself once again for him as he pushes it down against your tongue. Spit pools in the well his thumb creates, your mouth watering at the sensation of being touched. It coats the digit, covering it in a wet and glassy sheen. Then, he pulls it from your mouth and lowers it between you two.

Satori momentarily pauses to look at where you connect, your legs spread wide open so that he can disappear inside of you. His cock disappears into your wet body under a patch of pubic hair and he can see the way his lower stomach heaves, causing his happy trail to move as if it were alive. He supposes that it is, seeing that it’s part of him.

You whine when Satori places his spit-soaked thumb on your clit and he lets out a low laugh at the noise you make. Your cunt squeezes him as he fucks you in time with the careful movement of his thumb. Your fingers leave marks on the window, less recognizable in shape compared to the one you’d left before. Random marks caused by the flexing of them, by your grasping for leverage as the movement of Satori’s body rocks your own.

Your hips push up against his, heightening his pleasure as you chase your own and he drops his head to groan. It’s habitual, almost involuntary, and the movement of his finger pauses as he’s consumed by the feeling.

“I fucking love this,” he says into the space between you, leaning forward to catch your mouth.

You nod your response, moaning gently into his mouth as you part your lips.

“Love fucking you,” he babbles. “It’s always good. Always so fucking good.”

He’s not really thinking about what he’s saying. It comes to him in the moment and Satori runs his mouth. It’s not a lie though. Satori does love fucking you. Generally, he loves being around you, but fucking you takes a special place among his favorite things.

“You love fucking me?” you say, grabbing the back of his head and pulling it back down to you. “Only me?”

There’s no real venom in your voice, but you sound jealous. His cock jumps inside of you and he feels a fresh rush of blood in his abdomen. The statement surprises him because, truthfully, Satori isn’t all too ready to jump into bed with anyone else. It’s different with you, better because Satori can really let himself go and you’ll never misinterpret what he says.

“You jealous?” he breathes. “If anyone here should be jealous, it should be me, you know?”

He speaks through a sly grin that makes his words sound slurred and liquor-dipped.

“Hah,” you huff, though it’s more of a pleasure-soaked whine than a response, “and what on earth would be making you jealous?”

His hips still fuck into you at a steady pace, your words interrupted by each flick of his hips up into you, occasionally cut off entirely by the pleasure.

“You’re the one who’s got two,” he drawls, his lips curling up in a smile.

It gives him a kind of satisfaction to know that, even though you’re casually seeing Bokuto, you’re still here with him. It sort of scratches this possessive itch in him, even if it’s a little perverse.

He wouldn’t say that he minds. In fact, Satori cares very little who else you talk to. It would be overstepping the boundaries of your agreement were he to really care all too much about who else you’re fucking. After all, for a while, Satori was fucking other people too. Not for nearly as long, and though you remained the only consistent partner, there was a period in which it happened. Of course, you knew and it never bothered you.

That’s what he likes so much about you and your agreement. You don’t get caught up and when you say it’s just sex, you mean it.

When you’re finished, the two of you lay in the backseat for a moment. Your face is pushed up against his chest, warm breath fanning out over it as you lay directly on top of him. There’s not much space to move around in here and Satori finds that he needs to keep his knees bent to properly fit like this.

He’s comfortable with you and his finger absentmindedly plays with a small lock of your hair, touching it lightly before letting his fingers run down your exposed shoulders. He feels the way goosebumps rise on your skin against him, a shiver that he feels against his own body. Satori hums with satisfaction, the sweat on his forehead beginning to dry.

“Keep doing that,” you mumble. “It’s nice.”

Satori doesn’t offer a verbal response and instead obliges with a small chuckle. His fingers run across the skin of your shoulder and back, consuming space like fire as it creeps up on dry brush. Your breath hitches when his fingers touch your side and you laugh because you’re a little ticklish.

“You’re fun to touch,” he comments, whispering the tease.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” he says.

He’s a bit sleepy now and he’s content to stay here for the rest of the night. The car is humid and the windows are fogged, trapping your body heat inside for the moment. It’ll get cold in a bit and Satori will wrap his arms around you and pull you nearer under the guise of warmth. Yeah, that’ll be nice. He looks forward to it.

Things get like this between you both sometimes. Quiet and calm, as if you could stay like that forever. Sometimes, he’s still inside of you when it does, cock warming between your legs as you drift quietly off into half-sleep.

Satori looks at his hands over your back, turning them over. Moments ago, they’d been all over you, grabbing at your flesh. Pinching and pulling and caressing whatever they could. Now, they are strangely idle, taken over by some low vibration that makes him feel like they are quietly alive with something other than him.

You stir, turning your head to rest your chin on his chest. Satori’s eyes drift down to you, exploring your features before they settle on your gaze. You don’t say anything, sitting there for a moment like you’re waiting for something. Then, Satori cranes his neck forward and kisses you.

It’s gentle, hardly something that hints at a deeper desire, and it betrays an almost romantic fondness that he feels for you in this moment. Your eyes flutter closed for only a moment and when Satori pulls away, they are open again. He searches your face for something—he’s not sure what—before watching as you push up on his chest into a seated position.

“We should go eat,” you say bluntly, reaching forward to grab your underwear and jeans from where they’d been discarding in the backseat of his car.

Satori pushes himself up on his elbows, seemingly in far less of a hurry than you are. “Worked up an appetite?”

You hum your response, avoiding his eyes as you quickly attempt to wrestle on your shirt. You let your arms fall in your lap, your shirt halfway pulled up, leaving your back exposed. Your body language almost reads as turned away from him and in the dim glow of the streetlamp, he can see the calmness of your breathing. Satori doesn’t dare move.

“You know you’re my best friend, right?” You say, not sounding particularly insecure.

“Sure,” he says, nodding his head.

“Friend,” you emphasize and Satori’s eyebrows pull up.

“Right,” he responds, “we’re real friendly.”

You look at him over your left shoulder. Your expression is urgent, almost sad, and it gives your features a quality he’s seen before in tragic paintings. Maybe you’re a little tragic. Not just in expression, but as a person. Maybe both of you are.

“I’m serious,” you say.

“I know,” he says, a bit more insistent this time. “I am too.”

It seems to Satori that you’re a bit more caught up in specifics. Sometimes, he’ll touch you and you’ll shy away, calmly warning him of the line that you’ve drawn so clearly between the two of you. To you, the line is far more important and you very seldom cross it. To Satori, it’s all the same. Touch is touch and sex is sex and he cannot tie strings that don’t exist, so why bother getting worked up over the specifics? So what if he kisses you like that? Or runs his fingers along your air-chilled skin in the backseat of his car?

“So what I’m hearing is you don’t want a round two? Or six?” He cuts the tension deliberately, bored of the conversation.

You blink at him for a moment before smiling and breathing out a laugh. Your head rolls across your shoulder and you reach to shove his chest before pulling your shirt over your head.

“Just put on your clothes already,” you say. “I’m hungry.”

“Mmm, so that’s why we’re being weird and grumpy.”

He leans forward with a grunt and you shake your head. Satori doesn’t even have his pants halfway up his thighs before you’re opening the backseat door and getting out, letting a rush of cool air into the car that feels like it hits Satori in the face.

“Woah, whatever happened to privacy?” He drawls and you look at him after opening the passenger door.

“You’re quick to take your clothes off but so slow to put them on,” you comment. “It’s no wonder we can’t get anywhere on time.”

Satori pulls his shirt over his head and climbs out of the car, walking to get into the driver’s seat. He doesn’t waste time starting the engine, rolling the back windows down to rid the car of any remaining condensation.

“It’s not like we have a reservation for the convenience store,” he snorts.

Satori drives a manual, beat up car. He’d bought it his senior year of highschool after getting a job for the remaining half of the semester that he wasn’t playing volleyball. It’s not a very pretty car, but Satori keeps it clean and in good enough condition, though he doesn’t drive very often. It usually stays parked in his apartment building’s underground lot, out of the way of the sun, snow, and weather until the next time he uses it. He really only does so for you. Not that he thinks about it that way, but when he considers, he realizes that he only ever drives the thing for late night runs with you or to be the occasional designated driver after a long night out.

He throws the car in reverse, placing his hand on your seat and looking behind him as he does so, a small laugh escaping his throat as you huff. You cross one leg over the other in the car, reaching to mess with the settings on the bluetooth so that it’s connected to your phone.

“What?” he says. “This your car now?”

You toss him a sideways glance and laugh, refusing to comment.

As he drives down from the lookout, you stare out of the passenger side window. Satori can see you out of the corner of his eye, barely able to make out the somewhat conflicted expression on your face. He wonders, briefly, if he should pry. He’s strangely worried that if he does, your response will not be one that he likes. Ignorance is bliss after all. It’s a shame that Satori can’t be ignorant when it comes to you.

He picks up on the little things. Changes in your breathing and demeanor that giveaway a larger emotional turmoil. For Satori, the picture practically paints itself and it doesn’t take long for him to have fit together the pieces of a puzzle you hadn’t even realized you’d given him.

“You okay?” he says, tilting his chin in your direction.

“Huh?” you turn to look at him. “Yeah, I’m completely fine. Just thinking is all.”

“About?” He drags the word out.

You shrug your shoulders, the corners of your mouth turning up in a delightfully false smile. “Nothing important, really. I’d tell you if it were.”

Satori nods his head and turns his focus back to the road entirely.

“Jeez, lighten up,” you laugh, throwing your head back against the headrest.

“I would if you didn’t have this expression on your face like you’re in some kinda drama,” he laughs. “Excuse me for giving a shit.”

“Since when have you ever given a shit?” You say. The comment clearly isn’t meant to be harsh, but there’s a strange bite to it that Satori feels at the base of his head and neck.

“You give me too little credit, doll,” he says. The words almost sound slippery and he pauses for a moment before asking again. “So what was it?”

“Post-nut clarity?” You speculate, giving him a lopsided grin and effectively shutting down the conversation.

“Oh, you’re beyond nasty,” he smiles and you shrug your shoulders in response.

The lookout isn’t far off from the city and it’s only a short while before you’re back in the heart of it. He watches as the trees on the hill become a somewhat flat landscape of glowing electric signs and stores.

Satori feels that there’s something he’s not fully piecing together. There’s a piece of information that he doesn’t know, or refuses to accept, obscuring a usually-whole picture from him. It feels almost like dread, a discomfort that Satori is slow to name or recognize.

—

The clock in Satori’s room reads 9:30 pm. It glows red, casting the side of his bed in a dim, hardly noticeable electronic glow. You’re sitting next to him by the window, wearing one of the outfits that he’s seen you in a million times.

It’s open, the double doors of it pushed so that they protrude from the side of the house and you both lean with your backs up against the wall. He looks to the red of the clock and then to you. You’re holding your arm out of the window, a half-smoked joint between your fingers. The gesture does little to keep the smell from making its way back inside, but it’s something and he thinks the natural way you do it makes you look so casual in such a lovely way.

Satori reaches with his free arm to take it from your gentle grip, giving you a little smile as he does. He lifts the burning thing to his mouth and feels the damp spot where your lips had once been, taking a long drag. Wisps of gray smoke float up from the end of it, drifting unevenly toward the ceiling where he imagines it sticks like glue. The taste of it isn’t anything Satori particularly likes, but he does like the way it seems to round him and the world out. It smooths out rough patches, soothing over cracks he finds until everything is delightfully heavy and spherical.

“Party started half an hour ago,” you say calmly as he takes another drag. You seem to suggest that the two of you should get up to go soon and Satori leans his head back with the joint in his mouth.

He finishes taking his drag, pinching it between with pointer and thumb as if to inspect its wrapping before tilting his head back to exhale out of the window.

“Do we have to?” He groans. “I’d much rather stay here and do… other things.”

Satori leans forward, holding the joint away from you as he tucks his face into the crook of your exposed neck. His mouth rests unmoving against it and he inhales, nudging you gently. The high makes the touch feel softer somehow.

“Mmm,” you hum, taking the joint from him and hitting it quickly before extinguishing it on the window sill and setting down the remainder. “You always prefer that. It’s good to get out and make new friends, Satori.”

You’re not chiding him. Your tone is actually rather light, almost as if you agree with him.

Satori has never understood the importance of making new friends. Sure, there’s always people worth meeting, but he doesn’t understand the obsession with excessive collecting. He feels no need to be recognized everywhere he goes, nor does he think that any interactions could be benefitted by adding new people.

He’s not sure why you’re so insistent on spending time with anyone but him or the people you already know. It’s not that he judges you for it, but rather that he can’t seem to get where the desire comes from. There’s no need for anyone else in Satori’s little world and he’s perfectly content to sit here smoking this joint with you forever. It’s already interesting enough.

“They’re always so boring though,” he says into your neck. “This is more fun.”

Satori snakes his hand up your shirt, his cool hand coming into contact with your warm belly and chest. There’s no goal and the touch is casual, feeling you up like he’s done it a million times.

“I know,” you breathe, reaching into your shirt and pulling his hand from it. You momentarily interlock your fingers before letting go. “But I made some promises, so I gotta go.”

You stand up from the window, pulling your shirt down to cover the part of your stomach his hand had left exposed. Satori watches you for a moment, his body sinking into an awkward position against the wall, his tilted head leaning against it.

“To Mr. Popularity?” He grins, his eyes heavy and low-lidded.

“He’s got a name, you know?” You laugh.

Satori leans forward and makes a show of standing up. His limbs feel a little off-centered—a result of the weed, no doubt—and his brain feels fogged up in an almost blinding way. He can tell that he’s squinting and if he looked in the mirror, he’s certain that he’d find his eyes

bloodshot.

“Fine,” he says, grabbing his phone off of the nightstand and tucking it into his pocket. “Let’s go.”

Satori walks up behind you and puts his hands on your hips, snaking them around to the front of you and snapping your waistband lightly against your body.

“But it’s only ‘cause I’m such a good friend,” he hums before letting go of you and smiling at the way you shiver and laugh at his touch.

He’s not sure why he felt the need to touch you at that moment. It felt different from most of the other times he touches you, almost as if he were proving some kind of arbitrary point. Sort of a look what I can do.

“Hey, by the way,” you say a few minutes later as you climb into the back of the cab with him, “I’ve got some friends from my major that’re gonna be there. A few of them want to meet you.”

“Yeah?” He says, scrolling through his phone. “Girls?”

“A few,” you say. Satori can feel that you’re looking at him, but he feels no real need to look up. “I think they’re mostly curious about who I hang out with all the time.”

Satori snorts.

“‘Kay,” he says, “I’ll play nice.”

His voice has a pleasant, teasing quality to it. A kind of tenor that betrays some sort of joke or non serious aspect within the conversation even when he is being completely serious.

“Any of your friends going?”

Satori looks up from his phone at this, raising his small eyebrows and giving you a coy smile.

“Oh come on,” he responds, “You know you’re my only friend.”

You suppress a smile.

“Oh right,” you say. “Those girls from the Pharmacology department aren’t your friends.”

Satori just hums a noncommittal response. He hasn’t spoken to any of those girls in months. Not since soon after he’d started sleeping with you and lost interest in the rest of his toys. He wouldn’t be surprised if they’re upset with him the next time he sees them. After all, messages have gone unanswered and conversations have been dry.

Don’t get him wrong. It’s not that he doesn’t think they’re not worth the time. It’s more like… well, it’s more like Satori isn’t really a good person and he doesn’t see the need to pretend that he is. Besides, most people know what they’re signing up for when they involve themselves with him. His noncommittal, teasing, aloof demeanor usually cues people in on the attitude he takes with physical encounters and it never really comes as a surprise to anyone when things just don’t work out.

He puts down his phone, leaning his head up against the glass of the window. Sometimes, Satori thinks that he might be a romantic at heart. He’s really quite affectionate, more so than a lot of the people he’s been with. Satori likes to touch and to keep, but he never really holds on all that tight and when things start slipping, he finds that he simply lets go rather than holds on.

Maybe it’s about control. There are certain rules and customs that Satori doesn’t quite like to abide by. The whole concept of dating and relationships, he thinks, is twisted by this perpetual idea of normalcy. What’s normal? There’s nothing normal about any of it because love makes people a little crazy. He knows that it would make him crazy. There’s an irritating aspect to courting and the chase which he particularly doesn’t like. This idea of coyness, of behaving in a way that is respectable to others, makes his skin crawl.

He doesn’t appreciate other people’s way of playing the game and though he can’t pinpoint the exact reason, he knows that he’d rather not do it at all than phone it in. With you, he doesn’t have to. He likes the way that you play the game, open-minded to the point that it almost makes you feel detached. Many times, Satori will think to himself that you’re one in the same, but that comfortable distance still prevails. You can be together and entirely separate all at the same time and he never has to pay all too much attention to the labels or semantics of it. Maybe it’s because it’s not real, but any idea of normalcy—of rules—is out of the picture. Satori never stops to think about what’s appropriate, he just does what he wants and you let him. Well, you let him most of the time.

He thinks that makes him a bit of a romantic, as odd as it sounds. It’s a romantic thought, the ability to do whatever he wants without consequence. But he finds that consequences often come creeping up anyway, no matter the agreement or feeling.

—

When Satori is at parties, he gets the distinct feeling of being just outside of the collective. Like a cog separate from the machine, he can turn on his own and affect no one else. Occasionally, you will join him and he’ll get the sudden feeling that you are now two cogs, turning each other but never affecting the whole.

To say that he’s unpopular would be a lie. Satori has many friends, most of them acquaintances, some of them close, but none are as close as you. People know of him and they see him around, though he’s unsure if that’s his own magnetism versus just being around you a lot of the time. You often tell him that he has a gravity about him. You’ve told him before that it almost feels like being sucked into a separate place and that conversations with him often feel like they occur in some liminal space different from where you’d been only moments earlier. He’s not quite sure what that means, but he believes you.

When you both arrive at the party, it is in full swing. His eyesight is pleasantly hazy and the world is well-rounded and muffled. He can hear his heartbeat in his chest over the sound of the music, thumping rhythmically against his ribcage as he follows you through groups of conversing people. A few stop him to say hello, gripping his shoulder with a firm hand and asking how he’s been. Then, they give him a knowing smile as he shrugs his shoulders and grins at them. Short, like-minded exchanges that don’t extend past niceties.

Whoever’s house this is, it’s spectacular. For a college student to live in a place like this is unfathomable to Satori and he briefly wonders if it’s been rented out for the event. That’d be a lot of trouble to go through for a party they weren’t even charged for. Though, maybe he wasn’t charged because he’s with you.

“Satori,” you call as you stand with a group of people, motioning your head for him to follow. He slinks away from the people he’d been conversing with in one fluid motion, coming to stand beside you.

The people you’re with look vaguely familiar and he glances at each of them individually. A girl with cropped short brown hair wearing a white cardigan, one with thin rectangular sunglasses and a particularly stylish look, and a girl with thick curly hair that comes to her shoulders. He raises his eyebrows at them and then turns to you for introductions.

“These are the friends I told you about,” you say, introducing each of them in turn.

“Literature majors?” He grins, tilting his head down as the corners of his lips curl.

“Yup, you the photography major?” The girl with sunglasses, introduced as Yuki, speaks. Her voice is low and husky, and her gaze carries something guarded and judgemental.

“Sure,” he says, shrugging his shoulders. “I’m Tendou, good to meet you.”

Yuki doesn’t respond, interrupted by her friend.

“We’ve heard a lot about you,” says another. Her name is Alice and you smile pleasantly when she talks.

“Alice is an expat from Europe,” you say, almost impressed with the idea.

Tendou grins a little, tucking his hands deep into his pockets. “And she’s a Japanese lit major?”

“Expat is an extreme term to use,” Alice says through a small laugh before giving Tendou a rather pointed look. “I was raised here. Japanese is technically my first language.”

“Mm,” he hums. “So you’re a technical expat.”

“Sure, whatever you wanna call it,” she laughs.

Alice appears to be the most easy going out of the group and she doesn’t seem all too bothered by the somewhat old-fashioned line of conversation. You elbow him lightly in the ribs for his teasing and he looks at you over the tops of his cheeks momentarily.

The girl in the white cardigan, Keiko, is silent, but she looks like she wants to say something. In her two slender fingers, she holds a burning cigarette and when she speaks, Satori thinks that the vice doesn’t suit her at all.

“How long have you two known each other? ____ says it’s been three years but I think they’re lying. They like to keep secrets, you know?” Keiko says.

Satori laughs a little, his small eyebrows pulling up in the center. “Three years sounds about right.”

“So you met in first year?” She tilts her head and takes a drag off the cigarette.

The girl has a particularly innocent look about her and her voice is high-pitched and curious. Still, Satori can see a distinct calculating look in her eyes, one that’s usually characteristic of the people you hang out with, him included.

Satori only nods and Yuki laughs a little, rolling her head on her shoulders as she speaks.

“How did that happen? You’re incompletely different majors.”

“I wonder,” Satori hums, not really keen on rehashing the somewhat boring story. The truth of it is that when he’d started school, his major was undecided. He’d been indecisive about his future then, he still is, but he thinks that his indecisiveness isn’t really all that important to where they are now.

Someone calls your name. It’s a loud, booming voice and when people hear it, they turn their heads and instinctively smile upon seeing who it is. Bokuto approaches the group, carrying three drinks precariously in his arms. They slosh in the cups and Satori watches to see if he’s going to spill any. He doesn’t and you take two from his arms and hand one to Satori.

He takes it and thinks for a moment about how subtly cruel it is to have the guy you’re sleeping with bring a drink to the other guy you’re sleeping with, not that he particularly cares about the logistics of it. If you notice the cruelty, you don’t show it, handing him the drink and then turning to Bokuto.

“You’re back,” you say with a light smile.

He shrugs his shoulders and smiles bashfully. “Someone wanted me to slap the bag, how could I say no?”

The little one, Keiko, looks at Satori as she takes a drag off of her cigarette. Her eyebrows are pulled up a little, like she’s concerned about the outcome of this interaction. Satori just tilts his head down at her and gives her a little grin. Maybe to scare her out of his business, he’s not really sure. She raises her eyebrows quickly and exhales, tossing the cigarette butt on the floor of the veranda and stamping it out with her shoe.

She seems to be the only one of the three who obviously knows about Satori and you, and she’s probably the worst of them at keeping secrets. If the others know, they don’t let on and instead smile amiably at Bokuto. Yuki, the more guarded of them, seems more relaxed speaking to him compared to how she had been with Satori and it wouldn’t be a far off guess for him to assume that she also knows about their unique arrangement.

“Oh, sorry!’ Bokuto says, as if a thought has just occurred to him. “I’m Bokuto!”

He steps forward into the circle, reaching his arm across you to extend a hand. Satori glances at it for a moment before pulling his from his pocket and shaking it. Bokuto’s grip is tight, very firm and bordering on too firm.

“Tendou,” he responds through an even smile, his eyes curled into crescent moons.

“Oh!” Bokuto says, “You’re that friend of theirs!”

Satori nods his head. “That’s what I’m best known as.”

“I’ve heard a lot about you, man,” he says pleasantly and Satori is a bit perplexed by his reaction.

Satori just grins at him through his eyelashes. He doesn’t have a response for that, seeing as Satori has heard very little about Bokuto on account of how tight-lipped you are surrounding your connection to each other.

“Uh oh,” is all he says, shrugging his shoulders.

Keiko giggles a little behind her hand and Satori’s eyes slink down to look at her. She’s covering her mouth with the back of her hand, almost like she’d suddenly hiccuped. Then, she smiles somewhat apologetically.

“Sorry,” she says. “His reactions are funny.”

“What’s so funny about ‘em?” Satori asks, teasing a little. Keiko definitely knows and Satori has found a new target for amusement.

“Keiko thinks everything is funny,” Yuki says, nudging her friend a bit harshly with her elbow. Keiko doesn’t seem to mind this though. In fact, she blushes a little and Satori tilts his head at the perplexing response.

Bokuto looks at this short exchange and then smiles broadly like he’s figured something out. Then, he leans in and whispers something quietly into your ear. You laugh and furrow your eyebrows before quickly shaking your head. Bokuto insists on whatever he’s said and you stand on your toes to speak into his ear. He bends down to listen. His expression goes from confused to a bit surprised and you nod your head and laugh a little.

If your friends notice the somewhat intimate exchange between the two of you, they pretend not to, too wrapped up in their own conversation. Satori gets the feeling that he’s meant to be listening to it, so he hunches forward a little, still watching you and Bokuto from the corner of his eye.

Your connection to Bokuto appears to be in the early stages and Satori feels simultaneously relieved and oddly unsettled. It’s obvious that there is something there, likely in the same way it’s obvious that you and Satori do what you do, and the thought makes him a bit uncomfortable. The perverse idea comes to his mind of you in bed with Bokuto and the fact that he gets to hear the delightful sounds you make. He imagines you wrapped in his bedsheets, panting as Bokuto touches you beneath the thin fabric.

Unsure of why he’s so caught up in the image of it, he shakes out his shoulders and turns his attention to the girls in front of him.

“I’m gonna go get another drink,” he says, interrupting the conversation with the tenor drawl.

“You’ve got one in your hand,” says Yuki and Alice raises her eyebrows in response.

“I don’t like beer,” he gives a sly grin. “But I’d hate to be rude to Bokuto over there.”

“I’m sure he won’t take it too personally,” Alice offers, a grin creeping up on her features.

Satori kisses his teeth and then straightens his back, giving them a small wave. Then, he turns to you and places his hand on your shoulder. His pinky brushes the exposed skin at the base of your neck, close to your pulse point and he leans close to mumble his plan to you.

You glance at him, your face a little too close to his. He can smell your breath, the cranberry vodka mix of it, and it’s warm against his face. Near intoxicating. Satori smiles lightly, pats your shoulder once, and then heads in the direction of the drinks inside.

Just inside the kitchen, there is an island filled with hard liquor and mixers, as well as a keg in the corner and a few cases of beer stacked on top of each other, the bottom packages unopened. Satori hovers over the drink table for a moment. Truthfully, he didn’t have another drink in mind. The beer actually suited him just fine, as he’s not particularly picky about what he drinks with the goal of getting drunk in mind.

For some reason, he just wanted to be away from the conversation, from Bokuto and your friends who seemed to simultaneously know everything and not know anything. Satori likes the way it feels to read people, but he’s both settled and unsettled by being read so plainly himself. Going into a conversation where people know more than him makes him too curious for his own good and if he hadn’t left, he’s certain that he would have stuck his nose somewhere he’d regret.

Keiko’s cigarette smoke clings to his clothes. He can smell it on the worn knit sweater he’s wearing, clinging to the thick stitches. Satori likes to smoke cigarettes occasionally and he doesn’t mind the smell all too much.

“Sorry,” someone says to him as they bump into him trying to slip past.

Satori glances down at whoever it was. She’s considerably smaller than him and she keeps her eyes down as if to avoid conflict, carrying three red solo cups in her arms, half filled with a red liquid. He keeps looking at her, examining the crown of her short blonde hair. He’s seen it before. Then, as if horrifyingly aware that someone is watching her, she tilts her head up slightly.

Big round eyes stare back at him, wide and anxious as if she’s being looked down on by a predator. She looks at him and he looks back, his expression blank as he tries to figure out where he knows this girl from.

“Did I spill something? I’m so sorry,” she starts, glancing around to see if he’d gotten any drink on his clothes. He hadn’t. Satori’s drink still sits comfortably in his cup. He shakes his head and she stares up at him.

It’s like he’s watching a deer caught in headlights and his lips turn up a little. It’s an interesting reaction and he tilts his head as she puts her head back down to look straight ahead and continue a bit faster in the direction she’d been going in previously.

“Hey,” he calls after her, his voice barely loud enough for her to hear over the music. She turns around slowly.

“What?”

Her voice is high pitched and timid, the kind that almost makes you feel bad for speaking to her at all.

“You’re in some of my classes, right?” He says. Satori is actually certain of it. She sits in the back of his self-lead project class, by the window and just behind him, so he can never actually see her.

“Maybe?” She says, like she’s unsure of saying anything definitive.

“You are,” he confirms with a sly grin. “You usually sit by the back right?”

“Oh,” she says, her eyes growing wider as she tilts her head. “You’re the guy with those pictures of that person in bed.”

Satori laughs a little, looking at her with his head tilted down. “So that’s my legacy.”

“Not that it’s bad!” She says defensively. “Just memorable.”

Satori nods a little.

“Your name is Yachi, right?” He tilts his head and he can see that it makes her nervous that Satori knows her name.

“Uh, yup!” She nods. “And you’re…..”

The girl trails off, her face turning red at the fact that she can’t remember his name.

“Tendou,” he concedes, “Satori.”

“Ah, right,” she blushes and glances at her shoes.

Yachi has an interesting air about her. Satori can tell that she’s shy and when he does see her in class or on campus, she almost scurries like a small animal. She reminds him a little bit of a hamster. She’s small and a bit plump in the way that sweet girls can be, and she’s got an innocent face. Her hair is cropped short at the shoulders and her eyes look like wells of anxious emotion. He tilts his head at her.

“You don’t seem like the party type,” he grins.

“I’m not,” she deflates, her shoulders slumping forward. She seems relieved that someone has noticed and taken pity on her. “I’m here for a friend.”

Satori glances behind him. Through the doors, he can see you talking to Bokuto on the veranda. Your friends have wandered off and you’re alone with him, leaning against the bannister and smiling as Bokuto speaks animatedly about something.

“Me too,” he offers, turning back to her.

Yachi glances around Satori’s body, following where his gaze had been.

“Is that the person from the pictures?” She asks, her lips pinched together.

Satori doesn’t answer and just gives her a knowing look. Yachi’s face turns bright red and she glances at him and then the ground, mumbling an apology. He doesn’t really think she needs to apologize. Satori doesn’t really care if people know he takes pictures of you, but he’s not sure if you’d like for everyone to know that you’re the person in them.

Yachi looks at him like she’s waiting for him to say something else. Her mouth is slightly dropped open, revealing the bottom of two large front teeth. He hasn’t really got anything else to say, so he just motions his head in the direction she’d been walking in.

“Your friends are probably waiting,” he grins, getting the distinct impression that she’d wanted to speak to him longer.

“Oh!” She says. “Right! Sorry! Uhm, nice to formally meet you! Sorry again!”

She shrugs her shoulders at him in a makeshift wave and he waves back, lifting his cup and following her figure as she joins two people standing by the back entrance to the kitchen. One of them is a tall, beautiful girl wearing glasses. The other is a surly, average looking guy with a buzzed head who immediately reaches out and grabs Yachi by the top of her head. She squeaks and spills part of the drinks she’d been holding. The dark-haired girl slaps his stomach and takes the drinks from Yachi with a gentle smile.

Satori has never seen those people before, save for Yachi, and he marvels for a moment about how there are people in this world he’ll never meet or see in his life.

He makes his way back out on the veranda, realizing that more time has passed than he intended. When he gets out there, no one is familiar and he sighs deeply before taking a long sip of the drink he’d had to begin with. Satori isn’t uncomfortable being alone and it really isn’t long before he’s found a group of people that he knows smoking in a circle on the lawn. He sits with them and decides to forget for a moment who he’d come to the party with in the first place.

—

It’s a long while before he sees you again and by the time he does, Satori is thoroughly hammered. He’d kept the drinks coming and whatever smoke people offered him, he’d accepted readily. Despite being as intoxicated as he is, Satori seems to have his wits about him. At least from an outside point of view, the only real perceivable difference is that his eyes somehow look even sleepier than they usually do. It’s probably why Semi kept passing him the joint, not particularly worried about Satori’s well-being. Besides, if Satori didn’t want anymore, he’d stop. To him, his limits are very clear cut.

“Hey,” you tap him on the shoulder and he turns his head up toward the sky to find you looking down at him.

Your eyes look pretty from his angle and he has the urge to kiss you. You smile at him, glancing at the people in the circle.

“I wondered where you ran off to,” you say. “You ready to head out?”

Satori’s got tunnel vision and right now, he is only capable of registering you in his field of vision. When he spins around with his legs crossed to look at you, he gets a better picture. Your hair is messy and your mascara is smudged on the right side. Your lips are puffy and swollen, either like you’ve had far too much to drink or you’ve been sucking a little too much face. He frowns, reaching up to touch the side of your cheek. He looks like he’s going to say something romantic.

“I don’t know,” he says through the goofy grin that creeps onto his face, “I haven’t stood up in about an hour. I’m worried I’ll fall.”

You laugh, crouching down. “You won’t fall.”

“Will you catch me if I do?” He says leaning forward, his smile slick and completely conscious of what he’s doing.

Goshiki whistles behind him and you offer an apologetic and somewhat embarrassed look to both him and Semi.

“Sure, Satori,” you say. “Now get up, we’re heading back.”

Satori laughs a little and gets to his feet. He’s actually quite stable and when he tucks his hands into his pockets, he thinks that he probably doesn’t look any different from how he would if he were on campus.

He tilts his head to look at you, examining further the state that you’re in. He doesn’t like that he can tell that you’ve been with someone tonight. It makes him feel unusually needy and somewhat jealous. He hates even more that he knows who it is.

Satori steps close to you and you let him, grinning up at him as he slips a hand from his pocket and wraps it around your lower back. The action is possessive and he pulls your hips flush against his when he does it, resting his head on your shoulder and speaking by your ear.

“We getting a taxi?” He drawls.

This behavior isn’t all too unusual for him when he drinks or smokes, so you laugh and hold his upper arm, mumbling a quiet yeah as you do. Satori knows you well enough to know that he’s probably made you a little wet.

“My place?” He asks, a little needier than he’d intended.

You let out a loud laugh, pulling him away from your body and holding him by the shoulders. “Duh, all of my stuff is there.”

Satori nods sagely, letting the moment of jealous behavior pass. He follows you down the front steps of the house and onto the curb, where it appears that you’ve already called a cab to take you both back to his place. Even in his high state, Satori pulls the door open for you, leaning into his slouch a little more than usual. Then, he climbs in behind you and shuts the door.

You stare out of the window, leaning your head against the glass. Maybe it’s to keep yourself from getting carsick, he’s not sure, but he watches you anyway. You yawn lightly, making a soft sound at the back of your throat.

“Tired?” He asks, resisting the urge to reach across the seat and touch you. He always gets touchy when he’s like this.

“Mhm,” you nod. “It’s bedtime soon.”

Satori chuckles a little. “Seems to me like you’ve already been in bed.”

You narrow your eyes at him, your mouth open in an incredulous laugh. “What’s it to you?”

Satori thinks that’s a stupid question and just closes his eyes and grins a little, settling into the seat and leaning his head to the side.

“Nothing at all,” he responds with a hum.

He can feel you looking at him, but he doesn’t open his eyes, instead forcing his expression to stay in that contented, somewhat teasing, position. Truthfully, Satori thinks that it does matter to him who you sleep with, because it matters that you keep sleeping with him. He likes this arrangement you have and it suits him just fine to continue.

It was dumb of you to ask what it matters as if he doesn’t fuck you three times a week. Even the least sensitive of people could see that. He’s not all too sure why he cares and he furrows his brows lightly as he considers it, snuggling up against the side of the cab door.

Satori can hear you breathing in the seat beside him. You take deep, even drawls of breath that tell him you might be falling asleep. That’s just as well, he may fall asleep too. What matters is that he gets up when the cab pulls up to his apartment, where he’ll take you inside and tuck you into his bed. You’ll spend the night and leave in the morning, apologizing briefly for the intrusion, and then you’ll call him over later in the week when you need it. When you’re wet between the legs and aching, desperate for him to touch you. When it’s over, you’ll tell him he can’t stay for long. Satori, being Satori, won’t even dream of asking to.

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