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xodarling · 10 months

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I just need something with Himiko (HSR) Just getting it doggy style with a strap on and Himiko or the reader to have a major exhibition kink..🥴

like imagine himiko getting fucked behind close doors but she's trying to get Dan or someone else to stay away from coming in the room by talking to them and trying not to moan

Please 🤲

QUIET DOWN - xodarling

includes: what the request says, fem!reader, himeko’s sick of your shenanigans, but she complies anyway cuz she luvs u😘 , insatiable!reader, ur younger than her, lowercase writing, usage of y/n, pet names (hun, darling, mama (not in a weird way), dear)

a/n: okay 🤲

“please, please, please!” right now, you’re begging himeko to have sex with you, again. “honey, we just made love not too long.” she sighs, “hime.. i can’t do it later, i’m busy!” you hit the mattress below you like a little baby having a tantrum.

“okay, hun.” himeko sighs with a slight giggle, she really can’t understand how you manage to have so much energy no matter what you do. once himeko gave you an okay you practically pounced on top of her, strap quickly put on since it wasn’t too far away.

you quickly discarded her clothing, and attacked her already bruised neck, adding even more bruises. himeko softly moans as your lips press against the skin of her neck, relaxing as you take your time littering her skin with hickeys.

you grab her tits, playing with the fat surrounding the nipple and then the nipple itself. you take a bite into her milky flesh, leaving a bite mark on of her boobs.

himeko sighs as you take your time sucking and biting her tits. once you had your fill you go lower and lower, kissing her stomach and then her cunt. “mama, you’re dripping.” you run a finger over her slit, “of course i am, you treat me so well.” himeko sighs out.

you then position the plastic tip on top of her cunt and push it in quickly. himeko yelps out once you fully push the strap-on inside of her, her walls being stretched by your dick. once you bottom out inside her you give her no time to react and start plowing your hips into her in an animalistic way.

himeko’s back completely arches, her moans are bouncing off the walls while her chest jiggles with every thrust. a loud moan rips itself out her throat once you hit that spongy spot inside her walls, yelps and whines get louder the more you hit her g-spot. himeko felt her orgasm approaching at a rapid pace your thrusts increasing in tenfold, just a little more and she’ll cum.

“himeko? are you alright?” you stopped thrusting once you heard that calm voice speaking behind the door, before himeko could respond you turn her around, her ass in full display for you to see. “dan heng.. hnghh, what are you— doing here?” himeko bites her lip to conceal any sort of noise that she makes.

you start thrusting, quickly but not harshly to not make any sort of skin slapping happen. “i heard sounds coming from your room, i just wanted to see if you were okay.” how sweet of dan heng, worrying about his fellow express member, completely unaware of what’s happening behind that door.

you quicken your thrusts making them light and fast, “it sounded like someone was in pain.” dan heng added to the end of his sentence, himeko was face planted into her bed, her back completely arched and eyes were rolled back and brimmed with tears. “ah.. no! no, everything’s fine.. don’t worry.. hngh..”

himeko somehow manages to yelp out, the tip of your silicone dick repeatedly hits her g-spot, her back arching with how much pleasure you’re giving her, the fact that someone’s outside, completely oblivious to what’s happening makes her cunt suck in your strap even more.

“are you sure, i’m coming in—” the door knob twists just a slight bit, “no! don’t come in! i’m dealing with something personal, i need.. ah.. some alone time..” himeko’s eyes were fully white now, you’re hand gripping her and pulling it up, her back against your chest.

you move both your hands and play with her nipples, occasionally bringing one down and playing with the fat of her ass, her lip was swollen and bleeding from all the biting. her hands gripping the sheets below both of you, her mouth open wide as silent moans make their way through her mouth.

“oh, alright, i’ll be going then.” dan heng mutters through the door, his voice getting farther before it completely disappears. once his voice stops you push himeko down, making her back arch once again and grab her hips to start plowing away again.

curses and whines start to bounce off the walls wildly, loud slaps of skin on skin as your hips meet hers. “darling..! slow— ah.. down!” himeko whines out, her grip on the sheets getting tighter and tighter, your hands coming down and striking himeko’s ass as you watch it ripple with each thrust.

himeko’s back started to arch even more as her tongue lolled out her mouth, drool dripping down and wetting the sheets. loud almost pornographic moans get even louder as you sneak one of your hands down to her clit, ferociously rubbing it.

her slick starts to drip down her thighs, her orgasm rapidly approaching. your hips start to smash against her ass, the fat of it jiggling with each harsh thrust, you throw your head back as sweat starts to trail down your body, leaving a thin coat of sweat all over your body.

himeko makes more incoherent sounds, trying to warn you about her getting close, not like that’s necessary her cunt sucking in your strap was enough for you to know. you lean down and bite at her soft shoulder, leaving a red bite mark on it.

a loud moan leaves himeko’s throat, the tight knot in her stomach getting tighter, she reaches her hand back tapping your bare thigh, wordlessly telling you she was about to cum. “please, hime, cum for me..” you whine against her ear, your hips burning as your animalistic thrusts get harder and faster.

she arched her back completely, her thighs start to shake as she yelps out something that sounded like your name. your hips don’t stop, continuing to fuck her through her orgasm, her moans get louder as your tip hits that spot inside her again and again.

her face is buried into a pillow she grabbed, her loud almost ear deafening moans are muffled by this pillow. that pure orgasmic pleasure courses through himeko’s body in waves, each one intensified by your thrusts, her walls clamping down even tighter as your hips force the strap even deeper.

her hips are bucking as you continue to fuck her during and after her orgasm, only stopping when your hips give out from all strength you were using to fuck her. your body falls and lands on top of himeko, your bare chest pressed against her smooth back as you both pant from exhaustion.

himeko sighs into the pillow, attempting to collect herself as sweat drips down her body. she whimpers quietly when you straighten your back and place your hands back on her meaty hips, giving her ass a loud slap.

“let’s go again, yeah?” you pant out, you flip himeko onto her back and start to fondle her chest.

both of you will have to have a very awkward talk with rest of the express after this.

#himeko x reader #himeko smut #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail smut #hsr smut #sub!himeko #sub!himeko hsr

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seasaltbaptism · 2 years

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[rubbing my hands together gleefully] OC TIME!!!! for malius: 🤥, 💥, 💐, 🍁, 🙊 for hominy: 🌱, 🌌, ✏️, 🔪, 📎 for sīlene:☄️, ❇️, 👑, 🎭, 🙈 BONUS ROUND: (any oc of ur choosing!) (only if u want to <3) 🌋, ☕️, 👊, 🎵, ❤️

HEY JO JO HOLY SHIT THIS WAS SO FUN THANK YOU SO MUCH I AM KEESING YOU ON THE CHEEK! :)) THIS IS ALSO REALLY LONG OH MY GOD! 💌😌🍷♥️✌🏽

malius:

LYING - are they good liars? do they have tells to show they're lying?

he’s not the best liar there is, he’s best at diverting your attention elsewhere by masterfully changing subjects or inquiring into a part of the conversation that would lead the other person onto a tangent, hes good at diverting suspicion and small lies. his tells are sort of easy, his voice will lighten and his lips will turn down in a pout.

COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

bitterness , sadness , regret. malius hates appearing so feeble, so incapable , so helpless. he was already lured into a false sense of security and murdered, so forgive him for his hesitance and skepticism ! malius does well with working through this though, he faces his problems after circling them with hesitance and disdain, but he’s no coward.

BOUQUET - create a bouqet for them! what do those flowers mean? are any of the flowers their particular favourite?

many worshippers put together bouquets for him! they’d leave it at alters for him , near shrines or even statues if they were feeling particularly shy! some of the fancier ones containing flowers such as: acacia blossoms & arbutus ( concealed love , devotion eternally ) camilla’s and carnations ( passion and fascination ) those who regularly left things for him ( like kids tbh , kids really loved him ) like acorns , seeds of all varieties , tufts of weeds and trinkets they found valuable ( very endearing ) . his favorite flower will always be tiger lillies! ( i’m back and forth on keeping normal flora or making up my own but for this question i went with normal flowers lol. )

MAPLE LEAF - what is their favourite season? why?

it’s a toss up between sumner & winter. during the summer the most beautiful festivals and celebrations would occur, he enjoyed attending & being worshipped on those hot nights, but winter? when you have forges you spend hours in? winter keeps you sane when you’re constantly flushed with heat & melting metal.

SPEAK-NO-EVIL - what is something your oc will refuse to stay quiet about?

if hominy is getting in over her head, or trusting someone she shouldn't, he refuses to stop talking until she considers his point, her safety is paramount. other than that he's actually quite talkative, so everything is usually on the table, though in situations of injustice he's most adament.

hominy

SEEDLING - what is their most vivid memory from childhood?

depends on which childhood; before finding malius she vividly remembers a warm afternoon by a mangrove patch, the water crystalline as she watched her mother wade through. she remembers how elegant she looked, the sunlight playing with soft blonde curls. dinner was almost assured until hominy slipped and fell in ; though her mom wasnt upset, she DID start a splash fight and they played for hours amongst the trees , , , , it was carefree and returning home soaking wet made her father almost howl in laughter. after finding malius, she begins to have fractured dreams of a strange looking woman with the same eyes as her, and other strange faces and places she tries to piece together.

MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

her name came from this brilliant opus by shiro sagisu called incantation part c. her conception i cannot quite remember i think i was speaking to @tmema about one of their undead ocs and i was thinking about magic and swords and bam. the first thing i decided about them was probably either her appearance or her personality; she is quite headstrong and stands with her decisions and advocates for herself [ something malius really admires. ]

PENCIL - is there a particular quote / lyric that you associate with them?

i have a few!!

“I am not delicate. Look at me. I am not trying to disappear.”

— Hard Damage, ‘The Ownership of Naming Things’ by Aria Aber

“(…) no one wants a half-remembered tragedy. You must know the width of the knife and how it ruined you, name the organs it kissed.”

— Life of the Party, ‘Addendum II to No Baptism’ by Olivia Gatwood

“I defy death. I—I am my own death. And no one can go further than that.”

— Clarice Lispector, Água Viva

“But there is something of a lighthousekeeper in me, and I am not afraid of solitude, nor of nature in her wildness.”

— Jeanette Winterson, from Frankissstein.

KNIFE - how do they react to injury / misfortune befalling their loved ones (significant other, family, friends)? do they put themselves at blame?

hominy feels very responsible for her loved ones safety and wellbeing, its a massive personal failure if they were killed, she'd be utterly devastated & her only motivation to continue would the promise of revenge , and she’d make it as painful as possible. she takes injury or harm against any loved ones as a MASSIVE insult and will respond with violence in turn for your slight, she's very eye for an eye when it comes to the safety of those she loves.

PAPERCLIP - a random fact.

most assume shes a former bog dweller & has no prior experience fighting, which is untrue! theres a good portion of her people who provide defense against malula's deadliest inhabitants. in order to fish, one must battle many hungry beasts INCLUDING the fish, so hominy isn't COMPLETELY helpless at first, but she is no seasoned warrior

sīlene:

COMET - what do people assume about them? are they right?

most people actually assume shes some sort of wraith or ghostly figure coming to steal their souls, or their children. she dresses like a ghost, ironically enough, and wears a mask to hide her disfigurement, as ‘shimmer’ takes energy she doesn’t have often. she moves silently and speaks without pretense or social nicety , but they’d be half wrong, shes no wraith here to eat your children, but she’s not entirely there either.

SPARKLE - what is their most prized possession? what do they value?

many would assume a harbinger's most prized possession is their weapon, right? in silene's case it'd be her jewelry. she wears her sisters' matching amblygonite rings & her mothers' matching chrysoprase anklets; as much of the family's possessions were lost when the kingdom emigrated elsewhere, these items hold memory and are blessed to fade when she finally does, she finds it fitting.

CROWN - what does your oc want to be remembered as? why?

at first she wanted to be remembered as a brave hero, but now she doesn't care how shes remembered, she's just tired. silene does her best to nuture the good she sees in hopes it will grow into something mighty, but she's not in control of how people paint her and she's well passed caring about that stuff anyways, most people know well enough to stay out of her way.

MASKS - do they act differently around certain people? what's different between the way they act around friends, family, strangers, etc.?

there's a crafted facade of serenity when speaking to nobility who call upon her aid, theres impassivity there that took years upon years of practice. around regular people she maintains a polite and amicable energy, but detached , people can sense shes placating ( mostly ) but they don’t say anything , they’re too scared to. she’ll come , she’ll go & leave nought behind and you’ll forget about her in time. with friends ( she doesn’t really have many ) she’s much more honest and her tone loses it’s bell sound, she’s gruff and blunt and curses and ( if you’re lucky ) she’ll drink with you and tell you stories! she has no immediate family left, but her descendants know her as the ‘ silly aunty ‘ who visits on occasion. she’ll bring books and toys from far off lands and will stay and feast for a few days before leaving again, it’s a painful yet grounding experience? she gets to see her sisters kids and on and on it goes, it hurts her but heals her all at once.

SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?

sickness, frailty, fear. sīlene’s already very hard to pin down, even more so when she isn’t feeling all too well, she tends to wander the wastes of her old kingdom , speaking to figures that aren’t there. she’ll be lost in reveries presented to her via the magic that’s bonded to every cell in her body , eventually she’ll come out of it and return to her duties. after heavy fights, she isn’t afraid to accept help, but she will walk herself to the nearest medical facility before she is ever carried, even if it means exacerbating her wounds ; she is a symbol of hope for MANY people, she will not allow herself to seem weak or defeated in any way.

BONUS: sīlene bc i love her!!

VOLCANO - how bad is their temper? is it a slow boil, or a instant explosion?

she tends to let her anger simmer from attempts at pushing it down, her anger is like molten iron draping over her bones, it makes her ruthless, it focuses her, she’s quite intense! sīlene’s rage can also lead her to yelling during fights, screams and taunts that send goosebumps down the spine; she also isn’t scared to put anyone in their place, voice low and gruff and cutting like a blunt knife. . . .

HOT BEVERAGE - do they prefer hot or cold drinks? what is their favourite drink?

she prefers hot drinks! she loves the way it brings her to life! hot apple cider , cocoa , tea , ect can bring a content smile to her face , , she loves the way it heats up her insides and loosens the tension in her shoulders. her favorite drink would have to be some variance of carrot cake tea , perhaps ginger .

PUNCH - are they quick to violence?

nope! her presence coupled with her voice usually does the trick in 99.8% of all situations! the magical energy she exudes is cold, her voice is calculated but still biting , the fact she wears a pristine mask and drapery all dyed white , she’s an eerie figure ( putting it kindly ) so people don’t want to test her thin patience, lol. usually she reciprocates all barbs with calculated taunts and quips, but is usually blunt in pointing out painful truths others tend to hide about themselves as a lesson for trying to find weakness in her

MUSIC NOTE - what is their playlist like? their favourite artists? do you associate a particular song with them?

she prefers music that carries a joyful tune, or something soothing with woodwinds ! she has had a few artists she enjoyed but over time theyve either died or their sheet music was lost. a particular song? gal goídil by danheim is a good one! THIS ONE IS ALSO REALLY GOOD!

RED HEART - their love language(s)?

good question. i suppose gift giving in the form of something timeless ( how someone can manage that? be creative ig? ) would impress her enough to take notice of you, perhaps poetry or songs that sooth her will bring her around more, someones sweet and soft voice lulling her to sleep or bringing her back to the present? i think that would endear her to you.

#GOD the amount of time on sīlene i spent …. PHEW.#:) anyways!#* oc: malius #* oc: hominy #* oc: sīlene #tmema #* answered #hope u enjoy reading! tysm for asking haha! these were really good thought provoking q’s!!!

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lettersbyluna · 1 year

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“Space Girl”

That’s what you used to call me. We both shared the same interest about space and everything in that big cold place. You used to joke that, together we were space monkeys. Most times in my life, I’ve always felt like I’m on autopilot. And I never thought I could ever have someone to co-pilot with. Floating, searching, waiting, trying to make sense of everything that surrounds us. For a moment, I didn’t feel alone, for a moment it felt like I had someone. I guess that’s all we ever had, a moment. A fleeting moment. A moment so beautifully crafted, holding memories that still hit me like a comet. How can something still hurt you, when you’ve already seen it coming?

We’re you named after the first person to land on the moon? Or was it just plainly coincidence? I can’t believe I forgot to ask you that. And do you think the man on the moon was lonely up there? Was he as lonely as you are? Was he also crying night after night weeping and sighing? Did he also keep on looking down on earth wishing he was here searching for that lust? Looking for his long lost love, listening for her song, and apologizing every time. How do you do it? You were so dedicated to her, addicted to her kisses. Why can’t you move on? Yes, I’m still talking to the man on the moon, but if it resonates with you, you’re very much welcome to provide me some answers. Man on the moon, may you find another love so true.

What else is out there in space? What lies yonder the sun? What happened to pluto? Was the moon landing faked? How milky is the milky way galaxy? How can the moon be so beautiful in all its phases? Forgotten astronauts left in space. Aliens. Multiple universes. Some of our favorite questions and conspiracy theories to ponder. Also the exact things that I miss the most about us. Polaris, my favorite star and my spaceship name, while yours got to be Sputnik. And oh, saturn. Our favorite planet, with her majestic ring. You know how they used to say that if you like a thing you should’ve put a ring on it. Maybe God was also fond of saturn as we are. Oh babe, I could have loved you to the moon and to saturn and back.

One last question before you go. Was it all faked? A lie? Staged? Just a mere hearsay? Oh, I’m just referring to the Apollo 11 mission. Nothing personal, nothing to put you on the hot seat. Huh, it’s crazy how up to the last moments of “us”, I can’t seem to ask for some closure.

We both loved the space, but who would have thought we would also end “us” by asking for space.

-p

04/16/2023 3PM

#letters i never sent #dear spaceboy

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introloves · 3 years

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Just thinking about being super Domestic with Aone! He starts thinking about what a great little wife you’d be and how sweet you are. One day you casually mention what a great father he’d be if you guys had children and it does something to him! 💓

papa! aone + housewife! reader + HEAVY BREEDING KINK + talk of pregnancy (no kids) + princess complex + pillow princess! reader + overly protective! aone + praise + mating press + squirting + size kink + overstimulation + dacryphilia + creampie + f! reader

— word count; approx 2k

you treat him so gentle- a big man like him coming home to you after a long day of work always brings out a near overwhelming need to take care of him, to be there at every beck and call, waiting for him so pretty, looking towards the door with every second coming closer to him coming how to you.

everything you do for him doesn’t go unnoticed, aone doesn’t say much, but he returns your sweet kisses with an equal amount of love and adoration for his sweet little wife.

you’re near ravenous when he finally comes home, shrugging off his coat, boots taken off at the door, handkerchief in hand to wipe any lingering dust and dirt from his hands- not wanting to dirty any surface you’d spent all day cleaning. he’s even apprehensive in giving you his coat- looking at you with pinched lips, grunting while gently placing it in your waiting hands.

he doesn’t touch you until he’s all showered, even when you insist that it’s okay, the dirt beneath his nails from working, from being outside all day makes him feel dirty, you’re his princess, his pretty baby- how could he ever think to lay a soiled finger onto your soft and well taken care of skin...

he usually relents to your whines, begrudgingly bending down to place a quick kiss to your pretty lips- puckered and waiting for his own to press onto yours. he makes a straight line to the bathroom, showering, rolling his shoulders back once he steps out- towel secured ‘round his hips, and once again walking in a practiced route to your shared room.

he doesn’t change, he can’t because as soon as he’s out, you’re sat on the bed. pillows, blankets- comforter fluffed daily in anticipation for him to fuck you.

eyes eagerly drinking in his every step, water running down rounded out muscle, not so defined- not anymore. the home cooked meals that you make for him has treated him well, form fluffed out with muscle that’s more fitted for his job, it’s dense and packed in, thick. it makes your pussy throb.

“how was work papa?” you question sweetly, legs spreading wide to receive his body, slick folds wetly (and loudly) parting for him while you pin your knees on either side of you, giggling at the way he sucks a breath in every time, eyes looking at the pussy he so adores, mouth salivating.

he loves coming home to you.

he loves how soft you are, warm- thinks there’s nothing better smelling and more comforting than sinking deep- so very deep into the tight and wet heat that is your pretty pussy.

letting the towel fall at the foot of the bed, his cock hangs in a thick curve over his heavy balls, pretty white pubes decorating his crotch, tummy clenching in anticipation, it’s a sight seeing him get hard, thick length bending with how big he is- even fully hard there’s a delicious curve, gravity not too kind to him.

“good... i missed you.” aone mumbles. huffing as his now cleaned, calloused- thick... such thick hands reach to finally touch, soothing up the expanse of your legs, wondering how someone so pretty- so beautiful is laid out beneath him, pussy drooling for a cock like his.

you purr, smiling, body twisting- pushing up as his hands press you down.

“missed you more... was thinking about you- ‘bout something in particular.” you mumble, lidded eyes wandering up to his neck. watching the pretty blooming blush roll down all the way to his chest- wanting to reach up and remark and fading hickies, fingertips ghosting along faded lines of your nails dug in the moment of overwhelming passion.

“hm.” he hums, giving you his whole attention as you speak- looking at your lips as you form every word, planting heavy hands to the apex of your legs, digging the pads of every finger into the giving flesh, encouraging you to continue with a nod, all while kneading and squishing your body.

“was just thinking what a good papa you are- was thinking if you’d give me a baby... to keep me company while you leave.” you breathe, pulse quickening at the thought- head spinning the second the last word tumbles free, all because you’re suddenly pulled down.

it’s near audible, a lowly groan spreading forth from the deepest parts of his chest while he huffs- pale chest rising and falling rapidly, cock visibly throbbing- balls clenching, there’s even a moment where he thinks he may cum.

“f-fuck- a baby?” he exhales, tipping his head back, the stutter making you look at him with a hint of curiosity.

blinking away the base need to shove his cock inside, blinking away the need to push your head into the bed and dump load after load of his cum inside you, all with the intent to make you round with his kid he pulls your legs up he comes down towards you.

all to make you fat and pretty and waddle around while he takes you hand in hand everywhere you need to go.

he doesn’t realizes his hips have instinctively rutted down into you- too caught up in the thought of holding you while fat with a baby the two of you made.

hands dimpling your soft skin- muscle memory carrying every action, already folding you down, knees nearly pressing against your chest, heavy cock slotted onto your cunt, squished between your bent legs.

“i’ll give you a baby. my princess wants a baby.” he grunts, gone dizzy. all of this taking place in mere seconds of you spilling the thought. he says it like it’s a command from you, tunnel vision suckering him in, barely able to see you in the absolute need to give his princess everything her pretty heart desires.

you don’t know where he’s gone, obviously lost in a heavy headspace- popping the head of his still throbbing cock into you, crying in suspense. this is all so exciting, he’s always so eager to bring you what you want, always willing to move the stars and moon for you and now he’s answering to the fantasy you built up all day.

“p-papa!” you squeal, sucking in a breath when he barrels into you with a near punishing thrust.

this is different, he’s different. he’s always cautious with every thrust, but there’s no regret or remorse while the second slam of his hips knock into you. kicking legs just barely able to squirm at all with the way they’re perched on his broad shoulders, you watch as they dangle, watch while he stares you down, his own body moving with intent- drilling into your sopping pussy.

“papa!” you yell this time, soft hands holding onto his arms, his large palms resting on either side of your face while he folds himself down, the creak, sway of the bed dangerously loud- sucking every breath from inside your lungs.

he’s never been this rough, never- and your lips curl with every open mouth yell.

he fucks into you like you’re not there, thick cock splitting you open- filling your cunt, bringing you so very early into a blinding orgasm.

it’s so wet- eyes wet, pussy wet while you squirt and gush, crying out tiny little whimpers of his name as every wave of orgasm takes you. it splatters all over his thighs, painting his tummy, dripping back down onto you hotly.

this is all he needs, needs you wet and messy, needs your pussy swollen and slicked with need and cum so you can take such a big cock easier- if you take it easier he can use every inch of strength he has to dig the swollen and still throbbing cockhead right up to your cervix. he can almost see the swollen ring so ready to take his cum, displacing your own weepy orgasm, making room to receive all of his own thick, milky orgasm.

“good girl- my good girl.” aone nearly chokes, unfocused eyes zoning down onto your bent form, pussy lips and folds sucked in and out in with each drag.

you’re melted, reduced to a babbling little baby under his large mass- doing so well, taking someone so strong and so big like him with nothing more than a few overstimulated tears. drool forming at the corner of your mouth, the only thing you can do is wait for his cum like the pretty princess you are.

“papa- ‘ts too much- too much.” you gasp, wandering eyes roaming up his neck, landing on hardened eyes.

“no- no it’s not. you want a baby. i’m giving you a baby.” he speaks- knowing this is hard on someone treated like a doll, soft hands digging into the veined arms of his, same hands that never work too hard for anything at all, all because he insists on treating you with any and everything.

and just like everything else, he knows he needs to cut this short- knows you’re tired and wanting to drift off onto a nap, so aone fucks you deeply.

he needs to bend further and kiss away the tears spilling down your soft and plush cheeks- heated with the exertion he’s putting your body under, gently apologizing. the high and heated coiled need to breed you slowly waning, now just needing to paint your pussy with his cum.

“it’s okay- it’s okay, papa loves you- you’re okay.”

the gentleness, lowly and grunted words truly bring you peace, trembling under him- hiccuping at the thrusts he gives you, exhaling heavy when he tips forward to an orgasm finally.

sealing hips down to your own, rutting with securely placed knees down onto the bed.

he pushes you up a good amount, crinkling the bedding around your limp body, pistoning shallow thrusts, each one stickier- messier, harder to deliver as he cums. thick cock pulsating in need, sinking into such silky gummy walls all shaped to the form of his large cock.

he huffs equally shallow breaths, tired- so tired from an intense fucking, balls squeezing up tight to his body, every contraction followed by a deep squish of him to you.

“fuck- fuck.” aone groans, his shaking form transferred down to you, slowly bringing your aching legs off the perch of his shoulders. he gathers the last bit of strength residing in his body to take care of you, once more- with a gentleness only found in someone who’s been cautious of their own strength their whole life, he places your legs onto the bed.

you’re still dizzy as he does so, unable to keep the seizing of your muscles down- body heated and sweaty with how he folded your form into his desired state, slowly blinking your eyes more and more open.

blurry gaze landing on him, watching with a slowly growing smile as he looks at you with a reserved guilt.

“it’s okay.” you whisper, only able to whisper for the time being- “i’m okay.”

but even with what you say, he brings a large palm to your tummy, holding it there- reminding himself that it was to give you what you wanted. you just look so broken now, limbs unmoving, all dead weight while he positions your body much more comfortably.

with a nod, he pushes down any worry to hold you tight- swollen muscle wrapping your precious body up. your giggles bringing forth a near exasperated smile from him- wondering how his sweet baby still can be so... sweet after being fucked like that.

sleepy face burying into the crook of his neck while he fights to keep his softened cock inside you, pulling his princess onto him, slotting the plushness of you against his body.

“pretty.” he mumbles once the two of you are relaxed, basking in the tiredness throbbing throughout two fucked out forms.

“pretty baby.” aone whispers, bringing down a large hand to your tummy.

you can’t lift your head off his chest to give him a sweet smile, instead giggling with how well your papa takes care of you, how well he loves and gives you everything your pretty pink heart wants.

#aone #aone takanobu #aone smut #aone takanobu smut #haikyuu smut #aone x reader #aone x reader smut #aone x y/n #aone x you #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x reader smut #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #smut #one shot #requests #no.name

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monocaelia · 3 years

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comforting you after a nightmare headcanons

nightmares aren't fun, but luckily you have someone there to protect you.

feat. albedo, diluc, childe, kaeya, xiao, zhongli

genre : hurt/comfort, fluff

note : hbd to me!! here's a gift from me to you with one of my favorite tropes, hehe <:

❀ albedo

albedo isn't one to dream much, let alone rest. he's always caught up in his own research and experiments that sleep isn't really needed if he wanted to be more productive in his research, despite the worried comments from sucrose and your lighthearted nags that he'll stay short forever.

though, that isn't to say that he's not interested. there are many times that albedo has caught you dozing off in his laboratory while waiting for him to be done with his experiments. he would be lying to himself if he didn't wonder what could possibly be playing in your mind to make you be smiling like that while unconscious.

this time, though, is an exception.

test tubes and flasks filled with various liquids and concoctions fill albedo's workspace as he examines each and every one before filling in his notebooks with descriptions and drawings of his work. there's a shuffle from his other desk and his eyes shift up to glance at you. albedo's gaze softens at the sight of his coat draped over your shoulders as they move to the rhythm of your breathing.

he wonders why you choose to stay at his laboratory so late and wait for him to finish his research rather than head home alone and sleep in your much more comfortable bed. albedo supposes you find comfort in his presence, an odd thing to be comforted by really.

however, the gentle smile quickly falls from his face the moment he hears the quiet whimpers and pleas. as quickly as he could, albedo moves to your side and gently shakes you awake. he isn't the least surprised when your eyes snap open and a gasp leaves your lips.

"...are you alright?" the question breaks you from your daze and you seem to relax when you realize you aren't dreaming anymore. though, the way your hands and shoulders shake doesn't escape the sharp eyes observing you.

"come on, i think i'm done with my research for now. we can head home if you'd like?" albedo smiles when you nod your head, but as he turns to pack up and prepare to leave his laboratory your hand shoots out to grasp his own.

albedo is surprised at first, but the shock melts into endearment as his hand pulls yours up to his lips. he presses a gentle kiss on your knuckles, reassuring you that he'll be right there for you. that you wouldn't be alone.

"nightmares, huh? ...i wonder if i can concoct something to help eradicate the chances of them appearing. oh, don't worry, i won't leave your side for the rest of the evening. promise."

❀ diluc

diluc isn't prone to nightmares, honestly he probably gets them quite often. or maybe even dreamless dreams if he's lucky. well, considering he sleeps at all. he's busy being the darknight hero of mondstatdt in the dead of night, so sleep doesn't come by often for the red haired vigilante.

even when he does get nightmares, there's not many people he can call to or rely on to help comfort him. he doesn't trust any of the knights, and he definitely doesn't trust kaeya to help at all. so comforting someone isn't something he knows how to do well.

but he tries his best to comfort you in any way, shape, or form if you ever needed him to.

the knocking against his door is quiet, nearly nonexistent if diluc was preoccupied with anything other than trying to sleep. he would have ignored it if it weren't for the quiet whisper of his name from a voice he recognized. sighing, he rises from his bed and heads over to his door, mentally preparing himself for whatever you're planning to throw over his head.

instead, diluc is met with your cheeky smile. you're definitely up to no good, but he hasn't quite figured out what you were going to do or say. before he could even question why you're standing outside his door in the dead of night, you interrupt him.

"wow diluc! fancy seeing you here, do you come here often?" he deadpans at you and nearly closes the door to go back to sleep. but he notices the way your fingers twiddle, a sign that you're nervous about something. his eyes flicker to your face, scanning anything that would give him clues on what's on your mind.

"what happened?" diluc's brows furrow in worry seeing the way your smile falls and the way your body begins to curl in on itself. he offers a hand for you to take, an invitation for you to be comforted by the stoic man in front of you. he lets a small smile grow on his lips when he sees you brighten up a tad at his invitation.

your hand is encased in his own, scarred and rough with callouses but comforting and warm at the same time.

"go back to sleep, it's already getting really late. if you need anything, though, i'll be right here until the dawn rises."

❀ childe

although sleep is necessary to maintain perfect health, childe finds it difficult to maintain a proper sleeping schedule due to his job as a fatui harbinger. when the tsaritsa calls, he needs to be there immediately to come to her aid and carry out her orders regardless of how inconvenient it was for him.

but, having many siblings, especially younger ones, has always prepared childe to comfort and protect anyone that he holds close to his heart. nobody, not even nightmares, can get close enough to harm the people he loves, not if he's alive to knock them down a peg.

which definitely includes you, someone who holds his entire world in the palm of your hands.

childe finds you awake at the dead of night after one of his shifts at the northland bank. which is surprising considering you're always asleep before he gets back home from work, always trying to stay up to welcome the harbinger home but always succumbing to the sweet embrace of slumber.

a mischievous grin grows on his lips as he plans to spook you, but as he nears your body, the shaking of your body and quiet sniffles reach his ears. immediately, childe's hand is on your shoulder and he frowns when you yelp and whip around to see him.

"o-oh, ajax, i didn't expect to see you home so soon. i was just getting ready for bed." a white lie. childe presses his lips into a thin line, his hand reaching out to catch a tear falling from your cheek. did...did he do this to you? was he being a bad partner for not putting aside more time for you?

as if reading his mind, you vehemently shake your head and grab onto childe's wrist. "no! no... it's not what you think i just had a really bad dream and couldn't go back to sleep. don't worry, you don't need to beat yourself up over this." he relaxes immediately at your comment, but he still feels bad for leaving you alone when you needed someone to comfort you.

childe leans over, cupping your face in his hands as he showers your face in featherlight kisses. your giggles fill the room and the habinger can't help but laugh as well, especially after pressing a wet, sloppy kiss on your lips. "how about i cook you a nice stew for tonight? it always helped teucer calm down when he was scared."

and you take him up on that offer. the rest of the evening is filled with light laughter from the both of you as childe moves around the kitchen and tells you stories of his childhood. the scene is comforting, peaceful, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

"how about we turn in for tonight? don't worry, nothing will harm you as long as your big, strong ajax is by your side!"

❀ kaeya

despite his title of being a "lazy" and "laid-back" captain of the calvary, kaeya isn't one to sleep too much. he has a regular sleeping schedule, though there are some nights where the memories of his past haunt him and he stays up reminiscing about how things were.

he's one to brood alone, not letting anyone see him vulnerable. but he likes to be relied on. there isn't a bone in his body that prevents him from helping anyone in need, even though the way he gets things done is quite... unconventional to everybody else's standards.

but when you call to him for help, he’s there in an instant.

the sound of rustling from beside kaeya stirs him from his slumber. he squints, his good eye focusing in the darkness of his room before landing on your curled up figure beside him. he figures you’re just shifting in your sleep and closes his eyes again, but you shift again and sigh. surely, you’re not sleeping at this point.

kaeya gently calls out your name, a warm smile on his face when he sees you startle from his voice. though, his smile melts away from his face when he sees your expression. it doesn’t help that you flinch slightly when his hand reaches over to brush against your cheek.

“sorry, i just…i’m still shaken from my dream and-“ your apologies are cut short when kaeya sends you a comforting smile and cups your jaw in his hand. he assures you that it’s fine.

“are you okay? how long have you been up?” it takes you a moment too long to come up with a lie that would put your lover at ease. when you come up with an answer, kaeya is already staring at you with his mismatched orbs, one of deep sapphire and the other a light, milky blue color. you can’t lie to him now.

so you tell the calvary captain about the dream you just had, not going too into details with what really shook you. and kaeya listens to everything you say, a hand firmly on your arm to remind him that you’re with him and not whatever occurred in your dreams.

he makes little comments here and there to lighten the mood, though he knows when to keep quiet so you can talk it through. when you finish talking the dream through, kaeya pinches your cheek, chiding you for dreaming of such things.

but he reassures you that you’re fine, and that he’s here to protect you should anything from your dreams come into reality. he jokes about letting you handle everything alone, but you know he wouldn’t despite how cheeky he is.

"don't let the bedbugs bite, [name]. haha, kidding. i'll be here to fight them off if you need me. i am a captain after all."

❀ xiao

xiao isn't unfamiliar with nightmares and dreams. don't forget, one of his duties under the reign of the yaksha's previous master was to devour the dreams of the innocent. it had gotten to the point where dreams were the only things he could stomach, despite detesting the intent behind it.

despite it all, though, xiao is still an adeptus who protects the mortals and the innocent of liyue. his sole job now, under his contract with rex lapis, is to protect even if it means throwing his life away. with a swift call of his name, he would be there to be the guardian of liyue and anyone residing in it.

and that includes you, the sole mortal that the young adeptus enjoys the company of.

a gasp tears through your throat as you sit up in your bed, sweat dripping down the side of your face. your eyes are blown wide open with the visions of your nightmare still clear in your mind. the rapid beating of your heart and panting are the only sounds heard in your otherwise quiet bedroom.

curses spill from your lips as you cradle your head in your hands, your knees pulled up to your chest to try and make yourself as small as you possibly could. but to no avail, no matter what you did to comfort yourself or make yourself forget the nightmare, the visions still flashed in your memories every time you closed your eyes.

you don't hear the rustling from your window, nor did you feel the presence of someone crouching from behind your curtains. it's only when he gently calls your name do you whip your head around, eyes coming face to face with golden eyes that gleam in the moonlight.

"xiao... sorry i didn't see you there," you stutter, quickly wiping your eyes and turning away so the young adeptus wouldn't see you crying. his eyes narrow at you, eyebrows furrowing as a frown settles on his face. "what are you-"

your hands are pulled away from your face and you're pulled closer to him. "you're crying." you try to deny xiao's observation and reassure him that you're fine, but a hand gently brushes against your cheek.

xiao doesn't say anything when the tears begin falling down your face again. he doesn't say anything when you jump into his arms and bury your face in his chest. you feel his arms firmly wrap themselves around you. he doesn't say a word, but his actions alone assure you that he would be there with you for the rest of the evening.

"sleep. should any more dreams come to haunt you during your rest, i'll be here to dispose of them."

❀ zhongli

as an archon, zhongli doesn't find much need for sleep. he's a god and no god needs sleep to be energized for the following day. it's not like it would do well for him anyways, seeing as he would much rather prefer strolling the lit up streets of liyue harbor in the late evening before returning to his home to drink tea and relax.

that's not to say he isn't familiar with dreams and how they can affect mortals. he knows full well the impact they can have, especially if they're dreams filled with horrible outcomes or stuff nobody would like to be reminded of.

so when you come to him to seek comfort after a horrible night, he's ready to welcome you into his embrace.

the gentle whisper of zhongli's name alerts him of your presence from the hallway in your shared home. the archon lifts his head to look at you, eyes made of molten gold meeting your shaking gaze. "what's wrong, dear?" you don't answer his question and instead shift your gaze to the ground.

zhongli tells you to "come here" in the gentlest voice he could muster, and you do. as soon as you sit beside your lover, his hand comfortingly holds your jaw and lifts your face so you can see him. there's nothing but endearment and love in his gaze. "you don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to."

he hums in amusement seeing the way your body relaxes after that. there's a gentle tug on your arm, a signal for you to find comfort in zhongli's embrace, and you find yourself snug in between the archon's arms. you inhale deeply, zhongli's comforting scent filling your lungs.

his hands rake gently up and down your spine and hearing his heartbeat from where you rest on his chest calms you immensely. if it weren't for your nervous, rhythmic tapping against his arm, zhongli would have assumed you fell back asleep in his arms.

"would you like to hear about the play i've been attending to recently? the plot is quite interesting, i think you would enjoy it." he attempts to distract you for a while to calm your nerves after waking so abruptly, and it works, not to his surprise.

as he drones on and on about the plot that doesn't quite make sense to you in your dazed state, the archon notices the way your fingers have stilled and your breathing has evened out, much calmer and more regulated than before. zhongli smiles, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

"it's starting to get late. you should try to rest again. don't worry, i'll be beside you should anything happen to you once more."

#albedo headcanons #albedo x reader #diluc headcanons #diluc x reader #childe headcanons #childe x reader #tartaglia headcanons #tartaglia x reader #kaeya headcanons #kaeya x reader #xiao headcanons #xiao x reader #zhongli headcanons #zhongli x reader #genshin impact #genshin #didi writes #i wanted to do thoma but TT there's nothing on his wiki

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seiyasabi · 3 years

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A Shifter’s Dream

(This is a Yandere Bunny-Shifter N’Doul x Female Reader story :P Plz proceed w caution

TW: !Noncon!, breeding kink!, hella cum!, he holds you down onto the mattress!, kinda sus bc u just turned 18, he deadass bites you, !pees on u in rabbit form, mounting!, mentions of euthanization of animals at the beginning!, etc..)

“-Mama, Mama!” Your voice echoes throughout the kitchen, as you hurry inside, hands clutching something protectively. Your mother turns, startled by your sudden appearance and anxious sounding voice.

“What’s wrong? Did something happen? Did those neighbourhood boys bully you again?” Ever the mother hen, she frets over you, grabbing you gently by the shoulders and taking a good look at you.

Shaking your head, you lift your hands, showing the older woman a taupe coloured rabbit, “Look! Mrs. Ruitz next door is selling bunnies! She says this one is blind, so she hasn’t sold it, so she said she’d give him to me if you say yes! Please, please, please say yes! She said she’d put him down if he wasn’t sold,” Tears bead your eyes as you practically beg your mother, who doesn’t seem to have the heart to tell you ‘no’ at that moment.

She sighs, weighing her options. You’re already ten, so you should be able to take care of him with minimal effort on her part…

“I suppose that’s alright. You just have to promise me that you’ll take care of him!” You instantly perk up, a bright smile on your face.

“I promise! I promise!” You hold the bun closer to your chest, practically rocking it in the process, “Thank you, Mama!”

The older woman smiles once more, patting you goodnaturedly on the back, “Good. Now, let’s go talk to Mrs. Ruitz- we have no idea how to take care of it.”

Walking across the street, your mother and your neighbour talk about your bunny’s proper care. It turns out, your bun is a male, who is previously named N’Doul. Not wanting to confuse the bunny, you decided to keep his unusual name, chattering away happily to him as you sat in the grass, barely listening to his care requirements.

The bun listens intently to what you’re saying, relishing your gentle hold around him.

He must be lucky, he thinks, to have found someone as lovely as you for a mate.

Eight years later, and you and your bun are still going strong. You’d recently moved into your own apartment, trying out adult life as you start college.

Today is your birthday, officially making you an adult.

The day was filled with festivities: your mom made you your favourite breakfast in bed (scaring you half to death- apparently she has a copy of your apartment key), your friends took you out shopping, and your mom took you to a birthday dinner. All in all, it was a great day!

But, a certain bun was seemingly more excited than you were for your birthday, because he seemingly peed himself in excitement the moment you picked him up. Lightly scolding him, you set him down on his rabbit bed that you made him, “‘Doul, what the heck man!” You laugh a little, remembering back to when he was but a teeny kit, “You’re not a baby anymore, bubs, you can’t just pee on me!” The bun is surprisingly smart, allowing you to let him mosy around your house (now your own apartment that you saved up for for years). After he figures out the layout, he’s able to figure out where his pee pad is, along with his grass bed, actual bed, and food/drink area. He is also able to hear where you are, allowing him to cutely hop after you if you’re not already carrying him.

Going to the bathroom to wash your hands, you hear his barely audible pawsteps behind you, “It’s okay, ‘Doul, I’m just gonna clean myself off, okay?” Flipping on your faucet, you get your hands nice and wet, before you pump some soap onto your hands, and start scrubbing, “Maybe I should shower now, since I’m already here…” You trail off when you feel you bun settle himself on your foot.

Glancing down, you catch him just in time, as he starts to hump you. Gasping in surprise, you try to gently shake him off, but that seemingly just gets himself off faster, as you feel a foreign wetness against your skin, “What the fuck? Are you serious, N’Doul?!” Annoyed with the way he’s suddenly acting, once you finish washing your hands, you reach down, and scoop the bun up, “That’s not cool, bro. Because of that, you can wait in my room while I shower.”

Plopping him in his bunny bed, you turn on your heel, and hurry back into the bathroom, closing the door before he can follow you inside.

Stepping out of your shower, you wrap yourself securely with your plush towel. Not bothering to wipe off the steam from your mirror, you bust out of the bathroom, only to be greeted with your now empty room. The door leading to the hallway is wide open, and your bunny is nowhere to be seen. Completely stupefied, you have no idea how to respond. Did the bun hop up high enough to hit the handle? That should be impossible! A Holland Lop is big, but not that big!

“N’Doul? Bun? Where on Earth did you go?” Deeming your bunny’s safety higher than you changing into clothing, you quickly move out of your room clad in only your towel.

You go room by room, searching frantically for your beloved pet. He has to be here somewhere!

So, when you finally make it to your living room/kitchen, you let out a yell of fear. There, on your couch, is a naked, bunny eared, buff man who’s humping into your previously used panties, “Who the hell are you! Get the fuck out of my house!” Reaching for the baseball bat in the hallway, you hold it up with one hand threateningly, the other currently holding your towel.

A deep, rumbling laugh is heard from the mysterious man, who then tosses aside your soiled panties, “Don't be like that, Love. Your N’Doul only getting myself ready for you.”

“What the fuck are you talking about? And what did you do with my bunny?” He chuckles, relishing your cute reaction.

“I’m your bunny, (Your Name). I’m N’Doul.”

“The hell you are! Get out, before I bash your skull in!” He stands to his feet, completely towering over you. Gulping in fear, you move backwards, but then you notice his eyes. They’re the same milky white your bun has, “I-I’m warning you! Stay away from me, you creep!”

He holds his hands up in mock surrender, showing how large his hands are compared to yours, “I’m not going to hurt you- I wouldn’t be a good mate if I did.”

Without thinking, you chuck your baseball bat at his bunny-eared head, before turning and running to your room. You hear the metal bat make contact, along with a yelp of pain. Locking your door behind you, you search your room for your car keys. Not long after you dump out your purse in pursuit of your keys, you hear loud footsteps thumping towards you.

A loud bang echoes throughout the room, as the man’s hit practically shakes the foundation of the wall, “Open the door, (Your Name)! Open it right now!” He sounds angry, and when you don’t respond fast enough, he starts trying to break down the door, his muscled body practically bending the thin wood with each body slam.

Screaming in fear, you start to cry. Thick tears drip down your face, as you plead with him to stop, “I-I don’t want to! Get out of my house!”

With one last mighty slam, the humanized N’Doul breaks into your bedroom. His nose is bleeding from the bat hitting him in the face, but other than that, he’s completely unscathed. Hearing you cry, he immediately goes to shush you, “Don’t cry, Love. Now that you’re considered an adult in your species, we can finally begin our life together.”

To his chagrin, you continue to sob, completely scared out of your mind, “No! Get out! Stop pretending to be my bunny, it’s weird!” He approaches you slowly, his much bigger form slightly bumping into a few pieces of furniture. This gives you enough time to make a break for it.

You try to round his form, almost making it to what’s left of your bedroom door, only to be stopped by a meaty arm practically slamming you onto your bed. Trying to get up, you quickly realise that escape is impossible, as his muscular legs practically trap you against your mattress. He uses his weight to hold you down, as he bites into your neck, trying to make you submit.

“Shh, stop resisting me, my Love. I promise that I’ll take care of you for the rest of our lives,” He continues to bite at you, as your screams are muffled into your sheets.

His large hands rip your towel off of you, exposing your slightly wet body to his prying fingers. The rough pads of his fingers rub at your erect nipples and unprepared slit, trying to get you as wet as possible.

“You’ll be a wonderful mother, I can tell you were made for this,” His cock head bumps against your tight entrance, forcing itself in as you scream.

He starts a breakneck pace almost immediately, relishing how your walls massage him so sinfully- as if you were made for only him, his inexperienced fingers rub at your clit harshly, trying to make this as pleasurable for you as possible,

Whilst this was happening, a bolt of pure pleasure shot up your spine, as he hit a certain gummy patch in your pussy, causing you to gush uncontrollably. Loud keens escape your gaping mouth, as his harsh ministrations are enough to almost make you cum immediately.

“Fuck, your body accepts me so perfectly, Love. It’s like it knows I’m going to pump you full of kits,” He lightly slaps at your clit, causing you to seize up in orgasm, quickly throwing him over the edge as well. Hot, virile cum overflows your womb, his swimmers quickly inseminating you. But it’s not enough. N’Doul, moments after orgasm, bucks into you even harsher than before, wanting to push as much of his cum as possible inside of you, “My perfect mate, I love you so much! I knew you were the one for me from the first time I met you! Only the love of my life would accept me even with my blindness!”

Still sensitive from before, the both of you hustle over the edge in mere moments, your release squirting all over the both of you.

“We’re not stopping until I know that you're pregnant, my love. Our wonderful kits are such a good birthday present, no?”

#yandere n'doul #yandere n'doul x reader #n'doul x reader #jjba x reader #yandere jjba #yandere jjba x reader #yandere jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo's bizarre adventure x reader #yandere jojo

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blueathens · 3 years

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Falling In Love With Your Soulmate

𝖲𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: 𝖡𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 '𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨𝗌 𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾?' 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖳𝖵 𝖲𝗁𝗈𝗐 '𝖣𝖺𝗐𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖢𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗄,' 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖡𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖸/𝗇.

𝖲𝗈𝗇𝗀: 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨𝗌 𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝗒 𝖠𝗅𝖺𝗇 𝖶𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖱𝖾𝖽 𝖯𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖰𝗎𝗈𝗍𝖾: "𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆."

Masterlist//Dusk Till Dawn Masterlist//Agape Masterlist

Well now really when we go back into falling in love. And say, it's crazy.

They say love is the only thing that is powerful enough to make you crazy. When Ben first met Y/n he felt the sudden need to show off to her. It was at a friend’s party, and he vaguely heard that she enjoys skateboarding, so when he saw her standing by the a group practicing small little tricks, he decided to walk up to one of his mates in the group and asked if he could have a go.

“Ben, man, I didn’t know you could skateboard.” They said to him, passing Ben the skateboard happily, the same very board that Ben had no idea how to use. He took a quick glance at the girl with the gorgeous locks of (h/c) hair and noticed that she was beaming at him taking the board. His eyes snapped back to board in his hands, his check flushing with a bright crimson at her eyes on him.

He placed the board on the floor, knowing that everyone’s eyes in the group was watching him, especially her. His foot on the board, pushing it forwards and back a few times, before giving one final push and he glided away.

It was all going so well, the group cheered and clapped as they watched him go. Ben was surprising himself the most considering he’s never done this before. His ears was focusing on Y/n voice of praises, and it brought him to a world of bliss.

His crazy idea wasn’t so crazy after all, well that’s what he fought until his face meet the incoming tree he didn’t see coming.

“Ouch.” He moaned at the impact, him sitting on his arse, skateboard at his feet, and his eyes were closed as his hand rubbed his head. He heard his friends running to him, shouting words of concern. But he didn’t open his eyes until he felt something cold hit his head, and someone sitting next to him. And when he saw Y/n he swears his pupils dilated in size once again, and he feared that she may have noticed it. Her hand was holding onto the icepack on his head meaning her face was so close to his. And he wanted to slap himself when he felt his eyes flicker down to her lips before looking back into her memorising (e/c) eyes.

“Hey, I’m Y/n.” She told him, voice sounding like angels singing.

“I know.” He responded instantly, eyes shutting immediately as those words flew from his mouth. His eyes opened once again, allowing Y/n to see the ocean again, but his eyes didn’t focus on her, they looked everywhere else where she wasn’t because he knew if he looked at her he would do something crazy, like kiss her. “I-I mean I heard others call you that so I presumed that was your name and it’s a really pretty name and-” he was rambling now and he wished he would just shut up so he didn’t have to embarrass himself more, he already crashed into a tree after claiming he could skateboard and now he was just a rambling mess in front of the girl he’s been crushing on in secret for ages now. “I mean, I’m Ben.”

“I know.” She giggled out and his eyes finally looked back into hers. “It’s a really pretty name too.”

Maybe Ben should thank the tree as it gave him the opportunity to finally talk to you.

“You didn’t actually know how to skateboard, did you?”

“No.” He shook his head, groaning before his next words. “So embarrassing.”

“No, no.” She smiled; she was no longer holding the icepack as Ben took over so he could function a little better without feeling dizzy with her face so close to his. Her knees was brought up closely to her chest, cheek resting against her knee as she gazed at him. “You did really good for a beginner.”

“Your just saying that.”

“Honest.” She said. “It would have been embarrassing if you knew how to skateboard only for you to crash into a tree.” She bit her lip, debating whether she should ask her next question. After another minute thought she decided to ask him, “Why did you do it if you knew you couldn’t?”

“A stupid idea to impress this girl I like.”

Y/n smile grew bigger, knowing that he meant her as she was the only girl in the area that was watching him.

“That was rather stupid of you…you didn’t need to impress her.”

“I heard that she liked skateboarding.” He nibbled on his lip. “So I thought maybe she notice me if I did that.”

“She would’ve defiantly noticed you now by that god awful crash.” She giggled, resulting in Ben chucking along, bringing his hand up to cover his face.

“Shut up.” He mumbled.

“She noticed you way before you crashed into a tree by the way.” She whispered.

“Yeah?” He asked her lowly.

“Yeah…you didn’t need to do something so crazy.”

“They say only love makes you crazy.” His eyes flickered back to her lips, but he didn’t feel the need to kick himself when he noticed she too glanced at his lips.

“Love, huh?”

“Love.”

Falling. You see? We don't say "rising into love". There is in it, the idea of the fall.

There’s a quote which says: ‘Don’t find love, let love find you. That’s why it’s called falling in love because you don’t force yourself to fall…you just fall.’

It’s beautiful because it’s true.

You can’t force yourself to love someone, you have to fall for them. You have to keep on falling down the rabbit hole in hopes that your beloved will catch you in the end. You simply can’t rise in love because that would be you choosing who to love. No, falling is the only way you can do it because it’s unexpected.

Ben never choose to fall in love with Y/n he just did after seeing her so carelessly dancing in front of the fire. She swayed around like she was the only person there, and to Ben she was. She was the only person who mattered in that moment. She danced like no body was watching and he knew it wasn’t the alcohol doing it to her as there was none that night he saw her. He wanted to know everything about her in that moment. He wanted to be the only person to be her insanely happy. And he wanted her to do the same to him.

He wasn’t looking for love at the time for he was only 21 – he crashed into the tree two years later – but he just felt his heart pound harder, his palms sweating more than it has ever done before and he just wanted to be close to her. He just wanted her. But he never tried anything as he saw another man walked over and held her whilst kissing your lips, interrupting her sweet trance – she broke up with him a year later and still Ben never tried anything due to him being too afraid too – and it was true when you truly have fallen you hurt more watching the person you have fallen for be with someone else, and they wasn’t there to catch you, leaving you falling down the rabbit hole alone.

You can’t choose who you fall in love with, you just have to let love find you and that was what Ben did.

And it goes back, as a matter of fact, to extremely fundamental things. That there is always a curious tie at some point between the fall and the creation.

Ben didn’t come to terms with the fact that he fell with you until he heard your sweet voice rant about space. He never knew that the naked eye could only see up to 9,096 stars. He never knew that stars were born in batches in their Steller Nurseries and then, over time, they travel through the Milky Way, far from their creches. He never knew any of this until he heard Y/n talk so passionately about it, and it was like everyone was drawn into the way she spoke. He could see her eyes sparkle at everything she says, a huge smile on her face, and using wild hand gestures to describe the words that flew from her mouth so perfectly.

Taking this ghastly risk is the condition of there being life. You see, for all life is an act of faith and an act of gamble. The moment you take a step, you do so on an act of faith because you don't really know that the floor's not going to give under your feet.

It was a week after the crash that Ben finally asked her out. He was walking her home after a group hangout after one of Leicester’s matches – bear in mind that this was in the year of 2019, he has not yet joined Chelsea – the warm weather was turning colder, and the sun was setting behind the clouds. His hand occasionally brushed against hers, pinkies tapping one another, waiting for them to interlock, a Ben finally did before sliding all his fingers between hers. He looked at her through the corner of his blue eyes, and saw that she was smiling faintly, but she hide it by biting her lip.

“You have a really beautiful smile.” He told her, causing her to let go off her lips and smile warmly at him.

“You’ve been full of compliments tonight.”

“What can I say? I’m a charmer.” He smirked, his hand pressed hers causing her to respond and it was now him who had to hold back the massive smile that was fighting to appear.

“You weren’t when you finally spoke to me.”

“Maybe I could make up for that by you going out on a date with me.” He blurted out, eyes widening slightly at how the response just casually rolled of his tongue, not even thinking about it.

“Is that so?” She raised a brow at him.

“Yeah, we could go to Leicester Planetarium, I know how much you love space.” He blushed slightly, not realising that she may have not known he was at that gathering that night.

“You remembered?” She uttered softly, surprised that someone remembers something so little but yet so important to her…no one has ever done that before.

He gave her half shrug. “I remember everything.” He told her tenderly.

When they reached her block of flats, Y/n left a lingering kiss against Ben’s rosy cheeks and whispered a little “I’ll see you on Saturday.” Before walking up into her apartment block and travelled up to her room. Ben watched her go, touching the spot on her cheek where her lips just touched. Once he knew she would be safely in his apartment he jumped up in joy, fist pumping the cool air, whispering happily a small ‘hell yeah,’ before leaving to go home, hands in his pockets and he whistled a quiet tune to fill the silent night. What he didn’t realise was the girl of his dreams watched his celebration through her apartment window, laughing at his behaviour, chuckling out, “what an idiot,” before closing her grey curtains, humming a tune to fill her quiet apartment.

Everything Ben did that night was out of an act of faith and gamble, not knowing what she’ll say scared him, but he took that leap of faith, and it took him to solid ground of yes.

The moment you take a journey, what an act of faith. The moment that you enter into any kind of human undertaking in relationship, what an act of faith. See, you've given yourself up. But this is the most powerful thing that can be done: surrneder. See. And Love is an act of surrender to another person. Total abandonment. I give myself to you. Take me. Do anything you like with me. See. So, that's quite mad because you see, it's letting things get out of control. All sensible people keep things in control. Watch it, watch it, watch it. Security? Vigilance Watch it. Police? Watch it. Guards? Watch it. Who's going to watch the guards?

The moment Ben and Y/n made their relationship official it was like a breath of fresh air. Ben felt like he can just relax around her and surrender everything he has to her because he trusts her. And he wasn’t even afraid. She could destroy him, crush his heart, shatter his mind, ruin him, break him, hurt him, she could take everything he had, and he would let her willingly.

He loves her with all his heart and even if he knew that she would never intentionally hurt her, he would still let her if she chose to.

He’ll give her everything she wants in a blink of an eye. If she wanted the world, then she got it. If she wanted the juiciest of the reddish apples there was, then she got it.

But she only wanted him as she too was head over heels for him, she would hand him everything too.

They would surrender their selves to one another, and they would never regret it.

Love is surrendering oneself to the other to establish the form of trust. If you couldn’t show yourself to the person you love the most, was it truly love? Love is giving yourself up to the other person. You would allow your beloved to do anything to you at their own will, all because love makes your crazy.

So, actually, therefore, the course of wisdom, what is really sensible, is to let go, is to commit oneself, to give oneself up and that’s quite made. So we come to the strange conclusion that in madness lies sanity.

Y/n was his sanity through all the madness would do for her. Through all the madness he feels for her.

That’s why he asked her to marry him. That’s why he cried when he saw her walk down the aisle so elegantly, so beautifully, to him in that gorgeous white dress. He couldn’t wait to make her ‘Mrs Chilwell’ and he couldn’t wait until his lips touched hers again, the wait was agony not just for him but for Y/n too. Both were practically on the balls of their feet, waiting for the officiator to finalise the ceremony, bring it to the end where he says, “I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride.”

And when his lips touched hers it was like the very first time again, her bowed her down as his lips smiled against hers, his hands firmly on the lace covering her waist. And when he brought her back up, still smiling, he pecked her lips a few more times before walking hand-in-hand down the aisle, heading to get photograph of the two, now married couple, and to the after-party.

They tell you to marry your soulmate and that was what Y/n was to him.

And what is a soulmate you may ask.

Well, it's like a best friend, but more. It's the one person in the world that knows you better than anyone else.

“Amanda from the office is having an affair with Paul, our boss!” You panted as you came running through the living room door. He jumped off the sofa yelling you to wait as you jumped up and down with gossip to spill. He grabbed a bag of popcorn and two lemonades for you both before throwing you over his shoulder, and placing you gently onto the sofa, leaving a kiss on your lips and nose, before he sat next to you.

“Okay, go.” He said once he opened the bag of popcorn.

“She’s pregnant with Paul’s kid, but she told her husband, Michael that it’s his child.”

“No.” He gasped, filling his mouth with popcorn. “But he’ll be able to tell when the baby comes as he and Paul look nothing alike.”

“I guess Amanda hasn’t realised that until Michael reminded her that they haven’t had sex in over two months after she said she was 5 weeks pregnant. B-but then Michael cracked it down and found out that she’s been sleeping with our boss, so he came into the office, punching Paul, throwing him against the wall. Only stopping when Amanda yelled out that she was sleeping with him to get a higher pay rise.”

“What?!”

“And then Michael told Paul that there was no hard feelings and he and Amanda left. They fucking just walked out.”

“Did she get fired.”

“Don’t know. But Paul was well angry.”

It's someone who makes you a better person, well, actually they don't make you a better person... you do that yourself-- because they inspire you.

Y/n wasn’t in the best of places before she met Ben and he helped her deal with everything that was going on, making her happier, but in reality it was more her who got herself better, Ben was just the guiding light to safety.

Y/n inspired Ben to move to Chelsea in 2020, it was something that he was planning to do but he didn’t want to if Y/n didn’t come with him. But she reassured him that she would and support him in everything he did.

They made each other better people out of care and love.

Love wasn’t just full of craziness; they was always sanity to be found. And that sanity is found within a soulmate who understands you.

A soulmate is someone who you carry with you forever. It's the one person who knew you, and accepted you, and believed in you before anyone else did or when no one else would.

“I still find it kind of cute and stupid that you tried to skateboard to get my attention.” Y/n cheekily reminded him, tracing his abs with her finger as she laid on his chest, his hand rubbing up and down her bare back.

“You love reminding me of my humiliation, don’t you?” He smirked, pressing a light kiss onto the top of her head.

“If you never crashed, you probably would have never had the guts to talk to me.”

He chuckled lightly.

“I still remember that the naked eye can only see about 9,096 stars.” He whispered.

“Gosh, you really do love me.”

“More than all of the stars in the universe.”

And no matter what happens.. you'll always love them.

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Demon Boyfriends: Elow &Siphorus

Suprise! I wrote something! What’s better than one demon boyfriend, you ask? Two demon boyfriends, duh. I started this literal months ago, and I’m not going to lie, it's very self indulgent and porny. My praise kink is clear and in full swing. I was going to make one of the characters a hard core brat but he turned soft, what can I say. Anyways, I hope you guys like this! This is a link to my Ko-Fi, everything is appreciated but nothing is expected. <3

Life has been going great for you. Too great, really. You landed a well paying job in a cute small town named Talon Valley. You found the cottage of your dreams in the forest a few miles out of town. It was perfectly desolate and had a garden already set up in the back, as well as shelves that will work perfectly to store your potions. You already picked a great altar space, as well. It was your first time living alone, and you were excited to finally practice your craft in peace.

Except there was no peace, and you soon discovered you were not alone. At first, the misplaced items didn’t phase you. You were still unpacking and you really didn’t know where you set things most of the time anyway. Only after the first couple weeks when things were supposed to be in their places, did you start to notice.

You were a witch, sure. But that didn’t mean you weren’t easily spooked. You didn’t want to make things worse, so instead of doing a cleanse that could anger something stronger than you, you did a few charms and protection spells on yourself. That did nothing to stop the tiny torments. If anything, they increased. Not only were several potions moved, but they were mixed together haphazardly. Then your blinds would open after you had closed them, or your fridge would be left cracked. All harmless things, but knowing someone or something else was doing this was enough to have you constantly on edge. You just wanted to relax, dammit!

You never thought of this side of living alone. During the day, you were living in a beautiful cottage in the lush green forest, but at night it felt as though you were in a haunted cabin in the woods. You really couldn’t take it anymore. You had cried and whimpered all night when you felt you were being watched, and by the time the sun rose you had resolved to deal with this.

You gathered some materials and made your way out of the house. After all, a summoning spell required a lot of concentration and you certainly wouldn't be able to do it in there. You found a nice clearing not too far from your home, and set up. You lit a few candles, did a few incantations, and waited. You were about to give up when, in a puff of smoke, a demon appeared. They were crouched down with blue flames dancing around them, but even still they seemed massive.

As the demon uncurled and stood himself upright, it seemed as though more and more limbs appeared. You counted six arms coming out of him, his whole body a gradient of black to white. His pitch black fingertips seemed as though they were covered in soot, and as you got closer to the middle of his body his skin was more and more milky white. Hooved feet clap on the ground. He had dark eyes and horns like a ram’s curled on the side of their head, with long black hair in between, and he towered over you.

He lowered himself and took your shaking hand in one of his large ones, his pure white eyes staring at you.

“It is lovely to meet you, my master,” his voice is like velvet, and he flashes you his sharp teeth at you before placing a gentle kiss on the back of your hand. “They call me Siphorus. I cannot wait to be of service to you.”

You let out a bleating laugh, unsure what to make of this. You weren’t expecting such a large and powerful demon to come; you weren’t even out of the broom closet and this kind of thing should take years of real practice.

“Um, master?”

He chuckled under his breath, “Yes, master,” he rose, “You summoned me and I am under your command. I promise to fulfil anything you ask of me.”

You ignored his suggestive promise. Smooth as he may be, you were out in the middle of the woods for a more important reason. “You can just call me Lily if you’d like? And well, I sort of need your help with something?”

“Like I said, I am under your command, master,” he prompts you, a clawed finger lifting your chin up.

“There’s something in my house,” you tell him, clearing your throat and putting some space in between the two of you. “Something spooky and it...watches me I think. I don’t know how to make it go away by myself.”

“A powerful witch such as yourself?” he frowns “No matter, I shall play the role of your gallant protector.”

You fight the urge to roll your eyes. Honestly, who talks like that? For someone who looks so formidable, he’s a bit on the odd side. At least he is going to help you.

He starts towards your house, although you aren’t sure how he knows the way.

“Ah yes, I can feel his presence here.” Siphorus opens the door for you with a flourishing gesture.

As soon as one of his hooved feet lands on the other side of your doorway, chaos breaks out. Cabinets are slamming, furniture is being overturned, and the lights are flickering.

“She is MY master! GET OUT!” A voice yells out as lightbulbs start to explode. You let out a scream as glass flies at you, covering your face and burying it in the stomach of the demon by your side. With a wave of his hand Siphorus halts the glass midair, something you probably could have done if you hadn’t been so panicked. You step away from him once again, your face hot. You try to convince yourself it’s from his inner hellfire, but you aren’t too sure.

Siphorus clicks his tongue in a disapproving manner. “Now now, let us not make a mess of our sweet Lilians home, hm?”

An angry hissing sound responds back, things slamming and shaking but nothing as messy.

“This is quite the tantrum. Honestly, show yourself and be gone!” Siphorus calls out, and a figure starts to appear.

White hot flames spiral out in your living room and from within it steps another demon. This one is almost as tall as Siphorus, but not quite. He is lanky, and his skin textured, light colored but red seemed to be pumping underneath, as if it was scar tissue. This one only has one pair of arms, and has no hair. His eyes are cat-like and stare straight at Siphorus, flames around him roaring even stronger.

“GET OUT!” the figure yells, and you flinch into Siphorus once again.

The flames suddenly go out, and you turn to see the other demon looking at you now.

“What,” he paused, swallowing thickly. “What is going on? Did you...find a new demon?” He asked, his voice sounding distraught. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You stand there confused at his words. He doesn’t sound scary at all, if anything he sounds heartbroken. The fear melts away, and you take a step away from Siphorus.

“What do you mean a new demon? This one belong to you?” Siphorus asks, eyebrow raised. You just shake your head, and he heaves a dramatic sigh.

“Of course I belong to her. I became attached to her weeks ago and she brought me home. She was walking in the forest and I felt her energy. It was lonely so I came with,” he hissed these words out, eyes turned to slits.

“She was scared and I had to keep her safe! She was making protection charms and satchels and sticking them everywhere.”

“From you, you nimwit! She didn’t even know you were in the house!” Siphorus admonishes him, “You should have at least presented yourself!”

His face falls further and the demon places himself on one of your dining room chairs, dwarfing it.

“But, she never asked for me? I was never summoned to do her bidding, or had any reason to show myself. I just thought she knew I was here, and would ask me if she needed anything. Since she didn’t ask, I just watched over her.” he sniffles, and you get a knot in your throat.

A pitiful “Oh,” passes through your lips. You move over to him, letting him scoop you onto his lap.

“I just wanted to be a good demon, I’d never had a master that was such a nice witch,” he whines high in the back of his throat, nosing at your hair. You coo at him the way you would a scared puppy, doting on him with attention and sweet pets on his scarred and hairless head.

You then hear a scoff from Siphorus, both you and the new demon turning to look at him.

“What?”

“The two of you are absolutely pitiful, do you know that?” Siphorus asks, baffled.

You stay cuddled up, “Well, wait - what is your name?” you look up into his eyes, his fangs pushing into his soft looking lips.

“Elow, master,” he replies into your hair, still trying to get as close as possible to you.

“Elow, it’s nice to meet you,” you tell him, giving him a sweet smile he readily returns. “Well I’m absolutely fine with Elow staying. And I don’t think we’re pitiful.”

Siphorus sputters. “Well, I suppose we have a bit of a problem, then. You summoned me to get rid of him, and I cannot leave until your summons are completed.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I just don’t feel good about making him leave now, Siphorus.” You tell him, and feel Elows long arms wrap even tighter around you.

“Yes, Siphorus. Please don’t make me leave now,” Elow asks him, eyes wide.

You assure Siphorus you will help him in any way that you can.

“You can stay here until we figure out how to let you go back, of course. I- do you sleep?” you ask them. “I can get some rooms ready for you!” And you scurry off, hoping that the two demons get along.

You aren’t sure how to act now that you have both demons staying in your home. Firstly, you layout some ground rules as far as Elow touching your potions and leaving the fridge door open. He looks so sad after your gentle scolding, so you take some time to comfort him as well. The two of you snuggle up on your small couch and watch a movie. He’s informed you that he has been starved of contact for a long while, and he basks in your touch. You enjoy it as well, and his warmth lulls you to sleep. When the two of you wake, you are covered in a blanket. It’s soft and black, and not one you had seen before. It smelled slightly of fire.

The three of you had settled into a routine. On the days you went to work, you came home to a clean house, and a meal. It was all so domestic, and occasionally one or both of your demons would produce a human glamour and come with you into town. They always kept on sunglasses, though, because they couldn’t change their eyes. You doubt the inhabitants of Talon Valley would mind. Siphorus had informed you that most of the people living here were some kind of supernatural being. As a witch, you fit right in.

So well, in fact, that you had befriended another witch already. She was much more confident in her abilities, and had already figured out a solution to Siphorus being stuck with you.

Coming back from a visit with her, you had mixed feelings. You had a solution, sure, but you had grown so fond of your demon. You didn’t want to let him go, and already felt hollow just thinking about him departing. You creak the front door open while lost in thought and were unprepared for what you were seeing. Standing in shock, you take in the scene before you.

Through the doorway, you can see Elow on top of Siphorus. His head is thrown back, and high pitched moans leave him. You can make out the deep bass of Siphorus encouraging him as Elow bounces on his cock, thoroughly impaled. Siphous is leaning back on one set of hands, with the others on either side of Elow’s hips and face. Elow’s own hardness bobs between his thighs, long and thick. It’s textured like the rest of him, but redder. You feel your own face get hot, and the gasp that leaves your lips is what finally catches your demons’ attention.

Elow is embarrassed and won’t look at you, trying to hide behind a tangle of sooty arms. Siphorus just smirks at you, taking in your doe-eyed appearance. You feel as if your heartbeat is between your legs.

“Isn’t our Elow so beautiful,” he draws out, running his hand along the other demon’s flank. Elow shudders, still fully seated, and you nod. “So beautiful, so good for me. For us,” he purrs into Elow’s ear, his milky eyes still locked on yours. This time Elow actually moans, weather that be from the thickness spearing him open or the words alone, you are unsure. Siphorus beacons you closer, and you feel as though you are under a spell.

With a touch of your magic, the door is shut and locked. Your feet carry you closer to them, and Elow peaks at you, somehow both demure and debauched. He isn’t much smaller than Siphorus, really, but he looks tiny like this. He whispers a “Hi,” into your hand, kissing it gently. You return the sentiment, caressing his face. He squirms and whimpers, and you see his cock jump. “Oh, honey,” you coo, and pull him in for a sweet kiss. One of Siphorus’s hands tangles in your hair, while the other of the set is on Elow’s head, encouraging you two. He encourages you vocally too, his pleased throaty moans making your kiss turn feverish.

“Join us, master,” Siphorus implores you, a hand wandering down your thigh.

Behind the lust you feel for them, a sense of nervous insecurity rises when you go to take your clothes off. You pull off your outerwear, taking your time. Your demons must sense your hesitance, as they pull you between their intertwined forms, Elow at your back.

“Shh master, just focus on my hands,” Elow tells you, ever so sweet. His hands move along your breasts, kneading the flesh there. One rises up, covering your throat. He doesn’t apply any pressure, just holds his hand there. His thumb comes up to brush along your lips, and you take it into your mouth without a conscious thought, sucking and wrapping your tongue around it, an action that draws moans from both of your demons.

“Do not try to hide from us,” Siphorus’s voice is but an echoing growl, teeth pressing into your ear. “We can smell you, master. The air is thick with your want, let us serve you.” From where you rest on his torso, you can feel his hips moving, along with Elow’s hardness pressing against your lower back. You whimper around the thumb in your mouth, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Elow removes his hands, and you let out a pleading moan, not wanting them to stop.

“You have to tell us, master. Tell us what you want, and it’s yours, please,” Elow says, his voice a breath of a whisper.

“Yes, darling, just tell us,” Siphorus echoes the sentiment, and you feel dizzy with want.

“Please,” you breath out, “Please touch me. Take me,” you plead to them.

No sooner do the words leave your lips their hands wrap back around you. You push your butt back onto Elow’s pulsing cock, rolling against it. He whimpers out, and you can only imagine how full he must feel. You use your magic to take your clothes off, not wanting to break the contact with your lovers. Feeling them against your skin is worth any nervousness you may have been feeling. Siphorus captures your mouth in a kiss, and although you may be his master, it is clear who is in control. The press of his teeth to your lips has your hips jerking, and you’re sure they can both feel how wet you are perched on Siphorus’s muscular abdomen.

Siphorus’s hips are moving harder now, meeting Elow’s bouncing ass. A pair of Siphorus’s hands wrap around your hips and in one fluid motion, hovers you on top of his face. Your hands find his horns, steading yourself. He makes a loud, wounded noise at your grip, and Elow moans out at the particularly hard thrust that follows. You take that as a sign to loosen your hold, and pack his reaction away in the back of your mind for another day. You then look down and see Siphorus’s tongue, so very long and pink, seeking out your heat.

He suddenly growls, and flips you around so that you’re facing Elow, and his tongue presses into you. It stretches you and you feel it press against your walls, long enough that it can still curve to press to your clit. The sensations are overwhelming, and you cannot help but rock against them.

You get to watch Elow being fucked, and you meet his mouth in a frenzied kiss. Both of you are being held tight by Siphorus’s hands, being pleasured by him. The hands around Elow are thrusting him up and down, and the peek you get of Siphorus’s member has you clenching harder around his tongue. He laps up the wetness spilling from you as if he is starved, the noises coming from him sound as if he is tasting salvation. Elow acts much the same, drinking from your mouth as if it is the finest wine.

You feel all too much and not enough, and you wrap a hand around Elow’s cock. It’s hot and heavy in your grip, and Elow turns to putty, begging.

“Please don’t stop, please master,” he whines, high in his throat. Incoherent noises keep coming, and you assure him you won’t stop, pressing yourself further onto Siphorus.

“Not gonna stop honey, wanna make you feel good. Such a sweet demon, aren’t you? My sweet demon.” You praise him and his movements turn jerky. The noises leaving him become even more frantic and high pitched. He reaches a crescendo and spills into your hand, covering you in his thick white cum. You don’t stop until he is pulling away from your hand, a whimpering mess convulsing on your other demon's cock. Your other demon, who is now redoubling his assault against your cunt, seems close as well. You watch him tense up and with an animalistic grunt, fill up Elow with his seed. His tongue is still fucking into you, and the visual he and Elow provide is all that is needed to push you over the edge, tensing and jerking away as your climax leaves you breathless.

The three of you pull yourselves apart, you considerably more out of breath than your demons, who are much quicker to recover. Elow is behind you while Siphorus leans upright against the couch, stretching out his many muscles and preening before you. You let your eyes rake over him, and you feel desire bubbling in your skin.

His nostrils flare, and his eyes dig into you even harder, predatory. You feel your heart pound and you’re sure he can smell your want, just as he said.

“Oh, Lily, you think we are done with you?” Siphorus asks you, reaching over to tuck a sweat soaked strand of hair away from your face.

“I hope not,” you whisper out, ignoring how hot you feel your face getting. You gnaw on your lip, and feel Elow stretch his arms out. You lean into them, already feeling breathless.

“C’mere master, please? Can I have you this way?” He asks, tucking you to his front. One hand moves to rest on your throat while the other goes to your leg. You nod eagerly, letting him hoist your leg up as he nudges his member against your opening. He ruts against you before seating himself inside in one lazy thrust. All of your nerve endings are ablaze, and your hands wrap around his forearm, keeping his hand pressed against your neck. He keeps a slow pace, and molasses runs through your veins. The moans that leave you sound desperate, and you watch as Siphorus fists his cock, his other hands tweaking his nipples and moving up and down his body.

You can feel the magic he is putting off, and it’s as if his hands are touching you from where he is in front of you. He is content with watching this time, it seems.

“Deeper, Elow. Give it to her deeper.” Not just watching then, apparently. He is giving orders as well. You moan out as Elow follows his direction and presses deeper into you, an eager “Yes'' leaving his lips. A phantom hand, courtesy of Siphorus, is circling your clit. The slow but persistent pleasure had you throbbing and jerking back into Elows arms, the two of you overstimulated together in the best of ways. More phantom hands ghost over you and go to Elow, who lets out a whorish moan at the feeling.

“Good boy, just like that,” Siphorus praises and nods.

You whimpered and met his milky gaze, “You too darling, you’re such a good girl for us. Such a good little master, aren’t you?” he asks, his smirk downright predatory.

His words pull a noise out of you that you didn’t think you were capable of making. Between his words, phantom hands, and Elow’s deep movements massaging your inner walls, you don’t last long. You feel yourself tense again, sparks flying through your veins as you milk the cock nestled deep inside you. Siphorus is still talking to the two of you, praising you though you can’t make out the words. Elow finishes too, locking himself inside you as he fills you with his seed. He grunts and makes breathy sounds into your neck as he continues to fill you.The warmth of it has aftershocks rippling through you, and you lean your head back against his shoulder as the two of you enjoy your afterglow. He slips from you minutes later, and you feel his plentiful cum running down the inside of your thighs. You should feel a bit grossed out, but all you feel is sated and claimed.

Siphorus must have finished with you as well, since you feel tendrils of his magic cleaning you up. They run up and down your body, prompting you to further melt into them. Your eyes peek open and he is there, smiling and pressing his lips to your forehead. “Shh, let me get us comfortable,” he tells you, before conjuring up a nest of blankets and cushions for you, all with a subtle fiery scent. You and Elow don’t even have to move, all the better since you still very much feel boneless. If Elow’s soft and content noises are anything to go by, he feels the same. Siphorus nuzzles himself in, the three of you tangled together.

“May I admit something, my dearests?” he asks us, answered only with a humming affirmative.

“I- Well, I didn’t have to stay. I’ve been free to leave but I just really, really wanted to stay.” You had not heard him sound so vulnerable before, and you squeeze one of his hands. You’re surprised, but not upset by the news. If anything, it lifts a weight off of your shoulders.

“Pft, tell me something I did not already know,” Elow teases him, his eyes still closed and a smile on his face.

Siphorus sputters, taken aback, but it turns into hearty laughter.

“I’m glad you stayed,” you tell him, kissing him in your half - asleep state.

The blankets and content hum of magic in the air lull you to sleep, surrounded by your loves.

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sunwoo-hoo · 3 years

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↣ school blues

↳ a/n: here it is anon! i hope you don’t mind i altered the request a little bit. this was seriously one of my favorite requests to write so far so i genuinely hope you like it just as much as i do!

↳ requested? yes

↳ genre: fluffyyy + hint of humour

↳ send me a request here!

↳ word count: 1.6k

↳ summary: haruto x female reader (best friends) highschool au where you both are oblivious to each other’s feelings until a friend points it out.

「 7:00 AM 」 You jolted awake hearing the annoying sound of the alarm clock. You couldn’t believe it, summer was officially over and it was time to go back to school. It wasn’t the worst thing in the world. Sure, you hated waking up really early in the mornings, and sometimes even skipping breakfast just so you could have those extra 10 minutes of sleep. But you realized it was all worth it when you got to see him. Watanabe Haruto your best friend for nearly 6 years. Was today finally the day you would tell him how you feel? No, you couldn’t. You didn’t want to destroy any possibility of ruining your friendship. He was everything you could ever want in a best friend, loyal, funny, always looking out for you.

Could you really risk it?

You sighed looking at your alarm clock when you realized you were staring at your ceiling for nearly 5 minutes. You reluctantly got out of bed getting ready to start your day. Once you showered, brushed your hair and teeth you decided to put on subtle makeup. I wonder if he’ll notice. Once you finished your morning routine you quickly gave yourself a once over in the mirror before leaving walking to Haruto’s house.

You had to admit, even though school was back in session you couldn’t deny how autumn was one of your favorite seasons. The crispiness in the air, how the leaves felt under your feet walking. It wasn’t too hot or too cold, it was perfect.

Finally reaching Haruto’s house you gently knocked on the door when his mother answered.

“Oh! [name] don’t you look nice” she said smiling warmly at you. “Haruto should be down any moment, I almost had to drop a bucket of water on him this morning because he didn’t want to wake up” she blurted laughing. Joining in with her laughter you couldn’t help but think of being in that same situation when you woke up.

When he finally came down the stairs you couldn’t help but stare at him. You were in shock on just how much he changed over the summer growing in at least 6 inches in height, nearly towering over you. His black hair was the perfect length resting against his forehead. His skin a milky white with no flaws what so ever. His lips which were not to big and not too small. The healthiest shade of pink. He was perfect.

“Earth to [name]! C’mon we’re gonna be late” he chuckled waving his hand in front of your face. You blinked losing your train of thought.

“Oh r-right” you mumbled

He grabbed your hand without a second thought pulling you out the front door as you faintly heard his mother shouting “Have a great day!”

You finally made it to school when you both saw your mutual friend Park Jeongwoo who you met through Haruto.

He was just as handsome with his tanned skin and charming smile but he was always like a brother to you.

“It’s about time you two made it, class nearly starts in 15 minutes” said Jeongwoo.

“We would’ve been here earlier but [name] was day dreaming again” Haruto smirked

You nudged him with your elbow “I was not!” you nearly shouted. He raised his hands up in defeat “Sure... whatever you say” he replied sarcastically pushing your buttons. You were about to retort with a snide comment back when Jeongwoo interrupted you both.

“I swear you two are like an old married couple” you glared while Haruto simply shrugged his shoulders.

You then heard the warning bell letting you know that you had to be in your first class in 5 minutes. You quickly said your goodbyes to Haruto since you and Jeongwoo had your first class together.

Once Haruto was out of sight and ear shot you pinched Jeongwoo “Ah-Hey! What was that for?” he grumbled rubbing the spot where you pinched.

“Why would you say that in front of him?” you hissed. Realizing what you meant Jeongwoo replied “[name..] it’s been nearly 6 years you have to tell him how you feel before someone else’s does” he reasoned.

You sighed looking down at the ground “I just can’t okay? I don’t want to ruin what we have”.

His eyes soften at you, he was in a tough spot. You and Haruto were his best friends, you two just needed that little nudge. He smirked at himself when he realized what he needed to do.

You panicked when you heard the bell, you were officially late to class now. You quickly grabbed Jeongwoo sleeve and made a run for it.

「 11:30 AM 」 Your morning classes were one big blur, but you smiled when you heard the bell ring indicating that it was lunch time. You quickly went to your locker to exchange your books for your next classes before heading to lunch. Doing it early so that you didn’t have to run straight after eating. Opening your locker your eyes nearly missed the piece of paper that fell out onto the ground. You were confused but picked it up anyway opening it.

「 Dear, [name] meet me by the courtyard after school by 4:00 there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you. 」

Could it be? Was it really Haruto? There’s no way, did he know your feelings? But how did he find out? your mind was going a mile a minute until (speak of the devil) you heard Haruto interrupting your thoughts.

“[Name!!] this is the second time today I’ve had to bring you back to reality. Do I need to take you to the nurse?” he teased

You quickly crumpled the piece of paper in your locker before closing it shut. You rolled your eyes playfully “No, I’m just thinking about what I want for lunch” you replied.

He smirked “Me too, I’m starving let’s go. Jeongwoo already got us a table”.

What was suppose to be an easy going lunch with your two best friends your mind could only think of the note you received in your locker. Your body becoming extremely anxious. You were hungry before but now food was the last thing on your mind.

Haruto definitely took notice because once lunch was over he handed you a ziploc bag of fruit saying “You didn’t eat anything the whole lunch period. Are you sure your okay [name]?” he asked genuinely worried about you.

You gave him a faint smile “I promise I’m okay, it’s just first day jitters” you lied.

Haruto didn’t believe you in the slightest but he knew whatever it was you would tell him when you were ready. He gently moved a strand of hair that had gotten loose during the hectic day behind your ear before replying “If you say so [name] just promise me you’ll eat some fruit in your next class okay?” he pleaded

You looked up at him and smiled brightly “Of course”

“Good, c’mon I’ll walk you to your next class”.

「 4:00 PM 」 You couldn’t believe it you made it through the end of the first day back to school. You wanted to jump in excitement but it also meant you were finally going to face your secret admirer. What if it wasn’t even Haruto? That would’ve been the worst case scenario. Should you even go? No, enough was enough. You decided to face your feelings if it was Haruto or not.

You waited until most of the students cleared out for the day before heading to the courtyard. You sat by a nearby bench waiting apprehensively. Your heart started to race, your palms were starting to become sweaty and that’s when you heard him.

“[name?]” you turned your head and saw him. It was Haruto. You smiled “So it was you?” you wondered.

He looked at you confusedly “What do you mean? I got a letter saying that a girl liked me but I thought it was joke”

Your then felt your heart sank, but none of it made sense. You got the same letter but the context was entirely different.

You got up and walked towards him, it was now or never. No backing out now.

“Haruto... I do like you, hell, I love you. Ever since we met I knew you were the one for me. You’re my best friend, my partner in crime. You’re who I think of the minute I wake up and my last thought before I go to bed. I-I..” you rambled

He smirked grabbing your hand pulling you close, your mind couldn’t even comprehend when he leaned down and crashed his lips onto yours. It was everything you thought your first kiss would be. Sweet, passionate, comfortable. Usually first kisses were horrible and awkward but with Haruto everything felt right. He brought his free hand up to your neck deepening the kiss.

When you finally broke apart you looked up at him.

“I’ve always loved you too [name]... I just couldn’t bring myself to tell you. I didn’t think you felt the same way” he revealed.

Hearing those words your body finally felt relaxed you softly laughed at him. He smiled in return.

He was about to give you another kiss until you both heard the sound of clapping coming from the trees.

You both whipped your head and saw none other than Jeongwoo walking towards you and Haruto. That’s when you realized it, hitting you like a bolt of lightning it was Jeongwoo.

“IT WAS YOU?!” you screamed at Jeongwoo

He laughed and responded “Of course it was me [name] you both are so oblivious. Aren’t you glad I gave you both the push you needed?”

You only glared at him while Haruto playfully shoved Jeongwoo.

Next thing you knew all three of you started to laugh, Haruto pulling you in close once more.

You couldn’t believe how from one school day you got everything you had always hoped for. Looking at both your best friends you thought to yourself.

This was going to be your best year yet.

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#treasure imagines #treasure scenarios #treasure x reader #haruto x reader #watanabe haruto x reader #yg treasure #treasure #treasure reactions #[mine 🌸]#treasure fluff

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megs-mostly-past-random-fandoms · 3 years

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True Mate

Based on this request: Could I please request an Edward Cullen one where he meets his true mate in Volterra when he thinks Bella is dead?

Here you are! The first of the requests! *Familiar Characters are NOT mine!*

Fandom: Twilight

Warnings: Angsty. Mentions of death? Takes place at the end of New Moon. It’s a bit short.

Pairings/Characters: Edward Cullen x vampire!reader, Volturi Kings(With Caius as reader’s creator/”father”), Alice Cullen, Bella Swan

Something was…different. There was a scent in the castle that you'd never smelled before. It called to you like a siren. You stopped mid-conversation with your "mother", Athenodora, when the scent hit you. You ignored calls of your name as you speed in toward the source of the intoxicating scent, not knowing that the origin was in that moment, begging your "father" and the other leaders to kill him.

Edward Cullen couldn't bring himself to meet the gazes of the Volturi leaders. He just wanted it to be over. After all, why should he remaining in his torturous existence if the woman he loved was no longer alive? "Edward," Aro began, looking distraught, "We shall discuss it, my brothers and I. I know she meant much to you, but she was il tua cantante, not your true mate. They are not the same. That will affect our decision as well."

Edward frowned, but was saved from arguing with the leader when the door burst open. If the first whiff of Bella's scent had been a violent storm, this was the complete opposite. This was peace. Home. A warmth that Edward could not explain. He finally glanced up to meet a pair of milky red eyes already staring back at him. It couldn't be.

"Y/N," Caius greeted and Edward resisted the urge to test your name on his tongue. You barely looked at Caius as you greeted him in return. Your eyes were riveted on Edward's. Aro and Caius exchanged a look while Marcus was focused solely on you and Edward. A rare, soft smile reached his lips and he called for his brother. Aro took his hand, seeing the memory and he giggled. "Well, this is a happy turn of events. It seems young Edward has found his true mate after all."

"Why is he here, Father?" you asked after a moment, "Has he broken laws?" Caius frowned a bit. "Of a sort. But that is not why he is here. He wishes for us to end his life." Your brows furrowed as you asked Edward himself why. But Edward couldn't speak. He could hardly think. All this time he had been with Bella, he'd thought he'd found the one he was supposed to be with. But here you were, standing in front of him and he could only see you.

Edward hadn't heard Aro answer your question, but snapped back to reality when you crossed your arms and sighed. Edward automatically tuned into your thoughts. "What an idiot. Still…he's a cute idiot. And my mate. It could have been worse. I could be stuck with Jane." Edward bit back a small chuckle. Out loud, you said, "You should hunt. Come with me and we will find something more suited to your unique tastes. Then, we will need to talk." You offered a hand, which Edward took without hesitation. In that moment, Edward made a decision and so did the leaders.

"Edward," Aro spoke after quickly and quietly conferring with Caius and Marcus. You and Edward turned back to them and Aro smiled. "I trust you no longer wish to end this life? Because we would not do anything to hurt our Y/N. We will not grant your desire even if you still wish it." Edward didn't even need to think as he shook his head. "Thank you," he said softly, "Thank you for considering my request, but it isn't necessary." With that, you and Edward sped off to find him an animal to hunt.

Meanwhile, as she search for a car after landing in Italy, Alice Cullen stopped dead in her tracks. Bella glanced at her knowing that she was having a vision, probably about Edward. "No. No. No, this can't be happening," Alice muttered. Bella asked her what was wrong. Alice snapped out of the vision and bit her lip. "The Volturi turned him down. He's going to do something drastic."

Bella gave Alice the reaction she'd been hoping for. She demanded that they find a way to get to Edward faster. Alice didn't tell her exactly what drastic decision Edward had made because she didn't know why herself. All she knew was that she'd seen Edward with dark grey robes over his shoulders. When someone had called to him in the vision, he'd turned and Alice caught a glimpse of his eyes. His red eyes. Whatever was happening, Alice knew she had to stop it. By any means necessary.

(a/n: I hope you like it! I know it’s short, but I’m open to writing a 2nd part if anyone is interested.)

#twilight #edward cullen #edward cullen x reader #edward x reader

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unrequitedloveletter · 3 years

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Certainly- Kaz Brekker

The reader is a bit of an astrology and astronomy alike geek for this, which I hope y’all don’t mind! Also, in this case, phones exist so lets pretend that phones exist in Ketterdam, making it a bit of a modern au, I guess!

Also, this’ll probably be a bit ooc for Kaz

Fic type- angsty fluff

Warnings- blood, mentions of death, and the reader is sick (nothing specific, I just kind of took random symptoms and made up a word for the sickness)

You were determined to see the stars before you went, and as you grew sicker, none of the crows knew when that would be, so, after a little convincing, the crows had gotten Colm to let you spend a couple of months at his farm in Novyi Zem, where the stars were the clearest at night, not burdened by light pollution or the screams of lively cities.

It was the seven of you crammed into a basement, sharing beds, but none of them cared, and you were just glad to be with the people you called family. You were happy that they were with you, that Kaz was willing to wheel you everywhere when you got too weak to stand, that Jesper still made jokes, even despite watching you deteriorate. You were grateful for Inejs smile, Wylans music, Ninas impeccable tastes and Matthias and his big arms that could lift you and put you down without issue.

The six of them had started taking shifts taking you outside. Nina took you outside Sunday nights, Matthias Mondays, Wylan Tuesdays, Jesper Thursdays, Inej Fridays and Kaz Saturdays. Wednesdays you rested up; ate when it was time to eat, used the bathroom when you needed, took a shower if it were the appropriate time, but other than that, you slept.

It was Kaz’s day to wheel you out, and you’d had a particularly rough day that day. Inej went with him, promising not to intrude on the time that you would spend together. She’d do backflips and run across the roof of the farm if you asked her to, but she’d not interrupt otherwise.

“I love the stars,” you whispered, leaning back in your wheelchair and tightening the hold of the blanket over your lap. “Thank you both. For doing this.”

“Don’t you worry, love,” Kaz murmured. “Just keep your eyes on the stars, okay?”

“We’re happy to do this,” Inej added. “All of us are. Really.” It was like both of them could sense it as well as you could. You had a feeling that the night would end terribly, just like the morning had begun.

You’d woken up only to need to rush to the toilet immediately, blood coming up your throat like bile, staining your skin and leaving your bottom lip red as a cherry.

Kaz had been at your side in a minute, Nina and Wylan right behind him. Wylan kept your hair away from the sides of your face, Nina slowed your heartrate and Kaz wet a cloth with cold water to get your body temp down.

Kaz had forced himself to stay in the moment, to not let his thoughts stray to the urge to sleep in the same bed as you to make sure that nothing happened while you slept--to be there in case something did--but to stay on the sun as it set and the faraway sound of Wylan playing his flute with the window open so that you’d be able to hear it.

Once you’d gotten settled under a tree, Inej ran off, making her way inside and up to the barns roof, where she sat, keeping a watch from a distance as Kaz let you rest your head against his shoulder, gloved hand interlaced with yours.

“I love you, Brekker,” you murmured. “Please don’t forget that. Ever.”

“I won’t,” he whispered. “You’re gonna stay around and get better until we can spar again, and you can beat my ass even though I’ve my cane as a weapon.”

“You know full well I can’t promise that,” you wished that you could. You desperately wished. “I’m going to die young, Kaz. I’m not gonna get to eighteen, much less eighty.” Kaz hated you for that.

He hated you because everything that you said somehow managed to be right. It was like you had a sixth sense for that kind of thing, and while, on missions, it proved useful, in that scenario, it just proved annoying.

“You’re gonna make it to eighteen if it kills me,” he informed you. “I’ll take you around the globe if I need to, just to make sure you end up okay. I will not live a life without you in it, Y/N.”

“You’re sweet,” you murmured. “Incredibly sweet.”

“Only to you, L/N.” That was the last bit of conversation for a long while as the sun set and the stars came out.

“Did you know that the moon isn’t circular?” You pointed lazily to it, bright and beautiful amongst the even brighter stars. “According to scientests, it’s actually shaped like a lemon!” Kaz didn’t fight his smile.

Of course you’d be spouting off the little factoids you knew about space. You loved it, how vast and crazy it all seemed.

“And that the clouds at the center of the Milky Way smell like raspberries and rum?” Kaz snorted.

“Okay, now, theres no way that ones true!”

“Oh,” you leaned up, booping his nose without a care in the world. “But it is! It’s in a study somewhere, I think! Look it up!” He laughed, pulling you closer to him as you rambled.

Inej had started doing running flips across the roof, spinning and dancing and no doubt laughing as she did. Kaz knew it was an elaborate effort to get you to smile, and it seemed to work as she moved; a delightful silhouette amongst a star filled sky.

“I love you, Kaz Brekker,” you whispered. “You don’t need to say it back, but I really, truly do love you with every bone that exists in my body.”

“I love you too,” he said it without hesitation. “And I’ll love you until we’re old and grey, I swear it.”

“Don’t hold me to that promise,” you murmured. “You know how bad this is. Stop thinking that I’ll make it into the new year. I probably wont.”

“You will if it kills me, Y/N,” he gave your shoulders a gentle squeeze. “I’ll drain the bank dry if I have to, I swear to Ghezen.”

You didn’t say anything after, too exhausted to even think about starting an argument with him, simply not wanting to.

But then, an hour later, Kaz felt fear trickle into his stomach like it hadn’t ever in his life.

“And then theres Supernova. It’s like a star that’s dying having it’s last celebration. Like when we get a really big win, or when we get away with what we intended to get away with, and we all get shitfaced before we collapse onto our beds and sleep for the night? A supernova is a dying stars explosion. It’s the last celebration that the star has before it dies out.” you’d been rambling.

“Tonight is my... tonight is my...” Kaz had called for Nina right then and there, screaming her name while he felt you go slack against him.

“Zenik!” He screamed, not caring at all if he were to wake up Jespers father. “Zenik, call in that fucking favor with the bloody Ravkan prince!” Matthias came barreling out after her, phone in hand, already speaking to someone as Nina began working, steadying your heart and trying her hardest to keep you alive.

Kaz had to force himself to walk away from it all, pushing his feet away after giving your shoulders one last squeeze and walking far out into the field.

Once he was sure he was out of earshot, he couldn’t stop himself. Tears flooded his eyes and he found himself glaring at the sky, wanting to scream, wanting to shout, wishing that there was someone around that he could gut like a fish.

“Saints,” he murmured through gritted teeth. “Sankt Ilya, Sankt Adrik, Sankta Alina of The Fold, I know I am a terrible person, but Y/N is not. They’re good, they smile, they laugh, they’re kind to others when those people probably don’t deserve their kindness. I know I’m damned, I know that you probably strongly dislike me, but they’re different.” He’d never asked the Saints for anything before, and he never would again.

“Please, just, let them live. Let them get the life that they deserve. I’ll do my best to make them happy, but you have to let me,” he wiped the tears from his eyes as they came. “They deserve the life that you’re so willing to take away, and all I ask is that you don’t take it.” He heard the sounds of the ambulance car and raced back to you, gripping your hand as they helped you onto a stretcher and out of the field, through the house and out the entrance.

I won’t lose them, he told himself. A world without them is one that’s unbearable.

O N E Y E A R L A T E R

You laughed as Nina chased you through the halls of the Little Palace, running quickly through the endless corridors, your laughter carrying through them as you kept yourself in front of Nina.

Nikolai had kept you in the Os Altan palace since that night, where Inej laughed and danced and did her flips, whilst Wylan played the piano and Kaz sat beside you, listening to your ramblings without a care in the world.

“You seem delighted,” Nikolai noticed as you stopped in front of his office. “I’ve never seen you walk without that Brekker boy at your side, much less run while Zenik is on your tail!” You shrugged, laughing as Ninas front crashed into your back.

“This is the best I’ve felt in a year,” you murmured. “I figured I’d see if Nina was up to chase me around this morning, and I haven’t stopped running since!” You peered in through the open office door, looking for that familliar mop of dark brown hair.

Nina wrapped her arms around you and gave you a gentle squeeze. “He’ll be here any minute,” she murmured. “He and the boys are just finishing up a job for Nik in East Ravka, but Matthias told me the second that they’d left!”

“Trust me. Y/N,” Nikolais smooth voice murmured. “I put them on one of my fastest boats. I knew how long it’d take them to get from here to east Ravka and back, and I promised him he’d be here when you finally awoke.”

“Hows it feel, anyway?” Zoya appeared at his side. “Eighteen, I mean.” You shrugged.

“I miss Kaz,” you murmured bluntly. “I hate that I have to tell him that he was right, but I still miss him.”

Nikolai took Zoyas hand, pulling her close as you and Nina watched, smiles on your faces.

“Young love,” Zoya teased. “Zenik, let go of them so that they can turn around.” Nina obeyed, letting you go and moving to lean against the doorway with Nikolai and Zoya.

You turned, and smiled when your gazes met. “You were right, Brekker,” you murmured, walking toward him as he held out your gift to you. “I’m better now, and the second that you’re ready to spar, I’m gonna beat your ass, even though you’ve your cane as a weapon.” He grabbed your pinky with his the moment you were within distance.

“How’d the heist go?” You murmured once the two of you had walked out of earshot.

“Good,” Kaz let himself be close to you as you two moved, squeezing your pinky as you slowed your steps. “Plan went off without a hitch, for three idiots and a mastermind with a limp. I brought you this from it,” he held the gift out to you again, and you took it in your free hand, examining it.

“I had to ask permission for that,” he murmured. “I had to get the Ravkan kings seal of approval to steal that for you.” You laughed, looking it over.

It was a journal. Black and leather bound, pages crisp and untouched. A pen was tucked into the cover.

“I promise, we’ll go home soon,” you responded. “I miss Ketterdam. I could go for some waffles.”

“Don’t they have waffles here?” Kaz questioned.

“Not Ketterdam waffles, love. Ketterdam waffles are unlike any pathetic waffle from here! Doused in syrup and whip cream--” You let out a satisfied sigh. “So good it’s almost surreal!” Kaz smirked.

“Waffle date when you’re well enough to return home then?”

“Certainly.”

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ohmysparkle · 3 years

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🌙 Part III

🌙 Pairing: Jung Jaehyun (NCT) x Reader, Johnny Seo (NCT) x Reader

🌙 Genre: Angst, Soulmate au

🌙 Word count: 2.1K

🌙 Warnings: none in this chapter

🌙 Series Masterlist

🌙 Note: This series was sparked by an ask from my first account. It’s been collecting dust for a few months, but I’ve always had the intention of finishing it!! It’s been slightly rewritten.

🌙 Tag List: @justineasian @cookydream

Johnny glided between the shelves of 7/11, your 7/11. At the moment he held up a bag of savory chips and caramel popcorn, discerning them in an attempt to guess which one you’d prefer. What was your favorite ice cream flavor? Did you like milky or dark chocolate? What about gummies?

But the question that bothered him most was if he should be doing this in the first place. Wasn’t it all a bit… much?

Nah… he was just being friendly. Maybe he wanted to be more, did this give you too strong of an impression too soon?

Fuck it.

He got at least one of every item that crossed his mind, just for you. A bottle of wine too, since you seemed to like that. Some painkillers for your cramps as well. He found himself nervously knocking on your door a few minutes later. He hoped you’d be there, and he hoped he wasn’t making himself look like a fool.

You were there, and as soon as you opened the door he could smell all of those sweet and comforting scents that came from you and your home, and you flooded his feelings all over. Goodness, how could everything of yours smell so good - and so unique. And then seeing you, how your eyes widened in a bit of surprise then curved into a smile because you saw him, it made him swoon. You were happy to see him, and that made him happy too. He just wished he could make sure he wouldn’t do something to mess this up with his naivety.

You’re going through a similar ordeal, being greeted by an overwhelming sight. Johnny, all tall and broad, is wearing a classic pair of jeans with a shirt with its sleeves rolled up. He’s got a smile plastered on his face, and when you see him he just makes things seem brighter, happier somehow. You immediately notice a sharp refreshing scent coming from him, and you guess it must be so noticeable because it contrasts so sharply from the scented candles in your apartment. It’s a nice, plain scent. Definitely his cologne, but its quite clean and fresh.

“Johnny…” you say, smiling, but you’re a bit stunned so your words just cut off there for a moment as you both stare, smiling at one another. “What are you doing here?”

“Hi.” He smiles goofily, his nerves melting a bit, “I wanted to come say hello. And… uhm, I’ve got a few things for you too.” he hands them out but you don’t let him leave just yet.

“Oh, please, come in. Sorry for the mess!”

Your apartment was not at all a mess. It was clean, your little dining table was occupied with notes and pens and highlighters, and there was a fluffy blanket thrown on the couch. He’d love to spend time in a place as charming as this. His place with Jaehyun was always clean, sparkling, but it’s because neither of them filled it with anything homely at all. It was just empty and boring with the exception of some spot or another where they’d put personal items in their own rooms.

“Uhm… this is for you.” He said while shyly holding up two large bags from the convenience store. “You said you had ‘girl stuff’ so I hope some of this might help you feel better…”

You looked into the bags, it was like a treasure chest, every single craving you could have possibly gotten was in there. Sweet, salty, boozy, comforting - and all from Johnny, all for you.

“Johnny, you shouldn’t have! I don’t know what to say but this is all perfect.” It really was perfect. “But… I’m trying to dial down on the drinking. So, how about I save this bottle for the next time we drink together, hopefully on a happy occasion. Maybe… I can cook for you again sometime, as a thank you.” You say with a giggle.

He’s surprised to see that you already imagine spending more time with him. It certainly reassures him when he had thought that today’s gesture might have been awkward.

“Do you have any plans today?” You ask him.

“Not really… I just planned on stopping by.”

“Well, I’m up to my wits end with a paper I’ve got, and I was just about to watch a movie. Would you maybe like to join me and you can help me out with all of these goodies you’ve brought?”

“I really don’t want to bother, I just wanted to make sure you felt ok.”

“I feel better now thanks to you and if you want to… I’d be happy if we just hung out a bit.”

How could he say no?

Eventually the two of you do settle on a movie. While he’s still nervously checking your body language and reactions to his presence, the two of you get deeply engaged in the story and have an enjoyable banter as commentary. He enjoyed the movie, but more so, he enjoyed watching it with you. All the little comments you made, the clever quips, your reactions, the way you made faces at him to see if you were both thinking the same thing regarding whatever was on screen.

A second movie is proposed. You ask him if he wants something to eat, you insist on cooking and it all sounds perfect to Johnny. He’d like nothing more than to accept your offer. It’s like a dream, he feels

But he doesn’t.

Because at that moment he swallows the cold realization that he’s absolutely smitten with you, and he just can’t let himself do that. Not to you, not to himself, and not to Jaehyun. It wasn’t that he had much consideration for Jaehyun at the moment but nonetheless, that man still had a connection to you, and Johnny didn’t feel right about stepping in the middle of that - even if it was all wrong, even if you said you wanted to move on... Johnny wouldn’t let himself be the one to step in the way. He’d been on the other end of that once before, and it almost killed him.

“I’m sorry, it’s getting late and I’ve got a few things to do at home.”

“Oh… That’s ok. Just make sure to not be a stranger, I really do enjoy spending time with you Johnny.”

Your smile crushes him. What he decides to do after this encounter crushes him even worse.

It’s all a shame really, because you genuinely meant it when you said you enjoyed his company. The aftermath of it crushes you a little bit too.

Johnny gets home soon after, he feels like your scent is clinging to him.

“Johnny, can I talk to you?” Jaehyun asks him as soon as he walks in.

“Not today.”

Johnny slams his bedroom door behind him.

Ignoring Jaehyun was easy. Leave for classes as early as possible, get home as late as possible, lock himself in his room. Go out to eat as soon as he knew Jaehyun was gone or simply leave to eat at a restaurant. Easy peasy lemon squeezy. Jaehyun trailed him everywhere with sad eyes like a wounded dog, and Johnny didn’t even feel his resolve tested when he’d choose to ignore him.

But, to ignore you was painful.

He’d run into you everywhere, you’d rush up to him with a smile. You had this horrible habit of rubbing his arm that made him want to crawl away from you and chant some mantra to get you out of his damn mind. Why was it that before the whole situation with Jaehyun, he’d never caught a glimpse of you, yet now you were permeating every waking thought and dream he had?

He tried hard, so hard.

So, so hard to not effortlessly fall into an entertaining conversation with you, impossibly hard to not smile when you did. When you asked for his number, he was so entranced that he mindlessly gave it to you, so now you could text him and ignoring you was a thousand times more difficult. You sent him pictures of animals you’d run into when you jogged. Screenshots of upcoming movies that you suggested the two of you watch together. Meal ideas for the next time you would cook for him. Meals! For him! From you! He wondered, would you still cook for him with love?

Was it only your cooking that had love for him?

“Johnny, please talk to me.” Jaehun pleaded at their breakfast counter. It had been three weeks since the punch, and the bruise was finally gone. In fact, Johnny’s own anger had subsided too, just a little, but he was still apathetic towards Jaehyun.

“You can talk, I’ll listen.” He said while sipping on some iced coffee. It seemed to be the only way he drank his coffee now, since you made one for him. Still, it wasn’t as good as yours.

“I want to apologize, again…”

“Apology accepted.” Johnny said apathetically.

“No John. I want to apologize for everything. To you, to all the people I’ve hurt. To her. I want to make things right.”

“And how do you plan on doing that?”

“I’m going to start by apologizing to those girls… but I’m gonna have to ask you to remind me what their names are, and maybe help me see how I can contact them.”

“I’d hate to help you with anything, but fine.”

“And I want to make it up to her as well.”

“Y/n?” Johnny sighed. He was fairly certain you’d want nothing to do with Jaehyun, in fact, you were blossoming in life since the day you told him you planned to move on. You were happy, your grades were great, you were motivated, making friends… Jaehyun didn’t fit in the beautiful picture you had made for yourself. In fact, you didn’t need him there. “What do you even plan on doing?” Johnny asked skeptically.

“I want to apologize first, and then, I hope that she and I can get to know each other. I… want to give it a shot.” He says. Johnny thinks Jaehyun is delusional, but he doesn’t want to crash his new found path to redemption just yet.

“Give it a shot?What makes you think she wants that?” Johnny says with a casual sip on his straw.

“I want to let her know I’ve changed, and that I’m gonna keep changing - for the better.”

“It’s not good to change solely for one person, Jaehyun. It’s about you first and the kind of person you want to be - the life you want.”

“I’m not changing for her. I’m changing because I’ve messed things up for people, people I could have loved, people who loved me… and I lost someone that meant more to me than anyone else and I don’t want to go through that again. I don’t want to hurt people to the point they hate me.”

“I’m pretty sure she doesn’t hate you.”

“I was talking about you.” Jaehyun said.

Well, he wasn’t wrong. There used to be a lot of love between the two of them, and now Johnny didn’t have an ounce of appreciation for the person that Jaehyun had become. It wasn’t hate per se, there wasn’t that active anger to it. It was dislike and indifference. Apathy.

“Well Jae, I hope you tell people all about how you’ve changed once you’ve actually got something to show for it.”

Johnny got up and went to his room. He closed the door but didn’t slam it this time.When he sat down on his bed and looked at his phone something came to his mind and gave him all kinds of butterflies in the wrong way.

Jaehyun didn’t know that the two of you had become friends. He didn’t know how much time you had been spending together. And he certainly didn’t know how much Johnny didn’t want him to speak to you ever again. You were too good for him, too precious to even grace his presence. But it wasn’t his place to meddle.

He could only hope, beg to some cosmic force, that you would not want Jaehyun’s presence in your life. He wasn’t sure if he could handle this kind of heartbreak twice.

A few days later, you hear a knock on your door. It’s odd, you weren’t expecting anyone, but the only person that ever came by was Johnny, so you have a bit of a spring in your step and a smile on your face as you go answer, hoping it's him.

It’s funny, how even the thought of his presence makes your disposition all sunny, the promise of your day better, and your attitude lighter.

“Hello?” You say as you swing the door open, but it’s not Johnny.

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kythed · 3 years

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I have a fic request for Kuroo! A childhood friends to lovers situation based off the song Take my Hand by Picture This! (Just a cute song that has been haunting me because Kuroo ❤️)

I have been through and stalked your blog and I love it! I also saw the ficmas prompt list and I’m looking forward to requesting those too!

I hope this is okay and thank you so much! Your stuff is a joy to read! ❤️❤️❤️✨✨✨

take my hand

kuroo tetsurou x reader

hope you enjoy <3

five.

“You’re my best friend,” he tells you, swallowing the heart that keeps straining to burst from his throat, to lay itself at your feet in all its humiliating devotion. “Of course I love you.”

And he does love you, he reassures himself, letting you walk ahead of him. Just not in the way you think he does. He struggles to keep his eyes above your waistline, tearing his gaze from the hem of your skirt and pointedly pinning it to the back of your head, where your hair is loosely tied with a glossy silk ribbon. His efforts succeed for nearly thirty seconds before he again finds his eyes tracing their way down your neck, down your back, down to the arch of your waist and the flare of your hips, relishing the curve of your--

Damn it. He abruptly stops in his tracks, rubbing his eyes until he sees only stars. (Maybe if he rubs his eyes with enough vigor he’ll stop noticing things he shouldn’t notice while looking at his best friend.)

“Tetsu,” you say, turning around with a laugh. “You okay?”

“I’m fine,” he says gruffly, blinking hard.

He’s not fine.

four.

Life is painful when you’re in love with your oldest, dearest friend. Let Kuroo Tetsurou be the first to testify that when you’ve grown up with someone your entire life, when you’ve made the long, tedious trek from diapers to graduation gowns with them, it feels almost sinful to find yourself slipping into daydreams about pressing that person against your wall, about hearing them whisper your name on soft linen sheets, about kissing them breathless and glassy eyed until the sun plunges beneath the horizon with a brazen wink.

He hates himself for staring at you and hoping to catch you staring back. He hates himself for letting your words wash over his head, unheard, in favor of watching the way your lips curve and curl when you speak.

Most of all, he hates himself for loving you so fiercely in a particular way that would surely sour your stomach and send you running.

“I love you too,” you say, waiting for him to catch up and fall into step beside you. You take his hand and lace your fingers with his as you make your way up the street to your house. The windows glow a domestic orange, dimly illuminating the patch of asphalt before your front door.

It’s nearing seven now-- the gentle clinking of silverware and some sort of faint, savory scent from within inform you of dinner’s impending commencement.

“I know,” he says, cracking a crooked smile. You roll your eyes as he brushes a mocking kiss over your knuckles. “I’m hard to hate.”

three.

Most of the summer passes uneventfully, according to Kuroo’s standards. He manages to keep himself in check, even as he spends each and every day with you, dawn til dusk, savoring your presence the way a starving man savors his last ration.

He manages to treat you almost exactly as he’s treated you his entire life-- like a best friend. He tells his silly jokes that make you giggle and groan simultaneously. He pushes you off the pier when you least expect it, howling with laughter as you resurface, sputtering and flinging fiery invective. He shares an earbud with you as he walks downtown with you by his side, arm slung over your shoulder with carefully calculated composure.

He almost makes it to autumn without incident.

The small, hidden moments are what gives him away, though, layered within false nonchalance and easygoing grins like brightly painted matryoshka.

The way his chest constricts almost painfully when you laugh at a pun he’s ad-libbed on the spot, sending a flurry of butterflies freewheeling in the pit of his stomach.

“It really wasn’t that good,” he chuckles, tenderly watching as tears of laughter prick at the corners of your eyes and you grip his forearm in an attempt to steady yourself as giggles rack your body.

“No, it wasn’t,” you agree, struggling to catch your breath. “It was awful, and that’s what made it so funny.”

(He makes about a dozen more puns that day, feeling like he’s won the lottery whenever you so much as smile at his pitiful attempts at wordplay.)

The way his hands tremble when you turn around and ask him to tie your bikini string before you jump into the lake, the way he bites his lip so some horribly incriminating comment about how he really thinks you’d “be better off without the bikini at all” doesn’t slip out from his mouth.

“Thanks Tetsu,” you chirp after he ties the string around the back of your neck in a neat double-knot. You give him a wink and take off towards the water, kicking up sand in the process. “Last one in buys lunch!”

(He was already planning on paying anyways.)

The way he sits up a little straighter when you lean over and slip a hand under his arms to press ‘skip’ on his phone while you listen to his playlist-- you’re so close he can smell your lip balm.

“Sorry,” you say, smiling apologetically. “I don’t really like that band.”

(Later that evening, Kuroo goes through his Spotify and deletes every single song from that band he has on all of his playlists.)

Yes, he manages to keep himself in check outwardly. But inside, he can feel himself digging his grave a little deeper with each passing day. He watches the sands of summer run through his fingers with the dread of a man counting down the days to his funeral.

He just knows that one of these days he’s going to slip.

two.

He’s right, of course. There’s only so much emotional torment one person can humanly endure. It’s just that he’s hoping he can extinguish this inconvenient, one-sided flame before August comes around. Maybe then everything can go back to normal, whatever normal might entail.

Needless to say, Kuroo’s hopes are dashed before summer comes to a close.

It’s a sticky July evening when you and he drive out to an empty parking lot at the edge of town, a blanket and an old transistor radio in tow. You’re wearing a pale yellow sundress that falls to just above your knees-- he’s glad it’s not any shorter, and that the breeze isn’t quite strong enough to lift your hem.

“I think I can see Orion’s belt,” you say, pointing towards somewhere far into the cosmos. Kuroo squints, trying to follow your finger.

“I don’t think that’s Orion,” he says. “Looks like a cat to me.”

The two of you are sitting on a blanket spread across the hood of his car, craning your necks to make out vague shapes in the stars. Between you, slow, muffled music trickles out from the radio’s small speakers, some sort of vintage tune from the forties.

“How in the world are you seeing a cat?” You shake your head, giving him a hard poke on the shoulder. “Looks more like a swarm of astral bees than anything.”

“Astral bees,” he repeats with a laugh. “Laziest constellation interpretation I’ve ever heard.”

“It’s not lazy,” you protest. “It’s accurate.”

Kuroo just smiles and shrugs, sneaking a glance at you. Your face is bathed in milky starlight, eyes wide as you peer up at the cloudless sky with a blend of wonder and appreciation. There’s some competition, but he thinks this might be the prettiest you’ve ever looked in a single moment.

As if you can feel his stare, you turn to catch his gaze. A gentle smile breaks onto your face, and you absentmindedly tuck a strand of hair behind your ear with the endearing shyness of a schoolgirl. “What is it?”

“Nothing, nothing,” he says, mirroring your grin. “You just… look nice right now.”

“No, seriously,” you laugh disbelievingly. “Is there something on my face?”

“I am being serious,” Kuroo insists, fidgeting with the blanket beneath his palms. “You look good. Yellow suits you.”

You flush, glancing down at your dress. You bought it two summers back, and he’s seen you in it a million times before. This is the first summer where he’s really seen you, though. “Well, thank you. It’s a warm night, so I figured I was better off in a dress than pants.”

“Yeah,” he says softly, breaking eye contact to squint up at the stars. He grins and points, finger trembling slightly. “I think I can see where you’re coming from, with the bees.”

one.

A staticky, syrupy waltz comes on the radio, bleeding into the cracks in the comfortable silence. You sigh contentedly, leaning back onto the windshield. “I like this song. It’s… nostalgic.”

Kuroo cocks an eyebrow at you. “You’ve heard this before?”

“No,” you laugh, biting the inside of your cheek. “But it reminds me of times gone by, you know? Like, this is the sort of music I imagine playing when a soldier reunites with his wife after the war.”

“When he comes running out of the train and drops his bags on the platform,” Kuroo continues, watching you carefully, “only to sweep his girl off her feet and spin her around wildly.”

You nod, sneaking a glance at him. “You really know me that well, huh?”

“Yeah,” he says, eyes crinkling with humor. “But I get it, too. It has that old fashioned romance thing goin’ on.”

“Mhm,” you agree. You reach over and fiddle with the radio’s volume, turning it up just enough to round out the sound completely.

Kuroo sits for a moment, watching you close your eyes and hum along to the music. Then, a sudden boldness taking the reins, he hops off the hood and walks over to you, extending his hand. “Take it.”

“What?”

“Take my hand,” he insists, so you do, gingerly placing your palm atop his. “We’re going to dance.”

“Oh, no,” you laugh, nonetheless letting him help you down from the car and resting a hand on his shoulder. He lightly places his own on your waist, leading you out into the parking lot. “You know I can’t dance.”

“I can’t either,” he reminds you. “But I want to dance with you right now.”

As you begin to sway slightly to the music, Kuroo pulls you a little closer to his chest, letting his chin brush the top of your head. “Why are you into that whole idea?”

“What idea?” you ask quietly, letting him lead you in slow circles around the lot.

“The idea of an old fashioned love.”

“Oh,” you say, laughing as Kuroo spins you in his arms, catching you before you stumble. “I’m not sure… maybe because it seems more constant than love today. Like, today, if you tell someone you love them, it’s a compliment, not a promise. But back then, it was a vow. It meant something.”

Kuroo swallows, looking down at you. His heartbeat pounds in his ears, threatening to burst out of his temples. I’m about to do something I might regret.

zero.

“I need you to do something for me,” he says, voice low and thick with caution. “Close your eyes.”

“What?”

“Please,” he says, voice breaking. He knows that if he doesn’t do this now, he never will. You look beautiful to him in this moment, dancing with him in the empty parking lot to the faint melody of an old waltz. Your eyes glisten with life, your lips gently parted, hair slightly curling over your cheeks.

You roll your eyes once but nonetheless close them obediently, relying a little more on his arms to steady you. He swallows. “Okay. So, imagine we’re living in the 1940s.”

“Okay,” you say, smiling slightly. “I’m imagining.”

“Imagine I enlisted in the war, and I just got back home. Imagine you’re waiting for me at the train station.”

“Mhmm,” you say, trying your best to envision the platform. “You look good in that uniform, Tetsu.”

He chuckles. “I look good in anything.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you say, squeezing his hand. “Get on with it.”

“Imagine I come sprinting out from the train and you’re waiting there with open arms. This song is playing on the platform speakers. I ask you to dance just like we are now.” Kuroo watches you grin, feeling his heart flutter. “Then, imagine I tell you something.”

Unconsciously, you shift closer to him, almost pressing your body flush to his. A breath hitches in his throat. “What do you tell me?”

He leans down, brushes his lips against your ear. “I love you.”

You open your eyes, head cocked, slight confusion cloaking your features. “You mean, like…?”

Kuroo shakes his head. “No. I mean, like, I love you. Not just in a friend way. In that old fashioned way you were talking about. I love everything about you. I’m in love with everything about you.”

“Tetsu…” you breathe, searching his face. He gazes down at you seriously, not a trace of humor tainting his stare. He takes a deep breath.

“I love the way your hair falls in the summer. I love your stupid, annoying laugh. I love how your hand fits in mine. I love the way you rant about anything and everything and expect me to listen, and I do because I can’t help but get excited about what you get excited about. I love you like a soldier loves his wife,” he says, the words flowing out like a river bursting from a dam. “I love you so much it hurts, and it scares me, and I’m sorry if this ruins stuff between us, but I just had to--”

“Shut up.”

He blinks, mouth gaping. “I-- what?”

“I said,” you whisper, gripping the back of his neck and guiding his face down to yours. “Shut up, Tetsu. You talk too much.”

Then suddenly you’re kissing him, and he can’t believe it, but he kisses you back like it’s what he was born to do. He lets you crash your lips into his and watches as shooting stars burst forth and the planets align. Somehow, your hands find their way up into his hair, tangling themselves in his dark locks, and his own travel down to your lower back, pulling you as close as humanly possible, so tightly he never wants to let go. He revels in the warmth of your skin, the icy, tingly sensation of your lips, and when you pull back, it’s all he can do to refrain from pulling you right back in again.

There’s a brief silence. His lips are swollen, his lungs are devoid of air. “I… wow. Just, wow.”

You grin wickedly, slipping your hand into his. “I’ve been waiting to do that for a while now.”

“You have?” he asks, eyes wide in disbelief. “I didn’t notice.”

“Of course you didn’t,” you laugh. “You were too worried about not letting me notice you staring at my ass every chance you got.”

Kuroo flushes but gives a sheepish smile, massaging the back of his neck. “You know, I really thought I was being smooth about it.”

As it turns out, you love him back. And not just in the best friend way. You love everything about him, his stupid jokes, his loud, booming laugh, his teasing, his smile, his successes and his failures. You love how your hand fits in his. You love that it took him years and years to admit to himself that he loved you, too.

Kuroo Tetsurou may not be the smoothest guy in the world, but he’s certainly the only one you want. And you’re certainly the only one he wants.

And that’s really the most you could ever ask for.

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mmvalentine · 3 years

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Perfect | Jurdan

Post QoN smut. Again.

My name is Jude and I am the Queen of Elfhame.

That is an achievement of my own making and not one I was simply born into, and this is a fact I am proud of. By my own skill I have become just as clever, just as quick, and just as wicked as any of them.

And still there are days when I can’t stand them. Any of them.

It makes me so angry, and if I am perfectly honest that is more because I think this is my greatest remaining weakness. That despite the crown I wear and the throne I sit on, the things that I cannot achieve prickle at me like a protruding bone in my corset.

Worst of all of them is Cardan.

For the most part, our marriage delights me. Surprising, for the both of us, but true. The power and the rule, I always knew I wanted, and always knew I was ready to wield. What I did not expect was to rush from the throne room every night, out of breath despite having been seated for the better part of the evening, desperate for Cardan’s hands on me. The fact that he reacts the same way to me makes me delirious.

And yet some days, not often but irritatingly strong, comes the remembrance that even now, there was something not equal about us. Even though there are many hard-won parts of myself that I love, there are some that I can’t help but at best be conscious of and at worst despise.

Today is such a day.

It’s a little thing, really. A stupid and insignificant thing that pushes me over the edge.

A lord from a distant court has come to visit Elfhame and pay his respects to the King and Queen. Nothing unusual; he comes bearing gifts of his land. Baskets of enormous, fat cherries the colour of ox blood for me. Garnets that match the size and shine of them. Garlands of white flowers I have never seen before. And for Cardan, the most beautiful fae girl I have ever seen.

She peeks out at us from long, thick lashes, while her snowy hare-ears fall behind her to her waist. She wears a pearl coloured dress cut to reveal triangles of milky skin around her torso, and the slit up the side shows of legs that go on forever. Her pale, heart-shaped face is dusted with golden freckles, and her large, liquid eyes are wholly black.

“What’s this?” Cardan asks softly.

“For you, my King,” the lord says.

“And what am I to do with her?” Cardan asks. The lord gives a grin that is all teeth.

“What ever you like, my King.”

“I see,” is all Cardan says, and with a wave the lord is escorted out. Cardan sighs, and says to the girl, “I have no need of your services, you may return home or make a living here, I care not.”

The girl blinks several times, opens her mouth, then thinks better of it. She makes a small bow, and then steps back into the crowd.

I sorely wish I could say that is the end of it. That I think of her no more, that I go back to our room and gorge on the mammoth cherries until the juice runs down my chin and my husband licks me clean.

But instead I find myself watching her move through the crowd. Shy at first, but of course fae flock to her and her delicate beauty. I watch her laugh and demure, I watch her shift in her seat so that her dress rides further up and her knee brushes someone else’s. Within the hour she, three male fae and one female have risen and are looking for the darker corners of the hall.

And I remember that it has never, never been that easy for me.

I wonder if any of her lovers know her name. I wonder if her lord had thought Cardan unsatisfied with his notoriously mortal bride. I wonder if Cardan thinks she’s beautiful.

Of course Cardan thinks she’s beautiful, she’s objectively gorgeous. In that fae way, in that ethereal, untouchable, undeniable way. In a way I will never be, and it used to bother me growing up around beautiful creatures until I ruled them. And now it only bothers me on days like today.

“Let’s go,” I say to Cardan, and abruptly stand. Cardan raises an eyebrow, but does not ask questions as he follows my lead. I take us out of the throne room and back to our bedroom, and I can’t help but close the door a little too firmly.

Cardan leans back against the door with his arms folded. I take his hands and pull them away, placing them on my backside instead as I step into his chest and put my mouth on his throat.

The thing I like most about being with Cardan is that he is always ready for me. He doesn’t ever tell me to slow down, or look caught by surprise. And this time, like any time, he just chuckles and lets his head fall back against the door as his hands squeeze my ass and my tongue finds the soft part under his jaw. When I suck against his skin, he moans slightly, and when he hardens against my lower abdomen, satisfaction curls in my belly. Even though he can’t lie, it’s his body I believe more than anything.

Tell me I’m pretty, I want to beg, but I won’t let myself say the words out loud. I feel pathetic for wanting it, and that makes me angry, and the anger bleeds through my teeth where they touch his ear. Cardan growls, and in the next second he’s got a fist tight in my hair so my head is pulled back away from him.

“Sharp tonight, my Queen,” he says, eyes glittering darkly. He walks me back toward the bed, not letting go of his grip on my hair.

“I just thought,” I say, my chin lifted even as my hands pull at the fastenings of his trousers, “that I would remind you who you belong to.” Cardan smirks.

“What, jealous my love?” he says, a sneer twisting his face. I slap him hard, hating the accusation as much as I hate that it is true. Cardan snarls and pushes me back against the bed. I try to sit up but his hand whips out, grabbing a hold of my throat and pushing me back down. His body follows, and then his face is inches from mine and the weight pinning me down is everything that I need.

“You are jealous,” he says and suddenly his face gets so soft. Still, he doesn’t lift his hand from my throat.

In fact he only moves his forefinger to pull down my bottom lip, and then squeezes while his other hand slides up my thigh and pushes my skirts up. He keeps eye contact with me as he takes his cock and runs his hand over it a few times. Looks down at his finger hooked in my mouth, looks back up at my eyes.

“Don’t you know by now that you’re mine,” he says huskily, and then pushes hard inside me.

We both gasp as out hips meet. I’m wet from being choked, and before I have time to reflect on that, Cardan’s kissing me. He releases my throat only to tangle his fingers in mine and trap my hands above my head. I sigh into his mouth, and Cardan moves out and then back into me with a slow roll of his hips that has mine stuttering beneath him.

“Sweet fucking god you feel good Jude,” he moans, and moves again. He’s so slow and deliberate that I feel every inch of him, and already the angry thing in me is being soothed and being replaced by something else. Something wilder, and hungrier. I lift my hips to meet him, getting more skin contact. Cardan groans and licks up the my throat. When he kisses me again, I let his tongue slide against mine for only a minute before I’m biting hard against his lip, and the pain of it has him shuddering. He laughs softly, and then ducks his head to nip at my nipple in retaliation. I give a little yelp, and he moves and bites the other one before it turns into a sucking kiss.

“Do you know how perfect you are?” Cardan murmurs, and his hips speed up while he stares down at me. My eyes slide closed, and I arch my back to get him deeper, since my wrists are still pinned above me and I can’t touch him.

“Not perfect like you,” I say, breathless now. “Not perfect like fae.”

“And all the more beautiful for it,” he says, and now when he kisses my breasts he is not biting but reverent, gentle even as his hips between my legs are landing harder with every stroke.

Finally, Cardan lets my hands go, and I can’t touch enough of him. I reach for his back, his hair, his backside, and finally lace my fingers together behind his neck. He curves one hand around a breast, and the other lifts my ankle to his shoulder as his forehead presses against mine and he moves deeper inside me. His tail tightens almost painfully around my calf.

“It’s you Jude,” he says, breathing heavily now. “You’re the only one who does this to me.” He presses his thumb to my clit as his hips jerk more erratically. “You’re the most.. the most perfect thing I…” the words fall away from his lips as he starts to pound into me in earnest, and my nails dig into the back of his neck as the world begins to dip away from me.

“Tell me,” I gasp, already knowing what he is saying but needing to hear it still. I have a stupid, fickle human heart and I always need to hear it from Cardan. He bites his bottom lip between his teeth as he conjures the coherence to form words.

“The most perfect thing I’ve ever seen,” he says, his eyes unfocused now as pleasure nips at our heels. “The most perfect thing… I’ve ever held in my hands.”

Cardan’s thumb moves in tight circles and the coil low in my belly aches. “Are you mine, Cardan?” I ask him, desperately now.

“Of course,” he pants. “Always yours. Only yours.” And that is the chant that is lifeblood to my veins and the salt in my tears. I blink them away as they come, and Cardan puts his fingers in my mouth and lips to my ear.

“Come for me, pretty villain,” he whispers, and just like that, I do.

I come hard while his cock is still sliding in and out of me, and his hands hold me down and teeth stroke my skin. My moan snags on the tears in my throat, and when I think I am slowing down, Cardan comes too, and it makes his hips punch forward so hard that I’m coming all over again because all I really want is for him to want me this much.

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Dating Jungkook [3] || Jeon Jungkook

Author → J-aebumss

Paring → Shin Won & Jungkook

Rating → PG-13

Word count → 853

Summary → “It’s you, and it’s always been you.”

~At the Park~

The night sky seemed pretty gloomy, a light grey cloud filling up the night sky calmed me down. The darker shades of grey clouds gather and rippled across the sky, forcing the soft bundles of the light grey clouds to obscure. Right now, I felt like I was those grey clouds.

I stared emptily at the bottle of Soju in my hands. I was already on my third one, but the alcohol doesn’t seem to help me block my thoughts. The wind hits my sensitive skin, making me crave the warmth of Jungkook. It’s funny how he is the only person I could think of, at a time like this.

“Jungkook...” My voice trailed off slowly, continued slowly, took a deep breath in, exhale out.

Jungkook causally roamed around the park, kicking pebbles around the park, until he saw me, chugging a bottle of Soju while lying down on the park bench. I looked like a homeless person who had lost faith in living.

“Shin Won!” Jungkook hollered my name, but I didn’t hear him. He hunched down in front of me, our eyes meeting one another. “Ya...why are you drinking Soju again?” He asked.

I only drank to drink all my problems away. Another gulp of Soju gushed down my throat as I took another large sip. When I am drunk. the truth flows out like water flowing.

“Oh, it’s Jungkook’s doppelganger! You got his appearance precisely like him.” I traced the outline of his face, lightly with my fingertips.

“Did I cause you this? Look, I’m sorry for wh-”

“That guy,” I cut his speech off, hiccuping. “He has always made me smile but gave me wounds twice.”

“Jungkook?” He asked as if he wasn’t Jungkook. I nodded my head.

“Did you know he’s an unpleasant guy? He elevated his voice at me, not even once hearing my reason. Bad guy!” I babbled and began punching his shoulder, taking my anger out on him. “He didn’t know that Seolhyun unnie spilled the juice on her own. She gave the glass to me so that Jungkook would get infuriated by me.” Jungkook snickered at me cause I still called her unnie after all the shit she put me through.

“Wow...you got Jungkook’s laugh too.” I laugh hysterically. “I wanted to tell him. I was the one who sent the letter to his locker. I never got the courage to confess. I think I’m desperate. I think so too,” I stated, rather than questioning. I wasn’t brave enough to confess to him.

I looked up at the sky, seeing the stars embracing the moon, even the stars have someone they love while I am sulking over someone who doesn’t feel the same way.

~Jungkook’s POV~

“The moon. I hope I am as charming as the moon.” Shin Won began shedding tears. The happy tone she used to have now completely vanished.

“You’re attractive in your own simple ways, more beautiful than Seolhyun,” I mentioned, wiping her tears away from her milky smooth skin. I was an idiot for not realizing that it was Shin Won sending me those letters.

How can someone break someone so fragile and beautiful like her? But I did. I broke her, and I hate myself for it. I should’ve believed her from the start. It’s true when they say love is blinding. I know she was trying to hide the pain, but I saw right through her.

What hurts the most was that her life was in my hands, and I knew I was letting her down.

~Shin Won’s POV~

“But Seolhyun told me that I am an ugly bitch,” I chugged down on the bottle. “Aish, stupid bottle.” I fling it somewhere and seized another bottle of Soju.

“Hey, you’re drunk already,” Jungkook removed the bottle away from me.

“Yah!!! I am not drunk yet, give it back!” I whined, struggling to stand up due to the alcohol influence. “Give it back!” I walked towards him, stubbing over my own legs.

“Woah...see? You can’t even support yourself. Let’s go home.” He locked arms with me and turned around. “Jump already as you. I’ll give you a ride home.”

“Really?” I directly jump on his back, locking my legs around his torso and my arms around his neck. I relaxed my head on the crook of his neck. The strong scent of Jungkook’s cologne tickled my nostrils as I buried my face into his neck. I was delighted in the piggyback ride he offered exclusively for me. My heart increased by only this small action.

Jungkook walked home since I have no one to be with at my apartment. Even after I turned his life upside down in just a day, he’s still treating me nicely.

“I’ve always wanted to be close to him like this,” I said. I closed my eyes listening to his heartbeat as I inhaled his scent. “You smell like Jungkook too...”

~Jungkook’s POV~

“You’ll be close to him like this soon,” I mentioned, smiling. I know now who I genuinely love. It’s you, and it’s always been you.

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