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taliaglitch · 8 months
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hello everyone look at my bg3 character (+ the dream guardian who i based off my other character from early access)
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aeide-thea · 1 year
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also i just. love and am so fucking grateful for the parts of the internet that haven't been killed. like. being able to google for free a book on comparative correlatives that definitively addresses my question, and note that it cites among other things 'jespersen 1933' and google that, and identify it as otto jespersen's 'essentials of english grammar' which, yes, is available on libgen, because people kept reissuing it for long enough that it made it to the era of digitization... just like. really, really beautiful honestly. like. i don't know. here i am at the end of this long chain. looking at something alfred the great wrote well over a thousand years ago (itself a translation of something gregory the great had written hundreds of years earlier) and using it to answer my questions abt the origins of a present-day english grammatical construction. which i can do bc multiple links in the chain are available to me for free online, and the text of them searchable. like. i know things have gotten SO stifled and SO monetized but. i don't know. this much still exists and is ours, a free marvel and wonder. i could weep!
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kerra-and-company · 1 year
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[@forsaken-constellation] Sun, MC, Capricorn, and 3H for Relethen? <3
Okay, so, to be clear, I thought about reblogging this ask game (and I think I liked it when I saw it on your blog) but have Not Actually Done So Yet asldkjfasdf--HOWEVER. I will gladly answer these questions regardless! :D <3
sun ⇢ name 5 things you like about yourself?
He takes a second to think. "The first thought that came to mind was that I'm proud of my independence, which I feel sounds slightly odd but is no less true for it. To say that another way, I like that I have the confidence to make the choices I want to make." He smiles a bit self-deprecatingly. "That wasn't always true."
Another pause.
"I like that I'm creative--and, as an extension of that, I'm proud of my musical skills. They make me happy, and I can use them to make others happy, too." He smiles more genuinely. "I'd like to think I'm fairly good at making people smile. And I'll throw the fact that I'm talented with healing magic in as well. Is that five?"
MC ⇢ what kind of reputation do you think you have?
"Some people know me solely for the songs I've written--often for the few I've written about Kerra." He laughs a little. "Hazards of having a friend who's saved the world several times over."
"My former coworkers in the Pact--the medical team, mainly--remember my efficiency if anything, I'd imagine." His expression shifts for a second into something unreadable. "I wonder if the soldiers who I ran into when I first returned to the camp in Maguuma remember me at all." He shakes his head, coughs, and meets your eyes with a smile.
"On a lighter note, there also are certainly people who know me from whatever those gossip magazines wrote about me and Trahearne." He winks, but the effect is partially ruined by his mouth twitching with suppressed laughter. "They only got it half right, at best."
capricorn ⇢ what's your ideal job?
"If there's a single job I could take and be happy, I haven't found it yet. I'm currently doing any number of smaller things that I enjoy--I earn some money from my songs and from when I perform, for instance, and I help some of the people near my home learn elementalist magic. There are a few children who I'm teaching how to play the lute, which would include my son if he was at all interested." He says the last in a joking tone, and adds, "I'm teasing, to be clear. Sindri is more than free to explore any interests he'd like, and he does in fact enjoy music as well--he plays the harp."
3H ⇢ what are some of the topics you like to talk about the most?
"I'll gladly talk about history if anyone gets me on the topic. I've read far too much of the Priory's library, and--" He laughs. "--I know almost as much about Orr at this point as Trahearne. But truthfully, as long as my conversation partner is interested in our conversation, the topic isn't all that important to me."
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poisonedprose · 8 months
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₊˚✧ happy trail — in which leon's happy trail drives you wild
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leon kennedy x afab!reader
warnings: 0.9k words, smut, inspired by @ouchvns !! (this post), established relationship, pet names (baby, princess), curse words, oral (m), unprotected sex, p in v, soft dom!leon, slight degrading, choking (f), slight biting kink, (m having, f recieving), i dont caare how innactuate this is idc idc idc its rael to me🤤
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You stir awake at the sound of your boyfriend getting ready for work. The sun was barely starting to rise and you had fallen asleep late last night. He was really gonna hear it this time. Well, that was until you rolled over and trailed your eyes over his shirtless body. 
"Did I wake you? I'm sorry." He sounds sincere as he struggles to put his belt through the loops of his pants. You watch as Leon fumbles with the belt but your eyes can't help but drift up ever so slightly. You roll your eyes and push your face into the pillow. Does he always have to be this hot? "What's got your panties in a twist this morning?" He chuckles lowly at your dramatic reaction. 
"Nothing." You mumble into the pillow. Leon laughs again and he's sure you're pouting into the pillow by now. "You can go back to sleep, you know." He's still oblivious to how much he’s turning you on. Moreover, how much his happy trail is turning you on. You roll onto your back again, deciding you needed air. He looks over at you, his belt finally around his hips, but still unbuckled.
His eyes roll over your body. Those shorts didn't look so short on you last night before bed. His eyes trail down to the comforter that was now half on the floor from your little temper tantrum. He walks over and picks it up, throwing it on the side that he should be sleeping in right now. You catch a glimpse of his unbuckled belt and it only makes your mind hazy with dirty thoughts. 
 "Do you have to be at work soon?" Your mouth says faster than your brain can think. "Not for another hour and a half. Why?" He responds calmly, totally unaware of what he was in for. "Do you have time for a quickie?" You bite your lip as you ask the question, and a smile appears on your face trying to sweeten the deal. His eyes go wide for a second as he processes what you're saying. "Right now?" He can't believe that you woke up this horny. (You didn't. It was his fault for being shirtless.)
You nod, hoping he'll say yes. As you wait for his answer your eyes can't help but drift from his face to his happy trail. "Come here." You smile happily and quickly crawl over to him. You waste no time unzipping his pants, pulling out his cock with record time. He lets out a laugh mixed with a moan when you eagerly take him in your mouth. He doesn't know what's gotten you so worked up but he doesn't complain. 
He places his hand on your head, pushing you just a little deeper on his cock. "Mmm, fuck baby." He moans as you run your tongue on the underside of his dick. Drool collects at the corner of your mouth as you suck him off like he's your favorite lollipop. Spoiler alert; he is. Your hands run over his happy trail, and suddenly it makes so much more sense to him. "God, you're such a slut for me. I love it."
You pull off his cock with a pop, a smile on your face as you look up at him. He had so many things he wanted to say to you. Many of them were teases for how happily you took his cock down your throat or how enticed you were by his happy trail. But he was so caught up in lust, he couldn't bring himself to say any of them. "All fours, please." He commands and you obey, your shorts riding up more than they should. 
He slides your shorts and underwear down in one fell swoop. "So pretty." He mumbles as he leaves soft kisses on your ass before lining himself up with your entrance. He slides his cock into your tight pussy, groaning lustfully and he wraps a hand loosely around your throat and pushes you against his chest as he pounds into your cunt.
Jumbled up words mixed with whimpers fall from your lips. His cock is fucking so deep inside of you, and his hand around your throat just fits like a necklace. "Mmm, so pretty, baby. Your pussy was made just f'r me." He moans into your ear, his voice deep, sexy, and full of need, just how you like it. "Takin' it s'good, yeah?" He chucked against your jaw, leaving rushes kisses.
Your jumbled words and whimpers soon turn to Leon's name. "Leon, Leon, oh fuck, Leon!" Your voice is so loud, he can't help but let your words ring through his ears. "Does it feel good, baby?" You can feel his cocky smirk on your jaw but you nod anyway. 
You can tell he's close as his moans turn into whines. "Gonna fill y'up. Gonna fill your pretty pussy with my cum." He whines into your ear. "Is that okay, baby?" He asks sweetly compared to what he said moments ago. "Please. Please cum in me!" His fingers meet your clit, rubbing pleasurable circles with ease.
"How could I say no to my beautiful princess?" He sinks his teeth into your shoulder as he cums. He continues to fuck into you and rub your clit until you cum. Practically screaming his name loud enough for his neighbors to hear as you do. He catches his breath before he pulls out, letting you fall back to your position on all fours. 
He watches as his cum drips out of you, pride swelling his chest. "Now, I don't want to go to work. Look what you did." He groans as he fingers his cum back into you. "Then stay." You wiggle your ass tauntingly and he can't see it but he just knows your smirking. "You're such a bad girl. I love it." He chuckles as he pulls his belt off. 
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f1byjessie · 2 months
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HE LIKES MY AMERICAN SMILE ━━ OP81.
love is a wild ride, and logan sargeant's sister is about to find this out the hard way.
( oscar piastri x sargeant!reader )
━━ part five.
You’ve never actually been to Monaco. It was one of the few Grand Prix you’d had to miss. Logan’s retelling of how it was had been slightly skewed by disappointment and frustration at his less-than-stellar results that weekend, but his descriptions of everything had still painted a picture of lavishness and excitement in your mind, and you’d been dreaming ever since for the chance to experience it yourself.
You’re here now, and even just the view from the plane had lived up to the hype. On the ground, it’s enough to leave you breathless. The deep blue water of the Riviera glitters with the golden glow of the afternoon sun, the mountains stand tall off in the distance, and the grand opulence of the city makes you feel like you’ve stepped foot into a whole new world.
You’re not unfamiliar with the lifestyle of riches and luxury, but Monaco is on another level entirely.
Lando, the reason you’re here in the first place, appears beside you. On the ride back to his place from the airport, he’d caught you marveling at the marina and had pulled off onto the side of the road to let you get out and take a longer look. The boats look like miniature cruise ships, sleek and elegant where they rest in the water, swaying gently with waves. It reminds you, vaguely, of back home.
“Ready to go?” He asks, fiddling with his keys.
You spare the marina one last glance, then nod and turn on your foot with the knowledge that you’ll be here for a week longer still and will have plenty of time later to take in the view as much as you want.
Lando’s house, when you arrive, is just as expensive looking as the rest of Monte Carlo.
The exterior is expertly landscaped and maintained, with hedges perfectly trimmed and flowers flawlessly pruned. It’s slightly lacking in regards to the personality you imagined Lando having. His car is personalized and his wardrobe is a look into who he is, but the outside of his house looks… normal, for lack of a better term. It’s beautiful, nonetheless, but it’s simple all the same.
When he opens the door, you take it all back. The interior screams Lando Norris. It’s extravagant in a way that mirrors what you know of his personality, but it’s comfortable. You’ve been to homes that look more like show houses, where the furniture seemingly exists to be viewed but not used, and all the decorations are vague and impersonal enough to fill blank space and do little else. This is the opposite.
There’s a blanket folded haphazardly over the arm of the couch, and mismatched pillows. On the coffee table is a half-empty bottle of water, a book with a scrap piece of paper hanging out from the middle, and an opened pack of batteries. There are pictures on the walls in mismatched frames— friends and family and achievements from throughout Lando’s career that tell a story of his successes and proudest moments.
It looks like a real home. When you tell him, he laughs.
“With how little time I actually get to spend here, you’d think it’d be the opposite,” he comments.
He helps you bring your bags up to a guest room and then gives you a tour of the rest of the house. Letting you ask questions and answering them sincerely.
When you’re back in your room, unpacking your clothes, it occurs to you just how crazy all of this is. You know Lando, but you haven’t known him for very long. Your friendship has only developed over comments on social media, texts, and the occasional phone call over a few weeks. But you’re here, across the ocean in a country you’ve never been to before, spending a week in his house just because he asked you here and offered to help you with your love life dilemma.
Your life is beginning to feel more and more like a movie, and all you can do is hope it has a happy ending.
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yourusername a pretty girl with a pretty car in a pretty city
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logansargeant think you might need to get your eyes checked bc all i see is a pretty car sooo
↳ yourusername you have six days. run. hide. i don’t care. but enjoy your time while it lasts
↳ logansargeant i’m telling mom
↳ yourusername she can’t save you now.
user STUNNING STUNNING AND STUNNING 😍😍😍
user all three things i don’t have
user WE NEVER GOT Y/N IN MONACO DURING THE SEASON BUT I AM LIVING FOR IT NOW
landonorris *prettiest
↳ yourusername you’re only saying that cuz it’s your car
↳ user yea we definitely missed smth cuz wTF IS THIS 👀
user lando up in here stealing oscar’s girl
user OSCAR COME GET YOUR GIRL
user is she in monaco??? with lando??? 👀👀
user mclaren boys fighting over the same chick was not on my bingo card
user i need these men to make up their damn minds like bffr first oscar and now lando??? bros get it together pls 😮‍💨😮‍💨
user i think we should stop speculating about the relationships between real ppl bc they’re adults and can do what they want, plus they could just be friends and ppl saying they’re together could make things awkward for them
↳ user nah they’re totally together
“The comments are going crazy,” you tell Lando, staring down at your phone and scrolling the long chain of comments beneath your most recent post.
Some are supportive— people who knew you before your brother got involved with Formula 1 and don’t care about the drama, or they’re other models you’ve become tentative acquaintances with after years of working in the industry. Some are speculative, wanting to know if you’re with Lando, what happened between you and Oscar, theorizing about fights, messy breakups, and revenge rebounds. Some, however, are just mean, calling you a slut for leading on two guys at the same time, or a bitch for ruining their imaginary chances with their favorite driver.
You wouldn’t claim that you’re used to this type of negative attention, but you’re not unused to it either. So much of your job requires a social media presence and with your life in the limelight as a byproduct of both Logan and Dalton’s own very successful careers, you’re no stranger to internet trolls and people who are vicious just because they can be.
That doesn’t make some of the comments hurt any less.
“None of them matter,” Lando answers from beside you, his eyes focused on the road. “It’s just people who don’t know what they’re talking about.” He recites it like it’s something he’s had to say hundreds of times before, and it occurs to you that he probably has, to himself if not anyone else in his line of work.
You’re sat once again in the passenger seat of his car as he drives you back to his place. The streets of Monte Carlo at night are dazzling and even more beautiful than in the day with twinkling lights and a raging nightlife scene, but you’re distracted still by your phone, checking and rechecking to see if there’s any hint of Oscar in your notifications.
There isn’t.
It feels like a dismal ending to what had truly been such a lovely night.
You’re in a gorgeous dress, in a gorgeous car, in a gorgeous city, with a man who’s fun and relaxing to be around, who doesn’t make you feel like a side piece or arm candy, and who is genuinely a friend to you. You went to an amazing restaurant and ate some of the best food in your life with some of the best company, got slightly tipsy off of wine you didn’t have to pretend to enjoy for once, and it’s only the beginning of your time here in Monaco.
But rather than enjoy what you have here in the present, all you can think about is the one thing that would make it that much better— Oscar.
“Maybe I should just give up,” you mutter, finally turning your eyes away from the screen. “He probably kissed me, realized he wasn’t interested, and the reason he hasn’t brought it up is because it was all just a big mistake that he wants to forget.”
Lando makes a sound that you’re not quite sober enough to place. “I think the only way you could know that is if you talked to him.”
“Yeah, well,” you shrug, “that’s not likely to happen any time soon.”
He makes another sound, but you’re too disappointed to really pay it much mind, and by the time he’s pulling into the garage you’ve forgotten all about it.
He helps you out, ever the gentleman as you’ve learned tonight, and then you’re following him to the door, trying not to let your bad mood ruin things too much. You’re still incredibly grateful and appreciative to him for helping you so much despite not having known you very well when it all began.
“Seriously, though, Lando.” You speak up suddenly, just as he’s about to open the door. “Thank you for doing all this for me. Even if nothing comes of it, I’ve already had a lot of fun and you’re a good friend.”
All he does is offer you a smile over his shoulder, before pushing the door open.
When you step in through the doorway after him, you’re momentarily confused by the luggage waiting in the entryway. For a split second, you think you must have left some of yours down here, but then you look a bit closer and realize that it definitely isn’t yours.
There's movement from your peripherals as someone in the living room stands from the couch and crosses the distance to the entryway's threshold.
“You’re back earlier than I thought, Lando—” you snap your head up in surprise just as the voice cuts off.
You stare at him in shock. “Oscar…”
━━ tags: @f1-is-lovely-33 @chasing-liberosis @405rry @aquangxl @bellezaycafe @peqch-pie @formulaal
━━ a/n: tada! i have the rest of this fic entirely planned out from here and i am so excited to get to the juicy parts finally! hope you all enjoy!
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animehideout · 2 months
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So you did the JJK guys turn ons. What about their turn offs?
JJK Men Turn-Offs
a/n: Thank you anon for this request, I hope you like it ❤️
Ps: If you don't see your request posted yet it's because I'm still working on them, thank you for your understanding my loves 🫶🏻✨
Characters: Gojo Satoru / Ryomen Sukuna/ Toji Fushiguro/ Nanami Kento/ Geto Suguru/ Choso Kamo / Ino Takuma.
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Gojo Satoru: Poor Hygiene.
I see Gojo as someone who gives attention to details, to himself, his partner and in general.
He's someone that values aesthetics.
He's into self-care and likes to spend money on expensive body lotions, perfumes, nice and elegant clothes.
So poor hygiene is an immediate red flag for him, as it contradicts his preferences for cleanliness and order.
Satoru takes pride in his appearance and expects the same from people around him especially his partner.
So a partner lacking efforts in matching his level of cleanliness and appearance is a turn off for him especially with the importance he places on the way he presents himself.
Satoru believes that taking care of oneself is a form of respect for others, so for him, lack of hygiene is considered as lack consideration.
Poor hygiene disappoints him a lot and would definitely distance himself.
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Ryomen Sukuna: Inability to satisfy his sexual desires.
Driven by his desires and lust, once his partner screws up, it's over.
He has a dominant and assertive nature, wanting everything to go as he wishes.
He has high expectations and puts big emphasis on his sex life.
So his partner's / love interest's inability to satisfy his desires or refuse to do some wild crazy shit that he wants, would frustrate him and make him angry.
Sukuna won't disappoint his partner, he's literally the best at sexually pleasing them, so it's crucial that he's equally pleased and satisfied.
If his partner fails to fulfill his needs then it might trigger his impatience, making him less tolerant.
He places big importance on mutual enjoyment, if he senses any imbalance, then he's end the relationship without hesitation.
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Toji Fushiguro: Being A Drama Queen.
Toji is a straightforward and rational man.
He values smartness and efficiency, so making excessive drama or overreactions is a major turn-off for him.
He prefers logical thinking and conflicts solving over unnecessary emotional displays .
Toji is a prudent man and sees easily through dramatic actions or words any attempted manipulation from his partner.
He prefers a partner who can handle their emotions maturely and independently without causing a fuss.
Constant drama might make him feel bored or like he's dealing with a child and not a grown up adult.
For him exaggerated reactions, nagging are a waste of time, a headache stimulator and get on his nerves.
He prefers a chill, simple and laid back partner.
Would definitely distance himself without further engaging in the the relationship/ situationship.
Would feel second hand embarrassed if his partner makes a scene.
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Nanami Kento: Arrogance.
There's a difference between being self-confident and being arrogant.
The first one is a turn-on for Nanami, the second one is an immediate turn-off.
That line that separates them "attitude" makes a huge shift in the way he perceive his partner.
He finds arrogance off-putting.
He prefers a partner who is grounded and modest; traits that align with his own reserved nature.
Being an introverted man, Nanami tends to communicate in a calm and polite manner, with an arrogant partner the balance of his communication style would be disrupted.
An arrogant partner would talk down to him, which is very demeaning.
Politeness and mutual respect are necessary for Nanami, and arrogance can come across as dismissive, he finds that unappealing.
Nanami wants a genuine connection with his partner, where both of them are sincere, caring and responsible.
And arrogance brings with it selfishness and this doesn't align with how he pictures a stable, romantic relationship with a calm and harmonious environment.
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Geto Suguru: Lack Of Ambitions And Negativity.
For a man with very big dreams, lack of ambitions is pathetic.
He wants a partner to push him forward and not bring him down with their negativity.
Geto believes in constant striving for improvement and excellence, so having a partner with no dreams would definitely get into his way and waste his time.
He pities people who are too basic and too simple and sees them as weak and burden in earth.
For him only people who are willing to make an impact on society are worth living but the purposeless ones are just a waste of oxygen.
The lack of purpose means lack of personality for him, it would make him instantly disconnected and disgusted no matter how much he would be physically attracted to that person.
Geto envisions a romantic relationship as a collaboration towards achieving mutual common goals.
So lack of ambitions and negativity would hinder the formation of thus goal-oriented relationship.
If a person isn't willing to change, push boundaries and challenge themselves, then Suguru wouldn't even bother to spend another second with them.
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Choso Kamo: Talking To Other Guys.
Choso is a loyal man with a protective nature.
He prefers quality over quantity, having a loyal partner would mean the whole world to him.
A partner who engages in unnecessary or flirty conversations with other man ( even at the beginning of the relationship) would definitely make him really sad and turn him off at the spot.
Choso appreciates a reserved partner who only has eyes on him, so a gf/bf who likes to be the center of attention of other guys and constantly talk with them would make him break up with them to protect his heart and peace.
Choso wants undivided attention, he is willing to give the world to his partner, cut off all unnecessary connections if his partner feels jealous or uncomfortable and he wants the same.
Trust is crucial for Choso, and once his partner breaks that trust then it's over.
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Ino Takuma: Dry Replies.
Ino is a man who thrives on his partner's affection and attention.
So dry replies would definitely make him sad and question hus partner's feelings towards him.
Ino likes to engage in lively conversations that flow effortlessly, from sharing how was his day to his plans for tomorrow.
So being constantly faced with replies that lack enthusiasm or effort are huge turn-off for him.
He puts too much effort in the relationship so he expects the same from his partner.
Ino appreciates a partner who expresses themselves openly, and also good listener who is willing to comfort him and tell him thay everything is gonna be alright.
And receiving cold replies would disappoint him and push him away, making him think that his partner is careless about him.
Also when sharing memes. Humor is important to Ino, so dry and dull answers would make him feel embarrassed and awkward.
He cares too much, he deserves someone who would give him the attention and care he needs.
So distancing himself from a dry partner would save him his energy and save him from overthinking.
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When Keir Starmer was asked if cutting off water and supplies are actions that fall within international law, he said on live radio that Israel “does have that right”. Then, his party claimed he never said this at all. When Starmer said that Labour would not recognise Palestine unilaterally, his own shadow foreign secretary, David Lammy, told the Financial Times that Labour would consider it. Nowhere are these contradictions clearer than when politicians express unequivocal support for Israel’s actions while also expressing concern for civilians in Gaza. In a post on X, Lisa Nandy, the shadow international development secretary, appeared to support the suspension of funds to UNRWA, the UN agency for Palestinian refugees, because “allegations this serious demand a serious response”, while also “seeking reassurances” from the prime minister that aid could still be provided. I had to read her statement several times to try to understand what she was getting at. Meanwhile, David Cameron said he was “worried” that Israel may have broken international law, but that this did not change the UK’s stance on exporting weapons to Israel. Riddle me that. You might call this tendency Schrödinger’s policy. The US secretary of state, Antony Blinken, said that 7 October could not be taken as licence to “dehumanise” others, but his government chose twice to invoke the right to bypass Congress and provide more weapons to Israel. This dissonance is a product of attempting to reconcile an irreconcilable position. The facts are simply too stark for anyone to confront them while plausibly continuing to support Israel’s actions in Gaza. So politicians instead resort to contradictory and sometimes wild explanations to avoid calling out these actions or demanding that anything should be done about them. The results border on derangement, such as when Nancy Pelosi told CNN that while some protesters are “spontaneous and organic and sincere”, calling for a ceasefire means giving voice to “Mr Putin’s message”. And if that wasn’t enough, last year, she told pro-Palestine protesters to go back to China, as that’s where “their headquarters is”.
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Gaza has become the expression of a legitimacy crisis for an Anglo-American political class who preside over already fragile systems that deliver less and less to their populations, and whose main offering is that the alternative is worse. Things may look stable, but underneath lurk managed discontents about costs of living, diminished social mobility and the ravages wreaked by rightwing governments to which centrists provide no real answer.
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Kyojuro’s a fairly innocent guy. At least that’s what he tells himself. He’s focused on his profession, on saving the lives of those who can’t protect themselves. That doesn’t mean he’s a stranger to his hormones, by all means he’s quite familiar with them. They don’t make an appearance all that often, but they’re certainly there.
He could honestly go about his life never having sex and it wouldn’t bother him really… that is until he met you.
A mission gone wrong earned Kyojuro a month's stay at the Butterfly estate. As cheesy as it sounds, when he first woke up in that bed he thought he had died. You were beside his bed, carefully changing the bandages on his wounds. “Oh! Rengoku-Sama! How are you feeling?!” He blinked at you, lips parted as he took in what he believed to be an angel. "You don't need to reply if speaking is difficult right now..." you laughed nervously, moving to finish the half-bandaged wound. Still, he was too stunned to speak.
You quickly grew fond of each other within the first week of his stay. Bringing the pillar his meals and checking his bandages every few hours. That eventually turned into Kyojuro asking you to stay, eat with him, chat with him into the late hours of the night and early hours of the morning. By the second week, it was quite apparent to everyone that the two of you had quickly grown to care for one another.
“Beautiful as ever this morning.” You rolled your eyes, face warming as you set the tray of food on his bed for him. “You’re too much, Rengoku-san.” He smiled, he was still trying to get you to call him by his first name. Though, he had to admit you changing from sama to san in a weeks time was a good start. “It’s the honest truth, I have no reason to lie.” He thanked you for the food, smiling a bit more as you pulled a stool to sit by his bed. “Fine, you’re far too kind.” You countered, hoping it would ease your racing heart. “Really, it’s the truth. When I woke up last week, while you were tending to my wounds, I truly believed I had died and you were an Angel.”
You would have laughed if it weren’t for the sincerity in his eyes. He wasn’t joking, not one bit, and that made you feel warm all over. “You truly find me beautiful?” You commented softly, watching as he began to eat. He nodded, wild hair bouncing as he focused on you again. “How could I not? Your beauty was enough to render be speechless.” You had to turn your gaze, if you kept looking at him you were certain you’d burst into flames. “If it says anything at all, Rengoku-san… I find you very handsome.” You met his gaze, eyes widening significantly when realized how red his face was turning.
By his third week there, the tension between the two of you had grown significantly. “Is something bothering you?” You swallowed, sitting on his bedside to begin dressing the wound that had landed him here. It was making steady progress healing wise but it still needed to be treated and re-bandaged every day. Your fingers ghosted over his side, just above the wound. He turned away, face red as he focused on the bed sheets. You had seen him shirtless every single day for the last three weeks. Now, he couldn't handle it without feeling some type of way. Not embarrassment... quite the opposite.
He wanted you to see more… feel more. He closed his eyes, inhaling sharply before responding. “No… nothing is bothering me.” You weren’t content with that answer, packing gauze over the cut before grabbing more to begin wrapping. “Then why are you so avoidant all of a sudden?” You had to wonder if he felt it too… was that why he was withdrawing? “I…for your own sake.” He grounded out, face flushing a deep shade of crimson as he focused on his hand fisted in the sheets. “For my own sake? That sounds like you’re dangerous.” You teased, ignoring the way his knuckles turned white with the strength of his grip. “Maybe I am… I don’t know how to put this without crossing a line…” you stopped mid-wrap, looking up at him with a quirked brow.
“I think I know where you’re going with this Ren…no… Kyojuro.”
That got his attention back on you, eyes wide and lips parted. Again, he seemed too surprised to speak, so you carried on. "I like you... a lot. More than a friend, much more than that actually…” you wanted to scream how much you wanted him, hands shakily going back to wrapping. “Y/n…” his voice was lower than you’d ever heard it, your eyes peaking up at him through your lashes. “Hmm?” He was looking at you with flushed cheeks, pupils dilated. “I need you.” You didn’t need to ask him to clarify, the intentions were made loud and clear. “You’re still injured…and we’re in the infirmary… someone could hear… or see… I’m technically working…” What you really wanted to say is that it would be indecent of you to get fucked by your patient. “I don’t care. I need you.”
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WANGXIAN FICS MASTERLIST
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• tonight i can write the saddest lines, by sarahyyy — post-canon amnesiac lan wangji getting to know wei wuxian again. amazing! i love this author, sincerely.
• deconstruct, by flowercity (faorie) — a soulmate au in which what you write in your skin appears in the other person’s. i’ll admit that soulmate aus aren’t my cup of tea, however i quite liked this one!
• resonant frequencies, by chinxe — the infamous fake relationship story. with wangxian, this works so well! just amazing.
• between the lines, by fading_fast — modern setting au with wangxian meeting through a game. love these strange meetings and this one’s damn enjoyable.
• something real, by latios — wangxian wrong number au involving bunny pictures. i need more wrong number aus for them!! gimme!!
• all your life you’ll dream of this, by attila — cinderella au but with wei wuxian as prince charming. a fantastic story, i was so engaged in this it’s a wonder.
• ⭐️🎖️ one good thing, by yuu_chi — wei wuxian’s a ghost haunting his childhood house until lan wangji appears. seriously, everything about this plot charmed me. i’m enchanted.
• of rabbits and men, by shoutowo — wei wuxian turning into a rabbit and making his way into lan wangji’s heart for the second time. anything more wangxian than this?
• ⭐️ rumor has it, by ulan — post-canon cql in which wei wuxian comes back to “haunt” his rumored cultivation partner. the softness in this killed me.
• ⭐️🎖️ a little happiness, by suspicious_popsicle — lan wangji gets cursed and is transformed into his child version. so lovely to see!! i’m surprised i can read this for free.
• critical path analysis, by chinxe — brooklyn 99 au with wangxian in that episode where they make a bet and wei wuxian takes wangji on a terrible date that’s not terrible at all!
• ⭐️ some of you, by tangerine chair — social media au where lan wangji’s an actor and posts a suspicious tweet about his love life. incredible story, really.
• ⭐️ this should definitely happen, by yeolinski — wei wuxian waking up high in anesthesia and hitting on the hot guy who’s there with him. this is so goddamn funny, i swear i can’t.
• linger in the sun, by etymologyplayground — wangxian are cursed to not hear or see one another. i loved this a lot, it’s terrific.
• another way, by anonymous — wei wuxian sneaks outside to buy emperor smile’s again, and once again encounters lan wangji. i’m frustrated this doesn’t have as many kudos as it deserves, tbh.
• life, drama and action, by akai_hana — one more social media au with wangxian as a famous couple. awesome story.
• inebriation and affections, by chewing — wei wuxian gets drunk and shows his clingy attitude. it’s great to see him like that for the first time, thank you author 🙏🏼
• ⭐️ the inquiries of the heart, by ziane — very much alike “another way”, but this one has a sequel. it’s a whole show alright. a hella nice canon-divergence.
• 我在, by tangerinechair — wei wuxian comforting lan wangji in the xuanwu cave. something i deeply needed to read.
• facilitated diffusion, by chinxe — lan wangji can’t stop ordering stuff just to see the cute delivery worker. at this point i’m bookmarking every work by this author, ngl.
• ⭐️ you, asleep and dreaming, by etymologyplayground — post-canon cql that’ll haunt your mind but that you need to check out if you haven’t already.
• a wild heart to tame mine, by theroyalsavage — superheroes au in a soft perspective and amazing plot, liked every bit.
• ⭐️ a song you’ve never heard, by arahir — wei wuxian’s fatally injured and lan wangji… well, you can imagine. it’s heartbreaking and heartwarming all in between.
• ⭐️ to wing your soul with jasmines, by enemyofrome — while reaching gusu, wei wuxian starts sending flowers to lan wangji. cql post-canon. i could die basking on this adorable story.
• dear hanguang-jun, by cavaleira — people start sending letters asking for relationship advice from lan wangji and he gives it to them. whoa, the entertainment!
• ⭐️🎖️ two guys r in love thats literally it, victortor — wei wuxian traveling back to his old self and meeting lan wangji again. it’s a shame we didn’t hear more from this author in this fandom for a long time. where are you?? come back to give us more of this gay lil beasts. i absolutely love this and the title makes it more interesting. iconic.
• concessions to love, by besanii — arranged marriage wangxian. it’s well-noted and well-written. it rocks!
• “congratulations, get rich”, by attila — it’s chinese new year and wei wuxian wants to do things differently. incredibly done.
• atlas, by etymologyplayground — if you want a crossover between hob and mdzs, here it is. and it’s amazing!
• soft-hearted, by sarahyyy — canon-divergence where wei wuxian ends up in the lan sect. it’s so soft, just as the name tells us!
• seldom all they seem, by fahye — here we go with one more arranged marriage au. this one’s rated e, surely a ride! worth every bit.
• and in the spring i shed my skin, by wvlfqveen — shapeshifter lan wangji in a modern with magic au where they’re professors. do i need to say more? all too good, all too good
• love & longing, rabbit edition, by jaws_3 — lan wangji gets turned into a rabbit and looks for wei wuxian for help. do you sense a pattern? yes, maybe i love the idea of lan wangji as a bunny. in fact, i recommend every story by this author and many others but i’ll just be adding by absolute favorites. and this one’s fabulous.
• 在此恭迎夷陵老祖; to yiling laozu, the great and venerable, by yiqie — we had people writing letters to hanguang-jun asking for advice and now it’s people writing letters to the yiling patriarch! also gorgeous.
• 1 unread message, by bittersweetirony — office au where wei wuxian keeps receiving emails from an admirer. short and very sweet!
• ⭐️ the stars in the hazy heaven tremble above you, by cicer — wherein wei wuxian’s ciderella and wangji’s prince charming. i could read this over and over and never get tired. in fact, i did.
• ⭐️🎖️ only the deepest love, by occultings (microcomets) — pride and prejudice fusion. everything’s a bliss, magically and wonderfully so. i fell in love with this masterpiece. in fact, read everything by this author!! highly recommend. especially three days gone, if you go searching rabbits and a life in your shape!
• beneath six layers of silk, by darkredloveknot (enheduane) — lan wangji’s cursed to speak every thought of his out loud. come on, who never wanted to check what this guy’s thinking? perfect!
• ⭐️ let me come home, by cafecliche — seven nights with wangxian being sappy. i could dream about this piece of art. really.
• ⭐️🎖️ i hope that you will come and meet me, by feyburner — another post-canon cql where wangxian slowly get together. i find this particularly devastating and so beautiful.
• the ocean between us, by catbrainedschemes — this is for those who watched the legend of the blue sea, yes, the k-drama! because this is a fusion of it, where wei wuxian is a mermaid.
• call me, beep me, by myung — a whole social media au in another level! they are all actors and i love this idea so much. myung-laoshi big brained, tis glorious story right here made a lot happier.
• and his wanting grows teeth, by yukla — cultivator lan wangji finding wei wuxian in a village, an au in canon setting as the tag says. it's devasting how good this is, really.
• 🎖️ how to fall in love with a catfish: a guide by wei wuxian (disaster rat), by bwyn, yuisaki — wei wuxian finds a catfish trying to be the famous lan wangji. turns out, of course, that it's not a catfish. can we talk about this story more? the sheer hurt/comfort of it, and how it's the perfect rom-com slash drama depiction? i want this as a real show! new york, i love you, by yuisaki also gorgeous!
• listen to the voice inside your head, by pupeez4eva— wei wuxian wakes up to his future-self voice inside his head. it's telling him suspicious things. the amount of giggles i let it slip. in fact, i recommend every work by this author because they always makes me laugh!
• 🎖️ the breaking of your soul (upon my lips), by sunsandships — canon-divergence where wei wuxian discovers that lan wangji's the one who kissed him without his consent. that changes everything. just... magnificent fix-up story, as i said so in my bookmark.
• love on 35mm, by fakeplasticlily — film student lan wangji and wei wuxian as the brother of lan wangji's best friend. my heart was aching during this.
• neatly arranged, by thunderwear — wei wuxian and lan wangji are betrothed, against their own wills. do we have enough wangxian arranged marriage content? no, we do not.
• ⭐️🎖️paint smears on sunny days, by snowshadowao3 — lan wangji's son, lan yuan, has a favorite teacher, and that's wei-laoshi, art professional and also an expert at getting into lan wangji's heart. i will dive DEEP into teacher wei wuxian concept. this one's so wholesome, i could Die.
• 🎖️the absolutely true story of the yiling patriarch: a manifesto in many parts, by aubreyli — the juniors decide to make up wei wuxian's reputation by creating a book of his stories with hanguang-jun. it goes well. one time or another. haha, i love the juniors, they are so creative when making wangxian get together.
• ⭐️🎖️ pigtail pulling, by protos_metazu_isson — lan wangji decides to face wei wuxian's pigtail pulling face to face. that goes better than the expected and worse that what he further imagined. it's surely one of stories i keep on rereading from time to time, especially because it's not big and it's so CUTE!! help.
• ⭐️🎖️ your hand in mine, by cerbykerby — wangxian cursed to hold each other's hand. i could scream while i'm are. come on, this is one of the best stories here, it's short and so sweet, so fitting for them too. perfect, perfect.
• ⭐️ as you like it, by cosmicmilktea — wei wuxian starts to discover what's lan wangji likes. it's what he should know as his husband, after all. IT'S WHAT WE NEED AND DESERVE.
• after the final rose, by azulewaxwing — the bachelor au, because who doesn't want a lan wangji for themselves? turns out, the cameraman attracts his attention more than any contestant could. absolute fire.
• your heartbeat, across the grass, by fakeplasticlily — former classmates with now wei wuxian babysitting and lan wangji as a famous football player. aaah, just imagining lan wangji playing football, as a brazilian, it gives me chills.
• grow, by cafecliche — age degression wei wuxian troubling cloud recesses and the juniors. i love this idea! love a tiny wei wuxian. he deserves good things.
• obedient and bellicose, by thunderwear — an ella the enchanted au where, as per say, lan wangji has to follow every rule. oh, what an incredible fusion. it fits so well, even.
• ⭐️ at least in this lifetime, by etymologyplayground — aaaah i'm sighing over this again. this story's pure sweetness. diabetes. fluff. outstanding. basically, it's just wangxian getting married.
• ⭐️🎖️ i'm the one for your fire, by occultings (microcomets) — a cherry magic au, where wei wuxian can reads mind and discovers lan wangji from the office is actually into him. and maybe he's also into lan wangji. but like, in a no homo kinda way. of course! (denial's a river on africa, dear.)
• ⭐️ look not with the eyes, by spodumene — a case fic post-canon cql where everyone who knows lan wangji starts to devote themselves to him and it doesn't work on wei wuxian. why would that be? i wonder.
• ⭐️🎖️ sweet chaos, by eachandeverydimension — it took me a long time to finish this because everything was so good i wanted to feel it forever. wangxian arranged marriage where they're fourteen and lan wangji goes spend the time with him at yunmeng.
• ⭐️🎖️ your words upon my lips, by uchiuchi — during a nighthun, wangxian get cursed, what one says comes on the other's lips. this killed me, it's so freaking funny and overall over the top.
• ⭐️🎖️ linger by the door (i've always been yours), by piecrust — epistolary wangxian! post-canon cql! introspection! slow burn! everything i could ever want in just one fic. and the letters are unbearably beautiful.
• my heart skips a beat (so my gut can feel the punch), by piecrust — wangxian taking the long way back home. i always wonder how these pretty stories come into an author's mind.
• we sit in the sunset glow, by moonsteps — tangled au where wei wuxian's flynn rider and wangji's rapunzel. thank you, dear author, indeed wangxian came straight out of a fairy tale movie and we deserve more fics like this!
•⭐️not in so many words, by jaws_3 — getting hananaki through a curse after he flirts with the wrong florist, wei wuxian starts dealing with the consequences of his actions. a masterpiece. and so, so lovely, gimme more. this author also has many darling works.
• ⭐️tickling sleeping dragons, by fallingfeathers — a hogwarts au with wei wuxian as a troublemaker gryffindor and lan wangji as a rigorous ravenclaw! perfect, isn't it? the development's awesome as well.
• blooming into the color of love, series by leffy — actors wei wuxian and lan wangji, who are judged to be rivals, have to work together for a tv show. and they have sex scenes at that. so enjoyable!
• love potion no. 9, by ria_green — one more hogwarts au where amortentia's involved, so you can imagine what happens. short and soft.
• the rivers start to sing, by fruitys — another tangled au but this time with wei wuxian as rapunzel and lan wangji as flynn rider. it's a marvel that we have two tangled aus in here! phenomenal. mountains, we met by this author (every work of theirs, actually) are also worth every bit!
•⭐️blue-ribbon bunny, by cicer — shapeshifter lan wangji is forced into a shift after getting tired at work and wei wuxian finds him. bunji won my heart, i want to pet him! wei wuxian, you lucky fool.
•⭐️no more looking, i've found home, by annadream — more epistolary wangxian! more post-canon cql! getting together! once again, with terrific letters. i'm astonished with these author's mind.
•⭐️🎖️teen project to change the world, by animeloverhomura — mdzs characters watching mdzs donghua!!! please, this is my utmost FAVORITE! ever! i'm also translating this into portuguese, for those who wanna check in the start note (i'm slowly updating it, im sorry). but aaah, how sensational this work is!!
• an impromptu visit to the city, by bosbie — lan wangji time travels into a modern time and wei wuxian finds him there! oh, this is precious, they are the best.
• heartkeeper, by postingpebbles — bunny lan wangji again, but this ain't modern times, and it's also fascinating. the arts in these made me so warm inside, too.
• ⭐️🎖️the one-body problem, by metisket — during a ritual, lan jingyi's possessed and wei wuxian's on his body with him. waahhh, i couldn't help but chuckle during every part of this, it's well-written and freaking nice to see them bonding. jingyi and wei wuxian being buddies owns my life.
• ⭐️🎖️no certainty of doors between us, by betts — this is the story that HAUNTS me. i read this every once in a while because it's goddamn FANTASTIC. just roommates wangxian with wangji complaining about wei wuxian but being head over heels in love with the man. chaotic, amusing and flawless!!!
• ⭐️🎖️covered in bees, by scarlettstorm— apiary au with wei wuxian freaking out over bees at his doorstep, but then lan wangji comes to aid. and of course, chemistry sparks. and there are bees everywhere. and my heart's melted.
•🎖️lavender blue, by ana_cp — wei wuxian's a florist for a wedding and lan wangji's a cook, they meet and don't stop meeting afterwards. everything about this work is excellent!
•⭐️ wrong turn, right place, by diamondbruise — more time-travel au! this time, it's wei wuxian who goes to cloud recesses coming from his modern time. one of my favorite quotes from all the fics i've read it's in here. such an exquisite work.
• hello, it. have you tried turning it off and on again?, by overmountainandmeadow — here we have modern setting, office wangxian, it superior lan wangji, juniors as interns and other great plots. stunning work!
• diamonds are wei wuxian's worst enemy, by thefaceofno — lan wangji says he wants to marry, and wei wuxian thinks it's with another person. of course it isn't. so he helps plan his own wedding. coming from our best fool, that's expected, really. splendid!
• secretary lan, series by silverclaw — exactly what it says, lan wangji as his husband's secretary and everybody thinks wei wuxian's cheating on their spouse with... well, his spouse. it's absurdly good.
• our hands clasped so tight, by chapter_61 — wangxian get stuck in a library and conversations ensue. i like the idea of fics with a lot of dialogue, and this one didn't fail to surprise and light me up! lovely!
• ⭐️connected: unknown number, by phoenixking25 — wrong number aus always have my heart, and wow, how good this one is. truly excellent, with the perfect lenght. the ones i read are always so short, but this is longer! a win for the wrong number lovers.
• cut through the clouds, break the ceiling, by tardigradeschool — modern setting with our adorable boys including a drunk confession. i'm not lying when i say this is so delightful, i want to print it out and keep it.
• who could stay? you could stay, by martyrsdaughter — neighbours au, where wei wuxian's a bit intruding. maybe too much. but lan wangji likes him anywhere. what is there not to like? haha, a whole awesome read.
• ⭐️ be gay, do crime, by merelydovely — lan wangji thinks wei wuxian, the guy who invaded his home one afternoon and petted his bunnies, is a bad guy. he's not. hilarious and brilliant!
• ⭐️don't threaten me with a good time, by livinginaworldofnoise — ridiculously funny! basically, a great british bake off au with wei wuxian being a lil demon. i want this to be printed and delivered during my funeral, thank you very much.
• ⭐️as the clouds part and clear, we finally meet again, by 12262325 — lan wangji, as a kid, encounters wei wuxian, who's older than him. they keep on encountering each other, and lan wangji keeps on falling in love with his senior. aah, i'm in love with this work! i can't stop rereading!
• as if you were a mythical thing, by daltoneering — a vague steampunk au as the author suggest, and it absolutely rocks! i wish this had even more hits, as it deserves.
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you can check my wangxian bookmarks on ao3 for more recs! i’d just like to note again that this is, of course, based on my own opinion. regardless if these stories are famous or not, i wanted to make this list for my enjoyment and for those who want more wangxian content, either they’re old here or if they’re just entering the fandom :)
as always, i’m accepting other recs if you have those. check my pinned tweet for more of my stuff and thank yoou!
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Male Troll/Female Reader SFW Wordcount: 3,343 Tags & Warnings: plus size monster Part One (here) | Part Two (coming soon!) Commissions | Ko-fi | Masterlist
You’re an escort, but the last thing you expected was to fall for your favourite client.
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You pause outside the sleek facade of the restaurant, the cool evening air caressing your skin. Glancing at your phone one last time, you scroll through Sorrel's profile, absorbing every detail. Sorrel, an unusual name for an even more unusual client.
Trolls rarely make their way into the heart of the city, preferring the solitude of their natural dwellings. Yet here you are, about to meet one for dinner in one of the most upscale places in town.
Your job often demands a chameleon-like ability to adapt, to mould yourself into whatever your clients desire. A laugh here, a sympathetic nod there, all performed with the ease of a well-rehearsed play.
Sorrel's request is refreshingly simple: just company, and above all, authenticity. It's both refreshing and daunting. How long has it been since you were asked to simply be yourself?
Taking a deep breath, you tuck your phone away. Your reflection in the restaurant's glass doors gives you a moment's pause—a young woman, elegantly dressed, poised on the edge of an unfamiliar encounter.
With a final steadying breath, you push the door open and step into the warm, amber-lit interior.
A pretty waitress, with a smile as polished as the cutlery, guides you through the restaurant when you enter. The beauty of the place unfolds around you; all soft lighting and hushed tones. Chandeliers cast a golden glow over tables draped in pristine white linen, each adorned with delicate glassware and silver.
The murmur of conversation blends with the gentle clinking of dishes, and soft, classical music plays. It doesn’t strike you as the kind of place a troll would like; they’re known for their love of natural living, not fine-dining.
As you take in the opulence, a flutter of self-consciousness washes over you. The elegance of your surroundings makes you feel suddenly underdressed, and you can't help but wonder about Sorrel. The cost of dining here must be astronomical; does he intend to make a statement, perhaps to showcase you as a trophy of his affluence?
As you approach the booth, you see him. Sorrel is a striking figure, a hulking presence that commands the space around him. His mossy green hair, a wild, natural crown, complements the dense fur that covers his body. His eyes, sharp and discerning, fix on you, and there's an intelligence in his gaze that belies the brutish stereotype of his kind. Despite the tailored suit that strains slightly against his muscular frame, there's no disguising the power in his broad shoulders, the soft curve of his belly. The suit, while elegant, seems almost a concession to human norms, doing little to mask his inherent, rugged appeal.
A wave of unexpected attraction washes over you, stirring a flush of excitement in your stomach. It's an odd sensation, this pull towards someone so different.
Gathering your composure, you slide into the booth, the soft leather cool against your skin. The space between you and Sorrel crackles with an energy as you offer a gentle smile.
"Hello," you begin, your voice well-rehearsed. You're acutely aware of your posture, the calculated tilt of your head, the practiced smile. Sorrel asked for authenticity, but it’s difficult when faced with such an imposing man.
Sorrel's response, however, is not what you anticipate. His voice, deep and resonant, carries a gentleness that seems at odds with his formidable appearance. "Good evening," he rumbles, his sharp eyes softening. "I hope the night finds you well."
As he speaks, the tension in your shoulders begins to ebb. There's a sincerity in his words, a vulnerability that peeks through the confident exterior.
With a smile, you turn to the menu. You hesitate, the array of exquisite dishes foreign and intimidating. There are a lot of words, and a lot of words that you don’t understand.
Maybe sensing your uncertainty, Sorrel leans in. His hands brush against yours, and the warmth of him makes you shiver..
"The risotto is my favourite. The salmon, too - it’s this one here, at the bottom."
You glance up at him, face flushed. You’ve been on countless escort jobs, and it’s always just been that. A job. Yet, as you soak in Sorrel’s warmth, his fur tickling your palm, something stirs inside you.
The words stick in the back of your throat as a waitress arrives. All you can do is nod in agreement as Sorrel makes a suggestion, and the waitress departs with your order.
There's a lull in the conversation, a moment of silence as you take in the man before you. "I must admit," you find yourself saying, breaking the quiet with a nervous laugh, "I didn't expect someone like you to be in a place like this." The words are out before you can stop them, and a flush of embarrassment warms your cheeks. "I mean, I made assumptions based on... well, what I thought I knew about trolls. I'm sorry."
Sorrel's laughter, rich and warm, fills the space between you. "No offense taken," he assures, his smile genuine. "I often find myself frequenting these types of restaurants. The same way the forest holds its charm, so does a well-crafted dish or a beautifully composed piece of music."
"I've not had the chance to dine in places as grand as this very often," you admit with a laugh, the restaurant's opulence still wrapping around you like a soft blanket. "It's a rare treat. You must do quite well for yourself, Sorrel. What is it that you do?"
Sorrel sets his glass down, the light catching the deep green of his eyes. "I left my clan some years ago," he begins, his voice solemn now. "We had... differing views on how to engage with the expanding human world. I believed in integration, in finding a way to coexist beneficially."
You lean in, captivated by his story, the depth of his conviction. "So, what did you do?"
"I started my own company," he says, a hint of pride in his voice. "We specialize in eco-friendly construction materials. It sounds dull, I know, but it’s something I care about."
Your chest flutters. "That's incredible," you respond, genuinely impressed. "Although, I’m sorry about your family.
He shrugs. “Don’t be, it’s been a long time since I’ve been back home.”
The arrival of the meal serves as a delicious interruption, and the garlicky, savoury smell makes your mouth water. The risotto you chose under Sorrel's recommendation is creamy and rich, with the earthy aroma of truffles enveloping you. Sorrel's salmon is presented with an artistry that matches the taste, the fish's delicate flesh flaking at the touch of his fork.
"This is incredible," you murmur, savouring each bite, your previous apprehensions about the evening melting away with the flavors on your tongue.
Sorrel smiles, watching you with a contented gaze that makes your heart flutter. "I'm glad you're enjoying it."
You smile, delving in, beginning to forget that this isn’t a real date. As you eat, the conversation meanders from the culinary arts to travel, to the hidden corners of the world each of you dreams of exploring. He’s a traveller, like you, although he’s visited places you could never dream of.
As the main course plates are cleared away, Sorrel suggests a dessert to share, a classic tiramisu that promises to be as light as air. When it arrives, you both lean in, the spoon Sorrel hands you brushing against his, sending a spark of electricity through you. You scoop a small portion, the dessert's creamy layers dissolving instantly on your tongue, and you can't help but close your eyes in appreciation.
"Good?" Sorrel asks, his voice low and tinged with amusement.
"More than," you reply, opening your eyes to find his gaze lingering on you with an intensity that quickens your pulse.
It's easy, in the soft lighting and over the shared sweetness of dessert, to forget the nature of how this evening came to be.
It's only when the waiter discreetly presents the bill that reality nudges you back into your role. Sorrel doesn't hesitate, reaching for his wallet with a grace that belies his size.
"How would you prefer the payment?" he asks, his tone casual but with a hint of something more, perhaps a reluctance for the evening to end in such a transactional manner.
The question jolts you back to the present, a reminder of the professional boundary that, for a fleeting moment, had seemed all but erased. "A bank transfer would be fine, thank you," you manage to say, your voice steady despite the way your stomach twists.
As you stand to leave, the warmth of the restaurant's ambiance contrasts sharply with the cool detachment now settling over you. Sorrel escorts you to the exit, his presence as reassuring as it is imposing.
At the doorway, you turn to him, the night air cool on your skin. "Thank you, Sorrel, for a truly wonderful evening," you say, sincerity lacing your words.
"Thank you," he replies, and something like regret flickers in his eyes.
On impulse, you rise on your toes and place a gentle kiss on his cheek. It's a small gesture, but it carries the weight of all the evening's revelations, his fur soft against your neck.
“Goodbye, Sorrel.”
“Goodbye. Enjoy the rest of your evening.”
As you part ways, the night swallowing his towering figure, you're left with a warmth that no chill can dispel. The memory of the evening, of Sorrel, lingers like a sweet aftertaste, leaving you wondering just how you’re supposed to forget about him.
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A week slips by, quieter than usual, leading you to pick up part-time shifts at a local hotel to fill the gaps. The monotony of the days contrasts sharply with the vivid memory of your evening with Sorrel, which lingers no matter how much you try to forget.
When a new request pops up on the escort site from Sorrel, your heart leaps. The anticipation, the unexpected thrill of seeing him again, infuses your routine with a newfound energy. Preparations for your meeting are made with a care and attention you hadn't realized you'd been missing.
The park chosen for your rendezvous is entirely different to the opulent restaurant of your first encounter. As the evening draws in, the tranquility of the park, with its towering trees and the soft murmur of the evening breeze, soothes your nerves.
You spot Sorrel at the agreed-upon spot, his imposing figure somehow at peace among the natural surroundings. Today, he’s wearing a more casual fitted black shirt that hugs his generous curves.
His face lights up as he sees you approach, a genuine smile spreading across his features.
"It's wonderful to see you again," he greets, his voice carrying a warmth that wraps around you like a comforting embrace.
"The feeling's mutual, Sorrel," you reply, your own smile reflecting your genuine happiness. "I wasn't sure if you'd... well, want to meet again."
"Why wouldn't I?" he asks, his tone laced with genuine confusion and a hint of amusement. "Our last evening together was more enjoyable than I've had in a long time. I've been looking forward to this all week."
Your heart flutters at his words. It’s your job, you know, to be liked - but hearing it from him sends a thrill through you.
"I'm glad,” you say. “I've thought a lot about our last, er, date."
Sorrel's gaze softens, the park's gentle evening light casting a serene glow over his features. "I've found myself doing the same. There's a simplicity in your company, a peace I've come to... crave."
The admission hangs between you. It's clear that the bond formed over that dinner has only deepened with time, but you have to wonder if this feels all a little too real.
"Would you like to take a walk?" Sorrel suggests, gesturing to the winding path that leads deeper into the park.
"I'd like that," you agree, and together, you begin to walk. You link an arm through his, enjoying how big and sturdy he is. It’s difficult to resist the urge to lean in close, soaking up the scent of his cologne.
The park around you is quiet, the occasional rustle of leaves and distant sounds of the city the only interruptions to the silence.
As you walk alongside Sorrel, the proximity and the gentle brush of his hand against yours send ripples of excitement through you. Each step seems to synchronize with the beating of your heart, a rhythm that echoes the growing closeness between you. The thrill of all surprises you, and you find yourself leaning deeper against his plush side.
The small talk that fills the air between you is comfortable, and you find yourself eagerly listening to Sorrel’s deep, rumbling voice. You chat about the park, and the mundane details of your respective weeks. Yet, beneath the surface, there's a tension, as if there’s something more floating beneath the surface.
It's Sorrel who breaks the veil of casual conversation, his voice taking on a more somber tone. "You know, I've always found myself caught between two worlds," he begins, his gaze fixed on the path ahead. "In the city, I'm too troll for most people to understand. Among my own kind, my views, my... aspirations make me an outsider. Too modern for my own kind, but too different for everybody else."
You listen, your heart aching at the vulnerability he's willing to share. The loneliness of his position between two worlds, becomes achingly clear.
"That's part of why I sought your company initially," he continues, his voice barely above a whisper. "I needed to feel understood, even if it was just for a moment, even if it had to be... bought."
The honesty of his admission strikes a chord within you, the professional facade crumbling further with each word.
"Now," Sorrel pauses, taking a deep breath, "my mother is ill. She's asked me to come home."
The weight of his words hangs in the air, heavy with the gravity of his decision. The silence that follows is filled with a thousand unasked questions, each one a reflection of the complexity of his situation and the depth of your concern for him.
"What will you do?" you find yourself asking, the question laden with more than professional curiosity. It's a question born of a connection that's deepened beyond expectation, a genuine concern for his well-being.
Sorrel stops walking, turning to face you. In the fading light, his expression is a mix of resolve and uncertainty, green eyes thoughtful.
"I don't know," he admits, and in that moment, the vulnerability he displays, the raw honesty of his predicament, draws you even closer.
You stay quiet, allowing him a moment to think.
Sorrel's gaze drifts away for a moment, lost in thought, as if he's trying to piece together the puzzle of his future right there in front of you. "I think I need to go back," he says finally, his voice steady but tinged with a hint of resignation. "I want to be there for her, help her heal. She's always been the anchor of our clan, and without her strength..."
He trails off, the weight of his responsibilities, of his love for his family, evident in the pause. "Once she's well, perhaps I'll return to the city. Or perhaps not. The truth is, I don't know where I truly belong."
The vulnerability in his admission, the open-ended nature of his future, pulls at something deep within you. You reach out, almost instinctively, your hand finding his. The touch is electric, and you let out a muffled sigh.
"It sounds like you've got a tough road ahead," you say, your voice soft but full of empathy. "Being there for your family, making sure your mother has everything she needs to recover... it's a beautiful thing to do, Sorrel. It speaks a lot about the kind of person you are."
He looks at you then, really looks at you, and in his eyes, you see a mixture of gratitude and something else, something deeper.
"Thank you," he whispers, and there's a warmth in his voice that wraps around you like a comforting embrace. "For understanding, for... for being here with me now."
The moment stretches between you. So does the quiet. The world around you fades into the background, leaving only the heavy thrum of your pulse in your ears.
"You should do what's best for you," you find yourself saying, your words laced with an unspoken sadness at the thought of his departure. "Your family needs you, and it's clear your heart is with them, too."
Sorrel squeezes your hand gently, a silent acknowledgment of the truth in your words. "I guess I always knew my path would lead me back home, eventually."
A twinge of disappointment tugs at your heart as the reality of Sorrel's impending departure settles in. Despite the professional boundaries you should adhere to, you can't deny the longing that has blossomed between you. Yet, beneath the layers of what-ifs, you find resignation setting in.
As you both resume walking, the conversation gently shifts, weaving through lighter topics. You admit, you’re grateful for the change of topic.
You share stories of your travels, the places Sorrel has been, places you’d love to go.
"I've always wanted to visit Thailand," you mention wistfully, the image of crystal-clear waters and verdant landscapes painting your words. "The culture, the food, the beaches... it seems like a world away from here."
Sorrel listens intently, his interest genuine. "Thailand is beautiful," he agrees, "you should go sometime."
The conversation takes an unexpected turn when Sorrel, with a look of determination, insists on paying you extra for your time. "Consider it a contribution towards your Thailand adventure," he says, his tone brooking no argument.
You hesitate, aghast at the number when you check your bank account. Three-thousand dollars. The offer touching yet tinged with the finality of a parting gift.
"Sorrel, that's too generous, I can't—"
"Please," he interrupts, his voice soft but firm. "Let this be my way of ensuring you get to experience the beauty of the world. You deserve it."
The sincerity in his eyes, coupled with the depth of gratitude you feel, crumbles your resistance. "Thank you," you say, the words barely a whisper, laden with a mix of emotions. "I'll never forget this."
You don’t know what else to say; but as it is, you don’t need to.
As you stand there, on the brink of farewell, Sorrel leans in. His kiss is unexpected but fervently returned as you stand on your toes, arms looping around his wide, plush waist. His lips are firm against yours, nipping at you with a passion that ignites a fire within you, the heat of his touch searing through the cool night air.
The kiss deepens, and for a moment, the world falls away, leaving only the two of you locked together, pulse racing.
As the kiss ends, a lingering warmth remains. You stand there, caught in the afterglow, the night air now charged with longing.
Sorrel's gaze holds yours, a myriad of unspoken words swirling in the depths of his eyes. "This... This was unexpected," he murmurs, the raw honesty in his voice mirroring the vulnerability in his gaze.
You nod, a gentle smile curving your lips despite the ache in your chest. "The best things usually are," you reply, your voice soft, laced with the bittersweet tang of parting.
There's a pause, a moment suspended in time, before you lean in for one final kiss. This one is softer,, a whisper of a goodbye in the brief touch of lips.
With a light-heartedness that feels forced, you step back and offer a playful smile. "Keep in touch, okay?" The words slip out, half in jest, half in hope, even as you understand the impossibility of the request.
Sorrel's smile is tinged with a gentle sadness, an acknowledgment of the unlikelihood of such a promise. "I'll remember this," he says, his voice a low rumble, rich with emotion. "I'll remember you."
You know, from the snippets of his life he's shared, that returning to his clan means stepping away from the world as you know it. The isolation of his people, their disconnection from the modern trappings of communication, almost brings tears to your eyes.
As you part ways, the echo of his final words lingers in your heart. The night wraps around you, and you shudder.
You hope to see him again someday. Somehow, you have the feeling that you will.
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hotch requests, you say? How about our favourite unit chief embracing his feminine side a bit when jack gets teased at school for his painted nails. Hotch would 100% be the type of super supportive dad to rock some of his own in solidarity. I can see him wearing pink friendship bracelets under his cuff, or starting to sport more pink and purple ties etc, letting jack do his makeup on his days off.
And who can question him, when he levels them with his signature frown.
hey hello! Rome, I love you!!! this was so fun to write <3 i wasn't sure if you wanted something with reader in it, but i loved their friendship so i had to! hope you like it <3
Requests are open!
“You want me…” you pointed at yourself, your eyes slightly narrowed in confusion, even if there was a small — almost unnoticeable — smile on your face, “To paint your nails?”.
You expected Aaron to flinch, to double take his decision or to put a smile on his face and say something on the lines of ‘nah, I was just kidding’, but the only thing to cross his face as he gave you a single nod was resolution. Sincere, almost confusing (for you) resolution.
“Okay…” you whispered, your own pose faltering slightly as you pointed at the inside of your apartment, “I’ll just grab my things and see you at your apartment in five minutes?”.
“Sounds good” Aaron nodded again, this time his face changing into a more soft demeanor as he grabbed his wallet on his pocket, “How much-”.
“Don’t worry about it” you waved it off quickly, “Just tell me the story behind this decision and I’ll be happy”.
Aaron smiled gently at you, muttering a quiet ‘okay’ before he turned his back and walked to the apartment across the hallway — his own —, only closing the door halfway in a clear message that, when you wanted to go in, you could just open the door and make your way towards the living room where you spent a lot of your time.
You didn’t move when he disappeared behind the door, biting your bottom lip quizzically as you leaned against the doorframe, your mind losing itself into a whirlwind of questions. Questions you knew could only be answered by the person next door.
"Okay, then" you whispered one last time before quickly moving outside your home to grab your work material, double-checking if you had everything you needed before rummaging to his apartment.
Aaron was waiting for you in the living room, lost in a manila folder you didn't need to look at for long to know it belonged to his job (even if the FBI insignia was huge on the front); his concentration was immediately brought back to the real world when he heard the soft sound of your steps moving towards him, his eyes immediately darting up to look at you, his smile appearing once again as he immediately grabbed all the files on his coffee table, brushing them aside as he pointed at the empty seat in front of him, "I'll just put those in my office".
"Take your time" you replied, grabbing the first nail polish — a nude color — and placing it on the coffee table, "I'll just get everything settled".
Aaron didn't take long to return, and by the time he sat in front of you, his eyes studying the polishes curiously, you were already ready for your story and for the wild ride you knew this moment would be.
He might have noticed your excitement since he placed his hand in front of you almost immediately, not waiting for your cue to start his tale — and by the time he said his first word, you understood exactly what that was about.
"Jack was bullied last week because of his nails" he explained, a deep sigh escaping his lips as he averted his gaze from you. You weren't sure if he was ashamed or if he was sad — maybe both —, but you knew there was more to that story than he had said, so you only remained silent, "His teacher told me his friends were making comments because the nail polish was pink, and he'd been sad ever since".
"Oh!" you whispered, your eyes focused on Aaron's hand as you tried not to hurt him with the pliers, "Did she tell him not to paint his nails again?".
"It was very much implied" Aaron replied, and you looked up with a brow raised, "But she didn't use the words. She only stated that if he kept using those colors, female colors, as I came to understand, Jack was deemed to be bullied".
You hummed, your face contorted in displeasure, "And what did you say?".
Aaron shrugged, "That I'd talk to Jack, but if the boys had a problem with it, maybe they should be taught not to care about those things" he stopped for a moment, sighing heavily, "Unfortunately, that's not how all those boys are raised. It took me you to understand that".
You smiled proudly at his comment — at yourself.
You had been the person to paint Jack's nails the week before, even if he had been the one to ask for the pink color. At the occasion, it took Aaron a while (and a very long speech about gender and how colors had nothing to do with it) for him to agree that there wasn't a problem with Jack sporting pink nail polish.
The fact that he had to be convinced was exactly why you were a bit uneasy about his out-of-the-blue request.
"So you talked to Jack?" you asked, receiving a hum as response, "What did he say?".
Aaron gave you a funny look, a joking smile appearing on his face, "He gave me his own version of your gender and colors speech" he made a pause, and you couldn't help but laugh at that, "You've made quite an impression. But I'm happy he understood at least half of it. He said, 'Daddy, men wear pink and women wear blue and everything is okay', but I think this is as far as he understood".
"That's quite a lot, I didn't want him to understand a ten minutes speech on sexism" you returned his joke, exaggerating (you hoped) on how long your speech had gone on.
"He got the important part" he replied, offering one of the nail polishes to you, your eyes widening a bit at the purple color he had picked. Aaron probably noticed the look on your face, since he immediately cleared his throat, "I just thought nude wouldn't quite make a point".
You smiled in understanding, but you needed to hear it. If you were doing this for a major purpose, he might as well talk about it, "Which is?" you asked tenderly, showing that, no matter what, you'd be there with him.
"That I stand with Jack" he replied intensely, "No matter what".
Maybe you shouldn't have grinned as big as you did, but you didn't care. Not when you were sitting in front of Aaron Hotchner, purple nail polish in hands, pride bursting from you.
"Well, Agent Hotchner... then we should get started".
...
Aaron should've seen it coming.
Actually, he did see it coming — at the moment Jack got back home, his smile growing wide as he saw Aaron's purple nails, a wild rambling taking place as she talked eagerly with you about how much everyone at Aaron's work would love to see it.
They did. Penelope more than anyone.
JJ seemed to have understood the reason pretty quickly, not even questioning his motive as she took pictures of his nails. The rest of the team — who seemed to be having the best time of their lives — were supportive when he explained what happened, and Strauss (who happened to spend the whole week at the Bureau) hadn't made comments about it, but she was clearly not pleasured.
Aside from that, the murmurs and small chuckles he spotted weren't enough to unsettle him — and when they did, Aaron would only give the Agents a look, and suddenly his purple nails were the less important problem.
He stayed with the nail polish for three days before he knocked on your door, asking for the acetone to take it off, the corners already peeling.
"I have a meeting tomorrow" he explained, walking inside your house when you offered to remove it yourself, "I don't think it would look good".
You knew the meaning behind Aaron's words was that he didn't want to be seen in purple nails in a work meeting, so you didn't discuss it. It was one step at a time.
"What are the two of you doing here?".
Aaron knew by the grins on your and Jack's faces that he shouldn't have asked, that maybe the best option would've been just to brush it aside and ask you out for lunch, but he also knew that you never visited the Bureau (you believed there was a strict division between your workplace and personal life, so suddenly appearing at his job was a no-go), and the fact that you came in with Jack had him worried for a second before he saw the way Jack fidgeted with a small packaging on his hands.
"Jack and I were taking a walk when he saw something..." you started explaining, squeezing Jack's shoulder encouragingly, "And he wanted to give you a gift. Right, Jackers?".
Jack nodded shyly, offering the packaging to Aaron. It was small enough to fit his hand, and it's square and velveted blue surface reminded Aaron of a jewelry box — the ones that come with expensive rings; Aaron would've believed you and Jack spent a lot of money on it, if it wasn't for its touch (Aaron had bought enough expensive things to know that real velvet had a touch like any other).
"What is it, buddy?" Aaron asked, clearly interested in what was inside the box. When he finally opened it, a smile cracked on his face at the sight of the small — but not too small — pink and purple bracelets with your and Jack's initials in each one, "Those are so nice, buddy!".
"Yeah?" Jack asked, his eyes shining in sheer happiness, "We bought friendship bracelets! Here..." he showed his own bracelets, nudging you so you did the same, "Because you're my best friend, and now we're all best friends!".
Aaron looked up at you, and you could see the tears forming in his eyes before he pulled Jack for a tight hug, kissing his son's forehead before moving away to put on the bracelets, "Now we're best friends".
...
"Stop blinking, Daddy!".
You laughed at Jack's complaint, taking the eyeliner from his hands as you moved back to face Aaron, your legs crossed as you waved at him in a silent request for him to come closer, "Now, stop blinking or I'll pierce your eyes".
Aaron shuddered, cursing when he blinked once more, your eyes meeting his reprehensively — how in the hell was he able not to blink at work, but couldn't keep himself quiet while you put on some eyeliner in him.
It was honestly pathetic.
"And... done," you said happily, passing Jack a brush and an eyeshadow palette, "Pick a color, Jackers".
"Red!" Jack replied, pointing at the color before scrubbing the brush in it. You thought about telling him it would ruin the brush or the color, but he was so enthralled on it that you let it go — you could but a new one in the future, "Close your eyes, Daddy!".
Aaron did as told, and Jack waited patiently for your instructions before starting to pass it gently on his father's eyes, pouting whenever he stopped to analyze if it was good enough or if they needed any more makeup.
"Do you have glitter?" Jack questioned, looking up at you with hope in your eyes.
You smiled broadly, ready to say 'yes' when the doorbell rang, causing Aaron to open his eyes quickly, a silent plea in it — don't use glitter, for God's sake!
You smiled, patting on his knee assuringly. Maybe next time you could use glittler, but again, slow and steady wins the race.
"I think I forgot mine at home, Jackers" you replied, already standing up as you avoided Jack's slightly disappointed pout, "But I promise to bring it next time, okay? I'll see who's it on the door".
"Please, use the peephole" Aaron gave you a pointed look, aware of the fact that you very rarely used it, always opening up the door to whoever knocked on it.
You were almost sure there was a story behind it, but Aaron had never told him, and pressuring him to get answers wasn't something you were keen to do, so...
"Sure" you nodded, "I'll be right back".
"This isn't good enough..." Jack mumbled, "Close your eyes again, Daddy".
Aaron chuckled, closing his eyes once more as he listened to your voice in the hallway, trying to identify the newcomer's muffled voice to be ready for whoever it could possibly be.
"You got just in time, Dave" Aaron heard you say, and he almost cringed at David's name — it was better than being Derek, sure, but he was aware he'd never hear the end of it, "Jack just opened his own makeup business, we're lacking models".
Aaron opened one of his eyes (the one Jack wasn't passing the red eyeshadow) to look up at David, who had a smile on his face, "I see".
"Come here, Uncle Dave!" Jack waved quickly at the older man, and Aaron had to move out of the brush's way, not wanting it to hit his eyes. He saw when you tried to muffle a laugh, giving you a pointed look, "I'll put green eyeshadow in you!".
Dave exchanged a quick look between you and Aaron before smiling at Jack, shaking his head slightly, "I don't think I'll look as good as your Dad does, Jack" he said, but took a seat on the couch, his smirk not faltering when you moved to sit beside Jack again, Aaron offering his hand so you wouldn't fall, "But I'll let you three have fun".
"Hmmm..." you started, not letting go of Aaron's hand when you sat down, "Looks like someone needs to hear our speech, Jackers. What do you think?".
"Oh, I think you're right" Aaron replied, grabbing the eyeliner himself, "And while you speak, we can prepare Uncle Dave for Jack's great day, can't we?".
"We sure can!" You agreed immediately, moving to grab the glitter, "Oh, look what I found here!".
"Glitter!" Jack screamed happily, "Close your eyes, Uncle Dave".
"Yeah, Uncle Dave..." Aaron started, close your eyes.
That would be fun.
Thank you for your request ✨
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PILE 1 COLLECTIVE
7 of pentacles. ace of cups. the magician.
channeled songs: sh-boom - the chords. starstruck - christopher wilde. magic - bob. where you lead - carole king.
people admire how much of a visionary you are! your aesthetic sensitivity, long-term goals, personal values, business skills, creativity, and optimism are some sources of your beauty. people find you to be very physically beautiful in general though. maybe it’s the advice you give or the pleasant sound of your voice, but your charm is undeniable. people also appreciate your unique flare, work ethic, and emotional intelligence. it’s clear you have big dreams and capabilities. something about you is dependable and trustworthy to others. you have tinkering energy and raw talent. people recognize the positive impact you make regardless of the environment. you may often be in a fixer-upper, alchemist, support system, teacher role. people admire your dedication and feel more connected to their dreams/purpose because of you. your energy is healing and uplifting. the sincerity in your heart is a gift and allows others to find hope/relief in you. you’re a trailblazer, philanthropist, humanitarian that does the world good simply by existing and sharing your light. your self-assured outlook is infectious and the way you make life feel like a party is irreplaceable. people admire how much of a safe space and muse you are, tied all into one.
PILE 2 COLLECTIVE
knight of cups. 2 of wands. 9 of wands rx.
channeled songs: perfect (exceeder) - mason. the heart wants what it wants - selena gomez. come & get it - selena gomez.
you are a natural flirt and an object of affection, whether you know it or not! you've got sweetheart/crush/eye candy energy. people love to simply know and be near u. it can be hard to read your mind because of your gentle/feminine/passive nature, which tends to keep the thrill or mystery alive! you're someone that can appear intimidating or too hot to handle, but your inner self is much more reassuring and grounded. people find your resilience, charm, social status, patience, thoughtfulness, style, and mysteriousness to be beautiful. it’s giving hot but unavailable/bad bitch or bad boy. you can be quite protective with your energy/time, which people admire. you know not to settle and to treat yourself like the prize. you often intimidate but intrigue others. cat's got their tongue when they look at you! you embody the beauty standard or simply have that “it” factor. you leave people wanting more and struggling to move on from you. you’re unforgettable and mesmerizing, which is beautiful. you’re like a still and elegant work of art that people would go up to admire in a museum. sometimes it can seem like you're a shiny toy that everyone wants a chance to play with, but you’re not easily impressed.
PILE 3 COLLECTIVE
queen of swords. 5 of wands rx. knight of pentacles. knight of wands.
channeled songs: look at me, i’m sandra dee - grease soundtrack. something that i want - grace potter.
your composure, morality, clear judgment, inner beliefs, and stimulating conversation are really attractive to others! people feel that you have a way with words or a commanding presence without actually exerting force. you’re strategic and wise beyond your years, which makes people want to respect you. others also admire your resilience and thoughtfulness. you can easily find answers to problems or have an unmatched intuition to those around you. you’re in it to win it, which makes u dedicated and passionate. for some, you may relate to the underdog. even with life’s tough challenges, you always persevere. people admire your loyalty & find your mind attractive. you may tend to keep to yourself or people could view you as having a big ego, but your tunnel vision blocks out all that noise. you're admired for the way you defy expectations and others’ authority. you are the boss of your own life and a force to be reckoned with. your identity is a mix of stoic tradition + edgy rebellion, which can surprise people at times. your tenacity, analytical traits, high spirits, and capacity to lead are beautiful. you have natural leadership skills that make people want your approval or loyalty. your aura is dominant and elusive so people know better than to stand in your way or do anything other than tag along for the ride.
PILE 4 COLLECTIVE
8 of swords. 9 of swords. 8 of pentacles. justice (libra).
channeled songs: i’m a mess - bebe rexha. mind over matter - young the giant.
your past, independence, emotional maturity/depth, complex mind, shadow self, and resilience are focal points of attraction. you are a survivor who takes their time in opening up/letting go. people admire the capabilities of your heart and feel a lot of sympathy for you. others may feel that you are too much of a people pleaser or often underestimate/overwork yourself, which makes them want to show up for you. the more reluctant with embracing confidence you are, the more people want to advocate for your potential and growth. others feel like you deserve all the privileges and platforms that you may have been previously denied. you deserve to take up space. people tend to develop a karmic attraction to you where they want to see things through or can’t bring themselves to leave your life. you are hardworking and deserving of everything good, which can enhance other people’s desire to provide and show up for you. if life has not been fair to you, this inspires generosity and admiration in others. people feel protective and want to advocate for you. your fairness and respect for the balance of life is also beautiful. people enjoy how even-tempered, considerate, honest, and reflective you are. they see you as the work hard, play hard type. “went from nothing to something”, apocalyptic energy. you’re on your grind and everyone wants to be a personal cheerleader to you. you fight the good fight and others believe in ur potential because of how beautiful your heart is + how much you’ve overcome. your willpower is also a defining statement/testament of your core identity.
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a-little-unsteddie · 3 months
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stuck in your throat || 1.5
1.1 | 1.2 | 1.3 | 1.4 | [here]
ahhh!! the final part of chapter one! hope the wait was worth it <3 i’ll be posting the full chapter on ao3 tonight, so look out for a post with that link! i’ll also start a master post that i’ll pin to the top of my blog later. eventually. it’s on my to-do list.
i’ll start posting chapter 2 sometime in jan/feb, depending on when i fjnish writing chapter 3, which i’m about a third done with!
happy christmas! i hope everyone enjoys the final part to chapter one!
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Steve hadn’t received a response from Eddie, but he wasn’t really expecting one anyway. He sipped his chai and checked the time every minute or so, and even though it felt like he’d been waiting for ages, only a few minutes had passed when a man walked into the café. He had long, dark curly hair, that was in a messy bun. He was wearing a grey band shirt with ripped black skinny jeans and chains hanging off of them. He appeared to be holding the hand of a little girl who had a mane of wild curls that were a few shades lighter than her dads. She was wearing a purple dress and a poofy blue jacket that appeared to do nothing to slow her down as she seemed to move even as her dad ordered.
Steve couldn’t stop the smile that formed at the sight, but assumed that this wasn’t who he was waiting for. He didn’t think his client would bring his pup with him to the interview. He found no harm in watching them for a bit while he waited for Eddie to show up.
After the man placed the order, he turned to look directly at Steve, who flushed in embarrassment at being caught looking and ducked his head. Which meant he didn’t see the man approach with his daughter in tow, but he did smell him, a sweet, musky scent filled his nose as the alpha approached, it reminded him of the forest. He lost himself in it for a moment before subtly shaking his head to clear it. He looked up with wide eyes as the man stopped at his table, hazel eyes meeting brown.
“Steve?” The alpha—Eddie?—asked, looking like he’d rather be anywhere else. Steve blinked as he took in the sight of the man, trying to figure out where he knew him from. He looked familiar, but he couldn’t pinpoint why. He was sure he would have remembered meeting an alpha this handsome.
“Huh? Oh, yes, sorry,” Steve stammered, cheeks suddenly flushed. He stood abruptly to properly greet the alpha, “That’s, um, I’m Steve.” he thrust his hand out to shake Eddie’s, who took it and shook firmly. Steve ignored the way his stomach swooped at the firm grip the alpha had.
“..I’m Eddie,” he responded, and opened his mouth to say something else but a small voice interrupted them.
“I’m Elodie!” the pup said cheerfully, trying to replicate the action of shaking Steve’s hand. He was immediately enamored with Elodie and allowed her to shake his hand.
“It is so nice to meet you, Miss Elodie.” he said sincerely, grinning as she giggled in response. The three of them quickly sat, with Eddie and Elodie on one side, and Steve on the other.
Steve wasn’t sure where to start, now that he knew they were going to be joined with the pup he would be taking care of if he was chosen. To be fair, he probably wouldn’t have known where to start even if she hadn’t joined them.
Elodie seemed to be taking this seriously, sitting next to her father with her hands together on the table. She had taken out a notepad and had it opened to a blank page with her colored pencil next to it. She looked like she was trying hard to look stern, and failed miserably at it, which was just an adorable sight. Beside her, Eddie looked uncomfortable but still polite. Elodie also seemed to not have the same problem as the adults, immediately launching into questioning.
“Will you take me to the park?”
Steve glanced at Eddie, who looked fondly exasperated the moment Elodie started talking, so Steve figured it wouldn’t hurt to answer her question.
“If your dad is okay with it, sure,” he agreed easily, trying not to show his amusement in his tone, but sure his scent was giving it away as it sweetened. He was glad that pups didn’t fully develope their understanding of the different scents until they were a bit older than Elodie.
Elodie nodded firmly, writing it down on her little notepad, which upon closer inspection, Steve noticed had stickers of what appeared to be dragons and unicorns decorating it.
Eddie seemed content to let her do her questioning, sitting back and watching the pair. Steve wondered if this was the interview, to see how he and Elodie got along.
“Will you give me treats?” was the next question that Elodie had for him.
Steve leaned forward to stage whisper to her, “Only every day,” as if it were a secret. She brightened at that answer, giggling. Steve tried not to wince as her feet kicked into his shins, hiding it with a grin.
Elodie looked up at her dad, “Alright. I think we have a winner.” she said firmly, and Steve couldn’t withhold a grin from taking over his face, just barely holding back a laugh. She had all of two questions for him, neither of which were entirely surprising for a pup to ask.
Eddie rolled his eyes fondly at her, patting her head, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Odie?” Elodie nodded rapidly, eyes wide and begging. “Let me ask him some questions, and I’ll take your vote into consideration. Sound good?” Elodie looked like a bobble head as she nodded wildly again.
“Okay! Can I go play now?” she asked, looking out the window where there was a park across the street.
Eddie looked as though he was about to say no, so Steve took it upon himself to try to convince the alpha.
“There are picnic tables on the far side, you can’t see them from here, but we could sit at one of them and keep an eye on her,” Steve offered, Eddie’s gaze snapped over to him in surprise.
Elodie looked at her father with wide brown eyes, lip jutting out in a pout. “Please?” she asked, stretching the word out until Eddie heaved a sigh.
“Alright, let’s go,” he gave in, standing from the table. Steve’s cheeks hurt from how much he was smiling from this little encounter, and stood to follow them out. Elodie immediately held her dad’s hand, and reached a hand out to Steve to hold one of his as well. Steve glanced nervously at the alpha, but allowed her to take his hand, too.
“Bye, Steve!” Will called as they walked to the door and Steve knew he’d be receiving a load of texts from the other pups he used to babysit about this.
“See you later, Will,” Steve called back, bracing himself against the chilly air as they stepped outside. Almost immediately, Elodie tried to race ahead of the pair, but instinctually, Steve tightened his hold, as Eddie lightly scolded her.
“Elodie Mae, you know you have to hold my hand to cross the street,” he said, frowning at the pup. Elodie pouted, but held their hands and walked with them across the street to the park.
Once they were safely across, Elodie took off towards the park while Steve led Eddie to the picnic benches on the far side. Steve nervously glanced at the alpha, trying to figure out how he was doing so far. He seemed relaxed, but wary of their surroundings, glancing around them frequently, as if nervous to be seen. Steve felt his hackles rise, and furrowed his eyebrows. Could the alpha be embarrassed to be seen with him? Surely not, Chrissy wouldn’t have let him move forward to this stage of the hiring process if Eddie wasn’t going to at least consider him for the job.
“Here are the picnic tables,” Steve said needlessly as a way to fill the silence that had grown between them.
Eddie hummed in response and sat at one of them, and Steve followed his lead, sitting across from him. The picnic table was positioned perpendicular to the park, so Steve sat straddling the bench to keep an eye on Elodie. He may not have been hired yet, so he still wanted to prove that he was capable of the job.
Eddie was silent for a while, but eventually he seemed to figure out what exactly he wanted to say. “This wasn’t my idea,” he started, watching as Elodie ran up to another kid playing at the park.
“I figured not,” Steve admitted, smiling as the two pups ran off together to play.
“But Chrissy is right,” he continued, looking at Steve, “being on tour is a lot and watching an eight year old while performing is pretty much impossible. So, I had two options: leave her at home with a nanny, or bring her with and hire a traveling nanny.”
Suddenly the reason why Eddie seemed so familiar became abundantly clear, he was Eddie Munson. Rockstar, Eddie Munson. Corroded Coffin lead singer, Eddie Munson. Heart-throb alpha, Eddie Munson.
Steve tried to grapple with this revelation silently, hoping that Eddie wouldn’t notice as he didn’t want the musician to think that Steve was being unprofessional. It was fine, really, it just wasn’t something that Steve had been expecting, is all. He wasn’t even a fan of the music, but he knew that Dustin and his friends—including Will—were massive fans. He was glad that Will didn’t flip out when they were in the coffee shop.
“That would be a lot on anyone’s plate,” he finally said, once he was sure his voice wasn’t going to give away his realization. “And I would be more than happy to take some off of it. I’ve already started planning some classwork, actually,” he admitted shyly.
Eddie looked at him in surprise, but it didn’t seem like a bad reaction, so Steve considered it a win.
“Really?” he asked, eyebrows raised. “Even though you weren’t guaranteed the job yet?”
“I was stressing about today, so I figured it wouldn’t hurt to be prepared,” Steve shrugged, not looking at the alpha, instead watching as Elodie and the other pup raced from the monkey bars to the swings.
“That’s impressive,” Eddie told him, and when Steve looked at him, he was smiling tentatively.
Steve scoffed slightly, brushing off the compliment. “Even if I don’t get the job,” he felt a pang of sadness hit him at the thought, “it’s still good practice.”
“Oh, you have the job,” Eddie said nonchalantly, so much so that Steve didn’t process the words for a second.
“I do?” he asked, whipping his head to look at Eddie so abruptly that he felt his neck crack once.
“Yeah, Elodie got the final say,” he smiled vaguely in the direction of where Steve knew Elodie and her new friend were playing.
Chrissy’s earlier amusement about not making the choice of candidate made sense, now.
“Thank you,” Steve said, unsure if that was the right response, but not knowing how else to express his gratitude about being hired.
Eddie smiled vaguely at Steve, shrugging slightly. “As long as she didn’t choose an obvious asshole, I’m more than happy to hire whoever she wants. Means she’s gonna be more likely to listen to you.”
Steve nodded, “That…makes a lot of sense, actually,” he said softly.
“I’ll get Chrissy to email you the official offer, and whatever else needs to be sent,” he hummed, smiling at him.
“I look forward to it,” Steve said honestly, already looking forward to telling Robin that he got the job. He thought of the NDA, and wilted slightly. He wasn’t sure how much he was allowed to actually share with her about the job. He knew he’d be able to tell her that he <i>got</i> the job at least, but not much more than that. Maybe he’d ask Chrissy if they were hiring for something else, because like hell he’d be sued for talking to his best friend.
The pair spent another two hours or so watching Elodie run around and play, but eventually they had to leave.
“Bye, Miss Elodie,” the omega said, laughing as the pup hugged him tightly.
“Bye, Mister Steve,” Elodie mumbled into his sternum before she pulled away and took Eddie’s hand.
“Goodbye, Eddie,” Steve said, looking up at the handsome alpha through his eyelashes. Eddie smiled, but it looked tense, and Steve was reminded that this wasn’t Eddie’s idea. In fact, he seemed to be mildly against the whole affair.
After they said their goodbyes, Steve watched Eddie and Elodie get into a black car with tinted windows, and watched as it disappeared around a corner before he started the longish walk home, feeling a pep in his step as he did.
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skyloftian-nutcase · 8 months
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Zelda's Personality
I did a post about how Link, despite being a player insert, has different personalities through the games that appear subtly and can be inferred based on his behaviors and responses. So now it's time for the Zeldas! More recent games have given more of a shining role to the character for whom the franchise is named, and I love the variety between them all, so let's explore it a bit! (At least for the games that I've played)
Ocarina of Time Zelda - My gosh. I love her so much. This woman ain't a princess, she is a Queen. She is so determined to protect her people that even as a child she's willing to order people around and go against the adults' wishes, despite being ignored. This girl is determined. Like, BotW Zelda gets put down over and over despite her efforts and she is understandably dejected and goes along with what her father wants. This Zelda is straight up like I'M RIGHT YOU'RE WRONG and just moves on LOL. Not only is she determined, she has a plan. A very foolish childish plan because she is a child and no one is going to stop her.
And, naturally, since it's a child's plan against an adult who has all the other adults wrapped around his fingers, it doesn't work. Zelda is left with a kingdom in flames, the evil man she was trying to stop obtained the Triforce, and her father is dead. She's fleeing her home and spends the rest of her childhood in exile. Something like this could destroy a person. And maybe it did. But she picked herself back up. And not only did she pick herself back up, she trained herself to fight. She learned everything she needed to about the Hero's journey so she could guide him when he returned. She stayed in hiding to avoid Ganondorf's watch. She protected the Triforce of Wisdom. This girl is a certified badass.
This Zelda is a fighter in every sense of the word. Nothing will stop her, not even her own mistakes. But she is sensitive too, she's aware of the damage this has done to Link and is apologetic and so incredibly sad. She carries the weight of the world on her shoulders. (Granted, this is Adult Timeline Zelda, but she is just Child Timeline Zelda put through a different scenario, so... same personality for both of them, just different circumstances).
So overall, this Zelda is decisive, resolute, never gives up, empathetic, and probably a little reclusive based on how she's always left to her own devices.
Skyward Sword Zelda - This girl is chaotic and it's wonderful. She pushes her best friend off cliffs and sky islands. She bullies the bullies. She's training in a knight's academy, which more people need to remember dang it. She's protective, she's anxious, she's bossy, she's curious.
This girl is also pretty darn adaptable. Like. She gets thrown out of the sky, out of everything she's ever known, tossed into a world of danger with no one to guide her but a stranger, and has to recover memories of being a freaking goddess and endure a journey of discovering herself while also being chased by Ghirahim. And she does it. Like... Link isn't far behind her, he goes after her literally the next day, and she's already doing her part of her adventure. She was told the fate of the world depends on you and she said okay, then, better get going. Like wow.
She has to have a strong sense of self. This girl found out she was a goddess and told Link after everything, "I'm still my father's daughter. I'm still your Zelda." She was called Your Grace, she was a spirit maiden for a deity her people worshipped, and she still said, "yes. Yes, all of this is true. But I'm still me." Like... I know we see her during her journey when she's still processing and not the aftermath, but this girl has a will of iron and will not let go of who she is.
In summary, this Zelda is courageous, has a strong sense of duty, is a gremlin, excitable, assertive, and stubborn.
Breath of the Wild Zelda - Oh, this poor princess. This Zelda is so sincere and wants to help so much, but she struggles with discovering herself and her powers. She is endlessly inquisitive and absolutely crushed under the pressure her father and her kingdom places on her. She lets it out through understandable frustration, pitting it against someone who, to her, represents everything she is not, which is so interesting.
This Zelda wants for the pieces to just fit but she can't figure it out, and instead of doing some introspection she just continues to look for alternatives. When she does do introspection, it's just to ask why she's defective. Things just need to make sense. I feel like an attitude like this implies that 1, Zelda has no instructor and therefore never learned how to learn, and 2, that implies that everything else she's good at has come naturally to her, such as technology. This girl is a scientist! Who has not learned the scientific method! Though she does try experiments, as poor Link can attest.
When Zelda is allowed to just be herself she seems very sweet and bubbly and excitable. She's so happy when she wants Link to try that frog! She's also incredibly chatty, bless her, having to put up with that silent knight all the time haha (yes, Link does eventually talk to her. Eventually.)
I would also like to note that the instant this girl gets her powers, she goes straight to the castle and holds Ganon at bay for a hundred years. The instant she's free of that burden and bondage, she wants to rebuild her kingdom. Like holy cow. This girl went from doubting herself so much to having so much hope. She is a symbol of hope for her Hyrule.
BotW Zelda is uncertain initially, but learns to have faith in herself and more importantly has all the faith in the world in her people. She is inquisitive, extremely intelligent, energetic, bubbly, and very sensitive.
Twilight Princess Zelda - One of the more mysterious and less prominent Zeldas in her series, this woman radiates quiet strength and regalness. Also, her very first scene (or maybe it's a cut scene flashback in her first interaction in the game) shows her brandishing a sword to fight alongside her soldiers. Hell yes, Queen. But she also has the wherewithal to recognize when she's outplayed. She is wise and knows when to fold to avoid needless casualties. She is willing to put herself in such a vulnerable state in order to protect others. She knew that fighting would still result in the kingdom being overcome by Twilight magic with bonus dead soldiers, so she opted for doing it without the dead soldiers. Knowing when you're beaten and taking it with grace to figure things out takes not only wisdom but humility.
This Zelda is also just... so incredibly understated. Her sadness over her kingdom's fall into disarray is poignant but subtle. Her compassion for Midna when she's dying is muted, but so clearly evident in that she gives her remaining life energy to her. Her acceptance of Link as the Hero, and her sign of respect to him and petition for his aid is just oh my goodness, the regal bow, the willingness to fight alongside him, I love her.
With as little as she features in the game and with as quiet as she can be, she honestly is hard to peg down, but overall this Zelda strikes me as someone who feels deeply and expresses little of it. She's quiet, she's reserved, but she is humble and dignified and incredibly kind.
So there you have it. Some of the ladies for you. I love them all dearly and love to compare and contrast them. <3
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merrixmas · 2 months
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My Love, You're Mine
DI!Leon x Fem!Reader
Summary: You were Leon's personal assistant for 2 years. You admired him, even love him, but things took a wild turn.
WC: 10k
Content/Warning: Fingering, Reader is into it, Squirting, Spanking, Stockholm Syndrome(?), masturbation, Porn with small plot, degrading kink, manipulation, overstimulation, Fem Horny Reader, BDSM, Soft to Rough, Mostly just Leon pleasuring you.
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-Backstory-
You were an agent that used to do dangerous missions. But you retired because you thought it maybe better to get a safer job instead, and after waiting for weeks, you were hired as a personal assistant by a rich man named Leon. He had hired you because he needed an assistant that could do many things. You've been his assistant now for 2 years, doing more than just assisting him, you took care of him. You had feelings for him, but you kept it lowkey.
He was single for a very long time and he would give you signs that he liked you. Or maybe it's just you being delusional? So you thought maybe you'd have a chance. Sometimes wearing revealing but not quite, only did it to tease him, and it seemed to work.
As you were assisting Leon with some paperwork late at night, he had giving you coffee for some boost. Little did you know, it was drugged. You found yourself sleep on his bed, turns out he was one step ahead.
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(Morning)
You stirred slowly, waking up from your sleep and taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. "w-where am I?"
With a slight smile, Leon steps closer to you, leaning down slightly. "Ah, good morning, my love. It seems you finally woke up."
"Mr. Kennedy?? What's going on.." You asked, trying to recall what happened.
"Oh please, just call me Leon." he chuckles softly, his hand reaching out to gently caress your cheek. Surprised by his actions you moved away slowly, using his pillow to cover yourself from him.
Leon watches your reaction with a mix of amusement and desire, his hand moving to lightly hold onto the pillow, not forcing it away from you. "There's no need to be afraid, sweetheart. I only want to protect and care for you."
He releases the tension in his grip, trying to appear less threatening "I just want to shower you with love, darling. You're mine now, and I'll never let you go."
You slowly began to relax from his comforting voice but still keeping your guard up.
Seeing your response, Leon couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph. His voice softened further, the sincerity in his words echoing through the room. "That's my girl," he whispered, leaning closer to brush a tender kiss against your forehead.
You touched your forehead, surprised from his kiss, his actions, You never expected that the guy you were inlove with for 2 years would be like this now, why is he doing this?
Feeling your surprise, He couldn't help but smirk softly. "Don't be alarmed, love," he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. "I'm just expressing my affection for you."
You looked away, thinking if you should escape but a part of you is telling you to just give in to him.
He sensed your hesitation and uncertainty. He gently cupped your cheek, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Trust me, love," he whispered. "I will never harm you. I only want to make you happy."
You put the pillow away upon hearing his comforting voice once more.
"Thank you, my love. Now, let me introduce you to your new life." He guided you to the bathroom, where a luxurious bath was prepared for you. "Soak in this tub," he instructed. "It will help you relax."
You did as he told, covering yourself as you got in the bathtub.
He waited until you were settled before closing the door behind him. He took a moment to observe you from a short distance, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. You looked so beautiful and vulnerable, sitting there in the warm water. He could hardly contain his desire to make love to you.
You closed your eyes, inhaling deeply as you relaxed while he continued to watch you, his gaze roaming over every inch of your exposed skin. His mind filled with thoughts of how he wanted to touch and taste you. He couldn't wait any longer.
You looked at him, still covering your soaked body with your hands.
"There's no need to be shy, my love. Let me take care of you." With those words, Leon slowly approached the tub, his eyes never leaving yours.
He knelt down beside the tub, his hand gently caressing your wet skin. "Allow me to wash away your fears and doubts," he whispered, his voice thick with desire.
He continued to wash you, his hands gentle yet firm on your body "You're quite a catch, you know that? Such lovely curves, delicate scent. I couldn't resist you for long."
"you're so gentle with me.." you murmured, looking into his eyes with wonder.
"I am, aren't I? But then again, you're worth it." He smiled softly at you, his eyes filled with nothing but love and desire. "Now, how about we dry off and move to the bedroom? I have something special planned for us."
You nodded. And with a satisfied smile, Leon finished washing you and reached for a towel to dry you off. He wrapped the warm, soft cloth around your body, gently patting it against your skin.
He assisted you in getting out of the tub, his hands lingering on your body as he dried you off "You're so beautiful, sweetheart. It's a pleasure to be the one taking care of you now."
You got flustered from his compliment, after all, this was all new to you. You never had this treatment before but now that you were having it from Leon, it made you feel special.
Shall we continue this in the bedroom, then?" He held out his hand to you, his eyes full of anticipation.
"mhmm" you hummed, giving him a faint smile as you hold his hand
Good girl." He whispered, leading you out of the bathroom and towards the bedroom. The air was heavy with desire as he closed the door behind them, locking it once more. "Now, lie down on the bed and relax."
You did as you were told, lying on the bed with the towel still wrapped on you.
"Very well," Leon purred, his voice low and seductive. He moved closer, his gaze roaming over your body appreciatively. With gentle hands, he removed the towel from your body, revealing his prize to him.
He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss against your collarbone, his fingers trailing across your skin as you press your legs together.
"Beautiful," he whispered, his eyes never leaving your form. His hands traced along your thighs, slowly parting them until they rested on either side of your hips. "You're so exquisite,"
"Please be gentle.. I'm new to this." You pleaded as you were inexperienced with these type of things but you knew about it.
Leon chuckled softly, his warm breath tickling your skin. "I'll be as gentle as you like," he promised, his fingers beginning to explore lower on your body. "But remember, I am quite skilled in these matters."
As you trembled slightly in his embrace, he felt a rush of triumph and desire. His fingers continued their slow dance, seeking out your sensitive spots with unerring precision. "That's it, darling," he whispered, his voice low and seductive.
You squirmed slightly at first but then started grinding on his hand as he fingered you.
Feeling your body respond to his touch, Leon's heart raced with anticipation. His fingers moved in tandem with your movements, their rhythm becoming increasingly sensual. "That's it," he encouraged, his voice thick with lust.
You softly moaned as the pleasure increased. "Mmm, that sound makes me want you even more." He kissed your neck, his lips soft and teasing. "Tell me, are you ready for me?"
You looked into his eyes with certainty, before nodding. When he leaned down, his lips brushed against yours in a slow, passionate kiss. His tongue traced the contours of your mouth, teasing and exploring. One of his hands slid up your leg, caressing your inner thigh as the other continued to stroke between your legs.
You moaned as he kissed you passionately, your hands ran down his chest, feeling his muscular body.
The feel of your hands on him only fueled Leon's desire. His kiss deepened, his tongue dancing with yours as he grew bolder. His fingers found their way inside you, seeking out your sensitive spots as he continued to pleasure you. "You're so responsive,"
With a soft groan, Leon broke the kiss. "You're mine now," he whispered against your skin. "I won't let you go." His fingers found their rhythm again within you, his thumb massaging your clit as his other hand gripped his shaft, leaving your legs trembling as you got closee to climax.
"That's it," he encouraged, his voice low and seductive. "Let go for me." His thumb circled faster, seeking to push you over the edge. His other hand held his cock steady, ready to plunge inside once you reached climax.
Your back arched as you reached your climax, juices gushing out of you. He moaned as he felt the walls of your pussy contract around his thumb. His other hand gripped his shaft tighter, feeling the urge to release building within him. With a deep growl, he slowly pushed inside you, his cock stretching you as he filled you completely.
You gripped the sheets tightly, tears forming around your eyes as he felt your inner walls contract around his shaft, Leon's mind was filled with nothing but lust and possession. "You're mine," he growled, his hips starting to move faster as he took you hard and fast. the pleasure sending shocks down your body, making it tremble as you whimper.
Leon's thrusts became deeper and stronger as he took you, his hips grinding against yours in a rhythm that was both intense and erotic. With a low growl, he pulled out, only to push back in harder, faster, his body trembling with the effort.
"Leon- a-ahh~" His name was a moan on your lips, a testament to the pleasure he was inflicting upon you. Feeling the peak of his climax near, Leon couldn't hold back any longer.
With a primal cry, Leon filled you up, his seed spilling deep inside as his hips bucked wildly against yours. He panted heavily, his chest heaving against yours as he finally came down from the intense high. For now, at least.
You panted, still feeling your mixed liquids come out of your throbbing cunt. "That's right," he breathed against your skin. "You're marked now. Mine forever." He pulled out slowly, his cock slipping out of you with a wet, slippery sound.
Leon chuckled softly, his arms wrapped around you possessively. "You're mine now, sweetheart. And there's nothing you can do about it."
"I'm all yours" you mumbled, slowly closing your eyes.
Leon kissed your forehead tenderly, his hands running through your hair. "That's a good girl," he purred, his voice dripping with dark charm. "Now, why don't you rest while I go to work? I'll have the maids give you something to eat while I'm gone for a day."
You nodded, as you got comfy, covering yourself with a soft comforter
As he spoke, he began to gather his clothes, pulling on his pants and t-shirt. He left the room, locking it behind him. Alone now, you were left to contemplate your new reality. A reality where you belonged to Leon, body and soul. You decided that you would just accept this, after all, you wanted this for a long time.
You spent your whole day just in his room, resting or on your phone, since this was the first vacation you had where you did nothing but relax.
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(Next day)
Leon returned with a satisfied smirk, He found you cozily tucked under the soft comforter, looking somewhat vulnerable but also strangely content. His eyes lingering on you.
You haven't noticed Leon's return as you were unconscious, your eyes remained closed as you slept peacefully, unaware of the world around you. Leon watched you carefully, his dark gaze filled with an unyielding possessiveness.
You slowly stirred in your sleep, waking up to see Leon watching you.
"How are you feeling, sweetheart?" he purred, his voice low and seductive. "Sleep well?" He took a seat on the bed beside you, his arm brushing against yours.
You nodded. "I'm alright" You murmured, slightly tired still.
"I trust you spent your time taking care of yourself without me?" His eyes flickered over you once more, a mix of curiosity and satisfaction playing across his features.
"It was kind of okay? Just felt slightly lonely." You looked down, fidgeting with your hands.
Well, I'm back now," he said with a smirk, running a finger down your arm. "And I plan on keeping you company for a while."
You thanked him for being so kind to you. You didn't even know what you did to deserve this treatment from him.
You're welcome, sweetheart." He leaned in close, his eyes searching yours. "I promise I'll take care of everything."
You nodded with a faint smile, looking at some of the small bruises on your arms and legs.
"You've been through a lot," Leon acknowledged softly, his fingers tracing over a particularly dark one on your thigh. "But you're safe with me now." He leaned back in his chair, watching you carefully.
"I should get dressed now.." you muttered, slightly embarrassed that you had nothing on but a blanket covering you.
He nods, standing up "Of course. I'll have someone bring you some clothes soon." He paused, his expression turning more serious. "But before you go... there's something I need to ask you."
"Will you stay here with me?" His voice was low, laced with an undercurrent of vulnerability that contrasted sharply with his usual dark charm. "I... I want to protect you, and I can't bear the thought of losing you again."
"ofcourse.. I have no one else but you.." You said with sincerity.
"Good," he murmured, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. His fingers brushed against your cheek in a gentle caress.
"do you have anything else for me to wear?" You stood up slowly and he stood up as well, towering over you once more. He noticed that you were wearing one of his t-shirts.
"Of course," he replied, his voice smooth as silk. A servant appeared almost instantly at his summons, carrying an armful of clothing. "These should fit you well," he said, gesturing towards the selection of lingerie and a silk robe. "
He leaned down slightly, his breath brushing against your neck as he spoke softly into your ear. "Remember, I want you to wear these for me."
Leon chuckled softly, the warmth of his breath tickling your ear. "Surprise me," he purred, his voice low and seductive. "Pick something that you think will please me."
"alright" you said with a smile, looking at the beautiful selection of lingerie. You wondered which one would he liked.
"Take your time, sweetheart." He sat back down in his chair, watching you with a predatory glint in his eye. "I'll be right here when you're ready."
You nodded then took the selection of lingerie in the bathroom to try them on and see what looks best before letting Leon see.
looking at the lingeries carefully, you chose the black lingerie set with a dark red lace, you put it on with the silk robe.
"You look stunning." The words slipped from his lips as soon as you emerged from the bathroom, his gaze sweeping over your body appreciatively. "That black lace set off your eyes beautifully." His voice was low, warm and seductive.
"Too bad I have bruises, would be nice if I didn't have any dark spots around my body.." you murmured insecurely.
"You're perfect just the way you are." Leon's tone was firm, leaving no room for argument. "And those bruises only add to your allure." He stood up from his chair and slowly circled around you, taking in every inch of your body.
"Really?" You replied, looking into his eyes to see if he was sincere.
"Yes, really." His voice was soft yet commanding, making it clear that he meant every word. "Now, come here." He extended a hand towards you, his expression a mix of desire and possession. "Let's see if I can make you forget about those bruises."
You took his hand, confused of what he meant. His dark eyes locked onto yours as he led you over to a chair. "Sit down," he commanded, his voice low and resonant. You obeyed without hesitation, your heart pounding in your chest. As you sat down, Leon leaned in close, his gaze never leaving yours.
"So what do you have in mind?" Your gaze following him, curious of what he planned on doing.
"It's simple, actually." His voice was low and seductive, sending shivers down your spine. "I'm going to make love to you. And I have a feeling that once we're done, you'll forget all about your bruises."
He leaned even closer, his warm breath tickling your ear. "I plan on making sure you don't think about anything else but me."
"I will agree to that if you'll love me forever." You replied, hoping he wouldn't be like those other guys that played with your feelings before.
"Oh, darling," he purred, his hand running softly over your cheek. "I will love you forever." He leaned in and kissed you, his tongue demanding entry into your mouth.
You kissed him back, putting your arms around his neck. And as your tongues danced, his other hand found its way down your spine, pressing against the soft flesh of your lower back. His body was hard against yours, an unyielding promise of possession.
As you moaned against his lips, he broke the kiss, his dark eyes searching yours. "You do want this," he whispered, his voice low and seductive. "You want me."
"No, I need you, I need you so badly.." You said softly as you ran your fingers through his hair.
His smile was predatory, yet tender as he heard your confession. "Then consider yourself needed," he breathed, his hand sliding lower still, teasing the hem of your lacy bra "Because I need you too, my love."
"I just wore this lingerie and you already want it off?" I chuckled, tilting your head slightly to the side as you waited for his reply.
"Oh, I want it off," he agreed, his fingers tracing along the lace of your bra, "But I think I'd prefer it to stay on for a little longer."
You then gently pushed him away so you could get up from the chair. Walking towards the bed, he followed closely behind, his hands tracing along your body possessively. "On the bed?" He asked, a growl rumbling in his chest as he stood over you, the muscles in his arms tense with barely contained desire.
"mhm, can you sit on the bed for me?" You requested. Planning on doing something for him
"You're a dangerous game, but one I'm more than happy to play." He sat down next to you on the edge of the bed, his gaze never leaving yours as he slowly trailed his hand up your leg, stopping just shy of the lace hem of your thong.
His dark eyes watched as you straddled him, your body grinding against him in a rhythmic motion. His hands found their way to your hips, holding you closer as he moaned against your ear. "God, you're going to drive me crazy."
You smirked as you kissed his neck, leaving hickeys.
You like that, don't you?" he growled into your ear, his hands moving up to hold your waist. "You like being in control."
"Oh I like being in control and being controlled" you confessed.
That's my girl. Now, how about you let me take control for a while?" He grabbed your thong and pulled it gently, forcing you to part your legs slightly. His finger traced along your drenched slit before dipping inside, searching for your entrance.
Teasing and probing until you were soaked in need. "You're ready for me," he murmured, his other hand moving to cup one of your breasts. "And I'm more than ready for you."
With a low, predatory chuckle, Leon leaned in and kissed your neck once more, his finger finally pushing past your tight entrance and into your core.
With a slow, sensual grind against your hip, Leon teased and taunted, refusing to enter you fully. His finger continued to probe and stretch you while his other hand massaged and squeezed your breast. "You want me?" he purred against your skin.
"Mhm, Please.." You plead, begging for pleasure as you lifted your self slightly.
"Very well," he whispered, pulling back slightly before positioning himself at your entrance. He pushed forward, filling you with one thick, hard inch of his length. The sensation was both exquisite and overwhelming, causing you to gasp and clutch at his shoulders.
You whimpered as you grinded on him. "Such a responsive little thing," he groaned, his hips starting to move in a slow, sensual rhythm. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, while his free hand roamed over your body, exploring every inch of skin he could reach.
Leon chuckled darkly against your skin, his hips starting to move in time with yours. His grip on your hips tightened as he took control of the pace, grinding their hips together in a lewd dance. "That's it,"
"Feel free to make as much noise as you want," he breathed against your ear, his voice low and husky. "I'll make sure no one hears." His thrusts grew deeper, harder, matching the intensity of your moans and whimpers.
"Leon..." You panted his name out between moans, your body moving in tandem with his. He felt incredible, and you couldn't help but want more. Your nails dug into his shoulders as you arched your back, pressing your hips against his. "Oh god,"
Leon let out a low, primal growl as you squirted around him, his thrusts becoming even more frenzied. He felt the heat of your body and the sweet nectar on his skin, and it only fueled his desire.
"Such a good girl." he murmured, his voice thick with lust. His hands moved to your hips, holding you still as he took you harder and faster. "You're so beautiful when you come apart like this."
You whimpered even more as he pounded in you. Tears forming around your eyes as your cunt becoming oversensitive.
Leon's thrusts didn't stop, even as he felt you tremble and whimper. He loved the way you responded to him, the way your body seemed to crave his. His hands moved up to grip your shoulders, holding you in place as he took what he wanted.
"W-wait it's too much I-i..," you moaned, your breath becoming more shakily.
"Too much?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. His hips bucked against yours, his cock hitting your G-spot again and again. "You think I'm going to stop now?" He leaned down, his teeth grazing your neck as he nipped gently. "Tell me... who do you belong to?" His other hand slid down to cup your sex, his thumb rubbing against your clit.
"to y-you..." You murmured in-between moans
"That's right. You belong to me." His hips bucked again, his thick cock sliding in and out of your soaked pussy. He felt your walls clenching and releasing around him, and it only made the pleasure more intense.
You soon came again, trembling even more as you felt the pleasure shook you.
"I'm not done yet, sweetheart" His hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you still as he thrust into you harder and faster, feeling the walls of your pussy clenching around him.
You cried as you held on to him. "Shh... it's alright." Leon groaned out, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. He buried his face in your neck, his cock still throbbing inside you. "We're not done yet."
You panted heavily, your legs still trembling from the orgasm
Leon pulled out of you, lifting you up and laid you on the bed gently before getting on top of you, his cock still hard and leaking pre-cum. He spread your legs wide, revealing your wet and swollen pussy to him. "I want to taste you again."
You looked away shyly. "Look at me," Leon commanded softly, his gaze locked onto yours. He leaned down, his tongue sweeping across your sensitive folds, tasting you on his tongue. One of his hands slid between your legs, spreading you further as he teased your entrance with his thumb.
You bucked your hips from overstimulation. Leon chuckled darkly, his tongue darting out to lick you again. "You're so responsive," he murmured, his hands moving to cup your breasts as he continued to tease your entrance.
"it's s-so sensitive and w-wet mmh~" you purred. Running your fingers on his hair.
"I know," he breathed against your sensitive skin, his roughened tongue delving deeper into your folds. His fingers teased your nipples, rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers, sending shivers down your spine. "You taste so good."
You tried moving away from him, embarrassed to cum all over his face. His hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you in place. His tongue continued to lap at your pussy, driving you mad with need. "Now, now," he growled lowly, his voice vibrating against your skin. "You're not going anywhere." he growled, his other hand sliding down to rub against your clit.
You whimpered as you felt myself getting closer to climax. His tongue darted out to taste you again, his hand moving to grip your thigh as he pushed you closer to the edge of your next orgasm. His other hand still played with your clit, teasing and tormenting you. "Come for me,"
Your back arching as you came for him, your legs struggling on keeping it spread open.
A low, predatory growl rumbled in his chest as you came, your body shuddering beneath him. He held you close, his roughened tongue lapping up every drop of your sweet nectar as he let out a long, slow groan. "Fuck," You grinded on his face as he lapped up your juices.
"That's it," he purred, his hands moving to grip your hips tighter. He continued to lap at your sensitive folds, groaning lowly as he did so. He was going to savor this taste for a long time.
With one swift motion, he lifted himself off you, causing you to pant heavily from the loss of contact.
You must be exhausted," he murmured, running a soothing hand over your stomach. He leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. "Try to get some rest."
"Aren't you?..." You said wearily, looking at him with sleepy eyes.
"Not quite," he chuckled softly, his dark eyes glinting with amusement. "But I'll manage." He pulled the covers up over you and tucked you in, his large hand resting on your stomach comfortingly. "Sleep tight, my love,"
You smiled softly, watching as he sat down on a nearby chair, assuring you that he'd be there if you needed him. And as the hours passed by, you suddenly woke up from a nightmare.
Leon's looks at you, focusing all his attention to you, his chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm. "What's wrong, love?"
"I dreamt of when I was at a dangerous mission again.. It was full of those horrifying bioweapons." You hugged Leon tightly.
Leon wrapped his strong arms around you, pulling you close to him. He pressed his chiseled chest against you, feeling your heart race against his. "Shh, it's just a dream. You're safe now."
"I don't want to experience being in that mission again..." You looked at Leon with tearful eyes.
Leon took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. He knew that you were scared and vulnerable, but he also knew that he couldn't let you go through this on your own. He pulled away slightly, looking directly into your tearful eyes.
"much worse, what if I lose you?" You cried. Fearing what might happen in the future.
He narrowed his eyes, the sudden protective instincts flaring up inside him. "You're not going to lose me, love. Not ever." His other hand came to rest on your leg.
He could feel your trembling, and he hated it. He ran a soothing hand over your back, trying to comfort you. "Shh, it's alright. You're safe here with me."
You sobbed as you tried to calm myself down. "Please don't leave me...." You closed your eyes, still holding on to Leon.
Leon couldn't stand the thought of you being scared or alone. His other hand cupped your cheek, forcing you to look at him. "I'm not going anywhere, love."
"I promise." Leon vowed solemnly, looking straight into your tear-filled eyes. "I'll always be here for you, no matter what." He rubbed his thumbs gently over your cheeks, trying to dry your tears.
"please sleep with me? I know you've been awake the entire time I was asleep. You should also get some rest.." You slowly calmed down.
Leon could feel himself starting to grow tired as well. It had been a long night for both of them. He nodded gently, his lips brushing against your forehead in a soft kiss. "Of course, my love. Let's get some rest."
You smiled faintly, lying your head on the pillow again, then cuddling with Leon until you both fell asleep.
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-Timeskip-
(Three days later)
Leon woke up to the sound of the alarm clock buzzing on the nightstand. He groaned softly, his muscles aching from the long night of love-making with you. He slowly opened his eyes, taking in the sight of you curled up next to him.
You slowly stirred, waking up from the sound of the alarm clock. And when you woke up, Leon couldn't help but smile softly. His hand gently caressed your cheek, brushing away any lingering sleep from your eyes. "Morning, my love," he whispered, his voice hoarse from lack of sleep.
"Morning, did you get enough sleep?" You held his hand that was on your cheek.
"As much as I could with you in my arms," he replied, his dark eyes twinkling with amusement and affection. "How about you?" He leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.
"It was alright but I still want to cuddle with you.." you looked at him with puppy eyes, wanting more time to cuddle.
"Well, I wouldn't mind a little more cuddling," he admitted, his voice deep and soothing. He scooped you back into his arms, holding you close against his strong chest.
"We still have a few hours before we need to go," he mentioned, his deep voice vibrating gently against your skin as he spoke. "I'd be more than happy to show you around, love."
"let's go later then" you said with a smile, excited to go around his mansion. After all, you haven't seen the interior or exterior of the mansion, only his room. Not to mention, you were newly brought to his mansion unconsciously and only been in his room ever since.
"Sounds like a plan, my love. I'll have the staff prepare everything for us." He gently kissed your forehead before setting you down on the bed. "Why don't you rest a bit more while I go over some paperwork?"
"Alright, but don't overwork yourself okay?" You worried, knowing he didn't get much sleep last night because of work, it would be hard for him to focus on the paperwork. Usually you were the one who doesn't get much sleep because of work or you simply just want to stay awake, guarding him in the office to make sure he was safe. But now he wants to do the same for you.
"I'll try not to," he promised, his dark eyes studying you for a moment longer before he finally turned away and left the room, his footsteps silent on the plush carpet. The door closed behind him with a soft click, leaving you alone once more in the opulent suite.
You sighed, covering yourself with a blanket again, preparing to get more rest until you noticed the bedside drawer open. You stood up to close it until you noticed something inside.
A remote control. You pressed a button out of curiosity, hearing a vibration. You looked to see where it came from then saw a vibrator hidden in the drawer, you pretended like you didn't see it. Hoping Leon wasn't watching you from the CCTV
Unbeknownst to you, Leon had indeed been watching you ever since he left the room. His smirk grew as he watched your reaction on the monitor.
"I'm just gonna pretend it was nothing.. it's just my imagination mhm.." you then went back to bed to get more rest.
Leon watched you from the surveillance camera, smirking at your attempts to play it cool. He had always found your attempts at innocence endearing, and he took great pleasure in pushing your boundaries.
You struggled getting more rest without Leon so you used your phone for a bit. Yes, he trusts you with your phone, he knows you ain't going anywhere anyway.
Leon continued to observe you from the monitor, his dark eyes trailing over your every move. He couldn't help but wonder what kind of man had captured your heart before him. It didn't matter now, they were all gone, and he was here to stay.
He did his paperwork as you used your phone to pass time. He would look at the monitor time to time to check on you.
Two hours later, as you were scrolling through your phone, accidentally coming across a website from twitter, showing a man fingering his girlfriend. You couldn't help but feel wet when you saw it.
You closed the app, trying to just forget about it and wait for Leon. And as time passes, you just couldn't stop thinking about him touching you. His fingers, his voice. You craved for it.
"Hey, I'm back," he replied, stepping back into the room with a smile. He leaned down and kissed you gently on the forehead.
"I missed you~!" You replied in a cheerful tone, relieved that he was back from doing paperworks.
"I missed you too," he replied, his voice softening. "I hope you're feeling better today." He took a seat next to you on the bed and gently brushed your hair away from your face.
"My body still hurts slightly but it's alright." You assured, sitting on his lap to hug him.
"Well, I can help with that," he said with a wicked grin. "You know how much I love seeing you respond to my touch." He leaned in close and whispered in your ear. "I have something special planned for us today."
"what is it?" Your curiosity grew, wondering what he had planned for you.
He chuckled softly, his warm breath tickling your ear. "Now, now, sweetheart. That's for me to know and you to find out." His hand trailed down your arm, brushing against your skin lightly. "
"aww, guess I'll have to wait" quite disappointed that you had to wait.
"That's right," he replied, a mischievous glint in his eye. "And trust me, it will be worth the wait." He leaned in closer, his lips grazing against your cheek as he trailed down to your neck.
You giggled then smirked "Ooh really?"
"Mmmhmm," he hummed, his teeth grazing your skin lightly. "You're going to love it." He leaned back, looking at you with those intense eyes that always seemed to hold secrets. "Now, get dressed, my love."
He then watched as you stood up and began to dress, a knowing smile on his face. "I can't wait to see how much you enjoy this," he murmured to himself.
"Do you like this dress?" You showed him the short fitted halter dress that you're wearing.
Leon nodded appreciatively, a lustful gleam in his eyes. "It looks perfect on you, my love," he purred, reaching out to adjust the strap of your dress. "Now come along."
Leon led you to the dining room, his hand resting lightly on your lower back. The room was elegantly decorated with candles flickering softly on the table and a delicious smell wafting through the air.
He chuckled softly, his eyes never leaving your face. "For you, my love." He pulled out your chair and watched as you took a seat before sitting down across from you, his gaze lingering on your curves.
"well thank you, I haven't experienced anything like this before, but I'm glad to experience this with you now." You smiled softly, thankful for his kind actions. It even made you forget that you were kidnapped by the handsome man that was sitting Infront of you. But can you call it kidnapping if you wanted it? You dreamt of it but didn't expect it to become true.
"You're welcome, my dear." He leaned forward slightly, his elbows resting on the table. "Now then, shall we eat?" He asked with a smirk, his eyes never leaving your face.
"Well, I am feeling quite hungry now." You replied, smelling the wonderful aroma. It smelled familiar but you forgot what it was.
He nodded, watching as a servant brought over a plate of steaming food. "It's my favorite," he murmured, his voice low and seductive. "I hope you enjoy it as much as I do."
"I'm sure I'll enjoy it." You assured. You weren't a picky eater and the food that was served is actually the kind that you'd usually like.
Leon smirked, his eyes never leaving your face. "I'm glad to hear that, my love." He picked up his fork and took a bite of the food, savoring the taste before looking at you again.
You thanked the servant before picking up a fork and having a small taste before eating it. It felt like home when you tasted it.
"You make everything look so graceful, even eating." He purred, his eyes taking in every movement of your body. "I could watch you all day."
You chuckled at his compliment. "Am I that irresistible?"
You had a small chat with Leon as you both ate your food, just like how you both did when you worked at his office. And as soon as you two were done eating, you let the servants take your plates away, thanking them for the delicious meal.
"Excellent taste," he remarked as he leaned back in his chair. "Now, shall we retire to somewhere more...private?" His voice was soft, almost velvety, as he looked at you with those intense eyes.
"Lead the way, handsome." You stood up from your chair and walked towards Leon with a mischievous smirk.
With a smirk, Leon stood up from his chair and offered you his hand. "Let's go then," he purred, leading you towards one of the many doors in the room. As they closed behind them, he pulled you close against him, his strong arms wrapping around your waist possessively.
"My dearest love, we have so much catching up to do." His lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. His hands slid down to grasp your hips possessively, pulling you closer still.
You giggled as you wrapped your arms around his neck. And with a soft chuckle, he leaned in to capture your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. His free hand roamed up your back, drawing circles on your skin as he explored every inch of you.
You then dragged your lips down to his neck, leaving hickeys.
He moaned softly, his breath catching in his throat as you left a mark on his neck. His hands slipped from your hips to grasp your hair, pulling you closer still. "So possessive," he murmured against your lips. "I love it."
He released you from his hold, his eyes burning with hunger as he watched you slowly lift your dress. "So beautiful," he breathed, reaching out to trace the curve of your hip with his finger. "I could spend hours worshiping every inch of you."
You chuckled as you lifted your dress but letting it drape on the center to cover your wet pussy, not to mention you weren't wearing anything underneath.
His breath hitched at the sight of you, your curves on full display for him. "You are teasing me," he growled, his voice dark with lust. "I should punish you for that."
"Punish me? Have I been a bad girl Leon?.." You purred as you looked at him with bed eyes. You planned on teasing him to your control but you might've just regretted doing that.
"Oh, you have been a very bad girl," he replied, his eyes glinting with mischief. "But I think I can find ways to discipline you that won't be too painful." He stepped closer, his hardness pressing against your stomach through their clothes.
You let go of your dress, making it drape down again while stepping away from Leon.
Leon's eyes followed the movement of your dress, his heart racing in anticipation. "You're playing with fire," he warned softly. "Don't think I won't take what I want. Now, where do you think you're going?" he purred, grabbing your arm and pulling you back against his chest. His other hand slid down to cup your ass possessively. "I think it's time we continued our little conversation about punishments."
"Probably not the right time, don't you think?" You said as you got cornered. feeling the cold wall against your back and his hand on your ass.
"Oh, but now is the perfect time," he whispered against your ear, his voice heavy with desire. "You're mine to discipline, remember? And I intend to do it thoroughly."
"But I don't like being punished.." you said in a whiny manner.
"Oh, but I love giving punishments," he said, his voice low and gravelly. "It only makes me want you more. Besides," he added with a smirk, "it's not like I'll truly hurt you.
"But I would be trembling and won't be able to walk straight afterwards" you complained, placing your hands on his chest
"And that's exactly what I want, It makes me want to fuck you harder." he growled, his grip on your arm tightening. "I want you to know who's in charge here. Now, are you going to continue being difficult or are you going to submit to me?" he murmured, his hand sliding down to caress your thigh. "Or maybe I'll make you beg for release before we even get to that point." His eyes glinted as he leaned in, his voice dripping with seduction.
"That's not fair..." You pouted at him before looking away with a deceiving sulky look.
"Life isn't fair, my love," he purred, pressing his hips against your backside suggestively. "But I promise to make it more than worth it for you. Now, what's it going to be?"
You looked down, biting your lips as you rubbed your legs together.
"Ah, there you go," he murmured, his fingers finding the hem of your dress and pushing it up slowly. "Now that's more like it." His other hand slid beneath the fabric to cup your bare ass again, squeezing gently. You let out a gasp as you felt his touch.
"You like that?" he purred, his lips brushing against your earlobe. "Just imagine what I could do with my tongue in that pretty little mouth of yours." His fingers trailed up your spine, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin.
"So beautiful.." he murmured, as he untied the fabric strap of your halter dress, making it drop on the floor. You were left standing there in nothing, exposed and vulnerable before him. His other hand left your ass to slide up between your legs, his fingers finding the damp heat of your core. "So wet for me already..."
Your legs trembled slightly as you felt him teasing you, moans leaving your mouth from the pleasure.
His fingers circling your entrance teasingly. "You're mine to punish and pleasure however I see fit." He leaned in close again, his lips brushing against yours as he whispered those words.
You whimpered, closing your eyes shut.
"You're making this harder than it needs to be," he warned softly before giving a swift smack on your ass. His other hand left your core to slap against your wetness teasingly. "But I can play rough if that's what you want."
You trembled as he slapped your pussy, closing your legs from sensitivity.
His eyes narrowed when you tried to close your legs, but he wasn't about to let that deter him. Instead, he gave another smack to your ass, harder this time, making you yelp in surprise. "Behave yourself,"
"or I'll spank you even harder." His hand slid between your legs again, two fingers slipping into your entrance slowly, stretching you as he began to thrust. "You're so fucking needy, want me to make that pretty cunt of yours squirt?"
You nodded, unable to answer because of your whimpers as he thrusted his fingers in you.
Your moans only made him more determined. He pulled his fingers out and smacked your ass hard, making you yelp again. "I thought I told you to behave, sweetheart."
Leon chuckled darkly, his cock twitching in anticipation. "I think you need some more discipline." He grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head, holding them there with one hand while the other trailed down between your legs again.
"N-no-.." you stuttered, struggling to keep your balance.
"No? You're just going to beg for it, aren't you?" He gave your pussy a quick slap, making you cry out. "I think I need to show you who's in charge here."
You looked away, struggling to remove your hands from his tight grip. "You're such a brat." He growled, pulling your wrists harder. His free hand continued to thrust his fingers into you roughly. "I think this will teach you some manners."
You bit your lips to hide your moans but end up failing from such pleasure.
Leon smirked, his fingers finding your G-spot with ease. "See? This is what happens when you resist me." He picked up the pace, his thumb rubbing against your clit in a circular motion as his fingers thrust deeper inside you.
You tossed your head back, eyes rolling back as you grinded on his fingers.
"Oh, you like that, don't you?" He purred, watching as you rode his hand. "You're such a little slut." His degradation only making your pussy wetter.
Leon leaned down, pinching your clit and driving your hips higher. "Come for me then slut."
You moaned shakingly as you shook from him pinching your clit.
He didn't wait any longer, thrusting his fingers in and out of your tight pussy faster, his thumb now rubbing your clit vigorously. "squirt for me," he growled into your ear.
His thrusts soon become sloppy until you squirted on his fingers, but he didn't seem to stop.
Leon groaned as you squirted on his fingers, the taste of your nectar only making him want more. He continued to thrust his fingers in and out of your pussy, his thumb rubbing your clit in circles. "That's it, keep cumming for me."
"F-fuck~! Ahh~!" You squirted even more as he thrusted his fingers in you faster, your legs trembling.
Your cries of pleasure filled the room as you squirted uncontrollably, the wall drenched in your juices. He picked up the pace, his thumb rubbing your clit with brutal intensity. "Come for me, my slut"
"St-stopp~.... Haaa~..." Your juices still gushing out of your cunt
Leon continued to thrust his fingers into you, his thumb rubbing your clit harder than ever. "Don't forget who's in charge sweetheart," he growled, feeling the walls of your pussy tighten around his fingers. He couldn't get enough of the way you squirted and moaned for him.
"P-please... It's too much- Ahh~!" You squirted harder again, struggling to remove your hands from his grip
Leon smirked as he felt you squirm under his touch. "You want me to stop?" He asked, his voice low and dangerous. His thumb pressed harder against your clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. "I'm not sure I can oblige." He pulled his fingers out of you, leaving a wet trail behind, and moved them to his mouth. "You taste so fucking good."
You whimpered, as you struggled to keep your balance, closing your legs.
His chuckle was dark as he watched your reactions. His voice low and dangerous when he spoke, "You don't think I can resist tasting all of that sweet nectar?"
You panted, trying to remove your wrist from his grip again.
"Oh, don't worry, I'll make sure you're nice and clean afterward." He pressed his lips against your neck, his teeth grazing your skin softly. "Now open your legs for me."
"I can't-.." you panted. You were overstimulated and close to fainting at this point.
"You can, and you will." His voice was stern now, his grip tightening slightly. "Or shall I make it easier for you?" He asked with a smirk before giving your clit a light pinch.
"Ahh~!" You moaned, forcing you to spread your legs but not wide enough for him.
"See? It's not so hard to obey when you know what I'm capable of." His words were like a low growl in your ear as he released your wrists and knelt down to pull your legs apart, spreading them wider.
"What are you doing-.." you murmured, leaning against the wall.
"I'm going to make you squirt even more for me, sweetheart." He answered with a predatory smile as he ran his tongue up the inside of your thigh, licking at the wetness that had pool between your legs.
You toss your head back as you felt his warm tongue on your cunt, your back feeling the cold wall as he put your legs around his shoulders, making you ride his face as he pinned you against the wall.
You're a wild one, aren't you? His rough growl filled the air as he continued to lap at your pussy, bringing you to another climax. "Squirt for me, darling. Let me feel your release." He murmured against your slick folds, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he took your offering.
You soon came, feeling your pussy throb and overstimulate even more. "Mmm, that's it. Give it all to me." You felt his strong hands on your hips, holding you in place as you rode his face. His tongue delved deeper into your wetness, and his thumb pressed against your clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body.
You grinded on his face as you trembled. "That's it, darling. Let go and give in to the pleasure." He growled against your pussy, his tongue flicking against your sensitive nub as he continued to lap at your juices.
"Please take me in bed... I won't be able to stand up properly.." you pleaded, looking at him with teary eyes.
"Very well then, let's do this on the bed." He chuckled, his words echoing off the walls. With a final groan, he pulled away from your quivering folds and stood up straight, holding you against the wall.
You put your arms around him as you let him carry you. "Mmm, you're so soft and warm in my arms." He whispered as he carried you to the bed, he gently laid you down on the bed and crawled over top of you, "Now shall I continue making that pretty cunt of yours squirt?"
I looked away, nodding shyly. He was in control, you couldn't do much even if you were an agent before. He was much stronger than you.
"Good girl." He whispered as he kissed your neck and began to trail kisses downwards, stopping at your breasts. His tongue circled your nipple before he took it into his mouth, sucking on it hard.
"Ah, so you do like that." He grinned, his teeth gleaming in the dim light. His free hand traced circles around your other nipple, causing it to harden and ache for attention.
You whimpered and squirmed against him as he played with your tits.
"Patience, my love." He growled into your ear as he continued to tease your sensitive nipples with his tongue and fingers, gradually heightening the pleasure until you were squirming uncontrollably beneath him.
"Now," he whispered huskily as he trailed kisses down your stomach towards your wetness, "are you ready for more?" His fingers slowly eased apart your folds, teasingly close to his target but not quite there yet.
"Please, let me pleasure you instead..." You offered.
"Oh, sweetheart," he murmured against your folds before finally pressing his tongue against your clit, flicking it expertly, "I think it's more fair that I pleasure you. You assisted and taken care of me for 2 years, why not let me do the same for you now?."
He chuckled softly against your sensitive flesh, his tongue delving deeper into your folds as he lapped at your nectar like a starved man. His fingers found their way inside you, curling and stretching to fit just right.
"Ngh-.. Please?" You looked at him with convincing doe eyes. It didn't even matter anymore if it was unfair.
"Alright, my love." He whispered as he pulled his fingers out of you, coating them in your sweet honey. Then, with a swift motion, he positioned his rock-hard length at your entrance and thrust in deeply.
You hissed as you felt his length in your tight cunt, wrapping your arms around his neck before leaning in to kiss him.
Leon groaned into the kiss, his hips meeting yours in a rhythmic motion as he began to thrust deeper and harder inside you.
You then used the combat technique that you used before to flip the opponent to the ground so you'd be on top instead. And now you were ontop of Leon.
"Using your combat techniques on me huh?" He gasped as you sat on his lap, your legs wrapped around his waist. He pulled out of you slowly, then plunged back in with force.
you chuckled as you ran your hands on his chest. "Maybe?" your tone hinting mischief
His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, a wicked grin spread across his face. He pulled you closer and bit your neck gently, "Oh, I love it when you're playful." His thrusts became faster and harder as he took control of the situation once again.
Your moans echoing in the room as he pounded in you. Even though you were on top of him, it didn't really mean you'd be in control.
He smirked at you, a playful glint in his eyes. "You know, my love, I'm starting to like this position a little too much." He growled out before grabbing your hips, taking you even deeper.
Your moans turning into whimpers as the pleasure intensified.
"I knew you'd enjoy it." He growled, his voice deep and full of satisfaction. "I always know what you need, my love." His thrusts became even more powerful, driving deeper and harder into you with each stroke.
You moaned while bouncing on his cock, cupping one of your breasts.
Leon grunted in pleasure as you continued to ride him, his fingers digging into your hips to hold you in place. "That's it," he groaned, "take what you want from me."
"I love you Leon.." you moaned out, hugging him as he fucks you.
"I love you too, my precious." He gasped out between moans as his hips bucked up to meet your downward thrusts. The headboard slammed against the wall with each powerful stroke, echoing through the room.
His growl turned into a passionate moan as he kissed you, his hands roaming over your skin. With one hand, he gripped your thigh and held it tight as he drove deeper into you. "you know, it's not just you who knows combat."
"I've been training my body for combat as well, to protect and please you in every way possible." He pulled out and slammed back into you with a rough force that made you gasp.
"Show me some of your combat techniques then." You said, still keeping a seductive tone as you trembled from the pleasure.
"As you wish, my love." He grinned wickedly before grabbing your hips tightly and pulling you off him. You felt a cold chill run down your spine as he flipped you over onto your stomach, pinning you beneath him.
"Don't worry, this won't hurt." He assured you with a chuckle before wrapping the red rope around your wrists, binding them together behind your back. "Now, let's see how well you can handle being taken from behind."
His voice was a deep rumble that vibrated against your back. "I won't stop until I hear you beg for mercy, my love." His hands gripped your waist tightly, holding you in place as he slid his hard length back into you with a groan.
You moaned loudly, writhing beneath him as his thick cock hit your g-spot. Leon groaned, feeling the pleasure coursing through his veins. His hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you in place as he pounded into you without mercy. His thick shaft filled you completely, stretching your walls.
The pleasure was too much for you, your eyes rolled back as he continued to pound into you without mercy, his heart thundering in his chest with the force of his lust. He growled deeply, his teeth clenched as he felt his climax approaching.
"Cum for me, my love." He groaned, thrusting harder and faster as he felt his own orgasm building up inside him. His cock pounded relentlessly against your g-spot, driving you closer to the edge with each powerful stroke.
You cried out his name as you felt yourself cumming hard around him. Your walls tightened around his shaft, milking him of every last drop of his seed. He groaned deeply in response, feeling the hot liquid coating your insides as he finally released himself into you.
"L-leon.." You moaned as you felt your mixed liquids gush out of your pussy.
"Shh, my love. Just enjoy it." He whispered against your neck as he withdrew from you, his still-hard cock slipping out with a wet, sticky sound.
"Now that wasn't so hard, now was it?" he smirked, his expression turning dark and possessive once again. As you lay panting beneath him, he reached down and gently caress your thighs.
"N-no.." you mumbled as you rest your head down on the pillow, struggling slightly from your hands tied behind your back.
"Good girl." He purred, leaning in to place a soft kiss on your shoulder before pulling back slightly. His hand trailed up your leg until it reached the knot securing your wrists together behind your back.
You squirm slightly, embarrassed to let him see your cunt dripping with creamy juices on full display.
"Shh, don't be ashamed." He whispered against your neck, brushing his lips lightly against your ear. His hand moved from your leg to cup your cunt, gently rubbing the sticky juices between his fingers.
You whimpered, lifting your ass slighty from contact.
He couldn't help but smirk at your reaction. "Such a good girl." He purred, continuing to rub your cunt gently with his fingers. "Do you want more?" He asked, looking down at you expectantly.
You nodded "Yes.. Please, let me suck your cock.."
"So polite, my love." He smirked, pulling away from you just enough to untie the knots binding your wrists.
when you were untied, you sat up, turning to look at Leon with a pleading look. You watched as he stood up from the bed then sat on the nearby chair, gesturing you to follow and sit on the floor to suck him off.
Your eager expression was enough for him to know that you were ready for him. "suck it, then. Without touching yourself." He commanded, his voice hoarse with desire.
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Gardenia - Josh Futturman x M!Reader
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Description: Being Josh's childhood friend, you never would have expected to see him appear by your doorstep after a month of radio silence. Though, in this particular visit, he's desperate to air out his true feelings before traveling through time. Unknowing if he'll ever come back to see you again.
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Media: Future Man!Show
Character: Josh Futturman
Tags: Friends to Lovers, Established Relationship, Childhood Friends, Catching Up, Confessions, Light Angst to Fluff, Kissing, Romantic, Comfort, Sweet Stuff
Warnings: Arguing (+ about Josh ghosting reader), Foul Language, Mental Breakdown/Depression Mentions
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Dread twisted in your stomach like rusted wire, and your constant stirring on your mattress was robbing you of any justice of getting any variant of rest. Your eyes grew heavy, dangerously puffy from expelling your grief several dark hours ago. Though, it had only felt like seconds to you. Your thoughts raced like a wild flock of puzzled birds, breath hitching along with it as you slowly fell into decay.
Your gaze was fixed to your glowing digital screen, eyes fixed on your messages with your old friend, Josh Futturman. It had been weeks of endless radio silence, along with your desperate texts. You were more worried than upset if anything. You went to his house to drop off a game you had finished, but his parents said he wasn't there. Along with all the other days you had made excuses to stand at his doorstep.
His parents weren't liars, and they wouldn't deny you. They knew Josh and you were close. You even remembered Diane saying you were helping him in ways they had struggled to for years. Your lip quivered, so why would he leave?
You two only argued once during a blue moon, you shared so much in common and you swore every second was sincere with him. It had always been him, and it had always been you. Ever since you were kids you were inseparable, to the point others figured you were his boyfriend due to how close you were. It was ridiculous.
Yet, here you were, hunched over and dry with internal pain, thoughts still clinging onto the thought of Josh. You were starved to see him again. He understood everything about you, even with the design of your mind being incredibly complicated. Had you done something wrong? Had you offended him? Had he grown tired of you? Did he even like you?
Then, you heard your doorbell. The familiar tune caught you off guard, but it had made you fix up your wrecked expression promptly and sluggishly fix your clothes. You raced downstairs while catching your breath. You were too out of it to care who it was, but you weren't stupid enough to open it at random. You rested your forehead against the door, "Who is it?" you asked weakly.
"Josh," a familiar voice answered. Muffled, and seemingly distressed as well. You jolted up and needily worked your hands to unlock the door. Your face was brimmed with shock. It was him, but covered in bruises and sweat. His curls were lazy and messy, his eyes were wide and his chest was rising and falling rapidly. Still, his gentle tone made you weak, relieved. But also incredibly angry. "Hey." He said, "Long time no see?"
You struggled to collect your thoughts. "Yeah." Your eyes narrowed, "Do you want to come inside?"
"Please." Josh stated. You didn't say anything, and gestured for him to walk toward. As soon as you shut the door, he immediately opened his mouth and began rambling, "Look, I'm—, I'm so sorry I didn't talk to you." His eyes met yours, "Trust me, I didn't mean to leave you for so long." Josh stammered, "I was just, so wrapped up in something. And, I wanted to talk to you, but I couldn't, please, I didn't–"
You sucked your teeth, "Where were you Josh?"
"I–" his hands landed heavily at his sides, his face slightly appalled at himself. As if he were a dumbfounded audience. "I can't tell you."
"Why not?" You grew agitated, spilling out your gallons of binded frustration. "Why did you ghost me for over a month? Where . . . Where were you?" You breathed heavily, "I thought you hated me, or something terrible happened to you. God, your parents didn't even know where you were!"
Josh choked out a cry, "You don't understand. I didn't want to hurt you,"
"But you did!" You interrupted. "Josh, why did you leave? What happened?"
"I can't fucking tell you!" Josh shouted. "You wouldn't understand. It's too complicated!" You grabbed him by the shoulder before he could turn around, "No, I don't think you understand. How could you just go with no explanation? You look terrible. What are you running away from?"
"I'm sorry, I can't tell you." Josh winced, "I'm sorry, okay? Please, I had no choice. I didn't mean to leave you. I didn't do it because I hated you or anything like that, okay?" His breaths were unraveling, "Do you know how much I care about you? You know me. You're my best friend," a low whimper escaped your lips as you stated at him. The tension shifted, and you both gazed at each other longingly. "I love you."
"Josh." You released your grip. "Please, I, don't have much time. I love you, so much. I would never, ever, hurt you." His hands found your face, "I need you to know this." Something grew in your chest, and you brought your head forward. "I love you too."
You don't know who fell first, but you felt relieved once Josh kissed you. His hands scavenged across your back, and you dug your fingers into his hair. He hummed, body relaxing at the feel of you. Once his palm found its way under your shirt, you both collapsed onto your couch.
You were both crosslegged and smothered in each other, skin blazing as your love untangled. His hands found your sides and you were eagerly grabbing his collar to pull him closer. You swear you could see stars once he pulled away, trying to catch his breath. Josh held you close, face still red from the passion you had inflicted just a few seconds ago.
"Hey, I'm sorry." You whispered.
"For what?"
"For getting so angry." You frowned, "I shouldn't have gotten so pissed at something personal happening to you."
Josh cupped your face. You swore you could drown in his eyes, "Don't say that. You deserve to be mad at me, I left you. And it's okay, just . . . stay here with me." You cuddled up next to him with a sleepy exhale, smiling softly. "Stay."
Josh whispered, "I promise I'll make it up to you. In any way I can,"
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