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tired-biscuit · 2 years

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Birthday Boy

Pairing: Naruto Uzumaki/fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI established relationship, age gap, unprotected shower sex, breeding kink, cum kink (?), domestic comfort. hokage!naruto.

Word count: 8.8k

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“I’m sorry, honey.”

IT’S the first thing Naruto says when he comes home late. Again.

Still half-asleep at the dining table, it’s hard to hide your disappointment when you lift your head to look up at your now seemingly anxious husband. Only a small fraction of sleep is blinked away from your eyes by the time you register him properly through your blurry vision. He’s standing in the middle of the kitchen doorway; looking awfully apologetic, as well as wary of what your reaction is going to be to his tardiness this time around.

Now, he visibly tenses up at the smile you force upon your lips. Although his body exhibits uncharacteristic prudence with the subtle dip of his chin and the fidgeting of his hands, Naruto’s stature still remains as big as ever. The Hokage cloak is firmly draped around his broad shoulders even if the exhaustion makes them slump, and his potent scent fills your nose in mere seconds. Even his presence alone is dominant enough to overtake the entire room, despite that he doesn’t even try.

Besides the rhythmic ticking of the clock which currently inches towards eleven in the evening, the silence between you and your partner continues to grow heavy and deafening. Being so quiet around each other; it makes you both feel on edge. Both of you fail at concealing it fully.

“It’s all right,” you manage to say at long last. Picking yourself up from the chair you’ve just uncomfortably been dozing off in, you attempt to shake away the drowsiness from your stiff limbs by stretching them lightly. “Want me to serve you dinner? I’ve gotta heat it up, though… It’s gone cold.”

“I can do it myself, don’t… Ahh, don’t worry!” He mumbles whilst he hurriedly attempts to reassure you, even though he has to hold his balance with the help of his palm gripping the frame from how spent he is. “You’re tired, sweetheart. Please.”

“Nonsense.” You brush him off with the flick of a wrist as you approach the counter and tighten the knot that holds your silken night robe together. “I’ll get a plate ready for you in a minute.”

“I’m telling you, it’s fine.” But as if in protest, Naruto feels his stomach clench and churn to the brink of pain that’s quite impossible to ignore now, has been quite impossible to overlook for the last couple of hours, actually.

The ache makes him groan as he presses his hand against his abdomen; grumbling a sailor’s approval worthy curse under his breath whilst his fingers dig into the softness of his belly right over the cloak he’s worked so hard to earn.

Besides feeling slightly dizzy and just plain grouchy overall, his empty stomach truly was the last straw today. Embarrassing him with its exceptionally loud symphony of growls that had begun to play in the very middle of an important meeting he’s had with an even more important representative from the Land of Earth, Naruto could barely wait for it to reach its goddamn end already.

But now being home at last, he feels somewhat disheartened after getting what he wished for. Judging from the pouty frown you’re so desperately trying to hide from him, he realizes that he’s managed to let you down yet again.

And speaking of you; he catches you looking at the scene he’s causing with a wary eye now as you tend to the oven with the adorably colourful mittens he's bought you as a present months ago. You look as if you're waiting for him to say something.

“I-I’m–,” he starts, attempting to bring his thoughts back into order. “Uh, did you–”

“Just sit down, hun.” Your voice sounds so mellow as you interrupt him gently. He isn’t sure how he should feel about the tone. Is there something mean brewing underneath the docile expression? A form of wrath you don’t wish to unleash upon him just yet?

I mean, it wouldn't be without reason. He has succeeded in completely zoning out by thinking about that stupid meeting again, and has thus begun ignoring you. For fuck's sake, has it really become that hard to be present in the moment - at least for a little while?

His brain must have become overridden with information. It surely must be that, right? No normal person should work this much... Not even him.

“Yeah,” he mutters after a long couple of seconds, before finally willing his body to push from the doorway. “Okay, Imma sit.”

Naruto does as he’s told. His feet drag against the warm floorboards whilst he walks. They’re way heavier than they usually are. Come to think of it, he can’t even remember the last time his footsteps felt light and bouncy like they did in his younger years. He’s tired, after all. So, so tired – to the point where his exhaustion is visible in the poor posture, the way his arms hang by his sides, and as well as in the dark circles underneath his blue eyes that currently seem to be somewhat dull in colour.

He’s yearning for sleep; for goddamn rest, but he can’t go to bed with an empty belly. And especially not after you’ve worked so hard to cook dinner, too! So he plops down on the chair he uses whenever his job allows him to actually have dinner with you and outright sags back in it, as if he needs support to just sit straight.

He’s tipping his head back against the backrest and sighing when you turn to look at him again. “How was work?”

“Eh.” You watch as he shrugs weakly, seemingly without much interest. “T’was fine, I guess.” He drops his gaze to the table as he fiddles with his fingers on his lap. Despite the fidgeting of his body, even the way he speaks is monotone and lacks emotion. It’s as if work has completely drained him of his essence and left behind a shell – a mere echo.

His short answers make you stare at him as you try again, “Just fine, love?”

Instead of speaking an affirmation, Naruto just gives you a single nod of his head. And then as if he’s unable to keep still, he rubs his temple with two thick fingers. By the time you walk over to place the plate of heated food before him, he’s already scrubbing his entire hand over his whiskered cheek.

You make sure to place a swift kiss on it. Just to make him feel better, even if his stubble scrapes your lips.

Looking at him like this, you can't help but feel the obligation to cheer him up. He’s tired and hungry; you know he is. You’ve heard the rumbling of his stomach, and yet as you sit down beside him, all he does is play around with his food. He keeps pushing it around the plate, taking small bites every once in a while and avoiding eye contact completely whenever he swallows.

You’re somewhat regretting the decision of eating before him now. That way, at least you’d have something to do instead of just staring at him and watching him eat.

“What is it?” Your eyes are inquisitive as you study his facial features carefully and break the silence at long last. His face has gotten slightly rounder over the years. Both of his cheeks are full and tinted in a healthy colour of rose. You’ve been taking good care of him. Feeding him just as good, too – whenever he’s home for long enough to eat properly, that is.

“Huh?” He sounds so lost whilst he chews. God help him. “Sorry, what did you say?”

You stifle the tired sigh that’s attempting to bubble up your throat. Patient as always, you utter, “You look like you’ve got something on your mind, hun… Mind telling me what it is?”

“I’m–... I’m just–...” He pauses whilst his bottom lip tucks underneath his teeth. He looks like he’s deep in thought, perhaps even troubled to some degree, as he begins to chew on the tender flesh; portraying an expression you’d perhaps even chuckle at if the mood between you wasn’t as serious. Because instead of that mesmerizing grin that has made you fall in love with your husband in the first place, there’s only a straight line of unsureness etched on his plump lips the moment he lifts his eyes and looks at you again. “I just really am sorry I’m late today of all days. I’ve tried not to be.”

“And I’ve told you it’s fine.” Your gaze is fast to turn calmer and more doe-eyed when he presents the issue at hand. It’s a rather clever ploy to get him to open up and make him feel warmer inside that firm chest of his where he hides his heart. He tells you more when you look dumb.

“It’s not fine.” No matter how hard you try to ease the guilt he feels, he’s persistent. “I know you don’t like it when I’m late.”

“Naruto.” You watch as he visibly straightens in his chair at the mention of his full name. He just seems so… Regretful now. Nervous; like a child caught misbehaving. His timid bearing makes your tone softer as your hand finds his own larger one and you say, “It’s okay, baby. Really.”

“Is it?” His gaze falls to the table again as you begin to stroke his beaten-up knuckles you’ve touched and kissed so many times before. The scars of his past battles and the war may have thinned and faded out over the years of taking care of Hokage duties in a clean-cut office instead of being out there on the field, but he thinks they’re obvious in comparison to your smooth skin.

You’re so different, after all. Leading such different lives.

He’s the Hokage and you’re nothing but a simple civilian, who had by some oddity decided to marry the strongest Shinobi of all Five Nations. And you’re so young, too, quite a bit younger than him - nearly an entire decade to be exact. Inching only towards twenty-four, whilst he’s just turned thirty-two.

He still wonders to this day why he’d decided to hit on a twenty-year-old of all people back then. Perhaps it was the split. Or the booze. Recently divorced and thus rather rusty with his flirting game, he had bought you a drink at the bar and hoped for the best. He hadn’t intended anything serious to happen, he truly didn’t.

So to say that he was surprised when he had ended up in your bed only hours after your gloss-coated lips wrapped around the straw of the cocktail he had paid for, would be an understatement. All hot and panting; squirming underneath him because of the way his hands stroked you all over, the way his tongue lapped at you, and because of the way his cock had filled you up to the brim - Naruto had at long last begun to feel like a man again only because of you. You had given him the best night of his life after literal ages.

And you were literally squealing his name by the end of it. Lord Seventh, Hokage-sama; he was all of those things, but nothing quite hit the spot, like ‘Oh, Naru-to…! Harder. Go h-ah-harder!’ did. Especially when it was gritted out through clenched teeth by a pretty girl like yourself. All high-pitched and whiny, his name sounded like an absolute delight whenever it left your slutty mouth.

So he kept coming back to hear it again. Naruto didn’t know what wretched thing had possessed him back then, but he fucked you on every flat surface your little apartment provided and then some more. He made you cum and gush so hard you couldn’t sit normally on his lap anymore. Made your brain cease to function and filled every last thought you had with himself instead. All until his name didn’t come out just in the form of moans anymore, but in loving whispers during pillowtalk as well whenever he had decided to stay and linger.

People had begun to swap gossip about it for a bit when it turned into something more; something slightly controversial, so to say. When he had begun wearing the same dopey expression on his face that he had worn during the entirety of his early twenties and that made him unable to concentrate, no matter how many times Shikamaru snapped his fingers in front of his nose and shook him by the shoulders as he caught him zoning out in front of his desk for the third time in a row.

“What a drag… Focus already!”

“M’sorry, Shikamaru.”

But that wasn’t the end of it. Actual rumors had begun to spread only when he started to follow you around like an obedient dog whenever he had some time to spare. It started small: quick exchanged glances and murmured words nobody else could hear but you. A face so red you could fry eggs on both cheeks. Nervous rambling and sheepish rubbing of the neck. For a man so massive and strong, he seemed outright silly; acting so bashful.

And as summer turned to fall, his hand had finally started to brush your own in public - all subtle touches and mere hints of something doting. Thick, scarred digits attempting to interlace with your own slimmer ones as he’d accompany you whilst you did chores in the village he had sworn to protect with his very own life.

And when winter was right around the corner, your hand found his in the midst of the cold. Right there, in the middle of the street and in front of everyone, you were holding the Hokage’s hand; fingers tightly intertwined as if you never wished to part again. Heart all warm and jumping in excitement, Naruto had at long last smiled that signature grin the people hadn’t seen him bring forth since Hinata had left him.

The deal was sealed: Lord Seventh had found someone new.

By the time he had declared your relationship official, everyone had already known. Try all he might to hide it, his face is too readable; especially when in love. And he is in love with you. So deeply, profoundly, endlessly in love with you – his wonderful, lovely wife.

Staring at you now, Naruto has no clue what he did to deserve you. You’re so full of life, whilst he’s walking around looking like he’s a mere ghost of what he used to be. Don’t get him wrong; he tries to be a good husband. He buys you anything you want and spoils you rotten whenever he’s able. He’s kind and caring, so very affectionate.

He kisses you early in the morning before he leaves for work, and makes sure to do just the same whenever he comes back home late at night. Leaves you little sticky notes, adorned with crude ‘I love you’s’ in that godawful handwriting of his, and even puts the effort to draw some hearts around the words like he’s some lovesick teenager. He tells you you’re beautiful when you feel like you aren’t. Makes sure you’re always warm and safe, as well as taken care of.

He does all these little things to show you that he’s thankful for not being alone anymore. After all, it’s been quiet ever since the kids left to live with their mother; too quiet. And you – you’ve brought life back into his miserable existence. You’ve washed away the grime from his heart and dipped it in sweet summer honey instead. Have made him smile and laugh in a way he had thought impossible to happen ever again. He might be tired, yes, but he isn't depressed anymore.

Because you’ve walked with him through the emptiness. Shoved him back into the sunlight, right where he belongs.

But he’s also managed to turn you into a proper little housewife by giving you such a leisurely life; exactly like he had done with Hinata before their marriage fell apart and turned into something that still leaves a bitter tang on his tongue even to this day. He’s given you a comforting, albeit boring routine. Has turned you into this little domestic thing that he enjoys wrapping his arms around and calling his in-between every kiss aimed at the crook of your neck. He’s shoved you inside this house he's worked so hard to get, and has made you tend to it, because he’s unable to do it himself.

And for fuck’s sake, some part of him that he tries to keep hidden deep inside likes seeing you tend to it. He enjoys watching you turn this wretched house into a lovely home. He appreciates coming back to a warm meal and sleeping in freshly-washed bed sheets. Likes having his clothes ironed and being taken care of.

It’s not like he doesn’t earn it. He does his part by keeping you safe and providing for you; giving you anything your heart desires. He’s strong and capable, perhaps even smart when he wants to be. Good-natured as well, with the biggest heart a man could own.

So is that so bad?

“Yes, I’m used to it.” Your words lull him back to reality and they sound like you’re reading his very mind. He’s zoned out yet again, thinking about the past.

Used to it. Fuck, that makes his heart ache. Makes him feel like a bad spouse, because history is repeating itself for a second time around.

Naruto doesn’t want to admit it, but he’s become dependent on you just like he was with his ex-wife. He needs someone to love if he wants to function properly, and yearns to feel loved just as deeply in return. Spending so much time utterly alone both in his childhood and adulthood years can do that to a man. Can turn him awfully clingy, too.

Perhaps that might be the reason as to why he’s felt so frustrated lately. Not being able to see you as much as he wants to has turned him outright snarky and impatient. He needs you to be content. Just you. Nobody else.

And he’s with you now, but he still feels bad. Especially when you stand up, walk over to the refrigerator with that smug expression he loves, and bring out the little homemade birthday cake you’ve spent your entire afternoon working on. Carrying it in your hands, you even add an adorable: ‘Ta-da!’

Despite the dark circles that shadow his tan skin, his eyes are so big as they open wide the moment you place the sweet in front of him. It’s covered in vanilla frosting and those rainbow sprinkles he’s always longed to eat as a kid; adorned with yummy-looking icing that clumsily spells out ‘Happy Birthday, Naru!’ that he simply can’t wait to taste. You’ve prepared quite a sugar bomb.

And that exact sugar bomb is effort and love that had gone unappreciated because of his job. He’s melting so fast that the candles you now begin to light up don’t even stand a chance. But his smile never seems to reach his eyes, just like your own doesn’t. You’re both so see-through around each other that it’s pitiful in a way. So translucent that it hurts.

Nevertheless, he complies. Naruto lets out a tired huff of air as he blows out the candles. He wishes for more time he could spend with you as he listens to your little squeal of excitement and the giddy clap from your palms, and hopes for the best.

But god, now he feels like such a douche for making you go through all this hard work for a birthday he didn’t even show up on, despite that it was his own you were supposed to be celebrating. For missing out entirely on an afternoon that could have been so fucking pleasant if he had just put in the effort to make it on time.

He's scared. He doesn’t want you to leave him in the same way Hinata did. He doesn’t want to be that sad, perhaps even borderline depressed loser, ever again. No, instead he’ll learn from his past mistakes and try harder. Do better. He’ll be a better husband the second time around. Surely.

So you eat two rather large pieces of cake, and he makes sure to shower you in compliments in-between each bite because of it. He’s thankful, so very grateful for not just the stupid cake, but for you as well, and he wants you to know that – he needs you to know.

He makes his knee bump against your own underneath the table to keep the contact whilst you chat about everything and nothing in particular. And sure enough; the tips of your toes begin to stroke his ankle gently as you give in to his advances, and the tension between you slowly, albeit surely, begins to dissipate.

His hand is stroking your thigh as he whispers a genuine, “I love you.”

You can physically feel your heart flutter as the bandages he uses to hide the discoloration of his prosthetic scrape your naked skin. “I love you, too.”

“I really am sorry, ya know.”

“I’ve told you it’s fine, Naruto.”

“It’s not. I’m…” His brow furrows now in a way that makes him look conflicted. “I’m trying to do better. I’ve already talked to Shikamaru about taking some time off and–... We’ll go somewhere, okay? Just me and you. As soon as I’m done with the meetings concerning the border, we’ll go somewhere nice. I promise.”

“We’ve had this conversation already… It’s okay. Really.” Your heart grows even larger, because now you can see that he means it and that his words ring true. He’s fucked up so many times before, but it can’t always be his fault. He’s the Hokage, after all. The village will always come first, and you knew damn well what you were signing up for since the very start.

“Nonsense,” he says. “I want to.”

“Well,” you muse now, eyes twinkling with mellow delight, “how about a bathhouse, since you're so persistent, mm?”

“A bathhouse?” He quirks a brow at you now. “Really? Just that?”

“Yeah.” Giggling, you shoot him a playful wink, “You look like you could use a day off to visit one... Zombie boy.”

He stares at you for a little while longer as his fingers stroke the plush flesh of your thigh. His hand is so large that it makes your throat tighten and turns your saliva runny inside your mouth. Nearly petting you now, he begins tracing a steady path all the way down to your knee and then slowly circling back over and over again. You feel like he wants to say more; to apologize even more profusely than he’s already done ever since he’s stepped foot through the door, but instead all he does is sigh.

“All right. Bathhouse it is then, since I’m so old and frail, huh?” Rubbing one eye with his free hand tiredly, his voice sounds so deep from the tiredness he feels as he gives you your win, “And speaking of baths, I’ve gotta shower before bed... It’s been a long day. I feel all gross.”

Your tongue works faster than your brain does, because now you’re scratching the back of your neck bashfully, mumbling, “Do you, uh… Mind if I come with…? Perhaps?” The pause you make is seconds long. “It’s just that I’ve missed you a lot, is all.”

God, you feel so silly. Like an infatuated schoolgirl, you’re all timid and bashful around your own spouse. It must be because you’re so touch starved; I mean, what else could it be? You haven’t had proper sex in weeks. You wanted to, but scheduled lovemaking felt awkward. As for anything spontaneous, he simply came home too tired or too late to initiate anything remotely intimate.

The corners of his lips twitch at the obvious enthusiasm you’re attempting to hide from him now. Could this be the lucky night he finally gets to slam again? “Not at all, sweetheart. Don’t be silly,” he says as he pats your knee gently before bracing himself to stand up. “C’mon, I’ll help you with the dishes and then we can go.”

“You don’t have to,” you utter, already hurriedly following him towards the sink as he carries the plates. “I can take care of it.”

“A couple of dishes ain’t gonna be the death of me, darlin’.” He’s smooth now, despite the tiredness as his palm rests on the small of your back. Activating all of his charms that had made you fall for him in the first place, he’s already thinking of ways how to use the last bit of his energy by fucking you senseless as effectively as possible. “I’ll take care of this,” he mumbles slowly as his hand slides down, down, down, “and you can take care of something else later.”

His touch reaches the curve of your ass as he says it; skin so warm that you can feel the heat scorching you right through the flimsy night robe you’re wearing. The sensation is quite dizzying, to be honest. It turns your body hot and yearning to be spoiled, because you haven’t gotten any in a long while. Especially when he leans into your ear and whispers, “Yeah?”

He’s grinning when you look up at him; all inquisitive and hot in the face at the subtle hint. “Something else?”

“Mhmm,” he rasps, the ghost of a smirk becoming visible on his rosy mouth. Nearly stroking you now, he's making your thighs rub together as you arch your back to feel him better. “If you want to, of course… I for sure wouldn’t mind, though.”

Your head whips back towards the sink as you attempt to hide your bashful expression from how your body is selling you out. But he can see the click of your jaw. Can hear the tremble of your inhale when you suck it into your lungs. “Didn’t you say you were tired?”

“Yeah, I did,” he says, patting your cute booty softly - all in means to provoke you even further. “But I'm hungry, too.”

You’ve forgotten how handsy he can be if he’s in the mood. How demanding his touches are. It makes your voice lilt as the thrill rushes down your spine. “Hungry for what? You've just eaten.”

Instead of answering you, Naruto just kisses your forehead in answer and turns towards the sink.

Your husband really is smooth. All honey and sugar.

—

And he’s mad handsome, too.

The smile Naruto presents is feeble but nonetheless dazzling as you both stand underneath the running water ten minutes later. He’s got your back pressed against the dewy tiles of the shower; towering over you entirely with his potent bearing and leaning in just close enough to steal a kiss if he wanted to.

Covered in bubbly foam that makes his tan skin glisten with that pretty sheen and smell like strawberries, he reminds you of a god.

And that deity has turned clingy, now that the bitter tension is no longer there. All affectionate and nearly purring, you could have sworn there were actual hearts in your husband’s eyes whilst you tended to unclasping his Hokage cloak and undressing the bandages on his arm just mere moments before. Even the tips of his ears have turned red because of your utmost caring touch.

Staring up at him now, you try to contain the blush that sears your entire face with heat when he rests his palm against the tile right beside your head. He’s so close to you that you can see the mellow specks of gold inside his sky blue eyes, as well as the subtle spasm of muscle in his bicep when he lightly taps his fingers against the shower wall.

“What’re you lookin’ at?” He’s smiling as he says it. This small, mischievous grin that you haven’t seen in a long while. It just reminds you how much you’ve missed seeing it.

“Nothing,” you reply bashfully, turning your head to the side whilst your teeth sink into your bottom lip. He catches you mid-movement, fingers digging into your chin whilst his thumb pokes into your soft cheek so that he can make you face him again.

“Hey,” he coos gently, tipping your head upwards, “I didn’t tell ya to stop, did I?”

“Yeah,” you mumble, heart pounding. “I know.”

“So look at me.”

Fuck, you’re both so utterly naked – both body and soul. You’ve seen him bare so many times before, and yet he still has the same effect on you just like he did before you sobbed out that definite ‘Yes!’ when he had asked you to marry him and placed the pretty ring on your finger you’re still wearing today. Your pupils dilate in the same way they did years ago as you take him in, and your mouth salivates just as much, too. He’s so delicious-looking that you’d eat him right up if you could.

“Don’t gotta be all shy ‘bout it,” he says softly now, suds washing off of his blonde hair with the water that pours down his strong back. Drenched, it turns into this gorgeous colour of wheat you can’t help but admire. You're wondering when it’ll begin to turn grey at the temples as he adds, “You’re my wife, after all.”

You’re my wife.

He says it like he wants to remind you of it.

“I know,” you repeat yourself, hand finding stability on his chest. His own finds its home on your hip as he pulls you closer and makes your bodies press against one another. A shiver rushes through you despite the heat of the water and the steam when his lips latch to your neck. “I-I know that.”

“I missed you.” He’s picking up the droplets that coat your skin one by one with the tip of his tongue as he whispers the words. When he wraps his lips around your sweet spot and sucks, it sets your heart ablaze. “So goddamn much… I really wanted to spend today with you, but work has been so fuckin’ stressful as of late.”

“I understand,” you utter as your arms wrap around his neck and your fingers dig into his damp hair. His palm rests on the small of your back again. He pushes into the dip of the curve to pull you even closer, as if he wants you to physically meld together from how badly he yearns for you. Your silent compliance with the way your body turns to mush makes him all the more passionate, you can feel it in the way his hardness pokes your thigh now.

He doesn't let you look down.

Still, things are escalating fast in the heat of the moment you’ve both longed for for literal eons. He’s nearly manhandling you now; pawing at you with those rough hands of his in any way he can. He’s everywhere all at once, kissing your jawline and inching up towards your lips whilst squeezing your plump ass and spreading it just enough that hot water trickles right down to your pussy.

The sensation makes you gasp.

You can feel him every so often. Just two fingertips lazily circling your sopping hole before moving on back to paying attention to that cute peach of yours and doing it all over again. By the time his mouth finds your own and your tits press against his chest, he’s already so hard that he’s nearly sending low grunts and growls down your throat.

“Na-Naruto,” you whimper softly, eyelids fluttering shut as his tongue roams your mouth in a way that makes you weak in the knees. You can’t say more.

“I know,” he speaks, panting. “I know m’not allowed to do you raw, but lemme just tease you a lil’ bit, pretty.”

He does it before you can say anything; pressing you against the tiles, licking two of his fingers and gently easing them inside you so that he can replace the lubricant you’ve lost with the water from the shower. Your leg bends and hooks to his hip as he fixes the angle and his thumb finds your needy clit, making sure your stability is fine even if you’re starting to squirm around from the fast overstimulation.

“Your pussy is so wet for me, fuck.” He's filling you up fast as he attempts to stretch you out. You're so sensitive that you're already leaking right into his hand, making him lose more of his sanity with every pull and shove.

He’s watching your face as he fucks you with his fingers; all focused and ardent, every stroke and pump lazy but equally as satisfying. You’re trying to push him away just for a moment to collect yourself, but he’s relentless in pleasing you and getting you ready for something bigger. Persistent in listening to your little squeaks and moans, he’s reaching deeper and deeper, really making you gush like a motherfucking sucker for him by the time he quickens his pace.

This is who Naruto Uzumaki truly is: passionate, fervent, intense. Owning eyes that blaze like a forge, despite that they’re blue like the sea itself, and a mouth that curves into that sly, crooked grin that shows the entirety of his perfect front teeth and that he gets only when your walls are squeezing him in, in, in.

It’s true – you’re outright sucking him in. His fingers are so big and thick that you can feel the knuckles dragging along your walls and smearing milky slick all over. He knows exactly which parts to tease and stroke. Knows your body so darn well, that you wouldn’t be surprised if he has it all memorized inside that thick skull of his.

And it’s so overwhelming that you’re ready to sob from how good it feels as the knot in your belly tightens and begins to coil. Your insides feel like they’re about to kindle every time he burrows his digits back in. “Fuck me, please. I–... It’s been s-so long, Naru. Please, please, please.”

“I-I can’t–... Fuck.” He stutters the moment your hand wraps around his cock and begins to pump. You’re biting your lip now, staring up at him with those doe-like eyes he has to physically force himself to say no to whilst you stroke him and smear his pre-cum all along the protruding vein on the underside of his dick.

The bridge of his nose visibly crinkles at the sensation as he pushes further towards you and makes you use your other hand. Thumb tracing the leaking tip, you’re beginning to heave at the sight of the silvery strings that stick to your fingers. It seems that he hasn’t jerked off in a while. You’re literally feeling his dick twitch and throb underneath your touch with such intensity that he reminds you of an overwhelmed virgin.

“Sweeth-ah…” Eyes glued to your tiny hand palming his length, he grits his teeth so harshly that the muscle in his jaw begins to flutter, “I’ll fuck you when we get into bed and I find a rubber, I promise.”

“No,” your breath hitches now as he curls his fingers inwards and touches that special spot inside you in answer to your own lewd ministrations – this gasp sort of sound leaving your lips. “N-No, I want it now.”

He pauses for a moment to look you in the eye. The proximity is so small that his forehead is touching your own as you keep pleasuring each other. “You wanna risk it?”

“No,” you reply again, lips parting into that adorable little ‘o’ that makes him want to pass out on the spot. “I want a baby. I want to try.”

Now that truly does make Naruto nearly slip into unconsciousness. He’s wide-eyed, completely red in the face and flustered. He has kids of his own already; two to be exact. A son, who’s about to become a teenager really soon and a daughter that is a near replica of his ex-wife. He loves them both dearly, tries to spend as much time as his busy schedule and Hinata allow him.

Sure, his kids are quite grown already. Boruto is almost twelve and Himawari is well on her way towards reaching double digits for the first time as well, but is he truly ready for another baby? Another bundle of joy that demands a lot more time, patience and care than a pre-teen with a lousy father would need?

Fuck, what if he’s a lousy father to the new kid as well? What then?

It surely wouldn’t be fair to the children he already has if he started paying even less attention to them than he already does if another one arrived, right? But at the same time, if he said no just because of that reasoning alone, it wouldn’t be fair to you either. And how would Boruto and Himawari react? Would they accept their half sibling? Or would they hate the kid's guts for stealing their dad away? And what would Hinata say?

Holy fuck, what is he supposed to do?

“Naruto, love,” you whisper, nudging your mouth against his own gently, “please don't be upset... I just don’t want to be alone in this big house anymore.”

He still doesn’t say anything as he looks you in the eye again. Looking at him like this, Naruto looks dazed as he studies your facial features while slipping his fingers out of your warm cunt and gripping your hips with both hands instead. That just makes you worry. He can see it in your eyes.

So he wills himself to speak, “And if I’m not… If I’m not able to be around as much? To help you out and stuff?” Shit, the words sound so awful to leave his mouth, but he needs to know. He’ll make it right the second time around; he’s promised you that, but what if he fucking dies on the field? What if he gets ambushed? Oh, god, what if another war happens? Anything could happen that’d keep him away from you and the babe you'd be carrying in your belly, after all. Not just his busy schedule, which he’s trying so desperately to clear.

But at least that way, if his luck turns sour and he indeed does perish, you’d have a little piece of him left. You wouldn’t be as alone. You’d have a purpose. A living, breathing memory of him, too. Right?

“I have all the time in the world, so you wouldn't have to worry about that,” you mumble as your chin dips down to avoid eye contact and your leg slips from his hip. “I’ve just been thinking about it as of late… Well, a lot, actually. It gets so lonely here when you’re gone. I hate it.”

Ouch. You make his heart ache from the way you sound. He’s this close to just dropping to his knees and begging you for forgiveness. For apologizing again, and again, and again – until you’d be sick of it. He wants to give you the world for being so good and adapting to the role his lifestyle has given you so well.

And perhaps he can.

So he makes you look at him again. Boring right into your very soul; his pupils are so big that they remind you of two vortexes. Like two damn whirlpools that make you feel like you’re being dragged so deep under the surface that you aren’t able to breathe. “You really want me to give you a baby?”

All you do is nod. Words simply fail you from how intense his gaze is, goddamn. He has the most emotion-fueled eyes you’ve ever seen.

He cups your cheek, thumb stroking the plush flesh. You’re still not quite used to how white the skin of his prosthetic is whenever the bandages come off, but it doesn’t mean you love him any less. Especially when he fixes a wet strand of hair behind your ear and caresses the side of your face as he says, “Answer me properly, hun.”

“Yes,” you reply, swallowing the saliva that has gathered inside your mouth. Your insides are still pulsating with the want his fingers had initiated. “I want you to give me a baby, Naru.”

His teeth find home in the inside of his cheek now. “Is this like a birthday present of sorts? Letting me in raw? Giving me a chance to start a lil’ family with you?”

“I-I mean,” you mumble unsurely, “it can be a present if you want it to be?”

He stares at you for a long while. Drags his eyes over every single inch of your face before he inhales this big, deep breath and says, “Well, happy birthday to me, then. Jump.”

The next few moments are a blur. You do as you’re told – you jump, and he catches you swiftly with those big hands of his. He might be tired, but years of training and participating in battle had certainly honed the Shinobi skills you’ve never acquired yourself. His arms flex as he holds your weight, keeping you steady and still. You can’t resist stroking his biceps and collecting the water droplets to coat them with the pads of your fingers before you wrap your arms around his neck again and try to inhale a steady breath.

“I’ll do anything you’ll tell me to do, love,” he murmurs, kissing you softly. “I’ll give you as many kids as you want, okay?”

“Oh-kay.” All you can do is comply as he presses your back firmly against the wall and makes your legs wrap around his waist. Staring into your eyes, he’s teasing you just for the little bit of fun he can make of it. Is forcing you to start whining lowly as your hips begin bucking like an animal that wants to be mated when he aligns himself with your needy hole.

You want to have his kids so bad. You’ve seen how good his genes are in both his son and daughter, and, fuck, it makes you want to give him healthy children of your own. To build him an even nicer, more comforting home than he already has and that he’ll be even happier to come back to after work. To give him a little family he’d be proud to be a father of.

He’s thirty-two, not getting any younger with each passing day. And you – you're still young, but you’re ready. You're positive you are.

“Ready?” It's as if he's reading your mind.

“Mhmm,” you say, teeth settling into your tender bottom lip. “M'ready.”

He pauses for a quick moment, just looking at you with this sweet gaze that tells a thousand words with one look alone. “You can still change your mind, you know,” he mumbles. “I won't be mad or anything.”

“Just do it,” you grit out. “I'm ready.”

A chuckle slips out as he smiles at how impatient you've become. “Okay, okay... My impatient little lady.”

You're about to reply with something sharp, but goddammit, despite saying that you were, you certainly aren't prepared for the stretch that follows a moment after. Eyes crossing before they screw shut, you let out a deep whine as he pushes you down on his dick and slams you firmly against the shower wall to make you take it deeper, deeper, deeper.

It’s been so long, too long, and you’ve forgotten how good it feels. How good it feels as your husband eases you down on his length that's increasingly becoming covered in your slick, which helps make your belly full with every inch of hard, throbbing dick.

And fuck, it feels even better raw. Well, at least for Naruto it does.

“Good? Feels good, right?” He exhales shakily as he slams his cock even deeper and makes you squeal at the feeling of overcapacity. He sounds almost urgent for assurance now, nearly begging you with just the frantic tone of his voice alone to make you take all of him all at once.

“Mhmm, mhmm… Fuck!” Your head is tipping back against the tiles as you pant and squirm in his tenacious grip. He’s strong like a bear – you’ve never felt safer, despite the risky position and the wet floor. “Feels s’good.”

He leans in, rosy lips pressing hot, careful kisses on your neck. You sigh at the special little affection whilst his warm tongue trails across your wet skin again. The way he laps up every droplet makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up to attention, despite that it’s damp. You want to scream from how much you’ve missed this.

The feeling of him stretching your walls practically makes you drool from the pressure and how little space you have left. He’s throbbing inside you; eagerly twitching and growing hotter, bigger with every stubborn push. And god-fucking-damn, he’s smirking as you arch your back from the sensation. Outright musing like a satisfied little kitty as his fingertips dig further into your skin, all until his blunt nails are leaving slim, crescent markings on it.

You’re so close. Chest to chest. Lips to neck. Muscle to muscle.

“Naru-to, ah…!” He’s making you feel dizzy as you run your fingers across the back of his head and tug on on his golden hair. “I love you, I love you, I love you... Oh, Christ.”

You’re tugging so hard that he’s hissing into the crook of your neck from the pain. Squeezing and milking him so intensely that he’s ready to burst already. For fuck’s sake, he hasn’t touched himself in weeks. And you’re so young and pretty and tight… And you want his kids. Want to be filled up to the brim with his warm cum.

How is he supposed to keep it together?

“M'not gonna last long, pretty,” he admits with a face beet-red. “It's been a while.”

“It's okay, I don't need a lot either,” you soothe his worries. “Make it quick and hard, ye-yeah?”

So he spends the next few minutes hardening his thrusts and clenching his thighs to keep himself from breaking apart much too fast. These slow, passionate movements of his hips drilling into yours – slamming into you over and over again and making you bounce against the tiles.

He’s staring at your tits during it, kissing them; nipping at them with his teeth before he reaches up again just so he can own your mouth, which you simply can’t keep closed anyway, from all the moans and curses to escape you every time he sinks back in.

His hands wander as he spreads loving kisses all over your skin. Burrowing himself deeper and deeper inside of you, your warm cunt takes over his mind and senses entirely. All he can think about is you. You, round with his child. You, so bright and warm; taking care of him, too. Tending to the house. Giving him a home he can always come back to. Loving him for who he is. All until you grow old together and fade away into stardust your offspring will keep alive in their memory after you're already long gone.

He could cry from happiness at the image if he wanted to.

But instead he presses against you harshly as he uses his teeth to mark you with the pang of ache you love to receive. Taking you even rougher, his want for you is making him pound into you with everything he has to offer. Quiet profanities you’re barely understanding keep leaving his parted lips as his fingers dig into your hips. He’s grunting whilst your tongues dance and his pace begins picking up.

Holy fuck, the way his hard cock slips in and out of you makes you cry and gush all over again. You’re squeezing him as potently as ever now; your juices making him glisten every time he pulls out and shoves himself back in. He feels the blazing hot water burn his shoulders and back, however he’s simply too preoccupied with you to notice. Even if it scorches his skin and turns it bright red – he will see this to its end.

Your face scrunches up as he hits that spot that makes your entire body jolt with lightning. Body squirming and writhing in his bruising hold, you're beginning to resemble a feral animal he can't possibly tame.

“Naruto, Naru–...! Naru-to, fill me up…! Please, fill me up, fuck…! C’mon, c’mon… Wanna make you a daddy.”

“Cum for me first.” The moans of his name you keep letting out fill his ears and turn him delirious. He’s literally fucking you senseless, all male and so fucking primal from the need to breed you stupid as he says, "I’ll give you my kids if–.... Fuck, if you’re good and cum first, m'kay? I wanna see your pussy leak all over me."

“Harder…! Ah, harder.”

“Okay, okay! You needy lil’ thing, hah.”

He listens. Picks up his pace and turns bestial. Pounds into you until the sounds are so indecent that it makes you both blush, despite that you’ve known each other for years and that you’re married. The sound of skin slapping against skin is even louder when it's wet.

And somewhere in-between all of that savage ravaging - you do cum. Because you are just that: good. This good, little submissive thing that he likes to touch, and fuck, and screw, and breed. Whose tight little hole he likes to fill up instead of leaving it empty, like whenever you've made him finish in your mouth, or on your face, or in a goddamn condom.

But not this time around. No, no. Now you're letting him go all-in. He's going to fuck a kid into you so hard that you won't be able to think straight.

Because now you cum so hard, that it forces him to cum, too. Trembling and panting and squealing his name all over again like you did on the night he had bought you a drink and scored some with you for the first time ever; you clench around him so intensely that it makes him bust a fucking circuit and spill.

Spill right into you. All of it – every last drop. You’re oozing his cum out, even if he’s still inside you, pushing it right back in. Ropes of thick white; all over your walls. Inside your goddamn womb. Everywhere. Spilling quite literally everywhere. Jesus, he’s never come so hard. Not with anyone or by himself. It makes his toes curl as he tries to keep it together for the sake of both of you. Even if it turns his mind blank and makes his tongue lazy inside your mouth as it strokes your front teeth.

“Oh, fuck… Oh, goddamn.” He’s trying to breathe properly but he can’t. No way. Especially as you continue to kiss him and caress his face with such shaky hands that he feels sorry for you in a way. “I love you, too, honey. Love you s’much, really, but I can’t breathe. Ah.”

You don’t care if he can’t breathe or how exhausted he is. Still smothering him in kisses all over, you keep clinging onto him like he’s the only thing keeping you alive. Even as he slowly eases you back down onto your feet and helps you stand, because quite frankly; you can’t do it by yourself.

Naruto, slightly fuller with oxygen now, chuckles as you place what might just be the hundredth kiss onto his mouth today. “Okay, okay… Jeez, am I so handsome that you can’t seem to stop kissing me?”

“Duh.” The answer is simple and love-struck. Like it’s a basic fact everyone should know.

A beat of silence passes between you as you allow for your actions to sink in and their possible consequences. Unlike before, it's comfortable. Pleasant. Even if you're a bit bashful about it.

You speak first, “Do you think it'll, uh... Stick?”

“I dunno,” he says, shrugging. “We'll just have to wait and see, I guess... These things tend to take a while.”

“Or we can try again, eh?” Playful. To some degree.

He huffs a laugh at your proposal; this warm, sunshine-resembling sort of sound as his shoulders slouch at the tiredness to hit him, now that the sexual tension dissipates and your arms wrap around him for a hug instead of something more lewd.

You stand under the hot water for a long while, letting it wash away the sweat and grime of your intimacy. He's barely standing on his own two feet, but spent or not, Naruto still cups your face with both rough hands and presses a smacking, sloppy smooch right onto your bruised lips. “Thank you for the present, honey.”

The smile you give him for his gratitude is like one of a feline.

“You're welcome, birthday boy.”

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railroad-migraine · 2 years

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Heya! I absolutely love your writing so I'd like to send you my very first request *insert excited squeal*

I had the worst week, so I would absolutely love to read something about Caleb comforting the reader after a mission/battle where they feel like they have failed the whole group 💚

Thank you 🥰

Aw darling, it sucks that your week wasn't great. I'm sending all the good vibes and a virtual hug. Look after yourself okay? Thank you so much for your first request, I'd be happy to write this for you, and feel free to send in more in the future <3

~ Poet

Comforting The Reader After A Tough Battle

Caleb

Caleb, being the squishy wizard that he is, knows that the battlefield can be an unpredictable place - no matter how experienced or inexperienced someone is, there is always room for error.

That's why he was so understanding when you had lost your pep after a fight that didn't go in your favour.

The Nein had taken their leave, setting up a camp nearby to heal injuries and catch their breaths. All the while you remained where the fight had taken place, observing the aftermath of the destruction that everyone had left behind.

Or rather, the destruction everyone but you had left behind.

Your head wasn't in the right place that day, with your thoughts racing and a weight on your shoulders. You had tried your best, you really had, but your spells weren't as potent and your sword hadn't met its targets. You barely contributed to the fight, and you couldn't help but feel guilty about it.

Your mind was elsewhere when a tail curling around your shin brought you back to the present. You glanced down at Frumpkin, the tabby cat staring up at you expectantly, gem-like eyes shining in the fading light of the day.

Mood slightly lifting in his presence, you scooped up the familiar, threading your fingers through his soft fur, and as you turned around you noticed you weren't alone. Caleb stood a few feet away, hands in his pockets and a pensive look on his face. Slight embarrassment filled you - you didn't want anyone in the party to catch you in your disheartened state - but the gentle purrs coming from the cat in your arms quickly put you at ease.

The wizard closed the distance and patted your shoulder comfortingly, his eyes tired but full of fondness as he searched your face. "You did good today." Before you could protest, the hand on your shoulder pulled you into a hug, Frumpkin slipping out of your grasp and landing on the ground elegantly so he wouldn't he crushed between you. Caleb shook his head and perched his chin on your shoulder, observing the battlefield behind you.

"I know you might think otherwise," he said softly, "but you did all that you could, and that's an achievement in itself. What's more, you got through it. You live. We both live, because we are a team - and teams look out for each other and share victories. It's days like today that help us learn and grow, while tomorrow brings possibilities of doing better. You are strong. You are brave." He learned back slightly to have you meet his eyes, still keeping you close. "And myself and the others are always so grateful to have you by our sides. Never forget that."

You held onto him just a little tighter, emotion rising in your throat as your vision blurred with unshed tears. You were exhausted, but his words and lean frame managed to keep your knees from buckling and falling apart. A few moments passed of simply holding each other, but eventually you found the will to pull away and nod. A smile teased its way onto his lips. Caleb draped an arm over your shoulder and led you to camp, Frumpkin at your heels as you abandoned the battlefield.

There was no need to linger there any longer. It was time to move on and look to what tomorrow brings.

"Let's get you fed and rested, ja? I think we both deserve it."

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egcdeath · 3 years

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finders keepers

summary: did captain america just steal your cat?

pairing: steve rogers x reader

word count: 2.5k

warnings: tooth rotting fluff, strangers to lovers

author’s note: it’s been way too long since i wrote some pure, self indulgent fluff. this has been quite the refreshing experience for me but i think it’s back to our regularly scheduled program after this ;)

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Miso had an air of arrogance that you admired. She took the world by its kitty balls, doing whatever she pleased whenever she pleased. Your cat left the apartment for sometimes days at a time, and frequently led male cats to your door. To you, your cat was more like a roommate than a pet, hogging up most of your bed, standing on the counter while you attempted to make food for yourself, and leaving most areas dirtier than she originally found it.

Okay, maybe you were personifying your cat a little too much. But after moving out to D.C., you were unspeakably lonely. Most days, it felt like Miso was all you had, and that you were all Miso had (save for her army of cat boyfriends).

This made things all the more concerning for you when you’d realized that you hadn’t seen your cat companion in five days. Five whole days without the comforting vibration of her purr, her ungodly hours of wakeup calls demanding to be played with, or pet. The cherry on top was that the cat food outside your door appeared to be completely untouched.

In your frenzied realization of your missing cat, your mind raced with a thousand different terrible situations your dear Miso could’ve found herself in. You frantically clicked through pictures of her on an online album and attempted to find a photo that would capture her white fur with large blobs of auburn, and her vibrant blue eyes to put on your ‘MISSING’ sign. The longer you clicked, the more that you began to worry that she had been caught and kidnapped by some terrible person with bad intentions.

You finally threw together the poster, sending it to your phone so that you could print it off at the OfficeMax down the street. Luckily for you, you didn’t make it that far, as the moment you began to lock the closed door of your apartment, you saw the unmistakable figure of your cat.

In the arms of your neighbor.

Now, you’d never met Steve. He was an Avenger, Captain America to be exact, and you were just… you. You’d convinced yourself that attempting to introduce yourself to him would ultimately end in failure, and an embarrassing one at that. Maybe he’d scoff and walk away, or call Tony Stark in front of you and tell him about the crazy woman he just encountered.

But none of that mattered. Captain America was stealing your fucking cat.

“Excuse me, sir?” You asked, stepping away from your door and approaching the Greek God of a man to the right of you.

“Oh, hey! We must be n-“

“You have my cat,” you said bluntly.

“I’m sorry, what?” Steve seemed to do a double take

“My cat, y’know, the feline in your arms.”

“Well, maybe we just have similar looking cats. This is Arabella.”

You nearly scoffed at this, shaking your head. First, Captain America kidnapped your cat, and now he’s trying to convince you that it’s not your cat? Yeah, you’d know Miso from a mile away. And what kind of name is Arabella?

“Arabella is a great name for her,” Steve retorted, pulling the cat closer to his chest. Shit, did you say that out loud?

“Well I think it’s time for Miso to come back home,” the cat’s ears perked at this, and she glanced over at you. The sight of you made her wiggle and hop out of Steve’s tight embrace, landing on her feet and trotting over to you. The damn cat rubbed her face against your calf and purred as if she hadn’t been cheating on you for long enough to have gained a new name.

You squatted down and rubbed the back of your hand against her cheek, and shook your head at your pet, “you’re getting put on probation, young lady.”

She didn’t seem to mind, pacing back and forth around you. You glanced up and saw Steve with a rather neutral expression on his face, as if he was masking whatever it was that he was feeling.

“I’m sorry about that, ma’am. Uh, maybe I’ll see you both around sometime,” disappointment coated his every word before he opened up his apartment door and promptly closed it behind him.

You were surprised at how quickly he conceded, but you weren’t particularly mad about it either. You weren’t sure what you’d do if you never got your Miso back.

——

A whole day later, you’d been in your apartment typing up an email when a soft rapping at your door got your attention.

“Just a second!” you called, hopping up and hurrying to the door. When you opened it, Steve was standing in front of you, waiting with an oversized box in his hands.

“These are some of Ar- Miso?” he trailed off, waiting for you to confirm the name, and you gave him a tiny nod. “These are some of Miso’s toys. I just figured if she’s not staying at my place anymore…”

As if on cue, Miso strolled up to the door, and stretched her arms up on Steve’s leg, begging to be picked up. The man glanced at you for approval, and you gave a dismissive shrug before he set down the box, and held up the cat.

Steve frowned as he held her, and frankly, it pulled on your heart strings. You had to remind yourself that this man had been holding your cat captive for at least a week, and at most… who knows.

She clearly had a connection with him, and that was what intrigued you most. Miso was a very picky cat, and it was only occasionally that she found someone that she genuinely liked, let alone wanted to be picked up by. If you continued to watch the display of affection in front of you, you might just cave.

“Uh, I left something in the oven for a little too long, so I should probably go get that. Thanks for stopping by.”

Steve nodded, understanding that it was time for him to exit.

——

You should’ve seen this coming the minute Miso was back in your home. You stepped out of the shower one morning to find your front door slightly ajar, and your animal nowhere to be found.

You huffed, frustrated that just three days after you told yourself that your cat was completely indoor from that point on, she had escaped. She could literally be anywhere at this point.

In a whirlwind, you threw on a sweatshirt and pants, ready to go print out the missing posters that you had designed just a few days ago. As you slipped on sneakers, you realized something very crucial. She might just be at Steve’s place.

You groaned aloud, rubbing your temple as you thought of how difficult your cat was being. You were becoming a bit nervous to approach Steve, you hadn’t gotten off to the greatest start, and if your cat wasn’t there, things might just be awkward.

Regardless, you knew you needed to try, so you exited your own home, and knocked on the door of Steve’s.

A few moments later, he appeared with your cat in tow.

“Hey!” he paused and trailed off, “I never got your name before.”

“That’s what you care about right now?” you glanced down at your animal. “It’s Y/N, by the way.”

“Hi, Y/N. Miso and I were just enjoying breakfast, if you’d like to join us?”

Was Steve shooting his shot?

“I appreciate your offer, but I think I’m alright. I have to get back to work, and my cat is still in your custody,” your eyes flickered down to the animal who stood proudly by his side.

“Maybe some other time,” he shrugged. “You work from home?”

You nodded, then squatted down to get eye level with your cat.

“I’m jealous,” he chuckled. “Alright, I’ll stop bothering you now. Bye Miso, see you around, Y/N.”

You picked up your cat, who briefly dug her nails into the ground in resistance before submitting to her capture. As you brought her back home, you couldn’t help but wonder if you’d made the right choice.

——

Ever since you’d discovered Miso, or Arabella’s secret life, it’s like you couldn’t stop noticing her connection to Steve.

Some days, she’d be gone until the dead of night, when she’d meow and paw at your front door until you woke up. Other times she’d be laying in bed with you, and she smelled distinctly of your neighbor. Your cat had single handedly turned a stranger into a thoroughly integrated part of your life.

It was as if Miso was now your child, and Steve your ex-husband in a Cold War style custody battle, where Miso seemed to prefer her father. It was slightly disheartening. At the very least, you knew she was in good hands.

You held a throw pillow to your chest while you watched a rerun of a sitcom on your television, procrastinating in your work for as long as you possibly could. The sound of a knock on your door pulled you from your trance, and as you peeked through the peephole of your door, you saw a slightly distorted Steve.

Opening up the door, you gave him just the faintest hint of a smile, “what’s up, neighbor? Need me to grab you some treats for Arabella, or something?”

“Kinda the opposite,” he gestured with his head down to the cat squirming in his hands. “I’m gonna be gone on a mission for the next week or so. I just wanted to let you know that if Miso gets out, she’s not with me.”

Steve set her down on your carpet, and she happily collapsed at your feet, “keep her safe for me, alright?”

——

You took a deep breath as you approached his door, hoping he hadn’t left just yet. You fiddled with the sticky note containing your number, and polaroid photo of your cat in your hand, considering turning around and scrapping the idea all together.

It was silly to think that an Avenger would ever bother reaching out to you. You were probably overstepping anyway. Steve would think you were a freak and take full custody of your beloved Miso once and for all.

Going against your better judgment, you set down the polaroid-note combo and quickly slid it under Steve’s door. Whatever happened happened.

The next morning, you were pleased to receive a notification from an unknown number.

Send Miso pics?

You were more than happy to oblige.

——

Over the course of Steve’s week-long mission, you’d sent several pictures and videos of your cat doing random things. Trying to get on the table, sleeping on top of your dryer, and even playing with one of the toys Steve provided.

Surprisingly, Steve wasn’t as dry of a texter as you thought he’d be. He was eating up all of the Miso content, and would occasionally even ask for you to send more photos.

The final night of his mission, you were surprised when you received a FaceTime request, at first writing it off as a technical error (he was from a different time period, after all), but the follow up call demonstrated his intentions.

You cautiously picked up, the knot in your stomach growing as you did so, “hello?”

“Hi!” Steve greeted optimistically, the phone just a bit too close to his face. “Any Miso sightings?”

“Yeah, she’s actually sleeping on my foot right now,” you chuckled, flipping the camera so you could show her off in your dim, lamp-lit bedroom.

“So cute,” he hummed, “how have you been?”

“Me?” you laughed quietly, “I’m not the one on a top secret mission in god-knows-where. But I’ve been fine. How are you?”

“Honestly? I’m pretty tired. Kinda can’t wait to get home and see you and Miso,” he said in a quieter voice.

Your brain stalled out for a second. Steve was excited to see you? You hoped that you were reading this the right way, as you were more than willing to go with whatever it was that Steve was putting down.

“We’ll be expecting an immediate visit from you, then. I’ll let Miso know that she needs to start kneading a bread loaf for you as soon as possible. Any idea of what time you’re getting into D.C.?”

“Probably late morning, but it really depends on when Natasha gets up.”

You had a moment where you realized that you were talking to a real life superhero, and he had just referenced his friend… who was also a superhero. You paused for a second.

“Y/N? Hey, you still here?”

“Yeah! Yeah. I just zoned out for a sec. Well, you better get here safe or else someone is going to be very annoyed with you.”

Steve laughed softly across the line, and you adjusted yourself in bed, yawning softly.

“I’m sorry, I forgot how late it is over there,” Steve apologized.

“Don’t worry, I was up anyway. One of Miso’s boyfriends is pretty upset that he can’t come in here and spend the night with her.”

“Which one?”

“I think that grey one. I don’t really know what his voice sounds like, but she’s been leading him on lately,” you responded, eliciting a laugh from both you and Steve.

“Try to get some sleep, okay? I don’t need you snoozing while I come to visit our girl.”

“You are something else, Steve Rogers,” you said fondly, adjusting your phone one last time as you hugged a pillow. “I’ll get to sleep. See you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow. Sweet dreams, Y/N.”

You hung up, and cuddled into your pillow with a sigh. Calling your dreams that night sweet was an understatement.

——

You seemed to be Steve’s first stop after his mission, stopping at your door with his duffel bag still attached to his arm, and wearing a slightly dirty and much too small white t-shirt.

Expecting his presence, you quickly got the door and gave him a toothy grin.

“It’s so good to see your face without a screen,” Steve commented. Internally, you swooned.

“I could say the same for you, Steve.”

Miso had been summoned by the sound of Steve’s voice, practically sprinting to the door and meowing at him on the top of her lungs.

“Miso really appreciates you coming here to see her first,” you added as he lifted her up and quietly cooed into her wrinkly head. “Feel free to take her for the next few days. I’m sure she’s getting tired of me.”

Steve shook his head at you, and grinned, “that’s so sweet of you,” he briefly looked down at his wristwatch, and his brows raised.

“Shit. I have to go, but I promise to see you soon. I’m glad to see that everything is well. Take care, Y/N,” Steve began making his way back to his own apartment, and you watched him with the semblance of a frown.

You really needed to stop longing for the unobtainable.

——

You hadn’t heard from Steve in a few days following his return, and your brief interaction with him. Part of you wondered if he was avoiding you for some reason.

Your phone lit up the room as it went off, and you grabbed it to look at the notification you received.

A picture of Steve grinning with Miso sitting on his chest looked back at you with a simple message connected to it.

Wanna come over? :D

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #chris evans x reader #chris evans x you #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers fanfiction #captain america x reader #captain america x you #captain america fanfiction

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queenoftheworldisdead · 3 years

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I have a request with dark prompts and tropes/ kinks from the list.

The Dialogues:

“Please, I have to get home.”

“Don’t move a muscle.”

Tropes:

Stalking/obsession

Kidnapping

(With the character Andy Barber)

Thank you in advance.

Hard day's night

Warning: 18 + Only, dark theme, kidnapping, choking, bondage, non-consent, dubious consent, forced fingering, cream-pie

Note: hope you enjoy

Dark Andy x Reader

The parking garage was partially empty compared to when you first arrived to work. Your heels echoed off the cement garage walls as you searched for where you parked. Some days you were lucky to park on L3 the prized spot closest to the ground, but today you were late and in your hurry you couldn't remember if you were on L5 or L8.

With the car fob in hand you press the unlock button. The familiar beep signaled that you were further away than you anticipated.

*Honk

The loud car horn from behind had you jumping out of your skin and screeching at the top of your lungs. With your heart hammering in your chest you turned only to be immediately blinded by the car behind you.

Blocking the light with your hand, you realized you were wondering in the middle of the driving path. "Sorry" you shouted back, moving over to allow them to pass you.

The black sedan creeped up and idled beside you. You clutched your purse and moved over closer to the side as the window rolled down. You didn't have mace, but you were sure your purse was heavy enough to wheeled as a weapon.

"Sorry I scared you" Andy leaned over, smiling as he looked up at you. It was slightly jarring seeing him like that. He had been extremely combative towards your boss during the deposition, each session ending in a screaming match.

Mr. Thomas, the defense attorney you paralegal for, had always been mild tempered. The objections during Mr. Thomas's cross drew an ire that you had never witnessed before. It was as if he sought to provoke him on purpose. Tempers were so high that Judge Peters threatened both sides with contempt, forcing several recesses to cool them off.

A process that normally lasted a few hours somehow turned into three grueling days of high tensions and long nights going over transcripts.

"Sorry I was in the way. I forgot where I parked." You jiggled your keys, almost embarrassed.

"Get in I'll help you find it. It's really late and you shouldn't be walking alone in the garage like this."

The offer was nice, but getting into the car of opposing console would surely be frowned apron at your firm.

You were about to protest when he unlocked the passenger door. With a sigh of defeat you got inside. Thankfully Mr. Thomas parked in reserved parking on the lower levels. Far from the general parking on the upper floors that you used.

"I assume your late because of me" he laughed lightly as he slowly drove on.

"Yeah its safe to say you are correct" you dryly chuckled as you hid low in the seat. The garage was slightly empty, but you didn't want to take the chance of being seen as doing something inappropriate. Idiot why did you get in the car?

Aside from him being apposing console Mr.Barber made you feel uneasy. During the hours long deposition you would feel a weird tingle, that made you look up from your notepad only to look up and lock eyes with the DA. You shrugged it off as an intimidation tactic used to get under the skin of the opposition.

---

Clicking your fob again you listened for your car, but somehow you were now further than you were originally. "Oh gosh can we turn back? I think I' m further up."

Andy nodded as he continued down the path. The signs above indicating 'More parking turn left' and 'Exit turn right'.

"Why are you still here?" You questioned him as you searched. The deposition ran long, but it ended hours ago.

"Oh.." He said caught off guard as he made a right turn toward the exit. "I spotted an old colleague John Wilson. We chatted for a bit, didn't and realize how late it was until the old ball and chain called."

Your office had a few former district attorneys. Most left the DA's office for the more lucrative life of defense.

"Um Mr.Barber.. you needed to make the left to go back into the garage." You pointed back when Andy made the right turn toward the garage exit.

"You know I'm impressed by your professionalism." Andy ignored and continued down the wrong path. "Thomas is lucky to have you on his team" he explained as he rolled to a stop behind a car inline to exit.

"Um thank you." You shifted in your seat at the impromptued complement. You hadn't done anything special or out of the ordinary. You just took notes like any other paralegal would.

Was he head hunting you? You heard about big firms doing stuff like that, but not for paralegals that were a dime a dozen.

Andy made no effort to change course and you felt increasingly uncomfortable as he inched closer to the exit.

"Um...you know I will just get security to escort me to my car from here." You pointed at the man in the glass box guarding the exit. "Thank you" you reached over to touch the door handle and heard an immediate click of the lock snapping shut.

"Don't move a muscle." You froze at his command.

"I wouldn't get out if I were you." He warned glancing at the rear-view. "Your boss might frown at you getting out of the apposing consoles car."

Stiffly you turned to peak over your seat, a cold chill fell over your body at the sight of Mr. Thomas car waiting in line behind Andy's in the queue. If you got out now you would be in deep shit. You slunk down low in the seat, in a veiled effort to hide. You shouldn't have gotten in this car. What the hell were you thinking?

"Come work for me" Andy casually grabbed his ticket to feed to the machine as he rolled to a stop. So this was just a job offer? If that was the case you were sure there were better ways to go about it. You had a nice chemistry with the old defense attorney and you were not interested in the stress of the DA's office or the pay cut you were sure to get.

"Um I'm not looking for a new job." You rejected him nervously. Hoping he would turn around and let you out.

"At least here my offer."

It seemed as you had no choice in the matter as he proceeded to pull out onto the road.

Your lips pressed into a frown. If you placate him, maybe he would let you go. He was a DA after all he wasn't going to hurt you tried to convince yourself.

"Fine, what is it?"

---

"Come work for me and I don't charge you with witness tempering"

Your eyes went wild at the allegation. "What!"

A lot of firms were dirty, but yours was not one of them. The cases you handled with Mr. Thomas didn't even rise to that level. At most he handled cases of over zealous brokers, financial fraud cases or embezzlement. The only time you ever came in contact with a witness Mr.Thomas was there with you. And even if it did you would never take penitentiary chances to get a leg up on the competition.

"Don't worry it's not true. I know your a good girl" he glanced over at you with a smirk. The praise graded you as you sat still stunned. "But that won't stop me from charging you. I'm willing to bet that until you get yourself untangled from the mess I am going to make of your life, your boss and his associates wouldn't think twice about letting you go."

You stared at him in disbelief. You barely said two words to this man, yet he was ready to blow up your life. And for what? For you to work for him? "And from what I know of paralegal salaries I would bet you could afford a public defender at best."

"Mr. Thomas would defend me" you scoffed.

"I wouldn't count on it. Because I would take him down too if he tried." He was serious.

You fell back on the seat as your head swam with the madness. You tried to think what you could've done to bring this on.

You had been to the DA's office a handful of times so when you saw the familiar building in the horizon you shrunk further in the leather seat.

Andy pulled into a reserved parking spot as the clock crept closer to midnight.

You didn't belong here. Maybe if you got out you could run for it. Make a mad dash somewhere and call the cops. But what would you say? The DA threatened you with a job, kidnapped you and took you to his office? They would think you were insane.

"Let's start your interview." He announced as he killed the engine. You pursed your lips and frowned deeply.

You were being made to interview for a job you didn't want nor ask for.

“Please, I have to get home.”

Andy paid you no mind, slamming the door in the face of your plea. Your eyes followed him as he headed toward the stone steps to the building.

What did he expect for you to do? Show up tomorrow at your office and sit on prosecutions side? You doubted the judge nor your boss would allow that to fly.

You watched him as you stayed paralyzed in the car. This had to be a joke or a dream. Had you slipped in the parking garage earlier and bumped your head. You tried pinching yourself to snap out of it only to be disheartened by the gravity of this situation.

---

Andy led you down the empty hallways, until he stopped at a door that bared his name.

You stood back while he unlocked it and motioned you to go inside. You couldn't move, dread cemented you in place. It was a miracle he had got you to come this far.

Andy tsked and shook his head in disappointment as he walked inside.

You tried to play back every encounter, every word you could've uttered that could've spearheaded this, but there was nothing.

You would've been surprised if he even knew your name, you couldn't even recall it being mentioned during the depositions.

While you drowned in despair Andy shimmed out of his blazer, tossing it on a chair off to the side.

"You're wasting your potential with Thomas" Andy declared, perching himself on the edge of his desk.

"I can tell your very focused and career driven." He continued on. It was surreal, watching him unbutton and roll up his sleeves. Like a disappointed father ready to reprimand their child.

"I noticed it from the start." The anticipation of what was to come became too much under the weight of his stare. You hugged yourself defensively while warm Tears streamed down your cheek.

It was as if he were a wolf ready to swallow you whole. You squeezed your eyes shut unable to hold his stare.

"Eyes on me" he said firmly. You sniffed uncontrollably as you forced them back open. "Good girl" Andy praised, adjusting his cock. He delighted in this, wetting his bottom lip, reveling in your discomfort.

"With a little more discipline and guidance you will reach your full potential. And I want to help you do that" Andy grunted as he loosened then knot of his tie.

Andy stayed sat before you unmoved by your tears as he slipped the fabric from around his neck, pulling it taunt with one hand while wrapping it around the other.

"You just need a firm hand to mold you. Or you can stay out there and watch as I turn your world upside down."

What could you say? He had you where he wanted you. You held your head low, sobbing to yourself as you approached him. You were no match for the power of the DA's office.

Andy rose from his perch and circled you like a shark with blood in the water. "Hands behind your back." He whispered into the shell of your ear. You looked back at him eyes wet with tears pleading. He sighed disappointed again taking matters into his own hands. You whimpered as he pried your hands from their hold, forcing them behind your back.

"Please Mr. Barber " you chanted as he encompassed your wrist with the tie. Knotting it so tight you feared for the circulation of your hands.

---

Andy's firm body pressed against you, his arms wrapped around you, roaming your body freely. The fabric of the tie burned as you struggled to free yourself. He ripped open your cheap blouse with ease, groping your breast over your bra. You withered in his embrace, unable to fight back.

"You made it hard to concentrate" he hummed into your neck while he played with your hard nipples over the fabric. The heat of his breath and the kneading of your breast electrified the coil that tightened in your core.

You tried to crouch into your shoulders, but Andy cupped your chin harshly. Forcing you to expose your neck to him and endure his assault. You went rigid when his other hand started to trail down your abdomen, tunneling past your waistline in desperate pursuit of your mound.

"Sitting so quiet, taking notes."

Your tears glazed Andy's hand as he forced you to look at him as he plunged beneath the elastic of your panties. His eyes clouded with lust at the sight of your facial contortions. Your clit buzzed as his fingers moved over it. You clamped your thighs tightly around his palm in an effort to stop further intrusion, but he pressed on. Rubbing firmly against your mound repeatedly, sparking an unwanted warmth. You felt shame and guilt as heat pooled in his hand.

"Hmmm so ready to be my perfect little helper." Andy purred.

"Are you ready to be molded by me" he teased. Andy pushed his fingers inside of you, releasing a gasp you could not contain.

"Fuck you're so tight" Andy cursed in your ear while he fingered you.

You bit down on your lip to stop the moan trapped in your throat. The embarrassing wetness, the involuntary moans, it was as if your body no longer belonged to you. Andy manipulated you like a puppet on a string.

You exhaled deeply when he pulled his fingers from you and released your neck. You panted from the over stimulation.

He built up a need and left you cradling on the edge. Without warning Andy spun you by the shoulder to face him.

"Look at you my needy little helper. Ready to learn." He smirked at you.

Your eyes went wide when he began unfastening his belt. You didn't want to find out what he would use that for. Your flight response started to kick into high gear as he closed the space between you.

Reflexively you took a step backwards, almost stumbling to the floor when you tripped on the leg of the chair behind you.

There was no way out of the room without going past him. You doubted you would get far even if you tried. The back of your legs hit his desk, halting your movements.

"Gonna be my perfect little helper?"

You opened your mouth to finally scream, but Andy swiftly rushed you. The grip on your neck felt deadly as you croaked. He leaned his weight on you, tipping you over until you slammed hard on his desk.

Whatever trinkets he had on his desk dug into your back and arms painfully. Andy wedged himself between your thighs, and haphazardly fumbled with his pants. Pushing them down with one hand as he kept you pinned with the other. You bucked and squirmed when you felt his need pressed on your pelvis.

Your skirt had rode up past your waist leaving your thin panties the last line of defense.

"Don't do this please Mr. Barber please I'll work for you please." Choked out incoherently.

You bucked more feverishly when he yanked your panties to the side. The tip of his cock lined up against your entrance.

"That's it. That's my good little helper. So wet for me." Andy praised as his sunk into you as he kept a firm hold on your neck. Your pussy pulsed around him as you strained to adjust. He made you painfully full.

Andy lifted up your left thigh, allowing himself to sink deeper. The added weight of him on top of you married with the pain from your arms.

His focused grip on your neck helped muffle your mewls, but not the sloppy sounds of your cunt. You turned away from his face as he rolled his hips into you. Only to be met with the smiling faces of his family. The facade of his wholesome life seemingly entrained by your predicament.

"Perfect little cunt fits me so well."

Your pussy clenched with every praise to your shame. There was no way to bite back the need he fed deep within you. Your stomach tensed as a staggered moan fell from your mouth.

Your feet curled in the air as your thighs squeezed around him. You felt of mix of shame and disappointment as you came around his cock.

Loosening his grip on your neck Andy could no longer hold himself back. He filled you to the brim, his seed seeped out of you as you milked him dry.

He laid on you briefly, panting heavily before pulling off. Carefully adjusting himself as he watched his cum drizzle down your raw cunt. "Get yourself cleaned up. We have cross in a few hours."

#Dark Andy Barber x Reader #Dark!Andy!Barber x Reader #Dark Andy x Reader #Dark!Andy x Reader #Dark!Andy!Barber x Black!Reader #Dark!Andy!Barber x Black Reader #Dark Andy Barber x Black!Reader #Dark Andy Barber X Black Reader #Dark!Andy x Black!Reader #Dark Andy x Black Reader #Dark Andy X Black!Reader #black writer #asked and answered

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neko-rogers · 3 years

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hey!! I’m not sure if your inbox is still open but I thought I’d send this just in case! what would you think abt a dark!peter who’s obsessed w s/o and offers to have her stay with him during like the stay-at-home pet of covid so she’s not alone then when it’s lifted he’s like lol you’re not leaving. sorry that’s kinda long and super specific. i absolutely love your writing though!!💗

Jamie All Over

words: 2,040 (no, i should be sorry bc this was chaotic)

tags: didn’t expect it to be this LONG, manipulative!peter parker, grooming, overprotectiveness, slight mentions of sex, don’t expect too much lmao its a headcanon

a/n: hi babe! i wasn’t entirely sure if you wanted this as a one shot (but if u do let me know!)

so you’re pretty unaware of every move peter is trying to do with you, you know? you were not really sure if it was a kind gesture, as the gentleman he seemed to be, or was it just a special treatment

ever since second year and until now as both of you were on your fourth year, he was consistent with his efforts

these moves were moments like when he would carry your books to your next class or confidently invite you to a study ‘date’ at the library after – often times he tells that his friends were invited, but would never show up later on

sometimes he would bring you lunch. you tried to turn it down kindly, but he insists that it was purposely packed as an extra for when he stays late around the university.

it was a lie though. anyone could tell by the way it was prepared looking very appetizing and tasted just as amazing at it was presented.

and as peter had mentioned that he lived alone, you also assumed he was the one to make his meals. you were so sure he doesn’t pack for an extra and intentionally wants to impress you with his skills.

“hey, y/n!,” he calls, “look this eggroll has a cute design!”

he honestly was an epitome of a walking sunshine. his smile seemed so pure and you never felt any ill-intent for every gesture he had done for you

his friends seemed very welcoming the moment he introduced you to his group

you got along with ned who seemed to be just as joyful and funny as peter. meanwhile mj was a bit more of a tough cookie, nevertheless you both eventually got a long better than you expected

however, it came to one point wherein your own group of friends started being disheartened with your lack of communication

“you’ve been spending more time with that parker boy, huh?” “yeah, kinda?” “are you two like... dating?” “oh no! no... no... nooo!”

the moment they frowned at you was then that you realized and felt a little more guilty. you always remembered that friends were supposed to be friends despite the lack of time and effort, right?

somehow you tried to compensate for the lack of time with your friends. but every minute you spend felt more awkward than before

they weren’t sharing the same vibe with you and you were starting to question if it had been always like it – were you only adjusting to them?

you reached out for peter, considering that he became one of the closest and trusted people around the university. plus, he seemed to have genuinely great friends

“do you feel happy when you’re spending time with them?”

“well i used to but recently–”

“then you should stop being friends with them.”

you were upset for a second. the way he instantly told you that cutting ties with them would be the (only) option

he sounded serious on the other end of the line and you were just speechless for a moment. the dead air between lines was evident, but you didn’t know what to say

“sorry,” peter makes up, “i didn’t mean to sound too serious. i just don’t like people who are rude, especially to you.”

“oh, it’s fine. i totally get it.” you felt a batch of butterflies around your stomach. someone actually cared for you!!!

the moment you didn’t hesitate on losing your friendship with your past friends and moved on with joining peter’s group, things felt lighter.

somehow you felt more expressive than you realized. they were open to your ideas and thoughts, just as you were with them. you felt super comfortable and realized that you weren’t holding back on anything anymore

that’s why you had expected your winter break to be better than your past ones

everyone agreed to skate around the ice rink in rockefeller for christmas. along with it, also spending new year’s eve at the time square

news flash: you finally had the cliche new year’s eve kiss, with none other than peter parker!!! hooray!!!

for anyone who had common sense, your feelings for peter had accentuated. you weren’t denying it either, and the boy wasn’t oblivious to it too

he was just so irresistible and kind to you, like, all the time – to surreal, honestly

you felt and KNEW you were spoiled with peter (and his friends, who liked to spend time with you outside too, just not as much as him)

just as you were planning your spring break activities, it had to be postponed for another time

a lockdown had to be implemented around the country as it was under the state of a pandemic

mj and ned told the group that they’ll be with their families since lectures had to be concluded for the mean time

you planned to do the same, but you expected that this situation wouldn’t last long. so you chose to stay in your dorm rather than return to your hometown

completely sucks since you not only don’t get to hang out with your friends, but you weren’t able to see anyone in person...

until you got a text from peter

he was literally inviting you over his apartment since he explained that he wasn’t returning home either

you practically rushed to pack a small amount of clothes for a sleepover whilst not forgetting to wear a mask (bc it’s fucking important ok)

you arrived at his address and a big warm hug ensues

his unit was so tidy and you were convinced he did it to impress you

peter was so happy to see you, acknowledging that you’re also spending a few nights with him

the nights mostly consisted of eating snacks and binge watching movies

however during one of those nights, both of you got a bonus – making out on his couch and further, completely forgetting the television

making out with peter wasn’t awkward at all. most of the time he was the one in control, which you didn’t mind

his hands treated you so gently but the way he teased you made you crave for more than what he was offering

a lot of whining, swearing, and begging – you weren’t aware but he was enjoying it a lot

on his side, he did praise you from time to time, but most of it consisted of raw tension and actions. the room was full of grunts and short breaths

just want to include how sexy peter would be while he moans all over you. like his whole sunshine personality just drained away the moment he places his hands on either sides of your waist

the next day you felt like a princess even though you know it shouldn’t be???

apparently peter prepared breakfast for you and you felt embarrassed walking around his place only in the shirt you wore yesterday and underwear

just when you thought the extra lunch he packs for you was already amazing, the breakfast he prepared whilst being fresh and hot was just incredible

“you really like it?”

“of course! you really have to teach me to cook sometimes”

peter laughs and jokes, “yeah, don’t worry. i feel like we’ve got a lot of time ahead.”

ok fast forward to a few more days when you were beginning to feel like a freeloader. he lets you borrow a few of his clothes as yours were in the laundry

by the time you wanted to stop by your place, peter started to be more... clingy

at first he didn’t want you to go but after a few more debates, he felt defeated and instead insisted on going with you

eventually you caved and let him. it wasn’t that bad either, he talked to you about a lot of things on the way leaving you entertained the whole walk without realizing how far it had been

he helped you ‘pack’ more stuff so you wouldn’t be going back and forth from his place and yours. you felt like you were going out of town for a month with the amount of clothes and products

both of you returned to his place around late afternoon. you felt pretty tired and didn’t hesitate to pass out on the living room couch

when you woke up you sensed that you were in peter’s bedroom, meaning he carried and tucked you during the night

plus! an arm was wrapped around your midriff and you could feel peter’s breathing against your side

you closed your eyes and appreciated the moment. it was cute and made butterflies flutter around your stomach, and you tried not to move much to not wake him up

anyways apparently the pandemic lasted longer, and more serious, than expected (fuck the government and their incompetency)

you spent more time with peter and was thankful that you didn’t spend this quarantine alone

within a blink of an eye, a month and a half already had passed. you couldn’t deny that most, or all, days have been unproductive

eat, cook, watch tv, cuddle, fuck, repeatedly get spoiled??? yeah sounds like the dream

weird though because you haven’t completely brought up to peter if you’re actually in a relationship with him. oh no were you just friends with (a lot) of benefits??

but you also felt like it wasn’t the time to bring it up. neither of you were saying anything so it was best to let it be for the fear that things might go downhill from there

anyways this continued for more weeks, especially since the ‘stay-at-home’ policy was deemed necessary

you started to help him do errands around the apartment just to feel like you weren’t an actual freeloader – but it wasn’t a surprise when he kept insisting that you should relax

more cute moments

more sexy times

and more cuddles during night (peter’s grip became tighter every night, but you shrugged it off assuming that it was just you getting homesick and overthinking)

ok but when you brought up being homesick and mentioned that you planned peter wasn’t entirely happy about it

the way he acted wasn’t just clingy. he insisted that he’d be the one to go and that you were staying

“ok but i’m not a dog, peter?” “i know, honey, but it’s too dangerous outside. i wouldn’t want you to be at risk.” “i wear a mask?? i follow health protocols?? i’ll be fine??” “you don’t understand–”

oh god he was becoming controlling

you tried not to argue anymore, rather ignoring and pushing past him to proceed to the door

and peter instinctively wrapped an arm around your waist and prevented you from walking further

there was a lot of struggling, but you didn’t know he was this strong. literally what the hell.

you tried to scream too but he pretty much threatened you to your core

“let’s talk this out,” he grunts as he secures his grip around you

“the hell? let me go!”

things got more complicated. he did convince you to talk with him (by means of tying your arms and legs to incapacitate you from running and righting)

it was a nightmare. he was really soft and sweet with you, even getting teary eyed after stating, “i only want what’s best for you... for us”

however you could sense the manipulativeness through it despite being making everything else look convincing

“trust me, sweetie, i wouldn’t want to hurt you. it would crush me” “please don’t cry. i’m only protecting you” “people are disgusting, they don’t deserve an angel like you” “don’t worry, i can protect you”

it terrified you to your nerves, sending shivers across your spine

at first you didn’t realize it, but eventually after days of being trapped, you figured he had been grooming you the whole time

he tried to make you dependent of him and somehow he did a fine job. just not enough to completely exploit you

though, it made you question what would have been better in your situation: being conscious of his sly nature with the hope of escaping or being unaware and completely wrapped around his finger whereas letting him continue how greatly he had been caring for you?

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hannie-dul-set · 3 years

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sins of lust [yoon jeonghan]

“lust /ləst/ — the mind governed by the flesh is death, but the mind governed by the spirit is life and peace - romans 8:6″

LUCKY 7′S MASTERLIST

PAIRING | yoon jeonghan x female! reader GENRE | college! au, borderline smut, angst WARNINGS | nsfw themes obviously lmao but no actual doing the dirty because i can’t write smut for shit, swearing, jeonghan is the literal devil WORD COUNT | 4.5k

a/n: I’M SO VERY SORRY THATTHIS IS SUPER LATE ; - ; but anyways!! this is my last piece for our luck 7′s collab with @haokyeom :D this was,, very out of my comfort zone but i still do hope that you enjoy :’>

Your mother had always told you to never trust strangers.

“They’re like foxes,” your mother had once said as the both of you gazed through the window of your small cabin beside the thick walls of trees in the woods. Her hands rested gently over your small shoulders, and you two eyes the coat of orange fur speeding through the outside, a familiar stuffed animal hanging limply by its mouth. You had accidentally left it outside while you were playing.

You frowned upon seeing the animal disappear into the trees, and even at your young age, you knew that it was lost forever.

“They take what they can without a hint of remorse. You wouldn’t even know until you see them running away,” you looked up at your mother who stared into the distance with eyes stained in sadness. You turned around, hugging her waist and burying your face into her stomach, and she released a laugh as she patted your head. “My Y/N’s a smart girl, right? Never forget mommy’s words, okay?”

And you did. For eighteen years, you had lived with only the company of your mother, your homeschool teachers, and your precious cat, Salem. There were times when your grandparents would visit, usually during the holidays, but you weren’t exactly close with them (they didn’t seem to like you, either). It was only when you had finally entered college when you were given the chance to actually mingle with other people, especially people that were your age, and it was the first time that you had left to live on your own outside of your homey cottage beside the woods.

Initially, your mother was against the idea of you living in your campus’ dorms, especially the fact that you had to live with another person that you knew nothing of. You weren’t keen on the thought either, but it was far more reasonable than commuting every single day to the city all the way from the middle of nowhere.

At least your roommate was never around.

‘Staying over at Johnny’s xx,’ you sighed upon seeing the text message, and you stepped forward in the light when the person before you did as well. It was only the third week of the semester and you were already wishing for things to go back as they were.

A part of it was your fault for being socially inept, generally avoiding people and not even talking to anybody unless talked to. Your mother’s words rang into your head every single time, and naturally you had built up a wall. This wall was what made you feel comfortable, made you feel safe— you don’t trust anyone here, and it would be better to finish your studies without getting personally tangled with other people.

“Hi! What can I get you?”

Though, there were indeed times where you wished that you were at the very least not so awkward.

“A regular americano,” it took you so much strength to squeeze that out of our esophagus, relieving the tightened airway with a breath of relief when the barista nodded at your order and jotted it down. Hurriedly, you went to sit at an empty table, your racing heart making you move quicker than necessary. God, you wondered how many more trips to campus cafe would it take until you finally got the courage to order without feeling you were being held at gunpoint.

You huffed, squeezing your eyes shut. At least you didn’t stutter today, so that’s improvement.

Stop deluding yourself, Y/N. You’re still—

“Whoa. Careful, now.”

A thud. The feeling of warmth fluttering over your shoulders. An unfamiliar sweet voice seeping into your ears. And you looked up.

“Are you okay?”

His steady grip had left your shoulders but the traces of his warmth were still buzzing over your clothed skin like mini fireworks erupting when he made contact, and when you met his concerned eyes, it felt like you were about to reach the climax of the light show. He didn’t say anything, only waiting for the confirmation to fall from your lips with a worried look on his face. Your heart was still racing, but it was in a completely different rhythm.

You had once felt your heart threatening to bounce off of your chest out of fear, and at times due to excitement. Your pulse rising due to nervousness was already like an unwanted friend to you.

But this.

What is this?

“Miss?”

“I, uh—” the man shot you a smile that was devoid of any malice despite you being a stuttering and mess that was frozen in place. Heat rushed to your cheeks while you were trapped underneath his gaze. You wanted to move but it felt like your mind was completely detached from your body, soaring above your head because you can't seem to grab a hold of it. But with enough willpower, you managed to squeak out a small “sorry’ before shuffling away to the farthest seat possible with your head down.

When you sat yourself on the seat, the first thing you did was look up to the direction of the male, only to see an empty space. You bit down your lip, hastily taking out your laptop from your bag and just move on from what happened, but the racing of your heartbeat refused to let it go. Was this… normal? You let out a choked groan, removing your hands from the keyboard to bury your heated face into your palms. There were times where you hated that you were so sheltered, and this was one of them.

If only your mother wasn’t so protective of you, if only she let you live a normal life, if only—

Your phone started buzzing.

Slowly, you sat up and took out your phone from your jean pocket, and the pace of your heart was slowed down by a surge of guilt.

‘How were classes today, honey? I hope you drank enough water today. Even when I’m around, you always seem to forget. The weekend is just around the corner. Are you coming home?’

You smiled. Of course, your mother had only wanted what’s best for you. Finally relaxing your muscles, you adjusted your position on the chair and silently tapped on our phone.

‘Classes were fine, mom. And that was before! I’ve been drinking a loooot of water, you know? Do you want me to…’

The next day had come. You quietly entered the near barren classroom, the early morning rays leaking through the open glass windows on the wall. You liked this class mainly because not a lot of people are enrolled in it— even if it meant sacrificing a few more hours of your sleep. The less people to deal with the better.

I’ll just take a nap later after lunch. You thought to yourself as you let out yawn, your palm hovering over your mouth as you did. You arrived a little earlier than usual, so there was still an ample amount of time to review for a test for a different class before your professor arrived. You recalled your conversation with your mother yesterday, and you were slightly disheartened when you told her that you couldn’t come home for the weekend because you had a lot of things to finish that required you to be on campus. Even if you wanted to go, you couldn’t risk lagging behind your work.

A few more people entered your peripheral as you were scanning your notes, and you took this as a signal to put it away. You pulled your bag over your lap and tucked in your notes neatly before pulling out your laptop. More people started flooding and you noticed that the seat beside you was now occupied.

“You seem fine today.”

You jolted, the familiar voice entering your ears causing the veins underneath your skin to start buzzing. The moment you turned your head to your side, you were met by a small smile from the man that you bumped into yesterday. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“I-it’s fine.”

Has he always been in this class? You’ve never seen him here until now. Then again, you didn’t really pay attention to the faces around you. The gap between your chairs seemed a little too close for your sanity, so you scooted a bit farther to the left.

“Are you feeling alright now?” his voice caused you to abruptly freeze as you tried to discreetly move your chair without being exposed, and you bit down your tongue. As if he noticed the sudden distance between you two, he thoughtlessly moved his chair closer. “You didn’t look too well yesterday considering how dazed you were.”

Why was he talking to you? A lot of people did try to befriend you during the first few days, but it gradually stopped upon them seeing how dismissive you were. “O-oh, I’m fine, uh— sorry for bumping into you,” he had his elbow propped on the table, his cheek resting on his palm as faced you, a seemingly permanent smile on his face that you’ve been desperately trying (and failing) to avoid. Maybe isolating yourself from the rest of the world dulled down your ability to perceive normal human emotions like the stuttering of your heart was trying to tell you.

Jesus, you thought that you were going crazy.

“That’s good to hear,” he hummed, turning his attention to the laptop screen before him. “My name’s Jeonghan, by the way.”

Jeonghan. You repeated in your head. Why did finding out his damned name feel like 200 pounds of gratification? Maybe you were really going insane. He cocked his head to your direction, the curve of his lips that never disappeared aiming directly at you, but they did not part to say anything. Jeonghan looked like he was waiting for you, which caused you to intermittently panic because why in the world was he just staring at you like that?

“It’s not fair that I gave you my name but I don’t know yours.”

Oh.

“Y/N,” your cheeks flared as you spoke, diverting your eyes from him out of embarrassment. “It’s Y/N.”

He released a light laugh before nodding in affirmation, and you swore your heart was trying to run away from you in condonation. It felt like hours had passed it between the seconds of your small exchanges, causing you to wonder when your professor was going to enter and distract you from the fervent blows on your ribcage.

It didn’t seem like your professor was arriving any time soon— the guy was always late so you weren’t even remotely surprised but for the love of god, he could’ve made an exemption today. Your eyes flickered over to Jeonghan’s space on the long table, and you saw him scribbling indecipherable doodles on what was once a blank sheet. You bit the inside of your cheek, debating with yourself over and over again until one side of your mind finally overtook your senses and sensibilities.

You jumped into the ocean when you’ve never even stepped into a lake.

“I—I never noticed that you were in this class until today.”

It took a lot from you to say that one simple sentence, the words barely squeezing past your throat, and you realized just how pathetic you were. Luckily for you, Jeonghan didn’t seem to mind the lapses in your voice, the diversion of your eyes, or the way your fingers nervously thrummed over the white coated desk. Even if he did, he didn’t say anything about it, only sending that angelic smile on your way.

“Really? I’ve noticed you since the first day,” he started. “To be frank, I’ve been meaning to talk to you for a while now, but you always looked like you didn’t want to be bothered.”

“You— you wanted to talk to me? Why?”

He shrugged. “You seemed cute,” there was a slight pause before he continued. “And I was right.”

You blinked, gawking at him. Jeonghan was saying such— such unprovoked things without a hint of shame while your face was flaring like it just made contact with the sun. In the middle of you trying to recover, your professor had finally decided to walk in, capturing the attention of Jeonghan and everyone else inside the class. You released a breath that you didn’t know that you were holding and lightly tapped both of your cheeks in attempts to lower your ever rising temperature. You caught the male beside you laughing a little, and when you slightly turned your head to face him, you were struck defenseless with a playful wink.

It was quiet for the rest of the class, but you couldn’t focus. Not when your mind was making a lot of noise, not when your heart was about to explode inside your chest.

And definitely not when the pretty boy beside you kept on shooting you glances in between.

“Do you like movies?”

Jeonghan asked the moment he sat down beside you, and your brows raised at his sudden question. It had been a week since your first encounter with him, and within those few days, you’ve been seeing more and more of him. You weren’t sure if it was a coincidence or if he’d been deliberately trying to squeeze himself into your life.

But what did you know? Nothing. That’s why you let him.

“I do,” you answered, a small smile tugging at your lips. You remembered the times when you and your mother would watch countless movies in just a single day when you were feeling sad. You couldn’t leave the house easily, and when you did it was nothing but forest, forest, and more forest. Sometimes you were lucky to come across a wild hare, or sometimes even a small deer. Which reminds you— it’s been a while since you’ve gone home. You took a mental note to schedule some time for you to go back there.

Your curious eyes flickered over to Jeonghan. “Why?”

“There’s a film festival this weekend,” he leaned back against his chair, legs crossed and arms swinging lazily at his sides until he raised one hand to your face, a finger poking your cheek. “And I’m taking this pretty girl with me.”

“What?”

You gaped, dumbstruck. His lips were pressed into a brazen smile as his eyes were gleaming at you while you were still frozen in shock. He didn’t even ask you— did he think that you were just going to go with whatever he’s saying that easily?

“I—I haven’t agreed to anything!” you rebuked with a quick stammer, which caused a frown to replace the previous smile on Jeonghan’s face.

“But I thought you said you liked movies,” he sat down straight, the legs of his chair making a noise upon meeting the floor. The unabashed pout on his face, accompanied by the confused furrowing of his eyebrows, soon dissipated from his features when he let out a sudden gasp. “Wait, are you saying you don’t want to go with me?”

“I-it’s not that! I’m just—”

You couldn’t come up with any words to follow, distracted by the pained expression that Jeonghan wore. Was he just overreacting to mess with you? Was it fake? Or was he really hurt? Your ineptitude to social cues made you want to rip your hair out of your scalp. Once more, you quickly looked at him before snapping your head away, harshly biting down your lip before taking in a sharp inhale.

“Okay, fine!” Jeonghan’s face lit up, the corners of his lips tugging upwards. “I—I’ll go with you.”

You refused to look at him with how much your face was heating up, but you heard him let out a satisfied hum. It was quiet for a moment, giving u the opportunity to relax your shoulders and release your breath. Looks like the professor is late again. You dug into your bag to take out your notes, relaying yourself before class actually starts, but your actions were halted when you felt a thin, cold object pressing lightly against your arm. You looked over to see a phone, and the phone was attached to a hand, and a hand which belonged to a Yoon Jeonghan who was twinkling at you with an expectant gaze.

“Your number.”

Any moment now you swore that you were going to melt.

Within seconds, you snatched the device from his hands, rapidly smashing down the few digits, and you shoved it back to him at the speed of light. How you wanted to throw yourself out of the window, right now. A quick buzz in your pocket distracted you from your internal meltdown, and you took your own phone out, expecting a text from your mother, but instead—

‘See you on saturday, pretty girl :) hehe <3’

You shot up to meet the smug smile on Jeonghan’s face, and you bashfully looked back down at the message on your phone, feeling a smile of your own blossoming on your face.

It was late at night when you two finished.

Jeonghan insisted on bringing you home, protesting when you said that you said you could make it your way back at the movies, protesting when you said that you can walk through the campus to your dorm building alone, protesting when you said that you can head upstairs by yourself, and now when you had finally reached your floor, he stopped protesting— but he didn’t seem to how any signs of leaving just yet.

“Did you have fun?” he asked in a quiet tone. It was near midnight, and neither of you expected that the festival would go on for this long. You nodded, laughing a little, back pressed against the door leading to your room. Perhaps you were feeling a little loopy and tired from all the movies you watched, some of the scenes that stood out to you still replaying in your head.

He smiled, a few tufts of his hair shadowing over his eyes. “I’m glad.”

“I took note of a few of the films that I really liked! I’ll probably rewatch them with my mom when I get home,” you beamed, and he chuckled at your enthusiasm. “What about you?”

You almost regretted that you asked. Jeonghan was silent for a moment, a pondering look on his face as his eyes stared at the side before quickly flickering back to you. His lips were curved into a playful grin as he ever so slowly closed in on you, causing you to melt yourself into the wooden surface of your door as your heart violently thundered.

“Do you want me to be honest?” he asked in a teasing tone. His face was barely hovering over yours, and you felt your nerves screaming at you to rest your racing pulse. He didn’t do anything, though, seemingly waiting for you to respond to his question, but all you could manage was a small nod. “I wasn’t really paying attention to the movies.”

Your breath hitched and your mind was a whir. What was he doing? The waves of your senses were pulsating in an uneven rhythm, causing you to stumble over your own presence of mind as it was gradually slipping away, replaced by a haze of an uncharted storm of emotions overtaking you.

Heat was rising and you didn’t know what to do.

“I would have paid attention if it wasn’t for this pretty girl distracting me the entire time.”

“Jeonghan!”

You exclaimed, your voice being louder than expected. “I-it’s getting late. Isn’t—isn’t it time for you to go?”

There was a nervous smile on your lips as you stared up at him, eyes quivering when you tried to meet his clouded gaze. You waited for him to go, to step away from his closeness so that you’d finally have enough room to breathe, but dropped an unexpected question.

“Do you want me to go?”

The silence was deafening.

Jeonghan waited for you to say something, but the answer was something you yourself did not know. He waited until he derived the answer from your lack of response, sending you a nod and a smile before turning away. Your eyes were shaky, teeth sinking into your bottom lip in your moment of an unprecedented assault of hesitation, head filled with white noise because you couldn't think— therefore you listened to the fever stirring your restlessness.

You grabbed onto the sleeve of his coat at the last moment.

There was a glint in his eyes when he turned around, a knowing look on his face as if he had been expecting it. Swift steps and an even swifter heartbeat chased after you and once again Jeonghan was mere centimeters away from you, his warm breath igniting fire against your skin. “You could’ve just said so, pretty girl.”

He didn’t even give you the chance to breathe when he captured your unguarded mouth with his.

The air brushing against your fevered skin felt different, especially when Jeonghan was all up against you, ravishing your parted lips until you felt your senses slipping away. God, you’ve never done anything like this before and your conscience belatedly rang in your ears the moment you felt his hot tongue claiming yours as his own. You let out a faint whimper, the voice at the back of your head yelling at you that this was wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong. This was wrong.

You barely knew him— ten days wasn’t enough for you to know him. But you were too drunk over this foreign heat of emotion unfurling in your core to listen to your better judgement. You shouldn’t have stopped him from leaving, you shouldn’t have let him graze his teeth over your skin, let his hands roam all over your your body, let the feeling him pressed roughly against you being the only thing your dizzied mind could think of

But fuck, it felt so good.

You blindly reached for the door knob as you let Jeonghan trail wet kisses on your neck, and with a clicking of the lock, the both of you disappeared into the darkness of your room.

You said that the first was going to be the last— your mother’s words like playing a mantra in your head to bring you to the edge of guilt. But a week had passed yet that “last” never seemed to surface.

“H-hi, mom. Yeah, I—I’m fine, don;t worry. My classes just ended and—ah!”

You bit down your tongue after releasing the uninhibited noise, gulping down when you realized that Jeonghan had no intentions of stopping his ceaseless attacks from your jaw all the way down to your chest. There was fear trickling in your veins as your mother was still at the end of the line, possibly hearing the indecent sounds coming from her own daughter. You tried your best to remain quiet, but it started to become impossible when you felt Jeonghan’s teasing fingers brushing over your clit. You stared at him with wide eyes, suppressing the violent waves crashing over you, but all he did was smile at you and kiss you cheek before pressing his fingers down.

A loud gasp fell from your quivering lips.

“Mm? Shouldn't you be keeping quiet, baby?” he mumbled into your jaw before pressing a down kiss, and you let out a shaky breath. The hand that you were using to hold your phone returned to your ear, and you were welcomed by the worried voice of your mother.

“O-oh, it was just Salem! The little guy suddenly jumped— jumped on my lap,” you trailed off with a hint of nervous laughter, and you met the mischievous glint shining in Jeonghan’s eyes. He removed himself from you, causing you to close your eyes in relief and let out a sigh. “Home? Ah, I—I don’t think I can go there soon, but I’ll make sure to— oh my god.”

You were too focused on your conversation on the phone to notice that Jeonghan was now buried between your legs, nipping at your inner thighs. You slapped your hand over your lips, suppressing your moans from his bites, kisses and licks. He shot you a look of warning, and your heart stopped when you felt his hot breath hovering over your core. Quickly, you fumbled out a farewell into your phone.

"S-sorry, mom, I—I have to go—"

Another week had passed and you started to feel the consequences of your decisions crashing over you like falling debris. Jeonghan and you still met frequently, but "good morning" and "good night" texts slowly fizzled into conversations consisting only of "can I come over?" and "are you free?". It left a heavy feeling in your gut when coffee dates and movie theatres were forgotten, replaced with nights in his or your room, and suffocating scenes in his car. You couldn't help but think that maybe you should have thought things through.

But you were weak.

Today was no different.

You were buried in your bed, thick blankets covering your figure as you watched Jeonghan swiftly pull a shirt over his head. He had an evening class after this and you couldn't blame him that he was in such a hurry. Even when knowing this, you still wanted to take your chances.

"Jeonghan."

You called out to him in a quiet voice, small and fragile and lacking in firmness. He stood in the middle of the room, ready to leave but he turned around to look back at you— even if it was stupid, it bubbled the faintest shimmer of hope. You pulled the covers closer to yourself, looking down at the crumpled white sheets as you pressed your lips together before saying.

"I like you."

He didn't say it back.

Instead he smiled at you, feet padding against your wooden floors as he walked up to you in bed, pressing a small kiss on your forehead before ruffling your already messed up hair.

"I'll see you tomorrow, pretty girl."

But you didn't see him tomorrow.

You didn't see him at all after that.

The seat beside you in class was now occupied by an abhorrent emptiness that made you want to drag your nails against your skin. You tried searching for him in the crowded walls of the large classroom, but he was either not there or hidden by the enormous mass of bodies. He left you with a heavy heart and the only one you could find yourself to blame was yourself. Your mother's words never stopped ringing inside your head since then.

It was like fate was laughing at you when you saw him again at the campus cafe— just like the first time you met him. You were in a hurry to leave when you accidentally bumped into him, your coffee nearly spilling from your hands. You parted ways without anything exchanged.

Your mother had always told you to never trust strangers.

Maybe you should have listened to her words.

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twisted-crumpets · 3 years

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Could i request the first kiss with fem!mc but with the vice dorm leaders, please? The other one was so good! 💕 Thankyou

Ayyyyy of course I can and welcome.

Also thank you for the kind words I really do appreciate them. 🖤

━━ Trey Clover ━━

Trey was always pretty observant and soon noticed how his feelings may not be as unrequited as he previously believed.

Pink blushes and eyes dreamily locked onto each other’s for too long was sort of a dead giveaway. However, Trey wished to formally explain his feelings for his S/O.

Unfortunately, an Unbirthday Party was coming up and whilst all of the treats were made, the roses were a far cry from done and Cater begged anyone who’d listen for help.

Hearing the third year’s desperate pleas, his darling decided to meet up with Trey so they could both tackle as many roses as possible.

The job wasn’t completely unpleasant, yes they both would rather be doing something perhaps a bit more enjoyable, but they both treasured each other’s company and the small talk was rather entertaining.

It wasn’t long before it finally clicked in Trey’s mind that they were alone and peered down at the girl who was honing her all into making a stubborn rose red.

“S/O, I’m sure you are well aware but I just wanted to say.. I love you.”

His darling nodded at first before taking a violent double take and glancing at Trey baffled and red at his casual confession.

“Hmm~ was it not obvious already? I would’ve thought you already knew.”

Teasingly chuckling at her, he pressed a gentle kiss against her crimson cheek, unable to hide his smirk. Cupping her warm face in his hands, he looked deep into her eyes to ask for permission before pressing his lips against hers.

The kiss was long and warm. It filled them both with a feeling of home and and comfort and neither of them wanted to leave.

Eventually, Trey pulled away, poking her still red face with his finger, unable to wipe his former smirk off of his face at her bashfulness.

The garden may not have been very finished, but they couldn’t care less when they had one another in their arms.

━━ Ruggie Bucchi ━━

Ruggie was worried. He always knew that he wanted to eventually confess how he feels to his love, but he knew that with essentially no money, he had limited resources.

Sneaking money out of Leona’s wallet little by little, Ruggie began to feel more confident in finding the perfect inspiration or possible gift for his beloved. As he stood in Sam’s shop, he felt a deep sense of regret for not just stealing a necklace to sell instead.

Prices so high it made him dizzy in the head and weak in the knees. Despair lingering in his chest.

That is, until he saw Trey buying some eggs which caused an idea take root in his mind. Baking was something couples did often and it did sound rather romantic. Plus, who was he to deny spending time with his love and filling his stomach for delicious doughnuts?

After class, S/O was nearly tackled to the floor by the blur that was Ruggie who had a strong determined look twinkling in his eyes.

“Shishishi sorry about that... hey! Uh before you go, I’ve been asked to make some treats by Leona, but I barely know much about it. Do you mind giving me a hand?”

Tentatively, his S/O nodded her head, eyebrow raised in bewilderment before parting ways, delighted and perplexed.

Making her way to the kitchen, she began to wonder what was in store. The hyena loved to play pranks, maybe he had one in store for her?

It was however a great relief to see the cheeky student frowning at the recipe as if it was in another language.

His ears cutely twitching hearing her giggles, his head shooting up and with a grin so wide that it could’ve split his face in two adorned on his face.

Hours passed and she couldn’t deny that the evening was very gratifying, with the happy chatter and raucous laughter that filled the room. When doing a count of the doughnuts that were laid out on her tray, she soon noticed one had gone missing and quickly informed Ruggie, teasingly questioning him about its whereabouts.

“Shishishi ahhhh S/O this has been gone for ages~~ you are too easy to trick!”

Placing it back on the tray, she observed the design on the surface, eyes widening to the size of dinner plates after resist to messy “I love you” scrawled onto the surface of the small treat.

Cooing at the sweet gesture, she wrapped her arms around the trickster and softly responded to his feelings, immediately feeling him let out a gigantic sigh of relief.

Pulling away slightly, she stared at his lips entranced before finally connecting them, a cute yelp escaping from the boy.

The kiss was sugary sweet and fluffy and many more was stolen by the playful thief, accompanied by booming laughter and warm doughnuts.

━━ Jade Leech ━━

The Monstro Lounge has always been a rather busy establishment and had many a particularly busy day. Today seemed to be one of them as the orders kept piling up and showed no signs of stopping. Tireless hours catering and cleaning, until finally the crowd has thinned until the room was empty once more and the Lounge was finally closed.

Weary and stressed, Jade decided to go to the school pool and unwind. The tranquil silence flooded the room and Jade slowly sank into the room watery depths, feeling himself becoming truly serene. Which was sadly interrupted by voices from above calling his name.

With a slightly irritated sigh, he heaved himself onto the pool’s edge, scanning his surroundings with narrowed eyes. That was until they befell onto his love and instantaneously softened.

“Oya? What are you doing here S/O? Surely it is due time for you to be back in your dorm?”

His stomach suddenly felt light and filled with his butterflies learning of his dearest’s concern for him and slowly shut his eyes, not expecting her to stay and hurried rush a variety of sentences jammed together creating one love fuelled mess.

Disheartened by the lack of reply, she went to leave, slightly embarrassed before she was stopped by a cool hand wrapped around her wrist, revealling a slightly pink Jade.

“I must inform you that your feelings are not unrequited.. I love you too, my flower.”

Tugging her wrist to kneel by the pool side, he tilted his head upwards and connected their lips, completely intoxicated by the contrast between their bodies.

Gasping for air, his darling didn’t notice the toothy smile spread across Jade’s face as he pulled her into the pool, wrapping her arms around his neck and connecting their lips once more.

Addictive kisses were stolen and exchanged and neither of them could ever wish for more as they melted into one another, hearts swelling with every touch.

━━ Jamil Viper ━━

Jamil was ready to pass out. His usual menial chores were increased tenfold as a result of Kalim and his impulsive decision to let his wild pets roam free inside the dorm.

The chaos of the day finally reaching its end, Jamil dragged himself towards his room, ready to sleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. Until, he set his eyes on his love sat patiently on his bed, instantly brightening and then furrowing her eyebrows in worry over the fatigue that seemed to radiate from every part of his body.

Ushering him to bed hurriedly, Jamil fought every urge to sleep as he inquired about why she waited for him at such a late hour.

When hearing her admit her worry for him, he scoffed and gently flicked her nose, thankful for the darkness of the room hiding the pink that was painted across his cheeks.

“That was rather foolish of you. This is my job and has always been, you don’t need to worry for me.”

He softened at her indignant whines of protest he brought her into a warm hug and sleepily murmured his feelings into her hair, blissfully unaware of what he just said until he felt his beloved stiffen up in his arms.

“Hmmmmm.... I love you, you know that right, Jewel?”

Calmly he apologised, unable to hide the slight disheartenment in his tone which left him as soon as he heard her shyly repeat his previous words.

Cradling her face, he pressed his lips to hers in a small tired kiss, lips moving in sync lazily. Tiredly pulling away, Jamil crawled under his covers and gestured for her to follow suite as he pressed his warm frame against hers and held her back close to his chest. His heart thumping wildly in joy, his brain still struggling to process the sheer amount of love he holds for his beloved.

“Goodnight my Jewel, I will wake you up in the morning.”

━━ Rook Hunt ━━

Rook had been acting suspicious. He already did have a shady appeal to him, but it was even more apparent than usual.

Whenever he appeared before her, his scent began to be rather sweet and fragrant and his hands where always stained green.

It didn’t help that he kept staring intently at his love like she was the last star in the sky, and despite his usual romantic bravado, this new behaviour screamed at her that he was planning something.

During the lunch break, Rook eagerly bounced up to her, hearts almost visible in his eyes, asking if she was free after school. Taken aback by his suddenness, she stood and stared for a while trying to gather her bearings. Agreeing apprehensively, she couldn’t hide the curiousity filling her eyes.

Upon hearing her reply, he could’ve sworn he entered heaven.

He almost launched her to the botanical garden, his heart running marathons, his mind a mess of thought out poems combining into one chaotic choir of infatuation.

With happiness radiating in every step, he took her to an picturesque area where an archway of orchids greeted them.

“Dear S/O, no amount of words could possibly describe how much my heart swoons for you, my love for you is as bountiful as the sea, encasing me in your radiance. This simple archway is a humble tribute to your golden heart, which I hope to one day own.”

Going weak at the knees at such a heartfelt confession, she responded with such excitability that could have put his to shame.

A stronger sense of devotion was glowing in the hunter’s eyes as he wrapped his toned arms around his love, span her in a circle, holding her close to his heart and kissed her with immense passion.

The kiss was fiery and warm and his darling could feel themselves melt even further into him.

The kiss went deeper and deeper, drowning them both.

Pulling away, Rook panted for air and presses his forehead against her’s.

“Hehe, ma bichette, our love seems to truly be written in the stars.” *

━━ Lilia Vanrouge ━━

Lilia was always very mysterious, but it truly did reach new levels of strange.

The mischievous fae had planned to hang out with his S/O a week in advance and seemed to be up to no good, with the telltale glint in his eyes being a dead giveaway.

Meeting up with his darling at her dormitory, he placed a hand on the small of her back, and began to lead her into the forest.

“Kufufufu I believe that in order for our small rendezvous to be truly enjoyable, one must insist for their guest to close their eyes and have faith in their partner. “

Apprehensively, she placed both hands into Lilia’s cold and calloused hands, shivering slightly at the temperature different between the two and closed her eyes, making her more aware of the sounds the dark forest created.

Sweet bird song and the light windy breeze clashed together in perfect harmony, gifting her the ability to completely relax and put her faith in the impish boy.

It felt as though they both had been walking for a millennia until she was finally stopped in her tracks, and the giggling from the man who was once before her turned silent.

Curiously, she opened her eyes and gasped in amazement. The scenery around her being nothing short of magnificent.

The moon had begun to peak out and painted the trees a beautiful silver. Small delicate beads of light flickering around, illuminating the forest gracefully.

Slowly turning around, she jumped at the sight of the usually talkative fae, quietly smiling lovingly at the innocent joy on his lover’s face.

“Sweet dove, the words I utter now are the words you are the true emotions that have taken flight within me. I love you. No, love isn’t enough, it scarcely passes as sufficient enough. There is no word that exists within any of the dictionaries in all the world that could possibly describe how much I cherish every part of you.”

Hearing her acceptance towards his feelings, he giggled so purely it reminded her of tinkling bells and elegantly dipped her, gazing at her loving expression that was aimed at no one but him and pressed his lips smoothly against hers.

He could’ve sworn that nothing fit quite so perfectly as the two of them, lips moving in sync, hearts beating a thunderous rhythm, joy and mirth beaming through their lovestruck grins.

*my doe

Thank you for this request and sorry it took a while, I was struggling with getting some of the characters right. I tried to make each confession specially tailored to how each character would go about love.

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travellingarmy · 3 years

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║Zhongli║Where Glaze Lilies Bloom

Requested from Wattpad.

Female reader as requested.

Word count: 1.7k

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Twice.

Twice had the amber-eyed male encountered two persons whom he learned to cherish, but then fall witness to a crushing sight of their cold and limp body, eyes dimmed of life. Both meeting and parting happening in the field where glaze lilies bloom.

He has seen countless of lives lost, but none were as disheartening as when the two people he cared for disappear like dust being swept away by the wind. One was his best friend and the other one- whom held a closer tie to his heart- was his lover.

That was many thousands of years ago, yet he couldn't help reminisce the times of old and the happy memories that blossomed like flowers with it. His heart felt heavier each day when he thought of what he could have done during the war to have saved the two he cared for so deeply so that they were there with him today and proudly talk about their accomplishments that they had earned together, but that unfortunately can't happen as he was the only one left of the inseparable trio.

He looks at the sunset in the horizon and sighs, closing his eyes and replayed the deaths of his friend and lover. It was around this time of day where the sun looked like a gem and glimmered like one that his lover had died. His best friend died days before amongst the field of blue and he and his lover both there to comfort her so that she could return to the soils like the God of Dust she was.

Then came his only ray of light in the calamity that surrounded them. He remembers all too clearly of that day and how he had held onto her body, pleading with tears dripping down from his face and hitting her cold ones to not leave him just like his best friend not too many days prior to her death. "You'll be alright, I promise. So, please, don't close your eyes!" He begged.

He watched as she weakily forces a smile and caress the male's face lovingly, flinching when he felt her cold fingertips. "Glaze lilies.. Guizhong.. Liked these flowers.." she had weaikly said, tears of her own starting to well in her eyes. "I.. I like them too.." She utters a few more words, trying to lighten up the mood as her eyes become more and more lifeless by the second. "Rex.. Promise me that you will do.. What Guizhong had said. Please, protect her people.." Her hand that caressed his cheek fall to her side as she took one last breath before joining her older sister in the afterlife. Even in her last moments of life, she had talked about her loving sister and his best friend, and now, she left, taking his heart along with her. He had cried and held her body close to his, not wanting her to become nothing but a memory, but to his sadness, her body had turned to dust like her sister's and slipped between his grasp, allowing the wind to take them.

Both meeting and parting happening in the field where glaze lilies bloom.

"Hey, earth to Mr. Zhongli." An all too familiar voice snaps him from his reminiscing and opens his eyes to be faced by none other than the eleventh Fatui Harbinger, Childe. "Childe, to what may I offer you this fine evening?" the funeral consultant asks, not a look of sadness seen on the man's face.

"Ah, nothing really.. I was walking past the docks when I saw you kind of just spacing out on the bench," the younger male states. "Is that what it looked like? Well, indeed you are correct," Zhongli says, not denying what the Harbinger had said.

"You okay, Mr. Zhongli?" Childe asks, taking note of how distant his Liyue friend had become lately ever since the Rite of Parting. "Of course, I am. What makes you ask that, Childe?" The male was caught off guard of the strange, yet reasonable question.

"It's nothing.. Anyway, I guess I will be heading off to Snezhnaya tomorrow. A shame that I won't be tagging along with the traveller for most of their adventures, but I'll meet them soon enough," he said and sighs. "Well, I best be off now." He bids goodbye to the quiet male and disappears amongst the flooding crowds.

Zhongli, the man who can ramble on with so much knowledge, was then left again to his own thoughts. He looks towards the sun that was setting down slowly, colour the same as his eyes, but there was a huge different. While the sun sets down with pride, his was filled with sadness and loneliness.

Tomorrow..

"Is the day of her death."

For the past two thousand years, not once had he missed a year to see the field that was slowly becoming barren of the blue flowers where his lover took her last breath and he wasn't going to miss it for the world tomorrow.

When the sun was still starting to peek through the darken sky, Zhongli was missing from his house, already out the gates and protection of the city and the Milleliths. Today, he didn't go in the form of Rex Lapis, but as a mortal called Zhongli and he wishes to have a one-sided conversation with the flowers and wind around to tell them about the recent events that took place not too long ago.

He soon see the field and the little flowers that he knew was soon to wilt away and blown away by a gentle wind. However, it wasn't so lonely and looked as if there was more of them than the last time he came by to reminisce and they also opened up their petals, meaning to say that someone had caused them to open up. He wondered as to who the person was, but that was soon answered when he heard soft singing in the distance.

Looking over to a tree amongst the field, he sees the back of a woman, leaning against it. More of the glaze lilies around started to bloom, showing their true beauty. But, this was not the reason as to why the tall male froze on the spot, heart starting to quicken; the song that the woman was singing was a song that no one in Teyvat knew. He remembers the song as he was always singing it for the flowers on this day. The song had been taken from someone else and that person was the only other person who knew of the words; the one who made it and sung it. It was her song.

He gulped back a lump in his throat and slowly approach the female in question, but accidentally stepped on a flower, making a crunching noise which alerted the female. She hastily stood up and turn around, eyes sharp and on guard.

Her hair length and its colour, her eyes and their colour, the size and shape of her nose, lips-- you name it. They were all the same as hers. His heart felt as if it stopped, yet was racing at the same time. The world also felt that it held its breath, making everything frozen, but leaving the two and the field still running with the flow of time. A gentle breeze swept across the field, rifling their clothing and hair, but the two stood their, not being bothered by it.

All the similarities was there and he had no doubt about it. His lover had came back.

You came back.

"Um, who are you?" your soft and gentle voice made its way to his ears and he realized that he was staring too long and making you feel uncomfortable. "Ah, my apologies. I didn't mean to alarm you," he starts, feeling a sort of ache in his heart when you couldn't recognize who he was. "I.. I was very moved by your song. Did you hear that from somewhere or someone perhaps?" He had to know if it was truly you or a look alike of you, but he was positive of it being the prior.

"Ah, you were moved by the song? That's actually the first time someone had said that- well, it's probably because they never heard it.." you mumbled the second part. "I actually made it up. Well, I'm not sure, maybe..? I've always been humming the tune since young and made the words soon after. It could be someone else's song that I've heard so I'm not quite too sure..?" You rambled on, contradicting your words and jumbling everything up. This made the male's heart light and felt his missing pieces starting to return.

He laughs, remembering that this was the way you used to act thousands of years ago with a heart as gentle, fragile, and beautiful as a gem. You were taken aback and felt embarrassed as you were not well with words. "Ah.. I made myself sound like fool, didn't I?" You scratched your cheek, averting your gaze to the ground and feeling something warm rise up to your face.

Zhongli's laughter quited down and looks at you with loving eyes and a warm smile. Oh how he missed you so. "What is your name, my dear?" he asks, pretending to not know your name. You look up at the handsome man, feeling your cheeks becoming more tingly at every detail on his face that you trace with your eyes. "I, I'm (Y/N), sir," you answered. Although you had never seen the man before, you felt as if you've known him far longer and had a feeling that you know what he likes, dislikes, and whatnot.

"(Y/N).. What a beautiful name," he says softly. Your heart races at the words, but you did not know why. Who was this man, you had asked yourself. "I'm Zhongli."

In this life, he thought, he will do his utmost best to give you a life full of happiness with him, but that would take a while since you were now a mortal with no recollection of the man you loved before then. However, he was fine with making you fall for him again, as long as you love him like before.

In the field of blue is where he met the reincarnation of his lover. And in that field, is where he knows you'll depart once more. But this time, he knows he will meet you again and will wait thousands of years just to see you again and make you love him just as before.

Both meeting and parting happening in the field where glaze lilies bloom.

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fantasydaydreamers · 4 years

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“Hitachi” Kaminari x Reader

Summary: The power in the 1A dorms goes out one stormy night and you forgot to charge your Hitachi Wand. Frustrated and horny, you debate whether your persistent release is worth it despite your tense muscles, still sore from training. If only there was a way for the damn toy to charge- oh...

Words: 3,636

Warning: Smut, Mutual Masturbation, a sex toy(hi, duh, its me)

Author’s Note: I was writing this for a request I have regarding a Kaminari x Reader fic but they asked for something just slightly different so I’m making this separate. Let’s have fun with our cute little sparkplug, shall we?

Lightning and thunder sounded from outside your window, rain pounding against the glass making you sigh in frustration. The intensity of the storm knocked the power went out sending the whole 1A dorm into darkness, and by the looks of it, not even the back-up generators were working. Just perfect.

The reason for your frustration was because you had planned a nice night for yourself.

After a long day of training, your muscles were sore and all you wanted to do was to release the pent-up stress that didn't alleviate itself during today's activities. What was going to be a satisfying night consisting of some self-love and quality time with your hitachi wand, quickly turned devastating at the realization it wasn't charged.

Pacing the room you felt like crying; frustrated and horny at the fact you'd forgotten to charge the damn thing this morning. Not like you expected the power to go out, but what were the fucking odds?! You could always use the toy when it was plugged in, but now that you were in this situation using it was not even an option.

Flopping on your bed feeling the hard wand press into your shoulder blade only pissed you off more as you carelessly squirmed on top of it, trying to push it aside. Raising your hand to the ceiling, you debate for a moment if you should just use your fingers quickly and go to sleep, but that just seemed like more work. You wanted your original plan of holding the wand and having it do all the work while you let your mind drift into your fantasies.

Staring through your fingers up at the ceiling for a few seconds longer, you finally drop your hand loosely next to you effectively hitting your wrist on the hitachi wand that was haphazardly moved. "Owww..." Clutching your wrist to your chest, you roll on your side curling into a ball, annoyed by your luck.

Absently, you reach out to check the time subconsciously rubbing your thighs together. 1:34 a.m. The time didn't surprise you, but knowing you were nowhere near sleep with today's activities only repeating tomorrow made you more disheartened. Coming to terms with the fact you probably won't be able to relieve yourself tonight, you try to think of other ways to exhaust yourself and fall asleep.

Opening your phone, you tap on the Snapchat icon, willing yourself to get tired. The stories refresh and you see a recent post made by Kaminari 11 minutes ago. Tapping on his circle, a picture comes up Kaminari laying on his back, one arm resting behind his head, the other raising the phone high enough to see his upper torso, his eyes slanted dangerously as a few cable cords were placed inside his mouth.

'I hate ya'll...I am NOT your portable charger.'

A giggle escapes your mouth, as your eyes trail back over the picture, biting your lip at the look in his eyes. What you assume is supposed to be an irritated expression comes across sexy and alluring to you. Kaminari has sparked your interest, literally, the past few years at UA. He's always been a close friend to you but the teasing comments he made always had your mind drifting into uncharted territory.

Admittedly, there were nights you thought about Kaminari. He was the only guy at UA who could make you laugh whenever, whether that be by friend-zoning himself with every girl at UA or by simply making you question if he's actually a dumbass.

He was also the only guy who could make you nervous at times, with his 'friendly flirting' being directed at you, eyes narrowed suggestively like they are now in the picture. Those conversations always left you feeling flustered as you tried to brush his advancements off, failing horribly. Your eyes drift back down to the cords placed in his mouth, eyes widening abruptly. Wait. A blush makes its way across your face, your skin radiating heat at the crazy idea that just popped in your head.

Shaking your head violently you try to rid yourself of the impure idea, the thought refusing to leave as you feel yourself being pulled in two different directions. The small throb that came from between your legs told you all you needed to know. Nervously, you slide his name to open the chat.

→ You: You still up?👀

Feeling anxious as the suspense weighed in, goosebumps broke out on your arms, making you tremble. There's no way I'm doing this- Just then, Kaminari's bitmoji pops up at the bottom, starting to type.

→ Kaminari: Yea...why?👀

→ You: I have a favor to ask...👉👈

→ Kaminari: Oh no...no (Y/n). Don't do this to me. I was rooting for you! We were all rooting for you!😭

Smiling, you roll your eyes.

→ You: You don't even know what I was going to say!

→ Kaminari: I have a pretty good idea. No power? Phone going dead? Geez...I wonder who on EARTH could help with that...oh yea! Class 1A's FREE OUTLET. Tell me, do I have that written on my forehead or something?

→ You: LMAO I didn't say anything about a phone😂

Your legs start to rub together again, anxious to see how far this could go.

→ Kaminari: Laptop...whatever. NO! I'm finishing charging Mina's laptop and I'm going to beedddd😴

→ You: Kammiiii plleeaasseee I need help! It's an emergencyyyy😭😭

→ Kaminari: Yeah, yeah. That's what they all say🙄😩

→ You: No seriously, please? Imma diiieee. Oh and you have to come here tho because I can't move it.

→ Kaminari: ??? Are you ok?

→ You: No.

Just then Kaminari's bitmoji disappeared and you felt disappointment settle in your stomach. Ugh this is so embarrassing. If he even asks me tomorrow what I was talking about, I'm going to have to make something up. Closing Snapchat, you're just about to open another app when a soft knock raps on your door.

Furrowing your brows, you heave yourself out of bed and over to the door, creaking it open while squinting to see who it is. Faint golden orbs stare into yours and your heart jumps in your throat. "Kami-oof!"

Kaminari shoves his way inside your room, closing the door behind him. "What's wrong? Where is it?" He whispers out, golden orbs flickering around the room.

"What are you talking about?" You answer normally, not bothering to whisper despite the weird situation.

"Where's the emergency?" Kaminari now looks confused as he meets your gaze. A quick flash of lightning brightens your room briefly, your eyes catching on the loose gray sweatpants he was wearing with a black t-shirt. It was then you realized that you only had an oversized shirt on with panties underneath. Considering the lack of lighting, you weren't bothered as much.

Settling back into darkness and registering what he said almost makes a laugh escape your throat and 'awh' at the same time. Now or never. Turning around, you walk towards the bed, running your hands over the sheets to find the wand. Meeting something hard and plastic, you position yourself on the bed and pull it from under the covers. "Can you charge this for me?"

A long annoyed groan came from across the room. Soft footsteps padded over to your bed as you turned around with the toy, sitting on your bed expectantly. "I knew it! And here I thought you were actually in some sort of dan-"

Kaminari stopped in front of you, his eyes squinting at the object in your hand trying to see what it was. On cue, another lightning strike happened and your room was once again lit up. You managed to see the shocked look cross his features, pale skin dusting pink, before plunging back into the darkness.

"I-is that...?" Kaminari trails off, a small crack in his voice made you bite your lip to hold back a giggle. He made no further movements to come closer to you, still processing what was in your hand.

"Mhm. I forgot to charge it this morning...please, Kaminari? Can you do it?" Your hand runs along the cord to the very end, holding the plug out to him. Fingers brush against yours as he takes the plug and moves it to his parted lips, his breath coming out quick and shaky. Your eyes had finally adjusted to him in the darkness as you waited with bated breath watching his movements.

Kaminari placed the plug in his mouth and the toy in your hand started vibrating on the highest speed, making both of you jump in surprise. Nooooo! Not me forgetting to turn it off! Heat warmed your face again as you fumbled in the dark to find the off switch, not daring to look up at Kaminari.

After what seemed like a lifetime scrambling around in the dark, you manage to find the switch and move the toy away from you, shaking hands falling in your lap. "Sorry," you mumble out, rethinking this entire situation. Kaminari was silent and you dared to sneak a glance up at him. Lightning struck again, revealing Kaminari's bright red face, eyes adverted to the side with a slight bulge in his sweatpants.

Oh.

It was quiet as the room went dark again the only sound being Kaminari shifting on his feet. He moves to sit on the end of your bed, crossing his legs comfortably. Hesitantly, you turn and face him too, moving the toy again so it was partly hidden behind you. "I didn't know you were so kinky, (Y/n)." Kaminari teases, but it comes out muffled and strained.

"What can I say? It's one of the best investments I've ever made." Trying to laugh it off, you meet his gaze, golden orbs burning low in the dark room. He was resting his elbow on top of his knee, chin cradled in his hand as he stared you down. It was moments like this that made you fantasize about him and now that he was in your room, with the power out in the middle of the night, had butterflies erupting in your stomach.

"What do you think about while using something like this?" The question leaves his mouth in a teasing manner again, testing how far he could push this conversation. You knew what he was doing and the throbbing between your legs returned, wanting to push this conversation as far as it could go. Two can play at this game.

Confidence returning, you slowly uncross your legs, spreading them open a bit and leaving them slightly outstretched between the two of you. Kaminari watched the movement intently, eyes glued to the place between your legs, your shirt lifting a little to reveal your panties. "Mm...do you really want to know?" You tease back, hands moving to your sides, balancing your position on the bed. One hand brushes the toy and you think you see Kaminari nod his head.

"You."

A sharp intake of breath was heard, the sound encouraging you further. You wish you could clearly see his face and what expression he was making. Kaminari shifted on the bed, the cord laying next to you following his movement. Biting your lip to suppress a giggle, you watch him squirm in place, adjusting his pants. "You're lying to me aren't you, (Y/n)? Teasing me just because I've been rejected so many times-"

"And you think you haven't teased me?" The seductive lull of your voice cuts him off sharply, your hand moving up and down your thigh softly. "How do you think I felt when you said all those suggestive comments to me, Kami? I think about you all the time while playing with my pussy~"

Kaminari stops moving around and you try to catch his gaze in the dark, his golden orbs seeming to burn brighter than before. Sighing, you trail your fingers up higher catching on the hem of your t-shirt, raising it ever so slightly before moving back down and into the inside of your thighs. "What? Still don't believe me?"

Your room briefly lit up once again showing Kaminari looking completely captivated by your confession, the plug loosely hanging from his mouth with a small strand of drool escaping the corner of his parted lips.

"I could always...show you." You purr, reaching for the toy, wrapping one hand around it.

This time Kaminari groans and you feel your insides clench at the sound. You see him adjust his position, one leg hanging off the bed, showing off the growing bulge in his sweatpants. "(Y/n)," he speaks finally, your name falling from his lips in a whine. Lifting your other hand off the bed, you slowly slide it in your panties brushing your finger against your clit. Letting out a small gasp, you try to manage eye contact with Kaminari as you brush your clit again, your body still sensitive from before this even started.

"Fuck..." Kaminari leans back on one hand and shoves the other in the front of his pants, working his hands over his bulge matching your leisurely touches. "What-what do you think about?" His question comes out husky and broken, your hips rising off the bed slightly at the sound.

"One time you-ah-were being too loud and I got annoyed and told you to shut your mouth or else and all you said was, 'make me.' Since then, I thought about-mmm-putting your mouth and attention somewhere else to keep you busy~" You pick up the pace slightly, keeping your eyes trained on the movement under Kaminari's sweatpants.

The moan that leaves Kaminari's mouth is downright sinful. The sound making you reluctantly pull back your hand back and wiggle out of your panties as much as you can before returning to your clit, exposing your bare pussy to Kaminari. This time, a pained groan rumbles its way out from his throat, Kaminari pulling his sweatpants down just to release his cock.

Even though your eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room, You could only see a faint outline of his cock and the way he wrapped his hand around the shaft. Moaning, you could see he had some length to him and that only made you work your clit faster.

"You want me to eat your pussy, (Y/n)?" Kaminari's broken voice comes out again teasingly, making more lewd thoughts enter your head. "I'd be such a good boy for you, 'keeping myself busy' until you cum all over my tongue." His words go straight to your throbbing lips, as you reach down to feel how wet you are.

Not being able to take anymore, your grip the handle of the hitachi wand and move it over your clit, before turning it on a medium setting. The vibrations instantly have you gasping and moaning Kaminari's name, your hips rutting against the toy. "W-would you use your quirk on me, Kami?"

Moans leave Kaminari's lips in harmony, his pace quickening as muffled wet sounds could be heard over the toy's vibrations. "I kinda am now-shit," he replied. Just then you felt the wand begin to pulse against your clit, the vibrations going in and out, the foreign feeling making you mewl. "I can manipulate the electricity...you know this, (Y/n). I can make you cum whenever I want~"

His breathy and cocky tone sends shivers down your spine, making you question briefly if he had better control over his quirk than you thought. Kaminari sets a rhythm, matching the toy to his strokes, your gaze still not being able to tear away from the shadowed movement. As if hearing your prayers, lightning struck, the exposed sight making your breath catch in your throat.

Kaminari's cock was flushed a pretty pink, the head more angered than the shaft. It curved towards his stomach, a vein on the side of the shaft visible when he stroked over himself. He was blushing, eyes blown wide with lust as he trained them on your pussy, his tongue peeking over the end of the plug.

The sight made you feel hazy with pleasure, the wand speeding up abruptly just as Kaminari saw the sight of you. "Fuck...fuck. You look so sexy like that, (Y/n). I want to fuck you. I bet you'd feel so good around my cock...just when you're about to cum, I'll reach down and press my finger against that little clit, activating my quirk-"

Imagining Kaminari fingering your clit as he fucks you has you crying out, your orgasm coming by surprise as Kaminari manipulates the speed of the toy to make you ride out your release. Feeling spent and satisfied, you pull the toy away and glace to see Kaminari still working a hand over himself rapidly. Getting on your knees, you crawl over to him, the wand still vibrating in your hand. Coming face to face with him, your eyes lower to his mouth in a trance, his panting breath hitting your lips.

You move the wand to the base of his shaft, making Kaminari release a lewd cry, his hips stuttering up sharply. Trailing the toy up and down his cock, Kaminari moves his hands to the bed to steady himself, hips twitching wildly. Broken whines leave his lips, drool running down his mouth and around the plug as you run the toy across his tip. "Make yourself cum, Kami."

The whisper was all it took for Kaminari to cum, moaning loudly as you made small circles at the base of his cock with the toy helping him through his release. When he was finished, the plug fell from his lips as you turned the switch off. Heavy breathing filled your room as Kaminari tried to catch his breath with you still leaning into him.

"(Y/n)-mnf!" You cut him off with a kiss, not minding the drool covering his chin as your tongue entered his mouth eagerly swirling against his. The kiss was messy and sloppy as you whined to be even closer to the boy, feeling his hands wrap under your thighs pulling you onto his lap. Pulling back to breathe, you didn't give him time to rest before moving back in with slower movements.

Lips brushed softly against each other as he nibbled on your lower lip, making you sigh. "(Y/n), we should stop before I get hard again...and we have school tomorrow." Pecking his lips one more time, you pull back and stare into his eyes. For a minute, the two of you kept eye contact, the knowledge of your relationship being changed settling in.

"Hey...it stopped storming," coming back in touch with your surroundings, you notice how quiet it was outside, the soft pitter-patter of rain hitting your window. All at once, your room felt peaceful as a mellow feeling entered your body. Kaminari pulls back to quickly rid himself of his stained shirt, tossing it on your floor.

"Can I stay here tonight?" Kaminari whispered, pulling you into his chest. His warm embrace only comforted you more as you melted into him. You hum in reply, exhaustion washing over you as he moves the two of you so you're laying down, head still pressed in his chest as he pulls you closer.

Kaminari had questions about the new relationship the two of you have, but his eyelids started to feel heavy as your breathing evened out against his chest. He could always ask tomorrow.

~*~*~*~*

"Kami! Why is my laptop not fully charged!" Mina stomped a foot into the ground as she looked up at Kaminari who was sheepishly rubbing a hand behind his head.

"I-uh-fell asleep. I'm sorry!" Kaminari presses his hands together in an apology, fighting back a blush. He had managed to sneak back to his room this morning just before everyone would come to him for their electronics and Mina happened to be the first one to show up.

"Uh-huh...well if you fell asleep with the cord in your mouth it should still charge, right?" Mina narrows her eyes, hands resting on her hips accusingly.

"It...fell out? I move around a lot when I sleep hahaha..." Kaminari was running out of excuses and fast. The power was back up and running anyway so why was she still bothering him!

"You can borrow mine, Mina." You come around the corner, holding Kaminari's black t-shirt he forgot to take with him this morning. Walking up to them, you smirk as you hand over the shirt, a small blush gracing your cheeks. Kaminari gazes back at you with his own blush he was trying to hold back.

"Oh? Ohhh...okay. Yeah, I'll just borrow yours, (Y/n). Sorry, Kami!" Mina leans in and elbows Kami in the side making him snap out of his trance. "Finally!"

The not-so-secret whisper made the two of you blush harder as Mina skipped away with her laptop, humming like nothing happened. As she rounds the corner, a small group of 1A students pass her, coming to get their own devices from Kaminari. "Can we talk later?" Kaminari whispers to you, hope in his eyes.

"Yeah...come back to my room tonight." Breathlessly agreeing, you wink at him and turn to walk away as the group gets closer to Kaminari's frozen figure.

"Where's my fucking phone, Sparky?!"

"Bakugou, that's rude...hey bro! Thanks again for charging my phone last night! I'll buy you lunch-"

Skipping back to your room you double-check that you plugged in your hitachi while getting ready for school, before deciding you don't care if it's plugged in or not. After all, you might not even need the toy anymore and from the words exchanged last night, hidden promises of what's to come excited you in your new relationship with Kaminari.

You giggled quietly realizing that you were now prepared for the next time there's ever a power outage in the dorm.

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im-the-king-of-the-ocean · 3 years

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I’m not sure I’m ever going to be completely happy with this one, but then I’m seldom satisfied with my first forays with characters I haven’t written before, so there’s that.

Anyways, I’ve edited and re-edited it a lot, so I figure I’ll let it go out there and see what happens.

To Leave, As To Give Opportunity For Return

Love.

That’s the thing, isn’t it? Nureyev muses to himself. He swirls the deep red wine in his glass. His gaze roams and lingers to meet that of quite the beauty, all silken, flowing hair and curves to caress, sitting at the club’s bar. He smiles. They smirk back.

He just can’t resist, a pretty face, can he? Nureyev inhales his wine’s aroma and then sips. He lets his tongue flick out over his lips suggestively. The perfect image of mysteriously handsome with a dash of temptation complete, he allows himself a single, indulgent memory.

Juno’s face certainly is a pretty one, with or without the loss of one eye. Although, he could do so much more, aesthetically-speaking, than the plain eyepatches he prefers to adorn himself with. That’s one of the draws of Juno, Nureyev supposes. His preference for function over presentation is quite admirable, in its way. There’s a certain allure to Juno’s bluntness. Where others will decorate and costume themselves to conceal their identity, Nureyev himself included, Juno seems satisfied presenting ‘as-is’.

Nureyev’s ‘friend’ from the bar approaches him, offers a hand, and nods toward the dance floor. He graciously accepts. As he’s passing the stage, Nureyev slips a credit to one of the musicians, and whispers, “play something to set the mood, would you?”

The musician winks, quickly gestures something imperceptible to anyone but his bandmates to them, the lights dim, and the first notes of a soft, amorous melody are plucked. The dance begins.

Oh, but it is so much more than mere looks that draws Nureyev to Juno. Looks can instigate a dalliance, but they can’t sustain it. Not for as long as it needs to grow into something deeper. There has to be a spark. A breathless moment. The kindling of passion catching and burning so bright not even the darkest of night can smother it.

It’s not an easy thing to replicate. Not genuinely. But, Nureyev seldom needs to. The motions of attraction, the indications, they tend to get him as far as he needs. Simply present them and doors once locked will willingly open themselves to him.

The slow, smooth music notes of the band’s instruments drift around Nureyev and his partner of the night. He lets the melody inform his movement, lets it guide his body into languid, sensual poses. A dip here, a slight, ‘accidental’ caress there. Perfection. An image turned performance art.

Ah, his feelings for Juno, well, they had caught, hadn’t they? Even now, so very far apart, Nureyev’s heart flutters for none but his lady. He wants nothing more than to be with him, holding him close and whispering sweet, sultry nothings in his ear. Feeling Juno squirm with embarrassment while nestled securely to his chest.

The universe seldom bends to personal desires, does it not?

Nureyev skims his hands down his partner’s sides. They press into him, and exhale a breathy gasp in his ear. He nuzzles back, and, in the distraction, they doesn’t feel his hands nimbly lift their comms from their pocket.

There is the lingering dream of what could have been, yes. A few steps danced differently in a previous performance. A spaceship not left behind among the stars; a sitting duck for the authorities he beckoned to it.

Nureyev could be riding off into his own metaphoric sunset, into a happily-ever-after, if he had so chosen, and, yes, he’ll admit, there’s a version of himself who desired nothing more.

There’s so much more to it than that, though. A history spanning decades. His life. A play, enacted for none but himself, but witnessed by an audience he did not choose and could not control. The tale of the young revolutionary turned master thief completely. A show for the ages.

One that owed itself to deep, deep debts.

What would be the point of a lovely, fantastical future if it could so cruelly be ripped away by the vengeful, spiteful at being ignored, or disregarded? Was there anything to a fleeting happiness that winked as soon as it began?

Certainly not for one who still danced on puppet strings pulled taut by the marionette of another’s hand. For if a puppet were to strategize, nothing would indicate its plans more to its master than a tug on the strings too early.

And yet, at the same time, if left unattended too long, once dazzling bright affection could flicker and fade. The tune which plucks a heart’s strings could change, and, if heard again, the original would not be recognized at all, or welcomed back.

It is the simplest of matters for Nureyev to let his partner slip out of his grasp and into the arms of another. He steps back into a shadow. For a moment, there is an empty spot, an absence, on the club dance floor. Then it closes, and the memory of his presence is cast aside for more exciting options.

Juno, Nureyev thinks as he ascends the stairs at the back of the club and uses the stolen comms to open the door there, is perhaps one of the only people he personally allowed a glimpse of his private theater. It’s a wonder Juno never searched for a hint of it on his own. One that’s both relieving and disheartening. To have the love of someone who doesn’t need to know who he was before, who loves who he is in the now, it’s an impossible gift. At the same time, to want for who he was before to receive that same love, it’s a desperate ache.

Perhaps there’ll be a day when there’s harmony in such emotions. It is not now. The rest of this job is not deception through performance art. The safe he must crack has no mind to perceive or comprehend him. It is simply a device to puzzle out.

And so passion is put away.

Until such a time when he needs to call upon its skill again.

Nureyev can hope it won’t be a performance then, but he cannot admit the the indulgence to himself.

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ac3id · 4 years

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Redamancy. iii

Redamancy (n.) The act of loving in return.

pairings: mirio togata x female reader

warnings: 18+, noncon, yandere themes, breeding kink n mirio is a scumbag.

a/n: ahaha im reposting this cus algorithm was effed the first time i posted. ehehehe or maybe im just unlucky-- n e way this will be the last of redamany!!

word count: 1950

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Mirio's gaze turned to you, sky blue eyes stared at how you sipped on your drink. Your glossy, pink stained lips puckered around the straw. Was that a new shade? You had never put something like that on before. Probably tasted like strawberries or cherries, "Mirio!" your voice drove him out his thoughts. You stood in front of him, your hands at your hip, "What are you thinking about?" Mirio felt his cheeks heat up.

'I was thinking about you sucking my dick, do you mind?'

"Nothing, we should get going. Lunch's bout' to get over soon." He grabs your wrist and pulls you towards the school building, you almost trip over your feet, "Hey! Slow down!" You bump into his chest which was hard as rock making your head sting a little, "You're a klutz," he laughs. "It's your fault!" you retort, he pats your head and continues laughing. He takes a good look at you, drinking your uniform clad body. The short skirt displaying your plush thighs. His mind melts away in sinful thoughts, thinking about all what he can do to you. He once again realizes how much smaller you are compared to him. His entire hand can literally cover your face, he can easily pick you and throw you over his shoulder.

What is stopping him? Seriously?

His smile drops when he catches you staring at him. The guy he beat up months ago and threatened to stay out of your life. You were staring at him chatting away, giggling with some nameless girl. He studied your sully expression, your eyes looked sad, and lip turned into a sad pout; he could tell you were upset and that pissed him off. Why did you still think about him? Why did you still care about that jerk? Didn't you move on yet?

Mirio felt himself get riled up from the same rage he had felt the first time he had seen you with this man. The frustration, anger, and jealousy all came surging back to him as he realized that you obviously did not feel the same way about him as he did about you. Maybe he'll have to do more than just be nice to get you to understand he's the one for you, the one and only.

He would show you who you belong to. You will get what is coming.

"Hey, what's wrong? You coming?" His hand rested on your shoulder, he gripped on it a little tighter.

Mirio walked into an empty classroom which echoed soft sobs and sniffles. You sat on your seat, your head resting on the desk as you cried. Mirio's face paled and he rushed to you, wrapping his arms around you pulling your upper half to his chest he rubbed your head. "It's okay now, I am here," he whispered into your ear, shushing you. "What happened?" he asked after you had calmed down.

"Why are you still here?"

"I came to get you, now, what happened?" you gulped before answering, feeling the lump in your throat rise as your voice cracked. "Why?"

Mirio was confused, what were you on about? "Am I not good enough? Why did he leave me?" tears roll down your cheeks, lip trembling your breathing turns uneven. Mirio frowns, his hands clenching into an fist he pulls away from the hug.

You were thinking about him, obviously. He moves in front of you grabbing your jaw, his big fingers squish your tiny cheeks. Your eyes widened in horror as he pulls your face closer to him, his elbows resting on the desk separating the two. He looks down at you, his eyes bored into yours with malice, "Mirio you're-" "Shut the fuck up." he snapped.

"You want to know why he left you? Why did your precious little pretty boy leave you?" you were too scared to answer, you didn't get to anyways since he blurted the out the answer in burning rage "Because. I fucking told him to stay away from you. Got it?" Your eyebrows knit together and tears pricked at the corner of your eyes, in a blink on eye he had become so different. He had snapped, you felt betrayed. The Mirio you knew would never be this rough with you, but maybe you were to blame. Deep down you knew. You were very much aware. Mirio liked you even after your breakup but you never asked, thinking it was better that way but not in a million years did you ever think that Mirio would snap and come for your soul.

"I fucking beat him up. You know why I did that?" he asked again. His voice was menacing, he was shouting at you and you were scared. "Answer me! You fucking ungrateful bitch!" You flinched and started whimpering, a weak no left your trembling lips, "It's because you're mine." he spat, he waited for you to say something but you were still trying to process his words. It was a lot to take in, you couldn't believe that Mirio would ever do something like that. You wanted to think this was a joke but no, he was dead serious.

The ray of sunshine, the great hero to be, Mirio Togata was a scumbag, no. He was worse.

You started releasing the situation you were in, there was no doubt, he wouldn't hesitate to hurt you too. The flight or fight instinct kicked in and you tried to free your face from his grasp. After successfully freeing yourself from his chains you got up from the desk and made a run for the door. Mirio stared at you in disbelief, his eyes wide and lips curled upwards he internally laughed at your foolishness. Wasting no time, he quickly got behind you capturing your wrist and pulling you back to his chest. A large hand wrapped around your waist, keeping you securely pinned to his torso.

You were so stupid. Did you seriously think you could get away from him? He is twice your size.

"Where are you going?" he pulled both your hands behind your back and held them there with one hand, the other snaked down under your skirt, "Mirio don't do this. I won't tell anyone. Please let me go." you begged your voice shaky as big, fat teardrops rolled down your cheek. "What will you tell them? They won't believe you and besides," his fingers inched towards your core, you squirmed and wailed. His fingers rubbed against your clothed slit, pressing against your clit sending shameful jolts of pleasure throughout your body. "I will scream," you whispered before breaking into soft sobs. He was going to rape you in your own classroom and there was nothing you could do against it. With no quirk to protect yourself, you knew physically overpowering him was a dream. You just prayed that he would leave you.

"You're gonna' scream?" he scoffed, his tone was cocky- ridiculing you. "Go ahead, scream," his fingers rubbed harder against your clothed cunt as he waited for you to scream. The scream never came and Mirio started, "You're getting wet down here, you know. You like this?" pushing away your panties to the side, he let his finger graze over your sensitive folds a content sigh following right after. "You're really wet. I think I can just slide it in."

He dipped two of his fingers into your cunt while rubbing your clit with his thumb. "What do you want?" you cried as his huge fingers drilled into your small, tight pussy. "What do I want? I want you to know you're mine. Only mine." he growled in your ear. "But I guess you don't realize that. Do you? Don't worry after I knock you up you won't be able to leave me, maybe then you'll understand." your lips fell agape, and eyes widened threatening to pop right out of your sockets, "N-no pleasee don't do that. P-please-" Mirio pushed you towards the teacher's desk, bending you over it. Your face pressed against the cold wood yet you keep whimpering, begging him to let you free but he doesn't care. He's not listening.

He flips your skirt over leaving your ass a sight to his wretched eyes. He brings his hand down spanking it then pulling away to watch how your plump flesh jiggles, he chuckles. "I should beat this pretty little ass purple and blue," he talks to himself, completely disheartening your cries for help. He smacks your ass until he's satisfied- until your bottom blooms red and his palm stings. Mirio wastes no time in getting behind you, his hand still pinned both of yours behind your back. He slowly releases them, "Now. No funny business," he warns. He knows you wouldn't try anything, you couldn't; not in this state.

One of his hands grips your waist tightly while the other kneads your ass, "Ah shit, look at that." he whispers. "It's beautiful but it's not enough." He is quick to pull your panties down to your thighs and spread your legs open. You hold on to the edges of the desk as you feel his fingers run up your slit and dip into your hole.

"Cute, little cunt. All mine."

His length comes free from its confines and hits his stomach. It's long, hard, and big- so big. You had it impale you before multiple times but it had always been a stretch. His cock was just too big for your tiny pussy! His tip teased your entrance. Your hole drooling over it, he hissed. "I am going to knock you up. You won't be leaving me after that." He pushed inside slowly marveling at how your cunt sucked him up so eagerly, your mouth opened into a silent scream as he bottomed out. He didn't give you time to adjust to his size, he kept rutting his hips. He thrust his cock deep inside you hard and fast, swollen balls slapping against your clit making you moan. The sinful sound of sex: his hips hitting your rear, grunts and moans resonate through the room while you stayed there, under him feeling embarrassed, betrayed, and humiliated. Yet you could not ignore the pleasure he was giving you. His cock hit deep inside you, his tip kissing your cervix trying its best to sink past the rim, your cries of agony soon turned into frenzied moans.

You were close to cumming, he could tell by how tightly your precious cunt clenched around his hard length pulling him even deeper, squeezing him trying to milk him for all he's worth. "I feel that..gonna' fill you up," he says in between his grunts. Mirio tightened his grip on your hips as you started squirming beneath him, the coil in your stomach ready to burst and moment. "You're close, baby?" You whined refusing to give in, "Aww, it's fine. Just admit it: you're mine and I'll let you cum." His thrusts slowed down denying to give you satisfaction, you wailed at the loss yet you didn't agree with him. You were to give in, you told yourself but your body didn't agree. It needed Mirio and just like that it had taken over your mind, clouded your mind with nothing but lust and him. As the need for release increased, you screamed. "Ah- fuck. Yes! I am all yours- ah!" he steadied his rhythm and you exploded all over his cock. Creaming around him, your juices flowed down to your legs. Mirio length twitched inside of you, his thrusts became sloppy- he was close.

"Yeah damn fucking right. Good girl." he praised before spilling his seed inside your womb, filling you up to the brim. He pulled out and watched how his cum dripped from your abused pussy only to push it back inside with his finger. "You actually did it..." your voice was meek, head still down and body still bent over the desk. Too weak to get up, you started at the floor beneath you with glassy eyes. Mirio pulled you up and wrapped his arms around you tightly, making sure you don't run away. The hug was warm, in any other case it would have been warm and comforting but not anymore.

"This would not have happened, Y'know. It's your fault for being such a bitch."

Right, of course, you should have been smarter. You should have loved him back when you could have.

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lonelyghosts-stuff · 3 years

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Loki x Reader Imagine/Plot Summary Idea

Very slow burn, enemies to lovers

Disclaimer: this turned out to be MUCH longer than I planned and waivers back and forth between being a story idea to prompt others to write a full story and having fully written sections lol.

During the events of the Avengers movie y/n, a seemingly normal everyday citizen, got in the line of danger and inadvertently showed her unstable powers (im thinking something along the line of telekinesis caused by an astral power form that struck her as a teen and used her as a vessel to contain itself (it’s not necessarily alive, I guess you could equate its “sentience” to that of Doctor Strange’s cape) this power source is unstable in y/n as it needs to be controlled and flow and not suppressed, but also not overreleased or the vessel, in this case y/n could die. I’m picturing some kind of blue-ish purple mist.) which made the Avengers take note. Y/n goes into hiding because she doesn’t want to hurt anyone with her powers but the Avengers track her down and kind of have to subdue her to bring her to Stark Tower since she acted a bit brash and reckless trying to escape them believing she was a danger to everyone around her. During her time there more events of the first Avengers movie take place and she remains in a room of the tower, not necessarily being held prisoner, but more of to keep herself safe and everyone else safe. At one point Loki gets ahold of her and uses the staff to control her during which she causes a lot of damage to the city. Eventually the Avengers rescue her and what she regains control and realizes the damage she’s done she spirals into a major depression and feeling of not deserving to live. Eventually, she ends up fighting Loki, trying her best not to use her powers too brashly, also while not caring if she died in the process as she felt she deserved it. At one point she gets incapacitated and knocked unconscious, leaving the rest of the Avengers to defeat Loki and capturing him. With Loki now imprisoned and free from any of the brain altering effects the staff also had on him, he’s been informed of the effects he’s had on y/n and feels a bit guilty but not too much. He still has his wicked side to him and a desire to escape and get revenge on the Avengers and Thor. Using his range of skills in lies, illusions, manipulation, and skills in combat, he tries many times to escape, all the while slowly developing a curiosity for y/n as she struggles to contain her powers and forgive herself for the destruction. Drama occurs here and there as minor fights break out about how to handle Loki. Y/n’s unstable powers are also a strong concern for the Avengers as she could indeed cause some major damage, all the while, ever since the display of her powers when she first defended herself to when she fought Loki have spread and reached the ears of Hydra agents, intrigued by them and their potential to be weaponized. As danger continues to rise, Loki finds himself feeling sympathy for y/n, seeing their similarities: they both were seen as monsters, they both don’t know their real parents, people are pursuing them to take advantage of their powers, etc. Y/N finds herself talking to Loki quite a bit as time progresses, feeling numb and not caring if he was considered dangerous (at one point or another he tricks her into entering his cell and he restrains her and threatens her to try and use her to escape, but despite her initial panic and fear, she still feels like she deserves death and pretty much doesn’t fight back). Slowly but surely a slight, unspoken bond forms between them, nothing serious or romantic, but just a connection.

One day (maybe a time skip to after the matters of Winter Soldier? I don’t know how long that might be), when an incident arises and the Avengers are called into action and take the Quinjet, taking Loki with them, manacled, to keep an eye on him, and y/n also to make sure she’s safe, a squadron from Hydra kidnap y/n and take her away to torture her and try and weaponize her. Loki, knowing how that feels with Thanos, desperately pleads with the avengers to try and save y/n. The Avengers still distrust Loki and refuse to free him but do bring him with them on their mission to rescue Y/N just in case he could provide any insight into stopping her. Y/n gets tortured and experimented on until she feels like a shell of her former self, vulnerable to manipulation. (She doesn’t necessarily get the full on “Winter Soldier” treatment, but close). When the Avengers track her down and go to rescue her, her powers, while still unstable, have grown and she uses them more confidently and aggressively to fight. Steve, having seen this before, is hesitant to fight her knowing she’s not the one in control, but still finds himself needing to do it. The others, while not necessarily wanting to fight her either, don’t have as much care or grief with fighting her as they don’t have as much of a connection to the situation as Steve. Loki witnesses a lot of the fight from the Quinjet comms and feels a pang of guilt and remorse seeing her, reminding himself of his actions.

Eventually, the Avengers take down y/n (it takes a bit not only due to her powerful, not yet completely understood powers, but also because Steve refused to let anyone take on lethal or seriously dangerous means of taking her down) and subdue her with a magic restraining collar. Not entirely sure how to reverse the brain washing without bringing her to Wakanda, she is kept in the towers as a prisoner in a cell opposite of Loki’s. Loki continues to argue with the Avengers asking to enter her cell and to remove his manacles so he can try to remind her of her memories, but the Avengers refuse to budge until Thor steps in saying he trusts Loki’s intentions and will be standing closely by to catch Loki if he tries anything, just in case. When Loki enters the cell and is freed of his manacles, while tempted to escape, he feels compelled to try and help y/n. Grabbing her head he instills his magic inside of her mind to restore her memories, reminding her of who she is. When she comes back to herself, y/n looks shell shocked and traumatized before weeping. To everyone’s shock, Loki comforts her and reassures her it’s not her fault. Y/n then proceeds to ask Loki to kill her, shocking Loki as he feels his heart crack at the thought of how she views herself. Having seen into her mind, he witnessed the tortured she endured, he witnessed her getting her powers, he witnessed her scared when she displayed her powers on accident to protect herself, he witnesses her devastation when she realized what she had done under Loki’s control, and now under Hydra’s control. He sees how broken and alone and worthless and dangerous and hated she feels. To further shock everyone else, he takes her hands into his and assured her she’s not alone. She’s not worthless. She is brimming with potential and so much more. Her scars do not define her nor do the actions or influences of others define her. Y/n quickly and rather suddenly pulls Loki into an awkward hug, Loki not really knowing how to show or return affection or care, and despite the hug feeling cold and icy, she feels her heart warm as she calms down. Thor quickly interrupts and reattached the manacles to Loki before escorting him back into his cell (he knows Tony is most definitely watching from security cameras) before carefully approaching y/n to ensure she was okay. After confirming she is, Thor escorts her to the others to reintroduce her to them and clear the air. Y/n can’t help but stare at Loki as they leave him in his cell. She feels sorry for him but also confused as to why he helped her and embarrassed at the fact she hugged Loki, the supposedly evil god of mischief, the man who had fought her, threatened her, and even mind controlled her. It felt like too much to wrap her head around.

After getting re-accustomed to the Avengers and having her revelation with Loki, y/n began to pursue training. Aided by Thor and the others, y/n slowly gains a better control of her powers, mostly how to prevent them from going haywire and getting out of control, but she still has yet to truly understand them despite knowing the case in which led to her obtaining them in the first place. Eventually, the avengers let Loki out of his cell, but requiring him to still wear the manacles and remain within the tower. Y/n, despite Loki having helped her recover from the brain washing and even showing her genuine care, found herself still being wary of Loki, especially now that he was out of his cell. Hearing of the many times he has gone behind Thor’s back or seemingly turned a new leaf only to betray Thor again made her increasingly doubtful and hesitant to believe this Loki was truly turning around or just using her as a pawn to escape and trick them all. Of course in Loki’s mind, being out of his cell was a breath of fresh air (despite him not being allowed to leave the tower besides occasionally going to the top and standing near the helipad to watch the sun set or rise). His spirits began returning to him including his mischievous and tricky nature. However, even with these returning, he didn’t have as much of an urge to act on them. At least not while y/n was around. He almost felt obligated to resist these temptations and urges as long as y/n was around as to not dishearten her or make her doubt her own abilities to stay in control of her own powers. If he slipped up or decided to leave, y/n might lose faith in herself and reclaiming the light side and controlling her powers. He already felt responsible for the pain and guilt she has experienced due to his mind control, but he couldn’t let her feel any more. He could still sometimes picture what he saw when he looked into her memories; the torture, the experiments, the loss of her own free will and identity. He couldn’t let himself go back down the road of darkness and make her think it’s inevitable she will do the same.

Despite his restraint to not cause any serious trouble, Loki still found himself causing some trickery here and there within the tower, mostly through minor illusions he could still conjure despite the manacles (his energy levels are much higher since being out of his cell) or through his general snarky, sarcastic, and sassy attitude. The Avengers still didn’t trust him, but they did begin trusting Y/n more with her control over her powers. Y/n proved her ability to keep her own for brief periods when she trained more with Thor with her powers and with Natasha with hand to hand combat. Eventually, the day came that Nick Fury approached and inquired about y/n, her moral leanings, her powers, and the potential of recruiting her for the Avengers. Y/n felt quite overwhelmed by the whole situation but also felt honored and like she could make up for the destruction she has inadvertently under the control of others by now helping others in need. As y/n grew more confident, some of the other Avengers grew concerned. Considered with his inexperienced she was, her unstable powers and emotions, her guilt complex, and even more so that hydra and even other organizations could possible still have a target on her or even more ways to control her now that they have done it already. With all these things in mind, however, the Avengers ultimately agreed with Nick Fury to recruit y/n, after all, she might as well continue to learn how to control her powers and potentially be useful instead of self loathing and dangerous. Loki managed to peer into the minds of the others and was able to piece together their plan to recruit y/n. If that’s the case, he could potentially still escape if he was certain she would be in good care with the Avengers, despite how he still detested them. His betrayal could potentially not have as big of an impact on y/n if she grew confident in her powers and ability and worth. Who knows, maybe his betrayal could even inspire her be nothing like him or to track him down. Then, they could have a more evenly matched fight. He kept lying to himself and telling himself the last part over and over again in a desperate attempt to justify his betrayal without hurting y/n. He had no real clue as to why he cared so much about y/n. Yea they had a lot in common but she was just another puny, midguard mortal.

Eventually, a mission was announced and y/n was about to go out into the field with the Avengers for the first time. Loki debated whether or not he should try to escape now or wait for another mission in which y/n may have more confidence built up after at least one successful mission. Loki ended up wracking his brain so much with his predicament he ended up not even leaving at all and still thinking by the time they all returned. A few scratches and bruises here and there but nothing too serious. Y/n was the worst looking of them all, not because she was injured severely, in fact she was probably the third most injury free, but because of how exhausted and almost gaunt she looked. It seemed her powers take severe tolls on her mind and body when she is forced to control and concentrate them to do specific tasks and avoid letting them unleash chaos. She almost fell onto the floor as she approached one of the many couches in the immensely large leisure room in the Stark Tower. She barely caught herself before flopping onto the couch and immediately falling asleep. Despite her looking like hell, seeing y/n lie there peacefully (again, despite her rather unconventional position she fell asleep in). He could sense her mind was at peace with herself. While doubts still were present, the didn’t dominate her thoughts anymore. She was easier to read like this without walls of fear and hatred and doubt clouding her mind. It wasn’t long before Loki realized the others caught him staring and y/n as they proceeded to exchange odd and confused glances. Of course, Loki being the way he is, immediately played it off that he was just in shock of how dead she looked and wondered why they seem to hate her so much to throw her into action. To which of course Thor responded by pressing his hammer into Loki’s chest and leaving it there until Loki yielded. Loki now felt more confident that he could escape during the next mission without any regrets.

But then the next mission came around and he remained.

And then again.

And again.

And yet again.

Loki was even shocked and surprised with himself. He ended up waiting nervously for them to return from their missions, now nervous something may happen to y/n. She didn’t deserve to suffer they way she did at his hands or the hands of hydra and she definitely doesn’t deserve to get injured or worse, killed while helping others. Thor began to grow hopeful and trusting of his brother, believing he had truly turned around a new leaf and that he was proud of him. That only made things harder for Loki. His whole life as a child he was jealous of his brother and secretly looked up to him, especially when they father had favored Thor over him. Loki was determined to find a way to shake off these feelings before things got any “worse”, making it harder for him to escape without a guilty conscience.

One day, when the avengers, including y/n, were on a mission, Loki saw over the news that people were trying to attack y/n specifically a family and their friends who were affected and attacked by y/n while she was under Loki’s control. Loki was able to see her powers flowing through her and her eyes as she tried to contain them as to not cause any more damage, but then the youngest one of the family against her, a young boy of around five years old, calls her a monster. Suddenly, y/n’s heart feels like it stops and shatters. Her powers glowed brightly in her veins and into her eyes as she screamed before falling to the ground, a massive shockwave rushing out from her and knocking back everything within a square mile (fortunately for the family and friends that were confronting her and everyone else in the area, the wave seemingly went around them) purple blue mist followed the wave before curving up and angling down and plummeting directly back into y/n as she seemingly uncontrollably floated into the air. When all the power returned into her, she went limp before falling to the ground, motionless. Loki immediately made his way out of the tower, desperately trying anything to remove the manacles as he rushed to the location the news had reported the incident was occurring. Halfway there, Thor stopped him having predicted he would have tried to escape a while ago but having realized his brothers developing interest in y/n. Knowing Loki held all kinds of reality changing powers within him, Thor took a leap of faith and unlocked Loki’s manacles. For a brief second, as Loki’s powers surged through him once more, he got a sudden and powerful urge to make his escape. But then an image of y/n came into his mind. And with that, he immediately pushed aside any desire of escaping to rush to y/n with Thor on his side.

When he finally got there, y/n had been pulled up off of the ground by Tony who carried her quickly trying to get away from the apparently still present threat. It was then that the immense (insert threatening, giant beast here) emerged into sight. Almost within a second of the beasts reemergence, y/n bolted straight up out of Tony’s arms, eyes glossed over with a purple and blue hue. She walked forward to the beast seemingly in a daze, unresponsive to the avengers cries. Suddenly, the beasts attention is turned to the family from before. Y/n’s eyes come back into focus as she realizes what’s happening. Without a second thought y/n rushed in front of the family and produces an immense wall of energy, defending them from the beast. As the beast struck at the wall, it appeared as though y/n was feeling the force transmit from the wall into her. The Avengers and Loki, albeit shocked and confused as to what was happening, took advantage of this to strike at the beast with all they had. When the beast seemingly began to weaken, y/n’s wall broke down and sent her flying back with the force of one of the beasts swipes. The family, now exposed, found themselves facing death as the beast lowered in to attack. Before it could make any advance, however, y/n bloodied and staggering, made her way between the beast and the family once more. Putting in all of her energy she produced one more wall of energy right as the beast struck, this time, y/n forced the energy into the beast and sent it flying back, but it grabs her last minute too and she flies with it.

The dust settles and the beast is slayed. The family immediately gets ushered to safety by Nat and Clint as the others close in on the beast to see what remains of y/n. Lying motionless on the ground as blood streamed from her head and chest, a razor claw is stuck through her upper right side of her chest and shoulder, the beast had just barely managed to swipe at here as she forced it back. Loki immediately rushed to her said and held her, to the shock and initial protests of the others, and began creating magic runes on y/n’s exposed skin around the wound. Y/n’s slowly fluttered open before she released a sharp shriek of pain. Seeing Loki healing her was too much with everything else going on, almost feeling like a fever dream. Her vision went in and out of focus as her blood loss lessened with Loki healing her. As he did so, he carefully and slowly lifted y/n off of the beast’s claw, resulting in many painful groans and shrill exclamations from y/n, eventually making it all of the way off and allowing Loki to safely seal the wound. Both looked absolutely exhausted. Y/n with blood loss and overloading her magic, and Loki straining his magic to its extent while it still is freshly returned to him and kinda of hard to control for now. It wasn’t before long when y/n closed her eyes and fell almost motionless once again, just her chest rising and falling as she breathed deep and raspy breaths.

Immediately returning to the tower, Loki not being forced to wear his manacles for the time being as somewhat of a test trial, y/n was ushered to the medical floor to rest and be treated for any other injuries alongside the other avengers who had managed to be wounded. Loki found himself almost never leaving y/n’s side, peering into her mind and seeing her at peace, feeling as though she had made it up for what damage she had previously done. And while this made Loki secretly happy for her, it also made him somber as it was his fault to begin with. It was four days before y/n woke up. And to her surprise, the god of mischief was slumped against the wall on the ground next to her bed, asleep. Despite it undeniably being a weird site to see, y/n felt warm and fuzzy inside. Suddenly, she remembered exactly what happened and quickly nudged Loki’s shoulder to wake him up. Loki immediately sprung to his feet to get a good look at y/n, awake and moving. In a reverse turn of events, this time it was Loki who pulled y/n into a rushed hug. This time, it was just right. Y/n returned the hug and they stayed there for a bit before slowly receding back. Y/n opened her mouth to say thank you, but before she could, Loki quite suddenly and boldly said he was sorry. Sorry for everything. Sorry for hurting her and making her do things that led to her hating herself, sorry that because of him, she’s had to suffer like this. As he apologized, tears began to well up in his eyes. Y/n was taken aback before gently cupping his face and telling him it wasn’t his fault either, the power of the staff was affecting his mind too. They were both used. It was another beat of silence as they both just stared into the galaxies in each other’s eyes. They were bonded and connected more deeply than ever before in ways no one else could ever understand. Slowly, they both inched their faces closer to each other...

And kissed.

Right as the rest of the avengers showed up to see y/n.

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just harry.

in which harry is a prince but craves normalcy.

this is all insane.

insane: a word only used for the outcasts of this god forsaken kingdom—god bless the king and queen!—that were deranged enough to be put away and imprisoned within their rights and their own minds.

harry grew up believing he was one of the insane. because the insane were shipped away for having qualities deemed too different to be socially acceptable, so much so that they were deemed inhumane: locked away for life and considered a danger to society.

it’s insane for someone to ponder outside the realm of the king’s religion and it’s insane to visit a neighboring kingdom and it’s fucking insane for you to not bow and break your spine and bruise your knees and hands for those who sit upon the throne.

all they did was think a little differently— all they did was not conform.

and there was always something different about harry—something nonconforming—that he couldn’t place his finger on.

nobody could. and that was a problem.

he was different— would prance around the palace singing and humming and proclaiming he wanted to be a florist or painter with cherub cheeks and messy curls and a twinkling in his eyes.

and apparently, that was enough of a danger to the kingdom—to the king—when he would eventually take the throne.

i’m going to leave my kingdom behind to what? music and flowers and— something disgusting? you’re soft, harry. you’re an ungrateful brat who needs to grow some skin, and be a man.

but how could he grow more skin when it was whipped off in sections across his back?

too soft too soft too soft, it was always the same tirade from his father and harry didn’t comprehend why his love for music and art and animals was considered as a thing of abnormality.

of insanity.

and as a boy, harry didn’t understand. he had no concept of his role in this god forsaken kingdom, or how embarrassing it was to the king that his son embodied some form of anything than what his father wanted. he wasn’t enough to his father, never would be, never could be.

all he was enough of was dangerous: to everything about his family and their place in the world.

dangerous enough to where he was locked away from being himself and a burden on the reputation of his family.

i didn’t raise you this way. you are not my son.

a burden. that’s what he was.

a burden as burdening as the crown that laid upon his head by the time he was four— the one that bent his neck out of shape and twisted the bone structure of his back and his ribcage and with enough gold and silver to blind him when he looked at himself in the mirror.

every time he looked in the mirror he didn’t recognize himself.

this wasn’t him— this poised, royal, locked away self was not him.

a crafted crown fit for a prince like his crafted self— leaving certain parts in, eliminating others, because all he was to be was a beautiful, groomed, shiny exterior that his people gawk at— something that they lower their eyes to.

why look at the empty hole in the middle of the crown when the jades and rubies glisten? the ones that show the strength of his status?

the only jades that never held entitlement and refinement are harry’s eyes—but only if you bothered to look close enough—that hardened as he aged. twinkling eyes turned to crushed, broken jades sorrily held together, like how the impossibly stoic stone imprisoned the sword.

he was helplessly imprisoned from the inside and out.

harry had known to imprison his own feelings at a very early age. although he was a burden, it was never showcased, only forced to be repressed and repressed and every “negative” deep into the core of his being was grounded him so intensely that he was stuck. always fucking stuck somewhere he didn’t want to be— in this stupid crown and cape or at the royal table or in the presence of the people or his father or—

no.

repress the feelings like we oppress the insane and the people of this kingdom who are just the peasants we look down upon—

the crown he wears is not much heavier than his tears.

you are to rule with an iron fist, boy. what good will compassion do for these people?

maybe his crown was heavy in accordance with the weight pressing down on his shoulders.

harry was called insane for disliking war and dominance and carrying no respect for his father—the fucking king of this stupid fucking kingdom—

and the insane are kept locked away until some other bullshit authority takes them out and away and he is really just a burden— trapped in his own lonely swirling head and becoming dizzy with the thoughts of wanting to flee and escape this all or cry or— or die—

i-i’d be free.. wouldn’t i? and wouldn’t my father be happier?

but although his despair held enough strength of its own to pull the sword out of the stone like the legend itself— he was never brave enough to plunge it into his chest.

maybe he was too soft. too pitiful for his own good.

harry has come to believe in past lives.

he isn’t sure exactly where or when the idea formulated among the chaos in his mind, but he believes—he hopes—that past and future lives are real.

he knows they are; they have to be. he prays they are.

(that’s why he’s always been tempted to die at his own hand— take some control and be the one to send his soul into a new life already.)

he has always considered himself an old soul, deja-vu common but disheartening, and he never rationalizes why— other for the reason that he must have an older life still lingering in his body.

maybe that’s why he feels so out of place in this lifetime.

another book was probably crammed down his throat at some point in his suffocating youth— one with the idea of rebirth and reincarnation and how the soul is separate from the body so much so that it keeps moving when the physicality of a person dies— probably from some philosophy, some theological text—some middle-age epic poem that clogged his lungs with dust and imbibed pages of bullshit in his head.

even though he didn’t know where or when this thought came into his head, he sure knew why it did.

there isn’t a possibility that he hasn’t lived a different life before this time.

and he dreamed for the truth of it.

there is a taste of normalcy dancing along the tip of his tongue and the edge of his fingertips— too far in reach to fully grasp and be absorbed into. he’s met other princes and nobles and duchesses and queens— he’s met the love they have for their titles and status and it creates a film in his mouth he wants to spit out for hours. those people would rather die than live a normal, commoner life— wouldn’t he be that way too if there wasn’t some part of him holding him back?

between the mess of words and allegories and praises within the books he read and the poems he penned endlessly—the ones he’s hid from his father—something about the idea of multiple lives lived by the same soul stuck with him.

he wanted to be normal. common. he dreamed of it.

and if there was a chance his soul could be at some point, harry would leave this life soon. or at this point, at least suffer through this one for the hope of the next.

he hoped and he prayed and he dreamed for the sake of his sad, locked away soul that it would get to live a life at some point.

this wasn’t a life— he’s never had one.

harry saw for himself the way kids his age ran and shouted and chased each another when he traveled into the cities or the countryside, and he longs for it— the normalcy of it all— the beauty and simplicity and bliss.

he remembers reading about god when locked into the library for the day after he saw those children—tears dripping off his nose and splatting on worn pages and he’s sniffling at the words and he wonders when he will see god, for real. he wants to—needs to—see if there’s a purpose for him, for this life. if there is a god, he wouldn’t do this to him— make him fall to his knees and to his feet for a life so foreign to him, but familiar to his soul.

god, if you’re there, just fucking take me now, please.

but god didn’t answer.

maybe he was even burdening to god.

and harry wiped his tears and what was left of his heart had dissipated.

but then, an angel was sent to him.

he doesn’t remember the exact emotions he felt when he first saw her, but he knows that he believed his heart to reconstruct itself.

since his fingertips couldn’t grasp the normal life dangling in front of him, he was brushing them against the rose petals as he walked through the gardens. he liked how they felt against his skin— soft and pliant and delicate and this is why he liked june.

for the color. the feelings.

the feel of warmth from the sun on his cheek and the breeze through his hair and the gentleness of his humming swirling around him. the feelings of being lost and being free and being one with nature.

not that he could voice that.

but the older he grew the less his father scolded him— it was embedded in the both of them and the scars on harry’s skin that he was the way he was. it was easier when he pretended to be alike his father in front of the public— in private he could be what he wanted.

that’s why he roamed the gardens at sunrise— nobody would find him here and nobody would correct his lack of being proper.

or at least he thought nobody was there.

“ow! silly thing— was trying to be nice!”

harry had jumped when he heard the gentle voice— and although he couldn’t see who it came from, there was an annoyance in the tone that caught him off guard and dragged his vision towards a rosebush. his eyebrows dropped over his eyes in confusion, and he released the petal between his fingers and moved slowly towards the voice, which was still mumbling in disgruntlement.

and he’s walking towards the sound and thinking about who else would be here at sunrise—“um.. hello?” and he was responded with a gasp—and he’s walking around the bush and he—

he sees eyes.

beautiful, beautiful eyes.

and he thinks he may have finally died because he forgets how to breathe.

they’re glistening up at him, wide and bright and unmoving and he doesn’t know how his expression looked because he was so lost.

so incredibly lost in those eyes.

her lips are parted and his eyebrows raise and he’s staring down at her and the wind blows at the hair draped across her neck.

and it’s silent for a long moment that he can hear the bees buzzing.

“y-you… your highness i-i am so- … so sorry please forgive me i—”

he’s shaking his head as she looks down at her knees and she’s rambling and spewing apologies and bowing low to the ground and he can see her start to literally tremble and he’s so enamored and confused.

“are you alright?”

it cuts her off. i shouldn’t have spoken unless he did first. she sits up again and she’s still looking down in respect and he hates that he can’t see her eyes anymore. she’s silent and still.

“miss? are you okay?”

she sputters. she bows her head lower if that was possible and he slowly crouches so he’s at her eye level. and then he lowers completely and he sits next to her on the grass of the gardens, running a hand through his hair and she’s still shaking and she’s so confused. why is he stooping to a commoner’s level— i’m no ‘miss’—

“i-i’m so sorry, your highness i-i—..”

“miss?”

she sputters again.

“please look at me.”

she chokes but keeps it in the back of her throat. he wants me to look at him? is it so he can get a better description of my face for when he reports me o-or has me killed—

“you can look at me. it’s not a crime.” there’s a softness to his voice and she doesn’t understand why she isn’t being scolded or condemned or imprisoned at this point.

“.. your majesty..—”

“this is no trick, can you… will you please look at me?”

and her eyes flicker up hesitantly, her head still slightly bowed and she meets his eyes again. and she falls in his gaze and he melts in her’s.

and she realizes how utterly beautiful he is. she’s only ever seen him from afar— but up close his lips and skin are smooth and soft and his eyes… they look—… kind.

“there you are.” he gives her a small smile. “beautiful eyes, you have.”

she’s beautiful. prettier than any rose he’s ever seen and he wants to fiddle with her lips between his fingertips and slot them between his own.

“can i ask what you’re doing?” he murmurs, keeping his voice soft and she shivers under his gaze and his low voice.

“i was just… trying to…—” her eyes move in front of her lap and harry sees that there’s one of the garden rabbits in between her and the bush. he chuckles softly.

“tryin’ to pet him? they can be fiesty little buggers sometimes.”

but he leans over and scoops the bunny up easily and holds him to his chest, petting between his ears with his fingers and moving his eyes back to hers.

she’s in awe; she blinks and looks away, shifting in her position.

“you’re timothy’s daughter, no?”

she blinks at him again, nodding slowly, tentatively. how would he know the palace gardener by name? is he mad? will he tell father—

he grins. “like a friend to me, your father. he used to bring your brother around when i was younger too.” he’s still petting the bunny and she’s in awe. “used to play with him. jack, yes?”

she nods again.

“mm. used to help them plant tulips when my father wasn’t here.”

she wonders why her father never told her about him— how different he seemed than his father. she only looks down at her lap and fiddles with her fingers.

“you’re awfully quiet. think this little thing is louder than you, love.” harry smirks at her.

love.

he calls her love.

she blushes when she hears it and can’t help but crack a small smile. she tucks a piece of hair behind her ear and chews on the inside of her cheek in apprehension.

“what is your name?”

so she tells him softly— as calm and gentle as the morning breeze and the sun is just beginning to peek out and illuminate her skin.

and with a smile, he takes the bunny and places it on her lap.

her fingers move to nestle between its ears and she smiles softly.

and then his touch melds with hers.

because he takes her other hand in between his two and lifts it to his lips. and he kisses her skin once as if she were royalty, and her lips part as his do from her hand.

“i’m harry. just.. just harry.”

—

that was when they were eighteen.

they fall in love so deeply and so quickly—of course they do—and harry knew he would fall in love with her the moment he saw her and he detests god for not sending her to him sooner.

but he lets it slide.

because she loves and cares for him so wholeheartedly that harry’s frozen and broken heart has thawed in his chest and his stoic eyes have softened.

everyone can see it— but nobody could put their finger on what had happened to the sad little boy that was whipped into refinement for so long. the palace workers are shaking their heads at him fondly again, murmuring how he seems to be back in the clouds and it’s become normalized again by the time he’s twenty-three. he’s asking for paints and instruments and spends hours writing poetry and he feels like himself.

harry feels bliss.

pure blissfulness and it’s all from falling in love with the pretty girl in the garden who loves him authentically. not for his title— not for his riches— just him. just harry.

his flower, his rose, his pretty love who he calls his and identifies himself within parts of her.

he finds solace in her touch and sees her glowing cheeks in the sunsets and he wants to wrap himself in her heart.

he writes her poems and songs and paints her face and eyes and lips and she gets emotional when he does— kissing him endlessly and murmuring how in love she is with him and he can’t help but grin into her skin.

he says it back with a fire in his eyes and he could drop dead from her smile shining his way.

he’s happy. he’s so utterly and unbelievably happy.

even though it’s all a secret.

as much as he wants to shout from every rooftop and into every face of his royal family— she is his, the one thing he has that is his, the thing he cherishes most. and it’s not that she’s a dirty little secret— he just loves that he feels ultimately comfortable and normal around her; he doesn’t need to act.

she’s the taste of love and happiness and normalcy he’s begged and prayed for for all these years.

his fingers are lost in her hair and skimming along her body and he soaks in her smiles and her laughs like they’re rays of sunshine and he could spend the rest of his days basking in her presence. he sneaks out to watch the stars with her in the countryside and they dance in the pouring rain and they bask in the sunrises that appear bright above the kingdom’s horizon. he’s had dinner with her family in their small cottage at the late hours of the night— feeling like he belongs to a family. they’re the only ones who know— kind enough to treat him as their own and allow him to stay the nights or cry on their shoulders when it’s been particularly hard.

he’s attained the normalcy he’s always craved— and it’s all because he’s fallen in love with his flower.

“you’re the love of my life, y’know.”

she whispers it into the space between them in her bed, fingers caressing his bare chest while harry drifts in the floaty space between being asleep and awake. he hums, low in his throat and he feels her lips sponge on his neck.

he shivers.

“and you are mine.” he murmurs, and she’s smiling into his skin and nipping at it softly.

she sits up, rubbing at her eye as he stares up at her from his place on his back. her hand then finds the top of his head, rubbing through his curls and he could easily forget everything and drift back asleep. her sheer curtains let the light pass through from her window and the golden hue that falls on her skin makes him want to kiss every inch of her.

“want to take a bath, love?” she asks softly, watching his eyes flutter.

and he sighs, “can’t. have to be back before they notice i’m gone.”

she frowns, “stay? just a little longer?” she whispers.

“hey,” he speaks softly, eyes opening to see her lip trapped between her teeth. “promise you we won’t have to cut our time short anymore. soon, okay?” he stares at her intently, sending his promise through the sharpness of his eyes.

she nods, looking down. but her hand falls away from his hair.

she’s used to the sinking feeling in her stomach but that doesn’t make it feel any better. she’s sad— it’s easy to tell. she wants to love him openly and outwardly— paint each other in the garden and kiss and dance in the ballroom without being questioned or scrutinized. she hates that it makes her upset—she doesn’t need validation or the attention of being the prince’s new woman! (only ever woman, actually)—but she gets paranoid that he’s ashamed of her. no matter the countless times he’s assured her of the exact opposite or the endless evidence of his character that he doesn’t care about that stuff, it still pangs her insecurities and she finds her reflection judging herself.

she wishes she was poised and elegant and proper and beautiful and enough— enough to where harry could be seen as fitting with her.

but she has dirt under her nails and messy wild hair and it hurts her every time he leaves or every time he smiles at her from his balcony while she’s helping her father tend the garden. seeing him so high up only reminds her of the distance and the difference of who they are.

she wishes his parents could be proud of him and of who he loves.

she also knows that that will never happen.

“love?” he murmurs, his hand finding hers, “upset with me, are you?”

she shakes her head and meets his eyes. “just wish it was different.” she shrugs.

he nods, “yeah.”

“wish i was born into royalty or something—” she takes her hand away from his and tears spring to her eyes. “then i’d get to have you.”

“hey.” he frowns, “you do have me.”

her laugh is mixed with a small sob as she doesn’t meet his eyes.

harry reaches for her touch again, cupping her cheek and turning her face.

“all of me.”

he’s looking at her intently but it’s silent and his heart twitches because there’s something there. she’s holding something— holding something back and away from him and he can tell.

he furrows his eyebrows. “what is it?”

she shakes her head, eyes fluttering around her room and her face falling away from his touch— she’s studying the size of her room, how everything is cramped and small and how everything isn’t as grand as he is.

“i know when you aren’t telling me something.”

she looks at him, chin trembling and he falters at the sheer emotion she’s showing.

“it’s nothing, harry.” she whispers.

“love.”

her lip trembles. you have to tell him.

“what’s going on?”

she meets his eyes.

they’re piercing and confused and she hates that this may be the last time she’ll be able to see them like this.

“they’re marrying you off.” she whispers.

and it’s silent.

she sighs and a sob forces its way out and he’s quiet.

he doesn’t look mad or upset— she doesn’t know what he’s thinking or feeling and so she has to look away. there’s a sudden coldness in the room.

“what d’you mean.” he doesn’t ask, he states, his voice monotone.

she wipes her cheek.

“dad overheard. they... your parents know.”

“...they know..?”

“they know you’re in love with someone they wouldn’t approve of.” she smiles sadly at her ceiling, wishing her tears would soak back into her. she sniffles, “just didn’t say that it is me. said a guard caught you leaving and they found some of your poems.”

he’s shaking. harry’s hands are shaking and he fumbles to hold hers.

“dad told me last night after you fell asleep.”

he swallows.

and then she speaks quieter than he’s ever heard. “i have to leave.”

his heart drops.

“...l-leave?”

she meets his eyes and there’s tears welled at his waterline and she hates that she’s put them there.

“your parents want me dead.” her hand squeezes his. “they’ve.. started investigating who you’ve been seeing all this time. want her dead o-or.. gone before they marry you off to the princess a few kingdoms over.”

and then her lips tremble.

“... i think they intentionally said it so casually—outwardly—in the garden because.. they knew dad would be there. t-they—”

he’s shaking his head because he knows what she’s going to say.

“i think they know it’s me, harry.”

“n-no.. but they can’t do that—”

“you know they can.”

“i-i.. i won’t let anyone hurt you. especially not them.” he swallows. “you… you know that.”

“i know. but that’s not...—” she shrugs.

it’s not enough.

his tears have started to fall.

“you can’t leave.”

she knows he’s not talking about the kingdom.

her hand touches his cheek.

“i was never enough for you anyways.” she cries.

“don’t say that—”

“i’m not who you should be with.”

“that’s not true—”

“you deserve to be happy a-and… this is who you are. you’re meant to be ruling a kingdom and not with some commoner girl who—”

“stop.” he sobs, and he’s leaning into her touch and grasping at her hands and any other part of her he can. he’s losing her through his own hands.

he’s shaking and crying into her open palm and she’s holding everything back because it really is just not enough. she wants to wrap him in her arms but she knows that that will make this so much harder.

“i’m happy with you and not in my role. you know that.” he’s saying it around a bite of frustration.

he stutters for a moment but can only sob, and he holds her wrist and starts desperately kissing at her fingers and her palm and her wrist and her arm, and she’s sobbing into her own lap. he’s hiccuping and muttering pleas into her skin and it’s undeniably pathetic of him.

“don’t leave me. please don’t i-i—...” he’s begging.

but he knows his own father would have her executed without blinking.

“harry.” she says his name like a mantra and his forehead is pressed to her knuckles. “you know i’d die for you. you know that but— i can’t have you dying for me.”

“that isn’t fair.”

“i know, i-i.. i know.”

harry’s throat is burning and he’s trying so hard to think. his head is swirling and hot and he can’t find a way out of this fog that’s trapping him in this fucking nightmare.

he can’t do this— god he really can’t.

this is worse than a knife to his chest and this is more troubling than the thoughts that contemplated his own existence and this is all blinding him— cutting off his senses. he can’t lose her. he wants to bring her in front of his father and mother and give them an ultimatum— but he knows that wouldn’t work— either way she is endangered because of him and—

“i’m sorry.”

he meets her eyes, his two hands holding her one.

then he lets it fall to her bedding, and his eyes follow in shame.

“this is all my fault.”

“h...”

“who i am is the fault of this all.” his tone is stoic and unwavering.

“you know that’s extreme, harry.”

“is it?”

his love swallows.

“where will you go? will you be safe?” he’s asking her without looking at her, a wave of desperation coaxing through the monotony of his voice.

she nods, “i’ll be a few kingdoms over.”

harry pauses. he bites on the inner part of his lip and shakes his head. “what if… what if i talk to them, huh? get them to-to.. to see and.. understand and—” she’s shaking her head and he swallows and he wishes he never lifted his gaze. “i-i was going to talk to them eventually, love, i-i…” harry sighs. “planned on marrying you soon, anyways.”

her eyes lift to his slowly and her lips part, “really?”

“i told you that you have all of me.” he looks down on her ring finger, “just wanted to make it official.”

her mouth is dry and coated in shock and she doesn’t know what to do. she looks at him desperately.

“love.” he then says seriously, and she nods slowly. “i-... there’s a small cottage in Pratetus. you know where that is, yes?”

she nods again, confused and trembling and her eyebrows are hovering over her eyes.

“used to belong to one of my nurses before she passed. told me it was mine when she died. i want you to go there.”

“harry—”

“listen.”

she does.

“it will take a few days travel. i will give the directions to your father so he can take you safely. go there. nobody will find you there.”

she swallows.

“okay?”

“i- okay.”

“promise me.”

“...i promise.” she whispers.

his authoritative voice fades into a softer one. “i will return to the palace to pack my things and then i will meet you there.”

she jumps. “meet me there?! what?..—”

“i’ll grab riches and jewels and we will live there, together.”

she’s staring at him incredulously.

“harry—”

“we-..we will sell the riches and live off the land.” and he’s smiling now. it’s sad, and cracking and watery but he’s finally looking at her again. “can get married. properly. change m’name or something. a-and we can have kids, like you’ve always said. and animals and—...” his eyes are shining. “we’ll live happily, yeah? together and happily, and we’ll be safe.”

“harry, no.” she breathes. “i will not let you give up your life for me.”

“you know my life is one i’ve never wanted.”

“i—”

“you know that better than anyone. i am not leaving anything behind. i will not be leaving behind a life of happiness, and i am not leaving you behind to pursue my title.” he says it sternly. “i am not going to lose you. i cannot and will not lose you.”

she’s hesitant. her eyes drift away and suddenly his shirt on her body is making her hot. she stands up and off the bed, pacing a few steps as her hands come to rub her face.

it’s quiet.

harry panics.

“do you not wish the same?” he whispers, deducing her hesitancy to to an answer that will break him. “it.. it’s okay if you...— do you not want that?”

“of course i want that— you, harry!” she says it incredulously, her hands falling from her face. he’s staring at her from his place on her bed, crestfallen and desperate and she’s never seen him this small.

“i..i couldn’t ask that of you— couldn’t live that life knowing you gave up your other one.”

“but i’d finally get to have you.” he says it sadly and quietly. “you’ve had all of me, but i’ve been... trapped in this all. i don’t have all of you and not because you won’t give yourself to me.” he murmurs. “it’s because i have failed to commit to sacrificing privileges for what i truly want— and out of fear. i am a coward, and have always been.” he shakes his head at her and she feels a tear fall down her chin.

“but i am no longer afraid. i will give up anything i have if it means that i would be free and with you and i’d get to live with you in the way i’ve always wanted. we could live and.. and build our own garden.”

she can see his eyes longing for her.

“let’s live what we’ve talked endlessly about. i’ll beg you if i must.”

she sniffs and her chin trembles.

“please. i know it’s selfish. i know. b-but...”

another tear escapes and falls to her jaw as it clenches. she moves forward and sits back down on her bed, and takes his hands.

“i want you, too. we’re both selfish.” she whispers. “just me and you?”

his smile is watery and happy, “you and me.” he affirms.

and harry’s love nods slowly.

“yes?”

she sobs in mix with her emotional laugh, nodding faster before launching herself at him and wrapping her arms around his neck. her face lands on his shoulder and her tears splat against his bare skin as she squeezes him tight.

“yes.”

—

“what do you mean you’re leaving? what is this nonsense, harry.”

he looks his father in the eyes. “you’re in my way,” is all he says, brushing past him and grasping for his paints that he was standing in front of.

“harry! i’ve asked you a question.”

“and i believe you know the answer.”

harry’s eyes match his father’s with the malice they carry. harry is challenging him in his expression, looking at him with disgust and carelessness. he was always told he carries a resemblance to his father.

“should’ve done this a long time ago. saved the family from some embarrassment, no?” harry quips at him with sarcasm and his father has nothing to do but glare. “you really don’t know what love is, in any capacity. do you?” he asks, laughing in incredulousness. “you didn’t marry mother out of love, nor were gemma and i conceived out of love. and you still never loved any of us in life, especially me.” harry’s laughing at this sick joke of his father and the older man steps closer to him.

“you really haven’t matured at all, son.”

“oh, really?” he’s fake pouting, finding this all too amusing.

“knew you would never be a man; i guess my lessons didn’t teach you enough.”

“maybe you’re just a prick.”

“excuse me?”

“i said it quite clearly. you were the one who did teach me to stop mumbling.” harry walks to the other side of the room to continue packing.

“you’re making a fool of yourself.” his father speaks again after a long pause.

“learnt from the best!”

“harry—”

“guess your ‘lessons’ weren’t all too bad, hm?”

harry’s heart is pounding with adrenaline and freedom. all the quick wit and i’m-sick-of-your-shit feelings are pouring out of him, having flooded his insides for far too long.

“why am i a fool, father? because i’ve put up with you for this long?... or—”

“you are a disgrace to the royal name.”

“guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”

“enough!”

harry did shut up at his father’s yell, but not without a sick grin plastered on his face.

the tension in the room pulses.

“father.” he speaks again, half-laughing. “i’m happy and in love, and i can’t live the rest of my life not being with her.”

the king’s face reddens. “you have a duty to this kingdom.”

harry throws his bag to his feet and points a finger towards his father. “as if you would ever let me rule. we all know the crown will go to gemma.”

“maybe it’s because you’re weak. weak as a son, a prince, a man. have you ever thought of that?”

“how could i forget with you telling me since i wasn’t even a man!?” he laughs.

his father falls silent because he truly doesn’t know what to say. so instead, harry speaks again.

“i know you hate me.” he says, “and i’ve long accepted that. but..” he looks at him intensely, “you hate me so much that.. that you won’t let me be happy? you genuinely wish for me to live miserably? i am still your family.”

the king breathes out. “it is not that—...”

“then what is it?”

silence again. because the king still doesn’t have an answer.

harry bends down and grabs his bag again, and then stands tall. “you’ve made my life hell, for fun?”

“i was making you into a man who could hold authority.”

“just like you, i bet.”

his father grins evilly. “yes.”

“well look at me now” harry grins. “i’m leaving, and nobody can tell me otherwise, especially you.”

harry starts to walk towards and out the door where his father is standing in front of, but the king’s gruff hand hits harry’s chest with a thud. harry looks down, unimpressed. and his father’s eyes narrow.

“and you think you’ll make it out of here?”

harry’s eyebrows lift as he brushes his hand off. “is that a challenge?”

the king’s face hardens.

harry grins.

“guards!”

and that’s when harry’s smile cracks.

—

he’s taking a day longer than he said it would.

she’s worried.

the sun has long set and the fire has been roaring with heat for hours, and is now only charcoal and ashes. the crickets have began to sing, and she can’t help but decide that it sounds incredibly solemn.

it doesn’t help her nerves one bit.

she’s been pacing for hours across the floor of the cottage, giving up on trying to distract herself by putting things away or cooking dinner for her and her father and harry, as she had hoped.

and yet, despite her hopes, the third plate at the table was untouched and cold and none of this is helping her nerves.

“honey, he’ll be here.” her father has been trying to soothe her for the hours he’s been late. internally, he’s just as worried— harry was like another son to him and he’s concerned that something terrible is keeping him from being here— not that he’d ever voice that.

“dad, i—...” she chews her lip and turns towards him, “what if he’s hurt? we’re so far away and..” her mind starts to wander dangerously. “what if he’s been imprisoned? you know how cruel the king can be!..—”

“he wouldn’t want you to stress in this way. he’ll be here. something is just holding him up.”

“yes! maybe chains at this point!”

her father sighs and leans back in his chair. he needs to get back to the kingdom soon, or people will grow suspicious. but he won’t leave his daughter when she is distraught.

“it took us three days to get here and he planned to leave a day after we have and it is now creeping into the fifth day and—”

“it’s late. you should rest.”

“i will not until he arrives. i need to know he is safe and—” she trails off, biting her lip. “if he isn’t here in one more day i am going back.”

“you can never show your face in that kingdom again.”

“i don’t care. i need to find him—”

“you’ll be killed for treason if you go back!”

“better me than him!’

the door creaks.

the tension and volume in the room drop to silence, and her eyes lift to the door, as do her father’s.

boots hit the entrance’s floor with a soft thud and the door is pushed open more.

and he’s there. and she can breathe.

he’s bruised and bloodied and there’s sword cuts littering his body, but he’s grinning.

“oh.. oh god, harry,” she rushes to him and holds his face, and he’s smirking in glory and pride.

“y’still love me if i’ve hurt people?” he laughs. “he surrendered after i defeated fourteen of his guards. even helped me load my things.”

she laughs sadly, and her eyes are watery as they scan the wounds on his figure.

“harry.. i— let’s get you fed a-and.. and cleaned up—”

“one thing first.”

harry’s eyes shift and fall to her father’s face, who is just as relieved to see him as she is. harry’s hand falls to her stomach, silently telling her it’s okay, and he stumbles towards him grinning, the older man placing a hand on his shoulder to steady him.

“sir,” he grins mischievously, “my name is harry.”

her father quirks an eyebrow but is smiling simultaneously. “...yes?”

“i come from days away and am exhausted from my journey,” harry says softly, his smile creeping towards his eyes, “i’ve come because i am so in love with your daughter, as she is my light and makes me so incredibly happy.”

her tears drip to the cottage floor but she rolls her eyes fondly.

“do i have your blessing to offer her my hand in marriage? will you let her marry a lowly man like myself?”

timothy chuckles loudly, laughing with his belly and throat and with his eyes shining he nods towards his daughter. “gonna take care of her?”

“with my whole being, sir.”

“eh, a low-life like yourself? hm... think she may be able to do better--”

“you both are idiots.”

and harry’s laugh get mixed into her kiss.

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Albedo - Creation

Part two of “stories I want to port over from the old blog”. I’ll post a few more tomorrow.

Albedo was a master of alchemy. It was rare for him to find a problem he couldn’t solve with some ingenuity. Others called him a genius, but Albedo merely thought his work was simple for someone like him.

However, tomorrow was a very special day- the day of your birth- and he had yet to find that perfect gift. The institution of gift-giving was already a foreign enough concept. He’d mostly relied on Sucrose to tell him what to buy for who. But this time, with only a week to prepare, she’d stubbornly put her foot down. “They’re your partner,” Sucrose said. “Figure it out yourself.” So, not one to be deterred by a challenge, decided the solution was simple: if he couldn’t buy the right gift, he’d simply make you one. And at the beginning of the week, he thought it would be simple. He could make anything. It wouldn’t take much to create something perfect for you.

His first instinct had, of course, been alchemy. A new weapon seemed like a good start, and Albedo could make most of the things the blacksmith would need. The ore he’d have to find on his own, but he could break those open without much effort. But about halfway through the process of refining some old Hilichurl scrolls into something usable, Albedo realized this creation wouldn’t really be his. It would be the blacksmith doing all of the work. Therefore, the present wouldn’t be very personal, something Sucrose had drilled into him numerous times since you and he had started an official courtship.

So, his first idea was discarded.

His second plan was to make some jewelry. Albedo was pretty good at fashioning gemstones and other precious materials into various shapes. Retrieving said gems wasn’t particularly hard. Plenty of materials had been left behind by adventurers who didn’t understand exactly what was needed to transmute a gem into one of a larger size. But again, just before he started building this potential gift, he stopped. He realized that he was not creating anything. Just building something out of things that others had left behind. And that just wouldn’t do. He needed something different. Something he could make with only minimal help from others.

So, he continued thinking.

His third idea was arguably the easiest to execute, but it was not something Albedo had done before. You baked for him often, frequently bringing by delicious chocolate or fruity snacks during his long work hours. And you were a natural baker, something that still mystified him. And while he believed you were special, he decided that it couldn’t be that hard to make something for you. Baking was just another form of alchemy, after all. For an extra personal touch, he gathered all of the base ingredients himself and spent an entire day turning his sweet flowers into sugar, his wheat into flour, and procuring everything else he needed. And when all of that had gone off without a hitch, all Albedo had to do was follow a recipe Sucrose had graciously given him and the cupcakes would be ready.

And yet, for some reason, that’s not what happened. And a few hours later, Albedo was left perplexed with two trays of inedible baked goods. When he inquired with Sucrose as to why that happened, she asked him a variety of questions that only confused him more. Yes, he followed the recipe. Yes, he’d set his timers right. No, the ingredients weren’t expired. Yes, he’d been paying attention while they were baking. No, he didn’t have a clue why they turned out that way.

And so, plan number three was quite literally thrown out.

Now there he was with less than a day before your birthday, staring at a small package of rose seeds. He’d purchased them from Flora on a whim and slowly convinced himself that this was the right gift. Flowers rushed to maturity through the use of alchemy. It would have been better if he had somehow gathered the seeds himself, but Albedo knew he was running out of time. Normally, attempting something like this would take days of preparation, experimentation, and lots of research. Albedo had hours at most, and anyone who could have helped him had already gone home for the day.

So, he did the only thing he could do. He got to work.

He started with a single seed, examining it as closely as he could. He detailed its shape, size, and weight. Reviewed everything he knew about cultivating flowers and gathered anything that could possibly be used as a pot. Thankfully, he’d already gathered dirt samples for another experiment, something he could ask Sucrose to replace. After he poured the packet onto the table, he was disheartened to see there were only ten. Even if everything went perfectly, he’d be short the dozen that Sucrose had once told him was a special number.

Six, He decided. If twelve was the perfect number, then six would be just as good. He knew it was a logical leap, but it made him feel better as he planted each seed into their respective pot. For the first one, he tried special alchemy infused water that had worked well on the various Dragonspine flora. And the seed did grow, but it withered almost instantly in the warm air.

One down. Only three more mistakes to go.

The second one was a bit more successful as Albedo fed it a concoction of water from Starfell lake and a growth formula he’d made on a whim a few weeks prior. But that plant didn’t have the shine he wanted. It wasn’t quite as large as he’d seen other roses, nor was it the right color. Instead of a vibrant red, it was a meddling mix of pink and black. He assumed it was the growth formula that had been wrong and moved on without it.

Two down. Two to go.

The third one showed significantly more promise with a concoction that Sucrose had made to help grow imported flora in their camp at Dragonspine. While the color wasn’t quite as bold as Albedo wanted, he accepted that it was beautiful enough and moved on to the next seed with a new mixture. This one failed to grow at all, much to his disappointment. When he tried to use Sucrose’s formula a second time, the plant both grew and died within a few seconds; no better than the first one.

Three down, but he had one success. That might just be good enough.

To ensure that he would have at least a small bouquet, Albedo used the rest of Sucrose’s discovery on four more plants. But for the last one, he wanted something special. Something perfect and as vibrant as you were. So, as the sun dipped lower in the sky, he paced his lab, debating on how exactly to achieve the colors he wanted. His mind raced through possibilities, and he began using other plants he’d gathered to test various mixtures. A few showed promise, but most just withered. But Albedo didn’t get frustrated. Instead, he found himself enjoying the work. Others might have seen it as tedious, but he found it refreshing. It had been a long time since he’d done something just for himself, and even longer since he’d used his alchemy for you.

He was determined to get it right, no matter the time invested.

But then you showed up, much to his surprise, and the entire experiment derailed.

“Albedo?” You said, gazing at the mess the lab had turned into. It was the first time Albedo realized how obsessed he’d become with this little project. He was almost embarrassed at the chaos he’d left behind but knew you’d seen the lab in a similar state before. Such was the nature of his experiments. If anything, the state of his own clothing was much more distressing, as he’d become caked in dirt and other grime moving between all the plants at such a rapid pace.

“You are… here,” He said somewhat awkwardly. “I was not expecting you.”

“It’s almost midnight,” you said, your voice laced with concern. “I was worried about you.”

Albedo glanced outside, genuinely surprised to see how high the moon had gotten. It had only felt like an hour or two had passed, not the entire day. “I apologize,” He said. “It wasn’t my intention to worry you so.”

You looked around, eyebrows raised. “What kind of mess have you gotten yourself into this time?”

Albedo glanced at the roses he’d left behind before looking back at you. “I was almost done with my bouquet.”

“Bouquet?” You echoed. “Of what?”

“Roses,” He said. “Your favorite.”

Your eyes widened. “You mean all of this,” You waved your hands out in front of you. “Is because you were trying to grow roses… for me?”

“Yes.”

Your gaze softened as your smile widened. “You didn’t have to do all this, Albedo. The fact that you were thinking of me at all means a lot.”

“But it’s your birthday,” Albedo said. “I wanted…” He trailed off as, for the first time in a long time, words failed him. He wanted things to be special. Yet here he was, failing again. This whole week had been a mess, and he’d missed you for a majority of it, all trying to make something that would only last a short amount of time.

You stepped up in front of him, brushing your thumb under his eye. Specks of dirt hit the floor as you moved to his cheeks, and his breath hitched when your eyes met. It felt like ages since the two of you had just been together like this. He’d been home so late, and you up so early that you rarely saw each other. And that was partially his fault. He had no reason to stay out so late. He’d simply done so because it was normal. Albedo was still figuring out the whole ‘relationship’ thing. He was still trying to break down the walls around his own heart; the ones that made it difficult to love anyone.

But you were still there. You always were, even when he wasn’t there for you.

“Come home,” You said softly. “Take the day off. We can spend it together.”

Albedo nodded, blushing as you leaned in to give him a chaste yet wonderful kiss. You smiled as you pulled away, taking his hand to lead him out of the mess. He knew he’d have to apologize to Sucrose and the others later, as they wouldn’t be able to work under such conditions. But, as the bell struck midnight and he wandered home with you, Albedo realized that this is where he was really meant to be.

The world could wait for one day. All he wanted to do was spend time with you.

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