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pupkashi · 8 months

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gojo’s favorite hobby is being your personal nurse

a/n: hi friends ! this is incredibly self indulgent seeing as though i am currently sick and need comfort as i fight this tough battle (studying for exams) i have no idea if this good or not because my brain isn’t really working ,,, sorry if it sucks </3

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it started off with the itch in your nose, just the slightest sensation that you brushed off. the pollen count wasn’t too high anyway, the short walks between lectures should be fine.

you ignored the scratchy and sore feeling in your throat, maybe it was just because you had too much of a fun time at the football game? but you were not sick.

“sweetheart you look like death” satoru pouted, closing the apartment door behind him as he walked in. he easily slipped his uniform jacket off, holding it loosely in his hand, leaning over you and gently pressing his lips to your forehead.

“are you sick? why didn’t you tell me this morning before i left?” he frowned, tossing his jacket to the side and immediately b-lining for the kitchen.

“‘toru what are you doing? I’m fine!” you mumble, the scratchy feeling in your throat making it harder for you to argue back.

“what is it? your allergies? were any of your friends sick? they said the cold was going around again…” he’s mainly mumbling the last part to himself as he trails off.

you can only hear the light clatter of mugs and pots as you peer over the kitchen bar from your spot on the couch. your laptop was open, still untouched as you pulled the blanket closer to your body.

“what are you even doing? i can take care of myself” you sigh, already standing up, heading to the kitchen before satoru’s deep voice has you stopping in your tracks.

“sit down sweets” his voice is firm, leaving no room for argument as you settle yourself back into the couch. only moments later he’s walking over to you slowly, a mug in his hands.

“drink this while it’s still hot, i added some honey in so it tastes a bit less bitter” he smiles, setting it on the table. “I’ll be back in a bit, i want that tea finished by the time I’m back, ‘kay?”

“where are you going?” you ask, eyes peeking from behind the hot mug, the hot liquid soothing your throat.

“gonna get us some pho” he smiles, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before he’s vanishing in front of your eyes, the slight gust of wind hitting you softly.

you let out a small sigh, sipping on the tea in front of you, thankful for the brief relief of pain it brought you. your eyes fell on your laptop, a pout on your lips as you realized it was already 6pm and you had yet to do a single thing on your to do list.

before you could even think of grabbing your laptop and doing some work satoru was unlocking the front door, bounding in with two bags of food, setting them on the table and heading over to you.

he didn’t hesitate in closing your laptop, stopping your protests as he sweeps you off your feet and places you softly in the dining chair.

“here take this medicine once you’ve finished all the food” satoru hums gently, sitting down next to you and handing you the gel capsules. “wouldve made you chicken noodle soup but all the chickens frozen” he smiled sheepishly.

“it’s okay angel boy” you hum, sipping on the hot broth, “this is great too” satoru can’t help but smile, glad that you hadn’t lost your appetite.

he’s carrying the dishes to the sink, making sure to wash them and put them to dry before you can even mutter a word argument. ‘you’re sick you should be resting not washing dishes’ you had reprimanded him, a soapy finger pointing to the bedroom, ‘now go get ready for bed.’ your own words biting you in the ass as he repeated them back to you months later.

it wasn’t long after you’d brushed your teeth and changed clothes that satoru joined you in bed, frowning at how badly you were shivering.

“c’mere sweets” he murmurs, already pulling you into his chest.

“what if-” satoru doesn’t let you finish, brushing your hair out of your face a bit before placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“stop worrying your pretty little head about me, I’m not gonna get sick” he smiles, pulling you even closer to him. you relish in the radiating heat of his body, more grateful than ever that he had always ran much warmer than you did. “I’m the strongest remember?”

the words have you rolling your eyes at him, not having enough energy to argue back. you’re only mustering a light smack on his chest, fighting back a smile when satoru whines out a soft ‘ouch!’ before squeezing you a bit tighter.

the nighttime medicine kicks in quickly, and between your body aches and runny nose, there isn’t much protest on your end when giving in to the drowsiness.

“gnight angel boy” you mumble, already half asleep as the words tumble from your mouth. satoru peeks his eyes open a bit, taking in your flushed skin, parted lips and messy hair.

“goodnight sweetheart” he smiles, heart pounding against his rib cage. how do you manage to look like the epitome of love and perfection even when you’re sick?

the next morning satoru’s side of the bed is empty, and there’s a hot cup of tea sitting on the nightstand. it’s as you’re taking the first sip of the steaming liquid that satoru walks in with oatmeal and fruits for you.

“how’s my sweetheart doin’?” he asks, his lips pressing to your forehead, the gesture doubling as affection and assurance that your fever didn’t come back.

“‘m okay” you mumble, blowing a bit at the food infront of you to cool it down. “i have lab at 8 though i need to get ready” you sigh, muscles screaming at you to stop moving.

“you feeling better?” he asks, sitting at the foot of the bed, making sure you took your medicine and ate your fill.

“worse actually” you sigh, setting aside the now empty plate and swallowing the gel capsules along with the warm tea.

satoru frowns at your words, your skin still flushed and goosebumps trailing along your arms despite being swaddled in the fuzzy blanket. he’s holding out the thermometer infront of you, hoping for his initial guess to be wrong, but as he reads the thermometer his frown only deepens.

“you’re burning up” he sighs, already pulling his phone out and dialing shoko, walking out the bedroom before you can say anything. “yeah can you make a doctors note for y/n? they’ve got a fever and i don’t want them leaving the house for another couple days.”

you can hear the smile in his voice as he thanks his friend, walking in with a wide grin on his face as he takes the plates from your lap.

“shokos making you a doctors note so you don’t have to worry about working or class or anything until next week” he grins, pressing his lips to your forehead.

“i still have some homework i have to finish up tonight” you frown, falling back on the plush pillows behind you. satoru’s footsteps are quiet as he leaves the room, and you can vaguely hear the sound of the kitchen sink running as he washes the dishes.

you don’t realize you’ve fallen asleep until you wake up hours later, the sun shining through the still closed blinds and your just a tad bit sweaty, most likely from the fever your body was still fighting off.

your muscles are still aching as you throw the blanket off your body, suddenly feeling much too hot for the layers of clothes you have on.

you’re peeking your head out from the hallway, the tv playing softly and satoru has your laptop in his lap, fingers typing away as his eyes land on you after a minute.

“what are you doing?” you ask, slowly making your way towards him, fatigue hitting you the second you sit down.

“i wrote your paper already so you didn’t have to worry about it, you can check it over before you turn it in, also emailed your lab instructor so you can get a makeup assignment for todays stuff” he smiles, turning the screen to you.

“toru you didn’t have to” you pout, warmth blooming in your chest, this time not related to your illness. satoru is smiling at you, pressing his glossy lips to your nose, taking a second to smooth your hair down before shaking his head.

“it’s the least you deserve,” he replies, “don’t want you stressed while you’re sick, focus on getting healthy for me again.” the slight twinkle in his blue eyes is enough to make you cave, knowing there was no way to talk him out of this one.

your body wiggling it’s way under one of his arms is enough of an answer for him. he can feel how hot your skin feels against his, but he doesn’t mention it as you doze off against him, only waking you when his timer goes off.

“what’re you timing?” you ask, still slightly asleep as you watch him head to the kitchen.

“your soup is done! it’s time for you to take medicine again.”

your lover is attentive and doting if nothing else, serving you a generous bowl of his home made chicken noodle soup. he’s explaining the benefits of each vegetable as he plates the food, telling you how he made megumi some when he used to get sick and how the boy always seemed to get better soon after.

“it has everything to do with the secret ingredients and not with the medicine i was making him take” he grins, placing the bowl on the dining table and ushering you over.

you bring the first spoonful to your lips, fully expecting to have to lie through your teeth and tell your lover how amazing the soup was. but you didn’t have to lie, and the evident shock on your face was enough to boost satoru’s ego through the roof.

“oh wow” you mumble, bringing a second spoonful to your mouth, “this is actually really good.” your brows are slightly furrowed as you finish the soup, sniffling a bit as you set your spoon down.

“not bad huh?” there’s a giant grin on his glossy lips as he smiled at you, and even sick and feverish you’re rolling your eyes at him and crossing your arms over your chest.

“what’s the secret ingredient?” satoru is quick to light up at your question, pressing his lips to your cheek before replying.

“love!”

you can’t help the smile that plays on your lips, giggling a bit at his one word reply. “no wonder it’s the best thing I’ve ever eaten,” you reply, the words making his smile grow wider as he follows you back to bed.

satoru doesn’t say anything as you burrow yourself under the blankets again, instead he helps tuck you in, kissing your forehead the moment you’re finally comfortable.

it’s like that for the next few days.

breakfast in bed, satoru waking you to make sure you take your medicine every six hours. he’s taking your temperature avidly, holding you tightly when you’re sleeping, pressing feathery kisses to your flushed skin.

he’s cooking you home made meals and buying you anything you want, keeping an eye on you at all times when he’s home. he’s waving yaga off when he calls, telling him there’s a much more pressing issue at hand and leaving nanami in charge of his students until further notice.

“angel you know i can take care of myself right?” you mumble, your fingers are tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck. “I’m not even that sick anymore actually.”

satoru furrows his brows at your words, shaking his head softly at you, “don’t be silly sweets, I’ll always take care of you.” he doesn’t bother giving you time to respond, instead he’s squeezing you a bit tighter, pressing another gentle kiss to your forehead before letting out a soft sigh.

“now get some rest, you need all the sleep you can get.”

“whatever you say dr. gojo” you tease, smiling as he grins down at you.

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doeidawn · 9 days

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☁︎ — having a lot of thoughts about Price's thighs; f!reader, nsfw 18+ (MDNI)

John Price was a man of simple pleasures. It came with the lifestyle of a soldier—he had to learn to appreciate the small victories. And he knew how to wait until reward found its way to him.

He was a man with the patience of a saint and the resolve of a warrior. Never was it more apparent to you than moments like these: sat in his lap squirming and whining while he leaned back against the headboard, puffing on a cigar and just watching you.

"Please," you whine, almost unsure of what exactly you wanted by this point. Your hands brace against his chest, fingers splayed against the coarse hair and calloused skin that covers firm muscle. Your hips drag your cunt up and down the length of his thigh in a pattern so sporadic neither of you can sense a rhythm to it.

You weren't sure how long you'd spent rutting against him. Your thighs burned and your knees were sore but the throbbing need in your cunt was too strong to stop now.

The heat and wetness that pooled between your legs ached, beyond desperate for any other type of friction. But John couldn't seem to care less; couldn't bother to interrupt the show you were putting on for him. His lips wrap around the end of his cigar as his eyes rake over every detail of your body for the hundredth time tonight. Seeing the way his eyes devoured you only made you wish that much more that he'd actually do it. One thing was certain—he reveled in this.

He was kind enough to remove his clothes, although you suspect it was more for his sake—he couldn't have you staining a pair of his trousers, after all. It still wasn't enough to see the outline of his thick cock throbbing against his briefs, but every attempt you made to remove them was met with a scold and a small thwack of his palm meeting your ass.

He'd turn his head before billowing a small cloud of grey smoke from his lips. "Not yet, darling." His voice was such a soft rumble that it was almost easy to forget how aggravating his denial was.

You know he can feel how worked up you are. It'd be impossible not to when your slick painted his thigh, matting fine hair to his skin. But John got a kick out of this. He liked to watch you beg and whine and show him how much you needed him.

"Please just fuck me." All of your mounting impatience bubbled to the surface as you begged—pleaded—with him. "Please, John, I jus' wanna cum. Need you to fuck me."

His free hand would snake up your thigh, grabbing the pillowy flesh on your hip. "I know you do, baby." A reassuring squeeze followed his faux-compassion. "But you can cum for me like this, yeah?"

Of course you could, and he knew it. When he spoke to you like that—encouragement and expectation all wrapped into one—it was almost impossible not to. Even if you wanted more than just pathetic ruts against his thigh, the heat that gnawed at your core was growing increasingly harder to fight back against. You offer him a small nod and hum a quiet "mm-hmm" in reply, almost reluctant to admit to your desperation and give in to his game. Not that he couldn't tell.

A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. "Yeah, that's my girl."

He flexes his thigh, the muscles underneath going taut and firm as he shifts his leg just enough to press against your cunt. You can't stifle the moan that escapes your lips. The newfound pressure feels amazing; such a small difference yet so monumental when you were this sensitive.

He kneads the skin on your hip, fingers leaving small red imprints as they dig into you. "There you go. You like that?" The smoke curling around his lips as he takes another puff of his cigar makes him look as devilish as he sounds.

A roll of your hips takes your breath away, the air catching in your throat in a choked moan. Your eyes flutter as you meet his darkened gaze. "Mm-hmm," the affirmative sound rumbles in your throat.

Thwack. His palm meets the swell of your ass in a much sharper spank than before. The sudden sting makes you whine and buck against his thigh, hips jerking at the feel of the sudden stimulation. Your cunt throbs as heat blooms over your skin.

As comforting as he is domineering, he runs his hand gently over your flushed skin. "Use your words, darling." Your mind already felt like mush—too tired and desperate to cum—that the warm baritone of his voice was almost too much to bear.

"Yes, I like it." You finally manage to sputter. Nails rake over the hair dusting his chest when your hands search him out for support. "Feels so good."

He groans at that. "Yeah? Y'gonna cum for me?"

"Yeah," you mewl, burying your face in his neck. The combination of his musk and cigars hits you even harder, the scent filling your nostrils and making your head spin further into delirium. "I need it, John, I need it so fucking bad."

The pressure on your body only increases after that. His hand slides to your lower back for support to guide your rolling hips up and down his thigh. He keeps your pace steady, taking some of the work for himself as he watches you squirm.

"I know you do baby." He takes another drag from his cigar, planting a kiss on your shoulder after blowing the smoke away. "Christ, you're makin' a mess, leakin' all over me."

You whine into his stubbled skin, feeling his beard brush against your cheek as you nuzzle closer. You didn't have to feel his cock throbbing against your leg to know he was enjoying seeing you like this (and he probably couldn't stand to just watch for much longer).

"Cum for me like this and I promise I'll make it up to you." His hand gently tangles in the hair at the back of your head. Fingers interlace with the strands as he tugs just enough to pull your head back and meet your heavy-lidded gaze. "Give me a nice li'l show and I'll fuck you proper, fill you up good. But you need t' cum for me first, love."

A strained curse leaves your mouth as your hips buck wildly against his thigh. The friction of firm muscle and soft skin makes your cunt throb against him. Your lips find his in a messy fit of kisses. The taste of old tobacco coats your tongue and adds to the haze of sensations.

His grip loosens in your hair before his hand slides down the bare expanse of your back, resting at your waist as fingers curl to hold you firmly. His teeth tease and pull at your bottom lip, drawing a whine out from you between your heavy breaths.

You can feel his lips curl into a smile against your mouth. "That's it," he groans, leaving your panting mouth behind. "There you go, love, cum all over me. Show me how good it feels."

His encouragement is what sends you over the edge. The heat that had been building in your core spills over, making your body tense as waves of pleasure flow through you. His hand digs into your waist as you pant and moan against him, the sensation grounding you amidst the overwhelming feeling of relief.

A strong tobacco scent hits your nose. Fluttering your eyes open, your sweaty body goes lax against him. Lifting your hips, you can feel your slick string between his thigh and your cunt. You smile down at him, cupping his jaw in one of your hands.

Your fingers thread through his beard. Leaning in, your nose brushes over his before you plant a gentle kiss on his lips. "Gonna keep your promise?"

"Always do."

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ohdeerfully · 2 months

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AaaghhHfbfbfn I looooved 'your half of the deal' and I'm hanging on the edge of my seat waiting for part two 😩 absolutely adore your writing

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Your Half of the Deal (ii)

Alastor x Reader

part i part ii part iii

TW: kidnapping, typical hazbin hotel cursing

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Your eyes cracked open, and your body ached all over. It took a moment for your thoughts to pick up and consider your situation.

Right, you groaned as you sat yourself up taller, sharp pains coursing from your neck and throughout every limb. Yeah. I got electrocuted.

You were positioned on a bed; not a very comfortable one, but you preferred it over being shackled in a dungeon or something. You smirked humorously at the thought. In your tacky spy getup, it would’ve made sense to be in a similarly stereotypical situation.

“Myy,” A voice purred from the corner of the room. “Glad to see those beautiful eyes open, finally!” Your nose scrunched at the smell of smoke, and you made eye contact with the Overlord that stood, leisurely leaned against a wall. Tendrils of his cigarette smoke curled throughout the air as he brandished a hand at you. One of his hands began tapping away at his phone.

“Vox will be so happy,” Valentino stepped towards you, and you tried to leap at him. You were shackled, you discovered, the chains clamoring against each other with the jerk of your body. “Feisty. I like that. A shame I can’t have you work for me.” A sigh so dramatic escaped his lips as he put his face right in front of your scowling expression. The smell of cigarettes made you scrunch up your nose. He slowly looked your body up and down, considering every edge and curve of your body.

You spat at his hand as he raised it to stroke at your arm. He recoiled his arm in disgust, raising it once more and bringing it down in a harsh slap that made your ears ring.

“Don’t forget whose home you broke into.”

You couldn’t help the tears that welled in your vision due to the stinging pain, but you continued to glare at him, showing your fangs and lashing your tail in a weak display of intimidation. You knew he was stronger than you, and you couldn’t even fight back with your arms chained up.

“My boss is going to tear all of those arms off your body,” You growled, “if I don’t get at you first.”

“I’m not too worried,” Vox’s voice fills the room as he slowly enters the doorway. You briefly think about calling him out on his dramatic entrance, but think better of it. You were in a vulnerable enough state already. “I mean, if he’s sending his little pet to do his chores, why would I be scared of him?” He erupted in some sort of over the top villain laugh.

The air was filled with the feeling of strange static when Vox entered the room, running up and down your arms in a sharp, buzzing sensation. It was sinister, threatening, and it made your throat feel dry. Your entire nervous system seemed to prickle, and you were suddenly hyper aware of the pain running through your neck from your previous electrocution.

You only frown at him, fingers fiddling with the shackles behind your back. They weren’t giving, and your nails were starting to crack as you clawed at your sore wrists.

“I’m not his pet,” you look towards the floor as you mutter back, partially as a lie to yourself. “He’s probably going to realize I’m gone any second now. He’s going to beat your ass, it was part of our deal.”

The two didn’t seem to mind your words, watching your desperate attempt at intimidating them with a pitiful look in their eyes. Why weren’t they worried? The nonchalance radiating off of them was making you feel less and less sure about your rescue.

“I have a question,” Valentino suddenly piped up. He sauntered over to you, and sat way too close, leaning towards you. You rocked your whole body to the side when the plume of his coat brushed your shoulder. Oh, how you wished you could move your hands to rip that fluff off of him. “How is my baby Angel doing up in that shithole?”

“Val,” Vox snapped, pinching his fingers on his non-existent nose. The sentiment was there, though, obviously tired of the moth’s shit. “Nobody fucking cares.”

“I do!” Valentino snapped back, a snarl on his mouth. He smiled and turned towards you again, waiting for an answer.

“Uh…” You looked between the two Overlords. Why was this guy trying to have small talk right now? And why were you even responding? “He’s… okay. I guess. Happy.”

That last word, happy, seemed to wipe the smile off of Valentino’s face again. He gave you a quick “hm” and stood up, all four hands crossed on his torso. He took a drag of his cigarette. Vox silently glared at him.

How is it possible to feel so awkward in such a dire situation?

And where is Alastor?

You began to think about the deal you made with him. Was it too naïve to think that he would actually come rescue you? Yeah, you literally sold your soul to him for his protection, but did you make a mistake in thinking he was being honest? You still didn’t have the most knowledge when it came to deals, and it wouldn’t surprise you if the Radio Demon managed to fudge his way out of his part of the deal.

You were dragged from your thoughts when you noticed the two Overlords began to bicker about something. Valentino had dramatically turned away from Vox, walking towards the wall to stare at nothing in anger.

“That old-timey, relevant wanna-be isn’t going to find us,” Vox stated, following Valentino. “So stop being such a bitch!”

“And if he does?” Valentino snaps back, whipping his head around to narrow his red eyes at the television head. “I’m too popular to get into your power-trip induced battles! I have a reputation to uphold.”

“What, a reputation built on the backs of sluts?”

“Yes! Obviously,” Valentino missed the insult Vox tried to stab him with. He turned his head to look at you, gaze hidden behind the glare hitting his heart-shaped glasses. He felt menacing, though. “...though, if we kill him…”

You wordlessly mouth a ‘fuck you’ to him, and look at your feet. What do they mean by find us? Your eyes scan the room you're in, trying desperately to find any semblance of recognition to where you were.

It was pointless, though, and you cast your gaze to the door. Bright, flickering lights colored the crack at the bottom, and you frowned curiously. You suddenly realize that the deep thumping you had been hearing for the past couple minutes was music.

Did these egotistical assholes really kidnap you in a club?

Alastor had quickly made it to the Vee’s headquarters, and stood at the entrance with a wide smile and furrowed eyebrows. He peered up at the tall doors for a moment before leaning forward and neatly rapping his knuckles against them. His shadow melted away from his feet and inked through the crack at the bottom of the door.

“Who the fuck is- What the fuck,” Velvette had opened the door, her eyes glued on her phone before she realized who was standing in front of her. She frowned at the sight. Alastor easily towered over her, looking down with a sinister grin.

“Vox isn’t here right now. So,” She began to shut the door, an aggravated look in her eyes. Alastor gripped the door, and easily held it open. “Dude, come on, I have the whole place to myself right now. Leave me alone. He’s not home!”

“What makes you think I’m here for that pompous nobody?” He replied, yanking the door from her grasp. He held a sickly sweet smile on his face. “I’m here to pick up what he stole from me.”

Velvette obviously knew all about the antics of the other two V’s. She also knew how serious Alastor was, and how fast things could get bad for her. She wasn’t easily intimidated, though.

“Kay, well, again,” She rolled her eyes, making a point to show her annoyance in the way she aggressively grabbed the door handle again. “They aren’t here. Get the fuck out.”

Alastor’s shadow returned without her noticing, stitching itself neatly back to the demon. Velvette was telling the truth—they weren’t here. You weren’t here. Alastor retained his grin, but it was tighter than before.

“Ah, my apologies then!” He said, his voice brightening in a fake chipper attitude. He squared his shoulders and stood up straight, folding his hands behind his back. “How rude of me to interrupt.”

With that, he turned sharply on his heel and left.

He hated the way his heart drummed faster when he thought about being able to find you, and he hated the way he could feel it send sick adrenaline through his body. His chest was annoyingly tight. He sent his shadow off again, and made his own way towards town. Surely people would have noticed Vox walking around earlier, and he could use them to pinpoint your location.

Alastor was a master at lying to others and even himself about his emotions, finding it advantageous to growing his power and manipulating those around him. This was harder, though, and he knows he's never felt something like it. The feeling of regret, of frustration, of worry. It made him mad at himself, and even at you. Why were you, some random sinner, making him, the Radio Demon, feel this way?

He had missed the way his shadow held a sharp frown on its features as it dashed away from him.

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suuuupernovaaa · 1 year

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kxuke

kxuke [ˈk’u.kɛ] adj. safe

Anonymous Request: What about Avatar reader x Neteyam with the "I won't say I'm in love" trope. The reader was part of Quaritch's team, but she got captured by the Sullys. She was under Neteyam's supervision, and they both fell in love slowly. However, they don't want to admit their feelings. Reader ends up betraying Quaritch's and fighting alongside the Sullys.

This would probably do better as a multi-chaptered story, so you may see it expanded as such in the future.

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For two months, they've carried me from place to place, kept me in the dark, barely spoken to me. When I wake up, I'm back on base, but I have no information to give my team.

I can't see outside. I can't hear anything but what sounds like leaves blowing in the wind and birds chirping, even though I know it's not what I'd think of as birds.

Every morning, it's the same thing. The oldest Sully brings me something to eat, asks me if I have anything to tell him, and I say no. I ask if he has anything to tell me, and he says no.

Lather, rinse, repeat.

I'm tired, I'm sore, and I smell terrible. I'm under 24/7 surveillance by one of the Sullys, and I'm pretty sure that soon, they're going to give up and kill me. After all, I'm the enemy, part of Quartich's elite squad, and there's nothing I have to offer them.

I know what they know: Quartich is hunting the Sullys, and he won't stop until he kills them all, even the children.

The solitude is wearing me down, and my team is growing tired of my uselessness. I don't know why they keep putting me back under every morning - but they do, hoping I'll have something useful for them. I never do.

It's another morning - can't say whether it's sunny, or cloudy, or rainy - and Neteyam arrives as he always does, but he's a little early, and I'm ashamed that he finds me crying.

I begged my team not to put me back here, not to let me spend another day in dark isolation, but they don't want the avatar - a hefty investment - to go to waste. If she doesn't wake up, the Sullys will definitely kill her.

Neteyam clears his throat, and sets the usual meal of fruit and bread in front of me.

"Thanks," I say.

He nods. He doesn't ask if I have anything to tell him, so I don't either. Then, he leaves. Wonderful. The only social interaction I ever get, and it's gone.

I spend the day as I always do - pacing, doing jumping jacks, stretches, and staring at the dark ceiling, wondering who's standing just outside, keeping watch.

As the sun begins to go down, I feel relief. Soon, I can close my eyes, fall asleep, and return to freedom. Though, it's starting to feel less like freedom.

I took this job because I didn't have anything else in my life, and I've always been a good soldier - but it's not like I really believe in Quartich. Sometimes, I've wondered if what we're doing here is even right.

Is the human race so important that we need to displace these people to continue? What good have we done, that we deserve that?

Unexpectedly, the flap to the tent, or pod, I'm in, opens up, and Neteyam steps through.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, standing up.

He holds a thick cloth out to me. "Over your eyes," he says.

My heart rate quickens. This is it. They're finally going to kill my avatar. I've heard it's unpleasant, dying in your avatar, and it isn't like you get to go back to your human body after. It's the end for both of you.

I have to admit, I'm also a little relieved as I take the cloth from him. The last two months have been exhausting, and psychologically damaging, and made me question every single choice I've made in my life.

I can't keep doing this, and I can't escape... so maybe death is the only way out.

After I tie the cloth securely over my eyes, Neteyam checks thoroughly.

"I can't see," I say, as if he would trust me.

He grabs my arm, and pulls. "Come."

This is it.

My feet touch sand, and then water, and I want to scream with joy. It's dark out, not that I could see anything anyway, and quiet. I don't hear anyone else around us.

"Water," I whisper. Neteyam keeps pulling me. Is he going to drown me in it? Could he maybe just let me... clean up a little, before he kills me? I don't want to die this dirty.

Neteyam grabs my hand, and places something in it. A small, wet sack.

"To clean," he says, and I hear a pistol cock. "Don't go far, and don't make noise."

Holy shit, he is going to let me clean up. Sure, he's going to hold a gun and watch me wash my naked body, but I'll take it. Without any hesitation or shame, I pull off the dirty tank top and shorts I've been wearing, and go deeper into the water. I scrub every inch of myself, even under the mask, and scrub my hair until my scalp burns. This is definitely an ocean, the salty water burns my eyes and my dry lips, but I don't care at all. It still feels so amazing.

"Oh, my god," I moan when I come up for air. "Thank you."

Neteyam says nothing, just grunts, and grabs my arm. "Come, we must go back."

I'm definitely naked, but Neteyam pulls me away anyway and honestly, the thought of putting those disgusting clothes back on makes me want to die, so I leave them in the ocean. I would rather be naked and clean.

Neteyam takes me back to my prison, and pulls the cloth from my eyes.

We stare at each other for a long moment. "Why?" I ask.

He shrugs, turns, and leaves. I see laying on the floor, some clothes - if you can call them that. The top is essentially a tube top, easy enough to put on, but the bottoms take me a little while longer to figure out, especially with the tail. But they're clean, and so am I, and I cry again.

That isn't the last kindness that Neteyam does for me. Late at night, when everyone else is asleep, he often returns, bringing me new clothes, food, even letting me wash once in a while.

After a couple weeks of this, I work up the courage to ask him why.

"You haven't told them where we are, or they would have come. And they keep sending you back. You must be... lonely."

I bite my lip. "I can't tell them. I don't know. They keep sending me back because, because I don't know, and they say, if I don't wake up here, you'll kill... her." I gesture to my avatar body, who is me, but not me. "Why haven't you killed me?"

"Mom and dad can't agree," Neteyam shrugs. "What's your name?"

It takes me aback that I've never told him that, and that he's never asked before. "Y/N," I reply.

"Why do you do what you... do? Why follow him?"

I look down. "Earth is bad, Neteyam. You have parents who care about you, right?"

He nods.

I shrug. "I never had that. I never had anyone. I just had the marines. And I was good at it, so they sent me here. I just... didn't have anywhere else to go."

Without another word, Neteyam leaves again.

I haven't told my team about any of this. I don't think I'm going to.

Neteyam keeps asking me questions, every day, about my home on earth, what happened to my family, what being a marine is like... and I ask him questions, too, about growing up on Pandora, about his family, but I'm careful not to ask anything about where we are. All I know is, we're by the ocean. That wouldn't be very helpful information, anyway.

I look forward to seeing Neteyam every day, more than I've ever looked forward to anything in my life. Just sitting and talking with him brings me more happiness than anything else I can remember, and it's equal parts upsetting and confusing.

I'm not sure where I stand, or where we go from here. I'm just a Sky Person, and an evil one... I couldn't possibly be someone Neteyam would want to be friends with, and I definitely couldn't earn the trust of his family, so what will become of me?

Will they still kill me?

Eventually, Neteyam isn't alone when he comes one afternoon. I expected this eventually, but I didn't expect it would be Neytiri, his mother.

It's our first time coming face to face, and in the dim light of my prison, she's terrifying - her wide, glowing eyes, staring down at me; she looks like an angel of death, beautiful and terrifying.

I want to shrink, and avoid eye contact, but my training won't allow it. I stand, shoulders back, returning her gaze.

"Almost four months, we've kept you alive," she says, standing tall and strong before me. "And now I know my idiot son has let you out. You could have told them where we are. Why haven't you?"

"I wear a blindfold," I reply, and glance over her shoulder at Neteyam. The air is tense, and he stares at his mother nervously.

"Bah, I'm not stupid. Tell me why you haven't told them."

She's right. What I've felt and heard outside these walls, it could give my team vital information - but I haven't even let them know I've set foot outside.

I glance at Neteyam again, and this time, she follows my gaze.

"It's my son. You care for him?" She wrinkles her nose, disgusted at the thought.

"No, I - I just... don't want to help them, I guess."

She looks me, head to toe, one more time, and then they both leave.

Something has to change. I feel I've lost control of my life, and I want just a little bit back.That evening, when I wake up on base, I give a disappointing report to my team, and then make my plans to leave.

There are countless outposts on Pandora where I could access a link remotely - a few that base can't track, because they're so remote that they had to be fully self-sufficient. All I need to do is pack a bag, and I can be on my way, but it will have to be on foot. Human foot.

Any vehicle that I can steal, they can track. And the forest is easy to navigate in my avatar body, but my human body is small and slow - not to mention, I'll be a target for every predator out there.

Still, I'd rather die in this human form than continue on the way I have. So, I pack my bag, and head out. No one really cares what I do at night anyway, as long as I link back up in the morning for another useless day of gathering zero intel.

It takes two days, which is much longer than I thought it would, and I just barely scrape through the jungle before finding one of the scientist's outposts.

There is a chance they'll find me here, but they'll have to search a long time to do it - and the team of avatars would have to fly back, and abandon their physical search for the Sullys, to do it. It doesn't seem like they'd make me a priority.

It's mid-morning when I arrive, dirty and hungry, and as much as I want to link to my avatar - who hopefully hasn't been sunk to the bottom of the ocean yet - I need to clean up, and eat.

As soon as I'm done, I put myself under, and pray it works.

It's moments before I wake up, and I'm disoriented when I do. I usually wake up in the dark, but this time, it's blindingly bright out. I'm not lying down in my lonely hut, instead, I'm speeding through the air, the wind whipping at my back, and Neteyam at my front.

My eyes take a long time to adjust, and my lungs take even longer to get in a good breath of air. I'm on Neteyam's Ikran, tied to him, face to face.

"What the hell!" I scream, and without thinking, wrap my arms around his waist. I'm not a pilot, so not really one for flying. In fact, heights really aren't my thing at all. I cling to him, taking in the scenery around me through wide, terrified eyes.

We're above the ocean, with nothing in sight as far as I can see, which only adds to my fear.

"You're alive," Neteyam responds, having to shout for me to hear him. "I wasn't sure if they'd killed you or not."

"I'll explain when we land," I yell in response, and he nods.

It's very strange, being this close to Neteyam. He's grabbed my arm, even pulled me along by my hand before, but now, I'm straddling him, sitting in his lap, a tight rope around my torso, holding me to him - well, it's purpose was obviously to hold my limp avatar to him, but I'm glad to have the security, nonetheless.

He stares ahead, focused on where we're going, and it allows me a little bit of time to think. Not about our situation, or the plan either of us has... but about him.

I can't deny the joy I feel at being here with Neteyam, and I'm not sure if I'm just glad to have woken up anywhere but my dark, lonesome hut, or if it's something more.

Abandoning my life back on Earth to come to Pandora pretty much guaranteed I would never enjoy a romantic relationship again. I'd never been interested in marines, ironically enough. And scientists certainly weren't interested in me. And that was kind of... it, here.

Except, Neteyam. A man my age. A man who has been taking care of the enemy, showing me mercy, visiting me every day, asking me questions about myself and listening carefully to the responses.

It's such a complex, confusing situation, and there was no way to know if it was just being the baseline of Na'vi decency, or if it was something more for him.

It's a long ride, and I have hours to think about all of it, and how hungry I am.

When we finally land, Neteyam hands me a bag full of dried fruits and meat. I take it gratefully, and ask him what's going on.

"When you didn't wake up, there was a lot of debate about what to do with your body. My mother wanted to throw you to the ocean, my father was starting to agree with her and I... didn't think it was right. So I offered to move you, to wait and see if you woke up, and to leave you far from where my family is if you didn't."

I chew on the tough, dried meat. "Oh. Why?"

Neteyam looks away, removing his poncho, and tucking it into his bag. "I do not want you to die."

I nod. "Oh."

"You tell me this - what do you stand for?"

That's not something I've ever been asked. The answer would have been easy four months ago. I was a marine, I had an assignment, and I was serving my country.

But now I know, I never believed in that. It was just something to make me finally feel like I belonged, but it wasn't something I truly wanted to belong to.

"Neteyam, I really don't know. I don't want to help the Sky People, and I won't do anything to harm your family, but... it leaves me, sort of in-between. Do you understand?"

He nods.

"And I, well, I do care about you. You don't have any reason to be this nice to me, to treat me this good. Why do you do that?"

He furrows his brow, looking as confused as I feel.

"I don't know," he replies.

I don't, either.

We set up a camp nearby, Neteyam hangs a hammock in a tree while I stand by uselessly, trying to watch and learn. He hunts after that, and insists I join, but as quiet as I try to be, I'm still too loud.

So, Neteyam finds a new purpose - teach me to hunt. And to fish. And to be like his people.

It's fucking hard. I always thought I was strong, fast and capable, but I'm nothing compared to Neteyam. I lag behind, I'm clumsy and slow, and it takes me forever to learn simple concepts.

Neteyam is endlessly patient with me, in a way I don't deserve, and as the days drag on, we both smile a lot more. We even find ourselves laughing, on occasion.

Neteyam likes to tease me about my lack of coordination, but it's easy to see that he likes teaching me, otherwise he wouldn't take such care to explain things the way he does.

These weeks in the jungle with him, they're the best of my life.

When I wake up in my human body at night, I can't deny how disappointed I am. It's messing with my head, how the tall, blue version of myself is starting to feel like the real me, and this small human feels like the imposter.

Eventually, I'm able to open up to Neteyam about this.

"My father, he asked Eywa to... to transfer him, into his avatar. He had the whole clan to help him, though."

"Why did she do it?"

"He was meant to be one of The People."

I consider that for a while.

It's been a couple weeks, just Neteyam and myself here, and I can't deny how I'm feeling any longer.

It makes no sense, for me to be in love with him, but I undeniably am. It's really stupid actually, to fall in love with someone under my circumstances, but I've always thought love was kind of stupid anyway.

So I make a request.

"Do you think... Eywa would let me stay, in this body?"

"Do you want to be one of The People?"

I bite my lip and think. "I want to belong to something bigger than myself, and I want it to be something... selfless. Something that doesn't demand I be something I'm not. And I want, to stay with you."

The corners of his mouth pull up into a smile. "I think she would let you. I think it's dangerous to try, without the clan, but if you want to..." I see the wheels in his head spinning. "We will need your human body, and we will need the tree of souls. At night."

We form a plan.

Neteyam carries my avatar in his arms, and I trail behind, very slowly, in my human body. It took us three days to travel back to the outpost where I was staying, and two more days to travel, the three of us, to the tree of souls.

We had to wait then, just outside, until it was deserted.

"You need to be sure," Neteyam says, towering over me as we wait in the wings. "If you are not sure, it will not work." He reaches out and puts a giant hand on my small shoulder. I wonder what he thinks of my dark skin, my curly hair, my frame and build... but I guess it won't matter much longer.

"I'm sure. And listen, I might die down there, right?"

He takes in a deep breath. "Maybe."

I nod. "Great. Well, listen, I might as well just say it then. I'm mostly doing this because Earth sucks, humans suck, and I don't want any part of it anymore. But I'm also doing it because, I think, I might be in love with you a little bit. So, I don't want to die without having said it. And I don't want you to say anything back. You can tell me how you feel, one way or another, if I wake up. Otherwise, say it over my grave."

I can tell Neteyam is trying not to roll his eyes - something he does often in my presence - so he just nods, and squeezes my shoulder.

When the coast is clear, we approach together, and Neteyam walks me through it. I watch him lay down my avatar body, and I lay similarly to her, our heads near each other.

I should be nervous, but I mostly feel calm.

Didn't I want to die just a month or two ago? And now here I am, with a second chance at life.

Neteyam begins to pray over me, and it sounds a little clumsy, but he's got the spirit. I close my eyes, and feel featherlight touches all over my body... and I drift off.

She closes her eyes, and Neteyam's heart squeezes in his chest.

He knows this is stupid. He's no Tsahik, and they need the full power of the clan to make this transfer... but that's not possible, and he doesn't see any other way to keep Y/N for himself.

He knows it's selfish, but he also knows that his mother allowed him to fly off with this woman, and that has to mean something.

Eywa will see how strong she is, how determined she is, and how much she deserves a true home. Every time Neteyam thinks about the stories she told him of her childhood, the neglect and the abuse, he has to fight back equal parts rage and incredible sadness.

He thinks of those months, locked in her mauri pod, barely any sunlight or interaction, and wonders how she survived - but now he knows, she survived worse than that at the hands of people who were meant to love and protect her.

Y/N seemed so strong at first, and she is, but he can truly See her now. Part of her is still that child, seeking love and confidence in another person, and he wants nothing more than to give it to her - his family's opinion on it be damned.

He prays hard, begging Eywa to give Y/N this one good thing in her life, finally, and waits for her to open her eyes.

It feels as if I drift off into a dream, into a very deep sleep, and when I open my eyes, I feel well-rested - I can't remember the last time I felt well-rested.

It isn't until I see Neteyam hovering over me that I realize what's happened. I tear my eyes from his to look down at myself - and see blue.

It fucking worked. It shouldn't have! We had everything against us - except Eywa, who granted our prayers.

Neteyam lifts me up slowly by my shoulders. It doesn't feel like when I link with this body from the lab; something about this feels different. I never felt fully settled in this body until now.

I turned to look at her - myself - and wonder if I should mourn. I think of all the mistreatment I accepted in that body, all the times I let myself be hurt and abused, and swear to myself that I will not let that happen in this new life I've been given.

"We need to bury her," I say.

Neteyam nods, and wordlessly lifts her up into his arms. I watch as he leans down, removing her mask, and placing a kiss on each of her dimpled cheeks.

"She is beautiful," he says, and my heart wells up into my throat, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes.

She is beautiful, and she deserves to rest now. It doesn't take long to find her a quiet resting place, and I shed a few tears for her as we cover her up.

"Goodbye," I whisper, wiping the dirt from my hands, and Neteyam joins me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

"Eywa has given you a new life. What will you do with it?"

I set my jaw and furrow my brow. "I will fight with you, and your family."

We make a long, hard journey back across the sea to Neteyam's family and the Metkayina. For the first time, with my own eyes, I see the place I was held captive.

It's beautiful, with white sand beaches and blue green water. It's hard to imagine how depressing and desolate this place seemed to me not that long ago.

We are accosted on the beach as soon as we arrive, and through the large gathering crowd, Neteyam's parents and siblings rush to us.

"What is she doing here?" Neytiri hisses, grabbing her son's arm. He pulls back from her, and reaches out for my hand, pulling me to his side as dozens of pairs of eyes watch.

"There is much to discuss. Y/N is not a threat to us. You must listen to me."

Neytiri hisses at me, and I stand silent and expressionless. Jake looks on, his expression somewhere between anger and confusion. He turns to another man, tall and imposing, covered in tattoos - it's very easy to tell he's in charge.

"We'll handle this," he tells the man, who nods, and Neteyam and I are pulled through the crowd and off the beach, to a set of mauri pods. I've never seen them before, but Neteyam described them to me while we were away. Without the door covered, they're light, airy, and beautiful.

We enter one of the largest ones, and Neteyam's parents turn to us. "Explain."

Neteyam takes a deep breath and does his best to tell them everything, starting with all I learned in the month we were away together, the way I dedicated myself to learning our ways - just like Jake did, when he first met Neytiri.

The comparison is clever, I have to give him that.

I don't know how I feel about what he says next, as he describes my life on earth to his parents. Neteyam is the only person I've ever shared that with, and it hurts to hear him discuss it so freely, but I understand why he's doing it. If they're going to spare my life, they might need to feel a little sympathy.

"Y/N deserves to be one of The People. She could have given us away and instead, she chose to abandon her people, and risk her life in asking Eywa to allow her to stay in this form. And Eywa has granted that request. I buried her human body myself."

For the first time, neither of Neteyam's parents have anything to say. Everyone stares at each other for a long, tense moment.

"I would never do anything to hurt your family," I say finally, stepping out from behind Neteyam. "I can't do anything but promise you that, on my life." I raise my hand to my chest, pressing it to my heart.

"You have passed through the eye, and return?" Neytiri asks.

Neteyam and I both nod.

"You swear this is true, son?" Jake asks solemnly. "You did this yourself? Just the two of you?"

"Impossible," Neytiri adds.

I shrug.

"Impossible, but we did it. Eywa willed it Herself. Y/N deserves to be one of The People."

"Lo'ak," Jake calls, and from just outside the mauri, Neteyam's brother enters. It's the first time I've laid eyes on him, though Neteyam has spoken of him often. Neteyam is all Neytiri, but Lo'ak is practically a carbon copy of his father.

"Take Y/N outside, we need to talk," Jake says, and I look to Neteyam with wide eyes.

He reaches out, taking my face into his hand, running his thumb over my cheek. "It'll be okay," he says, and I nod.

As I leave, I can't help but think, for the thousandth time, that I confessed my love for him, and he hasn't said a word about it since.

Lo'ak is clearly unsure what to do with me as we leave, so I recommend sitting on the beach. I haven't enjoyed the beach without a blindfold, and it seems like a relaxing thing to do.

Lo'ak agrees, and leads me through a mess of mauri pods down to the water. I plop myself down, digging my toes into the wet sand, and sigh.

"It's nice to meet you, Lo'ak," I say, trying not to sound too formal, as he sits beside me.

"You too. I knew my brother was sneaking you out, but he never let me join."

It's such a younger brother thing to say, and I have to smile. "He was really nice to me, and he didn't have to be."

"We were all surprised, when we found out. Neteyam always does whatever mom and dad say. He's like, the perfect son."

My smile grows wider. "I think he probably still is."

Lo'ak rolls his eyes, and then I see how alike he and his older brother look.

"Probably. If I'd done this, I'd be skinned alive right now."

For the first time that day, I allow myself to truly laugh.

Neteyam joins us on the beach what feels like hours later, and Lo'ak beasts a hasty retreat after clapping his brother on the back.

I grasp the hand that Neteyam extends to me, and stand to look at him, brushing the sand off my thighs.

"Well?" I demand.

"That was rough. They're pretty mad about what we did but, they admitted they didn't really have much of a reason to be, besides me risking myself by going back to the Tree of Souls. They can't argue with Eywa, really. She wouldn't have done this for us if it didn't benefit the balance of life. You're meant to be one of us. My mom isn't happy about it, and my dad doesn't really get it but... you're not going to get any trouble from them. It doesn't mean they like you, especially my mom, but, she'll come around eventually."

I had been holding tension in every single muscle in my body, and at this news, everything relaxes all at once.

It feels as if a war is over. I get to stay in this body, and I get to stay with Neteyam. A wave of euphoria washes over me, and I close my eyes tightly, trying to keep the tears away.

"That's good news," I whisper.

"They especially couldn't argue when I, um, told them that I'm in love with you, and intend to make you my mate."

Mate.

That means wife, to him. And they don't have divorce here on Pandora.

My eyes open in a flash. "You do?"

"If you'll have me," he says, with a shrug and a very small smile. He seems more nervous now than he did earlier, facing his warrior-goddess mother.

In my entire life, I have never known stability. I have never been truly loved, cared for, or had anyone that I could trust. No one has ever tried to put in the effort to gain my trust, and certainly not my love.

Neteyam and I met as guard and prisoner. I was a threat to his family, and to his entire way of life, and still he went out of his way to take care of me. He risked everything for me.

No one has ever shown me that level of commitment - except the marine corps, who wanted my life in return.

Neteyam wants nothing in return. Neteyam loves me, and I know he will take care of me every day for the rest of our lives.

So the commitment isn't scary. It's welcome. It's a relief. It's a warm hug after coming in from the cold. It's everything I have ever needed and didn't think I'd ever be fortunate enough to receive.

The tears are falling freely now, and Neteyam reaches up to try and wipe them away, but they won't stop.

"I love you, Neteyam Sully. I never want to be away from you, not a single day, for the rest of my life." I can barely get the words out through sobs.

He reaches out, pulling me into his arms, hugging me so tightly it almost hurts.

"I will take care of you," he whispers in my ear, "the way you deserve. I promise you this."

With no doubts, I believe him. I will do whatever it takes to keep my mate safe, and I know he will too.

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𝓕𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓐𝓼𝓵𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓞𝓷 𝓗𝓲𝓶 ♡

Pairing: Itadori Yuji x GN!Reader

Word Count: 883

Warnings: Just a lot of fluff, very self indulgent. Yuji is SMITTEN. Mostly proofread, but there could still be mistakes.

A/N: I will be making more of these for different characters, but I got a little carried away with this one and now it's 2 in the morning, so go me :D This is my first post in a VERY long time, so please be nice, I know it's no where near perfect. Regardless, I hope you all enjoy! xx

- You guys probably stayed up too late binge watching each other’s favorite movies together.

- Yuji was very immersed in the movie you picked out. He would occasionally turn to you to say something or ask questions about it to make sure he was getting everything right. He cares about your hyper fixations, okay?

- He also loves to try and predict what’s gonna happen—and he’s very good at it. It takes everything in you to keep a straight face when he guesses things correctly, because you don’t want to ruin the surprise. Though the excitement of watching him react to your favorite pieces of media is hard enough to control as it is.

- About an hour into the third movie of the night, you started to feel your eyes grow heavy and your breathing even out. You became less reactive to the movie and more focused on trying to stay awake. You really didn't want this night to end just yet.

- Yuji didn’t really seem to notice this, as his attention was fixed on the screen, his brows furrowed and mouth slightly parted. You would’ve chuckled at him if it weren’t for how tired you’ve become.

- Sleep slowly but surely creeping up, you burned the image of his adorable concentration face deep into your mind to cherish it forever. If only you had the energy to snap a real photo, but this will have to do.

- Finally, your eyes closed for the final time that night, your body deciding that it was indeed bed time.

- Yuji felt a warm weight fall against his bicep, and with a soft sound of surprise, turned to see you had fallen asleep on him. His heart suddenly swelled with adoration as he looked over your sleeping figure. He nearly stopped breathing, almost terrified to wake you.

- It took EVERYTHING in this man to hold back his cute aggression. I mean, look at you! All snuggled up against him, breathing softly between parted lips, cheek smushed against his arm.

- His face grew hot and he took a few deep breaths to calm himself. No matter how much he wants to give you the biggest hug and squeeze, he could just never disturb your peace like that.

- With how tense things have been getting in the world of sorcerers, it was becoming a rare sight to see you like this. Fully relaxed, heart and mind free of any fear or worry. It brought a little tear to his eye.

- He already made it his life’s mission to protect you, but moments like these really cement that. He wants to keep you like this, undisturbed and at true peace with the world—with him. He'll continue to fight like hell for that to happen.

- A new ache in Yuji’s upper back snaps him out of his thoughts, and a new worry takes hold.

- What does he do now? Does he stay here? Or should he carry you to your bed so you can sleep properly?

- If you stayed here on the couch with him, Gojo would surely find you guys in the morning and you would never hear the end of it. Not to mention you would probably be a bit sore when you woke.

- But if he took you to your bed he risked waking you and he wouldn’t be able to sleep by your side. The thought makes him pout a bit.

- The decision was so small but seemed so huge to him in that moment. Poor guy nearly panicked, thinking a little too hard. Steam practically rolled out of his ears, going over the pros and cons of each choice.

- You shifted a little in your sleep, and his breath hitched in his throat, watching, waiting. But you didn’t wake, eyes firmly closed shut, still breathing slow and steady. Your face twitched a little bit as you let out a content noise, to which Yuji smiled.

- Ultimately though, he decided to stay out here with you. He could deal with Gojo’s teasing, as he already does every day. Plus he could easily just figure out a way to turn Gojo's teasing to Megumi. He just really wants to stay by your side tonight, feeling extra clingy and affectionate.

- He maneuvered you carefully so your head was on his chest, and your body immediately adjusted accordingly. You balled some of his sweatshirt in your hand and nuzzled your head deeper into his warmth. He laid back as far as he could manage, arms wrapping around you and squeezing lightly. His thumb traced absentminded circles on your shoulder.

- Though his heart was nearly pounding out of his chest, you didn’t seem to notice as you began to snore lightly. Heat crept up his neck as he held back a squeal of adoration, bottom lip jutting out, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment.

- See? You don’t even have to try and he folds for you. He always has and always will.

- Yuji feels so at peace with you. And knowing you feel safe enough to fall asleep around him, letting your guard down completely--it makes him feel a strange sense of pride.

- He doesn’t think he’ll ever get over the fact that you chose him. He’s thankful every single day that he not only gets to know you, but gets to be the one you’re closest to. The giddiness probably won’t ever go away. And you feel the same.

- After a while of fawning over you, he felt sleep begin to carry him away, too.

- With a smile on his face and you wrapped in his arms, he fell into his slumber, waiting to wake up to your beautiful face in the morning—something he hopes he can do every morning for a long, long time.

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idyllic-affections · 7 months

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i have thoughts

okay so my personal favorite hc about scara/wanderer is that he has doll joints but hoyo is a *redacted* and also he has cracks on his skin after he fights (which he has to fix)

İMAGİNE: blind reader, a little sibling to wanderer (maybe theyve also suffered from dottore who knows) and wanderer is kinda insecure and reader is like stfu idc

(im totally not planning on writing a romantic version on this totally mhm --> is in writers block and has been thinking about this for *months*)

thoughts pretty please

the wounds on your skin.

summary. the wanderer does not get wounded like a human does.

trigger & content warnings. blindness written by a sighted person (i am visually impaired but not blind, so if something is inaccurate, please correct me!), insecure wanderer is implied.

tropes, pairings, fic length, & other notes. slight reverse comfort. wanderer & blind!younger sibling!reader. 0.4k words. they/them pronouns used for reader. wanderer has doll joints in this.

author's thoughts. i can be the platonic to your romantic hehe 🫶🫶🫶 i agree though i LOVEEE wanderer with doll joints. and i also love wanderer who does not get wounded like a normal human.

"is something wrong?"

the wanderer peers in his sibling's direction, scoffing, despite his nervous fingers habitually picking at and tracing the wounds on his skin that he had yet to repair. the cracks. his elbow joint clicks slightly as he raises one arm, resting his chin in his palm. he shot them a look he knew they couldn't see.

...though, they could almost certainly feel it, given the sharp intensity of his eyes. if they did, they pretended not to notice.

"i have no idea what you're talking about."

it was their turn to scoff now, turning their body towards him. their eyes didn't quite land on his face, but did land in his general direction. he knew they were scrutinizing him even without their sight. "please. you've been quiet all day since we encountered those fatui agents earlier."

he doesn't say anything.

"...is there something on your mi—"

"i'm sore," he snaps, then winces a bit when the harshness of his own tone reaches his ears. he softens his voice a bit when he goes on. "i'm just sore, [name]. that's all."

unbothered, they pointed out, "you don't get sore."

"yes, i do."

"no, you don't," they insisted, "just— ugh, gods, brother, is it the cracks?"

he, again, fails to respond.

this time, they don't say anything either.

their hands blindly reach out for his, squeezing his fingers in theirs when they do find his hands. a thoughtful hum rumbles in their throat as their thumbs rub comfortingly over his knuckles.

"you're not human, so i won't say those cracks don't make you any less human, because you never were in the first place—"

if he had a heart, he's sure it would have stopped in his chest. had anyone else said something like that to him... maybe they wouldn't be dead where they stood (nahida really wouldn't like that, he thinks), but they would have most certainly left crying.

since it was his sibling, he chose to hear them out.

"—rather... you are no less of a living thing because of it. you have feelings and thoughts and you deserve to be treated as such." they gently turn one of his palms over, releasing the other. with tender fingers, they traced up his forearm, until they finally encountered one of the cracks in his porcelain skin. calloused fingertips carefully traced the area of the wound. "you're not any less alive simply because you get hurt differently than humans do."

the wanderer still does not reply. he feels his throat tighten ever so slightly. they don't say anything else, hoping that their point had been communicated with those words alone.

his skin was cold against theirs, but nonetheless, both the wanderer and his sibling found solace in the contact.

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angelwithdemonictendencies · 1 year

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sorry for the blood in your mouth; i wish it was mine.

am34 x reader: he looks a little too good all bloodied up.

(warnings: idk it’s filthy (if i did it right), oral sex (f on m), unprotected penetrative sex (use a condom), choking, spitting, blood, bruises, general debauchery. please be warned, don’t read if you’re not 100% sure.)

a/n: first time writing something like this, please be kind. i didn’t check for typos. sometimes you have to purge the impure thoughts (make no mistake i’m not religious). consider this the purge (at least of auston’s legs). gif is not mine.

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of course, the bigger part of you hated to see him like this. in a private room, waiting for the athletic trainers to come take a look at him, his posture slumped in his seat, doing little to make his massive stature any less impressive.

his upper lip split, blood running into his mouth like crimson syrup, defining each edge of each of his teeth. a shallow gash ran along one cheekbone, a purpling bruise forming on the other, just under his eye. shadows of tomorrow’s soreness deepened the definition in his face.

still, he roused a smile at the sight of you. “not s’posed to be in here, angel,” he said, voice rough. he leaned back in his chair, spread his thighs apart further and patted one, so you figured he didn’t mind much.

you crossed the short distance of the room and crawled onto his lap, your legs straddling him. he immediately took your hips in his hands, like a compulsion, while you grasped his jaw softly in your palm, inspecting every part of his face. you made a “tsk” sound.

“what’d they do to you, handsome?” you asked, to which his sly grin intensified. his grip on your hips strengthened, you arched into his embrace.

“don’t act like you don’t love it,” he rasped as you traced his jaw with a feather-light touch. “think i can’t see how it turns you on?”

of course, perhaps the more pressing part of you, now that you knew he was okay, was basking in just how good he looked like this.

the pads of his fingertips dug into the flesh of your sides. you bit your lip at the pressure. “please, auston.”

“know you get so hot watching me fight, angel. you gonna be a good girl and give me a kiss?”

you leaned forward and gently pressed your lips to his, so as not to hurt him. you wrapped your arms around his neck, curling your fingers into the damp hair at the nape of his neck.

he groaned into your mouth and kissed you harder, more urgently, so much so that a faint, but undeniable, metallic taste bloomed in your mouth. he rocked your back and forth on his lap, rolling your hips with his palms. you felt yourself lean further into the kiss and run your tongue along his teeth.

he let out a noise from deep inside his body, half groan, half chuckle, and you felt him grow harder underneath you.

“you really wanna make me feel better, angel?”

you nodded, licked your lips, and removed yourself from his lap, lowering your figure down to your knees. he groaned at the sight and slid off his undergear. “so good for me, too good.”

you rested your elbows on his knees and pursed your lips playfully in a silent request. he complied with a genuine smile and sweet, quick, kiss, during which you first wrapped your hands around his cock, thick under your fingers.

he tilted his head back in pleasure, groaning when you captured the tip in your warm mouth. he wrapped your hair around a fist, pulling it away from your face. “feels so good angel,” he bit out, “look so pretty like this.”

you felt him jerk his hips forward, touch the back of your throat, heard a deep moan that made you whimper. you pumped him faster, try to take more of him.

“you like that, pretty girl?” you could hear the smirk in his voice. “love my cock down your throat, don’t you?”

you nodded, only forcing him further down, making you gag and your eyes begin to water. his moans got louder, hip movements growing more sporadic, his grip on your hair tightened, a slight fizz of a feeling forming at your scalp. you pulled your head up and looked up a him, stroking rhythmically.

“you gonna cum for me?” you ask, if not with a little pride, “please, auston, please give it to me. want it so bad.”

“only ‘cause you beg so pretty, angel.”

you took him in your mouth again, all the way down, dug your nails into his thighs until his hips sprung upwards and he groaned from his core, cumming down your throat.

he leaned back in his seat, met your gaze. he tapped your jaw, to which you opened your mouth to show him that you had swallowed it all. “good girl,” he hummed, pleased, before he wrapped a broad hand around your neck and squeezed slightly. you opened further, buzzing with anticipation.

he leaned forward and spat into your awaiting mouth. you swallowed that, too, tasted that same metallic flavor mixed with the taste of what could only be described as him.

he pulled you up by the throat and kissed you again. “so, so perfect, angel,” he said.

you ran a hand along his bruised cheek. “please let me ride you, auston?” you said, looking up at him through your lashes. “need you in me so bad.”

his lazy grin made another appearance. “how could i say no to you?”

you tugged off your bottoms and tossed them aside before climbing back onto his lap and positioning yourself above his already-hard cock. you both moaned when you first sank down onto him, felt him stretch you out.

“feels so good,” he said, “so wet for me, hm? love to see me all beat up and bloody?”

you whimpered, dropped your head until his hand found your neck again. “thought you were going to be good, hm? answer me.”

“not fair,” you gasped, bouncing up and down, hearing your own wetness where your bodies met. “not fair that you look so good like this.”

he squeezed your neck tighter, airway just barely pressured. “my pretty girl just can’t help herself, can she?”

“i can’t,” you moaned, “i can’t.”

“can feel you squeezing me, angel,” he cooed, moving one hand to root in your hair and the other to rub your clit, evoking a whole new kind of noise from you. “oh, you like that, don’t you?” he said, a cocky smirk on his shadowed face. “you wanna cum?”

you nodded madly, moving up and down faster still, losing stability in your thighs and upper body.

“beg, then.”

you whined in annoyance, past words at this point.

when he stilled his hand, though, your annoyance quickly morphed into desperation. “beg, angel, don’t make me say it again,” he warned.

you found your voice, a breathy whine, but a voice still. “please, please, let me cum, auston! i’ll squeeze you so perfect, i promise. i need to cum so bad, please!”

“good girl,” he whispered into your neck, resuming his hand motions. “always so perfect for me.”

his words, combined with the stimulation, sent you over the edge. you bit onto his shoulder to muffle your moans. just as promised, your own orgasm triggered his own, clenching down on his cock in unbearable pleasure. his groans rattled around your head.

you both stilled and began to catch your breath, chests heaving and faces flushed. he gathered you into his arms and settled you in his lap, pressing soft kisses to your collarbone.

“gonna have me picking fights, now, angel,” he said, and you could feel the imprint of his smile into your shoulder.

“better not be, handsome,” you warned, voice fond and soft. he let out a gentle laugh and held you tighter.

fin.

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gothic-thoughts · 3 months

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Come To Fruition

(I do not like this nigga; #day1sukunahater 🙄)

Ryomen Sukuna x Black GN Reader Angst

JujitsuSorceror!Reader, TrueForm!Sukuna, Drabble

TW: Kidnapping, threatening, just Sukuna tings

CW: Your cursed technique implies you'll fall in love with the King of Curses

“What?” He scoffed, “I brought you into my domain nicely and you can’t even kneel?”

With an annoyed sigh, you slowly sink to your knees glaring into his red eyes as his evil smile grows wider and wider, taking pleasure in your animosity.

“So...you think you can fight me?”

“No. I didn't come to fight, I just said that so you’d bring me here so we can talk.”

“So you tricked me?”

You wince in guilt, looking at the floor, hoping the king of curses wouldn't kill you on the spot. With a deep chuckle, he rests his two lower hands on the mountain of skulls, pushing himself to his feet. He crossed all of his arms, red eyes narrowing down at you.

“Heh, no one has ever tricked me before—much less into a conversation. You intrigue me, human; therefore, you get to speak freely.”

“Freely?”

“Well....as free as I’d like. Now tell me, how stupid could you possibly be to want to be here?”

“Like I said, I just came to talk. I saw that you’re destined to be with me, like....romantically.”

He laughs loudly, shaking his domain as he walks around your body to stand before them, looking down at them as if your very existence was unfortunate.

“You truly believe you're...what? My fated one or something?” He laughs again, “Tch, how can something so foolish exist? What even lead you to such a theory?”

“I’ll show you, but it involves my curse technique.”

“Hm...” He cups his chin with his massive, upper right hand in thought, “Very well, but no more tricks out of you, understand? Or I’ll gut you so fast you’ll still be conscious enough to see what your liver looks like.”

Despite your trembling, you manage to open a small blue puddle atop the shallow pool of blood on his domain floor. You look up at Sukuna, making sure he is watching before saying "Where will I be when I find love?". The puddle shines brightly before fading to a dimly lit image of Sukuna’s domain. The monster’s eyebrows lift, leaning down to get a closer look at the vision before standing up straight with a scoff.

“Heh, and I reiterate, you think that the King of Curses would fall in love? And with a little...thing like you?”

“And you think I’d love you? My technique does not lie and it's never wrong.”

“So much for ‘never’. How does it feel knowing your curse technique is useless for your next battle?"

You hang your head slightly, trying not to argue, "It's not useless."

"Really, now? So you're saying there's a possibility that I will fall for something as foolish as mortal?”

“I hope not.”

“Exactly, so we're on the same page. Tch, I’d outlive you if I breathed on you wrong; it would be just a waste of time. My time, to be clear, not yours.”

“I know. But like I said, my technique is never wrong, and it only gets stronger the more I use it."

His smile suddenly disappeared as a result of a sudden change of attitude. "Interesting..."

"Yes, or it was supposed to. Can you...send me back out now?”

Your eyes widen but before you can speak he uses his lower left hand to grab your throat and guides you up to your feet. He pulls you closer, making you stumble as he drags, watching your eyes twitch and search his face for any mercy.

“Though I do admit that you’re intriguing, why would you think I’d do that?”

“...what...?” Your voice cracks, "But--"

He held up a finger to his lips. “Shhh. You think that I would just let you go just because those pretty lips beg me to?”

He roughly releases your neck, making you drop to your knees, coughing. You rub the sore windpipe as he kneels. He suddenly grabs your chin, nails sinking into your cheeks and jaw, drawing blood from the puncture marks. Your eyes burn, preparing to release tears.

“Why?”

“And you still have the nerve to ask me questions!” He laughs loudly in your face, “You really are an interesting one, especially your technique. That being said, I want to experiment on you."

“Wait...my technique didn't mean you fell in love with me..." Your eyes widen in realization, "It meant I fell in love and you made me stay here...”

“Aw, isn’t that unfortunate?”

You sniffle, tears falling from your eyes to his fingers, “I shouldn't have come....”

He feigns a pout and wipes your tears with his other hand.

“Oh, don't cry, it's cute when you cry.” His pouting face cracks another arrogant smirk, “Keep that up and who knows, I might fall for you.”

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Where We're Meant To Be

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Prompt - The five times you hugged Captain Rex plus the one time he hugs you

The first time it happened Rex wasn’t expecting it. His attention hadn’t even been on you at the time, which was rare in itself because his eyes always seemed to find you. Now though he was focused on the scene ahead, the memory of battle droids coming from all over, too many to count and even less time to think playing in his mind. The only thing that mattered was his blaster and the droids.

When the fight was over and the battle won Rex walked away, there were too many of his brothers lying motionless on the floor. Battles were hard, war was hard and sometimes he just needed a moment.

He didn’t know for sure how long he’d been gone for before he heard footsteps behind him. He didn’t turn to look at whoever had approached him either. He just stared ahead.

You smiled sadly at Rex, lately the battles had been worse than ever, more and more of the 501st were dying and you knew it was taking a toll on the Captain. You didn’t need the Force to feel his sadness, it was written across his face plain as day.

Rex stayed silent, not even glancing over at you and you weren’t sure he was even fully aware you were there, lost in his own thoughts, drowning in loss and pain.

You wrapped your arms around him, it was the only thing you could do, there were no words to make any of this better, as much as you wished they could there were no words that could bring his brothers back, no words that would end the war.

The only thing you could do was remind him he wasn’t alone.

The first sign Rex gave of finally noticing you were the was by tensing in your arms, his whole body stiff as a board at the contact. You stayed where you were though, head against the plastic on his chest and arms around his waist.

“What are you doing?” He finally managed to ask, his voice low as he tried his best to keep his composure even as the feeling of you around him made him want to break.

“Hugging you.” You answered quietly, feeling the confusion coming from him and your heart ached for the Captain.

“Why?” He asked again, swallowing around the lump in his throat and hating the stinging of tears he felt.

“Because I’m sorry. Because you’re not alone, because this war is exhausting.” You sighed and felt him take a shuddering breath, hesitating a moment before bringing his arms to wrap around you.

The touch was unsure, like he hadn’t actually ever hugged anybody before and with what little information you’d managed to piece together about Kamino and the Kaminoans you wouldn’t have been too surprised if that was the case after all.

Rex stayed like that for a little longer, somehow the feel of your arms around him made things seem a little better, made it a little easier to breathe.

The next time it happened neither of you had been expecting it. It had been months since you had last hugged Rex though since then you had thought about it plenty.

Rex and you had been commanded to lead half of the 501st to one side of the base whilst Anakin led the other half to the other side.

That should have been the easy part and yet when an explosion sounded from Anakin’s side your stomach dropped before suddenly there was a full battalion of battle droids in front of you.

You lost track of who was where, lost in the midst of battle droids, deflecting blaster shots as quickly as you could but even you were struggling to keep up as the battle droids drew closer.

At some point you managed to get it under control, ending up back to back with Jesse as you took down as many droids as you could.

It felt like the battle went on for hours, by the end of it you were bruised and sore but still alive. You looked around the battlefield, trying to find Rex among the crowd and gasped when you saw him on the ground, members of the 501st surrounding him.

You pushed through the small crowd and knelt down next to him, carefully pulling off his helmet to see a cut above his forehead bleeding heavily down his face.

“Help me get him to Kix.” You said to Fives and Echo, both of them nodding and carefully picking Rex up between them.

You had wanted to wait with Rex until he was awake but the Council had insisted on having both you and Anakin present as you gave accounts of what had happened. You had tried to argue with Anakin, watching as he threw a worried look his Captain’s way but told you it was the Council’s orders.

Kix had been the one to assure you that Rex would be alright, that he just needed some rest and then he’d be up like nothing had happened. You had gotten him to promise to send someone to get you if Rex so much as winced in pain and he sent you away with an amusement smile.

“You’ve got a good one there, Captain.” Kix murmured to the sleeping man once you were out of ear shot.

You barely heard anything during the meeting, both Obi-Wan and Master Windu had to call for your attention several times and when it came time for you to recount what had happened on your side you rushed through it, hoping to get back to Rex’s side before he woke up.

“Is everything alright, Y/N?” Obi-Wan asked you softly, his concern clear across his face.

“Rex got injured during the attack.” Anakin answered for you and Obi-Wan’s look of concern shifted to one of knowing, not that you were sure what it was he knew.

“We shouldn’t be too long now, Y/N. You can check on your Captain soon enough.” Master Windu shot Obi-Wan a small glare but you didn’t care enough to read into it, just smiled gratefully at Obi-Wan and prayed to the Force that it really wouldn’t take much longer.

By the time the meeting finally ended you were practically bouncing on your heels to get back to Rex. When the holo shut off you turned to see Anakin looking at you with a mix of fondness and amusement.

“Go on then, go see your Captain.” Anakin smirked, copying Obi-Wan’s words from earlier.

You didn’t even stop to roll your eyes at him, instead you practically ran from the tent and back over to where the med bay had been set up. You paused when you saw Rex walking out, a frown on his face as he rubbed at his temple carefully.

You immediately made your way over to him, throwing your arms around his waist to hug him tightly. Without the plastic armour in the way you could hear his heart beating quickly in his chest.

“I’m so glad you’re okay.” You murmured into his chest, closing your eyes and focusing on that heartbeat.

Just like last time Rex went stiff in your hold but it didn’t last long, the Captain let himself relax in your arms, bringing his own arms up to wrap around you, letting you ground him now that the battle was done.

Rex was tired. It was hard to know what day it was whilst they travelled through hyperspace, the cycles all merging into one another.

He hasn’t slept in days, after the latest mission that had left everyone sore and drained, he had avoided his room and focused on his holopad, making sure everything was up to date.

He frowned to himself as he wrote down the names of all who had been lost in the battle, letting anger and rage wash over him before shaking his head. There was nothing he could do for them now, he could only protect what was left of his brothers.

He pushed himself away from the table, unable to carry on and walked out of the room, making his way through the corridors of the ship with no real destination in mind and feeling some of the tension leave his shoulders when he saw you talking to Echo and Fives.

You were the first to notice him, your whole face lighting up with a smile when you saw him and Rex felt his heart speed up. That was something he had started noticing more and more, whenever he saw you his heart raced wildly. He knew he liked you, from the moment he met you his first thought was that you were so beautiful but he never dreamed of acting on his thoughts.

There was too much risk involved for both of you and besides what would somebody like you ever want with him? Rex was just another Clone, sure he might have the title of Captain but at the end of the day when somebody looked at him all they saw was a Clone.

“Rex!” You beamed as he approached the three of you, watching as Echo and Fives grinned at each other after looking between Rex and you.

“General.” He smiled back, his smile widening as you rolled your eyes at him.

For months now you had insisted he call you by your name and for months he had held onto your title.

“We were just going.” Fives said, giving Echo a pointed look and Echo chuckled as he agreed, the two of them waving goodbye whilst snickering to each other.

“I don’t even want to know what they’re up to.” You laughed softly before turning your attention back to Rex, smile dimming slightly when you saw the tiredness that seemed to radiate from him. “You okay?”

“No need to worry about me.” Rex told you in lieu of a real answer causing your eyebrows to knit together.

Rex knew you wouldn’t let the topic drop, he knew once you got it into your head that he wasn’t ok you wouldn’t just leave him be. If it had been anyone else it would have bothered him, he hadn’t asked for help so he didn’t need it. But somehow it was different when it was you, somehow when it was you he didn’t mind.

In fact it sent a warm feeling through him, one that he usually tried not to think too hard about. Recently though he hadn’t been able to ignore it, it had been months since that first time you had hugged him and yet that small bit of contact seemed to have awoken something inside him.

Rex shouldn’t have been as surprised as he was to feel your arms around him, now that you’d done it once and he hadn’t pushed you away you seemed to have taken that as acceptance even if he himself had never initiated a hug yet.

“It’s been a long mission, huh?” You murmured into his chest, your hand rubbing a comforting rhythm into his back and he felt himself begin to relax with each brush.

The hugs seemed to break down any walls he had, sending them crumbling like they were nothing more than a house of cards. Each time you hugged him he felt the embarrassing sting of tears that were unbecoming of a Captain, if any of his men could see him now.

But they couldn’t.

The hallways were clear and he had a feeling Echo and Fives would see to it that they stayed that way if their matching grins meant anything. He laughed in your hold, the sound coming out weak and more sob-like and he was faster to wrap his arms around you this time, letting his head rest on top of yours to hide his watery eyes.

“Yeah,” He breathed out, “yeah General it has.”

There wasn’t much more to be said, nothing changed the fact that you were in the middle of a war. Your soft whispered words of reassurance made him feel better, but nothing helped as much as your arms holding him tight, reminding him that no matter how much he lost, he still had you.

The next time you hugged Rex was different compared to all the other times. It happened on a night where the 501st were grounded in Coruscant and the men had all planned a much, much needed night at 79’s.

Rex hadn’t been the one to ask you to join them, Jesse had beat him to it but when you protested, claiming that this should be time they spent together and away from their General’s Rex had laughed and insisted you were welcome, that they’d be more than happy for you to come with them.

“Are you sure you guys don’t mind me coming along?” You asked and Rex had given up counting how many times you’d ask the same question since he arrived to pick you up at the Jedi Temple.

The moment he first saw you he felt his eyes widen and he cursed his stupid heart as it began its predictable quickening pace that it had developed around you. You looked beautiful though, gone were the Jedi robes and in their place was a short dress that had Rex swallowing around a sudden lump in his throat.

“General, I swear to you we’re all happy you’re joining us tonight.” Rex told you with a warm laugh that had you smiling over at him, feeling your own heart begin to match the speed of the Captain’s.

You had never been to 79’s before and you couldn’t help but smile as you walked into the cantina, you recognised troopers from all different battalions, the place was warm and you couldn’t help the sudden intake of breath when you felt Rex’s hand on your lower back, the most amount of contact he had initiated with you outside of the battlefield.

You let Rex guide you over to a booth at the back, overly aware of his hand the whole time and savouring the feel of him against you before he let go to gesture for you to enter the booth first. You smiled at the cheery welcome the pair of you got from those who were already there, recognising both members of the 501st and the 212th.

Rex took the holopad from Cody with a smile, starting a conversation with the Commander as he ordered the two of you drinks. Your smile widened when you realised you didn’t have to tell him your drink of choice, watching as he ordered your usual without needing to ask.

One drink turned into two, two into four and before you knew it you were leaning into Rex’s side, cheeks flushed from the alcohol and laughing loudly along with the others at something Fives had said.

If asked Rex wouldn’t have been able to repeat what Fives had said, he was too busy looking at you. You were beautiful all the time but this was a side to you he didn’t get to see often, one he wanted to see much more, usually everything was shrouded with a bone deep exhaustion from the war but here it was easy to forget what was happening, here he could sit back and watch you laugh.

In here it was easy to forget the rules, forget that you were his General and he could be sent back to Kamino if he dared give into his feelings for you. In here it was easy to forget that both Jedi and Clones were forbidden from such thoughts, easy to forget everything when he could feel your head on his shoulder as you leaned against him, your whole body pressed against his.

It was hard to remember why he couldn’t just wrap his arm around your shoulder and pull you closer, hard to remember why he couldn’t pull you onto his lap and pepper kisses along your neck.

He was seconds away from reaching out to touch you when he glanced across the table and saw Cody, a knowing, sad look on his face and Rex could only shake his head, not letting the harsh reminder that he couldn’t have you ruin his night.

You stayed where you were for hours, pressed against Rex and laughing into his chest as you drank more drinks. It wasn’t long from sunrise when you turned further into Rex’s chest, eyes growing tired and you let the fall closed, wrapping an arm across Rex’s waist and feeling him relax in your hold.

Rex didn’t want to move you, here you were cuddling him but he knew he couldn’t let you. Just a small taste was enough to ruin him. So with a heavy heart he shook you gently, watching as you frowned and tried to bury yourself further into him. He couldn’t help but chuckle as he watched you pry your eyes open to glare at him.

“Let me take you back to the Temple.” Rex said softly, leaning down slightly so only you could hear him.

“You don’t have to.” You tried to insist but Rex wasn’t having it, Jedi or not there was no way he was letting you make your way back to the Temple alone.

“Come on, General.” He grinned at you, sliding out of the booth and holding a hand out for you. “Let’s get you home.”

You laughed softly as you slipped your hand into Rex’s, ignoring the loud cheers coming from behind you and waving goodbye to the other’s still left drinking.

The cold air hit you as soon as you stepped out of the cantina, a nice breeze cooling you down from the warmth of 79’s. You watched as Rex got the two of you a taxi and slid in next to him once more, not hesitating to plaster yourself against him considering this could be your only chance to be so close to him, knowing that you could both just blame it on the alcohol.

Rex spent most of the drive resisting the urge to wrap you in his arms, you made it look so easy each time you did it and Rex was growing annoyed with himself and his inability to just pull you closer.

By the time you pulled up to the Temple you weren’t ready to say goodnight to Rex but you knew there was nothing else you could do to stay in his company.

“I’m glad you came tonight…Y/N.” You couldn’t stop yourself from grinning ear to ear as Rex finally used your name, dismissing any titles and ranks between you.

“I’m glad too.” You told him softly, taking a step towards him and wrapping your arms around his waist. “Thank you for making sure I did, I had a great time.”

Rex wrapped his arms around you easier than any other time, only hesitating for half a second before did, his chin resting on your head as he savoured the feeling of you against him whilst also cursing how easy you had made it seem to close the distance between the two of you.

“I’ll see you soon, yeah?” Rex asked once the two of you finally pulled away from each other and you nodded, smiling softly at him. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Rex.” You murmured, turning to the entrance of the Temple and only looking back before you entered, smiling as you saw Rex watching after you, making sure you were in safely before he left.

“She’ll be back before you know it.” Fives assured him, nudging Rex’s shoulder as he sat down next to his brother.

“I should be with her.” Rex told him, tenser than he had been in a long time outside of a battle.

It had been days since you’d left, Obi-Wan had asked for your assistance in an undercover mission and you had agreed. When you told Rex he felt his heart just about stop, a complete opposite reaction to what it usually had around you.

He hated that you were leaving the 501st, he hated that you were leaving him. Out on missions it was you and him, he watched you back and you watched his, if he wasn’t there anything could happen to you.

“She’ll be fine, you know Cody won’t let anything happen to your girl.” Echo said and both him and Fives took great delight in watching Rex’s head shoot up to look at him with wide eyes.

“She isn’t my girl.” Rex grumbled after a minute had passed and Echo and Fives scoffed causing Rex to glare at the pair.

“She’s as good as.” Fives smirked. “What’s stopping you from making a move?”

“I can’t.” Rex sighed, he wanted to, he really did. It was all he could think about some days, whenever you were close to him, whenever you wrapped your arms around him, whenever the two of you stayed up late talking about everything and nothing. All he wanted was you. “You know the rules.”

“Is she worth the risk to break them?” Echo asked him softly, the amusement leaving his eyes as he looked at Rex’s seriously.

“Of course she is.” Rex answered without a moment’s hesitation. “I’m just not sure I’m worth the risk.”

Neither Echo nor Fives said anything more on the topic, quickly changing the subject in an attempt to get that sad, broken look off Rex’s face. It didn’t matter that they both knew you were head over heels for Rex, it didn’t matter that they knew you’d risk everything in a heartbeat for him. It was something Rex needed to figure out for himself.

“She was supposed to be back two weeks ago, General Skywalker says it’s been complete radio silence and I can’t contact Cody.” Rex groaned, pacing the floor of the grounded ship.

“It’s an undercover mission, you know how unpredictable they are.” Jesse tried to reason with him but Rex was beyond that.

He was a mess, he hadn’t slept in days, all his dreams were haunted by images of what could have happened to you and he cursed General Kenobi for taking you from him, if something had happened to you he would never forgive himself.

“The General’s back!” Fives shouted as he ran into the room, grinning at Rex who stopped in his tracks and practically broke his neck with how fast he turned to look at his brother. “Her, Kenobi and the 212th are outside.”

Rex didn’t need to hear anymore, he was brushing past Fives, ignoring the laughter that faded as he headed towards the ship's exit, practically running off the ship in a desperate need to make sure you were alright.

Even though he was looking for you, you found him first, grinning from your place with Obi-Wan, Anakin and Cody over at Rex and breaking away from the group without a word. They all watched you make your way over to Rex, the man pausing once he saw you, his eyes scanning you up and down but you didn’t give him much of a chance to look as you wrapped your arms around him and hugged him tightly.

Rex felt like he could breathe for the first time in days and didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you, drawing you impossibly closer and assuring himself you were safe.

“Are you okay?” Rex murmured into your hair, “You were supposed to be back weeks ago, I was worried.”

“I’m fine.” You told him with a soft laugh, pulling away only far enough so you could look up at him, smiling brightly at him as you watched him take in your features and see for himself that you really were fine. “We ran into a few problems but everything’s fine, we got the information we needed.”

“I’m just glad you’re okay.” Rex told you honestly and you smiled softly up at him, Rex smiling back down at you and both of you couldn’t help but think how easy it would be to close the gap between you.

For now though it didn’t matter, you were both content with this, simply holding each other, knowing that you had each other.

Rex could see it happen.

It was like a scene playing out before his eyes, he was just a bystander that couldn’t interfere. He tried to, stars had he tried. He ran until his sides ached and kept running but it was too late.

You were gone. The Separatist leader had taken you and Rex hadn’t been able to stop it. The only thing Rex knew was that he was made to protect you, not because you were his General, not because of his loyalties to the Republic but because he loved you.

He loved you and he never told you and now you were gone.

General Skywalker was furious. The 501st were devastated but no one more than Rex felt your loss.

He was heartbroken, he had to get you back and yet all the Council wanted to do was talk. Rex was ready to leave, he would find you on his own. There was no time for meetings behind closed doors, not when with each second that passed you got further and further away from him.

Days had passed with no action and Rex had had enough. The ship was grounded and he had no trouble sneaking away, ready to steal a smaller ship and head off to find you, though he had no real destination in mind, he would search the whole galaxy just to find you.

“Rex.” Anakin called just as he was about to climb into a ship.

Rex froze, torn between facing his General and carrying on ahead. He was about to take another step forward when Anakin spoke again.

“I’m coming with you.” At that Rex did turn around, seeing Anakin with a determined look on his face, lightsaber clutched in his hand as he walked over to the ship. “The Council has no immediate plans to help, we’re on our own.”

“We’ll find her, Sir.” Rex said firmly because there was no other option.

It had been three weeks since you’d been taken and Rex was losing his mind.

Anakin ignored calls from the Council, only answering them if they came from Obi-Wan who provided as much information as he could about possible locations you could be but other than that there was nothing.

Each place they’d searched ended with Rex breaking more and more, if they didn’t find you soon there would be nothing left of him to break. He slept very little and ate even less, his mind on a constant loop of all the terrible things that could be happening to you.

It was Obi-Wan who had suggested visiting Mevara, a planet on the outer rim known for its Separatist activity. Rex couldn’t set himself up for another failure and yet he still felt a small glimmer of hope that he knew would surely be crushed.

They had searched for hours before Anakin froze, Rex just narrowly avoided going into the back of him as he stared at the General in confusion.

“Sir?” He finally asked after Anakin had been still for nearly a minute, a frown on his face before he snapped back to himself.

“She’s here.” Anakin told him and Rex felt his heart stop as Anakin turned to face him.

“You’re sure, Sir?” Rex whispered, wide, hope filled eyes staring into Anakin’s.

“She’s here, Rex.” Anakin repeated and that was all Rex needed.

He let Anakin lead the way, the pair of them sneaking into one of the many Separatist bases on the planet and Anakin used the Force to find you, though their search was interrupted by battle droids.

Anakin called over to Rex where you were and Rex didn’t hesitate to fight his way through the droids, not feeling bad as he left Anakin behind to deal with the worst of them. He ran as fast as he could and came to the room Anakin had said, holding his breath before opening the door.

You were being held up by a containment field and after a quick scan of the room Rex ran over and made quick work of getting you down. He caught you by your arms and you let out a sob as you looked up at him.

“You came.” You whispered, the words catching in your throat from screaming and lack of water.

Rex couldn’t stop himself, for the first time since he’d met you he was the first to pull you into his arms.

You were exhausted, completely drained and your whole body ached in a way that words couldn’t even begin to describe. So when Rex pulled you into a tight hug, his fingertips buried in your sides and his head pressed into your hair, you should have cried out in pain, should have winced and pushed him away.

Instead when he wrapped you up tightly in his arms you couldn’t move for a second, frozen at the contact because it had been so long since somebody’s touch had been kind and then you let out a shuddering breath, tears finally coming to your eyes and flooding down your face uncontrollably. It was only then you moved, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and burying your face in his neck, soaking his skin with your tears but Rex didn’t care.

Rex held you close, hearing Anakin come to a stop in the doorway but he didn’t care, he had finally gotten you back and nothing was going to stop him from holding you, no amount of rules or consequences were enough to drag him from you.

He held you tightly, grounding and comforting you like you’d done with him so many times and you melted against him, the aches and sores easier to ignore in Rex’s arms and it was so easy to let yourself fall apart in them.

“You’re okay, you’re okay mesh’la, I got you, you're alright.” Rex kept murmuring into your hair, the words washing over you, soothing you completely as you let yourself be held. “You’re alright, love, that’s it, I’ve got you.”

“Thank you for coming.” You whispered into his neck and Rex felt his heart break.

“I’ll always come for you, cyar’ika, always.” Rex promised as he placed a kiss to the top of your hair, the two of you finally back in each other’s arms, exactly where you were meant to be.

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hoenoredone · 8 months

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IN SICKNESS AND IN HEALTH – nanami kento

a/n: sorry for the inactivity, exams have been kicking my ass

contents: nanami is starting to get old. he used to be able to withstand nights of drinking until he passed out and the subsequent work day, but now the a/c gives him a cold. tags: sfw, enstablished relationship, married au, non sorcerer au, fem!reader, talks of snot and fever, unbelievably self indulgent.

unbelievable. un-believable. you knew something was wrong when nanami had made himself a cup of chamomile tea with a spoonful of honey the night before. he had told you he was just tired from work, but – realistically – who wants to have hot tea in the middle of july? he had been clearig his throat way too often before going to bed, and he looked like he was struggling to swallow whatever food you offered.

after years of marriage you knew better than to ask him about it, he'd only deny feeling unwell. so you do the next best thing: slip him a tablet for his sore throat with the usual vitamins he takes every night. he fell asleep almost instantly, his body already tired from fighting off the illness. he unintentionally woke you up at around 4am from blowing his nose a little too hard, causing him to cough into the tissue.

he struggled to fall asleep again after that, tossing and turning every couple of minutes, no doubt from not being able to breathe properly. it's in that precise moment (5:33am) when you decide that he's taking the day off tomorrow. he's an icredibly responsible worker, he has more than enough sick days accumulated to be able to use at least one.

you wake up before him – miraculously, considering how little sleep you got – and make him some breakfast as quietly as possible. you decided not to turn off his alarm clock because you knew he would not listen to you and simply rush straight to work if you had done that. so you opt to set the table and place the freshly squeezed orange and ginger juice next to his green tea and a bowl of honey-banana oatmeal.

you hear the familiar beeping of the alarm clock as you're pouring yourself a cup of coffee, and patiently wait for your husband to come into the kitchen. you must be lost in thought because you almost don't notie him until he rests his head on your shoulder and tries to stifle a cough.

"morning," he groggily says.

"sweetheart," you coo while turning to face him, "did you have trouble sleeping? i heard you coughing at some point. here," you place your coffee down on the counter and raise your hand to his forehead, "let me see."

you almost gasp at the heaviness of his eyelids and the unusual warmth of his forehead.

"kento, you look ill," and he knows you're serious, you never call him by his name.

"i feel fine," he tries, but he knows that it's useless. he doesn't feel too bad, just congested. and he has a headache. and his throat is killing him. he can power through.

"have some breakfast and go back to bed, i'll text your boss and bring you some medicine after," he can't even protest, the thought of having to get ready and go into that cold, cold office where his cubicle is inches away from the a/c sending chills down his spine. not like his protests would matter much, regardless, as you're already sprinting to his phone. so he sits down, alternates between sipping his tea and the juice you had made him (the ginger burns his throat but he forces himself to swallow). he tries to eat most of the oatmeal but his stomach just doesn't agree with him, so he leaves a little less than half of it in the bowl.

he's a good man, tidies up after himself even when oh so horribly sick, and goes back to bed. once you hear the rustling of the covers you know you've succeded. you exit the bathroom, a smidge of eye cream unblended on your cheek, and hand him a glass of water and some ibuprofen. you make sure he has enough tissues by the bed and leave him a bottle of cough syrup and a spoon on his nightstand. you tuck the comforter all the way up his chin and grab some clothes to get ready for work.

once you're ready you come back into the bedroom and almost decide to leave without giving him a kiss in fear of disturbing his rest. you opt against that, knowing how unusually whiny your husband gets when he's sick. so you place a gentle hand on his arm and leave a peck on his forehead.

"i'll try to be back for lunch," you whisper, "but if i don't make it there should be some leftovers in the fridge if you feel up to it."

he groans in response as you make your way to your shoe rack, a barely audible "love you" from him painting a smile on your lips as you quietly close the door.

#nanami kento #nanami x reader #jjk nanami #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fanfic

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tomumess · 6 months

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Don't. Look. Back.

Run. Run and don't look back. Those were the only words echoing through your mind as you sprinted across the dark street, looking around for any open store to seek refuge in. Everything was closed so late at night, and the footsteps were just getting louder.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Your throat felt like it was burning, uncontrollably panting as you dragged your feet as fast as you could, hoping this was all a nightmare.

TAP. TAP. TAP.

A hand gripping your throat caused you to try to scream, but another one quickly shut you up, covering any noise you tried to make.

"Don't you dare scream after all the running you made me do." Tomura panted as he held you tighter than he had planned, barely standing on his feet as he looked at your shaking body.

"Fucking bitch... You're going to pay for this." he was about to punch you, before stopping for a moment and opting for a slap. It was less painful, but it definitely served a message in his eyes.

You flinched, teeth gritting from the pain as you felt tears welling up in your eyes from seeing his disgusting grin as he rubbed the sore spot on your cheek.

"Oh I know just the way to shut you up." Tomura laughed at his own idea, shoving you down onto the ground as he grabbed you by the hair, making sure to make it as painful as possible.

"Get to work. Unless you'd like to end up on tomorrow's news as my next victim." he gestured towards his zipper, making you gulp, reaching out with shaky hands to unzip it. You had no power left in you to try to fight, or even speak.

"Oh and if you try to bite me, I'll choke you with my cock until you drop dead." he sighed, suddenly feeling more relaxed after seeing you fidgeting with the zipper, shakily pulling his pants and underwear down, revealing his erection.

You've had no prior sexual experience, and given the situation, your mind was blank and you couldn't help but just stare at it - dumbfounded and terrified.

"Ugh... you're really a stupid one, aren't you?" Tomura pushed your mouth onto his cock, feeling like he might cum from just seeing your choked up expression as he thrusted into your poor mouth.

"Aa-ah...if this is how good your mouth is, I wonder how that pussy would feel." his voice grew shakier with each word, and despite his earlier arrogance, he really was going to cum in less than a minute. It was embarrassing, but he really was enjoying this.

"F-fuck... You better swallow it all." he spoke through gritted teeth, as you felt his cock twitching in your mouth, and it felt like you were in a trance - letting him use your mouth as a fuck-toy, hearing his surprisingly high-pitched whimper as he came, feeling the hot seed burning your throat, fitting back the urge to vomit as you swallowed it.

Tomura looked at your fucked out face, seeing the cum dripping down your lips made his cock harden again.

"Let's see what you got under that uniform..." he giggled as he went to disintegrate your top, accidentally pressing his hand across your exposed skin as well.

"Shit! FUCK, I did it again!" he yelled, gripping his hair in frustration as he watched you crumble away, disintegrating into a pile of dust and bone.

"Oh well. I'll just find another one..." Tomura sighed pathetically, trying to be nonchalant, even though he really wanted to fuck something. Unfortunately for him, the only thing he'll be cumming to is low-quality porn and weird fetish fanart of his new favorite hero.

#shigaraki x reader #tomura x reader #tomura shigaraki x reader #tomura shigaraki #mha x reader #bnha x reader

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ikeromantic · 4 months

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Hello. For the New Year's asks may I request Sariel and horseback and gingerbread? Thx

Oooh this one was a little hard! I hadn't considered pairing Sariel with those options, but I had a good time coming up with a scene ^_^ I hope you enjoy! Approx. 1300 words of our favorite devilish councillor! IkePri New Years Event story!

Sariel grinned at the awkward way Emma sat in front of him on the horse. “No one is going to believe you were gentle-born with that kind of seat,” he admonished.

“There’s literally no one out here.” She gripped the saddle horn tightly as if it was the only thing keeping her on the mount, and not Sariel’s arm around her waist.

“You can never be sure who might be watching.” He snugged her back against him, hoping to reassure her that she was in no danger of falling off.

Emma glanced at him over her shoulder. “You’re right. As usual.” She sighed. “So how would I make this look more . . . normal?”

“First, sit up and let go of the saddle horn.” Sariel nudged her arms. “No high born lady would lean forward like that unless she was racing. And that is a wholly different sort of saddle.”

“But . . .” Her expression was conflicted. She wanted to trust him, but riding along at a fast clip made her nervous.

He eased their speed a little to make her less anxious. The last thing he wanted was to upset his lovely fiancée.

She gave him a grateful smile and then carefully let go of the saddle horn. “Oh, oh my - Sariel! I feel like I’m going to slide off!”

“You aren’t going anywhere. I promise.” He stroked her side with his thumb, to remind her he had a hold of her and wasn’t letting go. “Now sit straight. Not too stiffly. But, yes, like that.”

Emma sat up, tense at first but she found a more relaxed pose as he spoke. “A-alright. Now what?”

“Lean back.”

“Lean - Sariel, that doesn’t sound right either.” She eyed him suspiciously.

“It’s perfectly proper when riding with your betrothed. Besides, no one is watching.” He smiled the secret, sweet smile he kept just for her. It was still a devil’s grin, but full of love and unexpected joy.

“But you said - you said -” She huffed, her expression going from surprise to outrage. Then she began to giggle. “You are really ridiculous. You could have just told me you wanted to snuggle.”

Sariel felt warmth blossom in his chest as she relaxed fully against him. The press of her body, even through their clothes, sent a thrill through him. He still didn’t understand how a devil like himself became the object of affection and love from such a woman. There was truly no justice in the world. But so long as he benefited from this particular injustice, he planned to enjoy it.

Emma turned her head and kissed him on his jaw. “So, my love, where are we headed? You were very mysterious about it when we left the palace.”

“I needed to make sure we weren’t overheard. Or followed.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Is this a special mission? Are we going to be gathering secret information? Meeting with spies? Fighting rebels?”

Sariel chuckled. “Your imagination is running away with you.” He leaned his head closer and nipped her ear, then kissed the same spot.

She gave a surprised gasp, and then a pleased murmur. “Well . . . if you don’t want me to escape with my imagination, you better tell me where we’re going.”

Her breath tickled across his throat and brought a heat to his cheeks that he hoped she wouldn’t see. “Trying to blackmail the devil? That’s a dangerous game.”

“Well, if you prefer I can resort to torture instead?” She nipped at his throat and he could feel the scrape of her sharp teeth beneath those sinfully soft lips.

“It seems I’ve trained you too well.” Sariel gave her a wide smile, his eyes alight with desire. “If you keep that up, we’ll be late.”

Emma raised an eyebrow. “How does me biting you make the horse slower?”

“Because I happen to be the one with the reins. And when you do that, I am sorely tempted to stop, lift you off this horse, and make love to you wherever we happen to be. But you deserve so much better than mud beneath your perfect bottom.”

“Pffft,” she grinned. “Who says I’d be the one on the bottom?”

Sariel felt a flash of heat at the wickedness in her eyes. “I suppose you could opt for grass stains on your stockings . . .”

She batted her eyelashes at him. “You wouldn’t be a gentleman and set your coat down for me?”

“I’d be a gentleman and buy you new stockings.” He laughed and kissed her forehead. His hand slipped up her side to caress the swell of her breast. Sariel felt her reaction more than heard it. The sharp intake of breath, the slight arch in her back to push herself more fully into his hand.

He rested the reins on the saddlehorn, certain his well trained mare would continue on even without his direction. The horse knew where they were going even if Emma did not. Then he slid his free hand up her leg, pushing her skirt out of his way.

“S-sariel! What are you doing? The - the horse -”

“Is going the right way.” He made it past her stocking and found the silky skin of her thighs. “I’ve always wondered about those books where the hero makes love to his maiden on horseback. Perhaps we can see how life resembles art?”

She gasped as his hand went higher still, teasing along the edge of her panties. “I - I don’t think - that is, it doesn’t seem very practic-ahhh!” Emma shivered with delight as his fingers danced over the taut fabric beneath her skirt.

“Hm. You’re likely right. Not practical. But entertaining.” He lifted her just a little so that she no longer sat on the saddle, but atop his thighs. “I think this would work better. And there’s a natural rhythm to riding. Only, you’d be riding me . . .”

This had the desired effect of both sending a tremor of excitement through her that he could feel, and bringing heat to her face. She looked as if she wasn’t sure whether or not he was serious.

Sariel grinned. “Alas, we’ll have to save our experiment for a longer ride. We’re here, my dear.”

Emma gave him a wanton look, somewhere between relief and frustration. “You are such a tease!”

“Don’t think of it as teasing. Think of it as an . . . apertif. Something to whet your appetite for what’s to come.” He eased her back onto the saddle and dismounted. Then he held his hand out to help her down.

“Where are we even? And what’s to come?” She looked around, curious. The cottage was nothing impressive on its own. Small and well kept. An old hideout, now turned to more . . . romantic purposes. The advantage of this place was the view. From here, it was possible to see the whole of Rhodolite’s capital spread out below.

Emma’s eyes widened as she noticed the incredible vista, and she practically dragged him to the edge of the clearing. “Look! Sariel!” Then she whirled to hug him. “Is this why you brought me?”

He wrapped his arms around her and held her close, savoring the intimacy of this rare private moment. “That’s part of it. Mostly, I just wanted you to myself for a little while.” Sariel turned her about in his arms so that she could see the view while leaned against him.

Before she could say more, fireworks began to shoot up into the sky above the city. From this distance, they looked like little colorful bursts of sparkling light, only a little closer than the stars. He’d wanted to share this with her. A sight he’d only ever seen alone, and he’d been too busy scheming to enjoy it. But tonight, with her in his arms, it felt strange and lovely. Something new in the wrappings of something old.

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri sariel #sariel noir #fanfiction #fanfic #otome #otome guys #slightly spicy

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babygirlbenji · 2 years

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For You - Ben Chilwell

a/n not totally happy with this one but the rq has been in my inbox for literal months (i started writing this fic in jan 2022 so it's been a long time coming but shit happened and we live, we move and we vibe!

You had started to feel a little off a couple days before Ben’s match. Just a little runny nose, sore throat and the occasional cough, nothing serious. You were self-medicating and trying to get as much rest as possible, but you could feel it was getting worse.

Sure enough, the morning of the Brentford match dawned with you feeling absolutely rubbish. Your throat burned, every muscle ached and your temperature had soared overnight. You were pretty much laying in a pool of your own sweat. The sun peering through the blinds made your head pound.

Ben stirred next to you.

‘Morning, babe,’ he mumbled. Even in your foggy, sickly state, his morning voice still sent shivers down your spine.

‘Morning.’ Your voice was a mere croak, and it made him sit up, concerned.

‘You don’t sound good, darling, are you feeling okay?’ He brought the back of his hand to your forehead. ‘Sweetheart, you’re burning up! Why didn’t you say anything?’

‘I didn’t want you to worry, I’ll be ok for the match, I just need some more rest,’ you replied, trying to stand up. Your progress was swiftly halted when the room started to spin before your eyes in a sudden wave of dizziness.

‘There is absolutely no way you are watching any match anywhere other than from the comfort of the sofa in front of the TV. I’m going to go and make you a peppermint tea and some chicken soup you can heat up for lunch.’ You would have complained, but your lack of energy prevented you from doing so. Besides that, you secretly liked Ben taking care of you. You were normally a very healthy person, rarely getting so much as a cold, so him taking care of you was a treat of some sorts.

As you lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, the sound of Ben rummaging around in the kitchen carried up the stairs to your ears, followed shortly thereafter by the delicious smell of chicken soup.

Not long after, Ben came back upstairs, armed with Sudafed tablets, a hot water bottle, a mug of peppermint tea and your laptop, which you had left downstairs on the coffee table after doing some uni work.

‘I feel bad for leaving you like this…’ he admitted as he dropped the essentials on the bed, leaning over to stroke your hair back from your forehead. You shrugged weakly.

‘Don’t worry, I’ll be fine in a couple days. Not as bad as swine flu or laryngitis.’ You couldn’t help but wince at the memory of having swine flu and laryngitis; the two illnesses had got you down less than 18 months apart, and it was the most sick you had ever been. Ben was so worried about you, he called the non-emergency line twice when you had swine flu.

‘Nothing will ever be as bad as that horrid swine flu. Sure you’ll be ok? Mum is on the end of the phone for anything, Dele and Harry are about 15 minutes away if you need anything, I’ll tell the team what’s going on so if I get a call from you I’ll get subbed off so I can be here…’ You just about had enough energy to giggle and take his hand.

‘Baby, I am fine. Just a little cold. Go do your job, I’ll be here when you get back.’ He bent down to kiss your forehead, ignoring your protests, before letting you go back to sleep.

When you woke up, you saw that it was just before kick off. You were feeling a little better having had some more sleep, so you kicked back the covers, popped on a hoodie of Ben’s, and shuffled downstairs to watch the game on the TV.

The team news came through on the Chelsea app, and you were delighted to see that Ben was starting. Even though you knew he wasn’t going to see it until after the match, you sent him a Snapchat of you curled up on the sofa, watching the match. After that, you texted him saying ‘good luck baby, cheering you on as always!!🤍 xx’

The match started, but you were only slightly paying attention. Your body had been fighting this horrid cold as hard as it could, and you were exhausted. The match continued and you were only just about able to follow the match in between power naps.

Just before halftime, however, came the moment both you and Ben had been waiting for all season.

You sat bolt upright, cheering softly through your croaky voice, as Ben celebrated his goal. The camera zoomed into him, and he made a heart with his hands and pointed at the camera. You sent him a heart back, even though he couldn’t see, and texted him ‘I told you it would come. I am so proud of you. You deserve this! See you soon, I love you🤍’. The halftime coverage started, and you allowed yourself to sit back down on your pillows, basking in the glory of your boyfriend’s goal. You knew it was coming, like you’d said to him in your text, it was just a case of him realising it.

When you awoke next, it was the door closing that stirred you from your slumber.

‘Darling?’ Ben’s voice was quiet as he padded through the house. You were vaguely aware of him walking over to you, placing a hand on your forehead to check your temperature. ‘You awake, sweetheart?’

You fumbled out a tiny ‘yes’, still foggy with sleep and sickness.

‘Temperature’s gone down, that’s good.’

‘You scored.’ He chuckled, knowing you weren’t exactly ‘with it’.

‘I did, darling, for you.’ Even in your slightly delirious stupor, your cheeks still flushed at his sweet comment. ‘Come on, darling, let’s get you to bed.’ You began to stand up, but soon felt yourself get swooped up into his arms bridal-style, smelling his cologne on his neck as you nuzzled your face into his neck.

‘Mmm, I missed you,’ you hummed groggily as he carefully manoeuvred you upstairs to your bedroom.

‘I was only gone for a few hours, darling,’ he chuckled in response.

‘But when one is sick it feels like much longer.’ Another chuckle left his lips, and you felt him kiss the top of your head.

‘Does one also go all posh when you get sick?’ You didn’t have enough energy to give him a retort back, just scoffing lightly.

Ben gently placed you on the bed, pulling the duvet up over you to keep you warm. You heard him in the ensuite next to your room, showering quickly and brushing his teeth. It was oddly comforting to hear him potter about in the bathroom, and by the time he came out of the bathroom, you were nearly fast asleep.

He turned off the lights, and clambered into bed beside you.

‘Want a cuddle, gorgeous? Or are you too hot?’ You didn’t have the energy to answer. Instead, you snuggled in close to him. His chest rumbled with a chuckle, an arm finding its way around your shoulders to pull you into his side. ‘Always up for a cuddle, that’s one of the many things I love about you, darling.’ The energy had completely gone, leaving you nothing to reply with. Ben knew, though, that you loved him. You didn’t have to, most of the time. It was in the way you looked at him, the way you went to every match you could even with your busy work schedule, the way you ran up to him after matches with the most radiant smile on your face, the way you always made sure you had a plate of dinner ready for him if it was a late finish… The little things added up, and Ben wasn’t great at maths, but he knew it added up to a whole lot of love from you, and he always made sure you felt it from him.

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Yandere winter king x reader part 2

Tee hee I’m back everyone and I missed you all I’m so for not posting yesterday I fell asleep writing this,so for your patience here is your best table for the show :3

This story will have yandere tendencies such as kidnapping,manipulation. etc

Along with mentioning of breathing problems and no not asthma it’s a little different

Along with Stockholm syndrome

If you don’t feel comfortable reading this please feel free to click off and scroll away but if you’re staying please enjoy.

Also part one is here at the end of that one shot I explained it

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You panted running through the snowy cold forest you were out of breath and feeling my throat getting tight wasn’t good you stoped for a quick second catching your breath

A sharp cold wind sends shivers down your spine. You look over your shoulder to see nothing but trees and snow. Suddenly you hear footsteps coming from behind you. The pace is slow, steady, and unhurried.

Fear shoots through your body as you started to slowly start running again my throat still feeling awful and dry like you had tasted blood

The footsteps continue their pace, never growing closer nor farther away. It seems as if these footsteps are chasing you and taunting you. You look over your shoulder to find the same thing. Trees and snow, nothing more, nothing less.

You felt so confused your whole body felt weak and tired ,was it just your mind playing tricks on you ….no it couldn’t.

You thought to myself as you kept running through the icy snow in the woods

The footsteps continue with their pace, never leaving your ears. Your body feels weak, the air is cold, and your throat still feels like you swallowed glass. Your mind doesn't know what to do, so panic sets in. As you continue to run, the cold wind still chills you. As you look over your shoulder, you spot a figure, watching you, waiting for you.

You gasped in fear as you then fell face first in the snow groaning in slight pain as your legs felt numb from running your skin freezing as the cold snow air pinched your skin making it slowly numb,

Your legs are numb, your throat feels like fire, and breathing is difficult now. As you struggle to get up, the footsteps finally stop. You can hear the approaching footsteps now right next to you. The wind still blows, you feel the cold snow on your face. You manage to turn your head towards the approaching footsteps. The familiar figure is there, watching you.

“ please no…”

You said weakly knowing winter king caught me ,you tried to get up but your body wouldn’t allow you to.I wasted all my energy and now you felt so much pain shooting through your chest trying to breathe normally again

The figure kneels down next to you. You notice your throat is still hurting. The figure picks you up from the snow, causing your frozen body to feel the cold again. The figure stands up but is still holding you. You feel weak, vulnerable, the figure is strong and protective. Your heart is racing with the fear as you look up at the figure holding you.

You try to get out of winter kings arms pushing him weakly away trying to get out of his grasp wanting to be in the cold snow rather than his arms

He holds onto you with a tight grip even though he sees you trying to escape. Your pushes only seem to give him more encouragement. The more you fight, the harder he grips you. He looks you dead in the eyes, your fear of him is still there even though he is the one keeping you safe right now.

“ winter king please …stop “

You beg as you turned away from his gaze your voice being slightly sore and faint

The winter king smirks "My love, why would you want me to stop? You are cold, your body is shivering, and you are in pain. I am here to make sure nothing happens to you. I am here to protect you and care for you." Winter King replies softly as he still holds you while you try to push him away.

“ stop ..let …go ..of …..me “ you felt your body slowly and unfortunately start to feel weak and sore your throat wasn’t helping much either as you felt yourself stop struggling your energy fading as you were in his cold embrace

"My love, you ask for such silly things. You are exhausted, your throat hurts, and your body can barely move. What about me? Do you think I am just going to let you go off and possibly die right here in the snow to these awful conditions?" Winter King replies softly as he stares at you, keeping a firm grip. Your energy is starting to diminish.

You put my hand on his chest attempting to push him away but the icy cold weather that pinched your skin along with my horrible condition making you go unconscious in his arms

As your strength fades away, your body completely relaxes under the grip of Winter King. Before you fully fall unconscious, you feel a kiss on your forehead. Winter King gently starts to walk away with you in his arms smiling to himself knowing that he has you helpless in his arms as he walks back to the ice palace that is a few minutes away

A little later you woke up in a nice comfortable bed in a warm room you looked around for a few seconds as you slowly get up, you covered your self with the soft warm blanket as you tried to get off the bed but a clanking noise came from your leg you looked at your right leg and there was an ice shackle

Winter King sits next to your bed, staring at you. He notices your eyes open as you take in your surroundings. As you see the ice shackle, your eyes go wide with fear. Winter King smiles. "My love. Welcome back to reality." Winter King walks towards you, his footsteps creating a loud clanking sound. He kneels down beside your bed. "I see you've noticed your shackle. Would you like to ask why you have it on? Or does my love already know?"

You looked around afraid as you covered myself with the blanket trying to comfort yourself from being back in the castle in your new bedroom …

Winter King grabs the end of the blanket and slowly pulls it off of you. "No need to try and hide, my love. I am your protector. If you don't think I won't pull you from that bed, I will just remove the whole bed. There is no escape from me." Winter King smiles before continuing. "Do you want an explanation or is it as simple as you already know?"

You looked at him with confusion and fear not knowing what to say just feeling fear in your body as you slightly look away.

Winter King grabs your chin, causing you to face him. He grabs your chin with his cold, gentle hand. You feel his gentle smile looking at you. "Look at my eyes, my love. I am not here to hurt you. I am here to protect you. If I let you go now without the shackles on, what's to stop you from just running off?" Winter King laughs. "You must see, my love, I can not let you go. Not now. Not yet."

“ yet ?…” you said with confusion

"Yes, yet. My love, you don't understand the dangerous world out there. It is cruel and full of people that will use you for their own selfish reasons. What is to stop someone from kidnapping you? From hurting you? From..." Winter King looks into your eyes before he continues. "From loving you the way I do." Winter King gives your cheek a soft kiss.

“ but you kidnapped me….”

I said shivering in discomfort from the cold kiss

"My love, what I have done was for your own good. Don't you understand? You were so lost and alone in that universe, so miserable. I brought you here, I gave you a purpose, a home, and I gave you love. I do everything out of love." Winter King continues to hold your cheek in his cold hand.

You said you’re voice in a hurt tone as you push his hand away from my face

Winter King grabs your hands again stopping you. "My love, your family didn't care for you. No one in that world truly cared about you. Everyone in that world used you. You were alone. I am not stripping your freedom away from you. I am giving you what you lacked in that world. Love and protection. Do not be blind by your own lies, my love."

You struggle against him “ no…no you’re wrong!” You said angrily

Winter King holds you down against the bed as you struggle. "I am not wrong. I am giving you what you deserve. I am giving you what no one else could have given you in that world. I will even give you your freedom, but only after you finally understand that there is no one out there that loves you the way I do." Winter King kisses you once more.

“ your wrong you don’t know me !”

You said as you kept struggling under him trying to get him off

Winter King laughs. "My love, I know you so much more than you think. I know your thoughts, your fears, your dreams, and most of all, your love." Winter King gets closer to your ear. "You can try to fight it all you want, but you love me, your heart wants me, your body yearns for me." Winter King continues smiling into your eyes as you keep trying to struggle.

“ your a monster!” You yelled as you tried not to cry “ you took away everything from me”

Winter King looks at you for a moment. Suddenly his tone of voice changed from being a calm and smooth to a firm and harsh tone. "You have no idea what a monster is, my love. I took nothing from you. I gave you purpose, I gave you love, and I will give you anything you want. I will give you everything you deserve. You will be treated like the princess you are by me. So do not you dare speak of me being a monster, when I am simply treating you the way you deserve to be."

You flinch at his tone of voice as you felt yourself not being able to control your tears as you stopped struggling and just started crying

Winter King let's go and you fall back into the soft bed. He wipes away your tears. "My love, why do you cry? Do not you understand? I love you, and you love me. I am only doing what's best for you. I can not allow you to leave my side with how cruel that universe is. I know you want to go to your family, but they do not care for you, they do not love you. They are monsters that only want to use you. Do not fool yourself, my love."

You cried softly as you softy sniffed

“ no …no they.. they do love me…. They care……there not “ I spoke in a sad hushed whisper

"That is where you are wrong, my love. I want you to think, honestly think, do they really love you? Did they even attempt to find you while you were gone? Or did they just ignore you, like everyone else in that world. You can not tell me they love you, they abandoned you, my love. I am the only one who truly cares and loves you. I am your true love." Winter King caresses your cheek again.

“ no ….they…they .. “ you let yourself really think

‘Where were my parents..my siblings my friends…where …..no ,no they couldn’t they wouldn’t …..’

You thought to myself as I felt my tears still flowing down your cheeks

"Do you see, my love? I am not wrong. I am your one and true love. I care for you, I want to protect you, even if it means holding you here, even if it makes you cry. I am doing all this because I love you and I don't want you to leave me. I may be all you have but don't you agree that I am all you need." Winter King whispers this into your ear.

You felt yourself slightly hiccup while you slowly shook your head

“ no no they will find me…” you said as you tried to wipe my tears away

"My love, please do not lie to yourself anymore. You have to understand there is nothing or no one out there for you. They have their own lives to live. They do not miss you, or even think about you. They are monsters. They do not care for you as I do. I love you. Will you please trust me? Please, my love. You can trust in me, I will care for you, and I will do what's best for you." Winter King wipes away tears from your eyes.

You felt yourself crying more as you turned away putting your face in your hands as you continued to now sob

Winter King turns your head towards him. "My love, you can not avoid the truth. I will not let you do that. Come to me my love, allow me to wrap you in my arms and feel safe under my touch." Winter King pulls you close to him and hugs you. Your sobbing continues, but you feel the urge to just cry into his shoulders. "I am here, let yourself feel your emotions, let it out, my love."

You slowly pulled your hands away from your face slowly grabbing winter kings shoulders as you softly cried into him the manipulation hie did had worked on you as you cried into his embrace

You bury your face into Winter King’s chest, your sobs growing louder. Winter King caresses your hair once more. He smiles as he holds you close, happy that you are breaking. His warm hands soothe you. "There there, my love, let it all out. I am here, I am here and I am the only one you can trust. You do not need anyone else, you can be happy right here with me. With someone who truly cares for your needs and wants." Winter King continues to gently rock you in his embrace.

As you were still in his embrace you were still over thinking to yourself about your family

‘ they do care right…they could not just be relieved when i disappeared for the whole week right …they care ….I know i wasn’t the best daughter but…no one is…. They..couldn’t have just I don’t understand …’

You thought to yourself shakily breathing

Winter King still holds you as the thoughts and emotions continue to race through your mind. "My love, my love, don't you understand yet? They did not care about you as they should have. They gave you up and abandoned you. I know that they did not look for you. I'm sure you think I am such a cruel and evil person right now, but I am doing this all for your own good. I know that when I first kidnapped you, you did not want to be here. But now you realize that I am the only one who's truly there for you, right?"

“ I ended up here on accident I didn’t mean to even to end up in this place…”

you said in a hushed tone as you wiped your tears away as they began to slowly stop falling

Winter King laughs as he holds you. "My love, of course you didn't. I used a spell. I sent you here. I had to see you. I wanted you to experience what real love was before it was too late. Your family could not show you so I had to give it to you myself. I had to show you what it was like to be truly loved." Winter King caresses your cheek again. You feel as if nothing is wrong because his touch feels so good. "Do not worry, my love, you are here to stay. I will never let anyone take you away from me."

“ you can’t just do this to me…why,why would you do this?!”

You said shoving him away as you slightly backed away but not far since the shackle on your ankle was keeping you in place

Winter King grabs you and hugs you tight. "My love, I am doing this out of love. What's so hard for you to understand? No one cares for you the ways I do. You did not have any friends, and your family did not care. No one will ever care about you the way I do. No one. I am the only one who truly loves you. Do not be foolish, my love. Love me as I love you, and you will get everything you have ever wanted. Love me, and it will be as if you are living in paradise."

“ no no no!…you’re wrong …your……..wrong “

You say as you hit your hand against his chest in frustration the feeling of pain and sadness almost causes your tears to start

Winter King looks down at you, holding you. His face turns cold and harsh. "Do not lie to me, my love. Your love is mine and only mine. I am your protector and your lover. I know what's right for you. I can not let anyone else have you. You are mine and I am yours." Winter King stares at you coldly as he holds you. "So do what I say, or I don't know what I may do next." Winter King says as he holds onto your hand, staring directly into your eyes this time. You flinched at the tone of his voice and started to tremble slightly as you felt tears running down your face as you closed your eyes shut afraid for the worst

"Do not close your eyes, my love. I want you to see how deep my love is. Your tears will be my sweet nectar. Your screams my sweet music." Winter King grabs your face and forces you to look at him. "Do as I say, or else..." Winter King's voice trails off as he stares at you. He looks more dangerous than ever before.

You opened your eyes slowly terrified and trembling in his grasp as tears trailed down your face

"Do not keep me waiting my love. Your answer, now." Winter King stares at you once more as he holds you tight. He caresses your hair once more, gently. "I am the only one who cares for you, now. I am the only one you can trust. Let yourself be held by me, let your love and trust belong in my hands. I will take good care of you, make sure you never have to feel scared or alone again." Winter King smiles, yet there is nothing sweet or tender about him.

“ what do you mean answer?… you didn’t ask me anything…”

You said shakily and confused by what he meant

Winter King continues smiling, yet in him as his eyes narrow and he squeezes you tightly. Winter King leans forward, his face almost touching yours. He whispers, letting every word sink in. "Love me and only me. No one else. No one else will ever love you like I do. I have done too much now, so do not even consider saying no. You belong to no one else but me. If you cannot accept that my love is the only true love in your life, then I fear I will have to use force."

“ you made my family hate me?…..” You said in shock as your body trembles in his grasp

"They never loved you to begin with, my love." Winter King says calmly. "Would your family be here right now to save you? Would your family be here to fight for your love? Did they ever even look for you? No, my love, they haven't done any of that. All you have is me. So do you trust the only person who loves you in this world and will do anything for you?" Winter King caresses your cheek, he leans in closer, looking you directly in the eye.

“ why…I don’t understand “ you said feeling confused and grabbing your hair slightly pulling it

“ do they hate me or did you make them hate me?…”

"My love, I did something to their minds to make them forget you. But trust me, they never cared. They never loved you. That is why they do not search for you. They do not care if you have left, or died, or if something or someone took you away. They are monsters. I am all you will ever have. So do you trust me? I know what's best for you, dear love."

“ so I was a mistake to them …they only took care of me so i could just grow up quickly?…”

You felt warm heavy tears fill your eyes

“ i really did try to be perfect for them ….”

"My love, you see why I must keep you here? I am the only one who cares for you. I am the one who loves you. I am the one who will protect you. Do not waste your tears on those monsters. Allow yourself to be loved, by me. I am the only one that will ever care." Winter King wipes away your tears and leans in closer. "Now ..do you trust me, my love?"

You sadly looked up at him nodding acceptingly expecting the hard truth

Winter King smiles at you as he caresses your chin once more. "My love, my sweet love. You truly make me happy. Now come here, and kiss me. Show me that I have earned your trust." Winter King grabs you and brings his face to yours, eagerly awaiting your loving touch.

You felt your nervousness taking over as you slightly hesitate

"My love, come closer. I am nothing but kind and love. My love for you is deep and eternal. I know that you trust in me, I know that I am the only one for you. Don't be nervous, my love. We truly belong with each other. Do not keep me waiting." Winter King stares at you, yet there is nothing but love in his eyes. Not cruelty, not evil, only love. His words are as sweet as honey and his touch is as gentle and tender as silk. He seems harmless...right?, it’s not monstrous to do this ..to love him…?

You press your lips gently against his cold lips

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Sorry, I did not expect this to be this long. I hope you all enjoyed and I hope you all had a good day, night or afternoon.

It’s raining where I live. We’re having a thunderstorm. Yippee.

Part One

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