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navegandoaciegas · 4 years

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Little doll

Pairing: dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: stockholm syndrome, manipulation, controlling!Bucky, unhealthy relationship, mentions of violence in the past (no graphic description), smut, vaginal sex, oral sex (both male and female receiving), vaginal and anal fingering, slight praise kink.

Summary: You used to be a strong-willed independent woman, but after a whole lot of training, you’ve finally become Bucky’s perfect little doll for him to own, love and take care of.

A/N: I had this idea in mind today and wrote this in a couple of hours for @jtargaryen18 ‘s 4k writing challenge. Congrats! I hope it’s decent lmfao

There is no graphic violence or non-con in this story, but it’s stated/hinted pretty heavily that these things did happen in the past. Reader has no physical description. 18+ only. English is my third language so sorry for any mistakes.

7.09 am

There’s a pulsing ache between your legs and a hot breath fanning over your neck that sends tingles down your spine.

“Baby?” you mumble in a daze, still half asleep, moaning and clutching the sheets when you feel a finger tease your entrance.

“‘Morning, sleepyhead.” Bucky murmurs, peppering your cheeks with small kisses.

You can’t fight back the smile that spreads on your face and you slowly pry your eyes open, finding your husband already looking at you in adoration. He lets his lips move downwards, nipping the skin of your throat and sucking little bruises there. A moan escapes you when the hand that was kneading your breasts pinches one of your nipples while his fingers keep sliding in and out of your pussy, sending jolts of pleasure all over your body.

You’re burning up, feeling a familiar pressure build up in your core already. You’ve been together for years, but you’ll never get over how good he is at this.

His hands are everywhere and nowhere at the same time. The hair on his chest and lower abdomen rubs on your sensitive skin, and you can’t get enough of all this. You never will.

His name is on your lips like a prayer as you beg him for more, for that sweet release only he can give you. He complies, spreading your legs and settling between them. He trails open mouthed kisses down your body, slowly bringing his face to your awaiting cunt. The anticipation of what he’ll do to you is killing you slowly. He licks a strip of your dripping pussy and dips his tongue in your folds, pushing as far as he can go.

“So sweet.”

He groans against you when you grab a fistful of his long hair and the vibration goes straight to your core, making the knot inside you tighter. You grind your hips against his face, fucking yourself with his mouth and crying out loud in pleasure.

“So wet, so needy, all for me.”

He draws circles on your swollen clit and crooks a couple of fingers inside of you, hitting that sweet spot that makes your toes curl and your back arch even more.

You’re writhing underneath him, desperate for a release.

“Please, faster.” you moan, bucking your hips wildly.

“Beg for it.” he demands, jerking four fingers inside of you.

His bruising touch, the vibration inside your cunt, his soft kisses. It’s all too much and still not enough.

“Please Bucky, please let me cum all over your face, please, please, I’ll be good for you.” you beg like the cockslut you are.

He sucks hard on your clit, and that’s all it takes to tip you over the edge, body shaking uncontrollably and vision going white. .

You’re spent, panting on the bed and feeling the familiar burn that his beard leaves behind on the soft skin of your inner thighs. Your walls flutter around nothing, and somehow you want more.

“Such a good girl for me.” He looks at you through half lidded eyes, lips red and swollen, face covered in your slick. You taste yourself on his tongue when he dips down and slants his mouth against yours, reigniting the fire inside of you.

“Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want to come again, all over my cock? Yes?”

You whine, feeling yourself grow hotter than before. “Yes, please, fuck me.”

He thrusts inside you, slowly at first, faster once he can sheathe himself fully without feeling any pain. You’re still sore from yesterday, but the familiar stretch of his thick cock is so good that you ignore the burn. You only feel him and the pleasure he’s giving you.

“So perfect, made for me, my sweet girl.” he grunts in your ear, and the praise sends jolts of electricity directly to your cunt.

Your hands are roaming over his hard muscles and your walls are clenching down on his cock, impatient for another orgasm to wreck you.

The room is filled with the lewd sounds of him fucking you, his balls hitting your ass, the squelch of your arousal, and he’s so vocal with his moans and grunts that you could come hard just listening to him.

His pace is more frantic than before. Your walls are milking him as he pounds into you relentlessly. Just when you thought you couldn’t feel more pleasure, Bucky dips his hand behind you, fingers covered in your slick teasing your back entrance and pushing inside you, finding no resistance in your relaxed state. His pubic bone hits your clit repeatedly and you’re so full of his cock and fingers and him that you see stars.

“Cum pretty girl, cum all over my cock. Show me how good you are.”

He snaps his hips harder against you and you cry out when the pressure in your core releases, jolts of pleasure shooting from your cunt to the rest of your body, vision going blank.

He swallows your cries with his mouth, and the feeling of you clenching around him is enough to send him over the edge too. His thrusts become sloppier and he cums hard, holding onto your waist with a bruising grip and biting down on your bottom lip.

He collapses on top of you, and you relish in the feeling of his hot release filling you up.

“Love you.” he mumbles, caressing your cheeks.

“Love you more.” you whisper with a smile, scratching his scalp the way that makes him purr like a cat.

You stay impossibly close for what feels like hours, Bucky still inside you, encompassing your whole body, until the alarm clock goes off and he lifts himself up with a grunt. He stares in fascination as his cum slowly drips out of your cunt and onto the sheets.

“Don’t wanna go to work today, doll.” he whines, clinging onto you again and pouting like a child, “Wanna stay in bed with you.”

You chuckle, because he’s always so needy in the morning, and push him off you.

“We’ll stay like this all weekend, I promise. Now go get ready.”

The smell of freshly brewed coffee invades the kitchen and your senses. You love the fragrance, even though you aren’t allowed to drink it. Bucky says it’s bad for a dainty doll like you. You remember you used to be addicted to caffeine before; it was the only thing that kept you going during your long, strenuous shifts at the hospital you worked at as a nurse. Bucky provides for you now, so you don’t have to worry about that exhaustion anymore.

You drink loose leaf herbal tea these days.

You smile when a ray of light shining through the window hits the diamond ring on your fourth finger, projecting a kaleidoscope of colors on the walls. The eggs are sizzling in the pan, the bread slices are toasting in the oven and you can hear the faint noise of Bucky taking a shower.

You arrange the table the way he likes it: buttered toast and scrambled eggs on a plate, yoghurt and cut up fruit in a little stained glass container, a steaming mug of coffee, a tall glass of ice cold water and fresh flowers in a vase; the paper towel goes to the right side of the plate, with a fork and a knife with the sharp side that faces left on top of it. You nod in satisfaction at the spread and remove the strainer from your teacup.

Bucky greets you with a peck on the lips and a bright smile. He pulls the chair back for you, ever the gentleman, and sits on the other one, “Any plans for today?”

“The usual, y’know. I may go for a walk at the park, if that’s okay with you?” you hesitate on the last part, giving him a hopeful smile. You love to collect the wildflowers in the meadow and feed the ducks at the pond. Plus, walking is good for your health, and Bucky has you exercise at least once a day anyways.

“Of course you can, princess. Do you have enough birdseed or do you need more?” he asks, chewing a mouthful of eggs and toast, “I’ll give you extra money if you want to get it.”

You’re grateful he agreed. Truth be told, he hardly ever denies you anything now that you’ve learnt to behave. “Thanks, but it should be enough to last me another week, I think. Is Steve coming for dinner tonight?”

He shakes his head and sips on the coffee you made him, just the way he likes it: two sugars, one splash of full fat milk, a sprinkle of chocolate powder. “No, I think the punk’s staying home with Sharon tonight, ‘member her?”

You nod. You do remember Sharon. They’ve been dating for a while. She is a nurse like you used to be. Would Steve make her keep the job?

Bucky doesn’t seem to notice your pensive mood and checks his phone as he finishes the last of his strawberries. “God, it’s 8.35 already. I gotta hurry sweetheart, don’t want to be late again like yesterday.” he says with a mischievous smirk.

You feel warmth creep up your face at the memory of the reason why he was late, and you clench your thighs shut as you recall the image of you bent over this same table you’re at and him pounding into you from behind. He wouldn’t leave unless he gave you one more, and then another, until you were shaking and crying in pleasure.

You both get up. He grabs his jacket and backpack, you hand him the lunch you’ve packed for him. He pulls you in for a sweet kiss, holding you by the waist. You taste the coffee lingering on his tongue and it reminds you of another life.

He pulls away and nuzzles your hair, hugging you tightly. “I’ll miss you.” He mumbles in your ear, inhaling the calming scent of the lavender shampoo he’s chosen for you.

“I’ll miss you more. Have a good day at work.”

“Thank you, have fun at the park. Behave.”

You wave him goodbye from the front porch and stand there until his sleek black car disappears in the distance. You sigh, missing him already, and get inside, ready to start your day.

9.00 am

Bucky is a business manager at Stark’s IT company and his job is a 9-5, Monday to Friday, which means every week day you start your chores after he leaves.

He likes the house spotless and you never want to disappoint him. You shudder at the thought of what happens when you do. Thankfully, it hasn’t occurred in a while. Only bad girls get punished, and you hate punishments too much to be one.

You start downstairs: you open all the windows to let the fresh morning air inside and get to work. You vacuum and mop the floors, disinfect the kitchen counter and empty the dishwasher, sanitize every surface in the bathroom until it’s squeaky clean and smells like Bucky’s favorite lemon scented detergent. Then you move upstairs: you wipe down all the furniture, scrub the ensuite, change the soiled sheets and sort through the hamper, separating whites and colored.

You hum as you work, proud of yourself because you’ve perfected the cleaning routine in your time with your husband, so now it only takes you an hour and a half now to do the entire house.

You grab the basket of dirty linen and clothes and head downstairs to do the chore you hate the most: laundry. The basement where the washer and dryer are makes you quiver in fear when you think of it, but you haven’t found the courage to ask Bucky to move the appliances upstairs yet. Sometimes you still have nightmares about your time there, and Bucky has to hold you and rock you all night to calm you down.

It’s where you spent the first six months after he took you, locked up all alone. He’d visit you every night, but you didn’t appreciate that. You feel guilty now for all those times you fought him, especially the one time you managed to break his nose with your elbow and sprinted upstairs. He caught you just one step before the front door. God, you were so stupid. You’re lucky he got to you in time. What would a girl like you do without a man like him?

As punishment, you spent a week locked in a wardrobe, with no food and barely enough water to survive. You stopped fighting after that, and when he got you out you sobbed on his shoulder and let him hold you and bathe you. You slept in his bed that night, and all the nights that followed in these 3 years.

Bucky never meant to hurt you, only take care of you, but you were too stupid to understand that back then. You understand now.

12.55 pm

It’s a beautiful spring day, the sun is bright and there’s a light breeze blowing from west.

You think of how you weren’t allowed to leave the house until a year and half ago. You missed the outdoors. But Bucky is a fair man and he lets you go wherever you want now that he can trust you. He even takes you on weekend trips wherever you desire. Maybe if you’re good enough, one day he’ll buy you a car, so you won’t have to walk everywhere.

You still have a tracker implanted in your forearm, but that’s for your own safety.

You spread a blanket underneath your favorite tree; from your position you can see both the water and the meadow, and that lovely wooden bridge over the pond too.

You’re basking in the sun as you reflect on all the new hobbies you’ve picked up now that you don’t have to spend the better part of your days in a hospital.

You embroider, you try out new recipes, you read, you do yoga, you paint and draw, you collect flowers and leaves and you dry them up in your botanical journal. You’ve become quite good at taking care of the garden in these past few months, and the roses you’ve planted are growing nice and strong. Sometimes you go for a swim in the ocean, some others you go shopping. The house is entirely decorated in your paintings, and you often give them to Bucky’s friends and family too.

You don’t have friends or family anymore. You only have Bucky.

You never thought you would enjoy these activities so much, just like you never thought you could be so free. Of your job, of so much pain and sorrow, of the hardship that comes with free will, of the choices you make that weigh you down until you can’t sleep anymore.

Who knew having your freedom taken away would be so liberating. Not you.

You have Bucky to thank for that. He always knows what’s best for you.

5.29 pm

Bucky’s been thinking about you all day and as soon as he’s clocked out, he couldn’t come back home fast enough. He smiles when the front door opens and he’s hit by the smell of freshly baked cookies. You really spoil him too much.

You run into his arms as soon as you realize he’s back, hugging him tightly, mumbling about how much you’ve missed him.

You’ve made dinner for him, just like he expects of you. Homemade basil pesto pasta, grilled salmon, oven roasted vegetables, white wine for him, tonic water for you because alcohol is bad for little dolls, white chocolate chip cookies for dessert.

You chat about your days over food, and when you’re both done you clean up while he changes into more comfortable clothes.

He has a reward for you, since you’ve been so good lately, but he wants you to earn it.

“On your knees.” he commands, and like the perfect doll you are, you comply.

You look up at him with your innocent doe eyes and Bucky knows he could come at the sight of you so beautiful, so obedient alone. His hands work swiftly as he pulls down his sweats and gets his already hard cock out.

“I want to fuck your mouth.” he says, tracing your lips with his red tip, “Open up, doll.”

You do as he says. You take him in your mouth and his eyes instinctively roll back at the feeling of your wet tongue licking a strip from base to tip; your cheeks hollow around him, sucking him off, one hand pumping his length and the other massaging his balls.

He aches for more, so he grabs a fistful of your hair in what is probably a painful grip, judging from the way you gasp, and he takes that as an opportunity to slant himself inside your mouth until he hits the back of your throat. He shoves himself deeper and deeper until you can't breathe, your face is red and your eyes full of tears. You steady yourself holding onto his thick thigs as he keeps fucking your mouth harder, balls slapping your chin.

Saliva is dripping down on your face as you’re choking on his cock, and those gagging noise you make vibrate against him, making this all the more pleasurable. He knows you won’t complain anyways, no matter how much he abuses your mouth or your cunt.

He knows you’ll always comply. He’s made sure of that.

With a last thrust in your mouth he pulls out just in time to paint your face with his hot spurt. You look perfect with tears streaming down your cheeks and his cum all over you.

“You did so good princess.” he praises you, and you smile up at him, “Go get cleaned up now, we’re watching a movie. You choose.”

You beam, and he knows you’ll choose one of those Disney movies you like so much.

Good girls always get a prize.

11.00 pm is your bedtime. Little dolls need their 8 hours of sleep.

You’re already fast asleep, and Bucky looks in complete devotion and adoration at your form. You’re so pretty, so perfect, so completely his.

You’ve been so good lately that he hasn’t had to punish or discipline you in more than six months.

You’re no longer the stubborn woman you used to be, the one that broke his nose and resisted all he’s put you through for months. You’re finally a little doll for him to own, love and care for. His little doll to dress up and play with. He’s especially happy tonight, because he knows you’ll love the reward for being so good this time.

It’s only taken Steve two years, because Sharon wasn’t as strong as you, but he’s done now.

Bucky knows how lonely you can get. Tomorrow you too will have a friend, another little obedient doll like you to play with.

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cablesscutie · 3 years

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Oh could you do 3 or 17 for the zutara fluff prompt please?☺️

I love both of these- thank you! I'm going to save #17 for a little later, so here's #3: “You’re everything I could’ve wanted and more.”

PART 1 // PART 2 // PART 3

Zuko flips down the visor in his car to fuss with his hair one last time. Mai and Ty Lee had insisted that he pull part of it up to keep him from hiding behind his hair like he was wont to do when he got nervous. In this particular situation, Zuko found that it made him extra nervous to know that he didn’t have that security blanket, scar on full display. This was why he didn’t do blind dates. This poor girl was already suffering through the awkwardness of an ex’s wedding, and now she was going to have to do it while pretending to be vaguely attracted to him.

Her text the previous night had included a reminder of the time and address, as well as an apologetic note that, hey I’m sorry to heap more awkward on this, but apparently this ex is friends with another of my ex’s and it ended Badly...and I might’ve implied that you were a little more significant to me than a blind date? Really I’m so so sorry and I can tell them you have food poisoning or something if this is too awkward, but really all you have to do is not mention that we’re strangers. Sorry!! He’d had absolutely zero clue how to appropriately respond to that message. His first impulse had been to think that of course he didn’t want to pretend to be her boyfriend in front of not one, but two of her ex’s. But Mai probably wouldn’t see this as too much for the favor he owed her. Then his brain had flitted unwillingly to the Instagram account Ty Lee had showed him, and before he could stop himself, his fingers were tapping out That’s fine - see you then.

“Okay,” Zuko sighs, gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles go white. He closes his eyes and pulls in a deep breath, holds it, and on the exhale unclenches his hands and forces himself out of the car. The temple rises up before him in a series of spires and exterior staircases, terraced gardens overflowing with practical plants rising up around all of it. He follows the trickle of people who seem like they know where they’re going, glancing about idly for a familiar face.

She finds him first, which he probably should’ve expected given that his face stands out pretty clearly. She’s also more petite than he’d expected. If she weren’t wearing heels, the top of her head would probably tuck easily under his chin. Zuko shakes his head quickly to erase the thought before it can take hold properly, which unfortunately comes at the same instant that she asks, “Zuko?” and leaves her blinking at him in utter confusion. “Oh. I, uh.”

“I mean yes!” he rushes to correct, reaching out to grab her elbow as she starts to turn away. “Zuko. Me. I mean.” Fuck, he’s such a moron. He clears his throat and holds out his hand to shake. “Hi, Zuko here.” There’s a familiar and terrible heat in his cheeks and spilling down his neck, and he wishes to Agni not for the first time that he could be anyone but Zuko right now.

Katara laughs at him, as she should, but it is a kind laughter, all dimpled cheeks and sparkling eyes. The pictures hadn’t done her justice. “Hi Zuko,” she says, taking his hand and shaking it. “Katara here.” He can’t help but return her smile, goofy as it probably comes across. “Thank you again so much for coming to this shitshow,” she tells him as she drops his hand. “We should probably head inside - it’s starting soon.”

Zuko offers her his arm to be escorted up the stairs of the temple. It’s an old-fashioned gesture that has always gotten mixed reception, but Uncle has drilled manners into him so relentlessly that he always falls back on them reflexively when in a panic. Luckily, she slips her hand into the crook of his elbow with a smile, and his shoulders settle as he guides them both. Along the way, she catches him focusing on the planters, and asks, “do you like gardening?”

“My mother did,” he says reflexively, and he turns to her in time to catch the very moment she registers the past tense. He wants to kick himself for setting up pity or prying questions, but she just gives his arm a slight squeeze and says,

“So did mine. The flowers blooming every summer was her favorite part of the year.”

Usually, he is precious with his memories, but hearing the echo of his own grief in her wistful tone makes him actually want to share his mother with her. “She came from a family of traditional healers, and wanted to keep up the knowledge, so she grew all kinds of herbs and wildflowers that were used in old cures.”

She hums, and they walk along in silence for another moment before she says, “Did she teach you anything?”

“She started to.” It’s bittersweet, his mother’s unfinished legacy. “I have her books though, so maybe someday I’ll finish studying them.” Katara smiles at him, part sympathy, part understanding. Zuko’s heart pounds. When her eyes meet his, he almost wants to hide because it feels like she can see too much.

“Did you learn any cures for nerves?” Katara asks, the sardonic dip of her voice a gift to lighten the mood. Zuko smiles back, starting to laugh off the heavy conversation, but a flash of something catches his attention.

Katara’s eyes go wide as he lets go of her to crouch down and carefully pick a purple blossom. He does it just the way his mother had shown him, finding the right joint in the stem to make sure it will grow back, and with a gentle bend and twist, it breaks between his fingers. The fragrance follows him as he rises and offers the sprig of lavender to Katara. In trying to indicate that she should smell it, he almost shoves it up her nose when she leans towards it, but she giggles and wrinkles her nose adorably. Her fingers fold around his as she slips the stem out of his grasp.

“Thank you.

“Mom used to put a little vase of lavender in me and my sister’s rooms to help us sleep,” Zuko explained.

“I feel better already.” She sniffs the flower again as she slips her arm through his again to properly enter the ceremony space, her eyes fluttering closed for a fraction of a second that steals his breath away. This is actually going well, he thinks in utter astonishment. I keep tripping over my tongue like a moron, but for some reason she seems to like it. A voice in the back of his head that sounds uncomfortably like his teenage self sneers, Wow, she must be really desperate not to look single. Must be some impressive ex’s. Zuko’s heart stutters and slows back to normal. Right. This is a favor. He needs to focus.

Not least because his distraction causes him to walk right into the man who appears in front of Katara. “Sorry,” he says reflexively, stumbling back. Katara’s grip on his arm has tightened, keeping him from dragging both of them off balance. Despite her small stature, she is rooted firmly, anchoring them both. He realizes why as soon as the guy pretends to dust off his sport coat (which is not particularly neat to begin with) and purrs, “So Kat, this is the new guy?” as though Zuko isn’t even there. So this is the other ex.

“Zuko,” he and Katara say at the same time, in the same steely tone.

The ex looks briefly startled, but recovers enough to shake Zuko’s hand. “The name’s Jet.”

Zuko has never met Jet before, and yet he knows from the curl of his smile that he has made out with several Jets at various parties in college. “Pleasure to meet you.”

Jet squeezes Zuko’s hand a little harder, just to the edge of macho discomfort. “Pleasure’s all mine.”

Katara scoffs - almost inaudibly, but it’s there - and Zuko can’t help but look to her and say, “It would be, wouldn’t it?” It’s the kind of snarky remark he and Mai used to share under their breath at their parents’ insufferable dinner parties back in high school. The two women are nothing alike, but there is something similar to the ease he feels with his best friend as he stands beside her. She bites her lip, and her eyes glitter with silent laughter, and Zuko feels a much gentler heat kindling under his skin. Jet manages to look confused and dismissive in one twitch of his ridiculous eyebrows, but returns his attention to Katara undeterred. His eyes linger as they trace obviously over the v of her dress’s neckline and admittedly tempting curves draped in navy satin before he flashes her a pair of puppy dog eyes and asks, “Save me a dance?” When she doesn’t immediately respond, he tilts his head and entreats, “For old times’ sake?”

Zuko is irritated to once again be entirely ignored, and the possessive part of him wants to snap at Jet that all of Katara’s dances are already reserved for him. Hard-earned self control wins out though, and Zuko manages to remind himself that despite his attraction and the ruse he is meant to be perpetuating, he is not actually Katara’s boyfriend. There is no real reason for him to be upset if she chooses to dance with Jet. There are several reasons for the flutter in his chest when her expressive face hardens to stone.

There is no excuse or cutting joke, just one word, a complete sentence: “No.” She gives him nothing to play off of, no buttons to push or entreaties to make, and he backs down quickly.

“Oh. Uh. Okay, I guess I’ll just...see you at the reception?”

“Yeah, you’ll see us there,” Zuko cuts in, mouth stumbling ahead without him. He puts too much significance on the word us, but seems to bother Jet, and Katara leans into his side, so he figures it’s okay. Jet lifts his chin in a parting nod to him. Zuko just meets his eyes evenly as the other man turns away to find his seat. Shaking his head as he watches the guy go, Zuko says, “Pft. If your friend invited that guy, I think you need better friends,” because he has no filter. And then he remembers yet again that he doesn’t know Katara, much less her friends, and he is overstepping all over this situation. His free hand comes up to smack himself in the face. “Shit. Sorry I’m probably screwing this up so bad; I’m the worst blind date in history.”

A small, warm hand closes around his wrist and tugs his hand away. Katara shifts to stand in front of him, blocking the rest of the wedding full of strangers from his view as his attention narrows only to the bounce of her hair and the crescent of her smile.

“You’re everything I could’ve wanted and more.”

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heyybrittannia · 4 years

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Seasons (in floral)

A/N: This one will likely never go to the dungeon. First time writing for Fatgum, and my first official BNHArem server collab! Little notes on the flowers: gardenia = secret/sweet love; jonquils = return my affections; pink hydrangeas, white lilac, red chrysanthemums = various versions of romantic love; sunflowers = unwavering faith/adoration, unconditional love. This was a fun one! Check out the other collabs! Huge thanks to @lesbian-peanut-writer for the gorgeous banner!! =============================================================

It was all tight smiles and calculated words that were exchanged over dinner. An ignorant man would confuse your cautious nature for simply being another shy blossom waiting for the brisk breeze of his love to pull you from your branch, but you held fast to your tree. As the banal chatter of your date melted into the din of the white tablecloth restaurant, you allowed yourself a brief moment to sink into your thoughts. ** **

Is this what I’m really looking for? Is this all that I’m worthy of?

He was plain-- not that it was a bad thing. With plainness came stability, reason, economy, and yet you yearned for more than settling for mediocrity. Lips stretched taut over your teeth, you nodded and made non-committal noises indicating your attention was still in the same zip code as his inane droning. For a moment, your smile slipped and the warm sensation of your date’s hand wrapping around your own on top of the pressed linen tablecloth ripped you away from your thoughts.

“I’m sorry, am I boring you?”

You finally focused to meet his stern, yet concerned gaze. His strong fingers continued to tighten around your hand, the question shooting through you. Slowly, you shook your head and worried your lip between your teeth, a habit he loathed. Your cheeks flushed with the fire of your embarrassment. Caught between his plain, constant stare and the hum of flatware scraping against fine china and small talk it was all you could do to shrink lower into your seat and move the steamed vegetables around your plate. He withdrew his hand from yours and settled back into his one-sided conversation. Appetite long gone, you finally dropped your fork and placed your napkin on the table. The cheque was split evenly, gratitude exchanged, and farewells left at the table in abject silence.

Another failed date for the books, you withdrew deeper into yourself during the walk home, insisting you would be fine without his presence to escort you safely. Half-ignoring his cries of, “Call me when you get home!” you waved in acknowledgement and began your trek through the bustling city. Numbly your feet dragged you through the crowded streets on a path you knew by heart. Once inside the safety of your studio apartment, you pulled your smartphone from your purse. Soft mewling and purring greeted you at the door as a lithe tabby rubbed his head against the soft leather of your boots.

“Hey, trouble,” you crooned down to the animal, abandoning your phone on a desk in the passthrough. He chirped in reply and led you to his appallingly empty food dish. “Sorry, Chubs. I didn't mean to forget.” Kibble tinkled through the open space like bells on Sunday morning. Kneeling, you stroked the cat as his purring ramped up, rivalling any sports car on the street. You lingered with your roommate for the better part of ten minutes as he devoured his fill and basked in your rapt attention. The chime of your ring-tone pulled you from the animal, and reluctantly you rose to retrieve the forgotten tech. When you pulled up the notification, your features softened into the sweetest of smiles. Warmth poured from your eyes to the image frozen on your screen.

Toyomitsu is video calling you…

At the push of a button the world melted away and all you saw was the steady, gentle smile of your childhood friend staring back at you.

"Hey," you breathed, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. He snickered and waved.

"Sorry it's been a while since my last check-in, Y/n. How ya been?" You kicked your heels off and slid down the wall to the floor, expression a mix of exasperation and guilt. "That bad, huh?" You shook your head and scoffed. Wordlessly he read you down as if the past five years didn't wedge between you two.

"It is what it is, Toyomitsu-kun." He winced at his surname rolling from your lips like he didn't inherently know your idiosyncrasies. "I think I'm just destined to be alone. Tokyo isn't anything like home," you sighed. He nodded and gave you another megawatt smile, running a large hand through his messy golden hair.

"Well, home just ain't the same without ya. Should come visit! Make a weekend outta it!"

Chubs rubbed his whiskered cheeks against your knee and trilled at the familiar face in your hand curiously. "Ya don't have to answer right away," he continued. "Just think about it, 'kay?"

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The train ride back to Esuha City ate up the majority of your Thursday morning. Earbuds buried deeply in your ears, you watched the world blur outside your window. City turned into field and turned into sprawling city again, and by the time you reached your stop you had your fill of true crime podcasts repeating the same tired tropes in your ears. Clutching your weekender bag to your chest, you disembarked the train and tried to find a familiar face in the shifting sea of businessmen and students. You caught the unmistakable flash of goldenrod hoodie cross your line of sight. Raised on tiptoes you waved to the towering hero. When he caught sight of your slight frame lingering at the platform he flashed his all too famous Cheshire cat grin and began pushing his way through the crowd to meet you.

"Y/n! Ya made it!" Your feet left the ground the moment he wrapped his arms around you in an ecstatic embrace. The giggle that escaped you as he twirled you around could sustain him for decades if you permitted it. Dopily you grinned back at him and poked at his pillowy girth.

"It's been too long, Toyomitsu-kun."

His hold lingered a bit longer than it should have to be a friendly hug, but this was Toyomitsu Taishiro-- arguably the one person in all of Japan who knew you better than you knew yourself. Amber eyes alight with excitement, he pulled back and held out his arm for you to hold as he pushed through the crowd.

"A lot's changed since you've last been to Esuha City, y/n."

Your smile was soft; it was easy to get lost in the experience that was Toyomitsu and forget about the tedium of the world. He was sunshine personified and you were simply content to bask in his warmth.

"Show me."

He walked you through the vibrant restaurant district while you recounted the latest struggles and triumphs at work. Cautiously you avoided any mention of your string of failed dates and he generously obliged. Between grateful vendors stopping you along the way to get his seal of approval on their latest menu items, you both fell back into the comfortable rhythm of effortless give and take with your conversation. Esura welcomed you home with open arms with Taishiro by your side.

"Fatgum!!"

The two of you turned toward the voice as the vendor waved you over. The cart was exploding with all the colors spring had to offer.

"Lemme see what they want, Y/n. It'll only be a second." He offered a grin and withdrew his arm, leaving you to admire the Technicolor display. The soft jingle of the florist's door signaled his departure. Daisies, hydrangeas, lilies, and carnations weighed down the cart as other passersby paused to admire their beauty. Roses in every color littered half of the cart outside the storefront. The longer you lingered in front of them, the more your memories bubbled to the surface.

A boisterous laugh and peerless smile…

A promise made on the steps of Shiketsu…

A single yellow rose…

"Y/n, you okay?" Pulled from your reverie, you jumped at the sudden intrusion and held your chest to futility slow your racing heart. Toyomitsu held out his hand, holding out a single moon-pale gardenia. Your eyes darted from the flower to the matroshka-shaped man before you. "Here. It was on the house," he said with a chuckle. A gentle flush creeped across your cheeks as you took the flower. It's fragrance overwhelmed your senses and brought you back to another time uncomplicated by distance or duty.

"It's beautiful," you sighed, inhaling the heady perfume. For a moment, your companion looked relieved at your reception and took your hand in his.

"C'mon. There's a lot more of Esuha to show you!"

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Exhausted, you checked into your hotel room. Toyomitsu arranged for you to stay in one close to his agency, boasting that it had the second best views of the canals and vibrant skyline at night second only to his own from his office. Your head buzzed with the day's events and your stomach felt comfortably full. You smiled at the thought-- warm and constant, he was always quick with a few honest, kind words. He always had a knack for giving you what you needed to refuel your soul.

The pale gardenia sat lonely in its makeshift green glass bottle vase. There was a time when your whole room was full of flowers. It was a hobby that started young, your grandmother handing down her love for traditional flower arranging to you during your school breaks. It was a hobby that wasn't lost on your childhood friend, but you didn't think he took as keen an interest in the art as you. In those days you and Toyomitsu were almost inseparable. Dinners with your parents weren't quite complete without his grin across the table from yours. By high school you had both been accepted to Shiketsu Academy, he in the hero course and you in support.

"I'll always be there. I'm gonna be your hero, Y/n! And that's a promise!"

Your eyes grew heavy with sleep. Nestled into the pillows, you turned over and succumbed.

Morning came too soon, bathing the room in pale, gray light. As you stretched your limbs and rubbed the sleep from your eyes, your phone chimed softly.

"Mornin', Y/n! Somethin' came up at work so I won't be able to hang out with ya until later."

Disappointment bled into your sleep-softened features. As if sensing your darkening mood, the BMI hero chuckled softly on the other end of the phone.

"Don't worry, Y/n. I'll make it up to ya. Promise."

"I'll hold you to it, Toyomitsu-kun. Be safe," you murmured. When the line went dead, you finally pulled yourself from the covers and padded over to the tiny hotel coffee pot. A soft knock came at the door, pulling your attention from your brew. The next knocks came heavier, almost impatient as you pulled a hoodie over your pajamas. The knocking didn't cease until you finally opened the door. Two younger men greeted you, one dressed in what looked like a school uniform with spiked red hair and the other in a silvery hooded cape obscuring dark blue hair and a perpetual nervous frown.

"G-good morning, Miss."

"Good morning. I take it Toyomitsu-kun sent you two to look after me today?"

The boys nodded in unison. You opened the door slightly more to invite them into your hotel room, finally taking note of the bouquet of bright yellow jonquils held protectively by the red-head. They stood awkwardly in the foyer as you pulled a simple white fitted tee and jeans out from your weekender bag to change. Once dressed, you poured yourself a small cup of coffee. The redhead smiled brightly, his sharp teeth gleaming in the morning light, and held out the bouquet.

"Boss wanted you to have these!" His smile was infectious-- it made sense why he was picked up by the agency to be an intern.

"Thank you--"

"Kirishima! And this here is Amajiki!"

You took a sip of your coffee and grinned. "I'm Y/n. It's a pleasure to meet you." Your face fell slightly when they heard your name.

"Y/n? As in the Y/n from the Tokyo branch of Shield Tech?" You nodded dumbly and blinked owlishly as the two exchanged looks. "Amajiki, we should take her back to the agency!" Amajiki looked like he might puke.

"Kirishima, I don't think Miss Y/n wants to spend her time off in another agency's support department."

"I wouldn't mind, actually." Your eyes lingered on the jonquils resting on your bed. Perhaps spending the day at Fatgum Agency would give you a chance to see him again. Amajiki scooped up the bouquet and placed it in a coffee cup with water, all the while mumbling something about not wanting the bright yellow blooms to be wilted by the time you got back. Kirishima picked up your purse and laptop bag while you pulled your hair back. You lingered on the bouquet and the lone gardenia beside it before the younger boys ushered you from your room.

Return my sweet affections, hm? Still as attentive as ever, Taishiro.

You walked between the two heroes like a rose between thorns. Both towered over your slight frame by half a head as they escorted you the two blocks from the hotel to the hero agency. Amajiki lowered his hood upon entering the building and waved timidly at the receptionist. Kirishima beamed at her and dashed for the locker rooms.

"I'll catch up, guys! Gotta change. Don't wait up!" Carrying your bags, you jogged to Amajiki's side. With a soft smile, you fidgeted with your bag strap.

"Shall we, Suneater?" At the mention of his hero name, the elf-eared boy brightened slightly. He led you down corridors until you reached a plain metal door.

"It's not much, but it's ours," he muttered. You patted his shoulder and took a quick look around the cramped room. "It's nothing compared to what you're used to in Tokyo, I'm sure." You gave a non-committal shrug and hummed as you unpacked your laptop.

"It's homey. Much cozier than work," you sighed, plugging into an unoccupied outlet. "Is there anything needing any immediate repairs?" Amajiki shook his dark head and took a seat across the workbench from you, his dark eyes boring into you as if he made it his mission to solve the mystery of you. "Reminds me of my old workshop, all tools and tiny spaces," you hummed. As your laptop booted up, you gave your limbs a quick stretch and glanced around the room.

Of course you'd still have it, you old softie…

Off in its own corner sat a dusty old steel workbench with bright orange and sunny yellow sunflowers painted on the side. You gravitated to the neglected space under Amajiki's watchful eye. The moment you touched the steel, it hummed to life under your hands, brightening like new.

"H-how is it you know Fatgum..?"

"Hm? Oh, we've known each other for ages. We just seem to keep skating around each other." Your hands fussed over a long-neglected project-- power gloves for a former sidekick you assumed. You smiled wryly at the craftsmanship, carefully appraising where the design succeeded. Satisfied, you turned to the tool chest and began pulling out your tiny screwdriver and soldering kit. "I feel like you have another question, Amajiki. Go ahead and ask."

"N-no, miss."

"Hm...suit yourself," you hummed, tracing uncovered wires from the glove's generator. Slipping it on over your own hand, you turned it and flexed your fingers to get the feel for the device. The minor adjustments you made as you flexed. Tongue jutting out just between your lips, you could feel a second set of eyes on you. You grinned and adjusted a few connections, the support device blinking back to life.

"What are you two doing here? Y/n, I thought you'd be seeing the sights!" You turned and your mouth hung open at the sight-- it had been years since you've last seen Taishiro when he wasn't his usual doughy self. He was always tall with sharp eyes and strong arms, but when he was "low fat" he was hard muscle and broad shoulders. His soft blonde hair stuck out in little spikes, his hoodie hung half-open, and left you feeling like the room was ten degrees too hot. Amajiki muttered something about needing to find his kohai and excused himself from the room, leaving you alone with your friend.

"You kept it after all these years?"

He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck and grinned.

"Yeah, it made sense at the time. Y'know, when we opened I hoped you'd be here to really help me make a difference."

You couldn't meet his gaze but you could feel him bore holes through you with his golden stare. His massive, muscular frame siddled into the workshop and sat across your workbench, arm outstretched with a groping hand searching for yours to hold.

"Ya can always come home, Y/n."

It was your turn to smile. You left your crafts project at your old workbench and looked up at him through your lashes. He was close enough to touch, but oceans of emotional baggage served as the only distance between you.

"If only it were that easy, Toyomitsu-kun." Your voice was soft, somber as he reached across the divide and squeezed your hand. "I've got a life in Tokyo, y'know?" His face fell and those warm honey eyes implored you to reconsider. It was deja vu, him reaching over your tool bench in your parents' garage begging you to open an agency with him, you lamenting over your latest design being poached by a bigger, flashier support firm.

"...maybe this was a mistake��" you whispered, pulling your hand from his. You couldn't face him and the hurt that threatened to leech into his warm, familiar face. He rose and stood in front of you, broad hands on your shoulders, and knelt down to catch your eyes.

"Ya don't mean that. I know ya don't. I'm not sayin' drop everythin', Y/n. I'm sayin' you can always come home...to me." His voice grew so soft at the end you almost didn't hear him finish. Your eyes grew wide and darted away from him as he held your chin between his thumb and forefinger. The fluttering in your stomach, that same feeling you didn't think you could feel after you left for Tokyo the first time plagued you full force under his hold. For the first time in your life it finally dawned on you-- Taishiro made you feel small and precious, something worth keeping safe from the world. Rose dusted your cheeks as he drew closer, his breath fanning over your face. With eyes closed and an open heart he gently pressed his lips against yours, the sweetness from his kiss rivaling any dessert. It stole your breath with it's brevity and left you searching for more. His hold on your chin kept you from chasing his lips when he pulled away.

Dazed, you fluttered your eyelashes and exhaled slowly. "T-taishiro," you sighed. It was his turn to blush as he released your chin and rested his forehead against yours.

"I've waited a long time to hear ya call my name like that, Y/n."

Once again the rest of the world melted away, leaving just the two of you in your tiny corner of the universe. You could taste him on your tongue, his scent brought you back to graduation when you left him with a confession of your own. You must have hung there together, rapt in each other's presence because a certain energetic redhead stumbled upon you two and broke the spell that held you.

"Hey, boss, don't we have patrol to finish today?"

You closed your eyes and shook your head with a small, terse smile. You pulled away first and turned to your laptop, waving the bemused hero away.

"Go, Taishiro. Make it up to me later, okay?" Reluctantly pulled from your presence, you threw a bag of shrimp chips at him and sent him from the workshop, Kirishima in tow. The moment his name left your lips he beamed, almost blinding you with it's radiance.

"Ya won't regret it!"

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Six months later, you were sitting comfortably on the train back to Esuha, landscape blurring behind like it was haphazardly painted by an impressionist. Your laptop bag was joined by a soft golden gift bag, its contents hidden by bolts of ombre teal and sky blue tissue paper. By the time you reached the station, excitement had you tingling from your fingertips down to your toes. Work kept you busy as Shield Tech continued to push your designs through R&D. Between showcasing your work at the Tokyo Hero Expo and Taishiro's role in the Shie Hassakai investigation, the most you two could do was the occasional video chat and text messages. As the train pulled into the station you could barely contain your excitement. You pulled out your phone and felt bolstered by the headlines your co-workers forwarded to you.

You navigated your way along the brightly colored storefronts and restaurants, stopping by one particularly old food cart that Taishiro boasted had the best takoyaki in the region. You picked up a box and made your way to the agency, hoping to surprise your hero. The closer to the building your drew, the harder the butterflies in your stomach fluttered.

"Ah, is Fatgum around?"

The receptionist at the desk blinked owlishly at you and her brow creased with confusion. "No, he's not here. You didn't hear?"

You shook your head and worried your lower lip between your teeth. "I'm not from around here. I was hoping to see him." The fluttering in your stomach twisted from excitement to dread with every stroke of the receptionist's pen. She handed you a slip of paper with an address and a room number.

"Here."

Without another word you ran from the agency and called him. "Please pick up. Please pick up!" The line rang and rang until his goofy, warm voice resonated over the speaker.

"Sorry I can't answer. Leave a message and I'll get back to ya!"

Cold dread gripped your stomach and tied it in uncomfortable knots. You found yourself tracing through every text message, every email, struggling to grasp at any clue as to why he would be able to answer. He always answered your calls by the second ring, even on patrol. You searched the address his receptionist handed to you and your dread turned into something darker, more primal than simple fear-- it was a hospital.

Without another thought you hailed a cab and piled on with your bags. He had to be okay. You both were working so hard to make it work despite the distance. He ensured you always had fresh flowers delivered to your workshop every week, each one indicative of his affections or describing an attribute you had that he admired deeply. With blushing hydrangeas, scarlet chrysanthemums, and ivory pale lilac, each week he showed how he cared, how he valued your perpetual presence in his life. Somehow you felt like you always came up short-- he knew your love language and spoke it naturally like he had been doing it since birth, but you couldn't quite figure out how to return his affections to match that ardence.

You paid the cab driver well and steeled your nerves as you slowly trudged through the hospital entrance. "Excuse me. Could you help me, please? I'm trying to find..."

Numbness leeched into your limbs when you reached his room. You hesitated to open the door, but when you did you found him sound asleep. Bloodstained bandages wrapped around his torso and left you clutching your own sides as if the wound were inflicted on you instead. He looked so tired, spent from the fight as his chest rose and fell rhythmically under the crisp hospital sheets. You glanced around the room and set your belongings down next to the recliner, quietly sitting beside him.

You must have sat with him for hours just watching him sleep. Did he always look this rugged? The curve of his jaw set against the pillows left you pondering if he kept his squishier form up just so he had an ace in the hole against villains and criminals or if it was something he saved just for you. The nurses paid little attention to you, only offering to bring back a spare pillow for you to stay by his side as he recovered.

You snuck down for a moment to buy a cup of coffee and noted a flower cart in the foyer. Immediately you thought of your hero in his bed and the stark white and gray walls that closed in on him. In that moment you knew.

When he finally woke, he sat amazed-- you curled up asleep in the recliner, laptop screensaver playing a loop of candid photos from your shared childhood on the bedside table next to a box of his favored, cold takoyaki and a pale yellow gift bag. Along his counters sat vase after vase of impossible to ignore sunflowers. He stared at the canary yellow flowers and chuckled. Reaching for a cold deep-fried morsel, he heard you moan in your sleep and watched as you shifted in the chair.

Once you settled, he turned his attention to the gift bag, carefully rustling through the layers of tissue paper as quietly as he could manage. A soft smile crept over his face as he unwrapped his gift. He beamed at the three-tier lunch box you brought him-- a treasure box full of his favorite bento snacks all carefully and lovingly made by you with him in mind. Salmon roe onigiri, various temaki sushi, furikake rice on one end and umeboshi rice on the other, tempura shrimp and yams with his favorite inagi sauce sat before him, and all he could do was devour it with his eyes. A small card fell out of the bento box wrapping and into his lap. His large hands unfolded the cardstock, his attention drawn from your slowly waking body.

"Home is where you are, hero. -- Y/n"

Stunned, he sat holding the card, rereading it over and over until you made another soft moan, this time your eyes met his.

"Hey," you yawned. "I see you opened your gift without me." He pushed the table aside and scooped you into his arms, wincing into your hair as he did. "Careful, big guy. You're already hurt." You grinned at him and nuzzled into the familiar warmth of his skin. Taishiro planted his lips against the crown of your head and held you so tightly you thought you'd lose the ability to breathe. Your breathing eventually did sync with his and you both relaxed into the comfortable banter that carried you two through the years.

"Sunflowers, huh?" He grinned.

"I mean it, Taishiro. I'm ready for that next step whenever you are."

"Y/n, I've been ready for ya for a long time."

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#bnharem #sfw collab #fatgum #fatgum x reader #fluff #mha x reader #mha fatgum #bnha x reader #toyomitsu x reader #taishiro toyomitsu

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beyond-the-mirror · 5 years

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Nocturnal Encounters - An Incubus! V x Reader story

Finally after a ver busy week, here’s the first chapter of Nocturnal Encounters. V finally makes his appearance! This chapter is mainly centered around his point of view. Also I think I made it a bit too long, hope it’s not a problem.

Not sure if I should put a warning though. Nothing explicit really happens, just V being a creep and watching reader sleep (he’s an incubus so it’s not surprising at all I guess).

Without any further ado, here it is:

First Night: Perfume

The chilly wind of the night flowed through the jet-black plumage of his wings, green eyes scanning the streets bellow thoroughly.

It had been a long time since he had been in Red Grave. Though he still recognized some of the buildings, the city had definitely changed a lot since his last visit. Hopefully the cozy coffee shop he frequented was still open, he wouldn’t mind a warm coffee and some pastries while reading a good novel. However that would come later, tonight he had a rather special hunger waiting to be sated.

He kept flying silently above the buildings, hoping to find an ideal meal. It wasn’t a particularly urgent issue, he was not starving per se. This would be more like a little snack, a self-indulgent treat for the night being.

Suddenly a soft breeze blowed gently, caressing his soft hair and face. His eyes widened in surprise, the wind was laced with a very subtle but enticing scent. The demon stopped in the middle of his flight.

“What is this? Hmm… ” he asked to no one in particular, intrigue audible in his voice.

Closing his eyes, he focused on the scent trying to identify it better. It smelled of delicate lavenders and roses, and a slight tint of chocolate and berries. A very pleasant aroma definitely, one that made him roll his head backwards and a mischievous smirk appear on the demon’s lips. He had found what he was looking for.

“Love seeketh only self to please, to bind another to its delight.” With a powerful movement of his wings, he followed his new lead.

The more he advanced, the stronger and more seductive the scent would become. Curiosity sparkled in his eyes, he pondered on who could be the bearer of such delicious aroma that strongly captivated his senses. The demon followed the trail to a small building, the delicious perfume coming from a balcony on the second floor. Summoning his cane, he landed onto the reduced space, careful not to step on any of the potted plants that decorated it. Now only a glass door and a curtain stood between him and his prey, and with a swift snap of his fingers, he dissolved into black wisps of smoke.

The creature found himself in a bedroom with pale light blue walls, cream-colored furniture decorated it in a minimalist fashion. He also noticed a short bookcase with stuffed toys placed on the top along with a bouquet of faux forget-me-nots inside a teapot shaped vase. Quite adorable and endearing.

His attention however, was focused on the woman sleeping peacefully in the bed before him. The covers had fallen to her waist, revealing her long-sleeved button-up pajamas, her soft hair was sprawled on the pillow forming a halo above her head, her plump lips were slightly parted in a ‘o’ shape that made her features look even softer than they already were. From where he was standing, he was able to see the gentle glow at the center of her chest that was her soul. He ran his long tongue over his lips, no wonder the aroma was so alluring to the point that it was making him delirious. For demons like him, there was nothing more tempting and seductive than an untouched woman.

The demon stepped closer silently as to not disturb the angel’s peaceful slumber, not even the tap of his cane or his sharp talons against the wooden floor could be heard. He took a seat on the bed at the girl’s side, admiring her sleeping form. He ever so gently ran his knuckles over the girl’s cheek after tucking a few hair strands behind her ear.

“Such a bright soul before me, full of beauty and innocence” he whispered in a deep voice that felt like the smoothest silk the world could offer. “A precious and rare jewel indeed, and to believe that such flower has remained completely untouched by another…” His green eyes were centered on her face and eventually he diverted them to her soul, its glow warm and rich in color.

“Now, shall we take a peek?” The creature raised a clawed finger towards her chest, tapping into her soul and exposing her true self. He often did this to the humans he found interesting, whether it was for obtaining critical information he needed or simply out of curiosity, this case being for the latter reasons. He could see some of her fondest memories, the times she spent with her best friend, her love for all animals and the great kindness she would give to others; he could see passion, perseverance, curiosity, wisdom, wonder… a whole spectrum of colors and hues that painted her bright spirit.

He kept watching with attention, until the sadness that lied in her heart started to come out. Insecurities, doubt, self-consciousness… all in the form of negative comments she had received from strangers, acquaintances and even close family members.

“Why do you keep wasting time on those books of yours?” “You want to study Literature? Arts? That’s ridiculous! You should take a more useful career” “With that uninteresting personality of yours, it’s no wonder you’ve never had a boyfriend” “You’re pretty and all, but… you’re just so boring and dull”

As the painful words poured out, a single tear ran down her cheek. The sight made his blackened heart ache, how could anyone dare to show cruelty towards a bright light? Humans were indeed foolish.

“What is this? Tears? Tsk tsk. Well we can’t have that now, can we?” Wiping her tears away, he shifted to lay down on his side next to her.

“Don’t cry my little one, for as long as I’m here, no more tears of sadness shall fall from your eyes. Allow me to take away all of your pain… and leave nothing but bliss and pleasure.”

And with those words, he placed a kiss on the girl’s forehead. Now that the dream had been planted, it was time to wait.

Opening your eyes, you expected to find your own bedroom, instead you were surprised to find yourself laying down in the middle of what appeared to be a gazebo, flowers of different shapes and colors surrounding it as well as a small pond next to it. You sit up trying to figure out how you got there, your pajamas replaced by a white silk dress. Maybe a dream? But then why did everything seem and felt so incredibly real?

Something fluffy grazed your hand, turning to look what it was, you find a small white rabbit suckling at your fingers. Smiling softly, you pet the little critter with your other hand, the rabbit leaning and nuzzling against your warmth. Suddenly the small rabbit raised its long ears, eyes widening and focusing on something behind you. You furrowed your brow in confusion, and just like that the rabbit sprinted away in fear.

Suddenly a pair of thin arms surrounded your form, making you jump and release a gasp os surprised. You noticed how the arms were completely covered in rivers of black ink that almost seemed to be alive, moving and flowing smoothly across pale skin.

“Sweet babe in thy face, soft desires I can trace”. A deep velvety male voice spoke into your ear in a murmur. Turning around, you lock eyes with the man who held you in his arms, he had chiseled features, his milky skin contrasting against soft jet black locks of hair, his enticing emerald eyes keeping you from looking away.

“Secret joys and secret smiles, little pretty infant wiles” The man kept whispering to you, his voice capturing and hypnotizing you. Not only he possessed an ethereal, almost supernatural beauty, but his smooth voice basically melted you, making you fall into a deep trance, leaving you completely at his mercy.

“As thy softest limbs I feel, smiles as of the morning steal, o'er thy cheek and o'er thy breast, where thy little heart doth rest.” Soft hands caressed your shoulders, and arms as he continued whispering sweet poetry. You could feel his full lips moving against your ear, eventually nipping at it, drawing a long moan from you.

A warm, fluttering feeling made its presence known inside you belly, growing and growing as the mysterious man kept going with his ministrations. Warmth coursed through your whole body, concentrating on your core. The man’s actions, the wind that flowed through the landscape, the fragrance of the flowers around you, the soft chirping of birds in the distance… everything summed up made you feel overwhelmed, but strangely enough, a sensation of peace engulfed you completely.

You closed your eyes, losing yourself to these wonderful sensations.

The girl squirmed and trembled on her bed, a pink blush tinted her cheeks while her lips let out sweet sighs and whimpers.

The demon was hovering over her sleeping form with his arms supporting his weight, admiring his prey beneath him with lustful eyes. Quite a sight she was indeed, he could even feel his own arousal waking up.

“Yes, my little rabbit. Let yourself go for me, allow me to taste your essence and relish in your pleasure”. He grinned in a malicious way, revealing his fangs.

Suddenly the woman let out a loud gasp, signaling she had finally reached her peak. Her soul glowed brighter than before, and he immediately proceeded to feed from the energy released from it.

His eyes snapped open in astonishment, his arms tense and his breath shaky.

“What- What is this?!” A powerful sensation overwhelmed him, making his skin burn in the most delightful way he had ever experienced in his long life. The energy he drank put all of his senses on overdrive, sweet ecstasy flowed and filled his entire being with life and light. The scent was now intoxicating him, making his feel drunk and light-headed, his arousal becoming stronger and unbearable. His eyes rolled back into his skull, and he let out a dark laugh.

“A single drop. I only took a single drop from you. And yet its effects were simply… extraordinaire. My child, you are indeed fascinating”.

If those were the effects of a single drop, he couldn’t fathom how would it feel like when he finally got to claim her fully.

Once both their breathes were regulated, the demon brought his hand to wipe away the sweat that had formed on the woman’s forehead, he reached for the covers and tucked her in, before giving her cheek one last caress.

A soft smile appeared on the girl’s lips.

“Little one, this won’t be the last you hear from me. I shall come back to you, and soon enough, the time for us to meet personally shall arrive. That is my promise to you”

With a clawed hand, the creature plucked one of his black feathers, imbuing it in with his essence and magic. Stepping out into the balcony, he placed a kiss on the feather before tucking it nearby one of the potted flowers, a gift for his precious little girl to keep her safe and protected.

The demon extended his wings and took off towards the night sky. Suddenly settling down for a while in Red Grave didn’t look like a terrible idea any longer.

#devil may cry 5 #devil may cry v #incubus!v #vitale #v x reader #v x you #v x fem!reader #fanfic #fanfiction

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rosemary-morgan · 5 years

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Josiah Trelawny X Reader: I was lost without you - Part 2

Hello dear friends ;) Here comes the second part of “I was lost without you.”

Thanks to you dear @micau2 for your inspiration ^. ^ I hope you´ll like the second part of this story.

Please excuse some mistakes. As I mentioned in the previous part, English is not my native language

Part 1

Warning: smut

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I was lost without you - Part 2

"Darling! I am so glad that everything has cleared up!" you whispered and you nestle up to your dearest Josiah. He was more than relieved that this whole affair had been just a bad joke by Alden. Josiah only had eyes for you and he wanted to make up for the lost time that was taken away from you both. But soon he would talk to Alden. Under four eyes and in private. Alden would regret having betrayed him like that but this still had to wait. Josiah broke away from you for a moment. With a gentle smile, he looked at you and touched gently your cheek, stroked his thumb over your tender skin. "You are as beautiful as ever, (Y/N)." He leaned forward and put his lips on yours. God, how much he longed to kiss your tender mouth and you didn´t hesitate long to return his kiss. You closed your eyes and smiled, letting your tongue gently slide into his mouth. You could hear him moan softly and that made you gasp too.

As you slowly break away from the kiss, you both met your eyes silently for a while. You smiled at each other and Josiah gently strokes your cheek and your hair. God, his touch felt so good. His hands were soft and well-groomed. Josiah remembered the bouquet of flowers he had brought to you and gasped softly as he handed it to you. "These are for you, darling." Your gaze wanders over these beautiful red roses as you gratefully accept them. "Oh, Josiah! They are beautiful!" "Not nearly as beautiful as you", he said softly. Josiah has always been a charming man and you've always liked that. "Thank you, Josiah." You looked up at him with a smile and kissed his cheek gently and long, breathing in again his fragrance. Josiah closed his eyes with delight as your soft body snuggled against his and he let his hands gently slide over your arms.

"Come", you said and took his hand. "Let's go inside. I want to be undisturbed." Nothing better than that, Josiah thought. You haven´t seen each other for a long time and you never got closer than a kiss.

"I'll put these roses in a vase and I'll be right back, Josiah," you said before you went to the kitchen. Josiah looked after you and his eyes wandered over your beautiful body. The dress you wore looked just wonderful on you. Your sexy and feminine way of walking made his heart was beating like crazy and he felt his cock responding to it. "Do you want tea, Josiah?" You called from the kitchen. You knew that Josiah was a tea drinker and he wouldn´t dislike a black tea with lemon. But Josiah thirsted for something else. You were more important than anything else right now. "Yes please, darling!"

You put the roses in water and immediately set about making a black tea for Josiah. When you suddenly felt two strong arms wrapped around your stomach from behind, you gasp a little startled but then you smile and leaning against Josiah's body. He buried his face in the crook of your neck and he sighed pleasantly, he just couldn´t believe that he held you in his arms. Gently, you run your fingers over his arms and closed your eyes.

Josiah looked to the red roses he had brought to you and he suddenly got an idea. He grinned and grabbed a rose, looked at you first. When he saw that you had closed your eyes, he took the opportunity to caress you with that rose. The rose petals glided gently over your neckline and up to your neck. You smiled as you felt that and enjoyed every moment of that tenderness.

"Should I just say it or should I write it on the skies? I'm totally mesmerized by your beauty", he whispered softly and with a deep voice in your ear, which excited you very much. His hand continues to guide the rose over your tender skin. His lips kiss your neck, tender and then more and more intense. "Your soft talks are making the birds change the direction of their flight." His words flattered you very much and you knew that they came from his heart. You became like wax in his hands.

His lips kissed down to your shoulders and you could feel his tongue sliding over your skin. Very slow and tender. "The scent of your body, dearest... drives me wild", he whispered and nibbles gently on your earlobe. You softly moaned his name and you could feel his hard erection pressing against your butt. "(Y/N) you´re such a wonderful woman." he gasped, breathed in your seductive scent. The scent of jasmine. "My dear God, I love you so much, (Y/N)." The good looking magician chuckled softly and that made your body tremble with pleasure. You felt how wet you got between your legs. "Josiah... ah..." You adored him and you wanted to spend the night with him. And Josiah would take his time to explore your body. He couldn´t wait to kiss, caress and lick your body...

"May I?" Josiah asked softly and ran his hands up your sides, placing them gently on your still covered breasts. "Yes. Oh please, please touch me, Josiah." The thought of it was so exciting. And Josiah didn´t wait long. His hands gently squeezed your breasts, kissing your neck and letting his tongue slide over your skin. "You smell so good, my dear" he whispered into your ear and gently put his hand to your cheek and turned your face towards him so he could kiss your full lips.

You turned to him and put your arms around his neck, pressing your body against his. Your kiss starts gently at first, but then he became more and more passionate and you both gasped with delight. Josiah let his tongue slide into your mouth, his hand slides under your skirt and pulls it up to stroke the soft skin of your legs.

Josiah's desire for you became more unbearable from moment to moment. Finally, he could feel you, caressing you and taste your body. Did you have the slightest idea how much he wanted you? How much he had missed you? How many times had he just touched himself to relieve that terrible pressure on his cock? One thought of you had been enough to make him hard. And now he feels like he has to rip your clothes off and fuck you hard on that wooden table which stood in the middle of this kitchen. But this wouldn´t be a quick number. No. He would take his time for you. He would make you groan with desire and lust.

You started to open Josiah's waistcoat followed by his white shirt. His mouth moved skillfully on your while he explored you with his tongue, slides in your mouth in and out again. Your feminine body pressed against his muscles and he felt your firm breasts, which nestled against his chest and that elicited him a quiet purr.

Josiah gasped in the kiss because he couldn´t wait to love you under his body. His hands reached for your tender face, kissed you a little slower and gave you the chance to finish this thing. Maybe that was too fast for you, or maybe he overcame you with his way? But you didn´t think about it. You wanted him as much as he wanted you. You felt the heat between your legs because his kisses and his touch excited you deeply. Also, you feel his growing erection, which pressed against you. Your hands reached into his thick hair and you started to play with them. Would they still sit so well after this night? You don´t hope so, because you would like to see him with nasty hair. Wild and disheveled.

Josiah gasped excitedly and at the same time surprised as your hand gently stroked his crotch. Then you unbutton his pants and let your hand slide in. "Oh my..." Josiah gasped delighted and as you gently reach for his cock he closed his eyes with pleasure. When you looked at his face you clearly realize that he liked what you did and that made you smile. You leaned forward, beginning to cover his neck with gentle kisses as your hand plays with his cock and wanders a little further down to gently stimulate his balls.

"Mmh... oh my dear lord. (Y/N)... hah" You chuckled softly, letting your tongue slide over his throat and Josiah's hands lay down on your butt, squeezing the firm cheeks. "Do you want me?" you whisper seductively into his ear and bite into his earlobe. Josiah wanted you at any price and he desired you more than any other woman. "Oh my dear, you have no idea about the wild fantasies in my mind." he gasped. You didn´t know but you couldn´t wait to find out.

You let go of him, but Josiah didn´t hesitate for a moment and lifted you in his arms. You wrapped your legs around his hips, put your arms around his neck and gently nibble on his lower lip as he brings you to your bedroom. Josiah found it right away. He led you straight to your bed, where he let himself fall in with you and he urged you directly with a hungry kiss on the pillows. His hands drove greedy and hungry along your soft body, caressing your breasts and he enjoyed touching your tender skin. You couldn´t get enough of his touch and you moan softly. Slowly but surely Josiah took off your clothes and with each piece of clothing he took his time.

His lips touched your skin and he didn´t leave a spot. Finally, you lay naked under him while he still had his clothes on. The only thing he had taken off was his red waistcoat. His pants and his shirt were unbuttoned. But it was so exciting to lie naked in front of him while he still wore his clothes. His wonderful eyes wandered over your body and he admired your beauty. He seemed to memorize every detail. You felt his gaze on you and your cheeks turn red. "You are beautiful my dear. So beautiful."

Josiah's hand slid gently over your belly and he looked into your eyes as his hand moved farther down and then gently touched the core between your legs. You open your legs for him and you are just waiting for your Josiah to caress your sensitive parts. And so did the charming magician. His fingers gently stroked between your folds, then gently circled your clit with them and you moan quietly, enjoying this incredible feeling. You had dreamed of this moment for so long. Josiah lay down beside you, but he didn´t stop touching you. "Does that feel good, my dear?" "Yes..." you whispered and look into his dark blue eyes. You could see lust and desire in them. Josiah's gaze wandered over your body and he purred softly, leaning forward to your ear and biting gently into your earlobe while his finger slips into your sweet pussy. You moaned softly and closed your eyes for a moment.

You were so wet and ready for him and of course, Josiah didn´t miss that. Your body moved seductively before his eyes and Josiah licked his lips. He couldn´t wait to sink deep into your lap. Carefully, Josiah inserted a second finger into you and he searched for your most sensitive point. You knew him best and so you moved his hand up a bit, so his fingers were now on your clit. "Here?" He asks and smiles at you as you nod and biting your lower lip. Oh yes, that's the right spot. You were incredibly sensitive.

Josiah didn´t wait long and circled the little pearl with his fingers, which were already wet from your sweet nectar. "What an enchanting thought that you've already set out to find your sensitive spots," he purred into your ear, then chuckled softly. It turns him on that you already know the pleasures of the flesh. But he would show you more of it.

God, could this man become even more attractive? His voice and his soft chuckle made you crazy.

You claw gently at his forearm as he moved a bit faster in his motion and you felt that you were near your climax. You felt Josiah's tongue on your neck, felt how it slide over your skin and he breathes warm into your ear. "Josiah... ahhh!" "Yes... come for me, my beauty." And suddenly an incredible climax came over you. "Josiah! Ahh!" Your fingers clawed into his arms and that made him moan with pleasure. You smiled and you just felt indescribably wonderful. Your heart was pounding madly against your chest and when you opened your eyes, you looked up in love with Josiah and sighed contentedly. He breathed gentle kisses on your cheek, slid his hand into your hair and whispered sweet words to you. Then he kissed your lips passionately, letting his tongue slide into your mouth and your tongues danced together in desire. You gasp excited, let your hands slide into his hair. "Your body is as beautiful as an exotic pearl my love. You´re so desirable!" he gasped. The charming magician sat up and opened the rest of the buttons on his shirt, then pulled it off and threw it carelessly to the ground. Then he took off his pants and your eyes fell immediately on his hard erection. At the sight of it, you licked your lips. He was just perfect.

Your fingers stroked gently over the hard but silky smooth shaft of his cock and you saw his pre cum spilling out of him. You were more than ready for him and you pulled Josiah down to you. "My dear Josiah..." You put your arms around his back and gently kissed his lips while Josiah positioned himself at your entrance. He teased with the tip of his cock your clit before he then thrust his hard cock in your soft pussy. "Ahhh!" you groan lustfully and look into his wonderful eyes. His gaze wanders over your pretty face and you can see him smile. "You´re so tight, sweetheart! Hah!" And Josiah loved the feeling to be inside of you.

You threw your head on the pillows and closed your eyes, groaning while Josiah thrust himself into you, panting hoarsely and lustfully. You both had been waiting for this moment for so long and it was just perfect. This feeling of being so close to each other was indescribably beautiful. His firm skin on yours, his breath merging with yours and his fingers crossed with yours... It was like a dream. You notice his fresh-minty breath as Josiah leaned forward to cover your neck with kisses. "Josiah, you feel so good!" Your legs wrapped around his hips and your fingers buried themselves in the firm flesh of his arms. That made Josiah go wild and you could hear a low growl from Josiah, which beguiled with lust. In a fluid motion, he moved his hand to your back, between your shoulders and turned with you so that you lay over him.

You sat up and started to ride Josiah and he enjoyed the view of your bouncing breasts. He looked into your slightly flushed face and grinned contentedly, knowing that he was doing his job well. But damn! You did your job even better! His hands covered your firm butt and clawed into it, thrusting his cock hard into you. "Ahhh! Bloody hell!" The soft and sometimes loud moaning came from the bedroom but it was only for you both to hear. You were trapped in your own world and you enjoyed the togetherness that surrounded you. Josiah grabbed one of your breasts, squeezed them and played with his fingers on the hard nipple, driving you crazy with his touches.

You leaned down to him and looked into his eyes. "Come here," he said hoarsely and you could feel his breath on your lips. Josiah sat up and pulled you onto his lap so that you could now continue your lovemaking in a sitting position. The seductive scent of jasmine clouded Josiah's senses and he knew that his climax wouldn´t be long in coming. Your tender hands caress Josiah's neck and over his strong shoulders and he was so beautiful for you. The only man you ever wanted and he worshiped you. You could feel Josiah slipping deeper into you and you heard him softly but moaning with pleasure. Your legs tightly wrapped around his lap, you now ride him more rampant and clawed into his hair, which was now totally messed up. A few strands of his hair had dissolved and now played around his forehead. "Ah! Shit... (Y/N)! '' Josiah leaned forward, letting his tongue run over your breasts. His hands pressed you closer to him and your love game became more and more intense and wilder. ''Aaahh!!'' He clawed lightly into the delicate skin of your back and bit your breast gently took your nipple in his mouth, sucked it enjoyably and lets his tongue slide around. One of his hand wandered between your two bodies, searching for the little pearl between your legs to stimulate you even more intensely. And when he found your pearl and gently rubbed it, you came to an incredible climax. ''Josiah! AHH!'' You moan loud and enjoyable, put your arms tight around his shoulders and grabbed tightly into his hair, as your hot pussy wrapped around his hard cock.

Josiah growled softly and lustfully as his climax came over him. He pressed his hips tight against you, squirting his seed deep inside you. "AAHH! (Y/N)!" This time, his fingers clawed gently into your hair and he breathed in your seductive scent, hugging you tightly and you two are enjoying this intimate moment together. Your arms wrapped around him as if you were afraid to lose him. "Josiah." You whispered and gently kissed his shoulder. Josiah's heart beats fast against his chest but he was very relaxed. This was the best sex he has had in a long time. You looked at each other warmly and Josiah caressed your rosy cheeks. You leaned your forehead against his and smile happily before you chuckle softly. "Oh, Josiah ..." you whispered. That had been wonderful and your heart belongs only to him. Forever. He smiles at you and his eyes sparkled with love. "I love you, (Y/N)." "I love you too, Josiah."

The last months without Josiah now seemed so unreal to you, as if he had never been away. You had been waiting so desperate for him and now he was in your arms. You were probably the happiest woman ever. You and Josiah lie down comfortably in the sheets and you cuddle up to his warm chest, gently stroking your fingers over the smooth skin. Josiah ran his fingers gently over your arm and sighed pleasantly. "My darling now you are finally in my arms. I have longed for you so long", he whispers and kissed softly your lips.

"You know Josiah since our first meeting I dreamed of being in your arms." You confess quietly and smile up to him. He swallowed lightly and he felt very flattered by your words. So much time had passed and you had lost your heart to him years ago. "I only had eyes for you, (Y/N) and when your letters reached me I was very surprised but also very happy that you didn´t forget about me." His charming smile made you very happy and his words made you melt away. "You made me very happy with your confession", he whispers and cupped your cheeks kissed you on your forehead. Tears formed in your eyes because you finally found your luck with Josiah. He smiled at you and wiped the tears from your cheeks. He knew that these were tears of joy, but he didn´t hesitate to tease you a little bit. "My love, was I so bad at our têt à têt?" You laugh silently and shake your head. Josiah knew very well that you had enjoyed sleeping with him. "Josiah, stop that!" Without a warning, Josiah began to tickle you and brought you laughing under his body, but he didn´t stop teasing you. "Stop it!" You laugh happily and when Josiah finally stopped tickling you he cuddled his face into your neck and purred softly against your skin. You both cuddle up in the soft sheets and closed your eyes relaxed. It hadn´t taken long before you both felt into a sweet sleep...

The next morning, as you slowly awakened from your sleep, you didn´t feel Josiah's body lying next to you. Questioningly, you opened your eyes and looked around for your loved one. "Josiah?" But when you saw the red rose next to you on Josiah's pillow, you smiled and relaxed. With a sigh of comfort, you sat up, white sheets wrapped your naked body and you took the rose in your hand. Josiah was so romantic and you had not expected anything else from him. "Good morning, sweetheart." Josiah stood with a tray at the door of the bedroom and you looked at him very curiously. You smelled the delicious scent of scrambled eggs and bacon. And most importantly: coffee. "Good morning, my darling." You smiled at Josiah when he puts the breakfast on the bedside table and he sat down next to you. Lovingly he stroked through your hair and kissed your lips gently. "Did you sleep well, my Dear?" "Yes, very well." You hadn´t slept as well as last night for weeks. "Josiah, you made breakfast for me?" "Of course, darling."

Josiah knew how to treat his sweetheart and how to please her. A red rose and a delicious meal for the morning. Especially since Josiah himself was very happy to bee good to you. You smirked happily and pulled the covers off your body and Josiah's eyes lit up at the sight of your nudity. "Come here my charming magician!" you whispered seductively and pulled him by his waistcoat, kissed him and pulled him onto your body as you dropped into bed. Your meal could wait because your desire for Josiah was far from satisfied. You had a lot to catch up with him...

#josiah trelawny #josiah trelawny x reader #fanfiction #smut #love

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theclosetpoet7 · 5 years

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sensei part 2

The scent of the various flowers laid out on the pristine floors of the Yamanaka's shop cloud his senses for a brief moment. Sasuke crinkles his nose and stops himself from appearing too irritated. He isn't used to such strong aromas, granted that Sakura rarely wore floral perfumes when they were dating, preferring the sweet fragrance of strawberries or occasionally a mix of other fruits. And they weren't that strong either. They were the perfect balance of mildly enticing and just enough for him to get a whiff of the fact that she's making the effort to smell nice.

Sometimes though, she liked to treat herself to lavender salts during one of her longer bathe sessions, especially when she would use the large tub in his apartment. He recalls how charmed he'd get when she was fresh out of a soak and how even more spellbound he'd be once she decorated his navy blue sheets with her cherry locks, leaving traces of her essence the day after. .

Sasuke shakes his head out of the daydream. The mirage disappears as fast as it came and he is bombarded yet again with the strong scents. He pinches the line of his aristocratic nose and directs his gaze at the vast array of blossoms planted before him.

"I want roses."

His nephew has this twinkle in his eye that is far too cute to ignore, a trait that the three year old definitely knows he has and is an expert in wielding. Sasuke swears that he's bought him too many toys as a result of that look of his. Itachi did say that he spoiled his child too much.

"I think Haruno-sensei likes daffodils Shisui."

The young Uchiha's small hand is still in his grasp and the pre-schooler shakes it off to run towards the collection of lovely pink roses that reminded him too much of a certain pinkette.

"Roses are prettier though."

Sasuke lets out a sigh. Of course he'd go for the most expensive ones in the store.

"Sensei would be happy with whatever you get her."

"Really?"

The look of excitement in Itachi and Izumi's child rubs off on him, and Sasuke could not help but ruffle his raven tresses.

"Aa."

"Sasuke-kun!"

Yamanaka Ino comes out the employee's room, hands preoccupied with a large pot of the biggest sunflowers he has ever seen. He's a bit hesitant in seeing her again at first but wastes no time in taking the load off her arms; ever the gentleman Uchiha Mikoto has raised.

And the next thing he knows, Sasuke is following the demands of his former classmate, settling the plants over the windowsill where she intends to put them on display, moving it a few inches to the right until she's fully satisfied. Ino thanks him happily, making him wonder if he's getting on that lucky streak once more, wherein people are just so warm and kind in Konoha.

But.

She dashes his hopes when her lips pull into a tight smile, and it is then when she changes her welcoming demeanor.

For after a split second, Ino pulls back and punches him right on the shoulder.

"Uncle Sasuke!"

Sasuke flinches and curses under his breath.

Damn she could pack a punch.

He inwardly reprimands himself, already regretting coming here because he did have second thoughts before, had even speculated that she wasn't going to be as accommodating as Sakura was. The young adult puts a hand over the injury and rotates it in an outward motion while glaring at the blonde.

The shopkeeper returns his annoyed stare and mimics a "I'm watching you stance" while fiercely saying;

"You know why."

Ah, of course he did.

Ino was Sakura's best friend. She must know about the details of their break-up four years ago, was probably privy to Sakura's tears even, the same way Naruto was there for him when the whiskered blonde had taken him out for some drinks the night before his flight.

Because Sakura wasn't planning to see him off.

And he wasn't planning to see her before that either.

For it was too painful.

"Uncle Sasuke, are you okay?"

Shisui's eyes are wide open, with tears nearly falling over out of concern for him. The little guy looked so adorable that Sasuke's glaring eyes could not help but soften up at the sight.

"Don't worry Shisui-chan, your uncle is stronger than he looks."

Ino sticks her tongue out and bends down to pick the little peanut in her arms and hugs him close.

"You remember your Auntie Ino right?"

He's rubbing his eyes now, cheeks blushing bright as he gives her a toothy grin.

"Yes! Sakura-sensei's friend!"

"Best friend."

She gives a slightly threatening scowl again and saunters off with his nephew.

Ino is good with kids. She carries Shisui around the floral shop, giving him hints and veering him towards an arrangement that would definitely please Sakura. And just because she's a little bit vengeful over Sasuke's failings in the past, she charges him full price and makes him pay extra for a vase as well. Sasuke merely sweat drops but upon seeing Shisui's happy face and watching him jump up and down, he couldn't help but splurge on the bouquet.

They are for Sakura after all.

He's about to leave the Yamanaka shop when his obsidian eyes fall on the little pot of daffodils tucked away in the corner of the store.

Sasuke pauses and makes his way toward them, one arm holding onto the flowers and vase while the other clasps his nephew's chubby hand.

Ino follows them.

"I thought they'd caught your eye."

The yellow petals take him to a memory he has always treasured. When Sakura had visited him daily at the hospital that time he'd broken his left arm. She was diligent in her care, already having that doctor-persona at the age of eighteen. And his parents were so grateful that they didn't have to worry about who was going to stay for the night.

"I never asked her why she liked daffodils. There are better ones out there."

Ino reaches over, carefully plucking out a stray leaf on the soil while she hums and finds her words.

"I don't know. These buds seem to have a special meaning to her. They stand for new beginnings."

She's standing next to him, a silent look of contemplation on her person as she rests her elbow on one forearm and tilts her head.

"Sure there are prettier ones out there, ones that can fill the room with happiness and flowers that don't die on her. But Sakura is stubborn that way, she just won't let go."

It occurs to Sasuke that Ino is not just talking about the flowers.

"I guess, once she's found that one thing she loves, she can't fall out of love that easily."

Her cerulean eyes, which were teasing a while ago, only held careful scrutiny as Sasuke puts the flowers Shisui has bought on the ground while he crouches to look closer.

The way those little blooms stood out among the sea of otherwise large petals somehow makes him feel like he's missing someone even more, and he thinks of her pretty face again and how her smile always made him want to run laps just so he can justify why his heart is beating as fast as it is whenever he's with her.

His pale hand stretches out to trace one daffodil, delicately, so as to not damage it.

"Neither could I."

He makes the quick purchase, intently avoiding meeting Ino's look of suspicion as he exits the store. That's one person he won't be able to win over that easily. Still though, the way Sakura's gasp of surprise and delight for the gifts she receives from the Uchihas the next day, can't help but brighten his week. And at the very end of it, he decides that he couldn't wait any longer. So Sasuke asks her out to dinner.

She says yes.

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from my fic pink skies.

Hmmmmmmm. R & R :D I felt weird while typing this. Not as inspired, but couldn't get the scene out of my head.

#sasusaku #sasusaku fanfiction #sasusaku fanfic #sasusakufanfiction

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erinevrly · 5 years

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˗ˏˋ❤ˎˊ˗┊𝓗appy 34th Birthday, Axl !!! / @thornrosed

Not even in her wildest dreams did Erin think she would ever get to celebrate Axl’s birthday again. Watch his angelic features contort as he focuses on making a wish right before blowing the candles on his cake out, see the brightest of grins when he’s carefully unwrapping each of his presents, feel his warm, loving arms around her as a silent thank you — it all seemed surreal, it still does. Too surreal to even hope for. Life isn’t a wish-granting factory, it’s not a fairytale and yet here she is, feeling like she’s just won a lottery and making sure to turn February 6th, 1996 into one of the most memorable days in Axl’s life. It just has to be unforgettable.

The most delicate tints of yellows and reds fill the sky over Malibu all at once, reflecting off the oddly at this time of year peaceful ocean. The sun rises as a ball of gold, bright amid the blue, bidding the very few stars to take their daily rest. Silvery wisps of clouds are scattered across the sky, highlighted by the pinks and oranges expanding along the horizon. The white linen curtains, stretching from the ceiling all the way down to the bedroom floor, billow as a rather brisk and chilly morning breeze comes in through the open window. If today was a day like any other, just another unimportant Tuesday, the curly-haired woman would already be tugging at her boyfriend’s arm and whining for him to get up. However, today is supposed to be anything but ordinary and for once in her life, Erin doesn’t mind letting her boyfriend get as much sleep as possible. Staying in bed a little longer suddenly seems extremely appealing even to someone who’s such an early bird.

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you.” Erin might no longer be a teenager but somehow her voice is still rather babyish and almost bashfully quiet. It’s filled with more than just an ounce of joy nonetheless. There’s something incredibly carefree and cheerful about these few sweet notes as they fall into the cool air around them. Dulcet tones creating the most precious melody that comes straight from the girl’s loving heart. She leans in just an inch or two to be even closer to her boyfriend’s ear, rosy lips tickling his porcelain skin. Dainty fingers combing affectionately through his long, fiery locks, brushing them out of his forehead with utmost delicacy almost as if she was trying to wake up Heaven’s favorite angel. And perhaps that’s true, maybe he really is a beautiful creature with invisible wings. “Happy birthday dear Axy, happy birthday to you.” Pressing a small kiss to the top of his head as she concludes the adorable song, Erin can feel her heart expanding with an immeasurable amount of love. She never thought feelings as strong as the ones swirling around in her chest now were real and could happen outside of fairytales. “Good morning, birthday boy.”

Softly murmuring something incoherent under his breath, the redhead slowly wakes up to the soothing sound of her girly voice. There’s a shy smile creeping onto his features even before his eyelids have a chance to start twitching and emerald eyes flicker open. He’s lazily bringing his muscular arms from underneath the blankets and wrapping them around her neck, pulling the petite girl into his embrace. He makes heart swell, makes her feel more alive. Safe in their little cocoon and protected from all the worries of everyday’s life, she’s melting like never before. Her stomach flutters at the feeling of his body pressed so tightly against hers and she can’t help but sink even further into the warmth of his side, appreciative of the simple albeit incredibly special gesture. “Good morning, my lion man!” Wasting no time, Erin immediately begins showering his dimpled cheeks with sweet kisses. She knows exactly how grumpy the redhead gets in the morning and how he dislikes making a big deal out of his birthday, but she has a strong feeling that things will be a little different today. It seems to her that he’s nowhere near being grumpy now. “It’s your birthday, handsome angel,” a soft coo emits from the brunette as she keeps bathing in the kind of warmth only his body can provide and pecking his cheeks. “You don’t even know how happy I am to be here with you today. I’m one lucky girl to have you in my life. You’re my greatest blessing.”

Being the kind of person who always pays a lot of attention to the detail and appreciates all the little things other people do for her, Erin happily stayed up late last night to decorate their bedroom once Axl had fallen asleep. She just couldn’t leave it bare and dull-looking. It’s not like her to be lazy and choose the easiest way when it comes to important things like making her boyfriend feel loved on his own birthday. So, now there’s at least a hundred blue and white balloons, floating above their heads and a giant, homemade sign with little roses and paws ( because he’s always been and still is her Simba ) around the bright, glittery letters taped to the wall that says — HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FAVORITE LION ! She didn’t forget about the flowers, either. There’s a glass, beautiful in its simplicity, vase standing on top of the drawer. A bouquet of red roses and sunflowers, something to symbolize not only her love for Axl but the unity between their souls as well. The sunlight, coming through the window, makes the colors seem even more radiant, tenderly kissing each petal and shining upon the foliage of deepest green. Their gentle aroma brings back all the happy memories to Erin. All the bags and boxes wrapped up in blue and red paper with white bows on top are waiting for the birthday boy in the kitchen. Erin’s planning on making him chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast while he’s busy unwrapping his gifts.

But right now, she’s taking her time and making sure Axl knows just how much he means to her, how special and how beautiful in every way he is. She doesn’t want him to feel insecure today, like he’s not manly enough or something just as ridiculous. It’s his day, after all. It’s all about what he wants and how he wants it. “I love you more than you’ll ever know. I’ll love you forever-ly.” Giggling softly at the old joke of theirs, Erin cups his cheek and begins affectionately stroking his soft skin. “Gosh, I never want to miss your birthday again. February was horrible, and I mean horrible without you.” Plump lips pressing tender, lingering kisses to whatever part of his body they can reach — dotting his jawline, gracing his chin, spreading all over his cheeks, falling onto his nose like rose petals, covering his temples, even his neck and prominent collarbones aren’t forgotten. Manicured fingertips roaming all over the taut skin of her boyfriend’s stomach, affectionately tracing the outlines of his abs. “Happy birthday, my sweetest strawberry,” Erin whispers in between the kisses for what already feels like a millionth time today. She can’t help it, though. There’s nothing that should be treasured and celebrated more than the gift of life and that’s what she’s trying to do. Wrapped up in the warm blankets, surrounded with soft pillows and their love, it feels like they’re in their own little paradise. The world has stopped for a brief moment, so that the two of them can just be together and not worry about anything. Not yet, at least.

There are exactly thirty-four strawberry and chocolate cupcakes with vanilla icing tumbling over the plate that sits on the bedside table, patiently waiting for the birthday boy to be fully awake and enjoy their sweet taste. Each of them is covered in rainbow sprinkles ( these are Erin’s favorite but she knows that Axl loves them too ) and has a red candle stuck in the middle. Their aromatic fragrance overpowers every other scent, lingering in the room. Even the roses don’t really stand a chance with that many freshly baked cupcakes. “I wanted to do something different,” the brunette explains, seeing just how surprised the redhead is. A joyous smile gracing her lips as she reaches out to take his lighter. She picks up one of the muffins and fixes the annoying strap of her nightgown, the one that just refuses to stop falling off her shoulder. “Now you can make one wish for each year you’ve been alive because just one? Really? What? That can’t possibly be enough. You deserve more than that.” Chuckling, it might seem like a joke but Erin is actually far from kidding as she carefully lights up each of them and encourages Axl to come up with all sorts of wishes. Finding her childish giggles contagious, the singer starts laughing along with his crazy girlfriend and has no other choice but to sit up, tuck his hair behind his ears and blow out all these candles. Somehow managing to make a long list of things he hopes can come true. He’s always been a dreamer and no matter how far he’s come, he still has a head full of plans and ideas and he still believes in magic.

He doesn’t know that yet but Erin’s about to drop a huge amount of magic onto his shoulders later today and she’s not sure how he’ll react. She can only pray that he won’t start freaking out. It’s something he’s wanted for so long, but sometimes you never know, right? Everything changes, after all.

Chest tightening, heart pounding in her chest, the brunette doesn’t want him to sense the sudden fear settling in the pit of her stomach and she’s quickly getting up. “I have something else for you! Wait here!” She cheerfully exclaims even though her voice is on the verge of cracking. Disappearing behind the door only to come back a minute or two later with a birthday card. It’s this tiny part of his gift that she made herself. She remembers giving him a similar one on this day just ten years ago, when they were just friends or maybe not even that. It was a few days after they’d met but she knew, she knew even then that this boy was going to change her life forever. It seems to be a tradition of theirs by now, these birthday cards. The front is messily decorated with all sorts of colorful doodles; balloons, a big cake, flowers, swirls, hearts and the most important part — a lion and a butterfly. The two of them. Inside, there are birthday wishes written in cursive by the blue-eyed girl. Dear Ax-el, thanks for being my Ax-el, thanks for being the best snuggle buddy ever ! I can’t begin to tell you how grateful I am that you were born thirty-four years ago today. Not a minute goes by that I don't count my blessings that I only have in my life because of you. It feels like just yesterday you were taking that funny picture of me on the beach and threatening to drop me into the ocean, and now here we are. Crazy! Thank you for being the most important part of my life and for all the adventures, I know there are many more to come! You are so special in every way, shape and form. You are smart and incredibly talented. You better believe me what I say that you can do anything you set your mind on, my strawberry babe. Always reach for the stars even though you’re the brightest of them! Here’s to a million more years and birthdays together. Here’s to more love, more laughs, and more beautiful memories with your Erwin. Happy Birthday, Axy Baxxy!

After a few more sweet and unhurried moments in bed with hugs and kisses, Erin finally decides that it’s about time they eat breakfast. Two more hours and they will have to call it lunch. She finds a large bowl and whisks together flour, baking soda, baking powder and salt. While she’s doing that, Axl sits down on the counter and begins opening his presents — a brand new watch made from stainless steel with a brown croco embossed strap, a Versace blazer, three T-shirts, a few big rings because his old ones got kind of ruined back in August, these effortlessly cool Ray-Ban aviator sunglasses that always remind her of their younger years ( and Top Gun ), ripped jeans that she likes to call dad jeans, a bottle of her HIS favorite cologne and last but definitely not least a rubber duck resembling the one they lost somewhere years ago. She wouldn’t be herself if she didn’t try to add a little more humor to his gifts. Erin almost burns the house down, paying more attention to his reactions to these gifts than to cooking. “Yummiest pancakes with no coal thanks to my cat-like reflexes for the birthday lion coming up,” the brunette chuckles, using a spatula to put not one but five heart-shaped, chocolate chip pancakes on his plate. She sets them down in front of Axl and takes out maple syrup and fresh blueberries.

It’s late afternoon when she tells him that it’s not the end of surprises for today. The mere thought of what she’s about to do makes her heart palpitate erratically, chest spasming with emotions that shouldn’t even be here. She asks him to get dressed nicely and puts on her strapless red dress with a pair of high heels to match. When they get in the car, Erin feels like she’s about to throw up. Squeezing Axl’s hand, she makes him promise that no matter what he won’t freak out and scream. All it probably does is confuse the redhead but he’s lacing his pinky finger with hers anyway. Erin uses his old bandana to blindfold him, saying, “It’s a surprise. It won’t be a surprise if you can see it the second we get there.” She drives them to Beta’s house and helps him climb out of her Jeep. They somehow manage to do this without scraping their knees. Leading him to the front door, Erin’s heart is pounding in her chest. She carefully opens it and wraps her arm around his waist. “I love you. I love you so much,” she whispers and once they’re in the living room, slowly begins to untie the bandana.

Two months ago, Erin began begging Beta to tell her more about Stephanie’s family and where they lived and the Brazilian woman eventually gave in and shared all her knowledge. The curly-haired girl had a plan — she was determined to bring Dylan back to Axl’s life, give her husband something he’d always wanted. His only son back. It wasn’t easy to convince Beta or anyone ( not even Sebastian and Maria wanted to help her ) to take part in Erin’s insane plan. “It’s madness! Madness! You’ve lost your mind! It will never happen, you’ll only do more harm.” She’d heard it all but there was no harm in trying, right? She’d even threatened to just do it all on her own a few times, leaving Beta no choice. They grabbed a few old pictures,

Dylan’s favorite dinosaur and took a trip all the way from Malibu to San Diego. Kelly was rather surprised to see the two women at her doorstep one January afternoon but she turned out to be nothing like her sister. She let them in and heard them out, showing nothing but empathy and compassion. That’s when Erin invited her and Dylan to Axl’s surprise birthday party. “I’ll think about it, okay? I promise. Leave me your number,” was all Kelly said. It was an even bigger surprise when just a few days later she did make that call. And somehow here they are now —

A five-year-old with a head full of blonde hair, dressed in a polo shirt with black and red stripes on it, is sitting on the couch right between his aunt and former nanny with a Maltese puppy on his lap. His little fingers are carefully stroking the dog’s soft fur, caressing the big bow wrapped around his neck. The boy’s bright eyes flicker from the floor and find Axl’s the second his blindfold comes off. Beta clenches her jaw, glancing from Kelly to Dylan to Axl again and again, in a manner that means she’s incredibly stressed out. Erin’s heart comes to an abrupt halt as she nervously whispers, “Surprise.” And before anyone else can say something, Dylan’s lips are parting and three, slightly choked out and hesitant words emit from them, “happy birthday, dad.”

#HAPPY BIRTHDAY #birthday drabble.#we hope you like it #IT WAS SO HARD TO KEEP THESE TWO MANIPS A SECRET LAST NIGHT LOL #I almost posted them @ the heart ones with dylan #WE LOVE YOU

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fandomoniumflurry · 6 years

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She’s Ok with Spring

part of the seasons series that goes through the seasons in the lives of Dean x Reader

Part 1 Part 2

This is from the Reader’s point of view

1.4k words no warnings

taggers: @ambermei @becs-bunker @keepcalmimthecupcake

This all started out as a quickie challenge from @thing-you-do-with-that-thing from last year. I think it will have one more chapter because I need Dean and reader to get together already!

The blooming flowers, late April showers, sunshine and baby animals, warmth and all newness of life. Who couldn't like spring? Not cold like the winter and yet not hot like the summer. A breath of fresh air gets you an assortment of warm fresh fragrances, blooms and fresh buds on the trees, and fresh cut grass. The sounds of children laughing and playing and the chirps of new baby birds. There is just a certain air of joy and renewal falling over the Earth and making spirits light. Winter is finally gone taking the cold, snow and dark clouds. Spring is everyone's favorite season for many different reasons but the reasons all lead back to starting anew.

Spring is the time to complete those new year's resolutions that you hadn't touched in weeks. It's for new crops to be planted, getting rid of the old to make way for the new. It's a time for spring cleaning, getting rid of the clutter and garbage that's been weighing you down. People spend more time outside, planting a garden, weeding their lawn, putting in that patio they've wanted for so long. It's the perfect time of year to make changes and start new things. Letting go of the cold winter past, spring is literally a springboard into the new warmer future.

I have nothing against spring, it's a beautiful season. It's better than winter where I can't feel my toes and snow covers my car but it still won't compare to fall. My allergies start to act up the moment trees and flowers start to bloom so my nose is stuffy while my eyes are runny. The new buds are pretty and they each have their own scent that is pleasant for sure and the sun gives off just the right heat.

I prefer when the spring rain clouds roll in, the smell of the water that falls from the sky and the sound it makes when it hits the room or lands in the puddles it's caused. I like to sit by the window and watch as the world becomes covered in water and glistens in the faint rays of sunshine that manage to peek through the clouds. I like to watch the flowers flop in the breeze and tip under the weight of the water droplets beating down on them.

That was my old life though, back when I had a house with windows. Back when I had a boyfriend that didn't care about me and my only escape was the rain. I used to sit out in the rain letting the drops slide down my face. It hid my tears and soothed the burn of them. The man hadn't always been a monster. There was a time where he was sweet and gentle. He had his bad moments, his temper getting the better of him but he never hit me. Not until the evil crept inside him. The wolf made him rabid and instead of fighting it, he accepted it and I suffered for it. He was all I had left and even in his worst, I never left his side.

I have always been broken inside, losing my parents when I was very young. It was in winter, a horrible accident on the icy road that left their car a mangled heap in a snowbank. I still haven't told the boys the main reason why I hate the winter. Crawling out of a broken car at such a young age and trudging my way through the snow to find help just seems like a bad dream instead of my reality. Foster homes and orphanages all reminding me of what I had lost.

I had every reason to be dark and depressed, every reason to cut myself off and cry myself to sleep every night. But when I was ten years old, I stayed with an older lady who gave me a reason for living. “Life isn't always hard just like it isn't always easy. But you can make the hard times easier by thinking of the fall that came before the winter.” At first, I didn't understand what she meant but she smiled and explained. “We have to hold onto the good, fall is a season of changes, a time that comes before the chilling cold but is also the time of harvest when we are fed and prepare for winter storms ahead. If we let the cold of winter seep into our hearts, we will never get to see the spring that comes next.”

The analogy stuck with me. It's why fall became my favorite season. I didn't think about winter, considering it the darkest time of my life. Not just for my parents but later, for my boyfriend. But just like that old lady told me, I held onto the good, kept my soul light like the falling leaves in autumn. If I let myself dwell on my winter, I would never have a spring. And I believe now, after a long and sludgy winter, I have found my spring.

Analogy aside, I truly have found where I am happy. I have a new family, a completely different lifestyle than I once led. My life can be dangerous and hard but I wouldn't change it for a thing. The way I ended up here may have been tragic and heartbreaking but everything happens for a reason and I can only be thankful for things leading me here.

The bunker kept me warm and safe and didn't take long to become my home. I was surprised that they so easily let me into their lives. I was just a no one. A poor lost soul with nowhere to go, nothing to call my own, and no family to take me in. I was a stranger and they had every reason to dump me at the nearest hospital and just leave me there. I’m glad that they didn’t, but I still wonder to this day what it was about me that made them want to keep me around.

I got to know them well over a few months and slowly I began to let them in. In return, they let me in as well. It wasn’t long before I could tell that something was sparking between Dean and I. I loved the brothers both dearly but things were different with Dean than they were with Sam. Sam was my nerd, my cuddle buddy, my best friend. Dean was my sunshine, my smile, my everything. Knowing Dean felt the same way, I was not afraid to spend my time with him and my love for him only grew. But he never confessed to what I already knew. Sam even knew it.

I would watch him smile at me the moment I walked in from outside where I had spent the morning picking fresh flowers. Each room would have a vase or two full of different wild flowers that I found around the bunker. I never strayed far, not only for fear of getting lost, but because Dean had asked me to stay close. He was always so protective. But it was worth whatever I had to do to make him happy, to see that smile, to put his mind at ease. He suffered enough in his life, I wanted to be the one thing he could come home to and lay down his burdens and cares.

I think spring is his favorite season. Mainly because he always wants to go for a drive or have a picnic out in the sun. If anyone has spring fever, it would be Dean. It was adorable the way he loved to just lay in the sun, lean his head back with his shades on and just get lost in the warmth it provided. Sometimes we’d go to the lake, fish or just take a walk. It didn’t matter to Dean, as long as we were together. Then on the rainy days, which were my favorite, we would either stay in, listening to the spring showers pummel the bunker roof while we watched movies or just talked, or we would sit in the Impala and just watch the rain clouds roll in then roll back out. It was easy to see that we were happy together.

He didn’t have to say anything. I already knew. He had me and he had nothing to worry about there. Our lives weren’t always sunshine and roses, there were plenty of rainy days. But together we had overcome our winter, so to speak and now as we watched spring roll in, I knew it meant new and wonderful things for the two of us.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

You make me happy when skies are gray

You'll never know dear, how much I love you

Please don't take my sunshine away

#she loves fall #she hates winter #she's ok with spring #dean x reader #dean winchester #sam winchester #reader insert #spring #seasons #shelly writes #supernatural #spn

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ellocentipede · 4 years

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Mystic Music Soaps Spring and Summer 2020 Soaps and Bath Bombs

Annette of Mystic Music Soaps has been busy experimenting with scents and designs for both soaps and bath bombs, and has created a beautiful array of options for spring and summer! As always, her soaps are visually stunning, well-scented, and have a soft and creamy lather. Her bath bombs create a well-scented and pretty bath that provides a tranquil respite after a busy day.

Avalon Bath Ballistic

Scent description: According to Arthurian legend, the Isle of Avalon was an island full of wild apple trees. Those who lived on the island had an idyllic existence and many still search for Avalon although its still unclear whether this magical paradise existed or it is derived from Celtic myth. Top notes of citrus with middle notes of apple, sugar and violet intermingle with bottom notes of peach and musk to create this enchanted fragrance. This soap, just as the descriptions states above smells of "an island full of wild apple trees".

I love this bath bomb so much (and the matching soap as well!). To my nose it’s a happy and refreshing blend of green apples, greenery, a fresh breeze, and soft florals. It’s sunny and uplifting. It’s one of my very favorites and I’ll continue to purchase as long as it’s available. <3

Beautiful Bath Ballistic

Scent description: Night blooming jasmine with a secondary addition of rose and a hint of vanilla. It is feminine, flirty, and fun! If you love Lush® brand Flying Fox™, you will adore this luxurious and garden green floral!

Lush’s Flying Fox scent to my nose is a thick, brown honey-coated jasmine petal, but Beautiful smells more soft and natural. I hate to say it, but I prefer Beautiful more--there’s less honey and it smells more like a realistic, sun-warmed jasmine blossom. Really lovely.

Bohemian Queen Bath Ballistic

Scent description: This is a playful combination of citrus notes such as bergamot, orange & grapefruit added to a beautiful vanilla heart and then given a kiss of bourbon rose. Nothing traditional in this one as it is so playful and unconventional....a true Bohemian Queen!

This was a pretty rose blend, but the bergamot and grapefruit skewed it a bit sharp and bitter for me. It smelled like a dark rose, maybe with hints of something sinuous like oudh.

Forest Nymph Bath Ballistic and Bubble Bar

Scent description: An exotic blend of oakmoss and patchouli creating a fragrance that is green and woodsy. If you love Lush® brand Tramp™, you will adore this one!!

Tramp is one of my very favorite scents ever, and Annette’s Forest Nymph hits the Tramp-y mark perfectly! I could bathe in this forever. This makes for a beautiful, natural bath--like bathing in a pool in a mossy, shadowy forest glade. I get lots of oakmoss and greenness, and a hint of tame patchouli that reads like dark earth-crusted logs. Love!

Seven Seas Bath Ballistic and Bubble Bar

Scent description: A clean, fresh, and spa-like scent. This bath ballistic has notes of creamy rice flower, citrus peel, cotton blossoms, night-blooming jasmine, azure sky ozone, grey sea salt, bamboo leaves, vanilla bean, and sheer musk.

True to description, this is a very clean scent. I get lots of ozone, salt, and whiffs of cotton blossom and citrus. This does smell like a product that would be used at an upscale spa.

Stems and Roses Bath Ballistic

Scent description: Have you ever wondered if you could capture the scent of fresh flowers as you are cutting the stems and arranging them in a vase? I just LOVE the smell of fresh cut roses and the green stems as I'm arranging them and I really wanted to capture that in this ballistic. Follow my scent journey here and embrace the simplistic beauty of stems & roses in your bath!

Bohemian Queen let me down a bit, but Stems and Roses brought me all the way back up! This was a fun and experimental blend that showcased a beautiful rose with snaps of fresh greenery. It did feel like sticking my nose in a bouquet.

Abalone Bath Ballistic

Scent description: A fresh burst of ocean (ozone) scent with notes of day lily, sea spray, watery florals and musk.

This is a gorgeous briny floral scent, like a sea breeze blowing through a tropical garden. I really enjoyed this bath--it was pretty and summery, with a touch of elegance and sophistication.

Miami Beach Bath Ballistic

Scent description: Be whisked away to the beach, sipping daiquiris and enjoying all life has to offer! This ballistic will send you to Miami Beach where worries melt away and life is good! Fresh notes of ripe melon along with orange slices, lemon and lime peel combine with a fresh cut grass nuance. A heart of jasmine, violet and lavender slip into a background of sweet exotic, woody notes.

Miami Beach is yet another classy and fun beach scent--a little breezy, a little salty, with a little hint of frozen margarita and a wee nip of fancy perfume. I love it!

South Pacific Bath Ballistic

Scent description: Sea salt, sea moss and green vetiver round out this fresh and aquatic ballistic!

South Pacific is another winning sea scent! I love all of them, but this one may be my favorite of the bunch. It’s a fresh ocean scent, but it’s not so fresh that it smells sharp. It’s smooth and natural and also smells a bit elegant, like there’s a hint of white tropical florals wafting on this sea breeze. It’s both tranquil and vibrant in feel--just like the colors that Annette selected for it. Lovely.

County Fair Soap

Scent description: One of my earliest memories of a conglomeration of good smells was walking into the Texas State Fair and then subsequently smaller County Fairs, statewide through my childhood. Not only did it signify fun by all the sights and sounds but always the smell of the most extravagant cakes and candies everywhere you were in "the Fair"! This is my interpretation of all the good things, "County Fair". Caramel coated Granny Smith apples, funnel cakes, a bit of cotton candy and buttered popcorn. Not too sweet from the Funnel Cake, the perfect amount of Granny Smith apples for crisp zing and just the right amount of salt from the popcorn. Its the perfect memory!

Well this is delightful! This is such a happy and fun scent. The tart green apple complements the sweet notes perfectly. The hint of popcorn is a lovely, fun addition. This is a nostalgic blend that makes me think of childhood. It’s all so well-blended and well-balanced.

ELVIS Soap

Scent description: This is the scent of blue suede shoes, cuban cigars (the ones ELVIS always had on him in real life and in movies), and with sweetgrass and cedar to pay homage to his roots of the small home he was raised in Tupelo, Mississippi.

This smells like new suede and smooth leather, like new shoes! It’s a nice, clean, gentlemanly scent that is really appropriate in soap form.

Key Lime Pie Soap

Scent description: Growing up, I was extremely lucky to have family that lived in Key West. Such a quaint little island with so many places to go and so many things to do, it still stands out to me as a wonderful place that also had deliciously famous key lime pie (of course!). I wanted to create a soap with the same "velvet zestiness" of that pie I still remember to this day. After many trials of blending oils, I found the perfect blend of lime, lemon and sweet orange essential oils. Its topped with a bit of whipped cream and a lime wedge for good measure.

Aw man, this really does smell like key lime pie filling. Key lime pie is one of my very favorites, so I love this! This smells like the perfect sugared lime. Love love!

Madonna Soap

Scent description: This is my tribute to Madonna's "Material Girl": A soft, sweet woody-floral fragrance with azalea, jasmine, lavender and rose notes. Added to the base notes are patchouli and other precious woods with hints of citrus and other fruits, balsam and vanilla.

Yea, this is probably what Madonna actually smells like! It smells expensive and a bit edgy--like a fine oriental perfume studded with rich leather and edged with a touch of earthy patchouli. This one is a surprise love for me.

Mango Coconut Cooler Soap

Scent description: Creamy coconut, luscious mango and a hint of island spices. This is tropical Summer just around the corner.

A cold, frothy coconut beverage with chunks of frozen mango and a sprig of ming. This is nice and cooling, and will be wonderful in summer.

Mother Earth Soap

Scent description: This is such a gorgeous and well rounded blend of essential oils! It's refreshing, grounded, herbaceous and invigorating.Essential oils of: bergamot, cassia root, cedarwood, nutmeg, lavadin (lavender), and peppermint.

Ok, this is a new favorite for me. I’ve got a soft spot for earthy and herbal scents, and this is a great one. I get lots of fresh peppermint and a touch of fragrant cassia root (a bit cinnamon-y without being overwhelmingly spicy). Really beautiful.

Mystic Mint Soap

Scent description: Fresh mint from my garden having flourished in the Tennessee sunshine and then prepared to steep lightly in invigorating white tea.

This is a very fresh spearmint blend that almost smells like Doublemint gum! This will be lovely and refreshing to use when it’s hot outside.

Ocean Spray Soap

Scent description: With eucalyptus and spearmint in the forefront, this scent has a zingy kick. Add lemongrass to the mix and you have one of the most refreshing and stimulating smells on the planet.

This is a jazzed up version of the Tequila! blend (reviewed below), with extra-bracing ocean air. I think I smell a hint of mint, so this is more of a temperate ocean breeze than a tropical one. An uplifting, clean scent.

Orange Creamsicle Soap

Scent description: Orange creamsicle soap smells like a delicious dream on an extraordinary summer day! I can't get enough of the combination of sweet orange essential oil + vanilla cream accord. To me, it brings back the memories of orange creamsicle treats fresh out of the freezer to enjoy on a warm day.

This smells just like a creamsicle and now I’m craving one! This is a perfectly-balanced orange and vanilla scent that absolutely evokes the scent of true creamsicles!

Shipwrecked Soap

Scent description: This is the subtle breeze of salt spray as you realize the awe in the power of the wild seas at work! Crashing waves of salt aging the wooden hull of a lovely boat right before your eyes.

If Ocean Spray is a temperate ocean breeze, Shipwrecked is the tropical version! This is a beautiful, clean ocean breeze blowing lazily through palm fronds. Lovely.

Tequila! Soap

Scent description: Sea salt, agave cactus and a fresh burst of Persian lime essential oil has this bar singing, "Tequila!". Now, try and get that song out of your head (while singing in the shower)!

Clean refreshing salty ocean air with a fun twist of lime!

Mystic Music Soaps’ beautiful soaps and bath goodies may be perused and purchased at https://www.mysticmusicsoaps.com/

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eene-fangirl · 7 years

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"Yes, you’re very smart. Shut up."

“Yes, you’re very smart. Shut up.” Eddy wrapped an arm around Edd’s waist as they walked through the small pathway of Peach Creek’s ‘Garden of Flowers’.

Edd’s face smiled so big. The garden was a beautiful area full Tulips, Violets, Iris… any flower Edd was giving Eddy a history lesson on. Eddy admired Edd’s love for nature.

This was the perfect place. Eddy followed Edd all around the garden trying to find out what his favorite flower was. It turned out he favored all of them.

“Take in the scent, Eddy. The fresh fragrance is enough to whisk you away to heaven.” Edd sniffed a bouquet of purple orchids.

“Wouldn’t you rather remain here?” Eddy joked. An idea popped into his head. Yes, this was going to be the best idea idea.

“Eddy, did you know that flowers hold a wonderful amount of meaning?” Edd was too distracted to look behind him as Eddy was busy quietly pulling each flower Edd stopped to admire out from the ground.

Eddy watched Edd’s examination on the flowers finding it intriguing. Edd looked at the color, smelled it’s unique scent and gently rubbed it’s texture. And then he’d smooth his face over the soft texture capturing its smoothness. Eddy watched Edd closely wishing he could replace himself as the flower wanting to feel Edd’s smooth skin.

“What’s that one?” Eddy asked. His voice sounded unusual as if he were turned on. Heck, he was turned on by anything Edd did. Even the smile which covered his whole face. It was enough to make your heart skip a beat because he looked so happy.

“Lisianthus. This flower represents sincere admiration and respect to those lucky enough to receive it.”

Edd could feel his heart fluttering. Edd’s sweet voice describing a flowers meaning was music. How was he just realizing that now? Eddy never gave Edd the proper attention back before their feelings changed. He could wait to make Edd the luckiest human being.

“Oh Eddy, this flower reminds me of you.” It was a deep red flower. The red coloring was such a strong tone that it made Eddy feel different.

“What is it?”

“A Snap Dragon.”

Edd turned around. His mouth immediately dropped open seeing all the flowers Eddy ripped out from the ground. Believing Edd would be ecstatically jumping out of his skin he had a much different reaction.

“What in Sam Hill do you think you’re doing?!” Edd’s voice was so shrill that it alarmed the guards on duty.

Eddy stammered trying to explain himself. With the guards slowly walking towards what was no longer isolation. “… We can buy them, can’t we? There is a vase back at the apartment where we…”

“These flowers aren’t meant to be dug up from the ground!” Edd snapped a little too harshly. Edd’s sudden loss of temper made Eddy feel uncomfortable.

“Okay, relax I was…”

“Why do you always have to do this, Eddy?” Edd confronted having tears perpetrate his eyes.

The tone immediately changed. That feeling of absolute peace and love left the garden. The flowers Eddy held in his hands wilted and dropped to the ground. The guards stood back having no idea what was happening.

“Do what?” Eddy asked.

“You’re always clowning around. You need to pay attention. There is a sign out front that warns us not to pick out any flowers. Now we’re not going to be allowed to come back here!”

“Hey, easy. What are you so angry about?”

Edd crossed his arms and calmed down realizing how angry he was. Looking down at all the wilted flowers on the ground he began to cry. Maybe that dream would never come true.

Once he knew it was safe to cross the danger line, Eddy stepped closer putting a hand to his shoulder. “Come on, tell me, what’s this really about?”

“I adore this place, Eddy.” Edd explained. “I came here almost every day to balance my thoughts. These flowers helped me through the worst times,” Edd reminisced looking into each unique flower. Flowers did something to ones mind. “And they have helped me ponder something…”

“What?”

Edd wouldn’t look at him. Instead he stood closer to Eddy letting their feelings mesh together. Eddy could sense Edd’s feelings wanting to make their relationship something more. That feeling was mutual.

“You love this place, don’t you?” Eddy asked.

Edd nodded.

“And you love me?”

“Oh yes, Eddy. Forgive me for the way I snapped at you. You may be a clown, but you’re mine. That’s what matters.” They hugged one another closer feeling the heat of the moment drift away.

“What if you were mine forever?”

Edd’s heart felt as if it stopped when Edd dipped down to one leg. He gathered all the flowers he picked out from the ground and offered them to Edd in placement of a ring.

#Ed Edd n Eddy #eene #eene fanfiction #EddEddy

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spicyxllama · 7 years

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KamiMiyo; Occupation: Love [3/5]

Series: Joker Game

Pairing: Kaminaga/Miyoshi

Rating: T

Word Count: 7038

Summary: For perfection was beautiful and yet, redundant when not improved upon.

ahhhhh I feel horrible that it’s late when I hate parting from schedules but among other things, this did give me difficulty on writing ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д`ﾟ)ﾟ｡ I hope Kamimiyo’s intentions are clear! Especially Miyo’s www and omg I hope it’s coherent enough! gah it was 5am when I finished and maybe I;m too sleepy to tell the difference hahhaha ꒰๑•̥﹏•̥๑꒱ Anyways, do tell me your thoughts if you’d like!

Most importantly, thanks @dollofdeath for letting me abuse your lovely hc from “Just One Bite”, even though mine is a little different but totally stolen nonetheless!! You’re always so good to me (˃̩̩̥ɷ˂̩̩̥)

Chapter Three: Love me Too, Love Me Three

It was almost as though, a mocking jest, in which the rain that would momentarily begin to pitter patter, had given way to a most discerning bustling and soon disappear altogether. At times, it could feel relentless and disobedient to the inhabitants of such muses, and yet, it was akin to the ticking of the grandfather clock that was locked away in storage. The woes and delights of customers had easily allowed its presence to plummet into silence and it was oddly riveting, for time itself had always waited for no one. Though, society had not followed through to such an ordeal as people were constantly waiting; constantly in expectance for the inevitable. Of course, it would only be most painful if not for such impudence; it was something that was better known as the bitter aftertaste of a restless impatience.

Miyoshi was in fact, no different, in spite of his hair that seeped of a majestic and quintessential elegance. His very aura even, forced one to feel of a lesser grace and yet, ironically charmed by his rather sardonic grin all the same. He too was also in waiting for such boresome tasks to diminish, for his manager to leave (and to never return), and for evening to strike so he could see Kaminaga once again. It was just as the rain that would fall without reason and the ticking of father time that would be constant in its trudging forward.

It was the inevitable that Miyoshi would be with Kaminaga again.

However, the masses of chocolates and abundance of gifts had just scarcely found refuge in his far too lonesome apartment, and innately crossed paths with but the faintest aroma of assorted mochi sitting daintily upon his kitchen table. Even the fragrance of roses that Kaminaga had presented to him just hours ago couldn’t dare rival the handmade desserts and adoringly so, Miyoshi too hadn’t the gall to deny the telling glint that unraveled upon his face any longer. It was so like Kaminaga to boastfully rearrange the flowers into the very vase he’d bought Miyoshi when he first moved into this apartment, and in spite of those sometimes daunting wiles, Miyoshi wouldn’t have it any other way.

As tempting as it was to indulge in the freshly made mochi that were still in need of unwrapping, it was also most discerning that though Kaminaga left no trails of his craftsmanship behind, Miyoshi’s bed was naturally already littered with the petals of fresh roses. The unlit candles surrounding his room entailed of the faintest whiff of cinnamon oil and in spite of its very premeditated presence, the absence of a certain bouquet that Miyoshi had gifted not too long before was slightly concerning.

It was odd enough to even consider that Kaminaga had daresay unwinded his efforts for a decorative means when such a gift caused him to bashfully fumble about. Miyoshi only cursed himself for even suggesting so; not to mention that Kaminaga had never done anything but adore him after all, and such a demeaning motion was far too unlike him. Just as Miyoshi’s lack of sleep too was rather unlike him and all the more telling at the worst of situations.

Kaminaga was always one to ‘go the distance’, so perhaps he went the distance of taking the bouquet home in his boredom. Despite the irony of it all when said boyfriend rarely ever went the distance to stay the night, and that staying naturally negated all distances. If distance supposedly made the heart grow fonder, Kaminaga would’ve reached divinity by now, but not Miyoshi’s apartment. How annoying.

Miyoshi could care less of Kaminaga’s supposed volunteer work when he had far too much on his plate already—and no, he wasn’t just pertaining to Kaminaga’s unnatural habit of stealing food off his plate when they were eating the exact same dish. Of course, Miyoshi could at the very least agree that everything was all the more alluring if it was his after all, and those rabid fangirls of Kaminaga seemed to have proved that. Though, that wasn’t the point exactly. It was also the constant mention and dismays of being extra attentive to Kaminaga’s ‘fragile’ parents when his parents were far too lively for Miyoshi’s taste, and most definitely healthy. Such excuses could no longer be excused.

Taking a gander at his watch, it’d only be wasteful to contemplate the impossible when the only notion that was a necessity as of now would be explaining himself to Kaminaga—and of course, savouring the mochi that was made for him alone. Excessive ribbons and cellophane were only the icing of Kaminaga’s rather lavish tastes in wrapping, and yet they complemented the sweetened mochi well. The petite tag that was adorned through string and embellished with the pet name that Kaminaga seemed to adore concerning himself with was just ...fine, he’d supposed. In spite of the fact that he’d probably bat both eyes when being called ‘Miyochi’ at any given time. In spite of this, Kaminaga was surprisingly quite adept at making (and being) his most guilty pleasure.

Surely, it wasn’t possible to gain weight from mere mochi after all. ...Science would prove that. Especially when it wasn’t just matcha or the variants of cheesecake mochi, but strawberry daifuku dipped in chocolate. Speaking of which, it was only now that Miyoshi could even fathom that being spoiled too much was never a bad thing—albeit, suspicious, but not at all a bad thing.

It was simply akin to the cream sweater that Kaminaga had left behind during the winter season and most definitely had forgotten to reclaim, despite the countless occasions he’d ask of its whereabouts. Naturally, Miyoshi had not only checked once but thrice and alas to this day, it still lay daintily behind his closet doors and even retained a familiar musk to it. If he wanted it back, he’d have to pay the fine and stay the night to even consider attaining such a reward. Until then, Miyoshi knew not of such a silly garment; no matter how adoringly it suited Kaminaga’s physique.

This was but a petty revenge scheme and yet, Miyoshi couldn’t bypass the notion that these soft and nearly exquisite mochi were of the same caliber. Even if Kaminaga was daresay plotting on Valentine’s day of all days, just this once Miyoshi would allow himself to fall just a little bit harder in hopes of outdoing him. Though even if he couldn’t, if it was Kaminaga, there was no foul—only love.

Despite that Kaminaga was only mere stops away, the trains had innately begun to scuttle with the ever growing amount of commuters and the air had nearly become thick. Not that Miyoshi hadn’t easily anticipated as much, for it was still the night of Valentine’s Day and at just slightly past nine, one would say that the night had just begun and was thickened through a distinct taste of amour. He was grateful, however, as the hushed sounds of laughter and overly congested train allowed him to discreetly fall unnoticed and immersed into his own train of thought.

As he was glimpsing back at his reflection from his phone screen and adjusting the strands that were in no need of such adjustments, he paused and the relentless thoughts that only continued to circulate too had now paused. It was but a misunderstanding and a subtle change in demeanour that had brought about this irony it seemed. For he was only doing the necessary to keep Kaminaga near and yet, he grew even more distant at the turnabout. In spite of its unkind appearance, it was solely an act of love that he wouldn’t have been able to convey if not for a most daunting sense of fear. Even if Miyoshi had trouble admitting such a strange concept to his mind that was fumbling about and as he gently preened himself once again, he at last had come to a full stop.

The crown of his head was as elegant as it’d always been and every strand was naturally, without flaw. Miyoshi knew this; he was in no need for futile reminders to fix what could never be broken. The reflection had repeated that very notion and he remained well aware of this even as he was stepping off the train, and even more so as he had finally arrived at his destination. For as he laid eyes on Kaminaga through the glass door that was nearly foggy from what appeared to be utter enamourment, Miyoshi was most certain...most certain as he’d ever been—he was always perfect for Kaminaga.

As delightful as Kaminaga was with that far too lavish grin, and his poised physique as he was merely pouring steamed milk into a latte foam, there was but a looming reminder on the very same door that once assisted in Miyoshi’s dazzlement...and now caused him to grimace.

Though he knew better, he frivolously checked the date on his phone and glimpsed back upon the store hours in utter denial. Had it been any other day...it’d be the same after all. For how he could he have forgotten that this specific Starbucks had the daunting business hours of opening at the break of dawn and closing at the ungodly four in the morning. Perhaps he could use his charms to have Kaminaga relocated to a more sane location as it was naturally bustling for its view of the Shibuya crosswalk. Knowing Kaminaga, that bastard most definitely enjoyed the challenge and that was unfortunately one of the reasons why Miyoshi couldn’t stray from him. Miyoshi was the same way, after all.

Of course, this was also why Kaminaga had never worked the closing shift unless to be petty (which was right now)—and no, that one time where he covered for his co-worker far too late to be polite didn’t count. Even if Miyoshi did enjoy the vacant building as Kaminaga closed up and was soon on top of him in nothing but a Starbucks apron, licking off the signature whipped cream as he ventured lower. Such arousing recollections from the measly building would be better saved for other occasions, whether or not it was the night that most couples would book a love hotel for and how he was supposed to be having dinner with a certain barista as of now.

Stepping inside, Miyoshi took notice that it was oddly livable with most of the seating arrangements vacant and low conversations amidst. Even the routinely sought for window seats with the view of the crosswalk were easily attainable, and he soon found himself musing if he was in the right Starbucks. Though, Kaminaga was here and that was the only proof he needed to reassure himself.

Kaminaga was behind the counter and gently smiling as he offered a latte to a young girl and her mother, subtly turning away shortly after to adjust his apron. Miyoshi shouldn’t have been surprised or amused in any way as he approached him. He most definitely wasn’t amused per se, that Kaminaga had drawn a cat on the latte and appeared rather pleased with himself. Even if Miyoshi nearly allowed a discreet chuckle to escape him. He was supposed to be disappointed that Kaminaga would even consider that he would choose anyone over him, not gushing over how stupidly ador—yes, actually, that door was stupid; just like Kaminaga.

As a familiar hum soon began to emit and fingers were hastily tightening the band of his apron, Miyoshi fell upon the notion that he was nearly hesitating when Kaminaga had at last stood before him and swallowed the nonexistent lump in his throat. He’d only rehearsed this very scenario a benevolent hundred times through thoughts alone, and now that Kaminaga was finally within grasp, this very setting felt as though it were testing him. For his co-workers were pleasingly elsewhere and the radio appeared to be playing a part in this nearly wistful ambiance; a sense of pleasantries and allure growing about.

It was just as Miyoshi had parted his lips to murmur even a semblance of acknowledgment that Kaminaga had abruptly met his own startled gander, and Kaminaga too had unraveled in a most withdrawn gaze. However, the older man then released a dismayed huff and darted a telling smirk all the same.

“...My, my… Look who decided to show up.” Kaminaga greeted in somewhat of a tauntful drawl.

He was nearly flirtatious, but his voice also seeped of a certain disinterest that was as riveting as it was concerning. In spite of the tasteless endeavour, there was a small grin threatening to unveil itself and Kaminaga promptly bit his lip at such an outcome. The floundering notion eased Miyoshi’s woes in nothing but an impetuous motion, and yet, he felt his guard drop and voice fall silent. The words he desperately sought for his boyfriend to discern were shriveling up it seemed, and he unnaturally found refuge in diverting his focus aside.

“So? Have you come to beg for my forgiveness? Why don’t we start with you on your knees?” Kaminaga continued haughtily at the unnerving quiet and maintained his mocking stare in spiteful jest.

Even if he did well to conceal himself through a blatant derision, Miyoshi was only most certain that Kaminaga held the very same apprehension that he had and observed wordlessly as it was seeping out relentlessly.

“...I’m leaving.” Miyoshi spoke at last in utter offense, turning on his heel hastily in an effort to provoke him.

“No, Miyo…Wait!” Kaminaga asserted through an unrivaled desperation; his voice that immediately crumbled from the once contemptuous facade, and succumbed altogether through a benevolent hitch in his breath.

With his back opposing Kaminaga and the precipitated rustling of said boyfriend panicking into disarray, Miyoshi felt his own lips curve into a foolish and discreet smile that nearly shamed himself. Of course, in spite of the rather demoralizing scenario that they swept themselves under come Valentine’s day, it was only the inevitable that there was always too strong of a pull between them to ever let something so silly apprehend them. Even so, Miyoshi couldn’t help but feel himself begin to tense and his fingers were unnaturally quivering at the mere mention.

Casting his pride aside, he allowed the unsteady huff escape him and just scarcely found the momentum to face the cautious Kaminaga before him.

“...Sorry…” Miyoshi murmured with a much too perceiving and staggering lilt in his voice, straying his gander aside within mere moments as the noticeable pink dusted upon his face only made it more baffling.

Even how Miyoshi’s hand was resting upon the surface of the counter and toying at it wearily was rather concerning, and Kaminaga hadn’t dared to leave an odd motion unnoticed. Such a dubious fixation was all too unlike him.

“S-Sorry for what? Showing up and leaving unexpectedly, or maybe…” Kaminaga narrowly managed, stumbling all the more as what unraveled to be an apology was quite the bemusing feat.

For Miyoshi was always one with such a firm grip on his pride that a blatant attempt at apology was strictly out of the question. Not that Kaminaga had minded in the least for Miyoshi had shown what appeared to be remorse in a variety of redeeming methods when guilt-driven. Nevertheless, staring wide eyed like a fool was probably not the right direction to go about this. Admirers were acknowledged but unnecessary to Miyoshi. Kaminaga was only certain that such a notion had remained constant and yet, Miyoshi abruptly chasing tail was nearly daunting all on its own.

Not to mention that it was only most evident that Miyoshi hadn’t just appeared to leave him within moments alone. The leather bag at his side was proof enough and no matter how his heart pounded at seeing him, he’d much prefer Miyoshi to be catching up on sleep instead of bringing his assignments to his work. Except that Miyoshi most definitely wouldn’t be able to sleep in his fumbling state as of now and Kaminaga desperately sought to remedy it, in spite of his all too telling bemusement.

“You know why.” Miyoshi began doubtfully, and allowed a timid breath to surface from the lips that could only fret. His eyes wavered and it was as he felt the reassuring fingertips that grasped upon his palm and grazed circles at their steady pace, that he at last found sanctuary in meeting Kaminaga’s eyes once again. “No one can appreciate me more than you do and that’s all the ego boost I’ll ever need.”

The crimson that drew upon his cheek proved more prominent than ever before and bashfully, Miyoshi no longer had reason to suppress the child-like grin that curved upon his lips.

“You said as much yourself. You’re the only one worth impressing, are you not?”

As enticing as the glint from Miyoshi’s gander that was both intriguing and all too mischievous, Kaminaga had only fallen into the far more dubious airs of what Miyoshi wasn’t willing to admit. The distraught of disappointment had already passed him by after much thought as he was attending to the café and the abundance of guests. Naturally, he was surely pondering the skeptics of the very unlikely scenario and had entertained the strange notion repeatedly so. Perhaps he faltered and hadn’t taken into consideration of Miyoshi’s distraught from being fed excuses to be away from him and yet, it still lacked a semblance of reason. If he had his way, Kaminaga wouldn’t be able to part from this boastful boyfriend who scowled when proven that he wasn’t always difficult to please.

However, maybe he’d have to swallow his own selfish dismays of being distracted by Miyoshi’s very presence. It was the entire rationale of Kaminaga supposedly escaping as once Miyoshi was in his arms, he never wanted him to leave and didn’t know how to. It would be troublesome to skip out on work and all of his classes if he could be with Miyoshi and Kaminaga was well aware that he wouldn’t mind in the least. Waking up beside this alluring muse would do such a thing, and yet, he knew that simply couldn’t be why Miyoshi’s demeanour had suddenly altered at once.

Even if he appeared to be deterred by Miyoshi’s admirers, that wasn’t the entirety of it. Kaminaga had already settled that Miyoshi was unrivaled to a mere casanova and was unlike one in every way. Symptoms of a seeming jealousy could entertain him not when it was irrefutable that there was even something that could frighten Miyoshi, and so, Kaminaga allowed the relentless beat to pass.

“Miyo...I’ll always be impressed by you too...but—” Kaminaga paused again and in a subdued movement, his fingers began to caress and remedy the anxious shudder in the younger man’s palm that immediately followed. “That’s not it, is it? ...What aren’t you telling me?”

At the darting stare, Miyoshi fumbled and cautiously tightened his hold. Kaminaga hadn’t wavered in spite of the hastened movement and Miyoshi was nearly certain that he’d already been defeated by the fervent glimpse that did well to unravel him. Though Miyoshi couldn’t help but entertain that perhaps this line of thought was nothing but a desperate notion that stemmed from his relentless narcissism. Or maybe, it was what seeped from his fright and began to surface altogether from a measly apprehension.

For Miyoshi was always vain; lacking not and evidently superior through innate wiles alone. He knew this; he most definitely ingrained this demeanour from the start and yet, Kaminaga was the only one who he felt the unnatural need to enthrall in nothing less of a precarious and enticed manner. It had to be done—and that was what inherently frightened him.

Miyoshi was unsurpassed, as was Kaminaga. It was in light of these very quintessential flaws that they longed to impress the other through games of competition. For perfection was beautiful and yet, redundant when not improved upon. As was a loss that was constant—a conclusive apathy that was presented not to the worthy. That was after all, the results of their annual competition, and Miyoshi hadn’t the gall to dismiss such an undermining endeavour.

“You dislike the mundane, Kaminaga. Would that also include what’s repetitive?” Miyoshi inquired softly, faltering when their eyes locked and took note of Kaminaga’s peer that soon grew disoriented.

Stumbling wasn’t a feasibility he needed part in and as he acknowledged Kaminaga who was beginning to piece the unspoken truth through this notion alone, Miyoshi had at last asserted that he himself was daresay...unworthy.

“Kaminaga, what do you think of our annual competition?” Miyoshi cautiously mustered, ceasing any semblance of prior response and stood his ground.

Pausing slightly, Kaminaga had the gall to chortle all the same and answer fluidly as though he’d been waiting in mere anticipation.

“Your efforts are all the more attractive to me.” Kaminaga mused and even if Miyoshi begged to differ, that alluring grin was always just enough for him.

Naturally so, Miyoshi wouldn’t be able to live it down if he had to do something as unnerving as pleading in Kaminaga’s presence, and even more so, if the pleading was for Kaminaga. That just wouldn’t do. Tonight, however, he’d begged to differ just once more. Just this once, he’d plead—desperately and uncharacteristically so—that Kaminaga, as teasing and enticing in all of his infallible charms, would most definitely prove him wrong for all that he was. It was his own selfish demand that he wouldn’t dare take no as an answer for.

“And the outcome?” Miyoshi uttered softly, allowing the words to venture at their own gradual pace and innately mirrored his ever emanating dread.

“Expected of a crowned victor~” Kaminaga remarked with a boastful air, winking flirtatiously all the same.

“And...me?” Miyoshi unconsciously murmured and scarcely staggered as his voice grew frightened at such a feat. “Kaminaga...will you also grow tired of—”

“I love you.”

It was in the apprehension that cruelly continued to bustle about and the emitting doubts within the air, that everything had abruptly pummeled to the ground and Miyoshi was at last at point blank. For that mischievous grin was burning like wildfire into his very being, and Miyoshi had nearly gasped aloud at the mere whisper of his amour.

“...D-Don’t interrupt.” The younger man reprimanded quietly and timidly diverted his gander, concealing himself for the faintest second. “Of course you do. You always have.”

“Then how do you suppose I grow tired of you when your best efforts at our little game is the result of your fear of losing me, rather than the competition? It’s tiring alone to even fathom that it would even be possible to grow tired of you.” Kaminaga asserted with the teasing glint reflected in his eyes, and gently smiled in pleasantries when Miyoshi grew bashful.

Faintly emitting a timid hum in acknowledgment and eyeing him subtly, Miyoshi pursed his lips cautiously and parted from Kaminaga’s hold. Despite the bemused expression that faced him from the curious gesture, Miyoshi’s line of sight soon fell upon Kaminaga’s in utter delight and the younger man smirked all the same. Fortunately, Kaminaga knew better than to allow Miyoshi to bestow words of contempt to save face and found himself far too amused by the boyfriend who more than likely figured out his scheme that was yet in play. Nevertheless, Kaminaga would play his hand anyway.

“Miyoshi~ are you playing coy with me? You should know best when these games aren’t nearly as exciting if I can’t play them with you.” Kaminaga continued cunningly and squeezed Miyoshi’s nose with a light chuckle. Despite that his palm was immediately slapped away, he grinned and savoured the silly scowl he received.

Teasing, of course, was most definitely the suggested course of action when that adoring frown was growing all the more skeptical. For it was irrefutably impossible to even consider boredom when Miyoshi was with him and naturally, Kaminaga absolutely needed to reward the overly sweet notion of Miyoshi working hard to make certain of that. Triumphs in silly competitions between the two were mere foreplay after all. Even if it meant losing as well was just as alluring, and that he’d remind Miyoshi as many times as necessary.

“Isn’t it strange that you manage to keep me on my toes, as if I’m afraid that you’ll actually grow an extra five centimetres after all? Except that,” Kaminaga proclaimed lovingly, before snorting at the vexed expression who inherently knew where this ‘romantic’ assertion was headed. Not that Kaminaga was even capable of stopping that lovely tongue of his. “you definitely won’t!”

“...Shut up.” Miyoshi responded in agitations, biting back the smallest of laughter that was threatening to unveil itself and lightly thrust a finger against Kaminaga’s chest.

Though it was only far too evident that the gentle push wasn’t nearly as perilous as it should’ve been, and Miyoshi’s focus had then found sanctuary elsewhere; utterly unconvinced from the words exchanged just moments before. There was soon a discerning glance that treaded just past the barista and at an unbeknownst realm. The stare that momentarily met Kaminaga’s was restrained and searching for what wasn’t before him, as if he were caught in a daze. Crinkling his brow at such an implication, Kaminaga paused for an impetuous second before glimpsing back at Miyoshi again.

The younger man was now finding interest in only the oddest of entities, and it was all too strange to fall unnoticed whatsoever. Miyoshi must’ve known for as Kaminaga teasingly blew hot air against his boyfriend’s visage, his lips immediately frowned at the gesture and their eyes locked at once. Miyoshi was seeping of skepticism and guilt, and it was proven dearly as his finger shuddered subtly when he reached out for Kaminaga in retributive jest. Judging by its position, Kaminaga could only grimace at the thought of a forehead flick that would be far too pitiful for a man of Miyoshi’s caliber. It was as he abruptly stopped the cold hand in its tracks and planted a kiss upon Miyoshi’s knuckle that Kaminaga at last, was all the more certain.

Alas, there was another ungenuine and hurtful smile from Miyoshi.

Heaving a breath, Kaminaga scarcely eyed the empty doorway as he let go of his boyfriend’s hand in regret and noted the semblance of distress hiding before him. As he ventured from behind the counter and to Miyoshi’s side, he grasped that same hand at once and gently led him to the vacant back corner. Naturally, he’d made extra precautions in knowing that they wouldn’t be observed and carefully placed Miyoshi’s bag upon the table for he needed not of anything getting his way of holding him near. Miyoshi, however, darted a bemused glimmer in his expression and Kaminaga merely wrapped his arms around his boyfriend’s waist in complete ignorance of the now contemptuous glare.

“Hey...being able to keep up and even best me isn’t the only reason why I’m so in love with you, and only you, silly Miyo.” Kaminaga steadily persisted through a softened murmur, a single hand carefully parting from behind. As he lifted Miyoshi’s chin upwards, the bashful orbs then greeted his own. “I’m already the best, even more than you sometimes...but that’s exactly why I enjoy playing our little games so much.”

Pink was dusted upon Miyoshi’s cheek in a reluctant blush and he bit his lip timidly, succumbing to the forceful words that made him falter. He’d nearly forgotten to scold Kaminaga for having the gall to even utter that he was daresay second, but as his hand was pressed against Kaminaga’s chest in adoration, he hadn’t the reason to punish that all too sweetened gaze. Surely he’d known for years and years that it was rather foolish to even doubt the extent of Kaminaga’s affections, and even his own weakness in turn. The only one who could unravel every whim when Miyoshi hadn’t said a word and merely suggested as so, was holding him safely in his arms and emitting that unrivaled radiance in his smile—for the perfect competitor was an even more consummate lover.

“Why should I settle for the best when you make me wanna be even better, and impress you each and every day?” Kaminaga mused lovingly and grinned at the boyfriend who hadn’t a single mutter in response, his hand that softly began to caress Miyoshi’s cheek in a discerning enamourment. “It might be rare for us to think the same, but I also know that you alone are the only one worth impressing.”

What was more gratifying than escalating the quintessential for pride alone, was enchanting the only one who could exceed all expectations and be delighted all the same by those very notions in turn. There was no meaning if it wasn’t Kaminaga.

His face was obstinate in radiating of that decisive and regal crimson hue. Miyoshi, however, was also quite decisive in acknowledging that such a vision was faultless and in fact, premeditated. For Red was a color fit for an emperor and he only looked most beautiful in the colour that Kaminaga painted upon him.

“Were my efforts wasteful then?” Miyoshi faintly pondered in place of his once dubious concerns; the very ones that were as baseless as the amount of chocolate that Kaminaga had been gifted from grade school until now.

In spite of the aftermath, Miyoshi had still tossed aside his pride in a desperate endeavour to hold him near—the him that knew not of parting whatsoever. Though the older man merely feigned a gasp at Miyoshi’s staggering regret and was now reassuring him yet again with that whimsical chortle.

“Never. It’s quite the opposite~!” Kaminaga insisted and teasingly pressed a peck at the corner of his mouth in taunts.

As he reached for the palm that remained on his cheek and plummeted his own upon that same hand, Miyoshi was well aware that the rather intimate proximity and irrefutable glint reflecting in Kaminaga’s eyes were forcing him to relent into disarray. Even the hot breath that trickled upon his lips from the suffering gesture just moments before and how Kaminaga’s all too alluring airs had never ceased to make him falter into a dizzy incantation. That subtle but flirtatious smirk most certainly knew of its effect, and Kaminaga was daring him with every ephemeral second that passed them by. Not that Miyoshi would ever allow him to triumph so easily, even in spite of the crimson painted upon his visage and had at last pushed his mischievous enchanter away.

“Well...if you’re so sure of yourself, then I have nothing to concern myself with.” Miyoshi responded with a rather familiar and inciting guile. “If you defeat me, that is. It doesn’t really matter when game play aside, you’ll always give in to me.”

The deriding and unrivaled pleasantries of his gentle smile had returned and Kaminaga willingly swallowed the bait. Those sweetened and tauntful words that rolled off his lover’s tongue were everything after all. Nevertheless, the captivating spell had abruptly turned disdainful at the sight of Miyoshi’s inconspicuous glance and now crossed arms. Kaminaga grimaced at once; he was about to get scolded.

“And what’s even more impressive, is that you have to gall to be so demanding and not apologize yourself.” Miyoshi reprimanded, frowning inconspicuously in spite of his evidently entitled and pompous airs. “If you weren’t being so petty, maybe we’d be having dinner right now.”

Not that Miyoshi wasn’t equally at fault and that neither were truly at fault when it had all been a silly misunderstanding taking form in discouraged contempt. Even if the mere notion of Miyoshi admitting defeat to him and ‘being the only one worth impressing’ was all the more enticing.

Kaminaga should’ve known better, of course. Miyoshi wouldn’t dare dismiss the spitefully ‘loving’ greetings he’d been offered at their abrupt meeting, and truthfully however, they really should’ve been having dinner instead spiting each other from misinformed dismays. His intentions naturally didn’t entail of harsh gestures and yet, Kaminaga panicked at seeing the one whose demeanour had altered in the strangest of notions and sufficed with a faltering front. For what he once dismissed as Miyoshi feeding his ego on Valentine’s day, was in actuality, Miyoshi’s unbeknownst fright. It was the innate, however, that Miyoshi had easily unraveled him and drew upon his core.

“Do I really have to apologize when Mr. Son-of-the-Dean keeps stealing my boyfriend? How about we do something about him instead, hmm?” Kaminaga grumbled through a most subtle and bashful air, steadily entwining their fingers when the blush growing across his cheek was more blatant than discrete. “I can’t help but be...mildly...jealous...”

“Naturally, though, aren’t you sorry that you don’t get to spend more time with me?” Miyoshi prompted softly with the words nearly stumbling in a graceless mumble, emitting from his lips in a hidden apprehension. Perhaps frivolous and hasty all the same, he thought better to close their distance through a needy embrace. “You know those girls don’t matter as much to me. Only you matter.”

For if he didn’t, Kaminaga most definitely would’ve uncovered and teased the floundering expression painted upon his visage. Kaminaga was simply unfair to even mention his unrivaled and jealous impulses that Miyoshi knew only to surrender to.

“I am…” The older man boastfully noted and urged himself against lowering his guard, in spite of Miyoshi’s all too evident and irrefutable weakness.

It was unlike Miyoshi to perform acts of public affection or...affection at all really. Surely this was no different, and it wouldn’t be devious in the least to test the waters in measly skepticism that the narcissistic Miyoshi was in fact hiding himself. For as Kaminaga was growing all the more amused, he purposely repressed himself from returning the adoring gesture in a seeming bewilderment. With a hot breath draped upon his ear and a teasing kiss that too had followed suit on his cheek, Kaminaga knew better than to fall victim to the deceitful ploys that he absolutely loved to hate.

Gently pushing Miyoshi away, he made certain to steal a glimpse at the timid and diverted expression that fell into the open at last. With a haughty snicker emitting from his lips, Kaminaga roughly drew Miyoshi back in with a single arm snaked behind his waist. He dared not to suppress the grin that seeped of tauntful air when Miyoshi darted back a most baffled smirk. Whether he was bashful in denial or pompous and willing, mattered not—not when Kaminaga was the only one capable of calling Miyoshi, his.

“I’m also sorry that you have to work so hard in attending to those cute girls, when I’m the crowned victor of our little Valentine’s chocolate competition every year. I guess I can’t really blame you when I’m just as guilty.” Kaminaga goaded playfully and cruelly all the same, naturally exposing his gall to provoke his boyfriend earnestly so, even in the public eye.

“The guilty surely have faults as well, don’t they? Admit to your crimes then.” Miyoshi demanded with that unbearable conceit oozing from his teasing gaze, fingers gently toying at the older man’s chest as though to rouse him. “...Even if your smallest of jealousy is the slightest bit...arousing.”

“So you like it then?” Kaminaga taunted cheekily at the subdued hint of crimson dusting across Miyoshi’s alluring visage, and eagerly motioned his intents with a thigh pressed between the younger’s man legs knowingly. The delightful gasp escaping Miyoshi was but another jewel he’d worship to the ends of the earth. “You’re just as arousing when you’re frustrated so, I guess I am sorry.”

“Bastard. You should know better.” Miyoshi readily scolded with a softened smile reserved for Kaminaga alone.

Regretfully pushing Kaminaga’s advances aside and gently so, he then wrapped his arms around his lover’s neck and indulged in the scenic pleasantry that was his sole possession.

“I suppose I should.” Kaminaga mused in agreement and faltered to the sweetened and affectionate touch, adorning that sly grin that suited him well and closed the minimal gap. “Now kiss me and teach me to know better.”

Lightly humming in response as Kaminaga’s demand was all the more provoking with the enticing bedroom eyes and a luscious breath drawing near, Miyoshi supposed he could allow him the pleasure when he too was in longing for more than a mere sample. Even if Kaminaga was childishly closing his eyes and now puckering his lips like a fool. As Miyoshi’s line of sight momentarily wandered elsewhere in precautions of disturbing the public, he then acknowledged an inconspicuous gander from Kaminaga’s superior and backed away in hesitations.

Even if said employer had now diverted his attention and would more than likely make an exception for the remains of Valentine’s day, it wouldn’t do well to cause problems for Kaminaga at the job he couldn’t afford to lose. He was constantly insisting on footing the bill and contributing when it wasn’t necessary after all.

“...Your manager’s looking.” Miyoshi whispered upon eyeing Kaminaga’s now dejected pout.

In spite of the warning, there was a semblance of a whine escaping Kaminaga and then a devious chuckle at Miyoshi’s very shy remark. As the older man thought better to spitefully steal a glance at his manager, Miyoshi immediately cupped his face between his palms and wordlessly forbid him.

“Because we’re so cute~!” Kaminaga nonchalantly boasted in glee, earnestly attempting to reassure Miyoshi of his blatant worries.

It was odd really that his narcissistic boyfriend would adoringly grow bashful under the watch of others, and yet, it was delightful all the same.

Nevertheless, Kaminaga was still in need to taste a certain someone’s teasing lips and as he cautiously strived to do exactly that, Miyoshi torturously smirked and had an even more forceful hold on his face. The overly familiar cruelty was but another notion that Kaminaga entertained in wonder if he was actually a masochist for Miyoshi. Naturally, he knew the answer in spite of his rampant denial.

Heaving a dismayed huff and pouting all the more, Kaminaga sufficed with at least planting a kiss against Miyoshi’s nose when he regretfully relented. Though said boyfriend had parted from him far too quickly for his liking and seemed to have blatant intentions of otherwise—like always.

“And because,” Miyoshi promptly reminded, steadily venturing behind Kaminaga with a reclaimed bag at his side and pushed him back towards the empty counter. “you’re not doing your job.”

Merely humming in response as he not so secretly grew amused from the gesture alone, Kaminaga abruptly paused in his tracks to torture Miyoshi just a moment longer and snorted at the immediate slap he received. Love was pain after all, and his boyfriend never went easy on the supposed and adoringly ‘playful punches’.

“You’re right. I should be doing you right now.” Kaminaga flirtatiously mused when he’d been forcefully returned to the workstation, his drawl that was low and husky and ever so daring with the mischievous wink. “Why don’t I prove to you how sorry I am?”

Naturally, Miyoshi wasn’t so easy to sway and hadn’t even batted a eye from the teasing. Or so he thought for Miyoshi was gently chuckling to his utter disbelief, and as his eyelashes fluttered in a captivating motion upon meeting eyes, he was all the more certain that Miyoshi was undoubtedly unfair.

“Make me a drink first. How about…” Miyoshi haughtily demanded as his voice soon trailed off, skeptically eyeing and toying at the frappucino advertisements before him.

“No, you wouldn’t like that one. Not this one either...” Kaminaga murmured as he observed Miyoshi’s fluctuating apprehension, deftly acknowledging the exact words he’d yet to say without so much as the motion of his finger. Miyoshi was only contemplating what he’d sampled once before and Kaminaga couldn’t help but snicker discreetly at such a feat.

Starbucks never was of Miyoshi’s caliber after all, and even so, Kaminaga had caught him attempting it on various occasions nonetheless and in blatant denial when questioned upon. Of course, he needed to know not of such overt reasonings and only adored him more; uncertain if such a possibility had even been in existence until now. For that notion alone, Miyoshi would most definitely be gratified with a drink that was worthy and to his appeal. It was the least he could do when Miyoshi had even swallowed his pride to woo his admirers in a discerning fear of losing grasp of his boyfriend.

“Just go sit and I’ll bring it to you. I’ll make it really special, okay?” Kaminaga added on, taking note of Miyoshi’s bemused expression when the debit card offered from his wallet was deftly ignored and Kaminaga sighed. “Miyo, put your card away. Actually...”

There wasn’t so much as a beat before Kaminaga had abruptly taken hold of both the card and wallet from Miyoshi’s grasp, and the younger man could only blink back in dismay. This wasn’t the first time that Kaminaga had confiscated his wallet and as he was immediately led to a seat, their fingers were evidently entwined and Miyoshi was unwilling to part with him.

In spite of his rather vain demeanour, it was the utmost of pleasantries that Miyoshi was nearly too sweet for Kaminaga’s taste and yet became his guilty pleasure all the same. Though perhaps that was because Kaminaga was the guilty one—guilty of keeping Miyoshi to himself and guilty for leaving him alone more often than not. Miyoshi in turn had attested to such an inclination for he’d readily pulled Kaminaga back when he separated from him.

“...You’ll never change, will you?” Miyoshi spoke gently with a faint smile unveiled upon his lips and urged Kaminaga down to his level with a needy drag of his hand, gazing upwards as he did so.

He’d only expected Miyoshi to scold him and yet, smiling softly and uttering the sweetened incantation was the cruelest of counter measures he could’ve chosen. Surely Miyoshi was well aware of such torturous means, for as their lips were now in proximity to dazzle the other, Miyoshi had firmly pressed his palm against Kaminaga’s chest and had but a single demand.

“Fine. Don’t leave me waiting.”

#♥fanfic #joker game #kamimiyo #♥Occupation: Love [3/5]

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