#his lives are always so chill and chaotic at the same time

[satorusugurugurl]

Can i request modern au!sukuna and reader just making out in the living room during gojos house party🫠 established relationship of course🙏

I Got You

Pairing: Ryomen Sukuna x FAB Reader (MODERN AU)

Word Count: 1,983

Content Working: alcohol consumption, mentions of weed, anxiety attack, making out, suggestive

A/N: This request was so flipping cute! Loving this Modern!Sukuna AU! Like always send me suggestions!! I love hearing about your chaotic horny brain worms!

“Hello, welcome, welcome!” Gojo Satoru yelled over the bass booming from inside the house. “Step inside my humble abode!” You wanted to roll your eyes at ‘humble abode’ as you and Sukuna stepped inside Gojo’s mansion. “I am your gracious host, sober as per usual! Beer pong is in the back; spin the bottle has turned into strip poker, so that's been moved into the basement.” Your blue-eyed friend peered over his dark sunglasses. “There's pizza, edibles, and drinks in the kitchen! Have fun, don't fuck in my room again. Suguru and I are chilling in the hot tub if you need us!”

With the completion of his speech, your host was off towards the back, dodging several drunk people. Gojo’s house parties were always the best. Hell, it's where you met Sukuna. They were full of chaos, laughter, and lots of memories. Usually, you'd be dragging Sukuna to the kitchen by now and snacking on edibles, nursing a rum and coke.

But you were a bit anxious.

Work has been so tense this week. Endless piles of paperwork, long days. Every day was the same: get up, go to work, come home, and make dinner before passing out in bed. You’d been so stressed it didn't help that you hadn't even spent time with Sukuna all week. So when Gojo invited you for a small get-together, you jumped at the opportunity. A party with your closest friends would ease the tension in your back.

What you walked into was not at all a small get-together. This was a full-ass Gojo Satoru party. It had probably started as a small get-together, but word probably spread, and Gojo would never say no to a good time. The more the merrier! But as the smell of weed and shouting echoed through the house, you were beginning to regret your choice.

Sukuna peered down at you from the corner of his eye. He could see the stress etched into your features. He had offered to take you to dinner, something quiet and calm after your hard week. But when you said you needed to blow off some steam, he didn't fight you. He'd been there, raising his two brothers. Work and school had him running to parties like this all the time before he met you.

If this is what you needed, he'd support you.

“Hey,” he bent over next to your ear, “you good? Want to get a drink?”

“Mmhmm!”

Taking your hand in his, Sukuna led you through the crowded halls into the kitchen. You searched for Nanami, Shoko, or anyone you knew, but you saw a sea of strangers. This was fine. It was okay; Sukuna was here. You were going to be OK.

“Want a rum and coke?” Sukuna yelled over the blaring music. His hand released yours. “Or something else?”

In the instant he was no longer holding you, you felt it. Your hands were shaking, and your index finger twitched—the telltale signs of an anxiety attack for you. Quickly folding your hands behind your back, you swallowed hard, heart pounding in your ears. You needed to get away, to find a quiet spot, but the last thing you wanted to do was make Sukuna worry about you.

“Surprise me!” You yelled back, looking around. “I'm going to go use the restroom!”

Your boyfriend had just started towards the drinks when you shouted at him that you were going to the bathroom. When he turned around, he watched you push through the growing crowd, clenching your left hand as you did. Sighing softly, Sukuna headed for the fridge to get what was needed.

You were shaking, eyes darting through the smokey halls, searching for privacy. The bathroom was locked, couples blocked the stairs, and people flooded through the front door. Fuck, fuck, fuck, you needed to get away from the noise and calm down! You rushed down the hall, finding the living room empty, except for a beer bottle on the coffee table. This must have been where Spin the Bottle was being played earlier. Thank fuck it turned into strip poker.

Plopping down on the couch, you stared down at your shaking hands. The index finger and middle finger twitched, pulsing as waves of anxiety slammed into you. To fight back tears, you shut your eyes tight just as your leg began to bounce. This was a nasty attack. Calm, stay calm. It would be okay.

Why didn't you listen to your boyfriend?! From the second you got in the car, you felt off. Something was going to happen, but you had no clue what it could be like a shadow figure was stalking you, waiting for the perfect chance to strike. Now that you were in the midst of your anxiety attack, it all made sense.

“Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry.” You whispered to yourself. “Don't cry.”

Despite telling yourself that, it didn't prevent the tears streaming down your cheeks. Fuck. This was not how you wanted to spend your Friday night. Poor Sukuna wouldn't want to spend the night like this, either. He was stuck taking care of his weak-ass girlfriend, who couldn't calm herself down. He deserved more. Before your thoughts could spiral further, the couch dipped under someone's weight.

Turning your head to see who it was, you gasped as Sukuna cupped your face in his hands, kissing you deeply. Your heart skipped a beat as you kissed back. He pulled back, thumb brushing against your cheek before his lips were firmly against yours once more. The second kiss was deeper as he gently eased you back into the corner of the armrest.

Whimpering against your boyfriend's lips, you lifted, still shaking hands to his shoulders. Your fingers trailed over muscles as his own hands moved down the curves of your body. Sukuna’s grip was firm, holding you tight and reassuring you that he was here. That you weren't alone.

Sukuna’s tongue darted out, gently licking at your bottom lip, begging for you to allow him inside. You obeyed simultaneously, opening your mouth. His tongue slid into your mouth, deepening the already passionate kiss. Furrowing your brows, you pulled him on top of you as you laid back. Obliging your wants, Sukuna followed you, his body pressed against you. In all of the movements, never once did he break the connection.

You hadn't had a drink of alcohol or eaten one of the edibles, but you felt hazy. All thanks to Sukuna’s tongue buried in your mouth. He massaged your tongue gently with his as his hands mapped out the dips and curves of your body. Making mental notes of all the places he touched that made you squirm. The second he got you home later, those spots he would pay extra attention to. He'd mark them up, suck on them until you were begging for more.

That would be for later on. Right at this moment, you were his sole concern. He paid close attention to your body and how the tension melted away. Trembling that was driven by anxiety shifted into trembles of pleasure. The kiss meant to ground you slowly twisted into a kiss the two of you found yourselves lost in.

Your hands ran through his soft hair, pulling him closer to you. Your tongue moved against his, gently prodding and massaging it, tasting the faint traces of mint and rum. God, you felt high, so high off of him. Off of the Ryomen Sukuna, the man you were so lucky to call your boyfriend. He left you breathless in every way, shape, and form.

Which is why you pushed him back, a string of saliva connecting your lips as you gulped down the air. While you recovered from the breathtaking kiss, Sukuna eyed you. His chest heaving as he sat back, giving you some space. Fuck, he looked good. His hair was in disarray, his shirt wrinkled around the collar, and his eyes dark with lust. The two of you were drunk off each other, and you had the urge to get wasted, to drown yourself in him and nothing else.

You sprung towards him, sitting in his lap as your lips found his. This kiss wasn't as gentle as the first (if you could call it gentle). You nipped at his lips, causing him to groan against your mouth, his eyes rolling back into his skull. His hands ran up and down your back, encouraging you to keep going. You cupped his face, kissing him like your life was on the line.

Sumina moaned as you made out like teenagers on the couch. His hands tangled in your hair, tugging Y/H/C strands as you sucked and bit at his bottom lip. Fuck, you felt like a teenager. It felt good to lose yourself in his kisses.

“Sukuna! Hey, I couldn't find my ice pack—oh!” you pulled away from Sukuna’s lips, panting heavily. Gojo was wet, towel around his waist as he held a bag of frozen peas. “Well, huh, I guess you have it covered?” Your white-haired friend asked, tossing Sukuna the peas.

Suluna caught the bag, glaring at Gojo with flushed cheeks. “Yes, now go!”

“Okay, okay! Just remember to wrap it up!”

“Fuck you, Gojo!” Sukuna yelled after him as he rushed off. “Stupid fuckin’ bastard.” Sukuna sighed, leaning his head back against the couch, his very hard erection pressing against you. “Ruining the mood.”

You cocked an eyebrow, eyes darting from your boyfriend to the peas, trying to put the two together. While your mind tried to connect the dots, Sukuna sighed. The sound rumbled in his chest as he picked up the bag, pressing it gently against the back of your neck.

The cold jolted down your spine, making you jump, your hips rutting against him. “Fuck! That's cold!” Sukuna hummed, eyes wandering over your face.

“Good means it's working.” Words trailed off before he looked away, flushing a deeper shade of red. “You feelin’ better?”

“Huh?”

“You were having an anxiety attack, right?”

You blinked at his words; he knew he had seen it. “How did you know?”

“Well, for starters, I’m your boyfriend.” His signature cocky smirk graced his lips. “Plus, you kept clenching your hand, taking super deep breaths, and I noticed your fingers twitching.” God, how embarrassing was this? You groaned, pressing your forehead against his. “Hey, it's okay, I got you. I would have been here sooner, but I couldn't find any ice packs.” his hand gently rubbed circles into your thigh. “So, I had to use my kissing skills to get you to hold your breath.”

“You do listen.” Holding your breath to stop a panic attack was something you and his brother Choso had talked about weeks ago over dinner. He had seemed bored, rolling his eyes as you both excitedly gushed over a paper he was writing for school.

“Of course, I listen.” His hand squeezed your thigh. “I've been listening to you since we played Seven Minutes in Heaven six months ago.”

“Seven Minutes in Heaven?” You giggled, pressing a kiss to his lips. “I think you mean an hour in heaven.”

Sukuna pulled the bag of peas away, shutting his eyes as he smiled. “An hour that changed my life completely.” His words had you biting your lip.

“Say Kuna~” you rocked against him, pleased to find him still hard. “What do you say we play that again? I want you to kiss me until I see the pearly gates.”

You didn't have to say it twice. The pea bag was thrown across the room, and frozen green peas rolled in every direction. You squealed as you were thrown over your boyfriend's shoulder, getting carried off to a more private location. You were squirming in excitement when his hand firmly smacked your ass.

“Oh no, look at that. Gojo left his door unlocked~!”

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[littlemissayu]

TWST Boys as ✨ PARENTS✨(Part 4)

ft: Diasomnia | pt.1 ; Heartsabyul & Savanaclaw | pt.2 ; Octavinelle & Scarabia | pt.3 Pomefiore & Ignihyde

TW: kids, pregnancy, reader is depicted as female, domestic, fluff

Malleus Draconia-

4-15 kids, this man lit up when you told him you were expecting. As King of Briar Valley, he gets an heir to the throne. As your husband he was thrilled that your family could grow. His kids are very chill, understanding; even as toddlers they rarely ever threw a tantrum , and when they simply calm down after 10 minutes. Very smart children as well have never had anything lower than 89%. Malleus teaches his kids there is work and there is play; there are times they have to treat him as Malleus Draconia, ruler of faes, and Sovereign of Briar Valley, but other times he just plain dad. He is an amazing dad, always supporting and making an effort with his kids. I think he mostly has boys.

Lilia Vanrouge-

The two of you have 3 children together(4 counting Silver). Your kids have the same lovable, playful, and intelligent charm to them like their father. They are very athletic and chaotic. You never forget the night you woke up to you 4 month hang on the ceiling above your sleeping figure; you never fail to let them forget it when they complain about you taking away their beauty sleep when you wake them up early for school.Lilia is ofc a great that , we see that, you see it, I see it, and most of all his kids see it. Your family never fails to put a smile on each other's face, no matter what happens. I think he'd have 2 girls and a boy. +Although Silver sleeps a lot he still the best big brother ever!!(their words!!)

Silver-

1 beautiful yet sleepy child. Never cried at night because their too busy sleeping. You finish feeding them? They're napping. They've been playing for 10 minutes? Needs a nap in between. It would've concerned you if it weren't for your husband. No matter how sleeping Silver is, he stays protective of your family, no one is putting a hand on to either of your hairs. If their's one thing he will never sleep through is your kids events, like plays, performances, speeches, graduation, etc. I highly believe he has a son.

Sebek Zigvolt-

5 loud children. Now you could be thinking that he's too busy guarding Malleus to have 5 whole living breathing miniature beings; BUT HEAR ME OUT! His thought process is that if he has more kids, he could train more people to being Malleus' devoted followers ^^. Now depending on who you are I'm going to assume your not gonna force your kids to serve Malleus ofc not!! But dw he does genuinely love his kids no matter what. Would he prefer that they served His regal, sophisticated, genius, master, king, prince, and lord Malleus; but he loves them the way they are!! HE IS AN A AGGRESSIVE SOCCER MOM/DAD AT HEART, you say his kid missed, no they didn't your delusional >:( Has shelfs of all their achievements and all really outstanding test grades go right on the fridge. 3 boys, 2 girls

A/N: Now Ik it took me forever to post this but I have been sick since Friday, so I didn't want to post while not fully myself. I feel better now, not completely back to my usual self but I can definitely post!!

Diasomnia Masterlist

TWST Masterlist

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst x reader #fluff #malleus draconia #malleus x reader #malleus draconia x reader #lilia vanrouge #lilia vanrouge x reader #silver twst #silver x reader #sebek zigvolt #sebek zigvolt x reader #sebek x reader #domestic #babies #tw babies

[ripdragonbeans]

Can I Move In? // modern!Aemond x Aegon'sBFF!reader

Summary: You and Aegon have been best friends since gods know when. Aemond's always in the background but you've always taken note of him. Maybe moving in with the brothers wouldn't be half bad.

CW: afab reader, second hand embarrassment, unprotected p in v, oral f receiving, Aegon being chaotic af, no beta

A/N: This is absolutely so self indulgent. It's just a fun fic. I love the dynamic between Aegon and reader here. What a chaotic duo.

Out of all the Targaryen siblings, the most chaotic and impulsive one was your best friend. You and Aegon were as thick as thieves, pulling off pranks on teachers, doing stupid dares, and living life to the most exciting way you can. You were always bold, never caring about whatever anyone thought about you, calling people out on their bullshit, and being unapologetically you. That's part of what made you and Aegon such wonderful friends. You two thrived on having fun and it was complete joy when you got into the same university. The only downside was that Aegon's little brother, Aemond, got in as well a year later, and moved in with Aegon.

According to Aemond, you guys had too much energy. Unlike Aegon, Aemond preferred the quiet and peaceful kind of atmosphere. With you and Aegon around, however, that kind of atmosphere was non-existent.

"YOU CHEATED!" Aegon yelled across the apartment.

You laughed maniacally as you sprinted into the kitchen. "Oh, get the fuck over yourself!"

Aemond groaned and dropped his head on the counter. The day had barely started and yet he was already at his peak tolerance for you and Aegon."Do you two really have to do this now?" He grumbled.

You skidded to a stop on the other side of the counter and forgot about running away from Aegon. "Why? Is something wrong?" You gave him a smirk. "Get that stick out of your ass and lighten up, Aemond. Besides, it's Saturday. You don't need to be all up in your classwork right now. Chill, dude."

"There wouldn't be a stick if you and Aegon were a little less annoying."

"Awwww, did you hear that, Aeg? He thinks we're annoying." You felt a yank on your hair and turned around to see Aegon smirking. "Fucking hell dude, you didn't have to pull that hard," you grunted.

"That's what you get for cheating in Mario Kart," Aegon countered. He stuck his tongue out at you before he looked at his annoyed brother and rolled his eyes. "He's always annoyed with us. But I think I know a way to make him even more miserable," he suggested with a knowing look.

Aegon's been lowkey coming onto you for years now. He didn't miss the way you've matured. He's always been a tits and ass guy and considered himself lucky for being able to be physically close to you.

You rolled your eyes at your best friend knowing full well he's been trying to get into your pants. "Aeg, no is no but I applaud your effort," you laugh.

Despite being so close to Aegon, you could never see yourself sleeping with him. Aemond, however? He could be an ass but you'd be a fool to ignore how absolutely fine he is. His silver-blond hair was almost always tied up in a bun with a few strands falling down here and there. The dress shirts he wore to classes had the top two buttons undone and the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. What made him hotter? His violet eye paired with a stunning blue fake one.

If Aemond wasn't Aegon's brother you'd be head over heels for him. His stuck up preppy attitude was annoying but you knew it was only because he focused so much on his classwork, something he wanted to excel in and make a future of. His loyalty to the family business was strong and you could tell that it bled to his dedication to his family. You'd be lying if you said that kind of dedication didn't turn you on. And truly, the times you've seen him relaxed and having fun have been beautiful. Aemond was truly beautiful and hot and you wanted more of him but figured it was best to play the annoying best friend of his brother.

Aemond let out an exasperated sigh and rubbed his eyes. "Can you two take this somewhere else? I have work to do."

"Well, maybe if you didn't do your work in a communal area that wouldn't be a problem. But fine, I guess Aeg and I can go somewhere else." You grabbed Aegon's hand and took him to his room to continue playing Mario Kart.

~~~

Aegon flopped down on the small couch. "I don't know how I've managed to live with him. He's always been an ass."

You landed next to Aegon and picked up a Switch controller. "You've been able to live with him because you're his brother and you have me as your best friend, Aeg. It's literally that simple," you grinned. "I'm here all the time so I might as well be living with you."

The Nintendo Switch started up and you clicked through to get to the home screen of Mario Kart.

Mario Kaaart eight! Let'sa Goooooo!!! Yahoo!

"Okay, so are you telling me that if you just moved in here permanently everything would be great and Aemond wouldn't have his head up his ass?" Aegon clicked through the characters and landed on Bowser on a bike.

"Of course, Aeg. The only way for it to work was to get Aemond to be okay with it since he, you know, pays for most of this, like the rent, electricity, WiFi, water. All of it, really." you explained.

“Hey, I pay the phone bill!”

“Congrats, you pay one thing.”

The two of you took your time picking out your characters even though you both had your go-to ones. But really both of you were stalling for time.

“You know, Aemond actually isn't bad when you're here. He's still an asshole but he's outside more and not holed up in his room,” Aegon shared.

You ignored the new information Aegon revealed and continued to pick your character. In the end you chose Isabelle from Animal Crossing.

Aegon's eyes darted to your side of the screen. "Isabelle? Really? She's not even part of the Mario universe!"

You rolled your eyes at his Mario purity talk. "Isabelle is the queen of everything and she'll fuck you up, I promise."

"Whatever, let's get this going."

After two rounds, Mushroom Gorge and Moo Moo Meadows, Aegon pressed pause.

"Aeg, what the fuck? I was beating your ass!" you complained. You put the controller down before you started smacking him repeatedly.

"Okay, hear me out. I just had an idea," Aegon grunted as he replaced his switch controller with a pillow to defend himself. "Bunny! Kitten!" he pushed himself lower into the couch.

"Dude, I was gonna win and you pressed pause!" You stopped hitting him and fell back into your spot and pouted at him. "And never call me those names again, too weird." A few beats of silence passed as Aegon recovered from his Mario Kart beating. You looked at him expectantly, "what's this idea that was so important?"

Aegon let out a big sigh, "Please don't hate me, but maybe if you could convince Aemond, he'd let you move in?"

"I understand that logic but… I don't see what you want me to do about it." You hoped he wasn't going to suggest something you'd never do: seduce Aemond.

"Get on his friendly side. I know it's gonna be hard and it's super vague but that's all I got."

"Oh, thank the fucking gods," you released a breath.

Aegon raised an eyebrow. "'Thank the fucking gods?' What did you think I was going to say?"

Heat rushed to your face and you immediately dropped your head in an attempt to hide. You really didn't want to tell Aegon what you thought he was suggesting.

"Come on, kitten. It can't be that bad," he commented.

"I'm gonna fucking stab you," you mumbled.

Aegon scoffed before reaching for his controller. You took the opportunity to settle yourself and reach for yours to start up again.

"Hey, if it makes you feel better, you can choose the course."

You gave him a smile. "Thanks, Aeg. Bowser's Castle so I can rip you a new one."

"Whatever you say, boss. You still gotta tell me what you were saying earlier." He clicked on Bowser's Castle.

Throughout the race you two were neck and neck, constantly trading first and second place. Aegon kept taunting you and pointing out your mistakes and bad turns. You would do the same but he wasn't struggling as much as you were.

"Uh oh, Isabelle, looks like I'm gonna pull a win this time!"

You rolled your eyes at him the best you could while still paying attention to the screen. He was right, he was gonna win and you'd never hear the end of it. Until you decided to drop what you thought earlier timed perfectly with a red shell.

"By the way," you started with a red shell in clutch, "I thought you were going to tell me to fuck Aemond." Red shell released.

"I'm sorry, what?" Aegon immediately turned to you, unwisely forgetting the game. Bowser got hit by the red shell, flipped, and Isabelle took the lead and crossed the finish line.

Securing your third win, you hopped up on the couch and let out an ungodly "I WON, BITCH!"

Aegon, however, was still recovering from your little comment to be upset about your sneaky Mario Kart tactic. "You thought I wanted you to seduce my brother so he'd let you move in?"

Coming down from your high you sat back down.

"And you were embarrassed by it?"

You felt a blush beginning to form. "Yeah, I mean it kinda caught me off guard. My mind just went to the worst case scenario, you know?" You let out a light laugh.

Aegon stared at you. You being flustered was not something that happened frequently. Or at all.

"Oh gods, don't tell me." He pushed down a laugh. He took you by the shoulders to turn towards him. "There's no way. Holy shit." Aegon let out a small laugh this time. "My best friend, my chaotic partner in crime, has a fucking crush on my pain in the ass brother, Aemond?!" He howled with laughter as he let go of your shoulders and toppled back on the couch.

Color was most definitely covering your face now. "Shut the fuck up, Aegon. It's not my fault you Targaryens are attractive," you defended.

Aegon crossed his arms. "Oh, so you think all us Targaryens are attractive? What about me, bunny?" His puppy dog eyes were fixed on you.

"First off, knock off the puppy look. Second, we both know that you just want a quick fuck and that could be really weird for us. Third, keep calling me weird ass pet names and I will absolutely fucking tear you apart."

"You'd tear me apart? Hm, maybe I'll keep doing it then." He laughed and knocked your shoulder with his while you scrunched your nose in disgust. "Okay, fine, I'll stop. Still boosts my ego to know you find me attractive though."

"Great, just what I wanted to do," you rolled your eyes and gave him a smile. "So, all I need to do is be friendly with Aemond, right?"

"Yeah, you could that. Or you can try to seduce him and maybe even fuck him," Aegon wiggled his eyebrows.

You gave a huff. "Fine. I'll do it, but what happens happens. As in I'm not telling you what I plan on doing."

"That's fine by me, just don't be too weird." He gave you a wink. "One last race to finish it out and then you can start your seduction on my brother."

"Fine. And don't call it that."

"Oh, and it's my pick now so I choose, drum roll please," he rolled his tongue and banged on the table. "Rainbow Road!"

The last race was not as successful for either of you. Bowser and Isabelle were constantly going off the sides. Terrible turns, very unlucky power ups, getting hit by bullet bills. It was a train wreck. Finally, you two finished the race.

You were the first to talk. "Well, that was shit," you laughed.

"At least we both placed overall," Aegon added.

You both put away the controllers before you strided over to the mini fridge and grabbed a beer for yourself and him.

"What's your plan to take Aemond's heart?" Aegon asked as he cracked open a cold one.

You gave him a mischievous smile. "That's for me to know and for you to maybe find out."

~~~~~~~

You gave it two hours before putting your plan into motion. Granted, you didn't really have a plan but you were always an improv girl. Aegon was back at his PC setup playing something call Balder's Gate 3. It was something about finding a group of people to travel the world and kill a bunch of creatures, or something like that.

You went to the mirror to primp yourself for Aemond. That meant changing clothes to something slightly more revealing, doing your hair a bit, and applying some light makeup.

You walked up to Aegon and gave him a little twirl. "Do I look seductive enough?"

His mouth dropped as he took you in. "All this time you kept those kinds of clothes in here and you never told me?"

You were wearing a low cut v neck blouse paired with a short, fluttery, floral skirt that gave a wonderful view of your ass if you bent down correctly. It emphasized your assets, your tits and ass.

"Well, yeah. They're emergency date clothes. I have other stuff here but I figured this would be better."

"Damn straight it's better." He was practically drooling.

"Close your mouth and go work on fucking that green chick in your game."

"Excuse you, her name is Lae'zel."

"Cool, bud. I'm gonna head out, wish me luck."

"Just don't be too loud, I can still hear things from my room."

You rolled your eyes at his comment and headed out the door. Right before you opened it to leave Aegon decided to yell.

"BYE, BUDDY, HOPE YOU FUCK MY BROTHER!"

You made a point to flip him off before slamming the door shut and making your way to the living room.

Unsurprisingly, Aemond was still at the kitchen counter working on his most recent project. The only difference is that there was now an empty coffee mug next to him. You didn't want to reveal yourself to him just yet so you leaned on the wall and watched him work.

You were immediately drawn to his hands, typing with precision and speed. You've always loved the way he worked. With his head bowed slightly to be closer to the screen and the hard concentration in his eyes it was no surprise he caught your eye. You've tried to make your advances known, granted in very subtle ways so Aegon wouldn't have any blackmail information, but they all seemed to have failed. This time would be different, though. This time you were actually committed to going through with this. Aemond was going to notice you whether he liked it or not.

He rarely let anything take his focus away but you wanted to be the person who does. Straightening your clothes you walked past him, hiking up your skirt just the smallest amount. You leaned over the counter so your blouse dropped the tiniest bit.

“Hey, Aemond,” you said in your sweetest voice.

He didn't look up.

“I'm really sorry about me and Aegon being loud. Mario Kart is competitive and brings out the worst in us.”

The apology Aemond lifted his eye to you. He was obviously still very annoyed but his interest has been piqued. He hummed in response.

“Aemond, I said I'm sorry. Please say something?” You gave him an obviously forced pouty face.

“You're apologizing for being too loud? You've been too loud here for years and just now you're saying sorry?” He raised his eyebrows at you. “Yeah, sure, I accept.” He went back to his work.

“That's it?” You straightened up, completely forgetting about the seduction mission, and popped your hand on your hip “‘I accept’? That's the best you can do?” Aemond was being an ass.

“What do you mean? What do you want me to say?” he shrugged.

“I want you to say ‘thank you for the apology, maybe we should start over’.”

“Start over? There's nothing to start over. You've been Aegon's best friend for years and I'm the annoying younger brother.”

You could hear a tint of bitterness in his words. Aemond was always there but he was right, he was just the annoying younger brother that you ignored. You never did anything with him. Until now.

Aemond began to get up and gather his things but you stopped him.

“What if I want to start over, what if I want to get to know you or something?”

He looked at you with curiosity but the look was gone as soon as it appeared.

Aemond took three strides to go around the island to face you. He trapped you between him and the counter and leaned forward so that you two were just a breath away. His breath was warm on your lips when he spoke.

“Then do it.” He released you and walked away, gathering the rest of his things, and left for his room.

You stood there confused as to what just happened. You were supposed to seduce him, not be challenged by him. Granted, it did make you a little excited but it was not what you expected. You knew that seducing him would take more than one try but that didn't look like the case. It seemed like your initial plan had taken a turn to actually get to know him.

You walked back to Aegon’s room only to find his face on his keyboard.

“Um, Aegon, you okay, bud?”

He mumbled his response to his keyboard.

“I didn't quite hear that,” you said as you moved to sit on his bed.

Aegon lifted up his head and instead of responding he screamed.

“Gods, Aegon! What was that?!”

“I died! My whole party fucking died and my last save was like an hour ago!” He covered his face with his hands.

“I'm sure you're going to be fine.” You started to strip to change to your regular clothes.

“No, I'm not! I have to level up again, get to Last Light Inn without my party getting cursed and -” he stopped when he turned to face you. “You're naked.”

“I'm not naked, Aeg. I still have my bra on,” you said as you pulled your joggers on. “Besides, it doesn't matter. I've changed clothes in front of you before, this isn't weird.” You pulled on your sweatshirt.

“I mean I'm never opposed to you changing when I'm around, I was just in the middle of telling you something very important and your incredibly attractive self distracted me.”

“Not my fault you find me attractive, Aeg,” you winked. “You were saying something about having to level up again?” You sat down on the bed.

“Yeah, stuff like that,” he waved it off. “I need you to tell me how it went in the kitchen. I didn't hear any yelling, but you're in my room and not his.”

“Why would I be in his room?”

“You know, fucking him? Like the plan?”

“I never said the plan was to fuck him, I never even told you my plan.”

“Sure, sure.”

You rolled your eyes at his dismissal.

“I think I need to revise the plan,” you thought out loud.

“Really? I couldn't tell with the lack of you being in Aemond's room,” Aegon said while he rebooted the game.

“Oh, shut up I'm gonna tell you stuff.” You took a deep breath. “I told him I wanted to start over, like maybe become friends but he basically said he wouldn't unless I put in the effort, which makes sense, but it caught me off guard. He never even looked at my tits or ass.”

There was a beat of silence before Aegon urged you to continue.

“His exact words were ‘then do it.’”

Aegon's eyes widened. “Oh shit, he's serious.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean he's actually giving you a chance to get close to him.”

You flopped backwards on the bed letting Aegon's words wash over you. Aemond was willing to have some kind of friendship or relationship and that itself was big. You always knew him to be standoffish, preferring to be by himself instead of around others but you were wondering now if it was just because he was scared.

“Ever since our nephew took his eye he's been alone, you know?” Aegon said in the silence.

You knew the whole relationship between them and their nephews was a complicated one. It was already odd with them being so close in age and then their family drama on top of that made it rough. There was enough of that before the accident.

“Aemond still holds it against him, hell I do, too. But he really got the bad end of it. His whole life turned miserable thanks to one stupid kid,” he continued.

You could hear the strain in Aegon’s voice. Even for him the accident was hard to talk about. The thought of losing an eye now freaked you out but losing an eye as a kid? That was unimaginable.

“So Aemond's just lonely?” You asked.

“That's one way to put it. He thinks he's an outcast. Never thought anyone would want him in any way. I mean there was that one chick that fucked him over real good. That relationship made him close up even more; unhealthy in all ways and that's coming from me. We didn't even know about it until it ended. Hell, he closed himself off to me, Helaena, and our mom.”

“I never pegged you and Aemond as being the closest of brothers, Aeg.”

“We know that we're all that we have. Me, Aemond, and Helaena. We don't take that lightly.”

“You guys have me; you know that.”

“I know, but it's different.”

Silence fell upon you two again as your mind wandered back to Aemond. Apparently he's already been in a relationship but it fucked him over so badly that he pulled away from his family? That sounded like too much. Aemond was never really willing to put himself out there but he went for a relationship anyway? A secret one? You wouldn't be surprised if he was still hurting, no matter how long ago it was.

Taking a deep breath you pulled yourself back up to a sitting position. “I think I'm just gonna try to include him more. That'd make him happy, right?”

“You can try but it'll take him a while. Your goal, sorry, our goal, is gonna be a while. As long as he doesn't have that stick up his ass all the time I'm chill with that.”

You nodded your head out of habit, even if Aegon couldn't see it.

“Can I crash here tonight? You dumped a lot of info on me and I don't really want to move anymore.”

“‘Course,” Aegon paused and you heard his smile in his next word. “Bunny.”

“Oh, fuck off,” you rolled your eyes and threw a pillow at him. “I know it's early but I'm gonna crash right now anyway. Or at least settle down.”

“You do you, I'm playing my game.”

You chuckled as you made yourself comfortable on Aegon’s couch. It wasn't out of the ordinary for you to spend the night so everything was fine. Everything except your racing thoughts. All you could think about was Aemond. You never thought he'd have all this sadness inside him but you just learned that there was. You turned over to hug one of the extra pillows and held it close as you sleep took you.

~~~~

You woke up the next morning to Aegon's snoring feeling. As you stretched your arms out you couldn't help but think about your next steps. After a few minutes of thinking you decided there would be no next steps, at least not official, planned out stept. You'd take it naturally, no rush. You quietly got up, making sure not to wake Aegon, as you left the room and headed towards the kitchen.

You were expecting Aemond to be there, knowing he was an early riser, and part of you was excited but the other was apprehensive. Either way you steeled your nerves and walked in.

The smell of coffee and fresh bread engulfed you, making your mouth salivate and your stomach growl.

“Morning,” came a lazy drawl.

It was Aemond. He was already working on his laptop on the kitchen island.

“Morning, Aemond.”

He looked up in surprise. “Oh, it's you. Thought you went home after yesterday.”

“I thought about it but I was really tired and didn't feel like putting in the energy to go back.”

He gave a hum of acknowledgement before going back to his work. He had a rugged look to him, despite being up and awake. After yesterday, there was more of a pull towards him than usual. You always found Aemond attractive, even when he was working. This morning was no different. His hair was in a messy bun with strands loose around his face.

Though he wasn't looking, you gave him an awkward tight-lipped smile and nodded your head as you went to pour your coffee. No words were exchanged between you two. All that could be heard was Aemond's typing and the occasional click of a mug being set on the island. You leaned on the counter across from him and held your mug, taking in the warmth. It calmed you, letting you settle down before breaking the silence.

“So, what's your plans today, Aemond?” You asked him.

“Just working, as usual,” he said without looking up. “Why do you ask?”

“Well, I was thinking we could hang out or something?”

Aemond straightened up to look at you. “You want to hang out? Don't you need to spend time with Aegon?”

“I don't have to spend time with him, I choose to. And now I'm asking you if you want to.”

He cocked his head in curiosity.

You took a few steps closer so you were right on the other side of the island. You locked eyes with him and leaned over. “Look, you told me if I wanted a friendship with you then I'd have to step up and do it. This is me doing it.” You stepped back to the counter as if nothing happened. “If it makes you feel better it can be the three of us hanging out,” you shrugged.

A smile pulled at the corner of his lips. “Yeah - I mean no - I mean no Aegon. We can chill. I still have to finish up some work so maybe in a few hours?”

“Yeah, I'll tell Aeg I'll be avoiding him today.” You give him a small smirk before turning on your heel and heading back to Aegon's room.

Just as expected, Aegon was still asleep. You didn't wake him, there was no rush. Aemond still had work to do and you had to sort through your…feelings. It was a quick exchange with Aemond but it was a little more intense than you expected. You didn't even realize how hard you were gripping your mug until you got back to Aegon’s room. Last night all you could think of was how close Aemond was to you when he leaned in. You could have pulled him into a kiss right then and there if you were thinking enough at the time but Aemond caused your brain to short circuit.

Chugging the rest of the coffee, you sat down on the couch and pulled up Animal Crossing on the Switch. You figured a little relaxing time with your island, The Red Keep, would do you some good.

After about an hour of Animal Crossing, Aegon finally woke up.

“So progress has been made,” you began as Aegon slowly made his way out of bed. “I’m hanging out with Aemond today.”

Aegon looked at you with sleepy eyes. “You?”

“Yeah. I offered to invite you if it made him feel a little better so it wouldn't be too awkward but he didn't want you dampening the mood.”

“Ha ha, very funny.”

“Anyway, I think we're just gonna hang out here. If he wants to go out I guess we will but I don't know where.”

“Look at you, going on a date with Aemond and being clueless. Ugh, you two are gonna be so cute,” he mocked.

You flipped him off as you got up and pulled out some extra clothes; black ripped jeans, a black crop top, and a dark red leather jacket paired off with your combat boots.

“So, how'd I look?” You asked Aegon.

“You look normal to me,” he shrugged. “Definitely the same vibes as Aemond. Don't get me wrong, he can be preppy as fuck, but the dude has a lot of punkish stuff.”

“I mean, I guess I've noticed it.” You thought about all the times Aemond wore his black leather jacket and how damn attractive he looked.

“Uh huh, sure,” he waved you off. “But now that I think about it, you two are kinda the same. You're way more fun than him. You have the same drive, even though you try to hide it but I get it, you have a reputation to protect as the troublemaker’s best friend.” He winked at you before turning back to his PC. “Anyway, I’m gonna spend the day finishing off the Thorm siblings so you have fun.”

“Thanks, Aeg,” you gave him a small smile. His dedication to his video games would always be something that you found endearing. Not only that, but he's always been a good friend to you and knew you the best. With that, you left Aegon’s room and headed to the kitchen.

Much to your surprise, Aemond was already there with no laptop or book nearby. He let his hair down for the day and, like you, was dressed in all black but without a pop of color. Absolutely hot as hell.

Shaking off your thoughts, you approached him. “I see we’re both dressed for a funeral. Maybe we’ll spend the day at a cemetery?” you joked.

Aemond looked at you with a bored face. “That's all you have? A cemetery joke?”

“Relax, I'm just trying to lighten the mood.” You bumped his shoulder against his. Looking up at him you could see the ghost of a smile. “Wanna go anywhere or just hang here?”

Aemond rubbed the back of his neck. “There's actually a place I want to check out. It's this ice cream shop called Winterfell and I've heard some nice things about it.”

“An ice cream shop?” You were taken back by his choice but was excited nonetheless. “Sure! We'll bring some back to Hel and Aeg if we can.”

“Yeah, cool.” A true smile, though small, graced his features.

“It's actually not that far of a walk if you don't mind it. I know it's a bit cold but it's not freezing.”

“I could use some fresh air so walking is fine by me.”

Aemond began to walk towards the front door but abruptly stopped. You bumped into him, losing your balance.. He turned around to catch you and you found yourself looking into his eyes. He smiled at you with a bundle of emotions but you couldn't figure out which ones. It was a mix of them; happiness, relief, thankfulness, kindness, excitement.

“Thanks for catching me. Guess I should be paying more attention, huh?” You laughed it off quietly.

“Yeah, I guess so,” he whispered back.

His eyes never left yours and for a brief moment it was just the two of you, lost in each other.

Aemond coughed, breaking the silence and quickly removed his hands from you and opened the door.

“Ladies first, as always.”

“Why, thank you, kind sir.”

He blushed at the comment and turned away to hide it but you didn't miss it. You smiled to yourself, proud of making him flustered.

A gust of wind welcomed you as you stepped out of the doorway. For most, the chill would cause them to curl inwards but you embraced it. The wind wasn't sharp and uncomfortable but rather welcoming like a gulp of refreshing water.

You stood there for a moment basking in the wind when you heard the door lock behind you and appeared by your side. Aemond's hands were buried deep in his pockets as if trying to keep them away from you. He held himself close, tight as a board. The two of you walked together in a comfortable silence. Soon the weather became colder and you ended up gravitating towards each other in a search for warmth.

“So, ice cream? You still want that?” You asked him, breaking the silence.

“Already made it this far, might as well keep going,” he smirked. “They have other stuff if you're too cold for ice cream.”

“I'm never too cold for ice cream,” you proclaimed, only to be cut off by a gust of wind that caused your teeth to clatter.

You tucked your hands in as much as you could and found yourself bumping into him. Aemond bumped you back playfully, a small smile gracing his lips. When you looked at him after being bumped back for the third time you couldn't help but notice how handsome he was when he would smile. It was as though the weight of the world left his shoulders; there was a kind of peacefulness to him.

You bumped him back again but when he retaliated you weren't prepared. He hit you slightly harder than before. Losing your balance, you found yourself heading towards the sidewalk. You couldn't get your hands out of your pockets quick enough so you mentally prepared for your face to smack the ground. Right as you closed your eyes to brace the fall, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist. Hands still awkwardly in your pockets, you twisted your neck to look at your savior, Aemond.

“Sorry about that.” He coughed to break the awkwardness as he steadied you back on your feet.

“Don't worry, it was just me falling for you,” you joked.

You tried to laugh it off, even pulling your hands out of your pockets to playfully hit his chest, but even you sounded unconvincing. Your laughter died as you noticed some more color on Aemond's cheeks.

“I mean, you know,” you stuttered, “it was more of me falling because of you but that's just semantics.” You laughed a bit more. “For, because, does it really matter?”

Aemond simply looked at you with wide eyes as he still held onto you tight.

You looked down, just realizing that he still had you in his arms, but made no love to leave. Even in the cold and through his leather jacket you could feel his warmth on your hands. There was that pull towards him again, wanting to bring him closer to you, to be closer.

Once again the two of you were simply caught up in one another, content with just being there. It wasn't until Aemond broke eye contact and looked around briefly that the moment ended.

“I think we're here,” he whispered.

You slowly removed your hands from his chest and moved out of his embrace to look around. On the roof of a cozy brick building was an image of a wolf eating ice cream on top of the name of the shop, Winterfell. The rim of the roof was lined with icicle shaped lights, giving it a permanent winter vibe.

Upon entering the shop, the two of you were welcomed by the sweet smells of vanilla and waffle cones. The simple scents brought a warmth that flooded your very being. On one side of the room was a grand display of ice cream and other desserts. The other side had cozy booths for customers to hang out and enjoy their treats. Looking up at Aemond you could tell that he found a sort of comfort as well. A content smile graced his face as he took it all in.

“Hey! Welcome to Winterfell, where it's always winter here!” Boomed voice from the cash register. He was scruffy but had a jolly face. “All of our ice cream is right up here, and we have a lot, so take your time!”

Together you went up to the display of colorful ice cream. You made sure to examine each flavor carefully, focusing on the labels that said what was in each ice cream. Out of all the flavors you finally landed on a s'mores flavored one; vanilla ice cream with marshmallow fluff, chocolate chips, and Graham crackers bits. After you paid for your waffle bowl you turned towards the booths only to find Aemond already halfway done with his vanilla bean waffle bowl. You were so enthralled by the ice cream picking process that you didn't even realize that Aemond had his five minutes ago.

“Why didn't you tell me you already picked yours?” You asked as you settled into the seat opposite of him. “If I had known you were already eating I would've sped up my process.”

“You seemed very invested, I didn't want to interrupt,” he said seriously. He held your stare for a beat before breaking into a smile. “Really, it's okay.”

“But now I have to rush so you don't sit here waiting for me.” You threw your hands up in exasperation.

“It's okay, we can chill here.”

You snorted at the pun. “Heh, chill.”

Aemond rolled his eyes before taking a bite of his ice cream. “I've been wanting to ask,” he started. “Why the sudden ‘let’s hang out’ and ‘let’s start over?’”

“Honestly? I wanted to get to know you. You've constantly been around my life and I figured it would be cool to invite you in a little more,” you shrugged. “Okay, that and Aegon thought if we got closer you'd be less of an ass.”

“That sounds about right for Aegon. But, um, thanks for reaching out to me a bit.”

You could tell Aemond was uncomfortable but thankful all the same. He never really had any friends, never had anyone to do these kinds of things with so this was all kind of new to him.

You reached over the table to place your hand on top of his. “We’re friends, Aemond.”

“Yeah, friends.”

~~~~~~

Over the next few weeks, you and Aemond grew closer and closer. On days when Aegon was too busy with Baldur's Gate 3 - he kept making new saves - you would hang out with Aemond. Some days it was walking to Winterfell, sometimes he would help you study, and other times it would just be you two in the same room doing your own thing but enjoying the presence of the other. Looks were shared between you two that some would consider longing or loving but neither of your acted on them. There were stolen moments of peace every time you hung out with him. Subtle touches that could be interpreted as something more. But the first time you kissed his cheek is when everything began snowball into something more.

You were struggling in a philosophy class at uni and it was showing. Not only was your grade falling but your attitude wasn't the best because you were having shit grades.

Sitting at the kitchen island you smushed your face against your textbook and groaned. “This is impossible!”

“Aw, come on, kitten, it can't be that bad,” Aemond said as he walked in. He held a mug full of hot chocolate and set it down next to you.

“Don't ask me why, but you calling me kitten is nowhere near as terrible as Aegon calling me that.”

“It's because I'm special,” he winked.

You lifted your head off your book and looked at Aemond with those puppy dog eyes you pull off so well.

“Help me, please?” You pouted.

“No need for the look, of course I'll help you.”

Aemond pulled up a chair and sat next to you. You loved it when he was this close and was glad you had the excuse of a philosophy class problem to be with him. You never forgot the plan you had with Aegon but it stopped being that and turned into a genuine desire for friendship, and more, with Aemond. There was no more end goal to move in, just a goal to stay in their life as long as possible. But moving in would be a great perk as well.

Aemond's hair cascaded down his back. When he leaned forward to get a closer look at the book and your work it fell just past his face. You couldn't help but smile at the focus he had on your work. He always took classwork seriously, even if it wasn't his. Even with his hair blocking your view you could see the intensity in his eye.

“Your problem is your reasoning right here.” Aemond circled a sentence with the cursor. “You're playing into a false dilemma fallacy that anyone, if they're paying close attention, can debunk in a minute. Just because these are the most obvious results doesn't mean they're the only ones. There are more answers and you can find them but you have to look. Using the false dilemma fallacy makes your reader, your professor, feel childish. Of course the outcome isn't obvious but it isn't just these two options, either.”

“Yeah, that makes sense. I'm just exhausted right now.” You reached for the mug of hot chocolate. “I've been working on classwork for the last few hours and I'm spent. Not all of us are like you, Aemond.”

“It's a skill that can be learned; you'll get there, kitten.”

“Thanks, Aems. You should go so I can focus.”

“Wow, didn't know I had that kind of effect on you, kitten. Kinda makes me want to stay.” A mischievous smile graced his lips as he leaned forward.

You leaned forward to meet him, drawn in by his stupid, yet attractive, smirk. Aemond’s eye darted to your mouth before meeting your eyes. He was giving you an out but you didn't want it. You've wanted him, always wanted him, and now was your chance. You were about to close the distance when you panicked at the last second and moved to kiss his cheek instead.

You pulled back as soon as you could and stuck your head in your work and coughed. “Didn't know you could be as much of a flirt as Aegon,” you laughed awkwardly.

Aemond stepped back, embarrassed. “Yeah, I, um…yeah. I'll leave you to your work then come back and check on you, yeah?”

He left without waiting for a response. When you heard his door close you released your breath.

You and Aemond almost kissed. Almost. But you freaked out and moved to kiss his cheek instead. It was so close, something you've been dreaming about for years, even though you wouldn't admit it, almost happened. Running your hands through your hair you made a plan. It was a stupid plan but it was a plan nonetheless. You'd get Aemond, or at least you'd tell him how you feel. It would just have to be in your style.

~~~~~~

“Hey, wanna have a go at Mario Kart?” You asked him. Today was a relaxing one. You, Aemond, and Aegon were all together in the living room doing your own thing but you were getting restless.

“Mario Kart?” Aemond raised his eyebrows at the suggestion. “You and Aegon turn into complete maniacs.”

You pulled out his nickname. “Aw, come on, Aems!”

“Yeah, Aems,” Aegon snickered.

“Oh, shut up, Aeggy,” Aemond threw back.

“She doesn't even call me that! It's Aeg”

You watched the two bicker in amusement. They may not always have been super close but since you reached out to Aemond their relationship has gotten stronger. They joked around more, even if the insults were still harsh, but it was better than it was before. Aegon even noted it was like how they were when they were younger.

“The three of us can't even play together, we only have two controls,” Aemond argued.

Aegon started to say something but you cut him off quickly. “Okay, fine. A tournament then. You and Aegon play first and whoever wins has to play me.”

Aegon and Aemond grumbled but gave in to the terms.

You watched as they chose their characters. They were certainly…choices. Aegon chose Donkey Kong, which made sense. Crazy and chaotic, much like himself. Then Aemond chose Bowser. On one hand it took you by surprise but on the other it also made sense. After the last few weeks you've learned that Aemond wishes for control, something he's never really had. Aemond in a position of power was something to think about. Quiet and reserved as he could be, you could only imagine what it would be like to be completely at his mercy. Under him, pushed up against a wall, or even his hand at your throat or -

“Every single race is gonna be one of the rainbow roads or any of the harder ones! No skimping out with fucking moo moo meadows this time!” Aegon pulled you out of your thoughts.

Aemond and Aegon were neck and neck the entire time. One race Aemond would win then the other Aegon would win, it was a constant back and forth. The first round of races ended up in a tie, resulting in a second round tie breaker. You rolled your eyes as the brothers hurled insults at and tried to distract each other.

“You drive like an asshole!” Aegon yelled.

“Gotta be an asshole to win, brother,” Aemond quipped.

“Don't you dare use that fucking blue shell or I swear - FUCK!”

The blue shell whizzed past four drivers between Donkey Kong and Bowser, zig zagging through the course until it caught up to Donkey Kong, effectively throwing him up into the air and stunning him for a second. In those precious moments Bowser sped past but Aegon was quick to recover. The two were bumping each other, trying to get the other to fall off the side of the course. But Aegon had one last trick up his sleeve to win the race.

“Hey, Aemond, I think our friend here has a little crush on you,” he said with a smirk.

Aemond lost his concentration and immediately snapped his eyes to you. Aegon seized the moment and raced past a slowed down Bowser to claim his win.

Aegon threw his fist in the air in triumph. “Ha! I win, loser! Okay, come on, next round it's you and m - oh.”

You barely heard Aegon and his shouts over the ringing in your ears. All you could do was look at Aemond. He looked at you with eyes wide, mouth slightly agape. You felt blood rush to your cheeks.

“Um…I think I should go,” you whispered. You dropped your eyes to the ground and dashed out of the room in two strides. Closing the door, you leaned against the wall and buried your face in your hands. There weren't any tears but you could feel the embarrassment tighten your chest. You were about to get up and leave when you heard hurried talking from the room you just left.

“You fucking idiot, did you really want to win so badly that you'd make her fucking leave?” Aemond asked.

“Yes and no. Neither of you were going to make a move so I decided to speed things up. You two are hopeless.”

You straighted up at that comment. Aegon was implying that Aemond felt something more than just friendship with you but you couldn't wrap your mind around it. You wouldn't let yourself. Letting yourself believe that meant being vulnerable. You took a deep breath and opened the door.

“Aemond, if you would please give me and Aegon the room that would be wonderful.” You said stiffly, your glare never leaving Aegon.

“Yeah, sure.” Aemond made it out of the room in three quick strides, closing the door behind him.

You waited a few seconds to make sure that he wasn't around.

Aegon made himself small on the couch, trying to sink into it.

“Hey, kitten, listen I -”

“Don't. Call. Me. Fucking. Kitten.”

“Okay, okay. Noted, noted, noted. Good stuff - ahem - you're not mad, right?”

“Oh, Aegon.” You took a few steps closer to tower over him. “I'm not mad, I'm fucking pissed.”

“But it was part of our plan!”

“Aegon, our plan changed weeks ago when I started really falling for him!”

Aegon looked at you in awe before breaking into a shit eating grin.

“IT HAPPENED!” He pointed at you and laughed. “I've been waiting for years for you to fall for Aemond. I mean, I know you've liked him for years but it's hitting you hard now. Dude’s been pining over you for a long ass time and now he's actually gonna get some.” He shook his head and ran his hand through his hair.

“Shut up, Aegon.” You blushed. “I need to tell you something anyway.” You took a seat next to him. “Aemond and I almost kissed.”

“You what?!”

“We almost kissed! I chickened out at the last second and turned to kiss his cheek instead.”

“Gods, you're an idiot. I bet he leaned in first?”

“...maybe. I didn't know he could be as cocky as you.” You relaxed into the couch. “I was gonna be the one to tell him I had feelings until you decided to take shit into your own hands just so you could win a Mario Kart race!” You covered your face with a pillow and screamed.

“You good, kitten?”

“Don't fucking call me that, Aeg. And yeah, sure I'm okay. I just gotta -” you screamed into the pillow again. “Okay, I'm good now.”

“Go talk to him, I bet he's flustered as fuck right now, which I wish I could see.”

You took a deep breath. “Yeah, guess I should.” Getting up from the couch you steeled your nerves, preparing yourself for anything. “Wish me luck.” And you stepped out of the room.

You walked down the hallway to Aemond’s room and knocked on the door. “Hey, Aems? Can we talk?”

The door opened and you found yourself looking up at the guy you've been fighting feelings for for years. You looked him in the eye, not wanting to back down out of fear of rejection. But when you looked at him you saw the same. He looked scared, despite hearing his friend wants something more. Just like him.

“So, about what Aegon said, I'm so sorry, I wanted to tell you myself and -”

Aemond crashed his lips to yours. Instantly you kissed him back. His arms snaked around your waist and you wrapped your arms around his neck, both of you trying to get closer. Eventually you pulled away, breathless.

“I guess that answers my question then,” you smiled.

“And what would that be?” Aemond pressed his forehead against yours.

“Wanna give us a shot?” You kissed his cheek.

“Oh, hell yes.” He pulled you into a searing kiss, taking you into his room and kicking the door closed.

Everything was perfect. You two fit so well together, as though you were made for each other. He held you tight, as though you would disappear any moment. You swiped your tongue across his lip, asking for entrance and you swear you've never heard anything as sexy as the moan that slipped his mouth.

He gladly complied, tongues fighting for dominance. It was messy and wonderful. Aemond’s hands cupped your cheeks as he pressed himself even closer to you. All you could feel was him, all of him. You tilted your head to deepen the kiss and pulled at his hair, making him groan again.

“Holy fuck, I've wanted this for so long,” he said when he broke the kiss.

“Me, too, babe.”

Aemond smiled before dragging you to his bed and climbed on top of you. “All of it?”

“All of you. I want all of you, Aemond.”

As soon as the words left your lips he attacked your neck, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses behind. He found a particular spot on top of your pulse point that had you arching your back and begging for more. Aemond’s hands roamed up your sides before slipping under your shirt and cupping your bra.

“Aemond, please,” you groaned.

“What is it, kitten?” He smirked as he started rubbing circles over your nipples through your bra.

“More please. I need you to - fuck!”

He finally slipped his hands underneath the cups, grasping your tits and pinching both sensitive nubs. Pressure began building up in your core.

And you couldn't get enough of it.

You followed Aemond’s actions and dragges your hands underneath his shirt. He moaned against your neck before pulling up and taking off his shirt. You sat up with him and held your arms in the air expectantly.

“Will you do the honors?” You asked.

“Hell yes.” He looked at you with his eye full of lust before tearing off your shirt and bra.

You sat before him, bare, but you never felt more comfortable.

“Gods, your tits are fucking beautiful.” Aemond bent down and took a nipple into his mouth and you couldn't help the sound that came out of yours.

You tangled your hands in his hair and held him tight while he worshiped you. It was as though he couldn't get enough of you, he couldn't live without you.

You brought your hands down to the waistband of his jeans and palmed him through his pants. You could feel how big and hard he was and you were excited to get him inside you. You moved your hands to his chest, ready to push him over and move on top but he stopped you.

“I haven't tasted that pussy yet and I need to before we do anything else.”

You whimpered as he pushed you back down and slid your pants off.

“Look at you, soaked through your panties. Such a fucking slut for me.” He placed an open mouth kiss over the growing wet spot.

“Aemond please!”

“Please what? Use your words kitten.”

“Please fuck me,” you begged.

“Almost there,” he smiled wickedly as he tore off your panties and replaced his mouth over your soaking center.

You couldn't help but watch him lap at your folds. He flattened his tongue against your core and liked straight through to that little bundle of nerves. When he brushed it with his tongue you couldn't help but moan his name and dive your hands into his hair. You swore you felt him smile against you. Aemond switched between licking and sucking on you clit, making you crazy, building up that pressure until you couldn't hold it anymore.

“Fuck, Aemond, I'm -” a silent scream left you as he brought you to your peak.

He held you down by your thighs, refusing to let you get away. He carried you all the way through and didn't wait to start again.

“Aemond, you're gonna make me cum again,” you cried.

That only seemed to spur him on, his ministrations becoming faster and faster. He moved his focus to your clit so he could sneak a finger in. Then another. Then another. The stretch felt so good and it made you cry for more. Between his licks and his fingers you came for a second time.

Aemond lifted his head from between your thighs and looked at you with absolute adoration. You pulled him into a hot kiss, tasting yourself on him.

“I need you inside me. Now.”

He sat on his haunches and fumbled around his night stand when you stopped him.

“I want to feel you raw. I want you to finish inside me.”

Aemond pushed you back down on the bed and took off his pants. His cock was standing at attention, already weeping with precum. You licked your lips at the sight of it. Fuck, he was big and you were absolutely ready.

He climbed over and pressed a kiss to you before lining himself up.

“You sure, kitten?”

“Aemond. Targaryen.” You pulled him into another kiss. “Fuck. Me.”

He pushed in slowly, letting you adjust to him. The stretch was slow and sweet. When he bottomed out you kissed him slow.

As you kissed him you began to lift your hips, encouraging him to move. He was soon thrusting into you hard and deep.

“Fuck, you feel so good, kitten.”

“More please. More, more, more!”

“Gods, you're such a fucking slut.”

Aemond held your hands above your head as he sped up. He bent down to capture a nipple and sucked. The added stimulation barrelling you to your third orgasm. With a strangled cry you clenched around his cock, hitting your high once again.

“I'm not done with you yet,” he whispered as he kissed your cheek.

He flipped you over onto your belly and grabbed your hips so your ass was in the air.

“So fucking perfect,” he murmured.

You felt him kiss your ass before smacking it hard. You couldn't help but moan. He smoothed the red skin with his palm and placed another kiss giving you a false sense or security. You rocked back into him only to feel him sheath himself fully.

Aemond gave you no time to adjust to the new position and fucked you hard and fast. His hands slid up and down your body, once again finding your tits, and tweaked your nipples.

He grunted as he began to fuck you harder. “All mine. Fuck, you're all mine.”

“Yours. I'm yours, Aemond” you babbled. “Please cum inside me, I want you.”

“Fuck, kitten.”

You spurred him on, his thrusts becoming messier and more erratic. Your fourth peak was coming faster than you anticipated, your walls clenching his cock.

“Babe, I'm gonna cum again!”

“Cum for me, kitten,” he commanded.

You screamed his name as you fell apart; your orgasm triggering his. Aemond fell on top of you and moved to hold your hand. Both of you were breathing hard but stayed in the moment together.

“Aemond, that was…”

“Yeah, it was.” He turned to you and smiled. “So, would you say we're together now?”

“Yeah, I’d say that.” You pressed your forehead against his. “Please don't get up, it feels nice.”

“Anything for you.”

You and Aemond laid there on the bed still joined together. It was intimate and sweet, a moment shared between the two of you.

When Aemond got up you flinched at the stimulation and groaned at the lack of warmth.

“Don't worry, I'm not leaving. I'm just gonna clean us up,” he said as he tossed on some sweats and a sweatshirt.

You smiled to yourself as he left the room, happy that you can now call Aemond yours.

But your moment of peace was interrupted by a certain brother.

“YOU DID IT!” Aegon yelled through the door. “YOU FUCKING DID IT YOU FUCKED AEMOND! GOOD JOB, BUD!”

“AEGON GO THE FUCK AWAY!” You rolled your eyes at your best friend’s ridiculousness.

“AEGON, LEAVE!” Came Aemond’s voice.

“All right, all right. I'll leave you two lovebirds alone.” You could hear his stupid smirk through the door.

Aemond entered the room, face completely red with embarrassment. “So I guess Aegon is excited.”

“I guess he is,” you grinned.

As Aemond cleaned you up you couldn't help but think about the last few weeks, over your entire friendship with Aemond. He's always been there but now he was yours. You two grew together, learned about each other in ways you thought would only be a dream. You may be Aegon's best friend but now you were certain you were Aemond’s heart. But you had one last question.

“So can I move in?”

#fics by bean #hotd modern au #modern!aemond #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #modern!aegon #modern!aegon targaryen #aemond x reader #aemond x you

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Over Mountains Cold

Kili Durin x Reader

Words: 4931

Summary: On a quest for your family, you and your traveling companion get caught in a winter storm in the Grey Mountains. Your true feelings for your best friend come to light when you struggle to make it through the chilling night. 

Notes: The heater in my room is broken and the image of cuddling with Kili to get warm is just really nice to me, okay? I will use Aidan Turner to dissociate before I contact ever maintenance. (also, why can’t I just write fluff? Why does there have to be the angsty backstory of losing siblings? The world may never know)

Warnings: Kind of a chaotic plot. An ungodly amount of sexual tension. I don’t make the rules. 

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Fili gave a final wave as he disappeared over the ridge, taking the ponies with him. His brother tried to calm the pit in his stomach. Not only was Fili off to retrieve more supplies alone, but the cold was setting in. If he didn’t make it to the next village by the time the snow started, he would get stuck out here. 

Just like you were. 

“We should go,” You sighed. “We’ll want to set up camp before it gets dark and I want to search the foothills to the east before the sun goes down.”

Kili looked up at the sky. “It’s going to be a cold night.” Already, his breath came out in puffs from his lips. “Maybe we should stay here until morning. It’s lower, so it’ll be warmer and the snow hasn’t reached us yet.” 

You stiffened and turned determined eyes towards him. “I won’t waste any time. If there’s a chance of finding my sisters out here, I’m taking it.” 

You waited for him to argue or tell you how foolish you were. Winter was on the horizon and these mountains would be impassable in the coming weeks. But your friend merely gave you a small smile and put a hand on your shoulder. 

“Then lead the way.” 

You wanted to kiss him. Well, you often wanted to kiss him, but in that moment, with his eyes full of trust and belief in you, no words could express your gratitude. But, coward that you were, you settled for a pat on the arm and an awkward nod. 

“Right. Follow me.” You hurried away from him before you could do something stupid. 

You’d known the dwarven princes for most of your life. Having grown up near the Blue Mountains, you spent a lot of time with Durin’s folk, listening to their stories, celebrating their festivals, and causing a little chaos with your two closest friends. You couldn’t count the times Kili and Fili had gotten you into some kind of trouble, but surely they would say the same thing about you. 

The younger prince walked beside you, telling you legends of ridiculous creatures living in these hills, trying to make you smile. It worked, of course. Between his grin and a bit of theatricality, he never failed to lighten your moods. 

Kili was your best friend. He was there for every prank, every adventure, and every heartbreak. When your village was attacked by raiders three years ago, he spent weeks tending to your injuries and trying to hunt down the people who’d hurt you. 

That’s when they were taken. Your two older sisters, Maryina and Baeriel. Sometime during the battle, those foul men came to your home and stole them away. You were nearly killed trying to defend them. Everyone told you they were dead. Even your parents didn’t have the heart to keep looking after so long, but you wouldn’t give up. You knew they were alive. Kili was the only one who believed you.

“Do you remember what you told me?” You asked suddenly. 

Kili turned his head, hazel-brown eyes bright in the afternoon sun. His brows furrowed with curiosity. 

You elaborated. “When I said I was going to find them. I said I’d search the whole of Middle Earth if I had to. What did you say?” 

Kili beamed. “I said ‘Well, you’re not doing it without me,’” he remembered. “‘You’d get lost.’” 

“Exactly,” you laughed. “And, I do believe that you lead us down more a stray path than I, dear friend.” 

“But we always found our way in the end, didn’t we?” Kili grinned. 

“That we did.” 

The two of you fell back into a comfortable silence with something heavier hanging between you. 

Grass swayed with dying breaths, green turned to dry white. Ahead, towering peaks capped with snow loomed like a massive, foreboding gate. You watched them with growing unrest. Kili’s shoulder brushed against yours as you walked as if just to remind you he was there. 

The afternoon stretched and yawned. The sun began to hover. With every passing hour, the more the light sank, so did your hopes. Your search in the foothills yielded nothing. Not even the remnants of a possible settlement. 

“They aren’t here,” you said. You ran a hand down your tired face, eyes scanning the vast landscape, the mountains at your back. You turned to Kili. “What if…”

You’d come here on a rumor that the raiders who took your sisters had a base in the Grey Mountains. But that’s all you had to go off of- rumors. 

“It’s the first day.” He gave you a reassuring smile. “We’ll keep looking.” Kili scanned the dense woods at the base of the mountains, hoping for some signal of smoke or any other sign of life. There was nothing. But he wasn’t going to give up hope and he certainly wasn’t going to let you. “Come, let’s set up somewhere to sleep. You must be exhausted.”

“I’m fine,” you grumbled. “But if you’re saying you need to rest, then I suppose we can pitch the tent.” 

He rolled his eyes playfully. 

“Last one to the trees gathers firewood,” he challenged. The mischievous dwarf took off before you had the chance to process what he said. 

“Hey!” You called after him and ran as fast as your legs could carry. 

-

Usually, the three of you always camped out under the stars, but knowing how cold it would be, you brought a tent to provide a little shelter. But laying there, so close to him, the fabric barrier between you and the night sky seemed suffocating. 

It wasn’t the closest you’d ever been, of course. There had even been some nights where you found yourself asleep on his shoulder after a long day or he would doze off with his head in your lap. There was just something about this- something about the two of you enclosed together, alone- that felt different. 

You laid completely still, screwing your eyes shut, but your mind refused to rest. The form beside you shifted back and forth, twisting and turning. Kili grunted in frustration and turned onto his back. 

“Y/N?” He whispered. “Are you awake?”

“Unfortunately.” 

He blew out a breath. “We should sleep. It’s going to be a long day tomorrow. We’ll have to find some food in case Fili gets holed up somewhere.” 

You hummed and nodded. 

Both of you stared up at the slanted ceiling of the tent, not moving and not speaking. The tension alone chilled you to the bone, making you shudder. 

“Are you cold?” Kili asked. 

“I’m fine.”

“Are you sure, because I have an extra fur-”

“Kili, go to sleep.” You huffed, shifting to your side away from him so he couldn’t see the painful want in your eyes. 

Kili was more than just your best friend to you. He was your first love, the only person you’d ever loved, really. You’d had suitors in the past ask for your hand, but you declined them all. Your heart was no longer yours to give away. But you could never bring yourself to tell him. He was a prince, after all, and what were you? A nobody. 

You blinked away tears and curled up as close to the tent’s wall as possible. 

So close together and yet you couldn't feel more distant. 

-

The next day yielded even less results. The further you got into the mountains, the less hope you had that you were going in the right direction. The Eastern Pass took you higher in elevation and further away from Fili with the supplies. 

“Wait.” Kili stopped suddenly, putting a hand out in front of you. “Listen.”

You halted, the frostbitten ground shifting beneath your boots. At first, the slight breeze was all you could detect, but as the forest stilled, the subtle yet clear sound of hooves carried on the wind. 

And they were getting closer. 

“Get down.” You grabbed the collar of his coat and pulled. The two of you tumbled into a bush, losing your balance in your haste. Kili hit the ground. You fell onto his chest, knocking the breath out of both of you. 

Kili grimaced. 

“Sorry,” you whispered. Your faces turned a similar shade of pink, both trying to hide it from the other.

The familiar thudding against the forest floor increased in speed and volume. From your position, you could just see through the foliage that kept you hidden.  Kili craned his neck, blindly trying to get a glance. 

“Can you see them?” He asked. 

“Shh.” 

You kept your head low as you stared out. Watching. Waiting. As the horses neared, you decided there couldn’t be more than three. 

“We could take them,” you whispered, looking down. But the sight of Kili lying beneath you, hazel-brown eyes staring up into yours with his hair a mess below him was too much. It sent a burning, twisting feeling through your stomach. You looked back up at the road. “There aren’t many. We could fight and force them to tell us where they took my sisters.”

“Are you mad?” Kili hissed, shifting underneath you. His hips rocked up into yours by accident. He sucked in a breath. “It could be innocent travelers going through the mountains. Or worse, there could be a dozen fighters and we’d be dead in seconds.”

“Since when are you the cautious one?” You scoffed, ignoring his movements and prepping yourself to pounce. 

Kili locked his arms around your middle and rolled. He had you on your back before you could stop him, pinning you to the forest floor with his hands on either side of your head. 

“Since I’m trying to keep you from getting yourself killed,” he growled. 

Relieved that your hips were no longer pressed against his, Kili had put himself in another predicament hovering over your body, his lips mere inches from yours. 

It shamed him to think of how many times he’d imagined you like this.

He waited until the riders were past, counting three, just as you said, but they seemed only to be a father and his two children, both under the age of 16. Kili doubted that these were the raiders who had destroyed your home. One of them mentioned something about getting over the pass before the storm, which made him uneasy. 

Despite the heat of your bodies, the air was indeed growing colder. Clouds were gathering and a crisp, cool scent hung in the air. 

Kili stood and held out a hand to help you up. 

You didn’t take it. 

“We need to keep moving.” 

He swallowed. “We should head back to lower grounds. If we get caught in the pass, who knows how we’ll get out.” 

You didn’t look at him. Instead, you continued up the path. “I wasn’t asking.”

-

Kili walked behind you, neither saying a word. He saw the tension in your back shifting like you were already in battle. He only wished he could relieve at least some of the weight that bore down on your shoulders. Witnessing you in such pain hurt him more than he knew how to express. That, unfortunately, wasn’t the only thing he struggled to put into words. 

It had taken Kili long enough to finally admit his feelings for you to himself, but it was taking even longer for him to admit them to you. Fear wasn’t something that usually stopped him- he’d faced trolls and orc packs a dozen times over- but the idea of jeopardizing his friendship with you frightened him to no end. 

Still, lying there, pressed against you, had drummed all of those feelings up to the front of his mind. They distracted him from the real issue at hand and he tried to remind himself that you need him focused. You needed a warrior, not a love-sick errand boy. 

“If we keep at this pace, we can make it through the pass by morning,” you said grimly. 

Kili exhaled, his voice deep with concern. “Y/N, you need to rest.” 

“I need to find my sisters.” 

You kept walking. 

Kili kept his arguments to himself. Starting a fight now would only make you angrier and he didn’t want to risk you going off alone. 

He let out a low sigh. Being the responsible one was exhausting. 

Kili watched the sun with a concerned eye and discomfort growing in his stomach. His breath appeared in a cloud from his lips. But worse, flecks of white sent panic up his spine. The snow speckled the branches of the pines around them and added to the already thick blanket of frost that coated the ground. The further up, the deeper the snow banks. 

“These flurries won’t be flurries for long,” he warned. 

“We’ll make it.” 

You refused to turn back to look at him. If you did, you knew that one look at his face would make you forget your persistence. You would turn around and head back down the mountain and have to start all over again in the morning. So you kept your eyes ahead, despite the growing shiver down your spine. 

Besides, it was only a little snow. You and the brothers had faced worse on numerous occasions. 

Kili quickened his pace to take his place beside you again. 

“This way,” he said. “I’ve heard a shortcut through this pass.”

You raised a brow. “You’ve heard of one?”

“We’re here based on a rumor, aren’t we?” He retorted. 

You shrugged as if to say ‘fair enough.’ 

Kili took the lead as the air thickened with white flakes. The shortcut, while it existed as far as he knew, was not the true purpose of his change in direction. He’d read journals telling tales of adventures through these mountains and he remembered a checkpoint for many. A cave where they could take shelter from winter storms. He only hoped it was real. 

You began to regret your stubbornness as the cold seeped through your coat, the snow falling thicker and thicker, decreasing your visibility until you could see but a mere few feet in front of you. 

In a blink, the blizzard set in. 

You trudged on. Eyes blinded by white, you walk straight into the mass in front of you. Your companion’s warmth drew you in and you couldn’t help but press yourself against his back. His arm wrapped around, searching for yours. 

“Take my hand!” Kili called back to you. 

You did so without hesitation, wincing at the chilled state of his skin. 

“We’re nearly there!” He shouted over the wind. 

“That’s impossible! We haven’t even made it through the pass!”

“You’ll see.” 

Trust was the only thing you had left, your senses overtaken by the storm. And then suddenly, it stopped. Kili pulled you forward and the choking white curtained the opening of the cave behind you. Wind howled, but no longer deafened. 

“You knew this was here?” You gasped through chattering teeth. 

Kili gulped. “I hoped.” 

“You hoped?” 

“You kept going!” He held out his hands, fingers stretched and shaking with his words. “I didn’t know what else to do!” 

“Nevermind. It doesn’t matter.” You ran a hand down your face, wincing at the freezing surface of your own skin, as well as the exhaustion overtaking your features. You paced back toward the blinding white outside. “We’ll stay here until the storm blows over and then we’ll keep going.” 

Standing at the opening of the cave, the wind still chilled you to the bone. Still, you watched, as if your sisters would magically appear and welcome you into their warm arms. 

As the image passed through your mind, you were gently pulled away from the wind by a hand as cold as yours, and yet it sparked the warmth that you needed. Kili placed a hand on your cheek, turning your face to his. 

“You’re exhausted,” he said. “We cannot afford to be careless. Not out here. We’ll go out again in the morning. You need to rest.” Before you could argue, he added, “We both do.” 

With the fog of determination outweighed by fatigue and frost, you sighed in defeat, hanging your head. 

“Alright,” you conceded. 

Kili put a finger under your chin and lifted your eyes. He gave you a small smile to which you couldn’t help but reciprocate. 

“Come on. We should set up the tent. It might not be much, but it can’t hurt.” 

Your chattering teeth gave no argument. There was no wood for a fire, the smoke would fill the small space anyway, so the thin cloth was your only added defense against the cold. 

Once inside, you both felt the same pull towards each other, your bodies craving the heat of another. But you stayed on the far side, as far as you could get, mind clouded by icy, frozen fear. Kili didn’t say anything, trying to ignore the ache in his chest as he tried to sleep. 

Your eyes couldn’t have been shut for more than a moment when you heard them. 

“Y/N!” 

“Y/N! Where are you?” 

You blinked to clear the tiredness from your eyes and listened. 

“It can’t be,” you whispered. 

“Y/N! Y/N!” 

Maryina and Baeriel. 

You listened again. 

“We’re here! Help us!”

Your sisters. They were out there. They were trapped in the storm. They needed you. 

You sat up, tossing aside the coat you’d been using for a blanket and ignored the bitter air seeping through your tunic. You didn’t feel it. You didn’t see your companion sleeping across from you. You didn’t hear the wind as you stepped out of the tent. You only heard your sisters’ cries…

And stepped out into the blizzard. 

-

Kili twisted and turned. As hard as he tried, sleep never stayed. He dozed off only to drift back, trying not to shiver. 

“I can’t sleep again,” he sighed. Kili flipped onto his other side. Rubbing his tired eyes, he opened them. The bundle of furs beside him took an odd shape. 

Empty. 

“Y/N?” 

He sat up and reached across the tent, feeling nothing but frigid air. Kili lifted his head, panic banishing any exhaustion left in his limbs. 

The untied opening of the tent flapped in the wind. 

“Y/N!” He called out. 

The storm screamed in response. 

He scrambled out of his bedroll and sprinted into the night. Fat, white flakes stuck to his face and eyelashes no matter how much he blinked them away. 

“Y/N!” He shouted again. 

Kili walked, trying to keep the cave in sight. The blizzard raged around him, concealing even the silhouette of the trees. He cried out your name again and again. With every passing second of silence, his chest grew tighter. 

Why would you have gone off alone? 

What if something had taken you?

There was no way for Fili to reach the cave until the storm settled, which meant he was completely and utterly alone. 

“Y/N!” 

It felt like hours before the wind let up and even then, snow continued to fall and the air turned even colder, creeping down Kili’s neck like a thousand icy-legged spiders. 

There, in the distance, he could just make out a shape, wandering and covered in a thick, frozen blanket. 

Kili ran as fast as his aching legs would allow, his boots sliding on the ice-coated ground. No matter how loud he shouted, it was as if you couldn’t hear him. You trudged on, the snow almost reaching your knees. You didn’t even have your coat. If he didn’t get you out of this cold, you would surely be lost to the white nothingness that surrounded you. 

“Y/N, what are you-” Kili moved to grab your arm and found that your eyes were closed. Ice stuck to your face where tears had fallen and your blue lips muttered the same two things over and over again.

“Maryina…. Baeriel….” 

Kili’s heart shattered like an icicle falling to the earth. 

“Y/N, love, wake up,” he pleaded, gently taking hold of your shoulders. He had to stop himself from recoiling. Even through your tunic, you were like a statue, freezing to the touch. “We need to get back to the cave. I need to get you to a fire. I need to get you warm.” 

Already, you looked like a walking corpse. 

But your eyes were starting to open.

“K-Kili?” You muttered through chattering teeth. “What’s going on? I’m so…” You stepped forward, falling against him. “I’m so cold.” 

Kili didn’t hesitate. He scooped you up into his arms, holding you tight against his chest. He followed his own footprints as they were slowly being covered again by the falling snow. By some miracle, he made it back to the cave. He hurried into the tent, wishing he had the material for a fire. For now, all he had was hope. 

“I heard them,” you said, still dazed. “I heard their voices calling to me in the storm.” 

“And you followed it?” He gasped, quickly undoing the fastens of his coat. “Are you mad? Even if they were out there, you’re no good to them frozen to death.” 

Kili shrugged out of his coat and wrapped it around your shoulders. 

“No, Kili.” You tried to push him away, but he was stronger, fueled by panic and determination. “Kili, you’ll freeze.”

“I’ll be fine,” he said harriedly. He tied the entrance of the tent to keep out the frigid wind and laid down, gently pulling you along with him. Kili rubbed his hands up and down your arms, careful to keep the heap of furs wrapped tightly around you. He held you against his chest, his tunic slightly undone so you could feel the heat of his skin against your cheek. 

As his warmth broke through the icy surface that suffocated your entire body, your mind started to clear. It started to wake up.

And when it did all you could see was his wide, golden-brown eyes searching yours with a fire you’d seen a few times before. Once when you’d been separated from him and his brother for a week on a particularly stressful journey and the other when your village was attacked and your sisters were taken. Each time, he looked as though he was looking at the sun for the first time. 

At the time, you didn’t understand, or perhaps you didn’t let yourself understand. You understood now what that fire meant. 

He was, and would always be, your shelter. 

Like magnets, you somehow were drawn together still, despite already being impossibly close. The air between you was hot with your breathing. Everything seemed to stand still, from the raging winds outside to the racing heart inside your chest. 

Neither of you said a word, an entire conversation held simply in the lock of your gazes. 

Kili’s hand cradled the back of your head, laying it against his chest. You felt the soft, sweet warmth of his lips on your forehead. 

Despite the hauntings of your mind, your heart gave you leave to rest in the strength and comfort of Kili’s embrace, allowing both of you to slip back into the persistent reach of slumber. 

-

The storm blocked the pass by morning and, without any equipment, there was no way to get over. It had all been for nothing. 

Fili found you halfway back down the mountain, the pony’s back covered with more supplies. 

“What happened to you two?” He asked.

“We couldn’t find them,” you snapped, hurrying ahead of both of them. 

Fili turned to his brother. 

Kili shook his head. 

Your party of three traveled until you found the nearest tavern and the boys made you stop for the night, watching exhaustion seep into your every step. 

Dinner was had in silence with an air hanging so thick that Fili felt he would choke on it. He could never imagine the two of you fighting- he knew that his brother would never forgive himself if he ever hurt you. But he also knew Kili’s true feelings towards his best friend and Fili couldn’t help but wonder if something had been revealed while he was gone. 

“We’ll start up toward the northern villages in a few days,” Kili said. “It’ll give us some time to rest, regroup, and plan.” 

You stared at your plate. “What’s the point?” 

Both turned to you. 

Kili’s eyes softened. “Y/N, you don’t mean that.”

“They’re gone, Kili.” You blinked back tears. “We could search until the end of time and we still wouldn’t find them.”

“Then to the end of time we will look because I am not giving up,” he insisted. His dark eyes took on that glimmer from last night, igniting something within you. 

Your nightmare wasn’t the only thing that frightened you. 

“I’m going to my room,” you said, pushing away from the table. Your form disappeared up the stairs with the gaze of both princes trailing after you. 

Kili sighed, running his fingers through his long, dark hair. 

“You just going to let her go?” Fili scoffed. 

“What would you have me do?” 

Fili shook his head and took a drink of his ale. 

Kili narrowed his eyes. “What?”

His brother raised a brow. “Y/N is the most stubborn, persistent, devoted woman I’ve ever met. She isn’t giving up on looking for her sisters. She’s worried about continuing the search with us.” 

“What?” Kili exclaimed. “What are you talking about?”

“Kili, brother,” Fili sighed. “I’m saying maybe my absence was exactly the two of you needed and you’re both still avoiding what I’ve seen for as long as we’ve known Y/N.” He finished off his ale and snatched Kili’s away before he could protest. “Now go talk to her.” 

Kili swallowed, staring at the steps. It took one final shove from his brother to actually get him to stand up and move. 

As he ascended the stairs, Kili thought about everything Fili had said. What did he mean, his absence was what you two needed? What did he know that Kili didn’t? 

Of course, the younger prince knew exactly what his brother meant. He’d always known, even when he didn’t know how to admit it. But waking up in that tent, the panicked thoughts of you out in the storm, alone, the terror of losing you to the ice and snow, and holding you in his arms to keep you warm all revealed exactly what had been in his heart all these years. 

He loved you. 

Perhaps Fili was right. 

Maybe it was time to finally tell you. 

Kili found your room and stood before it for a good long while. He tried raising his hand to knock, but he was just… frozen in place. 

What if this was a mistake? 

What if decades of friendship fell apart in this moment?

What if-

The door opened and his heart stopped. 

You startled back at the sight of his big brown eyes. The eyes you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about. The ones you wanted to get lost in and never be found. And he was there, waiting for you. 

You both opened your mouths to speak and stopped, waiting for the other person, leaving you both in a tense silence. The same tension from the tent. The one that drew you together, closer and closer. 

“Kili, I-”

His lips caught yours, silencing the words you still weren’t sure how to say. You let your hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, closer still if that was even possible. Every moment, every breath from the last few days had been leading to this. And all either of you could think was one word. 

Finally. 

And as Fili watched you pull Kili into your room, kicking the door closed behind him, he was thinking the same thing. 

“Finally,” he muttered, shaking his head as he went to his room, glad to have it to himself for a change. 

-

Kili’s lips brushed against your forehead, the rest of your body completely tangled with his. Your arms wrapped around his bare chest, your legs wound between his, and your head was tucked under his chin. Your naked skin burned against each other but you never wanted it to stop. 

And between every sigh, every pleasured cry or whispered word came one phrase. I love you. 

He said it again, now. “I love you.” 

You turned to look up at him. Into those eyes. The gaze that captured you more and more every time. 

“And I you,” you said, kissing his collarbone, then his jaw, then finally his lips. “I have loved you ever since you taught me to shoot an arrow through the apples on our tree.” 

Kili grinned, deepening the kiss and moving so his face hovered over yours. 

“I’m still not giving up, you know,” he whispered. “We will find your sisters. And we will do it together.”

You wrapped a brown curl around your finger and nodded. 

“I know. Before, I was just… scared.” You turned your head away. “That storm took me to a place I don’t want to go again.”

Kili laid a hand on your cheek, bringing your eyes back to his. “I’ll keep you safe.” He kissed your forehead again. “I promise.” 

After letting the seriousness of your words settle for a moment, you grinned mischievously and rolled so that you straddled him. 

“We should have tried this sooner,” you smirked. 

Kili laughed and rolled again, putting him back above you. “It’s certainly a good way to stay warm.”

#kili #kili durin son #kili the hobbit #aidan turner #fili #kili and fili #kili x reader #the hobbit imagines #fantasy #winter #cuddling

[jujitto]

▬▬ [𝗘𝗡𝗛𝗬𝗣𝗘𝗡] QUARANTINE W/ YOU

HEESEUNG, quarantine with him would be the most chill quarantine of your life. the two of you are usually lounging around either watching movies or playing video games. the two of you are occasional bakers which started during quarantine. karaoke and dance competitions would be a thing in the house as well as nap cuddles. quarantine with the two of you is something you both enjoy and you guys get to spend some much-needed time together.

JAY, at the beginning of quarantine, you guys were just how you were before. though when it finally hit you guys that you couldn't go out of the house it was around week 10. though you both didn't say it you guys knew that you both would annoy the living daylights out of each other and that's just what happened. you would always pick on jay for no reason while he ignored you. at one point you guys acted normal which consisted of you guys eating junk food, watching nonstop anime marathons, and online shopping. quarantine for the most part would be nothing but the norm for you two.

JAKE, your quarantine where it would be mostly him trying to encourage you to do fun things with him. around the second week of quarantine, you kind of warmed up to the idea of doing something fun. quarantine with jake would be hella funny because this boy would just have jokes for days. there is no doubt in my mind that you guys will have a talent show and just for the fun of it too. jake is your #1 cheerleader/hype man for just about everything. i feel like jake would have a checklist for all the fun things you guys could do while stuck in the house. layla is with y'all so don't worry about that. with having two chaotic puppies in the house with you for quarantine I'm sure you'll find something to do.

SUNGHOON, sunghoon would try his best to enjoy quarantine with you. yes, I said to try his best. deep late-night conversations because like where y'all gotta go in the morning? staring contests which sunghoon would most definitely win unless you cheat. quarantine is the best time for changes. you decided to change your hairstyle so many times meanwhile sunghoon was just sitting there watching like this 🙂. 24/7 surprise kisses like mans could be watching a movie and you would be right there just to kiss him before going to do whatever it is you were doing. at some point during quarantine, he hid from you just to get peace for himself. but you found him eventually and you guys had a quiet picnic in the backyard. quarantine is soft and cute but please let this man breathe some.

SUNOO, you poor baby. you are going to be struggling during quarantine with sunoo. this boy just won't let you breathe with his sassiness but don't worry you'll be right there keeping the same energy. from day one you guys are clowning one another. at some point he gets tired of it all and just wants to cuddle. cuddling takes up most of the day as he wraps his arms around you and lays his head on your shoulder. big fat cheek kisses become a thing during quarantine also star gazing. disney movie marathons are a must with you two. you going bankrupt from the amount of money spent on takeout. doing his makeup all pretty and having runway shows. a fun and somewhat iconic way to spend quarantine with sunoo.

JUNGWON, now jungwon our precious leader of Enhypen has no problem staying in the house especially since it meant he had you all to himself. quarantine is where the iconic moment where you killed him on among us happened. he didn't speak to you for like a few days after it happened. once he gets over it you guys are back to what you were doing which was either cuddling or making goofy faces at each other because I feel like that is something you guys would do. doing his hair is a must and you bought little hair barrettes and clips for him. blanket forts are a thing, especially ones decorated with fairy lights, comfortable pillows, and tons and i mean tons of snacks. Oh and don't forget about playing animal crossing because that's something you guys do too. but being yourself you trapped him and stole from his little village. quarantine was a time when you gave the poor boy tons of headaches and betrayals but he would do it all over again if he had to.

NIKI, quarantine with mr. nishimura riki would be the most chaotic and yet funniest quarantine ever. you guys would be playing childhood games like marbles, tic tac toe, tag, and hide and seek but during the hide and seek game you would get the jump scare of your life because niki is a menace. cooking should not be something you guys do because of you burned ramen. how do you manage to burn cup ramen?! 🤦🏾‍♀️. niki also telling you ghost stories is a must. during the entire story time you're either like this 🤔 or 😨. pick your side babes. during the entirety of the quarantine, there will be an ongoing prank war happening between you two because that's just what chaotic weirdos do. there would be a brief intermission in the war for you guys to stop and chill. you guys would cuddle and act all cute towards each other before continuing your war. overall quarantine with you two is just simply the most chaotic headassery shit ever.

#❝ E N H Y P E N ❞ #enhypen imagines #enha ff #enha fanfic #enha imagines #enha x y/n #enha x reader #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen ff #enhypen fic #enha fics #kpop fanfic #kpop ff #kpop imagines #enha heeseung #enhypen heeseung #enha jay #enhypen jay #enha jake #enhypen jake #enha sunghoon #enhypen sunghoon #enha sunoo #enhypen sunoo #enha jungwon #enhypen jungwon #enha niki #enhypen niki

[moon-catto]

Can I request Gojo x reader where they both r teachers in JJ High? Due to some phenomenon a young final year high school Gojo comes in their time and now he is after the reader because she had been her gf since high school first year. The present Gojo doesn't want to share reader even with his younger self and they both are fighting over her like kissing her randomly , snatching reader away and all. At the end of two days the phenomenon reverses and young Gojo goes back and Gojo is relieved whereas y/n is still in shock

Double Trouble

Summary: Because of a strange curse phenomenon, the 17 years old Gojo Satoru is stranded in the future and meet with his future self and future you.

Warning: fluff, hurt/comfort.

A/N: Thanks for this cute idea! Having one Gojo is already a handful, but two Gojo... I think everything will be a pure chaos skskks also pardon me for leaving you waiting so long. I hope you enjoyed this one like I do!

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In Y/N’s house.

The tranquil atmosphere in your house immediately interrupted by the sudden loud sound coming from your front door being smashed open by a six feet tall man with white hair.

“Y/N, My darling, where are you?!” he shouted in panic and goes running into your home after hastily removed his shoes.

“Y/N—” he stops mid sentence at the sight of you, currently chilling on the couch with... His younger self?

*Cue the dramatic violin music*

A gasp escaped his lips. His mouth went agape, as he found himself unable to make any comment related to this strange sight.

“... I know you love me too much, but having a clone of me is—”

“Sit down before I broke your kneecaps, Toru.” You warned with a heavy sigh. Your fingers rubbed your temple because you can sense a headache coming at you in the next moment.

The older Satoru walked to the couch hesitantly, like a cat analysing its’ surrounding. The younger Satoru also mimicked his gesture, his eyes squinted behind the iconic circular sunglasses of his, he’s being wary at the unexpected arrival of a new possible enemy.

“Where did you get this from?” He curiously examined the younger Satoru’s face and he hissed like a mad cat at Satoru’s continuous attempt to poke him. “It looks very realistic, ah— it can be mad too.”

“I’M NOT AN IT!”

“Please sit down first, and I’ll tell you what happened.”

“So that’s what happened.” Surprisingly, the present Satoru is having a decent reaction at this situation. You’d expect him gave you a bit more chaotic response, but seeing him calm like this helped you to think clearly too.

“I think I know what happened.” He said, and it irked both you and the younger Satoru’s interest.

Before he can explain, there’s a knock on your door.

“Come in.” You half yelled, the door can be heard swung open.

“Y/N, I heard you’re having a problem —” Nanami walked to your living room and completely stopped in his track.

Both Gojos looking at him with surprised Pikachu’s face.

“NANAMIN!”

Young Gojo approached him. Looking him from every angle possible. “Dang, your adult version is so fine!”

His glasses cracked.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I don’t think I can help you with this.” He fixed his crooked glasses and spare no glance at Gojo’s attempt to stop him.

“Wait, Nanami—”

The door slammed shut.

Darn it, now you lost a possible ally to solve this whole charade.

“I think he’s still have the trauma from high school after seeing my younger self.” The present Gojo said.

“Whose fault is that?” you gave him a glare.

“This brat’s fault.” He shamelessly pointed at the younger Gojo.

“My fault? You and I are literally the same person.”

“And? I’m better than you, obviously.”

“I always wanted to know what my future self looks like, but now I’m scared to grow up.”

“Listen here, you little piece of shi—"

“Alright, that’s enough.” You cut them off by standing between them. “Now that Nanami is out, we have to find way to return Satoru back to the past.”

“Why are you troubling yourself for him?” Satoru made a disgusted expression at the thought you’re spending more time with that brat. “He can find his own way back.”

“Who are you to decide on that? Huh?” The young Satoru clearly doesn’t show any signs to back down. He sticks his tongue out, a signature move of his.

“What are you? Five? Do you need help to go back to your home, little boy~?” Satoru taunts, putting his intimidating pose but it seems useless judging from how unbothered young Satoru is.

“Satoru, be nice.” You elbowed him but he used the momentum to pull you to his side. His lips found way to yours, he only let go after you bite his lips in retaliation.

“You see, infant. This beautiful woman right here is my girlfriend. And she, whatsoever, doesn’t have any obligation to help you—ugh!” you stepped on his foot to stop him from rambling bullshit.

“I am your girlfriend, but I don’t belong to you or anyone else.” You hissed and young Satoru lets out a loud “Oooooooooh! Burnt!”

“BUT BABY —”

“Shush!” you covered his lips with your palm. “Silence. If you don’t want to help, then fine. I’ll look for ways alone.” You took your coat and looked at young Satoru. “Come with me.”

Satoru’s face lit up at that. “Okay!” He quickly moved to your side and made sure to stick his tongue to other Satoru when you hold his hand.

Ah, Satoru never been this hurt before. He feels like crying and throwing tantrum. “You choose him over me?!”

“Stop being annoying and maybe I’ll consider.” You said before leaving with young Satoru.

The first place you visited is the Shizuoka train station where you met young Satoru. With his hand in yours, you made way to the bustling train station.

Satoru is quiet all the time, which concerns you.

“Are you okay?” you looked at him and caught him staring at you red handed. “Are you hungry?”

“No, I’m not—”

Rumble~

“.....”

“Let’s eat first, shall we?” you chuckled at his red face. His grip on your hand tighten slightly.

“... Okay...”

You quickly bring him to eat at a diner near the train station.

“I don’t need this much—” He complained when you ordered him bunch of foods. Bowls of hot foods served on the table in front of you.

“You need to eat more.” You hand him his chopstick and hand him the hot udon. “You’re so thin, Satoru.” He can sense the worry in your voice. Your concerned pretty face looking at him doesn’t help either.

His cheeks blushed before he digging on his food.

You smiled at his silent obedience. In high school, you used to think teen Gojo is menacing. With his height and immaculate strength, his existence demands respect from others.

Seeing him eating a bowl of udon right now, you realized that he’s nothing more but a young student. You knew this before, but the realization hits harder all the same.

He carried such burden from a young age. You sympathize with him, the selfish adults around him used him as a shield and ignore that he is a human himself. He may look perfect, but deep down is numerous scars and untold dark thoughts clouding in his mind. It’s amazing that he’s coping until now.

You put your hand on his head.

“?” he looked at you.

“Eat well.” You ruffled his hair gently. He should hate you for ruining his hair, but he found himself nodding. Melting from the warmth gesture you gave him.

Bowl by bowl, he finished every bowl and not leaving any bits of rice.

“Good work!” you ruffled his hair again.

“We haven’t done anything yet...”

“This is part of the work!” you told him. A smile adorned your face and made him smile too. “You can never—”

“Work well with empty stomach.” He finished your sentence. “I know. You always tell me that, Y/N.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. You acted like my mother more than my actual mother, you know.”

“Ah, I used to nag you a lot, don’t I?” you rubbed your neck in embarrassment.

“I don’t mind.” He shook his head gently. “I think it’s your way of caring for me.”

Is Satoru always this mature? You’re so used to his clown side, you forget that he’s actually capable of thinking these kinds of things.

“Let’s go to the train station now.” He offered his hand to you which you accept happily. His hand feels so warm on yours.

“Okay.”

“Isn’t that count as cheating?” Satoru sulked to Nanami as they watched both of you exited the restaurant while holding hands.

“She cheated on you, with your younger self?” Nanami doesn’t know why Satoru dragged him here. This stupid giant suddenly teleported to his office and pull him here in the next second. He should be kicking his ass right now.

“Does that make this as auto-cheating? You know, like autobiography where people write about themselves.”

“Enough, they’re getting farther.”

“Ah! We should move too!”

“You should move. I’m going back to school.”

“Nanamin!”

You explored the area where you met Satoru. You were trapped inside a half domain expansion of a special grade curse and met him.

“I think the domain expansion connected the past and the future.” You told him.

“That makes sense. The curse I fought here is able to manipulate time.”

“How so?”

“I think I was trapped inside the domain expansion for a day, but the date in my phone remains unchanged.” He showed you his flip phone and observe the date.

“So it stopped the time inside its’ domain expansion.”

“I figured.” He played with his flip phone, the snorlax keychain dangling with his movement.

“... He still have that keychain.” You muttered.

“Who?”

“Your future self. He still keeps that keychain.”

“.... That means he has kept it for eleven years now.”

“Hehe, that seems to be the case.” You giggled.

“He seems to love you so much.” He said, calmly.

“I’m stuck with him.”

“So what about you?” he stopped in his track. “Do you still love him like you did to me in high school?” he asked, but this time you noticed the insecurity seeped in his tone.

“Why are you asking me that?”

“I’m curious as to why you’re still with me, even after eleven years.” He said. “Because it’s hard... to love me.”

Ah...

“I’m worried if you will be bored of me.” He said with a solemn smile. “I can’t love you like the way normal people do, after all.”

He’s still seventeen years old, you reckon but his thoughts is already this heavy.

“Are you afraid you’ll lose me?”

Afraid is a strange word to him. He shouldn’t be related to that word, but the quick thumping of his heart tells him otherwise. Maybe he is indeed afraid. Of falling in love, with you. When he falls deeper, will you be there to catch him?

“Yes.”

“Don’t be.” You pinched his cheek lovingly. “I love you for who you are. I don’t care if you’re unable to love me like normal people do, i always love the way you love me.”

“You sure?”

“Yes. Because I think you are worth the hardships and everything.” You smiled at him. “I loved you in the past and I continue to love you more now.”

His eyes widens at your confession. What is this? This tingling feelings, he feels so full that he wants to cry. You made him feel similar thing when you agreed to be his girlfriend before. He’s falling deeper for you, and he’s not scared of falling now.

“You can’t take back your words.” He says, his hand holding your pinkie finger with his. “I’ll marry you. I definitely will make you my wife.”

His words amused you. Your grin widens at his sincere and eager proposal. Too sweet, you couldn’t contain your smile. “I’ll wait for the ring, Satoru.”

In the end, you can’t find anything. Despite the failure, you think you earned something far more valuable today.

“Welcome home, cheater.” The old Satoru stood in the middle of the living room with arms crossed.

“Glad to see you too, Satoru.” You gave him a kiss on the cheek before walking to the kitchen.

Satoru is still mad that you chose his other self rather than his oh-so-perfect self, but he’s content. You didn’t see it, the way his lips curled into a gentle smile while his finger traced the skin you have kissed.

“You better treat her well.” His attention is shifted towards his younger self. Currently frowning and glaring at him. “Or I will kick your ass directly myself.”

The present Satoru is rather delighted at the threat. “Don’t worry, she is my queen. I don’t plan to treat her lesser than that.”

“Good.”

“I should said the same to you.” He leaned closer to flick his forehead. “You shouldn’t wait for too long to propose her.”

“I’m planning to propose her after I got back.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear.” Satoru chuckled. “Buy a nice ring for her, won’t ya?”

“What are you talking about?” you shouted from the back. “Help me make dinner!”

“What did you told him?” you asked Satoru. His younger self magically disappear after saying goodbye to you the next day. You believed that the curse in the past already been exorcised, so the flow of the time became normal— thus the young Satoru automatically came back to his time.

“What?”

“I don’t remember buying this ring.” You showed him a gold ring on your annular finger. “And we’re engaged now? I don’t know what’s happening now.”

“I see that he’s keeping up with his word.” He muses before he gave you a kiss on the lips.

“... What are you scheming, Satoru?”

“Definitely not something bad. Come on,” he pulled you to the backyard in his house.

“Satoru, I swear if this is one of your prank—” your words are stopped as soon as you saw the flower arrangement in the backyard, people you knew are there wearing suits and dresses.

“Nanami? Shoko? Eh, Utahime too?”

“Took you both so long.” Yuuji groaned. “Man, I almost ate the cake.”

“Cake??? What is going on?” you noticed that you’re still in your pajama and immediately panicked. Satoru is wearing his usual blue shirt and dress pants, more appropriate than your attire. “Satoru, let me change first—”

“No can do, sweetheart. Everyone is waiting for us now.”

“Satoru—” he continues to lead you to the centre of the backyard. “What is happening?”

Satoru doesn’t give you any explanation. He stood there with a rather nervous smile on his face. “I’m fulfilling my promise to you.”

“Huh?”

“Remember when you took my younger self to the train station yesterday?”

You nodded.

“Remember what he said?”

“He asked me about my feelings and— Oh...”

Satoru kneeled in front of you. He pulled a red box from his pocket. He opened it, revealing a gold ring with a delicate diamond on top of it. “Y/N—“

“Oh, God. Are you serious right now?” you began to tearing up when he grabbed your hand.

“Will you marry me?”

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#gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru x reader #gojo fluff #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo satoru x you #gojou x reader #gojou satoru x you #gojou fluff #gojo satoru imagines #jjk imagines #jjk #jjk request

[petrichor-idyllic]

OPEN WOUNDS

Alright, alright, I just know people are gonna get mad at me but I'm having Maze Runner burn out, and the requests I have are throwing me through a loop right now lmao. (Requests are still closed.) So, I thought I'd write something different to get me out of my hole- my own idea. Yeah, I know, Petri writing their own original plot? Mad.

Hope I've got at least one OBX fan in my audience.

MASTERLIST | JJ MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: Fem! Reader x JJ Maybank. Enemies to lovers.

You and JJ have a tense relationship - you always have. But, both of you coming from rough home lives, you've both resorted to the Chateau and John B as your saviour. Neither of you talk about it, but you know more about JJ than you let on. Though, tonight is the night. With John B out with Sarah and JJ's dad out of town, you finally have the Chateau to yourself - until things don't go quite as planned.

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, themes of physical abuse, generally depressing subject matter, no depiction of actual violence just the aftermath but still trigger warning for abuse. Also some friends references.

Ah.

The sweet relief of silence.

Between yours and JJ's bickering, the constant string of girls flooding through the Chateau, the parties, the drinking and John B's terrible music taste - the Chateau is normally a chaotic bundle of angsty teenagers. But not tonight.

Tonight, John B is on a date, Pope and Kie are at their respective homes, and JJ's father is out of town, resulting in him going home for his own peace. Probably, because he doesn't actually want to be stuck in the house with just you.

But that's fine by you.

You're not really sure why you and JJ hate each other so much. You swear blind that he started it, but he says otherwise. You were childhood friends with Pope, and JJ with John B - so when John B befriended Pope, you both just ended up tagging along. Now, you're a certified Pogue, and you're close with everyone, even Sarah.

Apart from JJ.

John B says you're just too similar to get along, Pope thinks it's because you're both too stubborn, Kie reckons it's because there's some underlying tension you both refuse to admit. But it doesn't really matter why, in your opinion.

And Kie is clearly wrong.

Though, when shit hit the fan at your place and you decided to seek refuge at the Chateau, you kinda sorta forgot that JJ was there for the same reasons.

You've tried, okay? You have tried to get along with him. To make things less awkward, if just for the sake of the other Pogues more than anything else.

But it just doesn't work.

JJ knows how to push your buttons, and no matter how calm and collected you try to be, most of your interactions end in an argument.

But not tonight.

Because he isn't here.

You lay, spawled on the couch, wearing a long worn band tee as a dress as you scroll through your phone, an episode of friends playing on the TV in the background. You think it's the one where Chandler gets handcuffed to a filing cabinet - but you're really not paying attention, nor do you remember the actual name of the episode. You mindlessly dive your hand into the bag of potato chips resting on your stomach, laughing at some TikTok Pope had sent you.

Between work, school, and arguing with a pretty surfer boy, you very rarely get time to actually just chill out and relax. You've not even bothered to get up and turn the lights on, the thin shine of the moonlight and the electronic flicker from the TV being the only things stopping you from walking into something when you eventually stand up.

Not that you intend on standing up anytime soon.

Things are going well. You might even be able to have a shower without JJ thinking he's hilarious and stealing your clothes. Or maybe even listen to music without him blasting his own music even louder.

Life is good, sometimes.

Just as you're smiling to yourself about how good your evening is, the door is violently yanked open and then slammed again, scaring the shit out of you.

"Jesus!" You jump, looking over the back of the sofa, it's too dark to make him out properly, but his trademark red cap and locks of blond escaping his choice of head wear give you a pretty good hint. "Maybank? The hell? Aren't you meant to be at home for once?"

You're too angry that he's interrupted your pleasant evening to realise that he's in clear distress.

"Fuck off, (Y/N)." He spits, leaving you in a state of shock. That's blunt and forward, even for him.

"What-?"

"Leave me alone." He says sharply, going into the spare room where he sleeps and slamming the door.

You sit there in a bubble of confusion for a couple of seconds before huffing and returning to your original position on the couch. "Whatever."

Your peace only lasts a few seconds as you hear a loud crash from inside the room. You sit up, silently, grabbing the remote and turning the TV off to see if you heard that correctly.

There's more crashing and banging as undoubtedly JJ has some kind of rage induced meltdown. That's when your phone buzzes. You open it, reading the message:

Pope

I thought Luke was out of town???

You

Huh???? He is??

Pope

I just saw him???

Went to the corner store and he was smoking outside

You

????

I thought JJ said he was gone for the week??

Pope

Is JJ at the Chateau??

I can't get ahold of him

You

Yeh

Burst in about five minutes ago

Pope

Can you check on him for me

You

Are you fr rn?

Pope:

Pls

You groan, tossing your phone to the side as you stand up. You stop in your tracks when you realise that the noises have stopped. The house is now completely and utterly silent.

Which is somehow more concerning.

"Oi, Maybank, you good?" You half-shout, earning no response as you pick up your phone from the sofa - just in case you have to call John B or Pope in a panic.

You get no respond, slowly walking towards the room. "JJ? Hey - you okay?" You knock on the door.

"Leave me alone." JJ's voice breaks as you hear his voice through the door, and you feel your stomach sink.

You don't particularly like JJ, sure, he's like, the hottest man you've ever seen, and he is genuinely kind of funny sometimes. That doesn't matter; you don't like him.

But you can empathise with him. And he's Pope's friend.

And it doesn't take a genuis to put the dots together about what's happened.

"JJ." You sigh. "I'm coming in."

To your surprise, he doesn't respond, so you slowly push the door open.

The room is a mess, clothes are scattered everywhere, a lamp's broken, the bed sheets are a mess and the pillow is across the room, slumped against a wall. It looks like he's thrown anything he managed to get his hands on. JJ sits on the floor, his knees pulled up to his chest, he stares at the floor, one hand in his messy blond locks, the other resting on his knee, red cap in his hand.

He doesn't look up as you walk in, his hair hiding his face along with the dimly lit room. Silently, you move, walking to sit next to him. You leave enough distance between you to make neither of you uncomfortable.

"I told you to leave me alone." He mumbles, not even looking at you.

You hesitate for a second, sighing.

"...my step dad was an asshole. When things got bad, I'd lose my shit and scream at anyone who got too close, screaming about how I wanted to be on my own. ...But, all I ever really wanted was for someone to push past all that and act like they cared about me."

JJ doesn't move, or even look up, so you keep talking.

"You can hate me, and tease me, and throw shit, and say you hate everyone and this whole shitty island and whatever you want to say to get it out your system - I get it. But I'm not going anywhere. I'm not leaving you, Maybank - so suck it up."

JJ is still silent, but his hand falls from his hair, loosely resting on his knee as he finally looks at you. You look at him out of the corner of your eye, and try not to visibly react.

JJ already has a black eye forming, a cut on his cheek and blood smeared under her nose. There's also blood staining the back of his hand, probably from wiping his nose.

"... you gonna put our petty differences aside for five minutes and let me fix that?" You ask; reacting dramatically or with pity is just going to piss him off even more.

JJ hesitates, but eventually nods, sighing. "Alright... but I don't wanna talk about it."

"I wasn't gonna ask." You stand up, offering him a hand, that he doesn't take, before he brushes past you and out the room.

That's about right.

He sits on the sofa as you get the appropriate means from the first aid box. You walk back to him, looking at him for a second before you step forward and touch his face for him to look up. He immediately flinches, pulling himself away, making you huff.

"Dude, I've gotta touch you if I'm gonna help you." JJ mumbles something you don't quite catch, but he lets you lift his face. You lightly dab under his nose, wiping the blood away before moving to the cut on his cheek.

He hisses as you press an alcohol wipe to his cheek.

"Sorry," you mumble.

"Could've warned me."

"Figured you wouldn't be such a pussy."

JJ simply rolls his eyes at this as you continue to nurse to him. Then you grab some glue strips, pressing down on one side of the cut and pulling the skin up to reach the other, tightly holding the cut together so it leaves less of a scar.

"Why are you helping me?" The question catches you off-guard, making you look him in the eye.

And you suddenly become very aware of how close you are. JJ isn't the goofy kid who always had a tooth missing and dirt on his clothes that you grew up with anymore. He's objectively gorgeous - there's a reason there's a seemingly endless amount of girls in the Chateau when he's around.

His bright ocean blue eyes lock with yours, and for a second, you understand. You understand all of those girls you judged and made fun of for falling for the blond's charm.

I mean look at him. How could they not?

And now is the worst moment to realise that.

You stand between his legs, bodies close, you're only wearing a thin lounge shirt and JJ's hands rest on his open legs, almost like he's fighting the instinct to put them on your waist.

You clear your throat, ripping your eyes away from his hypnotic gaze. He notices the shift, raising his eyebrow as you finally answer his question.

"I think I've already explained that."

He shrugs. "Yeah, I guess, but, like, you don't have to do this. Ain't you meant to hate me?"

"I only hate you because you hated me first."

"I didn't."

"Did too."

"Whatever." He pauses, eyes following your every move as you brush hair out of your face, grabbing his jaw.

"Stop moving."

"It hurts."

"Cope."

You place another gluestrip on his cheek. He opens his mouth to speak, but quickly shuts it again, making you curious. "What?"

"What, what?"

"You were gonna say something." You hook a finger under his chin, angling his face so you can see what you're doing better.

"No, I wasn't."

"Alright, fine - you weren't then."

The silence around you becomes more tense, and then JJ sighs. "I don't- I don't actually hate you."

You pause, looking at him, eyebrows furrowed.

"I mean, you're annoying as shit," he continues, "but... you're the only person that seems to be able to put up with my shit. So... yeah, yanno."

"So... you don't hate me?" You pull your hands away from his face, and he shakes his head, shrugging before running his fingers through his hair.

"No... you help around here - I mean, the Chateau would be trashed if you weren't around, and you help Pope out. And, I mean, he cares about you, for some reason, so you can't be all bad."

You scoff at this. "Yeah, yeah - you'll need some ice for that eye." He rolls his eyes in response as you return to the kitchen, bringing back a bag of frozen peas, which he presses to his eye as you finally sit down.

"It's cold."

"Is it really?"

"Ha ha." He fake laughs. "What were you even doing, anyway?"

"I watching TV and enjoying a peaceful evening."

"Sorry to ruin your evening." He says sarcastically.

"It ain't your fault." You respond, not quite sure where to go from here but you can't quite meet his eye either. It falls quiet again.

"...thank you."

He says it in such a whisper you think you're actually losing your mind at first. "What?"

"I, uh," he rubs his face. "I said thank you. You... you didn't have to do this. The others... When I- when..." He sighs. "Normally, they just leave me to it. They don't get it, they don't understand."

"They don't, not in the way you want them to, but they understand that you're going through something horrible. And they don't wanna make things worse. And you tell them to leave you alone and avoid talking about it - people can't help you if you don't let them, JJ." You say, your voice becoming softer as you finally look at him.

"You managed." He responds, watching you carefully. You don't really want to have this conversation either.

"Yeah, well, I'm stubborn." You joke, earning a snort and him dropping and shaking his head, his hands falling to his lap with the bag of peas.

"Yeah, you can say that again." He pauses. "Mind if I join you with your little marathon? I've got nothing better to do."

"What?" You scoff. "You want to willingly spend time together?"

"Yeah - fuck it, why not? It's been a shitty day, I'm not sure even your annoying-ass could make it worse."

"Ah, well, I'm sure I can find a way." JJ grins at your sarcastic comment, picking up the remote and flicking the TV back on. "Friends? Seriously?"

"What? It's good."

"Ehh, is it, though?"

"Just 'cause you have no taste."

"Rude. Well, what would you rather watch?"

"Uh, Two Guys and A Girl?" You blankly look at him. "You don't know what that is, do you?"

"No-"

"'Course you don't."

"Just 'cause you're a film freak." You sneer.

"Just 'cause you're uncultured." He retorts, then sighs. "It's another nineties sit-com. Only has two seasons."

"That probably means it's bad."

"Shut up. Ryan Reynolds is in it."

"That doesn't mean it's good."

"Uhh, yeah, it does."

You continue your dumb bickering, even though you do ultimately continue watching friends - JJ even laughs at some of the bad jokes. It's... weirdly nice.

You're not sure if it's just because you've become painfully aware that you're attracted to him, or if you guys are just trauma bonding, but it's almost fun.

"Ross is such a dick. Rachel deserves better." You chuckle at his comment, rolling your eyes. Then, after a moment, you speak.

"Oh, Maybank?"

"Yeah?" He responds between mouthfuls of potatoe chips.

"You don't need to thank me."

He pauses, glancing at you. "Yeah, I know - but I still will."

You nod, a small smile on your lips. "Well, you're welcome then."

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"Guys! Guys!" John B rushes out the Chateau the next day as Kie and Pope carry booze and cups for plans of a kegger that evening. "You gotta see this."

"Huh? See what?" Kie blinks at the boy as she climbs out of her car, adjusting the bag she's holding full of paper cups. She'd lectured Pope for trying to buy plastic ones, which had condemned her to having to carry them.

"What are you talking about?" Pope raises an eyebrow.

"Shhh! Keep your voices down!" John B whisper-yells, making them exchange puzzled looks. "Come on. Come on!" He summons them to follow him, in which they shrug at each other as they follow him inside.

"Dude, what's going on?" Pope hisses, his tone low as John B leads them into the living room area.

John B puts a finger to his lips, then points at the couch. Kie and Pope exchange another glance before walking around the sofa.

"Holy-" Kie starts before John B dramatically shushes her again.

On the couch, you and JJ remain. You're not sure when you fell asleep, but you did.

You're both still sat up, your head resting on JJ's shoulder, his arm loosely around yours as his head rests on top of yours. You're almost snuggled into the crook of his neck, your knees pulled up and slighting resting on the edge of his lap.

"Should we wake them up?" Pope asks. "Psst! Guys-"

Kie slaps his arm. "Don't you dare. They're gonna get along even less when they wake up - let's just enjoy the peace whilst it lasts."

John B smirks and nods. "Yeah, come on, let's head to the Boneyard and start setting things up. They'll catch up later."

The trio walk out as quietly as they can, leaving you two to your slumber.

Kie's right; when you both wake up, you're going to be embarrassed and probably angry at the other. But right now, you're blissfully unaware.

The bag of frozen peas defrosts on the table, and even though JJ is clearly hurt, he's been taken care of, and seems content.

Yeah, so, I'm providing content no one asked for. This is my blog, let me live.

Lmao, in all seriousness, I figured writing the start of a potential crush could be cute for a change and it's nice writing for another one of my favourite boys, who isn't Minho.

I know this isn't my demography, but I'm tryna make my masterlist look less empty.

Anyway, I hope at least one of you enjoyed this :))

#🌿 petri obx jj maybank #🌿 petri writes #🌿 petri writes obx #🍃 petri obx #obx imagine #obx x reader #obx netflix #obx #obx fic #jj maybank outer banks #jj maybank obx #jj maybank #jj mayback x reader #jj x reader

[serenhoshi]

𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

Another request for the "as your boyfriend" serie, this time with Vernon!

As weird as it is, I think vernon would be one of the most open to a relationship among the members

He's quiet and more on the introverted side, but I think that when it comes to love he is pretty confident?

he knows he can handle his career and a love relationship, and he doesn't want to spend his whole 20s alone because of his job

it doesn't mean that he's a flirt tho

i think that if he has interest and he sees the other person having interest as well,, then he'll open up to them and try to get closer

the first scenario that came to my mind was you as a barista

like it's your new job while you study in college/uni

and he comes every morning to get his and seungkwan's coffee

most of the time hes tired and asks for the drinks nicely and that's it

but with time and habit you memorize what he always takes for him and his friend

and each time he stays a tiny bit longer to talk to you

when you both talk it's so cute, for anyone in the café you're just a cute couple

because you smile like crazy and talk so softly to each other :')

at some point he'll ask for your insta, and then he'll ask you out on a date

he makes sure hes not going too fast with you (in the relationship)

but at the same time he leads most of the interactions you have, he clearly shows his interest and it melts your heart

he is pretty confident each time you see each other, he's not that stressed to see you (because you already became a safe place to him so he feels great meeting you)

he still gets shy when the members tease him about you

but i mean who wouldn't

Now as a boyfriend

Vernon is very sweet and kinda romantic

love to call you with sweet names like “darling” or “sweetheart”

very open minded and chill, so rarely jealous

your relationship is quite mature, so you argue pretty rarely, or at least not for “dumb” things 

and when you have arguments you both handle it calmly and make up quickly

really a very healthy relationship

Vernon is more of a listener, so you can talk to him whenever you need to and he’ll take anything into account

he remembers any tiny detail you told him

you also insist a lot that he has to talk to you as well, things go both ways

it takes some time for him to do so but he’ll start to open up and tell you more things

not really into cuddling but still shows his love through tiny touches

like a hand on your shoulder to introduce you to a friend, his hand on your lower back to guide you in a crowd, holding your hands to warm them up, tying your hair while you’re busy cooking...

it’s always tiny things but they make you melt fr

also you’re both quite bad cooks

so cooking is always chaotic

a LOT of inside jokes between you two

the members get frustrated about it because you both have more bad jokes between yourselves than seventeen with vernon

seungkwan often comes to your shared appartment

1: because its quiet

2: because he wants to see vernon

3: because he wants to see you

the smutty part is belowww :)

Vernon isn’t very daring when it comes to sex

he likes the bedroom, maybe the living room and bathroom if he feels a bit feral lmao

but most of the time you’re just in bed because comfort is everything

very soft and romantic at the beginning, then he can get a bit more rough if you’re okay with it

the longest part of the love-making is all the making out and undressing part

because he likes to take his time and embrace your body

also a cute aftercare to make sure everything is fine

some might think that it’ll be boring but-

he has a big ass stamina that could make him go for many rounds i think

so lemme tell you this is tIRING

#vernon #choi hansol #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fanfic #seventeen imagines #seventeen vernon #vernon imagines #vernon scenarios #vernon reactions #kpop #hansol imagine #seventeen reactions #blurbs #fluff #seventeen #seventeen smut #vernon smut

[kunikuma]

gamer!xiao headcanons

relationship: xiao x g/n!reader, au a/n: just very quick headcanons that came to mind about living w/ gamer!xiao. some tidbits make me want to write a little more detailed fics 😭😭 xiao my bbg... cw: mention of a drunk hook up but nothing in detail ©kunikuma

✧ the two of you started as platonic roomies, deciding to move in together during college to save money on rent. your homie Venti mentioned one of his roommates wanted to bail on him because Venti was impossible to live with, so you picked Xiao up like a lil stray cat. a 2 bedroom apartment was a great way to save money in today’s economy…

✧ living with gamer!Xiao is super easy. he’s neat and usually kept to himself. you’d run into him in the kitchen when he’d dash in with his headset, wearing an old t-shirt, shorts, and mismatched socks. he’d quickly refill his obnoxiously large metal water bottle, refill the water pitcher, and dash back into his room without a word. sometimes he would nod at you if he wasn’t in a rush. a hydrated king who also refills the pitcher? loml.

✧ i’m betting gamer!Xiao has a tattoos. one time, while you were chilling in the living room, you watched him calmly walk to the kitchen to refill his bottle, like usual. except for this time, you asked about the tattoo on his forearm. it would always flex when he would lift the pitcher to fill his bottle and you never got a good look at it from the angle from the couch.

✧ he was a little quiet when he explained what it was. when you asked if he could show it to you, his ears reddened a little when he hesitantly walked over and let you example his forearm. he was very grateful that day for your hyper fixation on his nicely toned arm body art because if you looked up from your spot on the couch, you’d see he was staring right at you with stars in his eyes as he explained why he wanted it and what it meant to him.

✧ your friends and his friends became mutuals. monthly game night! the discord server is chaotic.

✧ during a drunken and late night of Killing Floor 2 and Quiplash with the homies, you and Xiao broke the fine line between just friends and became something more. something, something about asking to see the tattoo that would teasingly peek out at you from under the sleeve of his shirt.

✧ the awkward morning-after conversation in the kitchen as he refilled his big ass bottle for the second time that morning solidified your relationship with the little emo gamer.

✧ one month later, the 2 bedroom apartment became 1 bedroom and 1 gaming room.

✧ you guys decorated your own halves of the gaming room.

✧ your desks are placed against the same wall so the two of you can shoot lovey dovey looks, or yell at each other during games. or affectionately flick each other off. xiao didn’t do much of the yelling between the two of you, though. he was more into rolling eyes and flicking you off if you were being that irking.

✧ xiao is a genji main in overwatch. absolutely the type to respond to his supports’ cries for help in any game, though. he gravitates to damage roles in games.

✧ he is actually very sweet to people in voice chat. not talkative, but never rude, and always says “thank you” or “good job” to his team.

✧ you guys are affectionately cringe core afffff; he got into custom keyboards and got you into it too. the two of you always swap escape (esc) keys whenever you get a new set of keycaps. he would buy keycaps more often though, so your keyboard started to look more frankenstein-y over the years because he kept donating you one keycap from the sets he bought.

#id totally write more about the drunken night ahaha #keyboard nerd xiao is my kink #HE TOTALLY REFILLS THE PITCHER i would die by that belief #xiao x reader #xiao headcanons #genshin impact x reader #xiao x y/n #xiaos so cute oh em gee #alatus x reader #gamer!xiao #kunikuma’s fics

[sugarakis-p2]

Diavolo's dark desires

art by vellatrelle

Did you know curiosity is a sin? Diavolo becomes worried for a you who is consumed with asking questions and seeking answers. Despite the belief that you will not be missed, the importance of justice is always on his mind. The question arises of what punishment awaits you if you are caught pursuing your curiosity.

WARNING: 69 (Sex Position)Tentacle Sex Anal Fingering ,Anal Sex, Anal Play, Double Penetration, Foursome - F/M/M/M, Alternate Universe - Prison, Loss of Virginity, Mutual Masturbation, bl touches, Oral Sex, Oral

Happy valentines day! Extra filthy for you!

Stepping into Devildom was a complete culture shock that you faced with eagerness. After all, the tales of the stunningly beautiful fallen angels had spread far and wide. Despite the massive implications of living in a tri-dimensional reality, the world refused to accept the presence of the other realms that co-exist with us.

Demons and angels have long been enshrouded in mystery of the two concealed worlds they inhabited, with the religious implications being the most controversial of all. Unraveling the spiritual aspect of this emergence was unquestionably the most significant challenge. Yet, gazing into this extraordinary new universe changed life as you know it, rendering it impossible to turn away. If for no other reason than because the rumors of the beauty of the fallen angels were legendary.

Diavolo's presence was as alluring as it was disturbing. He was beautiful, but at the same time, his existence felt like a looming threat. The first day he answers the question on every human’s mind. Is religion correct? His cryptic words cause tension and curiosity.

"I am Diavolo the current lord of the underworld. They are right and wrong from what lore I do know," he said laughing. "There are so many versions it will take me a hundred of years to compare to what I have experienced. My mission is to bring balance to the worlds. Welcome, and let us learn from each other."

His enigmatic answer only amplified the unease pervading the air, inviting more questions that you hoped it might be willing to answer. What exactly does 'bringing balance to the worlds' mean? Is something out of balance therein? What consequences could unfurl? You were eager to discover the answers to these inquiries yet fearful of what the truth might entail. It doesn't sound like anything good to you.

Trying to communicate with the demons is absolutely petrifying. With salacious lust in their voices, they discuss how delectable mortals appear to them. Not with a hint of amusement or in a fun sexual way, but instead with a sinister plan to eagerly consume their prey's sweet, tender flesh. Detailing their craving for the sound of crunching bone and sucking out the marrow from within, they scheme of devouring hearts and licking the squishy eyes out and popping them like grapes between their fangs. Their longing for delicious human flesh is undeniable. Whispers of how they could probably eat one, and no one will notice. Yet they vigilantly respect Lord Diavolo's edict and never fail to obey his orders. This is always followed by a shudder when his name is mentioned.

The fallen angels are as sinister as the pure-blooded demons, ready to pounce and easily provoked. Somewhat ominously, they have a curious affectation towards their resurrected sister spirit, with whom they indulge in a profoundly uncanny courtship; they embrace her like a beloved, yet their embrace is that of a niece with their sister's spirit indelibly embedded in her. You couldn't wrap my head around what you were being told. The thought of it is simply too disturbing to comprehend. The avatars of sin live up to their names.

The angels may appear pleasant, but the air has a definite chill. Any questions about their past are met with a wall of silence, creating a feeling of distrust. Trouble finds them at every turn. Last but not least, the others. The strange beings can only be called chaotic, which makes sense because the classes are also chaotic. The history of devildom is sterile and makes little sense. Devildom's mysterious origins only add to the bedlam, creating a swirling hurricane of chaos.

After months of struggling to adapt, you were summoned to Diavolo's office. With a smirk of satisfaction on his dark face, his assistant Barbartos served tea as you warily took your seat. Diavolo seemed jovial, but you knew the devilish wheels in his head were turning.

"So, tell me what the problem is." He pauses, and you tell him nothing is the problem. Then, slyly suggested employing a Devildom liaison. Instantly, a chill ran up your spine as you vehemently rejected his suggestion. You could feel Barbartos' prying eyes on you, and your stomach dropped as he handed Diavolo your diary. The cloying scent of the tea was oppressive as the silence stretched between you.

"Is it because you have some reservations about Devildom?" Diavolo asked. The hollow thump in your chest echoed ominously, and you gulped down the bitter brew in your cup. Your fate was in Diavolo's hands.

"Where did you get that?" You ask, a hint of unease creeping into your voice. Diavolo gives a sinister chuckle as he abruptly opens it and reads the contents out loud.

"Very ardent pejorative opinions," Barbartos says ominously.

"Indeed. You seem uneasy," Diavolo purrs with a menacing gleam in his eye.

"I'm fine," you reply hastily. Diavolo arches one dark eyebrow and studies you intently, knitting his fingers and looking concerned.

Barbartos sighed deeply. After all the blood, sweat, and tears they put into retrofitting Devildom for humans, he couldn't help but wonder if they had done enough. But the inquisitive gleam in Diavolo's eyes was undeniable.

Before Barbartos had the chance to voice his concerns, Diavolo declared with a vast grin, "I think the best thing for you, little guest, would be to experience Devildom for yourself! And I'll escort you!" A thrill of excitement coursed through Barbartos at the idea, a hint of a smile spreading across his face. Because he knew what was to come. Before you could collect your thoughts, the moment was gone. He was pulling you away, not giving you any time to argue. You were frightened but also, somewhere deep within, excited. You had no idea where you were going, but you knew it would be amazing. The next thing you knew, you were in the air with the wind in your hair. The thrill of the unknown filled you as Diavolo swooped you away on an incredible adventure. You had no clue where you were headed, but you had never felt so alive. His grip was firm but gentle, and you knew that wherever you would go, he would be by your side. You were so excited about the adventure ahead!

He took your hand in his. Your heart raced, filled with adrenaline and warmth. You had thought he was deceiving you with a fake smile, but the look in his eyes told you he was sincere. Wrapping his arm around your waist, he twirled you around the mall, admiring all the extravagant displays of the latest fashion trends. You couldn't help but laugh at his child-like fascination with the new, modern inventions of humans. As he grabbed some cotton candy, he studied the wispy sugar cloud before placing it in his mouth. He was adorable as he tried to understand where it went when he put the sugar cloud in his mouth. Onlookers stared, your cheeks flushing with color. You giggled, and Diavolo looked at you with a seductive smile before he brushed your hair off your face. Diavolo's eyes pierced through yours as he leaned in, brushing his lips against your forehead in a gentle kiss. You couldn't decipher what you felt, just a flustering, warm sensation. But as you looked away, you noticed the dark glint in his eyes, and you couldn't help but wonder what else he was capable of.

As you walked, he entertained you with funny anecdotes and stories of his days creating the school. You listened intently, your attention never dwindling. They stopped in front of a jewelry store, and he pointed out some exquisite diamond pieces to you, asking your opinion about what looked best.

You proceeded to try on the different pieces, and when you chose a sparkling necklace, his eyes lit up and he said, "That one looks perfect on you. You should definitely keep it," with a mischievous smile on his face.

You protested lightly, of course, but eventually gave in and said, “how could I resist your sweet gesture?”

He shook his head and said, “You can’t, and I knew it!” You both laughed before he led you to the register, where he paid for the necklace and presented it to you with a grand gesture. You two shared a brief laugh before he moved to the register. With a grand gesture, Diavolo gave it to you. Your heart fluttered as you opened the box, and the necklace shimmered in the light. Speechless, you put your hand to your mouth. In awe, all you could whisper was, "Wow."

"It's not as beautiful as you," Diavolo said with a mischievous glint. You thanked him, feeling a tapestry of emotions ripple within your chest. Hand-in-hand, the two of you walked out of the store with heartfelt smiles. The air was alive with bliss and anticipation as you looked forward to more dates.

I hope you made up your mind to stay. His penetrating gaze fixed upon you as he spoke earnestly and passionately.

"It is important for you to keep your grades up. Tell me, what you wrote in your diary—were those your true feelings?"

A tremor ran through your body as you struggled to keep a brave expression. Still, you could feel every bit of your being burning under Diavolo's penetrating gaze. You shift under that intense gaze of those strangely appealing eyes. You felt forced to answer.

You reluctantly admitted, "Yes, those feelings had been true then." His gaze suddenly sharpened as he stepped closer, staring intently into your soul. His stern voice demanded an answer.

"Will you vow to stay and put those thoughts behind you?" he asked as something shifted in his presence. Instead of this being like a romantic date, it feels like a wolf that has isolated a sheep. Your pulse started to skyrocket as you felt a trembling in the depths of your being. The magnitude of this decision was immense, and you knew you had to choose what was best for your future. Could you summon the strength to give your reply?

You are about to answer when your breath catches as you detect a slight, almost imperceptible shift in his presence as he spots something beyond you.

"Stay here. I saw someone that should not be here," Diavolo orders before striding off, leaving you feeling both scared and excited. He disappeared into the crowd, mumbling how he wanted one moment for himself. He left you to contemplate if you wish to stay. Before this, you would have instantly begged to go home. But perhaps not everything is as bad as you thought. This is culture shock; you know you're not adapting well. As he fades out of view, you realize you have the opportunity to explore a world that most don't see. A world of mystery and danger that can prove even more thrilling than you originally thought.

As these thoughts ran through your mind, something grabbed your attention. A movement out of the corner of your eye. Had that alleyway always been there? Were you standing here before? You question yourself. You look down the alleyway and shudder. It was like looking into the abyss, and it had looked back. A strange and powerful force pulled you down that alleyway, shocking you out of your trance. You hear faint whispers, which seem to guide you further down the path. You sense that you are getting closer to something important that could give you many more answers than you could have imagined.

You slowly take a deep breath as you venture into the void of the alleyway. You were aware that something strange was happening, and your heart began to race. You took a deep breath and felt the adrenaline rush through your veins. The air was thick with the smell of mystery and anticipation. You could feel a strange energy around you and wondered what this new path would bring. Your curiosity was enough to make you take a few steps forward and find out what lay beyond. You could feel your skin prickling with mystery and anticipation, your heart beating faster and faster as you slowly moved closer to the unknown. You were ready for the adventure that was about to come. Carefully navigating through the uncharted darkness, you notice how the pleasant stone buildings become harsh and imposing. The texture changes under your touch as you keep going. You find yourself standing in the middle of a courtyard, surrounded by towering structures of flesh, their walls pulsing with a feverish heat that you can almost feel seeping into your skin. The chill of the night dissipates in an instant, replaced by a warm and inviting sensation that invades your senses as if you are being enveloped by the heavy breath of the buildings. The chill of the night air is replaced by a warm and inviting energy that emanates from the walls themselves. Alarmed, excited, and intrigued, your gaze turns to the center of the courtyard, and you realize that the darkness here is far from false - in fact, this place is alive. There was no false sky here. Here, there was a fast darkness as one looked up.

The streetlights barely illuminate the darkness, and you feel a sense of apprehension with each step you take as you use your hand to guide you along. As the end of the alley looms, colossal structures are made of shifting flesh. You feel a tingle of excitement and slight fear as you take in your new surroundings. Your eyes settle on the figure in the center of the courtyard.

His presence is commanding, yet he guards carefully over the area. His mere presence is enough to keep any intruders away. You see his lips move ever so slightly as if he were reciting a chant under his breath. As he notices your presence, he stares back. You feel as if time has suddenly stopped, and each second stretches on forever. You are paralyzed with fear, but as his gaze passes over you, he gives you a slight nod of acknowledgment, and a tentacle slithers out to grab your ankle. You are dragged to the powerful demon. Its name is YaalNalgroth and its presence fills your mind with an undercurrent of danger and anticipation as its forked tongue snakes out to lick your face.

"How...How do I know your name?" You squeaked, trying to control the fear and shivers that ran down your spine as his tentacles caressed you lewdly, ripping your clothes off and leaving you to squirm and struggle.   Yaal smirked, amusement dancing in his eyes.

"Such a curious little treat. Always asking questions. Always wanting more. Looking for answers. You know that's a sin?" he said slowly, his tentacles wrapping tightly around you as he slithered into your mind. "You’re craving to taste the forbidden fruit that is knowledge is delicious and tantalizing. It reminds me of the first. Diavolo wasn't in being and may not be aware of his deep-seated yearning for you," Yaal savors you again. His long, forked tongue lathing your flesh. Yaal savors you again, his lips parting against your skin, sending electrifying shivers coursing through your body. His moans of pleasure speak the truth. His long, forked tongue tantalizingly trailed over your body, teasing, and tasting every inch of you, intensifying your craving for knowledge and feeding his desire for you.

Yaal pulled you close as he purred softly in your ear. "Can't you feel it? You are the forbidden fruit here. He won't notice if I take a larger sip of your sweet nectar, my love." He carefully lowered you to the hot, writhing mass of bodies below. As you lay there, you soon realize that they are not in the act of pleasure anymore but instead in pain, for they are shapeless lovers in a perpetual state of ecstasy. As Yaal feeds you knowledge, you can feel yourself slowly ripening, as if anticipating the forbidden fruit of knowledge before you. Suddenly, you both are cast back to the moment when YaalNalgroth was born, when the first woman sunk her teeth into the lusciously soft flesh of the illicit fruit.

Just as Yaal was about to take a sip, you writhed, ready to let him. You are poised in front of his lips when you cry out in surprise and are suddenly faced with the formidable presence of Barbatos. Yaal's invading memories flood your mind as part of his ripening. Barbato's wasn't there to save you.

Barbato's' voice was stern and firm as he commanded Yaal, "Duke YaalNalgroth. Please, stop corrupting what is not yours." Yaal immediately released you and stepped back, clearly overwhelmed by the power of Barbato's' voice.

Diavolo suddenly appeared, an intimidating sight in his true form. He was magnificent and fierce and stood tall, staring down at you with pity. His horns were broad and curved inwards, adorned with gold decoration. His four wings were a dark red and black mix, the ends sparkling with golden embellishments. Over his shoulder draped a black-furred shawl, upon which sat a striking gold pendant with multiple bat wings, the center emblazoned with a red jewel. On his arms were six rows of golden triangle patterns punctuated by black vertical markings across his torso. He wore black harem-style pants, with two gold chains and a set of red jewel pendants on each side, draped in a white cloth with a pattern of golden designs. His whole appearance made it clear that he was an entity to be reverenced.

Diavolo's voice turned sinister as he conversed, an unsettling calmness in his tone. "I distinctly recall telling you to leave her to me," he hissed, his eyes narrowing in discontent. But, just as quickly, his expression softened into one of worry, his brows furrowing in false concern. He tried to mask it with a gentle smile, but the blazing fire in his eyes betrayed his true intentions.

"My apologies, sir, but I simply cannot stand idly by as such a delicate and alluring creature slips through your fingers," Barbatos pleaded, his voice trembling with emotion. "I fear that your gentle nature will lead you to release her, and I cannot bear the thought of her being lost to us forever. I know you only wish for peace and harmony within our realm, but I could not help but intervene. I did not seem to overstep my position. But perhaps what I say next might. The risk is worth it, for I cannot bear to see you lose her." Barbatos was saying as he reached into Diavolo's pants. Barbados’s words and touch sent a delicious shiver down Diavolo's spine. He knew he should push him away, but the forbidden pleasure was too irresistible. Little did he know this moment would change everything. His words felt like they were caressing his soul. Barbatos delved deeper into the forbidden territory of Diavolo's pants. The thrill of potentially overstepping my boundaries only fueled the desire in the air.

Your mind is drowning in a sea of overwhelming knowledge, causing you to feel lost and disoriented. Reality seems to be slipping away as you struggle to understand it all. Just as a question form in your mind, the answer floods in, overwhelming you further. It's almost as if you were set up for this chaos. And indeed, you were. Barbatos had orchestrated this situation, his calculating hand at play figuratively and literally as he continued to sensually play with Diavolo's hardening wood. And for what? For his master, the one who stood above you with a tantalizing glint in his eye, his desire palpable as he watches your tender body quiver under his gaze. Barbatos stroke his ever-growing bulge. All of this was for his own twisted pleasure, and you were nothing but a pawn in their wicked game.

"That's true," Diavolo gasped, the words dripping with a primal need. Pre-cum dribbling from his engorged head. "My goal is always at the forefront of my mind, consuming every waking moment. I've had little time to indulge in my deepest desires." Diavolo let out a tortured moan as his throbbing length was expertly caressed by Barbato's slick hand. The hunger in his eyes was palpable, his desire for you a constant ache in his demon heart. The intensity of his longing sent shivers down your spine, igniting a fire within you that burned as fiercely as his own.

 "And yet you deny yourself any pleasure," Barbatos’s voice cut through the air like a whip, causing Diavolo to flinch. "When was the last time you took something for yourself, sir? Something purely for your own satisfaction?" Diavolo remained silent, his guilt evident in his trembling body. His duty as the ruler of the underworld had always been at the forefront of his mind, leaving little room for his own wants and desires. But Barbatos refused to let him continue this self-destructive path.

"You are a demon, sir. A demon with primal needs and urges," the butler's voice dripped with urgency and longing. "And this young, nubile body before you is a delectable treat waiting to be savored." At Barbatos's encouragement, Diavolo's resolve crumbled, and he collapsed between your legs, his hot breath fanning across your skin as he hungrily gazed at your body. With Barbatos's loving guidance, he positioned himself at your entrance, his rock-hard cock throbbing with need. But even in this moment of passion, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of disgust towards Barbatos, whose devotion to Diavolo bordered on obsession. You knew he was nothing more than a simp, jerking off his own master in a desperate attempt to please him.

"Dammit! You monsters!" You scream, tears stream down your face as you struggle against their tight grip. "How could you do this to me? I trusted you!" Your heart aches as you realize the magnitude of their betrayal. "I just want to go home!" Diavolo's features shifted instantly, a wave of sorrow washing over his usually proud expression. But you knew deep down it was all just an act. You could see it in how his eyes didn't quite reflect the sadness in his words.

"Breaking a contract with a demon is a grave mistake," he continued, his voice laced with disappointment. "And yet, you dared to venture into forbidden territory. Now, you can never return home. A contract is a contract, such is the law of devildom, and now you must face the consequences." His words hit you like a ton of bricks, crushing any hope of escape.

"I can't believe I fell for your lies," you whisper, defeated. "I never stood a chance against your magic."

Your eyes shift to Barbatos, who calmly strokes his master as if nothing is amiss. You glared at him, defiance burning as they loomed over you. But your anger was soon redirected as Barbatos, the mastermind behind this situation, caught your attention. His hand expertly stroked Diavolo's length, a smug smile playing on his lips as he saw your reaction. Your glare intensified, but Barbatos merely brushed it off with a wave of his hand. Your protests were silenced, just like your chances of ever leaving this cursed place. Panic sets in as you realize the full extent of their power. They are demons, after all. Diavolo and Barbatos exchange a satisfied smirk before turning to you with dark intentions. You know you will never be able to return home at that moment. This is your new reality - a cruel and manipulative demon world ruled by those who tricked and betrayed you. As they hover over you, a sense of dread washes over you, and you can only hope to survive in this hellish new existence.

“That’s right, master. She can’t be allowed to leave after everything she has seen. Listen to me, Master," Barbatos spoke with a sinister glint in his eye. "She cannot be allowed to leave. She has witnessed our forbidden world and willingly indulged in our secrets. She is a treacherous sinner who succumbed to temptation. She chose to break the rules. No one made her. She's a sinner who gave in to temptation. Now, we must decide what to do with her. Maybe we should wait until Master Diavolo has had his fun to punish her properly."

He parted your lips, readying you for Diavolo's upcoming pleasure. The demon prince himself seemed to be struggling with conflicting thoughts.

"Yes, I wanted her in my own way, but this...it feels wrong," he mumbled, his gaze fixed on you. Suddenly, his eyes widened with a predatory glint as he saw something that made his mouth water. "She's a virgin," he exclaimed, drooling, and licking his lips. "I cannot force myself upon her. It goes against everything I stand for."

The atmosphere grew thick with tension as Barbatos and Diavolo contemplated their next move. The fate of the innocent young woman lay in their hands, and they had all the power to decide her demise. For a brief moment, hope blooms in your chest. With an intense gaze that seemed to pierce through your very being, Diavolo's eyes remained fixated on your exposed sex. There was an unsettling aura of dominance and desire emanating from him, leaving you chained to the spot with a mix of fear and anticipation. You couldn't help but shiver at the thought of what he might do next, with his unwavering stare holding you captive in a moment of intense vulnerability.

"My lord, wait until she is fully prepared. I comprehend your desire. It has been an eternity since you have indulged in such a luscious prize. Humans are no more than mere rabbits in this age. A virgin, my dear lord, is an exquisite and scarce delicacy," Barbatos purrs seductively into his ear. A sly grin spread across his face. "Do not deny yourself the pleasure of savoring every last drop of her innocence and submission." Diavolo's eyes darken with a lustful hunger as he bears his fangs, ready to claim you as his own. "Patience, my lord, for the ultimate reward will be worth the wait."

The anticipation builds as Diavolo's dominant aura fills the space between you, sending shivers down your spine. Your body trembles with both fear and desire, knowing that you are at the mercy of this powerful demon lord. Time stands still as you wait, your body aching for his touch. The air fills with an electric tension as Diavolo's hand slowly reaches out to claim you as his possession. The moment has finally arrived, and there is no turning back.

"There are other ways to punish her for her sins. There are countless avenues to exact vengeance upon her for her grave transgressions," Diavolo chuckled darkly, his predatory instincts taking over. His thirst for justice consumed him. "We shall leave no option unexplored. For it is my birthright. My duty as the merciless enforcer of punishment," he snarled, his gaze smoldering with fiery intent. "She shall suffer for her insolence, and I shall revel in my dominance over her. She shall witness the consequences of daring to trespass into our realm with wickedness in her heart, attempting to disrupt the balance by divulging our sacred secrets."

You trembled at the thought of what they had in store for you. Your blood ran cold at the mere thought of what lay ahead. The powerful demons, their dark intentions hidden beneath their deceptive beauty, had you entirely under their control. As they whispered amongst themselves, a sense of terror consumed you, battling with the enticing rush of arousal surging through your body. You had never intended to sabotage the balance. You simply wanted answers for your own sake, but now you were at the mercy of their twisted desires. Dread knotted in your stomach as you recalled your foolish mistake of meddling with their affairs. You had only sought answers, but now you were at their mercy, a mere plaything for their sadistic desires.

Barbatos, the cruelest of them all, leaned in close, his sharp teeth glinting in the dim light. Barbatos leaned in close to you, his voice dripping with malice. "You should have known better than to meddle in our affairs," he sneered. "Now, you will face the consequences for your curiosity." With a swift movement, his clawed hand gripped your neck, his grip tight and unyielding. Your heart raced as you watched his demon eyes glint with sadistic pleasure. You couldn't even find the strength to speak as he grabbed you, his claws digging into your flesh. Yaal's laughter echoed in your ears as they reveled in your fear. In that moment, you knew that you were truly at the mercy of these creatures from the depths of hell.

"I am about to break the crippling silence spell, for my master relishes in the sound of his lover's voice – be it pained screams or blissful moans. Do not dare to be a nuisance and attempt to rationalize your way out, for I warn you, I shall invoke a most unpleasant consequence," Barbatos murmured coolly, his voice dripping with a menacing undertone.Diavolo, the most feared demon in all of devildom, stepped closer with a sinister grin on his handsome face. Yaal's long, slimy tentacles encircled you, holding you in place as Diavolo's deep, rumbling voice filled the room.

"You see, my dear, your fear is a delicacy for us demons. And I assure you, Yaal here knows exactly how to prepare it perfectly." His hot breath tickled your ear, and you could feel the heat of his body radiating towards you. Your heart raced as you realized the true extent of your situation. A cold chill ran down your spine as Diavolo ran his sharp claws across your exposed neck. The only thing keeping you from falling to the ground was Yaal's firm hold on your body. You were entirely at their mercy, and there was no escape.

"This is just the beginning of your punishment," he growled, his voice laced with a dark promise. "Consider this a taste of what's to come until I fully decide how to make you pay." As his fingers trailed down your exposed body, you couldn't help but shudder at their menacing touch. You could do nothing but shake at their intimidating presence, trapped in a forbidden world with no escape. You knew this would be a night you would never forget. A night of sin and punishment, of forbidden and dark desires. An innocent soul drawn into the dangerous world of demons.

Yaal bent you to expose your pussy to Diavolo, who pressed his body to yours. Gripping your ass, he parts you wide. You scream in terror that he is going to eat you. But as he chomps down, you realize he is not eating you as you had expected.

A wicked smile spread across Yaal's face as he was ordered to reveal your exposed pussy to the powerful demon, Diavolo. Your heart pounded as Yaal bent your legs, exposing a tantalizing sliver of your delicate folds. Your calves were spread apart, one on each side of Diavolo's massive body, as he pressed himself against you. The intensity of his presence made you tremble with fear and desire. With one hand gripping your ass, Diavolo spread you open, baring you completely to his hungry gaze. A bloodcurdling scream escaped your lips as you imagined the imminent attack on your vulnerable body. But to your shock, Diavolo's sharp teeth did not pierce your skin. Instead, he devoured your fear and pleasure with a savage hunger, leaving you trembling with a mixture of terror and intense ecstasy.

As Diavolo ravished your body, every nerve in your body was on fire with pleasure. His tongue and fingers explored every inch of your tight hole, igniting sensations you had never experienced before. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you surrendered to the overpowering pleasure, a mix of surrender and desire filling your mind. At that moment, you knew that you would never be the same after this encounter with the Devil himself. As he ravished your body, you were overcome with wild desire, moaning and begging for more of his merciless devouring. His tongue and fingers delve into your tight hole.

With a gasp, you felt Diavolo's horns digging into your hips, the rough edges adding to the intensity of his touch. His face was pressed against your hot dripping pussy, his moan filled with longing and desire. The throbbing heat of his cock rubbed against your face, making your heart race and your body ache with need. "It's been too long," he groaned, his voice laced with desperation. Your blood rushed through your veins, heat pooling between your legs as you felt the overwhelming desire for him coursing through you. His hot throbbing cock is in your face as you feel all your blood rushing to your head and cunt. With each gasp and moan, your body trembled with excitement as Diavolo continued to ravish you with his tongue. His hands gripped your ass possessively, his horned head bobbing with each movement, driving you closer and closer to the edge.

"Put that mouth to use. Open wide and suck your Master," Barbatos says, shoving Diavolo's cock in your mouth. It's hard to breathe with his large length stuffing down your throat. Your cheeks are hollow, and your eyes water, but you can only moan in response as Barbatos uses you for his and Diavolo’s pleasure. You are nothing but a mere plaything, helplessly at his mercy, and you embrace it with unbridled fervor. Every touch, every command, ignites a chaotic desire within you, leaving you trembling with a thirst to be claimed by him. It's inexplicable, this unwavering pull towards him and the conflicting emotions it stirs. Despite knowing the danger, you can't resist the allure of being his possession. It incites a burning inquiry in your mind - how can something so devastating also be so irresistible? You should despise this captivity, but instead, you crave what it brings.

"Submit to your Master's desires," Barbato's demands, thrusting Diavolo's cock even deeper into your mouth. You can feel the overwhelming power and dominance radiating from him as your senses are consumed by his taste and smell. You try to pull back, but Barbatos holds your head firmly in place, making you feel completely helpless. The pain and pleasure mix together as you are forced to take in every inch of Diavolo's throbbing length. Just when you think you can't take anymore, Barbatos releases the hold on your head, and you gasp for air, only to have another explosion of Diavolo's hot juices hit the back of your throat. You can't help but moan in ecstasy as your Master marks you as his own. But just when you thought you couldn't take it anymore, he pulled away, leaving you aching and unsatisfied.

"You're not done yet," he growled, his intense eyes daring you to deny him. And like a flame igniting, all the pent-up desire and longing exploded within you. His voice was a low rumble, his piercing gaze holding you captive. But instead of fear, all you felt was a fire igniting deep within you. It was as if his words were a trigger, unleashing all the repressed desire and longing that had been simmering beneath the surface. Yaal pushes you back onto the bed of writhing flesh, Diavolo's hand grazing your skin and sending shivers down your spine. Diavolo strode towards you, his aura radiating danger and temptation. You couldn't resist the pull, lurching towards him and wrapping your arms around his neck, craving his touch like a drug.

"Why do I feel so drawn to you?" You couldn't help but ask, your voice trembling with want. But Yaal just chuckled wickedly, his eyes gleaming with mischief and knowing.

"Oh, she still hasn't learned her lesson," he smirked, reveling in the dangerous game unfolding before him. And you couldn't deny it because, at that moment, you were willing to play with the Devil himself, consumed by an insatiable hunger for more.

With a wicked smirk on his face, Diavolo stands before you, a demon who has cunningly prepared you for your impending punishment. Your heart races in fear as he pounces on you, his body pulsing with dark desire. He thrusts himself into you with brutal force, violating your innocence as he revels in the feeling of your tight and raw walls clenching around him. The pain is intense, and you can't help but gasp in shock and pain, raking your nails down his flesh in protest. But Diavolo only moans in pleasure, his eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy at the power he holds over you.

"Behold, little human," he purrs, his voice dripping with malice. "This is what happens to those who dare to threaten the balance in my kingdom." He uses you to satisfy his urges, reveling in the control he exerts over your body. He believes this is for the best, for it keeps his darker desires in check. But for you, it is a nightmare as you realize the true monstrous nature of the demon before you.

Your bodies moved in a primal rhythm, a dance of passion and need, as you both gave in to the overwhelming desire that consumed you. In that moment, nothing else mattered. The world could have burned around you, and you wouldn't have cared as long as you were lost in this fiery embrace with the powerful and seductive demon before you. It was a passionate and intense moment, a battle of wills and desire that left you breathless and fulfilled.

"But why?" your mind questions. But you pushed those thoughts aside as Diavolo finally claimed you as his own, his possessive growls and desperate thrusts filling the room as he finally allowed himself to indulge in the pleasure he so desperately craved.

Despite the overwhelming pull towards his ultimate goal, Diavolo couldn't resist the alluring temptation of your body. Every touch, every kiss, every thrust was a fleeting taste of bliss that he couldn't get enough of. With a lustful desperation, he surrendered to the pleasure, his body and soul consumed by the insatiable hunger for you. At that moment, nothing else mattered but the intoxicating sensation of your body against him, driving him to the brink of ecstasy. As he surrendered to the raw and carnal urges, Diavolo couldn't help but wonder if this was what true desire felt like, a primal force that could bring even the most powerful demon to his knees. He needs to temper his urges.

The depth of Diavolo's wickedness knows no bounds, as his most nefarious impulses are rooted in a twisted desire for power and domination. Like a puppet master pulling the strings of his unsuspecting victims, Diavolo thrives on instilling fear and using intimidation tactics to manipulate those around him. His tyrannical reign is further fueled by his disdain for humanity and its perceived weaknesses. With a merciless gaze, he reveals the differences between species, relishing his power over them. But harnessing fear as a means of control is a treacherous game that consumes even the most diabolical of minds. It is a trait that speaks volumes of his depravity and lack of empathy, a dangerous combination that threatens all who dare to cross his path.

"Ah! Oh, oh, oh, please. Why?" you moaned.

"Barbatos. I can still see some defiant questioning in her eyes. I like her other cute noises better. I have some questions myself. Do you know what will look cute? I think Barbato's cock in your mouth might be cute? What do you think, Barbatos?" Diavolo asked looking to Barbatos. Barbatos nodded slightly, clearly understanding the unspoken threat in Diavolo's words. Fear and intimidation were Diavolo's favorite weapons, and he reveled in seeing the terror in others' eyes. His judgmental attitude towards humans only fueled his desire to control and manipulate them, relishing his power over their lives. And as you lay there, trembling with terror, you couldn't help but wonder if there was any humanity left in this diabolical creature.

As you watched Diavolo's cheerful expression morph into a cruel sneer, a sense of unease washed over you. Despite his charming persona and love for fun, it was clear that there was darkness lingering beneath the surface. With a commanding voice, he barked at you to obey his every command without hesitation. He saw himself as a superior being and expected others to bow down to him. You couldn't help but feel a chill run down your spine as you were suddenly thrown to the ground, your hands forced behind your back. Tenacles wrapping around your throat and upper body, lifting your front.

Diavolo towered over you, his rich crimson eyes burning with a menacing glint. It was then that you realized how terrifying he could genuinely be. His carefree nature was just a facade, masking a ruler's dangerous and calculating mind. Your heart pounded in your chest as Diavolo leaned in close, his hot breath on your neck as he hissed, "How dare you question me, mortal."

His grip on your wrists tightened, and you winced in pain as he snarled, "I have no tolerance for insolence. You are nothing but a mere toy in my game, and I will not hesitate to dispose of toys that do not obey." The fear in his voice sent shivers down your spine, and you knew that you were at the mercy of a powerful and unpredictable ruler. At that moment, your innocent curiosity about Diavolo gave way to a deep-seated fear and realization of the true extent of his power. You were just a player in his grand scheme, and you could only hope to survive as a plaything in a game controlled by a dictator.

 He exuded an aura of dominance and superiority, his very presence commanding obedience and submission. You couldn't help but feel a chill run down your spine as you watched him mercilessly exert his power over those around him. There was no denying that Diavolo had a thirst for control, and he wielded fear and intimidation as his weapons. You could see the traces of his tyrannical tendencies lurking beneath his charming facade. It was a dangerous combination that could bring about destruction and chaos at any moment. Desperate for guidance and salvation, you turned to Barbatos, hoping for some glimmer of humanity in this cruel realm. But all you received was a blank, emotionless stare mirroring Diavolo's coldness. Even his most loyal advisor seemed to share the same heartlessness and lack of mercy. And as you reluctantly opened your mouth to do as you were told, you couldn't help but fear for your future in this dark and twisted world.

"YaalNaGroth," Diavolo's voice boomed through the dark. The demon lord's golden eyes gleamed with admiration as he gazed upon you, his loyal follower, kneeling before him. The flickering light of the torches cast shadows across your face, contrasting with the wicked smile that played upon Diavolo's lips.

"You have proven your loyalty to me time and time again," he continued, his voice dripping with admiration. "And for that, I shall grant you a most exquisite treat." A wave of anticipation washed over you at his words, your heart racing in anticipation of what would come.

"As a reward for your unwavering loyalty, I offer you the ultimate pleasure," he purred, his hand trailing down to grip your chin and tilt your head up to meet Barbato's smoldering gaze. He grips your jaw to open your mouth wider for the Butler. "Unleash your wicked tentacles upon this pure and innocent maiden's untouched flesh." A wicked grin spread across his face as he gestured to your trembling form, your eyes wide with fear and your delicate features twisted in terror. Your mouth went dry as you realized the true extent of Diavolo's intentions. Gripping your chin tighter, Diavolo leaned in to whisper in your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

"Her virgin asshole," he murmured, his thumb circling the tight ring of muscle. You gasped, both in fear and arousal, at the thought of what was to come. Diavolo's hand slid down to your hips, holding you in place as he roughly thrusts his cock back into your sore and bruised pussy. The combination of pain and pleasure sent shocks of arousal through your body, your blood boiling with a heady mix of emotions. But amidst the chaos, Diavolo's following words gave Yaal pause.

"Listen carefully, YaalNaGroth," Diavolo's voice was filled with amusement as he leaned in closer to you, spitting on your ass and causing you to flinch from the warm liquid trickling down your crack. "This particular one is not to be broken like the others. She is a special plaything for me," he continued, gleaming of mischief in his eyes. He gestured towards you, his thumb still inside your tight asshole, as he spoke.

"Once you finish, I intend to have fun with her. But do not mistake my words. I will not tolerate any excessive cruelty towards her. If she proves unworthy, I reserve the right to punish her severely." Diavolo's lips curved into a wicked smile as he watched the anticipation and desire flicker across your face.

"But do not let that discourage you from using all your tentacles to fully ravish this innocent creature," he added with a playful chuckle, thrusting his thumb in and out of your ass for emphasis.

 Without a moment's hesitation, Yaal summoned his tentacles. These sinister appendages were seemingly alive and eager to explore the depths of your body. With a sadistic smirk, he watched as your body trembled in fear and pleasure. His dark eyes were filled with a hunger that could not be satiated. This lust could only be satisfied by indulging in his most twisted desires.

Meanwhile, Barbatos thrust himself between your swollen lips, his leaking cock easily sliding down your throat. You gagged and choked, but he paid no heed. His mind solely focused on dominating and claiming his pleasurable reward.

"She does look cute with my cock in her mouth," He panted as if he was pondering the aesthetics seriously. His hands held your head in place, forcing you to take every inch of him until your mouth was overflowing with him. As Barbatos ravaged your mouth, Yaal's tentacles began their merciless assault on your body. They slithered and coiled around your limbs, wrapping tightly and leaving red marks in their wake. They moved with a purpose, seeking out every sensitive spot on your body and causing you to cry out in both pleasure and pain.

But it was not just your limbs that Yaal's tentacles explored. They also delve deep into your most intimate areas, finding and stimulating every hidden nerve. Your moans and cries only spurred them on, urging them to push harder and deeper until you were writhing and begging for more. The two demons continued to pleasure you. You could feel Diavolo's eyes on you. His amusement at your predicament was evident in the wicked smile on his face, and his approval only fueled the demons' desires. With every thrust of Barbatos and every squeeze of Yaal's tentacles, you were brought closer to the edge of ecstasy. Your body was a playground for their twisted desires, entirely at the mercy of their insatiable hunger. And when the combined efforts of the two demons finally pushed you over the edge, you were overcome with a mind-shattering climax, your body spasming uncontrollably as you surrendered to their wicked desires.

Diavolo's thrusts were forceful and unrelenting, his hips slamming into yours with a primal need. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air as his fingers dug into your hips, holding you tightly in place. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body, building up an intense heat within you. But it was Yaal's tentacles that indeed drove you over the edge. The slimy appendages wrapped around your body, trailing over every inch of your skin with precise and calculated movements. Their slippery touch sent shivers down your spine as they toyed with your sensitive flesh, amplifying every sensation and heightening your pleasure to unbearable levels, consumed by their insatiable lust and twisted desires. The mixture of Diavolo's powerful thrusts and Yaal's relentless tentacles was overwhelming, taking you to the brink of ecstasy with each passing moment.

As the onslaught continued, your body was pushed to its limits. The pleasure was almost unbearable, but you couldn't bring yourself to ask for mercy. Asking questions can lead to more punishment. You wanted more, needed more of this intense and forbidden pleasure. And then, just as you thought you couldn't take anymore, Yaal's tentacles tightened around you, focusing their attention on your most sensitive areas. The pleasure was too much to bear, and with one final thrust from Diavolo, you were overcome by a mind-shattering climax.

Your body convulsed in pleasure, writhing and quivering as the waves of ecstasy washed over you. Your moans and cries filled the air as you surrendered utterly to the delight these wicked creatures had brought upon you. You were nothing but a vessel for their insatiable desires, unable to resist the overwhelming pleasure that they bestowed upon you. And as the tremors of your climax subsided, you were left spent and panting, these demons who had taken you to heights of pleasure you never knew existed.

The night was consumed by unbridled lust, your tentacles ravaging every inch of the mortal woman's body until you were shaking and completely spent. You could feel a sense of pride and satisfaction at having pleased your powerful Master, Diavolo, to such an extent. But even as you lay panting and dripping with sweat and cum before him, you were not done. Three insatiable demons descended upon you, their relentless desires tearing through you in an intoxicating frenzy of pleasure and sin.

When it was all over, you were left as a convulsive, exhausted heap, filled to the brim with the remnants of their lustful desires. But even then, your Master's attention did not wane as Barbatos swooped in to care for you, treating you like the most precious of Diavolo's treasures.

He created a prison of comfort for you, manipulating time itself so that you would not even know how much had passed. As Diavolo indulged in his human concubine, you were kept safe and cared for by Barbatos, ensuring that you would never escape or feel neglected. Barbatos' words echoed in your mind as he stroked your hair gently, soothing you after your intense ordeal.

You are a human concubine chosen by the Prince of Devildom himself. You were subjected to unimaginable pleasures and pains every night, all at the mercy of Diavolo and his servants. With each passing night, you found yourself becoming more and more lost in the frenzy of passion and debauchery, unable to resist the temptations and pleasures that surrounded you. Under the guidance of Diavolo and his experienced demons, you were trained to become the ultimate pleasure object, fulfilling every desire and whim of the prince's insatiable appetite.

But this night was different. As exhaustion finally overtook you, you were overwhelmed with pride and fulfillment. You had pleased your Master, and that was all that mattered. And as you lay trembling and covered in their cum, you couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at being able to bring such pleasure to powerful demons. But the night was far from over. As if sensing your heightened state, Diavolo signaled for his two companions, the powerful demons Lucifer and Mammon, to join in. You were mercilessly ravaged by the three of them, unable to resist their commanding presence and insatiable lust. Amidst the frenzy, Barbatos remained by your side, his gentle touch comforting you as he watched over you.

A prized possession of Diavolo and his trusted servant, and as you drifted off to sleep, fatigue and contentment washing over you, you couldn't help but wonder what pleasures awaited you in the coming nights.

Barbatos reported, a hint of a sly smirk on his lips as he looked down at you, satisfied with his work. Diavolo was grateful for Barbatos' efforts to make sure you were well taken care of in your captivity. Diavolo chuckled, a dark and possessive gleam in his eyes as he ran a hand through your hair, his touch sending shivers of pleasure through your body.

"She looks so beautiful, completely ruined, and yet still begging for more. I knew she was the perfect choice, Barbatos. I could never tire of such a devoted and insatiable lover. She keeps the others in line waiting for a taste."

You couldn't help but moan at Diavolo's words, feeling a renewed surge of arousal at his possessive hold on you. As he claimed you once again, you couldn't help but feel grateful to be at the mercy of such powerful and passionate beings. When the night finally ended, you were left exhausted and covered in marks and bruises but also fulfilled and satisfied in a way you never thought possible.

"Yes, Master. There is a reason we make sure all the humans have no family looking for them," Barbatos agreed. As you fell into a deep and contented sleep, you knew that you had found your true purpose and pleasure in serving your Master and his demons, willing to do whatever it took to please them and be by their side. They both held you with love and care.

#obey me diavolo #diavolo x reader #jjba diavolo #obey diavolo #obey me #obey me fanfic

[writersdare]

Hold Me Tight | Luke Hemmings

Pairing: Luke Hemmings x Reader (she/her)

Summary: Luke has been plagued by nightmares, but Y/N was always there for him.

Warning: hurt/comfort, nightmares

Word Count: 1 097

Author’s Note: Having trouble sleeping for months in the recent past, I decided to let it go in a little story. Hopefully you’ll like this one. Requests are open ♡

There was some magic in traveling by bus, even though it could be rather tiring, too. Y/N never really joined the band on tour before, as she had a job in LA, and the girl just couldn’t put her work aside and have carefree time with the guys. Yet, the things have changed after the marriage, both Luke and Y/N realized they didn’t want to be away from each other for that long again, the distance was killing, and they needed to find a compromise. Lu, obviously, couldn’t just stay in the US and perform from home (2020 would still give everyone chills), but Y/N finally got an opportunity to work remote, and it gave her a chance to change the open plan office to something she preferred more. She’d still have zoom calls time to time and her working schedule could be a mess, but it was much better, as she could be next to her husband. Luke was really happy, and during the tour he’d always make sure how his girl was and if she had enough rest before taking on another project she was given.

The first week of touring was chaotic, it was almost always loud in the bus, so Y/N definitely had to get used to her new style of life. It got easier as the weeks went by. She’d work in the mornings and during the guys’ rehearsals, sometimes she’d have to work during their performances, too, but most of the time by the end of the days she was free and could enjoy the concerts. Funny, but even though the shows would get repetitive, Y/N would enjoy each time, as if it was always new experience. It was to some extent, each show was still different, a lot depended on a crowd and the energy it was giving.

Usually, the guys couldn’t sleep for hours after performing live, the adrenalin would still rush in their veins, but with time tiredness would take over, and everyone would fall asleep as soon as they went to bunk beds. It was trickier if the band was in a completely different time zone and experienced jet lag, but luckily, they’ve already passed that stage.  

For some reason, though, it didn’t stop Luke from having troubles sleeping past few days. He’d fall asleep right after his head would touch a pillow, yet, three days in a row he was waking up in the middle of the night from nightmares. They were bizarre and didn’t make any sense, but in the morning the guy would feel tired and sleepy. Sometimes he’d dream about something more real, like losing his voice or getting lost in the woods, and an unpleasant feeling wouldn’t leave him during the whole day until he’d play a show. 

Around 2 a.m. Y/N woke up, hearing Luke suffering from a bad dream once again. He was shaking his head harshly from side to side, mumbling and whining something. It was scaring Y/N, as if she could feel the fear Luke was experiencing at that moment. Focusing on the guy’s face and adjusting to the darkness, the girl hurried up to leave her bunk and kneel beside him. The bunks were too small to fit them both, which was a shame, they missed sleeping in the same bed, but at least their bottom bunks were next to each other.

“Hey, baby, wake up,” Y/N whispered, gently shaking the guy’s shoulder, trying to save him from the nightmare. “Luke, it’s just a dream, it’s alright, wake up, baby.”

As he opened the eyes, the musician started to breath harshly, as if there was not enough air in the lungs all of a sudden.

“Shh, that’s okay. That’s okay, it’s me. It was just a dream.”

Luke had to make an effort to get his normal breath back and realize it was just a dream, indeed. Focusing the eyes on a ceiling, the guy reached Y/N’s hand on his shoulder and sighed heavily. He squeezed her palm, remembering the horrors he saw just a minute ago, and left a short kiss on her fingers.

“Another one?” she simply asked and carefully lied next to Luke, as much as it was possible.

He only nodded at the question and rested a head on her shoulder.

“I feel like I’m going crazy,” Luke whispered, thinking that before going to bed he was getting scared already in advance.

“You are not,” Y/N whispered back. “You just exhausted yourself with work and brain seeks for a rest.”

“In nightmares?” he chuckled, not being convinced. “None of the guys are having it, just me. I mean, thanks god,” Luke shook his head. “But it’s not just me who is working hard.”

“Stop comparing yourself to others, huh?” Y/N gently hugged her husband and left a short kiss on a forehead. “It’ll be alright. Just a week left, and you’ll be back home,” the girl stroked his hair and started to leave short kisses on his face. It was calming him down little by little. 

“Stay here, okay?” Luke asked.

“Of course,” Y/N smiled and pulled him closer to herself.

When Y/N had a bad dream, Luke used to hold her tight and sing a little lullaby about a knight who was guarding her while she was asleep. That night, though, Y/N was Luke’s knight.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, realizing she was awake because of him.

“Don’t be silly, it’s alright,” she hurried up to reassure, enjoying that little intimacy between them. It was very simple and pure, and the girl liked that. Even though she’d, of course, prefer the situation to be different. Y/N hopped the nightmares would stop bothering him soon, though, he wasn’t alright...

“Try to get some sleep, okay? I’ll be here, next to you, and won’t fall asleep before you,” Y/N promised, stroking his hair once again.

Luke could feel slightly awkward and maybe even embarrassed to show his fear and weakness, but his girl always knew how to fix that. How exactly to tell or show it was normal to experience such emotions. 

“Thank you, Y/N,” he whispered back and buried the face in her neck, sensing a peach shower gel and a bit of perfume he got her last month. 

The girl left a short kiss on the top of his head and closed the eyes, hoping her boy would finally have a proper sleep and rest. She’d be very quiet, listening to his even breathing, and as the girl realized he was sleeping calmly, Y/N fell asleep, too, holding Luke in her arms tight.

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#luke hemmings #luke hemmo #5sos blurb #5sos imagine #5sos imagines #5 seconds of summer #5 seconds of summer imagine #5sos #5sos angst #5sos fic #luke hemmings imagine #luke hemmings angst #luke hemmings x reader #luke hemmings x y/n #luke 5 seconds of summer #luke 5sos #luke 5sauce #luke hemmings blurb #writersdare #writersdare Luke 5sos

[beanghostprincess]

Hi!

I just read a very funny fic 'Much ado about nothing' by Fire_lily and Violet_20 on AO3 and I was wondering... how do you think Sanji (and by the other guys) would behave when the girls are on their periods?

Okay, yeah, it was really funny. I often think about this, honestly, ngl. And you know how much I tend to write because I'm a menace to society, so I'll try to keep it brief. Btw, assume all the guys here are cis men (which hurts, because I'd rather die than say Usopp, Luffy and Zoro have dicks. But okay. Let's say they do) and that Nami is the only one in her period (because I think Robin is trans and also she has been dealing with pain so much on her own that even if she had her period, the crew wouldn't even notice. Nami, Franky, Jinbe, and Brook would be the only ones knowing).

Chopper is the one explaining what a period is, by the way, because these idiots know the basics but not much and I think they could use some health classes? Like, seriously, it'd be nice.

Luffy: Doesn't understand what the fuck is a period (Makino explained it. His ass didn't listen). If Nami is bleeding, can't Chopper cure her? Oh, he can't? Is she sick? Is she going to die? No? She's fine, then? But she needs them to give her a break because even if she isn't sick, she's still not going through the best time. It's uncomfortable and she feels bad and sensitive. I think Luffy would have a lot of questions and he would ask shamelessly about them. And he would also try to be considerate and share his food with Nami and cause less trouble. I know he's chaotic but he's always really nice when a crewmate is in pain, and if Nami (his navigator. His Nami!!!) is feeling bad, he'll do whatever he can to help her. If she has cramps he'll probably stay beside her and sleep with her and cuddle. He's actually worried sick even if she tells him she's fine.

Zoro: He doesn't really give a fuck. Kuina explained what periods were to him and how unfair it was and he agreed. It is unfair. It is fucked up. They shouldn't go through that. He respects Nami a lot for being able to work and yell and live normally while she's bleeding and cramping (I mean, that's HIS normal state, but Nami isn't like him). So he just supports her from a distance and if she needs anything he'll just try to help and that's it. He's like?? He's normal about it. Just a thing the body does. Everyone thinks it's such a big deal, but it's not.

Usopp: He grew up with Kaya. I don't need to say anything else. He's always complaining about Nami being louder than usual or oversensitive and saying that she doesn't need to blame them for being in pain, but he only says it because they're best friends, lmao. "Girl, I know you're in pain but it's not my fault. Chill. Do you want a chocolate bar?" and he's pretty much the only one allowed to keep her company when she's stressed and too angry to deal with the others. Bestie privileges. He knows how to make her happy. The perks of having a childhood sweetheart and taking care of her when she was on her period (she was just emotional, though, not like Nami who is a ticking time bomb depending on the month). He always has pads, pills, and distractions ready for Nami. He's just there and normal about it and helping her out.

Sanji: Fucking dramatic. I can't stand him. I'm gonna throw bricks at him. I love him, but he's either the most respectful gentleman on earth or the weirdest guy ever about this. He's probably both at the same time. He's SO annoying, oh my god. He keeps wanting to do everything for Nami, and okay, the food, tea, and extra snacks are fine. But it's just too much. He's the one crying all the time like "WHY DID GOD CURSE OUR MELLORINES WITH SUCH PAIN?????????? OH NAMI-SWAN IF I COULD TAKE YOUR SUFFERING I WOULD!!!!!! YOU ARE SO BRAVE FOR THIS!!!!!" and Usopp is the one actually throwing stuff at him and kicking him out of the girl's room when he comes to bring some snacks and won't shut up. He's,, Overly helpful. He has good intentions, really, but Nami is just on her period. She can still move and do her own things, thank you very much. I think he learns to be more normal about it with time, though. And he's just this way with Nami, probably (I say this bc I'm writing a Sanuso fic with Trans Usopp on his period and I swear Sanji is normal about it).

Chopper: I mean. It's the doctor. He keeps an eye on Nami and takes care of her. He's gentle and always tries to bring her painkillers if it's too much. Reminds her to drink a lot of water and eat properly but never too much because she could get sick! He's the cutest, gentlest thing ever.

Franky: Another dramatic man. He's just like Sanji, except that instead of crying because Nami has to go through this, he keeps saying she's SUPEERRRRR COOL AND STRONG FOR DEALING WITH THIS. But it's only for a few seconds and then he's just acting like a dad. Which includes helping if needed but then asking the weirdest questions to see if Nami is alright.

Brook: He would be the sweetest thing ever. But also, we gotta admit that he's still a perv and would ask to see Nami's underwear anyway. But leaving that aside, yeah, he's sweet. He offers tea and gentle music while she works and tries to be a gentleman. He makes a few jokes here and there, Nami hits him, the usual stuff. But he's a sweet grandpa so he's just there being nice. But, y'know, Brook is always nice to be around. He just offers his help more and often asks Nami if she's feeling okay.

Jinbe: He doesn't quite understand what he's supposed to do, but he just doesn't get in Nami's way if she's mad, and if she's sensitive he'll try to make the crew shut up for a while. Gentle older man. He always tries to make peace around the place, but pretty much like Brook and he also tries not to overstep. He asks Zoro if he should be doing something, and Zoro just shrugs and says to let Nami do her own thing.

#okay this is actually really sweet #gonna fix this and say luffy/zoro/usopp are trans to me and they have their periods too but yeah #also sanji is so obsessed with periods because they give him gender euphoria and envy he wants that so fucking bad #he constantly asks nami to describe how it feels like and she thinks he's being a perv but nope. he's just transfem any prns genderfluid #it's impossible for me to make this about robin okay it's just like ace. i can't picture them being cis. it's a nightmare to me. #one piece #cat burglar nami #strawhat pirates

[hulloitsdani]

Okay so the idea of a Kiran and Grima friendship dynamic is honestly one of my favorites in FEH.

Grima as a character was always intriguing to me, but he only became downright fascinating in retrospect of FE: Echoes. Seeing where he came from made his rather two dimensional villainy in Awakening gain a surprising amount of perspective and depth. This is a creature made purely out of a man’s insane hubris and was cursed to walk this earth for thousands of years as a result. He’s essentially Fire Emblem’s version of Frankenstein’s monster. This gave Awakening’s nature vs nurture narrative a significantly more fascinating base to stand on. Made it a bit more character driven, as you can begin to see why Grima holds the perspective that he does. However, there has yet to be a proper scenario in which we get to sit with him and explore the ideas that promises.

Which is exactly why I love the idea of Grima and Kiran. I do not think their dynamic should be dedicated to redeeming Grima via the power of friendship, as that’s more Awakening and Chrom’s brand. But rather, I think Grima getting summoned to Askr would shift the focus of nature vs nurture away from Robin and onto Grima himself. Robin got the chance to question this via their amnesia and now Grima gets to question this via this second start in a world wildly different from the one he walked for lifetimes. And Kiran acts as the off putting yet well meaning embodiment for what that could possibly mean. They are a weird, pitifully weak creature who has somehow succeeded where the scientist that made him and no doubt countless others after him have failed: They have the capacity to control Grima. This automatically means Grima has no intention to let them live for long, but they hardly have the same goals as those ambitious fools. Outside the demands of every conflict the Order finds itself caught up in, Kiran only uses their power to have interesting conversations with weird company. And when I say “use their power” I mean have tea with malicious dragon deity without loosing their head.

It’s hardly enough to get him to stop him from plotting a murder, as it’s only a matter of time before this goes south in his eyes. But it’s… intriguing to see such a comparably unmotivated individual in a position of such extreme power. The piqued curiosity leads to a the formation of a genuine bond as Mr. Wings of Despair Breath of Ruin realizes, “oh shit, I’ve encountered a being I don’t want immediately dead” and has a major existential crisis about it. It’s adjacent to Power and Nyaako from Chainsaw Man, but instead of a cat is Grima is watching this chaotic tactician earnestly fumble their way through this position thrusted upon them. And despite the light years of difference between the both of them, these two come to an understanding of one another that isn’t quite feasible by anyone else.

Meanwhile cut to the outside looking in perspective and this all looks downright insane. Kiran has befriended Fire Emblem satan. Has tea with him sometimes. It’s chill. Don’t worry about it. They say to Alfonse, who is realizing there is something not quite hinged about his tactician. Anna is crying because how the FUCK are they going to house a dragon the size of a mountain range. Sharena has been making cookies to go with the tea to give to the god of ruin this whole time.

#feh Ted talk #Sponsored by the illness #I should note that Awakening is my favorite FE game #baby’s first FE game #changed my brain chemistry #Even though Radiant Dawn is hands down the best one #I’m so so biased

[macravishedbymactavish]

Kindly Worded Text Message (BestFriend! John "Soap" Mactavish x GN!Reader)

TW for swearing, relationships ending, and Soap is a chaotic best friend with your best interests at heart

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You laid on your bed, phone thrown to the side somewhere. You stared up at the ceiling, willing the pain in both your heart and your head to go away.

You were due home from this deployment in 1 month (to the day), due home to him.

Him who just ended your long term relationship over text.

I'm sorry. This isn't how I wanted to go about this...but the love has run out for me. I need a partner who's here, who's physically present. I know you've done all you can to fill the gaps, and try your best. But I feel more alone with you, than without. Best of luck, and you'll always have a special place in my heart.

It was a kick in the teeth; mind you - a very nice kick in the teeth; but hurt all the same. Which left you laying here silently crying and hoping nobody walked in on you. Which you've been lucky so far, it was a Friday night before a weekend leave - barely anyone was on base.

"Hey! Come help me convince LT that coming out with all of us tonight is good for him. Human interaction and all that shite"

Well. Except for fucking Mactavish. Your very loud, knows no boundaries best friend. Who stopped dead in your doorway when he saw you.

"What's wrong?" You pulled in a deep breath, attempting to wipe your eyes in the most discreet fashion possible before sitting up and smirking at the man in your door.

"You really think you're going to convince Ghost to go out to the pub with everyone?" You chuckled, stomach tightening when he didn't react. A look of concern plastered across his face.

"What's going on?" You really didn't want to talk about this. Considering Johnny lives for these nights off, a night to embrace all the good that he can get out of this world. Telling him about the (kind) break up text you received would ruin the excitement he built.

"You know how many cats and dogs are -" you started, watching as his eyes rolled.

"Are sleeping all alone in shelters and have no homes or humans to love them" he mocked you, hearing this excuse a million times to cover up the real reason you're upset. "Really. What's going on? I'll stand here all night, I'll make it weird, " he shrugged, leaning against the doorframe. You lightly glared at him,

Stubborn fuck.

"I'm now single, not sure about the mingle. Might eat some pringle" you shrugged, watching as his expression flashed to one of amusement before returning to concern.

"He dumped you over a video chat?" You awkwardly shook your head.

"Phone call?" Your bottom lip ended up between your teeth as you watched frustration and disappointment flash across his features.

"No. He dinnae break up with you over a text. Did he?!" You knew the frustration wasn't directed at you. But it brought back the pain from earlier, iliciting tears in your eyes again.

"In his defense, it was a very nicely worded text message." You watched as Johnny turned slightly, mumbling slang you didn't understand to himself. Shoulders stiff.

"I'll be back. You're not allowed to go anywhere" you nodded slightly. Watching as he turned out of your room, still cussing and growling the same angry slang to himself.

You couldn't hold back the laugh when you heard a distant speak English from down the hall, though.

--

You were drying your hair following your warm shower when you heard the door to your room open.

Just let yourself in why don't you?

"Aye, where'd you go? I told you not to go anywhere, " Johnny called out, causing you to pout to yourself. Is he really not going to the pub with everyone?

"I just took a shower, chill. Why aren't you out with everyone? You were so excited, don't let me hold you back" you wandered in the room. Seeing a pile of both of your favourite snacks on the bed.

"You're not holding me back. Ghost refused to go, so I changed my mind" you arched an eyebrow, but humored him nonetheless. Eyes scanning over the pile of snacks, small smile pulling at your lips.

"All this for me?" You asked, watching him flop backward onto your bed. Noticing he changed into a different tee and sweatpants.

"No! Some are mine. Don't get greedy, " he teased, swatting lightly at your hand before patting the bed beside him. "What are we watching?"

You took the remote from his hands, scrolling through movies. Mind starting to wander as the titles flashed by. That much time and commitment ended through a text message? Sure, he was polite, but a text? Tears started to well up again until you were pulled from your thoughts with a:

"Could you hurry up and pick already?" With a soft laugh, followed by a soft "ah, no" as a stray tear fell down your cheek.

Arms slipped around your middle, as you let the emotions run their course. It was silent, except for the occasional sarcastic comment about he's a daft bastard for giving you up and the offer to go light his lawn on fire.

"Arson? Really?" You laughed at Johnny's last comment. Earning a shrug, as his chin remained on the top of your head.

"He didn't have the balls to break up with you face to face. He doesn't deserve grass."

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[tessatales]

Touch Starved ✨Pietro✨

Pietro x F!reader

Warnings: None really, touch starved but obviously

Theme: fast boy needs to slow down, touch starved (duh) quick read, mutual pining

A/N: Hey! Here’s another one for you! I hope you enjoy!!

*Pietro POV*

‘To fast for you Y/N?’ Pietro said from the other side of the room, his grin smug. Y/N roller her eyes as she lounged in the sofa.

‘Okay fastest boy alive, wanna stop being a show off all your life?’ Y/N replied dryly. Pietro held up his hands.

‘If he ever stops, let me know. I wanna get a picture’ Wanda said from her perch above their heads, the red embers of her magic holding her suspended in the air like she was in an invisible hammock, the book she was reading lazily flipping its pages by itself.

Y/N grinned.

‘You girls are so boring! Why can’t we do something!’ Pietro whined, moving around in a blur as he moved to each corner of the room.

‘That’s it- I’m going somewhere where I can’t here you complain’ Wanda said, floating out of the living room without looking from her book.

‘Y/N, can’t we do something?’ Pietro said, blipping from the corner of the room to appear in front of her. Y/N sighed.

‘Come here Pietro’ Y/N said, stretching her body out and raising her arm to welcome him on to the sofa.

‘What?’ Pietro said with a forced grin, trying his best to ignore the flutter in his chest as he thought about what it would feel like to lay on Y/N

‘Just stop being such a baby and come chill with me. Me and Wanda cuddle like this all the time.’ Y/N said wiggling her fingers in his direction. With a sigh, Pietro obliged, trying his best to slow his heartbeat as he moved to lay on top of Y/N. She encircled Pietro, holding him loosely as she ran a hand through his hair.

The constant rage of energy Pietro had felt building for the past few weeks vanished- the constant itch for him to keep moving ebbing away as he felt Y/N’s fingers run through his black/silver hair.

Closing his eyes, Pietro inhaled as he hugged Y/N close. She smelt like Lavender and lemon; the same scent as she had the first time they’d met; when Y/N had shielded him from being shot in battle.

The other Avengers had no idea who she was. Just a girl caught up in their battle. A battle she didn’t want to be in. Just like Pietro and Wanda had been.

But now she was one of the team, just like him, and it had been years since that first encounter. So for her to smell the same felt strange, like he was making it up.

‘Why do you smell like shortbread?’ Pietro said, his voice a whisper as to not disturb the calm that had settled between them.

‘Shortbread?’ Y/N said with a laugh.

‘Yeah, lemon and lavender shortbread.’ Pietro continued, lifting his head to look at her. Y/N grinned.

‘Well they’re my favourite scents, so I make sure I keep the same shampoo and perfume in stock so I can always smell like my favourite things’ Y/N said with a shrug. Pietro grinned.

‘What else do you like? Tell me everything and anything’ Pietro said, laying his head back down and closing his eyes as he spoke. He felt Y/N exhale.

‘Well I like the sound of rain on the glass roof of the balcony, I’ve fallen asleep up there before while reading. And I like bees, I love how they fly even though they physically shouldn’t be able too. And…’

Pietro didn’t catch the rest, the sound of Y/N’s voice slowly faded out as he fell asleep.

*Your POV*

‘And I like you, a lot’ you said, your heart racing as you let the words escape your lips. It was a cowardice move, you knew he’d already fallen asleep. The hand he’d been moving in slow circles across your side had been still for a while now.

You’d known he was in a mood for weeks now, his erratic behaviour getting worse and worse as he went on. A guy with super speed will always be chaotic, but when they’re touch starved too? They’re a hurricane trapped in a human body.

You’re not sure if Pietro knew he was touch starved, but you were glad to be able to help. You could admit to yourself that this course of action was purely self indulgent, getting him to lay on you was more for your own benefit than for his. But it had worked ether way.

‘You know you’ll have to tell him when he’s awake next time, right?’ Wanda said, slipping into the room on her feet rather than use her magic. You nodded slightly.

‘I know.’ You reply, still stroking his hair absentmindedly.

‘Have I always smelt like shortbread?’ You asked Wanda, frowning.

Wanda chuckled lightly.

‘He was so oblivious! He kept buying the lavender and lemon shortbread from the bakery down the street for weeks because “it reminded him of something”’ Wanda said, looking at her brother with love.

‘ I had to tell him you exclusively used lemon shampoo and lavender perfume. You should of seen the shade of red his face went.’

‘Just because he thinks about what I smell like doesn’t mean he feels the same.’ You reply, looking down at his black/silver head. Wanda groaned

‘Okay, he’s not the only oblivious one’ Wanda said with a sigh.

Wanda might be right. Pietro might feel the same. But for just in case they both had the wrong idea. You were happy to keep your feelings quite for a bit longer.

✨A/N: For part two click here ✨

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Here we go with a chunk of chapter 29, fresh out the braincells. Below the cut. Just over 1100 words because I wrote more five minutes ago and have, as ya'll have gathered by now, absolutely no chill.

Dawn was beautiful when the ash storms weren’t brewing. The sun tinged the clouds a warm orange and, for a moment, everything seemed to glow gold in the light — even Nyenna. She was standing with her arms crossed over her chest, hair and cloak blowing in the slight breeze as she stared out across the ash wastes. She didn’t turn when he stepped out onto the landing, and instead just sighed behind her mask. There was a bit of an iciness to her pose — she was closed off, almost like she was trying to build a wall that kept collapsing with each attempt to stack the next stone.

“I — ” she started, words faltering on their way out. “I was going to leave, Teldryn.” She spoke with a kind of crumbling doubt that sent a shiver through his spine. Tugging her cloak around herself, she spoke again, voice soft and miserable. “Just like before. I was so tempted to just…run. To let myself believe I wasn’t enough for what comes next. I woke up and I was so sure. So sure. But then…”

Teldryn reached out and unfolded her hand from herself. She let him take it. The moonstone accents of her elven armor reflected the early rays right back into his eyes. He’d been here before, this same junction. He’d said it, perhaps not in as many words, the first time she talked about this. How before a certain point, it was so easy to believe all of it could fall to someone else. How the world quickly reminded you it wouldn’t.

“You stayed,” he said with a nod. “Or rather, didn’t exactly leave me and everything all behind.”

“I stopped frantically packing my things and tried to find somewhere to think.” She ran a hand over her hair. “It’s hard to come to terms with the person I’m supposed to be.”

Teldryn knew that feeling. It still itched in the back of his mind. How does one live up to the kind of expectations legendary heroes live under? Was there an answer that would actually suffice in the face of something like this?

“All you can do is your best,” Teldryn said. He squeezed her hand. “Not running a second time is you showing yourself how far you’ve come.”

She lowered her mask and let it fall over the collar of her cloak. The little red chitin lenses glinted as she tilted her head.

“Wise once again,” she said after a long moment. She turned her sharp citrine gaze on him. “You didn’t seem very wise when we met.” She seemed not to be able to hold the conversation without humor. It was one of the heavier topics, and he could relate. He cracked a grin.

“It’s an illusion,” he scoffed. “Wisdom, from me? Ha! Imagine.”

Nyenna laughed, and for a second the world seemed far less cold and chaotic. Another illusion, of course, but he’d take it. They were interrupted by the keening of the silt strider, the sound of it reverberating through their skulls and off the mushroom stalks of the settlement. It was still a tiny dot on the horizon, coming in from the direction of Raven Rock.

“Did you want to wish anyone farewell?” Nyenna asked. They’d be able to depart any moment now. “I’ve said all I can. I still feel too much like…well. Like an outlander.”

Teldryn scoffed. “Don’t let Neloth’s nonsense get to you.” He shifted and handed Nyenna her bag, then fished a spare leather strip from his pocket and handed that to her, too. She was always losing them, it seemed. She tied back her hair, expression going mildly melancholic.

“It’s not that he’s gotten to me. Well, not worse than already established. It’s just…it’s all wrapped up in my feeling like I should have never come here.”

Did she really believe that? That she shouldn’t have come here? That they shouldn’t have met? There was nothing that said they’d never have crossed paths otherwise. He couldn’t breathe. It was too much to be wrestling fate into shape in his head. There was a reason she came here. There was a reason they’d met. There was always a reason. He’d learned the hard way so many times over. Did she regret crossing paths? No. It wasn’t about him. This was her story. It’s not like he’d written himself into the spaces. This — the two of them? It was meant to be. It was. It had to be, or else —

She caught his eye then, and for a moment that seemed like it stretched into eras, all he could see what that perfect golden thread that connected them. Her gaze calmed him, and his pulse steadied. His ears were too full of the echo of Magicka. Or heartbeats. It mattered little at this point. That spark he’d felt back in the Netch was bright. It burnt, almost — the odd light of dawn adding to the notion of fire. She was right there, exactly where she was supposed to be. And so was he. And it wasn’t fair, not least because he could have easily kissed her now, damn the consequences. He shoved that particularly unkind realization down. S’wit. He took her other hand, though why he did, he couldn’t tell. He’d rarely been this overwhelmed.

“You — ” he started. She gave him a puzzled look. He cleared his throat. “We’re only ever where we’re supposed to be at any given time.”

She shook her head. “So I’m always in the wrong place at the wrong time, perpetually?” She waved her hand dismissively, and folded her arms over her chest again. Teldryn didn’t know what to do with his hands. His palms were sweating in his gauntlets. Damn it. She sighed. “Fate, or whatever such nonsense, is quite cruel in that case.”

“Is it, though?” he asked; none of the usual sarcasm laced his words. Shut up, Sero, what are you doing? “Not like we didn’t cross paths.” He walked closer to her and took her hand again. She looked him over and frowned.

“Well, alright. Perhaps not everything that happened was for the worst,” she said, but her tone was flippant. She sniffed and stepped back from him. Just like that, the moment crumbled. Because of course it would. Because what on Nirn was he really expecting? Idiot. Keep it together. He wanted to say something. Anything. Instead, he stayed silent as she finished her thought. “Most of it, maybe, was. Can’t quite deny that truth, can we?” She laughed. He shook his head. “At least we can suffer the consequences together.”

Well, there was that.

“Sure,” Teldryn answered. He laughed, hoping it didn’t sound as hollow as he felt. If he’d be able to manage, they could, anyway.

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