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inlovewhithafairytale · 11 months

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I think we lost her part 2

I'll be good

Theo reaken x reader

never meant to start a fire I never meant to make you bleed I'll be a better man today

I'll be good, I'll be good And I'll love the world, like I should Yeah, I'll be good, I'll be good For all of the times that I never could

My past has tasted bitter for years now So I wield an iron fist Grace is just weakness Or so I've been told I've been cold, I've been merciless

But the blood on my hands scares me to death Maybe I'm waking up today

Yn slammed the door of the truck and started walking toward the MCcall household yawning. She walked toward the door and furrowed her eyebrows when she heard some yelling from the inside and someone angrily walking toward the door.

Malia appeared with her face into a decuided frown and stalked past her berely giving yn a hello.

"Well hello to you too bestie" yn muttured and walked into the house closing the door shut behind her. Scott inmidiatly appeared and his eyes widened in shock when he saw her.

"Yn.. uh what are you doing here?!"

"I told her to come" liam answered scott before yn had the chance to. Scott looked as if he would kill is own beta and liam lifted his hands up in defense "Idont think is fair that we lied to her and shes one of my best friends! She was literally going to kill herself!"

Yn raised an eyebrow at the alpha and the beta wondering what had gotten into them"you guys" they both turned around to face her "I am very confundida, and why does this even have to do with me?"

Scott started to say something to probably send her home when Yn heard a voice she though she'd never hear in her lifetime, a voice she could only hear in dreams.

"Yn?"

She rushed between liam and scott and into the kitchen and saw theo pushing himself to stand, blood falling from his nose.

His eyes widened when they met hers and yn drew in a sharp breath looking around, but scott liam and hayden were all looking between the both of them.

"Your'e here?"she whispered

"Hey baby" he answered giving her a small smile eyes full of tears.

Yn gave a breathy laugh and ran toward him wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his torso.

Theo held her tightly against him chuckling "oh god youre here, youre here, youre not dead"yn repeated aginst his neck as she held tightly onto him.

"Im here princess. And i dont plan on living any time soon" theo murmured aginst her hair and then kissed her cheek. Yn let go and theo set her down on the floor putting a hand aginst her cheek. Both their eyes were full of tears as they both chuckled happily. Then theo bent down and kissed her, putting both his hands against her face, lips fitting perfectly together moving in slow motion.

Yn pulled away after a moment and looked up to him smiling "I thought you were dead"

"Well not exactly "

"But scott said-" yns words hitched and she whipped around to face Scott. "You lied to me?" She demanded.

Scott blinked and nodded"yes, because i knew-"

"Where on earth has he been this past 3 months?"

"On hell with his sister" scott answered

Yn pursed her lips in a tight line and shook her head "how could you?! Scott ive trusted you with my life and you just couldnt keep the only person ive ever loved safe?"

"Yn hes KILLED people, he killed his own sister, he killed ME, he hurt your dad-"

I though you were the true alpha"yn snapped"i though you were the one with the heart of gold, the one who belived in second chances! The one who actually cared!" Yn swallowed down the tears that were threatening to fall" I gess i was wrong"

"I did what I had to do to protect the pack" scott said defended himself.

"Dont you think I know!" Yn screamed her eyes flashing their signature violet " I would do anything for the pack, to keep everyone safe, Im the one who tries to keeps everybody safe. But when it comes down to it YOU couldent keep the Only person I've ever loved safe, ive never asked for anything scott. Not once. Why on earth did you lie to me?"

Scott couldent find the right words he knew yn was angry, and he also knew she would do anything to protect the people she loved "I knew you'd raise hell if necessary to bring him back" he answered

"Yes I would!scott i tried to kill myself because i felt a gaping whole on my chest. I had constant nightmares and you saw me go through all that because you tried to keep the pack safe?because yo knew ill bring him back?!" Yn squintedher eyes dangerously "i genuinely despise you scott MCcall"

"Yn listen im sorry-" scott said trying to apologize

"You could have said that around 3 months ago dont you think?"

Yn turned reached for theo's hand who had been staying silent through all the conversation as well as the others. He took her hand and let himself be gided toward the door.

"Were are you going?" asked scott blocking their way

"Im living and theo is coming with me, try to stop me and I WILL raise hell" yn threatened

Scott moved out of the way and tried to look at his betas for help but hayden only shrugged "shes right" and liam went to follown them, katana in hand.

"Yn!" Liam called before they could exit the house

Yn turned around to face him and liam extended the katana for her to take"you would problay want this" he tould her

Yn gave him a small smile as she reached for the katana" thanks liam"

Liam nodded and looked at theo who gave him a silent thanks by giving him a nod wich he returned.

When they exited the house and theo saw his truck he gave her a small smile " you kept it"

Yn shrigged and gave him a tighed liped smile"its yours, it just felt like the only thing i had left from you." She reached the keys out to him " you drive"

"Nah give me a few days to adjust on being back"

Yn gave him a small nod "ok" she walaked toward the deivers side as theo got into the passangers.

Yn turned on the ignition, and once theo was in started driving home.

"Why did liam let you out?"

"He thought i still had Josh's power" he kept his gaze on the road " but I didnt"

"You dont have it anymore?"

"No, Joshs or tracy's im back to good old me" he answered giving her a sad little smile

"Thats great, I like old you" she spared a glance at him with a smile" its actually my favorite you"

Theo laughed and took her hand giving it a smalla squeez. Then as if he caughed a smell of something he opened small compartment between the seats.

"Uh dodnt open that" yn said trying to stop him but he just gave her a puzzled loom and pulled out a bottle of vodka half empty

"Or do..." yn said pursing her lips on a tight line and kepping her eyes fixed on the road.

Theo looked from the bottle to her eyebrows raised "didnt know you drinked"

" I didnt."

"Does this have to maybe do with the fact that you said earlier you almost killed youself" he asked her quietly. Knowing he was walking on thin ice." Uh.. yeah" she answered her eyes till fixed in the road

"What happened?" His voice full of concern

Yn took a minute to answer "You were gone. You were Dead. And i just wanted to forget everything. Everybody was sympathetic but i knew they didnt even mean it. Everybody hated you" yn looked at theo who nodded at her to continue "so i took the bottke my dad kept hidden and downed it. I felt awful the next day. And thats an understatement, but just for a minute you know. I felt fine. I didnt feel anything anymore. So I took your truck and started driving every night to the look at point and sometimes malia found me there. Completely wasted. And thats how it went for 2 months. I went to school, locke myself in my room and do homework. Hit the shit out of my punch bag. And then drive to the look out point. Till one day i got in a fight with stiles and i decided that i didnt want to live anymore. So i downed a bottle of sleeping pills with vodka"

Theo drew in a sharp breath as he heard how much he actually meant to yn. How much she loved him, and it startled him. Be ause he thought he wasent meant to be loved.

"Dad found me in my room half an hour later and rushed me to the hospital were i spent 1 week in a bed"yn continued "it was awful. Dad made me promise him id never do it again. I actualky felt bad for everyone. They were all so worried. Stiles didnt live me out of hes sight till. Well you know.. got taken."

Once she parked the car in the driveway she spared a glace at theo.

He had tears in his eyes as he looked at her. Her hand securedly in his.

" Im so sorry" he whispered

"No oh god no theo" yns hand quickly went to his face " baby its not your fault, i shoulent have told you now"

"No, im glad you told me" he said swallowing down his tears " do you really love me that much?"

"To the point were i would kill myself to be with you, YeS" yn aswered lokking into his eyes " yes theo I love you, and i would do anything for you. dont. You. Ever. Doubt That.:

"I love you too yn. I love you so much" theo said gently squeezing the hand he held in his." Don't doubt that'

"Trust me. I don't " yn answered with a breathy laugh.

Theo rolled his eyes at her and then gave her a peck in the lips." So what do you plan on doing with this" he asked taking the bottle and lifting it

"Just live it in the car,dad would kill me if he knew I had that"

"Right" then he bent down and slided the bottle under his seat"there you go"

Yn chuckled and opened the door climing out of the car "so dads at work wich means we wont have to undergo akward questioning" she informed theo as they walked toward the doorway. Yn opened it and stepped in theo behind her. "Are you hungry? There's pasta. I can heat it up real quick"

"Uh no thanks, liam bought take out" theo answered smiling down at her.

"Kay" yn grinned back at him and took his hand leading him toward her room.

"Take a bath. You kind of smell" she said as they walked in, scruching her face into a smile

"Geez so hard" answered theo in mock pain. Yn just laughed and walked toward her drawer. Bent down and opened the botton one and pulled out one of theos shirt and pants.

"Here you go" she said straightening up and handing the clothes to him.

"I dont want to know?"

"There are clean towels in the bathroom "yn said ignoring him.

"Thanks mom" he jocked and kissed her cheek as he walked past her.

Yn stood there for a moment till she heard the water running with a big smile on her face.

He was back. Theo was finally back and alive. And soon they would get everyone the ghostriders took and everything would be alright.

Then she took off the taktop she had and her bra and pulled on an oversized shirt. And since she already had her pajama pant on climed to bed. Resting her back against the pillows.

She bent forward and retrieved a book next to her bedside. She was resting back comfortably when a notification rang on her phone. She 5ook it from the night table and ooened it to see it was Liam.

"Hey baby, liam asks where do we need 5o meet to get to the power thing"yn called

"Oh you mean the generator? Tell him its in the reserve" he answere from the bathroom.

"Okay...... uh, he asks 10 or 11 am, 11 right?

"Yeah" theo opened the door pulling on his shirt

Liam

Ok then

Wear protection ;)

Liam. NO

Yn turned off the phone chuckling at tye antics of the teenage werewolf

Theo sat down in the bed next ro her his back against the headboard.

"You look cute with your hair all wet" yn commented smiling up at him.

"Hmm"hummed theo nodding giving her a small smile"what are you reading?"

"The hunger games" yn answered lifting the book up.

"I saw the movie but never read the book"

"Youre welcome to read them anytime. This is actually the second book but the firt one has to be somewhere in my bookshelf."

"Ill take you up that offer" he muttered.

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Then he gently slapped his tights gesturing her to come over" come here" he told her, more like a question that something else.

Yn smiled and sat on his lap. Her legs to one side and her head below the crook of his neck. She took one of his hands in hers and started playing with his fingers, while he ran his fingers through her hair with his other one. He pressed a kiss on the top of her head breathing her in, finally feeling as if he was finally home whit her in his arms.

"I never meant for you to get hurt" he whispered closing his eyes

" what do you mean?"yn softly asked him running her thumb softly on the top of his hand.

"I never meant it to be like this love, i never meant for you to get hurt. Ill be better yn. Ill be good" he muttered resting his chin on top of her head. yn could hear him sniffle as a tear rolled down his cheek "ill be good. I will try to be better. I will try to make things right. I shouldent have done what I did. I shouldent have hurt them. I shouldn't have been what ive been all this years. Ive been so cold. So heartless. So mercyless" he choked out tears falling. Yn held his hand betwee both of hers tightly. Letting him pour his feelings out." but yn. It scares me. All the blood in my hands terrifies me. And maybe. Maybe im waking up. Today. Ill be good. Ill be good" he sobbed. yn lifted her head ane put her arms around his neck letting him cry into her neck " I'll love the world like I should. I promise ill be good, for everyone I've ever hurt. For everything good ive ever doubted. For all the pain ive brought to you. For everything ive done all this years. For all those hipes and dreams ive killed. And for ever doubting you" he sobbed. Yn held him close as a few of her tears fell into his shirt. "Ill be good, I"ll be good" he repeated again

"I know you will theo" yn whispered " and promise ill be here. I promise I will always be here"

Theo snuggled his face into the crook of her neck and rounded his arms around her waist holding her close.

They sat there, holding each other. Till in the end yns eyelids closed without her consent, and she dozed off.

Theo felt her breath deepened and knew she had fallen asleep. He cautiously, trying not to wake her, rearranged the pillows. He leaned over and turned off the lights, and layed her in the mattress, tyen he laid down his front pressed to her back and rounded one of his arms around her waist.

"Mhh?" Yn hummed sleeply"sorry i just didnt sleep last night" she apologized sleeply

"Hey, its all right" theo cooed and yn turned around rounding one arm around his torso, snuggling closer and buring her face into his chest.

And there. They finally felt happy, like some part off them had finally returned. They felt like home

Ill edit this when I can but here it is!!

#teen wolf #fluff theo reaken #theo raekan x reader #teen wolf x y/n #teen wolf x reader #scott mccall #stiles sister #i love her

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firstknightss · 3 years

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GWAINCELOT ESSAY THREE???

[commentary voice] ah yes and this gwaincelot essay.... which turned into a fic was inspired by @nextstopparis and @little-ligi

GWAINE TEACHING LANCELOT HOW TO READ. and thats how they actually CONFESS.

imagine gwaine seeing lancelot trip up reading leon’s plan for the day, seeing him trying to understand it. and gwaines, hes a little in love. Hes. Hes a little hit with feelings for this Noble (tm) knight. So OF COURSE he CANT EMOTION and he tries to show his affection for lancelot without yknow being in ‘loVE’

he comes over with his swishy hair and bantery tone like “oooOhHh LANCELOT! Lancey! Hey! Hello! Can’t read leon’s goddamn awful handwriting huh?”

And Lancelots embarrassed and flushes red and gwaine thinks hes Fucked Up (and he really doesn’t want to fuck this up, this is the first time he’s actually felt emotions this deep for someone) and tries to fix it panickedly, like the Anxiety Clown He Is.

He keeps on saying sorry and apologising, and Lancelot, the EVER CALM KNIGHT GUY, goes “it’s fine, it’s okay. It’s nothing to do with you...” and then he hesitates. He HESITATES. “....it’s just that...” and then he BITES HIS LIP and gwaine thinks he might just faint there and then, “...i cant read.”

and now it hits him, gwaine, gwaine, who thought literacy was something trash and something he didn’t really need, realises how important it is. and so, yknow because hes kind of wrapped in those Emotions (tm), he pulls lancelot’s sleeve after practice, when they’re alone in the changing room. (and if lancelot wasn’t so tired and miserable, he would have easily seen gwaine BLUSH)

And he, shyly asks if lancelot wouldnt mind being tutored by him.

Now Lancelot is OVERJOYED, and he’s borderline CRYING because lancelot, poor old village boy lancelot who’d been kicked out of the knights of camelot, and had to become a MERCENARY and fight for masters who didn’t care for him, has NEVER HAD someone literally CARE about him so much. (Apart from Merlin. He loves merlin <3)

so now imagine lancelot waking up an hour early the next morning, and showing up into gwaine’s room. He knows gwaine literally doesnt sleep with a lock, so he just barges in, and starts shaking gwaine.

Now GWAINE sleeps like a Log (had so much shit going on irl, time to sleep it away) and when he opens his bleary eyes, seeing lancelot in one of his stupid v neck shirts over him, hes like “....h...helo??”

and lancelot’s all like. “We- werent YOU gonna give me reading lessons.” And gwaine nods, yawning (and in that moment lancelot thinks gwaine looks unimaginably cute, so cute that he wants to literally ruffle gwaine’s hair and run his hands through how silky and brown it is.)

THEN gwaine pulls on the dont care-ish mask, and makes his arms into a pillow under his head, as he leans against the wall behind his bed, in some kind of somewhat???flirty??? manner??? [i dont...i dont know what hes trying to do. On the other hand! Not does Lancelot :) ]

Lancelot, does not realise this is gwaine’s poor attempt at flirting - since he’s seen gwaine ACTUALLY flirting and this is like. Nothing. And its also poorly executed. Which is NOTHING like gwaine.

So he pulls gwaine’s arm, and half hauls him out of bed.

As gwaine’s head crashes into lancelot’s stomach, he can smell lancelot’s clothes. They smell of flowers, and cotton and everything so natural and gwaine, who literally smells of wine, and wood and Tavern. (And aftershave, or the 500AD equivalent)

[see here, see im trying to bring themes of dionysis okay. OkayyyyyyyyY. yours truly likes looking at greek mythology. And both these two complete dionysis]

Gwaine, in his sleepy stupor, nestles his head on Lancelot’s hip, who gives a sigh and stands there. One hand clutching gwaine’s, leaving the other free.....

....to rake through his soft, flowy brown hair. And twirl his fingers through its waves, and Gwaine cuddles in further.

And since Lancelot left the door open, Leon (the other bitch who wakes up at 4am to do idk nothing) sees them two...like that, illuminated by the SUNLIGHT behind them, and smiles a little.

And then he trips over the stairs, the moment is lost.

Gwaine and Lancelot pull away at the same time, and gwaine’s face turns back to “ha ha im a Jerk (tm)” and if he wasnt too busy trying to hide how flustered he was, he’d see Lancelot looking at him the way he used to look at GWEN.

They both blink and look at each other, understandingly, neither of them to speak of this again.

And then Gwaine drags himself out of bed, and Lancelot raises his eyebrows as he watches him (totally not checking him out) haul out a book from his cupboard.

Gwaine’s too sleepy for this, he keeps yawning and rubbing his eyes (looking like a cat, Lancelot notes) and Lancelot takes a deep breath, his eyes understanding.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“Lancelot, I love..” he bites his tongue, cursing his half asleep mind “..doing this, and love hanging out with you...I just cant stay up this early.”

Reading lessons, from now on, are at 1:30am-whenever Gwaine and Lancelot stop rambling about Odysseus and Circe and Telemachus

[i dont know any other ancient books apart from like. Ancient greek/Roman ones. So i guess. Its not historically accurate,,,,BUUIT this is a fanfic for a pair who had like no scenes together SO i think i can take some ✨creative liberties✨]

Lancelot has heard of the journey of Aneas from travelling bards, singing songs in his native old english. Gwaine’s eyes are quick at latin, and he learnt the flaws of Romulus and Remus in his pure latin. Gwaine’s a good teacher, and lancelot is a quick study, and it’s not long before they’re arguing over which Goddess caused the most harm in the Illiad.

Gwaine’s never met someone who he could reveal that he loved reading to, he loved doing.

Lancelot’s never met someone who he could tell he couldn’t read, and ask if they could teach him, love learning.

They make it work.

The other knights notice, of course they notice. Percival notices how Lancelot stumbles into the Gwaine’s room at night, bright eyed. Elyan notices Lancelot and Gwaine’s voices from Gwaine’s room opposite him; sometimes slow, Gwaine speaking slowly and Lancelot following; sometimes heated and passionate.

(They’re arguing. They’re arguing about how to pronounce Minerva)

Merlin finds the two, in the early hours of the morning - when the birds are figuring what song they sing today - on Gwaine’s bed.

Gwaine leaned against the bedframe, his trousered legs splayed over the sheets. Loosely braided, long brown hair fell over his closed eyelids, his mouth in a small smile.

And Merlin follows his arm draped over Lancelot, snuggled beside him, his head on his broad shoulder, every breath of wind pushing against curly black hair, making it almost /bounce/. His eyes are covered by the other man’s hair, and he looks...content. More content than Merlin has ever seen him.

He slips out as quietly as he came in, and smirks, hes gotta tell arthur they finally got their shit together oh GOD

Its no surprise to anyone but them, when Arthur pulls Lancelot out of training, and into his chambers.

“I’m glad you’ve found someone Lancelot.” He starts, his face geniune, his voice giving away hints of relief. (He thought he was never going to see his knight smile again after all the ordeals that had happened to him)

“Oh...” Lancelot’s heart sinks, “...how did you find out, Sire?”

Arthur blinks, taking in the change of mood in Lancelot, maybe it wasn’t anything important, maybe they were trying to keep it casual, hell they didnt want the king knowing.

“I- uh, I just noticed...” Goddamnit Merlin, and Goddamn his need to tell him everything he saw. (Merlin had advised him not to do this, as they sat on his bed after a long night. This was really his fault.)

Lancelot pales, and he places his hands down on the table beside him, palms slapping stone as he did so.

“Well, I guess I should tell you the whole truth then,” his voice is quiet, and Arthur steps closer, “Sire I am not of Noble birth, and was born in a village - as you know.”

Arthur nods, his arms crossed, but his Kingly Bravado fell away at the sight of his knight, and one of his closest friends, being this vulnerable.

“Yes I know, but what does this ha-“

“And we children in the village we-“ he falters, “-we were never taught to read.”

“Yes, no I understand, I-“ he pauses, Lancelot’s words hitting him a bit too late, this was about literacy?

This, this whole conversation was about literacy?

Not being gay?

Merlin was going to have a field day

“Sire?”

“I understand Lancelot, and is this why you feel a little out of place with the other knights?” He carries it on, with a smile, he has a few questions to ask merlin.

“Yes, and that’s why I asked Gwaine to tutor me from time to time, although, the sessions carry through late into the night, which may have been affecting my performance at practice. I’ll have you know that this is a temporary th-“

“It’s fine Lancelot,” Arthur places a hand on his shoulder, “You are still exceptional at practice,”

“Thank you Sire,” Lancelot twinkles.

✨

“Theyre, theyre not together?” Merlin cant stop laughing, tears streaming down his face, “theyre not TOGETHER?? oh my God arthur what did you DO”

They sit together on Arthur’s bed, drinking wine from stemless cups together, with Arthur recounting the events of the day; red faced.

“I mean, it was your idea Merlin.”

“I just saw them, and I assumed...I didnt...I didnt think youd ASK them.”

“What do you think I’d do then?? Let them be on their merry way.”

“Yes!”

✨

“Do you like me?” Gwaine asks, unexpectedly, one night, the moon vibrant against the loud sea.

“You’re...tolerable...” Lancelot says, a smile tugging at his lips, as the silver moonlight falls against his hair, a halo around him.

✨

The knights give them the look every morning, as the two of them stumbled out of the same room, more frequently than ever.

Sometimes Lancelot would throw on Gwaine’s shirt, when he’d crumpled his own beyond repair. Sometimes Gwaine would put some of Lancelot’s hair oil on, when his hair was frizzy.

They gave each other knowing looks when Gwaine and Lancelot started whispering and giggling like a bunch of schoolgirls.

✨

And then Stupid gwaine had to go get fucking stabbed, and their delicate dance was like trying to waltz through a minefield.

Lancelot clutches onto Gwaine’s arm as Merlin feels his forehead with shaking hands.

“He’s burning up.”

“Infection...?” Lancelot sounds broken, and nods, fumbling with his pack to find some bandages.

It was just a simple quest; a save the day, get the girl, do various harmless shenanigans type of quest.

He’d half expected Gwaine to get the girl, and he cant help but give out a half choked laugh. Gwaine had no idea what hit him when she turned out to be the evil one all along.

He tries to forget that Gwaine showed no interest in her, he tries to forget that Gwaine’s been less frequent at the Tavern, he tries to forget that he hasn’t seen Gwaine with anyone since months now.

Gwaine, his beautiful Gwaine was lying on his lap, hot red blood rushing from his side, staining his polished chainmail with dark, sticky blood.

He’s been out for nearly an hour now, and Lancelot remembers carrying him, through the entire forest, forgetting his sword and his helmet and just grabbing Gwaine and getting the shit out of there.

Gwaine’s lack of self preservation was really rubbing off on Lancelot nowadays.

Merlin watches as Lancelot holds back tears, his own eyes stinging. Gwaine can’t die like this, he can’t die like this....

“hælan beorn adl”

Merlin’s eyes flashed gold, and Lancelot could feel warmth coming back into the fingers he was grabbing.

He was coming back.

And then the weight of everything hits him.

He was in Fucking Love.

✨

“Hey.” Gwaine’s voice is rough from disuse, but Lancelot nearly sobs when he hears the voice.

“Don’t fucking do that to me again, amor meus.” He puts his head down on Gwaine’s chest; finding the hammering of his heart calming.

He shimmies onto Merlin’s bed, which Gwaine had been lying in for the past few days.

“Did you mean, ami meus?” Gwaine sounds tired, too tired to be awake.

“Huh? Did i say something else?” Lancelot decides to play dumb, a sparkle in his eyes,

“I thought I heard amor meus,” Gwaine pushes his nose into Lancelot’s hair, taking in the wonderful smell of coconut.

“Well then, at least your hearing’s okay, amor meus.”

Gwaine gulped, and was sure Lancelot could hear his loud swallow.

“Lancelot, I hope this isnt a big joke with me teachin you latin and all,” Gwaine’s voice is a little wobbly from the slee deprivation and the magic and the pain numbers, “because I’ll have you know that I really love you, and I cant go on like this any longer,”

“Its okay Gwaine, I learnt latin from the man I love, of course it’s not a joke.”

“The man you love? Who’s tha-“

Realisation hits him like a brick.

Oh.

“Me?” His voice cracks, and Lancelot looks up, a smirk on his face.

“Of course dumbass.”

“Like I’m meant to know that,” Gwaine tries to keep his dont care-ish aura, but they both know he’s too exhausted to keep that up.

“mmm?”

Gwaine kisses him on the nose, and he wraps himself around him.

And thats how Merlin finds them later that day, eyes blinking as he stood there.

✨

“I’m glad you’ve found someone, Lancelot.” Arthur coughs.

“Is that what that whole talk was about???”

“Answer the question.” His words sound harsh, but he’s barely hiding a smile.

“I’m glad too, I’m Glad I found Gwaine too.” Lancelot blushes, turning to gwaine.

“Why are you asking anyway, Princess?”

“Oh just, making sure this time.”

#shit this turned into a fic #im sorry #uhh #gwainecelot #gwaine #lancelot #gwaine x Lancelot #gwaine/lancelot #i should post this onto ao3 #but like. fix it up first #fun times #first tumblr fic yall #im growing!!!#IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE AN ESSAY WHAT IS THIS #gwaincelot #im SO sorry

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nomazee · 4 years

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Komorebi (6)

komorebi, final.

synopsis: Tsukishima dislikes the amount of parallels there are with you and Hinata. He dislikes the way you’re so energetic and exuberant when you want to be, and the way you can get along so well with people. He dislikes the way that people are naturally drawn to you, and the way you’re so willing to put time into your dumb gifts and snacks and treats for a team of boys you barely know. But Tsukishima does not dislike you. And he supposes that’s part of the problem.

series content: developing relationship, (sort of) ooc tsukishima, strangers to (sort of) friends to lovers, angst, fluff, slow burn

(the final part!! i don’t wanna ramble too much for right now so all of my final thoughts will be at the end!

love yall :) )

☾.:°∗★.:☆:.★∗°:.☽

Just like that, Tsukishima is back to square one.

The world goes silent for a few days. He hates to admit that he’s losing sleep over you, but at this point he’s too far gone to care what anyone thinks about him. Except for you--and while he knows that assuming things is bad, he can only conclude by the way you looked so scared of him before, that you do not think he’s a good person.

(The gifts you gave him nearly contradict that assumption. But he ignores those for the most part. The scarf you gave him a while ago rests on a chair in his room and more often than not he finds himself staring at it during the deep hours of the night. He hasn’t worn it yet.)

Yamaguchi keeps giving him glances during class--not that that’s any different from before, but it irks him more now that he’s actually seen you. The blonde wonders if his friend knew about you, knew that you were going to drop something off in that moment and just never thought to warn him. Maybe you two were plotting that together, like an odd sort of revenge tactic.

He doesn’t know. He doesn’t know a lot of things. What he does know is that he’s tired, and he misses you, and he wants to be warm again.

The morning is cold when we wakes up. He wasn’t really sleeping--it was one of those nights of a daze of exhaustion where he kept blinking himself awake. At five-thirty AM, he sighs, staring at the blank, matte wall of his ceiling. Tsukishima wills himself to crawl out of his bed and get ready for school. It’s still dark outside, the flames of daylight creeping up on the horizon while he steps around his room.

He’s ready to leave by six. His mother is awake, sitting in the kitchen sipping hot tea and scrolling through her cellphone. She catches a glimpse of her son walking through the front door--Tsukishima feels her pensive gaze on him but refuses to say anything, just like always.

The air is cold. Despite the long-sleeved uniform he’s wearing, Tsukishima feels ill-prepared to face the day, in more than one way. Nevertheless, he lets go of his reluctance at the door and trudges onward in the frigid air, nose flushed with red and cheeks going numb in a matter of seconds.

(The scarf is in his bag now rather than his desk chair, hidden beneath his books and folders and pencils. He wants to wear it, knows he should, but his guilty conscious tells him to leave it unworn for now.)

The walk passes by quickly, far too quickly for his comfort. Before Tsukishima knows it, he’s faced with the front doors of the very school he dreads to enter.

His fingers tingle with numbness as he pulls at the metal handles of the door. The school is quiet, empty for the most part. The faint shuffle of teachers in their classrooms echoes throughout the halls as his feet lead him to Class 1-4.

There’s a faint pitter-patter of footsteps from inside the classroom. Tsukishima passes it off as one of his teachers, again, but the sight he’s met with when he walks through the doorway gives him a disturbing sense of deja vu.

You’re there, at his desk--the same bracelet from a few days ago resting on top of a box that you seem to have just placed on his desk. You blink up at him owlishly. He can only return the gesture, dumbstruck as he is.

It’s too reminiscent of the events from a few days ago. Once again, his eyes are prickling with stinging pain and his throat dries up.

He doesn’t know what to say. He doesn’t know what to do.

What does he know, he wonders. He knows he hates crying. It’s unfortunate that that’s the only thing he seems capable of doing.

It’s all overwhelming for him. The cold of the outside lingering on his skin, the sheets of sunlight pouring through the window as the sun rises, your eyes, your sheer presence in front of him. It piles on his shoulder and soon he feels liquid heat pouring down his cheeks.

Tsukishima Kei is crying. In front of you, in a classroom, watching you grip the box in your hands and stare at him, unmoving.

His throat hurts. He tries to choke down any audible sobs, but loud, ugly sniffles echo throughout the room. He wants to fall through the floor, squeezes his eyes shut so he doesn’t have to look at you. He can’t bear to know that you find him pathetic, even more so than he already seemed in the last few weeks.

Distantly, he recognizes the sound of footsteps coming closer to him but tunes them out in hopes that he’s just imagining them. A hand finds its way to his shoulder--it’s warm, and he flinches. He knows it’s yours, knows by the heat of it and the comfort he feels from a simple touch. It’s the first time he’s felt your touch, but he feels so light now--so warm and comfortable and cloudy.

“Kei.” It’s your voice. It swims through the air and into his ears, sobs only increasing in severity at the sound of his first name on your lips. Your other hand comes to rest on his cheek, both sets of fingers gently brushing away the pouring stream.

Fond. Tsukishima Kei is very fond of the feeling of your skin on his. He hopes he can become well-acquainted with it, if he tries hard enough.

“Kei, it’s okay.” You’re so soft, voice low and lacking any hostility he expected you to have. Your thumbs pat at his under eyes, soaking up the wetness that pools.

“Can you look at me?” He’s stubborn, hand coming up to grip your wrist and lips clamped tightly shut to reduce the shiver of his entire body as he weeps. A gentle shake of his head makes you sigh--he knows the way he’s acting is so uncharacteristic but he can’t help it. Not with the feel of your hands on his face, your voice, the sound of his first name spoken by you still ringing in his ears.

“It’s okay. It’s alright. I’m here.”

You are here. It seems impossible to him, but you’re here. With him. With your hands giving him warmth and comfort and fondness. Everything he ever wanted.

His eyes blink open. Tsukishima Kei looks at you--really looks. Your lips are upturned, gentle as is the rest of you. The sun is halfway above the horizon now, the light from it filtering through the leaves of the trees that are planted outside the window. The golden rays hit your eyes perfectly, changing the hue the slightest bit and making him stop his tears momentarily--just to admire you.

You blink at him. You smile. Tsukishima Kei is in love, just a little bit.

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(so... this has been a wild ride.

first off i wanna say thank you for all the support i’ve received throughout this whole thing! it really means so much to me. i love you all so much.

im very proud of myself for finishing this. this is by no means the greatest product i could’ve created--it was a little bit messy, and the word count of the entire series (ab 6000 i think) is lower than some long oneshots i’ve seen.

there’s a lot of things i could’ve done better--no doubt about that. but i am very proud of myself for making this. for finishing a WHOLE multipart series,,,,yes it was short but......its here! i did it! i’m finished! very happy with this.

this series was mainly set in tsukishima’s own head--and i know it was probably at least a little disappointing that it was NOT action-based---and the fact that it was tsukki-centric was definitely a downer to some people because you didnt really get to feel what.... YOU would feel in that situation. we didnt get to see that here.

and its okay if that’s what you disliked most!!! in truth i think that was one of my biggest weaknesses writing this series. but i liked it this way, i think. i like trying to analyze characters within my writing and i think that, at the very least, this was a good challenge for me to try to take on with characterization and the like.

anyways....that’s it i think! thank you so much for supporting me, really. i’m very thankful for everyone whose liked or reblogged any of the parts to komorebi. you are all incredible i love you. <3)

(pssst!!! i’ll be talking about my 200 follower event soon. if you wanna participate, be on the lookout for that!!)

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worldwidemochiguy · 4 years

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Reticence (soft! Yandere Hoseok)

Summary: You were always terrified of getting kidnapped when you were younger, and now that you’ve been taken by a man who claims to want to take care of you, you recede within yourself so far you refuse to even eat... but Hoseok is determined to let nothing hurt you, not even yourself.

Warnings: Kidnapping, kind of Stockholm syndrome, mentions of not eating so if you’re sensitive to that kind of stuff pls be careful <3 Yandere behaviour, though I am kind of romanticising it in this fic, please remember that that is all it is: Fiction. Obviously in real life this behaviour would be unacceptable and horrifying.

Word Count: 2.2K

Masterlist :)

a/n: my first hobi fic!!! this is for @kpopgirlbtssvt from a request made about a billion years ago (sorry :/ ) for made-for-each-other verse! Yandere Hobi with a shy reader who wouldn’t talk even though he begged her to, and then him coming home from work to her telling him she missed him and was glad he was home. this was a lil less fluffy and a lil more angsty than i intended, but its still a ‘happy ending’ bc im a weak bitch with simple pleasures, what can i say lmao

Reticence

“What do you want for breakfast, sunshine?”

Silence.

Hoseok sighed, then straightened up again, walking over to the refrigerator. You remained sat by the kitchen island, empty gaze fixed on the marble countertop.

“Omelettes it is, then!” He exclaimed with artificial excitement, trying to be cheery in the face of your taciturnity, but even the sunshiney optimist that was Hoseok was finding it more difficult than he expected. He had hoped that by now you would’ve accepted him, but you remained as quiet and unresponsive as the day he brought you home. Not that you thought of it as ‘home’ yet, but he hoped you would eventually. Hoseok was not a patient man, but he was willing to wait forever for you.

You didn’t even blink when he set the plate down in front of you. It didn’t seem like you were going to attempt to eat it either. Hoseok sighed. He could understand if you didn’t want to talk to him yet — even though it had been months and he’d been nothing but kind to you — but he drew the line at refusing to eat.

You had lost weight. The cute cheeks he loved to watch bunch up as you smiled were now sunken. Your beautiful figure which he had admired from afar was starting to become worryingly waif-like. Hoseok frowned, a crinkle between his brows forming for the first time as his usually exuberant features warped with agitation.

“Listen, Y/n-” Hoseok sat down at the kitchen island across from you, bracing his forearms against the table and leaning forwards. “You have to eat. I promise there’s nothing in it that could hurt you. Look, I’ll even eat it myself!” Hoseok carved out a small piece of the omelette and popped it in his mouth, exaggerating his chewing and swallowing. “See?” You offered no reaction, and Hoseok felt his disappointment join the omelette on its way down to his stomach.

“I can understand that you maybe aren’t so happy with me right now, but that doesn’t mean you have to punish yourself. Just, please, please stop shutting me out.” His pleading tone did nothing to move you. You just sat there like a ghost, and a groan of frustration slipped out of Hoseok.

“Please! I’m begging you! Just eat! I don’t understand, all I want to do is take care of you! All I want to do is love you, why won’t you accept me? Why won’t you even talk to me?”

The only sound was Hoseok’s harsh breaths after his outburst. If he couldn’t see the slow rise and fall of your chest, Hoseok would think you weren’t alive at all. He slumped in his seat, allowing himself to wallow in self-pity for a moment, before forcing himself to get up and ready for work. When he passed through the kitchen again on his way out the door you were still sitting there, staring at the countertop.

The front door banged shut, the sound echoing in the apartment. Then, silence. And then, very quietly, the noises of cutlery moving against a plate and chewing.

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“I don’t know what to do~” Hoseok whined, his head buried in his hands. Around him, his shocked friends were gathered in an informal circle. Each of them had an expression with varying degrees of surprise and confusion — they had never seen Hoseok, the literal personification of sunshine, so dismayed.

“It’ll be ok, Hoseok. I know it’s bad at the moment, but you just have to wait until she trusts you. Once you achieve her trust, you’ll both be the happiest you’ve ever been.” Taehyung reassured him. Taehyung was obviously the source of authority, since him and his wife were basically the perfect couple.

“But what if she never trusts me?” Hoseok fretted, before groaning again. “She won’t even eat! I don’t know what to do, I’m just watching her slowly starve in front of me and she won’t even look at me!” The rest of the group paused as they digested this new information. It seemed this girl was particularly stubborn.

“Force feed her then.” Jin shrugged and Hoseok’s head shot up in outrage.

“No! I could never hurt her like that!”

“You’re hurting her by letting her starve.” Jeongguk pointed out, and Namjoon smacked the back of his head, chastising. Meanwhile, Hoseok looked like he was about to cry.

“Listen, Hoseok, are you sure this girl is the one?” Jimin questioned, bracing his clasped hands on his knees.

“I know she is.” Hoseok replied with a conviction he rarely used. “The second she came into my life, it was like I was born again and she was the first thing I saw. The only thing I could see. Her face- God, it just… glows. She’s like sunshine. She’s an angel. She’s so beautiful and kind and fragile and I want to protect her from everything, and I don’t deserve her but no one else does either and I know we’re meant to be together. If I thought I could’ve let her go, I would have. But I can’t. I have to have her, she has to be mine.”

The circle of men was quiet for a second, before a quiet chuckle broke the silence.

“Well then,” Yoongi rasped, “if she’s all that you say she is-”

“She is.” Hoseok interjected fiercely.

“Then all you can do is have a little patience.”

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It was incredibly boring being kidnapped. Especially when your kidnapper did nothing interesting except make bad food and dance along to music from the TV surprisingly well and cry sometimes when you wouldn’t look at him. Frankly, it would have been easier if he were more of the torturey-type, because it was really hard to stay stubborn in the face of his sparkling eyes and radiant smile.

When you were younger, there was a poster up on the wall of your homeroom at school. On it was an old man with an ugly sneer and a beige trench-coat, with the slogan ‘DON’T TALK TO STRANGERS’ superimposed in glaring red letters. You used to stare up at the poster and wonder how anyone could be so stupid as to talk to someone who looked like that.

You were never afraid to yell ‘STRANGER DANGER’ at the highest decibel your little lungs could manage whenever a person brushed too close to you in the mall. It was almost a habit — you were avidly fixated on your own personal safety, much to your mother’s chagrin and public embarrassment. Being banned from all the surrounding stores within a 20 mile radius had two consequences:

You had to drive forty minutes for a new pair of socks.

You stayed at home a lot more than you went out.

You became a homebody, and it was certainly not something you were unhappy about. Staying safe in your room meant there was less risk for someone to kidnap you. The comforting layer of your blanket was a shield from everything bad in the world. When your parents were arguing constantly, screaming at each other every other night, you would just tuck yourself in and read a bedtime story on your own since they were both occupied. When your parents eventually divorced, you buried yourself under your duvet rather than answer their questions about who you wanted to stay with, and what your preference was. When your mom died in a car crash, and your dad started drinking, your mattress was the shoulder you could cry on, your blanket was a warm arm holding you close. You had always felt safe in your bed. Perhaps that was why you were having such an averse reaction to being taken from it.

Hoseok was not a man with an ugly sneer and a trench coat. He had an impeccable sense of style, and his smile was breathtaking on the few occasions that it appeared. You more often saw his face twisted into a pained grimace. For a kidnapper, he was awfully sensitive. You were pretty sure it was reasonable for you to be holding grudge, and it’s not as if you were actively fighting against him or anything. You were just refusing to acknowledge him. You were highly skilled at repressing things, or ignoring them, and you were resolved to do the same now.

By 7 o’ clock, your resolve was slightly eroded. Hoseok always arrived back at half-past 5 on the dot. He was a very punctual person, and you felt an unwelcome sense of worry curl along the edges of your mind as the clock counted away the seconds of him not being there. You remembered feeling the same way when you waited for your mom to pick you up from your dads, watching the clock hand sweep past the numbers, increasingly taunting. Of course, you hadn’t realised that she was at the time caught in between a lorry with a drunk driver and a very steep incline. You wondered if you were being similarly clueless now.

When the door clicked open at quarter to 9, you had to restrain yourself from exhaling in relief. Hoseok came in looking slightly disheveled, his collar undone and his hair mussed as if he had ran his hands through it over and over again. He gave you a quick once over to see if you were alright, shot you a small, forced smile and then went straight to his bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

That was odd. He never closed the door to his bedroom. He had always left it open in case you needed anything, despite your refusal to acknowledge him. First, his late arrival and now yet another uncommon action? You felt curiosity bubble within you. That was it. Curiosity. It’s not that you were at all worried about him, you were just being nosy. Of course.

You tiptoed towards the door, tracing a finger around the door frame lightly. What if he didn’t even come out again for dinner? You doubted he had dined out without you, he had been eating his meals sitting across from you while you refused to touch yours since the day he stole you. You really should check on him, if only for the fact that if he dies then you’re trapped here with a high chance of starvation.

Before you could convince yourself not to, you opened the door and stepped inside. The only light-source came from the moonlight filtering through the window, casting Hoseok’s form lying on the bed in a deep blue. His eyes, which you assumed had been closed previously, shot open to observe you as he propped himself up on the backs of his forearms.

“Y/n.” He rasped, and a pleasant shiver ran down your spine. “D-do you need anything?” His tone was both excited and confused, probably because you had literally never directly interacted with him before.

You didn’t speak, and for the first time your silence was due to speechlessness, rather than a conscious desire.

“I-I, uh,” You stuttered, and Hoseok sat up ramrod straight, hearing your voice for the first time. “You… were late home.”

Hoseok felt like he couldn’t breathe. Your voice was so soft and pretty, fuck, and you were actually looking at him, you were actually talking to him, holy shit- and you called the apartment home. You said he was late ‘home’. Hoseok somehow managed to keep his shit together.

“I was?”

“Yes.” You confirmed with a small nod of your head. Fuck, you were so cute. “You normally come back at half five. It’s almost nine now.”

“I’m sorry. I was working late.” He was staying at the office because he felt guilty for not taking proper care of you and wanted to avoid seeing the proof of your unhappiness, but you didn’t need to know that.

“It’s ok.”

You remained standing at the foot of the bed, locked in his gaze. The bed looked so comfortable, moulding to support his body, and his warm body was exactly the comforting presence you were searching for all those years ago and you found yourself asking,

“Can I sleep in the bed with you?”

It was a quiet, timid suggestion but Hoseok reacted to it like a bombshell. His eyes practically popped out of their sockets and his entire body tensed. You were about to rescind your offer when he reached out a tugged a corner of the blanket down, welcoming you into the warmth.

You awkwardly sat on the edge of the mattress, nudging off your house slippers with your toes before slipping under the covers. The relief was instantaneous, shrouded in comforting and familiar warmth, and you couldn’t stop yourself from plastering yourself against his side, arm reaching out tentatively to rest on his chest. You felt his muscles jump under your touch, before his arm slid under you and tucked around your shoulders, drawing you into him closer. You closed your eyes, letting out a quiet little sigh, and you let yourself say the words you wish you could’ve said all those years ago when your mother never returned.

“I’m glad you’re home. I missed you.”

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housamo-side-blog-2 · 3 years

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A FAMILIAR FACE PART 1

CONTINUEING!.

Harumo:Who was that guy?

That was the last question you muttered before falling asleep and dreaming about stuff, however, this time, its different your dreaming about the time where you’ve met that stranger when you were with Ryota at the shopping street, there you could see the stranger dressed with a black jacket and blue shorts,you thought you could finally see the stranger’s true face, however the image you’re being shown is only what your mind have captured and the stranger’s face appears black being covered by its hoodie,

Harumo:Oh c’mon!, even here i couldn’t even see it.....Why am i so determined to see this person?

With your curiosity intact while asleep,you struggled to sleep as you move around in your bed making a lot of creaking noises while the night passes by hopefully those noises won’t wake up anybody,

{NEXT DAY}

Its another day at Shinjuku Academy, the place where both transients and students of Tokyo are educated and taken care off, The summoners are in Class E chatting like the usual friends they and Kengo being shouted by Shiro for sitting on top of table,Ryota tells the others about what they did back at the shopping street of Shinjuku Park and you happen to have just arrived.

Harumo: Morning Guys!

Shiro: Good Morning Harumo, you look well today.

Kengo: How you doin partner.

Moritaka: Good Morning to you too Harumo,

Ryota: Morning Harumo!.

Toji: Good Morning to you too.

Harumo: Looks like i made it in time for the first time guys.

Shiro: Indeed, did you have a good sleep?

Harumo: Nope!, I couldn’t stop thinking about that stranger yesterday.

Kengo: What,did you guys fought or something?

Ryota: Oh yeah! When we were running in the shopping street, i accidentaly bump into someone,

Moritaka: I see, It appears you are not hurt Ryota.

Ryota: Nah, im fit as a feedle,its a good thing it wasn;t that serious.

Shiro: Im glad to hear that, but next time be careful when go running around in crowded areas.

Kengo: You know, your starting to sound like my mom,

Shiro: i think you mean as a responsible adult.

Kengo:*mutter* A boring one to be honest.

Shiro: What was that?!

Ryota: Anyway, Guys!, you have got to try Ebisu’s rainbow buns,they are the best buns you could have ever tasted!

Moritaka:Who’s Ebisu?

Ryota: Oh, He’s one of the stall vendors at shopping district, Harumo is actually friends with him. Man you guys were missing out on the deliciousness those buns where giving.

Moritaka: For Ryota to praise someone’s pastry so much, must mean that those Rainbow Buns must be really delicious.. maybe I’ll join you today,is that okay Ryota?

Ryota:Yay!, Moritaka is coming! Always,the more the merrier they say, how about that Harumo?

Harumo: With the two of you,its going to get really fun.

Moritaka:Im grateful for you acceptance.

Ryota: How about you guys? wanna come along?

Shiro:Im terribly sorry,I have after school cooking classes today, maybe next time then.

Kengo:No can do Ryota, i have an important sparring match today.

Toji: I also can’t come as well, because, i was tasked to guard the shrine today. My apologies.

Harumo; AWWW, I really want to spend time with you all.

Shiro; Im terribly sorry, I’ll be sure to come with you next time.

Kengo:Yeah me too.

Toji; Maybe next time then.

Ryota:All right then, its just going to be the three of us.

Harumo and Moritaka:Yeah!

Three of you are going to be hanging today and Mr Jinn has finally arrived and is now about to start his class and the next class and so. Yup a normal school day, You go on with your studies,unknowing about the events that are going to happen.

[After 6 hours}

[SCHOOL BELL RINGS}

Class has finally ended, you’ve finally have some room to stretch your arms from the long period of sitting on your chair,

Harumo: Ah, my shoulders are starting to get tense,

Ryota:Yay!, im so excited to go the shopping area again, are you excited Moritaka?

Moritaka:Well, off course, nothing is much more excitable than going out with your friends.

Shiro: I have to go the economics room for my cooking class, see you later everyone.

Kengo: Man, all that sitting around made my shoulders hurt, gotta get some warm up then, see ya.

Toji: I’ll be leaving now, Good luck!

Harumo: See you later Guys!.

Ryota:Okay guys lets meet up infront of the school after we put in our bags at the dorms.

Moritaka:All right Ryota, I’ll see you two later then,

Harumo: See you guys later!

{Dorm Room}

You’ve arrived at your dorm room, put down your bag at the side and took a quick lie down on your bed facing the ceiling, you reminence about whether you are going to meet that stranger again. caught up in your thoughts your butler make his entrance.

{Ring flashes}

Lil Salomon: Hello Master!, Oh,you seem to be lost in thought.

Harumo: Yeah, i keep on thinking about that that guy we met.

Lil Salomon: You mean the stranger that you and Ryota met at the shopping area?

Harumo: Yes.

Lil Salomon: Hmm, laying down won’t do anything Master, C’mon your friends are probably waiting for you.

Harumo: Oh, yeah thanks for reminding me.

Lil Salomon: Thats my job as your butler Master,toodles.

You changed your clothes and wore casual clothes and went towards Shinuku Park where your supposed to be meeting,

{BLACK SCREEN}

[DARK ALLEY}

The dark alley”s of Shinjuku is the favorite meeting spot of several criminals whether its transactions or place to hang out, In one the alleies is one particular transient that is one to feared off, He is a guy of great strength, heartless intent, and a cold one. is seen laying down on a beaten couch snoring loudly,

Once a comfy slumber, now turn into a hellish reality to him, as a bunch of strangers not knowing the danger they’re waiking towards.

Thug: Hey idiot, this is our turf! get lost!

Stranger:*Snoring*

Thug 2: Looks like this runt needs a wake up call.

Thug 3: Heh, How about we bash his head on then.

The trio of idiots did not know who they were messing with as they laugh at the sleeping stranger with the intent to put him in slumber forever....

However....

Stranger: Hey,...... Thanks for the suggestion.

Thug 1: What the......

The thug quickly had his head smacked on the stone floor, with the sudden emergence of the stranger now with a malicious grin, the other thugs could only watched in surprise as they could not register what just transpired infront of them. With a blink of an eye the other thug who was beside had his entire body thrown in the garbage pile,

Thug 3: H-hey..wHAT the hell is happening!? ,who are you?..

Panicked and fearing for what the stranger is going to do to him,a cold voice whispered to his ear and soon after, the unlucky guy ,was flung towards at a wall knocked out.

Stranger: Psst, Pathethic,man they really ruined my sleep,*yawn* it was getting good.

Not soon after his stomach released a rumbling sound.

Stranger: I haven’t eaten in a while, maybe i should go get something from the shopping area at the Park.

{END OF SCENE}

{Outside area of Shinjuku Park}

You have arrived at a traffic stop and across it is your destination, Shinjuku Park, hom your friends are currently waiting for you at the food area, you are waiting for the traffic light to turn green as you wait the timer on it decreases over time,

Harumo: What the...

You see an orange cat infront of you, when suddenly..

Harumo: Im not gonna make it...

You hurried towards the cat,that is about to be run over by a truck, everything turned slow as you see the truck getting closer and you aren’t even close to saving the poor creature from its painful death,

A shadow appeared fast infront of you and saved the cat infront of you,however as soon as you get your bearings back,you only saw a cat running towards you,even though you didn’t save it in time,but the worked of a mysterious stranger who’s movements are so fast they appear to be inhuman.

Harumo: What...just happened?

You realized, that was the same stranger from before and just disappeared infront of you. went on to search for him and looking left and right for him but you only see passerbies.

Harumo: What the....Where did he go?

To no signs of him everywhere,you went on with your day and made it towards your destination.

{Shinjuku Park}

Ryota and Moritaka are sitting a bench constantly waiting for their friend to arrived and Ryota”s stomach is starting to rumble fom all the waiting and constant seeing the food placed on the passerby’s hands with its smell wafting through the air.

Harumo: Sorry guys! im late.

Ryota: You’ve made it!

Moritaka: There you are.

Ryota: Im so hungry, and seeing everyone with delicious food in their hands makes me drool.

Moritaka: Holy cow! Ryota i didn’t even notice the drool on the bench!

Ryota: That just means im very hungry, C’mon lets go.

Harumo: Right with you.

Ryota quickly dashes towards the shopping area and starts looking at the delicious food they have in stock,one by one,Ryota dashes from one store to another with inhuman speed like he isn’t affected by his hunger a moment ago.

Moritaka: Ryota, would you please slow down?, you’re dashing everywhere.

Ryota: Heheh, sorry,...Oh,how about we go to Ebisu’s shop, i think they should be open right about now. Lets go.

Harumo: Woah! slow down, you don’t want to bump into someone again don’t you?.

Ryota: Oh yeah, sorry, Lets waik then.

Moritaka: I could never figure out,how much energy Ryota has.

{Ebisu”s stall}

Ebisu: Hi guys, its so nice to see you two again.

Harumo: HI Ebisu,

Ryota: Heya Ebisu, I would like you to meet my friend Moritaka here.

Moritaka: Its an honor to meet you Ebisu, my name is Moritaka Shino Inuzuka i hope we could be great friends.

Ebisu: Nice to meet you Moritaka, Im Ebisu im one of the Seven Lucky Gods.

Ryota: Wait, you’re a God?

Moritaka: Holy smokes, to think im actually meeting a God!

Ebisu: Uhm, guys.... i just inherited the memories of one of the seven luckly Gods.

Ryota: Thats still a big deal.

Ebisu: It really isn’t. ....Anyway what are you buying?

Ryota: 10 rainbow buns please!.

Moritaka: My word Ryota!, are you really eating that much?

Ryota: Don’t worry I’ll share with you guys.

Ebisu: Comin right up. Please wait a moment a please.

As you wait patiently for Ebisu’s rainbow buns, you look around the area and see a lot of people comin in and out of the area and buying delicious food, everyone in the vicinity is either seen eating takoyaki, holding a lot of bags full of food,Ryota’s nose is moving like a hound on a hunt for prey as he faces a stall with delicious fried chicken and another stall with squid on a stick.All of this different kinds of cuisine is seen one place as the smells of different foods mixed together wafting the air you currently breath and could not help but tingle your taste buds even you aren’t tasting anything, the smell alone is enough to make Ryota drool.

Moritaka: So..Many different smells coming into my nose, ,,Ahh im practicly drooling over the scents.

Ryota: I know right, we’re going to try every last one of them.

Harumo: Lets hope we brought enough money for it.

Ebisu: All right 10 rainbow buns, order up!

Ryota: OOOHHH! It smells so delicous Ebisu,

Ebisu: Hehehe, Thanks for coming by, hope you come back again.

Harumo: Im going to miss you Ebisu.

Ebisu: Eh, Uhm Im going to miss you too Harumo.

Ryota: See you later Ebisu!

Moritaka: I hope we could meet again someday Ebisu, bye bye.

Ebisu: See you later Ryota! i also hope to see you again Moritaka, bye bye

Waving at Ebisu and waiking around while eating the delicous rainbow buns Ryota bought, Moritaka could not help but be in aww about how delicious it was.

Moritaka: This rainbow buns are really delicious especially the green one. It taste like tea.

Ryota: Yeah, here,try this orange one, i bet it taste just like oranges or peaches.

Moritaka: *chewing sound* Mmmm, It taste exactly like oranges, here would like to taste it also Harumo?

Harumo: Only if you feed it to me.

Moritaka: Oh, okay then,, say ahh.

Harumo:Ahhhh * chewing sound*.........MMMMM it taste just like oranges, this is delicous.

Ryota: I think i should have a go with this white one.

Moritaka: What do you think it would taste like?

Ryota: One way to find out, Itadikimasu! * chewing sound*

Ryota swallows the bun and takes a second of silence,

Harumo: Uhm...Ryota?

Moritaka: Ryo-

Ryota: ITS DELICIOUS!

Moritaka: Ahh, Ryota you surprised me, What did it taste like.

Ryota: Its White chocolate, and its so creamy!

Harumo: Really?!, Can i try it?

Ryota: Sure, here you go.

Harumo: All right down the hatch you g-

{SCREAM]

As you are about to enter a world of flavor, you were interrupted by a sudden scream from a woman, and quickly hurried over to check it out.

Moritaka: There!

Harumo: Hey stop!

You discovered a blue bearlike transient with a knife on its hands and threatening someone, and when they saw you and Moritaka with a sword on his back, the robber immediately turns to take the poor lady hostage.

Robber: Now you stay back!, Or else i’ll cut her throat out!.

Ryota: *gasping for air* hey guys i made it and Whoah!

Harumo: You better stop this right now!

Robber: Oh, how about make me then punk!

Moritaka who was about to draw out his blade, noticed by the robber he immediately step back with the hostage using her as a human shield, The people behind him are steping back as they fear it could only worsen the situation. confident in his ploy, the robber tries to demand money from eveyone,

Unfortunately with his head turned around and not noticing the chubby guy infront of him,

Harumo: Take this!

With no hesitation, you runned towards the robber and did a powerful punch to his face, all the barehand training you recieved from Kengo seems to be quite useful in this types of situations, the robber startled and confused from the blow lost grip from his prey.

Robber: Tha,,,,darn kid!

He angrily tries to flee as you chase him,seemingly unable to grab him,one person appeared out of nowhere and suddenly knee kick the robber to the stomach and with the sheer force from his attack,the robber could not be atleast 10 meters away.

Harumo: What the.. this speed...i’ve seen it before.

You’ve met face to face with the stranger from before and it appears his also the one whom you have met the other the day, Yes, the mysterious stranger whom you have met with Ryota the other day. has now appeared infront of you again and this time,Ryota didn’t bump him.

Stranger: Really doesn’t know what the consequences are.

Harumo: Wait! you’re that guy from before.

Stranger: Huh, who the hell are you supposed t- What the hell!

Harumo: Huh?

The stranger who was wearing the same black hoodie as before and its covering his face and its shocked to see you as if he saw something phenomenal.

Stranger: Why do you?

Harumo: Do i know you from somewhere?

Stranger: Thats my question, Who the hell are you?

Harumo: I ask you first.

Stranger: Heh, well if you wanna know then....*shows his face*

Harumo: What the.....Why do you

Stranger: My name is.........

Reitan

Everything felt silent to you as you processed the image your eyes are sending to you as you couldn’t believe the person infront of you.

Harumo: Why do you....Look like me?

#housamo #tokyo afterschool summoners #mc5 #ryota #moritaka #*ebisu #familiar face #story #fanfiction #part 1

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sailorshadzter · 4 years

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been trapped in my head lately, no motivation to do much, but i still found some energy to finish this piece.

my apologies those that have reached out & ive not responded. <3 im trying. it’s just been a lot lately.

anyways, please accept some jonsa as my apology for inactivity & silence.

The winter air is biting, every breath coming in sharp twists of the lungs.

Even still, she finds herself outdoors.

Standing in the godswood, beneath the canopy of weirwood leaves, she finds an ounce of solace. There, among the trees and whispering gods, she feels at peace; she understands now why her father spent so much time here, sitting beneath the heart tree. Sinking down, she is a heap of black wool skirts in the snow, arms wrapping around her knees as she draws them to her chest. A sigh escapes her in a cloud of white and she leans forward, chin to her knees, sinking down into the dozens of thoughts have have invaded her mind over the last several days.

It's been just over a day since the sun rose, shining light upon the scars left behind by battle, by war. The fight against the Night King was over, but at the cost of what? Of innocent lives, of dearly loved friends and comrades? Sometimes she isn't certain it's ever been worth it, that it might have just been easier to give in... To let the evil win.

"... Sansa..."

The voice is soft, but it startles her from her thoughts; looking up, it's Jon that stands there, the furs she made him wrapped around his shoulders. That alone makes her smile. "Can I sit?" He asks, gesturing towards the space beside her, to which she gives a single nod. When he's settled down beside her, he's close enough that their shoulders brush, that when he moves his hand he feels the soft, yet somewhat scratchy feel of the wool of her gown. "I was looking for you." He goes on, turning to catch sight of her profile, illuminated by the winter sun that has begun it's slow descent towards the horizon.

In moments like this, whatever anger she felt towards Jon dissipates, whatever jealousy she felt towards his relationship with the dragon queen fades. In moments like this, they are as they once were and for that, she is thankful. For that, she is hopeful. Hopeful that someday, things will always feel as they once did, that someday there won't be a queen that stands between them. "I needed some time to myself," she admits, thinking back to the strange dreams she'd woke from that morning. Dreams of belching flames and pieircing screams. A dream that felt more like a premonition than a simple dream woven together by her sleeping mind. "You seem much recovered," she continues, chuckling at his expense, recalling his tired eyes and pale cheeks from that morning, signifying too much to drink and to little of sleep. At her words, he smiles, but it seems forced, so she sobers, reaching out to touch his hand with her own. He feels it too, the spark as skin meets skin, the warmth that flows through him at her touch also flows through her. "Jon... What is it?"

When she stares at him like this, with those big blue eyes, clearer than any sky, with those rosy lips turned down in a frown, he cannot deny her. "I..." He begins, but sighs, shaking his head. If he's to tell her the truth of what's bothering him, then... "I don't know where to begin." He finally says, shifting so he faces her fully, Stark gray eyes meeting Tully blue. That's when she smiles, her hand touching his tightening it's grip, warm and strong, offering him the only sense of comfort he's felt in days. In weeks. "I'm not who you think I am." At these words she tilts her head, surprise taking root, blue eyes widening and then narrowing slightly.

"You're just Jon," she responds with a quick shake of her head.

"Am I?" He asks, wondering if that was even the name he'd been given at birth, or the name Ned Stark had given him when he brought him home. "Sometimes I wonder..."

"There's no need," she says so matter-of-factly that he believes her. He's smile, he cannot help it, but it fades as quickly as it comes. "Jon, please..." She urges softly, hand squeezing his once again, reminding him that despite it all, he's not alone.

"My mother..." He stops, allowing himself to cover her hand with his other one. "My father..." He thinks of proud Ned Stark, with his dark eyes and dark hair, of the the man that raised him as his own, the man who despite what it would say about him, about his wife, risked it all to raise him, risked it all to keep him safe. "My father was Rhaegar Targaryen." He says it without preamble, watching her face as it changes; surprise takes root first, but something like relief fills her eyes in the moments that follow. "My mother was your aunt Lyanna." For a long moment there is only silence. Of all the things she thought Jon might admit to her there in the godswood, it was not this. "It's as I've told you... I'm not a Stark."

"That's not true!" She speaks so suddenly, so quickly, that it surprises him. She's shaking her head, clutching his hand, eyes narrowing as if she dares him to disagree. "I only mean..." She's gentler now, though there is a spark in her eyes that won't seem to fade. "You are a Stark by blood, no matter who your father is." She grips his hand when their eyes meet, he believes her. He would believe any word she spoke when she looks at him in such a way. "You'll always be a Stark to me." She whispers, so close now that he can feel the warmth of her breath when she exhales, so close that he can feel when her lips curve with the slightest of smiles. "This doesn't change anything."

"It changes everything," he whispers before he closes the gap between them, lips capturing hers in a way he's longed for far too long now. His kiss is warm, his kiss is full of everything he's never said to her before. It takes only a moment more before his hand slides into place against her cheek, the curve of it fitting perfectly into his palm. She's sinking into him, warmer than even the brightest of fires, her body pressed into his in a way he had never thought possible, in a way he has only dreamed of. "Sansa..." Her name is on his lips when they break apart, breathless in the cold winter air, his hand still to her cheek. "I have to go to King's Landing." He says, uncertain why, but knowing it's the right thing to say all the same.

"I know," she says, tears reflecting in her eyes, though her lips are still yet smiling. "I'll come for you, if I must," she goes on, her words eliciting a chuckle from him. "I mean it." She stiffens, one hand falling into place against his shoulder, squeezing it gently. "I would go to King's Landing again for no one but you." Once, she swore to never again set foot in the capital, but now she knows, soon, she will have no choice. He thinks of her riding into the city through the gates, an army at her back, a queen that Westeros has never before seen.

Jon tilts his head, leaning in a moment later, touching his forehead to hers. "Say you will come for more than just to save me." He murmurs, to which she blinks, drawing back slightly. "Say you will stand at my side, when all of this is over." He knows what the world will say, but he cares little for talk; he cares only for her, in truth. "I cannot live without you at my side." He's known this since the day they reunited as Castle Black- he's known all this time that his life meant nothing if it weren't for her.

A tearful laugh escapes her, but she nods, squeezing his hand which hers has found again. "You know I will come to save you, though," she says and he laughs, hearty and booming, the truest laugh he's felt in weeks. In months. "I will always be at your side." She speaks when silence has fallen, looking up as the first snowflake melts against her nose. "It's snowing." She observes, hand outstretching, catching the droplets in her palm.

"For now." Jon replies, knowing that before long, spring would come again. He rises up from the ground, his hand stretching out towards her. She takes it, allowing him to help her up onto her feet, though his hand does not stray from hers. "Stay with me tonight... Won't you?" He asks, softer than before, cheeks flushing as soon as the words leave his lips. But she smiles as if she's been waiting her whole life for him to ask her such a thing.

Perhaps she has been.

Arm looping through his, she allows Jon to lead her from beneath the godswood and back towards their home, back to the place they had fought for together and won. Back to the place they had reclaimed, not just for them, but for Arya... For Bran... For Rickon. For their family.

[ x x x ]

When he hears the footsteps in the hall, he thinks it to be the Dothraki.

The door swings open and it is not Grey Worm nor any of his men standing there. It's Sansa, with war braids twisted into her vibrant red hair, such a look on her face that even he's frightened. "Remove his chains," she commands and the man behind her scurries forward, dipping down to do as she's said before he's backing from the room, leaving them alone together.

"Jon!" She's sinking down, arms wrapping around him; she smells of rosewater and tastes of strength. "You are unhurt?" She asks, drawing back, holding him at arm's length, blue eyes wild with worry. Jon grins, shaking his head, hand reaching out to gently tug upon one of her braids, taking in the sight of her there before him. She is bright as the setting sun, her strength, her warmth all flowing into him at the gentlest touch of her hand. "I told you I would come." She smiles and he laughs, as if they have not come to this moment thanks to war, thanks to bloodshed.

"I knew you would." He says and she's in his arms then, warm and soft, the only thing that has kept him going all this time. "I hope you've not made us many enemies." It's her turn to laugh as she shakes her head, pulling back so they might look one another in the eye. He can imagine her there, down in the dragon pit, with her sharp glares and even sharper words. He can imagine her, war braids woven into her hair, every stare daring the most powerful men in the realm to disagree with her. None would, of course. Not that he could blame them. She is a force to be reckoned with, his she-wolf queen with snapping jaws. He cannot blame any man who would cower beneath her.

"None," she promises, but they both smile.

"It's over," he says, hand reaching out, cupping her cheek. To his surprise, she shakes her head, hand sliding over his.

"It's only just begun," she corrects, blue eyes rising up to meet Stark gray.

Silence falls and for a moment, he can only just take in the sight of her there, the one constant in his life, the one thing that's kept him going all this time. Rising up to his full height, he draws her up after him, clutching tightly to her hands. "Stay with me, won't you?" He asks softly, to which she smiles, a single nod her only response. Jon slides his hand into her red hair, relishing the softness of it against his skin, breathing in the sweetness of it as he draws her into his tight embrace.

After all this time, they might finally find happiness.

#jonsa #actuallyjonsa #jon x sansa #i wrote this #my writing

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thespiantherepist · 4 years

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Android Shinsou x female reader Smut!

Notes: Hitting you with that dirty game first babes! Ill try my best to make a Gender neutral reader for it I swear.

Warnings: Smut, pet names, yandere-ish themes, slight aphrodisiac.

Your experiment, one you had been working on since your first year of college. Your pride, and joy. The one thing you cared about as much as your animals.

The very thing you devoted your soul to.

Your android.

Yeah you'd made one, or two, or uhh... Seventeen award winning ones, and twenty nominated ones. This one was different though.

You never really were able to get a partner. (You never looked.) You didnt know why.

(You Never Looked.)

So... you made a robot that would love you just as much as you loved it. Because appearently you didnt appeal to anyones tastes anyway.

(For the love of god, the huminoid sonic had been trying at you since pre-k!)

It was the moment of truth.

You tested his chips, his circuts, the endoskeleton. You ran his programming through a computer for days to make sure it was correct.

You beamed with delight. Your smile illuminating your flat.

"This is it!" You said, flipping your head over to stare at your Bulldog, Steve on the couch. "Soon you'll have a buddy to play with all day!" The American wagged his tail in a chill manner before lying his head back down.

"3...," You whispered to yourself. Flipping the switch on the back of his neck to boot him up.

"2...," You said louder this time, leaning into your computer, and running a safe check on his files.

"....1." You said in an awestruck tone as the pop up button showed on your screen. You clicked it.

Hurriedly you skipped over to your creation, giddily jumping up, and down.

Soft whooses, and buzzes thrumed in his ribcage. His skeleton moved into place visibly. His artifical skin heated, warming your freezing hand.

'Yes..'

The yellow light turned on.

"Yes."

It slowly changed to Green, then started blinking rapidly, starting his actual systems. Air seemed to spin in the room to fit your excitement. Beeps from deep within him cued your reactions. Your eyes glittered with glee, and tears pricked your eyes. His body moved slowly a bit.

"YES!" You happily grabbed his hands shaking them a bit.

"Open your eyes sleepy head!"

A breath came from him.

You drew yours in.

He didnt respond.

"Come on hun, lets get at it!"

... This is worrying.

"Shinsou, on." You said, trying to verbally aid his process.

And for a second.

It seemed to work.

For one second.

It never actually did.

Your heart shattered, tears immediently trekked down your face. Hitched breaths wrecked your body, as you dried to calm down. Trying to swallow the coil in your throat.

You sat inside your house for a few days.

Religiously trying your process.

And each failed attempt ended in more tears.

Each ended in another heartbreak.

It sent you spiraling.

And each day you spiraled further. Further into a pit of resentment to the peice of junk that ruined countless oppourtunities for relationships.

For jobs.

For sleep,

health,

money,

family.

You resented the scent of lavender, and blackberry that came off of him each night. The scent that would drive you wild.

Cause you to touch yourself each night.

Each night.

On the couch facing him.

After you finished you always felt violated.

You couldnt stay at your flat any longer.

You spent two weeks at Tenya Iidas. It was the best two weeks of your life. You actually felt terrible leaving.

The second you entered your house you noticed something was up.

There was a linear pattern of lavender lights leading into the hallway.

The smell of Lavender, and Blackberries were gone.

There was a silhouette sitting at the bottom of your stairs.

The shape sent an immediate rush of fear into your heart, and you whimpered stepping back towards the door. The figures eyes opened slowly revealing beautiful, glowing, purple orbs.

Strangely enough this sent even more fear through your body. You had programmed your android to protect you after all.

"What. The. Fuck. Type of stunt do you think you just pulled Kitten?" His voice was laced with venom, a warning had you ever heard one.

"I- I wha?"

"Dont act fucking stupid with me!" He shouted, springing up from his spot at the base of the stairs in incredible speed.

"You smell just like him."

You paniked, pressing your back against the door as he advanced to you. The scent coming back stronger than ever this time. Your knees buckled, and you fell to the floor, hand grasping then knob.

"Oh, Kitten, I didnt mean to scare you." He said in a mocking tone. "Come here~" Your body moved on its own. Pressing flush against him. Arms encasing his neck, nose nuzziling into him.

"Thats really sweet of you, ya know?" He asked in a vauge manner. He pushed you away slightly so he could get a better loom at you. "You didnt become a slutty little bitch when you went to that cucks house. My Kitten stayed heated only for her Master~"

Your eyes widened in fear, then in realisation. You huffed slightly. Pressing your now, warm, nose against his neck.

'Of course, you programmed him with those sensors idiot.' You mentally kicked yourself.

"Were you on the entire time?" You asked pulling away from him glaring slightly at your masterpiece. Watching as his pupils geared to aim towards a spot in the corner of his eyes. His lips stuck out in a playful pout before he smirked.

"May-be." He said misheviously. You gasped, and punched his chest lightly, to which he chuckled.

"You asshole, why?"

'Ah, so loud!'

"I thought you looked cute mad~" It was your turn to pout a bit. 'This sadist.'

"So kitten," Shinsou said leaning in, "Tell me," Your mind went blank from the scent that he emmitted, "Do you wanna play a bit?"

You nodded quickly, staring at the man above you.

His eyes flickered for a second.

Lavender to Ruby.

A glitch?

You didnt think it was too problematic, a minor color glitch. Nothing too serious.

Im so sorry my friend.

He smirked, picking you up by the hips, wrapping your legs around his waist.

He kissed you deeply, his warm lips unexpected especially for him. He immediately pressed his tounge past your lips. Turning your head so you could get better leverage. You squeaked in suprise, and slight discomfort. Bringing a hand to his shoulder, and the back of his head for stability.

He presesed you against the wall behing you, one hand at the small of your back, pressing you up to him. The other left your hip, trailing up to your breasts, then slipping his hand into your pants.

You gasped in surprise, trying to break from the kiss, instead he deepened it. You moaned slightly into his mouth, causing him to groan deeply. He wrapped his tounge over yours, nearly chocking you in passion.

Your eyes were practically screwed shut from intensity. The two tendrils slid over each other, collecting the essence upon each other.

Shinsou slid his finger into your sopping cunt. Pushing upwards in a quick pace.

You openly gasped at the intense sensation. Youd never inserted anything inside before.

You threw your head back, neck bare to the machine in front of you. He added another finger, heading right for your neck afterwards. He nipped and bit as he pumped his fingers at a rhythimic pace. He felt your hands curl at his head, and he looked back up at your soft, lewd expression.

Drool fell in thin rivuletts down your chin. Your eyes tolled the back of your head. Heated cheeks adding to your beautiful expression.

It seemed as if the world stopped for a second, Shinsou felt real. He hadn't realised his fingers sped up until he heard your delectable moans gettting louder.

"Ngh- Ahah! Shi- shinsou, so clooose ahahh!"

You whined in pleasure squirming on his fingers. He wasnt going to let this opportunity go to waste.

He heaved lowered your bodies quickly so he was face level with your cunt, then without taking his fingers out he started to devour your pussy. He sucked against your clit, then dipped his long tounge deep inside you.

You flinched at the warm sensation entering your hole. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, in pure bliss.

Your moans shook the windows behind you. And Shinsou?

Shinsou was dining like a king. Your essense dribbled down his chin, making his sensotove nerves go haywire. He twisted, and turned his tounge around inside you, pulling it out occasionally to press a kiss to your clit. Everytime he did that he sped up.

You felt it wriggling inside you, pressing at your walls demanding you to come.

His artifical scent grew stronger as you came closer to your finish. You wailed, pulling at Shinsou soft locks.

"Are you gonna cum kitten?" He said, voice muffled by your pussy. He nuzzled your clit with the top of his nose, forcing a drawn out moan from you. "Kitty cat, Imma count to three for you okay?" His voice again sent vibrations to your hole.

You ground your hips into his mouth, causing his movements to stutter a bit, before he gained a new pace.

"Three, two... mmph, now kitten!"

The coil inside you snapped hard. Your jucies sprayed all over his face, and partiality on his chest.

He stared at you in awe, seeing your pussy absoulutely soaked. Some dribbled on his hands. His eyes resumed their glowing state as he flipped you over.

He leaned over you on the floor, bending down to whisper in your ear.

"Im going to fuck you so hard kitty, Im going to fuck you until I am the only man you'll ever wanna see."

You moaned in anticipation.

"Wait, please be gentle, its my first time."

He just smirked softly, placing a soft kiss to your neck. He slowly slid his member in, the muscle massaging your slick walls. Hitting every pleasurable nerve on its journey. Your brain blanked.

He didnt bother going slow after that immediently blasting into your hole. Large hands grasping tightly onto your hips. Thrusts shaking your entire body.

It carried on this way for what seemed like ages. Him thrusting into you at unimaginable speeds that sent your body into a tizzy.

When you finally came you fell from heaven, and landed into the fiery pleasure of hell. Warmth left, and entered you at the same time. A moan leaving your twitching mouth, drool escaping in tandum.

Shinsou pulled out. Marveling the sight, and oicking your limp body off the floor. He pressed a tender kiss to your forehead.

"Dont worry bout a thing kitten," He said when you felt yourself asending the stairs, and you looked up slighlty. "Ive got you."

ge entered your room, and layed you down slowly.

"I love you Shinsou."

"Love you to kitten, now let me go get my charger, and Ill be right back."

#Yander shinsou #Android shinsou #Shinsou is a kinky bastard #hes also sneaky #reader is precious #Android Shinsou x reader #You really do be simping over androids though #I should be asleep #rough smut #18+#jealousy #Dont put your dick in a robot.#Iida and Shinsou are rivals #You and Shinsou were roomates.#As per my girlfriends request.

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pandawritespoorly · 4 years

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And: Chapter 2 - Without

Author’s Note: Thank you all so much for your patience again! I meant to have this up on Tuesday, but between school finally starting back up, and getting back into the habit of regular updates, it just didn't happen. I promise I wasn't disappearing again!

First | Last

Marinette sits up when she hears a notification from that app. She and Chat had found a messaging app that they could both use without revealing their identities, and had been using it to communicate without having to transform.

It was already hard enough to sneak away for attacks, they didn’t need to make it more complicated.

It’s just a quiet study hour in the library, and she’s alone, so she pulls out her phone.

Cat Boy: hey bug

Cat Boy: weird question

Cat Boy: do you

Cat Boy: do u think that i weigh 2 much

Little Lady: no!

Little Lady: not at all kitty

Little Lady: underneath all that armor and magic leather im pretty sure your waist is the same size as mine

Little Lady: if anything you dont weigh enough

Little Lady: im bringing snacks on patrol

Little Lady: this is non negotiable

Little Lady: text me ur favorites

Little Lady: but later. what brought this on

Cat Boy: just civilian stuff

Cat Boy: i know i’m not overweight

Cat Boy: but seeing the numbers andstuff all the time it can kind of stick in ur head you know

Cat Boy: and then u start thinking about it

Cat Boy: and it sticks around longer

Little Lady: and then it’s taken root

Cat Boy: yeah

Little Lady: then we have some weeding to do >:(

Cat Boy: :)

Cat Boy: thanks bug

Little Lady: not a problem

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Little Lady: do i do enough

Little Lady: like

Little Lady: all of this

Little Lady: is it good enough

Little Lady: paris and the kwamis and the akumas and hakwmoth

Little Lady: shouln’t I have fixed all of this bu now

Little Lady: it’s what im here for

Little Lady: but theres sill so much wrong and i feel like im not enough right to cancel it all out

Little Lady: and i just

Little Lady: i feel so bad

Little Lady: but half the time i dont even kno what i fel bad about u kno

Little Lady: i jsut fell bad

Little Lady: abuto evryting

Little Lady: o goodenss it 3 am

Little Lady: sory

Little Lady: ignreo tihs

Cat Boy: bug

Cat Boy: breathe

Cat Boy: five things you see

Little Lady: pilwo phonoe tiki cieling um

Little Lady: blankt

Cat Boy: four things you feel

Little Lady: bed

Little Lady: pilow hair sheets

Cat Boy: three things you hear

Little Lady: cars wind and keyboadr clicks

Cat Boy: two things you smell

Little Lady: the candle i had burning and bread

Cat Boy: bread?

Little Lady: bakery nearby

Cat Boy: oh okay

Cat Boy: one thing you taste

Little Lady: cookies

Cat Boy: there we go

Little Lady: thank you

Cat Boy: no problem

Cat Boy: do u want to talk

Little Lady: later. maybe on patrol?

Little Lady: i’m tired. haven’t slept all weekend

Cat Boy: …

Cat Boy: bug it’s MONDAY

Cat Boy: wait no

Cat Boy: TUESDAY

Cat Boy: go to bed

Little Lady: goodnight kitty

Cat Boy: gn littlebug

Today 9:32 AM

Little Lady: hey! im not that much shorter than you!

Little Lady: >:(((

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“Are you sure, Lila?” Adrien asks, a frown creasing his face. “That doesn’t sound like something Marinette would do.”

“Well I-”

“My dude’s right,” Nino agrees, “That doesn’t sound like Nette at all.”

Adrien watches Marinette brighten quietly as the rest of the class comes to her defense. They all believe Lila still, yes, he’s not going to let the liar turn them on their Everyday Ladybug. Not on his watch.

After class, the dark haired girl approaches him. She gives him a soft hug, whispering a quiet ‘thank you’.

---

“Adrien,” Marinette calls.

The blond stops, turning. “Hey, Marinette. Did you need something?”

She shakes her head, giving a small smile, holding out a paper bag. “You were gone all morning for that photoshoot. I thought you might be hungry.”

Adrien freezes, staring at her in shock.

After a moment, she cringes, looking away. “B-but um, if you aren’t-”

He shakes his head, realizing his mistake. “No! No! Thank you so much! I just- You surprised me.” He gives her a grateful smile, trying to keep himself from crying. “I- that- I wasn’t expecting this. You’re wonderful, Marinette, really.”

She blushes violently as he takes the bag, digging into the pastries with a smile.

“I don’t usually remember lunch after shoots, so…”

She stares at him in horror. “That’s it,” she declares, “I’m bringing you lunch now. Everyday. No matter what.”

“How much? I’ll pay-”

“No, Adrien, we’re friends. You don’t need to pay me. Maman is always saying how she thinks you need to eat more anyways, so my parents would probably just give you free food if you so much as glanced in the window. I’m just making their dreams come true.”

He laughs, and she takes a moment to appreciate such a carefree look on the busy model’s face.

He’s happy.

That’s good.

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Cat Boy: u okay bug

Cat Boy: u seemed upset today

Little Lady: im fine

Little Lady: just

Little Lady: tired

Little Lady: i should probably go now class will start soon

Cat Boy: okay

Cat Boy: if you say so

Adrien tries not to let his worry for his partner show as he slips his phone into his pocket and makes his way to Bustier’s class.

The battle was easy - Ladybug didn’t even need her Lucky Charm - but Cataclysm had been a requirement for this particular fight, so he hadn’t had time afterwards to check in with his friend.

He’s never good at focusing when he’s worried.

Nino slings an arm around him as they meet up on their way to class.

“Hey dude, um, I hope you don’t mind sitting with Nette today. She’s pretty wiped out - Al’s said she said somethin’ about a big commission? I dunno’, but we figure the less high up she is, the better, so I’m takin’ her seat today so she can go ground level.”

“Oh that’s fine! Is she okay?”

Nino gestures at the girl as they enter. She’s slumped forward, making her already small form even smaller, and while her sketchbook is out, the page is blank, and her pencil isn’t anywhere to be seen. There’s a to-go cup of coffee in the corner of the desk, and her head rests on her hand, her eyes staring blankly forward, unresponsive.

Adrien winces. “Goodness.”

“Yeah…” Nino shakes his head, then heads towards the girl’s usual seat. “You take care of her, alright?”

Adrien nods, sliding into his usual seat. “Hey, Mari,” he greets softly.

She straightens, blinking a few times before turning to face him with a weak smile. “Hey.”

“You feeling alright?”

She doesn’t get a chance to respond before Ms. Bustier walks in and class starts.

The lesson feels slow. Between Marinette and Ladybug, Adrien has the urge to hug someone and tell them that they’re okay, and that they’re good.

Both girls, at this point. The look in Marinette’s eyes is the same as Ladybug’s when she’s overworking herself to avoid thinking about something. The nights when he sees her patrolling even though she isn’t scheduled and he has to transform to go talk her into resting. The fights where she throws herself at akumas less thoughtfully, more brash. The post-battle interviews where her answers are slightly delayed, her eyes endlessly tired.

So when class is finally over, Adrien puts a gentle hand on her shoulder to keep her from going. Once everyone has filed out, he gives a small, worried smile.

“Are you feeling okay, Marinette?”

“I’m fine.”

“Marinette.”

She hesitates, her eyes straying from his to stare at nothing in particular. “I’m fine, Adrien, really. I’m just… just tired.”

“The coffee probably isn’t helping,” he teases.

“The coffee is my lifeblood.” She smirks, then sighs. “But I’m more than just sleep-tired.”

“Oh.”

She stands, gathering her things. “But thank you. For asking. And for caring.”

“Not a problem.” He hands her her sketchbook. “You deserve it.”

She looks at the sketchbook, then at his smile, and gives a genuine one of her own. “Yeah. Yeah I do.”

---

Author’s Note: Next (and final) chapter will be up sometime next week! I'll try to post weekly one-shots until I have A Shy 'Sparrow' fully written, and then I'll put that on a regular schedule.

Thank you all so much! Have a lovely day and stay safe! 💞

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#miraculous ladybug #and #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #good friends #good partners #partners support each other #tired marinette dupain cheng #hurt/comfort #fanfic

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freddiesaysalright · 4 years

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Soft in Love Part 4

A Gwilym Lee x Student!Reader Fic

Summary: Y/N is an acting student in her last semester of college. When a professor unexpectedly can’t make it for the senior capstone class, a very famous (and handsome) substitute is called in. When they connect, they face a few challenges.

Word Count: 3k

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A/N: Here it is! Sorry this took so long, my weekend was crazy and then I wanted to put that Brian fic out :)

Warning(s): None! More pining, some jealousy, yadda yadda

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Part 4 here we go!!!

He took one look at Sloan and immediately threw the car into park before climbing out to help you. With his assistance you got her lying down in the back seat. You were careful to place her face down in case she vomited.

You looked back toward the house where the three guys were standing, watching you. Gwilym walked around to the passenger side and opened the door for you.

“Y/N!” he called through the rain. “Come on, I’ll take you home.”

You jogged over and slid into the seat. He closed the door behind you gently. Then he resumed his spot behind the wheel, rolled the window up, and drove away. He went slowly, minding Sloan in the back.

Now that it was quiet, you could hear your heart thundering in your chest. You took a few shaky breaths. Your arms were already feeling sore from where you had strained to carry Sloan down the stairs and into the street. It made you feel weak and tired.

“Are you alright?” Gwilym asked.

You looked at him a moment, just taking in his kind voice. You nodded.

“Yeah,” you said. “We almost weren’t. But we are. Thanks for stopping.”

“What happened?” he wondered.

You explained the whole nasty business to him. The corners of his mouth turned down when you described it, and you thought that even frowning, he looked rather handsome. Then you reprimanded yourself again. You shouldn’t think of him that way.

“I’m sorry,” he said simply. “That’s terrible.”

You told him to take a left to get to Sloan’s place.

“I know,” you agreed. “I’m just glad I got to her before something...even more terrible happened.”

“She’s lucky to have a friend like you looking after her,” he said.

“I should have been looking more closely,” you replied, looking at your hands in your lap. “If I hadn’t gone to talk to fucking Daniel…”

Gwilym glanced over at you. You hung your soaking head as your body trembled. Instinctively, he reached over and took your hand.

When Gwilym’s warm fingers interlocked with yours, you stiffened. The logical part of you screamed to put him off, push him away. This was inappropriate. The other part of you - a frightened girl - told you to accept the gesture. You needed the comfort anyway. Throwing logic to the wind, you gave his hand a grateful squeeze. His hand remained clasped in yours all the way to Sloan’s apartment.

Gwilym parked on the street and then together, you carried Sloan up to her place. She was a little more aware now, but still unable to walk. It was slow going to get her up the stairs, and her place didn’t have elevators. She and Andrew were on the fourth floor.

When you made it, both red-faced and panting, you retrieved Sloan’s keys from her purse and unlocked the door. Gwilym carried her the rest of the way to her room to give you a break. He placed her carefully on the bed.

“Can you step out for a bit?” you asked. “I’m gonna get her clothes off.”

“Of course,” he agreed, and left, closing the door behind him.

With a sigh, you got to work. You peeled off her tanktop, shorts, bra, and underwear and threw them in the hamper. You untied her shoes and removed them before tossing them into her closet. Then you draped a blanket over her. You hoped she was comfortable.

At last, you went back out to the living room. Gwilym was looking at the bookshelf, seeing what Andrew and Sloan had in their collection. Neither of them were very big readers, but they had some things they’d enjoyed from classes, as well as scripts from previous shows they had performed in.

“You really are a nerd, huh?” you teased.

He chuckled. “Guilty as charged.”

A beat passed.

“Do you want me to take you home?” he offered.

“If you don’t mind,” you returned. “I’ll just leave a note for Andrew.”

His brow furrowed and then un-furrowed quickly.

“Oh, right, I forgot your phone is dead,” he recalled.

“Sloan’s is on her charger, but it takes a minute to boot up,” you explained.

You went into the kitchen and retrieved a pad and pen. You began scrawling a quick note to Andrew saying that Sloan would need water and painkillers in the morning. As you wrote, you began to shiver again.

“You’re soaked,” Gwilym said. “Can you borrow something of hers?”

You shook your head. “Sloan’s smaller than me by a lot. I’ll just have to wait until I get home.”

He frowned. “Wait right here.”

With that, he exited the apartment. You heard his footsteps disappear down the staircase and you pondered what he could be doing. Shrugging it off, you finished your note. When you heard steps coming back, you opened the door for Gwilym.

“Here,” he said, holding out a hoodie and sweatpants.

“Are these yours?” you asked, hesitating to take them.

“Yes, you can return them whenever, I don’t mind,” he insisted. “But you should get out of those wet clothes or you’ll get sick.”

“I’ll be fine -” you started to say, but he cut across you.

“Y/N, you’re the star of the show,” he said. “We can’t have you losing your voice or anything.”

You blinked. You had almost forgotten about class and the musical.

“I guess that’s true,” you admitted.

He smiled as you took the offering at last. You went into Andrew’s bathroom to change, stripping all the way down. He was right, it was better to take off the soaked outfit from earlier. Gwilym’s clothes were large, but cozy. The pants had a drawstring so you could keep them up. The hoodie went to your thighs. It all smelled like him, warm and inviting. You brought the collar to your nose and inhaled deeply.

You emerged from the bathroom, feeling a little insecure about how you must look with his clothes hanging off you. But he smiled so kindly at you, you forgot about anything other than that smile. It knocked the breath out of you.

“You’re a tree,” you blurted out, giggling.

“Are you warm?” he asked with a chuckle.

In more ways than one, you thought as you looked at him.

“I am,” you assured him. “Thank you.”

“No problem,” he replied. “Ready to go?”

You nodded. “Yep!”

He paused. “Actually, Y/N, there’s something I wanted to ask you.”

Your stomach twisted into a knot.

“Um, okay,” you said. “What is it?”

“This week, you’ve been sort of...standoffish,” he said. “Have I done something to upset you?”

You sighed, guilt washing over you. Your treatment of him had been unfair. He’d done nothing wrong, and you had punished him for things people might say or suspect. Now, after he’d come to your rescue, it felt especially wrong.

“I’m sorry,” you said. “A few people made some comments to me and I took them way too much to heart. You haven’t done anything, I swear.”

He heaved a sigh. “Thank goodness.”

“And I seriously can’t thank you enough for everything tonight,” you went on. “I’ll never be rude to you again.”

He chuckled, the sound ringing through your ears and snatching up your heart.

“Come on,” he said. “Let’s get you home.”

He offered you his hand again. You smiled and took it. Together, you left the apartment, and you used your spare key to lock up behind you.

Once again, Gwilym opened the door for you. The rain had thankfully stopped, so you didn’t get soaked as you climbed in. He got into the driver’s side and cranked the engine.

“So, where do you live?” he asked.

“On campus in the dorms,” you told him.

He raised an eyebrow at you.

“It’s part of my scholarship,” you explained.

“I didn’t know you were on a scholarship,” he returned.

“Yeah, my parents couldn’t afford to send me to school,” you went on. “They both work in a restaurant, and have for their whole lives. If I wanted to go to school, it was on me to get the money.”

Something like pride made his heart swell.

“That’s incredible,” he said, trying to sound cooler about it than he felt.

You shrugged. “I auditioned for several schools. This one was the best way and had the most to offer. I was lucky to get the chance.”

“Well, you’re talented enough, so I’m not surprised they offered it to you,” he said.

You looked out the window to hide the blush rising to your cheeks.

“What are you thinking of doing after graduation?” he wondered.

“I’m not sure, really,” you told him. “I’d like to maybe go to LA and work in the movies. The trouble is, I don’t have any connections out there. That’s the only real way to get a good part.”

“I hate to admit it, but that’s usually true,” he said. “Unless you have a really great agent. But if you’re starting out, you need to be careful.”

“Yeah, I won’t be tricked into doing porn or anything like that,” you joked. “Not that the porn industry wouldn’t be lucky to have me, but I’ve got slightly higher ambitions.”

He laughed. “I’m glad to hear it.”

A beat passed.

“Well, if you ever need it, I’ve got lots of friends and colleagues in Los Angeles,” he said. “I’d be happy to set up a meeting.”

Your heart soared at the idea.

“Really?” you gasped.

He looked over at you and saw your thrilled face and it made him ache to hold you.

“Sure thing,” he said casually. “You’ve got my email.”

“That would be amazing, Gwilym, thank you!”

You finished your phrase by placing a grateful hand on his arm. That hand eventually met his, and there it remained for the rest of the ride. When he pulled up to your dorm, you found you were very sorry to be letting go of it.

“Thank you again for everything tonight,” you said.

“No problem,” he said. “Let me know if you need anything else.”

You nodded. You gazed at him, and he turned to meet your eyes. The look was charged. Something lingered between you, some words unsaid.

“You should get in,” he said, finally breaking the silence. “It’s late.”

“It’s the weekend,” you reminded him lightly.

“I know, but still,” he returned.

“Alright,” you conceded. “Thanks again. I can’t say it enough.”

You squeezed his hand.

“Goodnight, Gwilym.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

On that note, you reluctantly climbed out of the car and stepped onto the sidewalk. Gwilym watched to be sure you made it inside before pulling away and heading back to his hotel room. As he drove, he felt his hand tingling from where you had touched it. It was already itching for you again.

“Oh, God,” he sighed. “That’s terribly inconvenient.”

The next day, you called Sloan to make sure she was alright. She said she was and thanked you for getting her out of there. Either because she was too tired or she really didn’t want to know, she didn’t ask how exactly you’d gotten away from the party. Then again, she didn’t know that both your phones were dead. She probably assumed you had called a Lyft. And you weren’t going to let her think any different.

On Tuesday, when you arrived to class early, it was just you and Gwilym again. You smiled at him, which he returned and then you took a seat beside him on the stage.

“How’s Sloan?” he asked.

“Fully recovered,” you told him. “We hung out on Sunday and she said she was sort of shaken up, but otherwise perfect.”

“That’s understandable,” he said.

He swallowed, and you felt that he was holding something back. The truth was, the more Gwilym thought about it, the more he felt that getting close to you was a bad idea. He liked you, probably too much, and that put you at risk. When you had fought so hard for a chance, and you were so close to finishing, he didn’t want to be the reason you lost everything. He wasn’t worth it.

“Y/N, I think it’s best we tell no one it was me who took you home that night,” he said nervously. The last thing he wanted was to upset you.

“I actually agree,” you said. “I don’t want people to get the wrong impression. I haven’t told Sloan or Andrew.”

He heaved a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness.”

Your hand rested on your thigh, which was so close to his. The temptation to close the gap, just inch closer and feel the warmth of him, was overwhelming, but you resisted. While you agreed with what Gwilym said, you understood the underlying implication - that there needed to be distance between you. So you left it.

Then, Daniel walked in. Your eyes snapped up and got missile lock on him. You leapt off the stage - startling Gwilym - and marched toward your ex with a ferocity neither of them had ever seen in you before. You shoved Daniel hard in the chest.

“Did you know?!” you demanded as he stumbled backward.

He looked at you, dumbfounded.

“Know what?!” he returned.

“Don’t play dumb, Dan!” you pressed. “Did you invite me to that party just so some friend of yours could try and get Sloan?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“I don’t believe you!”

You lunged at him.

“Hey!” Gwilym interjected, grabbing you round the waist and holding you back from scratching Daniel’s eyes out.

“What happened after you went inside?” Daniel asked.

You looked in his eyes as you struggled against Gwilym. Dan’s eyes were shocked - worried even. He was telling the truth. You came to a stop, relieved. While Daniel wasn’t a perfect person, he at least would not stoop to that kind of malice.

“Sloan got drugged,” you explained. “Someone tried to rape her.”

“Shit,” Daniel whispered. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I invited you because well…” He glanced nervously at Gwilym, but then shrugged. “I was trying to hook up with you. I just knew you wouldn’t come without Sloan.”

“Good lord,” Gwilym said under his breath and you bit back a laugh.

“Did you get home okay?” Daniel asked, and he was genuine.

You glanced at Gwilym and then back at Daniel.

“Yeah, everything was fine,” you said. “Sorry for accusing you.”

Gwilym finally relaxed his arm and pulled it away from you. He was still holding down the surge of protectiveness he felt when Daniel said he wanted only to have sex with you that night.

“I forgive you,” Daniel said. “I really am sorry that happened.”

“Thanks,” you said stiffly.

The rest of the class started to filter into the auditorium and Sloan and Andrew approached. Daniel turned to Sloan.

“You okay?” he asked.

She blinked at him, stunned.

“Yeah,” she said slowly. “Thanks, Dan.”

“Cool,” he said, and patted her arm before going to his seat.

She met your eyes and you could only shrug. Gwilym had already walked away and was back at the stage, greeting the others.

“Welcome back, everyone,” he said. “I think today we’ll start working on Skip to My Lou. It’s a complicated number with a lot of moving parts, so I want to begin work on it early. How does that sound?”

The class murmured their agreement and you took the stage.

Once again, Gwilym was struck by how well you knew the material. He also realized how good an actress you really were when you took Daniel’s arm, beamed at him as if delighted to be there, and began singing.

“Put on your Sunday, go to meetin’

And I’ll take you by the hand

If you will be my dancin’ partner

We will dance to beat the band

So join the promenade

And lead the big parade

And if you don’t come home at all

Your Pa will understand!”

Gwilym began choreographing more of where he wanted everyone for the line dances and figuring out how it looked on the stage. He made slight adjustments here and there, stopping through much of the song to get it just right. Your eyes were fixed on him as he worked, and your admiration of his talent and dedication was difficult to ignore.

You didn’t notice his frown in one part of the song. Where you danced with several of the guys.

“I’ll be glad to go with you

So prithee do not tarry

But if I do, it’s up to you

To let me dance with Harry…”

You changed hands and went to the next guy in the line as the class sang back.

“Skip to my lou!”

“Charlie…” you continued on to the next.

“Skip to my lou!”

“Johnny…” you danced a turn with Andrew.

“Skip to my lou

Skip to my lou, my darlin’!”

As you all made your way through the number, Gwilym was becoming really proud of all of you. His students. It felt a bit strange to say, since he had not started the semester with you, but it was true.

With the last ten minutes of class, he wanted a rough run through of the song. He shouted out directions as you all moved to follow them.

“Lost my partner,” Andrew sang.

“Skip to my lou!” the cast answered.

“Lost my partner…”

“Skip to my lou!”

“Lost my partner!”

“Skip!” you shouted with a giggle and danced away.

The twinge of satisfaction Gwilym felt at your dismissal of Andrew - even though it was in character and meant to be teasing - made one thing perfectly clear. Staying away from you was going to be much harder than he anticipated.

The number went great and he congratulated you all.

“Give yourselves a round of applause,” he said. “We are well on our way to a fantastic show.”

Everyone clapped, and you hugged Andrew and Daniel. Gwilym frowned again, that same feeling bubbling up from when you danced with them.

He was in more trouble than he bargained for.

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letters-from-the-three-houses · 5 years

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GODDD I /LOVE/ your edelgard x dimitri stuff so much omfg... all this potential for tenderness and angst between these two is just so *chefs kiss* im shy but can i request a deeper look into what edelgard might like about dimitri (physical, personality, etc) i imagine being the heiress makes her a bit detached, and she never got to feel like a normal girl with a crush... let her love and my poor soft boy be appreciated

thank you!!!! i’m grateful for the praise, anon, but that explanation of yours is a chef’s kiss all to itself! claude would know and he would be entertained by it. in the original draft of the other post, i said he’d think of eddie/dimitri as his favourite source of melodrama, but i got rid of it bc it didn’t flow well with the rest of the hcs

this turned out to be longer than i expected (holy smokes), so thank goodness the read more finally works again

enjoy!

p.s. for those who don’t know yet, it’s currently my fourth favourite season of the year—midterm season—hence why the blog’s been running slow these days. i’ll be back to normal speed once the second week of july rolls around. so just in time for the two week countdown! i’ll still doing my best to work on requests in my spare time, but studying’s important and i’m going to get me some good grades 🕶️

edelgard’s initial impression of him was that he was much too like herself

with a slight frown and a straight stature, he looked regal, imposing, and dignified

calculating and cool, wary and doubting

she could see herself in him and it put her on her guard

so when she introduced herself for the first time, she made sure to act as aloof at possible

“i am edelgard von hresvelg,” she said, a hand on her chest as she bowed. “it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, prince dimitri”

she expected him to do the same, a well-practiced propriety that only the heir of faerghus could have

so when he grinned, she froze

“well met,” he told her, genuity dripping from his voice. “but really, the honour is entirely mine. i’ve heard only the best things about you, and though i had no doubt they were true, your prowess against those bandits only solidified the claim”

it made her more uneasy than she’d admit, but she masked her discomfort with a passive expression

and during their entire trip to the monastery, she stole secret glances his way, still confused and trying to understand their interaction

whenever he caught her eye, he simply smiled and nodded at her

it was all so baffling

and it bugged her so much that when they were already in the academy, she continued her habit of studying him

she couldn’t understand how someone so…innocent could make it this far on their own

she got her answer one day when she found him laughing and joking around with his housemates

and realization clicked

there, she thought

he could act so open because he believed he had people he could trust to watch his back

and for a moment, all she felt was pity

it was foolish of him

naive

didn’t he know that putting too much faith in someone made it easier for them to stab you in the back?

whenever he was around, she couldn’t help but watch him—like she was waiting for a train wreck to happen

surely this would all fall apart

sooner or later, his so-called ‘friends’ would show their true selves and intentions

but no matter how long she waited, nothing happened

and she began to think

maybe

just maybe

his housemates really treated him like he hasn’t the prince of faerghus

but instead, like he has their equal

like he was just…him

the idea was rather foreign to her, but if she was being fully honest, it was intriguing

she still thought it was unwise

but she was curious to know how it was possible

was it something about dimitri in particular? or was it perhaps because the people in faerghus were just more trusting in nature?

she wondered what it’d be like if adrestia was like that

(and at that, she shook her head and forced herself to turn away)

(nonsense; that line of thinking would surely get her into trouble)

(and yet, she couldn’t help but sneak another glance, watching the way his face brightened when he laughed)

because of interest, or perhaps habit—what else would it be?—she continued studying his every move and mannerism

whenever she talked with him, she memorized his expressions

in an argument, his brows pinched together as he frowned, showing every crease and wrinkle of disagreement

when he was taken aback, pale skin giving way to a warm blush, he stuttered and stumbled on his words

when she quipped a joke, rare as it was, his eyes shone in awe, mouth slightly ajar, before he schooled his features into a smile

it was hard to look away from

and the image of him, light and happy, would remain at the forefront of her mind for the rest of the day

from then on, she sometimes daydreamed about him

reimagining the emotions that would flit on his face

and how, even if he’d try to hide them, they would bleed through with his bad acting

how he’d try to pretend he hadn’t just jumped five feet in the air in surprise

or how he’d clear his throat to divert the attention from his reddening ears

she’d breathe out a laugh before realizing what she was doing, and she’d snap out of it to redirect her thoughts elsewhere

it didn’t stop people from noticing

whenever she was in that mood, staring out into space with a pensive look, hubert would ask, “my lady, are you alright?”

and she’d jolt back to her senses, replying with a “most certainly” before going back to her book

or petra would look on, quizzical at edelgard’s constant sighing, and say, “distraction by something, lady edelgard?”

“no,” she’d say after a moment’s pause. “it’s nothing. sorry, petra, what were you saying about practice?”

it was rather subtle, but the moments and slip ups compounded as the days went on, and the eagles were all worried about what was happening

they finally realized what it was during one of the house tournaments

usually, when the match was against the deer, edelgard would study her housemate’s every move, noting any mistakes and areas for improvement that she’d touch upon later

but when it was against the lions, their leader seemed almost…expectant?

even when the match was bernadetta vs. mercedes—and edelgard was taking careful consideration to make sure bernadetta got the encouragement she needed

her gaze would keep sliding over

so, following edelgard’s line of sight, they noticed she was looking at dimitri

dorothea gasped

caspar elbowed linhardt so hard he almost toppled over

hubert and petra blinked in realization

and ferdinand, disgusted, had a look on his face that said, ‘out of all the people she could have chosen, she chose him? seriously?’

but they watched in silence, eyes flitting back and forth between the two leaders

meanwhile, edelgard was unaware of what was going on behind her

and when bernadetta won, she stiffened as dimitri came over to relay his congratulations

he grinned, almost cheeky. “as expected from your members, edelgard. after all, they learn from the best”

she stared for a moment, a bubbly feeling rising up in her stomach, before she turned her gaze to the training grounds. “yes, quite. you’d best keep up lest you get left in the dust”

“of course. i suspect we’ll be training hard for the next few weeks.” he laughed and it was light, like cold air on a winter’s morning. “still, it’s no loss to lose to you”

her eyes flashed at that, ready to retort

was that an insult?

was he implying they were too insignificant to even be considered proper opponents?

but when she focused on him, she stopped, the argument dying on her lips

because once again, dimitri was staring at her with an earnestness that told her he had utmost faith in her abilities

again, he didn’t bother to hide the full extent of his feelings

but unlike the first time, it didn’t make her uncomfortable

instead, it made her feel…warm?

almost happy?

she softened, about to respond in kind when she realized what was happening

and she hardened her expression before clipping out, “then i suppose matches aren’t the only thing you’ll lose, if your pride has already slipped from you. farewell”

then she turned around, calling to her house to tell them they were leaving

(caspar almost screamed, “what are you doing?!” but linhardt clamped a hand over his mouth)

for the next few days, the eagles secretly monitored edelgard, noting the times when she stopped in her tracks to stare at something

or when her lips would twitch upwards

or when she’d look almost…longing

and they would find dimitri in the area

but whenever they tried to subtly talk about it—"so, have you been thinking about anyone lately?“—edelgard would look at them like she didn’t understand

finally, it dawned on them: he was her first crush

(ferdinand sighed and said it wasn’t worth the effort, but dorothea dragged him along anyway and told him it was for the greater good)

they began to be more overt, name dropping dimitri into conversations and saying good things about him

“he’s talented and smart. he gets top marks in his house, doesn’t he?”

“yeah. and he certainly doesn’t slack off in training”

“he’s also really considerate! just the other day, i saw him help someone who tripped and had all their books flying all over the place. when they tried to apologize to him, he said it was no trouble and even offered to carry some of their stuff to their next class”

“huh, he’s pretty cool”

edelgard would nod along, a smile playing on her face as she felt proud that people were acknowledging his strong qualities

one day, they asked back, “what do you think about him?”

and she stopped in her tracks, heart in staccato, as she simply said, “he’s much too nice for his own good”

too trusting

too honest

too expressive

she thought of his eyes, always crinkled at the corners when he looked at her

his voice, smooth and velvety, when he leaned over to speak in her ear

his awe, clear and evident, when he praised her for her hard work

it made her insides all warm and fuzzy, but she didn’t say that out loud

(it was hard for the others to really guess what she meant by that, though they supposed her wistful tone was answer enough)

and they continued upping their game so she could finally realize that she liked him as more than a friend

dorothea lent her some romance novels, making her listen to explanations of how wonderful it would be to fall in love, all the while ranting about the symptoms that edelgard herself had shown

“sneaking glances when you think they aren’t looking, holding your breath when they get too close to you, straightening your clothes when you see them at a distance—”

caspar would try to make her jealous by relaying gossip about the other people dimitri was close with

“his childhood friends must know a whole lot about him! do you think they have some embarrassing stories they can share?”

bernadetta, cooking way too many extra sweets, would say, “maybe you could give this to someone you know? there are too many to eat by myself…”

(edelgard shared it with the rest of her housemates first, then the professors, then claude, then dimitri, who gave her such a sweet smile in return that her skin turned warm)

(her housemates only shook their heads and sighed, but at least it was progress)

(and by this point, claude picked up the signals, sending the eagles a thumbs up in solidarity to tell them he’d do his part whenever he could)

it almost seemed hopeless, really, because edelgard just didn’t seem to understand her own feelings

but claude would have none of it

and instead of all the secretive mumbo jumbo, he went straight for the kill

“hey,” he whispered one day, after one of the interlord meetings, “do you like dimitri?”

she glanced at him, then the boy in question. her heart pattered at the word ‘like’. “of course i do. don’t you?”

“that’s not what i meant. i meant, you know—” he leaned in like he was going to tell her a secret, eyebrows wiggling all the while. “—romantically”

she almost choked. “what?”

the outburst caused dimitri to look at them, concerned, the question on his face asking, ‘are you okay?’

and she nodded at him, a bit embarrassed, before turning back to claude. “where did that come from?” she hissed under her breath

he chuckled. “don’t tell me you thought i didn’t notice. you sneak glances whenever you think he isn’t looking and you hang onto every word he says. it’s pretty obvious”

“what does that have to do with me liking him like…that?”

“um, because people who like someone act just like that? so you like him?”

“that’s…that’s nonsense”

he slung his arm over her shoulders. “oh come on, eddie—”

“don’t call me that”

“—i know you’re smarter than that. you’ve probably already figured it out but you just don’t want to admit it. ’course, i’d be bummed out myself if i found out i had a crush on our resident noodle boy—”

“don’t call him that”

he eyed her glare with amusement. “wow,” he chirped, “i knew it was bad, but i didn’t know it was this bad”

“is something the matter?” dimitri called from the other side. “the two of you have been whispering furiously to yourselves this past little while, and it’s showing no signs of stopping.” he frowned and tilted his head. “is it something i should know about?”

claude grinned. “yeah, definitely, we were talking about—”

“claude!”

“—the fine intricacies of human emotion. fascinating subject. very deep. the two of you should discuss it sometime”

then, with a wink and an exaggerated wave, he said “ciao!” and made a speedy getaway

whether it was because of the awkward conversation she just had or because of the fact that dimitri made his way to stand much too close to her, she couldn’t get the heat off of her face

“that was odd,” he said. “though to be fair, he’s always weird”

“quite,” she mumbled

he sent her a sheepish look. “i’ll apologize on his behalf”

“it’s not you who should be sorry. you don’t even know what you’re saying it for”

“yes, but it’s for the discomfort you felt. it’s not something i enjoy seeing on your face”

why was he so nice? claude’s words repeated over and over and over again

“thank you then.” she tried to keep her voice even. “i appreciate it”

he returned it with a soft smile. “it was the least i could do for you,” he told her, voice no louder than a murmur, and all she could do was curl her toes. “well, i best be going. i won’t be able to win against you if i idle around, yes?”

you don’t have to, she wanted to say. you could stay here with me

instead, she nodded. “of course.” and in spite of herself: “do try your best, dimitri, but i’m afraid the future is already set in stone”

it was playful, a rarity from her, and his eyes widened for a moment before he laughed. “then i suppose i’m unfortunate enough to attempt defying the fates.” he bowed, low, with only the deepest of respect in his stance. “until then, my lady”

when he left, her mind raced through all that had been said and done

from the moment she had laid eyes on him

to her growing fondness

to her housemate’s hints and claude’s words

to now, heart beating wildly against her chest

she couldn’t deny it any longer

she liked him

and for the first time in her life, within the quiet walls of a room she had all to herself

away from the eyes

away from the judgments

away from the adrestian throne

she let herself grin silly

a/n: dimitri is unknowingly smooth. but for everyone’s sake, do not tell him how smooth he is. because once you do, he becomes way too self-conscious about it and turns into a bumbling mess

[asks are open!]

#fire emblem three houses #fe16 #fe3h #edelgard von hresvelg #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #black eagles #claude von riegan #headcanons #asks #anon #prerelease

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Happy Holidays Brielle: Vol.5

Im still gonna finish this juicy ride regardless if it’s christmas or not lol

Erik and Brielle enjoy a sexy Christmas together in NYC

Warnings: FLUFFY and SMUTTY

Vol.1 Vol.2 Vol.3 Vol.4

DECEMBER 25th 2018: Christmas Day!!

I don't want a lot for Christmas There's just one thing I need I don't care about the presents Underneath the Christmas tree I just want you for my own More than you could ever know Make my wish come true All I want for Christmas Is you

Erik damn near shot up in Brielle’s bed out of his deep slumber, knocking his head against the headboard behind him. Loud barking from Muffin could be heard and then out of nowhere, the soft small frame of his brat hopping on him to straddle him excitedly caught him off guard.

Erik picks up one of her lavender silk pillows, throwing it over his face, crossing his arms over it to keep her from grabbing the pillow away.

“Come on Scrooge it’s Christmas!!!” Brielle wore a fitted Christmas onesie with a butt flap that read spank me under the mistletoe. She had antlers on her head as well, her Cartier bracelet shining and the gold of her name necklace shining as well. She had a big bright white smile plastered over her pouty lips, bouncing on Erik’s crotch to get a rouse out of him.

“Brie Brie give me like...five minutes.” Erik’s voice was like a chair scraping across a hardwood floor, all scratchy and groggy. She heard him sniffle a little, then letting out a groan.

“Erik, are you getting sick?!” She had a blinking expression on her face.

With that he removed the pillow, his dreads sticking up oddly and his eyes low. He rubbed at his nose with the palm of his hand rough before sniffling loudly, his broad nose reddened at the tip like Rudolph himself.

“You are aren’t you?!!” Brielle was bug eyed, like her eyes weren’t big enough as it is.

“Is that song on repeat?” He asked in annoyance, the song began playing again, causing Brielle to sing in his lap. She actually sounded pretty good, her tone was a little flat but all in all she sounded sweet and melodic.

“What you need is some cinnamon apple tea, and a nice hot breakfast.” She hopped off of him, slipping on her chestnut ugg slippers, pulling out a gift bag from her closet.

“Before I go whip us up something, why don’t you put on your first Christmas gift.” Brielle handed Erik the glittery bag with a mistletoe on it, some of the glitter getting on his bare chest.

“I’m not a fucking Christmas decoration Brie Brie I don’t want glitter on me.” With a stern expression etched across his face.

“What else would you like me to put on you then?” Erik looked over at her, watching as she wagged her eyebrows, casing him to laugh.

“You make me sick.” He responded playfully.

Erik pulls the red tissue paper out of the bag, finally staring down at the item within it.

“You serious?” He spoke languidly.

it was a red cotton onesie with a hood the fabric clearly having no room to breathe. On the back embroidered in gold was the outlining of a Jaguar with the eyes embroidered an emerald green.

“I figured we could match this morning for the holiday!” She was very very excited, jumping up and down, clapping her hands together.

“If I wear this, you at least gotta suck my dick first. My dick is..”

Erik lifted the covers back, showing off his solid erection that twitched against the fabric of his briefs.

“Stiff as a fucking rock.”

She nibbles on her lip, her thighs coming together to control the flutter she felt in her pussy.

“You would make me get on my knees on this wonderful holiday.” Brielle didn’t think twice as she got down on all fours, crawling towards Erik with those cute antlers on her head and her eyes sultry.

She yanked the rest of the blanket back from his body, kissing his thighs with those protruding eyes on him, letting him know that she was in complete control of this and she wanted the dick.

“Santa you know I love sucking your dick, either way I would sucked it.” She was right, it didn’t matter if he wore the damn thing or not she was going to taste him over and over.

“Why don’t you grab your phone and record me while I suck it dry.” Erik reaches over to where he slept, grabbing his phone from under the pillow, swiping left to pull up his camera. She didn’t feel like waiting until he was ready either, automatically sucking him up, allowing her spit to drool down with every stroke of her mouth and suction from her pouty lips. Brielle pops her mouth off as she stares into that camera, her eyes never leaving, a small smile gracing her lips.

“You ain’t scared huh?” Spoke Erik low.

“How can I be afraid when I got this good dick in my mouth.” She gives the underside of his dick a flick of her tongue earning a jerk of his hips. She repeated the same action, a hiss escaping his mouth.

“You like it when I lick the tip?” She licked slow, then kissed it.

“I know it’s your absolute favorite.” She talked into that camera so innocently it rendered Erik speechless, the HD view he was provided with had him loss for words and all he could do was sit there open mouthed, his eyes unblinking as he recorded his little helper.

She used the topside of her tongue to give him long licks, the surface of her taste buds adding texture to her technique. The fact that she took her time with stimulation while sucking him off had him begging her to keep going and to never stop without words, because his body did the talking for him.

“I aim to please my man. I love this good dick in my dirty little mouth.” Erik nods his head in agreement, bottom lip red and swollen from the assault of his teeth.

“I bet you ain’t never have a chick suck it like I do…can they do this?” Brielle lowered her entire mouth over the dick and she started clenching and unclenching the inside of her jaws, the flesh from the corners of her mouth squeezing him repeatedly, spit spilling out and to his pelvis each time. Erik reaches out to hold her in place, his eyebrows pinched and his mouth agape.

She hummed over him, the vibration making him flex his abs.

Brielle lifts for air, smiling up at Erik with a wink of her eye.

“Never had that shit have you Daddy?” Erik shakes his head no. Brielle strokes his dripping wet dick, the sound similar to the sound of churning butter.

Brielle takes both of her hands, moving them in a grinding motion.

“I’ll show you what you’ve been missing Daddy, I’ll show you what your friends wish they had.” She started off kissing his tip again, dragging it out so she could relish in the sweet beautiful agony of his body squirming. With her one hand stroking, she trailed kisses down to his balls, her lips feather like, and when she drew back it always left a perfect suction. Erik’s head went back and the phone in his hand shook a little. She went back to grinding her hands over him, her mouth latched to his dick now, sucking perfectly. It was so damn wet, the more she sucked the more spit produced.

She opened her lips slightly to gently squeeze the top of his penis, then she went in for the kill and began deep throating him. It was like the back of her throat was a bottomless pit, no gagging, no choking, just long strokes with her mouth like he was stroking her pussy.

“That’s it baby work it, suck it.” Erik just started instructing his Bratty Brie.

“There you go baby, there you go give daddy that mouth. Give me that FUCKING MOUTH.”

She popped her mouth off of him.

“Give you this throat daddy?”

“Yeah gimmie that shit like I said.”

She licked and kissed his dick.

“You gonna take it from me?”

“Fuck yes.”

She strokes him, batting her eyes in the camera.

“Then fuck this mouth like you tryna rob me.”

She lowered back over him deep, watching as Erik’s hands came to grip her by her antlers, flexing up into her mouth repeatedly. You could hear the gurgling and he could feel the tip of his dick stroke the inside of her cheek. She then made an “O” shape with her lips, making it as tight as possible, applying pressure around his penis.

“Keep doing that and watch me paint the back of your throat, how ever deep that might be.”

She used her head as movement only, bobbing up and down first only on his tip, and now taking the entire length of him. Erik shook his head in blissful agony, his hands now gripping the sheets on her bed bringing the fabric rough between his fingers as he fucked up into her mouth while she bobbed that pretty little head.

“Ain’t no way another chick can suck it like you do!” He spoke that through clenched teeth.

“You dirty bitch.” The feeling alone made him want to call her his nasty, slutty, filthy little bitch.

She popped her mouth off again, stroking his chocolate stick.

“That’s all I am? Just a dirty little bitch? Nothing else?” She sunk back over him then.

“Now that you mention it you a nasty little slut too.” The dirty talk alone made her keep going.

“Your mouth is a filthy wet hole that I could fuck for hours.”

Erik was close and the closer he became, the more his voice wavered, stumbling over his words.

“You-you tryna make daddy cum my little….” he couldn’t even finish, the feeling too much to handle.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck…” he began shaking, his balls tightened, and his eyes squeezed shut.

“YEAH!!” And with that he fell back onto the bed, his body jerking as his hips bucked into her mouth. He came alright, but Brielle wasn’t finished.

“Damn Brie Brie!” Erik lifts up on his elbows watching her work it up again.

“You not playing are you?” He had a look of disbelief.

She didn’t respond as her mouth kept on going, still deep, still wet, still tight.

“You deserve all the gifts and all the kisses and all the hugs..” Erik started petting her hair, a moan escaping his mouth every single time. It sounded desperate, like he was defeated, like he was crying out for her to keep going. It was the sexiest thing she heard from a man, especially Erik because he let it all go, no restraints, no shame, no embarrassment like most men feel. This was a great way to kick start her Christmas.

“You plan on cumming again for me Daddy?”

Erik simply nodded his head yes with the most innocent expression, his lip between his teeth, his eyebrows worried, his eyes low and fluttery. Brielle simply stroked him, kissing his tip each time earning more moans. She couldn’t get over this shit.

“Keep going baby?”

“Yes.” He moaned out.

“Kiss it good baby?” Brielle was supper wet and she felt her belly tighten. Was she?

“Yesss oh my fucking goddddd” He dragged that out long and urgent.

“Daddy..” Brielle gasps, feeling her liquid pool within her onesie. She lifts frantically, unzipping her onesie, hand dipping into her red boy shorts finally finding her swollen clit and pedals soaked in honey. She kneels back down, sucking and licking on Erik again with her fingers in her pussy stroking her g spot. Erik could hear her pussy all the way on the bed and her tongue was doing dangerous things to his balls and his shaft.

“Daddy cum with me.” Brielle was in complete shock. She was on the verge of cumming in her onesie from sucking Erik’s dick alone. She had to finish herself off, and the more she strokes, the more her stomach turned to knots and the more she could see herself making a mess on her carpet.

“Ah, fuck girl you got a nigga cumming again.” Erik couldn’t take his eyes off the sight of her moaning around his dick and the frantic way her fingers moved in and out of her pussy. He reached out his shaking fingers to stroke her face, her perfectly beautiful chocolate face before practically shouting, cumming down her throat so rough and thick it had her choking for the first time since she started sucking him off. Brielle’s legs clamped shut, her eyes squeezing closed as her fingers sloppily pumped into her pussy, releasing her cum all over her fingers and down her wrist.

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“Cinnamon French toast with honey and brown sugar butter, scrambled eggs with cheddar, and smoked sausage!” Brielle pulled out her fancy Noritake Crestwood Gold Rimmed Dining Set, plating the French toast in layers, powder sugar flakes littering the sweet treat and a small dish with perfectly whipped honey brown sugar butter. The eggs were oozing cheese and the smoked sausage had a maple glaze that was baked into it from the oven. Erik sat at her kitchen island, his onesie on with the hood up, those bright brown eyes eager and those long lashes sweeping the tops of his lids. He took small sips from his cinnamon apple tea, licking his lips because he loved the sweet tang of it. He could watch her operate in the kitchen with each meal of the day. She moved around with grace, she took her time with the food like it was a new born child.

You could tell she had a passion and precision with cooking like she did with designing clothes. She sang along to Donny Hathaway’s version of This Christmas. Erik even song along with her a little, meeting her pretty wide brown eyes each time she caught him singing.

“I hear you over there Mr.”

Erik shrugs.

“What can I say I’m in the Christmas spirit, first Christmas in a long time really.”

Brielle sat his plate in front of him with his butter knife and fork, walking around with hers to sit next to him.

“Can you…I mean, if it’s not a problem...I-I wanna know more about you. Who is Erik Stevens?”

Erik pauses on cutting into his French toast, meeting his brats gaze. It was sincere and curious.

“Wow. Um...yeah, I can tell you more.”

Erik adjusts his seat, clearing his throat before speaking.

“I honestly haven’t really been close with my wakandan family. It’s a lot of...hurt there...WAS a lot of hurt there and, after my father died years back I felt so much hate towards them you know?”

Brielle couldn’t respond in words, so she nods, making sure that she held Erik’s gaze. She knew he was a man of many mysteries like the Davinci Code but she also wanted him to know that he could trust her with this information.

“He was killed, and it’s wrapped up in my family...and I let that ride with me up until two years ago. I told you...what I’ve done.” Brielle lets out a breath, gripping Erik’s hand, rubbing soothing circles over it.

“And I’m sorry I went about it that way.”

“Don’t apologize.” She hushes him. Erik gives her a half smirk before clearing his throat to speak again.

“I was born N’Jadaka Udaku, not Erik Stevens. N’Jadaka, I don’t really know that nigga well.” He chuckles a little causing her to do the same.

“But, I’m a prince...and I’ve convinced myself that I should give that a try, but I’m cool with being Erik Stevens; Killmonger.”

Brielle raised a single arched brow at him.

“Killmonger huh?” Saying that brought back memories to when he told her about killing people.

“Yeah, I know Killmonger is a savage but, that’s a part of me.” She could really see his heart in his words.

“Well, I’m sorry about your father…”

“N’Jobu.” He clarifies.

“I’m sure N’Jobu is proud of his son… and your mom too right?”

Erik gives a half shrug, turning to grab his mug. Brielle noticed the shift in his mood a little.

“Oh, E...I’m so sorry babe.” She grabs his face, watching as his eyes flicked downward into his lap. He jerks a little lifting his head with a rapid blink of his captivating eyes.

“Family man...that shit can be a trip.” He looks at her leaning in to peck her soft cheek.

“You pulling at my heartstrings girl stop making me feel soft.” Erik nudges her, earning a glare.

“Why don’t you eat your food Mr Softy.” Erik laughs an addictive laugh, finally cutting into his French toast, dipping it into the whipped butter and taking no time to put it into his mouth. Brielle took notice at how he would eat his food off his fork with the utensil backwards.

Erik chews, and the more he chewed, the slower it became. He closed his eyes, opening them to take another stab at the sweet toast, dipping it, and bringing it back to his mouth. He let out a soothing breath as if meditating and the sight alone had Brielle forgetting her own plate.

“Lately I’ve been really taking the time to appreciate my food and savoring that shit.” Brielle was in awe of this man, this aristocratic man.

“And when I do that now, it makes me build memories off of the food I’ve tried and it makes my taste buds form those memories you know what I’m saying?” He scrapes his tongue over his teeth.

“You cooked the HELL out of that French toast baby.” She loved the way he called her baby, his little bratty baby.

“It’s so fucking good Brie Brie mm.” She blushes hard, her hand coming up to cover her mouth, trying to control it. In between her eating she took glances at him sampling the eggs and sausage, a hum of approval escaping every time, she hitched a breath at the way he took is pointer finger and sometimes his pinky to smear along the surface of the expensive chinaware, sucking on the digits causing his dimples to appear. His plate was completely clean.

“I only do that when I’ve been served up a meal to remember.” He said in finality, reaching over to grab a second serving.

After the breakfast to remember, Brielle and Erik sat on the plush carpet of her living room in front of her white Christmas tree with her fancy glass Christmas ornaments and gold star on top of her tree.The European style wall mount electric fireplace made them feel warm and cozy. Muffin was perched on her chocolate velvet Wentworth Tufted Dog Bed, a cute Christmas reef collar around her neck and her fur perfectly groomed.

Brielle made Erik a personal Christmas stocking that was of suede ivory with his name embroidered in gold. She begged him to wear his Santa hat again, snapping pictures of him on her phone, at first to his annoyance but then the goof ball surfaced, providing her with pics of his tongue out.

Brielle seemed to have two for Erik under her Christmas tree that he didn’t ignore, his interest peaked. She insisted that he accept her gifts without a debate.

“I can spend money on you too Mr. Don’t argue with me.”

She pointed a warning finger to him.

“Alright mama!” Erik held up his hands in surrender.

She smiles, picking up a small white box with silver trimming, handing it over to him. She looked dreamy and ecstatic as she sat up on her knees. Erik runs his fingers over the surface of the box, gazing at it intently, before finally lifting the lid, his eyes staring down in disbelief.

“You...” that was all he said, his pouty full bottom lip hanging and his eyes searching.

It was 18 CT gold, with champagne color and black dial, oysterflex bracelet with 4130 movement; a self-winding mechanical chronograph movement.

“Brielle.” That’s all he said, that lady-killer smile creeping up.

It was a Comograph Daytona Rolex watch. It came with a fancy note that Erik read allowed.

“The Cosmograph Daytona, introduced in 1963, was designed to meet the demands of professional racing drivers. An icon eternally joined in name and function to the high-performance world of motor sport. Fifty years after its creation, the Cosmograph Daytona remains in a class of its own among sport chronographs.” He read it in a sort of whisper, Brielle encapsulated by his words like a model ship in a bottle.

Erik turned the watch around, seeing his name engraved into the shining gold, along with a small passage. He peered over at Brielle, watching the apples of her cheeks pop, those beautiful eyes edging him on further.

Erik squinted closely to read the passage, assuming he wanted her to read that allowed as well.

The bold, daring, intellectual, charming.

The elegant man, the brave man-my man.

As you watch the hands of this edgy watch tick,

I want you to be reminded that every time spent

With you is worth many more. With Love, Happy Holidays Erik.

What he didn’t expect was that. Erik met her blazing eyes again, his thumb running over the engraved gold of his brand new Rolex.

“You are really something special aren’t you girl?” Erik gripped her chin, and as if a shadow had been casted over them both, her face was close to his and the sweet smell of maple could be distinguished on her breath, and then her tongue was in his mouth, all but overpowering his senses. Erik finally breaks the intense kiss, speaking directly over her lips with a sensual whisper that heightened her senses.

“Thank you so much beautiful.” She could feel her pulse jump. Erik takes in her flustered dreamy look before picking up his second gift, a large box of the same design. He opened the box to find sneakers, but they were definitely special edition for the occasion. It was a pair of Nike Air Force 1 Premium Winter in brown/black with sherpa fabric lining that keeps your feet warm, reimagining the iconic hoops shoe.

His smile is plastered so wide it even causes Brielle to smile. She saw the way the happiness in his eyes danced as he stared down at the edgy shoe.

“Not only is it a Nike shoe, it’s perfect for this sub zero ass weather y’all New Yorkers are so used to.” Erik went to try it on, loving the fit already and the way it made his toes feel.

“I don’t know how many times I can say thank you for you to understand..”

“Once is enough big head.” Brielle teases.

Erik finally puts his gifts back under the tree, pulling out just one from underneath in a small gift bag with pretty metallic colors that reminded you of the tropics.

Brielle takes the bag, a groan ready to escape but Erik places a single finger to her mouth.

“Hush little brat don’t say a word.” She nibbled on his finger. Brielle removes the tissue paper, eyes looking down at a necklace lined with garnet gemstones, a little galaxy or sky of some sort hanging on the end of it encased in a single teardrop diamond. Brielle held it up, her hand being used to hold up the end of the jewel to get a better look. Within it, it looked like a sunset, or maybe a sunrise swirling like it was coming to life. She just stared. And the more she did that, the more she became drawn to it.

“It’s the Wakandan Sunset in that diamond.” Erik explains.

“When I was away within those 22 days I took time to fly out to Wakanda, to have this made for you.”

Brielle didn’t respond as her chocolate irises reflected the many swirling colors of that sunset.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” Erik asked as his lips softly pecked her cheek down to her neck.

“This is truly a paradise Erik. I hope you plan on taking me there someday.”

“You don’t even gotta ask Brie Brie.” Erik would take her there in a heartbeat, that was no problem. He finally takes the necklace from her, instructing for her to lift her hair, as he crawled behind her on his knees, placing the necklace around her neck, securing it tightly. Erik loved the contrast of color against her mahogany skin, hell he loved every color on her skin.

Brielle looks up from her seated position to see her mistletoe hanging proudly and almost glistening from the glitter.

“I deserve a do over Stevens!” Erik watched as she pointed to the ceiling to see the festive plant hanging. He had to laugh at that one.

“Yeah you earned it girl, C’mere.” She turns to straddle his lap, eyes closed for sensory purposes, the only thing felt was the tickle of his breath on her skin and the soft pads of his thumbs over her cheeks. The sound of the Christmas playlist in the background could be heard faintly now, even the soft breathing of Muffin. She could feel warmth from his body heat grow closer and closer as she assumed it was him taking his time to asses her before sweeping her off her feet with just his divine lips. He was gentle and careful and the rapid breathing from her was persistent.

He kisses her jaw line first, soft and delicate, earning a lip bite. Instead of him retracting his lips from her face, he simply trails the moist flesh along the surface of her jaw all the way up to her cheek where he gave her yielding kisses that felt shy almost, teasing his brat. It sent goosebumps over her flesh when he kissed the side of her mouth, barely touching her lips. She encourages him with a gasp, the tickle of his moisturized lips slowly feasting the sides of her mouth, before finally consuming her deep, the pressure guaranteed to leave a bruise in its wake. She spread her lips and accepted the dip of his sweet tongue into her mouth, the appendage swirling hers releasing the taste of that butter from breakfast. That kiss could shatter her, it was the best kiss she received from him thus far, and it was the perfect do over under that mistletoe.

Erik felt her body go limp against his, gently leading her to the carpeted floor as his lips ravished hers and his tongue practically drowned her mouth.

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Erik got dressed in his Champion reverse weave pullover sweatshirt in green with matching joggers. On his feet he work his new shoes from Brielle and the Rolex on his wrist. To keep him even more warm, he put on his Northface Retro Nuptse puffer coat in brown, with a matching brown custom made 47’ Brand New York Yankees ribbed beanie.

Brielle simply wore a vintage Juicy Couture velour tracksuit in a baby blue color with Juicy Couture spelled out on the back of her pants with rhinestones. She wore a pair of Timberlands in all white, with her hair swept into a tight bun at the nape of her neck with a side part and baby hairs. She wore a Lacoste puffer jacket in the colors white and light blue, white earmuffs over her ears with matching mittens. She was ADORABLE and Erik couldn’t keep his brown eyes off his girl.

Today was going to be a daring day for him to start, Brielle was taking him to the Wollman Rink in Central Park to go ice skating. Brielle had the cutest white skates that she had to break in a few times, and Erik would have to settle for a used pair at the rink. They both would have loved to take the new car Erik purchased for her but decided against it for later when it was dinner time.

Brielle’s personal driver let them out at the entrance to the park because Brielle wanted to enjoy a walk with her man and show him around. Erik had never taken the time to appreciate Central Park the many times he has been to NYC. They both visited the Conservatory Water, the bow bridge with cups of salted Caramel hot cocoa in their hands, sharing a kiss here and there. Erik recorded Brielle on the Boomerang app from his phone as she danced around the Bethesda Fountain playfully. All of those events finally led up to them arriving at the Wollman Rink, the crowd pretty large on this perfect Christmas morning.

“Ice skating in Central Park is one of the most picturesque activities. It’s better at night but we can do that another time.” Brielle was very much looking forward to this, but Erik felt differently.

“Now listen Brie Brie, I’m gonna let yo ass know now that I don’t know a damn thing about ice skating.” Erik and Brielle sat on a bench next to the rink, removing their shoes.

“I would assume so you’re from Cali.” She leans over to tie a perfect bow in her crisp white skates.

“Yeah, so if I go out on this rink and buss my fucking ass I’m blaming you aight?” Brielle rolls her eyes at Erik’s dramatic ass.

“Have you ever roller blade before?”

“Yeah when I was a kid.”

“Okay so, it’s like that except for it’s on ice not concrete.”

“SLIPPERY ice with BLADES not wheels.” Brielle lets out a breath of cold air, turning to Erik then, her hands on his, rubbing them since he decided not to wear gloves.

“E, I got you okay?! I’m not gonna let you fall face first on that ice and crack your skull open.” Erik did a double take at her, causing her to nibble on the side of her lip to stifle a laugh.

He squinted his eyes in suspicion.

“You sure you won’t let go of my fucking hand?”

“Yes.”

“You promise? cuz I would hate to have to punish you later for that.”

“Calm down E.” Brielle stands now on her skates, putting out both her hands for Erik to hold. He grabs them with caution, his eyes on his feet in those skates as he lifts from the bench, finally standing. They stand like that for a second, Erik’s face a little sour.

“Now all we gotta do is walk to the rink, and we are there. Okay?” Erik nods his head, meeting Brielle’s amused face.

“This shit ain’t funny Brielle.”

Brielle starts walking, her hand right in Erik’s as she watched him take tentative steps. He didn’t wobble or anything which was a good thing, but his eyes could not stay away from his feet. Finally at the entrance to the rink, Erik braces himself on the edge, letting go of Brielle’s hand, watching as his girl enters the rink with her right foot first, cascading over the ice with precision before turning back to stand in front of Erik. He had his eyebrow raised with shock, mouth parted with a continuous brisk air escaping.

“Let me guess, you took up skating lessons or some shit?”

Brielle simply smiles, giving him a wink before motioning for him to enter.

“Give me like...one minute Brie Brie.” The tip of his nose was so crimson, and his eyes slightly watered from the bite of cold air.

“E how else will you get over this fear?”

He scanned her face, closing his eyes slow before clapping his hands together, stepping around the wall to enter. The first look at him entering made her want to squeeze him from how adorable it was. Who would have thought a man like Erik Stevens would be afraid to ice skate? She was happy she got the opportunity to see this memorable side of him. He still braces himself on the wall, moving his feet back and forth to test the ice.

“Babe, the surface isn’t gonna get less slippery.”

He even had to laugh at that himself. Brielle skates closer, grabbing his hands from the wall, skating backward towards the center. Erik’s left foot slipped forward in surprise causing a string of curses to escape his mouth.

“Shit shit shit shit I was about to buss my fucking ass! Hold my hands tighter.” Brielle squeezes his hands for dear life as he concentrated on getting comfortable on the skates. After about three minutes of skating in a circle with their hands together, Erik went from looking at his feet, to looking at her, his movements forgotten. That gave Brielle the opportunity to let go of his hand, and allow him to have a little more independence. Erik seemed to like that too because he didn’t object.

Both of them started around the circle then, slowing down from time to time whenever Erik felt like he was going too fast. After about four laps around the rink, to Brielle’s surprise Erik was skating alone without her, ahead of her with his hands in his pockets, picking up speed. Brielle built momentum, crouching behind him to squeeze his booty. He actually squeals a little causing her to stumble before correcting herself with grace like it never happened.

“Don’t go grabbing my booty tryna trip me up!!!” If there was any snow he would definitely chuck a snowball in her face. Brielle skates ahead of him then, twirling a little, her movements mesmerizing as she skates around people with ease. Erik could watch her do that all damn day, he was in so much of a trance that he didn’t realize his impending doom straight ahead. Brielle did though, as she spun back in his direction, her hand coming to her mouth in shock as she watched Erik hit the wall on the side of the rink, falling back on his ass.

A few of the skaters who worked the rink approached him, mostly all women of course. Brielle skates over, crouching down before one of the women did to help him up.

“It’s cool I’ll take it from here, thanks.” Brielle gave her a dry smile before helping Erik up, his legs like spaghetti at first but finally, he was up and perched on the wall.

“Erik you good?” Brielle brushed the back of his pants off, pieces of ice sticking to the fabric.

“Remind me to never get caught up in a fucking trance when I look at you ice skate EVER AGAIN.” He waves her away, walking on his skates slow to the exit of the rink, his hand coming down to his butt.

“When we get back to my place I’ll give you a nice booty massage, how's that sound?” They both took off their skates, finally lacing up their shoes.

“A booty rub and a hot bath.” Brielle couldn’t lie about that.

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Brielle sat on her sofa with her laptop, wearing a black fishnet chemise with lace trimming, a black g-string on and a pair of reading glasses. She had her hair out of her bun now and in wet curls from washing it in the shower while Erik was on an important call. She could hear him speaking a foreign language so she only assumed that he was speaking to his wakandan family.

Brielle bit into her glazed doughnut, checking her work emails to see if any new clients came through or if she had a booking from a celebrity for a stylist. So far, she had one offer that she approved, but that wasn’t until March. The sound of the continuous water hitting the water repellent and stain resistant glass of her shower doors, caused her to close her eyes and listen. She wanted to hear what sounds he made when he took a shower, and so far nothing could be heard. Brielle put this little lingerie on to hopefully get a taste of her man when he was finished, but now she wanted to save that for later on.

Brielle closes her laptop, lifting from the couch, removing every piece of that lingerie as she walked towards her master bedroom. The closer she walked, the more she began smelling a warm, creamy yet woodsy scent. She walks around her bed, finally standing in the doorway of the bathroom, watching the foggy image of Erik as he scrubbed at his hair, with his back facing her, his ample body coated from head to toe in that dripping water, brazen and desirable. She tiptoes over to him, finally pressing her body firm against the hot glass. Erik still hadn’t been aware of her presence, his head now under the detachable shower head hanging low, his arms bracing the wall as the water spilled down and over his dreads. This man was enticing, fascinating, gamy, hot, inviting...the list goes on.

Erik turns his head under the water, finally opening his eyes to meet the foggy image of a naked Brielle pressed firm against the shower in need. Erik strokes his wet hair back, walking up to that very shower door, pressing his body firm against the glass giving her a full proof view of every muscle. He wipes away the fog from the glass, finally staring down at his juicy, lascivious brat.

“You need something from me?” His voice vibrates off the shower walls.

“Let me in, I want you to make me cum.” She was blunt.

She could see that blurred smile behind the glass, finally watching as he pushes the glass door open, allowing her access. Brielle didn’t think twice as she enters, the change in temperature making her skin sensitive. Erik took no time to push her down on the edge of the tub, his dick in her face. Erik turns to grab the shower head, kneeling down in front of Brielle’s wide open legs, changing the water pressure. His playful promiscuous eyes fell on hers.

“Since you wanna cum so much I’m assuming you wouldn’t mind if I use this plus my tongue?” Brielle shivers.

“Not at all Daddy.” Brielle held her legs back, wet curly hair sticking to the wall and pussy open and wet. Erik took no time to put the water on her clit right along with his tongue, causing her to jerk her hips, causing Erik’s tongue to swipe her clit. The water pressure was too much already, making her clit grow harder and harder, his face getting wet and the water dripping off his lips and tongue. She could only moan and endure it, because it’s what she wanted.

“You better cum good too since you want it so bad.” Erik started alternating between sucking her clit and inner lips and placing intense pressure from the shower head on her clit.

“Your pussy mixed with this water mmmmm.” Brielle gripped Erik’s silky dreads, moving his head over her clit before he lifts to add water. She lowers his head to stick his tongue in her while the water hit her clit in the best way. She was about to cum but the pressure was addictive and she didn’t want to warn him.

“Aaaaaahhhh!!!” She moans out, Erik’s entire mouth on her now. He drops the water his mouth sucking up all her goodies like he was giving her one big sloppy kiss. She hoped that he wouldn’t cause her to fall onto the floor of the shower. She grabs his hair again, moving his mouth over her with a constant moan, her thighs shaking.

“Yes take this pussy..” her head drops.

Before she could cum, Erik lifts up gripping his dick at the base.

“I need to feel it real quick baby, just let me feel that shit.” Erik waits for no objection, sliding his dick into her pussy, fucking her right away. He didn’t come to play clearly, each stroke growing harder and harder each time he entered her. The water from the tips of his dreads fell onto her face, and each time their body crashed water bounced off of their bodies. His body began to slide so he picks up his brat, placing her against the shower wall as he fucked her. She rubs at the back of his head, her nails scraping over his smooth fade, before coming up to run her fingers in his dreads.

Tongues flicked, lips battled, eyes blazed, it was the best quickie she could ask for.

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Finally dressed in her denim tunic with the back cut deep and buttoned in the front, her Gucci Lisa GG Canvas Knee Boots on with her hair in a defined wash and go. Erik stood at her vanity rubbing some men’s Shea Moisture twist and lock cream scented with African black soap and tea tree oil through his hair. He then finished off with applying some beard balm from the same brand to his mustache and beard, the smell of maracuja oil and Shea butter wafting her nose. Erik wore a Banana republic cream colored sweater with light wash drop crotch jeans, his Christmas shoes on his feet and gold pinky rings with his signature gold chain and gold slugs. He looked amazing and tempting, deciding to put on her sherpa fur coat to distract her.

The ride over was quiet, and Brielle could tell that Erik was a bit nervous by the way he kept giving her small smirks and the tight grip he placed on her upper thigh. She leans over to kiss him, rubbing at his dimpled cheek to calm him.

They finally pulled up to 47 Bell point Drive in Brooklyn NY, the Luxury colonial house already inviting. Erik slips out the drivers side, opening Brielle’s door, helping her out. She could since the jittery nature of him and she didn’t want her Erik to feel like that.

“Hey, YOU.” She points at his sturdy chest, a stern look on her face, and Erik’s brown eyes meeting her brown with an unsure look.

“Relax, okay? It’s just a family dinner. Expect the nosey, pushy family. But you will definitely be welcomed and I wouldn’t have brought you here if I didn’t think otherwise.”

She playfully grips his chin, causing him to push her hand away.

“I got this, I’m cool. Just, make sure I don’t say TOO MUCH. My family already think I have no filter.”

“You don’t though.” Erik was ready to retort but Brielle grabs his hand, leading him to her old home.

As soon as that door opened, the smell of corn bread, ham, roast, sweet potatoes with brown sugar, collard greens mixed with kale, Mac and cheese, gravy with mashed potatoes, and so much more filled the air. The chatter of her family in the living room could be heard along with Luther Vandross a Merry Little Christmas playing on her moms beats pill she gifted her last Christmas. Brielle and Erik finally enter, shouts, hollers, screams, cheers, and laughter acknowledging her presence.

“MERRY CHRISTMAS BRIELLE!”

“Yay! Brielle is here!”

“Hey little cuz.”

“Come give auntie a hug!!”

“We miss you so much!!”

“How is everything?!”

“You look so beautiful!!”

Everyone talked at once and she couldn’t answer them all. Erik staggered behind, the gift bags in hand before placing them under the Christmas tree that reached the ceiling. As the overwhelming greeting settled, everyone looked over at Erik.

“And Who is this?” Brielle’s mom asks, pointing at Erik with a hand on her hip. Her sisters Justine and Onika giggles behind glasses of wine, and her grandmother smiles at him softly, while her grandfather looks at him sternly.

“Everyone, this is my boyfriend Erik.” She intertwines her fingers with his, watching as he waves hello, that vivacious grin across his lips.

“That’s all you can do is wave boy? You mute or something?!” Her mother says with sass that causes everyone to go quiet.

Brielle could use a good hide right now, but Erik simply chuckles.

“I see where she gets her sass from, I like a women with sass.” He steps forward, his arms open for a hug.

“Merry Christmas Mrs. Johnson.” Her mother actually blushes, walking up to Erik with a laugh before actually kissing his cheek.

“You’re the first of her boyfriends to say that! a man who can handle a women with attitude.” All the women giggled, including her own grandmother.

Erik walks around the room to hug everyone, her Aunt Diana hugging him a little long, her nose buried in his sweater. He shakes her Grandfather's hand, and her father as he comes up from his man cave dawned in Giants gear. Brielle could breath now, Erik really had a good impression so far on her family.

Everyone decided to do gift exchange first, and to Brielle’s surprise, Erik bought her mom and grandma Tiffany Victoria lin bracelets in platinum with diamonds, and her sisters with Return to Tiffany Mini Heart Tag Earrings in 18k white gold with diamonds. They shouted, shocked faces and many generous “thank you’s” hugging him tight, and kissing his face. Brielle could cry at that, she didn’t think he would go out of his way to buy them a gift as well, but then again Erik did ALOT for her alone. He was a man full of surprises.

Dinner was ready and everyone crowded around the family table that overlooked the round ceiling to floor windows that resided there. The night sky mixed with snow flurries was the perfect background for dinner. Her grandma gave her blessing to the food, and then everyone began filling their bellies. Erik was the special guest there besides a few others, but EVERYONE were checking for Erik’s approval.

“How’s the roast Erik? I cooked it in the crock pot this year with homemade gravy.”

He sampled it, licking his lips causing her mom to rest her chin on her intertwined fingers, smiling.

“Tender, moist, and savory Mrs. Johnson.” Her happiness flourished.

“You like my Mac and cheese? My sister kept telling me to add more cheese.” Justine asks. Erik samples that, clapping his hands together with a nod of his head.

“Mmm! It’s so good I can taste all the different cheeses in there.” Justine giggles.

How’s the greens baby? Not too spicy?” Her grandma chimes in.

“I like spicy, did you use Cajun seasoning? A little Cayenne?” Her grandma smiles that signature smile when she’s impressed.

“Those greens, my Father used to make for me when I was a little girl, it’s a family spice recipe.”

Straight after dinner comes sweet potato pie, rum cake, ice cream, pecan pie, and many other sweet treats. The rum cake was Erik’s favorite, eating four pieces before calling it quits.

It was drinking time and more family came over to join in, alcohol of all sorts being past around, drunk uno, spades, and the music switching over to hip hop. The Giants won so Brielle’s father wasn’t picky with the music that her older cousin Derek decided to mix. Erik stole glances at Brielle from his place on the couch between some of her family members, sipping on a little jungle juice mixture he had the pleasure of making. The wide open cut of the denim tunic gave him a clear view of the deep arch of her back and the dimples right above her bubble booty that he loved to nibble. The way her thighs looked covered in those Gucci boots made him want to fuck her with them on.

If watching her was an aphrodisiac Erik wouldn’t mind one fucking bit. He could tell his little brat was getting drunk from the way she fanned herself and the clumsy manner of her filling her drink cup, spilling some down her hand causing her to suck it up quickly. Her hair must have been annoying her then, because she kept flipping it out of her face to one side of her head, giving him a clear view of her delicate neck. Erik had to bite on the rim of his cup to control the growl, his legs swinging to put a damper on his erection. She tilts her head back, finishing off her drink before grabbing her Gucci shoulder bag, walking out the room and up the stairs. Erik’s eyes followed every single step she took.

Brielle shakes the water from her hands, turning to grab a paper towel because her mom didn’t like people to use her decorative towels. She opens her Gucci bag, pulling out her Fenty Beauty Gloss Bomb in the color Diamond Milk-Shimmering Pearl. After that she fluffs her curly fro, profiling in the mirror a little before turning finally to open the bathroom door, finding her sinuous, salacious boyfriend right there as if to surprise her.

“So what, you following me Daddy?” She looked up at him through her lashes.

“You didn’t think I would notice you eyeing me from that spot on the couch?”

She eyes him up and down, tilting her head.

“What makes you think I’m following you ?” He teases, bending over her in the door frame.

“What makes you think You’re not?” He didn’t have a response for that last bit.

“If I were to tell you I’m following you, what would you do about it?” He challenges.

She flips her curly hair over her shoulder, straightening her spine.

“What would you want me to do about it?”

Erik scuffs, licking his lips.

“The point of asking a question, is for you to fucking answer it. Don’t play with me Brie Brie.”

“Well what if I’d rather be defiant?” She whispers.

“Then that calls for me to punish you.” He whispers back.

She gave him an uneasy stare, feeling his hand on her back now, rubbing his fingertips into it before wrapping his arm around her waist, pulling her up and over his shoulder in one motion. She squeals low, her curly hair bouncing along his back and his greedy hands gripping and slapping her ass playfully. Now traveling down the dim lit hallway, Brielle starts to giggle attempting to guide Erik to her childhood room.

“It’s straight ahead, the last door on the right near the attic.” Erik turns left and right, almost making Brielle slam her face into the wall. They both laugh, Erik continuing down the hall, finally coming up on a door with butterfly stickers on the outside.

“How cute, I bet you were a hot little thing.”

“Had all the boys wanting to look up my uniform skirt.” Erik tried to imagine that image. He would have been all over Brielle back then just as much as he is now.

“I would have put my whole head under that fucking skirt.” Brielle snorts a laughter as Erik jiggles the door open, darkness ahead with the smell of a vanilla bean candle. Finally in her room, closing the door, Erik pulls Brielle down from his shoulder, flicking on her light switch to ignite the large space. It was a circular room with a window seat, a desk in the corner with a purple lamp that began collecting dust, little glittery stickers on it. Her walls were painted purple too, and there was an entire design wardrobe with different fabrics in it and a sewing machine. There was a lot to digest but the feeling of Brielle’s petite hand on the waist line of his pants dragging him to her bed made Erik snap out of it.

“So this is the chick who talked like she was ready for me?”

She didn’t waver from his gaze as she sat on her old bed Erik’s head leaning further towards hers. He kisses her jaw line, the pouty bottom lip of his hanging under her jaw, eyes closed.

“C’mon girl it’s just us two, show me that firecracker chick who wants me to take her.”

Brielle stands on her bed, pulling her tunic over her head to reveal just her lace g-string that she had on earlier, bare chest with hard nipples. Erik takes no time to pull his sweater over his head, slipping his bottoms off next with his dick standing at attention. He begins kissing her bare belly, tonguing her sweet skin. Brielle edges him on further, addicted to the texture of his tongue the way it raked over her hot flesh.

“Mmm, that shit feels good.” She whispers again, Erik trails upward now taking one of her nipples into his mouth, surprising her by slapping her ass, causing her to gasp, then giggle.

“I don’t want to hear a giggle I want to hear a cry.” Erik slaps her ass HARDER, causing her to clench her cheeks, whimpering now.

“That’s more like it, now I want you to SCREAM.” Brielle giggles again.

“Scream? Sorry daddy my family are down stairs try again.” Erik pulls down Brielle’s g-string, his girl lowering to the bed now, her legs wide with her hand rubbing at her pussy.

“When I put this dick in you, you’ll be screaming then.”

“I bet the fuck I won’t.” She wasn’t about to scream in her family home, not with her grandma downstairs.

Erik puts his mouth on Brielle’s pussy, holding her legs back to stop her from closing them. She leans up on her elbows, edging him on with her hips and silent moans escaping her lips.

“I don’t hear a moan Bratty Brie.” Erik twirls his tongue over her clit.

“Aaah, mmmm ooooo.” She moans in an undertone.

Erik takes his dick, rubbing it along her wet pussy, the sound of his harsh breath in her ears. Without a warning, Erik consumed her, watching Brielle cover her mouth with both her hands, Erik practically doing push ups in her pussy rough, the slapping of flesh loud against the walls with no restraint. Brielle has to bite the palm of her hand to control it, the head of Erik’s dick hitting her g-spot each and every time he entered her. She could feel pressure as if wanting to pee, and he knew that this angle made her squirt like crazy. She mumbles behind her hand shaking her head.

“What’s that? I can’t hear you I’m too busy stroking these tight ass walls you got.” Her toes curled against each other, legs shaking uncontrollably now before finally letting out a loud cry, the old comforter underneath her growing wet.

“Thought you said I wouldn’t make you cry?” He was definitely sexed up.

She spoke very softly, using only her breath and not her vocal cords.

“Fuck me, harderrr.” Erik gets on the bed then, pulling Brielle on top of him, straddling him. He pumps up into her body, watching her bounce, the bed creaking loudly now.

“You gonna get me in trouble daddy.” She’s audible now, hands over top of Erik’s as he grabs her breasts.

“You were a nasty little girl weren’t you? Sneaking niggas in here behind your mama's back?” Erik slaps her ass to get an answer out of her.

“Yess Daddy.” She bites her lip, grinding over his dick.

“You fuck em like this? Or were you too shy to get the dick?” Erik sticks his thumb into her mouth watching her suck it slow.

“I was a tease. They had to fight for the goods.” That was a true Brat response.

“I’m not gonna lie I wish it was me who got that pussy first back then.” Erik holds her hips in place, fucking up into her with savagery staring down at the way her pussy feasted on his dick. His hands couldn’t control themselves as they smacked and gripped and jiggled her ass. He loved her ass it seemed, his hands couldn’t stay away for a second.

“Say Daddy fuck my pussy please.”

“Daddy fuck my pussy, please?”

Erik causes the bed to slide, his movements so strong it had his dick practically slip out of her, causing her to put him back inside. He didn’t even allow her to remove her hand from his dick as he fucked her, Brielle face contorting before a tiny scream escapes her mouth with difficulty, cumming a second time.

“Say daddy cum inside me deep.”

Erik needed to be deeper, he picks his little brat up, bringing one of her legs over his shoulder while the other was around his waist, laying her flat on the bed again, pushing himself deep to the point where he felt her barrier.

“Daddy cum in me deep, please?”

They were both way past the point of quiet, the entire house could probably still hear them over the loud music from downstairs. Erik licked and sucked at her neck over and over, his nose imprinted into her skin with each stroke. His arms began to shake, and his back flexed as he thrust forward two more times so rough it caused tears to fall from her eyes, his body shivering while he emptied into her.

Erik’s breath finally becomes more leveled, his mouth coming up to kiss at her cheek, taking his teeth to nibble her there with a wrinkle of his perfect nose.

“You’re welcome.” He says all cocky.

“Thank you Santa.” She says with a roll of her eyes.

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It was 1:00am and the party still seemed to thrive, but that didn’t mean no one noticed their absence. The both of them enter the kitchen to get another drink and some pecan pie, Brielle’s grandma sitting at the kitchen island with a cigarette in her hand, a small glass of what looked like whiskey.

“Hey Grannyma I didn’t know you were in here.” Brielle shakes her curls, walking over to her grandma giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. Erik leans against the kitchen island, sipping his drink while Brielle made him and her a hefty slice of pie to share.

“I never knew my granddaughter to be such a little minx; a firecracker.”

Brielle slows her movements while cutting the pie, her eyes blinking in confusion at her grandmother’s topic of discussion.

“What made you…say that?” Brielle plates the pie, turning to make it back to the island with two forks, eyes on Erik now as he pauses with his cup to his lips.

“Well, you did get it from your mother, but where do you think she got it from child?” Brielle’s skin grew hot...did she?

“All I’m saying is, you have a handsome young man in your life, and I’m sure he is very much blessed in many other ways besides his looks. I heard you straight through the ceiling baby, you don’t remember your bedroom being directly over top of the kitchen?” Brielle’s eyes practically left her sockets, a hand coming up to cover her mouth and Erik now with a fist to his mouth to stop a laugh from coming.

“Omg-Grannyma I’m...I….shittttt.”

Her grandmother put up a hand to her, stopping her words.

“Do yourself a favor baby and stop while you're ahead. Why explain yourself? It’s just sex.” Erik and Brielle couldn’t believe their ears, watching as this women drinks the rest of her whisky, putting out her cigarette and lifting from the island with grace.“Now let's go enjoy the company, it’s still Christmas!!!!” She leaves but Brielle and Erik are frozen, that is until Erik finally lets out that laugh he had been holding in.

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