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miniteezez · 7 months

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By Your Side

C.Jongho x fem!reader

Synopsis: As ateez's 9th member, jongho makes it his job to look after you always.

Warnings: reader gets hurt, bad language, injury

Happy late birthday jongho!!!

Currently, you were on the final day of shooting for the 'Dont Stop' music video. Everyone had filmed their chunks of the video except for you and mingi. You two had a scene of being thrown out of a car.

"Now then. This has to be done very carefully ok? Renea are you OK to step in?" The director turned to his assistant to help film the scene. She just hummed, glaring slightly. For some reason, you got the feeling she really didn't like you. But, pushing that aside, she was good at her job and helped where possible. Jongho was completely preoccupied. His arm was loosely around your waist, hand messing with your skirt. Since seeing your outfit for the shoot, he'd been glued to you. Wearing a ripped black jumper, it hung off your shoulder and was tucked into a short pleated skirt. With mismatched length socks, one to your thigh one to your knee, you also wore boots. He thought, no he knew you looked stunning. So much so he didn't realise he was subconsciously stopping anyone from going near you. The director called you and mingi over, jongho still unconsciously following.

"Now then. Don't actually push them. You're just there for them to act off of, ok? Mingi will go first." He explained to which she just nodded and cilmbed into the car with mingi. Everyone stood to the side, watching as they did a few takes. Mingi made it look really easy, falling effortlessly every time.

"I'm nervous." You whispered, turning to look at the taller male. Jongho smiled, kissing your head softly.

"We're all here, I'm right here. OK?" You nod quickly, reluctantly leaving his side once mingi was finished. Jongho watched as you climbed into the car and started talking to renea.

"They don't get on very well." Hongjoong commented, seeing your uncomfortable expression as the assistant spoke.

"No, they don't. I wonder why?" Seonghwa folded his arms, pouting in wonder. From the side, wooyoung giggled slightly.

"I think renea has a crush on jongho." The boys all looked at the second youngest. Most of them understanding. Jongho furrowed his brows.

"She does?"

"Yeah, she's got you as her wallpaper. I think she doesn't like (y/n) because you're so close." San observed, wrapping an arm around Woo.

"She can't handle that (y/n) is your favourite." Yeosang walked over, standing beside yunho. Rolling his eyes, jongho glanced over to you and hummed.

"Well she'll either have to get over it or leave. Because it's never going to change." The boys all smiled at their younger friend, admiring his deep connection to you. Of course you were their youngest, and they all looked over you. But you were Jonghos number one. When the music began, everyone looked over to the car. Hongjoong frowned, stepping forward and squinting to see better through the dimmed windshield.

"Is she - is she yelling at her?" It was only then the boys realised renea looked angry and could hear her raised voice. But by then, it was too late. They watched in shock as she very forcefully pushed you out of the car. You landed against the rubble with a harsh thud, curling in on yourself immediately. Hongjoong went full angry captain, storming over to the director.

"The fuck was that?" He spat to the equally shocked man. He stuttered incoherently, but Jongho wasn't paying attention to that. The minute your body hit the floor, he felt his heart drop and blood go cold. Without a second thought he was at your side. Hooking his hands under your arms, he pulled you up into his lap. Instinctively, you tucked your face into his neck and Jongho could tell you were crying. The car was quite a step off the ground and, judging by how hard you fell, he knew you'd be hurt.

"Hey, can you look at me sweets?" Gently, he cupped your cheek, bringing you to look at him. He felt instant anger at the sight of your tears, the cut on your cheek and just the hurt in your eyes. Bringing you back into his embrace, he held you protectively for a few minutes.

"Can you stand?" When you nod, jongho helped you to your feet before turning to Yeosang. Coming over, jongho urged you to the other man before making a beeline for renea.

"Why did you do that?" She just looked at him bored.

"Oh I didnt do anything. She's just being dramatic." She scoffed, having the nerve to even smile. Jonghos eye twitched, hands gripping at his coat as to not do something stupid. Seeing this, Hongjoong walked over with the manager.

"Are you so jealous that you had to throw her out onto a dirt road?" He almost laughed, if

it wasn't for the rage. Huffing , renea let out a laugh.

"As if I'd be jealous of that thing. Plus it was just my job. I dont know how you care so much. She's nothing special." Losing it, jongho launched for the assistant, only to be pulled back by the director and hongjoong.

"It wasn't your job to hurt the artist. Follow me." Your manager took her away swiftly, leaving the others to calm down the youngest male. Yeosang rubbed your back as mingi looked over your wounds with a scowel.

"We'll get you fixed up, ok?" He reassured but you just sniffled, looking past the tall man to Jongho. Exchanging a knowing look, Yeosang and mingi turned.

"Oi! Jongho!"

"Get over here!" Startled, jonho escaped the men holding him and came back. He carefully took you from Yeosang into his own arms. Both of you physically relaxed at the contact, his fingers running through your hair.

"Come on. We're done here." Hongjoong announced, leading everyone out.

Back at the dorms, no one commented as jongho took you into his room. They understood. You sat on his bed, looking down at your lap as the male grabbed some supplies. Sitting beside you, jongho lifted your legs onto his lap and frowned. Both knees were bleeding, grazes and bruises littered along your skin. He couldn't stand to see you hurt at all.

"This might sting." You pressed your head against his shoulder as the disinfectant made contact with your broken skin. Biting your lip to suppress any noises of pain, a stray tear rolled down your cheek.

"What did she say? When she was yelling at you?" He asked, wiping over your knee with care. You sniffed, wiping your face and most likely smudging your makeup. But you didn't care.

"She just, she said I was a whore. That I'm embarrassing to see." Hearing this, jongho clenched his jaw and nod slowly.

"Why did she say that?"

"Because I'm always with you. Because I'm obsessed in her eyes..." After finishing on your knee, he turned to you with a stoned face expression.

"She's jealous. You know that right?" When you just looked confused, jongho smiled and pulled out a wipe. He took it to your face to gently remove your make up.

"She wants to be you. Wants to be in your position." His voice was kind, hand moving softly along your skin.

"She likes you." You mumbled, jealousy written all over your face.

"Yeah? Well you're the only one who can have me." Making eyecontact, you blushed heavily, letting his words sink in.

"You mean?"

"Was I not obvious enough?" He chuckled, stroking your cheek tentivley. Leaning into his touch, you smiled up at him. His eyes wondered over your face, taking in every detail. Putting a hand on his neck, you drew him forward and placed your lips against his. Although initially shocked, jongho kissed back instantly. His fingers laced through your hair, pulling you flush against him. In that second, you both forgot the situation that lead you to this point. When you parted, his thumb ran across your cheek lovingly, a redness painting your face.

"I really wouldn't mind if you were obsessed with me." He smiled almost shyly, causing you to laugh quietly. Cupping his face tenderly, you kissed across his face sweetly. From his forehead to his cheek to his chin. Letting your lips linger on his, jongho felt his face wash over with red.

"I just might be." Immediately, he simpered, kissing you once again. You smiled against his lips, arms hanging over his shoulders.

Reluctantly, jongho got up, clearing his stuff away before helping you change into some comfy clothes. You crawled under the covers of his bed and waited patiently for him to also change. It didn't take long until he was climbing in beside you. He wasted no time in pulling you into his chest, allowing you to wrap yourself around him comfortably.

"Hongjoong texted. They fired renea. Which is great. But imagine her reaction to seeing us together." He smiled proudly, fingers running up and down your arm soothingly.

"I imagine she'd do worse than push me." After saying that, jonghos grip tightened.

"I'd probably kill her." He said without emotion causing you to giggle. You loved the protective side of him. Tucking your head under his chin, you sighed in content and closed your eyes.

"I think we're getting take out later." His voice was quiet, knowing you were resting.

"Noodles. Spicy." Jongho smiled at your sleepy response, lips pressing to your temple. For now, he'd hold you whilst you slept. He'd savour the feeling of knowing you were finally his.

#ateez fluff #ateez imagines #ateez x reader #jongho x reader #choi jongho #choi jongho x reader

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vexy-hexy · 6 months

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I hope this isn't a hot take, but Scott Cawthon is a shitty writer

The reason the lore makes no fucking sense is because he just randomly adds or retcons things with no explanation and, at this point, I think he just enjoys watching people (especially MatPat) go crazy theorizing

Like, the man may as well have confirmed dream theory a few years ago, only to go "wait, never mind, here’s Sister Location and everything is real, I promise"

I doubt even Scott understands his own story because it was written with the same grace and talent as an edgy middle school kid trying to write the next Jeff the Killer, so they shove everything they think is cool into the story, whether or not it fits

People say "oh, he didn't realize it would be more than (however many) games. He didn't plan that far ahead," but that excuse should only get you so far when you are writing a story

It's pretty clear that after at least game 4 (some say game 3, so I'm being nice), he stopped caring about the story and began just duct taping things he thought were interesting into a story that could've been wrapped up with MAYBE 5 games (1, 2, 3, 4, and pizzeria Sim with something in the other four to explain Baby and Molten Freddy, or get rid of them, I don't care), but instead it's a cluster fuck of weird details that DON’T MAKE SENSE

Look, I think a lot of us, myself included, can sometimes confuse a good CONCEPT with a good STORY

The storytelling of FNAF is dog shit, but the concept is just SO good, which is why people like the FNAF VHS tapes so much: these people are able to take a terrifying and interesting concept and make a truly good implied horror story with it in the way Scott NEVER could

And don't get me started on the books: First, they're not canon, then they're canon, but also, some stories may only be canon in another alternate universe or something, but if you actually want to understand something, you need to read some of the books

Your story should not have to be told across multiple different media for it to be even SLIGHTLY coherent. It's fine if you want to add in details that aren't too important to understanding the entire thing (like, we don't specifically need to know the names of each kid William killed, but it's a cool fact to know. Or maybe expand on how Freddy's and the incidents affected different people), but, as cool as it was, Golden Freddy being possessed by two children is a pretty crucial point to the rest of the series to be in just some activity book that so easily could've been overlooked as something fun to do related to FNAF (IMO)

Not to mention, we apparently can't even agree on the name of the Crying Child who, I think, was the catalyst for this entire story (because we can't even seem to agree if Elizabeth or CC died first)

TL;DR FNAF is a great concept, and it's been shown that it can make a great story by people who are much more skilled than Scott Cawthon (or maybe they just care more about this series than it's own creator, I don't fucking know)

Also, sorry if I'm incoherent or get anything wrong, I typed this while I was incredibly tired, but I did try to edit it as much as I could the past few days

#fnaf movie #fnaf #fnaf security breach #fnaf sb #fnaf games #fnaf rant #rant #rant post #vent #scott cawthon #sorry but I've been hold this in for so long #I'm scared of the reactions I may get #fnaf vhs

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fanfiction-blep · 1 year

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Does anyone else wonder if pandora has the equivalent of weed *cough catnip* for the Navi? Imagine Miles getting some into his system and his senses just kind of go hazy. Loses control of himself a bit and drops the tough guy act long enough to make known how much he cares about you. Bonus points for stoned out sexed up miles 🥵

PLEASE I love this idea, I did google it. I know they have different poisons they can use to hallucinate, but I love this Concept. And I'll do two parts. One where Just Miles get's high and then one where they are both high as it doesn't sit right with me to write smut where one person is under the influence and the other is not.

That's some plant~ Na'vi Miles Quaritch x Fem/Reader

Warnings: Substance use? fluffy, Quaritch HIGH AS BALLS, soft Quaritch, Quaritch being baby.

Okay I can't think of a specific plot of this would happen so bare with head cannons for now.

Okay so he ingests it as an accident, maybe in the field? Like maybe there is a plant? And you don't have to prepare it, its chemical components can be ingested without any prep and bam. hello 420.

So you know the planet well? And you are teaching the recoms what is safe to eat and what isn't or what will do nothing but taste bad.

Quaritch is down bad okay? he likes you a lot and all this plant stuff isn't his thing he doesn't know how to impress you. Normally he would show off, in whatever way popped into his head but he realised that didn't work for you so he tried to act like he knew what he was doing.

He saw a large plant with a purple stem. large star like leaves five times the size of his head pointing out in every direction the odd flower sprouting. He picked two or three leaves and shoved one into his mouth, it tasted a little bitter but it was damp and once down the aftertaste wasn't bad.

What he didn't know was the best way to take this plant was in a tea, but no big blue simp man wanted to show off, he walzted over to you, already chomping down on the second leaf. Smirking at you. Your eyes went wide trying to grab the remaining leaf from him.

"Please tell me that you didn't eat that" "Ya just saw me eat one, what's the problem sweetheart?" He had pulled his hand into the air and was now lifting his head eating the third leaf. "Quaritch stop!" She wasn't sure whether to laugh or to cry at his impuslive behaviour. A hand resting over you're mouth in shock. It hit him there. You weren't messing around.

"Miles?" You asked placing a hand on his bicep. "How many leaves did you eat?" "Three" He spoke as if he was a child who had gotten caught eating cookies before dinner. "Alright, back to base. Now!" you gestured the rest of the recoms re grouped and headed to the ship in confusion.

"What's wrong did i eat something poisonous?" She stared up at him. "You just ate Pandora's version of cannabis!" "Fuck"

now you would be both mad, but mainly confused, who just randomly eats a plant they have no knowledge on? Miles Quaritch apparently. you would have told the science guys and insisted you would watch over Quaritch yourself.

He would be SO CLUMSY. Imagine him falling into a wall and apologising to it. Or staring at random inanimate objects and having very existential thoughts.

"Do ya ever wonder about the fact we never ask our beds if they want to be laid on?" You would have to stifle your laughter. getting him to his room was a MISSION. Lyle tries to help you. As Miles isn't able to walk by himself. You being a Na'vi you can kinda help him?

But man's is THICCC and even as a Na'vi you struggle to hold his whole weight. Also he doesn't want Lyle helping him. He starts swatting at Lyles hands. Incoherently mumbling at him. "What's the matter Colonel?" "Only want the pretty lady touching me." He would pout and rub his cheek against your head.

he was fucking purring, like actually purring while rubbing his cheek all over your head.

Lyle walked away as soon as you reached your room, you had picked your own room as you had all the medical supplies that you might need in case he has a bad reaction.

Okay so I have this vision in my head off him lifting his arm off your shoulders and trying to walk to the bed and just walking in a zig zag line. and doing a little fist bump in the air when he sits down on the bed.

Okay so you decide to grab him a glass of water, grab a med kit and take his temperature. Imagine him trying to bite the thermometer. Like your trying to put it under his tongue and he's acting like a child. You finally snap at him. "Just let me take care of you!"

"yes ma'am" He would push his legs together and make his back all straight and stare at you with this little goofy grin. You would place two fingers on his neck to check his pulse, and he would lean into your hand!

He's a little goofy baby boy. The whole dom thing melts away, and he just wants to be close to you.

He just wants to feel you, he comes down a little still high off his rocker but he's less toddler like. He gets sensitive to touch. Any fabric starts to irritate him, He starts pulling on his camo and tank top. Overwhelmed by the feeling on his skin yet unable to fully communicate what was happening due to fog in his brain.

You understand and walk over lifting his arms up and pulling off his tank top. You don't feel comfortable with him taking off his trousers due to his situation so you go to his room (Only for a moment) And find him some sweatpants. In hopes that it will make him feel better.

When you re entre the room he gets all excited and smiles at you. "You came back!" He wouldn't get overexcited it was more of a whisper. He would do little grabby hands and pull your hips pressing his face against your torso. Eventually he has wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you into his lap. Face buried in the nape of your neck, breathing in your scent.

"Ya smell soo good" So all his sense are heightened and he has always adored how you smell he has just never talked to you about this. "Miss how ya smell" at this point you give in and you start stroking the hair on his head, Causing him to purr again. The vibrations tickling your chest.

You stayed like this for a while until he fell asleep and you had to lay him down, in a half awake state he would pull you back onto the bed. "Need to hold ya pretty girl" "Don't wanna loose ya"

100% waking up thirty as hell.

Smiles when he sees you left a glass of water next to the bed for him, plus a few fresh fruits.

Fells slightly guilty about his behaviour because he doesn't know you feel the same way about him. He climbs back into the bed because he will be damned if he stumbles back to his room at unholy hours of the morning.

All the guilt melts away when he feels you roll into his side smiling in your sleep nuzzling against the bare skin of his chest.

is going to ask you to try the plant with him for sure, he just has to wait for you to wake up.

#miles quaritch fluff #miles quaritch x reader #miles quaritch #na'vi quaritch #avatar #avatar way of water #fluff

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whimsical-roasting · 11 months

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I’m so obsessed with your smutty Jamie thoughts… like they’ve consumed all my brain space if you wanted to share some more (specifically those switch/sub ideas you’ve mentioned before hehehehe)

hii you are so cute, of course it's sub!jamie time.. sorry it takes me a min to reply to requests but i always love getting them, like damn yall wanna hear MY thoughts?? why??

anyways i ended up crying whilst searching for a gif...seeing him too sad makes me cry bc he doesn't deserve it OR seeing him really happy makes me cry bc he deserves it so much... i am a mess but i am soft for jamie tartt, my babyboy

oh my fucking god, my mind is filled with filth of sub!jamie

he's an excitable puppy; it's not surprising he'd be a cute lil sub, and everything jamie does, he does well

the man tries so hard in the things that matter, and he craves your praise

first fucking thing about having this subby boy would be giving him all the praise. I physically cannot fathom anything else?? petnames too!! "that's it, sweetheart" "good boy" "babyboy" "mm, you're my perfect baby, yea?" "so fucking good for me"

((my mind is racing all over the place rn so this is incoherent))

he calls you baby most likely, maybe even ma'am - "yes, mam" "please, babeh" (in his accent)

he follows instructions so well cause he wants to please you!!

WHIMPERS. oh god, my baby whimpers

he also POUTS. he's so fucking pouty and whiney with everything, but he still follows instructions. maybe he'd be bratty here and there, but you threatening him with, "you really don't wanna cum tonight, huh" or "i should stop touching you right now" makes him act right cause he needs your touch. he's craving it.

he'd be all desperate, eyes widening in panic as you start to pull away, "no! please! 'm sorreh!!"

i see him sitting up on the bed naked, back against the headboard, and you're just beside him, kissing him and sliding your hands down his chest

you're sucking on his neck and teasing his nipples, and he just groans, hand gripping your knee. you stop and slap his hand away, causing him to pout

"no hands, baby. keep 'em by your side, no touching unless i say so", you instruct. cause you know, and he knows it's harder for him to keep his hands at bay through self-control compared to restraints, but frankly, you don't care what he prefers cause he's bound to listen regardless

he whines in response, and you shoot him a look so he sheepishly corrects himself, "yes mam," and the pleased smile you give him has his chest feeling warm and his stomach a lil giddy

you continue kissing all over his face, jaw, neck. peppering kisses and praises that he EATS UP... it goes straight to his dick. "so pretty" "my handsome boy" "gorgeous"

you shift further down his body and get him to lay down on the pillow, sucking on his nipples and stroking his dick

all he can do is whine. his jaw is tense from trying to keep his hands by his side, and he tries to focus on breathing, but when you moan around his nipple and lazily half-stroke his dick, his focus is fucked

you start kissing down his stomach, and poor boy is already leaking some precum

"so eager, baby? for who?" "y-you" "hmm, why?" you ask as your thumb spreads his precum around the head of his dick, teasing his slit and causing him to hiss

"w-want you, babeh. please." "i dunno...are you gonna be good?" "so good, i'll be a good boy," he says with urgency in his voice

you straddle his chest so your ass is practically in his face. he can practically smell you... god, he wants a taste, but he can't quite reach, and he fucking hates it.

he settles for moving his head to the side, gently kissing your thighs. the kisses make you groan softly, and he can feel your hot exhale on his dick, involuntarily causing him to whine and thrust upwards

you just coo, "awe my needy baby," before licking the head of his dick.. his breath hitches

you start going down on him, providing the sloppiest head paired with "taste so good, babyboy" "all mine, right?" "lemme hear you, angel"

he ends up moaning and whining louder as you get so into it

your body is moving with you, and i bet your pussy ends up bumping his nose once or twice, so he just feels your wetness on his face

he wants to devour you so fucking bad, but you said no touching and the thought of you stopping what you're doing right now has him too scared to risk it

his hand comes up to grip the pillow. his eyes are squeezed shut, mouth open in pleasure as he's whimpering, "c-close, 'm cl-close"

and then you just stop. suddenly his dick feels very wet and very cold from the absence of your mouth. he wants to cry

he gives out a teary plead, "noo", and you give a hoarse reply "do good boys complain?" "b-but i-" "answer me, baby. do they complain?" and you get a quiet but obedient "no."

"are you a good boy for me?" "..yes mam", and you kiss his thighs as he pouts from you edging him

there's a beat of silence as you're caressing/kissing his thighs before you say, "d'you wanna taste?" shaking your hips in his face, and though you can't see it, his eyes light up, and he's nodding eagerly

"yes! lemme taste, please" he sounds so eager, it makes you chuckle. he blushes at the way he sounds so desperate for you; he's kinda thankful you can't see his face

"make me cum, yea? then i'll consider letting you finish. got that, angel?"

he's wrapping his arms around your thighs and pulling you down onto his face before you hear a muffled "yes, mam"

he'd eat you out with such fucking devotion. entire face dripping with your wetness. moaning into your pussy. honestly, he'd be so into it, slurping and lapping you up. his dick is leaking precum again.

you give him so much praise!! "god, you're so cute" "just like that baby" "good boy, fuck- that's it, eat me out" "so perfect darling, my darlin boy" "use that tongue"

i could go on and on... this is too long already, and we haven't touched on sex position, but that'll be next time,,,,,, AFTERCARE

okay aftercare!! he's super clingy, so you can't leave the room for too long, or he'll start calling out for you all pouty

you'd clean him up, maybe run a shower, but you'd be the one washing off his body and drying him off

i see him as being tired and cuddly too

you'd be caressing his cheek and kissing his forehead and he'd look up at you with sleepy, big eyes (maybe like the gif) and ask, "did i do good?"

and you're like "so good, angel!! so good. you were the best for me" "always the best for me, you're perfect baby", and he just beams up at you, snuggling into your chest further

"i love you so much, love", you say playing with his hair and kissing his head. he's tracing patterns on an exposed part of your torso where your shirt's ridden up

he gives you a tired but soft "i love you more"

you grin noticing how he's slowing down his fingers as his body feels heavier against you, "i love you the most" and he's drifted off against you

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt smut #ted lasso x reader #jamie tartt #sub!jamie #he's so cute #i hope this is alright!#if it sucks don't tell me #if its good then tell me #much like jamie #i too have a praise kink

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miyuhpapayuh · 8 months

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nineteen.

“Oh, this place is gorgeous!” Zora exclaims, as they roll their suitcases inside of their cabin for the week. A much needed vacation.

“Ain't it? It was the third one I came past, had to book it.” Leon says, as they head through the larger than life living room. High ceilings became her favorite thing in an instant.

“Oh, yeah. The fridge, freezer and pantry are already stocked.” He says, stopping at the kitchen. Also another large area.

“How?” She asks, looking toward him.

“I might've taken a separate trip up here, found the closest grocery store— which is an hour out, might I add— and came back to stock it before I came to pick you up.” He says, shrugging like it was nothing.

“You are something else,” she laughs, “ proactive as hell, too!”

“Hey, I'm just making sure we got all we need, right here.” He taps the counter for emphasis, as she laughs again.

“You succeeded, for sure!”

Moving upstairs to the master bedroom, they immediately plop down on the alaskan king bed, laying flat on the clean & cozy comforter.

“Yeah, a week’s worth of sleep in this bed is gonna do me some good!” Leon says, turning his head to look at Zora, who wholeheartedly agrees.

“You and me, both! I might forget I have a job and just stay here.” She laughs, folding her arms behind her head.

“Right?! Stay right here, tucked away with my favorite lady.” He rolls over, her giggles sounding as he lays his weight on her.

Actually sprawling out and getting comfortable, clad in their sweats and sweatshirts, they turn their focus toward the beautiful view through the bay window.

“You think it'll snow?” She asks.

“I'm sure. It's cold as hell out there.” He responds, laying his head on her chest, his eyes following the pattern of clouds in the sky.

“Good. I haven't seen snow since I was a little kid, it seems.”

“Yeah, we get slush, most of the time.”

“Right? Can't drive in it, can't walk on it, can't build a snowman in it,” she goes on, making him laugh. “It's ridiculous. I want the flurries!”

“You'll get ‘em, babe. Count on it.” He assures, closing his eyes as sleep creeps up on him.

“You going to sleep, old man?” She teases.

“Mhm, it's getting me.” He responds. “You stayin’ up?”

“Nah, I'm next.” She admits, stretching her arms above her head, a yawn coming right after.

“Yeah, a good twelve hour drive’ll do that to ya..” He mumbles, a yawn stealing the last half of his sentence.

Mumbling back something just as incoherent, they eventually get quiet and knock out under each other.

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Padding through the open space in her fuzzy socks, she moves into the kitchen to open the freezer, then the fridge, laughing to herself as they are indeed, fully stocked.

“He's so cute,” she shakes her head, pulling two waters out before closing it back.

Moving in front of another large window, she sighs in contentment. This week was gonna be fun.

In the midst of her daze, Leon slides up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. She smiles to herself.

“Hey,” he says, kissing the crown of her head.

“Hey,” she responds, holding up a water bottle, “I was on my way back.. just had to stop and stare for a minute.”

“I wasnt trippin’,” he says, taking the water from her, barely detaching himself from her as he took a swig. “Thought I'd come and see where you were, though. I started missing you.”

She giggles, turning to face him and that toothy smile of his. He leans down to kiss her lips a few times.

“Three minutes is all it takes?”

“Try three seconds! I stayed put so you didn't think I was crazy.” He says, making her laugh again.

“Aw, you were gonna sniff after me like a puppy, huh?” She teases, taking a sip of her own water.

“Unashamed, baby.” He replies, shrugging his shoulders.

“Again, how lucky am I?”

He smirks, pulling her right back into him, his fingers twirling around the ends of her curly ponytail.

“The luckiest is what I am. You're just getting everything you've always deserved.” He says, kissing her nose.

“Don't make me cry, our tears might freeze out here.” She jokes, even though he's already wiping her lone one away.

“Sorry,” he smiles, “but you do deserve it.”

“So do you, babe. Sweetest man in the land.”

“In the whole land??”

“The whole thang, Avery!” She exclaims. “I mean, really.”

Moving further into the living room, they cut the tv on and sit on the spacious couch, pulling the throw blanket over themselves.

“I'm so glad we could take this trip. We definitely needed it.” Leon says, while Zora flips through the channels to find something worth watching.

“Me too. It's been a hectic month, that January.” She playfully scolds.

“Tell me about it! If I had to work another day in that damned warehouse, I woulda quit.”

“Hm. Ever thought about quitting?” She asks, sitting the remote down once she finds some cartoons.

“Yeah, actually. I don't see myself staying there very long.”

“What would you wanna do instead? What's always been something you wanna take up?”

“Photography has always been at the forefront of my mind. Seeing the beauty of the world through a lens is something special. Writing is definitely right behind it. Like, maybe not publish a book, but getting on stage and performing pieces is the coolest.”

She nods, the wheels already turning in her head. “Two really great career choices for you.”

“You think so?” He asks, looking at her now. She nods again.

“You're a beast with the camera and your writing brings me to tears, so yeah! A shoe-in.”

“Glad I have your support, beautiful.” He kisses her forehead.

“Any time, any day.”

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Waking up again, this time lazily sprawled out on the sofa, Zora stretches and looks toward the kitchen, finding Leon, preparing dinner.

Peering over at her for the thousandth time, his smile brightens as he finds her awake. She's rubbing her eyes, the side of her face still pressed to the pillow she's laid on.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” he calls out, chuckling as she waves, still too sleepy to verbally respond. Her sighs and grumbles sound as she stirs a bit more.

Staring out the window to the left of the living room, the deep blue, ever-starry sky as it begins to melt into an even deeper blue.

“Sorry,” she finally speaks, “I had no idea I was this sleepy.”

He waves her off. “Don't be. We came out here to relax, babe. Get all the sleep you need and want.”

“Mmkay,” she says, covering herself back up in the blanket, immediately cackling as he stomps over to get her up.

“No right now, Jean!” He laughs, lightly shaking her. “I'm cooking!”

“I'm just playing, you big baby!” She snickers, taking his hand as he leads her toward the island, sitting her atop a stool and kissing her forehead, before heading back to the stove.

“So, what you makin’?” She asks, feeling her stomach rumble from the yummy smell of spices and herbs.

“Decided to make a loaded potato soup.” He says with his back still to her, but she can hear the excitement in his voice.

“Yummy! Do you need me to do anything?”

“Mhm, just sit there and look pretty for me.” He responds, turning around in time for her eye-roll.

“I knew it!” He laughs, turning back to what he's doing. “But you can actually slice this French bread and put it in the oven for me.”

Hopping up, she heads over to the counter to wash her hands, about to look for a knife when he carefully hands her one, another forehead kiss coming her way.

She smiles at the affection, bumping his hip before pulling the bread from its bag, slicing half of it to her liking, the other half to his liking. Sticking them on a baking sheet, she placed a pad of butter on each one before sliding in the oven.

“Wow, that was so much work.” She jokes, making him laugh.

“Stop clowning and taste this,” he says, cupping his hand underneath the spoon he was holding out for her.

As soon as the food hits her taste buds, she nods and closes her eyes. “Leon, I swear to god.”

“It's good, ain't it?” He asks, already nodding and laughing, the sound doubling as she joins in. They share a high-five.

“It's absolutely delicious! Hell, add being a chef to that list, cause wow.” She exclaims before whipping around to retrieve the bread before it burns.

Indulging in the comfort meal, Zora is still singing his praises with every bite, boosting his confidence like no other.

“My big head is gonna be your fault, I just want you to know now.” He laughs.

“That's fine! I ain't ever had food this good— don't tell Pam.” She snickers, taking another sip of her wine.

“I thought first-naming mamas was off limits?” He asks.

“It is, that's why I said don't tell her!” She exclaims, earning another laugh from him.

“Tellin’ her as soon as we get back,” he teases, pulling her glass away to refill it, reveling in the delight on her face.

“I never get to indulge in my wine, so thank you.” She smiles, putting the glass back up to her lips.

“My pleasure.”

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After dinner, Zora decided to take her shower first, slipping into the master bathroom and instantly pouting at the sight of an orange puff and matching rag, her favorite body wash, and her towel already hanging on the rack for her.

“Ugh, he's so cute!” She tipsily giggles, peeling her clothes off and heading into the walk-in shower, singing along to the music that's playing further down the hall.

Wetting her curls underneath the hot, hot water, she sighs blissfully as she scrubs her troubles— read: none— away.

Watching the suds go down the drain, she turns the water off and reaches around for her towel, wrapping it around herself, wringing out her curls before throwing them up in a bun.

Stepping into the slippers he'd also laid out for her, she waltzes back into the room, finding him sitting on the edge of the bed, camera in hand.

“Hey, stand right there!” He excitedly says, pulling the camera back up to his face, snapping a picture of her where she stands. Of course, she posed for it.

“Camera ready, huh?” He chuckles as she crosses the floor to him, laughing at the picture as he holds it up for her to see.

“I look so cheesy,” she snorts, sitting down beside him.

“Cheesin’ hard as hell, baby.” He adds, looking over at her just as she leans in to kiss him. A dazed smile on her face as she pulls away.

“What was that for?” He asks, smiling just like she.

“Cause I love you.” She simply says, making his heart thud in his chest.

“I love you more, sweetheart.” He leans back in for another kiss. Then another, swapping out the camera for the sides of her face as the kisses get a bit deeper.

She giggles against his lips, pulling away a bit breathless as she looks at him, the stars in the night sky not comparing to the ones in both of their eyes.

“Go shower and come back, I got things I wanna do to you.” She softly says, biting her lip as he stands from the bed, hovering over her damp body.

“You have no idea, baby.” He mumbles back, nuzzling his face against hers for a couple seconds, reluctantly pulling away and all but rushing out of the room, because he knew he'd get started, right then and there, if he didn't.

Letting out a breathless laugh, she shakes the chills away and sprints over to her bag, pulling out the white hot babydoll dress. She smirks and holds it up to her smooth, chocolate skin, staring straight ahead at the mirror in the corner of the room.

“Oh, yeah.” She nods, reaching for her sandalwood body lotion and deodorant, lathering herself in the smell-good and pulling the dress on her thick frame, more than pleased with how she looks.

Pulling her semi-dry curls from its bun, she shakes them so they fall over her shoulders, perfectly tousled.

She sits in his spot, grabs his camera, careful not to drop it due to her tipsiness and takes a few pictures for him to find later, before sitting it on the dresser.

After what felt like forever, he returned to the room with a towel covering his waist, his hand rubbing down his face before his eyes landed on the beauty that is Zora.

The air leaves his lungs for a few moments, his lips part to say something, hands twitch slightly as his mouth salivates. His print became more noticeable at the sight before him.

“You like it, don't you?” She asks, her deep, teasing tone making the hairs on his neck stand up.

Still unable to speak, he nods.

His eyes travel from her pretty face to the swell of her breasts, her soft thighs, the gold anklet adorning her left ankle and her pretty olive painted toes. The white lace against her skin is his new favorite thing.

“You.. you look so pretty, baby.” He finally speaks, making her smile and motion for him to come closer, til he's standing before her.

“All for you.” She says, cupping his chin to pull him closer to her lips, sighing at the softness of his kisses. It was his turn to breathlessly pull away.

“Wow… I wanna take a picture, but I think I might drop my camera,” he nervously laughs, shyly rubbing his hands up her thighs.

“It's okay, baby.” She softly assures him, covering his hands with her own. “You want me to take it for you?”

She swore she saw his pupils dilate at such a question, his fingers digging into her flesh now. She smirks, loving the way she makes him crumble.

“I can pose for you, again.” She further teases, walking her fingers up and down his bare, ripped stomach, stopping at the knot in his towel.

The doe-eyed look she's giving him could turn him into a puddle, as he stumbles out a yes.

Standing from the bed, she grabs the camera from the nightstand, luckily still having a conscious enough mind to steady her hands, as she climbs up and sits on her knees, finding the timer setting before sitting it at an angle on the bed.

Staying in her bent position, she quickly flips her hair and arches her back as the flash goes off. His eyes travel right to her bare ass peeking from underneath the short lingerie.

“My god,” he sighs, moving to sit on the ottoman out of the way, feeling all the blood in his head rush south.

“I got the best seat in the house.” He darkly chuckles, waving as she looks back at him.

Moving into her next position, she turns to face him now, hands on her boobs, her lip deeply into and her eyes on him through the lens.

“Stick your fingers in your mouth… mhm, like that.” He grunts, palming his hard dick through the towel that's barely around his waist still.

Sitting through one more pose, he groans out her name, unable to take any more teasing.

She grabs the camera from the bed, turns it off and begins to get off the bed, when he slips it out of her hand and fiddles with it before sitting it down on the nightstand, hovering over her, backing her back up on the bed.

Her heart is thudding in her chest, she leans on her elbows and watches him eye her body like a precious diamond. She never felt so delicate in her life.

Her fingers reach out to undo the barely hanging on tuck of his towel, purring as it reveals his hard and pretty dick.

“Please fuck me.” She moans, lifting a leg to place it on his shoulder. His mouth waters double time at how flexible she is, coupled with how wet she is.

The day she took up yoga as a hobby was worth it, especially if it was gonna lead her to moments like this.

“I got you, princess.” He pulls her other leg up, taps the head against her clit, rubbing against it to make her jerk, her hooded eyes finding his as he slides all the way inside, groaning something terrible.

“Fuuckk!” She moans incredulously, that delicious snug grip tripping both of them up as he begins thrusting into her.

Her breasts bounce underneath the soft material, her nipples peeking through the lace, and he can't help but swirl his tongue around her left, then her right one.

“It's sso good,” she throws her head back, “oh fuck, that's so good baby!”

Deep and fast, right into her spot, making her see stars with every thrust. Her hands reach out for his arms, squeezing for dear life.

“You feel so fucking good, baby,” he desperately growls into her ear, “fuckin’ smell so good, I ju— just wanna eat you alive.”

Her breath hitches as he bites down on her neck, soothing it with his tongue after. Her body flattens against the bed, her legs still propped up on his shoulders.

“Leon… fuck, baby,” she whines, while he kisses up her ankles, then her chest and neck, his slippery tongue making her squeak out moans.

Overwhelmed in the best ways, she closes her eyes and lays her hands at her head, smiling as his hands find hers, linking them together as he deeply strokes into her.

“I love you,” he says with a kiss to her lips. “I adore you,” next, her left cheek. “Fuckin’ treasure you,” her right cheek. “God, you wreck me…”

She deliriously moans at his confessions against her heated skin, feeling her stomach tingle and curl as her orgasm gets closer to the surface.

“So damn beautiful,” he grumbles into her neck, open mouthed kisses and sucks make her slipperier in between her legs, her ankles lock around his neck, ultimately pulling him closer. His strokes never falter, getting deeper.

“I'm gonna cum all over you,” she gasps, squeezing their hands, their lips just a few centimeters away from each other.

“Cum all over me, baby… let me have it,” he groans, nipping at her quivering bottom lip, “I feel you, baby.. let it out for me.”

Her body spasms as she cries out, flooding his lap and the sheets underneath them, his hips still slamming into hers.

“Oh, b-baby!” She squeals, his lips covering hers to swallow her every breath, consuming her like he desperately wishes.

Releasing her hands, they find her thighs, pulling them down to wrap around his waist as he continues to dip into her ever-wet paradise.

Her whines and gasps hit the back of his throat, his tip pushing right into the spot that's got her leaking down both of their thighs.

Letting her come up for air, she beats against his chest, crying out, “it's too much! Fuck, I'm g-gonna cum again, baby!”

Grabbing her chin, he watches as her eyes flutter back open, landing on his intense gaze.

“There she is,” he smirks, “cum for me, beautiful.”

Her release triggers his own, as they fall into each other, moaning and gasping for air as they rut their hips until they can't anymore.

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The next couple days went by as slow as molasses, much to the couples’ liking. They were having way too much fun doing absolutely nothing but what they wanted.

“I can't remember the last time I was away from my phone this long,” he says, popping another handful of popcorn into his mouth.

“Same. It's still got a good charge on it from a day ago,” she snorts, snuggling into his side a bit more.

“You alright?” He asks, looking over at her.

“Yeah, just cold.” She softly laughs, tucking her hands in the pocket of her hoodie.

“Want me to turn the heat up?”

“Please?” She asks, snickering as he reaches out his impeccably long arm to the thermostat on the wall above their heads, pushing it up to seventy-eight.

She thanks him, and he kisses her forehead as they turn their attention to the movie. Tonight they were watching monster house. Another favorite of hers, his too.

“These kids were bad as hell,” Leon snorts.

“That's not you and Craig??” She looks between him and the movie, laughing at his shameful nod.

“Yeah, you got me there.” He chuckles. “Who's the girl, then?” He asks, keeping it going.

“Me! Duh!” She scoffs a laugh.

“Oh yeah, they were coupled up near the end, weren't they?”

“Yeah! I mean, they fought over her just about the entire movie, but DJ got his girl.” She nods, popping a handful of popcorn into her mouth.

“Hm..”

“What?”

“Halloween ideas,” he shrugs. “He's got like a Freddy Kruger thing goin’ on with that black and red sweater but.. I could make it work.”

“You wanna be DJ and Jenny for Halloween??” She gushes, making him decide right then and there.

“The look on your face is too precious for me to say nothing but yes.” He smiles.

“Aw, this is gonna be so cute!” She squeals, making him laugh and kiss her cheek.

“I gotta find a schoolgirl-esque outfit, now.” She taps her chin, while he smirks to himself.

“Short skirt, huh?” He asks.

“Nope. It's gonna come past my knees.” She answers, snickering at the stale look he gives her.

“I'll cut it.”

“I'll cut you.” She quips.

“You'd cut me, for real??”

“Hm… if you ever cut me off again, yes.” She nods, turning her attention back to the movie.

He sighs, pulling her into his side more. “I won't test it, trust me.”

“Good. I'd hate for you to get dotted up.”

About an hour or so into their movie marathon, a few white specks fall out of the corner of her eye, making Zora turn her head and gasp super hard.

“What? What??” Leon asks, looking around and then in the direction she's facing, relieved to find it snowing outside and not it being an ax murderer standing at the window.

“It's snowing!”

“Aw, look at that. Let's go put our boots on and go outside.” He says, standing up and reaching for her hand, which she quickly takes and they head upstairs to get dressed.

Soon, they're outside in it, bundled up and still shivering but ecstatic at how much snow is actually coming down.

“Wow! It's a literal winter wonderland out here!” She yells, clearly too excited to contain herself. Of course Leon brought his camera out to capture this moment.

“On a scale from one to a million, how happy are you right now?” He asks.

“A jillion and three!” She excitedly jumps, both of them laughing as he snaps her picture.

“Seriously it's been decades since I've seen actual snow! The little kid in me is ready to make a snowman! You down?!”

“Hell yeah!”

Of course their game began with a snowball fight, like the two big kids they are.

“You've got an arm like Elf!” She screams, ducking and laughing as another snowball comes hurling at her face. “Why are you throwing them so fast?!”

Meanwhile, he's having the time of his life, chucking snowballs like a madman. Laughing his ass off at the way her tiny frame keeps popping up and down out of sight.

“Leon!” She screams again, this time, popping him right in the face with her own snowball. It had been the only one to connect so far.

"I did it! Woo-hoo!"

Her victory dance made the ice on his face worth it, as he wiped it away. She was having so much fun and he was soaking it all up.

“You got me!”

“I did! Finally!”

After pelting each other with snow a little more, they moved on to making their snowman. A first for both of them.

“I helped Eryn make one— well, I tried to help her but I got frustrated fast and gave up.” Leon says as they roll the first ball for the base.

“How old were y'all?” She asks out of curiosity.

“Ten or so? Yeah.”

“Avery, you've been impatient all your life?” She cracks, thankful that he laughed.

“Blame my parents, and my stubbornness I suppose.” He shrugs, before nudging her. “I was patient with you, though. Don't that count for something?”

“Absolutely,” she giggles, looking away from him to get herself together.

“But, we're gonna make this snowman!” She says, now looking him back in his eyes. He holds his hands up.

“Yes ma'am!”

Finishing the base was surprisingly easy since they didn't make it gigantic, just big enough. Moving onto the middle ball, however, proved to be a bit more difficult. It kept cracking in the middle.

His irritated grumbles and huffs and puffs of frosted air were all that could be heard, while he tried working through his frustration. Zora placed her gloved hands on top of his, hoping it would calm him down.

“Leon, it's okay. Relax.” She softly speaks.

“I don't know why it's not working,” he chuckles, being far from amused.

“Because why not. It's always the simplest of things that don't always go as planned. But beating the snow isn't gonna turn it into a ball, baby.”

He huffs, again. “I know.”

“I gotta teach you what patience is.”

“I know patience.”

“Yeah, not well enough. Come on.” She says before moving to an area with a bit more snow, beginning to roll a ball out of it.

He saunters over and helps, biting his lip in concentration as they roll the middle and top, thanking god they stuck together perfectly.

“See?! We did it!” She cheers, elated as he slaps her open palm.

“We did! Now we gotta make the face!” He exclaims, excitedly looking around for a stick.

Berries for the eyes, a stick for the arms and nose, and Zora’s scarf completed their snowman, and Leon wasted not a second to take a picture of their masterpiece.

“Awww, he's the cutest snowman ever!” She laughs, pulling her scarf from around it carefully, as they head inside.

“I'm glad we could do that. It was really fun.” He says, locking the patio door behind them, sitting their boots on the mat to dry, as they shed their wet jackets, gloves and hats.

“Yeah, it was. I can't feel my fingers or toes, but I had a great time!” She says, taking a seat on the floor by the fireplace as Leon comes over to get it going.

“Hm.. do we have stuff to make s'mores?” She asks, humming a laugh at the smirk on his face.

“I'll be right back.”

Reaching up to grab the blanket from the couch, she wraps it around herself just as he's coming back with everything they needed.

“You really thought of everything!”

“I told you!”

Sitting the plates down with everything else, he gently peels the blanket from her, pulls her in between his thighs and wraps it around them both.

“Better?” She asks.

“Much.” He answers, kissing her cheek as he leans them forward to put their marshmallows on the sticks, handing one to her as they hold it over the fire.

Moving on to smash it between two graham crackers and rich pieces of hershey's chocolate, they munch on the staple campfire snack in pure contentment.

“I might eat like twelve of these,” she laughs.

“We've got more of everything in the closet, too.” He snorts, “you can live your fat kid dreams, baby.”

“Ugh, I love you!” She yells.

“I know,” he smiles. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“How come you don't talk about your dad?” He asks.

“There's not much to talk about.” She shrugs. “Haven't seen him since I was thirteen. Barely knew of him when he was underneath the same roof we were.”

“Hm.”

“What about yours? I haven't ever heard you say much besides you despising him.”

“Eh, it's a bit more complicated. We weren't always at each other's throats. He just doesn't get me. Don't try to either. It's like nothing I did was good enough.” He shrugs.

“Fathers. What a joke.” She bitterly laughs. “Just promise me something?”

“Anything.”

“Don't be that kind of father to our baby.”

“You wanna have my baby, one day?” He asks, laying his head on shoulder, holding her closer.

“Of course I do, babe. Wanna marry you. Grow old. Get on your nerves forever.” She smiles like he can see her.

“Wow. I'll be the best father to our baby. Best husband to you. I promise. No doubt, I wanna marry you.”

“Hell, we could get married right now!” Zora laughs, quickly shaking her head. “It's still too soon for that.”

He laughs and agrees. “Just a bit more time. And, I promise I won't buy one of those stadium rings either. I don't need you fighting me.”

“I taught you well! I can't wait to tell Nique cause if it's one thing we hate, it's those goddamn rings!”

“They're humongous and ugly, yeah. I won't have you out here looking like that.”

“I've got one more question.” He says.

“What is it?”

“When you were teaching me patience out there… is that what love feels like?”

“That would have to be for you to answer, honestly. My answer is yes, but what's yours?” She asks, turning her head to look at him.

“That's the first time I didn't feel ridiculed for being impatient, so yes. You were patient even though I knew I was tapping on your nerves. That's definitely love.”

“I'm glad you feel that way. I've got all the patience and understanding in the world for you.” She says, peering up at him.

"I love you, Jean."

"And, I love you Avery."

They share a sticky kiss, before getting back to munching on their treat.

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“Do we really have to leave today?” She asks, pouting all over again.

“I know, I don't wanna leave either. But we have to. Gotta go back home and make money for our next trip.” He smiles to himself.

“What?” She whips around to look at him, halting her packing. “Next trip? Where are we going?”

“Yes, where are we going?” He repeats, looking over at her now.

“I get to choose??”

“Mhm.” He nods, a smile still on his face.

“Hm. Yeah, we better hurry back cause I wanna go to Bora Bora. That's one of the most romantic places to visit!”

“I'll start looking at hotels— you wanna stay in a hut, don't you?”

“You know me so well!”

“I do, I do.”

“Oooh, a springtime vacation is always on my list! Me and the girls usually take one, but I'm sure all our plans have changed since finding rockheaded boyfriends.” She laughs.

“Rockheaded? What did my head do to you??” He asks, faux hurt.

“Nothing,” she giggles, waltzing over to him to rub the back of his head.

“Ah, now you adding insult to injury!” He laughs, swatting her hand away, which turns into them play-fighting.

A couple slaps to his arms and stomach, before her world turns upside down, literally, as he picks her up and slams her down on the bed, both of them laughing like crazy.

“That's no fair!” She faux whines.

“I'll let you win, one day.” He laughs, leaning down to kiss her lips a couple sweet times.

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Taiju Shiba — headcanons ;

[ nsfw | sub bottom taiju x top dom male reader | reader is said to be as strong as taiju | ive had this idea for a while now heheh i need to rail him so bad it's not even funny anymore ]

Taiju is a total brat.

In front of the others he acts like he doesn't give a shit about you or like he wants you dead (depends on his mood) but he's actually very jealous and possessive.

Humiliation kink. Call him the dirtiest names you can think of and he'll sob while dripping wet.

Taiju loves punishments, seriously. He'll do the exact opposite of what you told him to just so you'll spank him.

He talks back to you because he actually values his pride but a few minutes later he'll be whimpering and behaving nicely to get what he wants.

Taiju blushes more during aftercare than when you're degrading him and that's because he's not used to being taken care of. He secretly longs for it every time you have sex.

It might sound weird, but submitting helps him to slowly change into a better person — who would ever think he would apologise for misbehaving?

Is he stressed? Dumbify him until he's nothing but an incoherent moaning mess.

If you put a collar on his neck and tug on the leash, he'll be on his knees to suck you within seconds.

At first he thought you were dumb for reassuring him and apologising for degrading him, but he began to appreciate it as he slowly realised that's how you showed you considered him more than a sex toy.

"Imagine what people would think if they saw you like this. How would they react to the fact that you're nothing but a dirty whore? Um? To think you act so high and mighty yet you cry because the way I fuck you is just too good. Tsk. Don't you feel ashamed?"

Taiju held back a moan. "Fuck you."

You grabbed his face and made him look at you. "Who do you think you're talking to?"

"Who do you think you're talking to?" he snarled back, grabbing a fistful of your hair.

For fuck's sake, you really loved him.

You slapped his face, leaving a big handprint on his pretty face, and immediately he let go of your hair. "Don’t you fucking dare to talk back to me, slut. The only things you should do with this mouth of yours are moaning and sucking my dick, because that's all you're good for."

You pounded him harder, making every word he could think of die on the tip of his tongue. Taiju, like the little shit he was, tried to keep any sounds from leaving his lips but he just couldn't do it anymore when you leaned down to suck and grab on his chest with your free hand, still hitting his prostate like your life depended on it. Taiju closed his eyes and threw his head back on the pillow, exposing his neck full of love bites, then proceeded to let out higher moans, which at this point you already knew meant his orgasm was getting closer and closer.

“Woah,” you chuckled. “To shut you up all it takes is a slap? I bet everyone’s gonna love it when I tell them.”

Of course you'd never tell anyone but was it even sex if you didn't tease him?

“I’m— fuck — I'm gonna kill you, asshole.”

You immediately stopped everything and just looked down at him with a bored expression. Took Taiju only a few seconds to open his eyes and protest, “Why did you stop?”

"Why the hell would I keep pleasuring a cheap whore who can't even respect his Master?"

Taiju was totally outraged, "But I was almost there!”

“Too bad, I guess.”

“C’mon, stop bitching and finish the job.”

“Keep talking like that and I'll just leave you like this. I’ll be fine if I just jerk off to some pics I took of you, although I can't say the same about you. So what do you say now?"

“Asshole.”

You loved Taiju, truly. He was such a brat, there was no way you couldn't love him. To see all his stubbornness slowly reduced to nothing but pure obedience because he just wanted you to rail him was a holy, privileged experience.

“That's not what I want to hear.”

Taiju tried to push down his hips in an attempt to feel at least something, but you were quick to hold his hips in place. Although he was the Taiju Shiba, one of the strongest men you've ever met, you matched his strength and he was too needy to try anything. Taiju was completely helpless under your grip.

You clicked your tongue. “I don't have all night, Taiju. Better decide what you want before I just leave you on your own.”

Took nearly an extra minute before Taiju’s deadly glare turned into the soft expression you always longed for. Reluctantly, he wet his lips before speaking, "Please, forgive me, Master."

A smirk quickly appeared on your face as you cupped his face and pecked his lips. “Such a good slut for me.”

#ak.writes #taiju shiba.#taiju x male reader #taiju shiba x reader #x top male reader #x dom male reader #taiju x reader

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candiid-caniine · 1 year

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ugh, i want technology to catch up with my fantasies so badly but i'm ahead of my time, it seems.

there should be some kind of machine that keeps me maintained, for lack of a better word. something that auto-doms, that subjugates effortlessly, and isn't that degrading--the idea that sometimes a human can't be bothered to deal with me themselves. sometimes my superiors just want to kick back with a cold one and enjoy the show.

the base parts would be restraint, stimulation, and flexibility. want to alternate between edging and pain without straining your wrists? there's a preset for that, fine-tuned for my biometric profile. want to keep me in a stress position for time-out? restraints in multiple configurations, attachments for gags, punishment programs. need a hands-off way to brainwash me stupid, drooling, and nonverbal? strap me into the VR hypnosis rig, complete with constant low-grade teasing, and go about your evening.

i imagine being strapped into this rig on a lazy night when my dom wants all of the fun, but none of the effort, or would simply enjoy some high-quality begging. they strap me in to the restraints in a configuration that spreads my legs wide, my holes on display, then select the programming for the evening.

mechanical arms crowd in with the first implements: a slim, vibrating probe enters my ass, and another descends on my clit, teasing around it and up and down my cunt, which is already dripping. another set of arms start stimulating my breasts, massaging the nipples methodically, maddeningly, and it's a matter of minutes before i'm straining against the bonds, seeking more. they barely creak. my dom reclines on their favorite chair, watching me with lazy interest. i'm ungagged, so i know they want to hear begging, and i'm quick to start. i always beg to cum. it never gets me anywhere, though.

they laugh at me. "don't be silly, pup." those teasing arms get me right to the edge, then punish me with a sharp burst of pain: a pinch on the clit, a zap to the nipples, maybe. quick as they stopped, they work me back up again. i know this program, the basic parts of it, at least--it changes things up each time, but i know what's coming, and, sure enough, the machine starts a strategic series of moves designed to keep me right on the edge, and no further. i miss the early days when it didn't have such complete knowledge of me, when it still messed up once in awhile.

i grapple for my thoughts, the last thoughts i'll have for awhile. my cunt is still empty, so maybe they want me to beg them to fill it. i start begging for their cock, debasing myself further and further as my desperation hits a manic edge. please fuck me turns into please i need your cock turns into please fill up all my holes i want to be your little whore please gods please let me earn your cum. "you're so cute," they coo, wandering over to the machine and raising their hand towards my face. i strain to lean into their touch, but they pull away, a smirk on their lips, and return to their seat. they start playing games on their phone.

i've been on the edge for minutes now, minutes in the double digits. i start to beg them to turn it off. whatever it takes, i just want it to end. it's maddening: an orgasm is so close i can taste it, could have it if i could only lean into the vibration just a little. my dom is so close, within arm's reach, if i could even use my arms! it's around minute 30 that i start to cry, my voice breaking with every mindless word coming out of my mouth. i barely hear what i'm saying, but it's something like please sir please fuck i can't i can't i need please fuck, incoherent and useless. they pick up the remote and turn the TV on. every once in awhile, their eyes flick to me with vague interest, and i start to cling to those moments, counting the seconds until they do it again. 10, 11, 12...10...no, was it...it must be 20 by now. what comes after 20?...11, 12....

before i ever realize it, my mind is gone. all that's left of me is the bleeding edge, my world shrunk to the aching radius between my legs and the tugging thread between their eyes and mine. i stopped saying actual words forever ago. has it been hours? time doesn't mean anything to a creature like me anymore. there is only Now. they bring me a cup of water, and i suck it down only because it's what they want. it's mindless. i'm broken.

it takes me ages to register that the stimulation has stopped, that the TV is off. my chest is cold and damp--i've drooled everywhere, and my eyes won't focus. i whimper as feeling returns to my arms and legs, the restraints undone, and i spend blissful, warm, drifting moments coming down in their arms. i feel safe, and so, so tired. "good job, sweetheart," they murmur. "i'm proud of you, you know? you made it a whole hour this time." no, it was much longer than that...wasn't it??

"let's try for two tomorrow, hm?"

#denial #h/d #for genderinclusiveslut #dizzy #only barks

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shayyprasad · 5 months

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i love you peter b. parker | peter parker

pure angst. that's it lololol

summary: you knew you wouldn't be around forever, and you wanted to leave a piece of you behind for him.

i had this idea in mind for some time but i'm only now just writing it but fr i legit almost cried writing this

we love delulu peter

tw: sad peter

angst (for me) isn't easy to write, but i tried my best here. did you like it???

he knew you were sick, he knew you would leave. but it never really hit him that you would be gone someday, that is, until you were gone. terminal kidney disease wasn't fun, and it most definitely wasn't easy. it didn't matter though, because as long as you had peter by your side, you were sure that nothing would go wrong. that you'd be able to fight through it, because the love of your life was fighting alongside you.

peter was always used to saving everyone, so he felt so utterly useless when he found out. he tried to make you as happy as possible, and to help you do everything that you wanted to do most, and make the most of the time you had left.

he remembered the day he asked you out, and you warned him about the sickness, that you wouldn't be here forever, and that one day, he would have to leave you. no, that you would have to leave him.

but peter being peter hadn't thought that far into the future. he was only 16. he didn't know that he'd grow so attached to you, that you become the one for him.

no. that thought had never occurred.

you had passed in your sleep, at least, age 19. it pained him so much to think about everything you had in store for you.

everything we had.

a life, a future, just waiting.

for all he knew, you were his life. you were his future. so how would he go on? how would he do anything without you? especially when you were his everything?

peter stood next to his aunt, clad in all black, watching your mother scream and cry into your father's shoulder, repeatedly begging for you to come back. he watched her lean down next to the coffin and kiss your hair, whispering sweet nothings. the boy wasn't sure if he'd be able to look at you, to say his goodbyes. because it didn't feel real to him. you couldn't be gone. how could you be gone?

"go, peter," aunt may whispered. "you'll regret it if you don't," her voice was fragile, and he could her the pain in her voice.

"no, no, no, i-i can't-"

"you'll regret it if you don't," she repeated.

so with shaky hands and a heavy heart, he walked over to the black box. there you laid, and he tried to convince himself that you were sleeping.

just sleeping.

he got down on his knees and and looked at you. your hair was perfectly laid out, nails freshly painted. the smallest bit of makeup was on you, but you were a deathly pale. your eyes were closed, but he'd give anything to see those gorgeous hues again, lit up by the liveliness behind them.

"hi, angel," he whispered softly, a strangled sob rising up his throat. "your mom is crying. you should wake up now. didn't we talk about getting more sleep at night? so you wouldn't fall asleep all the time during the day?"

peter chuckled quietly. "baby, i remember that time you fell asleep in mr. nester's class. and you snored? it was so cute. and funny. but mostly cute. they're soft and quiet, but if you're listening, you can hear it. your snores are adorable, you know that? it's hilarious because you always say you don't, y/n, but you do. always. yeah. you always snore. why- why aren't you right now? y-y/n?" he asked, panic creeping in through his words. "why aren't you?"

"y/n? y/n? angel? b-baby, wake up, wake up, it isn't funny anymore, stop it, j-just wake up now, please. please!" he was shaking you now, making the coffin rattle. "aunt may? s-she won't wake up! may! please, wake her up... she- she isn't..." he went off again, murmuring things to himself, all incoherent. "i love you! i lo-love you, y/n!"

they had to drag him away.

months later, he wasn't any better. he could hear aunt may at night sometimes, talking on the phone.

"it wasn't like this with ben," a pause, "no, dr. winston," another pause, "he talks to himself. stays up all night. talks to himself, dr., and not even in the way you might see a little kid doing... no... y-... he always looks scared," peter stopped paying attention at that point. "yes, thursday is fine. thank you."

no, he thought angrily, he didn't need a doctor. not some psychiatrists or psychologists. he needed you. but when he closed his eyes and saw may's pained face, he thought that he'd give it a try. for her. for you, right?

then, it had been a year. he was doing a little better, but barely. peter ate more. slept more. had less nightmares.

but he still didn't have you.

some nights he would stand on the top of his apartment building, right on the ledge, and debate ending it all. that way, he could be with you. and then he remembered may. and ned. and mj. how they'd already lost you, and how they didn't need more grief. those nights he'd go back into his flat and lock himself in his room, crying the rest of the night.

another year passed, and he stood in front of your house. your parents were finally cleaning out your old room, and they'd asked him to come over and see if there was anything he'd wanted. they let him in, giving hugs and greetings. peter trudged up the stairs and into your room. he closed his eyes and inhaled, remembering your loving scent.

but he didn't cry. he'd already done that. peter had no tears left. he was empty. numb.

as he analyzed the room, he saw many boxes, and noted that the bed was gone. some frames were still up, and many decorations were removed. on the dresser there was a photo of you and peter. your head was thrown up as you laughed, and peter was staring lovingly at you. it was a picture that neither of you knew was taken, but when you saw it, it became your favorite.

he'd told a lame joke, and you'd laughed. no one else laughed at his jokes, which was one of the reasons he fell in love with you. here, you were at the carnival with peter, ned, and mj. it was a blurry, side-angle picture, slightly grainy as the lighting was terrible. ned had taken it, and while it wasn't the greatest quality, you had adored it, repeatedly thanking him.

peter sat down and pulled the nearest box closer to him, taking out the first item he grabbed. a purple... journal? there was "to peter parker, the love of my life" written on the front cover in sharpie.

your handwriting.

your. handwriting.

he carefully flipped to the front page.

never mind. he did have tears left to cry.

entry 1:

okay, yes, i know, this is silly. and i doubt you'll ever have to read this, but if you are, it means i'm not here anymore, or that you're going through my stuff again without my permission. in which case, put this down.

he felt tears cascade down his cheek, and he sniffled softly.

peter b. parker, i love you. i have loved you since the day that you bought me that coke when i was a quarter short. luckily, you loved me, too, and now we're together. i wanted to do this because i know i won't be around forever. and before i die (if i do) i want to give you a piece of me, and this is how i'll do it.

i love you, peter b. parker.

he flipped to the next page.

entry 2:

in a world of endemic sickness, where cruelty is the cause and love the antidote, the patients declare themselves doctors and seal the fate of the world.

i love you, peter b. parker.

so he kept reading.

entry 6:

because your love is so whole, my missing pieces appear. because your touch carries such passion, what was scarred becomes soft once more. because you are steady and patient, my open wounds have time to seal and vanish.

perhaps that is why they say love is such magic, this gift from the universe, this sweet addiction to the man i was born to find. for with my twin soul, the only other born in the same flame as i, we are able to bathe one other in warmth and light as easily as we breathe, immune and oblivious to darkness.

i love you, peter b. parker.

entry 14:

i love you like you're the last of my kind. it is as if you speak the same language as i, yet no other is able. to be around you is like finally not being alone - as if all my life i've been isolated, in a windowless room, in a doorless room...

and then suddenly you walk in as if strolling over a summer meadow. how is that you are so much more than sunshine? how is it you breathe life when no other can? why is it you are my medicine? who could love me more than you? so, my love, know this - while i breathe i am yours in mind, body and soul.

i love you, peter b. parker.

entry 27:

you said that meeting me wasn't like a new song, but like opening a book and finding a language you'd never seen before. i want you know that i feel the same way. your love is something beautiful; meeting you is like meeting an enigma.

i don't know how you exist in this world yet you do. so let me tell you now - i will always love you in mind, body and soul. you are the trap i've been wanting to fall into my whole life; liberty from you would simply be an infinite prison. i am the softness you seek and you are the cradle for my head and heart.

i love you, peter b. parker.

entry 42:

love quotes inspire, golden strands of truth in an age of cynicism. yet for me they can never adequately capture the strands of emotion that tumble through the air whenever my my heart turns to you.

love after all transcends time, distance and even mortality. love is the greatest wonder of our age, weightless and invisible as it is. the wordsmith brings a beauty to the love, elevates it yet sometimes this very pedestal brings us to romantic notions too heady for ordinary life.

i love you like the nascent leaves of spring love warmth; i love you like the ancients loved the night sky; i love you like a cool draught of water on a summers day. love cannot be fireworks for an entire lifetime, though we've had our share. love must flow quietly, peacefully, always remaining strong.

love is nothing like finance, we don't give a certain amount to get something back; we simply give. love doesn't lead us to chide or sulk when we feel the lack of it from our partner. it shows us how to bring life and fire back to their soul, to love them back to their true selves and wellness. so, do i adore quotations of love? i do; but for me love is more... it is the greatest power we can ever know. anything else is a cruel and empty distraction.

i love you, peter b. parker.

he let himself get lost in your words, in your love, paying no attention to anything else.

entry 136:

if any one moment in time anchored my soul, creating a tether to this plane of reality, it was the moment i fell in love with you. i realized that i had a protector born of pure love and how could i not love that? how could i not love all that you are? you are the rope and knot to this vessel now in safe mooring. for that, i will forever be yours. in these words i hope you find your truth.

i love you, peter b. parker.

entry 200:

i love you, peter b. parker.

and that was the last page. he took two things home that day. the photo and the journal.

"i love you, too, angel," he whispered on his way back home, to no one really. maybe to the wind, but either way, he knew you heard it.

#tom holland x reader #spiderman #tom holland #peter parker #angst

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sagau-my-beloved · 2 years

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Just a late night drabble

Well, here you were again, faced with the sight of your lover clinging desperately to your arm at the local tavern, babbling incoherently what you could make out to be a mixture of pet names and pleas.

"Please, please please love me." Venti was practically slurring his words now, falling into you as you hastily looked around at all the people trying to catch glances at the scene. You almost felt the need to glare, surely this particular Bard being incredibly drunk wasn't an unusual sight here.

"Venti, I do love you, ok, now can we go home?"

He looked up at you, eyes wide and full of tears, trying hard to hold back obvious sobs. It was certainly a rare sight.

"Hey! Hey hey, it's ok, you're ok, no need to cry!" You were becoming increasingly alarmed with his out of sorts behavior, trying to brush off some of the stray tears as he went on babbling in that same slurred manner.

"You can't, you can't get rid of me, I'm too useful you know..."

The way he said it, as if it was a matter of fact thing, a casual reminder thrown to quell certain unrest.

He then stopped a moment, expression morphing into one of intense thought, as if he was pondering the weight of his own words. It didn't seem as though he reached a satisfying conclusion, as fresh tears clouded his vision almost instantly.

"Venti—"

"I'm not useful enough to you, I'm a god but that's not worth anything if I can't use it to help you."

You took a quick glance around the room at his words, thankful to find that most of the other patrons eyes had wandered back to their own drinks.

"You can't just say that stuff in public." You scolded with a harsh whisper, causing Venti's eyes to widen, as if he only just noticed there was more people in the tavern than just the two of you.

You were starting to piece together where this might have stemmed from, and your tendency to take on a lot of other people's problems without even considering asking him for help might just have been the cause.

Letting out a quick sigh, you quickly grabbed your drunk lovers hand and pulled him to the upper floor of the bar, away from prying ears. Venti practically fell on top of you after stumbling to a secluded table in the corner, he didn't seem particularly discontent with the position and opted to stay there, choosing to rest his head on your shoulder as you tentatively tried to provide touches of comfort.

"Listen," he immediately perked up at the sound of your voice, looking up at you as if he was hanging on to every word, "You are useful, but I would like you even if you weren't."

The words didn't seem to come out exactly how you intended them to, but it was better than saying nothing.

He seemed to contemplate them for a moment.

"Rely on me, please rely on me I need you to." It was more akin to a desperate plea than an actual request, spoken as if he couldn't take another breath without knowing that you would.

Your silence didn't spark confidence, "I promise I can take it, whatever it is, I'd take it a thousand times for you."

You could practically feel his breath against your neck as he mumbled the last line, causing you to shiver.

This had been bugging Venti for awhile, every time you asked another friend of yours to help you out with a commission, every time you came back home stressed or tired or god forbid injured, every time you refused to go into detail about exactly how your day was spent, skirted around his persistent questions on how you were doing mentally.

Did you simply not trust him? Did it have to do with the fact he didn't appear strong enough to take on whatever burdens you bore? He would prove his strength to you, his dedication, if only you asked him to.

"I'm worthless if I can't be useful to the one person I care about."

You stiffened slightly at the implications behind that, your grip loosening to push him back so that you could see eye to eye.

"Don't speak like that, you have worth outside of me and I certainly can't be the only person you care about."

That's what you wanted to tell yourself at least, but his expression of hazy confusion mixed with the smile of someone telling a well kept secret caused only doubt to bloom.

"I love you more than all of Teyvat, no all the stars and life in the entire universe. I love you more than every single living thing combined." He continued rambling on for a few minutes, listing off things bigger and smaller than the next, slurring almost every word.

"I would do anything for you," Venti sighed out when he realized you were no longer paying attention, "Please, let me do anything for you."

You knew that this had the possibility of leading in to a rather serious conversation, one that wouldn't exactly prove to be beneficial if he didn't remember it the next morning. So you simply responded with a hum of acknowledgement, mentally filing it away for a later date.

Of course Venti interpreted that hum as dismissive, taking it as yet another sign of your refusal to share any part of your internal world with him.

He chose to let out a whine, collapsing back on top of you, mentally begging you to say anything at all.

The odds didn't seem to be particularly in his favor as silence continued to linger.

"I'll do anything you want, anything at all, there's nothing I wouldn't do for you."

You knew that, you knew it and you didn't want to take advantage of it, of him. Wouldn't it be kind of excessive to bring a god along on a simple hilichurl camp clean out commission? It almost felt insulting, like a waste of his talents or status.

You mulled over that line of thought for a little bit, unable to keep it fully off your face.

Venti picked up on it.

"Tell me what you're thinking, please."

You hesitated moment with your words, trying to find the easiest non-offensive way to say you didn't want to use him because you felt you weren't his equal.

"Those commissions would bore you, it would just prove to be a waste of time."

Venti, even in his incredibly non-sober state, managed to read between lines.

"Do you feel guilty asking me for help?"

The softness of his tone combined with the bluntness of the statement itself caused you to tense up slightly, that was answer enough.

"My beloved," it was whispered this time, softly as he wrapped his arms around your neck, resting his head just above your collarbone, "I want to dedicate all of myself fully to you, you don't have to reserve calling on my help for world saving situations only, the rest of the world doesn't even matter when compared to you anyways."

You felt your body heat up at the words, and you could absolutely feel the lopsided grin that formed on his face in response.

A minute passed, and then another, followed by a few more, all without a single word spoken between the two of you. How could you even begin to respond to that?

It was around the seventh or eighth minute mark in which a sound was actually made, and it was none other than Venti snoring.

Ah.

He fell asleep...

Well, it looked as if this would be yet another night in which you carried him home from the Tavern, another night where the words spoken between the two of you wouldn't be remembered in the morning, or at least that's what you assumed.

This particular time, however, you would find yourself to be mistaken, as a particular Archon made sure every single word you spoke was committed to memory.

And when the morning came, maybe it was finally high time said Archon found out exactly who made it so that you felt you couldn't rely on him, the person who made the mistake of making you feel inferior.

Venti had a few choice words set aside for just this occasion, and it really would be a shame to waste them.

#genshin impact #genshin venti #venti x reader #genshin x reader #yandere genshin au #yandere genshin x reader #wow it's an actual work #kinda at least #too tired to format or go over it with a fine tooth comb for mistakes #might do it in the morning #goodnight all

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with-love-from-hell · 8 months

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Ashes

Written for Gn!mc

Genre: hurt/comfort

Pairing: Lucifer x Mc

Cw: depression implication, self-loathing

A/n: I wrote this at 4am when I couldn't sleep and was in my feelings.

"Darling, what seems to be troubling you?" Lucifer sighs, easing himself down on the bed by your feet. He caresses your calf, running his thumb along the muscle. The movement was intentional enough that you could feel it through the weight of your duvet, but gentle enough that it felt like a mere tickle.

"I'm fine." The lie slipped through your teeth easily. Anyone else would have left you too your swarm of negative thoughts and emotions, passing off the dismissive lie as you just being fatigued or in need of some alone time...but Lucifer knew you better than anyone else. What's more, he's someone you found difficult to lie to.

Lucifer sighed, squeezing your calf through the blanket. "Come now, Mc. You needn't hide things from me."

You bite your lip, trying to hold back the tears that threaten to spill past your eyelids. What could you even say? You couldn't exactly pinpoint the thing that had put you in a dour mood. The whole day seemed to weigh on you like an anvil, each mild inconvenience or small stress seeming to cause the weight to grow heavier and heavier until you could no longer carry it. Lucifer was a logical man- a man of reason. If you were to tell him that you didn't know what had you so down, you could just imagine the annoyed response he'd give. Sure, he loved you. You knew that. But he only had so much time, energy, and patience to give. If you didn't have anything to offer as a reason for your suffering, then you weren't worthy of the effort it took to console you.

"...Mc." Lucifer repeated your name, but the normal stern tone his voice would take when his brothers didn't respond to their name being called wasn't there. It was soft, laced only with concern and a desire to sooth.

"I...I dont know..." You glance to him uneasily as the tears slipped past your eyes. You close them, not wanting to look him in the eyes as you began to cry, feeling shameful for not having the words to explain your emotions, and for burdening the busy demon with your problems.

In an instant, Lucifer gathered you in his arms. He situated you in his lap so that he could cradle you close to his chest, letting your tears freely stain his freshly pressed suit. His thumb circled the center of your back, tracing the bumpy parts of your spine that stoof out slightly from the rest of your skin.

Your breaths caught in your throat as you tried to stop yourself from sobbing, but it only made the tears fall harder. You cursed yourself, not liking that you looked so pitiful in front of the Avatar of Pride. He surely must think you're a fool.

Squeezing your eyes shut tighter, you clung to him, scolding yourself for being such a mess. Your thoughts were mean- some down right abusive- as you chastised your inability to save face, and questioning your worth to the man who always sacrificed so much for you- and for what? So you can have a breakdown in his arms; blubbering incoherently because you can't place why you're just so fucking sad.

"I'm...I'm sorry..." your voice cracks as you mutter out the words into his chest. "I'm sorry..."

"It's alright, there's no reason to apologize." He cooed, barely resting his chin atop your head. "We needn't discuss what's causing your heartache right this instant. Take all the time you need."

He contunued rubbing circles into your back, rocking you ever-so gently side-to-side. Its during times like this that he wonders how you would feel if you could read his thoughts. Clearly, your lowly opion of yourself was projected onto him, while he saw you as his entire world. If you were hurting, then he was too. If he could, he would bring all three realms to their knees in order to protect you, and he wanted so desperately for you to believe that. He knew that after going so much of your life feeling nothing but animosity toward yourself would result in this knowledge taking a significant amount of time to seep in...but the desperation he felt in needing you to see what he saw when he looked at you was immense. Just once, he wished he could show you how much you meant to him- and to his family, as well. And he internally cursed the individual or individuals who made you believe you were worthless.

He took a shallow breath, humming contently as he gripped you tighter. For now, he needed to push that aside. What mattered now was that you needed him, no matter the reason. And when you needed him, he was there.

Always.

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trashlie · 3 months

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GOD today's Love and Deepspace update has me ON MY KNEES i am alkfjalfjkalfkjakfkjafkafjka LISTEN I read Xavier's third anecdote BEFORE I HAD AN 11 A.M. MEETING I HAD TO STOP MY CRYING AND TRY TO MAKE MYSELF SOUND LIKE I TOTALLY HADN'T JUST SPENT 10 MINUTES CRYING not my finest hour but I never said I make wise choices LMAO ajkfjkafjkafkafjkkajf I'm going to put all my incoherent spoilery thoughts under the cut but god I just have to say that yes, it's confirmed, I think Xavier really is my favorite, in the "I love them all so much and I want to gobble up this story and I need all of the lore but I will go for him above all others" kind of way LMAO like alkfjakjfjaf Xavier and MC just hit all my catnip boxes okay?

You can't fight your true nature lol

As a loyal Kiro fan I knew I would lean Xavier but I really wanted to give myself the benefit of the doubt and pretend I might make a different choice for once lol

Spoilers for chapter 8, as well as Rafayel and Xavier's third anecdotes let's goooooooooooo (and once again touching on Xavier's myth)

I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS I'M SO TENDER AND HEARTACHEY ;~;

Something I continue to love about LADS is that the LIs give MC so much agency. I firmly believe with certainty that Rafayel is not betraying MC; after all, they've already talked about needing bait for a big fish, so even IF there's a chance this part isn't planned, I believe he knows that she is capable of getting herself out of this situation, that she will handle what's being thrown at her. "Do you really think they can handle the prey I caught?" Rafayel, like Xavier, and I'm sure like Zayne, knows she's capable of handling herself, and I love this aspect so much! Babying MCs gets soooo boring.

In fact, the thing about Rafayel is despite the fact that she seems to have forgotten (in his eyes) about the promise they made, he has so much faith in her. That's half his problem, really; if he could let go, maybe he wouldn't be so hurt and hung up, but he just has so much faith in her, in her capabilities, in what she can pull off. Papergames' writing is so clever here, leaving us off in chapter 7 with that moment of hesitation, where it appears like he almost leaves at the bottom of the ocean (and probably strongly considers it!) prior to getting her to safety and then taking on the Wanderer, only to turn around and make it look like he's lured her into a trap - but he and MC have talked about this! This is what she wants! Even if he DOES have ulterior motives, I still don't believe this is an act of betrayal - MC is going to do whatever she can to enter the N109 Zone, better it be this way than another.

These are not games where we can just look at the surface and call it what it looks like. And MC is not so naive. Again, she knows what she has to do to get in, and she's partaking in it. And Rafayel knows she won't make it easy for anyone in there.

I'm sure if it were up to him or Xavier, she wouldn't be entering such a dangerous place, but it's not up to them. They aren't her handlers, so they trust her to take care of herself, and it's so refreshing to see.

I think, too, Rafayel is doing exactly what Xavier told MC to do. He, too, has a role to play in his quest for revenge, in his relationship with this organization. He can't show his weakness, he can't show his fears. He can only trust that MC knows what she's doing and that she will take care of herself and has a way out, that if things go south, she'll get out of there (and maybe try to find a way to help her if he can lol).

I think some people look at characters like Rafayel and Xavier and only see what's on the very surface: a needy, clingy, drama queen; and a stoic, calm man. But why do you think they have bounties on their heads like that? And such large ones, at that? $100,000,000 for Xavier!!!!!! Rafayel is as cunning and clever as he is sassy and dramatic, as ruthless and cold as he is sensitive and emotional (in fact, that is likely why he is so ruthless and cold, someone so sensitive is so hurt by what has happened to his people, to his family, to the hurt and betrayals he has experienced). They're so much more than what you see on the surface, so full of depth and nuance and GOD I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. Like I said before, I don't love Rafayel in spite of the resentment, I love him for it.

And Xavier, my GOD ;______; This chapter was such a feast for the Xavier fans lol His third anecdote BROKE me, just absolutely devastated me. That must have been the very first "version" of MC, the first time they ever met, the first time he fell for her, and it's so easy to see why he did - how she just saw him for him, how she helped buy him those pockets of freedom, the curiosity she took in him that enabled to help him. His desperation to help her, but coming back too late ;_____; THE AGONYYYYYYYYYY THE DEVASTATION ;_____; Losing her for the first time, AS SHE DIED IN HIS ARMS HELLO?! The reassurance she'll meet him again in her next life, that no matter how many times it takes, no matter where she is, he'll find her ;__________;

The certainty that he's the same Xavier from the myths, because she is the one who gave him the star charm, the one MC of the myth is so jealous of LMAO that he has lost her before and here he is, having finally found her, and having to assist her in preparation for such a dangerous mission. And again, I just love the agency - that he doesn't talk her out of it. Instead, he prepares her. Gives her everything she needs to go best protect herself and go in with a fighting's chance.

Even though there's a chance he could lose her again, that unwavering faith. ;~;

Something I especially loved about this was the inclusion of Jeremiah, because as @poisonheart pointed out, Jeremiah is the one who has seen both MC and Xavier without the other, knows what they mean to each other, and the significance of now, of a reunion, even if she doesn't know it's a reunion. And not just for Xavier, but for himself! She was his friend, too! Xavier isn't the only one who lost her. I still don't know what happened to her, but he lost her, too. "Were you able to stay calm when you saw her for the first time?" Because he probably struggled to do so! He even slipped up, telling her he didn't think he'd ever get a chance to help her.

It's such a momentous moment and she doesn't even know because they have these memories of a version of herself she doesn't know, a version of herself she knows nothing of ;~; And it breaks my heart.

There's something so understated about Xavier's "stoicism" - everything he has to mask, the hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of years that he's spent quelling feelings. That he carries these memories and feelings that have never gone out, for someone who has had to get to know him all over again. Isn't that agonizing to think about? Meeting someone who you have an entire history with, so many memories of, but has no recollection, no knowledge of you? Meeting her again and waiting for feelings to blossom again - hoping they will because what if this is the time it doesn't happen what if this version of her never does - like WHAT IS THAT LIKE having to keep yourself at bay holding back your own feelings ;______;

MY AGONYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

And more than that it's like.... Jeremiah even mentioned the non interference rule and it certainly seems like Xavier maybe attempted it but.... how do you maintain that, how do you NOT interfere, when the person you've been searching for is right there, when something so awful has happened to her, when so many eyes are on her, when she's in such danger?

I JUST HAVE SO MANY FEEEEELIIIIIIINGGGSSSS ABOUT THEEEEEEMMMMMM ;________;

#Love and Deepspace #LADS Brainrot #Love and Deepspace spoilers #LADS Xavier #this post doesn't even say anything i'm just screaming my feelings into the void LMAO #GOD #too sleepy to write a good post forgive me

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