#not only 1 but 2 pieces for this week ♡

[pellucid-constellations]

If It All Fell (3)

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Summary: If it all fell apart—if you forgot who you were—would you love him again? Would the bond guide you back? Azriel doesn't know if that uncertainty is one he can bear.

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: Angst (obvi)

a/n: It's about to reallyyyy get started in the next part (I promise there will be fluff in this fic eventually). Thank you so much for reading and interacting with this series ❤️❤️ I love writing it!!

Part 1 ♡ Part 2 ☆ Part 4 ☼

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Mor’s fingers slid along book spines as she circled the room. A fire crackled and popped beneath the mantle, providing ambiance as the blonde retold another story of your life. You, unsure how to move about the space, remained seated in a rather large chair with an uncomfortably low back. 

“Gods, you wouldn’t talk to Rhys for a week. He was beside himself,” she laughed, shaking her head in faint fondness. “You refused to stay at the House out of pure spite. That’s when you and Azriel decided—” 

She cut herself off, nearly tripping on the ornate rug under your chair.  

“When Azriel and I decided what?” you probed. 

Mor bit into her lip, taking a large breath. “That story is for another time.” 

You hummed, hiding your frustration beneath a close-lipped grin. 

A story for another time.

This was your story, and yet, there were so many pieces that weren’t making sense. There was so much being kept from you—you could feel it—but why? Why did Mor omit some things and freely speak of others? Why was the topic of Azriel so… taboo? 

Your thoughts traveled back to the lunch yesterday, the way Azriel had abruptly vanished. He hadn’t been able to spend even an hour in your presence. The rest of the meal had been tense, with Cassian attempting to save your feelings by sending subtle jabs Azriel’s way and Mor shooting daggers at the swinging door. 

Maybe you and Azriel were enemies? It certainly didn’t feel that way whenever he was around. Granted, you’d only seen him twice since waking up, but those two times weren’t filled with hostility or ire, were they? 

Mor moved over to the window. You clenched the cushion of your chair between tense fingers. 

Did Azriel not like you? 

The thought sent daggers through your chest, which was odd, considering the man had only spoken about four words to you. But… he had to like you, didn’t he? When Mor spoke of your family, of your place in this court, she always included Azriel. He was always some part of the stories of your life. 

But that didn’t mean the two of you were friends. 

That didn’t mean he liked being around you. 

Perhaps the Inner Circle was attempting to rewrite history—reform a bond between friends that had long been burned. Maybe the two of you had constant disagreements and fights and the rest of them were sick of it, using your lack of memories to drive you back together. That would certainly explain Azriel’s disappearance yesterday. 

The conclusion ate away at you. It ate and ate until you were left feeling hollow. How could one person—a person you didn’t even know—be affecting you so much? There was a vast array of other problems you should be dwelling on. 

“He doesn't like me very much, does he?” 

You hadn’t meant to ask the question; the words had spilled out without permission. 

Mor’s head jutted back in confusion, her mouth opening in the shape of a scoff. “Who?”

“Azriel,” you clarified, suddenly feeling so small in the large, confusing chair you sat in. “I know I lost my memory, but I still grasp context clues, Mor. You’re always hesitant to speak of him and he didn’t exactly seem overjoyed to be spending time with me yesterday. Listen—” you held your hand up, stopping Mor from giving you the excuses you could see welling up “—I don’t care, okay? I don’t care how bad it all sounds. I just want to know the truth. I can’t… I can’t even begin to figure this all out without the complete truth.” 

The conflicted twist of Mor’s brow was glaringly apparent. She brought her fingers together at her waistline, fidgeting with them in what you assumed to be a nervous habit.

A lick of sympathy made you add, “Come on, it can’t be that bad, right? Whatever it is?” 

A pause.

“I don’t know if I should be the one to explain this all to you,” Mor said, struggling over each word. 

“It seems like no one else will.” You stood from your chair, ignoring the strange sense of loss from your departure. Did the rest of this room smell so much of cedar and night-kissed air? “Please, Mor. I’m so confused. I know more about myself, about you and I—you’ve done a wonderful job at that—but… I need to know everything. There’s a chance that I… a chance that I don’t get my memories back. I need to know who I am. Every part.” 

You brought your hands up to grasp at Mor’s, pleading with her through your gaze. Your friend—she had become your friend—stared back at you with so much disparaged hope. 

“You could still—” 

“Please, Mor.” 

You squeezed her fingers. 

She closed her eyes and sighed. 

“Y/n, Azriel—” 

Something crashed, causing Mor to yank your hands back until you were secure behind her, her body acting as a shield between you and the door. There was another bang, a panicked voice, and then heavy footsteps. Your back pressed against the glass window, a chill sinking into your bones. 

“—in her and Az’s reading room.”

The door slammed open not a moment later, Cassian bursting through in a frazzled state. He quickly scanned the room before landing on you and Mor. He locked eyes with the blonde, gave a quick nod, almost indistinguishable, and then turned his gaze to you. 

“You want to meet our High Lord?” 

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You could feel the tension the moment you stepped into the room. 

Shadows battled for purchase around Azriel, his fists clenched at his sides as he stood opposite Rhysand. A desk separated them, filled with papers and books and notes. Neither made any indication that they had heard your group enter the office until Rhysand shot his eyes to the corner of his vision.

Azriel sighed, deep and menacing, as if Rhysand had insulted him gravely. 

But he hadn’t said anything. 

Rhysand’s jaw shifted to the side. 

Cassian spoke, and it was then you realized his arm was pressing you back into the doorway. “Everything good in here?” 

Mor stood ground behind you, keeping a firm hand on your back. 

“Everything is fine,” Rhysand replied, steady voice matching his steady gaze on the male in front of him.

“You both sure? Because you told me to get her and I don’t know if having two Illyrians—” 

“Everything is fine, Cassian,” Rhysand repeated. Some of the tension left him. With a sharp look in Azriel’s direction, he turned his attention toward you, craning his head to the side to catch you behind Cassian’s broad shoulders. “Hello, y/n.” 

A nervous breath left you; whether it was from the hostility in the room or the greeting from the High Lord, you didn’t know. When Cassian nodded to Azriel and moved to the side, allowing you a full entrance, you glanced around quickly and caught the eyes of each person once, and then twice. 

You licked your drying lips. “High Lord,” you responded, bending at the knee and lowering your gaze. 

You had no recollection as to how long a bow was supposed to last. There was just some intrinsic part of you that knew the gesture was needed. Rhysand was a High Lord and you were… well, you weren’t sure what your title was—if you even had one. What your place was within this court. 

No one had deigned to tell you. 

When you rose after a seemingly acceptable amount of time, you were met with a still silence. All of the previous tension in the room melted away to create space for the stifling pause that permeated the air. Rhysand blinked at you, and then blinked again. 

And then he had to cover his mouth because he began laughing. 

A new emotion you could not remember experiencing invaded every inch of your body. It took you several seconds of enduring Rhysand’s muffled laugh before you recognized it as mortification. Pure, unadulterated mortification. 

You clasped your hands together in front of your waist and took a harrowing breath in, trying to fight back the sudden burn in your nose. 

Azriel, who had been watching you with careful grace since you stepped out from behind Cassian, turned his head with a sharp snap and growled at his High Lord. The leather around his fingers, placed there to keep his blazing siphons in place, groaned as his fists constricted once more. 

Rhysand banished the argument before it began, attempting to wipe away the laugh with his fingers. “I’m—I’m sorry, y/n,” he chuckled, collecting himself further, tucking his hands in his pockets. “I know this is not funny for you, but… but I have never seen you do that a day in your life. And you have met several High Lords.” 

You glanced around to gauge the reactions of the others in the room, finding Cassian with his tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek to fight a smile and Mor staring up at the ceiling, in the midst of that same battle. Some of the embarrassment fled, but it was only replaced with confusion. 

“I.. I’m sorry, I just assumed—because you’re a High Lord, I assumed your station required—” 

Rhysand shook his head and gently corrected your rambling. “In a public space, perhaps. Maybe not in Velaris. And certainly not from someone I consider to be a sister.”

A sister. 

Your family. 

Right.

“I’m sure Helion would welcome the greeting,” Cassian huffed out from beside you, his words laced with an unrealized laugh. “Especially since the last time you greeted the High Lord of Day you told him to never again try baking in his entire immortal life. Not even a hello.” 

Whatever discussion was occurring prior to your entrance was long forgotten. Even Azriel cracked a smile at that, and the room was filled with more than Rhysand’s laughs. The sounds, although new for you, had a smile tugging at your own lips. It was the first time since you woke up that no one was frowning at you, or fighting off tears, or storming away in bouts of shadows. 

In fact, the feeling was so jarring you found yourself laughing as well—a tentative laugh, but one of the first that felt real. 

It was a few more moments of joyous forgetting before silence took over again, but it was a lighter silence this time. Rhysand motioned to the chair facing his desk, and you took the seat, Cassian standing tall behind you, Mor positioning herself on the arm. 

Azriel remained standing just a step away. 

His face was void of a smile once again. 

Rhysand cleared his throat. “It seems wrong to introduce myself now, but I must ask that you call me Rhys—or Rhysand, if I’ve really done something to piss you off. But not High Lord.” When you only nodded in agreement, he looked down at his desk, something lost in his eye. “I’m sorry I haven’t been around for you sooner. I’ve been researching—trying to figure this out.” 

“I know. Thank you, Hi—Rhys,” you corrected. Cassian squeezed your shoulder from behind. A shadow followed the movement, slinking down from the Illyrian’s hand to loop around your neck. 

“There isn’t much literature on witches, unfortunately. Not here. I’ve had Amren, another member of our court, looking through what she knows. She—well, she knows a great deal about many things that we don’t understand.” Rhysand sighed. Humor left him. “The consensus so far is that anything done by a witch can only be undone by that witch. Meaning—” 

“Meaning there’s no hope unless we can find her,” you finished for him. “But—” your brows furrowed “—I’m the only one who saw her. Mor’s told me about that day. No one else saw the witch but me and now I…” 

The burning in your nose was back, this time accompanied by the pounding in your head and the pressure in your chest. Both had become constants in your life. A sickening sort of panic twisted its way through you, leaving your breath unsteady even as Cassian ran a comforting hand over your shoulders and Mor offered silent encouragement at your side. 

The only thing keeping your tears at bay were the shadows that had sought you out, their presence tickling your skin and serving as a distraction. That, and the azure glow continuously catching the corner of your eye as Azriel clenched and unclenched his fist. 

“There are two avenues we can take,” Rhys offered with a kind, calm smile. “I am able to see into minds, oftentimes past what even you might be cognizant of. If you allow me to, I can enter your memories and take a look… maybe see the witch or something useful.”  

You could make it worse.

You remembered bits and pieces from the day you were attacked, but some things were clearer than others. You had no idea who said what, but you knew someone had warned Rhys against this—someone had wrapped themselves around you and kept him far, far away. 

“Would that hurt?” you asked. 

A trembling exhale fell from the shadowsinger’s lips. You turned to look at him, but he kept his eyes forward. 

“I would do my best to ensure that it didn’t,” Rhys comforted, his own eyes darting from Azriel and back to you. “At any sign of discomfort, I would stop. The goal would just be to see where your memories lay, if they were accessible at all. And to see if there was anything hidden about the witch.” 

You nodded, trying to reconvene privately as you stared down at your fingers.

He would just take a look. Maybe it would somehow stop this incessant pounding in your head or maybe he would be able to see the memory of the witch. Maybe your memories were there, and you just didn’t have access to them yourself. 

Maybe, maybe, maybe…

“If you aren’t comfortable with that—” Azriel’s low voice cut through your rampage of thoughts. “—we still have several people looking for information. As spymaster, I can assure you that all personnel available are on the hunt in Spring Court.” 

You looked up, and Azriel met your eye for the first time since that disastrous lunch. Something felt like it fractured within you, a desolation so sharp it stung, but just as abruptly, that feeling washed away. It felt as if it seeped through some crack only to be reined in and slammed behind several locked doors.

You rubbed at your chest in an attempt to soothe the ache the feeling left. Azriel flickered his gaze down to watch your hand, clenched his jaw, and then looked back up. Softer this time—an apology you couldn’t comprehend. 

“Thank you,” you whispered. “It means a lot that you are spending so much time on this. I—I can’t begin to thank you fully.” 

Some of the conviction you had grown so used to seeing on Azriel’s face crumbled. He took a half-step towards you, a seemingly unconscious movement. 

“Anything.” His voice was so soft it was almost a whisper. “Y/n, anything.” 

It wasn't until Rhys spoke again that you were snapped out of the trance Azriel had locked you in. “I cannot guarantee I will see anything, if you choose to allow me in,” the High Lord explained. When you looked over at him, a sad smile lingered. “Which is why an alternative may be needed.” 

“Of course,” you nodded, an encouragement for him to continue. 

Rhys pushed his fingers together as they sat atop his desk. “We would take you to Day Court. Helion—the High Lord Cassian mentioned—is skilled in spell-cleaving. He may be able to undo some of what the witch did, if that’s possible. Or just give us a better read on the situation.” 

Mor startled from beside you, “Rhys—” 

“It wouldn’t be like last time,” Rhys placated, once again glancing toward the shadowsinger. “It wouldn’t.” 

“Couldn’t Feyre—” 

“She doesn’t have that much control over each of the court powers yet. We—we tried.” 

“Feyre?” you asked, but the question was directed to no one and no one answered it. 

“It’s a brilliant plan, isn’t it?” Azriel spit out, vitrole tainting each syllable. The heat rose in the room.

Cassian cut in this time, his voice a vibration at the back of your head. “Azriel, maybe—” 

You couldn’t focus on anything they were saying as each line spoken left you with more questions, more pieces you couldn’t connect. Azriel was mad, Mor was concerned, Cassian was attempting to play the mediator. You had no idea what role Rhys filled, but you assumed it was the level-headed High Lord who only wanted the best for his court. 

But Azriel was too livid and that emotion drowned out all the rest. 

It wouldn’t be like last time. 

What happened last time? 

“I can’t go through that again,” Azriel stressed, his palm now flat on the wood of Rhys’s desk. “We can’t put her through that again.” 

But it had sounded like the Night Court was friendly with Day; Cassian made it seem like you were close enough with Helion to make jabs at his cooking. 

Put you through what? 

“Maybe,” Cassian gritted out, his fingers kneading comfort into your arm. “This isn’t the best discussion to be having. Maybe we start with the first plan and if Rhys can’t find anything, we talk about it.” 

Azriel leaned away from the desk, a sharp breath leaving his nose. The shadows that had swarmed around him calmed and flowed along the floor, stopping at your feet. A link between the two of you, it looked like—like a thread or a river or a bridge. 

You expected Azriel to leave again, to storm off and avoid this entire situation. You wouldn’t exactly blame him; even with Cassian’s negotiation, there were still so many contingencies and unknowns. This wasn’t simple or clear cut, and it would take a lot of time—time perhaps not so willingly given. 

But he didn’t. 

Azriel bit back a snarl and pushed back into the shadows, but he didn’t leave. 

You felt his eyes on you from the corner of the room, and something within you calmed while something else chafed. 

Amidst a soft ringing in your ears, you caught Mor’s low grumble. “At least now we know why they were at each other’s throats when we walked in.” 

Cassian scoffed out a disbelieving sound. 

And you… you gave in to a few of the tears that had been burning behind your eyes, completely missing that the crack in your chest had returned. Completely missing that it was the cause—emotions that weren't entirely yours influencing the dampness on your cheeks.

Part 4 ☼

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[vioartemis]

Friends?

(Wednesday Addams x fem! reader)

Summary: One day, in the library, you catch Wednesday's attention... Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 Warnings: none a/n: expect a part 2, not proof read, it was in my drafts for like 3months now so I can't guaranty it's not awful (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

Wednesday pushed the library’s door and directly walked to the aisle she knew had the books she needed. After 10 minutes spent in said aisle, she let out a frustrated sigh; she couldn’t find the books, which meant someone either borrowed them already -which was unlikely, or the librarian forgot to put them back on the shelves.

Either way, it annoyed her.

Now she had to talk to the librarian to ask if the books were here, and it would probably take longer than necessary.

When she arrived at the desk with a blank expression, the woman was writing something on her computer, not sparing Wednesday a glance.

“I would like to borrow some books.” She said through gritted teeth, causing the librarian to look up

“What books?”

Wednesday put a piece of paper with the references of the books on the desk as an answer.

“Botanical curses & poisons, and The supernatural” the woman read out loud “You’re lucky, they’ve just got returned”

Wednesday raised an eyebrow. Even if she did think it could’ve happened, she was still surprised. She didn’t actually think anyone else would ever borrow these books. It wasn’t common seeing someone read that kind of books -or read at all. And usually Nevermore students only read the books in the school’s library.

She didn’t hear the door while she was in the aisle, which meant the person was still there. Maybe she had found a classmate with the same interests as her? Which didn’t mean she would try to befriend them, but it was always good to know.

“If you’re looking for the girl, she’s in the aisles over there” the librarian said, as she had already put the books on the desk

Wednesday looked at her, a frown on her face, but nodded once and grabbed the books.

She then walked to the aisles the woman talked about. And here you were, looking at the books on the shelves, reading the back of one while holding another in your arms; Royal art of poison. Wednesday had read that book before, she recognize it was a good one.

Her attention then shifted on your face, even if she could only see your profile. She was sure she never saw you at Nevermore. She usually had a good memory for that kind of things, so maybe you didn’t have classes in common.

After looking you up and down, she walked out of the building to go back to Nevermore.

On the way there, she couldn’t help but think if she had seen you in the hallways, she would’ve never thought you would read this type of books.

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The following week, Wednesday tried to find you in the school. Unconsciously at first, as she didn’t really care, but then it became more and more important to her as she couldn’t seem to see you. That frustrated her. You had to be somewhere.

And yet she couldn’t find you.

She always got what she wanted, it was unusual for her to ‘fail’. So naturally, she decided to go back to the library.

When she did, she wandered in the aisles, looking for you. Unsuccessfully. It was like you didn’t even exist.

She felt like she was losing her mind, and it wasn’t as fun as she anticipated.

Just as she was about to go back in the aisle she saw you in for the first time, she saw Thing out of the corner of her eye. He was pointing a nearby aisle, signaling you were in there.

You were indeed in the aisle, looking at the books on the shelf in front of you. Venomous was already in your hands. A book about earth’s deadliest creatures… Wednesday thought.

Then your hand rose up to pick up another book; The Black Dahlia.

Now Wednesday was really interested by you. She never met anyone who knew about her favorite unsolved murder case, let alone read about it.

She took some step closer to you and grabbed a book on the shelf.

“You might as well read this one, if you’re interested in the Black Dahlia case.” she said as she handed you the book

You gave her a surprised look, not expecting anyone to recommend you any books in that section, let alone about this case.

“Oh, thanks” you grabbed the book “Do you know much about this case?”

“Of course, for it is my favorite unsolved murder. How come you know about it?”

“I saw a documentary on tv yesterday. Just thought I’d read some more about it. It seems to be a very interesting case” you explained

“Indeed.” A little pause “So what are you? Werewolf? Siren? Psychic?”

You frowned, confused as to why she would ask that.

“Are you from Nevermore?” you asked

“Are you not?”

You shook your head.

“I’m at Jericho High, sadly”

“‘Sadly’?”

You nodded.

“There’s a bunch of idiots there. Like- a whole bunch. I don’t really fit in. They’re all about social medias, hating on outcasts for no reason”

Wednesday looked at you, waiting for you to continue and explain yourself.

“I prefer books, even if I have to admit that scrolling on Pinterest while listening to music can be addicting. As for outcasts… I’ve always been interested in them, especially vampires. But I mean- every ‘class’ of outcasts I read about was interesting”

The raven took a moment to think about what you just said.

“It’s unusual to see a normie who doesn’t hate outcasts. Are you sure you’re a normie?”

“Pretty sure, yeah”

She looked you up and down after that, analyzing you. You seemed to be honest, she didn’t sense any hostility coming from you.

The following days, Wednesday caught herself thinking about your conversation, and by extension, about you. As much as it pained her to admit, something in you attracted her. Or at least made her ant to know more about you, which led her to the library once again.

This time, you were sitting at a table, reading another book about poisonous plants, some other books stacked next to you.

“Are you planning to murder someone?” she asked as she sat on the chair facing you

“Holy shit…! Do you make a habit out of scaring people?” you asked, half joking, a hand on your chest after her voice made you jump

“It’s more of a hobby. Who is going to be your victim?”

“No one!” you chuckled, once your heartbeat calmed down a bit “I’m just trying to find information about Aconitum, like where it grows, etc”

“Why?”

“I want to experiment with it myself, simple curiosity” you shrug

So you did want to poison someone. Interesting. She thought.

“No, no, I can guess what you’re thinking. I’m not trying to kill anyone. But you never know when that kind of information can be useful”

“Indeed.” she nodded, even if she was a bit disappointed

“And if I did want to kill someone, I would probably use something else like Nightshade or the Nerium Oleander -but I’d have to find some first” you added “Anyways, I need to go, I have class… See you later, maybe?”

Wednesday looked at you as you packed your things and left the library, not without putting the books back on their shelves. You definitely had a little something that made her look forward to the next time she would be in your company. That thought surprised her; she usually wasn’t one to seek others’ company.

She stayed sat at the table for a few minutes, lost in thoughts, before standing up almost abruptly. She walked to the door and was about to leave, when the librarian called her.

“Hey, wait a sec!”

Wednesday turned to face the woman who got out from behind her desk. She handed something.

“What is that?”

“A micro-cassette recorder. It must have fallen from your friend’s bag when she left. I thought you could give it back to her”

“She’s not my friend.” Wednesday said blankly but took the object anyways

The librarian rolled her eyes at the smaller girl and went back to her desk while Wednesday left the library, putting your recorder in her backpack.

“What’s that?”

Wednesday looked up from her typewriter; Enid was holding the recorder.

“A micro-cassette recorder.” she simply said “Put it back where it was, Enid.”

“Oooh what are you doing with it? Recording podcasts? I thought your thing was novels” the blonde continued, not listening

“‘My thing’ is novels.”

“Then what’s on this recorder?”

Before the raven could say anything else, the werewolf pressed the play button.

“Okay… Is it recording? Ah, yes, the numbers are moving. Okay okay… um… Where do I even start? God I must look so dumb talking to that thing… Anyways. Uh�� Day 1 of research on outcasts, I guess? Is that how they do in movies?”

The recorder stopped playing, for Wednesday had pressed the button again, taking it from Enid’s hands.

“Whose voice is that? It’s not yours”

“Of course not. It’s…” she paused, looking for the right words “… it belongs to someone I met at the library.”

“Why didn’t you tell me about her?? I want to know everything!”

“There’s nothing to say.”

“Why do you have her recorder then?”

“She forgot it. I just keep it until I can give it back.”

“Hmhm, sure”

Enid said with a big smile, before going back to her activities: laying on her bed and scroll on Instagram, probably. The other girl watched her do so, then went back to her writing, putting the recorder on her desk.

After half an hour of peaceful writing, she heard Enid tell her she was going in Yoko’s dorm for whatever gossip session they had every week. From the corner of her eye, Wednesday saw the recorder move closer to her.

Thing was pushing it in her direction.

“What is it?”

“Don’t you want to hear more?” Thing signed

“I wouldn’t like it if anyone read my novel without asking me first.”

“But you’re curious”

“… Of course.”

“Listen to it then! Maybe you’ll be able to help her. She seems nice, she won’t get upset” Thing signed quickly, almost as curious as Wednesday to hear your research

“Fine. Give it to me.”

Thing pushed the recorder further so she could grab it. She did, and pressed play again, but not after a glance at Thing.

“A word to Enid and I’ll snap all your fingers.”

“Hmhm… so I borrowed this book in Jericho’s library about outcasts -I’m surprised they have books about that considering the way they see them. I think it was a pretty interesting book!”

Wednesday listened to what you had to say on that book, then fast-forwarded to a bit later on the record.

“… lost count of the days at this point. It’s crazy how I can’t find anything more than what I already read! It’s like normies’ knowledge about outcast is only the basics -not to say the clichés. God, I wish I was at Nevermore. I’m sure they have sooo much more books there. Not only about outcasts, but about poisonous plants as well!”

The raven was about to stop listening when you started speaking again.

“Oh, yesterday, I met a girl at the library! She advised me to read a certain book about The Black Dahlia case. She said she was from Nevermore. Well, she didn’t deny it. I wonder what’s her gift… But it’s a weird question to ask, isn’t it? I bet she knows lots of outcasts if she studies there…  of course she does, what I am even saying?”

The record stopped by itself after that.

Wednesday had the tiniest smile on her face. You were smart, that she had noticed when you first talked, yet hearing you speak freely like that made you sound so clumsy. You were passionate, that was for sure.

“Thing, do you think you can find her quickly?”

A knock on your bedroom window caught your attention. Your stopped what you were doing and opened it. To your surprise, a hand -without a body- ran (?) in your room.

You looked at it, mouth agape, certainly not expecting that.

“Hi…?” you said hesitantly

The hand stopped on your desk and starting signing.

“I uh… don’t speak sign language… sorry”

The hand paused, as if it was sighing.

“You can… hear me?” you asked, surprised

It gave you a thumbs up as an answer, before showing its palm to you. A message was written on it with a marker: ‘You forgot your recorder at the library. Call me.’ Followed by a phone number.

 “Thank you”

You said while typing the number on your phone, before calling it.

On the other side, Wednesday was waiting in front of Enid’s computer. She remembered how to use it from last time Enid told her. When she saw you were calling, she pressed the spacebar to pick up.

She certainly didn’t expect to see you with Thing on your shoulder.

“Hi!” you said with a smile “So you found my recorder? I was afraid someone random found it…” you paused “Your room is… more colorful that I would’ve imagined”

“It’s my roommate’s side.” Wednesday frowned, a bit offended you could think she would decorate her room this way

“Oh. What does your side looks like then?”

She turned Enid’s computer to show you -quite proudly.

“Ohh it’s nice! Wait- you have a typewriter?? That’s so cool! Like the overall decoration”

Thing typed lightly on your shoulder.

“Oh, yes, sorry. He’d like me to drive him back to Nevermore. Which I can understand, it’s a bit far away… So, we were wondering if you could open a window or something? I don’t think your principal would appreciate if someone from outside came without permission”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I know. Let’s say it’s for keeping my recorder safe, that way we’re even” you smiled

Wednesday nodded, and said she would open their window, just before your parents called you from downstairs, asking who you were talking to. While you were answering them, Thing gave the raven a thumbs up.

Of course it was your plan all along, bringing her here… she thought, a slight smile forming on her lips again. Well played.

After going out by your bedroom window, took your bike, put Thing in the little basket attached to the handlebar, and started making your way to Nevermore. On the way there, you talked with Thing; he used your phone to type and made it read the text out loud so you could hear.

When you arrived at Nevermore’s gate, you left your bike against the low wall near the entrance. To your surprise, the gate wasn’t closed -which was a good thing. You got on the school’s territory, walking silently to the school itself.

You had only ever seen it in pictures, and you had to admit, it was way cooler to see it for real.

Thing tapped your shoulder, bringing you back to reality, and pointing at a big round window with a metallic spider web on it. It was probably the dorm you had to reach.

“You could’ve told me it was on the fourth floor…”

You examined the architecture of the school, before cracking your knuckles and starting to climb.

“If I fall… I hope I won’t break too many bones”

After what seemed like an eternity, and three times almost falling, you finally reached the balcony. You took a moment to lay there, catching your breath, Thing patting your arm reassuringly.

He then disappeared inside and came back with the raven right as you were standing back up.

“Thing said you were hurt.” Wednesday said, her eyes shifting from your face to your hands, bruised by the climbing

“Oh, it’s okay. I’ve done rock-climbing with my parents before, I’m used to it”

“… If you say so.” she paused, and handed you your recorder

“I almost forgot about it” you chuckled, taking it from her hands and putting it in a pocket of your vest “Thank you”

Wednesday nodded. You did the same, as a goodbye, and were ready to go back home, when she spoke again.

“If you want more books about outcasts or something else…” she stepped forward and gave you a piece of paper “… let me know.”

You took the paper and opened it. Another phone number. You had guessed the previous one wasn’t hers, and according to what Thing told you, she never used the phone some guy gifted her.

You smiled and put the paper in your pocket.

“Thank you”

You were about to leave, but you remembered something.

“You never told me your name”

“Neither did you.”

“I’m Y/n. Y/n L/n”

“Wednesday. Wednesday Addams.”

“It was nice seeing you, Wednesday” you smiled “It’s probably going to sound weird… But I enjoy your presence, I feel understood. I hope we’ll be good friends. Anyways, good night!”

With that, you climbed down the wall, disappearing from her field of view.

Wednesday looked at the sky; it was dark, lots of clouds, but the moon was still visible behind them. It even illuminated the raven’s face.

Thing tapped in her direction.

“I only tolerate her presence. Don’t imagine things.”

More tapping, and what looked like he was rolling his eyes.

“One more word and you’re locked in the drawer until I decide otherwise.”

Thing saw it as the sign to go back inside, not wanting to risk it.

When she was alone on the balcony, Wednesday’s eyes shifted to your small form while you were getting on your way home.

Her little smile was back, that smile which was so unusual to see on her face, that only the people she really cared about ever saw.

Friends, hm? I suppose that’s what we are.

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quick bright things - eren jaeger x afab!reader, 18+!!

okay hi. after my many-months writing hiatus, i am offering up this humble creation. welcome to the world of quick bright things, caught somewhere between a fairytale and a shakespeare play and a priceless piece of jewelry. this was inspired by....a lot of things, from midsummer night's dream to saltburn to the secret history to romeo & juliet like, you name it and i've probably crammed it in here. eren is a lot different than i normally write him (or read him, for that matter), i hope you all find him as lovely as i do! this will be 2 parts (for now...), i'm not sure what else to say except i'm happy to be back and i hope you all love part 1 ₊˚⊹♡

pairing: eren jaeger x reader

wc: 10.4k

DISCLAIMER: this post contains MATURE CONTENT that is intended only for those over 18. if you are a minor, please do not read below the cut.

cws: alcohol, swearing, smut, fingering, reader has female anatomy, wet dreams, allusions to cannibalism (idk that's a stretch it's more of a metaphor), exhibitionism, cum-eating, creepy stepsiblings, rich assholes, throat-closing amounts of sexual tension, i honestly don't even know what to put here

without further ado...

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"Last year I abstained / this year I devour / without guilt / which is also an art."

“Now don’t forget: university is for discovery, for adventure.” Your mother tucks the front of your shirt into your skirt, tugs at your collar until it’s sitting prettily against the cliff of your collarbones. It’s not a good fabric, this shirt; it’s cheap and scratches uncomfortably at the summer sunburn still lingering on your chest. “It’s for finding your passions, your life path, yourself…”

“Darling, you’ve been philosophizing since breakfast. You’re going to give the poor girl a conniption.” Your father chuckles lightly, swinging the hammer at the wall of your dormitory and finishing the hanging of one of your many posters over your creaky, lofted bed. The posters are bright and colorful, almost garish in the pristine, ancient light pouring in from the windows. With a slow blink, you realize you’re going to take them down later, that they feel incongruous with the dust particles and the oak furniture.

“It’s alright, really.” You manage a smile of compromise, lips clamped tight to hold the flutter of nerves in your throat at bay. “I think I’ve got it from here.”

There’s an expectedly teary goodbye, a small monologue from your father about how much you’ve grown, and a few reminders from your mother to separate the darks and the lights when you do laundry, to focus on your studies. Just before she slips out behind her husband, she grabs you by the shoulders and presses her lips to the side of your head, kisses a blood-red print into the shell of your ear.

“Don’t forget. Find something.”

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Whether it started with that conversation or with the buildup that accompanied the thirty-six months of monotonous paper-writing and numb boredom of your first three years at Oxford, you can’t be sure. In truth, maybe your first three years weren’t all that boring, and they only seem so by comparison of everything that came after, but you can’t be entirely sure of that either.

What you can be sure of is that something down the line—between meeting Sasha in that class on Milton and squeezing her hand as the plane landed and the dozens of bottles of champagne you’ve consumed over the last weeks—something led you to this moment, standing in this kitchen somewhere outside Verona with your bare feet against the hot clay tiles, staring at the sharp angle of an unfamiliar, tanned collarbone. 

He’s coated in linen: a half-unbuttoned, burnt-orange drape of a shirt is rolled carefully up around strong forearms, and one large, boyish foot peeks out from his baggy jeans, propped up on its throne upon the opposite knee. A golden cross winks at you from his chest, nestled in the sparsest dusting of chest hair and dripping with the same peach juice that’s sliding down his Adam’s apple, from his strong chin, from the crooked smirk that’s pointed at you like a knife.

You recognize him before he speaks– this must be Eren. Sasha’s mentioned him enough times: the shock of rich, dark hair, the lakewater eyes, the way he leans back in his chair like a king and cocks his head like a trickster. This is Eren, and you tell him so.

“Guilty.” The sun compliments everything about him but his smile, a little too sharp with too much danger behind it. It’s a smile made for moonlight. “And you are?”

A memory surfaces in your mind, a cautionary childhood tale. “You can never let a fairy know your name,” Emma tells you, graver than death, crouched in the bushes beside you, “or they steal you away, and you can never be human again.”

“Well?” Eren says expectantly, head leaning even further to the left. He’s studying you, the baggy linen pants pooling around your toes and ruby-studded ears poking out of a fray of frazzled bedhead. You feel naked, feel a wild urge come over you and wonder how his eyes would glow at you if you were. You shiver, goosebumps raising in the stuffy summer air. When his lips twitch, you realize Eren’s noticed; you feel feverish.

You mumble your name at him, as if it’s something given unwillingly. Waking the espresso machine seems like the right thing to do with your hands, and you’re grateful for the noisy mechanical sounds it provides to shatter the still morning. You bring an absentminded hand to rub over the tip of your ear, feel if it’s grown to a point yet.

“We haven’t met, have we? I feel like if we had, I’d remember.”

God, you wish he’d stop talking.

“Well, do you go to Oxford?”

“Sometimes.” You roll your eyes, and he laughs, little bells and glass shattering. “I’ve been abroad for the last semester. I flew in from Egypt a couple of weeks ago.”

“Hm,” you hum to yourself, choosing a small red cup for your morning coffee. You aren’t sure what to say; the most exotic place you’ve ever visited was a seaside town three hours from your house.

You can hear his newspaper crinkling; the sound of him putting it down betrays his arrival behind you, but you still don’t expect the puff of warm breath over your shoulder. He comes into your space like he belongs there, like there’s never been a door that wasn’t held open for him to stride through. “Are you still asleep?”

Before you can answer, you hear a shriek from down the hallway, and you breathe a little sigh of relief, thanking whatever ancient gods that belong to the hills you’re in for the interruption. Venus springs to mind, and you swat her and her entourage of Graces away from you with a huff.

“You absolute asshole!” Historia comes barreling into the kitchen, dramatic, fluffy dressing robe spilling out into the unrelenting summer heat behind her. You realize that in the three weeks you’ve spent with her, you haven’t once seen her in the actual kitchen, watching the way the breakfast chef’s eyes widen at the sight of her as he hurries by with an armful of eggs.

“Stori!” Eren elegantly catches her best attempt at a tackle with the good grace you assume he does everything with, breaking out into a warm peal of laughter. “Since when do you not love a surprise?”

“Since always.” Historia’s face is scrunched up where she’s buried it into the crook of his neck, forehead red with the effort of squeezing Eren as hard as she can. “You could have at least called, I mean– ugh, I didn’t even get the chance to get your favorite–”

“Relax.” Eren urges her, rubbing soothing circles into the small of her back. He carries them both over to his seat, plopping down and curling her up in his lap like a child. Eren holds his cup of coffee to her lips temptingly, and Historia shoves it away with another scowl. You hide your giggle at her antics behind your espresso, not wanting to remind them of your presence, but enjoying the show all the same. “Brat.”

“Ow,” Historia hisses when he pinches her thigh, expression lightening when she catches sight of something on the wall. “I always forget how pretty the kitchen is here.”

“Where’s your brother?”

“Still getting dressed.” Historia’s blue eyes turn to the frescoed ceiling with an irritated huff. “You know he can’t stand to be seen in his pajamas.”

“That’s because he doesn’t wear any,” Eren remarks with an eye roll of his own. “You could have called to let me know we’d adopted such a pretty houseguest for the summer.”

Your face burns with acknowledgement, and you can feel your toes curling into the clay bricks of the floor hard enough to scrape the tip of your pinky. Eren seems satisfied at your bewilderment, letting his eyes drag over your hardly-covered chest lazy as a wandering mouth.

“Why would anyone wear pajamas under those heavy duvets? It’s almost thirty-two degrees out.” Armin breezes in in a feigned display of nonchalance, but you can see the way his eyes skim over Eren like a ship narrowly avoiding an iceberg. The Titanic was inevitable, and so is the gravity of Eren sitting golden on the other side of the room.

“You look good, Min.” Eren squints his eyes at Armin’s shirt, nearly identical to his own. “Where’d you get that?”

“You left it last summer,” Historia hums, tucking her head under Eren’s chin and nuzzling into his chest more completely. Armin makes a soft snort of irritation, grabbing for a fig in the bowl of fruit on the counter and beginning to rummage through the cabinet drawers.

“Do you want half a fig?” Armin’s cool gaze slides to you, and you shake your head, feeling a little underwater as two lifelong relationships unfurl in front of you, your mind still fuzzy from last night’s wine. “Historia?”

Historia says no as Eren says yes, and Armin makes his sound of annoyance again before continuing his rummaging, muttering about the inconvenience of finding a knife.

“Do my eyes deceive me?” Sasha, still disheveled with sleep and grinning bright as Christmas morning, pops her head around the doorway. “Shouldn’t you be overseeing the construction of your pyramid?”

“I’m not dead, Sasha,” Eren laughs���it really is distracting when he does that—pulling Sasha onto his other knee, ignoring Historia’s grumbles of discontent. The NYU Men’s Lacrosse t-shirt that Sasha cropped too short rides up, exposing the swell of her breast, but no one acknowledges it. Eren’s hand tucks in snugly around the curve of her hip, easy and natural, and you wonder if his fingers have ever itched to travel up under the hem of her tiny sleep shorts.

“Not dead yet.” Historia glares up at him venomously, reluctantly making room for Sasha to pile onto Eren and smother his face with kisses. Sasha pulls away from him suddenly and frowns.

“Peaches?”

“Where are the knives in this fucking kitchen?” Armin’s growl of frustration is loud enough to make you jump, and Sasha giggles at you.

“Jesus, Armin, you’re going to kill her, and it’s not even noon.” Sasha slips off of Eren’s knee, practically bouncing over to where Armin’s viciously jiggling a locked drawer. She slides open the drawer next to him and draws a long, wide knife from it, passing it to him with the blade extended and her eyes on you. “Did you meet Eren?”

“Careful of his hand!” Historia squeals, shooting an arm out towards Armin as if she can deflect the tip of the blade from across the room.

“It’s fine, Stor.” Armin’s voice floats across his nearly-bare shoulder, mild and careless as it grazes the collar of the too-big button down sliding off of his slim frame.

“That knife’s a little big for a fig, Sasha.” Eren stands, placing Historia on the table and pinching her cheek when she scowls at him.

“There’s no such thing as a too-big knife– listen to me. Did you meet Eren?” Sasha’s fingers are gripping into the flesh of your arm– hard. Your eyes widen in surprise at the urgency in her eyes, like if you haven’t been introduced to Eren, there’s grave danger afoot.

“We met.” It happens quickly and easily, the slide of his heavy arm around your shoulders. You can feel your body tense under the lazy weight of him, big hand wrapped around you like it belongs there. “I don’t think she’s particularly fond of me.”

Eren shoots you a wink that you’re sure is intended to mean something, a reference to an inside joke that you have yet to establish, maybe.

“I didn’t say that,” you say in your own defense, wanting to yank Sasha to the side and demand to know why she hadn’t warned you that Cupid himself was going to greet you in the kitchen this morning. Armin slices the fig neatly in half, a strangely practiced motion performed by small, soft hands. He offers it to you again insistently, and frowns when you shake your head.

“I said I wanted it, ‘Min,” Eren says with a hint of red to his words, snatching the halved fig from Armin’s hand and biting into it voraciously, little pieces of the flesh spattered around the corner of his mouth.

“You’re such a brute,” Armin scoffs, picking the meat of his half out gingerly with an oyster fork that you don’t remember him grabbing from the drawer.

“Why don’t you like Eren?” Sasha pouts at you, grabbing the hand that’s squashed between yours and Eren’s hips. Your palm feels hot against her fingers.

“I said I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t say much of anything, to be fair.” Eren’s got the fig pressed to his mouth, digging his teeth and tongue around in the husk of it obscenely enough to make your cheeks warm. Being so close to him is filthy, that cross around his neck is looking you straight in the eye to make sure you feel it. 

“Eren’s always a pest,” Historia provides from her perch on the kitchen table, picking at her perfectly manicured toenails, “why would she like him?”

“You like him plenty,” Armin says, not looking at her. It’s not the first time that’s been brought up, if Historia’s answering sneer is anything to go by.

“You’ll love him if you give him a chance.” Sasha smiles hopefully at you, nodding.

“Yeah,” Eren grins down at you, teeth colored with fig, “give me a chance.”

“Eren, you’re going to scare her off,” Armin says with a roll of his eyes, peering around Eren’s broad shoulders to look you up and down. The way his eyes drag over you makes you feel like there might be a stab wound somewhere on your person that you don’t know about yet, the adrenaline of the moment keeping you numb.

“Back off her, Eren,” Historia echoes, “she’s fun, I don’t want you to make her leave.”

“She’s not going to leave.” Eren looks directly at you as he says it, something in his smile growing imperceptibly darker. A dare. How much will you let me get away with?

You stare and stare at him, ignoring the continued bickering of Armin and Historia in the background. He’s golden and blood-red, oil smeared on his forehead and a crown of thorns nestled in his dark thatch of hair if you look close enough. If you’re not imagining it, his hand might be tightening around your shoulder, maybe he’ll leave a purple bruise on it.

“Of course not,” Sasha interrupts your thoughts, thumbing at your cheek affectionately, “she belongs here. With us.”

“She’s our little fairy,” Historia giggles dreamily, referencing the long-winded fairy tales you drunkenly make up every night, casting each other as heroines and knights and dragons.

“Right,” Eren agrees, not breaking your gaze, “our little fairy.”

The only thing that comes to mind is your childhood friend, Emma, looking on at you sadly with her muddy toes, watching the wings sprout from your back.

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Days lug themselves by, barefooted and dragging their heels, and most of the time, even the monotonous rise and fall of the sun doesn’t help to differentiate one calendar block from the next. Like a bat, or maybe a slinky, silvery fish in an underwater cave, you rely on your other senses to track the passage of time.

For example, today, you know it’s a Wednesday because Maria, one of the three house chefs, brings fresh peaches up from the co-op down the hill every Wednesday. Sasha’s spent the last thirty minutes hand feeding you peach flesh as you lounge by the pool, insisting that you suck her fingers clean of juice and feeding you little sips of champagne each time you sober up enough to tell her that that’s lewd. Historia swats at you and giggles at the smacking and slurping sounds you make around Sasha’s fingers, oiled-up palm landing on oiled-up hip with a wet slap; Armin admonishes her quietly from his seat beside her, insisting the girlish noises emanating from the three of you are tearing him from his book. You can feel Eren watching, too– that’s all, though. Always just watching.

You wonder how opaque the lenses of Armin’s sunglasses are, perched haphazardly on your nose, wonder if they’re doing a good job of masking the slow lick of your gaze over Eren’s skin, wonder if you care. Maybe the champagne is finally getting to your head.

“We should go in soon,” Historia sighs, a hand tossed across her forehead. She’s a little movie star, built for the golden age. “It’s so hot.”

“It’s always this hot,” Sasha argues, and you can practically hear the furrow in her brow, not willing to take your eyes off of the trickle of sweat running down Eren’s chest to see it for yourself. You’re really getting the hang of it, this opposite-sense thing. Everything’s upside down here in the heat.

“She’s getting hungry,” Armin supplies, wiping the sweat off his palms to reach up and turn the page of his novel. Brideshead Revisited. A little on the nose, isn’t it?

“I am not!” Historia hates when people point out her appetite, but not really. She kicks up a fuss because it’s “ladylike”, and she’s advised you to do the same.

“You are,” you sigh, really feeling the heat sink into you even with the heavy, lazy movement of lolling your head to face her, “you always get hungry around this time.”

“What time is it, then?”

You don’t reply– you don’t know the answer.

“I think we’re all hungry,” Eren, ever the peacemaker when he can find the time to be so, sits up, letting the shirt that’s been shading his face fall into his lap. Your eyes track its descent– even that seems slow. He says something to you, managing a crooked grin while he squints in the heat of the sun, but you don’t hear it.

“Huh?”

“Everyone except you, anyway,” he repeats himself, reaching over Sasha and smearing his thumb through the peach juice collected on your chin. Eren’s thumb disappears between his pink lips, and when he sucks on it with a satisfied hum, your jaw clenches hard enough to hurt.

“I guess it’s getting close to dinner,” Sasha says regretfully, picking her wristwatch, a priceless Braus family heirloom, up from a puddle of orange juice and tanning oil. “We should probably clean off.”

“I might even shower twice,” Armin rubs a hand over his belly with a grimace, “this tanning oil makes my skin greasy.”

“I feel disgusting,” Historia agrees, sliding red toes into her sandals and standing with a dramatic stretch.

“Filthy,” Eren murmurs in agreement. He’s still staring at you.

“I’ll be in soon. I’m so close to the color I wanted for today– I just need, like, ten more minutes.” You peel down the strip of bathing suit stretched over your hip, showing off the distinct mark of yesterday’s color and today’s tan.

“You’re crazy,” Sasha scoffs, throwing some designer sarong her mother lent her over her shoulder, “I’m melting.”

Armin and Historia pause their bickering over who gets to wear Armin’s Cucinelli belt to dinner—Armin wants it for his trousers, Historia for her maxi dress—just long enough to offer a momentary goodbye, breezing along into the house with Sasha. You settle back into your chair and take a deep breath, letting the sun sink into you just long enough to forget that you’re not alone.

“Open up.”

You’ve been enjoying this game of trading one sense for another, and you keep your eyes shut firmly, letting your jaw fall open and your tongue hang out. A piece of peach, fleshy and dripping with juice, finds its way onto your tongue, pinched too roughly between strong fingers. When you close your lips around the fruit, the fingers stay with it, frozen in their pinched position and forcing you to suck the peach from them, to swallow around them, to run your tongue along them and get as much of the meat as you can. When the fingers withdraw from your lips, you open your eyes and gasp quietly.

Eren’s leaning over you, a solar eclipse that smells like tan skin and sounds like Campari, and in the silhouette of the sunlight, you think he’s smiling.

“You’re still hungry,” he says, a question that’s left its punctuation mark behind. You think of Historia, of the improper shame of revealing your appetite. You dodge.

“I’m never hungry.”

“Never?” Eren crawls over you to kneel between your legs, propping one of your ankles up on his shoulder. The game you started is ripped out of your hands, chess pieces flying into the pool, scattering across the table, knocking over bottles and matchbooks. It’s so silent out here in the sun it hurts, and you almost miss the constant buzzing horseflies of early summer.

“Never.”

“If you’ve never been hungry,” Eren muses, tilting his head so that his cheekbone fits into the sensitive arch of your foot, reaching a hand down to splay it wide on your belly, “you’ve never been full.”

“How do you figure?” Your words come out throaty, waterlogged.

“Can’t have one without the other.” Eren shrugs, turning his head to the side. His lips brush against your heel, your Achilles’, the swirly seashell dangling from your anklet. You dig your teeth into your bottom lip, toes twitching behind his ear. “I don’t believe you, anyway.”

“No?” You try to tilt your head coyly, like your heart’s not clawing and scratching against your throat to get to him. Hungry, indeed.

“You wouldn’t stare like that if you didn’t want to.”

You’re taken aback, but not enough to fall out of the moment– Eren’s lips closing around the knob of your ankle slowly, like the pit of a fruit, make sure of that.

“Didn’t want to what?”

Eren’s hands meet the cushion on either side of your head hard enough to rattle the chair, his long, tanned body stretching over yours. He’s close enough to brush his nose against yours, but you can still see the hazy green of his eyes flicking here and there on your face: from your eyes to your lips to the beauty mark on your cheek. Your poolside lounge feels more like a butcher’s block under your taut spine.

Sasha’s told you about the wolves in these hills, that they howl murder at night, but they’re sleepy and indulgent in the heat of the sun. One of Eren’s canines catches the light and glints at you as he grins.

“Eat yourself sick.” He practically spits it into your mouth, one thigh pressed into where you’re sticky and sinful, and he chuckles under his breath when you shudder under him, feverish in the late-afternoon heat.

Before you can even think of biting back, Eren’s off of you, picking your sandals off of the ground and sliding them gently onto your feet, stopping to run his palm from your ankle to your kneecap with an appraising hum. 

“We should head inside,” he says evenly, offering a hand to pull you to your feet, “I’d hate for us to miss dinner.”

You don’t have anything to say back to him, letting him lace his fingers through yours like lines in a play, interspersing seamlessly with the summer scenery. Eren leads you through the kitchen, waits patiently for you to take your sandals off, and waves you on your way up the stairs, saying he needs a cigarette. As the distance between you grows, your mind grows clearer, and you turn on your heel, calling down to him from the top of the stairs.

“Eren? Eren? Where are you, Eren?”

“Call me something else,” Eren pokes his head around the corner, smoke pouring from the grin on his face, “whatever you want, really. Make your own name for me.”

“You stare at me, too,” you say, tearing through his impishness. Eren cocks his head, unperturbed, smile growing wide as he nods.

“I do.”

“So you’re…” You can’t bring yourself to say it, not where it might echo in the cavernous hallway, where it might take the form of a confession. You scamper down the stairs, nearly sliding on bare feet, almost crashing into Eren when he appears at the foot of the staircase, catching you with two broad palms on either side of your ribcage. You pluck the cigarette from his mouth, stick it between your own teeth, narrow your eyes accusingly, and whisper: “You’re hungry too.”

“For every man hath business and desire, Such it is.” Eren takes the cigarette back, pulling on it and making a clear show of trying to hide a smirk.

“Hamlet?”

“A woman with teeth and a brain,” Eren tilts his head at you, “aren’t you something?”

“Do you always quote Shakespeare when you want to fuck somebody?”

“Only when I want to fuck you.” Eren stubs the cigarette out on the ancient oak of the staircase railing, grins up at you brilliantly, smiles brighter when he notices how obviously flustered you are.

“I need to go take a shower,” you say hurriedly, choking on the remnants of your shame and your confidence as they burn out in your throat, making an attempt to back up the stairs away from him. Eren laughs at your attempted escape, catching you by the wrist and pulling you close to him, close enough to dizzy you on the tendrils of smoke still sticking to him. Your breath stills, your heart slows as Eren wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you together, skin on tacky skin.

“Oh, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?” Eren coos to you, mouth moving against your cheekbone. “C’mon, just one bite.”

“He that is proud eats up himself,” you hiss a quote back at him in response, ripping yourself from his grip and scrambling up the stairs, heart pounding and cheeks burning. You can hear a lovesick sigh follow you up to your room, and hope that the slam of the door behind you is enough to keep it from touching you.

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The murky waters of your vision ripple out into clarity, and you’ve found yourself in a forest. You’ve been here before, you recognize the tall, thick trunks and the bed of fallen leaves under your feet. You’ve been coming here since you were a little girl, been wiggling your toes in the greenery since before you could remember. You never come alone.

It appears just as you remembered: a blinding glimmer of light, a flame for a head, and ribbonlike wisps of energy that beckon you like arms, like love. One step towards it, and it disappears, vanishing into nothing with an echo that might be laughter. You think it’s happy to see you.

When it reappears a few feet away, you take your first steps, sighing at the feeling of the wild enveloping you, of the prickling of your skin, kissed by the chill winding through the trees. You wish you could explore this place, so familiar and so strange all at once, but you know you have to keep moving, keep following the lights as they lead you deeper and deeper into the forest. They won’t hurt you; you aren’t sure why that’s true, aren’t sure why you keep moving. You just know better than to stop.

They lead you over a familiar path, winding past a creek, over a bed of flat stones with an ice-cold creek running over them. You never tire here, legs pumping and arms working to push yourself faster. You’ve never caught the lights, and you aren’t sure if you ever will, but again, you know better than to doubt. It feels like hours, feels like minutes, feels like purpose, chasing these lights through the forest, but suddenly, something’s new.

There’s a little chirping sound, almost conversational and too high-pitched for you to understand; you’re not even sure if you recognize the language. It ricochets around the bones in your body, touches something ancient in their marrow. You almost jerk your head to the right to find the source, but you resist, pushing ahead on your path as the lights lead you deeper. You get the feeling that you’ve gone off-script somewhere, that this is a part of the forest you haven’t seen before, but the warmth in your bones shoos your doubts away. You’ve never been this far, but it feels like home.

A growl curls around the shell of your ear, plants fear right in the center of your chest. Your eyes widen at the light before you before it disappears; you frown at the next one, not daring to speak but demanding an answer anyhow. The lights will save you, won’t they?

Shrieks from overhead, guttural, animalistic calls, howls and chatters of excitement; you never presumed to be alone in this forest, but you never presumed to be in danger, either. The lights urge you on, vanishing and regenerating at an alarming rate, your feet drumming against the forest floor faster and faster. A sliver of moonlight begins to glow from the trees a ways off, an indication that there’s a clearing ahead, and you shove the bile in your throat down, swing your arms faster, ignore the frantic fluttering of your pulse in time with the bestial chorus ringing clearer and louder from the trees with each passing second.

You do, against all odds, manage to launch yourself into the clearing, and the moment you feel the soft cushion of moss under your feet, as opposed to the branch-littered, crunchy path of the forest, you nearly stumble to your knees as your eyes adjust to the sudden brightness of the clearing. The grumblings of the woodland entities have quieted, an almost awestruck silence settling in the open space around you.

“There you are.”

Your head snaps up comically fast– “You?”

“Me,” Eren says, that razor-sharp, moonlight smile lighting up his face. He looks…right here, as if the forest is extending a sense of belonging, as if he’s been here longer than the ancient trees themselves. Even the little crown nestled atop his head is fitting: a tangle of brambles and thorns and leaves tucked into his dark locks. Is that a throne under him, that mass of branches and leaves and some silvery metal you can’t place?

His eyes glow in the starlight, illuminated with a certain hunger that you can feel reverberating through your bones. It should be frightening, but it’s enticing. You feel welcome.

“What are you doing here?” Your tongue is slower on the uptake than your mind, and you can feel the suspicious expression folding your facial features, hiding the thrum of anticipation the sight of him brings.

Eren cocks his head pityingly, smiling at you in a way that would seem predatory if it wasn’t so entirely disarming, so entirely inviting. Your feet are bringing you closer before he even speaks— you know why you’re here before he says it.

“I’ve been waiting so long,” Eren beckons you onto his lap, firmly grabbing your shoulder and silently demanding you straddle him when you try to turn away from him, “you’re beautiful, so…alive here.”

He takes a bit of your hair between your fingers and rubs it, satisfaction flickering over his face. It’s then that you realize how little fabric covers you; really, it’s only a thin, wispy excuse of a dress, hanging in tatters around your body and leaving your skin free for the taking. Taking notice of your dress leads you to take notice of another pressing matter: Eren’s naked beneath you.

“Where are we?”

“Does it matter?” Eren reaches up to toy with your hair again, smiling gently. He tilts his head up, asking you for something you can’t identify, but that you already know you’re willing to give. Your soul, maybe.

Your lips meet his in a tentative brush, a motion that feels shy, but practiced. It’s a reflex, an instinct, to kiss him this way. Eren groans gutturally against your mouth, pressing into you deeper, digging his fingertips into your bare skin. The chorus of inhuman chatter erupts around you both again, and you jump, almost pushing away from him before he stops you with a firm hand against the small of your back.

“Sh,” he whispers, nipping at your chin, “don’t pay them any mind. You’re with me, remember?”

It’s difficult at first with the ever-growing hum of life around you, but it grows increasingly easier to melt into him, to lose yourself in the rhythm of him. He’s thick and hard underneath you, pressed right where you’re already slick and ready for him, and he’s got a tight grip on your hips, working you against him to make sure you feel it and oh– do you feel it.

A debauched gasp pours from your mouth to his; Eren sinks sharp teeth into your bottom lip with a grunt of approval, pulls you up to situate you over his twitching cock. You can feel the lecherous eyes of the woodland creatures, spirits, monsters, whatever they may be around you, looking in on the sticky, tangible arousal building between your bodies. The steady glow of Eren’s eyes, the prick of the thorns in his hair under your fingertips, the insistent weight of him pressing against the wet heat of you: all of it keeps you grounded, keeps your hips rolling into Eren like your life depends on it, like it’s what you were born to do.

“Are you ready?” Eren murmurs, quiet as the grave, stilling your hips and lifting you.

“I’m not sure, I–”

“I’ve been waiting so long,” Eren interrupts, “so long for you– you’re ready for me, I know you are.”

And with that, he’s sliding you down onto his cock, splitting you open, dropping your jaw. The cacophony from the forest grows deafening, but the glowing eyes in the brush streak and blur as your eyes flutter closed, a stuttered moan falling from your lips.

“Oh–”

“Knew you were ready,” Eren sinks his teeth into your collarbone, lets you wiggle and roll your hips until he’s situated comfortably inside of you. “You were born for this. For me.”

You can’t even bring yourself to disagree, to refute, to question. It’s godly, the way he fills you, the twinge of pain in the pit of your belly that doesn’t waver, no matter which way you squirm. The longer you sit, perched upon him– you feel something akin to divinity, akin to prophecy ringing through your bones. You were born for this.

“Eren…” It’s more of a sigh than anything, a confession and an admittance of guilt, a repentance. He likes the way it tastes, you can tell by the way his hands grip you harder, roll you along his cock faster with an urgency that betrays his calm, adoring gaze. He’s sinking his claws into you, bit by bit, and you’re better for it. You belong here, with the night on your skin and Eren nestled inside of you.

“Don’t ever leave,” Eren smiles gently, as if it’s a choice, “stay with me forever.”

The pleasure’s beginning to peak in your stomach, the howls swirling in the air around you start to feel more like a blanket, the moonlight like a crown. His hands are so hot they almost burn, his tongue licking up your neck feels like a baptism. Your back is arching, your blood is rushing, the stars are speaking to you– what are they saying?

Your fingernails have left angry indents in your throat where you’ve clutched into the skin in a desperate attempt to regain your breath, shooting up out of your slumber with a vicious jolt. Your head spins with the sudden movement, the antique furnishings of the room bleeding into candlelit blurs as you heave for breath.

“Sleeping?”

You nearly jump out of your skin at the gravel of Eren’s voice, having believed yourself to be alone. Some instinctual part of your mind almost remembers falling asleep on the loveseat in the glass-enclosed sunroom earlier, one too many martinis to thank for that, but you can worry about that later– Eren’s your priority now, shirtless and leaned against the doorframe with one eyebrow raised and a very telling flush rising to his cheeks. The chilly wetness between your legs brings your dream to the forefront of your mind. Had he heard, somehow?

“What are you doing down here?” You do your best to narrow your eyes into something convincing enough to pass for annoyance, unsure if you’ve managed to pull it off with the rapid rise and fall of your chest.

��Water,” Eren says simply, raising a glass you hadn’t noticed he was holding, “but it seems like you might need it more than I do.”

“I don’t–” He ignores you, crossing the room to hand you the ornate glass. Your throat is dry, and so you drink, eyeing him suspiciously as you sip.

“Dreaming?” The corner of his mouth twitches almost imperceptibly.

“Nightmare.” You push yourself up to sit, crossing your arms defensively over your chest. “How’d you know?”

A long pause, Eren’s eyes dragging over you slowly, your skin burning. “You were squirming.”

“It was disturbing,” you say truthfully, looking over your shoulder and half-expecting to see some horrible monster leering at you from the doorway, salivating over you and Eren, “but I’ve had this same dream since I was a kid. Part of it, anyway.”

“Need company?”

“No,” you say quickly, shaken by the dream and how low Eren’s pajama pants hang on his hips, “I just need to get to my real bed. I’m sure sleeping outside had something to do with it.”

“That’s not true.” Eren’s scooping you up into his arms before you can open your mouth to argue, as if you even would. This isn’t unusual for him; you’ve grown used to his tendency to touch you, to hold you close to his chest as though you belong there. It echoes in your head, you were born for this. A shudder wracks through your body. “Cold?”

“Mhm,” you hum, not trusting your own voice. Eren nuzzles your head deeper into his shoulder, lets you get a noseful of the scent of him. Dewdrops, mankind, a rotting forest floor. It gives you a disconcerting sense of deja vu.

“Sleeping outside is good for you,” Eren goes on, scaling the stairs with impossible ease, “my mom used to tell me that.”

“Is that so?” It brings a sleepy little smile to your face, despite yourself: the image of a messy-haired, fussy baby Eren, curled up in his mother’s lap and looking up at the night sky.

“Sure.” You can hear the nostalgia in his voice. “The stars can talk to you that way, through your dreams. They show you where you’re supposed to go.”

Your blood runs cold at that– does he know? How could he? He’s a man, not a mind-reader, not a mystic. Right? You let him carry you to your door in silence, the only noise being the padding of his bare feet down the Turkish carpet runner in the hall. When he gets to your door, Eren finally starts to move to let you down, and your mouth moves without your permission, voice small and echoing in the still nighttime air.

“Eren?”

He freezes, muscles locking you in place against his chest. “Yeah?”

“Was I talking in my sleep?”

Eren settles you on your feet before answering, leaving one lingering hand on your hip and bringing the other up to brush at your cheek. Your eye must have been watering– his thumb catches a stray tear. His smile is a little too sharp when he answers.

“No, why?”

“Just wondering.” Relief courses through your body, but your muscles stay taut under his touch.

“Okay,” Eren looks you up and down one more time, as if he’s making sure you’re all there, “goodnight, then. I hope your dreams get better.”

When he turns to go, the broad silhouette of him growing darker as he retreats, you remember something fragile underneath the floorboards.

“Wait, Eren! You forgot your water.”

“My what?” When he turns to face you, he’s still grinning– baring his teeth, more like. You think you’re imagining the glow in his eyes, too fresh from that dream.

“Your water. I think I have a cup in my room if you need it.”

“Oh.” Eren waves a hand nonchalantly through the air, catching a stray stream of moonlight. You can see the dust particles dancing around his hand, enchanted by his movement. “Wasn’t thirsty."

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It’s a slinky, dazzling dress; Elie Saab, Spring 2005, maybe? 2006? Sasha had lent it to you, insisted upon you taking it, really. It’s got to be worth at least your years’ rent payment, dripping with Swarovski and cut low and square across your chest, and easily the most decadent thing you’ve ever worn but– it’s family dinner night. No expense is spared.

Historia sits across from you, reaching one dainty hand out for Armin’s negroni, nearly dipping the massive drop-pearl charm on her bracelet into the first course: a cold, cucumber soup. Armin nudges her meaningfully, scowling and handing his glass to her, glancing apologetically at the stiff-backed butler across the room, who wasn’t looking anyway. Sasha’s at the head of the table, working on Historia’s serving of the cucumber soup, dunking focaccia bread into it in a voracious manner that you’re sure wasn’t outlined in the etiquette courses she’d endured as a child. And he’s next to you, naturally.

His dinner jacket looks out of place on him, oddly enough: angular and overly formal, as well-fitting as it is. You wish it was a little greener, a little more playful, something to match the Eren you’ve gotten to know under all the glitz and glamour. It’s too human for him, really, but that thought makes you shudder faster than you can shove it to the side.

“Wasn’t that the girl from Luxembourg?” Sasha asks through a giggle, finally leaning back to allow the butler to collect the remnants of her first course. Historia frowns at her, gulps back nearly half of Armin’s cocktail.

“No, the girl from Luxembourg was a slut. He wouldn’t have touched her.”

Armin and Eren exchange a look that implies that, whoever the slut from Luxembourg might have been, she didn’t escape their clutches unscathed. Historia notices the guilty smile dimpling Eren’s cheek and smacks Armin in retaliation.

“Ouch, Stori!” Armin scowls right back at her; if you didn’t know about Armin’s father’s remarriage to Historia’s mother, you’d think they were actually related.

“She was a slut,” Historia sniffs, finishing the rest of Armin’s cocktail in a second swig.

“It was Eren’s idea– you’re always punishing me for what he does.” When the staff place the second course, some sort of ceviche, in front of him, Armin crosses his arms over his chest and looks away like a huffy child. Sasha laughs and swats at his shoulder.

“Don’t pretend you don’t have your own hand in things. You can’t blame everything on Eren.”

“Maybe he can,” you shrug, the champagne going to your head. You’re feeling impish, feeling like one of them. Wildly, you reach a hand up to pinch at Eren’s cheek, smiling to yourself when you feel it turn warm under your fingers. “I mean, just look at him. He’s a devil.”

“Am not,” Eren scoffs, slapping a hand on your leg and shaking it playfully, “you weren’t there anyway. Min’s very convincing when he wants to be.”

“I am.” Armin smiles at you, head tilting intrepidly. “I can get Eren to share anything I want, I bet.”

It feels loaded, like a challenge, and Eren’s fingers tighten where he’s gripping your leg. When you chance a glance to the side at him, his jaw is tense, gaze focused on Armin like a threat, like a predator.

“Not anything,” Eren says, voice low and dangerous, more somber than you’ve ever heard him. Armin’s face falls for a millisecond, scrunching his nose at the murderous glint in Eren’s eyes, before he clenches his jaw and glances between the two of you with a haughty smirk.

“Est-ce vrai? En êtes-vous sûr? Tu l'as dit toi-même - je suis convaincant quand je veux quelque chose.”

“Ne commencez pas avec moi, pas pour ça.” It’s hardly louder than a murmur, but the threat carries all the same. You look to Sasha with widened eyes, hoping for a translation, but she’s chewing slowly on a bite of her ceviche, looking at Armin, Eren, then Armin again with a strange expression you’ve never seen before.

A heavy silence settles over the table, Eren’s fingertips leaving sore spots through your dress where they’re digging into your thigh, and Armin’s eyes dancing over Eren’s face, that same smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. Daring.

“You two are so in love,” Historia gripes with a roll of her eyes, smashing the carefully-cubed ceviche on her plate into a mush. You eye the smear of meat on her fork disdainfully and set down the bite you had been about to pop in your mouth, opting for your glass of bubbles instead.

The jokingly grumpy lilt of Historia’s comment seems to cut the thread of tension that had grown taut between the two men, as Armin allows Sasha to pull him away from Eren and back into his corner of the table with her and Historia. Their conversation drones on, the ethics of Eren and Armin’s tendency to tag-team women fading into the background as you wait for Eren’s hand to slip from your thigh. It doesn’t.

His thumb rubs idly over the slit of your dress, brushing it back and forth over your bare skin for just long enough to get you used to the pressure of his palm beaming heat through the thin fabric, get your guard down. And then his fingers slip underneath, grabbing into the hot flesh of your thigh.

You jump ever so slightly, flighty as a fawn, and Eren chuckles under his breath beside you when you choke a bit on your champagne. He’s cool—stoic, even—as he bashfully bats away the scandalous insinuations of Sasha and Historia’s storytelling, the lewd raise of Armin’s eyebrows at the mention of a certain leggy redhead in Prague. His hand stays steady, possessive and permanent on your leg. When Armin and Historia start arguing over yet another of Armin’s alleged missteps with one of her college friends, Eren takes the opening to lean into you, murmuring into your ear.

“What’s got you so jumpy?” His breath puffs out hot and sensual against the shell of your ear, and you can feel your earring lifting with the movement of his lips. He’s so close.

“Not jumpy,” you answer under your breath, trying to keep your composure.

“Hm,” Eren hums, leaning back just enough to study your profile, “wasn’t sure if you’d dozed off, started dreaming again.”

Your head whips towards him in what is surely an uncouth accusation of insinuation, borne of shock, but luckily, Armin’s too busy being hand-fed ceviche by Sasha and scolded by Historia to notice. Other than his eyes, Eren’s stiller than death, watching over the antics with the littlest smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. His eyes, though, flick down to you, glinting like a dare.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means something?” It’s a challenge, and you realize too late that the rope around your ankle has cinched, and you’re caught in his trap.

“No,” you say, hoping for more conviction in your voice, but it comes out as a breathy whisper. The corner of Eren’s mouth twitches, and it pulls an irritated huff from you.

“Tell me about your dream. The one that woke you up the other night.”

“Tell you– w-what? Here?”

“Yes, here,” Eren repeats you, quiet and calm, keeping one eye on your bickering friends to ensure you’re kept all to himself, “unless it’s something you can’t share.”

The blanching of your face tells him everything he needs to know, and that sickening admission almost overshadows the fact that he knows. He undeniably knows, now; maybe not the specifics, but enough to know that you had woken up sticky and gasping after a sinful dream. Maybe he even knows it was about him. 

You’ve given up on trying to understand the otherworldly elements of Eren; the way he seems to appear at inopportune moments and know what you’re thinking at every turn, but this is too much. You quickly realize that while you’re not sober, you’re certainly not drunk enough to deal with him, and you finish your glass of champagne in a single gulp.

“You’re one to talk about sharing,” you hiss at him, trying to will away the goosebumps prickling your arms as his fingers inch higher, skating along soft skin. Eren’s demeanor falters, if only for a moment– he looks frustrated.

“Didn’t you hear me?” Eren leans into you, brows furrowing. “I don’t share just anything, and especially not just because ‘Min wants a taste.”

“Am I yours to share?” That heavy swig of champagne has gone straight to your head it seems, as you turn your face up to him defiantly, finally saying the quiet part out loud. The weight falls off your shoulders like a head, and you can almost feel the itch of the guillotine at your neck as the words leave your mouth. Eren, ever the gentle executioner, only lets the calm fascination return to his face, brings his fingers further up your thigh.

“Tell me about your dream, hm? They’re not listening, it’s just you and me.”

He’s only inches away from where you’re already beginning to grow hot and wet– he hasn’t even done anything, and you want to chastise yourself over the undeniable need beginning to bubble inside you. Eren’s smiling so sweetly, as if he’s lulling you into a sense of complacency, and your tongue hangs heavy in your mouth, eager to spill your secrets.

“I…I’m scared.”

Eren’s eyebrows raise and his smile grows a bit toothier, disbelief written plain on his face. “Of me?”

“Sometimes,” you say, small and honest as the grave, “it’s like you aren’t real.”

“I’m very real,” Eren insists, two fingers pressing against the damp silk of your panties, his eyes lighting up when you stifle a gasp, “doesn’t that feel real?”

“Wait–”

“The dream,” Eren says again, increasing the pressure of his fingers, “were you scared of me there, too?”

“Yes,” you whisper, ashamed and painfully cognizant of the feel of him between your legs, “I was in a forest, running after the little lights, they– I’ve seen them for a long time.”

“Since you were a child,” Eren repeats your confession from the other night. He’s reading you, you realize, not like a book, but like a poem. You couldn’t put the difference into words if you had to, but there’s a certain melody to the flickering of his gaze over your hot face.

“They’ve never led me anywhere before,” your words hitch in your throat, stopped dead when Eren’s fingers start rubbing circles over your swollen clit. The silk is thin and soaked, and his fingers slide over you in a way that feels god-given. Your jaw hangs ever-so-slightly, the butlers coming to change the course. You wait for Eren to slip his hand out from under your dress, fearful of the staff watching as he toys with you, but he only nods encouragingly.

“Keep going.”

“Um,” you stammer, swallowing thickly and glancing at the plate of bleeding, rare filet in front of you, “they took me to a clearing in the forest. There were creatures, ones I’ve never seen before.”

“Did they hurt you? Any of them?” A furrow appears between his eyebrows, deep and concerned. Some small part of your brain, muted since Eren’s hand slid beneath your dress, worries itself with why Eren seems so disquieted with your dream– it’s not like you actually could have been hurt, it was only a dream. Wasn’t it?

“No, they stayed away. They just made a lot of noise, but they all got quiet when…”

A knowing smirk. “When?”

“When I saw you.”

Eren pats your thighs gently, urging them apart; he looks relieved, exhilarated, unreal. If you didn’t know better, you’d think his eyes were glowing in the candlelight. Armin, Historia, and Sasha’s clamor across the table grows louder with each passing second, but as soon as you begin to wonder if you should be doing a better job of hiding what’s very clearly happening under the slit of your dress, Eren’s fingers have wiggled their way beneath the fabric of your silk thong. Your teeth dig into your bottom lip, eyes widening.

“I was glad to see you,” Eren says quietly, “in the dream, I mean.”

“You said you’d been waiting for me,” you whisper, keeping your voice low to hide the whine scratching at the back of your throat, “that you’d been waiting a long time.”

“I bet I was,” Eren hums thoughtfully, grinning viciously when he sinks a finger into you, clearly relishing the way your fingernails tighten into his wrist. “I never lie.”

“Even in a dream?” You feel fuzzy and warm, blinking moony, worried eyes up at him. Eren shakes his head in confirmation, curling his finger and making your thighs clench. “You put me in your lap, and–and, you had a crown. It was nighttime, I think, and the moon was really bright. You were inside me.”

Eren slides another finger in to match the first, and you’re hardly able to stifle a moan when it comes fluttering through your teeth, a breeze of a sound compared to what you’re struggling to keep captive in your chest. Eren’s other hand reaches forward to grab a small piece of the carved steak, brings the meat up to your mouth and brushes it over your lips.

“Eat,” Eren instructs, smiling placidly as you mindlessly obey, biting into the red meat, “but keep telling me.”

He waits patiently for you to chew around the bite of steak he’s offered you, eyes searching you for something– what it is, you can’t be sure. Your mind is wobbling around the flashes of memory of your dream, distracted every few steps by an overwhelming rush of pleasure from between your legs, Eren’s fingers curling incessantly against your walls. You swallow, never taking your eyes off of him.

“You fucked me.” The confession is breathless when it leaves you, and even through the haze of what you pray isn’t a rapidly-approaching orgasm, you don’t miss the way Eren’s shoulders stiffen, the way his eyes flash. 

“Did I fuck you, or did you fuck me?” Eren murmurs back to you, mischief in his eyes and a tense gravel to his voice. “You said you were in my lap, after all.”

“I—oh, god—I don’t know,” you’re barely able to keep your voice low, a little whimper interrupting you, “Eren–”

“Keep going, it’s okay,” Eren’s fingers don’t slow– in fact, they begin to move more harshly, “you’re safe with me, you know that. I showed you in the forest, didn’t I?”

“Mhm.” You can’t stop your forehead from falling onto his shoulder, teeth digging into your lip so hard you aren’t sure if that coppery taste is from the steak, or your own blood. The conversation in the room, despite being made by only three people, feels like a deafening rush in your ears. 

The realization hits home that Eren’s going to make you cum all over his fingers in front of your friends, the staff, and your dinner, and he’s going to wrench it out of you in a matter of seconds, if the tightening of your gut is anything to go by.

“What else?” Eren practically growls in your ear, low and hoarse. “Is there anything else?”

“You asked me– fuck, you asked me something.” Your hips are canting forward into his palm, your face tacky and warm thinking about the couture fabric under you, now drenched in your cum and sweat. “Eren, you have to slow down, please–”

He’s merciless, pumping his fingers into you ceaselessly, rendering you a lost cause. “What did I ask you?”

“You asked—oh, my god—asked if I, if I would stay with you forever.”

“What was your answer?”

You can’t respond, not with the way you’ve stopped breathing to swallow down the debauched moan bubbling in your chest. Your entire body tenses, strung tight as a bow around Eren’s fingers as the knot in your stomach unravels, cool, inevitable release finally crashing over you. Eren works you through it, murmuring little hushes into your hairline, and placing a comforting hand over your fingers that are digging into his wrist, smiling against your forehead as you slide your hips back and forth over his hand.

You manage to pull the whole thing off impressively subdued, no more than a tinny whimper leaving your lips, only to be absorbed by the sleeve of Eren’s dinner jacket. When you dare to sit up, to meet Eren’s eyes, he’s still looking at you expectantly, as if that wasn’t enough.

“I can’t believe you just did that,” you whisper, waiting for Historia to chastise you, or Armin to make a lewd comment. The three of them are still arguing, Sasha stealing bites from Armin’s plate each time he turns to snap at Historia, who’s now sitting amongst a crowd of empty crystal glasses.

“What was your answer?” Eren says again, pulling his fingers from you and smirking at the glisten that stretches down into his palm.

“I woke up,” you say with shaky conviction, trying to glare at him.

“Are you still scared of me?” Eren asks innocently, picking up a piece of his steak with his hand and feeding it to you again. Your cum mixes in with the flavor of the steak, gives it a certain tang and salinity that makes your heart beat faster, even though you’ve just floated back down to consciousness.

“I– I don’t think so, but…” you trail off, looking down at the plate. Eren brings another piece to your lips, letting you bite half and giving the rest to himself, not missing the opportunity to suck on the tips of his fingers. Your thighs press together when his eyes flutter shut, knowing what he’s tasting and watching him revel in it.

“But what?”

“I don’t think I understand you,” you confess breathlessly, “I think that’s what scares me. I spend all day looking at you, and I never feel closer to understanding you, to really touching you. It’s like you’re not…” you trail off in search of the right word.

“Real?” Eren cocks an eyebrow at you.

“Human,” you say without entirely meaning to, widening your eyes at him in apology. “I’m sorry, not in a bad way necessarily, but– you feel…like you’re above me. In a sense.”

“Above you?” Eren frowns, forgetting his dinner entirely and looking straight at you with rejection written all over his face, wrinkles you want to smoothe over with your thumb.

“I just…” you sigh, finding it harder to meet his gaze by the second, “I don’t understand what you want with me.”

“Still?” Eren tilts his head. “Even after that?”

“The dream?” You nearly chuckle in exasperation. “It was just a dream, that’s all.”

Eren frowns a little, reaches for your glass of champagne– oh, god, when had that been refilled?– and hands it to you. He watches you take one sip, and then another, that concentrated pull of his eyebrows never ceasing until you reach a shaky hand out for your fork, beginning to feed yourself small bites of steak. His perplexed expression ripples out into one of contentedness, smiling gently as he watches you take care of yourself.

“All days are nights to see till I see thee, and nights bright days when dreams do show me thee,” Eren finally says, looking at you very much like you’re supposed to be parsing something out from his quote.

“On to the sonnets now, are we?” You cock a playful eyebrow at him, despite your tired, slouching posture and your repeated attempts to keep your guard up. Eren grins mischievously, leaning in as if he means to press the tip of his nose to yours.

“I know no ways to mince it in love, but directly to say–”

“If it be love indeed, tell me how much?” You’re quicker than him on this one, a vicious little smirk cutting across your face when you manage to cut him off. Eren’s eyebrows raise, impressed, but you don’t keep him down for long.

“There’s beggary in love that can be reckoned,” Eren finally says, twirling the ring on your pinky absentmindedly. You don’t even remember when he laid his hand atop yours, but it feels heavy and comforting, and so you let it lie there, just for the time being.

Your post-orgasm exhaustion hits you like a train, the temptation to slump against Eren’s shoulder winning out over your propriety. You’ll sit back up by the fourth course, you tell yourself, nibbling on a large piece of parsley that had come as a garnish on your plate. Eren doesn’t seem to mind the weight of your fuzzy head nodded into the cotton of his shoulder; in fact, he seems to adjust himself so you can nuzzle closer, eyes blinking owlishly as you reach for your glass of bubbles. You’re teetering dangerously close to the edge of unconsciousness, and you almost wouldn’t care, until something catches your eye.

Over the rim of your glass, Historia is staring at you. It’s not a look of admonishment, but more…caution? Concern? Pity? All you can discern for certain is that Historia must have seen everything Eren did to you, everything he’s still doing to you, taking a caviar bump off the back of his hand and laughing at Armin, shoulder shaking under your cheek. Historia’s brows furrow at you, her bottom lip wavering slightly.

You sit up suddenly, ignoring the way the room spins with the speed of your action. Eren turns his head to you, surprised, only to follow your gaze across the table to Historia. You’re trying to keep from looking at him, but you can’t help yourself, watching his expression crumple into something stern and disparaging.

Historia withers for only a moment, before narrowing her eyes at him threateningly. Eren squeezes his hand around yours. Sasha shoves Historia admonishingly for not listening to her joke. Armin’s eyes focus in on where your fingers grip your champagne flute hard enough to turn white.

You think you see a few pairs of familiar, glowing eyes in the bushes outside, peering in on the scene at the table. You think you need to go to bed.

#eren jaeger x reader #eren yeager x reader #eren jaeger smut #eren yeager smut #eren jaeger fanfiction #aot #aot fanfic #eren jaeger x you #eren yeager x you #attack on titan x reader #aot x reader #that's all for now folks!!!! #more to come in part 2<3

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She's my Angel: Meet the Family Pt.2 I Five Hargreeves x Reader

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Post Apocalypse Au! pt.1

WC: ~2,709

Warnings/Tags: fluff, Allusions to sex, Mentions of Abuse, Agedup!Five, Mentions of previous trauma

Summary: The Umbrella Academy saved the world, the Commission is no longer after them, the moon is in one piece and everyone’s lives start to fall back into place. Five attempts to start his life over again when Klaus brings home a girl with unusual shadow powers.

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Five and you had fallen into a comfortable rhythm that one would think the two of you had known each other for years. You started sleeping in the same bed together, getting ready together, eating together, and spending time together. Your routine had started to fall into place.

Somedays Five would ask you to show him your abilities. He was always astounded at how powerful you were. You could use shadows to teleport, physically manifest, store objects, and create weapons. To the regular person, or to anyone like his deceased father, these powers would intimidate them, scare them. But Five wasn’t scared of you,. Slowly you had become his Angel. Five found comfort in you, someone who would stick with him while his family scattered after his sacrifices.

“Come on Angel, I’m taking you out today.”

“Out?” You tilted your head.

“Yes like…a date” he blushed. He was wearing a white button-up shirt and black slacks, the shirt was pressed clean with no wrinkles, and the top 3 buttons were undone.

“Go put on your prettiest dress and some nice shoes.” He kissed the top of your head and watched you run off. Anyone who could see the two of you could see his adoration for you. You lived up to your nickname being a small beacon of light in his dark mind.

Despite your growing "relationship" Five still had his worries. It had been 2 weeks since he met you and he wasn’t any closer to finding who had taken you or figuring out your true identity. He had only know a few things from what you told him.

You had grown up in a lab isolated from everyone. The only way of understanding the outside world was through tv and books that a kind doctor had let you before he met an unfortunate end, not that you knew about that. He also learned about the environment you grew up in by your reactions. You hated loud noises, didn’t understand cultural norms, and feared violence and abuse. Knowing this, Five learned to adjust to your needs. He wanted to take care of you and help you. You had become his new family. Maybe it was obsession but it was feeling like love.

You came bouncing down the steps of the academy in a light blue dress with puffy sleeves and a soft ballerina like skirt. The neckline was square and above your cleavage was a gold heart necklace that Five had bought you on your last outing to the mall.

“Beautiful?” You looked at him and twirled.

“Very beautiful amore.” He kissed your cheek and led you out. As the two of you were about to leave the door opened revealing Viktor.

Viktor was in town having just gotten back from a trip to Italy and decided to stop by the academy.

“Oh Five! Who’s this? I came to check on you since you didn’t answer any of my calls.”

Oops well he wasn’t wrong. Five had ignored all Vitkors calls. It wasn’t out of spite it just felt like every-time he talked to his family he had to put on a front. He didn’t need therapy, didn’t want help, and was fine without them. But talking to them felt almost condescending and a very small part of him still harbored a grudge for them all leaving.

“Uh this is Angel. Klaus brought here and left her here so I’ve been taking care of her. We were just about to go out.”

“Angel!” You pointed to yourself.

“Viktor… Five’s family?”

Five sighed when he looked at you. So innocent , unaware to the trauma in his heart. “Yes this is my brother.”

“Brother.” You tested the word out loud.

“Brother!” You pointed to Five.

“No no not I’m not your brother.” Five shot down. He could see the tears in your eyes forming. “I’m sorry Angel, yes we are… family but I am not your brother okay? I’m your friend.”

Your eyes lit up at that notion. You were aware of what friendship was, there was a nice doctor in the facility who had befriended you and taught you all you knew about human interaction until… he met an unfortunate end, not that you knew about that though.

You jumped into Five wrapping your arms around his neck and burrowing your face in his shoulder.

Brown eyes made contact with green and Five felt uneasy in his brother's judgmental gaze. Before Viktor could get out another word Five blinked the two of you to the car. Standing in the doorway Viktor turned to look back at you guys. He was happy his brother had found someone, but you seemed off. He walked into the parlor and whipped out his phone to send a text to the family group chat. Viktor: Did you know Five got a girlfriend? He said Klaus brought her one day and left her. They just went out all dressed up. Allison: No way Diego: Finally that old timer can get some Lila: Who would let that little gremlin near them? Viktor: @Klaus how did you meet Angel. Klaus: On the street. Everyone mentally cringed at the thought of Klaus picking up a girl "off the street" Klaus: She ran into me and was in bad shape, She's super cute though! I knew she and little Five would get along, I'm going to go visit them tonight. Allison: I want to see her! Im coming too Diego: Me and Lila are coming too. Luther: I guess I'm coming as well. Viktor closed out his phone and began walking around the academy. It hadn't been too long since the world was almost destroyed but this place was riddled with mixed memories of sadness but also happiness in which he and his family had finally come together.

His eyes ran over the painting of Five above the mantle. Over his travels, he often thought about Five, but not at first. Initially, he was overjoyed with traveling, meeting people, and developing a few relationships, but his thoughts began to wander back to Five. The boy who had leaped across time, and had worked his ass off to get back to his family only for them to all leave again. It made him feel guilty every time he talked to Five over the phone only to get short responses. His thoughts went back to reminiscing. Five and Vitkor were closest when they were younger, Viktor even remembers the small crush he had on the boy as a kid. Five was cocky, arrogant, and thought to be better than everyone. But the way he looked at Angel had a softness that could rival a field of flowers. The fact he had let her touch him had given Viktor enough information to assume that you had helped Five for the better. ————————-On your date———————— Five had taken you first to a cute little dinner a bit out of the city. You two sat in a booth on the same side. He was a little confused when you sat next to him but decided against saying anything when you grabbed his hand under the table. The waiter came to take your orders, his name was Alek. He looked at you mostly with a predatory glint in his eyes. "What can I get for the pretty lady here?" He winked at you. You laughed and blushed before saying "Pasta!" Pasta was a favorite of yours. Five and you had made pasta together from scratch one night and it was one of your favorite moments with him. You remembered making the sauce together, him flicking some onto your face before kissing it off with his lips. He had looked so good kneading the dough and showing you how to make the sauce and noodles. It ended happily with you in his bed. Five also knew this was your favorite dish and why. It only made his heart beat for you more. Breaking the waiter's attention off you Five stood up and pushed Aleks chest back. "And I'll have the steak, rare I like it a little bloody, and bring us back a milkshake to share, strawberry." Five sat back while glaring at the waiter. Who did this guy even think he was anyway, he literally saw Five walk in with you. Before he could think anything else, his attention was pulled away when your hand traced his jaw.

"Prickly. Ouch." You ran your finger back and forth over his cheek. Five had been growing some facial hair recently.

"What princess? You don't like?" Five rubbed his face against yours while listening to the melodic laughter erupt from your lips. Alek came back with your meals and milkshake avoiding eye contact with you and Five. Excited for your food you kissed Five's cheek as a way to thank him. The two of you ate your food in comfortable silence and shared the milkshake, occasionally laughing when both of you reached for the straw at the same time.

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You and Five had left the dinner with full bellies and even fuller hearts. Hand in hand he led you to the street. "let's talk a walk, we need to digest all that food and I know a park nearby that you'll enjoy." "Okay!" you agreed. You had begun to trust Five with... everything in this short time. He cared for you and showed you how to cook, clean, and use a phone. You were growing to love him, not that you knew what love was. As the two of you came closer to the park your eyes lit up seeing the families and children running around and enjoying the warm summer day. Your expression made Five's heart beat faster. Your innocence and kindness were a nice contrast to his years of killings and suffering. Five led the two of you to a bench that looked out to the grassy playground. You leaned your head on his shoulder and let out a sign. You finally felt at peace. No electric chair, no pointy syringes, just the warmth of Five's hand in yours and the smell of his cologne. Five looked down at you staring out into the park. He felt lucky, how could someone like you just fall into his lap when he needed it most. A thought crossed his mind, what would happen if you remembered who you were, would you leave him? The last time he was in a relationship was with a mannequin. But this was different, you needed him just as much as he needed you. He pushed those thoughts aside when he watched your eyes close. He nudged your side "Come on Angel its been a long day lets get you home." Lazily you both stood up and walked back to the car not dare letting go of each others hands.

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Five was on high alert as the two of you arrived back at the Academy. The lights were on in the den and he could hear hushed voices as he approached. Opening the door he was met with 3 people, backs turned towards him. He instantly recognized these figures as his siblings, Diego, Luther, and Allison. Peaking around them he saw three more, Viktor, Klaus, and Lila. "Well, this is an unexpected visit," Five stated breaking the uncomfortable silence. The trio looked at each other before Allison spoke up. "We wanted to check up on you, we haven't heard from you in a while." She looked at you behind Five, "Is this uh your girlfriend?" Five's eyes narrowed at Viktor in the corner before sighing. "She's not my girlfriend, this is Angel, I've been taking care of her since Klaus brought her here."

"I'm not Five's friend." You looked up at him, tears forming in your eyes. "No, shit I'm sorry Angel, yes you are my friend you are more than my friend." His expression softened when you wrapped his arms around his neck once again to kiss his cheek. The rest of the superpowered bunch looked in awe. Their normally cocky and arrogant brother hadn't snapped at you or yelled at you. He was gentle and reassuring. Lila was the one to speak up next to Viktor "Wow the old man finally found someone." Ignoring Lila's statement Allison continued, "Wait Klaus brought her here?" Klaus surprisingly not sober, stood up. "Yeah she ran into me all banged up so I brought her to the one place I knew could fix her up. She's got powers like us!" The family turned to you and Five once more expecting you to demonstrate. Hesitating Five looked at you "Okay Angel, show them what we have been practicing." You nodded to Five before raising your hands. In an instant, shadows rose from the ground to the ceiling of the room, suffocating any light that had been previously there. Your hands swirled causing the shadows to form a vortex. You thew your fists down bringing the shadows to your side. One arm lifted up across your chest as you threw it to the opposite area, effectively slicing a potted plant in half. Your eyes glistened with pride as you looked to Five. "I did it!" You jumped into his open arms as Five twirled you around with joy. "I knew you could do it princess!" Luther who was silent in the beginning spoke up next. "So you just found her on the street and she has powers? We don't even know her she could be dangerous then! She could be Commission!" Being number one and the head of the family was difficult for Luther. He was always overprotective of his siblings and made hasty rash decisions believing that he knew what was best for everyone. But Five remembers what happened when Viktor was discovered to have powers and he was hell-bent on not repeating it again. Five paused before turning to you and blinking you upstairs. He had tucked you in and helped you into bed before kissing the corner of your lips. "Good night darling, let me talk to my family for a bit, and I'll join you okay?" "Okay Five, good night" And with one last glance at you he blinked back downstairs. "Trust me Luther I would know if she was commission or not, when she got here she could barely talk and didn't even know her own name!" "I've spent the last 2 weeks trying to figure out where she came from. All I know is that she was brought up in a lab that focused on human experimentation to try to recreate the original 43." "You can't...You honestly can't possibly imagine, the pain she has gone through. And let's not forget what happened the last time you tried to "help" a person who had just gained their powers." Five looked over at Viktor. Viktor couldn't help but look at his lap. "Five is right, let's give her a chance. She is obviously doing well under Five's care and he cares for her back." Five looked appreciative at Viktor although he was the one who originally ratted him and you to the family. "I know you guys haven't heard from me in a while, but trust me I'm doing fine. Let's... go out for breakfast tomorrow. I know a place that we all would like. Meet back here at 9am. I'm going to check on Angel and head to bed." And with that, he disappeared in a flash of blue. The Hagreeves siblings looked at each other in shock. Never had their brother been the first to reach out to spend time, it must be important to him. Diego walked towards and grabbed Lila's hand "Well I'm happy for the guy, it was about time he got some. See you all tomorrow." He waved to his siblings and headed out. The others slowly followed suit each one of them that night laid in bed thinking about the events that had transpired and mentally prepared for a family breakfast the next day.

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Author's note: I had actually finished this before Tumblr decided to not save anything and I lost half the story T-T I was really good too. I tried to rewrite it the best I could. Taglist: @groovydazephantom

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Surprise?

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ °Hi Besties! I am so so so excited to be bringing you this piece. As you know, @straykeedz and I am collabing and writing 9 Months In the Making, a short novel of dad!skz fics. This is chapter 1 part 2– Han’s fluff– and part 1 is essentially the conception of baby Han. I really hope you enjoy this, as well of my bestie’s smut piece and will continue to look forward to our other works! ┆Grab a box of tissues and maybe a snack, she’s a long one  ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ °

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Summary: You and Han hadn’t been married for long, still in your newlywed phase and well……you had wanted to enjoy the married life for a little while. But… a surprise changed those plans….and turns out Hanji loves his new role as a dad….surprise?

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Warnings: married!Han au, unplanned pregnancy, baby Han– has boba eyes and the jeekies(duh) –, fluff, pet names,  new dad!han, talk of delivering a baby ,domestic family life, mentions of–unprotected sex ( and Han always being horny) →don’t be silly wrap your willy 

You and Han hadn’t been married for that long, only around three months, and you had been loving the married life. In fact, the pair of you had talked about waiting to have a baby for maybe a year, so you could soak up married life before having a baby. But, if there's one thing to know about Han Jisung is that he is always horny, he always has been. So, you had always known there was a chance of getting pregnant– even if it was unplanned. One night, you had gone on a date and one thing led to another and you ended up having sex, which was nothing new. However what was new was missing your period the following week.

You period had been 15 days late, you knew because you checked, and you were nervous. There was something in your gut telling you something was wrong….it felt off. So, you brought it up to your loving husband, Han. “Hanji, yeobo. Can you come here a sec,” you called out to him from the kitchen where you were preparing lunch. Hearing you call for him, he quickly made his way to you, pressing a kiss to your temple.”What’s up, jagi? Everything okay?” He asked, pulling you to sit on his lap. As he sat at the dining table. Taking a deep breath, you looked into his eyes. “I’m late. My period is late….15 days.” You said, drawing in a shaky breath. He could sense your nervousness and pulled you into his embrace, “Hey, hey hey. Deep breaths, my love. We get you some tests, and if they’re positive, we get to have a baby. It’ll all be okay, though. We’re in this together, jagiya,”he smiled and kissed your temple. Nodding, you cuddled into his chest, “okay, okay.It’ll be okay. I love you, hanji.” You smiled, kissing under his jaw. “I love you too, honey. Forever and ever.” He smiled, kissing your hairline.

A week later, you and Han found yourself sitting in your master bathroom, 3 pregnancy tests on the countertop. Grabbing his hand, you pushed your face into his neck. “I’m nervous,JiJi. I don’t wanna look.” You mumbled, shielding your face from the sink, where the tests were sitting. Sighing, Han rubbed your back and kissed your temple. “Hey,it’s okay. We’ve always wanted babies, yeah? We’ll be okay,jagiya.” He crooned, gently pulling you to look at him. Shakily taking a breath in you nodded, “I know I know. But, what about enjoying being married before the baby?” You pouted, trying not to tear up. Shaking his head, he pulled you in for a kiss,”Yeobo, a baby is an amazing surprise and gift. We’ll still get to enjoy married life, before the baby is born,” he smiled , his thumbs rubbing over your cheeks. Softly smiling, you glanced at the tests. “Can you check them?,” and he did

POSITIVE. POSITIVE. POSITIVE 2-3 WEEKS. Looking at him, you squeezed his hand. “Well, babe? What do they say?” “Positive, all three, jagiya,” He said, feeling a smile grow on his face and tears well in his eyes. “Wait, really? I’m pregnant?” You whispered, looking at the tests. And there were 3 positives staring you in the face. Crying, you pulled Han in for a hug and a kiss. “Hanji, we’re gonna have a baby,” You cried, holding him tightly. “Our own little baby, jagiya. I’m so excited,” he whispered against your hair, feeling his tears wet your hair. Your own baby, made from your love. Pulling back from you, he kneeled and lifted your shirt to expose your stomach. Pressing a kiss to your belly, he whispered, “Hi, bean.It’s your daddy. I can’t wait to meet you.”

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By now, you were 9 months pregnant and ready to pop, any day now .  So far, your pregnancy had been going well. You and the baby were healthy and the baby was very active. You and Han found out you were having a boy, and decided to name him Jae Seong, which means to exist or rule or finish, sincere or honest. Han was excited to have a boy, and so were  you. The thought of having a mini Jisung, made your hearts so full and happy. Not only were you excited, his family was also excited. His parents were going to be grandparents and his brothers would be uncles. Your family was also excited, loving you and Jisung together, and it excited them that you were going to be starting your family. Both of your families had even gone so far as to plan your baby shower, color themes of pale blue and a light gray. Those two colors are already adorning the walls of the nursery, where a crib, wardrobe,changing table, rocking chair and bookshelf were already waiting  . The baby shower was amazing, being given such amazing gifts from your family and friends. Jisung’s mom knitted a baby blanket, his brother gifting a bottle warmer,etc. You had also received a plethora of clothes, diapers, wet wipes, pacifiers and other necessities. So, you and Jisung were extremely grateful.

It had been a few days since your baby shower, when you and Jisung were relaxing on your couch, as he rubbed your belly., “Are you ready to come meet momma and daddy, babe bean? We want to meet you, Jae Seung-ie.” He smiled, places kisses to your belly. You smiled and winced, feeling a braxton hicks contraction hit you. You had been having them for the past month, your doula telling you that it was your body preparing for labor, but these were a lot stronger. Groaning, you whined and squeezed Jisung’s hand. “Ji , it hurts, so bad,” You cried, burying your face in his chest. Pouting, he rubbed your back and gently guided you to stand. “Oh, my sweet jagi. Let’s walk a little, see if that helps.” And then he was gently leading you to walk laps of your living room, your head still buried in his chest. Crying you clutched your belly, feeling a stronger contraction course through you. “Ji, Ji I can’t. Hurts too much,” you whined, stalling your walking. Hearing and seeing your pain broke him, and he cupped his hands over yours, where they rested on your bump. “Want to try the labor ball? Maybe getting to rock your hips will ease it, my love–” he started, before ….bam… your water broke. “Ji, Ji it’s time, you cried, another contraction ripping through you.

Then you were off to the hospital. Panicking, he rushed there –running 3 red lights– and parked by the maternity ward and rushed you inside. “Help! My wife is having a baby!” He yelled, still holding you, as a nurse rushed over, seating you in a wheelchair. At this point, your contractions were less than a minute apart and you were in severe pain. “Ow ow ow Ji. Huuuurrtttssss,” you cried, gripping his hand. “I know baby, I know. We’re meeting Jae Seong soon, though.”He cooed, pushing  wheelchair to your room. Once in your room, you got changed into a gown and your doula rushed in, along with doctors and nurses. It felt like time was going so fast yet so slow, at the same time. You had been in your room for about 4 hours  and you were 5cm dilated, got an epidural, Han had brought your baby bag and carrier, and now it was a waiting game. Thanks to your epidural, you were practically numb from the waist down and fell asleep. Another 3 and a half hours had passed, and Jisung was soothing you, feeding you ice chips,placing cool washcloths to your forehead  and occasionally napping with you. During your latest check in, the nurse told you that you were fully dilated and helped to situate onto your back. Jisung was sitting behind you, holding both of your legs up, as you were told to push. “Deep breath in y/n okay? Then push push push. Whenever your body feels the need to push, you push. Okay mama?,” Your nurse told you as you nodded, , and so you did. Crying loudly, you bore your head into your chest and pushed down. “Aaaahhh! Jiiiiii! “ You cried, before throwing your head back against his bare chest. “I know, honey. I know. You’re so strong. You’re doing so well,honey.” He cooed, kissing your temple. Feeling the need to push, you groaned, with your chin tucked to your chest and pushed again. “Ugggghhhhhh! Oh my god! JiJi , I can’t do it!” You cried, panting. “You can do it, my love. You’re so strong. We get to meet our boy soon.” He whispered, still holding your legs. 

An hour and a half and 5 pushes later, you heard shrill cries blaze through your room. Crying you looked down at your chest, feeling the nurse set your baby down on you. “Congratulations, mama and papa. You have a healthy baby boy.” She smiled, as you and Jisung cried. “Oh my god, we did it. He’s here, our baby is here,Ji.” You cried, as the nurse took your baby to do the necessary newborn health checks. Nodding, he pressed a kiss to your lips and smiled. “We did. You did. We’re parents,” he smiled, tears freely falling. About 10 minutes later, the nurse walked back in with your baby swaddled in a blanket and a hat on his head. Setting the baby in your arms, she smiled. “He weighs 8.10 pounds, measuring in at 20 inches long. What’s his name?” You smiled, cooing down at him, as Jisung smiled. “Jae Seong, his name is Jae Seong.” You smiled and cried, running your finger over his nose,”Hi baby, I’m momma. It’s so nice to meet you.” You whispered, as his eyes opened, revealing ones matching your Jisung’s, cheeks as puffy as his. “Oh you’re so cute. My sweet boy,” You cooed, seeing him blink and let a yawn out. “Look at you, so tired huh?” You smiled, handing him to Han, carefully. Tearing up, he took Jae Seong into his arms. “Hi, little man, I’m your daddy.” He smiled, as Jae Seong looked up at him, gripping one of Han’s fingers in his hands. Oh, you and Han were completely 

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Time skip: 4 months˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

Parenthood was an adjustment, but you and Han loved it. Jae Seong was 4 months old now and was a complete ball of sunshine. But, boy did he love to sleep, just like his daddy. So, it wasn’t uncommon to find Jisung and Jae Seong napping together, at random times of the day. 

That was what you found, one cozy Wednesday afternoon. You, Jisung and Jae Seong had just gotten home from a picnic at the park. It was during Jae Seong’s tummy time that you told Jisung you wanted to take a shower. Simply smiling and nodding from his spot on the floor in front of the baby, you took that as your cue to go. All the while, Jisung and Jae Seong were still playing–Jisung showing your baby different animals.”This is a kitty, bubba. Kitties go nyang. Nyang nyang.” He smiled, as jae Seong kicked his feet. “This is a puppy, like uncle Seungmin. He goes mong mong.” He laughed, pointing at the picture of a dog in the baby book.that went on for about 15 minutes, showing him colors, animals, shapes,music notes, etc.  Yes, you took long showers, but you didn’t think that much could happen in 20 minutes. However, you were wrong. Stepping out of the bathroom, dressed in fluffy pajamas, you were met with silence. You had an inkling that you’d be met with two sleeping puffy cheeked boys. And your inkling proved you correct. Walking down the stairs and into your living room , you saw an array of baby books on the floor, surrounding a sleeping Jisung with baby Jae Seong asleep on his chest. Smiling to yourself, you walked over and sat next to his sleeping form. Gently running a hand through his hair, you whispered. “Hanji, my love. You gotta get up. Your back will hurt if you sleep like this.” You cooed, moving his bangs to kiss his forehead. At that, he blearily blinked his eyes open, looking at you. “Huh? Oh , did I fall asleep?” He giggled, cradling Jae Seong to his chest. Nodding your head, you smiled and kissed his cheek. “Mhm, you did, honey. Let’s get you and peanut to bed though.” You smiled, as Jisung carefully stood up , groaning as his back ached. “I was showing him animals and colors, jagiya.” He smiled at you, watching as you collected the books, putting them on the coffee table. “I’m sure he loved them all, yeobo. But, now it’s bed time for you and our peanut,” You giggled, as he nodded. “Mmmm, could go for a nap.” He mumbled, still sleepy and went to the nursery to settle Jae Seong in his crib.

Oh what a beautiful life you had. You and your boys–big boba eyes and round puffy cheeks. You were over the moon –even if ,maybe, your baby was a surprise 

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[wandanatsthings]

𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐄𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐏𝐭 𝟐

Hey guys I'm so sorry this took so long to get out I hope you all haven’t lost interest lol. I wanted to take my time with this one because I just felt like my writing could be a lot better and I really feel like with this little one-shot or imagine or whatever you call it it has improved and I’d rather you guys wait a while for a more well written piece than to most more frequent and it be shit but anyways I hope you enjoy this I kinda just went all over the place with it so please let me know what you think. 

"Not Enough pt 1

Disclaimer: I used  “A few weeks” a lot to measure time in this but to give a little bit of an idea  it’s been a few months since Piet died (so like 5 months) and like 3 months maybe since reader and Wanda broke up. Also the age gap between Nat and Wanda is like 5 years. I cannot remember if I mentioned that or not. Okie I think that's it. 

P.S: I love it when you guys comment so if ya wanna I’d love to read them and If you have any questions about this fic like my thought process while writing please ask them!!

Warnings: Mentions past character death, grief, cheating, mentions of sex but not descriptive, angst, mental illness, break downs, lying. I think that’s please let me know if you see anymore. 

Relationships: WandaxNatasha, Wanda/ reader, platonic Bruce x Natasha, Platonic Bruce x Wanda

Summary: Not Enough Pt 2 

Word count: 4.1k (My longest fic as of rn) 

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Y/N Pov

It had been a few weeks since you and Wanda broke up. You had moved all of your stuff out of your shared room into a guess not being able to stand being in there after everything that had happened.

You weren't doing well. You couldn't sleep, you couldn't eat, all you could think about was Wanda.

All you wanted was her. It was still hard for you to grasp. You couldn't believe she had cheated. It still just didn’t seem like something she would do. Your sweet Wanda. The one who always made sure you knew how much she loved you no matter what.

The Wanda that never let you both go to bed angry, The one that would always tell you she loved you before going to sleep, Or on the rare occasions when you left the house without one another. So to say you were distraught that she did something like this was an understatement.

Either way, you didn’t want to see her. You had been avoiding her at all costs. You were doing a good job until you saw her in the common area of the compound hanging out with Natasha.

You had mixed feelings about the woman.

Yes, she was the woman that your girlfriend had cheated on you with, but you felt there was something off.

Natasha was a bit older than Wanda, not by much, only 5 years but still, you couldn’t help but think maybe the older woman had taken advantage of Wanda’s vulnerable state.

You didn't put much thought into it though.

you decided that you were no longer interested in hanging out in the common room after spotting the couple. In a hurry, you turned and went back to your room, completely oblivious to the fact that the younger redhead had noticed you. You missed the longing and regretful look that she had in her eyes.

Wanda’s Pov

I watched you as you went back to what I assumed to be your room. Even though I was the one to break up with you. I missed you, being with Natasha was no longer making me as happy as I thought. Especially after I found out she had lied to me about what happened during the mission when Pietro died.

It was a few weeks before You and I had broken up when she approached me in the kitchen after not leaving what was our shared bedroom for days.

FLASHBACK (of Natasha telling what “Happened”)

We had just finished watching my favorite sitcom, which Pietro and I used to watch all the time. You were doing everything you could to make me feel better, and even though I might not have been showing it, you were helping. I had finally felt well enough to sit in the kitchen for a while and have a snack, which was something I had been struggling to do. So Progress was being made.

As I was eating my snack of apples and peanut butter, Natasha approached me. We didn't talk often, but we weren't strangers to each other. I was quite fond of the fellow avenger. "Hey, how are you doing?" she asked as she took a seat next to me. "I'm doing better," I replied, smiling slightly, looking up at her.

"That's good. And how are you and y/n doing?" I found it odd that she was asking about our relationship, but I answered her anyway. "Um, I mean we're okay. We could be doing better, but considering the circumstances, I'd say we're doing pretty well," I said wearily. She looked at me and nodded.

"That's good. Knowing she killed your brother and all." she claimed with what I now know to be a look of “evil” on her face. What she said shocked me.

“Wait what? What are you talking about y/n didn’t kill him? It was an accident, she told me what happened.” I replied getting defensive not liking what she was trying to accuse you of.

“Yeah, but I saw it. Whatever she told you is a lie.”

“Well, what did you see?” I asked, curious to know what she had seen.

She then goes on to tell me how she saw you and Pietro that day in the field fighting bots. For the most part, she told me the same thing you did. Until she added the part where you started fighting each other. “And then they just started fighting each other, I don’t know why. Maybe Y/n got hit in the head or something and started to think that Piet was one of the bots. He tried to knock some sense into her but it just didn’t work and eventually, she pulled out her gun and shot him. I guessed he just wasn’t quick enough to dodge it.” She revealed.

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

“Oh my goodness, Why wouldn't she tell me that? Why would she lie?” I cried looking for some sort of answers.

“I mean I don't know, think about it. Would you want to tell your girlfriend you killed her brother?”

What she said made sense to me, I could understand why you wouldn’t tell me but that wasn’t the relationship we had created. We were always very honest with each other from the beginning no matter what the circumstances were.

Heartbroken with the new knowledge I had just learned I still had one question.

“What were you doing? Why didn’t you stop them or help? Or something?” I desperately questioned.

Natasha shuffled in her seat a little before she answered me.

“I tried but I was busy fighting and helping get civilians to safety myself.”

I nodded at that understanding her reasoning.

END FLASHBACK

After our talk that day we continued getting to know each other more and more and I was drawing myself farther and farther away from you. I did feel bad about it but not bad enough to stop. I wanted you to feel the same pain that I felt when I thought you lied about what happened.

It wasn't until a few days after we broke up that Natasha's true colors started to show.

At the beginning of our relationship, Natasha tried to make me happy in her own way, much like you did. However, while you focused on letting me know that it was okay to feel my emotions and cry, Natasha often brushed me off and tried to distract me with sex. When I declined, saying that I wasn't in the mood, she would get irritable and act off for the rest of the day.

That’s what happened the day I found out that you were telling the truth about what happened during the mission.

FLASHBACK

I was having a bad day, which was as expected every once in a while. I knew some would be harder than others, but I had been improving and not struggling with basic tasks every day, today was an exception though.

All I wanted to do was stay in bed and watch the old sitcoms Piet and I used to but Natasha wasn’t having that.

All she wanted to do was have a beep. She kept begging me all day and getting pissy every time I would say no.

I was getting tired of it so I thought as a distraction now would be a good time to finally get my mission report done for that mission.

I had been given some grace given everything that happened but I wasn’t excluded completely.

I made my way down the hall to the conference room where everyone does their mission reports or papers of the same sort.

When I got there I saw a few pens and other unfinished reports scattered on the rectangular wooden table. I was going to let them be until I saw Natasha's report sitting there among the others. Curious about what she had written, I decided to read it.

Reading other people's reports wasn't forbidden but it was considered as an invasion of privacy, so I knew I shouldn't do it but I just couldn't help myself for some reason.

While I was reading the report, I realized that some information was missing.

None of the things she had told me that day were mentioned in the report. I was sure that it wasn't because she had not finished it yet. She never left the room until it was completed, and I knew that she would never lie in a report. That only meant one thing.

she had lied to me.

I was confused as to why she would lie to me, knowing that it would break us up. I knew the only way to know the truth was to ask her. So, I left the room with her report in my hands, forgetting about my report that needed to be completed.

I headed towards the training room, knowing that's where she would be. Before I approached her, I hid her report behind my back, not wanting her to know that I had read it just yet.

When I walked in, she was bench pressing. "Hey, can we talk?" I asked with urgency. "Can it wait? I'm in the middle of a set," she said, breathing hard. "No, it needs to be now, it's important," I replied, losing my patience.

She re-racked the bar, sat up, and wiped the sweat from her face. "What's up?" I took a deep breath and tried to remain calm, not wanting to cause a scene. "Can you tell me what happened that day on the mission when Piet died again?" She looked at me and rolled her eyes. "I've already told you what happened, why do you want to keep hearing it?" She asked, sounding annoyed. "Because I just want to know the truth," I replied. "Well, I already told you the truth," she answered. I nodded, "That's funny, so what would this be then?" I asked as I pulled the mission report out from behind my back.

The look on her face was priceless," I thought to myself. "Where did you find that?" she asked with a look of guilt on her face. "It doesn't matter where I found it, what matters is why you lied to me!" I cried, hitting her chest with my hands.

She gently grabbed my hands to stop my attack and took a deep breath before explaining something I never thought would be her reasoning. "I lied because I wanted to break the two of you up. You both seemed so happy, even with everything, and I wanted to experience that for myself. I wanted to feel special. And I knew that if I lied, you would believe me because people who are grieving are more likely to believe a lie than people who are not."

I was shocked by what I heard and even more so to see her crying, something I had never seen her do in the year I had been living here. Even though what she did was severely messed up, I could understand why she would do it. We had similar life experiences, and in our lifestyle, what you and I had was rare.

While I could understand, I was still very upset that she would even do something like that and that I would even believe you would lie to me. All that was on my mind at this moment was you. I had to get to you and explain everything, even if you didn’t believe me and never wanted to speak with me again. It was important to me that you knew the truth.

“I have to go,” I sobbed, taking my hands out of her embrace. “I need to explain everything to y/n.” However, that thought was short-lived.

“No, NO! Please don’t leave me,” she begged as she walked me back into a wall. “I need you. I'll do better at anything. Everything, just please don’t leave me.”

I could feel her emotions through me, and they almost became too much. It felt so weird to see her like this. One of the most powerful Avengers, who I looked up to, was begging me on her knees to stay with her. It showed how you could have everything in the world, but if you didn’t have anyone to love or be loved by, you were absolutely nothing.

Feeling for her I decide to comfort her now and talk about everything else later. “Okay, okay I'll stay, I won’t leave I promise.”

END FLASHBACK

"I had been dealing with this for a couple of weeks.

Whenever I confronted her, she would break down and plead with me not to leave her. But after seeing the sorrowful look in your eyes as you walked past the common room, I couldn't bear the thought of you not knowing what happened any longer. So, I decided to talk to you. I got up, leaving Natasha sitting on the couch, and told her that I was going to the bathroom.

As I made my way to your room, I could feel my heart beating loudly in my chest, and my hands were sweaty. When I arrived, I took a deep breath and knocked on your door."

Y/n Pov

I had just returned to my room when I heard a knock at my door. Even though I didn't feel like being bothered, I had to get up and answer it. To my surprise, Wanda was standing there, looking anxious. I was unsure of what she wanted, and even though I didn't particularly want to see her, it was nice to have her there. However, I didn't want to reveal that to her.

“Um, hi. What do you want?" I asked, curious about why she had come to my room. She looked down at her hands and fiddled with her fingers, a nervous habit of hers that I had always found endearing. Smiling at the memory, I waited for her response. "Hi, I was wondering if we could talk?" she finally replied, her voice shaking a little. "Why now? You haven't wanted to talk all this time, what's changed?" I asked, confused by her sudden request. "I know, but I need to speak with you. If after you hear me out, you don't want to speak to me again, I completely understand. I'll leave you alone. But please, I need you to hear me out," she pleaded, taking hold of my hands.

I decided to hear her out and stepped aside to let her in. As she passed by me, I caught a whiff of her flowery perfume and took a deep breath, remembering how her scent used to linger on my pillowcases. I gestured towards the chair in the corner for her to sit while I took the end of my bed. We sat in silence for a while until she finally spoke.

Wanda’s Pov

I was lucky enough to have you let me in. Now, it was time for me to tell you everything. I was so nervous. Despite having rehearsed everything that I wanted to say, I found myself at a loss for words now that I finally had the chance to.

Eventually, I decided to recount everything that had happened from the very beginning. I started with how Natasha approached me in the kitchen, and then to describe how she treated me and how I found out that she had lied, along with the reason behind it. I was afraid to hear what you would say.

"That’s everything that happened. I know that nothing can excuse what I did to you, but I need you to know that I'm sorry. I'm sorry for what I said to you that day when I told you that you weren't enough. It wasn't true, and I regret believing her instead of you. I know there's probably nothing I can say to fix this, but I just need you to know that." I said with tears in my eyes.

You looked at me with an expression that I couldn’t read. What you did next surprised me though.

Y/n Pov

After hearing everything you had to say. I felt as if everything made sense. I was saddened to know that my assumption from earlier about the older woman had been mostly correct but glad to know that the woman whom I fell in love with was exactly who I thought she was. My sweet Wanda.

I got up and walked over to the chair she was sitting in and took her face in my hands. Whipping away some of the tears that had fallen from her green orbits. I looked into her eyes and said, “I forgive you.” By the look on her face, I could tell she wasn’t expecting that she quickly jumped up and wrapped her arms around my neck.

I creased her back as I felt her body shake with sobs. I continued to whisper sweet nothings in her ear to calm her down. After a few moments, she was calm enough to have a conversation and I had some questions to ask her.

“I have some questions to ask you but first I want you to know that I’m glad you told me everything and that I don’t want you to blame yourself for what happened. Anyone would’ve been vulnerable and confused in your situation. You did the best that you could and I’m so proud of you for how far you’ve come since a few months ago and I want you to know what she did to you is not okay.” I didn’t expect a vocal reply out of her, however, I did feel her nuzzle her nose into my neck.

I continued with my little speech. “Now time for the questions,” I said while taking her chin in my hands to get her to look at me. “Did she ever force you to do anything you didn’t want to? You can just nod your head yes or no.” I asked, raising my eyebrow so she would know what I was implying. I see her shake her head at me. “Okay good, that’s good. Do you know what you want to do yet?”

She moved out of my embrace a little to sit up so she could answer. “Yes, I don’t want to be with her anymore but every time I try to have a conversation with her she breaks down like she did in the gym.” She cried. I thought for a few seconds before I answered her. “I have an idea but it’s going to be a lot, are you up for it?” She looked up at me and nodded.

Over the next few days, we talked over and over about what would be the best way to go about it. When we finally got it it was time to execute it.

Wanda’s Pov

Your plan had been brilliant, It was the best thing for everyone involved although not to get hurt but that still didn’t make this any easier. Even after everything that Natasha had done I still cared for the woman but this was the best thing for her. All I had to do was get her to Bruce and he would pretty much do the rest since you had caught him up on everything that had happened. Natasha was sitting in the kitchen drinking a protein shake when I approached her. “Hey, Tasha, I was wondering if you would come down to the lab with me. I need to grab something from Tony. He said it was something about “New and improved armor.” I asked, leaning against the counter trying to not show my nerves. “Yeah sure I'll come with you.” She answered, grabbing her protein drink off the counter to take with her.

When we got to the lab she opened the door for me. I walked in and my eyes met with Bruce. I searched his emotionless eyes with my nervous ones hoping that he could give me some kind of reassurance that this was the right thing to do.

As we walked in farther Bruce walked up to us with a blank look on his face. Natasha was the first one to speak. “Hey, Bruce. Tony said he had some new armor for Wanda?” I grabbed her hand to get her to look at me thinking I should be the one to break the news. “Um, actually Nat we’re not here for that, Bruce wanted to speak with you,” I explained gently, trying to keep her as calm as possible. “Speak to me? Speak to me about what?”

She was a little cautious about what was going on. I looked to Bruce for help, thinking he would know how to answer her better than I would. “I just want to talk, you know, checking in with how you're doing.” He answered her. “Well, I’m doing fine. I need to know what this is about and I need to know now.”

Not wanting to upset her more than I already have, I decided to just tell her. “Listen,” I said, taking her hands in mine. “I want you to know that there’s nothing wrong with accepting help. Even the strongest people fall sometimes.” She looked at me with worry in her voice and asked. “I- I what are you talking about?” “I spoke with him about what you told me in the gym and about everything,” I replied, almost holding my breath. I worried about what the outcome of this would be. “And he thinks that he has some things that can help you.” She looked at me with wide eyes before stating. “What I’m not crazy…I’m not crazy.” I quickly reassured her and said, “No one said you are not like I said it's okay to need help sometimes,” hoping that she would understand.

It seemed like she did as she took a deep breath and surprisingly agreed to hear Bruce out as long as I sat there and listened with her, I agreed to do that seeing as I did just surprise her out of nowhere with this. After we listened to Bruce talk about what would be her treatment plan. She seemed to be more comfortable with the idea.

When we were walking out of the lab she stopped. I turned around to see what was the hold up when she said something that I wasn’t expecting. “I’m sorry for what I did, Really sorry.” She said looking down at her feet. “And I want you to be happy, You deserve to be happy and I know that you aren’t that with me but you were with y/n and if you need me to explain everything to her I will but you deserve to be happy and be with someone who is just as amazing as you are.” She continued this time looking me in the eyes. I was shocked as to what I was hearing but not wanting to leave her hanging I replied. “Thank you for apologizing and I accept your apology. I do not need you to talk to Y/n but I do appreciate the gesture.” She nodded at me. “So I guess this is it?” You looked at her and gave a sad smile. “Yes it is, but I will be here if you need to talk and I want to be updated on how your treatment is going.” She smiled back at you and replied “I will keep you updated. Bye, Wanda.” “Goodbye,” I said as I walked away from her feeling sad but excited to go and see you.

When I finally found you, you were in your room reading some book that I couldn't see the name of. I ran into the room and jumped on your bed. You giggled and put the book down, then said, “I'm guessing it went well?” I nodded my head, smiling. “It went a lot better than I was expecting. Your plan worked,” I said. You looked at me, smiling, “I told you it would,” you said while scooting over to make room for me. As I was getting comfortable, I felt you staring at me. I looked up at you and asked, “What?” You blushed and replied, “Nothing, you're just really beautiful.” I surprised myself and started leaning up to kiss you. I went slow, not the perfect knowing if you were ready yet, but letting you know that I was. I soon knew that you were when I felt your lips on mine. I smiled softly as I broke away from the kiss. I then snuggled up in your arms, not certain of what we were in the moment, but sure of one thing: you are enough for me.

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TMNT HEADCANON / how the turtles text

A lot can be said from how someone express themselves through texting, so this is just some crack / light headcanons !

Not really based on a single version per say, more that turtles have been deprived of social interaction for the majority of their life and I think texting them would be an very interesting experience lol

Idea based on @avery73 last random turtle post (thanks for being one of our strongest soldiers and writing wonderful pieces 🫡) English is not my first language and I didn’t proofread this, if there is any grammatical erros pls don’t hesitate to tell me!

Mikey

🎢 Single texts

🎢 Just like this

🎢 Loads of it

🎢 You got 60 new messages

🎢 in the past 2 minutes

🎢 Loads of gifs too

🎢 And voice memos

🎢Oh look

🎢6 personality tests links

🎢What do you mean you won’t do it

🎢He needs to know what kind of cupcake you are!!!!

🎢 And music recs

🎢 Your phone won’t stop vibrating

🎢 for the next weeks

🎢 After you meet him (Honestly really annoying unless you have a crush on him)

🎢 For the latinos/latinas; if he EVER finds out about WhatsApp and the stickers. Oh you are so done. If you have an older phone that shit WILL blow up / malfunction for SURE

🎢 uses TONS OF EMOJIS !!!!! 😍😍😝🤪😋🤩AND CAPS AS WELL!!! 🥳😽✌️👅🗣️

🎢Mikey live reaction when you ask if he’s upset that you asked him to tone it down a notch with the texting on a busy day:

🎢 Will lowkey tone it down with the emojis when he finds out some ppl find it cringe, but with his angels cakes ???????? 🫵 YOU BET 🗣️ HE WILL SHOW YOU WITH IT 💋🫦💅🏻🤳🏼💃🏻🕺🏽🙈🦋🌺🧡🌚🌻🔥💥🌟

🎢Will accidentally send you some random ass emoji that wasn’t supposed to be on the context of the text, also the autocorrect is def not his friend

Mikey : how’s it going baby gorila

Mikey: babygirl*

Mikey:

Mikey: I’m sorry

🎢 adds emojis to very contacts in his t-phone:

Leo: Leader of the pack 🐺 🐢 🫡

Donnie: Eistein 📚🧬⚗️ (Raph also shares this name on his t-cell)

Raph: Murderous teddy bear 🧸 🧨

Splinter: Mafia Boss 🪤 (no one knows about this name tho)

April: Chanel N.6 🎤(or World of Apes 🦧 lmao)

Casey: New York Hockey League 🏒

Vern: Some dude (adds 🦅 so he knows it’s Vern and not “some random dude”)

Y/n: angelcakes pookie wookie baby boo boo love of my life !!!!!! 😍🥰👀🧚🏻‍♂️

🎢Mikey live reaction when Raph yells at him to stop flooding the chat, followed by mikey texting him “make me” (they are sitting next to each other):

Donnie

🔭Huge blocks of it in the speed of light. many topics, many questions and also explanations at just one sitting

🔭But won’t hold back on a smart ass short cut response for one his brothers (literally has the sharpest tongue)

🔭Will hardly uses emojis, only when it’s a single text to express an emotion (most current used emojis: 🤓when he does something impressive 💜: for y/n 🙄: when venting about something annoying Leo / Mikey / Raph did)

🔭Will want to discuss random ass problems he has encountered in his projects, in forums online, specially if you ever show interest in debating / doesnt hold back into showing your strong opinions

🔭 Has named their brothers as “Failed Lab Experiments” and managed to color code their messages (has the only t-phone that has this feature)

🔭Donnie creating the most unique and smartass way to charge his phone just cuz he can:

🔭Deadass his reaction when texting his crush 👀:

🔭 Has modified Mikey’s phone so he doesn’t have access to emojis for a whole week after his baby brother decided to spam him “out of no where” (after Donnie won consecutively 10 Mario Kart matches AND ate the last 2 slices of cold pizza)

🔭Result: mikey spammed EVEN MORE and only spoke to EVERYONE by Japanese emojis. Leo and Raph begged demanded that donnie install his emojis back cuz they were DONE with the whole situation

Failed lab experiment N.4: ( ๑‾̀◡‾́)σ" °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖° (♡´౪`♡)

Failed lab experiment N.1: Stop.

Failed lab experiment N.4: ┬┴┬┴┤ᵒᵏ (･_├┬┴┬┴ Failed lab experiment N.4: (;﹏;)

Failed lab experiment N.2: You stupid IDIOT Failed lab experiment N.2: look what you've done now he’s sad

🔭 Donnie also has to deal with his brothers thinking he is their personal Google (he will always answer their questions, even out of spite):

Failed lab experiment N.4: Donnie what’s a Cochlear implant

Successful lab experiment: A small, complex electronic device that can help to provide a sense of sound to a person who is profoundly deaf or severely hard-of-hearing. The implant consists of an external portion that sits behind the ear and a second portion that is surgically placed under the skin.

Failed lab experiment N.4: :0 yikes

Failed lab experiment N.4: Okay thanks!!!!

Successful lab experiment: Stop asking me stuff when you can just Google it.

Failed lab experiment N.4: But I like talking to you 🙀😔

Failed lab experiment N.4: You are my favorite turtle Siri!!! 😉

Successful lab experiment: I’d prefer if I wasn’t... Also, why are you curious about cochlear implants?

Successful lab experiment: Mikey?

Successful lab experiment: Mikey!!!!!

(He still doesn’t know why)

Raph

🥊 Barely uses emojis. Lowkey barely texts? doesn't see the appeal to it, rather prefer to hang out with you 1 on 1 than being far away from you (will never ever admit to it. maybe after 3 years in a relationship)

🥊as a friend: he wont be the one spiking a conversation, but might keep going if he's truly bored (this is prone to happen during daylight / evening when they still can't go out) but will probably be the one to ask to hang out when he needs an outlet and such 🥊*sees messages* eh i'll reply later *completely forgets about it*

🥊 will effortlessly take the most breath-taking pictures of new york during patrol and send it to you 🥊 if you are already his s/o / someone he trusts: will most likely text you to ask about stuff (if you need anything or something he needs from topside) or to diss / vent / gossip about his brothers 🥊 will send embarrassing pictures of his brothers to you cuz he can't deal with that shit alone lmao

🥊 will either be pretty clueless with the most random ass stuff or out of propose just to tease you: y/n: jniasunoakpfa raph: what was that y/n: keyboard smash? raph: how do i do that y/n: just press anything raph: 7 🥊 Raph Live reaction as soon as he realizes he has feelings for you:

🥊 Also Raph Live reaction when he comes to terms with this feelings and has an excuse to ignore Leo (even if he doesnt like texting) just bc he can ignore Leo as he pleases:

Leo

🎏 Perfect texts 🎏 looks like an email/letter sometimes 🎏 to most people: 1 message with divided topics. pretty direct 🎏 when he can't reply right away: "Hello. I'm happy you wrote to me. I try to reply promptly but currently I'm not available at the moment-" Like omg bro RELAX. 🎏 to his s/o: 70% direct, the other 30% likes to send little reminders, either with songs or pretty things she has seen during a patrol with a "thinking of you" message. lowkey romantic when he doesn't even mean to be, def shows how thoughtful he is 🎏 prefers to call you rather than texting. especially if you are dating/has a crush on you he might not even realize why he likes calling you so much, until it hits like a brick that he just wants to hear your voice 🎏Leo when he calls you and doesn't know when to "intervene" / his time to talk back (god forbid he's unpolite and interrupts you):

lowkey him listening to April vent about smth dumb shit Casey did /any human friend venting and he doesnt know how to react lmao 🎏Just like Donnie, has favorite emojis and will only use it in specific situations (this will take time for it to happen, like after years Donnie first invented the t-phone and finally relized he didn't had to be so formal when texting): 🐢 when talking about team work or his brothers / 🪷 for meditating or mindfulness (thinks its peaceful) / 💙 for his boo and his boo only / 😏 only in a relationship, especially when he's feeling scipy (extremely rare for it to happen over text tho)

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Group chat (more than one reaction)

💚 catching social cues irl can be hard, you are telling me there are hidden social cues in texting too??

💚 “Nah shut up” group, doesn’t care much about it and won’t change their ways: Leo, Raph

💚 Will research about it, will talk to every single human he knows (yes. you. Vern. Casey and April) Needs to know the social cues. NOW: lmao try to guess

💚 Also needs to know, but for meme reasons, he has to say up to date w the terminology/ slangs: another hard guess /j

💚 Oh btw, Donnie totally uses /j /Tw /srs terminology WHILE he texts fast AND huge text blocks. none of his brothers know how he does it

💚Will over use fresh lingo he has learned overhearing humans on patrol, shows, from his humans friends to the point it’s almost unbearable: Mikey 💚Live reaction of Raph and Leo trying to understand when Mikey or Donnie spamming the group chat with their extremely recent memes or hyperfixations:

💚the chat WILL be flooded with things related to their favorite basketball teams, show they want to see or dumbass pictures of their daily lifes, example: Mikey: *has sent an selfie*

Mikey: you know y/n

Mikey:If you’re fortunate enough

Mikey: your internal organs will spend their entire lifespan in absolute darkness

Mikey: but mine?

April: oh boy here we go

Mikey: Hasn’t. 😏😏😏

Y/n: Oh?

Mikey: *send another selfie flexing muscles* you see when you fight crime everyday-

Raph: yeah he shallowed a glow stick

#visually this looks a hot mess I apologize #did i add a bunch of my old incorrect quotes on this? #yes i did #i regret nothing #tmnt headcanons #tmnt x reader #2003 tmnt #tmnt bayverse turtles x reader #2003 tmnt x reader #2007 tmnt #mm tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2007 #giulia writes

[gothsugarbunnidisco]

lawlight fic rec list

so i’m gonna do a series of these, starting with my favorite death note ship! make sure to pay attention to all warnings on these fics. enjoy! if you have a ship you’d like me to make a rec list for, please just send me an ask! i don’t want to be obnoxious, and i’m not saying they’re good, but i (slackjawbitch on ao3) have some lawlight fics up!

♡ = a favorite of kitty’s

angst

♡ 1. i’m drowning; please save me: L looks at Yagami Light and drowns. There is no other way to put it. As the days pass and blend into weeks, L looks at Yagami Light sitting next to him, the harsh lines of his face creased and determined, and he swallows water.

L looks at Yagami Light and he cannot breathe.

great characterization, always makes me very emo, and is probably a pretty major influence on my writing. one shot. 1,817 words.

2. always waiting for you just to cut to the bone: And then, breaking through the pounding in his head he hears what would be the last words out of that wretched man’s lips.

“I love you.”

fic for teh death note drama (2016) canon! title is unfortunately from a t*ylor sw*ft song (/silly) but this fic is so good and sad.

3. Our Bodies, Possessed By Light: L. Lawliet is a gifted photographer who believes he has understood the light and its secrets. Light Yagami is a young, unstable and slightly crooked model. Together, they kill time.

modeling and photography au. make sure to read all teh tags and warnings for this one; there’s nothing gross, but some potentially triggering subjects for some people are in here. multi chapter. 81,218 words.

4. Hearts and Spades: Which would you choose? Love or death? RaitoL, slight AU.

short but sweet piece featuring that classic fanfiction dot net era vibe, an emo-ass playing card metaphor (/pos), and a recounting of l’s death scene that made me sad over him all over again (also /pos). and also light being obnoxious, but it’s death note, so that’s usually a given, lol. one shot. 1,801 words.

5. Not Quite Drowning: Sometimes Light ponders happiness. L/Light

a short lawlight and light character study. i like it a lot, and i don’t usually like light, so that should tell you something about how well i think it’s written! one shot. 424 words.

♡ 6. Water, water, water: In the bath, they forget they’re a detective and a suspect; they remove these identities along with their clothes, layer by layer until there are only the handcuffs left. And them; facing the other in the eerie calmness of their bathroom.

At least, it’s how Light sees it.

i really love this one! make sure to read teh tags, as eating disorders and drugs are mentioned, for example. angst with a happy ending! one shot. 3,504 words.

fluff

1. Silver Bells: Silver bells...silver bells...

They’ve made it. Everything is okay now, when they’re dancing in the candlelight.

really, really cute! i recommend it as a palate cleanser to make you feel better after reading a sad one, lol. one shot. 1,255 words.

♡ 2. New Year’s Eve: "I've seen fireworks before," he says. "This is... so much... more."

just a cute little new year’s eve lawlight fireworks show! this one is also from 2009 which is kinda cool to me, haha. i like this author’s descriptive language a lot. one shot. 507 words.

♡ 3. Do Gay Penguins Go to Hell?: Too many New Year snacks bring about a family discussion between L, Raito and their daughter about healthy diet, common sayings and nature of good and evil. And gay penguins, of course. AU

a really darling kid fic, based on teh stupid, homophobic controversy over that adorable kids’ book about teh gay penguin couple. one shot. 3,791 words.

4. A Feeling: It's LxLight fluff! This takes place after Light was confined and lost his memories, chained to L. : D SO YUS. SOME FLUFF FOR YAH D: Hope you leik it :D

very cute “l and light cuddle and kiss” fic, written by a scene kid in 2008, which is extra points with me! one shot. 1,006 words.

alright! i will add to this rec list as i find more fics, and i would love it if people would send in their favorite lawlight fics!

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[bleach-your-panties]

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[roses-r-rosie3]

Hiya there! ♡🦊

How are you doing?

I would like to request a gender neutral!reader x Wally West! (I read your pinned post but if things changed and you're now comfortable only with male reader I am absolutely up for it as well)

I am horribly in need of fluff, soft moments, etc. So, if you're willing to write something about reader and Wally moving in together, learning even more about each other woth that, wearing each other clothes to relax at home, etc. If that's something you're up for as well!

All in all thank you for what you already wrote, I am having a blast! And as an enby (who tries very hard to look more masc because nature was mean to me) it's really lovely to read things that are more aligned with me, than usual fem readers where reader is so hyper feminine that it makes me nearly dysphoric haha.

Take care and have a beautiful week ahead! ♡♡🦊🦊

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Wally West x GN!Reader

Warnings: Fluff

A/n 1: Hey anon! I’m seriously so glad that I could make you feel comfortable! This really means so much to me 😭❤️🫶

A/n 2: This request was also so genuinely fun to write😭

f/f = Favorite Food

Quote: “Well, I love you to the mountains and back. To the far, far hills and around Europe and Australia back to the states, China and all the way back to Korea. And I love you to the clouds and through the universe, across Mars all the way to the sun and back”

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You and Wally have been talking about moving in with each other since the day you first started dating. You couldn’t help but imagine how fun it would be to live with Wally. He was sweet, caring, loving, funny, and goofy! Why wouldn’t you want to live with him!

But now that your dream was actually becoming a reality, you couldn’t help but to feel giddy. You and Wally had saved enough money for 5 years and finally found your dream home. The two of you had everything planned out, from what to your living room, kitchen, bedroom, backyard, and even your bathroom would look like!

You and Wally packed all your stuff and belongings into some boxes (with some help of both of your parents and friends of course) and packed it into the moving truck. You and Wally said your goodbye to your family and friends before going into your car and driving to the house.

The trip there was a blast. You and Wally played music in the car, practically screaming the lyrics to every song as you drove to your dream house. Both you and Wally had seen the house before, but seeing it together made the both of you speechless.

The both of you walked inside, exploring the house together. Yep, this is definitely where you wanted to spend your whole life with Wally. A few days later, the moving truck finally arrived. After everything was set up and complete, the place finally felt like home.

The first day you and Wally spent in the house, you both decided to cuddle together on the couch, eating some snacks while watching tv. Wally snuggled his head close to your chest, taking in your scent as a warm blanket covered the both of you. The two of you eventually fell asleep on the couch, in the middle of some random romcom.

When the two of you woke up, the popcorn bowl had somehow spilled all over the blanket and Wally’s hair. Wally was a bit whiny when he found the pieces of popcorn in his hair, but when you decide to eat the piece of popcorn from his hair, the two of you started laughing your asses off.

That day, while Wally was watching the tv, you decided to surprise him with a dinner date. The two of you ate the (f/f) that you had made, while laughing and talking about random stuff. This time, the two of you didn’t sleep on the couch, and actually slept in your shared bedroom for the first time.

The moment you and Wally changed into your pjs and went into bed together, and fell fast asleep. When the you woke up, you found Wally snuggling against your chest with his arms wrapped around your body. You were originally planning to make Wally breakfast in bed but with him lying on you like this, you didn’t know if you could even try!

You slowly tried to move but each time, Wally would pull you closer, his grip seeming to get tighter with each attempt. But when you finally got out of his grasps, he let out a whine.

“Y/n come back to bed and snuggle with me” Wally complained.

“Oh come on you big baby, I’m making you breakfast in bed” you laughed.

That seemed to shut Wally up, because he fell dead asleep, while hugging the pillow you were laying on. When you finally got done making breakfast, you set it on a tray (idk what to call it) and walked into your shared bedroom. When you opened the door you saw Wally sitting upright on the bed, seemingly to have waited for you to be done.

“Finally you came” Wally giggled.

“Did I not make the kings breakfast fast enough?” You teased.

“No you did not” Wally said jokingly as you set down the tray of food in front of him.

“Oh, then I guess I should leave while the king eats his food then…”

“No wait! Stay in here with me! I wanna talk to you while I eat” Wally whined.

“Fine, but just let me go get my plate” you smiled.

After you got your plate of breakfast, you quickly joined Wally in your bed. Wally immediately started to talk about some new movies that were about to come out as he shoved some food into his mouth. You couldn’t help but to laugh a hit at Wally’s energy. His bright smile, his gleaming eyes, his dimples… sometimes you wonder how you got so lucky.

When the two of you finished your breakfast, Wally even helped you clean up. You and Wally sat down on the couch, finishing up the tv show you were watching. Wally snuggled next to you once again while the two of you were watching. You ended up learning that Wally had a habit sniffing your clothes, to calm him down even more than he already was.

By the time the two of you finished your tv show, it was already lunch time! So you quickly decided to make some grilled cheese (if you don’t like grilled cheese just replace that with whatever you like). After the two of you were done eating, you decided to take a long nap, that lasted until dinner time.

For dinner, you and Wally decided to order some takeout. The two of you decided to take a quick little shower together while you waited for the food to arrive. After the two of you were done showering, you thought it would be funny if you and Wally could switch clothes.

When you mentioned it to Wally, he was immediately esthetic and said yes instantly. As soon as you put Wally’s shirt on, it felt like heaven. Not too long later, the takeout arrived and the two of you sat on the couch and immediately dug in while watching yet another movie.

“Wally” you said.

“Hm?”

“I love you so much, dating you was one of the best decisions of my life” you smiled.

“Well, I love you to the mountains and back. To the far, far hills and around Europe and Australia back to the states, China and all the way back to Korea. And I love you to the clouds and through the universe, across Mars all the way to the sun and back” Wally smiled back cheekily before pulling you in for a kiss.

(AND YES THAT WAS A ROSÈ REFERENCE)

Live footage of the reader after Wally said that:

YEP THIS WAS THE MAN YOU WERE DEFINITELY MEANT TO BE WITH.

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[megistusdiary]

I’m not sure if you’ve written for Xiao yet… but I’m always curious of how people interpret his.. libido to say the least, considering he’s an adeptus and doesn’t feel emotion the same way humans do.

Maybe a shy Xiao were he’s not really sure HOW to ask reader to sleep with him so he tries to give “subtle” hint but they really aren’t as subtle as he thinks.

BTW I love your writing ahhhh

(Can I claim an emoji.. idk how that works tbh I never leave asks so if I can… could I be like, 🥀 anon?? Thanks!!! 💜)

hi there! of course you can be 🥀 anon, welcome to my page :D i'm also very happy you like my writing ♡♡♡ tysm for reading

also i have actually only written two pieces for xiao which are as follows:

1) jealous dom xiao

2) consensual somno with dom xiao

i like to think that xiao doesn't know much about sex except that when done between a male and female, you can create another human sometimes

he doesn't really understand the love-making part of intercourse, so i have an idea of who he would try to ask lol

honestly this has a lot of plot. i have been writing so much these past few days, phew! when i have the time, i am a writing machine haha

warnings: switch!xiao and switch!fem anatomy/pronouns reader

nervous xiao, handjob (xiao receiving), lots of touching/making out lol, first-time sex for both of you :) , lube, fingering/penetration (reader receiving), soft ♡, kissing, baizhu is here but just as a side character because i ♡ him

the leather-bound book sat heavy on your desk in xiao's memory, unable to remove itself from his thoughts.

slightly worn around the edges and held closely to your face while you read it, lips thoroughly bitten. you seemed to think you were so sly when you hid that book behind you whenever he mentioned it.

so it was unusual that he had found it on your desk, for once unguarded by your form. xiao innocently opened the unlabeled cover to see what you had been reading so intently this week.

barely a few sentences in to the page, he immediately realized this was some type of erotic book. he was unfamiliar with some of these terms, purely from a lack of knowledge of human intimacies.

when he finally reached the end of the page, he snapped out of his trance, slamming the book shut with so much force it scattered the pages of your report to the floor.

never had the yaksha been more thoroughly embarrassed, cheeks stained red as he clutched his head.

he knew humans were odd, but he had never seen such a crude book. he never pegged you for the type to be interested in such things. how could one want to read about the act of producing a child?

odd.

perhaps that's how xiao ended up seeking out a personal consultation with the popular pharmacist from bubu pharmacy.

as uncomfortable as it was, the doctor was happy to make his acquaintance, keeping an even-toned expression when he welcomed the yaksha in after hours.

"i understand these concepts might be unfamiliar to you, though i mean no disrespect. these types of things are different from public displays of affection, and they aren't so easily written in literature."

xiao begged to differ based upon that book you left out so haphazardly on your desk for anyone to see.

he allowed the doctor to explain things in the most scientific way possible, trying to remain calm and collected until the yaksha suddenly held up a hand to stop him.

"i...appreciate your effort, but i already understand the act of procreation. i just don't..comprehend why humans seem to enjoy it so much."

baizhu paused, determining the best way to answer the question before he finally understood why xiao really wanted to see him. "i see. you're asking about why lovers like it so much." baizhu barely stifled a chuckle. "to be honest, it's been a while since i have done that myself, but it isn't so much about the act itself."

"how so?"

"it's about being vulnerable with someone. allowing them to see all of you while you see all of them. it's hard to let ourselves be open with everyone, especially if we have a particularly traumatic past. it can lead to becoming guarded." xiao frowned at this. "but, when you're with someone special, a normally uncomfortable situation becomes tender. intercourse becomes love-making." baizhu scratched the back of his neck, wondering if any of this was even sticking. "ah, i'm sorry if-"

xiao abruptly stood, silencing the doctor. "no need to apologize. i understand now. thank you for your time, doctor."

"oh, before you go-" baizhu stood up slower than xiao, reaching behind the counter to collect a small brown bag. "it might not be my place, but i always see mr. zhongli from the wangsheng funeral parlor here collecting peculiarly strong medicine for someone in liyue. it might be presumptuous of me, but, here." he held the bag out towards xiao. "it'll save mr. zhongli a trip here."

xiao gingerly took the bag, holding it in one palm before practically vanishing before baizhu's eyes. the pharmacist smiled to himself, shaking his head before locking up the pharmacy doors and heading home.

it had been a few days since then, and after continuous thinking, he finally decided it was the right time to ask you to do this with him.

you seemed to thoroughly enjoy that book, so surely, it would be even better to experience the real thing, no?

although, xiao had no idea how to bring this to your attention without sounding crude. why was he so nervous about something so simple? he was a yaksha. why were trivial human matters frightening to him?

when you finally came home that evening, you were surprised to see xiao waiting for you, standing in the doorway at attention, watching you almost drop your bag.

"oh, xiao-" you held a hand over your heart, laughing to yourself. "you scared me a little there."

you walked past him, opting to unpack your bag as xiao focused his steel gaze upon your form. "i don't know if you're hungry or not, but i brought your favorite." you turned, holding the container of almond tofu with a big grin.

you expected to see the usual hint of a smile on his own lips, though he seemed to remain neutral as you frowned slightly. "hey, is something wrong?" you started to feel concerned, worried you had upset the yaksha.

xiao clenched his fists as he huffed. "it's nothing. i appreciate the gesture."

you deflated a bit, causing xiao to feel that slight burn in his chest. guilt, he assumed. "alright, sure. i'll leave it here for you." you set the container back on the counter, rubbing your eyes as you put the rest of your things away.

xiao could take it no longer, wishing desperately to get this idea out of his head. "i read your book." he softly blurted out as you slowly turned towards him on your heels.

"what book-"

"the book."

"oh..." you fell silent, face feeling hot as you coughed. "well, i am, uh, sorry for traumatizing you with that, so...yeah." you averted your eyes, screaming at yourself inside your head. how could you forget to put that book back under your pillow? xiao was definitely going to disappear forever now. well done.

"do you want to try...that."

your eyes practically popped out from your skull, covering your mouth. "try what now?"

"intercourse. with- me."

xiao's face was as red as a tomato as you stared at him shocked. "i knew this was a foolish idea, i apologize for offending you. this is an insult to-"

"no!" you yelled out, moving your hands to his shoulders. "no, no, no you're misunderstanding!" you shook your head. "xiao, do you really mean it? you'd try it? with me?"

xiao nodded once, surprised by your overdramatic reaction. was it really as good as baizhu explained it to be?

he also wondered if his karmic debt would weigh too heavily on you for a moment before you gasped, shaking his shoulders with your excited gestures.

"oh, xiao, i...i wanted to ask you for a really long time. i just- i thought you'd never want to. and i never wanted to make you feel uncomfortable." you explained as xiao finally understood.

so you did want to create a child with him? to be honest, he wasn't quite sure if it was even possible, though he had heard stories of half adeptus children in liyue, namely that very popular lawyer woman.

"i'm willing to try." xiao nodded. he allowed you to excitedly lead him to the bedroom, stumbling over your own feet as you pulled him to the bed.

"there's really no need to be nervous." you told him sweetly, cradling his face between your palms as he willed himself to relax.

you were correct, and he hated to admit that a human was more wise than him.

you slowly leaned forward. "is this okay?" you questioned, noses nearly touching as he nodded, staying still and allowing you to approach him. you carefully pressed your lips to his, rubbing your thumbs across his cheekbones as you smiled into his mouth.

xiao's eyes fluttered shut as he allowed you to guide him, keeping his hands at his sides, awkwardly clutching at the blankets. you gently pulled away, feeling him lean forward to chase your lips before catching himself and opening his eyes.

you reached towards his hands now, holding them gently and placing them on your waist as you climbed into his lap. "there, that's better." you commented, kissing him deeper, swiping your tongue across the seam of his lips.

shockingly, xiao seemed to understand this gesture, parting his lips and allowing you to slide your tongue into his mouth. he seemed to find this sensation odd, gripping your hips a little tighter when you shifted against him.

he felt warm when you moved over his hips, pressing your weight down onto him as he groaned, feeling the strange sensations.

you smirked, grinding down against him as he leaned away, panting with spit-slicked lips as you held onto his shoulders tighter. "does that feel good?" you asked as his eyes closed once more, eyebrows furrowing. you giggled a little before stopping, hips growing tired before you suddenly let out a soft moan when xiao started moving your hips for you.

it was easy to forget his inhuman strength when he looked so soft. his grip was tight as he moved you at his leisure, inexperienced yet curious.

"have you- done this before?" you asked him, feeling warmth building in your core as xiao shook his head.

"never." he answered before pulling you against him once more, trembling a bit. "have you?" from the way you spoke and read it so freely, he was shocked to see you shyly shake your head.

"no...i was waiting for the right person." you admitted sheepishly. "i wanted it to be special." you smiled up at him, kissing his cheek.

xiao realized you were talking about him, making it feel like he had crystalflies in his stomach.

"here, i want to try something." you moved off his lap, opting to tug at the waistband of his pants. "we both take off some clothes so it isn't as awkward, okay?"

xiao was perplexed when he watched you shyly pull of your jacket. "i assumed it was normal to strip during this act. is it not natural?"

"huh?"

"being nude. why would you be uncomfortable with the idea?"

you paused, mouth opening and closing as you tried to think of an excuse. in that time, xiao took it upon himself to fully strip. "i have no shame in this form. i took it many years ago in honor of my savior. it is something of pride and loyalty. your form is to be respected." xiao reminded you as your eyes widened.

"well...okay." you took a deep breath, removing the rest of your clothing to match xiao as he carefully folded the fabric, placing it on the chair near the bed. "come here." you gestured as he moved towards you. "lean against the headboard."

xiao did as you commanded, feeling your gaze burn against his skin when you trailed your eyes down his body. you stopped just above his groin, feeling embarrassed as you leaned forward.

"oh! i almost forgot, i actually had something, well uh...just in case." you laughed nervously, reaching over to your nightstand, pulling out a small bottle of liquid.

"what is that?"

"it's supposed to make it easier by making your skin more slippery." you explained, uncapping the bottle to pour some on your fingers. "it'll feel much better with this. or so i've heard."

"from who?"

"...sources."

you ignored xiao's huff, carefully tracing a finger along his shaft as his hips jumped. "sensitive." you smiled, feeling his thighs go tense as you swirled your finger around the tip, playing with the slit as his cock slowly grew harder, leaning up against his stomach.

you moved your hand around him, carefully stroking in a gentle motion as he let out a groan from the slick sounds of your hand on his skin. "it...feels good, but strange-" xiao's hands clenched on the sheets as you moved your hand up and down, using the other hand to play with his heavy balls as he gasped.

as expected, he didn't last long, reaching his first orgasm quickly, coming all over your hand and his stomach, feeling sticky on your fingers as you gently eased him through his orgasm. he relaxed against the headboard, watching as you smiled to yourself.

the expression slowly faded when you realized he was still hard...?

"what- xiao, that's...weird? that's not supposed to happen."

xiao looked perplexed. "i thought humans are capable of enduring multiple orgasms."

"i mean, yeah, with breaks- they don't just keep going-" xiao cut you off by pulling you towards him, pressing your body to his.

"what do i do to return this favor?"

"well, i guess the equivalent would be fingering me? i'm not really sure about that though because-!" xiao reached his hand down to press against your wet cunt, feeling your hips jump against his touch. "xiao, hold on, i'm sensitive-"

he pressed his free hand against your fingers, collecting the leftover lube to press against your cunt, rolling his fingers over the skin messily. "xiao, there's a specific way to do it." your cheeks burned. "i'll show you." with one hand, you gripped his shoulder, the other reaching down to wrap around his wrist, feeling around for your clit until you positioned his finger pads just right.

"oh- there." you sighed, moving his fingers in circles as you moved your hips to match the motion.

"is this...adequate?"

"very," you laughed breathlessly. "but, i need you to do something else for me too."

"anything."

"before we try to put your...you know in me, i need to be, how should i say this, stretched out? they say it really hurts the first time...and i guess i'm just a little nervous because-"

"i promise i won't let anything hurt you." you were taken aback by xiao's sudden oath, looking deep into your eyes as your lips parted. "tell me what i need to do."

you carefully moved his hand down towards your hole, allowing him to feel for himself. "here?" he asked.

"yeah, just press in but be gentle, please." you whimpered as he dipped the tip of his index finger in, gently pushing as you shifted uncomfortably. "feels weird."

xiao stayed silent, eyebrows furrowed by the strange texture around his finger. it was tight, yet soft, wet, and warm as you sucked the digit in. he stuck another next to it, feeling you grip his shoulder tightly, hand falling from his wrist as you dug your nails into his bicep. "archons-"

he continued to push the digits in and out, sometimes moving his fingers a bit. he recalled baizhu explaining some of this. he called it 'fingering' or something along the lines. a fitting name indeed.

eventually you stopped him, gesturing for him to remove his fingers as he frowned. "is something wrong?"

"no, no, i just- i think i'm ready." you took a deep breath as he nodded.

he positioned his tip at your entrance, watching you worry your lip between your teeth as you felt it slowly enter you, tensing your body as he hissed.

"don't do that-" he groaned, grabbing your hips. "relax your muscles, it's too...tight."

you tried to relax, eyes tearing up slightly. it was not as excruciating as you expected, though the stretch did burn, and once you finally got through the hard part, xiao paused.

he allowed you to lean on him, taking shallow breaths as he smoothed a hand down your back. baizhu told him to be patient. he explained you would need time to adjust, that it could be painful taking something in your body this way.

xiao was glad he listened, finally feeling your heartbeat slow as he gently soothed you, albeit stiffly.

"are you okay?" he asked, feeling you nod against his shoulder. he carefully moved his hips experimentally, feeling you clutch your arms around his neck for stability, still pressed to his chest as he hummed, picking up the pace gradually.

you allowed him to buck into you at different angles, feeling him shiver as you kissed at his neck, humming into his skin.

"ah-" you suddenly arched when he hit your g-spot unexpectedly, eyes closing as xiao looked concerned. "that was- good, that was a good spot and-"

he pressed into it again, maintaining the angle of his hips as you trembled. "no, no, i'm gonna come if you keep doing that, xiao." you panicked, though he paid no mind, hearing going static as he continued to fuck up into you. "xiao-" you whined as he held you close to him.

he felt your soft breaths on his skin, hair tickling his neck as you suddenly jolted. "oh- i'm close, i'm really close, xiao, xiao-" you moaned lowly, desperately holding back.

"why are you afraid to experience orgasm?" xiao asked, breaking you from your stupor.

"huh?"

"why?"

"you...i need to keep up with you, xiao. if i- fuck, if i come now...you won't get to and i-"

"i don't mind." xiao admitted, focusing on the feeling of you squeezing around him. "i wanted to know what this was like. i didn't understand why humans were so fond of such things."

he reached down with a hand, sliding it down your stomach to press into your clit as you gasped. how did he remember where-

right. yaksha.

he had you trembling against him, orgasm washing over you as you went slack, leaning onto him and crying out his name as he shuddered, leaning back as you continued to squeeze him oh so tightly.

you felt blissed out as you slowly regained your senses, vision coming back to you as you smiled up at him.

your body still felt tingly, limbs numb as he slowly slid out of you. xiao could tell you were out of it, eyes hazy as he leaned down to kiss your head tenderly.

perhaps human intimacies weren't all completely useless.

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[kuroashims]

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After many years simming in my corner, I finally decided to step out of my comfort zone and share my pixel babies with the simblr/tumblr sphere!

I started playing sims with the first opus when I was pretty tiny, and couldn't stop ever since. This game allows my creativity and inner world to express like no other game would, and that's what I love so much about it.

I created many different worlds, kingdoms and stories, but the one I enjoy the most is my One Piece save I started a year ago. It is the first time I am really eager to leave CAS to actually play the game!

Back in 2015 I've been introduced to the manga/anime universe and I never went back! It truly was a revelation, and a revolution in my own stories. But when I discovered One Piece, all of a sudden I was hooked. This universe is so colorful and deep at the same time, it is the safe place I go whenever I feel down, and it never fails me. It may sound silly but I can't explain how warm it makes me feel. Especially Luffy's vibe and laugh, he's so precious.

So last year when I had to stop working because of bad health issues, my last two brain cells met and said to each other "hey, why not One Piece sims?", and that was it, I began this crazy journey of looking for the perfect OP custom content for the perfect OP babies, being disappointed of not finding many or really old ones...and that is when, after weeks and weeks of research, I decided to create my own One Piece custom content, because, why not?!

I never touched Blender (and a year later I still feel such a newbie with it) nor Photoshop before, but it didn't stop me to throw myself into it and man, despite all the crying seeing my creations in game unexpectedly float in the air or be filled with "???" in CAS and such, I can say that I don't regret anything!

I can sing on stage, write songs or dance, but can I properly draw? No, I cannot. And I've been frustrated for so long since I wanted to do fanarts for my fandoms but I tried, aaand it was bad. Like, really really bad. Fortunately simming is now one of my places of expression, and I'm SO EXCITED about my lil creations & stories.

My wish is to grow a small community of One Piece fans and/or fellow simmers with whom I could share my passions and enjoy theirs. I know you guys are out there, and I love you already!!

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• Some of my posts may contain dark topics, blood and mature rp ships (18+)

• I'll do my best to limit spoilers but take note that there might me some here

• I am WCIF friendly but it might take a while for me to answer since I literally use thousands of cc. So please ask for 1 or 2 items at a time. I will happily share their names and creators

• I will not share any download links of my own OP custom content, because I often use other artist's meshes parts, then I mix them with my own etc ; so claiming these items as my own and share them to dl would break those artist's TOUs. Thank you for your comprehension

• That said, if I ever grow a significant sim community, I would eventually contact these artists one by one to ask their permissions to share my content with you! (with credits ofc)

• On this page I'll only reblog sims from other people that are One Piece characters, as well as One Piece fanarts or anything related

• Aside from my sims I also really enjoy editing my own gifs and manga/anime panels so you can expect to see a lot of them ♡

• Don't be surprised if some of my sims seem really different from one screenshot to another, that is because I have different saves with different timelines (children, pre timeskip, post timeskip, Wano), and various AUs like high school, dark fantasy world etc. For example, by now I already have 8 different Sanji sims in several styles and stages of his life (my biggest number for a single character, but I can't help it...I just love him so much!)

• If there are any suggestions, requests, ships (personally into Zosan/Zolu/Lusan/Lawlu/Acesan/Shuggy/Mishanks/Frobin) and more that you would like to see, feel free to ask and I will enjoy making it happen for you!

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SO HERE WE ARE ☻

THANKS FOR READING...

HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY ✿❁❀

#intro post #new simblr #sims community #one piece #cc creator #maxis mix #text post

[wifeofnozelsilva]

I'm request (y/n) divorced William after the Elf collapse because she was severely injured in that incident. Five years later, he sees her again at the star festival with a twin boy he's never seen before. (Actually, the two children are his children, but they misunderstand that they are the children of the new husband) haha ​​and finally, don't forget to take care of your health ☺️

Hi @nongphuth! Thank you for sending a request! And also, thank you for your concern, sweetheart!♡

This idea of yours, I absolute love it! Though the thought of William being heartbroken does hurt me (╥ω╥`) He just deserve so much love! ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚

And my apologies for doing this request very late, due to a lot of school works I had to do for the past months, truly sorry about it. For now, this will be part 1 of your request.

I hope you'll love this sweetie! Have a lovely day!♡♡

Part 1: One Last Chance

Pairings: William Vangeance × F!Reader

Warning: Angst to Fluff,

Eye Color — E/C

First born name — FB/N

Second born name — SB/N

"I want a divorce"

4 words. That's all it takes for William's heart to shatter into pieces. Those heartbreaking words that he has been wishing to never hear from you ever since you both got married 3 years ago.

William stared at you, eyes full of shock, mouth agape. He was about to speak when you beat him to it, "I– I'm sorry, Will... I just can't do this anymore. You've been so distant to me for months now, you've been pushing me away, stopped having breakfast, lunch, and dinner with me, you'd turn down any of my offers so coldly; and then you lied to me and hurted me, both physically and mentally... I just can't do it anymore, William."

Suddenly, William started to remember how he has been treating you for the past few months. He didn't mean it, truly. He was just so focused on helping his friend, he didn't mean to hurt you, mostly you, the person who he vowed to never hurt until death do they part.

Tears were now pouring out of your eyes, you don't know what to do, this isn't what you expected to happen in your marriage... "William. I love you, I do, but I can't take it anymore."

The room went silent, the only noise that can be heard was your sods. William didn't know what to say or do, he was going to lose you, the only person who loved him.

"I– I understand.."

That was all he could say before standing up and leaving your hospital room. 2 words. That was all it takes for your marriage to finally shatter apart.

5 years later...

The Star Awards Festival is an annual festival that celebrates the Magic Knights' achievements and reveals the squads' rankings, based on the number of stars obtained during the year.

William Vangeance, who's still the captain of the Golden Dawn, was walking around the capital in disguise before the ceremony starts. He was now in his early 30's, though even if 5 years has passed, William still looked young for his age.

The sound of people and music filled his ears as he walks around on his own. He wanted to look around the festival and to have some time alone since work has been more stressful for the past few weeks for him. A small smile was plastered on his lips as he sees children running around playing together.

The mere thought of children made William happy, children are one of the most precious living beings on earth. They're cute, adorable, lovable, small human beings. William's smile grew wider when he thought of having a family with a sudden person in his mind, you.

But suddenly, his smile disappeared. You're not his anymore. You weren't his anymore for 5 years now. He felt his heart ache, the mere thought of you being in the arms of another man made William broken. He still loves you up to this day.

He snapped out of his thoughts when he suddenly felt someone bump into him. "AH!" The small figure that dumped into him yelped. "I-i'm so sorry, Mister! I didn't mean to dump into you!" The young boy apologized, slightly bowing to William.

"It's alright, little boy. Where is your-", William stopped halfway through his sentence when he felt the little kid's mana, strange... his mana felt familiar. But this is their first encounter, so how is it familiar to him?

"Mister?–"

"SB/N!"

Their attention shifted to another child that looks exactly like the child in front of William, "Mom has been looking for you! Where have you been?!" The newcomer questioned the other, a cute angry, yet slightly worried look on his face. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to run off! I just saw something that caught my interest!"

"Well don't do that again! Mom has been worried sick! Come on!" The other said, his hand reaching out for his brother's hand, "I-i'm sorry again, Mister!" The first one slightly bowed once again to William.

"It's alright. Let me help you two be taken to your mother, I'm sure she'll be relieved that the both of you aren't hurt." William offered, a kind smile on his lips.

"But–"

"Don't worry, I'm a magic knight," he slightly revealed the Golden Dawn symbol to the two boys, two pairs of purple eyes shined bright at the sight of the symbol, "You two are safe with me."

Few minutes later...

"What are your names, boys?"

"I'm FB/N! I'm the oldest, and this is SB/N, he's the youngest! He's the one who dumped into you earlier, Mister." FB/N said he was the one leading the way while his brother and William were behind him following.

"What about you, Mister? What's your name?" SB/N asked, looking up at William while walking beside him.

"My name is William, and I'm the captain of the Golden Dawn." "EH?!–" William pressed his index finger on his lips, signaling to be quiet not wanting to gain any attention, the two boys immediately nodded their heads and continued walking.

While walking, the three made small chit-chat here and there as they were near their destination. "Are you married, Mister?" FB/N asked curiously, still walking ahead.

The question slightly caught William off guard, "Before, Yes. Now, no.." "Why? What happened, Mister?"

He went silent. Should he be telling this to children? Though, something about these two children is making him want to tell them why. But why? He barely even knows them. But something inside of him is telling him that he and the children have some kind of special bond together...

"BOYS!"

That voice..

"Mom!" The identical twins immediately ran in the direction of their mother. He didn't want to look. He knows who that voice belongs to. That oh-so-familiar voice that he misses so much after 5 years...

Yet still, he turned to look.

There you are, on your knees checking the two boys standing in front of you, a worried look on your face. 'You still look so beautiful...' William compliments in his thoughts, alonging look in his eyes.

Sighing to yourself, about to say thank you to the person who said by your children who have helped them, but immediately stopped midway when you saw who the person was...

Part 2 is yet to be made...

#william vangeance #black clover william vangeance #william vangeance x reader #william vangeance x f!reader #black clover william #black clover x reader #black clover #golden dawn #william vangeance imagines #black clover slight angst to fluff #black clover scenarios #black clover fanfiction #black clover fic

[greg-montgomery]

Ivy - Part 7

gif by: @hotch-girl <3

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader (Sean Hotchner x Fem!Reader)

Series summary: Your relationship with your boyfriend, Sean, is going great. Well, that is until you meet his older brother, Aaron.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Warnings: this chapter is nsfw - 18+

Minors DNI

Chapter summary: this is just a little piece of fluff and smut <3 only happy stuff <3

i wasn't in the mood to write angst so i was like...why not post something happy before all the sh*t happen! 🫢

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“Stay.”

The feeling of Aaron’s hand playing with your hair had almost lulled you to sleep and you wanted nothing more than to let yourself drift off in the arms of your favorite person.

“I texted Sean I’d be at a friend’s house before I came here. I can tell him I’ll spend the night there,” you said, running your fingers through the short hair of his chest.

“Please do,” Aaron whispered and kissed the top of your head.

“Where did I leave my phone?”

“I think I saw it somewhere on the floor,” he said.

“Of course,” you groaned, getting out of bed and your man’s warm embrace.

When you had it in your hands, you fell back on the bed and Aaron lost no time before crawling on top of you. “What are you gonna say?”

“Maybe I can tell him she broke up with her boyfriend and I have to stay to comfort her,” you suggested.

“Yes, my ex-boyfriend is such an asshole,” he said, leaving soft kisses on your neck. “I need so much comforting,” he fake-whined. “Need you to hold me all night.”

You giggled and started typing your lie; Aaron’s neck kisses feeling good enough for you not to feel guilty about it.

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Aaron decided that your pretty pout as you were sleeping, your sweet scent, and your hair tickling his nose were the things he wanted to wake up to every day for the rest of his life.

He pulled you closer against his chest, craving you, wanting you as close as possible. How could he ever let you go after last night?

He stayed there with you in his arms, absorbing the moment, unable to keep himself from making plans for the two of you - the three of you.

You could be a family; Jack already adored you.

He thought of family movie nights with Jack insisting on watching superhero movies and the two of you unable to tell him no. He thought of snuggles on his couch and summer vacation and lazy Sunday mornings with his loves.

After about half an hour, he finally decided to get up. You deserved a beautiful breakfast and he’d make it happen. He put on his plaid pajama pants and made his way to the kitchen.

He was glad he had gone grocery shopping earlier that week and oats weren’t the only available breakfast meal he had.

Later, when he heard some noise in the background he realized you were up as well. Just walking around his room, using his bathroom…he could get used to that. He wanted to.

The sound of your footsteps getting louder and closer had him smirking to himself. His heart could burst from all the affection he felt for you.

You hugged his waist and kissed him between the shoulder blades, murmuring a soft ‘good morning’.

“Good morning to you too,” he said and turned around. “Mmm…I like you in my shirt,” he teased.

It was clearly not your size but in his opinion it fit you perfectly.

“I like you without it,” you grinned, and stood on your tiptoes to press your lips against his.

He cupped your cheeks so he could stare at you properly. “You look even prettier in the morning.”

“Stop it,” you laughed, and slapped his chest playfully. He loved making you shy.

He pinched your cheek and turned around again.

“Pancakes?”

“They’re ready. No raw dough for you to eat I’m afraid,” he said and that earned him a bite on his arm. “I just need to add some syrup.”

“My handsome chef,” you said, kissing his shoulder.

“Stop it with the kisses,” he scolded you. “They’re distracting.”

“You’re too irresistible, sorry,” you replied, not sounding sorry at all. To further your point you continued with the tiny kisses and bites all over his exposed skin.

Aaron reached out his arm behind him and grabbed your wrist, bringing you in from of him and trapping you between his body and the kitchen counter.

“You were such a good girl last night, what happened to you? Can’t get enough?”

You shook your head no.

His large hands went underneath your shirt. He gripped your ass and then moved them upwards, taking the fabric with him until it went over your head and you were completely out of his shirt.

The sight of your naked torso took his breath away just like it did the first time. His hand cupped your left breast and his mouth went on yours before moving down your neck.

“Did you wake up needy but found the bed empty, baby?” he whispered in your ear.

“Yeah…” you moaned.

“Stay here,” he said and gave you a rough kiss.

When he returned with a condom in his hand, he could see your eyes sparkle. “Excited to be fucked again?”

“Very much so,” you grinned pulling him close to you.

“I’ve created a brat,” he said kissing the tip of your nose. “But, fuck, I like spoiling you.”

“Don’t act like I can’t see how hard you are, old man,” you teased him. “You want this too.”

“Of course I do,” his voice softened. “I want you like crazy.”

After kissing you, he spoke again. “Turn around for me.”

You did as he said. Aaron lowered himself to take off your underwear and kissed his way up to your neck. His hand went between your legs and he found you as wet as he expected.

You immediately whimpered at the contact.

He fingered you slowly; knowing his pace was torturously slow but enjoying your desperate little moans and sounds.

“Rub your clit while I finger you,” he ordered you. “Want you to cum like that first.”

“Oh my God,” you whined, your hand moving a little faster than his, eager to finish.

“That’s my girl,” he said and you kept going and going until you were shaking against him.

 “Fuck,” you said, breathless, after you came.

“There’s more,” he replied.

He got himself ready and just a few seconds later he was inside you.

“Aaron,” you moaned, driving him crazy.

Your hands were on the counter in order to support yourself but he craved them on him. As if you had read his mind, you lifted your right hand and placed it on the back of his neck, exposing yourself even more to him. He couldn’t resist cupping your tits, massaging them while moving against you.

“Feels amazing,” you said.

“I know, sweet girl.” It did.

Aaron’s hands moved to your waist; he grabbed you so hard he was afraid it hurt you, but then again you didn’t protest. He pushed himself inside you harder and harder each time, losing himself in the pleasure of the moment.

He was getting close so he started touching your clit. Your sweet whines made his touch softer. “I know it’s sensitive, baby. But I know that you need it.”

Your orgasm followed right after his.

He pressed a kiss against your shoulder. “I love you.”

“I love you more,” you said.

Aaron chuckled softly and turned you around so he could see your face. “My angel.”

Your hands went to the sides of his head as you stood there, staring at him with a smile. “I’m happy with you,” you admitted. “Never knew love could feel like this.”

“Tell me about it,” he said and kissed your palm.

He let you clean yourself and get back in his shirt, impatient to get you in his lap and see whether you’d like his new pancake recipe.

Part 8

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[dawn-moths]

“I’ll be your angel, if you bring the devil out in me”

Nanami Kento x Female Reader

part 1 ♡ part 2

word count: 9,000+

(Nanami returns home early from a business trip only to discover his perfect little princess has disobeyed him. He has to punish you, making sure you learn your lesson, but after you do such a good job for him, he decides maybe you deserve a little reward after all.)

disclaimer/content warning: 18+ content! minors dni! some plot and then full smut, sugar daddy nanami, sub/dom dynamics, size kink, alternate universe (no sorcery), reader is chased, manhandling, punishment (spanking with a belt), reader is collared, nanami is good to reader after the punishment, reader is called “princess, baby, baby girl, good girl, bad girl, sweetheart, and angel”, oral (reader receiving), aftercare.

*ao3 mirror*

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Nanami was fairly lenient with you when it came to rules.

More often than not, he was the kind of Daddy who liked to spoil his perfect little princess at every given chance. He wanted to overindulge you, prove that he could give you whatever you wanted whenever you wanted it because that’s what good Daddies did for their babies.

“You’re worth all this and more,” he’d justify after an outrageously expensive purchase. He’d place a hand on the small of your back and pull you a little closer in to his side, smiling down at you in that serene way he did— the one that proved he was truly in love— and say, “Anything to make my favorite girl happy.”

You had an entire walk-in closet full of his love— pretty dresses in every color, cashmere sweaters, cute little pleated skirts, designer shoes, handbags, items of jewelry that cost six figures a piece. So when it came to wanting things, having them, you knew all you had to do was bat your lashes, say the word, and Daddy would pull out his shiny black credit card.

As long as you continued to be his perfect little angel, that is.

Sometimes you found yourself in a bad mood, whether from feeling neglected because Nanami was caught up working overtime to maintain his company or simply because you were bored, insisting on being a brat just to see how far you could push your Daddy before you actually made him mad.

You’d broken little rules before, like the one about no swearing, no snacks right before dinner, and especially the one about no talking back.

Those behaviors had earned you a variety of punishments, in the very least, your chin gripped in one of Nanami’s big, strong, calloused hands and a very firm reminder that you weren’t being a very good girl right now. If you continued to act up after that, well…

Being tied up and left writhing on the bed while a vibrator was pressed to your sensitive and overstimulated clit until you were a trembling, crying, drooling mess of yourself, just barely able to stutter out your hundredth apology wasn’t off the table, you knew from first hand experience.

So, yes, while Nanami didn’t instill many rules besides a few that, for you, were hardly restrictive, he certainly didn’t forget to punish you accordingly if you broke them.

There was one rule, however, that you had never dared to break. Never even dared think about breaking, on account of how serious he’d been when he’d spelled it out for you.

“And never— and I mean never— go into Daddy’s office when he’s not home,” Nanami had made perfectly clear after you’d agreed to move in, giving you the full tour and laying down the law of his land. “Definitely not without permission. Understand, sweetheart?”

Back then, you’d nodded, given him that doe-eyed look of yours as you’d rocked on the balls of your feet and promised, “Yes, Daddy. I understand,” like the good girl Nanami knew you to be, most of the time.

But today, following the end of a week-long absence of your Daddy due to a regrettably unavoidable business trip, you’d found yourself rather bored. You’d been so patient already, barely even putting up any fight when he’d first broke the news to you, informing you that his business partner— a tall, handsome, and rather flirtatious man named Gojo Satoru— had been supposed to go and represent the company but had dropped out at the last minute due to “personal reasons”, which meant Nanami had to go instead.

But you wouldn’t be completely alone all the time, Nanami had told you. He’d send some of his junior associates around to check in on you and keep you company for a little while. You’d immediately requested your favorite ones— a girl around your age, maybe a year or two older, named Nobara as well as two young men named Yuji and Megumi— and Nanami had hummed out a tired chuckle, already having assigned them to the task as he’d had a feeling you’d say that.

The first day without Nanami had been hard. You two had said your reluctant goodbyes and he’d reassured you for the fifth time on his way to the door that he’d call every day to check on you himself, but when the trio of Nanami’s employees had showed up to hang out and with food from one of your favorite takeout places just to sweeten the deal, you’d felt some of your loneliness fade for the time being.

The second day, Nobara came alone, though with no shortage of stories to tell you, making you laugh as she recounted a particularly amusing one where Yuji and Megumi had nearly gotten in big trouble with the boss after accidentally misplacing some very important documents, but, through no shortage of shenanigans and Nobara’s help, had been able to retrieve them before it was too late.

You could imagine the look Nanami would’ve given them if Nobara hadn’t saved the documents— and, in turn, saved the boys as well, which she most certainly wasn’t going to let them forget until she was repaid in one way or another— and you felt your stomach sink and swoop in one motion just at the thought of that dangerous, dark tawny glare.

On the third day, it rained, so Yuji and Megumi came over with a series of movies you’d mentioned having wanted to see and the three of you enjoyed a marathon all afternoon cuddled up under the blankets together, Yuji throwing popcorn at Megumi until the raven haired boy lost his patience and nearly had Yuji wrestled into a headlock on the floor. Still, even their banter had you smiling and giggling, and so long as you were happy, so were they. Nanami had made sure to remind them what would happen if they did anything to upset you in several texts that morning.

By day four, you were missing your Daddy something fierce, just wanting to feel his arms around you, breathing in the scent of his shampoo and cologne as you dozed off laying against his chest or in his lap as he finished up some last minute paperwork from home.

You missed the way his rough fingers would draw abstract patterns over your legs or your back until you grew needy enough to start pulling his crisp button up out from where it was tucked into his trousers, your little fingers exploring the firm valleys of his torso, fidgeting with the buckle on his belt oh so innocently until you could feel his arousal jutting hard against your thigh, grinding down on him until he couldn’t focus anymore and hoisted you up, insisting that the rest of his work could wait before carrying you into the nearest bedroom.

You’d tried touching yourself during his absence, imagining it were his fingers instead of yours slipping into your starved little cunt, that it were his palms kneading at the flesh of your breasts or tweaking your sensitive nipples, one hand wrapped around your throat and squeezing from time to time, but it was never the same.

No one would ever be able to satisfy you like he did. He made sure to remind you of this every time he had you splayed out under him, though not with his words.

His actions were more than enough for you to come to that conclusion on your own.

Days five and six went by painfully slow and with no sign of Nobara, Yuji, or Megumi to entertain or distract you. Something had popped up at work, they’d each informed you when you’d sent them timid texts fishing to see who might be around to stop by and hang out. At one point, you even considered contacting Gojo, though when you remembered the types of advances he usually made around you— while most likely harmless and just meant to rile Nanami, as he was always casually flirting with you in front of him— you decided to forgo that option.

So now, having endured the first half of day seven, bored and impatient and wishing Nanami would’ve just brought you with him on his trip, even if it was all long meetings and tasteless hotel rooms like he always complained about, you found yourself counting down the hours until he’d be home.

“Tomorrow morning, sweetheart,” he’d said over that morning’s phone call as you lay in bed, every blanket and pillow and plushie you owned scattered across the mattress to make you feel cozy. “I’ll probably be back before you’re even awake.”

“Promise you’ll wake me up as soon as you’re home,” you’d responded, hugging a big, fluffy white bear to your chest and trying to keep him on the call for as long as you could, his voice bringing you instant comfort. “I don’t care what time it is, I wanna see you.”

Nanami had let out one of those low chuckles, the kind that had a way of warming you from the inside out like heated honey or hot chocolate, and said, “Alright, princess, but it might be really early.”

“Don’t care,” you’d stated with an adorable air of defiance. Nanami could practically hear the pout in your tone. “I’ll stay up all night waiting for you, if that’s what it’ll take.”

A short burst of a laugh escaped Nanami from the other end of the phone and you’d found yourself smiling because of it. “Well, don’t do that, baby. I need my girl to get all her rest, got it?” Then he’d lowered his chipper tone to something dark and borderline sinister as he concluded, “Trust me when I say you’re going to need all the energy you can get for what I have planned for you the first night I’m back home.”

You’d let out a mischievous giggle at his warning. “Oh yeah?” you’d challenged him with a lilting tone. “Well then, guess I better go to bed early tonight, huh?”

The two of you had exchanged some more flirtatious remarks before you heard the muttering of an unfamiliar voice in the background, Nanami’s tone shifting back into something more professional as he informed you that Daddy had very important work to get back to now but he loved you and would see you soon. You sung out a sweet goodbye and then found yourself alone again, turning over onto your back and letting out a long sigh.

You rolled over until you were on his side of the bed, burying your face in his pillow and inhaling what lingered of his fading scent.

Just one more night, you kept telling yourself as you paced the halls, stopping to straighten up or organize little things here and there just to keep yourself busy. Just one more night and then he’ll be home.

After another hour of aimless wandering, you found yourself exactly where you’d started, standing in the middle of the main living area, gazing out the window at another day preparing for its end, the sky clear for the first time in a week. Only, this time you caught the reflection of dark wood in the spotless glass, peering over your shoulder at the two pristine doors that hid Nanami’s home office beyond.

You’d never set foot inside without him home, especially without his permission, just like the rule stated.

But just a quick look couldn’t hurt, right?

Besides, he wouldn’t be home until tomorrow morning.

He’d never even have to know.

♡♡♡

You knew where Nanami kept the key.

You could barely call it “hidden”, since more than once you’d seen him place it above the tall doorway where it was out of your immediate reach, merely meant to deter you lest you be inconvenienced by pulling over a chair.

But today, all out of ideas on how to make the time pass faster, you found that inconvenience was highly necessary. So you dragged one of the heavy dining room chairs all the way back to his study, careful to lift it as much as you could as to not to scuff the legs across the polished floors.

You pushed it right up to the wall, climbed on top, and reached above you to feel around the ledge of the doorway, the cold metal of the gold key finding your curious little fingers before long.

Instantly, the thrilling adrenaline of this risk began to flood you. You’d only really ever peeked inside before, seen all the pretty books your Daddy kept lining the glass shelves, all the leather bound spines that were hand painted with shiny baroque designs and gothic lettering.

It was like Nanami had been trying to tempt you by allowing those quick glances, luring you into the unfamiliar domain with the romantic antiques and glittering crystal chandeliers.

There was only a brief moment of hesitation after you slid the key into the door and turned it to the right, hearing it click, the sound inviting you in, if you dared. You were chewing on your bottom lip as you debated whether this was right or not. Because, even if he didn’t know, you were still being bad. You were blatantly disobeying him, even after he’d hinted at such pleasurable rewards upon his return. He’d be so disappointed in you if he ever found out but— Oh, one quick look couldn’t hurt, could it?

You pushed the heavy doors inward, the pristine office opening itself up before your eyes, everything so neatly organized it almost looked like a display, completely untouched. Every single book, paperweight, pen— even the stapler and wax seal— were set perfectly straight in their exact place.

It was impressive, if not obsessive, but what more would you have expected from someone like Nanami, who made sure everything— even if you weren’t meant to see it— was perfect?

In the center of the room by the tall, latticed windows was an ornate mahogany desk, the last light of the setting sun spilling in through the windows, bathing the entire room in its golden hour glory.

You carefully placed the key on the edge of the desk so you wouldn’t lose it or forget to lock up after you were done, and while you were trying to touch the least amount of things as possible, it was incredibly hard not to take a seat in the plush burgundy armchair behind the desk. Maybe, if you were extra good, some day Nanami would let you sit in it too, even if it was just in his lap.

Your sock-clad feet treaded carefully around the rug that bordered the desk, afraid your little footprints would press into the imported material and give your mischief away.

And there was just so much more to look at in the room— more than you’d initially realized or prepared for— it was so easy to get distracted.

There was an array of certificates and awards and, to your particular amusement, some photos of Nanami and some of his colleagues when they were younger, Gojo sticking out his tongue and throwing up a pair of bunny ears behind a stoic looking Nanami just as the camera flashed.

There were even a few photos of him and you— a faded polaroid strip from an amusement park photobooth you two had visited over the summer, your cute expressions and glittering eyes paired with his calm grins and gazes of adoration— which sent a warm flutter through your heart.

You hadn’t expected him to care enough to keep them, let alone display them in such a professional room of the house.

It was just another reminder that Nanami really did love you.

It almost made you feel guilty for breaking one of his rules. Almost— until you looked over and caught sight of the shiny, holographic spine tucked between all the deep browns and greens and blues that colored the rest of the books lining the shelves.

Carefully tugging the text free, you turned it over to discover it was a textbook on botany, and as you began to flip through the pages, you quickly became entranced by all the hand drawn pictures of trees and flowers and fungi, plants that you’d never even known existed.

Another hour easily passed while you ghosted your fingertips over one portrait of a plant called the jade vine flower, vibrant turquoise and indigo ink capturing the species’ likeness in a way you could only imagine it existing in a fantasy world of make believe.

You loved it, loved how the artist had given care to accentuate each plant’s shape and hue using only lines and simple shading textures.

Once you reached the end of the book, having long lost track of time but knowing it was nearing dinner on account of the twilight that now painted the sky, your hunch that perhaps this book had been a one of a kind was proven right, a long note scrawled in delicate cursive adorning the inside back cover that addressed Nanami by name.

Your Daddy kept some live greenery scattered about the mansion— little spider plants or succulents dotting display shelves, weeping figs and monsteras that symmetrically stood guard on either side of certain doorways— but you never could’ve guessed he cared for flora this deeply.

You supposed you two were still learning things about each other, even after all this time.

But, as the thought occurred to you with a tender fondness, that was when you heard the distant echo of what sounded disturbingly like the front doors opening and closing. The moment you heard the familiar call of, “Princess, I’m home!” in Nanami’s low, rich vocals, you were plunged into pure panic.

He wasn’t supposed to be home until tomorrow, your mind exclaimed in alarm as you rushed to slide the book back onto the shelf and exit the office before he could find you, knowing you didn’t have much time with his long stride and curious search for his baby girl, wondering why she hadn’t come running to greet him at the door the moment he made himself known and express how grateful she was that he’d come home early.

There was no time to cover all of your tracks, so in your moment of frantic haste you pulled the chair you’d used to stand on to grab the key inside and closed the doors behind you, hoping Nanami would give you some attention and then go take a shower like he usually did after a long business trip so you could clear the rest of the evidence.

“Shit—” you swore under your breath, shuffling back and forth on your feet, nearly slipping on the hardwood as you debated whether to scurry back inside and grab the key that you’d oh so stupidly left sitting on the edge of his desk. But as his tapping footsteps neared dangerously close, you knew there was no time.

You leapt for the nearest couch, throwing yourself over one side of it and bouncing a bit on the plush cushions, sending some of the pillows falling askew as you tried to play it off like you’d been lounging there all day. Not three seconds later, Nanami rounded the corner, his expression softening as his gaze landed on you. You could tell by his smile alone, the way his brown eyes squinted a bit behind his glasses and he breathed out a sigh of relief, that he’d missed you a whole lot.

“There you are,” he greeted you, already shrugging off his beige blazer and tossing it onto the adjacent arm chair.

You sat up, your face alight with glee though with the undertones of what you hoped read as surprise and not fear. “Daddy!” you gasped, reaching out to him with your eager little grabby hands and giggling as he approached the couch, pulling you into his lap as he took a seat next to you on the sofa.

“I was just napping,” you lied through that adorable lilt in your voice. “I didn’t hear you come in. But you’re back early!”

Nanami took a good, long look at you, cupping your face in both his big palms as his smile widened, smoothing down your slightly disheveled hair— the result of a nap and certainly not the consequences of bratty rule breaking— before allowing you to bury your face in the crook of his neck, squeezing him in a tight hug.

“I was able to wrap things up a little sooner than expected,” he explained in a quiet murmur, rubbing a hand up and down your back as he used the other arm to adjust you in his lap, your embrace slackening to something a little lazier, comfortable against the heat of his body and eased by his familiar scent. “But you don’t want to hear about boring meetings, do you baby?” he asked, pulling you back slightly by your shoulders so he could gaze into your eyes again. “Why don’t you tell me how my perfect little princess’s week went? Did Nobara and the boys bring enough things to entertain you with?”

“Um, well…” you began, your pastel blue painted pinky nail coming up to your lips where you resisted the urge to chew on it out of nervousness. “Yeah, we had fun,” you answered with a slight shrug, your voice only quivering a little towards the end.

“Aw, what’s the matter, sweetheart?” Nanami cooed, gently pulling your hand away from your teeth before you ruined your manicure. “I thought you liked Megumi and Yuji too?”

Fidgeting and trying not to grow tense, you quickly assured him, “N-no, I do like them! It’s just, well…” You glanced behind his head at the doors of the office, flicking your gaze back to him to find his brow slightly furrowed, suspicious. “I just really missed you, is all! It’s not the same… Y’know… When you’re not around.”

You’d always had a talent for tricking people into thinking you were innocent— a talent for tricking your Daddy into thinking you were a good girl even when you knew you’d done something bad that you didn’t intend to let him know about— but Nanami was the only one who’d seen the other side of you.

The defiant side.

The devious side.

The side that made his little angel look like a little devil, though, so long as he was debauching you for it, Nanami didn’t mind if that streak came out in you once in a while.

He continued to stare you down with that skeptical gaze, clearly sensing something was off. But perhaps it was just the stress from all those meetings, all those sly businessmen with scheming glints in their eyes as they murmured deals under their breath that was causing him to think you were up to no good.

“What is it, angel?” he pressed, his tone almost playful as he tried to pry the truth from you, his fingers flexing where they rested on your hips in warning as he asked, “What kind of trouble did you get into while Daddy was away, hm?”

He’d always been one to give you the chance to fess up, after all. It wouldn’t erase the inevitable punishment, but it did lessen it, if you gave in.

“I promise, Daddy…” you continued to fib, your usually sweet and carefree smile pulled crooked and strained under the pressure. “I’ve been good all week—”

As you leaned forward to hide your face in his shoulder again, Nanami stopped you, temperament turning more serious, his jaw clenching as he blinked at you a few times, slightly cocking his head to one side. “You’re a bad liar, sweetheart,” he informed you, voice devoid of all its previous affection and dipping into something bitter and dark. You felt your stomach twist with dread, throat bobbing with a hard swallow as your smile dropped and you flashed that guilty puppy-dog glance at him, already begging for his mercy without even being aware of it.

“You know what will happen if you don’t tell Daddy the truth, don’t you?” he warned, grip tightening on you just that much harder, likely leaving bruises in the shape of his fingertips, making you wince and avert your gaze. His next words were laced with a sinister growl, some kind of sick satisfaction embroidered into his threat of, “Or do you need a reminder of what happens to bad girls?”

“I swear, Daddy…” you doubled down, forcing yourself to meet his gaze again, a lightning strike of terror lacing through your bones. “Please believe me…”

And if you hadn’t shifted your gaze to those double doors behind him for that split second, maybe Nanami would’ve been able to let it go. If only you had been resilient enough to not give yourself away.

But, some way or another, Nanami always found out, didn’t he?

When you were being a brat and trying to get something past him, he knew just the looks to give you, just the tone to use, to make you break.

Nanami kept his tight grip on you as he followed where your flickering gaze had led him, right to the double doors over his shoulder, and the next time he looked back to you, you were already tensing at the thought of the punishment you’d just earned.

“Sweetheart…” he inquired outright, pulling you harder down onto his lap when you’d tried to wriggle free. “Did you go into my office while I was gone?”

You shook your head, lips pulled down into a pout, and even more clearly lying by the way you could no longer look him in the eyes.

You hissed in pain as he dug his fingers further into your sensitive flesh, knowing you’d better make eye contact with him unless you wanted even darker bruises than what were already forming under the material of your pleated skirt.

“So you’re saying if I go over there right now,” Nanami asked rhetorically, his dark eyes half lidded and swimming with malice, “those doors will be locked?”

Maybe he’s bluffing, a naively optimistic piece of you hoped. 

Chewing on your bottom lip, knowing full well that you’d been caught, you forced yourself to nod again anyway. If anything, it would merely buy you a few more minutes before his wrath really had the chance to catch up to you and sink its fangs in deep.

Because, while your Daddy cared for you, spoiled you, loved you, his punishments were no laughing matter.

Not when he really meant them. When you’d really done something worth receiving them.

Nanami lifted you from his lap and started towards the office doors, leaving you on the couch cushion next to where he’d been sitting with your legs folded under you and your heartbeat pounding in your chest, adrenaline beginning to surge.

“Last chance, sweetheart,” He exhorted, stopping before the dark wood doors, hand resting on the handle. “Your punishment won’t be so severe if you just tell the truth.”

In your silence, Nanami only grew more impatient, jaw flexing once more in irritation.

“One…” He began to count. You rose from the couch.

“Two…” He turned the handle. You slowly began to back away.

“Three…” Pushing the unlocked door inward, Nanami caught sight of the shiny gold key sitting on the edge of his desk. You froze, tears already beginning to well in your eyes.

Just because you knew what was coming didn’t make accepting it any easier.

Nanami let out a disappointed sigh, starting to roll his shirtsleeves up to his elbows with a precise flick of his wrist as he stated, “I’m disappointed in you, princess…” He gave you one of those dangerous, menacing glares from over his shoulder, loosening his tie. “I expected better.”

You felt your stomach sink and swoop all in one motion, inching back little by little.

It was only when he undid his belt and pulled it free from the loops in his slacks that you let out a gasp and took off running.

So cute of you to think that you could ever escape him.

♡♡♡

Nanami had always been fast. Strong. Strategic.

You’d seen it in the swiftness of his tennis swing, heard it in the crack that followed his golf club hitting the ball and sending it soaring far over the green and out of sight, witnessed it in the way he shook hands with potential business associates, grip firm and dominant.

Sometimes, when he was feeling playful enough, you’d get him to chase you down the halls, your exhilarated laughter echoing through the home you shared as your little feet frantically pitter-pattered around the next turn.

In those times, Nanami would let you feel like you were too fast for him, at first. He’d pretend not to know your favorite hiding spots, pacing the room and looking in the obvious places before sneaking up on you and pulling a startled yelp from you before it faded into a giggle.

“Caught you, princess,” he’d smirk, lifting you into his arms and nudging his nose against yours. That usually was followed by pinning you to the nearest bed or couch or counter and fucking you slow and deep until you were spent and he was satisfied, clearing his head before returning to the mountain of paperwork and emails awaiting him in his office.

Having played those games so many times, you should’ve known outrunning him wasn’t actually possible.

Especially now, when he actually wanted to catch you.

There was no more delighted laughter or startled shrieks.

There was only the sound of your panting, petrified little breaths as his fast footfalls gained on you.

By the time you were nearly at the doorway of one of the upstairs bedrooms, he was right behind you, and when his hands found your waist and hoisted you up over his shoulder that time, your scream wasn’t one of lively amusement.

It was a raw, truly terrified one.

The kind that stung afterward, your shrill voice raking its claws fast and hard against the inside of your throat.

“P-please! Please, Daddy! ‘M so, so sorry!” you attempted to apologize as you put up a weak struggle, watching as the end of the hall you’d come sprinting down grew further and further away, disappearing altogether as Nanami rounded the corner into the bedroom with you. He kicked the door closed with a slam and turned the lock, the sound of the gentle click sealing your fate.

“I-I just wanted to look at your books! I swear! I wasn’t gonna touch anything! I was just bored! Please! Plea—!”

What remained of your panicked begging was knocked right out of you as Nanami tossed you down onto the plush, king sized bed. This one’s comforter was a deep shade of maroon— one of the guest rooms.

Nanami had few rules for himself, but one of them had always been never to dole out a punishment in the bedroom you two shared, the navy and silver master meant to remain a sanctuary for lazy mornings and late night lovemaking.

You’d atoned for your sins atop goosedown quilts in all kinds of colors— charcoal and pine and plum, so far— but tonight it seemed your suffering would be outlined in a shade of deep wine.

“Please, please, please, please—” you sputtered, your tears welling and spilling over as you clasped your hands together before your chest and sat on your knees, praying to a god you knew to be gentle and benevolent to you most of the time, yet equally as vindictive when pushed to be. “Please, I’m sorry! I—”

You choked on the remaining words of that sentence as Nanami snapped the belt between his hands, forearms flexing from the force and causing you to start trembling uncontrollably.

The lump in your throat had grown, impossible to swallow down as crystalline tears streamed down your cheeks in pairs, meeting under your chin and dripping down onto the sheets between your slightly spread knees.

“You know how I feel about disobedience, princess…” Nanami warned, the dim light of the room casting dark shadows over the sharp features of his handsome face. “If you would’ve just told me the truth…” He raked a hand back through his tousled, gold-spun hair, some of the strands falling forward into his dusky glare. “If you would’ve just told me the truth, maybe I would’ve let you forgo the consequences this time.”

Your mouth was open with more pleads for mercy, more apologies, begging him to let you off easy and you’d be so good— so good he wouldn’t even recognize you— from this moment forward, but his voice filled the brief pause before even so much as a squeak of yours could.

“But you just had to be bad, didn’t you? Insisting on being a brat…” He snapped the belt again, stepping closer to loom over you, his shadow swallowing your shivering form whole. “So now…” He cocked his head again, clearing his throat. “Now you have to be punished.”

Nanami ordered you to lay out on your stomach across the bed, giving one impatient gesture of his hand forward to signal you to hurry up and comply. But, as you seemed so intent on making things worse for yourself that evening, you only tried to scoot away from him and back closer to the headboard, more jumbled apologies exhaled between your hitched sobs.

Nanami grabbed you by your ankles, dragging you all the way back down to the end of the bed and pulling another startled yelp from you, straddling your hips as your legs dangled off the edge. The way he handled you told you he meant business, any care for your comfort in this situation disregarded until you stopped your incessant struggling, all attempts at fighting proved futile in the end.

“Hold still,” Nanami ordered, tone as hard and cold as stone.

That time, finally giving up, you did as he said, though didn’t make any effort to cease your crying as he flipped you over onto your stomach, the backs of your thighs on display for him as your feet dangled a few inches from the floor.

You tensed as he hiked up the back of your skirt, taking only a brief moment to admire the delicate, ballet pink lace of your panties and how perfect they looked stretched over that plush ass of yours, knowing how soft and tender your skin was there, how easily bruised.

But then he was taking the waistband in his fist and tugging them down, leaving you vulnerable and exposed, your muscles already clenching in anticipation.

“You’re going to count for me, sweetheart,” Nanami instructed, tone a little less stern as he undid his tie and tossed it aside, undoing the first few buttons of his shirt.

This was likely going to be a long session with how you were acting. Why not make himself more comfortable?

“‘M so sorry— S-so… So sorry…” you muttered feebly, your sobs just beginning to die down only to come back even more suffocating once the punishment actually began. “P-please, Daddy… Please forgive me…”

Nanami clicked his tongue, cooed at you again in a way that, if not for the current situation, might’ve been sweet, and gently stroked his calloused thumb over the swell of your unmarked ass, already imagining what it would look like after he was done with you.

“Of course I’ll forgive you, baby,” he admitted, a tiny grin appearing on his lips for a fleeting moment. But then his tender touch was gone and you heard the leather twisting in his hands as his grip on the belt tightened, preparing himself to deliver the first strike. “After you’ve proven you can be my good girl again.”

You cried out as the first blow hit, Nanami reminding you to keep track of how many or they wouldn’t count before raising the belt to you a second time.

And so you counted, the first few always the worst, the pain starting to taper off into a pins and needles kind of numbness halfway through, and then, by the end, beginning to ache once more as the bruises painted your skin like the rich colors of all the bedrooms— navy, pine, plum, and, new to the list of quilts you’d been punished upon, red.

After twenty hits, Nanami began to take some pity on you, deciding that you’d sustained enough. That you’d atoned.

“That was ten for disobeying,” he explained. You felt the mattress dip beside you as he rested his weight on the edge, some of his rigidness melting away back into care as he caressed the underside of your ass— the only part of it that wasn’t black and blue at the moment. “And then another five for lying to me, the last five for trying to run away.” He carefully pulled your panties back up, smirking to himself when he could see the bruises through the pale fabric of the thin material.

Your eyes were red and puffy, lashes clinging together in watery spikes with salty streaks shimmering down your cheeks, whispers of lingering sobs occasionally hitching weakly in your chest, your entire body veiled in a thin sheen of sweat and buzzing with fading adrenaline, limbs trembling even as Nanami took you into his arms, cradling you and rocking you back and forth as he gently hushed your little whimpers and whines.

“I forgive you now, baby,” he told you, voice silken and sweet as warm honey, one thumb wiping away the last tear to fall. “There’s no need to cry anymore. Though, I do hope this will serve as a reminder to think twice before disobeying me in the future.”

Sniffling and wiping your nose with the edge of your sleeve, flinching as a fresh stinging sensation pulsed on your sore behind when you shifted slightly in Nanami’s lap, putting too much pressure on the bruises, you mumbled, voice a little garbled and mouth coated in your thick, sticky salvia, “‘M really sorry, Daddy… Didn’t mean to upset you… Promise…”

Nanami hushed you again and, that time, you allowed your eyelids to flutter closed, still feeling safe enough in his arms to fall asleep despite the fact that the very same hands holding you so tenderly now had just delivered one of the harshest beatings you’d sustained yet.

“I’ll always love you, princess…” Nanami reminded you. “No matter what. And, you know, Daddy doesn’t like having to punish you like this either. But he does it because he loves you. He does it because he knows you’re better than that, m’kay?”

Drifting into a sleepy daze, exhausted from crying, you just gave a lethargic nod, nuzzling your head closer into his chest.

“Love you, too…” you sighed.

And you meant it.

No matter how many punishments or beatings you received, at the end of it all, you’d still love him.

Because you believed him when he said he loved you.

He might’ve been the only one in the world you’d never question when he told you his love for you was real.

Because he always took care of you, so long as you behaved.

He treated his pretty, precious baby with only the utmost care and consideration, spoiling her with any and everything she could ever even think to want, so long as you followed the rules.

So all of this really was your fault, wasn’t it?

If you hadn’t been such a defiant little brat, then he never would’ve had to have gotten so scary.

“Since you took your punishment so well,” Nanami began again, feeling your body relax a little more against him as you continued to calm down, “I’m going to give you an extra special reward now, alright?”

You opened your eyes, blinking up at him with that innocent, bambi expression he loved to see on you so much. After swallowing down some of the spit sticking to your throat, you asked, “You do?” as if you couldn’t fathom getting a gift after what you’d done today, taking a punishment well or not.

“I do,” Nanami confirmed with a nod and a small smile. Then, faking indecision, he said, “I mean, so long as you really want it?”

Before the full sentence had even left his mouth, you were already nodding your little head, lips slightly parted and drawing in shallow breaths of anticipation.

You wanted it.

You wanted it so bad.

Anything to make you feel like you were back in his good graces again.

So Nanami lowered you down on the bed, fluffing a pillow under your head so you could be more comfortable as you lay on your side and watch him migrate the short distance over to one of the dresser drawers.

With his back turned to you, hiding your reward from sight, he began, “I’ve actually been saving this for you for a little while now, princess.” You perked up a bit when you heard the delicate jingle of a bell, already having a feeling you knew what it was, in some kind of sense. “I hope you like it…”

When he was sitting on the bed beside you again, he let you take the pretty pink collar in your eager little hands, marveling at the way your eyes widened with excitement and delight as you read the heart-shaped name tag daintily clinking against the little gold bell that spelled in pretty cursive letters, “Angel”.

“Can you…” you hesitated, suddenly turning shy despite Nanami knowing full well how much you liked to be collared by him, having ones in all different colors and styles— thick, black, spiked ones that matched some of your racier lingerie, or ones with rings dangling off of them so Nanami could tug you around, guide your face where he wanted it, whether leading your lips to meet his own for a long, deep kiss or forcing you down onto his cock until you were choking on it.

You had fluffy ones and ones with cute charms hanging off the front. Ones that buckled in so many places you could never hope to get them off by yourself and now, probably your favorite one yet, this pretty bubblegum pink one with the cute little bell.

“Can you put it on me?” you finally gained enough courage to ask, batting those doe-eyes at him and trying to be sly about the fact you were needing to clench your thighs together, the gooey wetness of arousal already starting to pool in the pink lace of your panties.

Now on a mission to tease you, it seemed, Nanami simply replied, “Well, I don’t know, sweetheart. The name tag says Angel. So, I think the real question here is…” He leaned in closer to you, one of his hands resting over yours where you held and admired the collar. Lowering his voice to a smooth, seductive tone, he asked, “Are you going to be my perfect little angel tonight, or are you going to continue to be a brat? Because brats don’t get pretty collars, now do they?”

Gazing up at him in that sweet, submissive way you’d damn near perfected— as if it didn’t come naturally to you— you shook your head side to side, promising to be good for him.

Cooing at you with that condescending lilt, Nanami said, “That’s what I thought,” before slipping the collar from your light grasp and fastening it around your throat, reminding you to tilt your head back while he secured the buckle, making sure there was only a tiny gap to breathe if he decided he wanted to take a fistful of your hair to tug on, craning your neck back for him to suck little bruises into.

Once it was secured, he slipped a finger into the front and gave a testing tug, only satisfied as the first little mewl hummed in your throat.

“Arms up, baby,” he directed you, pulling your sweater over your head, taking in the view of you, the way your pink lace bra paired perfectly with the collar, pleated skirt flaring out around you, the plush flesh of your upper legs spilling over the tops of your thigh high stockings.

His mouth watered at the sight, unable to suppress a smirk as he thought to himself that soon all you’d be left in was that pretty pink collar.

As he climbed atop the bed, settling over you, Nanami sighed out in affectionate admiration, “You’re so perfect… Always so perfect, my pretty little angel…”

You nuzzled your cheek closer into his palm as he caressed your face, your eyes falling shut and your breathing now steady, content.

And then Nanami was meeting your lips for a slow, deep kiss. The kind that left you breathless, more of that saccharine arousal pooling in your belly, making you desperate for him.

When he broke the kiss, finally giving you a chance to breathe, a thin strand of saliva bowed and snapped between your two mouths, both of you out of breath but Nanami better at disguising his neediness than you were.

He could’ve stared at you forever— so sweet, so submissive, so his— and never grown tired of the sight. Because, for a man who’d visited many art galleries all around the world, seen some of the most spectacular sights that nature could’ve offered him, you were always going to be the most exquisite and captivating image on the planet.

Moving lower, his mouth explored the familiar planes of your body, in its wake a trail of darkened bruises marked by his teeth, claiming you, as if you’d ever had the chance to belong to anyone else.

As soon as your bra was discarded, sensitive nipples perked by the cold air, Nanami’s tongue was laving over them, causing them to furl even tighter as he took the tender buds into the heat of his mouth.

You knew you were growing wetter by the second, thighs desperately clenching to contain your dripping arousal, wincing as you shifted over the sheets, the sting of the belt’s lashes making a soft gasp hitch before your next moan.

Nanami clicked his tongue at you, saying with a slight song to his words, “Don’t try and hide, baby…” Then, murmuring right beside your ear in that velvety baritone, “You should know better by now that you can never keep secrets from Daddy…”

Forcing your legs to spread before pulling you down closer to him by the meat of your thighs, Nanami couldn’t help but find it cute how you were trembling, your next inhale catching as he grabbed both your wrists in one hand and pinned them above your head. With his free hand, he undid the button on his trousers, hissing as he pulled his aching erection free, sighing with relief as he gave himself a few languid strokes in preparation to sink into the tight heat of your perfect little cunt.

His cock was blushing pink and drooling with pearly pre-cum, and he swiped his thumb along the tip before gliding the same finger along your drenched slit, using both your slick to tease your pulsing, needy pussy, pushing in through the side of your panties. He only took pause long enough to tug down and kick off his pants, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing that aside at the same time.

The next thing to come off was your skirt, your panties pulled down along with it and dropped to the floor, leaving you in only those thigh high stockings and the pretty pink collar fastened around your slender neck.

And, god, just the sight of you…

Nanami almost wished he’d thought to grab his camera before getting you sprawled out like this— the expensive one he liked to bring on your vacations together that always captured the perfect, one in a million shot— just so he could preserve this image forever. He’d keep the print of you locked in the top drawer of his home office desk, the thick, glossy photograph of all your perfect, precious skin on display in such a vulnerable state for his eyes and his eyes only.

It would serve as a reminder to him that perhaps he ought to encourage you to break into his office without permission more often, collecting the private photos like prized pieces of rare art.

“Please, Daddy…” you whined, writhing in your own arousal, little hole clenching around nothing and desperate to be filled. But Nanami was keen to make this part last a little longer before granting you the reward of his cock.

“You’re going to be a good girl,” he informed you, applying the slightest pressure to your clit and teasing you to tears, removing his touch every time your hips tried to buck and steal more pleasure from his fingers, “and hold out until Daddy tells you you can cum, understand?”

The next mewling whine that crawled up your throat had him letting out one of those dark chuckles, denying you yet again as you tried and failed to chase his torturous touch. But Nanami wasn’t out to punish you anymore. Now he was merely playing with you, loving to be the cause of the adorable pout that began to fade into a shy brand of awe as his face slowly lowered between your thighs.

You couldn’t help but throw your head back as he peppered kisses along your inner thighs, so close to the apex of you yet deliberately avoiding it for now, his rough fingers delicately toying with the hem on one of your stockings, slipping them beneath the sheer black fabric to gently knead at the soft flesh there.

Your stomach flinched and fluttered as you felt his hot breath fanning over your weeping cunt, the anticipation alone nearly sending you spilling over the edge.

But Nanami had instructed you to wait until he gave the word. And you were so eager to please him now, so you’d be a good girl and listen.

With both thumbs hooked into one of your stockings, presumably about to pull it down, Nanami suddenly gave pause. “Actually…” he pondered aloud to himself, removing his thumbs from the hosiery and instead running his hands along the curve of your hips. “I think we’ll leave these on this time.”

Attentively readjusting the position of your thigh-highs so they lay perfectly over your legs again, Nanami let out a low hum of satisfaction, everything back in its rightful place. Neat and orderly, just as he preferred it.

Then and only then did he finally gift you the sensation of his hot mouth exploring your tight, wet heat, his long, slippery tongue gingerly prodding at your entrance before spearing into you, dragging hard and flat up the length of your slit, pulling a loud, melodic moan from your collared throat.

In that moment, there were few things Nanami craved more than your pretty little sounds of pleasure and frustration, not failing to notice how hard you were trying to hold out until he issued the order for you to let yourself go.

The second he did— and not a moment sooner— you came completely apart, shining arousal gushing across his chiseled face as he continued to leave open mouthed kisses to your cunt, savoring the taste of you the way you might revel in the sweetness of one of your favorite desserts, completely enthralled.

But this wasn’t the end of your reward— quite the opposite, Nanami merely viewed the first time you came as a prologue to the fairy tale fantasy of pleasure he intended to guide you through.

There was barely enough time for your senses to come back to you through the syrupy haze of your lust before the second chapter was in effect, Nanami’s fingers finding their way into your mouth as he nudged at your slightly parted lips, urging you to suck on them which you did without needing to be told.

A few times, he forced his fingers in a little too far, suppressing a cruel grin as he saw your throat bob with the attempt not to gag, having to remind himself not to be too mean after what he’d already forced you to sustain earlier.

“Doing so well for me, angel,” he breathed, enamored with the feel of your tongue curling around his fingers, spit pooling and slicking the long digits until he deemed them wet enough. A quiet squeak of neediness cracked in your voice when he pulled his fingers from your mouth, a thin strand of saliva sticking to your chin that he gently wiped away with his thumb. “Keep being a good girl for Daddy, ok…”

The next time his practiced touch found your already overstimulated cunt, he slipped two fingers in, beginning to stretch you open wider so you could take him in full, his fingers glistening in the low light as they pumped in and out of you, scissoring inside and making you whimper, nearly letting out a hiss himself as he felt how hard your insides were trying to squeeze around him.

He swore you hadn’t been this tight before he’d left a week ago, and the thought of sinking into you had him becoming even more achingly hard, his cock twitching with want for you.

Besides, you’d both been plenty patient.

You’d earned this.

So, finally deciding you were ready for him, Nanami lined himself up with you, gently nudging into your entrance and trying to swallow a groan as your body squeezed around his tip, feeling himself tense before he was barely even two inches inside.

Your body constricted around his length in rapid, ravenous little pulses, nearly knocking the next breath from his lungs before he caught what little remained of his composure. He’d allow himself to unravel in his entirety too, when the time was right. But he liked to maintain some of his precious control for as long as he could, that in and of itself spurring him on in its own sick and twisted way.

Once he’d pushed his way fully inside, giving you both a minute to adjust to the searing pleasure of each other’s flesh that, despite only seven days away, was starting to feel like the first time, Nanami pressed gentle pecks to your forehead, migrating down to your nose, your cheeks, your jaw, and cupping your chin in his palm, now melting into something warm and tender.

“I love you so much…” he sighed in between his next series of sloppy, wet kisses to your neck, your shoulder. “More than anything in this entire world…”

Your senses were alight with the pleasure and the pain of it all, overwhelmed with the sensation of where your two bodies became one, so much so that you could barely breathe out the words, “Love you too… S’much… Always will…” as you delicately laced your fingers together behind his neck, holding him close to you as your eyes fluttered shut and you murmured with all your saccharine sweetness, lulled by this gentle, dreamy state, “‘Cause you’re perfect, Daddy… S’perfect…”

Nanami always took care of you. The day he’d decided to make you his, called you his perfect little angel and told you to move in so you could be around each other at every moment of every day— so long as he wasn’t sent off on important business meetings, that was— he’d made a promise not just to you, but also to himself, that he’d take care of you in every way you could ever want or need.

That was what good Daddies did for their princesses, after all.

Though, with Nanami’s necessity for perfection, he tended to go above and beyond more often than not.

By the time he began to move, every slow, languid roll of his hips to meet your inner thighs and drive himself deeper into you, carving out a new home in your core— every reverent gaze and grin of devoted adoration he cast upon you— all of it was an unspoken reminder of just how much he loved you.

The same as every whine of his name or his title that left your lips along with the pitched moans that spliced between those syllables as he hit that sweet spot deep inside of you was a declaration of your desire and loyalty to him.

“That’s it, angel…” he encouraged, the dainty bell around your neck jingling more and more every time he thrust back into you, his pace picking up speed and strength along with his panting breaths. “Almost there… good girl…”

Sweat was beading on his brow, more strands of his silky, golden hair falling forward into his stoic eyes. It was only like this, safe within the private confines of a quiet room you two found yourselves uninterrupted in, that Nanami allowed himself to become disheveled and imperfect.

You still thought he was perfect, of course. That beautiful look on his face, pupils blown wide and lids fallen at half mast, jaw flexing as he clenched his back teeth every time your pussy squeezed around him like he just couldn’t get enough of you, no matter how painful the attempt to ride it out as long as either of you could was…

It was like this, in the way that you knew only you were allowed to view him, that you found him most perfect.

And so, after he’d gifted you your second orgasm and finally allowed himself to come undone with you, filling you to the brim with so much of his hot, sticky cum that it overflowed— so much that you felt it in your tummy, you were sure of it— the two of you just lay huddled in the homes you’d made of each other’s bodies till the crashing tidal wave had reduced to the lazy ebb and flow of sea foam kissing the shore line.

You were already beginning to doze as Nanami returned with a warm washcloth to clean you with, though took ample time to stop and admire the mess the two of you had made between your legs first before wiping it all away. He unfastened your pretty pink collar, placing it on the bedside table with a quiet chime from its golden bell, only now ridding you of your thigh-highs, making a mental note to replace them on account of how ruined they’d become from your combined pleasure that had dripped down and stained the edges.

He pulled you into his arms, let your head rest against his chest as he cradled you against him, making sure to keep you warm and sated through your spent state, and murmured all kinds of little love letters into the crown of your head as he also began to doze against the burgundy bed sheets.

Right before you slipped into the welcomed world of sleep, however, a mischievous little flicker of a thought occurred to you.

It said that, despite the consequences, you didn’t necessarily regret getting caught. And, if you could expect a similar outcome to follow if you ever again decided to break into Nanami’s office, you just might take that chance the next time you found yourself feeling bored.

***

(I mean… do I even have to explain this one or can I just say I was “feeling a certain kind of way” again lol.

This really came to me on one of my recent mental health walks when my mind went “y’know what would make you feel better right now? Getting absolutely dominated by Nanami Kento in every way possible.”

Sorry not sorry.

Anyway, happy valentine’s day, I hope you enjoyed. Pretty sure you’ll be seeing more sd!nanami from me in the future.

Byyyye~ <3)

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♡ How Daddy Kassien Punishes You When You Break Her Rules ♡

(It got hard to write at the end since she had a lot of similar rules but I also didn't want to change any of the rules since they just fit her so well. Anyways let me know how you feel, this wasn't my best work but I still liked writing it.)

♡ Rule Number 1: Daddy is your one and only, therefore if anyone speaks to you or tries to take you away from her, you must inform her immediately so daddy can handle them for you. ♡

"Daddy it wasn't a big deal, she just asked for my number, she had no clue I was with you!" She growled draping a wing over your shoulder and pulling you closer as she stared down at the human on the ground who was trembling in fear.

"Lovely, I'm going to show you what happens when you don't inform daddy when people try to interfere in our relationship," She drags you closer to the person who tried to skitter back but was stopped by her boot crunching down on their leg. "I prefer to keep these things away from your eyes but since you didn't inform me I'll have to do this in front of you."

♡ Rule Number 2: Daddy is daddy and you will refer to her as such. Anything else will not be tolerated no matter what the situation is. ♡

"Sweetness, what did I say you were supposed to call me?" She lifted your chin forcing you to meet her eyes, her teeth bared slightly threatening to nip you for your disobedience. "Say it sweetling or I swear I will put you over my knee right now."

"But, we're in front of everyone, Kass..." You pouted as everyone turned to look away, it was common courtesy to look the other way when a supernatural disciplined their mate and technically Kassien was well within her rights to punish you even in public but you figured she would be rational about this for even a split second.

"Everyone," She sighed picking you up in a bridal carry, her claws digging in slightly, "We're going home, I have to discipline my mate." She hissed as she started to leave before leaning down in your ear to whisper, "30 spankings for forgetting who daddy is to you, 20 for ruining a very nice party."

♡ Rule Number 3: You are only allowed a set number of outings without daddy by your side per week, any other outings you want besides that will have to be with daddy. If you encounter daddy on a solo outing it still counts towards your solo outings. If your outing ends earlier because daddy called you home it still counts. ♡

You were given two outings without Kassien this week but she called you home early on both of them so you couldn't help but feel like you were owed another outing, she was at work so it's not like she'd even know you were out plus she'd understand if you gave her your reasoning probably. Still you did make sure to look around frequently just to make sure you hadn't gotten caught. None of that mattered though when you returned to her apartment and she had returned home early.

"I'm glad you returned home, if you had been even a minute later daddy was about to go out and look for you." She came to greet you in a hug. "I hope you enjoyed your outing cause this will be the last time you're allowed to go out without me. Next time I'll break your fucking leg."

♡ Rule Number 4: If daddy is with you she has to pick you outfit before you go out, if daddy is not there you may pick your outfit but you must send it to daddy for approval, if it's not approved you must pick a pre-approved outfit from your closet. ♡

"Sweetness, come into my office." She beckoned you and you sighed wondering what it was this time that she wanted to scold you for. "Take your top off."

"W-what-" "Don't question me, I allowed you that top with the stipulation you only wear it around our apartment so now I have to tear it to pieces." She pulled out a large oversized shirt from a drawer in her desk as you started to fumble to get the shirt off, sure you really did love the shirt but losing the shirt was better than whatever punishment you'd get for talking back.

"This is very troubling sweetness, I do love getting you nice things however you seem to just take these things for granted. Tonight we're looking through your closet and destroying everything you're not allowed to wear outside."

♡ Rule Number 5: When you go out daddy wants lots of pretty photos from you, daddy wants to see her sweet lovely mate. ♡

The door slammed open startling you as you rushed to stand to greet her. You couldn't really figure out why she was in such a pissy mood but work must have been hard you assumed. "Welcome home daddy! I missed you!"

"Sweetness, I gave you permission to go out today yes?" She sat down on the couch pulling you onto her lap as she idly lifted your skirt and pushed your panties to the side, her fingers slowly pressing in and out as you did you best to formulate a response.

"Y-yeah-" "Exactly however you did not single a single photo the entire time I was at work, I was constantly checking my phone waiting for my sweet baby girl to send me a cute picture. Since I had to wait to be happy, I'm going to edge you for as long as I felt edged today about work, about 8 hours, and then afterwards I'll consider allowing you to warm my strap."

♡ Rule Number 6: Do not damage daddy's property, you may not engage in any behaviors that may harm you such as ingesting alcohol, if you would like to drink you must be with daddy at the time and she will cut you off when she deems appropriate. ♡

"Daddy! I'm so glad you're here!" You waved at her, she had arrived at the company party a little bit late since she had something she wanted to finish up but you had decided since since was going to be there soooo did it even matter if you enjoyed yourself just a little bit before she arrived?

"Sweetness, you know you're supposed to wait for daddy." She clenched her teeth just trying to make it through the party, you broke the rule but you were still really cute so it was hard to find it in herself to get angry, especially since it was her fault for not coming sooner. She'd have to engrain the rule back in your head once you sobered up.

"I know but I was boredddd and it felt nice in my mouth." She grinned pulling you closer to her and giving you a kiss on the forehead. She hadn't decided what the punishment for this rule would be beforehand since you'd never broken it but your words gave her an idea.

"Do you want to make it up to daddy?" You nodded dumbly, her hand held your chin, her thumb pressing against your lips and you begun to suck on her thumb, "You can warm up the strap for me with your cute little mouth once we get home, it'll sober you up, I think an hour is good enough."

♡ Rule Number 7: Do not move daddy's property, daddy makes sure to buy you the most comfortable collars so make sure you are always wearing one, you may change collars with approval if a different one would go with your outfit instead. ♡

"Sweet-" "What is it now daddy?" You groaned, you'd already been disciplined five times that week, you really couldn't handle another punishment, this was starting to get on your nerves.

"Daddy put the pink collar on you this morning, why are you wearing the black one?" She ignored your tone though you could tell she was seething about it. She motioned for you to turn around so she could remove the black collar and put the pink one back on instead but you refused.

"Daddy I want to wear the black one-" "If you won't wear the pink I'll give you something else to wear around your neck as I fuck you tonight and I don't think you'd like that very much so put on the right collar."

♡ Rule Number 8: Do not touch daddy's property, daddy is the only one allowed to give you pleasure, you are not allowed to masturbate unless daddy orders you to. ♡

The door opened and you rushed to throw yourself together to greet her, hopefully she'd just mistake the scent in the air as you just being turned on while waiting for her and not as you breaking her rules.

"Sweetness, don't try to trick daddy, I can feel that my baby girl was touching herself." You shook your head back and forth violently as she growled at you, pulling your arm to the bed. "Since you think your pathetic hands work better, you don't deserve to come on daddy's cock tonight, maybe then you'll learn to appreciate what you have."

♡ Rule Number 9: Daddy controls your pleasure, do not cum until daddy gives you permission. ♡

You gasped when you realized your mistake, you were supposed to ask for permission before you came and yet you had cum all over her tongue without even giving her the slightest bit of warning. You weren't really sure what the punishment for this one was however you know it couldn't be good.

"Aww my sweetling has trouble controlling when she cums?" You nodded hoping admitting it would get you some leniency however you gasped when her thumb pressed against your clit harshly. "Aww maybe I should make you cum until it hurts tonight them you'll have some incentive to learn to control yourself."

♡ Rule Number 10: Daddy will decide your punishments at her own discretion. Daddy doesn't want to have to punish you so if she decides you need a punishment it's for your own interest. Daddy loves you, sweetness. ♡

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