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smaoineamhsalach · 1 year
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for only you and i to see ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱
*ೃ༄ prompt; secret
*ೃ༄ happy lowman x afab!reader
*ೃ༄ the work below is 18+ and contains themes of sexual activity. do not engage with these unless you are of age, and sensible enough to consume them.
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Happy’s lips, like the rest of him, are rough and unyielding against yours. Fingers gripping bruises as personal as a signature into your hips, Happy only relents to clamp a hand over your mouth when your moans reach a pitch that threaten to reach the ears of the party raging outside.
The edge of the counter digs into your thighs but the pain only furthers the pleasure he’s wringing from you. Each drag of his cock against your tender walls has your thighs clenching around his waist, imprinting the feeling of his body between your legs as he fucks into you.
Breath hot and quick against your neck as he nears his peak, his grip adjusts so that his nails dig into the skin of your hips. The thought crosses your mind to swat his hands away, to chastise him for it- but knowing this will be the only proof this night happened, you leave him be. You know that once you go back to being kept a secret, those marks will be the only thing keeping you from thinking this was all a fever dream.
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licosidae · 1 month
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suggestive doodles under the cut. forgot why i hate this place 🥲
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viiridiangreen · 7 months
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RARE TECH-RELATED VIRI W
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i was gonna Fucking Lose It if these were gone tbh.
#viitalks#i know i need a better solution lol#bc my art to-do being stuck in an uncaring corporation's mitts is. Not Ideal#like either stop being a fucking Image Hoarder (HOW??? I'M A SELF TAUGHT VISUAL ARTIST WITH ANXIETY?)#or invest in a bigass multiTB drive just as an inspiration bank#but... that's Slightly Outside my budget for now -_-#and the site in general is a cesspool of unattributed low res work. i don't use it as much these days but idk a faster way to save shit-#from the browser of any device i happen to be on#that doesn't annihilate my storage#also i made my account as a teenager and i wouldn't want to lose the time capsule aspect of it either#just one more problem to throw money at if i ever come by it i guess. lmao#like... the irony of this scare is great too. like#i only got flagged for spam bc i was using an automated tool to slowly pin one image a minute off of my weheartit collections#bc weheartit is going DOWN like it's shutting down & deleting everyone's shit#and those are MORE nostalgic bc i used WHI more than pinterest in my mid teens#like.....#yeah.#there's stuff i actively wanna revisit#related to like. Deviantart Adoptable Critters#but also like early identity development lmao i. identified rly strongly with my silly misattributed unlawfully reposted images#like if i put anything up in my childhood bedroom walls it'd get Scrutinised and Destroyed#so... it was my version of cringefail teen posters#made even dearer by the need to hide them from fundie abusers#so............#idk i'm prolly unhealthily attached to these things but#there's gotta be a way to unfuck the situation & still keep like#the adult improving artist version of reference image treasure troves#idk lol
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Patiently awaiting OFMD renewal so I can see their reunion
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mirukosbitchywife · 1 year
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hawks, miruko, fatgum, midnight and eraserhead x vigilante reader
REPOST the original one got flagged as s3xu4l content even tho it's just fluff :(
vigilante reader is tame basically acting as a pro hero just without the license, mainly focusing on saving people, and therefore none of the heros reallu care. no warnings just pure fluff
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hawks/keigo takami:
-keigo would be a vigilante if he wasn't taken in by the commission. 100% he would not have stopped saving lives even if he got in trouble for it. he might even fuck around and manage to get you an actual hero license if you want one, even a fake one to get out of trouble if you need it
-basically. even as the number two hero he's no snitch and in fact really respects what you do. you guys probably met trying to save the same civilian or something and hit it off immediately
-he lets you follow him on patrols, absolutely no fucks. almost everyone thinks you're just one of his sidekicks and you basically act as one without the hero license. would just use his feathers to carry you away from any particularly hard ass heros (cough endeavor cough) if he needs to
-doesn't have a lot of friends but the ones he does have know all about you (including everything keigo gushes to them about you ugh) and they also don't care, they trust him as a person and a hero so by default they trust you
-probably also insists on training you but most of your spars end up in making out because he has no self control when it comes to you but you're not complaining
-end of day routine with keigo would def start with you two dancing in keigos living room, he just sweeps you up and starts dancing out of no where, doesn't even need music, the sound of you laughing at his antics is music enough for him, you've come to expect it every day when he comes home and it's one of the things you miss most when he's gone on a longer mission
-your rough days always end with you flying, even if you can fly using your own quirk, there's something about being held to the chest of the man you love while he flys through the night sky, placing unwavering trust in him to not let you fall while you admire the stars always makes your heart full, and for keigos rough days, you always preen his feathers, he's not used to anyone touching them besides his fans grabbing at him, so nothing relaxes him more than the feeling of your fingers in his feathers, straightening and adjusting them for him as you go
miruko/rumi usagiyama:
-is so aggressively supportive of the vigilante thing she'd see you out beating the shit out of a villain and be like BEAT THEIR ASS BABE GET EM
-insists on you training with her. if you want to be a vigilante you gotta be in shape enough to go toe to toe with the number 5 pro hero
-absolutely kicks your ass in training but it's okay bc she gives you kisses every time you win a match <3
-if you're not immediately recognizable as a vigilante she Will take you to the boring hero shit she has to go with. no one's willing to get close enough to you besides hawks, because if you're with her she'll glare down anyone who tries to approach her and hawks is the only one brave enough to get closer (she also trusts hawks the most out of all of them and knows hes no snitch)
-has a sixth sense for when you're in trouble, so if you're ever in over your head in the same city as her ur opponent better start praying
-on especially hard days for you, rumi gives a mean back massage that leaves you putty in her hands, on rumis hard days you always do her hair. she finds it so relaxing and loves the styles you do on her and will proudly wear whatever you did as long as she can
fatgum/taishiro toyomitsu:
-taishiro is just That Guy yk u guys probably met because he picked you up by your scruff during a fight you were losing and he jumped in all heroic like *swoons*
-him being That Guy /pos and all his only reaction after dealing with the villain is to put you down and be like woah. hello person i have never seen in my life before this very second right now. you should hurry along i don't want any civilians caught in the cross hairs when the police arrive. anyway random stranger i've never seen ever you should totally come by my hero agency and train in case you know. you get caught close to another villain attack
-guys got a heart proportional to the rest of him how could you not do anything for him he's sunshine personified. if he said jump you'd ask how high he's just got that affect
-he's probably the most chill pro hero aside from like. aizawa. you know how like the bigger the dog the more chill they get (usually). yeah same affect with him he minds his business stays in his lane does heroic deeds on the reg yk
- his favorite thing to do with you is spend time with you laying on top of him <33 he usually takes up all the space on wherever he's lying but no complaints can be heard when you get to cuddle on top of him all night
-end of day routine with taishiro would pretty much be him coming home from work, flopping on the couch, and dragging you to lay on top of him to doze until the food he ordered arrives (even if you wanted to there's no way you could cook for tai after work, you'd have a hard enough time cooking for Any pro hero let alone one who's quirk is dependent on food)
-your rough days usually entail you crawling inside his shirts to be closer to him (in my mind his clothes are probably usually baggy because they need to be able to withstand his full size and after a day at work he'd probably be at least somewhat smaller) and him allowing you to curl up on him like a cat (he probably also pets ur hair like a cat but we don't need to mention that), his rough days probably entail something like baking treats together!! he seems like the kind of guy who really really enjoys quality time with a s/o and combining that with food? his bad day melts away immediately
midnight/nemuri kayama:
-honestly you're probably not even the first vigilante she's dated, if there's one thing nemuri is gonna do it's whatever the fuck she wants lmao
-she's def the type of person to be like rules are meant to be broken
-nemuri LOVES going out with you, you better pray you don't have a recognizable face because there's no way you're getting out of going out to dinner and her dragging you shopping and her showing you off any chance she gets(not that you'd want to get out of that stuff i mean. it's nemuri)
-nemuri prefers working night shifts even when not working at ua so she can force you to take a break when she takes hers and she always packs you food <3
-she also prefers night shifts so you both can protect each other, shadowing one another in case one of you gets over your heads, the other one never being too far
-she probably has a lot of cats and by default they're your cats so usually while nemuris gone at ua you're playing with her cats. (nemuri probably has hundreds of pictures of you with a cat on top of you after you fell asleep)
-her favorite time of day is when you're both home and sweaty from fighting, your end of day routine always starts with taking a bath together, washing grime off the other, using the tenderness to reset your minds after a long day
-she loves to pamper you, do your nails, face masks, anything you want ,and uses her quirk slightly on you after a particularly rough day, and for her rough days you always make sure she gets a foot massage and glass of wine with a book <3
eraserhead/shouta aizawa:
-same shit different day yeah? he probably mostly has vigilante friends if we're honest (aside from hizashi and nemuri of course)
-is definitely used to dealing with vigilantes both a professional and unprofessional sense, nothing you can do will shock him, and you can always count on him to save your ass when things go south, it's like he has a second quirk with the way he's able to sense when you're either about to do something stupid or about to die. usually both.
-you guys patrol at night together, you both prefer working when you know the other is somewhere nearby in case things go south, and more often than not you take cases on together (although Technically it's just him on the paperwork)
-omg what if you guys meet because he saw you feeding a cat and snuck up on you only for you to. notice him? holy shit?? you could sense his presence?? he was flabbergasted. that like never fucking happens
-end of day routine is you bullying him into a shower with you and him making you wash his hair as payment. literally a fucking cat. we both know he wouldn't shower after patrol alone he'd just go to sleep.
-your rough days always end up with you in a caterpillar looking ass sleeping bag with shouta but you'd have it no other way. his rough days are full of cat cafes. they just relax him like nothing else
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shirojikimattari · 4 months
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Reposting but with labels this time
Anyways NSFW short webcomic SHADOWHEART 😫😫😫😫😫
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So reposting bc the first one got flagged. Apparently I have to mark it as explicit (I was absent for the whole 2018 to 2023 that thing was implemented wtf) anyway cam back to tumblr for shadowheart 😆
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mochamvgz · 6 months
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what they would save ur contact as
; i don't think this needs a synopsis? it's all in the title
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; ot7 enhypen x reader
; genre: hcs, non idol au, established relationship, fluff
; warnings: slight profanity, miraculous, some members being total simps, being called short by niki
; 0.5k words
; perm taglist: @inkelea @yuerki
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heeseung || ramyeon partner🍜💛
the two of you LOVE ramyeon so it's only fitting. your first date, all the way back when you guys were in uni, was having ramyeon at a local convenience store for crying out loud!
and OF COURSE you immediately fished out your phone from your pocket to change his contact to the same
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jay || my pretty girl💐 (in a completely not possesive and absolutely unpatriarchal way!)
if you saw xander hawthorne you're a real one pls marry me
we already know this guy is THE ultimate green flag so this came as a surprise to no one
you and jay are also massive feminists and no sticklers for insecure masculinity hence the parenthesis
when you find out what you're saved as on his phone you can't help but fall in love with your boyfriend all over again
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jake || bugaboo🐞❤️🖤
if you think miraculous is a kids show GET OUTTA HERE
"there's no way you saved me as that"
"why? is there a problem bugaboo?"
without a word you unlock your phone, open ur contacts, scroll down to find his and hold it up in front of him
jake raises his brow at you and directs his attention to your screen, his mouth immediately forming an 'o'
" ‘chat noir’ ? oh my god you're kidding!"
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sunghoon || (name)
the guy first saved your number when you were paired up for a project which was 2 whole years ago mind you and for some reason it just never? occurred? to him? to change it??
of course you're mad when you find out
"seriously hoon?"
"i'm sor-"
"give me your phone"
he complies. you unlock and open his contacts going to ‘favourites’, clicking on your contact which is at the top of the list duh
you change your contact name from ‘(name)’ to ‘the love of my life💘’ and hand his phone back. he raises his brows when he sees what you did but doesn't say anything because it's true
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sunoo || QWEEN🙌👑
"YES!!! GO QUEEN!!!"
you guys were hanging out at his place one day, all snuggled up watching a movie and the female lead just did something super badass making you jump up
sunoo doesn't waste a moment grabbing the opportunity
"but you're my queen"
you're surprised at the abruptness of the compliment but try to appear more ‘seriously dude?’ rather than a blushing mess
"what? it's true i even have your contact saved as that"
he brandishes his phone to show you
there's no stopping the blush now
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jungwon || yang jungwon's girlfriend 😤💖💓
when you ask him why he's referring to himself in third person he'd say
"in case my phone ever gets stolen or something, the thief would still know you're mine"
you can't take it anymore and burst out laughing
"what?" he'd ask with his brows furrowed
"you're ridiculous"
"but you still love me" he's right about that
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niki || shortie🙄
to be fair your height is above average but your boyfriend is a fucking giant and even then you're only like 2 cm shorter
he still can't leave it alone tho and teases you about it to no end
"are you for real?"
"what? it's true ya know"
"for fuck's sake it's only 2 cm"
and just like that the two of you are at it again
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; a/n: surprise surprise! my first hc yayyy! i hope this turned out okay bc i had no idea what i was doing lmao💀 ily if you got the reference in the jake one no i don't just mean miraculous
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venuscnjunctpluto · 11 months
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Observations Pt 7.
Credits: @venuscnjunctpluto
* Jesse’s Lilith is in Billie’s 12th house. This is such scary synastry to me because you don’t see how the Lilith person can be manipulating you or even trying to seduce you.
*scorpio risings have something noticeable about their ‘glabella’ (space in btw the eyes specifically the smooth area above the nose I had to Google it lol) I notice Scorpio risings have glabella’s that protrude which makes their eyes even more noticeable and intense. And it makes them look like a skunk lol (ex: Taylor swift, dita von teese, Natalie Portman, Chaka Khan, and Sydney Sweeney)
*moon square Venus people are the epitome of Candy Heron in mean girls. They end up in friendships and relationships that worse their emotional well-being. It’s usually summed up to them not being able to be themselves around their “friends” or partners.
*libra risings have pudgy noses with smaller nostrils while Aries risings have defined noses with larger nostrils. You can usually guess these two by their noses
*Capricorn rising women 🤝 elaborate ponytails, long braids, bangs idk their hair gives off power puff girl vibes
*the way Pisces placements get talked to is ridiculous to me. People will talk to them like literal children which is very demeaning.
*simone biles just got married congrats to her! Her husband has so many prominent cancer placements and 0 degree libra mars. Civilized cardinal placements have such big husband/wife energy it’s insane. Very romantic and taking the time you learn you as a person. They also have Venus trine Venus, mars conjunct mars, moon conjunct moon synastry 💕
*kelis is the perfect example of a Leo dominant. She wears so many vibrant colors, dyed her hair often, and always carried confident aura.
*I notice Scorpio Venus women defend plastic surgery and those who get it. I know three of them who defend the kardashians like crazy (even though ppls problem is the lying about surgery but anywho). I think it’s bc they would get plastic surgery as well if they could.
*venus-uranus/aqua Venus placements make friends so easily it’s insane. They’ll get reposted on social media a lot as well.
*Ik this guy with cupido conjunct mars and he’s a huge flirt and player. I have cupido conjunct mars and I think it attracts players towards me it’s been so many situations a guy has tried to hide his player tendencies but I always found out eventually. I think this is a red flag placement🚩🚩🚩🚩
*i have cupido in the 8th so does Barack Obama, Ryan gosling, Rihanna, Monica Bellucci, Elizabeth Taylor, Cardi B. This might be a very seductive placement these ppl probably go all in when they’re attracted to someone. Or they might use their sexuality to get their crushes.
*zoe kravitz playing Selina Kyle and having Venus conjunct pluto makes sense. She can pull off darker looks and I notice women w this look like cats. Ryan destiny is also a good example of this.
* a lot of my celeb crushes I have their Venus in my 1st. Matthew Gary gubler, Rob Lowe, Prince, Johnny depp, Cillian Murphy etc…the house person can admire the Venus persons’s style.
*uranus-asc have something unique about their appearance and usually it’s a cleft chin (ex: Ben Affleck, Troian Bellisario, Adele) I have this aspect as well and I have one
*virgo venuses 🤝 wearing black clothes and glasses
*sag venuses 🤝wearing goofy graphic t-shirts
*hilaria baldwin has a sag venus and obviously that’s a indicator of being into other cultures. I notice ppl who tend to be fixated on or appropriate other cultures have sag or aqua venuses *insert timothee chalamet’s rap video lol*
*in defense of Austin butlers sexy voice…a lot of Taurus risings have voice changes or issues. Miley Cyrus’s voice has gotten incredibly deeper as well because she developed a condition. Unpopular opinion I think his voice just changed😭
* Saturn-asc and people thinking you’re older bc you are reserved. They’re the kid who sat down quietly and read books or knitted while everybody else was running around. Even when we have other carefree placements our Saturn-asc makes them barely noticeable at all during first impressions. We also love vintage clothing (ex: Keith powers) I saw a similar post but I agree that this can make someone’s rising traits develop more as they get older. As an Aries rising I didn’t start working out or asserting myself more until I got older.
Stars with Venus-asc tend to be really charismatic and funny during interviews. (Ex: Rihanna, keke Palmer, Megan the stallion, and lizzo)
*saturn-sun people have very strict fathers or male figures who tried to control them a lot growing up. This can make them very hard on themselves as they get older and I notice a lot of lawyers have major Saturn aspects.
* two prominent stem malfunctions (challenger explosion and the Columbia explosion) happened during Aquarius season
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idlerin · 1 year
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LOVE SICK
a suna rintarou social media au
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pairing. suna rintarou x f!reader
synopsis. cupid! calling cupid! as the resident matchmaker slash hopeless romantic of tokyo university, you are the person people look for to get love advice or to set them up with the love of their lives. when suna rintarou comes to you asking for the opposite, to help fend people away from trying to get with him, to the extremes of even asking to fake date you, you couldn't refuse! mostly because you did owe him since he was on the receiving end of a bunch of your clients’ unsuccessful love efforts (hey, you do warn them your matchmaking only has a 62.3% success rate).
tags. social media au, college au, fake dating, matchmaker, romance, crack, humor, fluff!
warnings. time stamps are irrelevant !!, foul language (aka cursing), drinking/alcohol
status. on-going (02/15/24 —)
— playlist.
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teasers
[name]’s reading list | suna’s playlist | [name]’s in trouble !
profiles
ppl who think love sucks + [name] | inarizaki dogs
episodes !
chapter names may be subjected to change as the fic goes along.
( ❥ ) — has narrative parts
ACT I
01. romance 101 w [l/n] [name] !
02. aren’t you like, cupid
03. the bucket list
04. dead, shattered, devastated
05. it’s all cliché and full of obvious red flags
06. passion is a passing thing
07. keep your eyes on me
08. im a matchmaker not a mathematician
09. ur like an exothermic reaction
10. a witch! she's a witch!
ACT II
11. my dearest,
12. lol didn’t think u were mine
13. who cares if he’s a bit psychotic (he’s hot)
14. the grumpy x sunshine trope
15. shitty romance books
16. will they won’t they
17. season of hearts
18. touch some grass
19. and the world stills
20. being with you is ecstasy
ACT III
21. will they/won’t they
22. you hate me? so enemies to lovers?
tba !
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to be added to the taglist you can just send in an ask or comment :)
notes. hi so this was like supposed to be posted on valentines but i got impatient and hey its still the month of love so whatever ehe will not start till i finish nonsense since i need to learn how to do stuff one at a time! but yeah super excited to make this bc i love fake dating and i love suna rintarou hohoho thank you guys sm for 400 followers i love you all <3
icons used as pfps are not mine but the content of this smau is. please do not repost this on any other platform. © idlerin 2023
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goldeunoias · 1 year
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Soft.
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A/N: FUCKING REPOST BC TUMBLR FLAGGED IT 
this is the only flagged thing i’ve ever gotten and literally it was a chubby reader fic screw thaaaaatttttttt
this is for the kinkiest jay stans out there ngl
@jaylaxies​ I DID IT
pspspspsp please tell me how it is/do you like members being written this way please 🖤
Word Count: 5.1k (of insanity)
Synopsis: Chubby! Reader x Sugar Daddy! Jay
Warnings: ..........idk even how to like describe it uh, public teasing, semi-ish public teasing, dirty talk, daddy dom jay for the win, multiple orgasms, guided masturbation, fem oral, men oral, messy sex, like kinky dirty messy sex yall, um, pet names like cupcake and pumpkin and princess, there’s some...let’s say my imagination ran wild and i couldn’t even finish reading it bc i got flustered at my own self
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How you guys met....
Even at first glance, you were the absolute cutest.
“Is it just a table for one?” You asked him softly, Jay almost missing the question because he was too busy staring at you.
Jay snapped out of it and shook his head, clearing his throat. “Uh no, I’m expecting a client here soon so for two please,” He remarked, giving you a smile.
You smiled back at him and his heart couldn’t help but sing at how the roundness of your cheeks became accentuated.
Adorable.
Jay spent the next two months visiting the same restaurant at the same time, clinging onto the moments when you’d smile sweetly at him or get bashful and look down at your feet as you led him to his table. He constantly made the excuse that this restaurant was close to his office and clients liked coming here, which was true, but of course, there was more to his motives.
“Table for one today?” you asked him like always. Perhaps on purpose or by accident the button-up blouse you wore was buttoned down lower than usual and he felt like such a pervert but he couldn't help but internally swear at how soft your cleavage looked. To add onto it, you also wore a pencil skirt instead of your normal black slacks and at that point, he would’ve given up his investments just to be between your plush thighs.
As he followed you to his usual table he quickly took a couple of motivating breaths, fidgeting with his hands slightly.
“So, what are you doing after work?” Jay inquired as you led him to his usual table in the back.
You chewed on your cheek in thought as you set down his menu, looking around to make sure your boss wouldn't see you loitering around.
“Probably nothing, maybe watch some trashy television or something,” you shyly giggled, fumbling with your hands as you felt his carob-eyed stare.
“Then, if you would like of course, would you like to go out on a date with me? I promise I won’t take you out to dinner here,” Jay joked, your heart racing as you saw his expensive smile.
Your eyebrows raised in surprise at the remark, mind faltering for a bit.
Jay only chuckled at your silence, fumbling with the edge of the menu.
“You may say no, as long as it’s not the whole I’m not worthy of love and affection or something along those lines,” he joked plainly. His sense of humor was rather dry but it made you giggle nonetheless, playfully whacking him with the spare menu you had.
“I’m not that cliche of a person, though maybe thirteen-year-old me would have said something along those lines. I just well,” you stood up a bit straighter, “I just thought you’d never ask y’know?” you spoke playfully, looking around before leaning down near his face so your coworkers wouldn’t hear any of what you were about to say.
“I mean between you and me, the food isn’t that great for the price you’re paying. Someone coming here routinely to eat is either a. Trying to be sly and smooth and is falling miserably, or b. Is a crazy person for thinking the food is actually worth the price to enjoy so routinely.”
Jay clutched his hand over his heart at the subtle dig you made at him and could already feel his heart swelling with your personality as well as how gorgeous your features looked up close.
“So, can I safely say that this failed attempt to be sly and smooth has won over the girl I’m currently pining for?”
You pouted brightly in feigned thought before smiling and nodding at him, grabbing a sheet of paper and pen from your pockets to write down your number and availability.
“See you around then,” you remarked before smiling and walking off, Jay having to kick himself internally for staring at you walk away a bit too intently.
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Present...
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He couldn’t touch himself.
He made a promise to you and it would be unfair to break that to you when he asked you of the same. Instead, Jay rested his head against the shower wall with his eyes squeezed shut, trying to think pure thoughts but his mind kept circling back to sticking his member between your chubby thighs and hearing you whimper as he moved in and out of them, or perhaps your plump cheeks filling up as you tried to wrap your mouth around his tip.
He was going crazy and he’d never felt so desperate or horny, not even when he was a teenager going through puberty. He turned the water to cold in the hopes it would bring him back to sanity since you were already fast asleep in his bed, and he’d feel like a complete jackass to wake you up for something like this.
Unfortunately, the cold water wasn’t helping and his heart picked up in speed when he heard you knocking on the door, his absence soon waking you up from your nap.
“Jay? Is everything good? I thought you were just going to the bathroom. Why are you taking a shower at 2 in the afternoon?” you inquired innocently through the door.
His mind went blank because he had no idea what to come up with besides the truth, though he wasn’t sure the truth would be something you’d want to hear.
“I just, um….thought I needed to take one to reset my brain y’know” Jay lied measly, never being the best at this sorta thing.
“I’m coming in you’re being weird,” you told him, opening the door Jay’s heart was pounding in his ears as you saw through the glass door the very prominent erection that was in front of your eyes.
“Oh,” you stated, shifting on your feet awkwardly. “Were you about to…touch yourself?”
The eyes you gave him went straight to his heart as he avidly shook his head, clearing his throat.
“Well, no quite the opposite actually I…well you…. shit, princess you looked so adorable in your sleep shorts and t-shirt it just did something to me, “ Jay awkwardly rambled out, wanting to sink onto the floor.
You nodded and went to the shower door, opening it before getting down on your knees, and shifting back and forth on the bathroom rug.
“Princess you don’t have to-”
“I-I want to. But I don’t know if I will be as good as you want,” you informed him, opening your mouth and softly wrapping your mouth around his tip.
“Shit, wait princess let me sit down first” Jay breathed through gritted teeth, his cheeks getting rosy.
“Then I’ll join you,” you whimpered out gently sitting up on your knees and moving inside the shower with him, clothes still on. As Jay sat down on the bench in the shower he couldn’t help but stroke his member with the fervent drops of precum leaking out: the cool shower water was partially soaking your head and getting onto your shirt as well, the temperature causing your nipples to prod against your shirt more prominently.
Hesitantly you leaned forward and took his tip inside your mouth, saliva already beginning to coat his member in anticipation.
“Fuck princess” Jay groaned deeply, his legs shaking as his eyes fluttered to the back of his head. You watched his reactions to make sure you were doing things right, satisfaction coming over you when his abdomen clenched at the texture of your tongue running along his vein.
“Seongie, look at me” you huffed, slowly licking a long strip on the side of his member to get his attention. At the sensation, Jay couldn’t help but buck into your mouth some, hurried apologies leaving him when he saw your cheeks get full.
“Here princess, hollow your cheeks out some more? Just like that~, good girl~” Jay praised through half-lidded eyes, watching as tears rolled down your plush cheeks. His praise made you want to take more of him in your mouth despite the ache, Jay noticing it and stroking your cheek affectionately.
“Careful cupcake, don’t hurt yourself. Come up for air yeah?” Jay teased, gently pulling you off of him. Your face was disheveled and your breathing was ragged as you licked some of the saliva that coated your lips, a slight whine leaving you when he wouldn’t give you wanted what you wanted.
“More please,” you rasped out, a yelp leaving you when Jay tugged at your nipple.
“More?”
You nodded.
“More what?” he teased, flicking your nipple with his index finger. Your breath hitched and you shifted as you felt drops start to collect in your underwear, feeling bashful all of a sudden.  
“Princess, can you do something for me?”
“I-it depends on what it is,” you countered, biting down on your lip when Jay gestured for you to sit between his legs with your back against his chest, Jay’s hands massaging your inner thighs.
“Can I touch you pumpkin?”
You nodded and Jay tsked, his breath tickling your ear as his hand found its way between your legs.
“Daddy likes it when his princess uses his words, mmkay?”
The sound of his voice made you squirm and you couldn’t help but clench around nothing from the sound, rushing out a timid “yes daddy”. You felt bashful at your own mouth saying the words, watching as Jay reached for the shower head and turned the water to something warmer, one of his hands holding one of your thighs open.
“How does this feel?” Jay questioned gently, tilting the shower head so a stream of water was hitting your puffy clit. Even through your shorts and underwear, the sensation made your toes curl, a choked groan leaving your mouth as he clicked the setting to something harsher.
“It feels weird-oh god,” you whimpered out, eyes closing shut at the fluttering sensation.
“I wonder how sensitive your chest is princess, shall we find out?” he quipped with a smirk, moving the shower head so streams of water pressed lightly against a pert nipple. Your body felt hot at how much whining you were doing at such simple feelings, your moans getting caught in the back of your throat as an effort to suppress them.
It only made Jay tsk in “disappointment” at your attempt to hide your sounds from him, giving you the shower head in one of your hands.
“Aw princess, you know I told you not to be so shy around me~”
You could only whine in reply, having a feeling where this was going.
Jay hummed and guided your hand so the water was pressing against your clit once more, Jay using his other hand to wrap around your free hand and guide it to your chest.
“Look at how turned on you are princess, your nipples are just begging to be teased,” he whispered in your ear, guiding your hand so that you rolled the hardened bud between your fingers. Your jaw went slack and the back of your head dug into Jay’s shoulder, Jay using your other hand to press the water even closer to your clit.
“Daddy Iwantmore,” you gasped out, writhing as you felt such delicate but intense sensations.
Jay chuckled and kissed your temple, turning off the shower water while one of his hands guided yours into your shorts and past your underwear. “Such a good girl princess using your words for me,” he praised softly against your ear, grinning against it when your breath stuttered when you felt your slippery arousal.
“Have you ever fingered yourself pumpkin?”
You shook your head and stuttered out a “no”, squirming against his back when he slid both yours and his inside. Jay had to hold onto your waist to keep you from squirming around too much as his and your index fingers pushed passed your walls, the lewd sounds from your core echoing against the shower wall.
“Mm, aren’t you just the cutest? Here let daddy help you, yeah?” He cooed softly, pushing his and your finger inside until you both felt the spongy part of your walls. “You feel this princess? If you press against it, like this,” your breath caught in your throat as he did so, “it feels really good doesn’t it sweetheart?”
“Yes but i-it feels weird,” you couldn’t help but note, your eyes fluttering as he slid another one of his digits in. He guided his and your hand so the movements inside your core were languid, your toes curling every time your fingers pressed against your spongy walls.
“Raise your shirt up f’me princess, so I can see those pretty nipples of yours.”
His blunt way of dirty talk instinctively made you clench around now just his fingers as you used both of yours to roll your shirt up, shivering as the cool air made contact with them.
“Play with them, show me how you make yourself feel good,” he purred gently in your ear, his thumb rubbing over your clit gently as a means to convince you.
You gulped but massaged your breasts softly, whimpering when you tugged at one of your hardened nipples then switching to rolling the tender bud between your fingers. Jay couldn’t help but grin since with every ministration you gave yourself he could feel you clench down on his fingers like a vice, the lewd sounds echoing against the shower walls as you soaked his digits.
“What am I gonna do with you princess, you’ve already soaked my hand from a little foreplay,” he teased, speeding up his fingers as drops of essence ran down his hands. He suddenly stopped much to your displeasure and chuckled when he held his fingers in front of your face, sticky white-tinted droplets running down his fingers.
“Not only that, but you’re fucking creaming yourself as well. Have you ever done that before sweetheart?” He inquired as he sucked the digits, groaning at the taste. You shook your head and he smirked as he held his middle finger to your lips, exploring your mouth with the digit as you tasted yourself.
“You can be messier than that. Add more saliva,” he commanded with gentleness to his voice, using his free hand to tug at the other nipple you didn’t get to. You groaned against the digit and did as he instructed and let the droplets of saliva gathering in your cheeks run free and drip down his hand and some onto your chest.
“Good girl~, the more saliva the less your mouth won’t blister when you take me in your mouth,” he informed, gesturing for you to get back on your knees for him. You eagerly did, your body buzzing with excitement and lust as you were face-to-face with his member.
“Are your knees okay on the shower floor princess?” Jay inquired tenderly as he stroked your plump cheek, finding the way you puffed them up in thought adorable.
“Mhmm, it’s okay it doesn’t bother me,” you soothed him, sticking your saliva-coated tongue out as an obvious hint for him to give you what you wanted.
“Tap my thigh three times if it becomes too much for you,” he reminded you as you took the whole tip in your mouth, humming contentedly. The deep groan he let out against the shower walls was more than enough motivation as you tried to relax your throat to take more of him, Jay’s hands coming on either side of your face to stroke the tears forming in the corners of your eyes. You could tell when he was looking fully at you and when he wasn’t because every time he did so you’d feel him twitch in your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks so the saliva trapped in pockets could coat his member as well.
Jay bit down on his upper lip and rested his head against the shower wall to keep his composure, his thighs shaking and abdomen clenching being a glorious site to you. Feeling like teasing him a little you slowly pulled off of him and called his name softly, Jay staring at you through half-lidded eyes as he caught his breath.
“Daddy, don’t you want to look at your princess?” you asked him sweetly as you licked the underside of his member, your saliva coating every expanse of it. Jay groaned out your name and shuddered at the feeling, a knot forming in his lower abdomen as you suckled softly at the tip, sticking out your tongue to cushion the underside.
“Shit wait princess I’m close,” he panted out, trying to gently push you off of him. You hummed around him and shook your head no, the vibrations making him choke on his own breath. He’d never felt this level of need before and he couldn’t help but wonder what the hell was up with him.
But he knew it was you, the girl who he’d become so enamored with that as soon as he looked down at your soft and pleasing eyes he felt the knot in his stomach snap, holding your head in place as hot ropes of white enter your mouth.
“Spit it out princess don’t swallow,” he pushed softly through ragged breaths, already feeling bad that he came in your mouth in the first place.
“Like this?” you questioned with innocence, letting your jaw go slack so drops of his cum trickled from your mouth and down your jaw some even landing on your still-exposed chest.
Jay swallowed thickly at the sight and could already feel himself get hard again at the sight; though he never considered himself a person for messy sex, the way you looked in front of him had him questioning and disregarding any morals that pertained to the topic. He grinned and pressed two fingers against the center of your tongue to gather the remaining droplets of his cum that may have remained, holding it up some so that it leaked down onto your chest with the other droplets.
“Mm princess, just like that.”
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After much convincing, you’d found yourself being taken to perhaps one of the most expensive shopping centers in the city, practically everything that you’d looked at having at least four numbers for the price.
It didn’t seem to bother Jay in the slightest, almost encouraging it when you’d shyly point to the shoes or skirt that had caught your eye. You’d never been one to go out shopping in public, something about the anxiety and the stares always getting to you. However, it seemed Jay had a knack for picking up on any slight change in your emotions, squeezing your hand, or kissing your cheek while whispering to you how beautiful you were any time negative thoughts entered your head.
While Jay went to the bathroom your eyes couldn’t help but stare at the size 00 mannequin wearing the loveliest lingerie you’d seen: it was a babydoll dress with lace straps and accents, all in an alluring shade of crimson. You were so enamored by it that you didn’t see Jay come up alongside you and rub the back of your hand, causing you to jump slightly.
“What’s got you staring so intently princess?” Jay drawled, following your stare as he looked at the lingerie. “Do you want to go inside and try it on for me? I’d love to see you in it,” Jay couldn’t help but remark, his hands massaging your hips.
“It wouldn’t like that on me you know,” you couldn’t help but remind him, cheeks getting hot.
“I know that, that’s why I want you to try it on because you’ll look so pretty in it,” Jay complimented, gently grabbing your hand and leading you to the store before you could protest.
As soon as you walked in you felt the store clerk’s judgemental eyes on you and you immediately wanted to cower away, Jay noticing and squeezing your hand.
“Excuse me but I was wondering if you had that lingerie on the mannequin in my lovely girlfriend’s size?” Jay asked confidently, holding a stare with the store clerk.
“It’s gonna cost more because of extra fabric you know” the clerk chided pointedly, her demeanor disappearing when she saw Jay take out his black card.
“Ma’am if you don’t want me to disrespect you as a worker on commission then do not disrespect someone who I care about please,” Jay said through a dazzling smile, the store clerk cracking and doing as he said without another word.
Now you stood in a large and fancy dressing room with Jay’s honey stare on you as you held the expensive fabric in your hand, rocking back and forth on your heels.
“Close your eyes while I get changed please,” you asked softly, still not entirely used to being undressed in front of him.
Jay complied and closed his eyes, though his brain was racing with so many thoughts that he thought his mind would explode.
“Okay uh, I guess you can open them,” you remarked softly, watching intently as Jay’s chest rose sharply.
“Shit~ I should’ve asked you to try it on at home so I could say all the things I’m thinking,” Jay whispered, standing up and moving until your back hit the mirror.
“You’re just being silly,” you giggled out, your heart beating a mile a minute as his hands danced on the hem of the dress.
“I’m not, I’m being serious kitten,” Jay cooed even softer so only you could hear, his hands massaging your soft thighs. He bent down some and started kissing your jawline softly and you couldn’t help but shiver at the sensation, his hands going up to tug at your hardening nipples through the silk.
“Stop sucking in your tummy princess you know how cute I think it looks,” Jay purred, sinking to his knees and raising the dress to lay soft kisses on your stomach his mouth going lower and lower.
“J-jay what if the clerk hears,” you whispered softly, clamping your mouth over your hand when you felt his tongue prod at your clothed clit.
“Can princess wait until she gets home then?” Jay inquired as his index finger pressed against your sticky wet patch, circling it with the pad of his finger. “Your cunt may soak my seats at this rate,” he teased as he stood up. “But I can wait princess, so let’s get you changed and you can take this home and model it for me yeah?”
“O-okay,” you whined out, Jay teasing you even more by squeezing your face so your mouth went agape, his tongue gently flicking against yours for a second before pulling back. The entire time he led you outside the mall you felt like you were in a daze, Jay opening the car door for you with a sinister smile.
He started up the car and buckled your seat belt for you, his deep voice whispering in your ear sending shivers up your spine.
“Take your underwear off for me princess,” he ordered gently, Not moving the car until you complied, watching as he put them in the pocket of his jeans. You couldn’t help but shift side to side as you felt sticky beads leak from you and onto the expensive leather seats.
“Aw, princess must be dying to be touched huh? I can already see your cunt leaking on the seats and we’ve barely left the parking lot.”
“J-jay” “Is that what you should be calling me right now?” He warned you, looking at you with a raised brow.
You gulped and your face got hot, moving around as you felt more droplets escape you.
“Daddy please I just want to be touched don’t be mean, please,” you whimpered. At a red light, Jay turned and looked at you, loving how your eyes were already welling up with tears rolling down your soft cheeks.
“But when I’m mean you get wetter, so shouldn’t I tease you a bit more princess? Make you finger yourself with those small hands, knowing they can’t reach any of the places I can? You probably get off to that thought when you touch yourself don’t you,” Jay pouted, squishing your face as he looked back at the road again.
“No, I listened to you. I don’t touch myself as you asked, see I’m being a good girl so reward me please,” you choked out, his harsh words indeed making you so wet you felt arousal cling to your inner thighs.
“That’s my good girl~” Jay praised, his hand that wasn’t on the steering wheel going between your sticky inner thighs. You eagerly spread them and let out a staggered mewl as you felt his warm hand come in contact with your slippery clit, your legs instinctively spreading at the feeling.
Jay chuckled as he saw you in his peripheral, a twisting and desperate mess. “So cute of you cupcake. You used to be so shy with your sounds, now look at you, legs spread eagerly rutting into my hand as you’ve never been fucked before,” Jay stated matter of factly, your hand gripping his wrist as a way to usher his fingers inside of you.
“You made me like this,” you panted out, head resting on the car window as he slid his middle finger inside, his thumb gently stroking over your clit.
“I did princess?”
You whined a “yes” and groaned when Jay slid a second digit in, curling them briefly before pulling them both out. You wanted to complain but his essence-soaked fingers were quickly in your mouth, and you eagerly swirled your tongue around the digits.
“Such an obedient princess, good girl~” he hummed, retracting his fingers from your mouth and cleaning them off with his own, sucking your saliva and essence onto his tongue.
He pulled into the driveway and it felt like you could barely walk as he opened the car door for you and tossed the keys to his attendant, thanking them sincerely as he grabbed the bag carrying the lingerie.
“Wanna go upstairs and get changed for me?” he whispered in your ear, rubbing his hand over your stomach and hip affectionately. You gulped and nodded, still feeling like you were in a lustful daze as your legs struggled up the stairs.
“Since Maria just cleaned the master and spare bedroom meet me in my office yeah? I’d hate to mess up all her hard work, or distract any of the workers with our chattering” he said with a sinister grin. You knew that wasn’t the only reason why as you rushed out a bashful okay, going upstairs to the bathroom.
It was because his office was the only room that was soundproof.
You changed into the outfit and put a sweatshirt and some shorts over your entire, just in case you happened to run into the many staff that worked there. Gathering up your courage you knocked on his door and opened it when you heard his voice, body getting hot with anticipation when you saw him at his desk.
The top buttons of his dress shirt were undone and he’d set his glasses on the table as you stepped in, raising his brows.
“Hi princess,” Jay drawled as he leaned back in his office chair, flicking his head towards the door. “Go ahead and lock it for me yeah?,” he hummed, his hand going down to massage the bulge in his pants.
You turned around and did so and shimmied out of your shorts and sweatshirt, Jay biting down on his lower lip and leaning back in his chair as he took you all in. Slowly but surely you shuffled your way behind his desk so you stood right in front of him, leaning against the desk while he drank you in.
Jay chuckled and cocked his head to the side, a side grin on his face. “Princess is still wet isn’t she?” he remarked, grabbing a pencil and pressing the eraser head against your swollen bud. Even through your lingerie underwear, the sensation made your legs waver as you hummed in agreement, your face burning as you rutted into the sensation.
“Did I make you this needy sweetheart? So desperate to cum that you’re rutting something as simple as this,” He teased as he stood up, his body now pressing yours against the desk even more so as he circled the pencil slowly. You let out a “yes” and buried your face in his dress shirt, your breath getting heavier from such a degrading sensation.
“Turn around princess and spread yourself for me,” he commanded in that same gentle voice he always had when he was turned on, rolling up his sleeves as he kneeled down so his face was right in front of your soaked core.
“W-what are you gonna-” Your cheek pressed against the cool oak as Jay pulled your underwear down and slid a digit in, his warm mouth simultaneously coming to envelop your swollen clit.
You rested against your desk and let out a muffled groan as the knot broke almost instantly, your legs shaking as you struggled to hold yourself up while your core pulsed around his digit.
Jay pulled back and let out a deep chuckle, your ears perking up when you heard the sound of him unbuckling his belt.
“You came as soon as I slid a finger in princess?” Jay inquired, kissing the tops of your thighs and massaging them with his hands.
You gulped and nodded, feeling slightly embarrassed. “You’d just been teasing me for so long I-I couldn’t hold it back,” you murmured whimpering when Jay slid two digits in and started scissoring your core. Your back arched slightly when Jay came to hunch alongside you, his breath tickling your ear as you spoke.
“You wouldn’t believe how many times I have to hold myself back sweetheart,” Jay rasped in your throat, the bulge between his legs resting against the side of your thigh as he continued to scissor your core. His breath was heavy and he was slowly losing his mind, kissing your shoulder messily and nudging your head with his own to tilt your head back. He began leaving messy marks alongside your jaw and neck, the warmth of his tongue and saliva being felt across every expanse of skin he could find. Jay chuckled when you whined and try to hide away your face, causing him to stand up and remove his fingers, motioning for you to sit up and sit on his desk.
In doing so the syrupy essence that leaked profusely from you was now spilling onto his desk, and you were doing your best to show restraint from rutting your core against the cool wood, your head dizzy was a pleasure.
Jay put the two essence-soaked fingers against your lips and hummed a “good girl” as you sucked, holding your chin in his other hand as you stared at him with hazy eyes.
“Stay focused on me princess~” Jay cooed, shaking your head slightly to tease you.
“You have a long night ahead of you.”
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pairing: rhaenyra targaryen x fem!reader
description: rhaenyra comes face-to-face with her former best friend years later, and all of the feelings that she thought had simmered down have begun to boil over.
warnings: got/hotd typical triggers, mentions of children dying :(
words: 3K
date posted: 31/01/23
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Life had been increasingly bland for Rhaenyra since she had been promoted as the heir to the Iron Throne. As a young lady she’d imagined herself in two situations; one where she had taken a husband but still had her most faithful friend and paramour at her side, and another where she had actually been able to take a wife rather than a husband. She was not able to accomplish either of these things in the twenty-odd years that had passed since she had last seen her dearest Y/n.
The princess had been married at the urgence of her father’s failing health to young Ser Laenor Velaryon–her cousin. There were still many who had not yet come to terms with the fact that Rhaenyra was still first in line for her father’s throne, especially after the birth of three young princes on Alicent’s part, so it was not beyond Rhaenyra’s comprehension as to why she was being pawned off to the second most powerful and ancient houses, as well as the only remaining family with pure Valyrian blood in their veins. She had thought that this might have silenced many of the hurtful whispers at court, though she did very little to help herself when she birthed three dark-haired princes, all who appeared to be the spitting image of Ser Harwin Strong rather than her husband.
She found it much easier to accustom herself to the married lifestyle than she had ever expected it to be, though it would be improper if she were not to admit that she did not live the typical life of a royal wife. She and her husband had very little to do with each other physically, but had grown to be very good friends, and he remained a somewhat dutiful father to their three young boys, despite the fact that he was fully knowledgeable of who their true father was. Between the relationships she had found with her husband, children, and occasional lover, she had expected to have been too busy to even consider the fact that she might be lonely.
As much as she may have wanted to deny herself anything but the utmost feeling of confidence and security, Rhaenyra could tell that her political position was wavering, as well as her social standing. Few could genuinely stand to exchange too much conversation with the princess–she had often come off as harsh or cynical at feasts, and had also made it very clear to the court that any friends of the queen would be the enemies of herself. She had fallen so far from where she had once stood, no longer the one that lords fawned over or whose ladies tried their best to impress with pretty songs and needlepoint, and she could pinpoint the exact moment where the rapid descent had begun.
Over the first year of Y/n’s marriage, she wrote to the princess many times. The first letter contained a heartfelt apology, begging her to understand why she was forced to leave and only referring to her as her ‘dearest Rhaenyra.’ The second came a month later, a few weeks after Y/n’s wedding–Y/n proudly wrote to her old friend that she was with child. In the third, she told her of her early labours, though she claimed they were well worth it once she laid eyes on her sweet little boy, as well as congratulating Rhaenyra on her own marriage, wishing her and Laenor a lifetime of happiness. Rhaenyra sometimes wondered if things might have been different if she had done the same to Y/n–a fight could be forgiven, Rhaenyra understood by this point that there was simply nothing that Y/n could do in order to avoid her marriage, especially now that she had been forced into her own. However, she began to understand the brokenness of their relationship as letters began to arrive only every few months.
The final letter that she would receive was messier than any of the others. The seal was smudged, but the princess had very no doubt of who this letter was from. Her heart clenched at the sight of the tear-stained parchment, the penmanship not nearly as neat and tidy as Y/n had been trained to produce. Rhaenyra wept silently as she read the vague details of the sickness that had spread through the north, and how both of her young children had met the Stranger in the early hours of the morning. The final letter referred to her only as ‘Princess,’ rather than any affectionate nicknames, and Rhaenyra understood this to be the final chance being given by her friend, but it would not be taken. Rhaenyra quietly wiped her cheeks and slipped the letter inside the locked wooden box with the rest.
The princess was surrounded by family at court, and yet, she was almost entirely alone. Her father was growing increasingly ill, and most of Alicent’s time was spent caring for him and her children. Rhaenyra’s own boys were now at the age where she was unable to hover over them at all times, aside from Joffrey, who was still a babe. Laenor was a friend, someone she could confide in, though it was quite rare that he was sober while she did so, and was off with the prettiest of boys at court more often than he was with his family. Harwin, well he was physically comforting to her, but they both knew that the relationship between them was born out of mutual loneliness, not love. She could not deny that she missed having Y/n at her side, nor that she was not apologetic over the nature of their parting, but she was unable to overcome her fatal flaw of her undying pride. In fact, there were many times when she asked Harwin to come to her bed, only to close her eyes and imagine her dearest friend as she reached her climax. Even his death caused her to mourn the physical comfort that he brought her more than any sort of emotions that may have been involved.
It was not until she’d been widowed and remarried within the same few days that Rhaenyra had caught wind of the death of Lord Crane, leaving Y/n a widow in the north, where she had no family or allies. Her initial instinct had been to write to her, to invite her to stay at Dragonstone, perhaps they could even mend their relationship–she couldn’t imagine that Daemon would be entirely opposed to welcoming another woman into their marriage.
But she did not. Instead, she wrote no letters and continued to keep every ounce of love that she still held for Y/n secret from her husband. She understood that there would come a day where it did not hurt so much to think of her, though the princess did not doubt for a moment that Y/n of House Y/l/n was the love of her life.
Political tensions surrounding the line of succession seemed to have settled tremendously since the princess’s departure to Dragonstone, though that was likely more so because she simply was not present to hear any of the newly-brought up courtly gossip. It plagued her to return to King’s Landing in order to restore her son’s inheritance, but it made it clear to her that just removing her boys out of the public eye was not enough to prevent them from being shamed and scrutinised over their birthrights, especially now so that she had given Daemon two more sons, both of which inherited traditional Valyrian appearances.
Rhaenyra was immediately underwhelmed by the greeting that she received as she returned to the palace where she’d grown up. She pictured herself climbing out of the carriage and meeting her sweet Y/n at the gates after touring for betrothal candidates. Instead, she was met only by a handful of guards and servants and Lord Caswell, who had proven himself to have been the only member of her father’s court who hadn’t been eagerly awaiting her eventual misstep so that they might usurp her and have her replaced by her younger brother, Aegon.
The Red Keep, too, had changed. The large tapestries and sigils of her ancestral house had been removed, and large figures and artwork depicting the Seven had taken their place. This was no doubt a decision made by the queen, who had once tried her best to influence Rhaenyra with her own religious values. She also recognized very few of the courtiers; of course all of those who had been devoted to serving the queen, the hand, or both were still present, though there were many new faces.
The silver-haired princess sighed, clasping her hands together in front of her as she stared up at the crimson leaves hanging from the weirwood tree above her. This was the one place in the Red Keep that had seemingly not changed too much in the years since she’d removed herself from court, but there was still a strange energy that lingered over the area as she huddled closer to herself beneath her shawl.
“Are you alright, mother?” She turned her head, finding Jace standing several feet away, concerned marking his features as he took in his mother’s own expression.
The princess sniffled, “Of course, my boy. ‘Tis only strange to see my home so different from how I remember it.”
“Does it make you sad?”
“It does.”
He stepped closer, standing close to her side as he stared into the ruby eyes of the tree, “What happens to us if they side with Vaemond Velaryon–if they find Luke, Joffrey, and I to be illegitimate?”
“Do not ask such questions, Jace,” She snapped, “To even question your own birth as my heir, and to question my virtue as the future queen is treasonous. Besides, there is absolutely no evidence against us, it would be impossible to–”
The oxygen left her lungs as if someone had beaten her in the gut. As she turned to face her eldest son, an eerily familiar face appeared behind him. The woman appeared spooked at the sight of the princess, turning on her heel and rushing off in the direction that she had come from.
“Mother–”
“Go back to your rooms,” Rhaenyra ordered as she pushed past him.
“”But–”
“Go, Jace.”
Considering the fact that the princess was more than halfway through her sixth pregnancy, she was rather quick on her feet as she desperately raced through the corridors, finding herself wandering into the darkened, winding corridors that travelled beneath the Red Keep. Her eyes darted back and forth in the darkness, aided only by the receding shadow cast on the wall, disappearing more and more as the figure furthered their distance from the nearest light source.
“Stop!” Rhaenyra cried out, pausing as she found herself face to face with Balerion the Dread–or what was left of him. This portion of the underground was brightly illuminated by candlelight, disallowing anyone to go unnoticed, even the crouched figure hiding behind the large pedestal that supported the weight of the large skull.
The princess sighed, feigning exhaustion as she slipped behind one of the large columns, exaggerating her footsteps as she did so. For a few moments, there was nothing. Then, like a spirit appearing out of thin air, Rhaenyra rounded the column and came face-to-face with the Lady Y/n.
“My lady,” Rhaenyra pursed her lips, suddenly aware that she hadn’t considered what she would say to her in this situation.
Her violet eyes scanned the woman in front of her; her hair was shorter than it had been since she’d last seen her, and she had matured into a much more womanly figure–no doubt aided by the process of having children. Her face had aged considerably as well, and her eyes portrayed a soul that was much older than she truly was, someone who had faced many hardships. She was beautiful, that much, Rhaenyra could not deny, but she could not help but feel sorrow dwelling in the depth of her stomach at her sadness.
“Princess,” Y/n’s gaze remained directed to the ground, “I had heard that you had returned to the capitol.”
“I cannot say the same for you. Pray tell, what are you doing so far from the north?”
A flash of despair crossed Y/n’s features, “I should not be so surprised to find that you have not heard of my husband’s passing, and without his sons to be raised, there is nothing for me in Denmerhell.”
Rhaenyra blanched, feeling a pinch of agitation at her words, though she knew that she could not blame her for feeling as if Rhaenyra had abandoned her.
“Or perhaps you have not yet heard of the death of my boys,” Her voice cracked, “I wrote to you, though I’m not certain that you ever received any of my letters.”
“I did,” Rhaenyra whispered, “I received them. I read them. I still have them.”
Y/n appeared taken aback, “And yet you did not respond?”
Rhaenyra shrugged, “I was angry with you, just as I imagine you were with me.”
“Angry with me? For an argument we had as girls–over something that you know I had no control of?” Y/n scoffed, shaking her head, “I wrote to you, begged you to forgive me. I was not angry with you, Rhaenyra, but I am now.”
“You left,” Rhaenyra barked, taking a series of steps closer to the other woman, “You may not have had a choice in the matter, that much I understand, but you cannot blame me for being angry with you. You were all that I had, my father was too preoccupied, and Alicent wanted nothing to do with me.”
“You did not lose me, Rhaenyra,” She whispered to her, closing the gap between them and taking her hand, “I was with you, I tried to be with you. I would have visited, just as you could have visited me.”
A tear trickled down Rhaenyra’s cheek. She tipped her head forward, pressing her forehead against Y/n’s as her free hand cupped her jawline.
“I am sorry,” Rhaenyra whispered. Her pride was something that she had always been unwilling to submit to anyone else, and she had felt a pang in her gut for doing so, yet she knew that this was long overdue, “For your children, for your husband, for not writing to you. I would wish you a lifetime of only goodness if I were able to, but I cannot deny that I am thankful that the gods have brought us back together.”
Y/n raised her free hand, pressing it to Rhaenyra’s swollen womb beneath her shawl, smiling lightly through her own tears, “As am I. I only wish that it was under much different circumstances. I had once dreamed of our children growing up together, playing together.”
Rhaenyra smiled softly, “I had once dreamed of our children growing up as children, and you would be my wife.”
The peaceful expression slipped away from Y/n’s features, “You shouldn’t say such things, Rhaenyra, you’re married. You have children, you are pregnant with your husband’s child.”
Rhaenyra shook her head, perfectly placed strands of silver hair bouncing and reflecting the candlelight as she did so, “I love my husband, my children, and you. A thousand miles and anger could not smother the love I hold for you.”
Y/n did not respond, only blinking her eyes closed as leaning closer to her former lover. She absorbed every ounce of comfort that Rhaenyra was offering, free to indulge herself while they were away from prying eyes. Carefully, the lady nodded her head, eyes sliding open to meet a deep sea of amethyst before leaning closer and capturing her lips with her own.
If Rhaenyra was surprised by this, she did not show it as she immediately reciprocated. Both of her hands moved to grasp the sides of Y/n’s face, holding her close as she forced every ounce of love and despair that had been dwelling within her over the past twenty-odd years into the movements of her lips.
“Please,” the silver haired woman murmured into the embrace, palms sliding down to grasp at the thick material of the lady’s gown, “Allow me to have you.”
Y/n pulled back, “After all of these years, is it truly only my body that you lust after?”
Rhaenyra shook her head, purple eyes beaming in the candlelight as she tipped her forehead against Y/n’s, “I yearn for your body, mind, and soul. My only mistake was not telling you sooner. I beg of you, my love, let me have you.”
There was a pregnant pause, only the deep, bated breaths of both women lingering in the little space left between them. Y/n tugged her lip in between her teeth, gnawing at the swollen flesh anxiously. Rhaenyra could not blame her if she refused, quite honestly. The princess was married, and heavily pregnant with her sixth child, while Y/n had recently lost a husband who she had been rather fond of, and was still in deep mourning of her own two children who were taken from her so cruelly. It was her only wish to bring her even a sliver of the joy that she had once possessed back into her life, and perhaps if he were agreeable, Daemon might even be willing to give her more children to allow her to feel the glory that came with motherhood once more–and of course Rhaenyra’s own children would take to her as a second mother. There was nothing that Rhaenyra would not seek to give her, even if she refused her, but she so desperately wanted to display her own love to her, which had been festering like an untreated burn for far too long.
Finally, after an eternity of silence, Y/n whispered out a meek question, “Is that an order, Princess Rhaenyra?”
Rhaenyra almost laughed at the irony, the very same question that had torn them apart so many years ago now holding the power to string the broken pieces of their relationship back together.
“No,” She shook her head, “You needn’t take orders from me ever again, my sweet. Instead, I will make it my mission to bend to my lady’s every demand.”
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xobridgertonblues · 8 months
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the language of flowers — part two, irises
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warnings: more angst than part one which is great, also reader throwing stuff bc she’s a badass, and in character Anthony which is honestly more of a red flag than ooc Anthony but you love him anyway you nasty :)
word count: 1.4k (wow I impress myself sometimes)
author’s note: we love this part bc reader stands up for herself and Anthony is one major daddy issues boy.
read the other parts! — part one, daises | part three, peonies
i don’t consent for my work to be reposted or copied, translated, or transferred to any other platform, or this one, in part or whole.
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ii. 1804, iridaceae versicolor. irises, trust
Anthony paced the length of this study—which wasn’t all too large, but stress relieving nonetheless. His mind was a whirlwind of emotions, a tempestuous mix of newfound worry and lingering doubts. Today marked one year, one year without his father, one year his mother was cast into a depressive state, one year since he had taken on the mantle of viscount, and become the father figure that his youngest siblings did not have.
It had been far too long since he had last spoken to you—days? Weeks? He had never gone so long without even seeing your face, and that was a stretch. He’d spent his last few months mourning, brooding, and perhaps being a tad overbearing on himself, but he had to, for the sake of his family’s honour, it’s prestige. 
There’s a sharp knock on his door, it’s most likely Colin or Daphne, who are frequent in irritating him. He makes no effort to open the door, and with a practiced gesture, he dips his quill into the inkwell, resuming his task of poring over the estate's financial matters. How often had his father sat here, absorbed in these very same calculations? A pang of longing pierces through him at the thought, his heart echoing the emptiness his father's absence had left behind.
Another knock.
It must be Colin, his eyes sparkling, attempting to irritate him once again. “I’ve got a job,” he snaps, “and I suggest you get one as well, one that does not involve vexing me at every given minute.”
The door creaks open, candlelight flickering over the stacks of leather bound tomes and haphazardly organized scrolls, casting lanky shadows over his face, playing upon the strong angles, highlighting the lines of exhaustion that marred his usually composed countenance. His normally impeccable attire was slightly disheveled, as if he had been running his hands through his hair in frustration, and his ink-stained fingers spoke of long hours spent in diligent work. He wasn’t in a position to meet anyone, much less usher yet another one of his young siblings out of his room.
“Oh, I vex you? Is that why you've been evading me like the plague?” Your presence was like a sudden burst of sunlight piercing through the storm clouds—startling, yet warmly welcomed. The quill slipped from his fingers as his eyes widened in surprise, locking onto your face, a vision that brought back a flood of memories and feelings he had attempted to suppress.
Your stormy eyes burned through his deep brown ones, and you crossed your hands across your chest. Your soft hair was tucked behind your ear, and your eyes were wide, as if staring directly into Anthony’s soul, and for just a moment, he allowed himself to become lost, to dream, and to gaze into them as if he was merely a boy again, holding you in his arms.
“Say something, Anthony! I’ve not seen you in weeks, properly, and you’ve barely held a conversation with anyone other than your butler, and frankly, I—” 
Anthony quickly wrapped you in a hug, burying his face in your shoulder, your cotton dress soft to the touch. He mumbles. “I missed you.” He can feel you stiffen, but soon gently relax into his arms.
“That is why I came,” you smile, and pull away, holding him at an arm’s distance. “Oh, and my brother is getting married. I wanted to invite you personally to the wedding.” Your oldest brother, twenty eight years of age, was getting married, Anthony recalled. He was, of course, to be the next Duke when your father inevitably passed.
Anthony rubbed his eyes. “My sisters will come, of course, but I may not be able to.” Your invitation was tempting, and the prospect of seeing you again filled Anthony with a mix of excitement and trepidation. He hadn't realized just how much he had missed you until this moment, when you walked in the door. But his responsibilities as the viscount weighed heavily on his shoulders, and he feared that leaving the estate at this crucial time might jeopardize his mother’s already precarious emotional situation.
"I wish I could attend, truly," Anthony replied with a hint of regret in his voice. "But with the estate's financial matters in such disarray, I can't afford to be away for long. I must attend to my duties here."
You frowned slightly, concern glazed across your soft, delicate features. "Anthony, you can't carry the burden of the entire estate on your own. There must be someone who can assist you, even for a short time."
"I've considered that," Anthony admitted, his mind aching from the internal struggle. "But finding someone trustworthy, capable, and knowledgeable enough to handle the estate's affairs is not an easy task. I fear leaving things in someone else's hands might cause more harm than good.”
You crossed your arms, frustration evident in your expression. "Anthony, you can't keep shutting yourself off from the world. Your family's honor and prestige won't matter if you run yourself into the ground!"
He takes a step back, feeling defensive under your stern gaze. "I am taking care of things. I'm doing what I need to do to ensure the estate's survival, which is all that matters to me, at this point in time."
"Are you?" you snap, your voice tinged with disappointment that Anthony could see etched in your face. "You've barely spoken to anyone, including me, for weeks. You're burying yourself in work, and for what? To prove some sort of point? That you’re fit to be the man of the house?"
"I don't have a choice," Anthony replied tersely. "As the viscount, it's my duty to oversee everything. And after losing my father, I can't afford to let anything else slip through my fingers."
"You can't live in the past, Anthony," you urged, taking a step closer to him. "Your father's gone, and while it's natural to mourn, you can't let grief consume you. Of course, you have responsibility—"
His jaw clenched, and he shot back, "Responsibility? What would you know of responsibility? You don't understand the weight of responsibility on my shoulders. I can't just leave everything behind and go gallivanting off to weddings, like an immature child."
Pain flashed across your face, but Anthony was much too in his head to take a look at his surroundings. He continued, as if possessed by some spirit. “You’ve never had to work a day in your life. You’re spoiled, and the only thing your family has ever thought of doing for you is getting you married.” He spit. “So why don’t you worry about your responsibilities, and I’ll worry about mine.”
A single tear fell from your eye, and in that moment, Anthony wished he could take it all back, swallow the poison he had thrown at you so mercilessly. “I…” you bite your lip, and he wanted to take you in his arms, comfort you, and hold you.
“I’m sorry,” you choke out. “I’m sorry for whatever sin I’ve done to have you treat me like this.” You quickly wipe your tears and rush to the door. Anthony wanted to stop you, to scream about how he didn’t mean any of the words he said.
You quickly turn around, revealing a bouquet of irises, the specific ones Anthony had commented on the last time he visited your estate. He could barely remember when. “By the way, I bought you flowers. I thought they’d cheer you up,” you retort, before throwing the delicately tied bunch of flowers straight to his head, hitting his nose.
The door slammed, and Anthony was once again left alone, only this time, he’d have done anything to bring you back. Slowly, the petals of the irises cascaded down onto the ground, fracturing the flowers, and Anthony noticed a small piece of paper.
The Guide for Flora for Debutantes: In the quaint world of botany, the charming iris blooms have long been regarded as symbolic emissaries of trust and faithfulness. Like an ancient scroll unraveling before our very eyes, the iris, with its alluring hues and delicate petals, unravels the story of steadfast devotion and allegiance. Just as an honest man's handshake vouches for his sincerity, the iris bestows its trust upon those who approach with an open heart and gentle touch, and a receiving of this gentle bloom from either gender discloses that the gifter trusts you with their whole heart. Its regal demeanor, reminiscent of a gallant knight in armor, instills in us the assurance that this flower is a beacon of loyalty and constancy.
Trust. You had trusted him, and what had he done with that? He’d tossed it away, and your gift had broken. Anthony wasn’t usually one for symbolism, but these broken irises were pretty damn apparent.
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choso x afab!reader
cw: swearing, smut, fluff summary: (this is a repost bc the first one got flagged) you arrive at your long distance bfs house after not seeing him for months. you've both obviously missed each other
walking in and you dropped your bag by the door. you looked around, "you moved the couch?"
he locked the door and turned to you, "yeah, it was yuji's idea. apparently opens up the room?"
"it does. where is he by the way?"
"he's spending the weekend at megumi's. per my request."
you giggled," oh yeah? why?"
stepping to you, he wrapped his arms around your waist and squeezed you tight. he took a deep inhale then pulled back to look at your full face.
"i've missed you so much baby. i wanted to spend at least a couple days with you and just you."
with a smile you kissed him. and kissed him and kissed him.
"i love you choso sweetheart, lemme wash that flight off real quick then i'm all yours." with a final kiss you broke from his hold and brought your bag with you to the room. the shower was much needed, all that tension from flying melted down the drain. you hopped out, lotioned and walked into the room to grab one of choso's shirts. why pack pajamas when you're stay at your boyfriends?
you opened the door, steam escaping behind you, only to find choso sitting on the bed waiting for you. elbow on his knee, phone in hand he looked up at you and you watched the blood rush to his face.
your towel hung around your hips loosely and some water still ran down your chest. you pushed some hair out of your face, "love can i borrow a shirt to sleep in please?"
wordlessly he stood and made his way to you. with no effort he scooped you off the ground, leaving your towel behind, and dropped you on his queen sized bed. you sunk into the mattress and comforter, looking up at him with the eyes you knew drove him crazy.
you chuckled, "did you miss me, love?"
he crawled on top of you, face just above yours.
"you know i did."
the two of you locked lips, hungrily entangling together. his large, warm hands found their way to your waist, pulling you up. your back arched to follow his guidance as your arms wrapped around his neck. you made out sloppily for all but two minutes before choso pulled away.
now kneeling he looked down at you while tossing his shirt into the far corners of his room. your eyes trailed down his chest. it heaved up and down with his breaths, muscles on display. at this rate you'd leave a puddle on the blanket.
he got off the bed, slipped out of his shorts and you let out a shaky breath at the sight of his length in front of you. just as you remembered, thick and heavy, the prettiest you've ever seen.
you maneuvered yourself to be right at eye level with it. you tossed choso a quick glance before peppering the head with kisses and kitten licks. you loved the sound of his strained breaths. with a hand at the base you wrapped your lips around him. back and forth, back and forth, you took his dick into your throat, thighs clamped tightly together.
once you felt him twitch inside your mouth you pulled off with a pop. confused and frustrated he looked down at you, and you only smiled.
"you're still keeping up with the teasing shit, huh?" he pushed you onto your back and flipped you over. now on all fours you can't help the excitement that builds from the familiar position. he adjusts himself behind you, hand running up and down your back before giving your ass a good smack. the recoil alone made him want to moan.
he slapped his length against your awaiting cunt, rubbing it between the folds and marveling at just how wet you are. strings of your juices sticking to him everytime he pulls his dick away. it's so lewd. so exiting.
you whined at the repeated taps against your swollen clit, "baby please!"
with a chuckle he lined himself up and slowly began to push himself in. you gasped and threw your head forward, it's been so long since you felt that familiar drag along your walls. choso grunted as he bottomed out, hands gripping the creases between your thighs and ass.
"can i move?"
you nodded, about to give a verbal response when he snapped his hips out. he thrusted into you and you gave a moan of surprise and pleasure. he started out slow but with a lot of power, nearly making you fall forward.
the slow drag along your walls was tantalizing, the feeling made your toes curl and your fingers dig into the sheets. his balls slapped against your clit in just the right way, just the way you remembered.
as the two of you got closer, the faster he got, hips banging into you with rapidness. your moans and his grunts filled the room, surrounding you both like a symphony of pleasure. the coil in your stomach got tighter and tighter, you couldn't do anything but squeeze your eyes shut and bring a hand back to grab at his wrist.
"you're close baby?" choso breathed. "me too, c'mon my love come for me. i know you- haa- i know you missed this as much as i did. come on baby, show me how much you missed this."
he was close, he only got the courage to talk like this when he was delirious with pleasure. you would giggle if you weren't too.
"fuck fuck fuckkkk" you cursed, you were coming undone, clenching hard around your lover. his groans and whimpers, his hard, quick pace, his warm fingers rubbing at your clit just the way you liked it. it was too much. it was too much.
like dynamite your fuse brunt out, you exploded. you slurred curses and cried choso's name, pushing your face endlessly deeper into the mattress. the feeling of you around him and the sound of your moans sent choso over the edge too. as much as he didn't want to, he pulled out and spurts of his load landed in ropes on your back.
panting and heaving, the two of you road out your high. he recovered first, chuckling and giving your ass another smack.
"that shower was pointless."
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[ OCTOBER 18TH ] - SATORU GOJO x fem! reader (dr x nurse au) {REPOST}
synopsis; your pussy has been aching and in pain. but don't worry, dr. gojo will take great care of his fellow colleague. he will make sure all the boo boos go away. wk; 1k
warnings; mdni, smut 18+, heavy smut, sex toys, squirting, nicknames, overstimulation, fingering, beta read!
notes; so i had posted this on october the 18th and it got almost 700 notes but bc tumblr is the way it is it flagged my post and dleted it from tumblr so i am doing what i do best. not litenin and obv reposting it. remeber ur setting on tumblr to make sure it allows all mature things and make sure to reblog, like, comment so it can get back to the notes babes ʕ→ᴥ←ʔ ily all my bbys.
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you waited in dr. gojo’s waiting room. patient to have your name called out. the predicament you were in was actually comicall. you were dr. gojo’s nurse. he was your boss. he was the best gynecologist in the city, many women came to him and seeked his profession. you were always beside him, writing down everything and assisting him in whatever he needed. now you were one of his patients. you trusted him more than anything. you twisted in your seat, feeling discomfort and sensitivity on your vagina. you definitely needed his help, it was becoming a nuisance. 
“y/n,” another nurse called out to you. “wait, don’t you work here?” she asked. you usually never worked this day so you both didn’t know each other, but apparently she recognized your name.
“guilty,” you chuckled as you grabbed your bag, wanting to already be inside the room to get a diagnosis. 
“well, follow me. dr. gojo is waiting for you.”
you followed the nurse and gojo sat in his doctor’s chair, writing something in your folder. “y/n!’ he said as his ice blue eyes met yours. “my y/n. come sit here.” he tapped on the paper covered table. “thank you, i got it from here,” satoru winked at the nurse. you could tell her heart probably stopped at that moment. all the nurses and patients were obsessed with satoru. they found him incredibly handsome and so attractive. “so sweetheart, what seems to be the problem?” satoru asked, wheeling over to your sitting position. touching your knees with gloved hands. 
you understood everyone's appeal. not only did he look so handsome but he also smelled so good like cologne. “well, i’ve been feeling weird lately.” you played with your fingers. you sort of regretted coming to your boss’s clinic. this was so embarrassing. 
“weird? in what way?”
you clutched your shirt and shimmied uncomfortably. 
dr. gojo grabbed your hands, “sweetie, look at me. i’m a doctor okay. you are my best nurse and i’m really thankful to have you working for me. so if i want you longer i’m gonna have to make sure my best nurse is healthy, okay? whatever you tell me stays between us. i am your doctor, i care about you and want you to seek the best help ever. so don’t be shy, tell me exactly what you’re feeling.” he rolled his chair back to your folder to write down your symptoms. 
“alright…” you gulped. “so my vagina has been very sensitve recently like sexually sensitive. i am horny most of the time and very wet down there, more than usual! i know most of this is normal but it’s getting to the point where it’s messing with my day to day life. all i think about is sex. and my clit is swollen and my lips are fat and puffy. i don’t know what to do doctor.”
satoru sat there quiet. his eyes turned dark then he gave a goofy smile. “is that so? y/n, let me ask you. when’s the last time you’ve had sex?”
you sighed, “it’s been forever doctor. i haven’t had sex in a really long time.”
satoru wrote that down and clapped his hands. “well, alright. let’s get you changed and check everything out. here’s a robe.” he handed it to you.
“do you want me to go into the changing room?”
he shook his head, “no since we're kinda on time here. just do it there and i’ll turn around for privacy.”
you nodded. you started removing each piece of clothing. tits spilled out and panties off. you were completely naked. you grabbed your clothing and bent over to place it on a chair nearby. when you looked to the side you saw that dr. gojo was staring completely at you, your spreaded ass cheeks and your tight hole. he saw everything. you were flustered but knew it must have been for a reason. so without alerting him you knew he was watching you put on the robe and sat back down on the table, “done.”
satoru feigned innocence. “alright. let’s get you checked. you know the drill love.” his chair rolled up to you and you propped your feet up. 
that was when you opened your legs wide for dr. gojo. you could feel his cool breath breathing against your sensitive pussy. “how’s it looking boss?”
satoru got a good look at your pussy. he saw all of you, even your asshole. your pussy was pulsing, closing in and out. gojo gently lifted his fingers to your lips and gently spread them apart, seeing your hole. he inspected every inch of your cunt. “well, you are very wet. there is a lot of moistness here.” satoru used his middle finger to pick up all your cream. 
“fuckkk,” you moaned. your eyes widened as you realized you moaned. “o-oh my god! i am so sorry.”
“don’t be sweetheart. you know how many girls do that. if you need to let it out, let it out. it must be so painful having gone for that long without a thick cock to be inside you.” he pouted, feeling sorry for you.
“yes, you get it. it’s true.” 
satoru continued to spread your juices around your pussy. “i just want to see how wet you can get.” he closened on your cunt and inhaled your scent. “it smells delicious y/n. i can tell you take good care of it. and it looks beautiful. the most prettiest vagina i’ve ever seen.”
“really?”
satoru used his thumbs to spread your lips as far apart as they can go, “see how wet you get when i do that? i can tell that you need this.”
you moaned, “shittt. god that feels so good. but yeah, see, it’s really sensitive.”
satoru slapped it playfully. “why don’t you lay back, yeah? and let me take care of this. i know how to solve your problem. i know how to cure you.” 
you opened your legs wider, “yes please.”
satoru started to massage your clit, “shhh, just like that. let’s get this problem taken care of.” 
“shit, right there.” you huffed, feeling so sensitive. 
satoru’s glove mixed with your juices made slick plasticy noise. he used one hand to open up your folds while the other pinched your clit then dipped lower to have his middle finger enter you. “now, how does that feel?” he smirked. 
“oh my god. don’t stop. fuck. i feel so full, so good.” you felt all that tension was slowly draining. you needed him. your pussy contracted around his finger and sucked him up. 
“wow, your pussy is very eager,” dr. gojo talked vulgarly, making you more wet. your hips grinded against his finger.
slowly gojo flicked your clit back and forth while he gently rocked his finger in and out of you. “let me take this off.” he bit his gloves off and again added his middle finger inside you. his digit was cold and the contrast was better than your fingers. “you like that sweetheart?” satoru asked as he went faster, easier to slide in because of your natural lube. 
“mmmmmm, yesss doctor. don’t stop.” you held his hand to keep going on your cunt. it was globbing up your juices and dr. gjo was going quicker each second. he curled his finger, but didn’t want you to cum. “i know just the thing.”
you were annoyed that he stopped but were met with a buzzing sound and the most overwhelming feeling ever on your clit. 
“this should help.”
it was a vibrator wand on your clit. satoru held it there, noticing the way your whole cunt vibrated and was glistening more from your wetness, “that’s it. good girl.”
“fuckkkkkk!” you screamed. you moaned loudly at the pressure that was building up. “shitttt.” your legs shook from the vibrations. you felt you were having an outer body experience. “fuckkkk satoru, i’m gonna cum.” you orgasmed, thrusting your hips as you wanted something inside you. 
“tsk, tsk, tsk. were not done.” satoru wagged his finger. he still kept the vibrator resting on your clit but then he brought out a dildo. it was a good size, probably not as big as dr. gojo but still a good size. satoru spat on the dildo and then gently shoved it inside you. 
“ughhhhhh, fuckkkk!” you went cross eyed for a second. having the feeling of being full being what you needed. you felt your walls pulsing around the dildo as it slipped in and out easily. dr. gojo kept the vibrator on your clit and the dildo drilling in and out. his eyes were dark and he was emotionless. he got pleasure out of overstimulating you. 
“no-no more. ugh shit i’m gonna cum again!” you were so sensitive, crying out. you hoped no one heard you. “right there.”
dr. gojo moved his wrist to fasten his pace. his hands getting drenched in your cum as he probed the whole thing inside you. “do you like taking in the whole cock y/n? yeah, you like that baby?”
“yes, doctor! oh yes! harder! faster! please!” 
dr. gojo listened and went even faster, putting the virbator on the highest volume. 
“fuckkkk!” you groaned loud as spurts of your juices drenched satoru. you squirted many times. the flow quieted but then because of the virbator it squirted out again. “fu-fuck.” you shook as you kept squirting. it covered dr. gojo’s collared shirt and doctor’s cloak. “oh my god.” you couldn’t stop shaking. the orgasm was earth shattering. your cream dripped down to your ass hole. feeling cool when it met with the air. 
as gojo sat up you noticed you squirted on his glasses. he smiled as he pulled the dildo out with a pop. it was shiny and dripping. “see? now didn’t that feel better? i told you, i am one of the best doctors.”
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NETFLIX AND CHILL | GFX Showcase
hihihi! thank you for supporting my lil netflix & chill series for the week. i figured that if you wanted to see the standalone banners that i made for this, i sorta collected them all and put it here lmfao.
also! (hoping that this doesn't get flagged again 💀) i put in the OG banners that i was initially going to use in the second part! i added some lil comments about my thought process when writing around them and selecting pictures lmfao.
*pls don't repost these or claim as your own! i do not own any pictures used (cr. to @/ave661 for the first 141 render linked here), but i did the editing/color correcting/design myself!
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✯ OG BANNERS + my comments!
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GAZ - honestly i wanted to keep this one so bad! i really thought about it, but i wasn't vibing with the colors. too much bright lighting in them and i wanted to have a dimmer vibe. this was def my fave one out of all the banners tho! gaz was really hard to get pics for, but i looooove the 3rd and last one. i figured that if i was going to change the others tho, then i'd also do this one. i'm happy with the new one!! def had the warmer colors i was going for, but these pics i like a lot. finding one with black males in them were p hard to find tbh, esp ones that fit a little bit more of how i pictured gaz. i didn't want him to be too lightskinned or have this sort of gymbro build, idk the muscly everywhere doesn't make toooooo much sense to me. but i stayed persistent bc i was NOT abt to whitewash him lmfao. i am happy i used a photo of elliot tho, i think that sitting position just added bc of the "ride of your life" part. as much as i loved the og picture, i'm glad to have been able to use an actual pic of gaz's face model in the episodes and not have it hidden in the back
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SOAP - bahahaha i had a LOT of trouble doing soap's banner. i just couldn't find the right photos that i wanted and it was so frustrating bc if there was one that i was like "oh, this is perfect for the title!" then i put it in the frame and it looked like a thumbnail from the hub............ i did NOT want that since this series goes for a more cozy vibe lmfao. i'm happier with the new banner, but the coloring was a lil weird. waaaah soap you are a difficult, difficult man (i'm just v picky lol). the first pic tho..... i love it but i cannot relate LMFAOOO. this banner is one i was the most noncommittal with and didn't mind changing at all. in fact, i really wanted to. woof. yeah it was agonizing this piece. LOVE soap, but i am too picky for my own good. there wasn't a lot of pics i really wanted to use that fit the vibe. bc i was also going for playful mischievous here and a lot of the pics i found were very sensual and romantic. hhhh pinterest and tumblr were not my best friends. i lived in the tags looking for anything, but it all seemed too on the nose for me.
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PRICE - not gonna lieeee i just wanted an excuse to use the 3rd photo but i really, REALLY love the 2nd one. so hot, so yummy. for some reason i was like okay THAT's the one that got me flagged, but i honestly have no clue. some of the photos i did get from tumblr soooo 🙃 i did my best to crop it so it's not like super obvious what went on, but in the end i did change it. this was the banner that changed the vibes the most for what i had planned. see, it was going to be a little more playful and straightforward since i was basing my writing on the gfx. but the new one really threw a wrench in my planning as i wanted to make it make sense why i put those pics. thus it became more of a roundabout thing. i think it's for the better tho! it kept up that vibe of keep it casual like i wanted for the series since the two prior to that were very cheeky and playful. and the plot i had planned for the next was going to be even more so. still sosososososo sad i couldn't do anything with the 2nd pic tho. buuut it did better fit my original outline (i completely forgot about the whole vibe part when i made this lmfao, i was about to scrap it until i had to redo the banners) in the end, happy with my decision to change the course of my plans!
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GHOST - i had reeeeally mixed feelings abt this one. i loved the concept of the b&w bc it fits his vibe and mystique for the series, buuut i didn't want two back to back monochrome banners. i was REAL conflicted. i did try to keep it fairly general in terms of body types tho (as far as my writing went), which is why i am super okay with the newer banner as it's more vague. again, really hard to find photos that really did fit the vibe and wasn't monochrome. i was in no mood to do color editing BAHAHA, this series would've taken a couple more days/weeks if i did do that. tbh i did not know what to do with the last ep title LOL. i didn't want to give too much away, but figured that i'd put something there. mmmmmmm in the end i forgot to kind of incorporate it more than i wanted bahaha.
I KEPT THE 141 BANNER THE SAME!!!
(i was too lazy to change it and it ended up being fine either way LOL) in the end, you hear me contemplate how picky i am over the vibe and pictures and that pinterest and tumblr is hard to find these from 💀 i'm happy with the result but need to work on my search queries bc i'm actually not used to finding pics myself. normally i just stockpile a bunch until i find a good reason to use them, so i'll already have them on hand. in this case, i did not and it was truly a learning experience :o
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pixyys · 1 year
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thou shalt not be sad!
making corny jokes and pick up lines for them
ft. the flags + chuuya + verlaine + adam
warnings. possible storm bringer spoilers; fluff/humor + hurt/comfort
notes. romantic/ platonic; huuuuge thank you to @silverbladexyz for these wonderful pick up lines ♡; reposting bc oh god, tumblr was in a silly mood
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art by @/shan_zeze (twt)
❝you have a little bit of some loose screws in your head. everyone knows this well enough. but seriously, every person in your vicinity are just so depressed and gloomy! surely, that's nothing some some good ol' one liners can't solve. ❞
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LIPPMANN
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Our little story starts during a time when The Flags have the pleasure of gathering together. Everyone has been busy with their businesses for quite a while. But they finally get the time to relax and act like normal young men without the burdens and horrors of their line of work.
Of course, you are there too! For.. whatever reason you have. No one minds nor questions your presence, so you sit there, simply observing; grinning with a dumbstruck smile at how everyone is happy and enjoying their time.
Especially lippmann. You saw his recent movie, the one that blew up on the internet, yeah. He's been flying all over the world for premiers and promotions. Even now, he just got back from one of his world tours.
"Lippmann," you make your way towards the end of the billiard table. "How was Europe?"
"Europe?" he recovers from his hunched position, the billiard cue still in his hand. "It was quite nice. Do you want me to take you when I go on another tour in the future?"
Whoa. Traveling Europe with 'the' Lippmann?
"Yes please," the response comes a bit too eager than you intended. "But won't it be a hassle? Was there any quarantine during your latest travel?"
"Well, for safety measures-"
"-Because you can't spell quarantine without U R A Q T."
The room falls silent as those words leave your mouth, save for the ticking of the clock and someone's pool ball falling on the floor.
"Ah.. well," Lippmann laughs nervously. For a flit moment, burying yourself six feet under sounds like a very tempting escape. But the thought dissipates as the charming actor chuckles, with a very lilting voice and a cute-looking smile that could've made you keel over right there and then.
"I suppose there will still be momentary quarantines since the virus is still around," he continues. "After all, you can't spell virus without U and I."
Well.
"Oh hell no! Not this again!"
Something cracks with a horrible crunch, probably Chuuya breaking his billiard cue. Not sure didn't care. You're too busy gaping at the actor slash mafioso like some dying fish. Either way, this dying fish got that world tour free pass! yeah!
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PIANO MAN
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Looking back, you have no idea how you managed to crawl out from that pit of embarrassment and continue life as usual. Maybe your sense of dignity just dried out. Maybe you're the kind of person who just rolls with everything. You pulled through, either way.
As it goes, your existence and role in The Flags is a peculiar one, as peculiar as your personality. A wildcard, if you will. Again, maybe that's why you find yourself helping Piano Man with those 'supernotes' of his.
"Say, Piano Man, do you play the piano?" you ask, mind drifting wistfully as you watch him send away some of his underlings. Some others are still waiting for their next order, standing by within the vicinity—you included.
"I don't," he regards your curious question.
"I think you'll be a great pianist."
Piano Man offers a raise on his brow, "On what ground?" he said.
"I mean, better yet, you can be Bae-thoven."
To put it in the most less-heartbreaking sense, his response is both something you definitely expected but nevertheless didn't prepare for. The silence that follows is reminiscent of that time you landed a free Europe tour pass with Lippmann, so is the forced laugh that grows from Piano Man's mouth.
Another, painfully awkward silence that comes after it, however; you can't help but reel from it.
"Piano Man, please. That's the worst possible response," you half-whispered.
"Ah, apologies. I suppose.. thank you?"
THAT IS THE WORST POSSIBLE RESPONSE.
The room is dead silent, and it doesn't look like it's because Piano Man's underlings are too afraid to laugh in his presence. No, at this rate, your sense of dignity will really dry out, dissipating out of existence. That is until you saw a glimpse of Piano Man's subtle smug face.
Ah, right. It is Piano Man you're up against.
[name]: i showed you my best pickup line pls respond
piano man: no <3
In bitter shame of such pitiful defeat, you toned down your puns ever since. But one time, when you cross paths with your arch nemesis once again, Piano Man strikes up a conversation.
"About that thing about not being able to play the piano, [Name]. I think I'll start learning it."
"Really?" you turn to him.
But what did he do? he, in turn, closes the distance, leaning his face to your ears, "How about you give me some piano lessons?" he whispers, and you can almost, almost feel his breath lingering on your earlobe.
"We can play all night and make sweet music." you can feel his smile.
You ascended; jaws dropped, eyes popped out, cheeks hot. You didn't remember if you passed out or dropped dead.
Really, it's best to only pick battles you can win.
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ICEMAN
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"Iceman is it? You seem like a cool guy. I hope we can get along."
Iceman knew you're a walking embodiment of a headache the moment you exchange names and shake each other's hands.
He still wonders why he still puts up with your shenanigans. Or why he still agreed on helping you do combat practice and friendly spars. All the while trying to not accidentally stab or decapitate you, probably.
He watches you pat down your light bruises, making use of the momentary rest. Objectively speaking, you are no weak opponent. Sure, he can likely kill you in your sleep. But at least not without some struggle in your part.
"This place is pretty neat for sparring, like a very comfy practice room," you comment, still holding the shoulder that might have a nasty bruise- or a sprain? He hopes not. Iceman wonders if he threw you too hard just now.
"Oh! Speaking of," you suddenly turn to him, "Are you a practice room? Because I want you and I hope you're not taken."
Yeah, No. he really should've thrown you harder.
Iceman, once again, questions why he puts up with you. You both are not even musicians and you manage to force that line into this context, and for what?
"..Iceman?"
He remains passive.
"Uh, please laugh?..At least?"
You made it a mental note to not mess with Iceman again. Poor guy. He still helps you patch up those sparing bruises though, so you should be good👍
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DOC
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"Sorry, can you help me? I think something's wrong with my eyes."
Being sent to the battlefront is tough. Guns and fists and knives don't exactly line up with an unscathed body. But you're tougher! And you have your reliable good friend, Doc. Iceman's training retinue polished you like a coarse diamond grinder, so Doc didn't have to do much than patch up minor cuts and scratches.
Doc decides to hold back further questions at your remark. Instead, choosing to appraise your face- the eye you claim to be 'wrong'. There's a subtle crease on his brow as his hands frame your cheek, trying to observe visible damage on your eye.
Of course. Even the most skilled doctor won't find anything. your eyes are fine.
"I think I just can't take them off you." you wink.
Doc tilts his head, then blinks.
Cute! Yet, the silence is starting to trigger the PTSD you got from Piano Man and Iceman. You hope it won't be the same case for this 'Doctor-Man.'
He finally nods, as if making up a decision. "Does it feel numb? Or painful?"
"No, I mean-"
"Maybe something is wrong with your extraocular muscles. I can open them up and-"
"You know what? Don't worry about it," you cut him off, rushing to swat away the current topic. "I think it just healed! That's amazing! I knew you're the best doctor one could ever ask for!"
Yeah.. better be careful next time. Getting your eyes dissected and cut open must not be fun.
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ALBATROSS
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You're not saying you have a favorite in The Flags, but you're saying you have a favorite in The Flags, and that might or might not be Albatross. (It's definitely Albatross).
He is your true partner in crime, aiding you in your eternal quest to annoy every single living existence (especially Chuuya, but don't tell him that). Albatross isn't very keen on puns or pickup lines, but he picks up the habit as soon as you start greeting him with those daily doses of corniness.
"Morning!" you send the energetic wheelman a lighthearted smile, waving as you pass by the hallways of the headquarters.
"Oh, mornin' [Name]-"
"-Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?"
By normal standards, a perfectly normal person normally does not start their morning with a badly-placed and badly-formed, relatively corny pickup line. But abiding by the normal standards isn't exactly how you roll, and neither does Albatross. That moment marked the day The Flags must put up with a brand new headache.
"I'm confused… I thought happiness started with an H, but mine seems to start with U."
"Life without you is like a broken pencil... totally pointless."
"Are you a camera? Because every time I look at you, I smile."
"Are you a loan? 'Cause you've got my interest-"
"Alright. i believe that's enough, you two."
It takes Piano Man a lot to get him to lose his patience, and apparently, you've done abundant. Don't worry about Chuuya, the little precious bundle of rage is long gone. He knows better than to risk exhausting his voice or accidentally ransacking the whole hideout (lmao).
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ADAM FRANKENSTEIN
You are suffering from success. Or winning from failure? These jokes and pickup lines became something of a second nature to your tongue. You can't even remember what you said to this robot- er, supercomputer agent Adam Frankenstein.
"Oh. This is what humans call as puns, also known as paronomasia, a form of wordplay that exploits multiple meanings of a term, or of similar-sounding words, for an intended humorous effect."
"Yeah-"
"But yours wasn't funny."
>:0
"W-well," you cough, recovering yourself. "Funny isn't the only intended effect. It was a punny pick-up line."
Adam nods.
"A pick-up line or chat-up line is a conversation opener with the intent of engaging a person for romance or dating. Are you trying to woo me?"
:0
"W-wwwhat?"
So, a literal robot just pulled an uno reverse card on you. Yet still, that's a good question. Are you really trying to woo him?
"I- I thought you'll start making one of those android jokes." you make an unsteady smile.
"My android jokes? Of course. They are not made with the intention of expressing romantic expression, so I can make one for you if you wish so."
Well. This tin man just indirectly reject your yet-to-exist confession.
"Either way, I am flattered by your attempts. However, I'm afraid that it will be impossible. You are a human and I am an autonomous humanoid supercomputer, the first to be used for law enforcement use-"
Yep. the tin man just directly rejected your yet-to-exist confession. Adam woke up and chose violence. At this point, you're better off going home and curling up in your blanket with some sad love song playlist. You think Chuuya winced and made a very pitiful expression for you. But you choose to mark that off as your imagination.
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PAUL VERLAINE
For a reason you can't fathom, you somehow end up in Verlaine's, Chuuya's, and Adam's theater of bloodshed.
Right here, right now, you're a vanguard of the battlefront. You shouldn't be thinking 'this'. Your chest hurts so bad from dodging Verlaine's attacks, your limbs are aching from bruises and cuts, your head is spinning with adrenaline, and this French man is trying to kill you and kidnap your ginger friend.
But darn, he's fine- You slap yourself.
"You good?" Chuuya rasps, struggling to make his step as he flanks your side.
"No, but-" another flying car flings towards your direction, and muscle memory forces you both to flee from your position, escaping death by a grasp.
Well.
This man is merciless, and *cough* attractive. Had he not currently trying to throw cars at you, you'd take him to some nice cafe and start serenading him with, uh, 'sweet' words.
Might as well.
"Whoa sir, you have some killer moves!" you roar heartily, uncaring by the way chuuya is eyeing you like an incredulous mother daring her child to do something stupid. "I'd simply die to have you." you wink.
"[NAME], WHAT THE HELL?!"
In that split second, your words seem to catch Verlaine in a trance. Adam's fancy iron man laser beam almost grazes the French man's shoulder..somehow.
Hey, that worked! :D
[name] : chuuya, i think he's french.
chuuya : no shi-
[name] : i think eiffel for him.
chuuya:
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NAKAHARA CHUUYA
This is it. The curtain calls, and it's time to face the final boss; it's time to unleash the ultimate torment to this poor boy.
"Ooh! Don't you look dapper? I always liked your fashion sense. You look good in that suit."
Chuuya doesn't immediately answer, opting to silently trace the paved sidewalk you both are treading on. By all means, both of you have no trouble with resources that a personal car, or even a whole limousine won't be impossible. It's just that the moon shines beautifully that night, so you drag your grumpy friend for a breath of fresh air.
"But you know what you'll look better in?" you chuckle, following his steps. "My arms."
Nothing. Mo reaction. No swatting your finger guns, no annoyed and incessant curses. Chuuya treats you like a nonexistent ghost, until he halts and simply stares at you with an inexplicable expression.
"Chuuya?" you falter, "Did- I go too far? Or did it finally get you? my jokes..?"
Oh, it did get him. No, you got him.
He shifts closer to you, like he finally loses it and is about to choke you to death. But this feels different. There is no malice or raw anger in his movements. They feel.. heavy, tired. Wordlessly, he leans his weight on your body, resting his forehead on your shoulder.
His breath is warm against your collarbone; the slight shudder from his long exhale stripped the corny jokes off your tongue.
"Oh, Chuuya.." you mirror him, putting your arms around him in a reassuring embrace. He is now here, in where you both want him to be: Your arms.
Some things come, and some things simply go. But some other things just don't change. Chuuya is grateful he can still hear your annoying jokes and lines, and that you are still by his side.
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