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r0ttenhearts · 10 months

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can I request a charac using reader who has a crush on them for their own benefits. while reader is left to wonder why chrc acts like a stranger to reader in public. eventually confronting chrc and them brushing it off as not noticing, being too busy. until reader eavesdropped to a convo with chrc's friend abt chrc just using reader. and reader leaves and ignores chrc for a while and chrc slowly starts missing reader's presence, only to see reader with someone else and confronting reader about it. of course charac won't get the happy ending 😈

(preferably scara, or childe-- if u write for him.)

feel free to ignore, I think I haven't expressed my req properly 😭😭.

also can I be 🌧️ anon ? :>

thanks 🌧️ anon for the request ^^ i hope you enjoy!

not your pet, anymore

scaramouche x reader

warnings: angst, arguments, insults, suggestive mentions

“you love me, right?”

“of course i do, scara. you mean so much to me.” you whispered, fingers running through his hair as he leaned against you. his thick eyelashes fluttered shut, hand on his chest as he lay against you.

the biting cold of fall couldn’t compare to the warmth you two shared, huddled together like this. his cheeks still tinted pink from the cold air, hands cold to the touch, it was just the way you liked him to be. cold enough for him to want to sit close to you and warm up.

touches were not a regular occurrence for scaramouche, he was normally dismissive, claiming he hated the closeness of skin on skin contact. but that wasn’t said when he’d tug at the end of your sweater, asking if he could feel more of your warmth. soft pants escaping your lips, his cold hands wandering, bodies on the cold floor of his bedroom. that’s how you’d spend your days after school.

but this time, with your hair sticking to your sweaty forehead as you finished up some of scaramouche’s homework he had passed on to you, something felt different. he was glued to his phone, an unusual smile gracing his lips as his thumbs danced across the device. you frowned, putting down your pen as you watched his face pull up in expressions you had rarely seen.

“who’re you talking to scara?”

“none of your business, (y/n).” he snapped, the smile he had been wearing for a few minutes dropping as his head snapped up to look at you. he sighed dramatically, getting up from the floor as he placed his phone down next to your hand, his face inches away from you.

“so damn nosy (y/n), when you should be doing my essay. are you bored? should i give you more work? or maybe i should let you suck me off, put your mouth to use. i think i like you better when you’re stuffing me in than anything you’ve ever said, anyway.” he sneered, enjoying the silence from you. a slight movement from you caused annoyance to bubbled up inside of him, his face unable to hide that itching feeling.

“you know, if you weren’t like this i’d be nicer to you, hell, maybe i’d love you. fat chance of that happening, i hate you most of the time. the only time i like your mouth open is when you’re making those pretty sounds for me, anything else is just muck.

why’re you so quiet, huh? are you gonna run off to your friends again? tell them how horrible i am? you think someone like collei will bother with you after you tell her what you do in here with me? how you open yourself to me? after swearing to her you’re done with me? you’re fucking something, (y/n). honestly, i’m getting sick of you. can you get the fuck out now?”

scaramouche’s phone buzzes, screen lighting up with a new text message. the both of you glance to it at the same time before he snatches it up, typing away a response as you gather your things without a word. biting your tongue was easier said then done, but you knew the argument would be worse if you said anything to him at all.

with a gentle click of scaramouche’s door, hours had gone by since you made your way home. a warm shower to rid of the nagging feeling at the pit of your stomach, along with the stickiness scaramouche had left you. you weren’t enjoying this, not one bit.

you figured you’d talk to him tomorrow in class, apologize for your inconveniences to him, and have it return to how it usually was after a fight. if you could call it one.

what you didn’t expect was to see scaramouche sitting by the green haired girl, haypasia, his usual seat empty as they sat side by side. quietly setting your things down, you still thought to say good morning to him, as a sign of peace.

standing from your seat, you meekly stood in front of him, hands wringing in front of you nervously. “good morning scara, and haypasia, i was wondering if—“

scaramouche never looked at you the whole time you were standing in front of him, his eyes glued on haypasia as her eyes bore into yours. a bitter smirk on haypasia’s face as she waved you off, scaramouche rolling his eyes before continuing whatever conversation they were having before you interrupted him.

a pain started to form in your chest. that nauseating prick that you’d feel every time you knew scaramouche was fooling around with other girls. cold sweat was all you felt as class droned on, your eyes never leaving the back of scaramouche’s head as his hand would slip underneath haypasia’s desk, sliding her pieces of paper that she would giggle at or turn red to after reading.

why is he being like this? should you have said something yesterday? would the satisfaction of knowing he practically owned you satisfy him enough to not be like this? these thoughts ran through your head until it was time for lunch, that bell being something of a savior as you were freed from seeing him there with her.

childe’s loud laughs caught your attention as he stood with kazuha, an anxious look on the white haired boys face as his eyes locked with yours for a moment. “i mean, just look at her! everyone knows scara is just using her. i heard, he’s been sleeping with (y/n) so he’s good enough to do it with that other girl, whatever her name is. you know her, right kazuha? whatdya think? did you get a piece of her yet too? or is it just scara sinking his claws in her, and something else!”

kazuha’s nervous laugh as childe punched his arm spoke volumes as you stood up, clutching the strap of your bag. kazuha noticed the tears in your eyes as you ran out of the classroom, you had heard every word that came out of childe’s mouth. excusing himself, he ran after you, his soft taps of his feet on the floor in comparison to your loud, cluttered footsteps.

scaramouche heard about this from childe, his demeanor changing once childe gave him the details on how kazuha ran after you. he didn’t know why it bothered him, but it did. no one else should be acknowledging his pet, the one that was so compliant and listened to everything he asked of you.

that’s how he saw you, and that’s all you were to him. right? that egging feeling in his chest as his messages to you were now left on seen more often than not. your cat keychain you hung on your bag that “reminded you of him” being replaced by a charm of a maple leaf, the same one kazuha had on his bag.

it bothered him. and he didn’t try to hide it. every time you’d sit next to kazuha instead of him, he’d grumble under his breath. a part of him ached to see you bare on his bedroom floor again, your fingers running through his hair, your gentle kisses on his forehead when you’d put him to bed when he was in a foul mood. he actually missed you.

but why were you so distant now? surely kazuha wasn’t giving you something he wasn’t, right? he couldn’t. you’d always declared your loyalty to scaramouche, never once breaking it.

then why did you admit you were in love with kazuha? your hands together in front of scaramouche as he scoffs, taking you by the wrist the second those words left your mouth.

“come again? i think i misheard you (y/n). you said you were in love with me just last month. so how do you even think you have feelings for that poet?” his voice wavered, eyes scanning across your face for a sign, a hint of remorse or love that you once held for him.

you shake your head, taking your hand away from scaramouche’s grip but he tightens it anyway. his eyes bore into yours, begging, pleading for it not to be true. for you to laugh it off and say you were kidding.

“he’s.. kind. it’s unlike something i’ve had before, and.. it feels good. it feels good to be wanted, scara. something i never felt with you.”

“something i never felt with you”, those words rung in his head as he laughs loudly, fat tears spilling as he pulls you into his chest. your hands going to push him away as he holds you tightly, laughing through his tears.

“you promised me (y/n), you promised you’d stay. you said you’d stay with me forever, love me forever! please don’t be like them, please don’t let that be a lie.”

“let me go, scara. please.” you whispered, feeling him shake his head as his hands tighten around you.

“n-no, no.. i can’t lose you too. archons, i can’t. what did childe say (y/n)? i promise he didn’t mean it, whatever he said isn’t true! i swear.. let’s just, go back to how it used to be, yeah? you can come over like you used to and- and we just don’t have to have sex. we can do things you like! i swear.. so please..”

his tears had rolled down, coating your neck as he wept. you’d never seen him in such a desperate state. his eyes looking into yours for a hint of what used to be there for him, but there wasn’t. more tears rolled down his cheeks as he let you go. he had fucked up. again. and this time he lost you, the one thing he never thought he’d lose.

“i’m sorry, scara. i’ve moved on. i think you have too with haypasia, you’ll be okay.” you say before picking up your bag, leaving him standing there with a wreck of feelings in his chest.

“you’re just like the rest.” he spat under his breath, harshly wiping at his eyes as the tears continued to flow. a hateful sentence meant to comfort no one but himself. he knew you weren’t at fault for it, he knew one day you’d want something more of him, something he’d be reluctant to give you. the day you finally escaped the clutches of the toxic relationship he had given you, the same day he had deemed the end of his new beginning.

“i never got my forever with you, like you promised. i can’t apologize for hating you for it.”

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luminumfoil · 4 months

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A Gift to be unwrapped

Part 2/3 (N/SFW)

Merry Christmas to all of you reading this! I have decided to write something special for Christmas. This will be dedicated to the three WHB Seraphims (Gabriel, Michael, and Raphael), enjoy!!

It was quite the night in Tartaros. It sure was tiring but it was a lot of fun. You enjoyed the event more than you expected. You were about to go out, when you suddenly excused yourself, saying that you'll be back in a minute.

You weren't so sure where Michael went after many people bid on him. Many competed with one another and kept on bidding a higher amount. You walked somewhere close to a door when you saw a light shining brighter than the rest of the lights around the room. You guessed it was probably his halo shining and fortunately for you, you were correct.

You both made eye contact. You looked at him and he soon followed when he felt your presence. You could see his eyes and eyebrows suddenly changing almost as if he was annoyed. He tried to speak, but you could only hear a muffle and you couldn't understand a word because of the gag on his mouth. You weren't so sure if you were simply just imagining things but it looked as if Michael had been thinking about something.

You silently admired his figure; he had a ribbon tied up around him — it was tied up on the button of his clothes as it tried to keep it in place. It almost looked like he was a gift to be opened. You slowly approached him and he tried to attack, but then again, he wasn't able to because he was tied up. You still remember when your name was mentioned in the event, telling you to go and examine him, especially about the way he twitched in your touch, seeing the corner on his lips slightly move upward out of pleasure from the way your finger lingered on his skin and you were certain that he remembers it as well.

“Well, what do we have here.. Someone's excited for this season.” you teased, pointing at the obvious boner poking in his pants. Michael looked at you, his eyes looked at you with a glare, there was an obvious rosy-pinkish color that dusted his cheeks. You approached him even closer and took off the gag on his mouth. You got closer, feeling the heat from both of your breaths, both of your lips almost touched as you looked up asking for consent to which he agreed. The both of you shared a heated kiss as you pulled him even closer to deepen the kiss.

“How interesting, who would've thought a seraphim would admit in his pleasure with a human.” you glanced at him with a mischievous grin on his face, despite him looking annoyed, deep inside he was amused by how brave you were for even deciding to tease a seraphim.

You slowly started to untie the ribbon on his clothes to reveal his bare skin, the moment he felt your skin brushed against his, he twitched slightly as he looked down on your figure before you slowly rose back up. You ran your hands around his waist, slowly making its way to his face. You looked him in the eyes, asking for full consent and all he did was nod in slight amusement.

“I don't want anyone to hear the noise you'll make. Those noises should only fall into my ears...” you stated clearly before you put back the gag on his mouth as you made your way to unbuckle his pants. You weren't so sure what exactly was driving you to be so greedy, but the moment his length sprung out, you wasted no time to pump it in your hand slowly while your mouth made its way through his torso.

You firmly stroked his dick, feeling the way his body twitched every time that you do. You firmly sucked hard on his skin as it slowly started to stain a slight reddish color. You didn't stop right there after marking him just one time, no, you continued even more as you felt him coming in close to his release. The way he wets the gag with his saliva that now started to drip down his chin as he threw his head back.

After a few sweet pumps, he finally released while his eyes rolled to the back of his head out of pleasure. He was breathing heavily, he was marked in some places by you, he looked like a complete mess underneath your hands. You stood up and took off his gag and you could hear how much of a moaning mess you've turned him into. You then locked those noises up with a kiss to which he returned. It truly was quite the night in Tartaros.

#what in hell is bad #whb #whb angels #whb michael

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soobnny · 1 year

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24 hour stream — lhs.

trope. established relationship. streamer!au

synopsis. you think it’s adorable how heeseung seems to be fighting his exhaustion in favor of being with you as you finish your twenty-four hour stream (1.1k words)

warnings. none

note. hello this is totally self indulgent but enjoy streamer!heeseung making an appearance again cos i miss writing streamer content >:( btw thank u to user notrenes i got inspired by that clip u sent of quarterjade and masayoshi i love them truly

[4:27 AM]

The monitor of your computer is bright, reflecting rather harshly on your face as you fight to keep awake while entertaining chat. The room is much lonelier than it was hours ago – Winter and Ningning had dropped by earlier to join you for your stream, playing in real life games and taste testing hot wings on different scales of spicy.

They left with Winter’s upset stomach grumbling and Ningning laughing as she escorted the pair of them back to their shared home. After they left, you decided to queue up some Valorant to shave some time off of your 24-hour goal.

Currently, your clock is mockingly situated by your set-up, screaming the time and reminding you that you only have a few hours left until you’ve accomplished your 24-hour stream. You had long finished Valorant and were just talking to chat, searching for another game that you could play by yourself that’s still entertaining to the people viewing your stream.

To battle the exhaustion and tiredness in your system (with the hint of a headache you had briefly mentioned to chat), you decide that playing a horror game would be an appropriate choice. Chat’s been requesting you do a horror stream for a while, and you realize now might be a good time to do it.

You first hear it midgame, when you’ve paused to recover from the horrifying monster design that was chasing your character. Your head snaps towards the direction of your door, staring at it to see if you’ve heard right. Thinking that it was just part of the background soundtrack of the game, you turn back to your monitor.

The second time, it’s unmistakable.

“I think someone’s knocking on my door, chat.”

As if to confirm your suspicions, the knocks come back and in goes Lee Heeseung, your bleary and half-asleep boyfriend who makes his way towards where you’re sat.

“Hi!” You greet him, surprised he was still awake at this hour. He had just done a long stream and finished only a few hours ago – you assumed he wouldn’t be awake until afternoon. Maybe something had woken him up?

It doesn’t take long before Heeseung’s plaguing your monitor with his presence, breezing his lips across your forehead to press a soft kiss on your cold skin. Then, placing a careful hand on your shoulder, he hands you a newly refilled bottle of water and a pill.

“Here, take some medicine.” Heeseung pays no mind to chat, pushing his hand in your direction and offering you a strict gaze before a warm smile follows. You take it from him confused, staring down at it before you look back at your boyfriend. “You came here just to give me medicine?”

“You mentioned on-stream that your head was aching.”

“You were watching my stream?” Even after years of being in a relationship with Heeseung, he never failed to trigger your heart into a million cartwheels.

Heeseung hums, eyelids starting to drop again and your heart warms at the sight of him trying to fight it. “Now drink up and get better, okay?” You nod your head, placing the medicine on your tongue before swallowing it down.

“Oh, it’s so cold.” You say in amusement when your hands make contact with the bottled water, immediately placing it down by your side after taking a few gulps. Then, your lips drop into a pout, holding onto his hand which he happily offers. “Babe, I��m so tired.”

“Do you want coffee?” Heeseung offers thoughtfully, looking down at you and giving you every bit of his attention despite exhaustion chasing after him.

“No, I don’t think so.”

“I can make you one. No?”

You hum. “It’s okay.”

“Alright. Are you cold?”

“Only a little.”

It seems your response triggers Heeseung to leave your room briefly (not without a kiss on the crown of your head) before coming back with one of his hoodies, wrapping you in its incredibly soft cloth.

Your boyfriend’s sweet gestures don’t go unnoticed, causing an instant frenzy in your chat.

heeyn4ever: the way i cried

imgaylol: MUST BE NICE

breadlover: where’d my toaster go

gardenclub: my therapist cant help me but heeseung could

Trying not to disturb you and your stream any further, he gently pulls another chair from your room, dragging it towards where you’re seated before plopping down – just enough so he isn’t really seen on your stream.

“Hi chat.” Heeseung greets your chat respectfully, waving and blinking a few times to try and let their comments and responses sink in. “Sorry for stealing my girlfriend for a bit.”

“You’re staying?”

“Figured you could use some company.”

You smile gratefully at him, feeling him lean his head against your shoulder, tired eyes fixed on the screen of your monitor and urging you to continue the game you had been playing earlier so he didn’t disturb chat. Your fingers rest on the controllers, pressing the necessary buttons to navigate through the map. One of Heeseung’s hands is cradling the back of your head, and every once in a while, he would brush the stubborn pieces of hair in front of your face and place a sweet kiss on the side of your head.

His eyes open again after closing them briefly, leaning comfortably against your shoulder and following along your character in the game. You adore him, and you think he’s so adorable, and you can tell he’s extremely tired. You can tell because he keeps yawning, eyes disengaged from time to time as he goes over chat.

Sensing your gaze, Heeseung slowly looks back at you. His lips twitch into a smile. He murmurs, voice heavy with fatigue. “Why’d you stop playing?”

“I can’t seem to get past this part.”

“Here, let me help you.”

You pause to widen your smile. “Hee, you don’t have to. I know you’re tired. You should get to bed.” He stares at you, eyes droopy and warm as you speak. His pink lips form into a gentle pout at your words.

“How many hours left til your stream ends?”

“Just 6 hours more.”

“I can handle 6 hours. I’ll just be quietly sitting here if you need anything.” Heeseung waves goodbye to chat before leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead as he moves away again.

[10:00 AM]

Your 24-hour stream ends, and as promised, Heeseung is seated by you. He endured the long hours to make sure he was there if you needed anything — food, water, or just his company as someone you can talk to so you wouldn’t fall asleep.

His ears perk up when you bid farewell to chat, and then he’s standing.

“Bye, chat.” His hand comes into your monitor’s view, waving politely. When you shut off your stream, Heeseung is quick to pick you up in his arms. “I finally have you to myself.”

“Mhm, all yours again.”

“Never wanna share you with chat for 24 hours again. No more 24 hour streams.”

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ayyy-pee · 2 years

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Pairing: Suguru Geto x Female Reader

Summary: Your boss doesn’t ask much of you - meet your deadlines, show up on time and don’t fuck any of your colleagues (that aren’t him).

Warnings: Smut, Vaginal Sex, Spit as Lube, Fingering, Breeding Kink, Creampie, Possessive Sex, Possessive Behavior, Jealous Crazy Suguru of course, Door fucking???, Jealous Behavior, Rough Sex, Office Relationship, Secret Relationship

Suguru Art By: B0000M

Could this shit be any more boring?

You cover your mouth, trying to hide your snicker as you read the note your coworker shows you on his notepad. You’re in the middle of an important meeting that your boss is presenting. A very handsome, tall man with long brown hair tied up in a loose bun and cat-like eyes that seemed to always hold a bit of mischief in them.

The meeting was in fact so goddamn boring, you were finding it hard to keep your eyes open. Your coworker was the only thing making these even remotely bearable with his funny notes. You scribbled a response back in your notebook and slid it over to him, prompting a low chuckle from him. The sound of someone clearing their throat at the front of the room grabbed your attention. Your eyes widen as you make eye contact with your boss who is glowering at you and your coworker. He calls your names, his voice not hiding his annoyance.

“Something you’d like to share?” He asks.

You shake your head, your coworker apologizing profusely.

“You sure? Clearly it’s important enough that you can’t be bothered to pay attention to what’s going on here.”

“No, Mr. Geto,” You speak up. “I apologize. It won’t happen again.”

The silence hangs in the air for what feels like an eternity before he resumes his presentation.

Later that day, you’re enjoying your lunch in the break room with the same coworker from the meeting. You’re idly chatting with each other about mundane things - deadlines, projects, how shitty the company provided breakfast at the meeting was when your boss walks in. He pays you both no mind, instead making his way to the coffee machine to brew a fresh cup. Your coworker begins fidgeting nervously and you assume it’s because of your boss’s presence. It’s not.

His fingers tap the side of his cup before he begins speaking.

“Hey so, I-I’ve been trying to work up the courage to ask you this for a while now.” He mutters and you find yourself watching your boss from the corner of your eye not missing the tension building in his shoulders.

“Ask me what?”

Your coworker squares his shoulders, taking a deep breath as he continues.

“Do you want to get dinner sometime?” He asks. His cheeks are so red and if you look closely enough, you can see the beads of sweat building on his forehead.

“O-oh, with you and the team?”, you ask, not wanting to assume. He shakes his head, laughing nervously.

“Well, not really. I was thinking more like just you and me. Like a date.” He states. Why did he have to choose now to do this? This was so uncomfortable. Your coworker is not unattractive in the least, but unfortunately you only saw him as a friend. You’re about to tell him as much when the sound of metal colliding with metal rings through the room and nearly causes you to jump out of your skin. Both your heads snap over to your boss, who is already watching you both, a smile stretched across his face that doesn’t look anything remotely close to genuine.

“Sorry,” he sighs out. His feline eyes bore into you as he brings his mug up to his mouth. You watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows his coffee.

“My spoon slipped out of my hand into the sink. Excuse me.” He makes his way toward the door before whipping around and calling your name. “Oh, Y/N! Could you please forward me those proposals ASAP? Now, if you don’t mind.”

“Sure, Mr. Geto. I’ll get right on that.” You reply. You know it’s not a request, it’s a demand. You excuse yourself from lunch and apologize to your coworker who doesn’t bother to hide his disappointment from your lack of an answer.

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The rest of your day flies by. You’re exhausted, taking the elevator up to your apartment as you let the day's events play back in your mind. You hope your boss isn’t too mad at you about what happened in the meeting that morning. He hadn’t said anything to you, but the small interactions you’d had throughout the day only added to this lingering feeling you had that he was upset with you. You make a mental note to apologize to him formally in the next meeting just in case.

You slip your key into your front door, stepping into your apartment and closing the door behind you. You barely have time to react before your back is slammed against the door and a pair of lips are on your neck, a hand gripped in your hair.

“Ah- fuck , Suguru,” you cry out, mostly from shock. Your hands fly up to run through his own hair, now loose from the usual bun he donned for work. Suguru pulls back, just enough to look at you before his lips curl up into a snarl. At home, he’s so different, relaxed, funny and doting. At home, he’s your boyfriend. At work, he’s stiff, strict and by the book. At work, he’s your boss.

“But Y/N, let me take you on a date. I wanna take you to dinner, maybe take you back to my place and fuck you with my micropenis”, he mocks your coworker from your earlier conversation at lunch. You knew it. You knew he was upset about something, but you figured it was about you goofing around during his presentation. You should’ve known better.

“Stop it”, you chide. “He didn’t even say anything close to that!”

He snorts. “He might as well have. I see him. Everyday”, he says through gritted teeth. “Fucking monkey always ogling you, talking to you, flirting with you, trying to touch what doesn’t belong to him, what’s mine .”

He’s back on your neck, kissing and sucking, marking anywhere he can and you’re positive you’ll have to wear a turtleneck into the office tomorrow. You don’t stop him. Instead, you tilt your head to the side giving him more room to work with as you begin to pant. You can feel the wetness pooling between your legs and he’s barely done anything.

“What do you expect, Suguru? No one knows we’re together. At your insistence, let me remind you. It was your choice.” He sucks a new mark into your neck, nipping at it hard and groaning loudly when you yelp at the sharp pain.

“What I expect,” he pauses to kiss your throat, grinning when your grip on his hair tightens, “what I expect is for my girlfriend who I live with to open her pretty little mouth and say no when some monkey at the office tries to get in her pants.”

You nod your head, unable to think straight while his mouth works its way down your neck. His fingers are on your blouse, deftly unbuttoning it until it's wide open, exposing your bra to him. He pulls back at your lack of response giving you a confused pout.

“Unless you want him to get in your pants?” He asks seriously. Suguru watches your face for anything that’ll give away that you like your coworker in any way other than as a friend. When he finds nothing, his mouth crashes into yours, all his jealousy being poured into a searing kiss.

“You’re so stupid when you’re jealous”, you breathe when he pulls away. Your hands move to glide under his shirt, fingers grazing over his defined muscles and you sigh thinking about just how fucking hot he is.

Suguru reaches down, grabbing the hem of your skirt and pulling it up until it’s sitting at your waist. He slides his hand into your panties, hissing when he feels how drenched you are.

“Shit, you’re soaking wet baby”, he groans. His fingers run through your wet folds finding your clit and rubbing light circles. You cry out, your nails digging into Suguru’s core and dragging them down. He cries out with you, reveling in the pleasure that follows the pain. He presses his face into your neck as one of his fingers finds your entrance, wasting no time pushing into it. Your mouth opens with a gasp as Suguru pumps into you, curling his finger until he finds your sweet spot.

And he finds it in no time, pressing down and pulling his face back to watch the tears form at the corners of your eyes like they always do when he finds it. He beams with satisfaction watching you roll your hips forward, seeking any type of friction. You whine in frustration when you don’t find any.

“Sugu, please .”

“You think”, Suguru speaks casually as your hips buck forward, “You think what’s his face at the office thinks about doing this to you?”

“ What? ” You gasp out. You don’t want to think about him right now. The only thing on your mind is fucking your boyfriend.

“I bet he does. I can tell by the way he tries to discreetly fix his pants when he’s done watching your tight little ass leave the room. He thinks no one sees him, but I do.”

He slides another finger into your entrance and you mewl loudly, hips coming up again for another attempt to find friction and again getting none. He keeps his ministrations going, curling and curling, pressing and pressing on your spot. It’s getting harder to focus, harder to breathe, but Suguru keeps going. His eyes roam your face, taking in your eyes blown out with lust, your messy hair, the sheen on your kiss swollen lips - a mixture of both your saliva.

You look wrecked and Suguru moans before he presses another sloppy kiss to your mouth. His free hand wraps around your jaw, holding you in place as he runs his tongue across your lip, seeking entrance. You grant it to him with no question and he claims your mouth greedily. He runs his tongue against yours, groaning into your mouth at the taste of you.

Suguru pulls back, lips hovering just above yours. He presses his palm to your clit and you let out a choked sob when you finally get the friction you’d been seeking. He sighs dreamily, pressing his mouth back to yours, speaking against them.

“He’d probably cum right in his pants if he saw the look on your face right now.”

He rubs his palm against your sensitive nub and you keen into his mouth, hips rolling forward in a relentless rhythm, riding Suguru’s hand while he claims your mouth again. Your hands are in his hair, tangling his soft tresses around your fingers.

You can feel yourself getting closer to the edge, your breaths becoming more and more ragged as Suguru pumps his fingers in and out, in and out. Your hips are losing speed, the pleasure making you short circuit until Suguru’s free hand grabs onto you and rocks you back and forth against his palm himself.

“Don’t fucking stop”, he commands. And you move, your pussy tightening around his fingers. He presses his face back into your neck, kissing and sucking his way up to your ear where he whispers, “Cum for me, baby.”

Your head falls back, mouth open in a silent scream as your walls clamp down on Suguru’s fingers. He groans, teeth clenched as he continues pumping into you.

“Fuck. Baby, so fucking tight ”, he grits out. “Fuck, I can’t wait anymore.”

You nod dumbly, still coming down from your orgasm as he pulls his hands from your panties and slips them into the waistband of them, dragging them to the floor. You step out of them, your hands fumbling with his belt until you’ve finally got it undone. Suguru slaps your hands away impatiently, pulling his own pants down to his knees. His cock springs free, angry and red, dripping precum down the shaft. Suguru places a wet kiss on your lips before he grabs your hips and spins you around. He presses you against the door, pulling your hips back to meet his.

He wraps his hand around his cock, pumping it one, two, three times before he slides the tip through your folds. You moan, still sensitive from your last release.

“Your little friend at work will never know what this feels like. He’ll never have you. You’re mine . Say it.”

He presses the tip of his length into your entrance, slowly sinking in. “ Say it ”, he growls.

“Fuck! I’m yours, Suguru!” You cry out, earning a deep groan from him.

He wraps a hand in your hair, pulling your head back at a harsh angle so he can look at you. It’s so uncomfortable, but you love it anyway. Suguru sinks into you, bending down to kiss you as he bottoms out, moaning his pleasure into your throat.

Your walls clench down on his cock and he moans again before he starts to move, pounding into you at an unrelenting pace. With his free hand, Suguru drags the cups of your bra down, freeing your breasts. The cool air against them causes your nipples to harden and Suguru takes one of your nipples between his fingers and twists. You cry out his name and he keeps moving, never letting up.

“That’s right, baby. Say my name.” He lets his hold on your hair go and relief washes over you as the pain in your neck recedes. He’s panting possessive obscenities while he presses you harder against the door with each rough thrust.

“No one will ever get to know what it feels like to be in this pussy. Only me. Only me. Only me ”, he grunts, mostly talking to himself now. You feel Suguru’s large hands leave your breasts and grab on to the flesh of your ass. He spreads your cheeks open, hissing at the view.

“Baby, baby, baby. Fuck. Now when I see this, I can understand why your little friend wants you so goddamn bad. I mean- ah - shit, you’re perfection.” He purses his lips together, and you hear the loud smack of his spit hitting your asshole before you feel it. It slides down to where you and Suguru are connected, only adding to the wetness and Suguru’s hips stutter as he continues slamming into your pussy. You moan against the door, feeling your core tighten. You’re so close again. You open your mouth to tell Suguru.

“Sugu, I’m cl-“

“I’m so fucking close”, Suguru grunts, interrupting you as he leans forward, placing a hand against the door on each side of your head. Your palms are splayed out right beneath his, holding on for dear life as Suguru somehow pounds into you impossibly harder, faster.

You’re moaning wantonly now, the loud smacking noises of Suguru’s groin meeting your ass echoing throughout the apartment, adding to your pleasure. He dips down, pressing kisses down the side of your head as he tells you how you belong to him, how your pathetic coworker could never hope to ever put his hands on you. He reaches down, his fingers finding your clit and he rubs rough circles on it. And it’s true. You’re Suguru’s in and outside of this apartment whether anyone knows it or not. The thought brings you over the edge.

You squeeze your eyes shut as your second orgasm hits you and you scream Suguru’s name into the door, your pussy squeezing down on him so tight he yells out a loud “Godfuckingdamnit” before his hips are stuttering again. He thrusts into you over and over before he’s following your lead, crying out your name and wrapping his arm around your waist to hold you tightly to him as his hot cum fills your pussy.

You stay pressed against the door together while you both try to catch your breath, Suguru still thrusting into you softly. He’s whispering how he loves you over and over as he runs his fingers through your hair. Kissing your head, your face, your neck, anywhere he can reach in this position.

When he finally pulls out of you with a hiss, he turns you around and presses a soft kiss to your lips. He rubs his nose along the bridge of yours and sighs.

“I can’t stand the thought of another man hitting on you at work”, he says openly, honestly. He takes your face in his hands, kissing you sweetly. “Let’s tell everyone at work about us tomorrow.”

You nod up at him in agreement, content to let everyone know who it is you belong to.

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you’re a genius and your plot and world-building skills are next level. i’m truly such a fan girl you have no idea 👉🏼👈🏼

i’m politely begging you for a joel miller ANYTHING with prompts 2, 35, 41, and 44. all the sweetness and whatever else you think it deserves! i trust you wholeheartedly with all of P’s characters 🤍 thank you so much for sharing your gift with all of us!!

Stop it...thank you so much. I appreciate you very much💜 Oh goodness, don't trust me with all of them lol. Ezra, you're a gem, but we don't vibe 😂 I was also politely begging for anything Joel Miller so I'll literally happily oblige. Actual loml. I also thoroughly appreciate the subtle shout-out to Buckley the dog. I made a shitty gif and everything for it. I'm fairly certain I'm the only one who likes slow-burning shit like this 😂 but hey, I hope someone else enjoys it too.

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Joel Miller x f!reader

"Wait a minute. Are you jealous?"//"Stop laughing at me."//"You need some sleep."//"I'm only here for the dog."

Word Count: 3.5k Content: Buckley the dog in all his goodest boy glory, flirting with Joel Miller is like romancing a very handsome brick wall, fluff, mutual crush, two hopeless morons, matchmaker Maria to the rescue, first kiss

Farming rotation had always been your favorite assignment. It was rigorous, exhausting, and the pre-dawn wakeups were less than desirable, but there was something soothing about it. People mostly kept to themselves here, just asking for a hand when needed, and damn if this job didn’t feel useful. Food you’d worked for months to grow fed this whole damn town, and if that wasn’t something to be proud of, nothing was.

Maria knew you preferred it here in the greenhouses, being friendly with her certainly had its perks, too. Your gate patrols had become minimal, the shotgun almost felt foreign in your hands now when you had to head up atop the walls and survey the wilderness for threats from infected and hunters alike.

It was another early morning, an eerie gray seeping through your thin curtains and rain dripping down the windows ahead of your fieldwork, a heady sigh leaving your lips as you slipped the rubber boots that were two sizes too big onto your feet. But even on days like today, you didn’t mind the work. Sure, the soil would be heavier soaked and your clothes would be clinging to your skin within the hour, but it sure as hell beat fighting for your life outside these walls.

It had been a miracle you’d stumbled across a patrol team a few months back, scared and alone. The vetting was brutal and the townsfolk were wary of the newcomer for weeks after your arrival. But you’d earned their trust through your hard work and willingness to do what was needed. You were a damn fine cook, too, and that went a long way.

By the time noon hit, the rain hadn’t slowed at all. You were shivering despite the exertion, the warmth of the pub calling your name even if it would only be for the hour allotted for your lunch. The cover of the plastic enclosures had done little to keep you dry with how many times you’d gone in and out, the humidity the plants needed keeping you thoroughly damp and chilled. You were finishing your final task, your hands quivering too much for the precision you needed,

“You look cold,” a Texas drawl chuckled from behind you, “Why are you out in the rain anyway? Can’t this wait?”

“You tell me, boss,” you replied with a grin, your gaze shooting back over your shoulder to see Tommy Miller, his faithful companion Buckley at his side.

“It can wait til it’s dry. Come on.”

The Millers–Tommy and Maria–were good friends, but Tommy’s brother Joel, while revered in the town, was someone you hadn’t had much contact with, not anything of merit anyway. That was an avoidance of your own creation, your thoughts dizzying into idiocy when you were in his presence for more than a few minutes. It was shameful. But it was thankfully easy to maintain. He mostly kept to himself in his big house by the cemetery, his job solely a patrolman thanks to his exceptional skills with just about every weapon under the sun and his proficiency at what some of the town referred to as “extermination.” Joel could kill anything and not bat an eye, and everyone knew it, too.

“Dinner at our place tonight,” Tommy offered after walking you past the pub and to your front door, “Maria is cooking, but if you wanted to maybe come a little early and make those sweet potatoes, you won’t find a soul complainin’ and I got a basket full.”

“Well, you did get me out of the rain,” you answered, waving goodbye as your body ached for a warm shower and dry clothes.

By three o’clock you were knocking on Tommy’s door and none other than Joel greeted you as it swung open after a single knock, a mug of coffee being swallowed whole by his hand.

“Joel…” you gasped, his hazel eyes widening at the sight of you.

“Tommy said you were comin’,” he muttered, you couldn’t tell if it was just to himself, your stomach flipping just like it had every other time you’d been this close to him.

Joel was tall and broad, his thick gray hair almost brushing his brow and an equally lush and silvered beard covering his jaw and cheeks. Heat flushed your face beneath his gaze–typical–the reason for your stark evasion of the man coming to full fruition here and now. He’d caught your eye long before you knew who he was, not that you’d ever even considered acting on this ridiculous little crush. You were too old for this anyway, and Joel, well, he’d never once acted like he wanted to be bothered by anyone’s attention much less your own. There’d been many shared functions and yet you’d still never graduated past pleasantries, your quick escape plans always being enacted before you could reach the next stage of conversation.

“Are you gonna let her in or leave her to soak?!” you heard Tommy yelling from somewhere in the house, Joel’s obvious alarm from being shaken from whatever mental space he’d gone to playing out too charmingly on his face for you to deny giggling at.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, eyes on the floor as he stepped aside, the sack of spices and honey you’d brought to prep your dish jostling in your arms, “I’ll–let me,” he offered, the way his fingers brushed against the back of your hand had goosebumps erupting across your skin making you thankful for the cover of your sweater.

“Thanks,” you gasped, hoping it didn’t sound as pathetic to his ears as it did to your own.

Long strides had him well ahead of you on your way to the kitchen and you took full advantage to shake off the effects of Joel Miller’s studious gaze before joining the group, you didn’t need anyone getting any ideas.

“Welcome!” Tommy greeted almost too exuberantly, “Joel here said he’ll help you with whatever you need to get started.”

“What?” Joel interjected quietly to himself between Tommy’s words, his hands falling to his hips showcasing toned forearms straining against the rolled sleeves of his flannel.

“Anything at all.”

Clearly, something else was at play. With Tommy and Maria barely able to contain their fits of giggles, Joel’s brow knit in confusion, and you standing dumbfounded with Buckley sitting dutifully at your side it looked like something straight out of the sitcoms that had died decades ago. And somehow it felt like you were the butt of the joke.

“Why are you staring like that?” Maria pressed, “You said you wanted to get better at cooking, You’re reading those books. Time to put it into practice.”

“It’s fine,” you finally found the courage to speak, “I can do it.”

“What do you need help with?” Joel resigned with a sigh, turning to the sink to scrub his hands clean. That was a good start.

“No, you don’t have to–”

“Peel these,” Maria instructed, pushing the bowl of sweet potatoes she’d gotten out his way, “Let’s see if you’re as good with a knife on root vegetables as you are Clickers. Hmm?”

“Well, ain’t you funny this evening,” Joel grumbled, snatching the knife to his left and beginning work on his task.

You almost felt bad for him, watching him struggle to catch only the skin and not the orange flesh beneath it, his tongue clicking in disappointment at himself with every swipe too deep and dropped peel. It was so endearing, Buckley’s little whines matching the way pity had set a breeze on the butterflies that had taken flight in your belly

“Stop laughing at me,” Joel finally snapped after Maria and Tommy’s little snickers had gone on for too long, the knife slamming onto the counter in frustration.

“Let me help you,” you offered, rushing over and plucking the tool from beneath his palm and showing him your technique, his eyes attentive as he watched and listened.

When dinner was served, you took the seat beside him, your appetite whisked away from hours of nervous fidgeting and stolen glances. What you did manage to force down was delicious, but you were more concerned about the reception of your dish from one guest at the table than you were about judging what was on your own plate.

“So,” Maria began after everyone’s forks had started to slow, “I saw you and Gabe hitting it off at work the other day.” What on Earth was she doing? “He’s nice. Good head on his shoulders, competent, great carpenter.”

“Oh,” you stammered, a nervous laugh flitting free, “No, I…I just work with him.”

“I need to get goin’,” Joel announced suddenly, his chair loudly scraping against the floor as he cleared his plate in the kitchen, Buckley getting a pat on the head before he bid everyone a gracious thank you and goodbye for the evening, your nerves settling immediately as soon as the door clicked closed.

After a night of tossing and turning at the replay of the embarrassment of your interactions from the evening, you were back in the greenhouses in much more suitable weather the following day, Maria and Buckley on site to help with the harvesting from half the crops. Gabe had been assigned your partner, something you assumed was no accident after Maria’s prying last night, her quest to get you saddled in with a “nice guy” in full swing.

“Long day, huh?” Gabe chirped from beside you, chest heaving after another heavy load of produce was dropped into the back of the truck, “You doing all right?”

“Yeah,” you answered, keeping your eyes straight ahead on your task, “busy.”

“Lunch!” Maria bellowed, “Let’s go, everyone! No exceptions!”

There went your hopes of skipping the congregated, shared hour in favor of hiding behind the greenhouses for a moment of reprieve. Gabe walked you to the grouping of tables, the citizens of Jackson having banded together to give the farming group a grateful lunch for their labors, a sentiment you should have appreciated but found yourself loathing at the moment. You were too tired, too agitated, and entirely too distracted.

“Joel…” Maria sang knowingly as if she’d been expecting him despite his presence never once having graced the workspace before, “What a surprise.”

“Tommy around? He ran off soon as we passed the gate,” he grunted fresh off patrol, his t-shirt screaming around his biceps ready to tear and his pack equipped with more weapons than you’d ever seen on one person strapped to his back; you couldn’t look away, “Who’s this?”

“Him? Oh, that’s Gabe.”

Why was his face falling? Were you imagining things? His eyes flicked from you back to the man beside you, a hand reaching up to scratch at the back of his head as he repeated the inspection once again.

“That so?” he drawled, “Never heard of ya.”

Well, that was a lie, and the way Gabe’s face fell that the famed Joel Miller didn’t know he existed, despite the fact that he most certainly did, only seemed to add a little glimmer to Joel’s eye as he watched him scamper off dejected. It was a little cruel, but at the moment you couldn’t care less as you tried to decipher what the hell situation you were standing in the middle of.

“Wait a minute… Are you jealous?” Maria asked tauntingly, your face falling in horror at the blatant accusation made on what you knew was your behalf.

“I beg your pardon?” Joel barked, and you had to hand it to Maria for never being intimidated because if you were on the receiving end of the expression currently staring her in the face you’d have cowered into the nearest corner like a mouse being pursued by a cat.

“It’s a simple question.” “I’m only here for the dog.”

Buckley yapped right on cue as Joel bent over to scratch his ear, Maria’s eyes rolling at one of the most pitiful excuses she’d ever heard in her life, especially from a grown man.

“Jesus Christ, Joel,” she groaned.

"You need some sleep, Maria. You're gettin' delusional," he nagged as he stood, following after her as she stormed off towards the tables.

Maria’s question plagued you throughout the week. You hadn’t seen Joel again, but that didn’t stop your brain from spiraling with the hope that maybe she was right. Replaying the brief interactions you’d had with him led you nowhere, the man was entirely illegible, his face a stoic…handsome…mask and his random appearances too few to interpret but also too coincidental to be a coincidence.

During another dinner alone on the old futon you’d scavenged, a soft knock on your door had you ready to duck under your table and hide until whoever it was left. It had to be Gabe, maybe Maria, but your frayed nerves had already had their fill of human interaction for the week, you wanted two days holed up in your little cabin with your books. Was that too much to ask?

“You home?” a gruff, deep voice called out, a timbre that did not belong to Gabe or Maria.

Joel. That had you racing to the point you were tripping over your feet, catching him just as he’d begun to descend the three steps leading up to your front door.

“Joel!” you called out too loud, his demeanor unaffected by your outburst.

“Hi,” he greeted cautiously, “Maria told me your backdoor was broken, wanted me to come look at it.”

Your backdoor was not broken. Never had been. However, if you told him that he would leave, but he should leave because he didn’t need to be here…

“It ain’t broken, is it?” he resigned, the answer clearly written on your face.

“No,” you sighed, disappointment carving a hole out of your chest and hollowing it fast enough to have your lungs depleting.

“Well, if it’s all right with you I’ll check anyway. Can’t ever be too careful.”

The thorough inspection he gave your old wooden door surprised you knowing he’d discovered the ruse before stepping foot inside your house, and he did indeed find a few screws that needed tightening. You offered him a coffee that he gratefully accepted, the last of the grounds you’d traded for last month enough for two cups you sat around the small round table in your kitchen to enjoy as the crickets began to chirp outside the windows.

“Thank you,” you erupted, your voice too loud, too excited, his little chuckle confirming he could sense your school girl nervousness.

“Welcome,” that smooth, Texas twang settled in your stomach, pressing downward in the most forbidden of ways, “You know if you need a carpenter–”

“Oh no. I don’t.”

“Right. Okay.”

Wait, that was rude. He was about to offer help and you’d cut him off. His eyes hadn’t left the brown, murky depths swimming in the pink mug you’d given him, his shoulders slumped, chin to his chest.

“If I do though, I’ll let Maria know to tell you–”

“You can just…knock on my door. If I ain’t out on patrol, I’m home.”

“Oh. Sure.”

It felt like your entire body was vibrating, sweat was beading on your brow and it wasn’t a result of the hot coffee you were drinking. He seemed just as tense, you could see his knee bouncing beneath the table and you were desperate to know if it was nerves or simply his way of tolerating the less-than-ideal situation he’d found himself in. But that required a courage you didn’t think you’d ever be able to muster.

“I’ll get out of your hair,” he announced after a moment of silence that had dragged on too long, “Let me know if that door needs tweakin’ again.”

Every nerve in your body lit up with the desire to keep him there, your hand involuntarily shooting out and gripping around his wrist as you leapt to your feet less than a second after he rose, fingers barely meeting around the sheer girth of it. Your stomach dropped to the floor when his head whipped around and his stony stare locked on wear your skin met, his lips slightly agape and brow furrowed. You were panting, not caring how it looked or whatever he was assuming, he was probably right. It was time to admit that.

“Are you hungry?” you asked meekly, listing the ingredients you knew you had off in your head to try and come up with a dish you could prepare, forgetting that your half-eaten dinner still sat on the small table beside the sofa.

“I could eat,” he replied barely above a whisper, his eyes shooting over to that very spot. You should have anticipated that level of perception.

“I’ll make you something.”

“If it’s too much trouble–”

“No!”

Now this was getting embarrassing. Your voice was quivering, breath ragged, your brain reminding you it had been more years than you’d like to admit since you’d had a man in any capacity, and it wasn’t like that was beyond a quick release of tension.

“Calm down, darlin’,” he comforted warily, the pet name hitting you square in the chest, “I ain’t gonna hurt ya…”

That was where his mind had gone? This situation was worse than one you could have ever doomed yourself to in your mind. He thought you were afraid of him? Well, in a way you were, but not the way he was assuming. Your tongue was paralyzed as your brain screamed to fix the situation, your fingers unknowingly tightening around his wrist.

“I know that,” you quaked, “I didn’t think…you would.”

“Okay. Good,” he sighed, tapping your white-knuckling hand with his free pointer finger, “That’s startin’ to hurt, ya know.”

“Fuck! I’m so sorry!”

Balling your fists at your chest, you retreated backward until you hit the kitchen counter, completely overwhelmed and embarrassed, wondering how in the hell you dug yourself out of this hole or if you’d be needing to find another settlement to move to. You couldn’t look him, Maria, or Tommy in the eye after this. You could just go on patrol and never come back, not like anyone would come looking for you when they found out what a fool you’d made of yourself.

“Is Maria right?” he asked softly, his tone gentle and relaxed, “I can’t read this shit.”

“What?” you choked, his eyes taking on a warm glow you’d never seen on him before, it made him look younger and somehow even more endearing.

Nonchalantly, almost annoyed, he waved his hand between the two of you, your eyes widening in shock at his question before his arms crossed over his chest, his biceps stealing your attention so brazenly it had a wheezing laugh breaking free from a bright smile.

“That a yes?” he chuckled, eyeing you through his lashes mischievously.

“Um…” you stammered, did he really just think you were going to admit it so openly?

“S’okay if it is.”

The nod you gave him was barely discernible, but he understood, the corner of his mouth stretching up toward his eye as he took a step forward, then another, and then another until his arms were caging you in as they braced on the counter behind you, the smell of pine wood and leather hitting your senses like a tsunami.

“Joel…”

“Hmm?”

“It’s been a really long time…”

“Yeah. Me too.”

His lips were softer than you expected them to be, plush and silky as they pressed to yours nervously, his beard prickling your skin a sensation you hadn’t felt in too damn long. When he pulled away you sought him out again, following his mouth as your fingers fisted into his shirt, your cue being followed as he came back harder, more intentionally, his nose pressing to your cheek when you pulled him in deeper, a muffled whine hitting him and eliciting one of his own.

“I um–” you began when you broke for air.

“Shh,” he soothed, feeling your fingers tightening in his shirt nervously again, “You don’t need to talk. I can stop, or I can keep goin’. Your call.”

“Don’t stop.”

“Yes ma’am.”

When his tongue slid along the seam of your mouth you relaxed, one of your hands releasing his shirt to slide up into his hair, his groan of approval hitting the back of your throat as you opened up to him completely. You barely needed time to learn one another, your mouths finding a fluid rhythm of give and take quickly. His hands felt so good settled easily on your hips, the lack of desperation in his grip a testament to his self-control, something you were clearly lacking as you pulled yourself in closer, tugging on his hair hard enough to sting. If it did he either didn’t mind or purely enjoyed it, not even a flinch settling across his features as he devoured you.

He stopped you when your hands shot to his belt, arousal and desire having taken your wheel within seconds of this all beginning.

“Not tonight,” he breathed, “much as I want to. I do have standards.”

“Which are?” you inquired, enjoying the way his nose was nuzzling against your cheek.

“At least one damn date. I am a gentleman, after all.”

“Well, let’s just go to the pub now and get it out of the way.”

“Yeah… Yeah, I can do that.”

Part 2: Into Focus

I did not proofread this. I apologize and own any terrible typos.

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lagoonalake · 3 months

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Can you do zerobaseone ideal type to

ZEROBASEONE IDEAL TYPE

!!No reading for the maknae because he is still a minor!!

HANBIN

Personality: 9 of cups, temperance, the wheel of fortune

Very chill, light-hearted energy. I don’t hink he has a specific type that he is attracted to, he just wants something that feels good, that is relaxed, comfortable, where there is a feeling of calm, serenity, balance. But his type is still evolving and changing quite a lot. It’s like he’s discovering with each new experience his love style. It’s not codependent, it’s very light, very zen and about sharing and enjoying pleasures together. He’s also rather open to different types of people, different types of experiences in love. sagittarius, pisces, jupiter, libra, aquarius

Appearance: king of wands, the hanged man, queen of swords

Rather proud looking haughty people, with have a certain class and prestige, could be attracted to a high status. Sophistication. I would say he’s easily impressed by beauty. More lavish, a bit extravagant trendy style, a lot of accessories, colors, make up. People who have an ethereal sort of beauty, a bit otherworldy, sleepy eyes, he likes the artistic idol look, with crazy hair colors, eye contact, the AI look. Rather tall and slender, long limbs. leo, aquarius, pisces

Turn offs: the hermit, 9 of swords, the fool

People who are shy, who don’t open up, who never talk, people who are awkward, anxious, pessimistic. Party poopers, people who are too serious, who cannot enjoy the present moment. Either too mature or too childish and naive. People outside of his immediate environment. Overly “deep” and complicated people, he prefers someone more simple and light hearted. negative cancer, capricorn, virgo, scorpio

JIWOONG

Personality: knight of pentacles, the devil, the sun, 5 of cups

This could be a specific person. On one hand there is someone with a rather calm, practical, slow moving, stubborn energy, rather discreet and modest. On the other hand there is the fast life linked with fame. And in the middle of it all is heartbreak. So I could see him being in a relationship with this non famous person, that matched him in many ways, grounded him, who was real too, with real love, real pleasures, simple but true. But he sort of fell for the temptations that come with fame, all the people throwing themselves at him, the attention…etc. earth signs, leo, neptune

Appearance: temperance, the hermit, queen of pentacles

Very calm aura, grounded, earthy. Could be someone a bit older or just mature. Natural beauty, simplicity. Harmonious symmetrical balanced features, good proportions. Coziness, warmth, sensuality. Someone who looks both practical and spiritual, could be like a yoga teacher or something lol. Flexible feminine body. Comfortable in their own skin. Warm, rich, a bit darker colors. Soothing voice. earth signs, libra

Turn offs: 5 of swords, 8 of cups, 2 of pentacles

Here again I feel like I’m picking up on a specific energy, specific argument even that could be about money. He is more ambitious and wants to earn more and is ready to sacrifice some things while his partners may tend to be more simple, to be ok with having enough, but he wants more. virgo, saturn, cancer, pisces

ZHANG HAO

Personality: high priestess, 6 of cups, queen of swords

Someone who is a bit mysterious, more introverted, secretive, magnetic, possibly who appears a bit cold on the outside but this would just mean that they have strong boundaries and would only let in someone special. Someone with a lot of depth, a lot of love to give, empathetic, a very calming, soothing healing sort of presence. Very calm. Intelligent, mature and interesting. Very elegant, alluring, feminine. Something untouchable about them. But once in the relationship the love would be very deep, unconditional, familiar, safe, a meaningful relationship. scorpio, saturn, libra, virgo, cancer

Appearance: page of cups, page of pentacles, the lovers

Even though when it comes to personality he is attracted to maturity, when it comes to looks, he likes a cuter, more youthful appearance. Small, round face. Small features, shorter height, petite stature. Someone who has a softness and kindness to their looks, a purity. Someone with a dreamy, artistic, romantic and also safe, calming, natural appearance. I see flowers, stars, very dreamy almost fantasy type of look but it’s also in nature, in a very cozy place. Soft skin. Colorful clothes, purple, pink, green, blue. Creative artistic fashion. Smells good, especially flowery perfumes. pisces, taurus, cancer, mercury, virgo

Turn offs: the magician, 2 of wands, knight of swords

Manipulators, people who are too chatty, the business type of people, always concerned with money, profit, that sort of enterprising spirit. People who are disconnected from their emotions, with no artistic sense, people who are blunt, lacking in empathy, tactless, unable to understand others or care about them, selfish, aggressive, impulsive, fast paced. Overly ambitious people. aquarius, gemini, capricorn, aries

SEOK MATTHEW

Personality: knight of swords, 6 of wands, 9 of swords

He likes people who he can get a strong reaction from. People who are a bit impulsive, easily triggered, whose emotions run high, even people who can worry easily, people who enjoy attention and who are a bit proud. I think it’s because he enjoys teasing them, and he likes when someone responds to him. Someone quick to react, with a rather active mind. Active body too, someone more action oriented. Who enjoys activities and going out. Someone who can be really fun too. He likes this bickering old couple sort of dynamic. aries, leo, gemini, virgo, sagittarius

Appearance: queen of swords, 2 of swords, the tower

Someone quite intimidating, haughty, who could even look a bit mean. When it comes to outer appearance very elegant, sophisticated and stylish. But you can feel passion and even aggression boiling just under the surface. The type who can be an ice queen most of the time and throw big tantrums from time to time. Something a bit explosive about their aura. They are trying to keep it under control but you can feel they are triggered. XD Lots of jewelry and luxurious items. Rather tall or appears tall. Pouty lips, that sort of Bratz doll mouth. aries, leo, libra, scorpio, mars

Turn offs: queen of pentacles, king of swords, the devil

People who are too serious, stoic and controlled, who don’t have any spontaneity. Someone manipulative, who is trying to control him. He wants to pull the strings! XD I don’t think he is so manipulative in an unhealthy way, he is more teasing and funny, but he doesn’t like when it goes the other way around, when someone is like that with him, he wants to be the one in control. Anyone too toxic or unhealthy. saturn, capricorn, aquarius, pluto, negative scorpio

TAERAE

Personality: 7 of pentacles, 2 of wands, the star

I feel like his idea of relationships is mostly abstract and that he doesn’t really know exactly what he wants right now. But he would prefer to take it slow, so someone patient, observant, who would approach him carefully, he would probably want to feel the spark right away, but start off as friends. Yet he wants this person to be enterprising, to make the first step, to have a certain boldness, even if they would not force the relationship. Someone fun, inspiring, strong, confident, protective, positive who would give him hope and boost his confidence, and care for him, support him all the way. He would prefer his partner to be more experienced and the decision maker. leo, aquarius, cancer, jupiter

Appearance: page of cups, 9 of cups, the emperor

A soft more masculine sort of appearance, someone who looks very chill, welcoming, kind, but also confident and relaxed. Short hair, big smile. Nice teeth. Relaxed fashion or style. Commanding presence, maybe a more powerful physique. More androgynous in appearance. Soft facial features, full lips, big eyes, tan and soft skin. The color blue, white, turquoise, purple dreamy watery colors. pisces, taurus, aquarius, cancer

Turn offs: 5 of cups, 10 of cups, king of pentacles

Someone who wants to go too fast, who is too clingy, needy, codependent, he is not ready for a long term stable relationship right now. Maybe he had to turn down people who were very family oriented and traditional and wanted to build something long term with him, but it’s too early for him. So he would prefer someone more light hearted and who wouldn’t want to put any label to the relationship, something more free. taurus, cancer, pluto, saturn

RICKY

Personality: 4 of wands, 5 of wands, the fool

Cards kept falling down so probably he likes something a bit chaotic! XD Definitely someone very fiesty, fun loving, who likes to party and who laughs a lot, very lively. Someone who is competitive too, hot headed, action oriented, sporty. Energetic, who enjoys a lot of activities. Someone very spontaneous, passionate, and everyday with them feels like a new beginning, never boring. The chemistry is what matters the most, he needs to feel that spark, and he doesn’t mind a bit of drama if it keeps the passion alive. aries, sagittarius, leo, uranus

Appearance: 6 of pentacles, 6 of wands, 2 of wands

A more practical look, nothing too fancy. He prefers simplicity. Athleisure, mountain look, short hair or hair tied up in a bun, someone who looks like they are used to do things outdoors. Fit sturdy body, tan skin. A more natural look. Confident and mature. A bit fierce looking, strong eyebrows, sharper, stronger features. Warm coppery colors, brown, orange, red. mars, sagittarius, taurus, aries

Turn offs: ace of pentacles, 2 of pentacles, 3 of cups

Someone who is too focused on the practical, always thinking about money, only wants to do things that are useful, productive. Someone who never really loses control. Someone who is greedy and opportunistic. Someone who is a people pleaser. He also wants to feel the passion right away, so someone who appears to friendly lol, he needs that hot passion right off the bat. earth signs, libra, aquarius

GYUVIN

Personality: page of pentacles, the star, the high priestess

Someone very kind, helpful, feminine, soft, caring and practical. More discreet or shy, a bit mysterious. Positive. He could like a bookworm, think Belle from Beauty and the Beast. Someone who is doing their own thing, very compassionate, good with animals, who has a lot of culture and knowledge. Someone who is a bit spiritual or religious as well, who believes that something is looking out for them. Who would give him a lot of hope. A reassuring presence but at the same time someone he’d want to protect. Someone who likes to cuddle. virgo, pisces, cancer, jupiter

Appearance: 5 of cups, 7 of pentacles, queen of swords

Someone who looks a bit distant, melancholic, somber. Who could look a bit cold or even mean on the outside but he would feel that they are a wounded soul. Someone who is more of a loner, who doesn’t talk much, closed off body language. A more traditional asian beauty type, slender, pale skin, classy, long hair, clean looks, elegant, refined. Almond shaped eyes. capricorn, virgo, scorpio, aquarius

Turn offs: justice, page of wands, the hierophant

Someone who puts a lot of pressure on him, demands that he is perfect, is making all the decisions, is hypercritical, cold, punishing, acts like a parent, a figure of authority or a manager. He also doesn’t like someone either too adventurous, immature or unreliable or either too traditional, controlling, structured, he needs a balance of both. negative capricorn, sagittarius, saturn, taurus, aquarius

GUNWOOK

Personality: queen of wands, 7 of swords, the high priestess

He could be a bit impressionable and naive in relationships, because he tends to be attracted to tricksters, people who hide their true self or true intentions, who appear to him as very charismatic and over the top, could love bomb him. People with narcissistic tendencies, who could try to gaslight him so they have him under their influence. People who talk a lot of BS, who lie or distort the truth, exaggerate things to make themselves appear more impressive. People who can be domineering and arrogant, who don’t take no for an answer. negative sagittarius, leo, gemini, cancer, scorpio

Appearance: king of cups, queen of swords, 10 of pentacles

He is easily impressed by status, money or a strong, intimidating aura. Someone who could even look a bit fierce, cold, mean, but who has very magnetic intense eyes. A touch of darkness in their aesthetic. Luxurious brands, jewelry. Could prefer older partners. Someone who looks a bit extravagant or who has a signature sort of look. This could be a specific energy I’ve been picking up for him since the start of the reading. taurus, capricorn, scorpio

Turn offs: 8 of swords, page of pentacles, 7 of cups

Insecurity, shyness, someone who hides themselves from the world, who is more simple, humble in the way they present themselves and the life they want. Someone outside of the entertainment industry or who isn’t part of the elite. A misfit. Someone insecure who lacks confidence and self sabotage. With the 7 of cups showing up at the end, I feel like this is a clear indication that he is caught up in an illusion. He can’t see what’s behind the splendor of fame, money, luxury…etc. saturn, neptune, uranus

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bats4bruce · 29 days

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serein.

Summary: Returning home from the battlefield of Iraq, Sabrina finds herself adrift in a world she no longer recognizes. Battling demons both internal and external, she seeks solace in the company of her faithful companion, Zion, a German shepherd who has stood by her side through thick and thin. But when Sabrina's path crosses with that of the enigmatic billionaire Bruce Wayne, her life takes an unexpected turn. Drawn to each other by shared pain and a longing for connection, they find themselves entangled in a dangerous game of love and deception. As Sabrina grapples with her growing feelings for Bruce, she must also confront the demons of her past, including her former comrade-in-arms turned nemesis, the Joker. Unraveling the mystery of her own identity, Sabrina discovers that the line between hero and villain is not always clear-cut.

Warnings: Mentions of PTSD, self-harm, suicide, loss of a loved one, graphic depictions of torture, smut (not in this chapter), intense emotion, CC X OC, Already set female character. Mentions of war.

Extras: Hello! This is my own personal comic I've made! I really wanted to share it; I hope someone enjoys it! This follows the event of The Dark Night trilogy, but eventually, it just follows the basic comics. I love writing, and if anyone wants an 'X reader' request, let me know!! Please let me know what you think! The chapters will get longer as it goes on, just hard to start!

Word count: 1.76k

Prologue.

A sickly snap as the recoil pad of a rifle came into contact with the face of Major Sabrina Swayer, the man laughed as she let out a groan. Her eyes could only make out the sun shining in through the flaps of the small hut, it had been hours of this, getting hit & smacked by guns but it was nowhere as bad as it was going to get. The man retreated, engaging in a hushed conversation in a foreign tongue that echoed in aggression. Sabrina bound to a wooden chair, hunched forward in a desperate attempt to comprehend the situation. Beside her, Jack Napier, a fellow soldier at a lower rank, sat confined in a similar predicament.

Sabrina's heart raced, her mind calculating every possible move. She yearned to reach out to Jack, to assure herself of his safety, but instinct and training cautioned against drawing attention to him. Any interference might exacerbate their plight, subjecting Jack to heightened danger.

Listening intently to the captors' foreign dialogue, Sabrina cautiously worked on the rope that bound her hands together. The knot was crude, a rudimentary lariat loop, barely a match for her well-honed skills acquired through rigorous military training. Despite the urgency, she moved with deliberate precision, suppressing the urgency that gnawed at her, aware that any hasty action might trigger unwanted attention.

Focusing intently, Sabrina's fingers deftly navigated the bindings, methodically manipulating the coarse fibers, their edges chafing against her skin. The room's stifling air seemed to amplify the seconds ticking by, heightening the tension that coiled within her. Her senses sharpened, taking in every detail—the musty scent of mildew that lingered in the air, the creaking protest of the dilapidated chair beneath her, and the coarse texture of the rope as it gradually yielded to her careful manipulation. Jack's presence beside her, though silent, served as a reassurance amid the impending danger. Yet, Sabrina remained focused on her task, each practiced movement bringing her closer to freedom.

The foreign exchange among their captors escalated, voices rising in urgency. Sensing an opportune moment, Sabrina's persistence paid off as the last strand of the rope relented under her skillful hands. With a controlled breath, she subtly eased her hands free, concealing the newfound freedom beneath the cover of her body. The two men seemed to sense something outside and rushed without a second glance at Sabrina, who urgently went to her feet, untying them. "Napier." She harshly whispered as she stood. Sabrina's eyes were bloodshot, she was bleeding but the sources were too many to count. Adrenaline was the only thing she was running off, as bullets lodged in her shoulder seemed to be a reminder of the six hours she spent not doing a damn but taking the assault. Sabrina went behind the chair Jack sat, and though he was unresponsive, she untied him. His body slumped forward, and Sabrina was quick as she picked his body up. No pulse, as far as she could feel. She looked at his face, deep scars and blood painted him. Setting him down gently, Sabrina went and untied the fifteen other soldiers that decorated the room. Some alive, some dead… Some in between. The live soldiers were quick to help, and Sabrina gave them simple orders.

"Take the bodies, alive or dead, and drag them out. Wait for my signal, stay." Sabrina warned, before peeking her head out of the hut. It was a camp, not of military, just of men from a village most likely. The sun blinded her, and the air stunk. Sabrina's gear had been stripped off, leaving her weaponless. A man passed by, seemingly not noticing her, Sabrina pounced. Grabbing his neck, a sick crack was enough before she grabbed the handgun he held. A shot was fired from beside her, nearly hitting her, and she quickly shot back. The man fell, and his face exploded as more men came out to see the commotion.

Running towards her, she was outnumbered. Sabrina shot, fought, anything she could. Swiping the feet from under a few men, she shot them before their bodies touched the ground. Amid this hostile terrain, Sabrina held steadfast to her purpose, her mission etched in her determined gaze. Her task beckoned a singular objective that superseded the language barrier and the sweltering heat. Amidst the encroaching danger, her resolve remained unshaken, her focus unwavering on the goal ahead.

"Let's go," Sabrina exhaled, her voice strained as she stepped back into the shelter of the hut. The soldiers hurriedly gathered the wounded and deceased, their urgency a stark contrast to the tension that lingered in the air.

With a determined but steady hand, Sabrina approached Jack's motionless form once again, a rush of emotions flooding her at the sight. Her heart clenched in silent apprehension as she checked for signs of life, seeking solace in the faint flicker of hope. Feeling a faint pulse, relief washed over her, a fragile smile of gratitude playing on her lips. Gathering her resolve, she gently cradled Jack, his weight heavy against her, yet her determination to protect him outweighed the physical strain. With a firm grip and a sense of purpose, she hoisted him over her good shoulder.

Despite the inner turmoil raging around in her, Sabrina's focus remained fixed on the task at hand, her instincts driving her to protect her lower comrades at all costs. The weight of Jack's body served as a grim reminder. The line of soldiers filing out of the makeshift camp with their peers on their shoulders or backs was a sight to see. In war, it's a man-eats-man world and Sabrina had made sure each man in that fucking camp got bitten.

Major Swayer hadn't intended to be a part of this squad. As a green beret, her place was miles away, but life's twists and turns had led her here, amidst a group of low-level soldiers. The irony wasn't lost on her – how fate had a way of steering one's course unexpectedly. Separated by miles from her designated unit and unaccompanied by her trusted K9 companion, Zion—a rarity in itself—Sabrina found herself like this, bloodied and carrying her injured Jack.

The encounter with Jack in the quiet of the night had been innocuous, a mere check-in to ensure his well-being. Yet, unbeknownst to her, her presence hadn't gone unnoticed. Her misplaced visit had unwittingly drawn unwanted attention, setting off a chain of events she couldn't have foreseen. As she grappled with the consequences of her unintended actions, a storm of emotions raged within her. Regret gnawed at her, a bitter taste of remorse that mingled with a sense of responsibility for the situation that had unfolded. The weight of her mistake pressed heavily upon her shoulders, a burden she carried with a sense of deep regret.

Amidst the turmoil of emotions, there was a resolute determination etched in her expression. Sabrina's vow to herself echoed with unwavering resolve; she would never allow such a misstep again. The gravity of the moment embedded itself within her, a lesson learned in the harshest of circumstances—one she swore never to forget.

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lovelywooz · 2 years

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Kim Jungwoo - Enough

Hope you guys enjoy ! Not enough people write for Jungwoo so I only feel a little bit bad that most of my writing will probably be about him teehee! If you have any requests or would like to sat hi just send me a message and I’ll reply when I can :) otherwise please look forward to my next postings when they happen!

Word Count: 2.1k

Warning: This is VERY angsty. Mentions of past toxic and mean partners. Hurt-Comfort. All that good stuff.

Not comparing yourself to others is hard. But not comparing yourself to your immaculately perfect boyfriend? That is just plain impossible. You couldn’t possibly measure up.

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When you look at your boyfriend, it’s easy to tell why you love him. His laugh is contagious. He can brighten up a whole room with just his mere presence. He’s responsible and the hardest worker you’ve ever seen. And on top of all that, he is drop dead gorgeous. His delicate yet powerful frame compliments his fluffy hair and soft face. His tall stature doesn’t stop him from bending down uncomfortably just to rest a head on your shoulder. Simply put, he’s a total catch by anyones standards. And you’re so lucky to have him.

When you look at yourself, it’s hard to see the same value. Staring into your sullen eyes in the mirror, on nights like these you can’t help but wonder what he sees in you. How could someone so incredible really stay with someone as mediocre as you? Every day is like walking on eggshells, thinking endlessly on what to do to keep his interest and berating yourself when you do something that might be annoying. It’s a lot of effort to keep up the mask every day but if that’s what it takes then that’s what it takes. If he knew how much baggage you were carrying he would run away and never look back. You wash your face and try not to think about the way your fingers brush over a few forming blemishes on your skin.

You’ll never feel good enough for him.

You make your way downstairs to the dining room, adjusting the huge sweater draped over your frame on the way down. Its Jungwoo’s of course. You just couldn’t resist the idea of having his smell swathed around you and he didn’t seem to mind. You wished you could even be half as comforting to him but you doubt that. Sitting down at the dinner table, you look over the many steaming side dishes scattered about.

It was Jungwoo’s turn to cook dinner tonight. You’ve been trading off every other day as of this month. That way if he didn’t enjoy your food anymore he would only have to eat it for a few nights a week and he wouldn’t be burdened cooking for both of you every night. He’s probably so tired after work and you learned from a previous partner that if dinner isn’t consistently on the table, they would go eat dinner with someone else.

You hope that your little arrangement is a good enough compromise for Woo.

Your mind wanders back to this morning when you asked what he had in mind and he insisted he cook korean food for you. “I miss my mom’s cooking sometimes. I’m not nearly as good as her but… I really want to make something extra nice for you sweetheart”. He looked deep into your eyes, as if searching for something you couldn’t quite figure out. “Okay babe sounds great” you say, absentmindedly breaking eye contact while fixing your outfit in the mirror. You wear it all the time and yet it feels like it doesn’t look as nice as it used to.

You recall the time an ex of yours told you, “you’re too clingy in the morning, just leave me the fuck alone and do your routine and I’ll do mine”.

You don’t say anything more so as not to disturb Jungwoo while he brushes his teeth and fixes his fluffy hair. You want to reach out and brush your fingers over it so badly the way you used to, but you decide it would probably just piss him off. You gave him a short kiss before heading downstairs and out the front door, leaving him standing alone in your shared bathroom.

Jungwoo’s hands fall from his hair to the counter as he hears the door firmly shut. He wipes the mist from his eyes and tries to stop biting his nails before making his way out the door as well.

“… Well it’s not gonna jump onto your plate by itself sweetie”. Jungwoo broke you out of your thoughts with a weak laugh.

“Oh yeah. Sorry ha ha!” You move your chopsticks towards the dakgalbi thats wafting an irresistible aura and grab a few pieces to set on your small dish of rice. “I’ve been spacing out a bit lately.”

“You’ve been spacing out, a lot, lately actually.” Jungwoo clears his throat and stands up a bit from his seat to grab some kimchi. “Sorry. That came out weird... I’m just a little… well I’m worried about you.” He shoves the food in his mouth with gusto then opens it back up to regulate the temperature and swallows after a while. Leaving a very uncomfortable silence. He suddenly sets down his chopsticks and sits ramrod straight.

“I’m worried about us”.

You nearly choked on the rice you had only just started chewing.

“I didn’t want to do this now. I’m sorry I just can’t wait any longer I’ve been so worried lately”. He picks his hands up from the table almost confusedly and then brings them down to his knees, rubbing them quickly. He brings them back up in a matter of seconds though, in favor of running his hands through his hair fervently. His eyes are shifting anywhere but yours. All the habits he shows when he’s most nervous. “Did I do something wrong? Because you just don’t seem as happy to see me lately and, and I feel like, every time I compliment you or kiss you or touch you or anything you just”, he swallows heavily in an attempt to keep his voice from quivering, “You just, hate it. Like you barely even look at me anymore. I thought maybe it was just an off day or two for you, but it’s been weeks now”.

You open your mouth to speak, to offer him some explanation that would hopefully make it all better, but are pointedly interrupted by him. “No- I’m not done”, he stands up from his seat at the table and paces around for a moment before turning to face you directly, “I have to know. Don’t sugar coat it”. He looks up at the ceiling, takes a deep breath, and asks a question you couldn’t have prepared yourself for.

“You don’t love me anymore, do you?”

What. How could this have happened? The love of your life, in tears in front of you, because he thinks you don’t love him anymore? Him. In all his perfection. In all his kindness and intelligence. The man you’ve obsessed over night and day for years, finding a new detail to love about him every week. Of course you still love him, you’ve never doubted it for even a second. How could you have possibly made him think any differently? You’ve been controlling your actions so carefully so as not to disturb or annoy him. Where could it have gone wrong?

You then remember all the times you’ve said no to dates recently because you didn’t “feel like going out” when in reality you felt too guilty to let him waste even a bit of his hard earned money on you. The times you’ve skipped over romance movies and tv shows he suggests to watch together because they remind you you can’t offer him the fairytale love he deserves. All the nights he’s gently slid a hand up your thigh in bed and you pretended to be asleep because you felt like your body wasn’t pretty enough. Not calling him on the way home from work this week because you’ve been bawling your eyes out on the drive home in fear of losing him.

Oh god. The awful realization hits you all at once.

You’ve been so worried about holding him back. About hurting him. About your love not being enough. So focused on ‘fixing’ every insecurity in a desperate attempt to prove your worth to yourself and to him. So mixed up inside all of that, that the love you’ve been giving him all but dried up. And you upset him regardless. You failed.

“You’re not saying anything damn it why are you not saying anything?!” He is full on sobbing now when you come back to reality. “I love you so much. I don’t want anyone else so just please don’t leave me. I don’t know what I did to push you away but I’ll do anything to have you back. It’s only you. It’s only you…” His desperate pleading trails off as the scalding hot tears stream heavily down his face.

The tears have started in your eyes now as you finally speak. “Jungwoo… I love you so much. I love you just as much as I ever have. I’m head over heels for you. I never meant to make you feel this way I am so, so sorry.” You stand up from your chair as well and walk so slowly towards him. “The truth is, I just- I-“ you’re floundering against the tightness in your throat. Why is this so difficult?

“I feel like I’m not enough for you.”

He looks up from his arms. Oceans still rising underneath his eyes.

“I have so much baggage. From experiences and relationships that I’ve been too scared to tell you about. I just didn’t want to chase you away when you found out how messed up I am. I’m so scared to love because I don’t know how to do it correctly and I’m scared that I will create something that only hurts you. I still can’t even fathom how you could love someone like me. I’ve been agonizing all this time trying to be the best partner for you but I still can’t even do that right. Someone as perfect and beautiful as you deserved so much more than me.” You move a hand up to wipe his teary eyes, not realizing how much closer you are now than when you started. “So I hid everything. And pretended like it never happened. I decided to hide at first and maybe open up later but the years just caught up to me and the stakes grew higher and higher as I saw how amazing you are and fell so far in love with you that the idea of losing you because of my incompetence with love was just not an option anymore.” At some point he must have put his arms around you, because you register his comforting scent all around and feel your forehead land against his chest so softly as if it were a feather.

“How long, have you been feeling this way?” His voice is hoarse and soft from crying but he seems to have gained some control over his tear ducts. “I mean like- how long has it been building up inside?”.

“I don’t know. It’s been much worse lately. I’m so sorry Jungwoo.” Your answer will have to suffice for now because your throat is aching terribly from holding back your tears. You’re the one who hurt him, how could you possibly be letting Him comfort You? Once again you feel like you’re bringing him down. You can hear the harsh words and brutal truths from your previous partners nipping at your mind again. Only this time, his voice is there to break your spiraling.

“I forgive you. I know you didn’t mean to hurt me. But there’s one thing that you should hear. If nothing else.” He brings you out of his arms to look him in the eye, making sure that you are holding his gaze by placing one hand on your cheek and the other on your shoulder. You’re expecting him to be so angry with you. This is the part where he leaves you forever. You’ve neglected him. You’ve inconvenienced him. You’ve ignored him. And-

“I don’t care what they told you about yourself. Whoever they are. I fucking love-“ his voice breaks in his sincerity, “I love you. I love everything about you. They way you love is perfect just the way it is. You’re my favorite part of life. And if this is something that we have to work on, then we will work on it together. We will get through this. But we can’t do that if you don’t talk to me. You have to let me in. I’m here to help you now. I’m not like them.”

Your body has a physical reaction to his words. They shoot up your spine like an electric shock and land right where your heart is. Never before in your life have you heard someone talk about you with such conviction. You can feel some part of your emotional walls crumbling away. The way he holds you like a treasure. The way he looks at you with more devotion than you can even fathom. Suddenly the voices of your exes get quieter.

“I love you so much sweetheart. You don’t have to be perfect. All you have to do is be yourself. You will Always be more than enough for me.” He presses his soul to yours in the form of a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“I love you too Woo, I love you so much.” The dakgalbi is cold, but your hearts are so warm. In this moment you know for certain now. As long as you have each other,

Everything is going to be okay.

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amistytown · 2 years

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Paradise

Genre: smut, fluff, & comfort

Pairing: Leviathan & MC

Warnings: afab reader, roleplaying (Levi as the Lord of Shadow and reader as Henry), finishing inside, Levi is slightly possessive, he only has one dick to make it easier on myself, his tail makes a brief appearance, cringe worthy dialogue, top Levi, bottom reader (a subtle switch in dynamics at the end), honestly I just see them as two lovers who simply enjoy taking care of each other, MDNI. Please let me know if I missed anything!

I never thought I’d write smut, but here we are! I didn’t intend to share it or write as much I did; will probably be my first and last time lol. Thanks to @bibliosophist for reading it over, providing feedback, and giving me the courage to post it! As always, I apologize for any spelling or grammatical errors that may have gone unnoticed. Thank you to those who take the time to read and comment on my work; it’s greatly appreciated ♥

Peace and quiet greets the Avatar of Envy, welcome after a day spent in lines and crowds, the din of the convention hall wearing on his nerves despite his excitement. Leviathan misses his room, Henry’s tank and dim lighting, the familiarity a comfort he can seldom find elsewhere. Though the hotel suffices, the otherwise bleak and too empty room home with you there to accompany him. Your presence is bright and soothing, his human quelling his anxieties with a loving smile as you shrug off your cloak, unlacing your tunic and allowing the finely crafted fabric to slip down your shoulder. The mere sight of your skin sends his heart aflutter, igniting a fire that spreads from his head to the tips of his toes.

The compliments his costumes received never ceased to amaze him, chest swelling with pride as people flocked to admire his handiwork, long days and sleepless nights proving their worth. Each stitch held his blood, sweat, and tears, a testament of his love and dedication to The Tale of the Seven Lords. He ensured every detail captured Christopher Peugeot’s vision, anything less than perfect unacceptable, especially for the biggest TSL fan in all three realms. He marveled at his creation, an outfit truly befitting a hero such as Henry, but you brought his fantasies to life. His eyes followed you, blind to everyone except his human, watching how your cloak fell around your shoulders and pooled at your ankles. Even now he stares while you remove your gloves, another wave of desire crashing over him.

“Levi?” you call, and he swallows, throat unbearably dry when he finally meets your gaze.

“Lord of Shadow,” he corrects, otherwise he might lose his composure.

A pretty blush dusts your cheeks, giving him the confidence to close the distance between you and pull you into his embrace, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. You smell and feel heavenly, and he swears he falls in love with you once again, deeper and harder than the day before. If only he could put his love and adoration into words, but even if he found his voice there are few that come near to expressing the intensity of his emotions, his affections for you greater than anything he’s experienced in his long life.

“Lord of Shadow,” you breathe, fanning the flames further and lending him the strength to slip his hands under your shirt to delight in the warmth and softness of your skin, drawing a gasp that causes his heart to skip a beat. They tremble as they slide up the gentle planes of your stomach to caress your breasts, squeezing and kneading them between his fingers, nipples pebbling at the contact. How can he of all demons evoke such a response, someone as disgusting as him drawing pretty cries from your lips at the simplest touch? It drives him mad.

“You garnered the attention of many today. Lustful gazes following your every move. How dare they entertain the mere thought of glancing your way,” he growls, envy flaring. The ridiculous amount of Lord of Corruption cosplayers that arrogantly smirked in your direction and asked for photos made his blood boil. As did the Lord of Fools who seemed so greedy for your attention, and the Lord of Flies who looked absolutely ravenous, eyes shining when they spotted you in the crowd. You deserve the praise, however, their blatant flirting and disregard of boundaries quickly wore his patience thin. You’re his Henry—you demand respect. “Though I cannot deny I don’t understand the temptation.”

“Even so, I swore my loyalty to you, my lord.”

“And I’m forever grateful. You’re so special, Henry.” Already his chest heaves, and he pants loudly against your shoulder, cock twitching painfully in his trousers. Only you make him this desperate, head spinning at the slightest brush of your fingers and the way your body leans into his, wanting all this shut-in has to offer. “Sometimes I wish I could keep you all to myself.”

“I’m yours,” you choke out, inhaling sharply as he continues to play with your tits, enjoying how they fill and rest in the palms of his hands. “No matter the time apart or distance between us my heart belongs to you.”

“I know. I could never doubt you. A-and I am yours if you’ll have me.” Although you yearn for him like he does you, he still becomes bashful, face completely red and eyes downcast; he’s an absolute mess and you’re to blame.

“With each day that passes I want you more than the last,” you reply sweetly, and he about loses himself right then and there.

“My Henry,” he sighs with a frantic roll of his hips. “You’re so cute.”

In the heat of the moment, he practically tears your shirt from your body, no longer concerned about the time and effort he put into its creation with you laid bare before him. Taking care to admire the slope of your shoulders and arch of your back, a delightful shiver runs the length of your spine as he maps out every dip and curve, placing a chaste kiss to the nape of your neck. His breath catches in his throat the instant you turn to him, the demon’s pupils blown wide and drool shamelessly collecting at the corner of his mouth at your disheveled appearance; hair mussed, face flushed, and lips parted in longing. A necklace hangs between your breasts, a rustic silver engraved with the Lord of Shadow’s emblem, marking you his.

“Can I?”

Leviathan fails to realize he’s lost in his thoughts until he hears you, soul returning to his body. He nods, hoping he can remember how to breathe lest he dies where he stands.

Shuddering at your touch, he wills himself to relax, the tension easing from his muscles as you lovingly massage his neck and shoulders and work at unfastening his belt and cloak. He wears many layers, yet you patiently remove each one, worshiping what lays underneath. You smile, and he returns the gesture albeit shyly, his heart pounding faster and harder the closer you come to disrobing him. A dark blush blooms across his chest, and your hands follow the path it creates over his pecs and down his abs, stroking the fine line of hair there. He can’t stop the moan that rips through him, enveloping you in his arms to keep you from wandering lower, fearing he’ll fall apart at any second if you do.

Time comes to a standstill, your skin seeming to burn away at his own, and he selfishly wishes for more, unafraid to let the fire consume him—begging for it even. You’re hot, your heart leaping from your chest to rattle his bones as your arms wrap around his neck, tongue tracing the bob of his Adam’s apple to place featherlight kisses along his jaw. Eagerly capturing your lips, he whines into your mouth, and you shiver, breath hitching at the drag of his fangs across delicate flesh. You taste wonderful, better than Heaven. He can’t believe that you’re his and he’s yours; he’d fight the entire Celestial army again if it meant he could have you like this, ending up here and never looking back.

“My lord’s love is unrivaled,” you murmur. “I’m honored to be chosen by you. Someone so caring, understanding, and passionate. You deserve the world, my friend.”

All he can do is groan, kissing down your chest and guiding you onto the bed, the mattress dipping below you. The atmosphere is stifling, pleasantly so, and he’s almost ashamed of the precum leaking from his tip and soaking his boxers. His cock continues to strain against his pants, bulge perfectly outlined by the thin material, drawing your attention; your darkened gaze electrifying him. Is he dreaming, he wonders, nudging a knee between your quivering thighs, studying your blissful expression and the rapid rise and fall of your chest. He considers himself nothing more than a disgusting reclusive otaku, unworthy of your time and affections, but you love him, accepting him without hesitation.

“Let me take care of you,” you say, rubbing calming circles into his thigh; he grabs your wrist as you tug on his pants.

“Ah, w-wait!” he stammers, quickly stealing himself. “A-allow me to reward you for your services, hero.” You reach up to cup his face in your hands, and he presses a kiss to your palm. “I want to show you how much I value your friendship, H-Henry. May I?”

“Yes.” Your reply is barely above a whisper, his entire body throbbing with need.

Where does he start? He wants all of you.

Leaning forward to kiss you far too eagerly, he leaves a trail of kisses to your breasts, serpentine tongue circling a nipple and eliciting a lovely moan. Fingers tangle in his hair as he listens to your breaths, noticing how they grow faster and heavier, body arching up into every lick and suck of his mouth. The other does not go untouched, your cute tits swollen and glistening once he pulls away, leaving you whimpering for more.

“My lord . . .”

“Trust me, Henry,” he assures, hooking his fingers in the waistband of your pants and tugging them over your hips. “Your lord will prove to you that your bravery is appreciated. Far, far more than you’ll ever know.” Slowly, he pulls your bottoms down your legs, shaking uncontrollably as he uncovers more and more skin. He worships every inch of you along the way, kissing your thighs, admiring your calves and how your muscles ripple in response. You’re breathtaking.

He aches, that fire simmering beneath the surface threatening to set him alight, but is determined to love you thoroughly before giving in to his desires. Knowing you this intimately is a dream come true, and he will never pass up the opportunity to ravage your mind, body, and soul, hoping you feel completely and utterly loved once he’s finished. You entrust yourself to him, believing in him entirely, thighs parting to allow him into your delicious heat. Not a single anime or video game could prepare him for this—a love he couldn’t begin to fathom until he met you. Years ago he never imagined being here, softly kissing your knee, skin erupting in gooseflesh, as he marvels at how wet you are, underwear damp and clinging to your pussy. Your heady scent encircles him, his mouth watering while he slides them off with trembling hands.

“Oh, Henry,” he nearly chokes. “You’ll be the death of me.”

Slipping his fingers between your folds, they become shiny and slick with your juices, making obscene sounds as he teases your slit—so sticky, sweet, and beautiful. He paces himself, memorizing the puffiness of your lips and the softness of your clit pulsing beneath his fingertips, stroking the bundle of nerves until you’re gasping, frantically chasing his movements. This is absolutely sinful, an angel as lovely as you being tainted by someone so vile, coming undone before he’s had the chance to sheath himself deep inside you. All too quickly you cry out, pretty hole fluttering and leaking onto the sheets, slight tremors wracking your body. He peppers your face in kisses, easing you down from your high.

“Please—”

“I’m not done with you yet, Henry,” he promises. Gathering your wetness on his fingers, he circles your hole, watching you quiver in anticipation. Your eyes widen, head thrown back as he sinks them into your core, steadily pumping them in and out, stretching you carefully. The sudden curl of his fingers has you crying, hips pushing down in desperation, and he worries he’ll combust at any minute. Reluctantly, he draws himself from your warmth although you try to keep him there, walls so tight and soft. He considers apologizing, despising your heartbroken expression, but he’s sure you’ll enjoy what comes next.

“Worry not,” he shushes. “I’ll take care of you, hero. You’re so cute like this. At your lord’s mercy.” He leans back, cold without you close, but promptly pulls his cock from his pants, precum coating his hands. Jumping at your moan, he wonders if he’ll last long enough, afraid the slightest touch will send him over the edge.

“Levi . . .”

“Lord of Shadow,” he practically whines.

“Ah, Lord of Shadow.”

“Patience.” He swallows, collecting himself. You’re so cute, looking at him so lovingly, wanting him to fill you to the brim and stretch you until you’re at your limits. “You’re insatiable,” he hums, lining himself with your entrance. “Such a,” he gasps as he pushes into you, deliberate and slow in spite of his need to have you around him fully. “Such a troublesome human. Nevertheless, I love you so.”

He’s definitely burning alive, breathless and whimpering with drool dribbling down his chin, too far gone to mind; enchanted by you, your love and the way you wrap your legs around his waist, forcing him deeper. You envelop him perfectly. Perhaps, he muses, you truly are made for each other, two pieces of the same puzzle, unable to envision a life without you—you are special, the only one for him, the only one who makes his heart burst and consumes his thoughts day after day. This is not the first time, yet you’re always tighter, wetter, and softer than he remembers, bringing him to the brink of insanity and absolute bliss.

Building a rhythm, gradual and precise, he savors the feel of you—like velvet—being split open with each thrust of his hips, your hands roaming over his shoulders and chest, taking his breath away. You’re gorgeous whether you’re straddling him—bouncing cutely in his lap—crushing his head between your legs, or writhing beneath him, body covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Regardless, he’s making love to his human, fingers digging into the meat of your thighs as you guide him into another kiss, licking into his mouth and devouring his moans. Heat rises, surging at the base of his spine. He can’t hold back much longer.

“My lord is most gracious. The greatest in all the realms. I’m proud to serve you,” you sob, tears spilling down your cheeks. “I love you. I swear—I swear it.”

Overcome with emotion, he quickens his pace, tears clouding his vision. They fall, wetting your face, and he can taste them on his tongue when he kisses you, resting his forehead against your own.

“Levi, Levi, Levi. . .” You sing, gripping him tightly. “Leviathan. . . !”

“My human. My Henry. Mine.”

The necklace catches the light, swinging from your neck in tandem with his thrusts, which have become rough and sloppy in his haste. Grabbing your hand, he threads your fingers together, the erratic creak of the bed growing louder, headboard hammering against the wall. He sees how taut your body is, hips slamming up into his, squeezing his hand for dear life as you clench around him, stomach muscles rippling with the force of your orgasm. You look and feel divine in the throes of passion, your hold on him causing Leviathan to spiral, pushing him to the point of no return.

“I love you. I love you. I love you, MC!” he cries in abandon, his release overwhelming him; hips stuttering and dick pulsing as his fangs sink into your shoulder.

Collapsing on top of you, head on your chest and an arm around your waist, he holds you close. His ears are ringing, heart racing, and the feel of your fingers running gently through his hair grounds him. You stay like that for a while. Hot and sweaty but in love, and he’s never been more at peace in his life than when he’s beside you.

“Are you okay?” you speak quietly, brushing away the last of his tears.

“Omg, t-that was amazing,” he sniffles. “You’re amazing.” Absentmindedly, he raises his hand for a high five, instantly regretting how horribly weird and downright cringe he is, but you immediately return the sentiment.

“You make me feel amazing.” You clap his hand, interlocking your fingers. “I love you.” The hair on his neck stands up as you kiss his knuckles and the back of his hand down to his wrist where your lips linger over the frenzied pounding of his pulse.

The embers glow in the aftermath, smoldering and rekindling the flames, blazing through his body. “I-I-I l-l-love you too!” he shouts, dizzy and still intoxicated by your love. Dark horns, glittering and twisting, sit like a thorny crown upon his head, the smooth scales of his tail running across your skin to wind around your leg. In between your thighs is warm, the tip of his tail swirling in his cum that drips from your hole to tease your entrance, making you sigh.

“C-can we stay like this a little bit longer?” he blurts out, hiding his face behind his hand. “I t-totally understand if—”

“I’d like that.”

Crawling onto his lap, you trace the sharp edges of his horns, gently massaging from the tips to the base. Your touch is calming, his eyes fluttering shut at the contact, basking in your affections. Every day he counts his blessings, grateful for you and all you do for him, the confidence he’s found thanks to your love and unwavering support. You really are an angel in every sense of the word, his light in the darkness, your mouth paradise as it sucks at the scales on his neck, stoking the fire in his gut. The Lord of Shadow is a fantastic character, his story and bond with Henry inspiring, but this time Leviathan wants to be himself; after all, you help him believe he’s more than enough.

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intothewestwing · 2 months

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Ch 8- If I Can't Love Her

While Belle explored the hidden passages and their secrets, The Beast had made his way into the kitchens himself- a place he'd rarely been.

It was warm, bright, and filled with laughter and the echoes of timeless conversations between the castle staff. At least, it was, until his looming presence became known. A hush fell over the room and laughter died as he entered. An awkward silence hung in the air until someone spoke.

"Your grace!" A woman's voice said, startled. As she stepped forward, the burning fire of the ovens reflected off her translucent skin. The Beast marveled at her as he realized her body was completely made of a teal colored glass, much like many of the vases scattered throughout the castle. She seemed so fragile, much like some of the other servants, but at first glance, it almost looked as if she were made of ice.

Sybille was once a lady's maid, an expert of royal fashion across France. She was up to date on the latest trends, which make-up styles to try, and what hairstyles were out of season in the courts. Now, she wasted away, like all the others, cursed to be nothing but a decoration.

Though she was confident around the royal household, she'd had her fair share of run-ins with the prince, and the kitchen was the last place she'd ever expected him to be. With his regular rotation of staff attending to other duties, she had no choice but to spare the outspoken children in the room and tend to whatever The Beast needed.

"How may we be of service, your highness?" She offered a small curtsy, and the rest of the staff followed in suit.

Beast scanned the room, and without engaging in eye contact, he spoke his demands.

"A dinner tray. Two plates. Two cups of wine."

If Belle would not come to dinner, he thought, I will bring dinner to her. Perhaps it wasn't too late to start over.

Sybille turned to face her peers, and ushered for them to begin preparing the requested meals. As the staff followed suit, Sybille thought to distract their master while he waited, as he insisted on apparently standing in the middle of the kitchens.

"Is the other plate for our guest?" She asked as she pulled a chair for him to sit, to which Beast did not acknowledge. "Perhaps I shall...tidy you up a bit while we wait?"

Did she actually suggest she could make me look better? He thought, as he silently watched the staff scurry about, fulfilling his requests.

Luckily, they still had leftover food from their previous attempt at dinner that evening, so it didn't take too long to fill two plates, two cups, and a tray filled with goods for the unlikely pair to enjoy. As they made their final touches, Sybille spoke again, against her better judgement.

"Although it is not my place to insert myself, might I suggest a gentle approach? A soft knock at the door? A smile, perhaps?"

The Beast turned to face the eager servant as he was handed his requested tray.

"You're right." He spoke plainly.

She grinned at his approval.

"It isn't your place."

Sybille's smile faded as The Beast exited the kitchens and headed toward The East Wing.

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The dinner made by the castle staff was divine. It was all of a sudden clear to her that they were the life of the dreary castle, and as if they'd been waiting just for her, they each welcomed her to their home with open arms- which was a much more pleasant welcome than the one The Beast had provided.

It wasn't just a simple dinner, either. It was a performance. Though she was just a simple farm girl at their table, they each made sure to treat her like royalty. She didn't grow up terribly poor, as her father always made sure there was food on their table, but there were occasional nights where their bread and potatoes weren't enough.

If only Papa could taste this food now, she thought.

If dinner was going to be like this every night, she'd have a much easier time settling in to her new life at the castle. And that was the goal of this dinner; Lumiere thought it best that they pull out all the stops to show she wasn't a prisoner, but a guest.

As quickly as the first course arrived, empty dessert plates left the dining room and back to the kitchens to be scrubbed and polished.

With a satisfied sigh, Belle sunk in her seat.

"What do you think, Mademoiselle?" Lumiere appeared behind her chair, and offered his metallic 'hand'.

"Oh, Lumiere, that was incredible." She exhaled, before taking his hand and following him back into the kitchens. As if she were royalty, the staff began bowing and curtseying at her entrance.

"Please, you don't need to do that." She shook her hands anxiously. "I am one of you now, and I cannot thank you enough for what you've done for me tonight."

"Yes, yes, good show everyone." A nasally voice picked up, belonging to none other than the head of staff, Cogsworth.

He clapped his hands together, and a chime rang out from what Belle could only assume was his abdomen. "And would you look at the time! Off to bed with you, mademoiselle!"

"Bed? After all that excitement? I couldn't possibly go now." She laughed joyously. "I'd love to take a look around, if that's alright."

"Absolutely not-"

"Why of course!" Lumiere interrupted, linking his arm with hers. Knowing that The Beast could be lurking anywhere, his confidante knew it would be best to keep her away from The West Wing at all costs.

"Mind if we join? My friend, here, gives an amazing tour of the castle, you see." He gestured suggestively at Cogsworth.

"Is that so?" Belle raised a brow. "It is my first time in an enchanted castle, after all."

"Enchanted!" Cogsworth chuckled. "My dear, it is much more magical than you might think."

With Cogsworth swayed into Lumiere's plan, the trio began their tour thru the dining room, and out into the grand hall.

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As Sybille had suggested, The Beast knocked gently on the doors to the queen's suite, expecting a response from his new guest. But when she didn't answer his calls, he broke the lock by force and entered the room to find no sign of Belle.

Just a single, opened door to the servants' passageways.

He almost followed the passage to investigate further, until he heard the sounds of voices coming from the hallways behind him, echoing from the grand hall.

Beast set the tray of food down on the writing desk, and exited the suite to spy on the group. This was often how he lived his life- watching others interact, while he hid in the shadows. The Prince had already burdened them with the curse, it was only fair that he stay away from the majority of them, until the curse was finalized.

And what he saw now was a sight he'd never seen; Belle was smiling and laughing with Lumiere as Cogsworth led them on their tour of the castle. He couldn't hear exactly what they laughed about, but with Lumiere's arm linked with Belle's, The Beast felt what could only be a sting of jealousy.

He knew there was no harm in this small act, but it pained him that he'd never be able to make Belle smile like that. She'd never light up as he entered a room. She wouldn't miss him if he were gone. She-

"Oh Lumiere, it's all so beautiful! I had no idea!" Belle remarked, then sighed.

"If only he weren't here."

This hurt like a stab to the chest. Beast felt the air catch in his throat as he felt any hope of her approval leave his body. Of course she'd made up her mind. How could he be so foolish as to think she'd ever consider him anything more than the monster he was?

He watched as their shadows disappeared into another part of the castle, before he leapt down the staircase and sulked back into The West Wing.

It was hopeless. She could never love him, that was clear.

Like a fish on a hook, all he could think to do was let her go. It would just be more painful to let everyone believe they had a chance at breaking the spell. That he had a chance of anyone loving him as he was.

Come morning, he'd tell her she was free to go.

#beauty and the beast #beautyandthebeast #beauty and the beast retelling #fairytale retelling #batb disney #beautyandthebeast fanfic #beauty and the beast fic #batb au #batb

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artycreaty · 1 year

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A Gentle Touch

Hello, @faru-itsok! I am your @dcmksecretsanta for this year! 🎅🏻 🎁 (or rather, last year because it’s already 2023 aaaaaaa I’m very very sorryyyyyy!🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️)

Here it is, your gift! I had to cut it in half because I didn’t want to keep you waiting any longer!

Wishing you a very Merry belated Christmas/Happy Holidays and a Happy New Year 2023! May 2023 bring you hope, creativity and health! 🎆 📣 ✨

Special thanks to Raka ( @rakashith ) for your thoughts and advices, and @blenderfullasarcasm for beta-ing this fic, and also thanks to @mirrorfalls for giving me the idea to start writing this work! Thank you all, you’ve helped me a BUNCH!

And also Special Thanks to the host Sabrina for being patient with me and also for being very understanding! Thank you for hosting this event, I’ve enjoyed every gifts everyone shared! 💜Now then, please enjoy the first part! I’m currently in process of writing the second part! 💜 ✨

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Chapters: 1/2

Rating: General Audiences

Words: 3.9k

Characters: Kuroba Kaito | Kaitou Kid, Nakamori Aoko

Additional Tags: DCMK Secret Santa, Secret Santa, Gift Fic, Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Humor, i guess?, Dessert & Sweets, Touch-Starved, Forehead Touching, Swearing, a bit - Freeform

Summary:

Humans bond through physical touch. Hugging and other forms of nonsexual touching causes your brain to release oxytocin, known as the ‘bonding hormone’. From the day we are born till the day we die, our need for physical contact remains. Giving and receiving physical touch has the power to heal more than a broken heart.

Aoko doesn’t understand why Kaito is avoiding her, and she resolves to do something about it.

Kaito has been avoiding Aoko lately.

Well, not quite like that - they see each other everyday. Aoko will whack him with her mop if Kaito even so much as tries to avoid Aoko’s presence. No, it’s not that.

Kaito has been avoiding skin-to-skin contact with Aoko. No, not like that, either, would you get your damn minds out of the gutter, please!

It’s just…

Aoko and Kaito have been best friends for as long as she can remember, from the moment Kaito gave her that beautiful blue rose under that clocktower. Since then, they’ve gone through everything together, holding hands most of the time. They’ve always had skin-to-skin contact, whether it be hand holding or hugging or teasing touches. They’re also used to touching the other’s forehead with their own for reassurances when they’re down sometimes.

For example, if Kaito ever sees someone performing street magic, his mind turns to his father, and his eyes lose their light a little. Aoko always notices, and she'll poke his cheek in a teasing but grounding way or hold his hand to bring Kaito out of his slump before it goes any deeper. Kaito, in turn, gives Aoko pats on the head and thus teasingly messes up her hair, which will bring Aoko’s head back to the present. He also holds Aoko’s hand whenever they both feel like it.

She doesn’t mind it. And she knows Kaito feels the same.

However, since starting high school, their skin-to-skin touches have lessened slightly. Aoko hadn’t thought of it much, because they were both so busy with school and after school clubs that they hadn’t had time to catch up with each other as often as they’d liked.

Even still, they’d touched each other whenever they had the chance to. Aoko likes having skin-to-skin contact with her best friend.

Please read the rest on the link (AO3)!

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ikeromantic · 2 years

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Heya!!

I adore the way you write and understand the characters, and so I was wondering if you'd be comfy with indulging me about a little request of mine - ikevamp Leonardo da Vinci x a chubby inexperienced MC? 👀 I melt at even the tiniest of touches and I'm wondering how this lovely scoundrel would deal with someone like that. In any case, I hope you're doing swell!!💕

This was harder than I expected! I considered going very very spicy with it but I don't know how old nonnie is so . . . approx. 1000 words of Leo and some light touches. A little spicy!

Leonardo found his compagna in the library. She was curled up in a chair, reading. He stood there for a moment, studying her. His cara was not a traditional beauty, he knew, but he found her alluring. Her soft curves, the slight roundness of her sweet face, the curl of her hair against her cheek. She was perfect.

And perfectly oblivious to his presence. She hadn’t looked up yet. Must be a good story, he thought. Leo cleared his throat, but she still didn’t twitch, except to turn the page. He moved to stand beside her chair, letting his fingertips graze her shoulder through the fabric of her dress.

“Wahh!” She nearly threw her book in surprise. “L-leo!”

“You didn’t notice me, cara?” He put his hand over his heart. “I’m hurt.”

She gave a soft laugh. “Well I am noticing you now!” Her hand brushed her shoulder where he’d touched her.

Leonardo didn’t miss the wistful gleam in her eye or the tender lift at the edges of her lips as she traced the same path his fingers had. Funny, as he hadn’t meant anything with it particularly. But his compagna was clearly affected. Was it only the surprise? Or perhaps her shoulder was very sensitive. He felt the sting of curiosity and the temptation to tease.

“So, what did you need?” She set the book down, careful to mark her place.

“Just to see you.” He moved to sit in the chair across from her, ‘accidentally’ letting his hand brush hers.

Her skin dimpled lightly where it met his. She tucked her hand into her lap with a little breath. “Th-that’s very sweet. I thought you were busy today helping Isaac. Or I would have come to find you.”

“We already finished. He left with Sebas to order the parts for this new counting machine.” Leo leaned forward and set his hand on her knee. There were at least three layers of cloth between them, but he could still feel her warmth and the pulse of life beneath.

“Oh?” She shifted as if to press her leg closer to his touch and then froze. Her eyes darted to the window as heat crept up her cheeks. “I - ah - th-that’s great.” She cleared her throat. “So what did you want to do for the rest of the day?”

Leonardo chuckled. “I have a few ideas.” He let his eyes caress her curves, following the plush lines of her body, the swell of her breasts and hips, the slight gather of fabric between her thighs.

“Want to share?” She glanced at him shyly, still not turning her head to face him.

“More than you know.” He grinned. Leo let the tip of his index finger draw a line up her leg. There was no missing the shiver that swept up from that light contact through her body.

Leonardo stood and went to check the library door, making sure it was locked from the inside. He hadn’t planned to linger, but her reactions were so precious that he felt a certain eagerness to see what else she might do. He didn't want to shift the mood, the tension between them.

She watched him with wide eyes. “Did you lock the door?”

“From the inside. Are you thinking of running, cara? You can.” He took out a cigarillo and placed it between his lips. Just for the sweet scent and the feel of it there.

“No.” His compagna bit her lip. “I’m not scared.”

He knelt beside her chair and took her foot in his hand. “Good. You shouldn’t be.” His palm skimmed up the back of her calf, feeling his callouses tug at her silk stockings. “I want you to enjoy this.”

Her eyes shut for a second. “Mmm. Yes. Ok. W-what are you going to do?”

“Nothing much.” He tugged her slippers off one by one and set them beside the chair. His cara was watching intently now, a blend of curiosity, wariness, and desire heated her gaze. Leonardo knew she’d never been properly spoiled. It was something he wanted to change.

Gently, he began to rub small circles on the bottoms of her feet with his thumb. Fairly innocent, though he could admit to himself it was prelude to less virtuous activities . . .

Her breath shook as he massaged the tension from her, moving his hands slowly up to her ankles and calves. Every so often, he’d find a sensitive spot and she would breathe in sharply, then slowly let it out as his skilled fingers eased the discomfort away. She relaxed enough that she barely seemed to notice when he passed the line of propriety.

His fingertips grazed the top of her stockings, the bare flesh just above them. That was when her mouth opened in a surprised little ‘o’ and a soft moan escaped.

“Should I stop?” His amber eyes were lanterns, glowing with desire and love. He wasn’t even aware of the way he looked as he gazed up at her, his cheek resting against her knee.

“No,” she sighed. “I - I like it. When you touch me.”

“Good.” His lips moved against her, breath tickling. The tip of his cigarillo caught on the folds of her skirt. He tucked it away with a laugh.

Her mouth was a thin, tight line, holding back her reaction, though she could not stop the rush of heat nor the tension in her body.

Leonardo wondered if anyone had ever touched his beloved in this way. Part of him hoped not. There was something to be treasured in believing he was the first to explore her body with her. But it was intimidating too, knowing that his touch would be her first and likely last.

He turned his head to let his lips press against the skin just above her stocking, not a kiss exactly. Just touching. Leonardo was rewarded with a strangled little moan and the sight of her fingers digging into the armchair fabric. He deftly undid the stocking straps and slid them off her legs. His fingers dragged slowly across her skin in the wake of the silk leaving little marks trailing down her calves.

Her legs twitched under his grasp. More as he followed that touch with his lips. The lightest touch. The tip of his tongue just above where her ankle. His compagna's breath was shallow now, and getting ragged. Yet he’d done almost nothing to warrant it.

“You are so sensitive, cara,” he said hoarsely. His breath, if he’d admitted it, was almost as jagged as hers. "I can't wait to touch the rest of you."

She gave him a wide-eyed look, equal parts wary and eager.

They were in for a long, hot afternoon, Leonardo thought. The best kind.

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp leonardo #leonardo da vinci #fanfiction #fanfic #otome guys #otome #fluff #slightly spicy

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the-princess-of-loki · 1 year

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Better Boyfriend

When Dove Cameron's song 'Boyfriend' came out, I immediately thought of this. It has taken me a while, but it's finally here! Reblogs, comments and likes are appreciated ♥

Pairing: Loki x fem!you

Word count: 2.5k

Summary: You were planning a quiet night for you and your boyfriend, Noah. However, everything changes when a particular god of mischief decides to make himself present using your boyfriend’s body.

You were humming a tune to yourself while cooking your boyfriend’s favourite food for dinner: roast beef with caramelised onion gravy. The meat was already in the oven, and you were mixing the gravy. It had been a while since something remotely romantic or sexual had happened between you two; your schedules kept you apart almost every hour. So you have decided to surprise him, even when you were exhausted from all your activities of the day.

Suddenly, you felt a presence behind you. You stopped your movements and sound to turn around which was useless since your kitchen was so small that nobody would be able to fit behind you without being in complete contact with your back. You went back to mixing the gravy with a wooden spoon, even though you still were feeling the same itching going up and down your spine. It wasn’t the first time that you felt it either. Some days you were watching TV, scrolling down social media, or even taking a relaxing bath with a cup of wine. The feeling was always the same: a presence as if someone were watching you intensely and a weird feeling in your spine as if your back were expecting to be touched soon.

Out of nowhere, you felt two strong hands on each side of your hips which turned you around and moved you to one side, to the counter next to the kitchen. Your lips were fiercely kissed and a tall and lean body was so pressed against yours that your ass was firmly oppressed against the counter. You recognised your boyfriend’s soft and curly hair but there was something in the way he was kissing you that was different. However, it had been so long since he has kissed you like that that you forgot to analyse everything and enjoyed the kissing and touching you craved so much. His lips moved on yours insistently while his hands grabbed your ass forcefully, making you gasp. He took the chance and let his tongue inside your mouth, joining it with yours and moving them in a sensual dance. It was so unlike the kisses you have shared before and it sent a shiver down your spine.

You thought that you would die from lack of oxygen as the kiss continued, but Noah let your lips go. You breathed hard while you looked at those sweet brown eyes that were the ones which called your attention first. However, there was a glint in them that you didn’t recognise. It was confusing for you since that glint was odd in Noah’s brown eyes, but you feel deep inside that you knew it from somewhere else.

“Noah, what..? What are you doing?” You asked while he was attacking your neck with open-mouthed kisses. You heard him grunt in frustration against your now sensitive skin and then he let you go to look into your eyes. Your bodies were still glued, though.

“Can’t you tell, woman?” You saw the anger in his face and heard it in his voice, but there was something else there too. You couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was. “I may have stolen this useless mortal’s body so as not to scare you, but I am not your boyfriend.”

“W-what?” You asked confused while still breathing hard. He smiled at you with what seemed…mischief?

“You cannot tell me you don’t notice the difference, kitten. I know you do. I can see it in your eyes, you know exactly who I am,” He whispered the last sentence with a smirk caressing your lips lazily with his.

“Who would that be?” You felt that the question was unnecessary and the laugh from the man in front of you confirmed it. He positioned his lips next to your ear while his hands started to wander on your body.

“I am the one who you think about when you’re touching yourself. My name is the name your head repeats like a chant every time you cum. I am the one whose touch you crave so much that your cunt is now slippery wet, waiting for me to fill it, being with my tongue, my fingers or my hard cock,” He whispered and then bit down your earlobe. He let his tongue wander all over your neck, making you moan. “Say it, kitten. I want to hear my name from that delicious mouth of yours,” He commanded in a whisper. Your head felt dizzy while his hands rummaged in your whole body, letting you free from your clothes.

Your body was on fire wanting more of that touch, your heart throbbed against your chest making it hard for you to breathe, and your head was confused but you have never thought so clearly in your life. You knew this man from your deepest fantasies, the ones that you felt ashamed of just thinking about after you have finished pleasuring yourself. But he obviously wasn’t in the body shape of your boyfriend. No, he was hotter than any man you have ever met before.

“Show me yourself,” You pleaded while he was ripping your clothes apart. You found yourself wearing only your white bra and matching panties.

“Maybe later, kitten. Now I am the one who is leading here, and I told you to say my name,” He looked at you directly into your eyes with a firm stare. However, one of his hands cupped your breast and his thumb caressed your nipple playfully making you moan again. You felt your cunt so wet and pulsating with need just because of his little touches and kisses. You have never been so aroused in your whole life.

“Loki,” You breathed out, arching your back to try and get more friction from his hands on your skin.

“Louder,” He ordered with a grunt. “I want to hear you scream my name like you do when you cum touching yourself,” He passed two of his fingers between your legs, grazing ever so slightly your clit where you wanted him. Your white lace panties were completely wet from your arousal.

“Loki!” You screamed at the top of your lungs when he finally rubbed your clit with his thumb just a little through your panties.

“That’s my good girl. I will reward you for being so obedient and give you what you have asked of me. However, if you make me insist again on something I order you, I will punish you, understood?” You nodded while biting your lower lip, your breathing already too fast.

He took a step backwards, his hands and mouth leaving your body and you couldn’t help but whimper at the loss. A shining green light surrounded him and you feared that he was going to disappear again like every other fantasy you ever had. However, when the green light disappeared, you saw him. Loki wasn’t using your boyfriend’s body anymore. You saw him, the real him, the one who stared in all your fantasies, even in your daily thoughts. The tall, black long hair, green-eyed, pale skin, lean but strong frame man was right in front of you, making you wet just by seeing the real him. You weren’t able to close your mouth, too awestruck to even care and Loki chuckled before placing two of his long fingers under your chin to make you close your mouth. You leaned into his touch when you felt his cold skin against your bare one again and he hummed in appreciation. You admired his tall, lean and strong body through his clothing since he was now wearing a dark green v-neck t-shirt and a pair of tight black jeans. You wanted to rip him off his clothing.

Loki caressed your cheek and then grabbed a bunch of your hair before joining your lips again. This time you could tell the difference and you weren’t ashamed of admitting that this was better than before. His thin lips moved on yours with expertise as his hands caressed the exact spots to get you going. It felt like he knew exactly what to do with you, where to kiss, where to touch, where to grab, where to caress to make you come undone for him. Finally, he grabbed your ass, pulling you to his body, and started to walk through your apartment until he reached your bedroom. Loki laid you on the bed, his piercing green eyes wandering your almost completely naked body. Your bra and panties disappeared with another green light and now Loki looked at you with an intense gaze full of lust. He smirked and then appeared right behind you on the bed. You were now sitting up on the bed, right between his open legs, your back against his bare chest, and his sinful mouth was leaving marks on your neck. You threw your head backwards to give him better access and you could feel him smile before his teeth sunk into your flesh.

“I’ve seen you touch yourself countless times before, imagining it was me who was touching you instead of your fingers… Now, that may become true, kitten. Would you like that?” Loki whispered in your ear before biting your earlobe. All you could manage as a response was a moan of his name. “Hmmm, I love how my name sounds in that wonderful mouth of yours… Here,” Loki put both of his hands on each side of your waist. “Grab my hands and guide them where you want them, my sweet mortal.”

You put your hands on his, intertwining your fingers and shyly moved them on your body until he was grasping both of your breasts. You gasped and gnawed your bottom lip as his long fingers grazed your nipples over and over again. Loki chuckled in your ear as he took some initiative and pinched your nipples making you gasp. After some minutes you let one of his hands in one of your breasts but took the other hand down your belly until it reached between your legs. You guide his major finger until it found your clit and started to rub circles making you moan. After some minutes you let his hands go as you couldn’t hold them any longer. However, you reached behind your back where his throbbing hard member was and you put your hands inside his pants and rub him making him grunt in your ear. You stroke him slowly at the beginning and then increased your pace as his pace in your clit increased as well. You were both moaning messes in a matter of minutes.

“Will you cum for me, kitten? I want to see your body washed over with pleasure as you moan my name, just like you did yesterday in that bathtub of yours. Cum for me, my sweet mortal,” Loki whispered in a low voice in your ear, making you shiver just because of his voice.

As if you were waiting for his permission, you started to feel your orgasm building inside you. Your stroking his member became less coordinated and messier as you feel your pleasure reaching its peak. When it finally reached you, all you could see was white as your eyes closed and your body gave up its tension to end up in a wobbling mess against his firm body. When you opened your eyes again, you met his gaze since now Loki was on top of you, looking with a smirk at the mess he had made of you only using his fingers.

“Was that any close to your fantasies, kitten?” Loki asked you while his hands travelled up and down the side of your body. He already knew the answer but he wanted to hear it from your mouth.

“It was way better. How am I supposed to live without you now?” You asked him with a tired smile, grabbing a bunch of his curly black hair to bring his mouth to yours. He kissed you feverishly for just some minutes before pulling back making you whimper at the loss of his mouth.

“You don’t have to worry about that, kitten. From now on, you are mine and only mine, understood?” Loki grabbed your chin with two of his fingers to make you look him in the eyes.

Just when you were about to answer him you felt his cock thrusting inside you with one swift motion making you gasp and moan his name. You have fantasised about this, but the reality was so much better.

“Answer me!” Loki demanded as he obliged you once again to look into his eyes. However, his thrusts inside you didn’t stop which made it almost impossible for you to form a coherent sentence.

“Yes, Loki, yes!” You finally screamed while your nails scratched his back. He grunted but didn’t let go of your face just yet.

“Yes, what?” He demanded rolling his hips and thrusting inside again.

“I’m yours! Only yours!”

Loki let out a grunt and his green eyes lit up as if a beast inside him was awakened by your words alone. His thrusts became merciless, so fast and so hard, but perfectly precise at the same time. He hit your sweet spot every time and he had you howling in pleasure in no time. Your nails were leaving marks on his back while he kept his gaze fixed on yours. Even when the pleasure you were feeling threatened to consume you, you couldn’t close your eyes. You were hypnotised by those beautiful green orbs and you didn’t want to break the spell. You moaned his name louder and he moaned right back at you while his hands grabbed your hips firmly, probably leaving his marks on your skin. That turned you on even more for some reason. You met the movement of his hips with yours and the praises that left his mouth were more than enough to keep you going. You felt another orgasm starting to build inside you and it has been such a long time since you cum with only penetration. It was really happening this time, and you soon screamed Loki’s name while digging your nails deeper into his skin and letting your inner walls close impossibly tight around his cock. Loki followed suit, hiding his loud moan by biting your neck. He hugged you tight against his body and you wrapped your arms and legs around him, not wanting this moment to end. You have imagined this for so long, it couldn’t be over, not now or ever. Loki was the only one you craved from now on.

“I was being serious,” Loki whispered once both your breathings had stabilised enough.

“About what?” You asked him in a whisper, not wanting to ruin this moment by talking too loud.

“About you being mine from now on. You are mine. So you better tell that useless mortal to fuck off or I’ll take care of his disappearance,” Loki growled while looking intently into your eyes.

“I was being serious too. I’m yours, Loki,” You cupped one of his cheeks with your hand with a sweet smile on your face.

Loki kissed your lips tenderly and you could have melted right there in his arms.

#Loki #Loki Odinson #Loki Laufeyson #Loki God of Mischief #God of Mischief #Loki Smut #Loki x reader #Loki x female reader smut #Loki x female reader #Loki x you #Loki one shot

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dokifluffs · 3 years

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Upsetting His Pregnant Wife | Ushijima, Sakusa

Pairings: Ushijima X Reader (female), Sakusa X Reader (female)

Genre: soft comfy angst to fluff tehe, mafia!ushi too!

Author’s Note: @ushijimabae suggested this idea to me as a comment on a post tehe and I really liked it so here I am! I hope you guys enjoy!! also LONGG also Boom more sakusa and now, Mafia! Ushijima tehe !

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Sakusa:

This sinking feeling in your chest

The touch of his skin against yours was so short, so fleeting whenever you sat beside him, reached for his hand, or you just wanted to be with him

You couldn’t tell if maybe this had been normal or if you were just overreacting because of your hormones but whatever it was

You didn’t like this feeling

Especially when you just wanted to be with him

It felt like recently, now that Omi would be home with you for the next few months to take care of you, whenever you wanted to spend some proper time with him, after a few moments of making contact with each other, he would be out of his seat, off to somewhere else to take care of a chore

It had been more or less than two weeks since Omi started staying home instead of going to practices or games from here on out, though he did get in a regular workout from home instead though

It felt like little fireworks were going off inside you the first two nights and days when you got to sleep later at night with him, staying up, and then waking up and finding him still beside you

But as the days went on, this little paradise was short lived as he woke up as his normal time for his morning practices to go out on long runs instead

Leaving you alone at breakfast

Whenever he came home and took a thorough shower, even giving him a hug, a burning and sinking feeling filled your chest when you wrapped your arms around him the best you could with your bump and all

But his hands

You loved him and his hands but not this moment as he subtly and lightly pushed your arms kind of away from him, breaking the hug early

You didn’t mind it since it was only the first thing but you noticed it a few more times after dinner

When you tried to drape your legs across his lap, he would lightly pat your legs, telling you he needed to use the bathroom and come back and sit somewhere else like on a different couch or sit beside you, practically at arms distance

But enough was enough

You didn’t want to directly ask but you also couldn’t just ignore this

But this moment was perfect

The last ounces of light glowed in the summer sky as the temperature slowly dropped as night approached

Fireflies slowly began to shine and float about throughout the neighborhood as their time of the year was here

You could feel the heat through the rubber gloves as you scrubbed the dishes clean, not a plate or utensil left in the drying rack as you dried them off too, returning them to their rightful place back in the cupboards

All the leftover dishes were put away

Floors swept

Table wiped down

Chairs returned to their rightful place

There was nothing he could possibly do in the kitchen that needed to be put away or cleaned or anything

This really would prove whether or not he really was avoiding you and just the thought

The mere idea that he possible could be

It broke your heart

“Omiomi, do you want some tea?” You called from the kitchen as you swirled a spoonful of honey into yours, the metal utensil creating light tinging sounds as the edges tapped the sides of the porcelain cup

“No, thanks,” he responded, his voice monotone as he didn’t even look up, continuing to scroll through his phone

You switched off the kitchen light, emerging from the darkness toward the light in the living room, towards your husband

And now this was the true test

You drank your tea, sitting on the recliner, one of the other available seats, sipping your tea while you watched some tv

But you weren’t really paying attention

You were just mindlessly watching the images and scenes come and go as you peripherally observed Omi

And here it was

After about what you thought were a few minutes, you set down your tea onto the coffee table and put on a warm, loving smile, Omi’s eyes meeting yours, off his phone as your approached

The couch sighed beneath your weight as you sat close to Omi, draping your legs across his lap, cuddling close, resting your head on his shoulder

He was so warm, it seeped into your skim, making your heart flutter just feeling his touch

You nuzzled even closer, making yourself at homes in his arms which felt so natural

He continued to scroll, minding his own as his hand lightly stroked down your leg

Though you were so caught up in just being near him for the first time in awhile that you didn’t even notice his hand was practically hovering over your leg

Kiyoomi sat comfortably in his seat with you at his side, your presence so nice

It was so comforting for the two of you

But there was an itch

Or something

There was just a feeling inside of him and he didn’t know what he needed to do to get rid of it

He could smell your tea from where he sat as the scent wafted toward him

It felt so nice, this feeling that you had been longing for so long

And now you had it and him

The warm aroma of the tea warmed him inside and out, alongside your touch at his side - it was so calming

As you settled in, you felt silly now that you realized that you thought Kiyoomi wouldn’t want to be at your side anymore

He paused in his movements, thinking about the tea as he watched yours on the coffee table

After a few silent moments that you settled in, you felt a light, subtle push from him, your mind telling you that he was telling you to get off of him

“Actually, I will make some tea, I’ll be back..” He walked off stoically, not even sparing you a glance as he made up his mind unbeknownst to you that he wanted tea to drink with you

You couldn’t even begin to describe what the sudden temperature change that happened inside your body, your heart dropping and breaking inside

His body disappeared into the kitchen, grabbing a cup, making his tea, stirring in honey and warm milk, the warm aroma smelled so good, he could almost taste it

The blanket pooled on the floor as it slid off your legs as you made your way up the stairs, your vision blurring, a deep low rumbling in your ears as you held your breath

A heat burning in your throat as it felt like it was being closed off

“Y/N? Where are you going?”

The voice of your husband sounded while you were already halfway up the stairs, his cup of tea in hand and a plate of crackers to go with it but he didn’t miss the sound of your sniffles

“A bath...” you pushed out, trying to sound as normal as possible but he heard the slightest quiver

Also it didn’t make sense to him. You had already showered earlier today and there was no reason for you to clean yourself again

Did you spill your tea on yourself?

No, that wasn’t it since your tea was just as he saw it last before he went to make his own

He set down the platter of crackers, sipping his own tea in silence, waiting to hear the water start to run

But after a few minutes, there was nothing

He went up the dimly lit carpeted stairs to the upper level, still not hearing any water running, no music that you usually played while you showered or bathed

Nothing

But only as he stepped into your guys’ shared bedroom, turning on the light could he hear the faintest thing

Sniffles and sad weeps sounded through the crack beneath the bathroom door

Your cheeks were burning from how your tears made your skin dry, your eyes sore, your throat dry

Now you really wish you had your tea

But you also wished you had your husband with you

It was a dull but deepening ache in your chest as you thought about it more and more and it was all you could think of

Was he losing interest? Now? With the baby on the way?

Did he not love you as much anymore?

It broke your heart, you couldn’t hold in your cries as it seeped out

Omi’s hand hovered over the doorknob before he heard you

He never felt it before in his life but his heart sunk deep inside hearing your cries

Your hands trembled as you buried your mouth into your elbow, muffling the cries as if you were afraid he could hear you all the way downstairs but you didn’t want to get carried away

You would have to return downstairs or see him at some point

Even if it felt like to you that he didn’t want to

Your arms and legs felt cold as you sat on the tiled floor of the bathroom, only the moonlight pooling in from the skylight was your only source of light in the bathroom

You hugged yourself the best you could, your hands rubbing over and around your pregnant belly

At least you weren’t truly alone

“I have you,” you whimpered to yourself in your head, feeling more tears slide down your face, dripping off your chin

This dreadful feeling - it was so unsatisfying

It didn’t feel right at all but there was nothing you could do, at least not that you could think of

It hurt

As you sniffled and cried in the moonlight by yourself in the cold bathroom, you almost didn’t hear the light knock until it was more prominent

The sound itself made you instinctively freeze as if you were hiding

“Y/N?”

Kiyoomi was knelt down on the carpet right outside the bathroom door, no longer standing

For the first time, he was heartbroken just hearing your anguish

He had never really loved someone outside his family or volleyball in his life before until you came in and now here you two were

He never understood how hearing others being sad could make himself sad but he knew now that he was experiencing it

“Please open the door.” He held the doorknob, the metal cool in the palm of his hand as he gripped it, not hesitating to open it as soon as he felt the click of you unlocking it

Before he could even think, his body moved as natural as breathing

“What’re you doing crying in the dark by yourself, honey?” He asked with such a hurt in his voice as the lights came on and your body was enveloped into his

His voluntary touch, his voice

He did his best to hold you even with your large pregnant belly in between the two of you

Your heart beat faster as your legs gave out a bit more despite you already being on the ground

Sad cries were buried into his chest

He practically lifted you off the floor and into his lap even though you were much heavier now that you were pregnant but he could care less about your pregnant weight, even if this was your normal weight

You cried and he comforted you, rubbing his hand down your back slowly, wiping away your tears, letting you let it all out

Nothing more mattered to him than you

“It feels like recently,” you started, your voice weak, your eyes down, watching your hands fiddle with each other with his hand that wiped your tears, pads of his fingers grazing your skin

“It feels like you’re avoiding me or like you don’t want me anymore - like you don’t want to be near me,” you whimpered, feeling a pang in your chest as it dissipated into a warm heat that melted through your body

Your own words made you feel crazy now that you were saying it out loud

“What do you mean?” He asked genuinely curious

“Have I been saying things in a brushing off manner? Did I ignore you?” He asked, assessing the terrain as usual

“Well, whenever we’re downstairs, I wanna cuddle with you but after a few minutes of me being beside you, you get up and go somewhere else,” your voice cracked as all these moments you’ve been observing for the past few weeks ran through your head

“And sometimes you come back and sit somewhere else, so it just feels like you don’t want me or you don’t want to be near me…” It hurt as it felt like your fear was coming through the more you thought about it, the more you said it

You sobbed into his chest, bringing your hands to your mouth to silence your cries but they were just too painful and obvious to hide

Kiyoomi listened to every word you said before he wrapped his arms more securely around you, resting his cheek upon the crown of your head as he rocked ever so slightly with you in his lap

“Have I really been doing that?” He spoke his thoughts, not remembering exactly when he did this but of course he didn’t mean to

You nodded, whimpering as the tears couldn’t be stopped, the sinking feeling now changing and morphing into almost what felt like a cold twist and pull inside, coiling more and more as the mere thought of your husband not wanting you grew

“I’m so sorry, Y/N, I really didn’t mean to do this. And of course I want to be with you.” He rubbed his hands against your arms, squeezing them without bringing you any pain

“I don’t want to make any excuses but it could’ve just been an old part of me that still exists.. With all these germs and diseases in the world, I never thought I would be with anyone at all..” He looked down to you, your face in such a close proximity with his, he just knew that if his high school self could see him now, he probably would have been in such utter disbelief

Words couldn’t even begin to describe the cool yet also warm wave of guilt slowly was over him as disappointment pooled deep within

“But you came into my life.” He reassured, putting his words together carefully. “You’re the one I married and I made a vow to be with til death years ago.” He squeezed with every word, hoping they would help mend your broken pieces back together

“I’m so sorry,” his voice cracked into a whisper, his hand cupping your face, wiping away as many tears as he could in hopes he could see your god sent smile soon

your eyes straining from all the tears you’ve been weeping

And at this point, you couldn’t even tell if they were open or closed anymore

But either way, you were just feeling so much all at once, it was overwhelming

you wanted this moment to freeze so everything could be sorted out

“I’m so sorry,” he repeated, wrapping his arms around you, squeezing you as tightly as he could without hurting you in any way

His tough alone, hearing him, feeling him, his warmth

It was just much for your wounded heart

“I’ll hold you like this whenever you want until it’s time for me to go back and however long you want.” He leaned back into the door, holding you close

His hands and arms never really ceased their movements as he always rubbed or stroked his skin lightly with yours

“I love you,” he spoke into your head, holding you as physically close as he could.

And never in his life did he ever think he would want this with anyone but he never wanted to let you go

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Ushijima: ft. Tendo

Pregnancy was very much the biggest, newest experience you would be going through for sure

Newest because you never thought you would live in such a lavish home, alongside many others, able to travel to any of them with any of the modes of transportation Wakatoshi provided

You never thought you would be connected to the mafia in any way, let alone be the wife of Wakatoshi, the boss, but the story of how you two met would be a different one to tell another day

Guards stood their post at the entrances, on the terraces, walked the dogs around the perimeter of the property

It felt like the safest place in the world but you knew there were always risks, always factors that weren’t obvious to consider whenever you went somewhere

And now that you were pregnant with your and Wakatoshi’s first child, there were extra precautions - more guards, tighter security around the perimeter and everywhere

He always wanted you safe but he never wanted you to feel trapped or like a dog on a leash

No, that was the last thing you wanted. If he could go back in time and never be involved in this dark life, he would

He would give it all up with no strings attached or any dangers if he could if it meant he could give you a normal life and family that you could call your own with your own husband and kids

Thunder rumbled as rain poured down from the skies

You paused in your steps at a particular loud boom of thunder, clinging onto the arm of the man beside you as you walked around the house since you couldn’t really walk your normal outside route

“You’re scared of thunder?” The somewhat playful voice of Tendou Satori chimed lightly as he peered outside before glancing back to you

“Just a bit..” You understated, doing your best to hide behind the tall, lean man just a bit as you the two of you walked through one part of the estate that you loved whenever the weather was anything but stormy

The windows in this hallway bridge-like area of the house was just so big, it was mesmerizing but whenever the dark storm clouds rolled by, you wanted to be as far away as possible

It was just the daunting fear you had that, somehow, thunder or wind or even lightning would strike the window, blowing the shattered pieces inward and toward you and you would just die like that

“Can we go a little faster? I don’t like being here when it storms..” You reached with your other hand over your belly, grasping his uniform jacket even more

“Hmm hmm, sure thing,” he hummed. “But you’re the one setting the pace, I’ve just been following you, Y/N,” he teased but you knew it was the truth

You wanted to go on your daily walk outside and usually it was either Wakatoshi with you or Tendou but more recently, it had been Tendou and your walk had to be inside because of the weather

“I’m waddling as fast as I can!” You bantered, getting him to laugh

You only started these little strolls since your belly had been growing since it helped relieve and most of the time prevent cramps - though they still came out of nowhere at times

Tendou had been by Wakatoshi’s side since as long as you could remember

He was the top head of the security and both your and Wakatoshi’s first hand man when it came to anything - he knew everyone

You waddled along the carpet, eyes staring off into the distance of the house

There was just a feeling

You couldn’t quite put your finger on it

How long had it been since you got to hold onto your husband’s arm?

How long before you could again?

Turning the corner from the hall, you could hear rain beginning to tap and shower onto the glass of the windows

But of course, you also didn’t miss the flash of thunder, making you squeeze onto Tendou’s arm

“Hm, there there. The storm can’t get in,” he comforted you with his soothing voice, nice to listen to as it wasn’t too harsh or low but quite playful despite his combat abilities that would make others think he was quite intimidating

He led you away, down another hall, turning into a more concealed room that had less windows but there were a lot of things he could distract you with

It was sort of like a library but it wasn’t at the same time - it was weird but it was one of those rooms in the whole estate that could be anything wakatoshi or you wanted

But this was your comfort-play room

It was a tall yet also “small” room where he wakatoshi was able to get you anything you wanted

To the left of the entrance, there were bookshelves of your favorite mangas, graphic novels, book series, photo albums that took up half of a whole wall with a nice wooden table where you could sit and eat or study or anything

Then on the other side of the room, to the right of the entrance, there was a big tv and big plush couch that you could sleep on like a bed or just to lounge back and watch movies

There were gaming consoles and movies that you could always be able to watch or play, with nice led lights that changed based on the ambiance you chose or based off the sound

And quite a unique feature was a fridge disguised as a bookshelf, filled with cool snacks and drinks and water and just a lot more that you also shared with security and others that worked in the house, though toshi would remind you that you didn’t have to

But you insisted, they were humans too with lives and souls

“Are you going tonight?” You sat yourself onto the couch, the plush fabric rubbing against your skin, leaning into the plush back as he stood at the door, holding his hands behind his back

“The gala? No.. I’m staying here with you tonight,” he smiled, popping his hands out to make jazz hands. “To keep you safe~” he chimed. “And company.”

You patted the couch, inviting him over since he never really needed to stand at the door and be super formal with you - plus you knew that he was always on guard no matter how relaxed he truly looked

He had two lives to protect in this room, even if it meant giving up his own for your ensured survival

He was a friend of yours too, someone in the house you could talk to about anything beside toshi if he wasn’t there, who unfortunately wasn’t the most accessible recently

“Is tosh bringing a guest this year?” You pondered

“No, not this year I don’t think.. he seemed a lot busier this morning when I saw him and he talked about how a few others were unhappy but he didn’t seem too bothered. It was just other business stuff I didn’t ask about..”

You nodded before you mindlessly turned on the tv. “Do you want to watch anything?” You turned toward him

“Mm, maybe some horror?” He suggested. “But will you be brave enough?”

“I actually don’t know, I’ve never really watched any horrors, but you’re staying with me tonight anyways.” And with that said, you put on his suggestion of the conjuring

The ambiance of the room shifted, turning dark as it matched the movie, the surround system making you tense even though nothing had really happened yet

But all you could sort of think about was the gala

It was a prestigious event where leaders of the city and mostly those in the higher socioeconomic class gathered, having a luxurious dinner with a ball

Toshi had taken you a few times, though as his power grew, so did the threats - there was a shooting one year where there were fortunately no casualties, though a lot of heavily injured and it was revealed by the police that you were the main target

From then on, security increased and he didn’t let you go as his guest

Instead, a fake guest that was dressed to look like you was invited

Initially, the thought made you feel envious of whoever got to go.. got to spend time with your husband when you didn’t get to but he kept your worries at bay, riding at separate cars, not even offering to dance as he would mainly eat dinner and leave

But even his guests were shot and killed

The movie kept you tense the entire times

The white noise during the silent parts, the sudden base drops and loud booms of doors slamming or jump scares - it was all so much

You curled your legs up, holding one of the large pillows in your lap so you could easily hide away behind it because if you couldn’t see the ghost, the ghost couldn’t see you

“Can I hold your arm?” You looked over to tendo as he enjoyed the movie as you scorched yourself closer to him, already reaching for his limb before he could actually respond

“Sure,” he laughed. “But if you want to stop watching, we can always watch something else.”

“No, cause now I want to know what happens.” You clutched onto his arm, his hand loosely in yours, just resting there

If anything, you were the one squeezing him, making him actually laugh through the movie than scared at the loud noises and jump scares - plus the face he had already seen this series quite a few times but still loved it

As much as you appreciated tendo and loved him as a friend, you wished that you were hugging your husband’s arm instead

To get your mind off of it, you pushed through the conjuring series movie, even the prequels like the nun, only to cling tighter and tighter to tendo through all of them

Before you knew it, it was practically the usual time Wakatoshi would be leaving

“I wanna go see him off!” You paused the movie, instantly turning on the lights and reaching out your hand so tendo could help pull you to your feet. “If he’s not bringing a guest then maybe he can just stay home tonight then?” You wondered to yourself, a fall hope casting a glaze over the truth you didn’t want to admit over yourself

Tendo escorted you down the brightly lit hallway, leading you down the stairs, through the living room, past the kitchen, down a small elevator which led right into the basement, and finally turning the corner into the main garage, right where you caught up to him

He looked stunning in his suit, his olive green hair slicked back

“Toshi!” You waddled the fastest you could over to him beside the open car door, his men watching stoically like statues all around at their posts

Now that you were down here, it was you had a single chance - like you had to trust the other person not to drop the rope or to let go of their hand

“Y/N,” his voice was so clear and strong, sounding over the car, though you could just tell from how he said it, his tone was off - he wasn’t in his bestest mood

Before you could speak, he took a few strides, walking past you, approaching Tendo who stood at the door

Before you could fully turn around, you heard it and it was too late

Tendo’s face looked down and to the side, his cheek turning red as he kept his composure while your husband spoke, clearly upset about something.. angry even

“I told you to keep her inside while I left. Which part of those orders were unclear?” Ushijima spoke, staring into the eyes of tendo who only kept his head down, not daring to say another word. “I specifically instructed you that I didn’t want to see her when I left..”

“What?” Your heart dropped, the heart from your chest suddenly turning cold

It burned your eyes, the prickles of your tears, which felt sharper than ever in your dry eyes as all you could do was stare

Did you hear correctly? Your own husband didn’t want you to see him off? Or to.. see you tonight?

When he turned back around, he made long, clear strides to the car, barely even looking at you

“Bring her back upstairs.” His final orders as he shut the door, the vehicle driving off

Tendo silently approached you, an apologetic look pooling in his eyes as your vision of him blurred before the hot tear trickled down your cheek

He led you in, staying with you

The ride up the elevator felt slower than before when you went down Stepping out, you took his hand, leading him to the counter while others were stationed

“Please leave us,” you could barely speak but with a silent nod from tendo and the others, they left

You grabbed a small ice pack from the freezer, waddling it over to tendo, his cheek rosier than before, and brought the pack up to his face

He kept his eyes down, even raising his hands up so you wouldn’t have to hold it but your hand would only push his away

It was only when he saw the tear drops fall onto the floor did his eyes shoot up

His heart ached for you as he couldn’t even begin to imagine how you must’ve felt

“Y/N-“

“Why didn’t he want to see me?” It only hurt more as you rubbed salt into your own wound, repeating his words. “What did I do wrong?” Your lip quivered as all you could manage to do was stand still, staring off toward the wall as the tears fell as fast as they came, drenching your cheeks and your shirt around your belly with tears and wet stains

It only took a moment before you took deep gasps for air, your face scrunching up as you cried, your legs no longer having the energy to hold you up as you sunk to the cold tiled floor

“Y/N!” Tendo took hold of your arms, trying to help you stand but you just couldn’t

“I just wanted to see him.. I feel like I haven’t seen him in so long cause of his work and- and then..” You couldn’t push yourself anymore as you caught yourself, keeping the dam at bay. “I just wanted to see him, Satori, was that so wrong?” You sobbed, face contorted, lip weak as you broke

There was no point in keeping it in when it hurt so much yet felt so good to let it all out

“I miss him!” You clung onto his arms as he did his best to help you to your feet

The pain you felt - it ached, it burned, it seared itself onto your soul so that every thought, no matter how recent or fresh a thought of your husband was it made sure to make it’s presence known

The pain made sure to hurt and hurt it did with your own husband’s words repeating in your head

Tendo knelt beside you, offering his handkerchief to wipe away your tears although they never showed any signs of stopping

With all his might, he carried you upstairs, walking you to your bedroom where you went in, closing the door immediately on him

Even just looking at the bed, as much as you loved it and wished to sleep away the pain, you knew, you could feel how much your heart ached just seeing his pillow

You mustered up the energy to crawl in, pulling the blanket over you, pillows into your arms and between your legs and you just sobbed

Nothing felt like it mattered and it felt like nothing could be done about this pain

Tendo could hear it all through the door as he stood guarding his post, glancing up at the camera in the corner as he saw the red light blinking and through it, he knew who was watching

On the other side, Ushijima looked Ito the camera’s surveillance, cooled off a bit more

A strange feeling began to pool inside of him as he switched back, hearing your audible distress through the cameras and that he was the cause - guilt

“Turn around.” He commanded to his driver

The longer he stared outside the window and at his phone of the cameras, all he could think about was you and just the shame he felt for having to hurt you

He was completely oblivious to your feelings of wanting him at your side but felt so ignorant for not being at your side in the first place

“I will make things right..” He told himself as the car sped back home

Your nose grew stuffier and your eyes puffier the longer you laid there, just… you didn’t even know what you wanted at this point

The front castes of the state opened and close, allowing his car to slip back into the garage as he sped his way upstairs, right towards you, passed the numerous guards and servants

“Tendo.. I’m sorry.” He apologized as the other bowed his head before he opened the door and slipping himself in, shutting it silently behind him

Hearing your sobs through the cameras were already bringing him enough guilt but to hear it before him, he could hear and practically feel the pain he had caused you

He silently stepped over to you, kneeling beside your bed

“Y/N,” he said, bringing you a strange feeling aside from pain.. How was it that the voice that hurt you not long ago was saying your name with such a softness, that you couldn’t even believe it was the same one that hurt you?

“There’s no physical amount of love I can give you or speak with enough love in my words to make up for my hurtful words. There is no good excuse for what I said. I am sorry.”

You were speechless - you didn’t know what you wanted to do or say? Not respond to him? But that would only open a rift.. respond? Hugging would be nice since that’s just what you’ve been wanting to do for so long but you were so upset about his words, how he treated tendo

He knelt on his knees beside you, silently, patiently waiting for what you had to do or say

You remained still, laid on your side with the damp pillows in your arms as you kept your eyes closed - you wanted this to be a nightmare and maybe you would wake up while watching the movie with tendo back in your other room

But this was the aching reality

“Why.. did you say you didn’t want to see me?” You thought you had the courage as you pushed the words through your closed throat but you were wrong

Your voice lost its strength throughout the sentence as you swallowed, feeling the hard aching lump

“There is no excuse for my temper. I sincerely apologize for taking it out on you. I was angry to begin with because of the business I had to take care of before the gala and not everything went smoothly. I wanted to further ensure your safety in case others attempt an intrusion while I was leaving. I am terribly sorry, Y/N..” He lowered his head upset, feeling like a fool at himself

He should’ve never taken his emotions out on you. Instead, he should have felt the opposite effect

Seeing you before the party should’ve been the best thing, where all his negativity could be changed to something better because you were the best person who had come into his life

Shame and dread mixed and stirred within Wakatoshi beside you

He didn’t feel worthy

Guilt ate at him but to him, he opened his arms to these feelings knowing that this would not be enough punishment for speaking and treating like he did tonight

“If you wish, I will leave you..” He stood, turning to make his leave when he felt a grasp, a force

You pulled onto his hand, the two of you locking eyes as he fell onto the bed, his hands falling on both sides of your legs

And now he could see you so clearly, it hit him all at once

He missed you too

God seeing your eyes, how red they were, how tired - how could he have done this to you

“Stay.. Stay,” was all you could push out, your voice squeaking

This was the last thing he had expected you to say

He didn’t know what to say

He nodded, silently pushing himself off as he slipped out of your fingers to disappear into the closet, changing out of his suit into much comfier, simpler clothes

You wiped your face with your sleeves, feeling the sting at the sudden dryness of your skin

“Please don’t cry…” he wished to say, but obviously if you wanted to, you would’ve - and deep down, it was subconsciously something he wanted to say to make himself feel a bit better about himself but he didn’t

He knew better

Getting into bed beside you, he brought a tissue box, plucking a few as he moved himself to your side, feeling more and more ashamed of himself as he got closer, seeing your anguish

“I’m so sorry..” He wiped your face gently

It felt like there was nothing he could say since he hurt you originally with the words but now it felt like all he could truly to to help was to be with you

It was what you had wanted

You gave him another shock as you reached your arms around him, holding him and for once tonight, the comforting feeling of feeling your husband in your arms actually felt better than the words that broke your heart

This

You were so starved of it and now you could heal

He wrapped his arms around you, rubbing your back as you nuzzled yourself into his chest

“Did you apologize to tendo?” You asked, sniffling as you looked up to him, stern with a small pout on your lips and brows furrowed, ready to be angry

“I did.. I will apologize more sincerely tomorrow, but tonight, you should rest..” He paused, cupping your face, grazing his thumb along your dry cheek

“I will be here and be by your side whenever you wish from now on. This is my promise to you,” he vowed, cherishing the feeling of your body laying in his, pondering what he did that made him able to deserve you in his life, to be by his side in this lifetime

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