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cosmicschmidt · 6 months

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UNTIL I FOUND YOU

PART 2, PART 3

Coriolanus Snow x fem!Reader

Synopsis: When the 18 year old Coriolanus Snow recieves the news that he has to mentor a tribute in order to claim the Plinth Prize, he expected everything but not a shy girl from district 12 to claim his heart.

Word count: 2,4K

Warnings: Lucy Gray does not exsist in this (I´m sorry), some things might not fully add up to the movie plot ´cause I only saw it once and that was two days ago, use of Y/N, it´s implied that the reader is shorter than Coryo, small swearing, simple inhumane Hunger Games topics

Reblogs and requests are always welcomed <3 (just like pointing out grammatical mistakes :))

Coriolanus Snow did not mean for this to happen.

He did not intend to have this weird tingly feeling in his chest every time he caught a glimpse of her.

He did not mean to fall for his tribute from District 12.

As he patiently sat in his seat with his heart hammering in his chest due to not knowing if he´d receive the scholarship, adrenaline and excitement ran through his veins.

Yet, that was taken from him the moment Sejanus Plinth whispered to him that that certain day he looked forward to would not turn out as he hoped.

The Plinth Prize was won by the best mentor.

Each of them has to mentor a tribute and create the best version of them, create strategies and work on their behavior in the arena.

As all the tributes are presented, their names called alongside their mentors, Coriolanus´ hands start to sweat the longer he is not told who he has to work with.

The faces of his fellow students show different emotions, some cheer in happiness at their tributes state, others are laced with worry if their tribute even manages to walk straight.

"And last but not least, the girl from District 12, Coriolanus Snow."

His eyes shoot back to the small screen, his gaze falls to the name written underneath the short clip, Y/N L/N.

"I volunteer as tribute."

The screen shows a screaming girl, around the age of 11 as she trashes in the hold of someone else´s arms, desperately trying to escape their grasp to reach the other girl.

The other girl's face is slightly blurred due to the wide angle of the camera that is following her figure, but as the picture clears up, Coriolanus can´t help but suck in a breath.

A weird feeling boils in his chest that causes his heartbeat to pick up behind his ribcage, just as he thought it couldn´t get worse a few butterflies form in his stomach causing his white tunic to suddenly feel tighter. His hands go to the collar pulling a little on the fabric to calm his heartbeat.

The tribute from 12, stepped in for the younger girl and took her fate as her own. The girl, now known as Y/N doesn´t look back at the screaming girl, she takes small steps to the stage and steps on it the moment she reaches it.

Although her hands tremble beside her body, her eyes are stern and show no emotion, successfully keeping herself from spilling the dread that formed in her chest the moment her little sister's name was called.

"What a twist! Our first ever volunteer of 12, what an honor." the 12´s mayor speaks, yet no reaction falls from the crowd at his attempt to lighten the mood.

"I suppose that was your sister? Sweet little thing just turned 12, but luckily she has you as her big sister." Mayor Lipp tries to create small talk, but Y/N doesn´t seem to take interest in that, her eyes boring into the camera that is fixated on her face.

Everyone that surrounds Coriolanus watches intensely and waits for her next words.

Y/N´s jaw clenches a little as her gaze wanders over her district's citizens, some laugh at her situation, while others, alongside her family have tears in their eyes and hold a hand in front of their mouths to contain a sob from spilling past their lips.

Instead of words leaving her mouth, she does a mocking and overly dramatic bend forward with her arms stretched out on each side of her body.

Just as two Peacekeepers grab a hold of her arms and pull her off the stage she yells out,

"YOU CAN ALL SUCK I-" but her words muffle due to her being pulled away.

Meanwhile, everyone around Coriolanus starts to whisper.

Some voice behind him, "Who does she think she is?"

"Imagine having to work with that, guess who won´t win the Plinth Prize.." followed by laughing.

And more to his left, "The audacity, I´m telling you she´s the first to bleed out." followed by more remarks and chuckles.

Though Coriolanus can’t feel bothered by their remarks, as he watches her being dragged away from the stage with a stern look on her face.

The blonde watches with bewilderment yet with respect for her volunteering for someone else, a small smirk forming on his face as the side of his mouth pull up a little.

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Coriolanus´ gaze is fixated on the white rose in his palms, his eyes trail over each and every flaw he can spot.

Is it pretty enough?

Or is this gesture not normal in the relationship between a mentor and their tribute?

He wonders how you might react to this act of politeness, yet before he can keep up with his thoughts he´s pulled out of it when he hears the train near the train station.

There it is, it glides against the train racks before it comes to a harsh stop with a small screech, the blonde´s eyes trail over the different train carts, wondering where the certain girl from 12 is being kept.

At least a dozen armed Peacekeepers emerge from around the station, and the first cart´s handle is grabbed forcefully and shoved open, a small girl hesitantly jumps down to the ground, before she erupts into a few coughs as if she has to catch her breath from taking a run.

She´s followed by a tall boy who wears a expression he can´t read, although his brows are furrowed and a small line forms between them. The tall male´s eyes immediately find Coriolanus due to his bloody red outfit.

The male doesn´t seem to be the only one, almost everyone that already emerged from their part of the train has their eyes on him.

He fidgets with the rose again, a shiver running down his spine and all the way to his feet and then his toes.

As some tributes are escorted to the transporter outside, Coriolanus finally spots the male tribute from District 12, he remembers his name, Jessup. With a sigh of relief, he takes a few steps to him, and finally, his eyes spot the girl he so desperately tried to find the entire time.

Jessup´s hands are securely wrapped around her waist as he picks her up and helps her out of the train so she can steady herself. She smiles up at Jessup whispers a small ´thanks´ and pats him on his upper arm before she starts to take in all her surroundings.

Although their conversation is muffled, "Are you sure your neck is fine? The bite looks painful..."

Coriolanus´ breathing stops for a second, just now he notices that no camera ever will be able to take in all her beauty, his lips part a little and he can feel his mouth running dry.

Now that Y/N dusted her clothes off and had taken a look around the train station, her eyes move to her right and are met with piercing blue orbs. Although she acknowledged him, he couldn´t help but keep staring at her, the white rose in his left hand long forgotten as it rested next to his body. Confusion dawned on her face as she looked over to Jessup who offered the same expression.

The two of them share a look with a shrug before she turns her back to Coriolanus and starts to take a few steps away from him.

The blonde seems to snap out of it and with a small shake of his head and with two steps he keeps up with her smaller ones.

"Uhm- Welcome to the Capitol." he offers her a smile and holds the rose up for her to see.

Her mouth set in a hard line while her cheeks glowed a tad bit redder than before, "You don´t look like you should be here…?" she asked unsure, her eyes still trained up at his face before they fell on the flower in his hand - which slightly started to tremble -

"Uhm, I shouldn´t, my name is Coriolanus Snow, and I´m your mentor," he adds, the smile still coating his lips as he offers her the rose again.

"Mentor?" she laughs out in disbelief after she finally takes the flower out of his trembling hand and looks at it. Jessup is standing behind her, and his face still shows the same confusion it did earlier.

"Yeah, it´s my job to help you survive the arena," Coriolanus replies, the moment she took the rose out of his grasp his hand went limp and fell back to his side.

"And how exactly-" Y/N doesn´t get the opportunity to reply to his words before someone roughly pulls on her arm and drags her forcefully to the exit of the train station.

Peacekeepers decided to cut their conversation short, they pulled her with them like she weighed nothing, "I can walk by myself perfectly fine." she said loudly before she slapped the hand that was wrapped around her biceps off.

"Wait! I´m her Mentor!" Coriolanus speaks up, yet the distance between mentor and tribute is growing with each second, and the blonde picks up his steps in order to keep up with them.

A few shouts and orders are ringing through the air, the atmosphere filled with dread and an uncomfortable tension. Outside awaits a transporter for the tributes, and like pigs they are thrown and shoved into it, ready to be taken to the slaughterhouse.

The district 12 girl's eyes are trailing behind her trying to catch a glimpse of the red that coats her so-called ´mentor´, she can´t seem to see him but his shouts still reach her ringing ears.

A small hand wraps around her right hand startling the 17-year-old girl, but she quickly relaxes when she sees the small girl from District 8, Wovey. She seems scared by the loud noises, and Y/N offers her a small smile and squeeze of the hand in order to calm her down. Y/N spots a small seat at the back right corner and leads her over to it, there´s not enough space for the both of them, so she lets Wovey take it and stands beside her.

Coriolanus´ opportunity seems to flash in front of him for a split second as a tribute tries to make a run for it, the Peacekeepers running close behind, and with three steps the blonde leaps into the back of the transporter.

He runs all the way to the back of it, before he takes a few breaths trying to tame the adrenaline that shoots through his veins, his breathing calming down from the small thrill he felt.

He straightens down his clothes, and immediately spots Y/N, hand-in-hand with the little girl, her eyes holding awe, yet mostly confusion at why he just ran after her. "What are you doing here?" she whisper-yells, in order not to attract the Peacekeeper's attention.

He can´t help but draw his lower lip between his teeth, letting his actions sink in "Yeah who the hell are you?"

"Uhm-" he starts to speak up, as the other tributes´ eyes hold anger and confusion, most of them standing up and taking a few steps closer to him, cornering him a little. The red that radiates from his red clothes alerts the others.

"I suppose he´s my mentor." Y/N quickly speaks up, her voice cutting through the tension that started to build itself.

"What the hell is a mentor? And why did you get one but we didn´t?"

"Did she get one just because she was the first to volunteer?"

Y/N opens her mouth again to reply but Coriolanus beats her to it, "No, you all get a mentor, I promise the same chances are laid out for everyone." he says with a slightly raised voice so everyone hears his words.

A few unamused chuckles emerge from the ´crowd´ that formed around him, nevertheless a tall guy grabs him by the collar and slams Coriolanus back against the wall behind him pulling a gasp from his lips.

"Don´t shit talk us, what are you doing here?! Are you here to spy on us? What sick games did you plan?!" he yells in his face, although Coriolanus is taller than him, he raises his hands in surrender in order to calm the angry tribute.

Y/N sighs and softly drops Wolvey´s hand onto the girl's lap, she takes a step forward rests her hand on the tribute´s shoulder gently yet harshly, and pushes against him.

"You get your own mentor, now drop it," she says loudly, the tributes around them purse their lips and keep looking at Coriolanus like he´s some meal they can devour.

"A Capitol´s sweetheart could be helpful, why not kill him to send a fucking message." everyone around them agrees except for Y/N and a few in the back, them equally as terrified as Coriolanus.

Coriolanus laughs at their ´plan´ and breathes out a few pained breathes due to him being pressed against the wall, however, before anyone else gets the chance to speak up, the container they are kept in starts to shake a little and then does a jump that causes everyone to lose their balance. The tribute that held the blonde up against the wall let go of him, the everyone including Coriolanus hold onto the nearest thing they could find to steady themselves.

Y/N yelps at the sudden movement that throws her forward and grabs onto Coriolanus´ right arm, the boy in question sneaks his right arm around her waist to steady her and takes hold of a handle that sticks out of the metal wall.

With a rumble and another much harsher shake of the container, the doors suddenly swing open and the place they were kept in for the past 10 minutes moves upwards, changing the position from vertical to horizontal.

A few screams erupt from the group of tributes, and everyone starts to slide out like bags of flour. Y/N yelps again and tries to hold onto Coriolanus, he manages to hold both of their weights, but Y/N´s grip on him loosens when she wiggles in his grasp.

"Wait- Y/N hold on!" he hisses out, but Y/N moves in his grasp trying to get a hold of Wovey´s hand who´s close to sliding down as well.

"Grab my hand!" she yells, but Wovey slips away, and Y/N watches the little girl and Jessup move out of her view into the unknown.

Y/N removes herself from his grasp, just as Coriolanus can´t hold them up anymore due to the shaking wagon, and they all slide into whatever the Capitol planned for them.

I might consider writing a second part! I hope you enjoyed reading this <33

#coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow x reader #the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tom blyth #tom blyth x reader #x reader #part 2?#fanfic #hunger games x reader #finnick odair x reader #peeta mellark x reader

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wonderlandwalker · 2 months

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A Hero on Socks | Virgin!Eddie Munson x Reader

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Summary: You've always known your now boyfriend Eddie was a virgin, but with how worked up you've been while teasing him recently, you're not gonna let the first time be over that quickly

Content Warnings / Tags: Smut, mdni, virgin!eddie, established relationship, wrap it before you tap it obviously, overstimulation, no use of y/n

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: Couldn't resist my Eddie Munson fixation any longer. The title comes from a Dutch expression and it basically means someone who seems courageous but is actually a nervous little shit and it seemed perfect for Eddie. I haven't written in a little while so I hope this is still good <3 (This accidentally posted early so enjoy xx)

The two of you had been dancing on a delicate line of 'just friends' for a while now, and you're not even entirely sure what the turning point was, but eventually you crossed it, now officially being able to call Eddie Munson your boyfriend.

He made heart eyes at you every time you walked in a room, and not a single one of your friends failed to point this out when you told them you got together, none of them the slightest bit surprised.

It might be a new relationship, but you have known each other for years now, and you knew how to get what you wanted from Eddie. So yes, you knew he was still a virgin, but you failed to see how this would make a difference to you, you didn't care, people shouldn't have to worry that others will hold that against them. What you hadn't counted on, however, was how shy he actually turned whenever you started to tease him.

While you were still friends he would flirt with you unrelentingly, constantly making suggestive comments and touching you in one way or another. But maybe the fact that nothing was supposed to come of it gave him the boost he now seemed to have lost, because whenever you slipped your hand underneath his shirt when you were on the couch next to him, every moment you tried to heat up a kiss, he would go rigid, you would feel his body tense as he ceased any and all actions to create some distance between you.

You asked him what was going on, asked him if he didn't want to have sex with you, and you had never seen him swivel his head in place so fast, his eyes wide with confusion as he looked at you, sputtering to tell you that wasn't the problem at all. And that's when you learned that the dungeon master of the hellfire club was in fact nervous.

And really, it was quite cute to see the blood rush to his cheeks when you took your top off, his Adams apple bobbing as you sucked on his pulse point. The boy was downright bashful.

As the days passed, you found more and more ways in which to get a rise of out him, in more ways than one. From walking into the chill living room without a bra under your t-shirt to not so subtly grinding your ass into him while standing closeby, but your plan began to backfire as you just wanted him more and more yourself, wondering how much longer your patience would hold up.

The silent curses and groans had you losing your own mind with lust as the days passed, up until the moment he had finally snapped, dragging you into his bedroom in frenzy, trying to get you on top of him as fast as he could.

All of your hard work had led to this moment right here, you could hear his panting from underneath you, his breath becoming more shallow as the muscles in his abdomen started to twitch, and if you weren't so lost in pleasure yourself, you might have teased him for how fast he was becoming undone.

It's only been a few minutes, and there's a heat creeping up on his neck, you can't resist bending over to meet his lips in a searing kiss. When you move on to mouth at the soft skin of his neck, delicately sucking hickeys into it, the sounds that leave him are nothing less than sinful.

His hands have a death grip on your hips, trying to ground himself but miserably failing every time you grind yourself further into him. You're trying to figure out what he's saying, but it's no more than mumbling in-between his moans of your name, and with how hazy your head is you don't have it in yourself to figure it out. It's only when he suddenly slams his head back against the pillow, face screwed up in a way you can see the small crease between his eyebrows as he curses wildly that you pick up on the fact he wasn't just close, no, he just came.

At any other time you would have found it adorable, you would have giggled and coed at him softly as you assured him with a sweet kiss that it's okay, but not this time. This time you've been getting yourself worked up from teasing him, from leading him up to this, from the feeling of finally, finally getting his dick inside you. So no, not this time, this time you won't let the feeling in your stomach fade away, won't stop just yet.

You feel his cum coating your walls, and the feeling only keeps you going further. It takes Eddie a few seconds to catch on in his state, heavy breath he's trying to catch and a permanent look of pleasure now etched on his face, but you know the exact moment he realizes from the small twitch his dick is already giving again.

"Sweetheart, what are you doing?" He sounds almost close to tears, but he looks at you with nothing but amazement in his eyes.

"You might be done Eddie, but that doesn't mean that I am" youre starting to get a little out of breath yourself, the sentence caught between small whimpers, he scrunches his eyes shut again when you tell him, and the most heavenly moan leaves his mouth as you continue to roll your hips.

You knew deep down that if he truly wanted to, he could easily get you off him, even in a euphoric state, and so you knew that he is enjoying himself just as much as you are.

His eyes snap back open as you start to go faster, chasing that warm feeling bubbling up inside you, his dick is fully hard again inside you, and you don't doubt it has turned an angry red colour by now.

"It's too much baby, I can't-" he doesn't manage to finish his thought from the guttural groan that follows him, and you can't deny it only turns you on further to see him this blissed out.

He's struggling to keep his eyes open, wanting to watch you but gettig lost in the vision of it. Torn between pleasure and pain, the two merging together as you keep going. You can feel the satisfaction of it tugging at your heart as you keep moving, feeling his throbbing dick inside of you as you change the rythm. Eddie is still a mess underneath you, whimpering and groaning for anything, for everything, and it’s too fun not to tease him further.

“What do you want Eddie, tell me and I might give it to you.” You wonder if it even matters what you’re saying, sure that at this point he’s far beyond reach, but he doesnt dare leave you unanswered.

“You’re so warm baby fuck, just please, please”

You lean into him again, leaving a trail of kisses down the spot on his neck you know make him go weak. “Please what, finish your sentences honey, or I’ll stop right now” The both of you know it’s an empty threat, you’re too close yourself to even dare abandon your goal, but the mere thought of it is enough to make Eddie give you anything you’d want, youre decently sure you could ask for the moon right now and he would go out to catch it for you.

“Please let me cum, I wanna cum so bad holy shit” He can feel you tightening around him as he asks, another pornographic moan leaving him, and you would have made fun of him for it if you weren’t basking in the fact you’ve got him wrapped around your finger.

“Alright baby, because you asked so nicely, go ahead, cum for me.” you whisper the response in his ear, and it takes him mere seconds to find your lips, hiding away in the sweet escape of your tongue against his. For the second time you can feel his cock pulsing his cum inside of you, desperate for the realease. And it’s that feeling exactly, the feeling of his pleasure, that tips you over the edge yourself. The ecstasy taking over your mind, helplessly keeping rocking against him as you slump over, moaning his name as you cum. He catches you in his arms, already tracing patterns in your skin as you’re still riding out your orgasm.

It takes you a few minutes to fully come back to earth, stars twinkling in your vision. You can feel Eddie’s steady breathing underneath you, his heart still thumping rapidly as you listen for his regular pattern of breaths, mimicking it in order to catch your own.

“You alright?” His soft voice soothes you, always so gentle, even if most can’t see it. It makes you chuckle this time around, amused at the irony.

“I feel like I should be asking you that.” He mirrors your expression now, a grin breaking out across his face.

“Never been better sweetheart” He accompanies his words with sloppy kisses all over your face, smacking his lips against you in a manner that has you giggling against him.

“Was worried it was too much is all” You look down when you tell him, and he cups your jaw, silently asking you to face him again

“There isn’t a world out there where there could be too much of you.” He kisses you slowly this time, not rushed, not chasing anything, simply enjoying the moment as it is.

You lift yourself up slightly, feeling him leave from inside of you, and when he does you already miss the feeling again. You feel his seed dripping out of you, revelling in how he filled you up until you were so, so full. He’s watching, and you can feel his dick make a small twitch at the sight as he’s holding his breath, completely fixated on it.

“Fucking hell-” he still can’t seem to tear his gaze away, and you’re not immune to the effect itself.

“Give me a few minutes and we can go for another round” You’re laughing at his antics now, his nerves seeming to have fully disappeared and the Eddie you know so well has made it back to you.

He coaxes you to the side to lay down next to him as he slides his arms around you, your leg tangling over his as you snuggle up beside him. Your limbs feel like jelly as he holds you, his fingers still delicately moving across your skin as you can hear his heartbeat evening out from where you're lying down on his chest. This was Eddie, your Eddie, a guy who put on a big show for everyone, but when he was with you got to see his true self, and it only made you love him more.

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ellieslovr · 3 months

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mad love (e.williams)

a day in the life of you and your girlfriend, notorious killer, ellie williams.

-A/N:This is an excerpt for a longer series i’m working on, which takes place in that same universe. I hope you all like it, if so I’ll post the first chapter! important note at the end too :)

-CW:extreme blood kink,possessive ellie, choking, breeding kink, degradation, strap on sex, spit kink, finger sucking, oral fixation, body worship, praise kink, domesticity kink? (is that a thing?)

-i do NOT condone any of these things irl as a disclaimer, this is a work of fiction.

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It all happened in a blur. Ellie came home from her latest kill, still giddy with excitement. The adrenaline was pulsing through her veins, and she was practically bouncing off the walls.

She swings the door to the penthouse open and kicks off her steel toed boots, the same she had used to stomp her victim’s face into the ground.

She knew you’d scold her for getting blood on the hardwood you just cleaned, but she was too excited to care. She looks around for any sign of you, but all she sees is an empty room.

She checks the bedroom. Nope, not there. All of a sudden, she hears running water. She silently makes her way towards the bathroom, careful to not alert you. The door is unlocked, so she pushes it open quietly.

You’re humming contentedly to yourself in the shower, some pop song you’d heard on the radio.

With a devilish grin on her face, Ellie jerked the shower curtain to the side. Not expecting it, you scream bloody murder.

Ellie just stands there, beaming at you. Her eyes drop down to your naked body, and she wolf whistles. “Looking good babe.”

You roll your eyes. “You scared me half to death, you dick.” You reply. She smiles, reaching out to touch your cheek. You jerk away from her, and she frowns.

“Come on, gimme a kiss.” You shake your head and point to her clothes. “Take those off and get in here.” You tell her. She wiggles her eyebrows. “Oh? Are you trying to get dirty again?” She asks, laughing.

You whack her lightly on the arm as she strips off her clothes. “No, I just don’t want to use up all the hot water and leave you with none.” You reply.

She coos. “That’s sweet of you, babe.” She steps in the shower with you, letting the water run down her body. You take note of a few scrapes and cuts, ones that weren’t there earlier when she left.

“I take it they fought back?” You asked, a finger tracing one of the most prominent ones. She sighs. “Yeah, but I got him in the end.” She replied. You run your fingers through her wet hair, washing out some of the dirt.

“Who was it this time?” You ask. She turns around to face you. “Some rich dude who was involved with Joel’s crew back in the day. He fucked them over, didn’t pay back his debts. If it were me I would’ve killed him right there.” She groans in pain as you run your fingers over a bruise on her chest.

“Sorry.” You murmur, pressing a kiss to her cheek. She continues. “I took care of it though, you know me, I hold grudges.” You chuckle. “Yeah, you’re still mad at me for beating you in Mario Kart.” She sticks her tongue out.

“Whatever, you cheated.” “I did not!” You exclaim, splashing her with water. She laughs, moving out of the way. You turn back around and start to lather yourself up with soap, when you feel Ellie’s hands start to wander.

“Babe?” You call her. “Hm, what’s up?” She replies, hands going lower. “What’re you doing back there?” You ask.

You know for a fact she’s smirking as she remains silent, moving her hand down to slap your ass.

“Ellie!” You scold, turning around. “What? Come on, you knew it was coming!” You shake your head with a grin.

“Hurry up and get washed up, I’ll start dinner soon.” You tell her. She nods and continues her routine. You step out of the shower a few minutes later, with her in tow. You’re able to dry off and avoid her wandering hands. “They have a mind of their own, babe!” She’d told you once.

Once you’re dressed, you step out into the kitchen and grab one of the cookbooks from the shelf. “Els, what do you feel like tonight?” You ask. She doesn’t reply. You turn around, looking for her. “Ellie?” You call.

She appears behind you suddenly, wrapping her arms around your waist. She buries her face into your neck and inhales, groaning softly. “Shit, Ellie..” You mutter, pulling her closer. “You smell so good, fuck. I missed you so much.” You grin, leaning into her embrace. “I missed you too.”

Her tongue darts out to run across your neck, making you shiver. She slowly kisses her way up, until she reaches your lips. At this point you’re desperate, so you pull her into a hungry kiss.

She moans into it, her hands wandering down to squeeze your ass. Her tongue slides into your mouth, tangling with yours. When she pulls away, you’re both panting. “Take me to bed.” You tell her, looping your arms around her waist.

She grins and lifts you into her arms, carrying you to the bedroom. You loved how strong she was, how effortlessly she could pick you up and carry you around.

You also loved the little things she’d do for you, like lifting heavy things even if you were perfectly capable. Her love language was acts of service, and it definitely showed in her daily life with you.

While your thoughts were wandering, Ellie placed you down gently onto the bed. She pressed a kiss to your forehead, and you smiled up at her. “I take it you’re still on an adrenaline high?” You ask.

She nods, grinning like a maniac. “Mhm, you’re right. You gonna let me use you?” Her words cause you to blush. “Yes daddy.” You reply in a sultry tone.

Ellie’s pupils dilate. “Fuck. Let me take these off, baby.” She tells you as she begins to tug at your shirt.

You let her undress you, and she pauses for a moment, smirking up at you. “You didn’t put any panties on?” She asked. You blush. “They’re all in the laundry.” Ellie raises an eyebrow. “I just did the laundry.”

You groan, covering your face. “Shut up, you know why I didn’t put any on.” She laughs. “I know, sweetheart. Wanted me to have easy access, huh? Such a slut.”

You’re pretty sure you’re dripping onto the mattress at this point, and Ellie decides to take mercy on you. She slowly circles your entrance with two fingers, while using her thumb to massage your clit. “Ellie..” You moan softly, and she shushes you.

“Just relax baby, I’ve got you.” Her fingers move slowly in and out of you, making a shiver go up your spine.

“That’s my girl, so fucking wet.” She crooned into your ear. The wet squelching sounds of her fingers fucking you echoed off the bedroom walls, and Ellie grinned. “Aw, did this pussy miss me that much?” She asked, lips grazing your jawline.

Ellie’s thumb strokes slowly up and down your swollen clit, while holding you down to the mattress with her other hand. “Poor thing, she didn’t even touch you while I was gone? You must be so pent up.” The realization that she’s not talking to you, but to your pussy, makes your face grow hot.

It was degrading and demeaning, like you were nothing more than a toy, and you loved it. When a soft whimper leaves your lips, Ellie decides to take pity on you in her own special way.

You hadn’t noticed that she’d put the strap on, so you gasped when she pressed against you. You shut your eyes in anticipation and Ellie tuts in response, pushing into you.

She starts thrusting slowly, a low groan coming from the back of her throat. “You’re fucking dripping, baby. Yeah, this pussy knows who it belongs to, doesn’t it?” She asks, grabbing your face with one hand.

You nod, and she glares at you. “Say it.” When you take too long to respond, she slips two fingers into your mouth. “If you can’t speak properly, put your mouth to better use.” You do as she says, not wanting to push her any further.

She keeps a steady movement, her hips slamming into yours while your tongue swirls around her fingers. She pulls them out of your mouth suddenly, and spreads them apart in front of your face.

A thin string of saliva connects them, and she brings those same fingers to her mouth and wraps her lips around them. You moan at this, rocking your hips to meet her thrusts.

Ellie grunts and leans over you, green eyes piercing into yours. “Open.” She orders.

You let your jaw hang slack, and stare up at her. She opens her mouth, letting your mixed saliva trail down to her tongue.

She spits into your open mouth, and wipes her mouth with the sleeve of her flannel. “Swallow.” She orders, eyes never leaving yours. You do so, and she hums in approval.

She starts to fuck you faster, her pace brutal and unforgiving. When you look away for too long, Ellie grips your throat.

“Fucking look at her baby, look at the way she swallows my fucking cock. No no, don’t you dare look away.” She grunts.

You moan loudly, nails digging crescents into her back. You feel a bit bad, since her back was pretty scratched up from her victim earlier. She didn’t seem to mind though, as she was currently groaning into your ear.

“God, you’re makin’ such a mess. You’re a dirty fucking whore, you know that?” She asks, reaching up to roll your nipple between her fingers. “Just for you.” You breathe, back arching in response to her touch.

She lets go of your nipple and squishes your cheeks between her free hand once more, forcing you to open your mouth.

She leaned in to kiss you, letting her tongue slide against yours. She bit down, causing you to yelp. You kept kissing her nonetheless, as the taste of blood invaded your mouth.

You moan louder at this, and Ellie kisses you harder. When she pulls away, she gives you a lazy smile, her eyes half lidded. “I should come home all bloody one of these days, yeah?” She asked. “Fuck you while I’m covered in it, you’d look so pretty.” She groans at the image inside her head, pounding into you faster.

She has a tight grip on your hips, and you’re absolutely certain you’ll have bruises in the morning, but you don’t care. Ellie speaks up. “Oh fuck, I can feel you clenching around me. You like that idea baby? You want me to come home straight from a kill and fuck you, let the blood stain your skin?”

You rake your nails down her back, hard enough to draw blood. She hisses, a mixture of pain and pleasure, and continues to thrust into you.

“You’re a depraved fucking whore, nothing but a nasty slut. How long have you been waiting for my cock for, huh?” Ellie asked.

You whine in response, fucking yourself on her strap. “I’ll fucking give it to you baby, don’t worry. Anything you want princess, just say the word. I’d, fuck-” A particularly hard thrust. “I’d do anything for you.”

The weight behind her words and the emotion in her voice almost tipped you over the edge. You decide to ask her a question that’s been on your mind since the first time you found out who she really was. “Would you kill for me?” You ask her.

Ellie could’ve cum from just that question.

“Course I would baby, my girl gets whatever she wants, whenever she wants it.” She reaches down to pinch your clit between her fingers.

You moan as a jolt of pleasure shoots up your spine. “You spoil me too much.” You tell her. It’s half teasing, half sincere. She just coos down at you, speeding up. “Just take it baby.” She tells you.

You’re not sure whether she’s talking about her strap or her lavish treatment of you, but you decide not to question it.

“I meant what I said doll, anything for you. Cars, clothes, those expensive perfumes you like..” Ellie trails off, getting lost in the way you writhe and moan underneath her.

She takes in your soft skin, your pretty face and..how good you’d look carrying her baby. God, the thought alone could make her cum right then and there.

She’d considered it before, settling down, starting a family with you. She knew she’d have to change her ways for that, but she didn’t mind.

She meant it when she said she’d do anything for you. While the two of you did have a breeding kink, you’d never really explored past that initial conversation.

Ellie decides to test the waters. “Fuck, m’ gonna make you such a pretty little housewife. Gonna come home from work and fuck you on top of the same table we eat from, we’re gonna do such nasty shit-“ You sob, thrusting your hips to meet hers. “Yes.” You choke out.

Bingo. She’s got the green light, feels like she’s won the damn lottery.

She continues on. “Yeah, you like that baby? Wanna be my wife? You gonna let me fuck a baby into this pretty pussy? Gonna let me make you a mama?” You cry out, you’re so close, and she laughs condescendingly. “So fucking cute.” A kiss to your lips. “You want me to breed you that badly, baby? Stuff you full of my cum? The sneer in her tone was undeniable.

“Yes Ellie,keep me stuck here with you, bind me to you forever, please daddy-“

Your cries are cut off by Ellie, who lets out a loud guttural moan. She cums onto the strap, soaking your chest and stomach.

You follow soon after, a mixture of soft moans and pleas leaving your throat.

After a few moments of silence broken by occasional heavy panting, Ellie manages to catch her breath. “That was- fucking incredible.” She murmured against your chest.

You laugh. “It was.” You’re absentmindedly stroking her sweaty hair, trying to find the energy to get up and go to the bathroom.

When you finally stand up on wobbly legs, Ellie’s right behind you. However, her legs are shaky too, so she’s not much better off. The two of you hobble to the bathroom, holding onto the wall for support.

Once you finally reach it, Ellie turns on the water to start a bath. She dumps some soap in, and turns back to face you. “C’mon, I’ll help you in.”

You lean against her once you’re both in the tub, and sigh contentedly. “You planning on actually getting clean this time?” You ask her.

She presses her face into your neck to hide her smirk. “Maybe.” She replies. You laugh and she lifts her head up, grinning at you.

You take a moment to take it all in. How despite everything you and Ellie had been through, you were still here. She was still here. You bump your forehead against hers.

“Hey.” You murmur. She gives you a toothy grin and brushes your noses together. “Hey.” You reach up and caress her cheek, and she closes her eyes.

“I’m really glad you’re okay. I love you.” You tell her.

You’ve told her this tons of times, it shouldn’t be anything new. However, she stills get choked up every time you say it.

“I love you too.” She replies, pressing a kiss to your lips.

You weren’t sure what the future held, but you knew she’d be there by your side.

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Thanks for reading this far if you have! I wanted to drop where i got my inspiration for this from. It’s from a book by Eden Emory, in the club petale series. Inspiration for Ellie’s personality comes from Avery, a character in the third book. I implore you all to read that book series, it’s genuinely one of my favorites. Please heed the tws though!

#ellie williams smut #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams tlou2 #ellie the last of us 2 #ellie tlou2 #ellie williams x reader smut #ellie williams the last of us 2

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azriels-shadowsinger · 3 months

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Fix You (Azriel x healer!reader)

summary: Azriel falls for the healer and finds new random reasons to see her, but he never let’s her help when he’s truly hurt.

wc: 3.8k

a/n: warnings: mentions injuries and blood

Never in a million years would you have dreamed of such an opportunity presenting itself to you, but after the battle of Velaris, your healing magic became rather well known among the locals. Eventually, word of your abilities reached the high lord, and he requested to meet with you. Now, ten months later, you are learning about tonics, salves, the anatomy of illyrian wings, and so much more to use along side your magic.

“One last thing. Rhysand said that Azriel is requesting assistance. Could you go tend to his injuries before you go home?”

You hide your laugh and agree to go. This is the fifth time this month that Azriel has requested a healer. It would make sense that the spymaster of the night court would need healing after missions, but he never asks for help with that. Most recently, he came by the infirmary to ask you for a cream that will help with sore muscles. Sometimes he asks for healing after training when Cassian roughs him up a bit too much, but even then, its minor injuries. One time he even used Cassian as an excuse, claiming the general needed some medicine for a cold, but later that day Cassian seemed perfectly fine to you.

Your friends think Azriel must have a crush on you and that’s why he always seeks you out, but that’s crazy. And besides, you heard a rumor that he has feelings for the high lady’s sister, Elain. But who could blame him, she's perfect.

You arrive at the House of Wind and head for the shadowsinger’s room. The house was quiet, meaning Cassian and Nesta must be gone. As you walk towards his room, you see a shadow dart across the floor, brushing against your ankle as it flies by and making you giggle. Before you can even knock, Azriel opens his door, apparently alerted by the shadow.

“Good evening. You requested a healer?” He nods and opens the door wider to invite you in and sits on the corner of his bed.

“Cassian accidentally cut me with his sword when we were sparring this morning. The skin has healed, but it’s still hurting. I figured you could use some of that fancy healing magic on it so I’m not slacking at training tomorrow.” He extends his arm, and just like he said, theres a jagged pink scar running up the length of his tan, muscular forearm.

You agree and sit next to him, taking hold of his arm and placing your hand over the scar. A warm sensation spreads from your palm to his arm, and moments later, the raised scar is nothing more than a faint line. You hold on for a few moments longer than necessary, your eyes fixated on his hands. There was something you found so beautiful and alluring about the scars, you didn’t even notice your fingertips slowly trailing towards his hands. As soon as your fingertips brush against the edge of the scarred skin, Azriel jerks his arm away and stands up.

“I- I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-“ you trail off.

“It’s fine.” He snaps, avoiding your gaze to look at the wall behind you. “Thanks for the help.” His voice is softer now, but you can tell he’s upset. You hesitate, trying to figure out how to resolve this uncomfortable situation, but inevitably, you decide it’s best to leave.

“Happy to help. Have a good night.” You leave quickly, trying to avoid making things more awkward.

The entire way home, you berate yourself for doing something so foolish. One of the first things you learned about healing is to not make your patient more uncomfortable when you heal them. And there you were, touching something that obviously would make him uncomfortable. You don’t know the details about how his hands got so scarred, but with his fae healing, it can’t have been pretty. It reminds you of a patient you had a few years back with similar burns. You were constantly making cream to soothe the residual pain for them. You wonder if Azriel’s hands still hurt from time to time…

———

Azriel’s POV

“Do you plan to injure yourself again during training today, brother?” Cassian teases. “I see yesterday’s cut has healed already. Did a certain healer come by your room last night?”

“Shut up. It doesn’t matter.” I say gruffly and continue eating my breakfast.

“Why won’t you just ask her out?” He speaks with a mouth full of food, earning an annoyed look from Nesta.

“Because there’s no way that someone like her… it doesn’t matter. I’m over her now. Moving on.” I keep my gaze locked on the plate in front of me.

Last night, I tried to work up the courage to say something—anything, really. But when she touched me and I felt that magic run through me, I couldn’t think of anything but how beautiful she looked. I can’t help but remember the feeling of her hands on me, warm and comforting. And then, when she touched my hand, every horrible thought and insecurity ran through my head. How could someone so perfect ever want to be with someone so… damaged?

That’s also why I never seek her out when I return from missions. I don’t want her to see who I really am when I leave Velaris. One look at me with enemy blood on my hands and my own blood on my body, and she will run scared just like everyone else does. I’m just not ready for that rejection yet.

“I don’t believe that for a damn second, Az. You’re just scared. Take a chance, it could work out.” Nesta tries to be supportive, but she doesn’t get it. None of my friends do. I pretend to agree, but only to end the conversation quicker and move on to a new topic. Cassian gives a skeptical look, but moves on to discussing the evening’s plans.

———

Your POV

Two weeks pass, and you haven’t seen or heard from Azriel. It shouldn’t bother you this much, but you can’t help but miss his occasional visits, the way his shadows swirl around your ankles, the sound of his voice, the way he towers over you. Maybe you should find a reason to visit him. After all, he’s spent months coming up with ridiculous reasons to see you, you can do the same, right?

You look around your workstation at the various creams, tonics, and salves, eventually finding some that he would maybe find useful. Heading to the House of Wind, you can’t help but feel a bit nervous.

When you arrive, you see the High Lady’s sister, Nesta, walking through the foyer. “Hello. I was wondering if you could help me find Azriel. I have something for him.” You try to sound confident, but her smirk tells you she sees right through you.

“He’s at the training ring. The Valkyries and I just finished training, so it’s probably just him and Cassian up there.” You thank her and head that way.

When you arrive at the training ring, you are immediately stopped in your tracks by the sight of Azriel and Cassian sparring. You had always known the general had a nice body; you had healed it several times before. But Azriel… you have never seen such a glorious sight. The way the corded muscles of his back ripple when he moves and the way his wings, which were much larger than Cassian’s, were spread wide, you couldn’t help but stare. Eventually, Cassian notices you. He smirked, and then immediately moved to disarm Azriel, nicking him with the tip of the blade.

“What the hell, Cass? Why did you-“ Azriel turns and sees you. He turns back to Cassian, who has a shit eating grin on his face.

“Good thing your favorite healer is here to help.” You can’t help but blush at his words. Did Azriel talk about you to Cassian? “I’ll leave you two to it.” He saunters off, leaving you alone with Azriel. Azriel stands quietly for a moment, just staring at you. You can’t tell what he’s thinking, but the silence is killing you, and it’s taking all of your strength to not stare at the sweat dripping down his muscular body.

“I brought you something. You had mentioned once that you get headaches a lot. I have this tonic that can help with that. I figured I would bring it by.” You awkwardly fumble through your bag for the bottle, handing it to him. He looks at the bottle, then at you, a confused expression on his face. “Did you want me to help with that cut or…” you trail off, unsure of how to proceed.

“Oh, uh, yeah. Thanks. And thanks for the tonic. I’ll be sure to try it next time I get a headache.” He sits on a nearby bench, and you sit next to him. Reaching towards the cut, you realize you need to avoid what happened last time and ask for permission to touch him.

“May I?” He nods, and you place your hand over the small cut on his jaw. You feel his shadows swirling around your hand, almost curious about your actions. Your fingers trail over his sharp jaw line in admiration. “All done.” You stand and step away, waiting to see if he will say anything. You were about to leave, but you apparently can’t leave well enough alone, so you dig through your bag again.

“I have this other stuff you might want.” You find the soothing cream. “I had a patient a few years ago with burns similar to yours. She told me her scars would hurt occasionally, so I would make this cream for her. I don’t know if that happens to you as well, but if you want it, it’s yours.” You reach out to hand him the cream, but he just stares at you.

After a few moments, you awkwardly set it on the bench next to him. “Okay then. I’ll see you around.” You turn to leave, eager to end this train wreck of an interaction. You hurried out so quickly, that you didn’t hear the faint “thank you” coming from Azriel.

———

Several days pass without seeing Azriel. Gods, you were definitely so out of line with the cream. He probably doesn’t like to talk about the scars. You shouldn’t have gone to find him in the first place. He was obviously avoiding you. The bell above the door rings, indicating a patient has entered.

“One moment!” You call from the back of the workstation. When you make your way to the front room, you are surprised to see Azriel.

“What are you doing here?” You ask softly.

“I’m sorry for my rude behavior the other day. I didn’t know how to respond to your kind gesture. No one has ever…” he trails off, setting the empty container of hand cream on the counter. “It helped a lot. I was wondering if you had any more?” Your face lights up, causing him to smile as well.

“Of course! Wait right here, I’ll go grab it.” You rush excitedly to the storeroom. It was always such a wonderful feeling to help a patient feel better, but having been right about this made you feel so happy. You return with three containers of cream. “This one is the same as the one I gave you. This one is infused with lavender. And this one is infused with eucalyptus.” You explain excitedly. He chuckles at your eagerness.

“Thank you. I’ll let you know which smell I like best.” He smiles softly. “And thank you for before. For noticing. No one has ever taken notice like that before. People usually don’t like to even look at my hands, nonetheless, ask about it.” You blush.

“If you don’t mind me asking, how did you get the burns? It may help me formulate a more customized soothing cream for you in the future if I know how you got them. Only if you’re comfortable sharing.” Azriel sucks in a deep breath and looks at his hands.

“The details are… unpleasant.“ He hesitates. “Oil was poured over my hands and lit on fire. My bro-“ he pauses. “The people who did this ensured that I healed as they burned, so that the scarring was worse. Now I’m stuck with these ugly scars.” You try to hold back the tears in your eyes. How could somebody be so cruel and vicious as to do that to someone? “The pain is usually a sharp ache around my knuckles and fingers, if that helps.” He mutters quietly, avoiding your gaze. You hesitantly reach for his hand. He looks surprised by this, but lets you. You hold his large hand in both of yours and look deep into his eyes.

“I’m very sorry that happened to you. No one deserves such treatment. And your scars are not ugly, they represent what you have overcome.” Azriel blushes. A small shadow glides over your hands as you hold his, pulling a giggle from you. “The shadows are kinda cute.”

Azriel looks at you with surprise again. “Most people are afraid of them.” You watch a shadow weave between your fingers, letting go of Azriel’s hand to play with the shadow.

The two of you talk for a while longer before he eventually leaves. A smile stays on your face for the rest of the evening.

———

A week later.

You’re awoken late in the night by a chilly feeling across your skin. Assuming you forgot to shut your window, you groggily open your eyes to stand, but when you do, you see several shadows swirling around you and your room.

Panic immediately sets in. You have never seen Azriel’s shadows move in such a way, almost frantic. And the shadowsinger himself is nowhere near Velaris, supposedly on a mission, according to what Cassian said days ago. The shadows swirl around you, tugging you to stand. You throw on your coat and follow the shadows, praying to the gods that you don’t find what you think you will.

Upon arrival at the House of Wind, you hear panicked voices and yelling. You rush towards the commotion, finding a bloody mess when you arrive. You run towards Cassian and Nesta, trying to see what’s wrong, but when you look down, you see it.

Azriel. Covered in blood. Several arrows sticking out of his abdomen and wings, reeking of faebane. You immediately crouch and begin to inspect the damage.

“Cauldron, what happened? How long has he been hurt? Where is Madja?” You fire off a string of questions, not bothering to wait for an answer. Azriel groans in pain, barely conscious, with his eyes shut.

“He just winnowed here like this. We don’t know what happened, he pretty much passed out as soon as he got here.” Cassian looks at you nervously. “I tried to pull one of the arrows out, but the wounds won’t heal. The arrows are dipped in faebane.”

“Go get a bucket of water, a washcloth, and bandages.” You order to no one in particular before assessing the best plan for removal. When Nesta returns with the materials, you begin to remove the first arrow from his abdomen. Luckily, it didn’t hit any vital organs. When the arrow finally is removed, Azriel yells in pain.

“I know, I’m sorry. Just stay still and it will be over soon.” You try your best to use a soothing voice, but the shakiness is still evident. You get the second arrow out of his abdomen and begin to clean the wounds, working your healing magic as you go. Cassian and Nesta are standing over you, watching nervously, which only makes you more anxious.

“I got the worst of the injuries handled, he’s going to be fine. I still need to work on his wings, which may take a while and won’t be pretty. You two may want to go for now.” You say, not looking away from Azriel. Cassian and Nesta reluctantly leave, promising to return with the others in a bit.

“This is going to hurt, I’m sorry.” You warn Azriel, who’s still unconscious, while you grip the arrow in his upper left wing and work to remove it. As soon as the arrow moves slightly through his wing, his eyes open wide and he howls in pain. He looks at you, just now noticing that it’s you tending to his injuries, and looks panicked.

“Wh-what… how are you here?” He rasps, wincing as the arrow is fully removed. He tries to sit up, but you force him to remain laying down.

“Your shadows found me. I figured you sent them.”

“No. They’re supposed to find Madja or Feyre if I get badly injured. I don’t know why they went to you.” He says gruffly. You try not to get upset by his words as you begin to stitch and heal the wound. Something about his demeanor is vastly different from how he usually acts, colder even.

"Well, you got me instead. Sorry to disappoint.” You mutter, trying to hide the hurt in your voice. You can tell he wants to say something else, but as soon as you grab ahold of the second arrow, all he can manage is groans and curses.

After you remove the third and final arrow, Azriel speaks. “You’re not supposed to be the one who handles my major injuries.” You can’t hide the pain in your eyes, so you look away to focus on working your healing magic on the final wound and bandaging it.

“I can handle more than basic tonics and minor injuries, you know.” You say quietly, cleaning away some of the blood with a washcloth. You gather the bloodied cloths and arrows, moving quickly to dispose of them.

“I know you can. I just don’t want-“ his words are cut short by the high lord rushing in, immediately requesting a status update. Azriel didn’t need to finish his sentence for you to know what he was about to say. He doesn’t want you here. You turn from Azriel to give Rhysand a full briefing on the injuries and the expected recovery process. After calming a bit, he begins to help Azriel up and to his room.

“It looks like you’re in good hands. I’m going to go update Madja on the situation so she can manage your recovery.” You say softly, avoiding eye contact. Before he can say anything else, you’re gone.

———

You avoid Azriel for a couple weeks. Every time he tries to come to the infirmary, you send another healer to take care of him. You couldn’t help asking Madja how his recovery was progressing, but she refused to tell you, stating that you were perfectly capable of asking him yourself. You know that you aren’t as skilled as Madja in some aspects of being a healer, but you never thought that Azriel would doubt your abilities. You guess that’s why he never asked for your help after missions. Maybe those months of ridiculous requests were just a joke to him, something to laugh about with his friends.

The sun goes down, signaling that it’s time for you to head home. You say goodbye to Madja and leave out the front door.

“Y/n.” You immediately turn toward the voice. Waiting by the door, you find Azriel. You look him up and down, assessing for injuries and observing his healing progress. The scars on his wings are only faint marks now.

“You look like you’re healing well. If you need medical attention, I suggest asking a more skilled healer, like Madja.” You say bitterly, walking past him. He sighs heavily.

“I didn’t mean to upset you that night. You weren’t supposed to see me like that.” He follows behind you, catching up quickly due to his long legs.

"Yes, you made that very clear. You didn’t want me there, you don’t trust me to handle your manor healing. I heard you loud and clear.” You refuse to look at him.

"No, that’s not-“ You turn down a side road suddenly, trying to evade him. “I know you can handle healing my more serious injuries, I just didn’t want you there.” You stop and stare at him, slightly in disbelief at his words. Is he really this cruel, or is he just really this bad at speaking to people? He reads your expression and backtracks.

“No, it’s not that I don’t want you around, I just don’t want you there.” He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “Gods, I’m just making this worse. Can I start over?” You don’t respond, but he takes the fact that you aren’t walking away as a yes.

“I didn’t want you to handle my major injuries because, when I’m focused on my missions, I am a completely different person. I hate who I am outside of this city. I hate what I have to do, but I do it to protect my court and protect my family. When I get back, it sometimes takes me a while to get back to normal. I didn’t want you to see me like that, so I wouldn’t scare you off. It seems I managed to do that anyway, so I guess I was right to stay away.” You finally look at him. Who treated him so poorly to make him think so low of himself?

You take a step closer to him and look into his eyes. “I wasn’t scared of you that night. I was scared that you could’ve died. I was scared of the way you pushed me away. But never of you. I’ve healed fae from all over with horrible histories, grusome wounds, and severe PTSD. You’re job is hard, but you shouldn’t handle that burden alone.”

“You spend enough of your time fixing people, I don’t want to be another person you feel like you need to fix.” He says in a self loathing tone.

“You aren’t broken, Azriel. You don’t need fixing, just support.” You take his hand. “Let me be there for you. Let me be your friend. Please.” He stares at your hand holding his for a few moments.

“What if I don’t want you as my friend?” You frown, and he immediately realizes how that must have come across as you attempt to pull your hand away. He tightens his grip on your hand. “What I mean is, will you go to dinner with me? Like, on a date?” You look at him surprised, blushing hard. “Cmon, y/n. I thought I was pretty obvious that I have feelings for you with my dozens of ridiculous injuries and requests.” He chuckles.

“I would love to get dinner, Azriel.” He gives you a wide smile. The two of you begin to walk side by side down the street. After a few moments of silence, Azriel speaks.

“Now that you’re no longer mad at me, can I have more of that soothing cream? I’ve been out for like a week, but I’ve been too afraid to ask you for more.” You laugh.

“Of course you can.”

Have a great weekend everyone!!

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gothlcsan · 7 months

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Puppy Rockstar ; CHOI BEOMGYU

PAIRING rockstar!beomgyu , fem!reader

GENRE SMUT 18+

SYNOPSIS beomgyu is the bassist of your band, he’s always been clingy with you and he would do anything to make you his

WORD COUNT 4162

WARNINGS switch!gyu, kissing, spitting, fingering, choking, biting, improper use of instruments, cock slapping, angst, swearing, beomgyu is EXTREMELY possessive, let me know if i missed anything > <

♫ our song - ella mai

a/n day twenty of kinktober. i missed yesterday so i decided to make this one a little longer. i hope you enjoy. this was briefly proofread so i apologize for any mistakes! if you enjoyed please consider liking and reblogging! > < ~ ♡

The first day you met with the band, you instantly became aware of Beomgyu’s existence. Which was hard to miss considering the way his eyes fixated on you the very moment you walked into the little garage. The band had money considering they were gearing up to start a small world tour but they claimed staying to their roots kept them grounded, meaning you’d practice in the small garage that smelt just as old as it looked. Their previous drummer has quit only a week prior, not giving you much time to learn and perfect their songs but they had faith in you and your talent, you nodding at Beomgyu as you settled behind the drums. The stool was a bit shaky, having to plant your feet firmly onto the ground to steady yourself. Going through the set list and tweaking things as you went, you sigh in relief as the practice ends a few hours later, feeling the hair on the back of your neck stand up. Glancing up you see Beomgyu staring at you who’s been doing so for nearly the entirety of practice, coining him in your head as a doppelgänger of Death Note's L.

“Hi?” You slightly dragged out the word, trying to hint that you were confused and slightly weirded out by his intense stare. He raises an eyebrow in response, smiling faintly, and turning around to put away his bass and bid everyone goodbye before leaving. You shrugged with a slight shake of your head deciding he was a strange one, attractive, but strange.

Tour begins and it’s chaotic but better than you had imagined. You were getting used to being on the road in the tour bus, the tiny bunks that nearly trigger your claustrophobia, becoming accustomed to using Beomgyu’s snoring to aid your sleep. However, one thing you hadn’t expected was to accidentally overhear Beomgyu relieving himself underneath you. His tiny moans being just the slightest bit muffled (presuming by his hand), your body going stiff as you hear him sniffle, your name rolling off his tongue. You try to convince yourself you misheard him, that you were exhausted and sexually frustrated yourself that’s why you heard your name. Hearing your name a second time causes your entire body to inflame into a blush, covering your mouth to stifle the surprised and turned on moans that threaten to expose you to being awake. The lewd sounds of him chasing his high makes the hair on your arms stand up, body radiating heat due to your flushed skin, eyes squeezed tightly shut to ground yourself. You go stiff when you hear him carefully getting out from his bunk, relaxing both your face and breathing to not give yourself away by the slight chance he’d check to make sure you weren’t awake. He doesn’t do so, hearing the small door to the bathroom open and shut, the sound of the sink running giving you enough time to let out the breath you were holding in. Moving to lay on your side you nearly laugh out of shock at the reality of the situation hitting you like a truck.

The next morning to pretend nothing is out of the ordinary, well as normal as you can considering every time Beomgyu would glance at you, you’d look away just as fast. His gaze suddenly felt heightened due to last night's accidental invasion of privacy (not that you meant to listen but he did moan your name so is it really your fault?) Practice goes smoothly, trying to ignore Beomgyu as much as possible, focusing on Taehyun who stood in front of you, swaying back and forth on his feet leaning on his microphone stand.

“After tonight’s show do you want to grab drinks? The bar seems to have pretty cool drinks in honor of us gigging there.” Taehyun asked, you gasping as your reply is caught off by Beomgyu yanking him by his jacket collar. You watch as Taehyun is dragged away, looking over at Soobin and Kai who only shrug and go back to packing up their gear.

“What the hell is wrong with you, dude?” Taehyun yelled as Beomgyu threw him against the wall, his arm pressed against Taehyun’s throat. Beomgyu’s expression was deadly, his voice practically a snarl as he spoke.

“Don’t you ever flirt with her again, you understand me?”

“What? Beomgyu seriously-“ Taehyung is cut off by Beomgyu pressing his arm firmer against his throat making him flinch in pain.

“I will choke you out with my guitar string, don’t try me.”

Beomgyu lets go of Taehyun who drops to the ground gasping for air, Beomgyu kicking water in his direction before going back into the bar, walking past you to grab his case and head to the tour bus without a word.

Whatever they argued about before the show seemed to have settled as you all prepared for the show, doing the last and final soundcheck. You kept a close eye on the two of them deciding if you had to break up a fight you’d take one for the team. Getting to the last song, Taehyun comes over to you whilst singing, smiling up at him and giving him a wink which he returns. You jump as Beomgyu turns his amp up, now playing louder than Taehyun’s microphone, glaring at the two of you. Taehyun walks over to Beomgyu and tells him to turn it down, not being able to hear what they were arguing about over Soobin and Kai still practicing. You watch as Beomgyu yells at Taehyun to fuck off, walking off the stage to the break room, you running after Beomgyu saying you’ll handle it. Knocking on the door you let Beomgyu know it’s you when he says to screw off, the door nearly getting ripped off it’s hinges when he swings the door open.

“Can I come in?”

He doesn’t give you an audible reply but he steps out of the way for you to get inside, closing the door behind himself as he leans against it watching you.

“Is something bothering you?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Gyu, I can tell something is bothering you. You’re on edge and it’s not common to fight with everyone, especially Taehyun like you’ve been doing.”

He goes to accuse you of being on Taehyun’s side instantly shutting that theory down stating you weren’t picking sides, you just wanted everyone to get along and put on a good show. He’s quietly staring at his boots and you knew he felt sorry for his actions, telling him to come sit down on the couch with you. Sitting down you give him a firm hug telling him to take a second to breathe and then you’d both go back out and he could apologize to Taehyun. He hesitantly agrees, you telling him he did a good job, your fingers instinctively playing with the ends of his hair as you hugged him. A tiny noise from Beomgyu sends you back to reality apologizing as you let go of him, his tiny laugh bouncing off the walls as he replied it was fine. He asks if you’d braid his hair out of his face, agreeing as you told him to face away from you. Running your fingers through his long hair to get it to sit away from his face, you massage the scalp, fingertips scratching the back of his ears. A satisfied moan comes from him which makes you instantly think of the night prior, your hands freezing as a flustered blush blossomed on your cheeks. Quickly regaining your composure you start braiding his hair, securing the end with the hair tie that always sat around your wrist, giving his shoulder a soft pat letting him know it was finished. Beomgyu studies it in the small mirror giving you a smile saying it looked great, then saying he was ready to head back if you were. Agreeing, you stand up and turn off the lights on your way out, smiling as Beomgyu apologizes to Taehyun, both of them agreeing there were no rough feelings.

“Oh my god, what is that Gyu?”

You walk up to Beomgyu after you had changed into your show clothes, eyes fixated to the prong collar around his neck. He lets you touch it, your eyes and fingers steady as you asked him if it hurts, shaking his head saying it would probably only hurt if it got yanked on.

“They really have you looking like a mutt.”

Your eyes widen at your own words, going to apologize instantly, changing your mind as you notice the blush on his cheeks, looking back down at the collar.

“Not that it’s a bad thing, of course.”

He chuckles at your sudden shyness, letting you stand straight up and walk to your drum set, placing your sticks against your forehead as you tell yourself to get it together. Luckily enough the show is a great distraction from everything until it wasn’t, Beomgyu eyeing you up and down every opportunity he had. His blatant flirting as he walked towards you, mouthing the suggestive parts of the songs, giving you winks before turning away to work the crowd. After the show and meet and greet, you ask Soobin if he’d put your drums away, you’d pay him back later you just had something you needed to do. He tells you it’s not a problem, thanking him sincerely before marching up to Beomgyu. He notices you giving you a smile before his eyes fall into confusion asking you “what” repeatedly as you grab him by the collar, making him gag.

“Follow me. Now.”

He does so, practically all but running to match your pace as the collar tugs into his skin. You slam the break room door behind you, pushing him into the dark room hoping he made it to the couch. Flipping on the light you stared at Beomgyu who looked at you, rubbing his neck where the collar has pinched.

“What?”

“No Beomgyu, what the fuck was that?”

“I’m not following?”

You scoff, a frustrated laugh coming from you as you point your drumsticks at him.

“I pretended to not hear you when you moaned my name last night, I tried to act oblivious to you hating anyone who seemed a little too friendly with me, what is your fucking deal?”

Beomgyu is frozen, his expression a mix of horror, shock, and excitement? He doesn’t reply to which makes you groan in frustration, just desperately wanting an answer to your questions. However, he doesn’t speak, your grip tightening around your drumsticks as you match up to him. His eyes don’t falter from yours as you raise the sticks up meeting them back down against his crotch making him gasp in pain. He doubles over on the couch, your brain snapping back into reality instantly asking him if he’s okay, Beomgyu looking up at you with a smile.

“That hurt you know.”

He catches his breath, sitting up and looking down at his jeans, throwing his head back with a sigh.

“Beomgyu did you seriously just?”

He nods, your face turning red as you turn around fast. Beomgyu had just cummed from you hitting him, and why did that fact excite you? Going to apologize, you tell him to not speak, needing a moment to wrap your head around the situation, taking a deep breath as you turn around on your heel.

“Let’s talk later, yeah? I’m tired.” You said, letting him finish up as you walked to the tour bus, waving at fans as you got ready for bed. You laid awake, staring up the ceiling of your bunk as you heard the other members climb into theirs, not yet hearing Beomgyu get in. Soft whispering pricks your ears as you move to get a better listen, chewing on your bottom lip as you recognize Beomgyu’s voice. You couldn’t tell who he was talking to, maybe Yeonjun? Lying back down quietly as you hear them exchange good nights before heading to their bunks. The soft rustle of Beomgyu settling in makes you hold your breath not that you need to, closing your eyes in hopes of heading to sleep first.

“I’m sorry.”

Beomgyu’s voice is barely an audible whisper, choosing to not respond hoping he’d go to sleep if he figured you weren’t awake. The sound of his rustling puts you at ease taking that as he is heading to bed, having to cover your mouth once more as you hear the softest sighs coming from him. Heat burned in the pit of your stomach listening to him, Beomgyu saying your name as if it was nothing to him, clenching around nothing at the sounds. He sounded delicious, your hands trembling as you greatly considered sneaking him into your bunk, imagining his long slender fingers replacing your own fingers that found their way into your shorts. You stayed quiet and still as possible, thanking the bumps in the road that hid your shaking limbs as you pumped your fingers in and out of you with each moan that came underneath you from Beomgyu.

“Fuck, need you so bad.” Beomgyu whispered, the heat running down your legs at his lewd confessions. Considering the consequences of sneaking into his bunk bed, you swear under your breath, turning to face the wall whispering Beomgyu’s name. He falls silent before faintly replying with a breathy, “yeah?” You tell him to make room, checking to ensure everyone’s curtains were shut, slipping down from the bunk quietly, crawling into Beomgyu’s fixing the curtain. The space was small for one person, the two of you being nearly sandwiched together sharing the tiny space. Sudden shyness falls between you two, quickly breaking it by pulling him into a kiss, he returns it with a smirk, a moan vibrating from deep in your throat. He tasted sweet, slightly salty and bitter, sighing against his lips as his hand greedily started taking off your pajama shorts. You giggle as he kisses down your throat, his fingers rubbing slow circles against your clit.

“So wet for you.” You whisper into his ear, gaining a possessive growl from him, his selfish and greedy nature stuffing his dick into you. Gasping into his neck you moan into the soft flesh as he grabs your ass, using it to help him thrust into you, deeper with each stroke. He felt incredible dragging against your walls, his girth making it difficult despite already having had prep yourself, biting his shoulder as he slowly picked up pace. Your vision blurred as you got lost into it, your moans being muffled into his skin and kisses, clinging to him in hopes of getting more. Beomgyu didn’t disappoint in the way his thrusts reached places you didn’t think were realistically possible, your head thrown back as he kneaded your ass like fresh dough. Wrapping a hand around his throat, you added enough pressure to make him groan, his dick twitching in you causing a surprised moan to fall from you. You matched his thrusts, your hips sore from gyrating them, hand tightening instinctively as the red hot heat deep in the pit of your stomach grew.

“Need to cum, please.” Beomgyu begged into your ear, you nodded fast telling him to cum on your thighs, Beomgyu pulling out and painting your thighs, the sight making you blush. His fingers push past your messy folds, long slender fingers hitting your reeves until you clench around them thighs convulsing as you cum around the pretty digits. Both of you are doing your best to hide your panting, sharing soft kisses as Beomgyu helped you put on your shorts after cleaning you up with spare wipes he had. Poking your head out to check if the close is clear, you bid Beomgyu goodnight before sneaking back into your bunk.

The next several stops you find yourself sneaking into Beomgyu’s bunk, sharing kisses as he takes off your edge, a slight pain growing in your chest. You loved the sex, you didn’t love how much you loved it, the friends with benefit pact you two had unspokenly formed making you ache. It was becoming impossible to ignore that you were slowly (well.. not too slowly) gaining feelings for Beomgyu but it was hard to tell if he felt the same. At the very least he didn’t make it unbundling clear if he had feelings outside of the late night sex.

You were resting your head against the booth table, the other members deciding on getting burgers next door, you wanting something more soupy. Beomgyu had agreed to go with you so you weren’t by yourself, listening to him sit next to you finishing his ramen. Paying for both your meals, you tell Beomgyu to finish up, you want to step outside for some fresh air. He tells you to be careful and he’ll meet you out there, telling him not to rush as you walk out. The cold air hits your face which you welcomed, leaning against the brick wall, planting one foot against it to keep yourself in place. Thankfully it was later in the evening so you didn’t have to worry about fans potentially running up to you, most likely heading to the venue for the concert. Checking the time on your phone you knew you guys had two hours until concert time, popping a piece of gum into your mouth as you relaxed waiting for Beomgyu. A few minutes later the bell on the restaurant door goes off, opening your eyes seeing Beomgyu walk up to you, asking if you were reading to head back to the venue. Nodding, you send a text to the band chat along with your manager, walking in silence next to Beomgyu. He stops randomly in his tracks, looking at him with a confused expression as you ask him what’s up. He asks for a piece of gum, going to fish out the half empty pack out of your pocket as he tells you not that kind.

“Well, this is all I got. Beggars can’t be choosers.”

Beomgyu slowly walks towards you until your back is flush against the wall, you gasping as your back hits against the brick.

“What are you doing?”

Beomgyu places his fingers around your chin, bringing your face closer to his, not breaking eye contact once.

“I want the piece in your mouth.”

Staring at him you tell him to stop being a dumbass, laughing until you realize he was serious about this, going quiet.

“You’re serious?”

Beomgyu responds with a little smirk accompanied by a nod, you swearing under your breath as you wrap your arms around the back of his neck. Clasping your hands together you press your lips against his, the kiss is nothing special as you pass the gum into his mouth, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand when he pulls away. He smiles in triumph turning away as he continues to walk down the street, you following close behind shaking your head.

The show goes off without a hitch but you cannot shake off your feelings from earlier. Bidding everyone goodnight as you head off to the break room to grab your bag, you make note of Beomgyu following close behind. He shuts the door behind himself and you ignore him as he talks, his arms wrapping around your waist as he whispers in your ear.

“I missed you.”

“We literally just played a show together.” You muttered, grabbing your back and moving to leave. He stops you, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

“That’s not what I meant, silly.”

Beomgyu kisses up your neck, biting down on your lip before the emotions coursing through you snap, angrily pushing Beomgyu away from you. You ignore him as he calls after you, accidentally shoulder checking Yeonjun who comes out of the bathroom, roughly pushing the exit door open as you mindlessly step out into the pouring rain. You didn’t care where this alley led to, you just needed to get away from the venue, away from Beomgyu. Seeing a lit up bar sign you decide on your destination stopping in the middle of the alley as Beomgyu yells at you.

“I love you, you know?”

You whip around giving him a glare, sarcasm thick in your voice as you yelled back.

“Yeah, love you too.”

Turning back around you go to take another step, Beomgyu telling you to stop moving, his voice barely audible over the heavy rain.

“No, I’m in love with you.”

Facing him again your face is a mix of hurt, confusion, your shoulders hanging in defeat as you shake your head. You weren’t in the mood for this, not for his pity, not in the mood for the lies he’d try to take back the moment the two of you were in the tour bus and he got what he wanted. You watch him as he sprints up to you, throwing his arms around you as he pulls you into a kiss, your body relaxing into his naturally. Part of you wanted to shove him away but he was warm, his lips molding with your own, curling your fingers around the soaked ends of his hair.

“Tell me this isn’t a lie, please.”

You needed reassurance, needed to know you weren’t going to make the worst mistake of your life on a shred of hope. Shaking his head he promises he isn’t pulling a joke on you, laughing against his lips as he says he’s obsessed with you. Telling him to prove it, you squeal with a laugh as he lifts you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he pins you against the alley wall, kissing you with such vigorous you almost swore your lips would be ripped off. Keeping your fingers tight in his hair, you jump as you hear hooting and hollering from down the alley, Beomgyu pulling back to tell the band mates to fuck off, you groaning in shyness into his shoulder.

“Let’s head to the tour bus to grab dry clothes. We have an off day tomorrow, let me grab a hotel so we can be alone.”

You feign being hurt, shaking your head accusing him of only thinking with his dick, Beomgyu smacking your ass as he carries you back into the venue.

“No, I meant we can be alone so we can makeout without the guys mocking us the entire time. Clearly you’re the one thinking with your dick.”

You look at him with a “oh really” type of expression, Beomgyu calling you cute as he opens the door, pushing past the guys and manager who just shakes his head, telling the guys to shut up and get onto the bus. Thankfully the bus pulled closer to the venue than earlier, climbing onto the bus long enough to grab extra clothes and necessities, blushing the entire time as the members poked fun at you and Beomgyu. Listening to the painfully embarrassing “use protection” talk by your manager you pull Beomgyu by his wrist telling everyone goodnight as you two grab a cab, leaving to head to the hotel.

The hotel itself is nice, the blush on your cheeks not fading as Beomgyu wraps his hands around yours, guiding you to the elevators. The ride up is quiet, humming as Beomgyu presses tiny soft kisses against your neck, telling him to behave himself.

“Yes, ma’am.” He says with a proud smirk, walking down the long vitrified tiled hallway to your door, unlocking it with the keycard heading inside. The room is massive, definitely much more than the two of you needed. Nonetheless it was beautiful and modern, stripping out of your wet clothes instantly to fall into bed, giggling as Beomgyu came behind you to smack your bare ass. He calls you a tease, hooking his finger around the thin band of your panties, snapping it back against your skin causing you to flinch, calling him a jerk for doing so.

“You know you like it.” He replies back, stripping down to his boxers before climbing into bed next to you, allowing you to cuddle into his side. You were spent from the emotionally taxing day, yawning loudly as you lay your head against his chest. Beomgyu runs his fingers through your hair, returning the favor by rubbing small circles against his stomach using your thumb. His warmth radiating off his chest against your own makes you hum in satisfaction, doing your best to cuddle closer craving his body heat. Being able to relax with him solely without the extreme confinement of a bus bed makes it easy to nod off, Beomgyu telling you goodnight as you faintly snore against his chest.

Waking up realizing you have the prettiest boyfriend, being the drummer of a super successful band, how could you not be the luckiest girl in the world?

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— only under the rain do we shine

just some instances wherein you’re caught under a sudden downpour and you find yourself joined by the company of a familiar man.

INCLUDES : alhaitham ; dainsleif ; diluc ; zhongli

reader is gender neutral w/ you/your pronouns !!

A/N : *gasp* sophie writing smth in canon timeline rather than an au ??? :shocked_pikachu_face: (blatantly ignores dains part while typing this haha,,,) i just love me some rainy (kinda) romantic moments ;w;;

likes and REBLOGS are appreciated if u enjoyed this !! <33

— alhaitham : kissing in the rain

“are you looking to catch a cold?”

“i’m not cold,” you huff out in response to alhaitham’s remark. “i’m feeling rather warm, actually.”

he blankly eyes your drenched form with scrutiny, and you fight the urge to shiver from the water droplets landing along the back of your neck. it’s not your fault the rain decided to pour when you decided to take a stroll! curse the weather and its unpredictable changes.

he gives a low hum after a few seconds of silence. “then why are your lips trembling?”

“i was just so excited to see you that my lips started to tremble— ack!”

the scribe stares blankly at you once more as he watches you try to rapidly blink away the raindrop that landed in your eye. he takes a brief glance at the downpour steadily increasing in strength before sighing to himself and stepping closer to you, lifting part of his cape to shield you from further onslaughts.

alhaitham had always thought rationality was the best and most efficient course of action. why should one prioritise fleeting emotions over sound evidence and logic? it never made sense to him, and he always thought it would simply stay that way.

well, keyword being “thought”, that is.

had he been told in advance that all sense of rationality would be promptly tossed aside when matters concerning you arose, he would’ve simply ignored that person and walked away. as much as he enjoys listening to others’ viewpoints and thoughts, some things are too illogical and farfetched.

but now he’s become a victim of irrationality and it’s all your fault. whether it’s the accumulation of time he’s spent with you that sparked this unyielding fondness or your terribly reckless habit of acting without much thought beforehand that makes him want to grovel, he doesn’t know. it’s simply a mystery to him how you’ve managed to weasel your way into his heart and plague his mind without much effort.

was it a year ago? no, it was longer than that. perhaps back in your student days? well, thinking back on it won’t change the irreversible. even when you smile at him like you are now, a sight to behold for his traitorous heart that only dares to pound so erratically when in your presence. even now the rain does little to deter him. in fact, it only seems to spiral him further, what with the way the raindrops drip off the contours of your face makes his mind shut down and fixate on the wet gleam along your lips.

ah. screw it.

in a deft movement he dips towards you, head angled and perfectly aligned with yours. something happens, and it’s only after his lips reluctantly part from yours do you realise what it was.

your lips tingle. is it from the kiss or is it from the heat steadily washing over you, the cold now drowned out?

“you’re warmer now.”

there’s something off about his tone — it’s filled with unspoken passion and void of his usual mechanical composure; almost as though he’s come to a groundbreaking revelation.

he stays close, lips barely a hair’s breadth away from yours. as much as you want to deny it, you can’t help but to agree with his statement. in fact, you’ve long-since forgotten the fact it was raining until now.

(mentally though, of course. you wouldn’t want to give him the satisfaction of you openly admitting the affect he has on you. even if he knows a bit too well. but you can just ignore that.)

“however,” he continues in a mutter, and you suddenly find yourself at his mercy as his hand takes hold of your cheek in a gentle caress. “i don’t think you’re quite warm enough.”

yeah, maybe it would be a good idea to stop here and get out of the rain before one of you actually catches a cold. but alhaitham has only ever experienced irrationality and impulsive desires when with you, and this time is no exception.

— dainsleif : seeking shelter from the rain

sidestep to the left. duck. parry. clang! step to the right. clack! raise your arm—!

a resounding thud echoes across the training grounds. you catch your breath on the ground as you watch your training sword skid across the dirt before coming to a stop at the edge of the ring.

“you’ve gotten better, [name],” dainsleif states with a smile. he leans down with one hand stretched out towards you, the other clutching his own training sword at his side.

you huff lightheartedly and accept his hand. “i’m still light years away from your level of skill, captain.”

“what matters is your improvement. don’t be comparing yourself to others.”

you roll your eyes and walk over to the benches, guzzling down the contents of your water bottle and wiping away the lingering sweat with a spare towel. how typical of him. i’ll compare myself as much as i want just to spite him.

“and don’t drink your water so quickly. you’ll choke—”

his reprimands are cut short when you interrupt him with a slew of coughs, your fist banging against your sternum. immediately, he panics. he rushes to your side and hovers over you for a second or two before patting your back in hopes of alleviating your discomfort.

you settle not a moment after, and he would be breathing a sigh of relief if not for the cunning glint in your expression. if he didn’t know any better, he wouldn’t believe you nearly lost to a bottle of water mere seconds ago.

“y’know, captain, you’re a really clumsy guy.”

“and whose fault do you think that is...” he finds himself muttering. it’s moments like these he’s glad you don’t hear him, for the embarrassment would be too much if you saw the opportune moment to tease him.

“hm? did you say something?” your only response is him turning away and downing his own water. isn’t that hypocritical of him? did he not just see what happened to you, or does he want to experience it that badly?? “uh, captain? shouldn’t you slow down there—” drip. “huh?”

a drop of water hits the tip of your nose. just as you’re about to squint up at the sky, you find yourself being pulled along to the nearest sheltered area in haste. unfortunately, the tree your captain pulled you to does little to avoid the downpour now ensuing, but it’s the thought that counts.

the rain persists and you can just about make out the blurry figures of your comrades running under cover somewhere far off. from what you can see, however, they seem to be having about the same luck as you both.

(you could’ve sworn you saw one knight nearly face-plant if it weren’t for the saving grace known as halfdan, who barely managed to catch him in time.)

with no end in sight you turn to your captain wringing the excess water from his gloves behind you, only for the words you were about to say dissipate at the tip of your tongue instead and a new sound replace it.

it wasn’t intentional, but the laugh that slips by your lips is good-natured all the same. with how the rain made your captain’s hair all flat and stuck to his face, it was impossible to not find the sight at least a little cute. and so without much thought you reach up, brushing away the damp strands from going into his eyes with such concentration that you miss the way his eyes widen and quiver, his body stiffening in place.

his throat runs dry at the close proximity, and he would feel embarrassed by the heat engulfing his body if not for his brain short-circuiting.

“there!” you grin, eyes closing in tandem with your widening smile, and the twilight sword finds himself at a loss once more when before you. “now your hair won’t obstruct your view!”

you’re right. he can see you clearer than before. though that holds little weight when the rest of the world always seems to blur together and leave only you to stand unaffected in the centre of it all — in the centre of his world.

(to hope for this time with you to last an eternity… is that such a selfish thought?)

— diluc : lending the other their jacket

crystalflies had always been a fascinating entity in your eyes. its existence was something akin to that from a fairy tale, though you suppose with the addition of visions and elemental lifeforms anything could be possible.

perhaps it’s the way they always seemed to flock to and hover over you ever since you were young, always keeping you company when you were on your own. people have always said they disliked human interaction, opting to flee when a certain perimeter is met. but you’ve never encountered such an issue — maybe they are the problem.

you blink at the crystalfly sat in your cupped hands, the anemo particles shimmering gently in the darkened rain.

well, they’re cute at least.

a weight abruptly drops itself atop your head and the crystalfly resting in your palms flutters away. from the warmth and scent alone you knew who the culprit and owner of the jacket was.

you turn your head to glance over your shoulder with narrowed eyes and a petty heart. “you didn’t have to scare away the crystalfly like that.”

the winery tycoon merely sighs at your accusatory tone. “i think preventing you from getting sick is more important than a crystalfly getting scared.”

“i’m strong!”

“say that again after remembering the incident from last time,” diluc instantly retorts.

at that you fall silent, a defeated pout settling upon recalling your bedridden week during the last heavy downpour. actually, scratch that, you don’t really want to remember.

(both the incessant pain and diluc’s worried-sick expressions... yeah. you’d rather forget that time.)

hugging the coat to also cover your body you glance up from your crouched form to inspect the expression the man has right now. aside from his usual nonchalant expression there’s a forlorn glaze in his eyes as he stares into something inconceivable to your eyes, but you can hazard a guess as to what it was that caused him to fall into this stupor. (it was raining heavily like this on that day, too, after all.)

“and what about you? what can your short sleeves do in this weather?” you take a jab, and it effectively snaps him out of his daze. unfortunately for you, however, he makes one back.

“i, at least, have plenty of body heat to keep me warm, so i’ll be fine.” you’re about to let out a protest, but he cuts in before you can ever open your mouth. “that’s why i gave you my jacket. is it not warm enough?”

you can’t deny it. it’s warm — too warm, almost. but it’s comforting nonetheless.

diluc’s eyes soften when you bury your face into the warmth of his coat. that familiar flutter of his heart soars once more, and he can’t seem to tear his eyes away from you even if he wanted to.

when he couldn’t find you within the manor he panicked, the dropping of his heart heavier than before. finding you crouched by the grapevines surrounded by crystalflies was no strange sight, but with the recent fluctuations of the weather it made him worry more. so he rushed, driven by the sight of you lying sick in his bed on a similar day to this to prevent you from being in such pain once more.

for you, who’s been by his side even through both his best and his worst, this is the very least he can do; diluc can only hope you accept his company into the unforeseeable future as well.

“come on, let’s go in. adelinde prepared dinner for us while you were out gallivanting in the rain.”

“wha— i was not gallivanting! the crystalflies called for me!”

“yes, yes. let’s hurry now or you really will get sick again.”

— zhongli : sharing an umbrella

liyue harbor always seems bustling, so much so that you can’t recall a time where it wasn’t throughout your years of living here. even when a steady downpour occurs, just like now.

“of course it’s just my luck the rain starts after i finish shopping,” you mumble. you’re grateful the shopkeeper lent you one of their spare umbrellas just as it started. if not for them you would’ve been sprinting through liyue’s streets just to get back home without too much damage done to your shopping.

well, life seems to enjoy spiting you.

a lonesome figure catches your eye amidst the rushing crowd, and it takes you a moment to realise it’s zhongli. you always thought of him to be rather otherworldly, but standing still in the middle of such a downpour is a whole new kind of, uh, otherworldly. can’t all be sane and good-looking, you suppose.

he’s someone you’ve come to worry about in the time you’ve known him (which, admittedly, isn’t all that long. it’s like he just appeared one day out of the blue and stayed ever since!). he’s rather wise and has a good head on his shoulders, but even so, there are moments where his expression shifts; like he knows something you shouldn’t even dare to dream of, or sees something far beyond your comprehension. there are times where even his shared stories and history lectures have an unspoken sense of experience.

in short, he’s an enigma. a bit of a weirdo sure, but not enough to the point you’d avoid him altogether.

and so it’s because of that very sentiment you’re changing course and heading towards him instead of the comfort of your home. can’t have one of the few good people you know catch a cold now, can you?

he’s lost in thought, zhongli is. the rain has minimal affect on him, the ongoing war raging constantly within his body being more detrimental than a few drops of rain. so really it’s easy for him to reminisce on days such as this — alone in dreary weather accompanied by a sombre mood... it’s practically the perfect setup.

idly, he wonders just how many rainy days such as this have gotten him so wistful. no, perhaps it would be best to not think too deeply on it and continue on his way.

a shadow hovers over him and he can no longer feel the dampness of the rain stain his clothes. he glances up — an umbrella? — and not a moment later does he turn, your narrowed gaze meeting his perplexed one.

“jeez, you’re such a handful.”

...he is?

with a sigh you take a step forward. zhongli blinks at the gesture, only noticing a second later your outstretched arm holding an umbrella between you both and connects the dots.

“there’s no need to worry about me,” he says, about to urge your umbrella back to shield you in your entirety. unfortunately for him, you’re stubborn.

“but you’ll get sick if you keep standing out here the way you were just now. we can just share.”

but i’m not a mortal like you, he wants to retort. he’s not like you, who can get sick without a moments notice. he’s not like you, who has only ever known life within the comforts of liyue harbor and its people. he’s not like you, whose blissfully radiant smile eases his weary soul. he’s not like you, who can effortlessly adapt to and understand human emotion. he’s not like you... you who deserves something meaningful in your fleeting lifespan.

he’s not like you, and you’re not like him. (oh, how he hopes you never have to face even a minuscule fraction of what he’s been through.)

it is only after your persistent stare does he eventually cave, a defeated smile resting helplessly on his lips at this situation.

“then allow me to at least hold the umbrella.”

and you beam at him in response, hugging your soggy shopping bag to your chest in delight.

“alright!”

he’s not like you, but maybe he can learn how to be while by your side.

(just for a moment, perhaps he can forget about the corrosion eating away at him. even if it’s as fleeting as the days that pass by.)

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neurosharky · 3 months

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ASPD: The Desire for and Run from Intimacy

This post will only contain my personal opinion and experience. It may not be applicable to all other people with ASPD and may likewise be relatable to people who do not have it.

I am only going to be talking about emotional intimacy, but this post is definitely also applicable to the other type of intimacy!

I'll make myself pretty vulnerable in this post, by discussing my personal experience, so you better not make me regret that!

Abbreviations:

ASPD = Antisocial Personality Disorder

ASPD is a disability caused by prolonged childhood trauma (with many possible variations), that develops in order to protect the brain from said trauma, or rather to help the brain deal with it in some way!

While the consequences of this in the context of intimacy, look different for every person with ASPD, many do report: a difficulty with developing bonds, having problems trusting people & giving away control, losing feelings for people quickly and abruptly/getting "bored" of people, responding extremely to arguments, having problems dealing with peoples emotions/ problems with being close to people etc.

This may be due to a variety of factors, but does often tie back to having no or few positive experiences with intimacy, having not learned how to exist in relationships properly/a lack of being socialized, not having the necessary prosocial emotions and mechanisms to deal with it and other similar things.

While this causes some people with ASPD to develop a brain, that does not have a need for emotional intimacy at all, others develop a brain, that craves the emotional intimacy it has been denied, but which will also fight said intimacy at every turn.

Thats as much generalized info as I can give you, as the exact representation of this is highly individual, but I will offer my personal experience on the following slides!

What you need to know is that I was accidentally neglected for huge parts of my childhood and teens and did not get my emotional and social needs met most of the time, while also knowing that my parents were theoretically capable of that, as they were giving everything I lacked to my sibling.

This caused me to grow up with a burning desire for intimacy, while being disappointed by people time and time again, failing to actually develop the things needed to experience this intimacy and partially growing to resent it and viewing it as "weak" and "bad".

Ever since then I have been stuck in what I like to call the "ASPD stages of running". Theres different points in getting close to people (in any nature of a relationship), that'll send me running and feeling like I am "weak" for wanting it, or as if being close to people is the worst thing that could happen.

The stages (simply put) are:

1. Desiring/Daydreaming about my dream relationship

2. Looking at peoples relationships/Looking at people with the intent of getting closer to them

3. Talking to people (online or irl)

4. Getting closer / being friends with people

5. Being friends with people for longer

Optionally:

6. Getting so close that a romantic relationship may happen

7. The moment of getting in the relationship / the days after

8. Being in the relationship for a bit

At any of those stages, I'll very likely have one or multiple moments where my ASPD will try to get the better of me and will try to convince me to just run away, drop contact and never talk about it again. Even just admitting to this and talking about it is hard as fuck, because it is so deeply ingrained in my brain to see emotional intimacy as a weak and dangerous thing.

What this will look like exactly really depends on the person and situation, but things that have happened in the past were:

• blocking the person and everyone I am friends with and pretending I am no longer alive

• my brain fixating on their faults in order to give me a good reason to hate them so I don't get closer to them and can hold them at arms length

• responding less often/more dryly or ignoring messages entirely

• not replicating the energy of the conversation/relationship

• staging an incident so I ruin the relationship

• running at the first signs of a disagreement

• avoiding people when they are emotional

• feeling uncomfortable around people as a whole => isolating

• beating myself up about letting it happen again

• impulsively bumping the relationship to another stage, just to immediately regret it (in a "fuck that has consequences" way)

• shutting off all my emotions, dissociate or otherwise make sure to stop the feelings (or just lose them automatically)

To put it in a shorter and more simple way, I'll usually either get the fuck outta there, or make sure to change the relationship/my personal position in the relationship to a more comfortable and less vulnerable and intimate level. This may also just look like me shutting off, becoming distant, or seeming mad, when all I am is overwhelmed by the intimacy and grossed out that I actually need and desire that.

As you can possibly imagine, that is not the most useful thing, as it causes issues in relationships, cuts friendships short and makes dealing with people a lot harder!

The most frustrating thing about this for me though is, that even if the most perfect friend or partner came along and even if the relationship would work at first, I am very very likely to crash it against the wall, simply because my brain cannot handle having the things, that it needs and desires.

It desires a hug and runs from the one who offers it.

It needs help and bites the hand that does.

It needs love and gets grossed out by whoever offers it.

It wants attention and can't handle it when it gets it.

It wants gifts, but doesnt know what to do when it gets them.

Whatever it wants, it can't have, so it keeps wanting, keeps yearning, keeps desiring and has to watch itself be unable to accept any of it.

And if that sounds painful, thats because it is.

Its a vicious kind of pain when you have to watch yourself ruin yet another thing, because your brain can't handle it, while you scream at it in frustration to get its act together, because it also is everything you desperately need.

ASPD sucks when it comes to intimacy and it especially sucks when it comes to talking about it, or being honest about these problems. It developed to protect me from being too "weak" to deal with the trauma and now its practically preventing me from showing any "weakness" or seeking out what previously hurt me. Which wouldn't be this bad, if I didn't still have this kid in me that just wants to be loved and daydreams about all the things, the ASPD hates.

When your shell disagrees with your core and you're not strong enough yet to break your shell, what does that really leave you with, other than curling up into a spiky ball and letting the shell do its job? I know I still need the protection, but I wish it wasn't actively preventing me from learning to live without it.

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cyankeiya · 3 months

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Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x Pregnant! Fem Reader

Words: 2.9K+

Fandom: Spider-Man: Across the Spiderverse

Cw: 18+ ONLY!!! Pregnancy/labor/birth material, waterbreaking, unassisted birth, explicit birth, orgasmic birth

A/N: I started this fic in early September 2023 during my Miguel O’Hara fixation. I had it in my Google docs as a draft, I went back and revised/added to it so it can be put here.

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It was when you felt the cramping pains of the first contraction that you couldn’t deny it anymore…you knew you had to give birth soon.

You started experiencing feelings of nausea in the afternoon while Miguel, your husband, and the baby’s father, was out. That nausea was followed by aching pains felt in your lower back which then traveled to your pelvis. In the meantime, you’d finished the chores and tasks needing to be done in the apartment - anything that could distract you from the progressing labor.

But now that everything is finished for the day, you can’t help but focus on the pain that came with the moments leading up to your baby’s birth. Miguel wasn’t going to be home until the evening.

You walk around the living room, riding out those incoming contractions. Another intense contraction hit, around 15 minutes from the last one, followed by an immense pressure in your belly. God, this was not comfortable at all. In fact, you hadn’t exactly recalled what “comfortable” felt like for some time now. Particularly during the third trimester of your pregnancy, something would always ache or swell. It was hard to breath and find a comfortable position to sit or lie down. But now what was to come in this part of your pregnancy journey was going to be very much agonizing.

“Just a little longer, okay?” You speak softly to your baby who is kicking you hard. “Daddy’s not home yet.”

6:00pm arrived. Miguel still wasn’t home. You’re still in the living room, you’ve moved yourself to laying on your back on the couch, groaning and breathing, panting out through each contraction. You switch positions constantly, from laying on your back to your sides, or turning around and sprawling out with your front leaning over the cushions, anything to get somewhat comfortable. You rub your belly, trying to apply any sort of massaging pressure to your physical aches.

Ever since you found out you were expecting, Miguel had been very attentive and caring towards you and your soon-to-be born baby. He’s been amazing during this whole pregnancy journey. Just the thought of Miguel being here with you, holding you and caring for you through the moments through your agonizing labor has you excited but also anxious about him being able to make it in time before your labor progresses much further.

You take a deep breath and try to relax. You decide you’re gonna get through this, just need to wait a little longer.

A few agonizing moments later, you hear the doorknob click in the distant hallway. You struggle to sit up from your position, anticipating Miguel entering through the door. You get yourself up off of the couch to move behind it, leaning forward and pressing your hands on the back of the couch. A sense of relief washes over you as you see that it’s him walking through the door.

Miguel shuts the front door behind him and gets himself settled into the house as he walks towards the living room. He sees you leaning behind the couch, hunched over.

“Querida, what are you–” Miguel finds himself cut off as you rush to embrace him. He hugs you back, and just the feeling of him returning your touch sends you over the edge. You lean into him to press your lips against his.

“Miguel, you’re here.” You breathe, leaning into him for a kiss for some moment of time before you pull away to let out a low groan as the pressure in your belly accumulates in your pelvis. The sounds of pain you emit from your lips alerts him, and he turns to look at you with worry.

“What’s wrong? Everything alright, sweetheart?” He asks, his concern present in his voice. He brushes your cheek with his hand, cupping it with his palm.

You shut your eyes and shake your head. “The baby’s coming.”

His eyes widen. “What? Did your water break?”

“No, but I’ve been having contractions since this afternoon. They’re like…12 minutes or so apart now?” Your breath is becoming more labored as you talk.

Miguel holds his hands to the sides of your heaving belly, he looks down at your very large bump where yours and his baby was, so eager to be born. Miguel smiles before looking back up at you. “Why didn’t you call me earlier?”

“I’m sorry, I just thought I could hold it out until you came home. If you were gonna be out for much longer I would’ve definitely tried to reach you.”

“Well, I’m here now, so we’ll just get you to the room.”

“Okay, let’s just – hhhrrrrggghhhh!! ” Your words are cut off by your own groan of pain as another feeling of immense pressure rips through your pelvis. You grab onto Miguel’s arms in response, trying to hold yourself together in all the intense pain you were feeling all of a sudden. Just then you feel a pop inside of you, and a gush of fluid pours out onto the floor right beneath you.

Miguel looks down at the puddle under your feet, then back up at you, his hands at your sides to make sure you don’t fall.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” You plead.

“No no, it’s okay, it’s gonna be okay. Can you walk?” He asks.

“Mhm, yeah.” You nod.

He keeps his hands holding you close as you walk to the bedroom, then into the adjacent connected bathroom. You’ve stripped yourself of your soaked shorts, and you’re only in your underwear and one of Miguel’s large t-shirts he let you wear whenever you wanted.

He has you both standing in the front of the bathroom mirror, laying your back against the front of his body. Miguel took his work clothes off too and now was just in his briefs and a base-layer t-shirt. He’s big and strong and muscular…just drop-dead sexy; just the sight of him actually manages to distract you from your labor pains which makes them somewhat more bearable.

More loud groans leave your lips during the contractions. Slow, deep breaths, you remind yourself. Miguel keeps his hands holding underneath the swell of your belly, pressing his hands slightly upward against the gravity that was pulling down on your body.

“That’s it, baby, breathe just like that.” He tells you.

“Mmmhmmm…” You respond, you just lean your head back against his shoulder and huff out a slow breath.

“You’re doing so good, querida…you’re so, so beautiful…” He whispers with a smile, kissing your head through your hair.

“Tell that to yourself, handsome.” You smirk. He chuckles in response.

“Let me know what you need.” He said.

You needed this, needed him to hold you like this. “Can I get into the tub?”

“Of course.”

Miguel fills the tub with warm water, you strip yourself of your underwear and shirt. You step inside the tub and sink yourself in. The water alleviates some of the gravitational pressure off of your belly, its warmth provides some relief to your aches.

He kneels on the floor outside of the bathtub, squeezing your hand while holding your head with his other hand.

You have another contraction 8 minutes from the last one, you tuck your chin to your chest and groan out. Your groaning melts into soft whimpers. Miguel leans in closer to you from outside of the tub, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Ohhhhhh…Miguel…!” You whine as the strong contraction passes over you. “Hooohhhhhh…”

“Breathe,” He speaks softly. “I got you.”

You slow your breathing down. Breathe in, breathe out, you remind yourself, though you can’t help but continue to let out groans of pain. Miguel whispers in your ear words of sweet encouragement. You can do this, you have Miguel with you.

You stay in the bathtub, waiting out more contractions until the water becomes lukewarm. You drain the tub, and Miguel helps you get out and dry you down with a towel. Another contraction comes in at 6 minutes, and you let out a breathy moan of pain. Miguel holds you close, shushing you gently and assuring you’re going to be okay.

You both walk over to the bed you share. You lay your towel on the mattress and get yourself sitting on top of it while Miguel props up the pillows for you. You lean your sore back against the pillows, trying to get yourself into a position that feels at least decently comfortable. God, you needed this, just to rest for a moment before giving birth. Miguel climbs into bed and lays next to you, holding you close in his strong arms.

“Is the room warm enough for you?” He asks.

“Mhm, yes.” You nod.

“Do you need water?”

“I could use a drink, sure.”

Miguel takes the plastic bottle of water on the nightstand, opening it and raising the bottle to your lips for you to take slow sips. He puts the bottle away to focus his attention on you.

Another intense contraction hits you, causing you to whimper softly in desperation and hold your hand to your bump. Your breathing becomes labored again as the contraction passes. You grip on the back of Miguel’s t-shirt in desperation, and tears stream in your eyes. “Oh god, it hurts…I need to push…”

Miguel reaches his hand out where your hand is placed, rubbing gentle circles at the taut skin of your swollen and aching belly. He kisses your forehead. “I know, baby, I know. But you’re not there yet.”

You groan in agony and melt into a sob. “I’m done…I’m so done with this…”

Miguel reached his hand to your tear-soaked cheek, cupping it wiping your tears with his thumb before stroking the side of your hair.

“You’re almost there, cariño.” He says, voice gentle, sorrowful for the state he put you in, and excited at the same time for what was to come. “You have me here with you. Just keep breathing, I got you.”

You manage an exhausted smile. “I love you, Mig.” You breathe.

“I love you too.” He smiled. “Let me take care of you.” He plants another soft kiss on your forehead. He puts his hand back onto your belly, leaning over to kiss it. Miguel’s lips are soft and warm against the taut skin of your bump.

You run your fingers through his dark locks. When he moves himself up closer to your face, you shift your hands behind his broad shoulders. “Thank you, Miguel, you’re so amazing.” You breathe.

“Anything for you, sweetheart. I love you.”

“I love you.” You crash your lips into his, multiple times. Your kisses become desperate as you can feel your labor progressing further to the point of a strong urge to push.

Through this next part of the labor leading up to the delivery, your mind constantly switches focus between the pain and Miguel’s presence. You cling to him, cry out to him as a searing pain cuts through between your legs.

“Hey, hey, I’m here, baby, tell me what you need.” Miguel says.

You place your hands at the sides of his dark locks. “I need to pushhhh....” You huff through your teeth.

“I’ll check you.” He looks at your crotch and examines your dilation. “You’re ready, we’ll get you pushing here.”

“Okay, good, okay.” You pant.

“Get up and hold onto me.” Miguel reaches his hand to your back and helps you upward. You find yourself struggling to get up when your large belly is in the way. You sit up on your knees and wrap your arms around and above Miguel’s neck and shoulders. He places his hands at the sides of your heavy belly. You groan out through another contraction, and Miguel feels the cramping muscle movements in your belly against his palms.

“On the count of three,” Miguel instructs. “One…two…three…push…”

With that you push your first push, groaning out through the force you exert. Fuck, it’s happening, you’re giving birth. You spread your legs further apart on the mattress. Your contractions are coming in very close to each other now. You keep your arms wrapped around Miguel and continue to push through the cramping pains.

“That’s it. Push just like that, sweetheart.” He tells you.

“Can you see anything?” You wince.

“You’re bulging, I don’t see any hair yet.”

A bit frustrated, you grunt loudly through another push. You gasp for breath, you feel the gravity pulling down on you from your belly, and your breaths become irregular.

“Breathe. Pant out, pant it out.” Miguel instructs.

You pant accordingly. Your breathing is not too rapid, but they are quick and deep. You let out a moan, spreading your shaky legs wider. You hug Miguel tighter as your crotch begins to burn as you’re crowning.

“I can’t do this…I can’t…” You shake your head, sobbing. “Miguel, it burns!”

“I know it’s hard, baby.” Miguel says as he rubs your back. He kisses your cheek a couple times. “See if you can focus on your breathing and let the head move down on its own.”

“Okay…” You agree. You focus on your breathing accordingly, slow deep breaths. The next contraction comes in, and you adjust your hips. You groan out as you push, and you can feel the baby’s head inch further out, but it’s still painful.

“Ooohhhh, it hurts!” You cry out as a searing pain overtakes your strained crotch, and grip onto Miguel’s back in response. You’re sobbing and sweating profusely, struggling to give birth as the baby’s crowning head begins to feel stuck. “Mig, I need you.”

“I'm here. Just tell me what to do, honey.”

“I need you to touch me.”

“Okay,” Miguel nods. You immediately make eye contact with him, his dark brown eyes are soft as they gaze directly at you. He holds his fingers to your crotch. “Look at me, cariño, Let me relax you.”

You nod and lock your eyes on Miguel’s. He begins to rub his rough fingers against your labia, kissing your tear-soaked cheek gently as he stimulates your sensitive pussy.

“Does this feel good?” He asks.

“Yes~” You moan out with each stroke of his fingers, and you feel your opening relax with each touch. You whine out as you cum, the release just completely fogging your mind in a haze of pleasure. As you come back from the fogged state of your mind, you take a deep breath and you push again, this time the baby’s head slides out with more ease.

“Oh god, here it comes…” You huff. “Pushing feels so gooddddd…”

“That's wonderful. You’re doing so well.” Miguel assures as he cups your baby’s head in his palm. “Baby’s coming along. I see some hair.”

“Yes…baby’s coming…” You nod, panting out shaky moans as you continue to push the shoulders out with more force. Your groans become louder, you cling to Miguel tighter as you feel your knees weaken and tremble. Breathe, you tell yourself, as another contraction drives you to push down harder through the tightness in your crotch. The feeling of your baby’s shoulders being pushed freed from your body makes you gasp in overwhelm.

“There you go, that’s my girl.” Miguel encourages you as he nuzzles his face into your neck. The soft kisses he plants on your neck make you shiver and you exhale out a laugh. You’re sore, tired, and drenched in sweat. But Miguel looks so good right now, holding you close in his strong arms and never losing his focus from you, his beautiful, gorgeous, birthing wife.

“Miguel…” You pant.

“I’m here, sweetheart.” Miguel assures you.

“How much longer?”

“You pushed out the shoulders, just push a few more times and the baby will be here.”

“Okay, okay…” You spread your legs further. You take a deep breath as you anticipate another contraction coming along. Breathe and push, like you’ve been doing.

“Baby’s coming along further.” He says. Keep going.”

“Oh god…oh god…!!” You whine desperately.

“Breathe, pant it out,” Miguel says. “I’m still here.”

You nod and pant through this hard push. “Get it out…GET IT OUT!!!” You scream.

“You’re almost there, keep holding onto me.”

This is it, the last stretch before you can welcome your baby into the world. You sob and scream louder as you push harder. Miguel’s hand is cupping the baby’s head as you exert a large push of more force. Miguel’s words of praise and encouragement are so soft in your ear.

“I love you so much, sweetheart,” Miguel tells you as you continue to push down through the contractions. He kisses your tear-soaked cheek again. “You’re doing so beautifully.”

“Oh my god…oh my god…Miguel…” You repeat through heavy breaths. “Miguel, please help me…”

“I’m here, I still got you. Keep pushing, you’re doing so good.” Miguel tells you. His focus is all on you in this last stretch.

You press your hand to your thigh and scream louder through the push. “OOOOOHHHHHH!!!”

“You got it baby…PUSH!!!” He continues to hold and support you. “Keep pushing, just like that!”

“MIGUEL, IT’S COMING!!!” You push and yell and push, until you feel a massive gush of fluid flow out of you. You catch your breath and look down, and see Miguel’s hand holding the squirming baby which has been completely freed from your body. It’s over.

Miguel lifts the crying newborn for you to hold in your arms. “Oh my baby, there you are.” You cup your baby's head close to your chest, and you gasp and sob out of joy and relief. “Miguel, we did it.”

Miguel wraps his other arm around you and brings you and your baby you’re holding closer to him. He smiles with a visible tear of emotion in his eye, and plants a soft kiss on your forehead. “I’m so happy.” He sighs.

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barelytolerabled · 1 year

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Silent Whispers

Spencer Reid x fem!Reader

Summary: After your painful break up with Spencer, you finally return to the BAU.

Warnings: break up, depression(?)

CW: 1.649

Taglist: @envraijesaispas @rosecentury @taygrls @thisismeraki @thenerdthatwrites @bigbunnygucci @jordie-gvf

The cold, sterile hallways of the BAU seemed eerily silent as you walked through them, your footsteps echoing faintly against the tiled floor. It had only been a few days since you and Spencer had decided to part ways, but it felt like an eternity. The once warm and comforting atmosphere had lost its touch, leaving behind an empty void that mirrored the ache in your heart.

The memory of the moment you and Spencer decided to part ways played like a painful film reel in your mind. It was a cold and somber evening, the air heavy with unspoken words.

The two of you had sat on the worn-out couch in your shared apartment, the silence between you growing louder with each passing second.

Spencer's usually expressive eyes were guarded, his hands fidgeting nervously in his lap. He had always been a man of logic and reason, but in that moment, his vulnerability was palpable.

"I think it's for the best," he had said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't want to hold you back anymore."

You had felt your heart shatter at his words, the ache in your chest becoming almost unbearable. You reached out, your hand trembling as you placed it on top of his, seeking some semblance of connection.

"But I don't want to be without you," you had confessed, tears welling up in your eyes. "We've been through so much together, and I can't imagine my life without you in it."

Spencer had looked at you, his expression torn between love and pain. "I know it hurts, but I believe this is the right decision. You deserve someone who can give you the stability and happiness I can't."

His words had pierced through your heart like a knife, but you knew deep down that he was struggling, trying to protect you from the chaos and danger that had consumed his life.

"I love you, Spencer," you had whispered, your voice filled with both sorrow and longing. "And if this is truly what you want, then I'll let you go."

Tears streamed down your face as you held each other for what felt like an eternity, clinging to the remnants of a love that was slipping away. It was a painful goodbye, filled with unspoken promises and aching hearts.

You tried your best to put on a brave face, to mask the exhaustion that had settled deep within you. The weight of it all pressed heavily on your shoulders, leaving you drained and worn.

As you entered the bullpen, the familiar faces of your colleagues greeted you, but they didn't go unnoticed. Their eyes, sharp and observant, scanned your tired features.

Penelope Garcia, with her vibrant spirit and caring nature, was the first to approach you.

"Hey, hun. You okay?" Penelope's voice was filled with concern, her eyes searching yours for any sign of the pain you were hiding.

You managed a weak smile, trying to dismiss her worry. "Yeah, just a little tired. Rough few nights, you know?"

Penelope wasn't convinced, her gaze lingering on you for a moment longer before she nodded. "If you ever need to talk, you know where to find me, right?"

You nodded, grateful for her understanding, before moving toward your desk. The weight of the breakup seemed to hang in the air, and you couldn't help but feel the team's eyes following you, their worry palpable.

Spencer sat at his desk, his eyes fixated on his paperwork but his mind clearly elsewhere. He had been tormented by the decision to let you go, believing it was for your own good. Yet, as he saw you walk through the bullpen, the exhaustion etched onto your face, doubt seeped into his heart.

His thoughts were interrupted by Emily, who approached him quietly, concern lacing her words. "You're not fooling anyone, Reid. You can't ignore what's happening."

Spencer sighed, his eyes flickering in your direction. "I just thought it would be best for both of us."

Emily's gaze softened, her voice gentle. "Sometimes what's best isn't what's easiest. Have you considered that maybe you were wrong?"

The words struck a chord within Spencer, his heart twisting with guilt. He had been so focused on protecting you, he hadn't stopped to consider the consequences of his decision.

Days turned into weeks, and the relentless fatigue that had settled within you grew harder to conceal. The weight of sleepless nights and emotional turmoil had taken its toll, leaving you drained and barely functioning. The once familiar routine of the BAU felt like an uphill battle, every step requiring an immense effort.

One particular day, as the team gathered for an important briefing in the conference room, you found yourself struggling to keep your eyes open. The familiar faces of your colleagues blurred before you, their voices distant and muffled. The exhaustion had become too much to bear.

Penelope, ever perceptive, noticed your struggle. Her eyes flickered with concern, her worry etched across her face. Sensing your distress, she discreetly placed a hand on your arm, a silent gesture of support.

As the meeting progressed, your eyelids grew heavier, each blink lasting longer than the one before. Your head began to droop, and your attempts to fight off sleep became futile. Your body craved rest, demanding respite from the overwhelming fatigue that clung to you like a heavy fog.

Eventually, it became unbearable. You could no longer ignore the exhaustion that consumed you, threatening to engulf your every thought. In a moment of surrender, you mustered the strength to raise your hand, interrupting the flow of conversation.

"Excuse me," you managed to utter, your voice weary and strained. "I'm... I'm really sorry, but I

need a moment. I just... I need to lay down."

The concern in your colleagues' eyes was palpable as they exchanged worried glances.

Hot tears welled up in your eyes, a mix of frustration and weariness. The team understood the toll this ordeal had taken on you, their empathy shining through in their expressions.

Hotch, always the composed leader, nodded understandingly. "Of course, take the time you need. We'll catch you up later."

You offered a weak smile, grateful for their understanding, before making your way out of the conference room. The walls seemed to close in on you, the fatigue weighing you down with every step. You felt a mix of embarrassment and disappointment in yourself, knowing you had reached your limit.

Seeking solace, you made your way to a nearby empty office, its door ajar as if inviting you in. You closed it behind you, shutting out the noise and the curious gazes of your colleagues. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow from a desk lamp casting a warm, comforting ambiance.

With a heavy sigh, you sank into the plush office chair, allowing the weariness to wash over you. You closed your eyes, your mind finally granting you a temporary reprieve from the chaos that had consumed your days. The silence enveloped you, providing a sanctuary of stillness amidst the storm.

Minutes turned into hours as you surrendered to the much-needed rest. In that quiet solitude, you found a brief respite from the relentless fatigue, a moment to recharge and gather your strength. The weight on your shoulders lightened, even if just for a little while.

Eventually, the sound of a gentle knock on the office door roused you from your slumber. You blinked the sleep from your eyes and found Hotch standing there, his expression softened with understanding.

"Feeling better?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

You nodded, offering him a grateful smile.

"Thank you, Hotch. I'm sorry for interrupting the meeting."

He shook his head, his tone reassuring. "Don't apologize. Your well-being comes first. We're a team, and we'll always support each other."

It was then that Spencer finally mustered the courage to approach you.

He entered the office softly as Hotch made his way outside of it.

"Hey. Can we talk?"

You glanced up, your weary eyes meeting his. Nodding, he leaned on the desk. The silence hung heavy between you, the unspoken words

filling the void.

"I... I'm sorry," Spencer finally spoke, his voice filled with remorse. "You still have trouble sleeping ?", you nodded silently. "I thought I was doing the right thing, but I see now how much I've hurt you."

You sighed, your shoulders slumping as you looked at him. "It wasn't just your decision, Spencer. We both agreed it was for the best."

"I should have fought for us," he admitted, his gaze filled with regret. "I've realized that sometimes what's best for someone isn't always what they need. I miss you, and seeing how exhausted you've been... I can't ignore it anymore."

Tears welled up in your eyes, the emotions you had been holding back threatening to spill over. "I miss you too, Spencer. I've been trying to move on, but it's been so hard."

He kneeled in front of you, his hand reaching out to gently wipe away a tear that escaped down your cheek. "I want to try again, if you're willing. I want to be there for you, to help you through this like I did before."

Your heart fluttered with hope, a glimmer of light breaking through the darkness. Nodding, you found solace in his presence once more. "I'd like that."

Spencer pulled you into a comforting embrace, the weight of the past lifting slightly. In that moment, you both knew that healing would take time, but you were determined to face it together.

As the days went on, the team watched with relief as the exhaustion gradually faded from your eyes. They saw the spark returning, the silent whispers of love and healing mending the broken pieces of your heart. And in the midst of it all, Spencer found redemption in your embrace, vowing to never let you go again.

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flwerr-ss · 4 months

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Wife

Ayato Kamisato

cw! unhealthy mindset, delusional mindset, implied abuse, escapism, implication of imprisonment, implied non//con

- as if wedding rings were chains, you were stuck with the same man that would imprison you, and there was no escape

you do truly wonder if he did love you, it was hard not to wonder and ponder onto that question. as the days had gone you were left with nothing but questions and shiny chains—one that shined on your left ring finger — while the others that dulled, left blemishes of purple around your wrist and feet

it was hard to understand why? why did this love that you consumed, become such a twisted matter, as if you had eaten the same apple that eve had did. the way he loved you now reminding you of the snake that whispered temptations of false promises —the devil— if you will.

and that how he was for you. the devil that had trapped you in a hell filled with pillows and soft silks of blankets. a filled with nothing but a never ending loneliness that could consume you whole

you did love ayato, or more like you loved the version that would whisper nothing but this false promises of love to you..because this was never love. it was a sick obsession. a sweetness that was so sweet it tasted like tart. a flavor that would never leave your tongue.

but still you do enjoy those fantasies of love, because maybe that’s the only time you didn’t feel like you were trapped in this never ending void, that slowly chips aways at the very last sanity that you clench around.

or maybe it’s because you have nothing else to believe? the many escapes you’ve tried end in the same result. more marks of his claim on your body. the pain that would accompany you feeling the most sickening —because those scar— forever living his imprint.

because to him bones creak like sticks in his hands, his hands that once were warm like a warm sunny day, now cold as the metal that bonds you to him.

The hands you interlocked you fingers with , enjoying the roughness of the callous that had formed his swordsmanship now being salt to the wound as they rub against the raw skin– a crimson color – that beautiful color that accompany you most days.

The warm liquid being the only thing that reminded you that this was your reality. The reality of chains, lace and thread. The lace that would accompany his smile. As you would look up at the man you – once loved - his rough hands creasing your skin so softly..

So when the day ends and the dark room that allows no light expect a window that you no longer try to escape from, and a light forms from the creak of the door. you can’t help but look up. the last bit of light that lingers inside, the last bit of sanity that lays in you comes up. as you gaze upon him.

his lilac eyes being the same shade of purple that adorns the fabric of your kimono that he had made just for you. his eyes that gaze down on the bed, where your forever bond. the chains connecting to the bed post, forever keeping you fixated upon the silk sheets.

you could only stare at his face, imagining only the past. the only thing you could hold onto.

“i’ve missed you…”

his voice sounding sickening, an overbearing sweetness laying over his tongue as he spoke those words. it

was to much, like a sweet tart that once you’ve had a few bites it becomes a bitterly taste

his footsteps sound heavy, with each step leaving a heavy creak. the door slowly shuts leaving only the moonlight to dim the room.

he approached slowly, keeping his elegant posture, even though you both know that this situation was never elegant, it was a nasty secret that would forever be hidden from the worlds view—the way he wants it

and the closer he gets towards the bed the more that feeling of dread appears. as if a never ending cycle. with each step another pin drop of dread builds until it will over build and your left with those same lilac irises that sparkles like jewels in the dim moonlight

the darkness only adding to the eeriness mood that it set as he came closer and closer

and when his rough hands come and crease your skin, cupping your cheek so affectionately that it makes you sick. his hands make you feel sick, everything about him makes you sick, yet your stuck. bond to this bed with him forever.

when he leans down to softly plant kiss across your skin, touching you as if your a porcelain doll that would break. you can’t help but notice that his lips feel cold.

his cold lips dragging along your neck towards your collar bone where he rests before looking up at you.

“..haven’t you missed me too?” he speaks, his voice sending shivers down your spine. he trance his fingertips across the fabric of your kimono, tracing upwards from your back, finding the seam lines where the fabric was sewn together to fit your body perfectly.

you swallow down a gulp of air in an attempt to drain down the screams you would let out, but you knew that would result in nothing but more despair

“..yes” you spoke, feeling as if your voice was foreign as it left you lips. maybe it was because you never did get to speak only to him nowadays. he wanted nothing more then to own your very existence, down to your voice, the only time you would use it for him and him only.

“you could never know how much i’ve missed my lovely wife..” he spoke, the word wife making you want to throw up.

you hated when he called you that.

his hand when down towards your left hand. he swiftly interlocked his fingers with yours, his graze looking intensely at the skinny ring.

you only stared at him, looking at his face. you could look as his face contented with a smile, such a loving smile. a while you wanted to tear that ring off. to rip the very paper that would tie you down to this place to him

he brought your hand towards his mouth, leaning forward and placing a kiss upon your right finger, so lovingly.

“i love you so much..” he said softly the words that rolled off his tongue so easily, that it was so hard to believe that he truly did love you, because if you love someone wouldn’t you want them to be happy, you wouldn’t be the very cause of the pain they would go through

using his free hand, he brought it towards your chin. he slightly lifted your chin up, his thumb finger resting against your bottom lip, and you had no choice but to face him

his hot breath sliding across the surface of your face, sending a shiver down your spine. his graze being so overwhelming. that lilac purple staring into yours. you breath hitched, as he brought his face closer towards yours in such a tantalizing slow pace

his lips ghosted across your lips before being them together. the soft press of lips, even his elegance continuing on. he let go of your chin in favor to the back of neck where he slowly tangled his fingers within your hair, no pulling just resting.

and even though this kiss he never once dropped his eyelid’s down, in favor of those light purple irises to stare at your facial expressions, only cardinal desires filled them.

you simply just closed your eyes, it was better then facing that monster who was the one to stare at you like a hungry beast ready for his next meal.

he pulled back slowly, and yet you keep your eyes closed, not wanting to face him.

his grip on your hair tightened, he was signaling for you to open your eyes, and that exactly what you did, what else could you do?

you opened your eyes to face him, to stare at his porcelain face, that was something more akin to a monster. and with the grip on your hair. you couldn’t but wince in pain, it was such a familiar sensation

his facial expressions seemed to disappear, like no emotion expected this sick obsession lived in those eyes of his when he stared at you

you could feel his hands dip lower, running down the curve of your back. your back arching into a smooth curve to get away from his unwanted touch

yet when his nails dug into the fabric of the kimono, threatening to rip the silk fabric and tear at your skin into it allowing that deep crimson color to leak through

you body when slack, trying to resist his every touch that made your skin crawl. the discomfort feeling like needles digging into your skin

he leaned towards the crook of your neck. his hot breath hitting your bare skin that showed though the kimmo. you breath hitched. you could feel the sharp graze of his teeth. begging to tear though your skin like meat. as if he was an animal and was wanting to destroy your body until it was a carcass of a skeleton, not one trace of your being left only his teeth

his teeth sink deep into your skin, you could hear the slightest crunch of skin as he pushed more pressure with his jaw. you body jolted you let out a sound of pain, your body naturally wanting to push him away, to push away the very thing that was causing that pain yet you couldn’t.

not when his grip would only tighten letting it be known that he was stronger then you, and even when you did try to move you u could hear the slight jingle of the chains that keep you there — brushing against each other

and if he could read your every thought, he hand slide down to your left arm where the shiny chain hanged. his fingers slide of the chain as if he was enjoying knowing this metal was here. he unlocked his jaw from your shoulder to allow the iron tasting liquid to prickle from the engraves of his teeth on your skin .

his tongue slipped past his lips, he leaned down before flattening his tongue over your skin and taste the ironed filled bodily fluid. you swear you could’ve heard a soft groan leave his lips.

“..you always taste so good, you truly were made for me” ayato said that with that sickening smile, that sickening tone expression that only one could assume was lust

you keep your lips shut as his hand now moved across your thigh, slipping up your kimono farther up legs, giving him access to you

his hands felt so cold as the glided over your skin, as goosebumps formed on your thighs. you could only for it to be over with before it even began

before you could even speak, let one word out, he had pinned you to the bed. your back hitting the soft mattress. the chains let out a jingle.

his lips instantly were on top of yours, devouring your lips, pushing his tongue into your mouth as if he was a hungry beast who hasn’t eaten.

his hand before to work up more and more

and all your could do was take it

after all it was a wifely duty, because you were ayato wife even if you didn’t want to be

- this is a repost because i accidentally deleted the last one :(

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thefandomdirtymind · 5 months

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Would you be willing or interested in like either a small Drabble or fic about Sanji’s hands? Preferably with a chubby or plus sized reader? Like how he would grab them or pleasure them? Cause I am fucking obsessed with his hands and loving the work that you’re putting out ❤️❤️

A/N IMPORTANT: Hi ! Sorry for the wait, I had tried for a while to decide if I did an headcanon or a fic and my brain just decided a morning for me. The fact that the reader is a chubby or plus size is implied but without to much precision since every bodies are different and I succeed ( I still don't know how) to put 29 time the word hands in this ! I hope you will like it !

Under his touch (NSFW)

OPLA - Sanji x Chubby/Plus size reader

Sanji / OPLA Masterlist and Coming Soon

* English is not my first language, I tried really hard to correct myself but, I hope you will excuse me if some mistakes are still there.

____

As you were sitting at the table in the kitchen. The declining light of the sun bathing of a golden orange, the pages of your book, the paper barricade lifted high enough to dissimulate your focused gaze.You couldn’t deny it any longer.

When you sat there, after the departure of the others for a visit to the near island, you were determined to advance yourself in your reading. But, as much as you had tried, if anybody would have asked you what your book was talking about, you couldn’t have, even at the price of your life, given them an answer.

For the past few minutes, you had been fixing the fascinating view that was the tall frame of Sanji, doing his preparation for the next day. But, more precisely his strong mid-sleeveless forearms and his hands, always in movement. His longs and slender fingers holding the knife and keeping firmly in place the diverse items he was chopping.

Yet, meal preparation and appreciation of his skilled talent at cutting julienne wasn’t exactly what was putting your mind in a spin. For days now, the thought of his capable hands on your body, caressing tenderly your skin, exploring every one of your curves, giving them the admiration they deserved and traces with his fingertips your stretch marks like it was the most exquisite piece of art he ever saw, had made you wonder if something didn’t go well with you. Never before have you had this kind of thought or fixation about the part of somebody, neither it had caused you all those sensations.

And then, the dream began, followed by the daydream until you couldn’t play the innocent anymore. You had a special kink for the hands of Sanji,in addition of the man himself.

The fantasy, day or night, were always mostly different by the way it was started and the various locations it takes place. Still, every which of them have the same point that Sanji was eager, in the same way he was about a new recipe or annoy Zoro, to show you how much pleasures he can gave you with his hands, before properly fuck you.

Holding your book more loosely, your mind slowly drifting, you almost could hear him calling you by one of his sweet french pet names. But as you were trying to understand which one, you realized that the voice wasn’t in your head.

“ * Ma douce, are you okay ? You haven’t changed your page for a while now. I know that those carrots are the most sexy things you've ever seen, even my omelette au fromage * on the counter is jealous, but it's still just a vegetable” Sanji chuckles, extracting you from your daydream. * My sweet , * Cheese omelet

“Oh sorry, I hm, I was just wondering how you cut those so quick without hurting yourself” You said, trying to hide the embarrassment of being caught fixing him.

“ It’s nothing more than practice and good hand placement. I can teach you if you want, come here.” He joyfully replied, well intended and excited to share his cooking interest.

Putting down your book, you joined him behind the kitchen island, your nervous breath slightly caught in your throat when he held your waist to place you in front of the cutting board, before placing himself behind you. His warm breath brushed slightly the tips of your ear, as he was giving you the knife and positioning your hands.

“ So now love we will place our finger like this “ He said, helping you adjust your grip on the carrot.” And we will cut at this distance, retreating gradually our fingers without releasing your hold. We wouldn’t like it to slip and cut that pretty skin of yours “

“ Of course” You simply answer, the sensation of his body against yours after so many days of languin, making you quite hot.

You were only at the second carrot and archived to reach a good pace, when he sadly left you back, clearing his throat.

“ hm, hm, mon coeur, even if I enjoy your company and your help I think I will have to finish it myself…” The blond tells, trying to smile as well as strangely avoiding your gaze.

“ I know that my cuts are a little bit uneven but I thought…” You start before he interrupts you.

“ It’s not it mon coeur, you did well, it’s more if we continue like that I’m afraid I wouldn’t longer be able to only be your friend. Being enveloped by your scent, feeling all those marvelous curves against me, it’s like Icarus and the beautiful sun,... I’m not that strong…” He confessed, clearly embarrassed, putting aside the collar of his striped shirt.

“ Maybe I don’t want you to only be my friend” You at your turn confessed, surprised by his reaction. Sanji was an obvious but gentlemanly flirt, but never you saw him as flushed for only a few touches. “ For days now I think at more…intimate things”

Taking a moment to register your answer. Sanji slowly approached you, cupping the side of your face with one of his hands, his thumbs softly brushing against your lower lips.

“ Then I should maybe show you how I would gladly burn for you” He whispered before taking possession of your mouth.

Your lower back pressed against the island, the food long forgotten. His feverish hands were traveling on your still clothed body, trying to remove or put aside the fabrics to reach your soft bare skin, his mouth covering your neck and throat of kisses, leaving this and there love bites. Unbuttoning his shirt and helping him remove the frustrating clothes, until you finally stood in the simplest of your underwear. The nervous thought of your often insecure body washing away under his amazed gaze.

“ Magnifique* “ Sanji said, throwed his shirt behind him, as his eyes encompassed you whole. * Magnificent

Pushing aside the neglected prep items. The blond cook tenderly took your waist, sitting you on the surface, chuckling at the little surprise noise you made as you bare ass met the wooden surface.

As he let his hands roaming free on your body, caressing your side and slowly spreading your thighs, you felt his finger digging in your plum flesh, lazily advancing in the direction of your warm center.

“ You know, I think I could become really intoxicated by all this. All this skin to explore, to mark, to flustered, to make mine” Sanji said “ Please, let me enjoy every inches of you Y/N“

Nodding of the head,as your breath became more and more panting and he pushed aside the silky fabric of your bra while his mouth explored your breast, taking between his lips your hardened nipples and sucking on them gently. You tried to regain a certain clarity of mind, yet, you knew at the minute his digits reached your cunt that it was an already lost battle. His fingertips brushing against the covered lips of your pussy and his thumbs nonchalantly rub your clits, you let escape a anticipation sigh.

“ Please, allow me” Your lover asked, waiting for your full consent, kissing your jaw. “ I will make you feel so good I promise, I will make you dance on my fingers, cry of joy under my palm, I want to find your special spot and I will take no rest before finding it“

“ Sanji,please, push those in me before I lose my mind “ You pleaded, his sweet promise making you head spin.

The most adorable and joyful smile you had seen plastering his face, Sanji complied, helping you to remove the coton obstacle before sliding it in his pants pocket. His pace, at first, was slow and steady, letting you adjust around his digits, his thumb playing a warming game of brush and rub against your clits. But, as your body quickly accommodates, he gradually took more speed, drinking every one of your praises like a good wine.

“ Oh please don’t stop, so good Sanji, so good ! “ You moan against his mouth, rolling your hips.

“ You're so pretty when you dance on my hand like that, yes just like that ma douce “ He encouraged you, his hand pistoning in and out of you, his other helping your hips moving.

Like he promised, he takes no rest, making you come on his fingers, his gaze glued to the magnificent vision of your form going undone.

It was during the time you were getting down from your orgasm, Sanji fingers still buried in you, that he discovered your sensitive spot, accidentally pushing it as he was repositioning his finger.

“ Sanji ! “ You exclaimed, gripping his forearms in support.

“ What mon coeur, did I find an interesting spot ? “ He asked, pushing it again, watching you close your eyes and almost lose your mind, before repeatedly playing with it, pushing you off the edge over and over.

“ Sanji wait, too much,please that too much, wait” You beg, your thigh shaking under the overstimulation of your g-spot and his palm rubbing against your pulsing clits.

A proud smile on his lips and the ocean blue of his eyes darken by lust. He slowly removed his digit from your center, watching you getting down from your euphoria. He patiently licked his fingers clean, groaning like if your taste was the best flavor in the world.

“ Mon coeur, if you let me. In a really near future, I would love to take my time and savor you again, being in a rush like this will not give me enough time, but I swear to taste you again until your butter soft thighs close around my head and shakes ” He promised you, tracing of his fingers the pattern of your mother nature given tattoos on your hips, his eyes never living yours.

“ Yes please “ You replied, capturing his lips in a kiss, tasting on them your own arousal.

Opening his pants, gladly freeing his aching cock, taking your turn to explore him with your fingertips ,your name on his lips, as he grabbed your ass hard enough to leave fingerprints bruises.

“ Love, you’re really determined to put me on my knees or be the end of me isn’t it?“ He panted, accusing the regular stroke and movement of your hand along his already sensible length.

Yet,It didn’t take long for you to feel him inside you again, you delicious torture reducing him as a begging mess to feel your warm around his cock.

Helping you to lie down on the island kitchen, resting your legs on his shoulder, he carefully penetrated you, his groan and moans mixing with yours as he thrusted in you in a steady rhythm, adapting his pace to your expression of pleasure.

The noise of your skins slapping against each other and your moaning filling the kitchen, you felt the turmoil in your body growing, making grip the border of the table , your hips lifting off the surface by themselves.

“ Sanji I…I will come “ You cried out, reaching for his hands that he gladly gave you to hold.

“ I’m really close too, mon coeur. Seeing you like that, so pretty and in that pleasure state in my own kitchen, I would never imagine so much beauty “ He said, his voice showing his struggle to keep his hips to buckle.

But,as he pushed further in you, making your orgasm burst and seeing stars. You felt his dick twitch as he came,letting escape in a whine the most beautiful way you had ever heard your name.

As you were both putting back your clothes, exchanging kisses and glances, you heard the rest of the crew coming back from their island excursion. Luffy being like usual, the loudest. Giving a last glance to be sure that the kitchen was like is usual self , at the exception of the recently open window, you smile to Sanji, taking back your place with your book as he bend above you to whispered in your ears.

“ Don’t forget your promise mon coeur, I haven’t finished exploring every inch of your beautiful body, neither will I soon forget your taste in my tongue” Sanji smiles, leaving a last kiss on your lips before washing his hands and returning to his carrots.

Trying to bring back your attention to your book, a smile on your lips, you knew that no daydream would ever beat those past and future moments.

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kisakis-boyfriend · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 3: Titfucking

Pairings: Emma x reader, Taiju x reader (separately)

Warnings: Male!reader, sub!reader, dom characters, titfucking, dacryphilia, edging, calling Taiju 'daddy' once

Genre/Format: Smut; Oneshots

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“Shit... does it really feel that good?” They asked in astonishment, watching your dick slide in between their pretty tits. You were a complete mess already, panting heavily, eyes glazed over and pupils blown wide with lust, your cock leaving a wet mess on their skin. Unable to utter more than a few words at a time

They squeezed their chest together more, your hips speeding up as the hole you had been fucking became tighter, throwing your head back and crying out, “Fe-eels...too good... Fuck—!! ”

Sweat dripped down your face as she edged you for the third time tonight, tongue lolling out of your mouth as your brain turned to mush. “Please...gonna cum... Aaahh!! ”

Emma shushed you, her sweet voice chanting praises and convincing you to hold it in. “Aw, but you look so pretty right now.” She pouted, fixated on how pathetically adorable you were in this position. “Can't you hold out just a bit longer? For me?”

You let out a whimper, nodding your head and trying to steady your racing heartbeat. It hurts, being so, so close to the edge and not wanting to tip over it because your girlfriend asked so nicely... She flashed you an innocent smile, tilting her head down and sticking out her tongue so that it made contact with the tip of your dick. Your hips stuttered in response, vision blurring for a second as your slit brushed against her wet tongue

The sheets were balled up in your fists, knuckles totally white from how hard you were gripping them. Emma squished her breasts together even tighter, the soft flesh surrounding your cock coaxed out copious amounts of precum. Which only caused you to thrust in between them faster and faster, chasing every bit of pleasure that her body could provide you with

“Have you been a good boy for me, y/n?” She asked, sucking on your tip harshly as you moaned out curses. Tears ready to spill if she continues this cruel treatment any longer

“Ye-eess~ Mmph...please...” Your hips rolled into the tight hole made from her tits, fucking into it desperately

“Yeah? I think so too. Go ahead and cum for me, darling, you've earned it. ” With her say so, you began chasing your climax once again, hips thrusting wildly while you looked into her loving, golden eyes, silently encouraging you to release all of that pent up tension

Your thrusting turned sloppy as you came, eyes crossed and mouth falling open as you cried out Emma's name, covering her breasts in thick globs of cum, some of it reaching her face as well. She giggled, licking some of it from her lips and swallowing it while you watched

Both of you panted heavily, and you slowly rolled off of her, landing by her side. Intertwining your hands together as you relax, turning your head towards her to leave a kiss on her shoulder

Taiju grinned as he watched you fall apart further, reduced to a pitiful mess just from this. One of his hands was on top of your dick, pressing it down onto his chest. The other hand rested heavily on your hips

The sensation of fucking in between his large muscles was overwhelming. You never really expected your teasing to actually land you in this situation. It was becoming hard to breathe, with the way his large hand and the space between his tits created a tight hole for your cock to slide into, it felt like your mind was melting. “C-can't... 's too much, please...”

“Aw, what's wrong, sweetheart? Don't tell me you're tapping out already.” Taiju teased, squeezing your hip roughly. “You wanted this, and you're gonna sit here until you cum.” His voice was dangerously low, low enough to feel the rumble in his chest

A small sob escaped your lips as the hand on your hip began to force you to keep thrusting, precum spilling out and sliding towards his collar bones. His hungry gaze met your own and he licked his lips, sending a shiver down your spine, more slutty moans falling from your mouth

“Faster.” He commanded, a toothy grin appeared on his face when you obeyed immediately, your dick easily gliding against his skin, making lewd, wet noises with every thrust

Quickly becoming overwhelmed again, you warned him of your incoming release, “Taiju...gonna c-cum...”

“Don't you dare.” He snapped, causing your breath to hitch in surprise. You let out a frustrated whine, overstimulation beginning to kick in. Taiju narrowed his eyes at you, a bruising grip on your hip as he prevented you from moving

“Please...” You cried, “Need to...need to cum pleasepleaseplease ” Taiju laughed meanly at your desperate begging, he enjoyed watching you break for him

“Pathetic.” That single word caused you to whimper, broken sobs leaving you as tears fell onto his chest, clawing at the sheets on either side of his head in frustration. Your cock was throbbing within the tight space Taiju had created, aching to spill every drop of cum built up inside of you

“Please... please daddy...let me cum on you...” That seemed to be the magic word as Taiju hummed in satisfaction, sliding his hand down to your thigh, rubbing and squeezing it gently

“Then cum for me, pretty boy. Show me whatcha got.” With that, you began humping in between his tits again, desperately chasing your release. The feeling of your cock dragging against his skin was heavenly, precum causing it to slide in and out with ease, and the way Taiju went back and forth between watching your fucked out expressions and watching your cock thrust towards his face was incredibly hot, a deep blush covering his face and shoulders

Heat pooled in your gut, signaling that you were incredibly close. Your thrusts sped up, sloppily fucking Taiju's pretty tits as you came all over him, cum splattering onto his face, some of it getting on his chest and hand. Your body trembled as you let out a shaky breath, chest heaving as you sucked in some much needed oxygen

He looked satisfied with your orgasm, eyeing the cum sticking between his fingers before slipping them in between your lips, encouraging you to lick them clean. Which you did obediently, admiring the facial you gave him

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venerex · 1 year

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or something

pairing: joshua x f!reader

word count: 2.1k

contains: oral (f receiving), intercourse (protected)

a/n: this turned out to be much longer than i thought it would. just horny and in-love sex. it's been a while since i've written smut, so not entirely sure how readable this is. not proofread.

“how tired are you, exactly?”

you smile at your boyfriend’s question, his smile clear in his voice. while it hasn’t exactly been a tiring day for either of you, you had decided to retire to bed relatively early, hoping to fix your messy sleep cycles. you can’t really blame joshua for asking the leading question, for you’ve spent the last few minutes pushing your hips against his, yearning for more contact.

and who can blame you? with your hectic and conflicting schedules, you and your boyfriend haven’t exactly been getting it on recently, and snuggling close to him under the blanket is a recipe for ideas getting to your head.

“not very”, you try to maintain your composure, but even you can hear the smile in your voice, “not too tired for what you have in mind”.

“oh?”, joshua’s hands coax you to turn around, his twinkling eyes meeting yours when you face him, “and how do you know what i have in mind?”

“well, babe”, you tease, adjusting your legs so you can grind against his very noticeable erection, “you’re not exactly subtle”.

joshua skips a response in favor of kissing you, grinding his erection against your crotch, softly groaning against your lips. one of his hands sneak under your shirt and trace a light path up your stomach, stopping to lightly touch the underside of your breast. you sigh when his fingers reach up to touch your nipple, and he pulls back to judge your reaction as your buds pebble under his touch.

he gives in when you pull him closer for another kiss, easily moving so he’s hovering on top of you, one hand supporting his weight while the other pulls up your shirt to expose your breasts to the night air. both you and joshua like the room to be a little colder when you sleep, and the temperature stiffens your buds further, leading joshua to whisper out a curse, his dark eyes fixated on your breasts.

a whine of his name from you seems to break the spell, and he looks up and gives you a disarming smile before bending down to kiss you softly, quickly moving to trail kisses down jaw and to your neck, before reaching your breasts. he gives you one quick look – and you think you catch a wink – before his lips cover your nipple, one of his hands coming up to cup your other breast. the contrast of your cold skin with his warm touch makes you shiver, and your hands wound up in his hair as his actions intensify, the groan that he lets out when you pull his hair only spur on your own moans.

it’s only when joshua looks down to your hips do you realize that you’ve been rocking them up, looking for some relief in your pulsing cunt. joshua makes his way down, kissing along your waist while pulling your pajamas and underwear down, tossing them to the edge of the bed once you’ve managed to kick them out (you think that they’re on the edge, anyway – at the moment, it really doesn’t matter).

given how hard he looks even through his pants, you think he might take a look and finger you to get you ready for his cock – but joshua seems to have other ideas, for he positions his face between your legs, parting your thighs and blowing into your cunt. the action makes you moan – loud – and your attempts to rock your hips up are stopped by joshua holding your thighs down.

“josh”, you whine, and you wonder if his answering grin is more endearing or annoying, “just fuck me, you can eat me out later”.

joshua pushes your knees up, his eyes taking in how the movement exposes more of your cunt. the thought makes you clench harder.

“mm”, he responds, infuriatingly casual, while his thumbs reach in to part the folds of your cunt, exposing you to cold air, “i don’t think so, baby”.

you don’t get a chance to protest before he dives his, his tongue tracing up from your entrance to your clit before going back down, his hands holding your legs apart.

you think you’re moaning loudly but you’re not quite sure. one thing that you and joshua had discovered quite early on was that you seem to lose all sense of reality when he ate you out – from how loud you were to exactly what he did when he was down there. you weren’t really into being eaten out before you dated joshua – the whole thing seemed incredibly messy and texturally unsound – but joshua had made it work, somehow. and you always moaned for him – really, really loud.

one of joshua’s finger touches your clit and you jolt, the unforgiving touch on your sensitive bud making you almost squeal. his hand rubs your thigh soothingly while you get used to the sensation, his tongue tracing your entrance while his finger starts rubbing circles on your clit.

you’re not sure how long it lasts – a few seconds or a few minutes or even a few hours – joshua’s flicking your entrance while his finger rubs your clit, his hand holding up your thigh while you moan incoherently. you think you whine his name when you come, your hands fisting the sheets by your side as your head digs into the pillow, your cunt pulsing around nothing as you let go.

“josh”, you whisper, voice hoarse, needing to feel something inside you, “please – please – “

“shh”, he murmurs, moving up to hover over you, your slick shining on his chin, “i’ve got you, okay?”, his finger circles your entrance before pushing in, finding no resistance due to you previous orgasm. he pulls his finger back and pushes two back in, curling them up the way you like, hitting the sensitive spot inside you.

“yeah, like that?”, his whispers, eyes intently taking in your writhing, “shh, it’s okay, take it”, he pushes in another finger, his voice soothing you while you let out whimper about how full you feel.

“still want me to fuck you, baby?”

“yeah, fuck”, you lift your head up to press your lips on his, tasting yourself, “please”.

joshua pulls away at that, chuckling out a “just a minute, pretty girl” while you whine in protest. he takes off his shirt in quick movements, and you prop yourself on your elbows to watch the show, managing to let out a weak whistle when he pushes down his pants and his erection springs free.

he swipes his shirt on his face before discarding his clothes on top of yours, before moving to hover over you again, his warmth providing a gentle relief from the winter chill. your hands trace down his chest to his waist to his cock, your fingers wrapping around his erection while his lips find yours, his low groans making you tighten your hold.

“baby, baby”, he pulls back, gently pushing your hands away and smiling at your resulting pout, “it’s been too long, i won’t last if you do that”.

“then don’t”, you reach out your hands to pull him back, but he gets off the bed, escaping your attempts, “it’s okay”.

“nope”, he pulls out a condom from the nightstand, “i’m coming in that cunt, i’ve missed it too much”.

your resulting giggle is cut off when joshua brings the condom near his mouth to tear it open, his knowing eyes taking in your reaction as his teeth bite down on the corner of the foil packet, slowly tearing it apart. the soft glow from the nightlight brings out the twinkle in his eyes, bouncing off his cheeks as he smiles at you – carefree and wide, enamoring and enamored.

“you should stop looking at me like that, joshie”, you murmur quietly, unable to disturb the tender moment, “i might think you’re in love with me or something”.

joshua stays silent apart from a chuckle, rolling on the condom before crawling over you, his lips hovering over yours as his cock brushes over your cunt.

“i love you”, he whispers, simple and sweet, and your heart still aches at those familiar words, “so fucking much”.

he pushes in his cock before you can respond, only pausing long enough to make sure you’re ready. your groans mingle when his cock is fully inside you, his lips peppering kisses over your jaw as you get used to the stretch.

“love you too”, you whisper, your lips curving up as he lifts his head to look at you, a devastatingly tender look on his face, “so much, joshie”.

one of his hands reaches up to intertwine with yours, and he takes a moment to just look at you before brushing his lips on yours, his fingers tightening around yours.

the two of you have a good relationship, you’d say. but with the lack of any real time spent together in the last few weeks, combined with your hectic professional life – you’d be lying if you’ve never wondered if things have changed with him, if his feelings for you were fizzling out.

now, with his fingers wrapped around yours, his warmth engulfing you, his lips on yours and his heart beating so close to yours – it’s hard to imagine a reality where joshua doesn’t love you so completely, where the two of you aren’t so wholly in love with each other.

joshua’s cock twitches inside you, and you’re brought back to reality.

“move”, you whisper, bringing up your hand to brush his hair back, “i’m good”.

and he does, slowly pulling out his cock and pushing it back in, your mingled moans echoing in the room. he unwounds his hand from yours to trail it down your body, settling his fingers on your clit. you clench around him at the touch and his hips stutter as a result, a deep piercing groan falling off of his lips.

it’s silent apart from the sound of his skin against yours, and your combined moans. you’re on the edge sooner than you’d like, his cock slowly fucking you while his finger insistently rubs your clit.

“‘m gonna – “, you whimper, feeling so close to your orgasm that you can almost taste it.

“come”, joshua whispers, pushing his cock into you, “let it go, baby”.

and you do, clenching around his cock as your second orgasm rolls in, your hands digging into his shoulders as your moans echo in the room.

it’s silent for a few moments then, just your pants as you try to get back to your senses, while joshua tenderly kisses your jaw, his cock twitching inside you as he tries to stay still.

“josh”, you murmur, and he looks up with an attentive hum, “move”.

“you sure? i can – “

“wanna feel you come, joshie”, you clench around his cock, and he closes his eyes and swears, “fuck me”.

he moves then, slowly at first before increasing his pace, his face buried in your neck as his cock slams into you. you reach one hand to wound around his shoulders while the other holds his jaw, lifting his face up so you can bring his lips to yours.

the groans against your lips intensify as his hips start to stutter, the loud sounds turning into sighs as he comes, his body slacking on top of you.

you pepper his face with kisses as he recovers from his orgasm, your fingers running through his hair, low rumbles leaving his chest as a result.

after a few moments (or seconds, or minutes – time is a little uncertain when you’re high off of cock), he flops to your side, one leg and one arm on your body as his head rests on your chest.

you can’t help but stare at him, really – the way the soft light plays with his face, the way his hair falls on his face (and everywhere else – it’s kind of a mess, an adorable one), and how his lips seem to unconsciously curve into a smile.

they always do, every night he spends next to you.

“you should stop looking at me like that, you know”, he murmurs, voice so soft that it doesn’t break the quiet, and you can’t help but chuckle at the words, “i might think you’re in love with me”, his eyes flutter open, the warm twinkle in them making you fall in love, all over again, “or something”.

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cloudninetonine · 9 months

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A Player's Aid: Chapter 14

Fandom: Legend of Zelda, Linked Universe

A/N: WHAT'S UP FUCKERS- shorter chapter but it's fucking here

Warnings: Bad language, descriptions of panic attack, descriptions of nightmares, descriptions of drowning/choking/suffocating, descriptions of hallucinations, mentions of possible PTSD

In the warmth of the afternoon sun, the people rejoiced.

Some kneeled to kiss the grassy earth beneath their shoes, others hugged and sung thanks to the goddess to see the light of day once more and others merely eased their tense bodies to the welcoming breeze, eyes closed in bliss. Freedom. Finally, they had reached freedom after those terrifying, grueling days stuck in the confines of that age old library.

The Hero of the Four Swords looked towards the castle in worry.

“Any sign of them?” The sailor asked nervously, eyes also trained on the grand palace. “Cook hasn’t picked up on the slate, no matter how much I’ve tried to contact him with the stone.”

The worry brewing in the smithy’s gut only seemed to burn at those words. “Not at all?”

“No.”

The eldest seemed the most panicked of it all. The Old Man held that mask of stoicism well but masks were not made in likeness, their duplicity was still noticeable under a scrutinising eyes and the blonde could see the worry in his gaze. The way he seemed to pace on the spot, how his hands twitched against the hilt of his sword and his eyes stayed fixated on those towers of stone a little too long. Time fought it, of course, and if the ‘accusation’ came that he was fearful in this moment it would be met with a burning glare and swift denial.

“I do not fear when I know you are all capable of holding your ground, especially against that monster.”

But not all of them were his descendant, were they?

Ever since that dreadful day, the Ranch-hand laid in a bed not of his own making, the darkness of the Shadow’s blow seeping into his bloodstream and slowly draining the soul from his weakening body as he edged closer and closer to death. Only a few terrible hours, but enough to air out the grievances with them amidst the worry and frustration. The Four Sword Hero and the Hero of Wild had fought but that had come to pass- however the light shone on the topic of ancestor and descendant could not just be pushed aside.

The Hero of Time had become…stricter with the farm boy. Obvious to them all, the man had taken his role more seriously then. All could see it, the nervous light dancing in his eye when he sent the brunette on an errand or watched him battle a monster with the strength of a Hylian Ox. The very thoughts of fighting the very thing that had nearly sent him to the gates where the Golden Three held eternal paradise was probably eating the Old man alive, concern gnawing at his gut like a dog chewed at its bone.

The Hero of Time knew that the others were capable- but did he think the same of his successor?

The Four Sword Hero could also see that the question mingled in the mind of the Ranch-hand too, albeit the Old Man did try his damndest to not show it in front of him, especially knowing that stubbornness that seemed to last generations in his family.

The Skyloftian Knight had told him, even when he stood, bleeding out and wobbling, he would not yield his position as hero on that day the Shadow struck.

What an idiot his brother was, sometimes.

“How much longer could they be?” Gilda muttered to herself, the fairy having joined them when she had seen them return from their side quest. “Maybe I should go have a look-”

A huff silenced her.

“Maybe our resident witch has bewitched them,” The veteran’s words came offhanded but he could hear the loathing and wariness in his tone- he did not wholeheartedly believe his accusation but the Vet knew how to weigh down his words. “And given them over to the Shadow just like they probably planned-”

“Veteran now really isn’t the time for such words.” The Skyloftian Knight’s resort sliced through the air and had almost made the Four Sword Hero jump. When had he appeared behind him? “Can you not for the moment?”

“I am just saying-”

“Hey, there they are!”

Necks snapped, Four’s included, in the direction of where the sailor had begun to sprint. Nowhere near the castle gates but instead in the West, five forms appearing in the distance- four walking and the last hanging off the back of one of them.

The heroes plus fairy rushed over without a second thought.

“Are they dead!?”

Wind had exclaimed those words in a moment of panic, eyes wide in a morbid curiosity as they glanced over your paled face in the light of the afternoon sun- you seemed still too. Not moving an inch.

“No!” Wild cried in similar horror, “They fainted! That’s all!”

Gilda didn’t need her brother’s prompt to rush over, her gentle green glow whizzing around your hair in an effort to heal whatever ailed you in that moment.

“We had to take a shrine, there was no other way-” Twilight’s words had come out slightly slurred, his own face looking pale along with the Captain’s and the Traveller’s- Four couldn’t blame them. The Sheikah’s magic from the Champion’s era was a strange one. No one quite liked their teleportation magic, too disorientating for them all excluding the wild blonde from his excessive use of their devices. “Uh, my head-”

Gilda went over each one of them carefully as the small group were led back to the rest, the people of the settlement offering their own help in the form of potions and such of any kind as they rushed about to make an impromptu camp. After all, the skulltula had torn apart most of their settlement already and left them with almost naught to defend themselves with. You were laid to rest on a bedroll, tucked in under a blanket with the careful touches of the Traveller and Champion before all were gathered to talk.

“I’m glad to know you are all okay,”

Time’s voice sounded heavy with both relief and concern during the rush, looking over the group after they were tended to by a maiden scholar with knowledge of medicine- she had practically demanded to help in return for saving her life. “And I’m glad to see you were able to rescue our guest- but what of the Shadow?”

The four shared a look. “It…retreated.”

“Wait. Seriously?”

“Yes, as soon as it reached the light, it seemed.”

“But the light has never stopped it before.” The Hero of the Four Sword brought a finger to his chin in thought, a slight flash of purple dancing in his eyes. “Even when taking the form of a beast, it still stalked the lands when the sun was highest- why stop this time? What could have possibly been the reason?”

The group shared an inquisitive silence.

“Well, the sun has never stopped it but it has seemed to grow weaker under its gleam.” The group glanced over to Sky as he sat himself up on his rocky seat, “Think about it, those many moon cycles ago- The Captain didn’t have much action when he and the Shadow had exchanged blows but when Ranch-hand- I…uh…”

Twilight rolled his eyes, “Just spit it out, knight.”

“Right, uh, anywho- when the Ranch-hand had fought with the monster it seemed to have more power in the oncoming dusk.”

The veteran straightened. “Dusk does bring more shadows than pure light. It would make sense.”

“But what of our time in the forest?” Hyrule asked, “It was darker, more shadows in the shade of the trees- it didn’t seem that strong then either. Angry, but not too powerful.”

Twilight playfully nudged Warrior’s shoulder. “You can thank our Captain for that.”

“Oh hush.”

Sky spoke up once more, “I think Fi’s light may have been the reason, we all see how it reacts to her power. It’s afraid. After all, she was made to seal the darkness and the Shadow is that- darkness.”

They let those words sink in, sharing looks with wild thoughts prancing about in their heads.

“...It didn’t feel that powerful.” The Hero of Hyrule glanced over to your form, situated comfortably in your bedroll and looking much more healthy compared to your earlier sickly expression. “Angry. It was certainly angry and almost suffocatingly so, but the power behind its shifting form didn’t really feel all that…there. I think that’s why it didn’t chase us further and I think that’s why we were able to escape. It’s weak. Too weak.”

“Still strong enough to open a portal?” The eldest didn’t seem all that convinced.

“In the darkness, yes, that’s where it takes its power from.” Confidence bloomed in his gut as the brunette stood a little taller, “The day that (Name) appeared it was late into the night, when it had taken them during our fight the darkness once again overwhelmed the light- these have been the only times that portals have appeared for ages. Don’t you see? It cannot function properly in the sun.”

A sudden wave rolled over the Hero of Time. Dark and guilty, his eyes of ocean blue swirling with conflict as he gaze ran over to your unconscious form. He hadn’t discussed what he had done those few days ago, a secret between both you and his descendant that he wasn’t quite ready to disclose to the group- now was the time however, no matter the look he knew the traveller and (now) the cook would burn into him.

“I have a confession.” Eyes tethered to his form in an instant- no backing down now. “Those days ago, back with the camp at Fort Hateno- I had a plan.”

The Twilight Hero sat straighter- The Old Man continued. “It was intentional, leaving our guest to fend for themself because I had a suspicion that the Shadow was watching us.”

The Hero of Hyrule’s breath stuttered in growing horror and anger. “...what?”

The Wild Hero practically leapt to his feet. “WHAT!?”

The roar grabbed the attention of the nearby settlers, Twilight moving to stand and grab his shoulders. “Champion, please-”

“They told you they could not fight!” The traveller cried, interrupting. “They told us all! They told you and you saw what happened! You did that! That was your fault!”

A few flinched at such a raw blame but the Old Man kept his shoulders squared, face stoic. “And I take full condemnation for such an idiotic plan- but it proved it. The Shadow is watching us.”

The cook ground his teeth, “You didn’t need to see something we all already believed.”

Time would have laughed at the irony of those words- he really did replicate the Ranch-hand in so many ways. To sound like him in this moment would have usually made his heart warm if not for the seething anger behind his tone.

“Seeing is better than believing, we all know that,” He sighed, “But that’s not what I wanted to say- that monster was further proof that the Shadow’s power wavers in the light of the day.”

The smallest hero raised a brow. “How so?”

“It’s positioning- the monster led our guest right towards us, why would it do such a thing? It knew it would take a few of us only moments to cross that river, the Traveller proves that, so why closer? Unless-”

“Unless it wasn’t where it was supposed to be.” The Captain looked up at the realisation, “The Shadow messed up.”

“What does that even mean!?” The champion snapped, throwing his hands up. “The Shadow always messes up- if it were successful in any way it would have killed us all already!”

“It was successful with taking (Name) wasn’t it?” The eldest turned to him. “Both times, both in darkness but when it summoned the Chuchu it messed up. Why did it mess up that time? The only possible explanation is the light.”

The cloud of realisation rained heavy on them all.

The sailor crossed his arms, “But the Shadow was summoning all those monsters! I understand if it was weak in the light but the traveller is saying that it’s weak full stop. This wasn’t just a small camp of monsters, this was an entire herd. Surely in its weak state it shouldn’t be able to summon that many, right? And if it can, shouldn’t it be able to step into the light? It must have enough power for that if it can make a small army.”

Taking a deep breath to control the rage burning in his chest, the Hero of Hyrule spoke once more. “We might not have all the clues here, not yet. But I still think it’s weak, even in that display of horror and intimidation, the power that it gave off felt smaller than it had been for a while.”

“Let’s not forget that it has been months since we last saw this monster.” The Ranch-hand had finally managed to calm his protégé, the blonde more grumpy than enraged. “So that must mean something.”

Silence finally hung.

Their talk was informative, ideas flowing around them all. The Shadow had been pushed to the back of their mind during this long time of rest with nothing to show from its end. They had travelled all over the Champion’s era searching for monsters, for stories, for rumours and for portals but not a whisper in the wind. This sudden return had certainly shook them all but they knew it had been coming, maybe not that day they had found you at the base of that tree, winded and bruised but it was inevitable that the Shadow would one day return.

It would never give up that easily.

A shaky whimper caught their ears and heads turned to your direction, face pinching and lips shaking as you made more noise of distress.

Hyrule didn’t hesitate to move towards you, as did Wild, brushing past the Ordonian Hero to make his way over.

“Are we gonna go check out the castle again?” Wind asked after a moment.

Time shook his head, “No, however we shall in the morning.”

“Okay,” Wind pushed away from the tree he had been leaning against, jogging over to your position too.

After a few following moments of silence, the remaining heroes decided to part also. Twilight stayed by the side of his ancestor however, watching them all go with a heavy heart before turning to look at the eldest as he rested his head in hands.

Time sighed. “I don’t know how I’ll be able to make this up to them.”

Twilight’s hand rested on the older man’s shoulder- it was almost odd to be his comforter when it was usually the other way around. “Just give them time, ancestor.”

And that was that.

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Drowning.

Choking.

Blind.

Your hands clawed desperately at the ooze, fighting its weight as it dragged you further and further into the expanse of nothing. Kicking your feet had proved useless, you made no distance in your efforts, only continuing to sink deeper and deeper with no knowledge of where you would end up.

Drowning.

Choking.

Blind.

Where were you? How did you get here? You had opened your eyes and suddenly you were bombarded by the overwhelming feeling of the black sludge surrounding your body. Trapped, no way to fight it. With the consistency of molasses yet versatile like water, you only continued to sink with no hope of resurfacing.

You could not scream.

You could not cry.

You could only wait.

Drowning.

Choking.

Blind.

Then you felt it- the hand wrap around your calf. Sharp nails digging into the skin of your leg as it captured you within its grasp. You could not flail in panic. You could not fight its grip.

Drowning.

Choking.

Blind.

You reached your hand out, begging for someone to save you from this horrid fate. You didn’t wish to die in such a torturing way. Unaware of it all.

But it began to drag you down.

And you were going to die here.

In this horrible, drowning, choking, blinding nothing.

Drowning.

Choking.

Blind-

Your hand was grasped and you spotted it- the light. Seeping through the darkness in smaller beams that grew bigger and bigger as it began to haul you up, up, up- the hand on your calf tried fighting but with this newfound hope in your system you did not yield. Tightening your own hand, you pulled your weight up to greet the surface of the never-ending sludge.

Surviving.

Breathing.

Seeing.

You broke the surface with a heavy gasp, spluttering and coughing. Light surrounded you opposed to the darkness that you had been submerged in and you raised your eyes to look at your savour.

Eyes pooled with kindness looked back.

“(Name)-”

You sat up with a choking gasp, clutching at the blanket encasing your chest.

Eyes wild, you searched the area desperately for traces of that suffocating nightmare only to see that you were laying in a forest, as lush and as green as many were in a scene that slowly brought you back into reality. The trees wavered in the wind, the grass stood tall and you were not drowning in darkness.

Bodies were strewn about the small camp, a fire centring them all. Wild and Hyrule laid only inches away from your sleeping mat in their own, their soft snores light on your ears as you watched them with your pacing heart slowing to a resting thump. Looking around, you could spot a few more of the boys sleeping away with the settlement in the far distance, their torches beacons in the dark.

The dark…

You gulped, glancing around. Surrounded by it, eating away at the borders of your camp, it almost seemed to be watching you, studying you. The light of the fire was the only thing that fought it back, your savour in these desperate times- desperate? Why would it be desperate? Nothing was there.

Unless that nothing was something.

Unless that something was the Shadow.

Cloaked in pitch black, red eyes staring at you from beyond his veil of gloom. Was this what he was waiting for? The night to snatch you up again? Your cockiness would surely lead you to a tortuous death with not an ounce of glory to your name. You had provoked him and now you were destined to die a cruel end.

Something shifted beyond a shady bush.

Your heart kick started with a twisting leap.

You didn’t want to die like this. Not after everything had happened. You had been saved- you were safe! He couldn’t hurt you now! This wasn’t fair!

You pushed yourself to your knees, hellbent on running.

No, this wasn’t it. Not after escaping your fate.

The world muffled as blood pumped loudly in your ears, your shaky, uneven pants returning tenfold as wild eyes stayed focused on the shaking bush. You were not in between trees, you were back in that hallway. Winding and dark, as you watched the shadows slowly seep round the corner with its demonic host just only a few paces behind.

You could not fight but by God you could run.

Eyes peered through the darkness.

You inhaled in suspense.

A fluffy dog pushed its way through the bush.

And suddenly, you were back on the outside.

Collapsing back into your bedroll, you shook. Your pillow muffling your terrified sobs as you heaved and wailed into the comfort of the plush cushion.

It wasn’t real, it wasn’t real. The castle laid quiet in the background within the darkness, the trees acting as a fence between you and your near murder scene. Your mind may have still pushed that horrible notion but you needed to fight it with logic, with a clear mind. Even as tears cascaded down your hot cheeks you needed to see that you were indeed fine, you were indeed safe.

You did not need to add PTSD to the long list of things already wrong with you.

Something gently made contact with your head, the familiar feeling of a wet snout softly burrowing into your hair with frantic sniffs as the canine studied your shaking figure. Nipping at your skin with careful precision as to not actually hurt you, the animal whined and collapsed into a big fluffy heap right next to your shaking body- a boundary between you and the darkness.

After a few moments, you glanced at it.

“...Wolfie?” Wolfie, or Twilight as you knew under the disguise of Twili magic, tilted his head curiously at you. “...what are you doing here?”

The wolf quietly barked- a squeak with maws snapping.

“Right…you can’t talk…” Sniffling, you hiccuped on a breath and reached your hand out carefully, fingers making contact with the poofy fur decorating his chest. “....you’re soft.”

Another quiet bark, you giggled this time at the noise.

“I’m sorry…were you patrolling?” He hummed a whine that you could only believe was a ‘yes’, your head coming to rest upon his paws in an act of seeking comfort- you hoped you weren’t making Twilight uncomfortable. “Sorry for getting in the way.”

Wolfie rested his head atop yours carefully.

“I just-...” You teared up once again, shaking. “It’s so dark and I just couldn’t-”

A deep sound came from within his chest, not a growl or grunt, but a long soft hum that had you fall quiet with only sniffles leaving you. You were tired, you were scared and you wished you were back home with your Mama.

Mama.

You wanted your mama.

She would have held you, even through her grump after you woke her.

“I want my mama,” You sniffed, “I want go home- I hate this fucking place.”

Tightening into a ball, you cuddled closer to the canine. The hero did nothing to fight it, in fact, he pushed his body closer to your own as he curled around your frame protectively. Like a blanket of safety, he kept you covered and made an effort to shield you from the horrors of the outside world. You were not alone in this nightmare, you did not have to isolate yourself and suffer.

You cried yourself to sleep.

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summary: you've known gojo since your training days at jujutsu tech. you were inseparable - as thick as thieves. so, what happened?

pairing: satoru gojo x reader (feat. nanami x reader).

cw: angst, emotional manipulation / mental spiral, mature themes. 18+ / minors dni.

wc: 3k+.

a/n: this is just the first chapter, but i wanted to give some fair warning for content!! this is also my first jjk fanfic i'm steadily working on, so tread lightly.

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001.

The lone cigarette hangs over your tiers loosely, mindlessly staring off into space. You were pondering a thought for a moment, but you couldn’t bring yourself back to whatever it was that made you zone out. Your arms cross just below your chest, leaning into the brick of the office building. The ash at the end of the cigarette was progressively increasing the more you became idle.

What was it that you were thinking about?

“He’s not back yet?”

The lowly registered voice breaks your subconscious fixation on whatever it was far into the distance, eyes now flitting up to the taller, blonde haired man that appears adjacent to you. You purse your lips together, lithe fingers reaching up to remove the cigarette from your lips to tap the excess of ash after realizing just how much of it there was.

“Of course not.” You respond with a hint of annoyance in your tone when you remember what you were thinking about – or who, for that matter.

Satoru Gojo.

He was off completing another assignment – one that he completely dismissed the offering of help from the other known sorcerers in the branch – even though Ijichi insisted on following along after as a support system. And he hadn’t returned yet. It wasn’t out of Gojo’s character to do such a thing, so when you hear him complaining outside of your office audibly to ‘taking on the job himself’, it doesn’t come as a surprise.

That doesn’t mean it never brought a tinge of annoyance every time he was performatively cocky.

And not only that, this had become something of a recurrence. He was gone for far longer than he needed to be today, though.

A similar sigh of annoyance expels from the man, fixing the ocular frames along his face that you always found so oddly shaped. You can’t help the amused smile tugging at the corner of your lips to his reaction, taking a slow drag from the cigarette only to exhale a short laugh of cloud.

“Kento.. You can’t be surprised by that, you know,” You comment in a murmur, allowing your arm to hang off the one bent under your bosom as your gaze now settles on the other.

His features were stoic, the strain of his work days idle on his features, but the way he carried himself was far from exhausted through his built, taller stature. You can see the shimmer in the glass of his frame when his head tilts towards you, offering him a raise of your brows.

“He’s too arrogant.”

“Again, not surprising.”

There’s a growing silence between the two of you. This conversation was becoming a common one, Nanami somehow finding you outside more and more with the same pack of cigarettes in your hold; same position; same time and place. It was almost as if it was a routine.

“.. Have you spoken to him at all?” He asks, and you don’t know if it’s out of curiosity or of concern.

It’s only then that you ponder a response after a moment of trying to recall the last conversation you had with Gojo.

He had been brushing you off every time he caught your glance in the office, every time you walked past each other with a few centimeters of distance between you in passing. Granted, the last time you were even in the same vicinity as Gojo, it wasn’t pleasant and all you wanted was to block it out of your memory for as long as you could. It was only a couple months ago, but it was still fresh on replay in your mind.

Nanami inquires about Gojo everytime he finds you outside. The history between Gojo and yourself wasn’t that too farfetched to understand – all of them having been in the same technical school, gone through the same training, known each other for what seemed like years. You knew Gojo best, even with how closed off he seemed to other people, but you were someone that saw through his bullshit a lot more than just surface level to anyone else who would just brush it off as him being consumed by narcissism.

“Y/N,” Nanami says with a weight that’s delicate even with how deep his tone was, breaking you away from your trailing thoughts that cause your gaze to travel once more, looking back at him.

He holds your gaze with a hesitance, hands neatly tucked into the pockets of his trousers just as he expels a breath through his nostrils, still waiting on an answer that he knew was the same.

“You know him, Kento, he always comes back.”

You see a small sense of tension release Nanami’s shoulders by your words, and that’s enough for him to not press forward. It’s almost peculiar in the way he doesn’t pry. Part of you wanted him to keep prying.

He turns away from you, both of your eyes now settled into your surroundings a bit of the way across from you, settling into the silence between the two of you.

“You know you should quit doing this.”

“Smoking? I know.”

“That’s not what I meant.” Nanami’s larger frame leans back into the building beside you, still giving you a couple feet between the two of you.

Of course, you knew what he meant. You let out a sigh, blindly pressing the end of the cigarette to the brick to put it out with a twist of your fingers.

“It’s complicated, Nanami.”

“Which is more of a reason to stop. If you know how he is, Y/N, you’d stop giving him this much grace.”

The weight of Nanami’s words were heavy on your chest, but you knew he was right. He didn’t know the full story between you two, but he didn’t need to know. It was the way you carried yourself, the energy you possessed at the mentioning of Gojo – it was all too obvious.

You decide to avoid a response to his words, turning your head to look up at him with a playful smile that feigns innocence, now returning your arms back to their crossed positioning.

“You know you don’t have to care about me so much~” You say in jest, just enough to get a small inkling of a smile from the taller man.

And you do, the corners of Nanami’s lips turning up into a slight smile that resembles sunlight between cumulus. It’s enough to make the somber moment much more lighthearted than it needed to be.

“I’d be a fool to not care as much. Any decent man would want to be worried.”

There’s an airy chuckle that leaves your lips, just before your attention is drawn away from each other to hear the slam of a car door.

Nanami’s smile is now dissipated, settled back into his stoic expression just as your own resets, even with your brows still slightly lifted to the sight of two men walking up to the building.

The much taller, white haired man emerges from the vehicle, tugging down the dark bandage over his eyes and brushing the dirt and non-existent gravel from his dark attire. His appearance is disheveled, looking as if he scrapped with someone in a ditch with remnants of blood littered in his hair, across his pale flesh and fabric clinging and distressed to his frame.

“Yo, Nanami!” He exclaims, tone a tad exhausted while a slightly shorter, dark haired gentleman trails behind him soon after. You hear a disgruntled breath leave Nanami, catching from your peripherals his hand lifting in greeting.

“Satoru.” Nanami calls out, eyeing over his appearance as he’s leaning off the building and your own body straightens up. He glances over to you for a second, seeing the discomfort in your stiff appearance, now taking two steps forward when Gojo begins to walk over.

“You look like hell.”

“Hey, I’ve fought worse~ This was lightwork.” Gojo says with a smitten grin plastered onto his face, Nanami only sighing hopelessly.

There wasn’t an ounce of acknowledgement of your presence when Nanami and Gojo spoke to one another. It doesn’t bother you, but it does bother you. It makes you realize that you really don’t need to be here after all.

‘If you know how he is, Y/N, you’d stop giving him this much grace.’

The quote replays like an echo in your head. It sinks deep and it’s now something you’re completely stuck on. It’s enough to bring your feet to step away from the two of them, crossing behind Nanami to head back into the building. You need to be away and in your office anyway and you got the reassurance you needed that Gojo was still kicking.

It’s when you step away, does Gojo’s attention follow you for a split second before it returns back to Nanami. And Nanami can clearly see it, no matter how short of a fraction it was, his own gaze trailing behind you before he turns back to the white haired man.

You’re no longer in earshot of the conversation, but the feeling of dread is still there. Why was it consuming you this badly? What purpose did it serve to wallow in it? You tousle your tresses in dismay, huffing to yourself.

“This is so fucking stupid..” It’s something you murmur to yourself.

Every time he goes on a mission, you worry; every time he isn’t back in the fit time frame, you worry. How much more did you need to worry about a man that wanted absolutely nothing to do with you?

You weren’t expecting a ‘hey, hello, Y/N!’ or a ‘were you waiting on little ol’ me~?’ that he would casually throw in just to annoy you, to which you would retort with something along the lines of ‘glad to see you not dead’.

You don’t know what you were expecting.

The moment you enter your office, you close the door immediately behind you and lean back into it, the back of your head pressing into the glass. You feel a slight sting behind your eyelids when you close them for a moment of clarity, you already know your eyes are welling up by just how frustrated you were.

You settle into the memory from years back.

It’s as if you’re reliving it. The momentary glimmers of your youth with Satoru, the stolen glances, the teasing that traveled into your later years that were still juvenile just more refined with age. Late nights after trials and training. Off days where you’d hang around his place; where he’d hang around yours.

Then, the memory starts to build up.

Being employed under the same group of sorcerers for the academy. Taking assigned missions with each other with ease, celebratory drinks after to congratulate each other on coming out alive of each one.

The memory starts to boil over.

Letting you in on his Infinite.

It’s scalding.

His Infinite.

It’s hard to control – hard to breathe.

The day you realized he denied you access to his Infinite.

It makes your stomach sink the more you think about it, the more you ruminate in it–

“Lost in thought or are you spiraling?”

The familiarity in that tone of voice sends a shock through your frame and makes your gut once sunk low jump straight back up into your throat.

Your eyes shoot open, immediately darting to the glimmer of the white haired figure sitting at your desk, sitting back comfortably with one leg settled over his knee.

“Jesus fucking Christ–” You let out a weary gasp, palm pressed to your heart as if to check if it was still beating. Gojo expels a short laugh in response and your brows twitch together.

It was the first thing he’s said to you in months, and it didn’t feel as comforting or fulfilling to be finally addressed by Gojo as you thought it would be.

You wear an irritated expression as you glance over him, standing up straighter against the door.

“Can’t remember the last time I popped in on you like this,” He remarks with his hands folding together on his lap, mirth playing on his tiers with his head cocked towards his shoulder, using his heel to lean back into the chair. “I almost forgot how jumpy you get when I do it.”

You couldn’t remember the last time he did this either. Gojo would play this game with you quite often, mostly to ask you a measly question about something that could have been simply sent through a text or just to get under your skin when you weren’t expecting it. Most of the time, it was the latter.

“Why can’t you just knock on the door like a normal person?” You respond with a sharpness in your tone that just causes the grin to stretch further on his lips.

“Mmn, I’m not normal, remember?” He purrs lowly.

“Clearly,” A sigh leaves your lips, your facial features now relaxing after taking a small glance around your office before it returns back to him. You ponder what to say next, but the words come out less polite than you initially wanted. “What do you want, Gojo?”

It’s quiet for a short moment before the grin is softening on his lips into more of a cocky smile, sitting back up again and swiveling in the chair to face you.

“Come over to my place tonight.”

You stare blankly. You don’t respond.

Gojo exhales a dry laugh to the delay of a response he receives from you, only causing your shoulders to tense.

“What?”

“Do I really have to repeat myself again, Y/N? You heard me.”

“I heard you–” You echo back to him, scoffing under a haughty breath as you push yourself off the door, shifting to stand in front of your desk. You lean over to snatch up a few papers that were laid out on the surface, turning to your filing cabinet to store them where they needed to be. “--but lemme guess.. You don’t have some other girl to occupy your space tonight, so you have to turn to me as a last resort?”

“Oh, please, Y/N~ You know me better than anyone else, and you know that I can scoop any random girl in a millisecond to do my bidding if I chose to~”

Your jaw tightens to that.

But, he wasn’t wrong.

Gojo had a knack for hooking up with just about anything that had a pulse, and they’d surely fall into his palms just with a glance. You’ve walked in on him a couple times when you would merely visit and a different girl every time was scrambling to get their clothes on and rush out as fast as possible, never to be seen again.

“Tonight’s different. I want you to come over. For old time’s sake.”

“I’m busy tonight.”

Gojo grimaces with a twitch of his nose, even exhaling a snort to the quick admission.

“You’re lying.” He chimes, head following you as you close the filing cabinet and turning towards him again.

“And?” You place your hands on your hips, facial features stern when speaking – definitely trying to shield yourself. “So what if I’m lying? Why do you want me over?”

“For old time’s sa–”

“Gojo.” You raise your voice to stop him, the sound bouncing off the walls as you hold a hand up to press into your temple and close your eyes to calm yourself for that small pause, quietly, deeply sighing.

You’re mildly hesitant when your mouth opens, the following words hardly summing up how you felt in that moment.

“You haven’t spoken to me.. In months,” You begin with a worn tone, much quieter but still audible enough for him to hear you. It was only the two of you in the room after all. “And.. you want me to come over to your place? Just like that? You want me to just say, ‘yes, Satoru, I’ve been waiting for you to reach out like this, I’ll definitely come over!’ and just do it?”

You play up the performance by exaggerating your words – even when there was so much truth behind them – hand falling to your side as you stare a hole into the white haired man perched in the seat.

All the while, Gojo’s smile is still fixed on his tiers, lightly clicking his tongue soon after before he’s standing up from the chair to walk around your desk, leaning his hip into the edge of it.

“Honestly, knowing you, I figured you wouldn’t be too thrilled by it,” He gives a shrug of his shoulders, rolling his head to cock once more. “But.. You haven’t said no.”

You blink once, coming to the realization that you really haven’t denied it. He wasn’t really asking either.

He just simply said it.

“Come over to my place tonight.” Gojo repeats, now lifting himself off of the desk to stand tall and a foot away from you. He towers over you, so you have to crane your neck just enough to get a good look at him. “If you don’t show up, I’ll get the message.”

You don’t even have a second to reply, or even come back with a snarky comment, before he’s disappearing from sight.

The weight on your chest has somehow lifted, the tension in your shoulders soothed, but it’s not comforting in the slightest. You stare at the spot he was once standing in, mindlessly walking over to your desk to sit onto as your eyes wander the room. Your fingertips drag along the surface of the wood, quirking your lips to one side in thought.

Why didn’t you say no..?

There’s a knock at the door that breaks you away from lingering far longer on the thought, your body back to its stiff state. Only then does it go away when you see it open and Nanami appear behind it. A sigh of relief leaves you, almost slumping forward with your palms bracing the desk.

Nanami doesn’t have to say anything. The look in your eyes says enough.

You break the silence after a moment, standing back onto your feet as you take a glance at the clock on the wall before looking back to Nanami.

“Dinner on me?”

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