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getting asked out via a smudgy scribble on a coffee cup | valentine's day prompts

joel miller x reader

summary/warnings: joel stops by your coffee shack every day. it's not your fault you're a little in love with him because of it. | modern au, fluff, flirting, jesse and cat and ellie cameos, game!joel in my head. i have not been a barista so sorry to all baristas if this reads wildly off-base. | 5.6k

a/n: it's giving rom-com! happy valentine's day. a bit different from my usual fare but hopefully it makes your heart warm. love u. thank u always to @macfrog and @bageldaddy for your eyes.

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7:32 am. It’s helpful in this line of work to know exactly when you’re fucked.

The espresso machine has been on the fritz all week and despite how much you want your current method of fixing it to work – banging a fist on the top until it stops wheezing – all signs point to today being a very bad day indeed.

You’ve only been open for two hours.

Here for three, awake for four. God, you’re tired.

Anyway – you’re fucked. And there’s nothing you can do about it.

You call the time of death on the machine and search for something you can write on.

The Zone – a stupid name, but you can’t be bothered to change the sign that came with the place – is a coffee shop that sits between towns.

Your coffee shop.

It's more shack than shop, not really a zone of anything, just an order window and a five-drink menu. It's the kind of place that appears like a mirage for tourists right before they get on the highway at an ungodly hour and serves as a quick stop for everyone else. You open earlier than any other place around to get the truckers and the farmers and close when you stop being able to keep your eyes open.

The faded brown clapboard building is no bigger than an RV. The paint is chipped and the roof is a too-bright shade of green and you serve your drinks and the occasional sweet treat when you can get a good deal off of the baker two towns over through a window. It’s not a fancy chain, it’s not a drive-thru. You’ve got a bathroom and a few rickety cafe tables and chairs and no fucking common sense since you like it.

You even love it, some days.

And the craziest part is that it works. Even on mornings like this one, when your espresso machine breaks during the lull between rushes and your part-time help calls in sick and you’ve spilled coffee all over your apron twice – it works.

You tear off the lip of a cardboard box and write in big block letters: NO ESPRESSO TODAY. Maybe Tess, the baker, knows someone who can fix it. She knows everyone.

“Fuck you, you piece of junk,” you say. You give the machine another smack for good measure.

Someone clears their throat and you whirl around, makeshift sign in hand.

You’ve been doing this long enough that a handsome customer doesn’t phase you, but the man standing at your order window makes your stomach swoop for just a second.

“Morning,” you say, summoning your smile. “Hold on a sec, let me just –”

You lean out the window and wedge the piece of cardboard against the napkin holder on the ledge.

The man’s gaze drops to read. You take the opportunity to look at him.

He’s tall and broad – if you had to guess, you’d say he works on one of the farms around here. He’s tan, dark hair threaded through with grey. His arms are crossed and you wish he wasn’t wearing a jacket so you could see his forearms. His denim shirt is undone at the top and you fixate on the chorded column of his throat, on the teasing glimpse of chest hair underneath.

The guy looks tired.

Bone-tired, the kind of exhaustion you see when you look in the mirror. It comes from hundreds of early mornings and late nights, from hours on your feet and plenty of worry. He’s got lines at the corners of his eyes and a few around his mouth and you find yourself hoping they’re from laughter.

“No espresso,” he reads, slow and unhurried. His drawl fits in with most of the folks around here, but you’re sure you haven’t seen him before. You’d remember.

“Hope that doesn't scare you off,” you say. “Still got everything else.”

“Everything else being…” He glances at the chalkboard that serves as your menu.

DRIP COFFEE. LATTE. CAPPUCCINO. TEA. HOT CHOCOLATE. All written in your blocky hand in white paint.

“Three options.”

Trial and error have taught you that simple works best. You’ll make anything people ask for, so long as you know how and have the supplies, and if they’re nice about it you won’t charge too much extra.

“Can I get you one of those three options?”

You’re not trying to rush him, but the next wave of people is bound to show up any minute.

“Black coffee will do,” he says. His mouth tugs up at the corner into a smirk that makes your face feel hot. “If you have that.”

“Thank you for taking pity on me,” you say, going for teasing and missing the mark by a mile. You just sound tired and genuine. “You just made my morning.”

He looks amused and you turn from him, unable to hide your grin. You pour a steaming cup and snap the lid on.

“Pretty shit morning if this is makin’ it,” he drawls.

You hand him the cup and your fingers brush.

“You have no idea.”

He eyes the sign again and then your stained apron. “I got some notion.” He tugs his wallet from his back pocket and pulls out a $5 bill. “Keep the change,” he says.

You want to refuse, to thank him, but a few more cars pull up and Mr. Black Coffee just raises his cup to you and heads back to his truck.

Well, shit. You hope he comes back. A tipper like that, and hot? You sure wouldn’t mind if he became a regular customer. __

You call Tess that afternoon and she does know a guy, so the espresso machine gets fixed and things go back to normal. Your part-time help returns in the morning and nothing else breaks.

Today is uncharacteristically warm for the season. The inside of The Zone is almost stifling, always at least 15 degrees warmer than outside, and you keep wiping your sweaty hands on your apron as you make espresso after espresso for the lunch crowd.

Cat, a spunky girl who likes to practice her latte art when it’s slow, takes orders at the register. You keep half of your attention on her and half on the four drinks you’re working on.

“Black coffee, please,” someone says to her. Someone whose voice you recognize.

“Can I get a name for that?” Cat asks. It’s busy enough that calling names is easier than calling orders, no matter how small your menu is.

“Joel,” he says. You let the milk steam on its own and pour the black coffee before Cat can do it.

“I’ve got it,” you tell her. “Can you finish up those drinks?”

She shrugs and you swap places. You know you’re sweaty and coffee-stained but you smile at him and hand over his coffee.

“Hot coffee on a day like this?” you tease. He – Joel – is sweaty, too. The collar of his work shirt is dark with sweat and his hair is a mess. He must be here on his lunch break. He takes the cup from you and slurps a long sip as a reply to your question.

You laugh. Joel looks pleased.

“Operatin’ a full menu, I see,” he says, pulling out another $5. “Glad you got it fixed.”

“It’s still a piece of junk,” you shrug. “Just don’t tell anyone I said that.”

He waves off your offer of change and raises his cup at you, taking a few steps backward towards his truck.

“Thank you,” he says. He eyes the tag on your chest and tacks your name on at the end. It sounds good from his mouth.

“Bye, Joel,” you say. His lips twitch but you barely have time to think about it before you have to take the next few orders.

The line dies down and you step away from the register to help Cat with some cappuccinos – your least favorite drink by far due to all the damn foam they require – and she eyes you.

“Dude,” Cat says. “What the hell was that?”

If it wasn’t already a billion degrees in here you know your face would feel hot.

“What the hell was what?”

She can’t reply for a few seconds while you grind beans for some espresso.

“I didn’t even know you knew how to flirt,” she muses, tapping a frother full of milk a few times. “That was pretty bad flirting if you ask me –”

You turn the grinder on again to drown her out.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you yell. She rolls her eyes at you until you turn off the machine.

You tamp down the grounds and slot them into the machine.

“I mean, not my type at all, for like, so many reasons,” she says, wrinkling her nose. “Way too old for me, for one. Man, for another. But I see the appeal, I guess. Seems like he likes you. And was that a five-dollar bill? Black coffee is two bucks, last time I checked –”

“Can we get back to steaming milk, please?” you snap, more embarrassed than mad. “I am not taking flirting advice from a teenager.”

“I’m twenty!” she sputters. “Wait, so you admit that you like him?”

“Milk.”

Cat is right, though, and you know it. You just don’t see any harm in having a crush on some guy who comes to your coffee shop. Running this place means you see hundreds of people every day. You know their names, you ask them about their kids and their pets and their jobs, and you smile at them even on your bad days. It’s just part of the job. The daily interactions keep you afloat, make you feel more solid in your own life. People see you, they recognize you, they know you – even if it’s just because you make them coffee.

Maybe Joel will keep coming back. Maybe he’ll become one of the regulars you know things about.

And if you have a crush on him?

No harm done. He’s nice to look at.

And he tips well.

Joel stops by again.

And again.

He comes in every morning – sometimes at lunch – and orders the same thing. You learn the rumble of his truck by ear alone, the crunch of his boots on the gravel. Sometimes people in line say hi to him and a smile works its way onto your face on instinct when his voice reaches your ear. It’s never slow enough to have a proper conversation but he smiles at you, tells you he likes the flowers, your new apron.

All of it is flirting but maybe not flirting.

Maybe he’s just being polite.

Also, he keeps overpaying.

One day, almost a month since you first saw him, he doesn’t come in the morning. When you don’t see him in line at lunch, either, you’re a little disappointed. The weather is perfect – not too hot, not too cold, the sun shining – and you want to see him in the sunlight.

The day crowd is long gone and you’re only an hour or two from closing when his truck pulls up.

“I was getting worried,” you call as he walks over. Usually, he’s got some kind of dust or paint or something on them – Joel is a contractor, you’ve learned through your brief encounters, not a farmer – but today his clothes are clean and un-ripped.

“I’m honored,” he says.

You have his cup ready by the time he reaches the window.

“I’m just surprised you can get through the day without a cup of coffee.”

He snorts and hands you his cash.

“I can’t,” he says. “Had shitty home brew this morning.”

He takes a sip of your coffee and sighs. Your heart picks up and you don’t hide your grin.

“What’s with the schedule change?” you ask.

He smirks. “Miss me?”

You scoff and cross your arms. Heat rises in your chest and you feel almost giddy.

“Just curious,” you say. “Don’t let it go to your head, but you’re my favorite customer.”

Joel laughs and scratches the back of his neck.

“Reckon that’s the tip.”

“Actually, ordering a cup of black coffee is the way to any barista’s heart.”

Joel’s eyebrows climb up his forehead.

“Ah,” he says. He takes another sip, his eyes dancing with mirth. “‘Course.”

“Nah,” you say with a teasing smile. “I’d never be so shallow.”

There’s no line behind him but you expect him to go back to his truck, anyway. But here he is. Talking to you.

You grab a rag and wipe down the counter to keep your hands busy.

“I’m, uh. Meetin’ one of my kids here,” Joel says. The sudden shyness that accompanies his admission is a surprise.

Your eyes dart to his hand but you see no ring, nor the pale shadow of one.

“Both of ‘em moved to the city recently. Ellie – she’s comin’ up for the night.”

“I’ll bet you miss them,” you offer. You’re not sure why he’d want to bring his daughter to your coffee shack, but you’re not complaining.

Joel smiles at you. It’s a sad smile but still a good one. The affection in his eyes is raw.

“Sure do,” he says. He tucks one hand in his pocket and takes another sip of his coffee. “But it’s good for them. Sarah – she’s a little older – is in school and Ellie is workin’ on her music and whatever else she’s into these days.” The pride in his voice is clear.

“Well, I’m honored you want to bring her here.” You gesture to your slightly sad sitting area and the empty lot behind him.

Joel looks ready to argue with you when a faded, older version of his truck pulls up. Music leaks from the open windows and the driver bops her head to the beat a few times before shutting it off and hoping out, thumbs flying on the screen of her phone.

“That’ll be her,” he says drily. “Hey, kiddo.”

Ellie looks up from her hands, tucks her phone in her back pocket, and grins at Joel.

She doesn’t look a thing like him, but the connection is obvious. She moves like him, her shoulders set like she’s ready for a challenge at any moment. Joel sets his coffee down at the window and meets her halfway for a hug.

You look away and busy yourself with restocking whatever you can get your hands on.

“Dude, you come here every day?” Ellie asks. “Joel, this is so far from –”

Joel talks over her.

“Drive go okay? Sarah said they’re doin’ shit on the 35 –”

Ellie huffs.

“Yeah, yeah, some traffic getting out of the city ‘cause of the fucking lane closure, but otherwise fine.”

“Good.”

You turn to face them, a genuine smile firmly in place.

“Hi,” you say. Joel picks up his coffee again, which Ellie eyes with a scowl. You introduce yourself to her. “You’re Ellie, right? I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Ellie frowns. Behind her, Joel’s mouth twitches but he says nothing. It’s a lie, obviously, but something tells you he doesn’t mind and she believes it.

“Really?” She throws him a glare and then rolls her eyes. “You gotta stop telling strangers about me, man.”

“Someone’s gotta warn ‘em,” he says.

She laughs. “Hey, fuck you!”

“Only good stuff,” you say. You like her. “Joel says you’re working on your music?”

Ellie’s eyes light up. “Oh, yeah,” she says. “I’ve got an audition next week.” She turns to Joel. “I brought my guitar ‘cause I have a fuck ton of songs to play for you.”

He puts a hand on her shoulder and she settles a little.

“I bet they’re real good.”

Ellie flushes and rolls her eyes. “Yeah, well. You have to hear them first.”

You feel a little off-balance again, like you’re on the fringes of something you shouldn’t be seeing. The love on Joel’s face is clear as day.

“Do you want some coffee?” you ask her.

Joel winces. Ellie gags.

“No offense,” she starts, eyes darting between you and Joel. “I know Joel is fifty percent coffee on a good day, but it’s not my thing.” She looks at the menu and narrows her eyes. “I had a mocha the other day and didn’t hate it. Do you make those?”

“Look at that,” Joel says. “You’re convertin’.”

“Am not,” Ellie says. “It’s got chocolate in it, dude. No shit, I like it.”

“Yeah, give me a few minutes,” you laugh. “I’ll put lots of chocolate in it.”

They sit at one of your tables and you hear their laughter in the background as you make her drink.

It’s strange to see Joel like this – to build up on the man you’ve imagined him to be in your mind. Father never occurred to you. It makes sense, though, like a missing piece of him slotted into place. But it also makes the crush feel a little more real. Now that he’s more than your favorite regular customer. Now that you know a piece of him, of who he really is.

It makes you want to know more.

You finish her drink and call Ellie’s name. They both stand and Joel digs in his wallet again.

“Don’t you dare pay me, Joel,” you say. You direct your next words at Ellie. “Really. I’m just honored you stopped by.”

She eyes Joel and he eyes her right back with the same look. She must have learned it from him.

“Yeah,” she says. “Me too.” She grins at you with all of her teeth. “Joel loves this place. Talks about it all the time.”

She takes a sip of her mocha and her eyes go wide.

“Wait, this is fucking good. Man, I see why you drive –”

Joel clears his throat.

“We’re off,” he says. “Thank you, as always.” He sounds softer than usual as if being nice to his daughter is the best thing you could do for him.

You suppose it is.

“You’re welcome, as always.”

Ellie knocks her shoulder with Joel’s as they head back to their trucks. She must be whispering something to him because he swats her away with a groan and she cackles.

They both wave at you as they drive away.

Joel keeps coming in the mornings, and your conversations return to their fleeting cadence. Even so, it’s hard to deny that your crush on him has kicked into high gear.

You try not to let your gaze linger on his lips, on his throat. On his hands when he takes the cup from you, how your skin brushes and it makes you warm all over. You think about how he laughed, how relaxed he was around Ellie. You want to know what he’s like outside of your small daily interaction. You want to know what he eats for dinner, how he spends his weekends, what he listens to on the radio.

You want him.

Business is busy, which helps. A kid from a few towns over – Jesse, he’s called – signs on to work part-time, mostly for the second half of the day. He’s been a barista before so the training is minimal, but it still changes the flow of things. He’s a charming guy and the regulars take to him easy enough.

It’s you who is distracted.

One morning, Joel comes in as expected. Jesse is working, too, trying to clock some extra hours this week.

Joel is on the phone in line, his attention somewhere else. He’s frowning, a deep crease between his brows as he waits in line. All it would take to smooth it away is the press of your thumb.

You try not to stare and probably fail, but manage to take and make the orders ahead of him without making any mistakes, though your whole body feels alight.

He hangs up right as he gets to the window and sighs, giving you a tired smile.

“Howdy,” he says. You set his coffee down in front of him and he pulls out a ten-dollar bill instead of a five.

“Joel –” you say, but he interrupts you.

“My brother called and said he needs breakfast,” Joel grumbles. “Y’got any of Tess’s bear claws?”

Right, they work together, you remember. He’s mentioned Tommy in passing.

“I think so, just hold on a sec.”

“Take your time,” Joel says. It sounds like he means it, even though there’s a line behind him and he probably needs to get to work.

You do find a few bear claws in the box Tess gave you early this morning when you stopped by the bakery.

“You’re in luck,” you say, putting it in a paper bag. “Well, Tommy is.”

“Savin’ my ass,” he tells you when you hand it to him. “Thanks, sweetheart.”

The word sends a jolt of lightning through your whole body. He doesn’t even seem to realize he’s said it but your world shifts slightly on its axis. Sweetheart.

He turns on his heel before you can give him change for his cash, his phone ringing.

“Jesus, Tommy, I said I’d –”

You let him fade into the distance and smile at your next customer.

“How can I help you?”

A few orders later you end up next to Jesse making some lattes.

“Was that Joel Miller?” Jesse asks. “Before. The guy with the black coffee and bear claw?”

You startle. “Um. It was. How do you –”

“I didn’t know he was a customer here,” Jesse says. “Does he come in a lot?”

You unpack a few more cinnamon buns that Tess gave you this morning. “Yeah, every day.”

“Damn,” he says. “He must really like your coffee.”

“Are you trying to say it’s bad coffee, Jesse?”

He huffs a laugh. “No, boss, ‘course not.” He grinds beans for a few seconds but continues once he’s done, steady hands tamping down the results. “I just know he lives like, a half-hour away. And that there are plenty of coffee shops there, too.”

You narrow your eyes. “How do you know him, Jesse?”

“His daughter, Ellie, is a friend of mine,” he shrugs. “Went over to their house plenty of times in high school.”

“Well. He’s a contractor, right? I bet he has a job out here.”

Jesse clips the espresso into the machine and starts on some milk.

“I’m not saying he doesn’t,” he muses. “I am saying that it takes at least 30 minutes to get here from where he lives.”

It’s silly. You’re half-flattered, half-confused. Yeah, you like Joel, and yeah, you’re pretty sure you’ve been flirting every day for over a month. But you figure it’s convenient for him. Coffee and an ego boost all in one.

But if he’s going out of his way to come to The Zone? Well, maybe it’s not just for the coffee.

“Your coffee is good,” Jesse stresses, seeing the gears in your mind turning. It looks like he’s trying to hide a grin. You need to stop hiring young people who have keen eyes and big mouths.

“I think the ice needs a refill,” you say, snapping back into focus.

“He might be here for something else, too -”

“Go refill the ice.”

He throws up his hands with a smirk. “I’m going!”

7:24 am. You’re on your own again and you’re fucked.

The espresso machine is working perfectly and the early rush has ended. The weather is beyond shitty. Rain falls in sheets and the sky is so dark it feels like the sun didn’t bother to rise. It pounds on the roof and blows in the window every time you open it. The awning does nothing to shield customers as they shout their orders over the wind at you. Your fingers are going numb and your front is damp enough to set your teeth chattering.

Joel’s truck pulls up and – well. You’re fucked. And he’s why.

You’re fucked because you can’t stop thinking about him. You can’t stop thinking about what Jesse said. What Joel said. Sweetheart.

A harmless crush turned into something more intense, something heavy in your stomach. You want him earnestly, fully, with every piece of you.

And you still barely know him. But you want to.

Maybe it’s the weather, maybe it’s the fact that you’re damp and cold and frustrated with your own heart and brain. But you see his truck and you decide to do something about this stupid crush.

You write your phone number on a cup with steady hands and set it aside for Joel. You scrawl on it as neatly as you can: Want to get a drink somewhere else sometime?

It’s a bit of a coward’s way out. You should just ask him, say how you feel to his face. He’d probably like that better, anyway. But, well, this just feels safer. He could ignore it, he could throw it out, he could see it and decide to never come back.

Sweetheart.

Somehow you don’t think he’ll do any of those.

The rain lashes against the window so hard you don’t open it until you see the lonely figure approach. The morning rush has been a morning trickle, a few brave souls venturing out for something from you.

Joel, it seems, is one.

You open the window and are greeted with a spray of mist.

“Gimme a sec,” you tell him. It’s so windy he leans in close to hear you. He’s wearing a jacket that’s ill-suited for the rain, his hair plastered to his forehead. Your fingers twitch with the need to brush it back.

You quickly fill the cup you’ve set aside and pass it to him with two hands so it doesn’t blow over.

“Brave of you,” you say. He’s in the rain and you’re both getting soaked but you want to talk to him desperately. It’s a buzzing need at the front of your brain. “Thought the weather would get you, too.”

“Told you,” he all but yells over the wind with a flash of white teeth. “Shitty coffee at home.”

“Drive safe, Joel,” you tell him. He nods at you and jogs back to the truck, cup in hand. You won’t be able to see if he reads it from here, but you hope so. All you have to do is wait.

And wait.

The rain stops.

You’re still waiting, phone silent.

Sunshine peeks through the clouds with a slightly surreal post-storm glow. A few more folks have made their way to The Zone but today has been slow. The clock ticks slowly towards 3 pm and your phone does not ring.

“Don’t be stupid,” you mutter. “He’s working.”

You step out of the shack and into the slightly humid air, the gravel under your feet shifting wetly. The tables you’d set out this morning are, mercifully, still there, though they’re spattered with rain. You might as well close up now.

You’re bent over the last of the chairs, wiping them down with an old rag. You’re focused, so much so that you don’t pay much attention to the hum of an engine and the crunch of tires behind you.

A door slams but you don’t turn around.

“Sorry,” you call over your shoulder. “We just closed.”

“Shame,” he says.

You whip around and find Joel, hands in his pockets. He’s in a different shirt than this morning and his jeans don’t look soaked. You’re still damp, water stains on your pants and shirt.

“Oh,” you breathe. “Hi, Joel.”

He smirks. “Don’t think I’ve ever seen you outside of that window,” he says, before jutting his chin towards the tables. “Can I help?”

You’re very aware of your whole body all at once. He’s looking at you, drinking you in like you’re his morning cup of coffee.

“Uh, sure,” you say. You want to ask why he’s here but the words won’t come. “They go in there, in the little closet on the right.” You point to the open door to the shack.

He dips his chin low just once and then crosses the distance between you in three big strides. He grabs the chair closest to you. The t-shirt he’s wearing shows his arms and you feel what he’s just said – it’s weird to be in the same space like this. You’re outside but he feels so big.

Joel’s arms flex and you swallow, following him with another chair. He stacks his in the right place and holds a hand out for yours.

“What did you write on it?” he asks, casually.

The words don’t totally register. “What?”

He doesn’t answer. His arms are crossed, brow furrowed. Your mouth goes dry.

“On my cup. This mornin’.” He keeps his gaze on yours and for some reason, you can’t look away.

“Oh – you, you didn’t see?”

He shakes his head. “Was rainin’, remember? Got smudged before I got in my truck.”

“Right.”

You tear yourself away and leave him standing there. Maybe you should just lie.

But then you think about the way his eyes crinkle at the corners when you make him laugh, and how he asks you how you are and how he brought his daughter here and how he tips and how he drives all this way for your – for you.

Joel waits, his footsteps the only indication he’s followed you.

You turn around.

“I wrote my phone number,” you say. “And I asked you on a date.”

The corner of his mouth pulls up and you think he’s…blushing?

He rubs a hand over his beard and you hope he’s hiding a smile. Your heart is in your throat, beating so loud you worry that he can hear it. All of your bravado sinks into the damp ground at your feet. Maybe you’ve read this totally wrong. Maybe he’s just a nice guy, maybe your coffee is just really good and your employees are fucking with you. He’s here to let you down easy, to tell you he’s not even available, not interested, not –

“Alright,” Joel says. He walks towards you and tugs his phone from his back pocket. “I’ll take that number.”

Oh.

He hands it over and you type it in, heart jackhammering in your chest. But you watch his face, see the quirk of his mouth and his blush and it makes you brave.

“And the date?” you ask, giving it back. Your fingers brush and your heart keeps pounding but your nerves take a sharp turn away from doubt and towards excitement.

“Well, you gonna ask again?”

You both seem to have found your footing with whatever this is. The flirt in him is back full force, and he’s looking at you in that way of his. You want to know all of his expressions. There is so much to learn.

“Are you going to say yes?”

“S’why I came back,” he admits. “Figured you’d be closin’. Hoped you’d be free.”

“So you could read the cup?”

Joel takes the other two chairs and heads for the door again. You trail him. God, his arms are distracting.

“Most of it,” he says. “Couldn’t make out the last few numbers, though.”

“Well, once we’re done here, I’m free. If you wanted to go on a date with me.”

Joel turns and you’re in the small space at the same time, your chests almost pressed together. You must smell like sweat and stale coffee but you watch as Joel inhales, eyes on yours.

“I do,” he says.

It would be so easy to kiss him, a quick, chaste press of your lips to see what he tastes like.

His pupils dilate and you sway into him for a breath before you realize what you’re doing and step back outside.

You take a deep breath of fresh air. “Great.”

He rubs the back of his neck with one hand and you head for the tables.

“Y’know,” he says. “Ellie’s been on my ass about this.”

You laugh, high and bright. “Has she?”

“That girl ain’t capable of missin’ an opportunity to stick her nose in,” he grumbles, but it’s affectionate.

“Well, I think she’s smart,” you goad.

“Yeah,” he agrees. “Reckon she is.”

Joel’s brows furrow and he takes a few quick steps into your space, so close the tips of your shoes almost touch.

“Oh,” you breathe. “Hi.”

“Hold still,” he says. He reaches for your face slowly, slow enough that you could pull away but you don’t. He brushes something from your cheek with the pad of his thumb.

“Grounds.” His voice is a little hoarse.

“Thanks,” you breathe.

He smirks but the flush creeping up his neck tells you he’s not wholly unaffected. It makes you feel…it just makes you feel.

Joel Miller likes you.

“Well, don’t just stand there,” you say.

His eyes widen slightly and he leans in just a little but you slide out of his space with a grin.

“The sooner we finish up the sooner I can buy you a drink.”

Joel laughs, loud and full. “Oh, how generous of you.”

“You’re very lucky,” you say.

“I agree,” he drawls. He taps your chin with one knuckle.

His eyes sparkle and he smiles, looking luminous in the post-storm sunshine. You see a flash of a future – watching him drink coffee in a kitchen instead of through the window of The Zone. Your hands meeting over a shared table, fingers tangling, that smile directed at you in the morning light.

Giddiness rises in your throat and spills out of you in a delighted laugh of your own. Joel just grins.

“So,” he says. “Where’re you takin’ me?”

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๋࣭⭑ Devlog #38 | 2.27.24 ๋࣭⭑

How is it already almost March omfg.

Anyways Happy Valentine's Day month!!! This year, I was swamped with work, so I didn't get a chance to make Valentine's Day art. I did make a Valentine's piece last year though.

BUT we did have beloved @magunalafay make these Valentine's Day cards this year for the community!!! <3 If you missed it, well Happy Valentine's Day!!!!!

She made these as a gift, and I love her very much. Maguna u r so talented

This month was pretty busy for me, but I'm super happy with the progress made this month ^^ I feel like I've started the year off in a pretty good groove after it being all over the place for a hot second, yay!!!

This past month, Etza and Druk's routes. With the revamped demo finishing its revisions, it left a lot more time for me to focus writing on full route development.

If you missed the announcement, I FINISHED Etza's first draft!!! YAAAYYY!!!! FINALLY!!!!!!

That means 4/6 routes are finished in terms of the base writing, which is so exciting to MEEEEE. I've always seen Etza's draft as The Milestone because with their route finished, it would mean the four Central routes are done writing. And to me, while there's a good chuck of writing left, we are nearing the end of it.

There's only two routes left and that means it's about ~100k words which is CRAZY compared to when I had ~300k to write (:cries:). Even if that sounds like a lot, once I start chipping away at those routes, that 100k goes into the "double digits" aka 90k...80k... etc. and that makes me want to pee my pants

We also finished editing Druk's route, yay!!! So we reached a lot of milestones this month ^^

We are nearing the end of the Vui background commissions. It's very bittersweet; I'm so used to mentioning him in my devlogs now </3 There's only like 3(?) more BGs left for him to make, and then all of the BGs for the game will be finished. Very Wild! I think Alaris will have 25ish BGs, and they are all Stunning.

It's been a while since I showed you all a BG, so I'll give you all a preview of one I just got in!

Isn't it cozy? Guess whose house hehe

I personally have been doing a lot of sprite work this month to finish the final art assets for the demo. I added some expressions to Druk and Aisa that I'd been procrastinating (I don't even know why I was procrastinating them). And I finally finished Mom and Kimura's updated sprites! Patreon already saw them, but I'll show the new versions here too ^^

Preview of Mom (left) and Kimura (right) updated sprites. Now everyone's sprite styles are cohesive YAY!!

Aside from sprite work, much of my "art" time has been on finishing up/putting together the last of the screens for the GUI. Specifically, I got THIS BABY up and running. She is my crowning glory.

Memory Screen to Replay Unlocked Free Time Dates

Oh my god.... You all have NO IDEA how much of a pain this was to code. There is a transparency gradient going on in the left and right B&W previews (courtesy of community programming angel feniks/shawna).

And then the effort to have the Titles and Descriptions of the Previewed Date change tilted me on Multiple Occasions. But we finally got it to work thanks to bestie @siyo-koy pointing out I just coded one stupid "if" statement wrong LJAFSLIEFJIEJ. But the effort was WORTH IT because I'm so proud of her!!! I hope you all like it too as a way to relive Free Time Dates. I had a lot of fun with the Titles and descriptions.

I also put together the Stats and Affection Screens

Preview of Personality Stats & Affection Screens

So I coded both of them a bit differently from each other. The Personality Screen shows you a breakdown of your traits so far. Think of it like a pie graph! So in the preview picture, your choices indicate you are 33% Brave, 16% Charismatic, etc. I felt like this was a more natural way to portray personality rather than how many bravery points you've collected so far!

And then for Affection, it works in a more traditional way, where it counts it based on how many you've gotten out of the total amount you can get. This way, as the story progresses, how close you are to the person reflects how much your relationship as developed!

I've also added little descriptions underneath each that change depending on the percentage. So for example, if you have gotten 82% of the affection points for Kuna'a, the description of your relationship might change as well hehe

Other than that, I've mainly focused on getting the demo together. We released the beta demo earlier this month (? LOL). And the feedback has been so kind!!

A lot of this month was spent polishing so that the demo can be ready for early access and eventually public release. I updated sprites, made sure music crossfades with each other so that transitions between soundtracks feel smoother, I added/polished all of the screens I needed to (e.g., Memory Room, Full Credits, Cleaning Music Room, Adding Stats Screens), and I FINALLY as of yesterday added the Voiced Lines!!

One thing I added in the Extended Demo that I'm really happy with is the use of Extended Pronouns (courtesy of Angel Feniks). Below is a preview of how it works now!

Preview of Extended Pronouns Function. Credit to Feniks

Basically, you can choose multiple pronouns for yourself, including custom pronouns (e.g., xe/xem, fae/faer, etc.). On top of that, you can choose how often you'd like the pronouns to alternate (e.g., every line versus every scene) and what kind of terms you'd like to be used for you (e.g., neutral vs. masculine vs. feminine)!

Overall, the demo is getting closer and closer to release!!! Early Access will hopefully be ready by the end of this week or next, so if you all would like access to it, please feel free to subscribe to my Patreon for this upcoming month! Available to Wyvern tier ($5) and up.

I didn't have any time to really play any games this month because I was drowning in work LMFAOSLJIEF. I did play the Threads of Bay demo by @lavendeerstudios and it was GORGEOUS! Very cute game with lovable characters and charming visuals. Andrew, I will have your number

Every other section was really long, so I'm going to throw it here even though it's not market research. But Intertwine recently hit 600 ratings, which is crazy. Thank you for still enjoying that game even if it's not one that is my main focus anymore. I'm really happy people still like it :on the verge of tears:

Anyways, this has been a long devlog. Here's to continuing to Ball in March. Hope you all have a great rest of your month, and I'll talk to you soon! <3

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hi babes i hope YOU MISSED MY SUPER DETAILED REQUESTS! so, for a long time now im craving for the “rut”, “heat”, “nest” and other a/b/o dynamics inserted on avatar universe, so i WAS HOPING:

could you pretty please write something about lo’ak and reader (a female na’vi) where they're best friends and both insanely in love w each other – reader already had her "cerimony" meaning she needs to find a partner soon, but lo'ak has been convincing readers parents to decline any mate offers because none of them is good enough for her. one day, reader's heat come and bsf lo’ak comes to the rescue? i need a cocky possessive lo’ak in my life and I KNOW you're the one whos gonna gimme !!!!!

lov u, drink water and stay safe <3

The Right Profile | Lo'ak x fem!Omaticaya! reader (a/b/o smut).

Happy Valentine's Day to all my readers! As always, requests are open. Minors DNI!

A.N= everyone needs to know that every time you send me a request my mind makes me put everything on standby until I get it done. Also, I have a major weakness for a/b/o and I've been dying for someone to send me a request like this, so yeah, your wish is my command. For anyone who wanted the new installment of Star-crossed instead of this, you can send your complaints to @punkrockrogers (I'm kidding, obviously).

Summary: exactly what's in the request but I found some juicy canon info about Lo'ak failing to tame an ikran on his first attempt and almost dying in the process, and you can bet I'm going to use that for this fic. So, our boi failed his driver's test therefore he does not get to smash. Both Lo'ak and reader are aged up (20 y/o). Title from the song 'The right profile' by the Clash. Quotes in this: one is from Avatar 2009 and the other is by Goethe.

T.W= this is going to be A LOT, if there ever were an Omegaverse phd course, I would be teaching that class, so if that stuff is not for you, scroll away now. NSFW: p. in v., a/b/o dynamics, mating cycles (heat, rut), marking, scent marking, knotting, breeding, also possessive!Lo'ak (our boi is a lil ooc in this, I don't condone this type of behavior in a relationship, it's all for the sake of the story, you know the drill, if this might be disturbing to you, again give this story a miss).

word count: 8k

Mini na'vi dictionary:

'evi= child (said affectionately by an elder)

Tsurokx= rest/sleep

yawne= beloved

syulang= flower

Ngaytxoa= forgive me

Oeya= my (possessive)

yìmkxa= banshee catcher

The Na'vi say that every person is born twice. The second time is when you earn your place among the people, forever.

"I do not wish to take part in the Uniltaron without you." Y/n had told Lo'ak, still distraught from the events of that day. His best friend had been the first of their group to manage to tame her ikran, of course, she had. And now she was set to take part in the Dream Hunt before finally taking her rightful place among the people along with the rest of Lo'ak's peers, while he was left behind.

He had failed and almost fallen to his death during his attempt, and now his parents were going to make him wait until he was 'truly ready' before he could try again. His father had thought it was somehow his business to step in and stop him from trying his second attempt at taming the banshee then and there. Lo'ak had never felt more embarrassed, especially because y/n had immediately dismounted from her ikran and run to his aid the second she'd seen the scene unfold before her eyes.

"You have already waited five years for me to complete my training..." Lo'ak dismissed her words. "And I won't be the reason you wait any longer..." Y/n had never said it out loud, but Lo'ak knew it was true. She'd been postponing her rite of passage so that they would have joined the clan together, and he couldn't deal with it anymore.

"But Lo'ak, I do not care about-"

"Well, you should care." He snapped at her, not really knowing where his anger was coming from. Sure, he'd just had what could have been described as the worst day of his life, but something and been simmering inside him all week. And now Lo'ak felt like he'd reached his limit. In a few hours, the young Na'vi male was going to discover that anger was only a prelude to his first rut. "Everything comes easy to you, but it's like you don't even notice! No one ever said we needed to be attached to the hip for the rest of our lives, so why don't you just get over it and do what's expected of you?"

The second he saw the heartbroken look on y/n's face, Lo'ak wanted to take it all back. He hadn't meant to say any of those things, of course he hadn't. She was his best friend, she was the woman he loved, yet he'd passed up his chances to ever be with her twice in a single day. He was petty and weak, unable to own up to his own shortcomings, and now he was taking it out on the only person in the world who would have never judged him for it.

"I see..." Y/n said, her voice laced with grief. For a single, stupid second Lo'ak had deluded himself into thinking she was about to say 'I see you', it was what he wanted to tell her. He'd been wanting to tell her for so long. "I have... been foolish. I thought that maybe you... that we..." Y/n wiped a tear away from her face, and stepped back from Lo'ak when he tried to reach out for her. "I do not need your pity." She hissed at him, feeling that Lo'ak had just rejected her. "You have made yourself understood."

With that, y/n disappeared from Lo'ak sight and into the darkness of the night. By the time Neteyam found him, Lo'ak was already in the throes of a terrible fever. His father and brother took him to a secluded place where he would have been safe, but couldn't do much for him besides that. Moat had said the rut hit Lo'ak so suddenly that he was beyond being helped with any sort of treatment. He had no mate, and neither did he have the right to choose one. Left alone to endure the most excruciating pain known to the Omaticaya people.

A lot could change in a week. Especially when it came to things taking a drastic turn for the worse. Lo'ak, who was still experiencing the occasional violent aftershock from the trauma he'd just finished enduring all by himself, was about to get accustomed to a whole new kind of pain.

"We seek your guidance, Tsahik." Y/n's parents had come to speak to his grandmother, while she was still in the process of checking he hadn't suffered any irreparable damage during his absence. "Our daughter, y/n, does not wish to wait for love to find her. She has invoked the old ways, asking us to choose a mate for her." Another violent fit wreaked havoc over Lo'ak's body, but this time he wasn't entirely sure it was due to the aftermath of his rut. Moat had told him the worst was now behind him. "Cease your whining, 'evi." She reprimanded him. "Only by regaining your strength will you find the way to be whole again." While that statement sounded overtly obvious to him, the look his grandmother gave him made him think she was trying to tell him something more.

"Forgive us, we have come at a bad time." Y/n's mother said, directing her sympathies to Lo'ak. They had always been kind toward him. "Your grandson is still injured, y/n has been heartbroken about it. We have prayed to Eywa every day for your swift recovery-"

"He has recovered." Moat cut her off. "And your daughter cannot force her childish whims on you. She is a woman, a warrior of this clan, she cannot hide behind her parents. We only arrange the marriages of future Tsahik and Olo'eyktan, for they are given gifts by Eywa herself to guide the people. The old ways have brought nothing but suffering, I remember the time when they were enforced all too well. They are only to be invoked in drastic situations, such as the event of a heat."

"We are grateful for your wisdom, Tsahik." Y/n father said. "But that is precisely what we fear... she is already showing signs. Every day our daughter grows weaker. We know she may not survive without a mate, and now it is too late for her to make her own choice."

"Fools." Moat almost spat. "Bring her to me at once-"

Lo'ak was on his feet and running out of the healing tent at once, no longer willing to listen to a single word of that conversation. Mating cycles were usually something that a couple faced together, but he and y/n had waited too long for their rite of passage. In that time they hadn't found the person who was truly right for them, so now y/n was going to force herself to be with someone or face her heat alone, along with the consequences that entailed. And it wasn't like Lo'ak could step up and ask her parents to marry her, he wasn't even part of the clan. Not only that, y/n also probably thought he wanted nothing to do with her.

He went looking for y/n everywhere. She wasn't in her tent, nor was she staying with her parents. Word was she'd gone hunting, and after a desperate search, Lo'ak ended up finding her in his own living quarters when he returned home in the early hours of the morning. As much as Lo'ak wanted to yell at y/n in frustration because he'd been worried sick over her, the sight of her sleeping peacefully quelled his anger. He knelt down to touch her forehead, and let out a breath of relief. Her body temperature hadn't drastically risen just yet.

Lo'ak took a look around and only then noticed y/n had rounded up the entirety of his possessions to surround herself with in her sleep. She had made a bed out of the skins and paintings which used to adorn the inside of his tent while holding on rather tightly to a piece of fabric he quickly recognized as one of his loincloths. He felt himself turn into a deep shade of blue in the face and attempted to gently tug the item out of her grip, but y/n growled menacingly in her sleep, immediately making Lo'ak give up on his intent. He did not wish to wake her. Not when it was clear she'd been so distressed, she'd felt the need to make herself a nest just to feel safe.

"Tsurokx, yawne..." Lo'ak wished her a good sleep, and went to tell her family she'd been found.

Her parents were thankful, and just because Lo'ak was not allowed to catch a single break, it turned out y/n parents trusted him so much they began to ask him his personal opinion on the skxawngs that had already shown up to ask them to be her mate. Lo'ak respected y/n's parents and knew they were only worried about their daughter, but he was running on zero hours of sleep, and the image of y/n curled up in a nest she'd made of his belongings was still too fresh in his mind, so he let his worst side get the better of him. He lied. Something so deeply human, his people did not even have a word for it.

"...I would not even consider Selkath, he is too arrogant to even see past himself..."

"Pantoran is weak, I would not trust him to provide for your daughter..."

"... I have known Skakoan to have used cruel words against y/n. She does not deserve her..."

The more he spoke, the more Lo'ak realized he was describing himself and the way he had treated y/n, not giving a true judgment of his peers. And her parents were trusting him with that information, even though he had absolutely no authority to be judging anyone. But there was no reason to worry, a fresh batch of idiots would have shown up to declare their 'love' soon enough, over and over again until eventually someone was found.

Lo'ak slept on the cold hard ground just outside his tent, barely getting an hour's sleep before the day began for the rest of the clan.

"Showing your worth to the clan, as usual, Su-ly?" A voice Lo'ak knew all too well asked, as he was 'accidentally' stepped on and woken up. Tholothian had never been too shy about disliking Lo'ak, and the feeling was entirely mutual. "Watch where you're going, Tho'lo." He growled as he stood up, certainly not in the mood to be taking anyone's crap. The other Na'vi was also standing entirely too close to the tent where y/n was currently resting, and Lo'ak was about the get real territorial real fast if the skxawng didn't back off. The low rumble in his throat was still there, and Lo'ak was making it very clear he was not to be messed with at that moment.

Tholothian, who thrived off humiliating the younger Sully brother in any way possible, had to take a step back. Lo'ak had been missing for an entire week, and now that he was back, he seemed to have doubled in size. He was taller, his shoulders wider, his once delicate-looking human hands bigger, and his muscles considerably more defined. And his entire demeanor also seemed... different, menacing almost. Never before would he have considered Lo'ak Sully competition, least of all a threat. So he decided to back off, for the time being at least.

What he wanted was y/n, and Lo'ak couldn't claim her. There was no pride in kicking someone down when they had already lost. Or was there? "I was just on my way to see, y/n..." Tholothian gloated, knowing it was a sore subject for Lo'ak. "You must have heard... she is searching for a mate..." The look on Lo'ak face darkened considerably, and it would have been a lie not to admit he was reaching for his dagger to challenge Tho'lo to a duel and see which of them could draw first blood, when y/n audibly called Lo'ak's name from inside the tent.

Tholothian paled considerably when he heard y/n call out to his rival and Lo'ak smirked, basking in the pride he felt at that moment. Y/n was probably waiting inside to give him an earful about disappearing for a week, but Tho'lo didn't know that. "Yeah, man. I heard." He sneered, his cocky attitude back in full swing. "I'd wish you luck, but I think it'd be fairer if I gave you a little advice instead..." Lo'ak lowered his voice and pointed his dagger in the direction of Tho'lo chest. "If you, or anyone of your friends, come sniffing after y/n again, just know you're going to have to get through me first." He snarled, showing a full set of teeth, before heading back inside to see y/n.

"Hey..."

"Hey? That's all you have to say?" At least she was still lucid enough to be mad at him, Lo'ak thought. There was still time. Y/n threw the first thing she could find at his head, but Lo'ak managed to dodge it. "Where were you?"

"I was sick." Lo'ak said, and cautiously sat down next to her. He didn't know how else to describe what he'd been through, without inadvertently bringing up her own situation.

"Sick?" Y/n asked, still not understanding why he'd been away from home if he'd been ill.

"I'm sorry I missed your ceremony." Lo'ak said truthfully, the regret clear in his voice, even though he'd just avoided her question. "And the dream hunt, and all of it... the reason why doesn't matter, I should have been there for you."

Y/n hugged her knees to her chest, her worry not subsiding at all. What could have been so bad, Lo'ak couldn't even tell her about it?

"So... you're going to be mated soon..." Lo'ak didn't even know why he said it, other than the fact he was always the one to break the silence and say the things others wouldn't. "Why are you making your parents choose for you?" He asked when she didn't respond. "Y/n you know that's stupid..."

"What? Now honoring our traditions is stupid?" Y/n snapped at him, barely leaving any distance between them. "Weren't you the one who said I acted like I didn't care? That I should start doing what's expected of me?" She threw his words back in his face and Lo'ak immediately understood how the entire insane idea of an arranged marriage had come to her in the first place. He'd made her feel less than worthy, like she wasn't grateful enough to be part of the people, and now she was trying to make up for it, even though it was never true in the first place.

"Y/n... I never should have said those words... I wasn't myself that day, you have to believe me..." Lo'ak implored her, but it wasn't enough to keep the tears from rushing down her face.

"Well, it doesn't matter now..." Y/n kept half the truth to herself. She'd childishly thought that Lo'ak would have tried to prevent her from her recklessness and chosen her himself. But clearly, it had been a fantasy. "Lo'ak, I know what's happening to me... and I'm scared, I don't know what's worse, facing it alone or...or..."

Lo'ak pulled y/n into his arms then, holding her close as he felt her tremble against his chest. "You won't have to face this on your own, and... and I'll make sure you'll be with someone worthy, who'll take good care of you..." His words were like daggers to her chest, because there was no one else she could ever want besides him, yet she understood Lo'ak was trying his best to comfort her. Y/n buried her face in the crook of Lo'ak's neck, breathing in his scent. It was a lot stronger now, and only at that point did she realize so many things about his appearance had changed.

There were two small glands, one on either side of his neck, where his scent seemed to be strongest, and she was suddenly overcome by the need to be covered in it. Y/n began to purr softly, rubbing her face against Lo'ak's neck, not really knowing what she was doing other than chasing after the feeling of comfort and protection that came along with dousing herself in Lo'ak pheromones. "What are you doing, y/n?" Her bestfriend asked, his voice sounding considerably deeper than it had been a few seconds ago. "Feels nice." Was the entirety of the explanation she gave him, without showing any intention of stopping. Not that Lo'ak wanted her too.

He suddenly understood why she'd come to his tent in the first place, and that was to seek out whatever still held his scent, to numb out any feverish symptoms her pre-heat was going to throw at her. Lo'ak knew they were treading a dangerous line, but he also knew he would have given anything to have felt any sort of comfort during his rut, and he couldn't bring himself to tear himself away from her. The type of contact y/n was craving at that moment was completely harmless, yet the idea that she needed to be marked with his scent so badly made a Lo'ak feel possessive in a way he hadn't even known was possible. "Yeah? Is that what's been stressing you out, baby?" He cooed, wrapping her braid around his hand and tugging it softly. "You just wanted to breathe in my scent, didn't you?"

Y/n whined at his touch and nodded feverishly at his words. "Y-yes... I missed you, and I didn't know where you were. I just knew you were hurt..." She rambled, but Lo'ak kissed her temple, trying to let her know that there was no need to worry about him. "I'm right here, I'm sorry I was away. I let you down. I should have been here to help you with your nest. Look at this, you did it all by yourself, huh? Good girl." Lo'ak praised her, letting out a deep-sounding purr to let y/n know how impressed he was with her. Y/n nodded, smiling as she basked in Lo'ak's praise. "I did it for you, I wanted to be here when you got back..."

Lo'ak had to remind himself all he was doing was for the sake of helping y/n deal with how increasingly hormonal and emotional she was about to become over the next few days, and nothing that was saying in that moment held any real meaning. Somebody else would get to take care of y/n, and somehow he'd ended up on the council of people who got to determine who that person was going to be. As long as he kept his own feelings out of it, there was no reason why y/n shouldn't have stayed with him.

"Thank you, baby..." Lo'ak whispered softly and brought her hand to his mouth, kissing her wrist. "I'm going out to get you something to eat now, do you want to come? Or do want to stay here?"

"No." Y/n wrapped herself around him like a vine. "Stay."

"Huh-uh, it's like that, is it?" Lo'ak chuckled, powerless against her death-grip. So he took the opportunity to have a lie down. Unlike y/n, he was missing several hours of sleep. "Well, I'm not going to argue with the woman who has me in a choke-hold... and sleeping will do you some good too..." He sighed, resting his arms around her middle. It didn't take long for Lo'ak to pass out completely.

When Lo'ak woke up, y/n seemed to have been long gone. Someone had also brought him some food and water while he'd been resting. Lo'ak hurriedly ate something, before heading out to look for y/n, but he didn't end up needing to look too far. Moat had been in the middle of examining y/n when Lo'ak showed up out of the blue.

"Ever heard of privacy? Get out of here, skxawng!" Y/n yelled at him, and Lo'ak immediately did as he was told. At least y/n seemed to be once again lucid and back to normal. For the time being. And now that he knew she was alright he really didn't have any other excuse to be around her, so he left.

Lo'ak finally found the time to get back to his training, something he now did in private. It was embarrassing to perpetually remind the rest of the clan of his failure, and he would not ask his father or brother for help. His mother however, was a lot more difficult to get away from. And she understood more than most. "My son, it is clear you are hurting... we have not seen you for days... "

"So? What good is showing my face when I have failed you?" Lo'ak turned away in shame. He did not need anyone to look out for him, not anymore.

"Stubborn! Just like your father." Neytiri hissed at him, bonking him on his head with her bow and not too gently either. "It is clear... that Eywa made you and y/n to be together. Do not treat me as if I do not see. I see you, my son."

Lo'ak broke down as soon as he heard those words. It was true, he had been pushing his family away, but simply because he hadn't thought himself capable of facing them. What would his mother think of the twisted game he'd gotten himself in? What kind of example was he setting for his younger sister? He didn't deserve to be around any of them until he somehow managed to make things right.

Neytiri hugged him, even though it was something they hadn't done in a long time. She had immediately known how strong and independent her youngest son was from a very early age, and she feared that it may have been the reason why, out of all of her children, he'd most often been left to his own devices while she and Jake were forced to tend to the others.

"You have not failed us, Lo'ak. But you must still fight for y/n... and I will help you."

The next few days went by in a blur. If he wasn't training with his mother to successfully pass the Iknimaya on his second try, he was making sure to steer away y/n's parents from any candidates they may have seriously been considering to be her mate without seeming too obvious. If a certain potential candidate began to seem like a real threat to Lo'ak, then he would personally seek them out to politely dissaude them himself.

"If you ever try to talk to y/n, ke-he, you ever even look in her direction or... you just as much as think of her again, I'm dragging you out of your tent while you sleep and leaving you out to die in the forest. And trust me, the viperwolves will finish whatever meat the Thanator doesn't tear off your bones first."

The Na'vi might have been dangerous, but they were a peaceful people. Humans had been the ones to bring war upon them. And Lo'ak had begun to realize just how much of a scary breed he was of the two things. He was now turning on his own kind, on the very same members of his clan, his brothers and sisters. He was cheating and lying to get his way, just like a human would. And the scariest part was, that realization was bothering him less and less as time went on. Y/n's heat was approaching fast, and as a consequence, he was getting more protective and territorial by the day.

While y/n had been able to keep her head in the beginning, only going through a few 'fever dreams', as Lo'ak liked to call them, in a single day and quickly recovering from them, it was now rare to come back and find her to be lucid rather than not. She had a few lulls, here and there, where it was once again possible to get her to have a coherent conversation, but those instances were now few and far in between. Lo'ak would have to seize those opportunities to take her out so she could have a walk, drink or eat something, and show her parents she was still alive. One night he'd even managed to take her all the way out to the ponds for a swim, something she'd always loved, but she was way past that point now.

Y/n slept most of the days off; the nights were the real problem. Due to her body temperature slowly increasing to the point where it was eventually going to be unbearable for her, y/n had taken to refusing to wear any sort of clothing. Which was particularly hard on Lo'ak, especially since her body was also changing in ways that weren't so subtle. As much as he tried not to look, it seemed as if both her breasts and her hips were filling out little by little each day. By that point, he was sure it was some specific torture that had been crafted for him especially, but it all came to pale into comparison when most nights were spent treating the aches of y/n's fever.

"You need to drink some water for me, baby..." Lo'ak would try to encourage her. "I promise you'll feel a lot better if you do..." Y/n was struggling, and Lo'ak was thankful for the fact that after making a bit of a fuss she would eventually listen to him. He couldn't think of a single other person who would've had the same amount of care and patience to make sure she was eating and drinking regularly throughout her heat, and there was hardly any time left before she was completely under the influence. A decision was going to be made whether he liked it or not.

The only problem was that now, he didn’t know if he was going to be able to stand aside when the time came for her to leave. The two of them had gotten somewhat... close during their time together. Close in a way that Lo'ak was certain didn't apply to being best friends. Y/n had suffered a great deal the night her scent glands came in, two on her neck, two on her inner thighs, and one on each of her wrists, and Lo'ak had almost mistaken the event for the beginning of her heat. The sweetness of her scent had him so out of his mind, and he would have torn himself away from her if she hadn't been holding on to him for dear life. "Don't go, Lo'ak, please..." y/n had begged him through choked sobs.

Lo'ak still didn't know if he'd made the right choice to stay, because of everything that happened afterward. He peppered y/n's skin with kisses as usual, trying to bring her comfort, only this time the need to taste and sink his teeth into her was almost uncontrollable. "Y/n, I don't think I should be here..." Lo'ak tried to say, having never felt so at war with himself. Y/n shook her head and caught his lips in a kiss, completely tearing down any ounce of doubt he may have still had. For the time being. The fact that she was promised to another suddenly didn't matter anymore, and the two of them were painfully aware y/n had been dripping with slick from the moment Lo'ak had pulled her into his arms. They were all over each other instantly, reaching desperately for one another in the dark. The sound y/n made when he breached her walls was the most beautiful thing Lo'ak had ever heard, and they fucked so desperately, he was almost ashamed of it afterward.

Almost.

"I told you, my sweet syulang..." He teased, regretfully having to pull out of her for the second time. "You're not ready to take my— a knot, I mean..." Lo'ak kissed her whines away, only taking a few more strokes before coating her belly will his warm seed. "But I want to try again, weakling..." Y/n huffed, having absolutely no mercy for her spent companion as she climbed on top of him. Lo'ak let out a groan and a laugh at the same time, pulling her in for a hug. "You have come so many times, I am literally covered in your slick... and since you're clearly in the right mind to give me attitude..." he pinched y/n's ass cheek and she yelped, slapping his chest. "You're more than capable to come with me for a swim and... help me clean up all this later..." Y/n had bit him in protest but eventually complied with his unreasonable demands.

In those moments with her, Lo'ak had felt so happy he'd almost forgotten what the future actually had in store for the two of them. Even though now he knew y/n so deeply, both at a mental and physical level, another would be the one to marry her. Another would the one to make a lifelong bond with her, mark her and mate with her.

'Sometimes I don't understand how another can love her, is allowed to love her, since I love her so completely myself, so intensely, so fully. I grasp nothing, know nothing, have nothing but her!' Kiri had once read out those words from one of her mother's old books, since the ability to read and write in English had always been important to his sister. At the time, Lo'ak had made fun of her, saying it was all a bunch of boring nonsense. Now, those words haunted him. Every day. And here he was now, acting in the worst of ways just to hold on to y/n for just a second longer, have every part of her until the was nothing left for anyone else to aspire to.

When he walked into the tent that night, y/n was sitting upright and wearing a large white T-shirt Lo'ak had stolen from the RDA supplies. Lo'ak was happy to see she was doing her best to eat some fruit, and the awkward smile she gave him made him understand she currently had her wits about her. "Moat came by... she said it will happen tomorrow... and she gave me... something to help with the pain. Medicine, I think. She told me... my mate will have to take me away. I can't stay here with the rest of the clan while it happens, it might be dangerous-"

Lo'ak shook his head, raising his hands as he tried not to laugh bitterly at the sadness of the situation. How could she talk about it so calmy?

"I don't want to know, okay?" He tried to say as calmly as he could, but she could hear the distaste in his mouth.

"If you can't even talk about it, then admit what I've known all along." Y/n managed to say in a weak voice. "Lo'ak, I see you... I see you... everything you're doing for me, because of me..."

Lo'ak's ears immediately turned down at the sound of the words he'd been waiting for y/n to say his entire life. His immediate instinct was to shut her out. Now that he wanted nothing more than to say those words back, he knew he was only going to make irreparable damage. He'd justified the fact they'd been having sex in secret because it wasn't uncommon for their people to do so, nor forbidden. The only problem of course was that he and y/n were painfully aware of being in love with someone who couldn't commit to them. They had chosen to live in the most blissful of lies until their time together was up.

Well, that time was now.

"Spend my heat with me." Y/n said, not even posing it as a question.

"I can't! How hasn't that gotten through to you yet?" He asked angrily, hating himself for the way she instinctively flinched at his words. Lo'ak got down on his knees, kneeling in front of her. "Ngaytxoa." He asked y/n for her forgiveness. "Oeya syulang, you deserve to be with someone who has shown enough strength and honor to be part of the people... If we'd only had more time, I... but you cannot face your heat alone, nor will I allow you to tie yourself to someone who is not worthy. Who may never be." Y/n had begun to cry at this point, and Lo'ak could feel that he'd been joining her soon. "An outcast. Someone like me."

Simply put, if Lo'ak had spent y/n's heat with her, got her pregnant, and then ended up dying on the Halleluja mountains on his second or third attempt at his Rite of passage, not to mention the unpredictableness of surviving the Dream Hunt as well, he would have committed the cruelest act of all: giving his mate false hope before leaving them behind forever, all for the sake of getting what he wanted.

"You are... impossible..." Y/n cried. "You say these words, therefore you must believe I deserve to be with someone I do not love when I have already chosen the man I belong to and he has chosen me... do you not understand that would kill me just as much as being alone would? I know you went through your rut alone, Lo'ak... I know you went through that pain and survived, Moat told me. I am willing to take that risk, and wait for you."

Lo'ak looked into her eyes then, and it seemed to y/n he was having a realization. Had she finally gotten through to him? She knew her chances of survival were slim, and she hadn't exactly prepared, but after finding out Lo'ak loved her as much as she did, he would sooner risk her life to be happy with him in the end than choose someone else.

Suddenly he was grabbing her face and kissing her, pulling away just as quickly. "I'll be back by morning... there's something... important I have to do." Lo'ak saw the look of distress on her face as he stood up. In many ways, I would have been their last night together, and he was leaving. "Trust me, syulang, I beg of you. Nga yawne lu oer."

"I love you, too."

And with that, he was gone from her sight.

As he climbed the path of vines and rocks leading to the banshee rookery, Lo'ak wondered if anyone had ever managed to reach the Halleluja mountains past the eclipse in the dead of night. If that person, whoever they may have been, had been so desperate to have made the attempt even though everyone around them had said they were not ready, because it was a question of life and death for them as much as it was for him. After the initial surprise of having made it to the top, he was immediately aware of a dozen pairs of yellow eyes blinking at him in the dark.

Lo'ak immediately whipped out the yìmkxa, swinging it around a little as he cautiously walked amongst the ikrans. "Didn't mean to spoil your beauty sleep..." He said, counting how many of them had already flown away at the sight of him. "There's just one of you I've come to settle the score with, some motherfucker who threw me off a cliff the other day-"

A very familiar hiss came from out of nowhere and Lo'ak now knew he was looking back at his banshee. "Long time no see bro, I sure hope I didn't ruin any late-night plans." The ikran lunged at him but Lo'ak knew exactly what to do this time, and moved without hesitancy, muzzling the creature's mouth with the yìmkxa. "Me? Oh you know, my girl is going through the worst experience of her life--- shit, stop that, man--- where was I? Oh right, I'm supposed to be back home with her, yet I'm out here, dancing around with you. Bet you can't wait to get inside this head, huh? Hope you enjoy all the angst, you mother-"

With a final struggle and a minor chunk taken out of his leg, Lo'ak was able to make the connection. The ikran, his ikran, immediately calmed down and let out a pained sound, that Lo'ak recognized as being directed at him.

"Yeah, well... no worries bro." He sighed from exhaustion and patted the banshee's neck. "Now let's get out of here, I don't have all goddammed night."

By the early hours of the morning, Lo'ak had returned aching from the fight with the ikran and still disoriented from the self-induced high he'd given himself with whatever concoctions he'd found in his grandmother's hut to make himself find his spirit animal. No matter what anybody said, he'd completed his rite of passage and now he was going to tell y/n they could be together. Y/n however, was not where he'd left her. Moat found him soon after, and after reprimanding him for stealing her supplies and acting so recklessly, she told him y/n's parents had chosen Tholothian to be her mate and they had left not even an hour prior to Lo'ak's arrival. The Na'vi, much to his grandmother's protests, immediately set off to find them.

With the sunlight by his side and the ability to fly over the forest, it didn't take long for Lo'ak to recognize Tho'lo's ikran resting on top of a branch and its rider wandering the forest below.

"I thought I told you to stay away from her." Lo'ak snarled, quickly dismounting from his ikran.

"Stay out of this, Sully. The fact that you did the bare minimum this time, doesn't get you a prize." Tho'lo took a threatening stance against him. Lo'ak immediately noticed his bow and dagger were missing, and that he had a large cut across his chest. "Y/n was left in my care and responsibility-"

"She attacked you." Lo'ak accused Tho'lo, charging at him with everything he had the very next second. "What did you do?" He roared with a murderous look in his eyes as he held his knife to his rival's throat. "What could you have possibly done to her to leave you stranded out here, huh?"

"What I have done? What have you done, Lo'ak?" Tho'lo accused him back, sounding all too calm for Lo'ak's liking. "She has clearly chosen you, I see that now. I had known you two were close, but I never thought it went beyond you recklessly amusing yourself with her. I never would have accepted her parents' decision if I had known-"

"The why. the fuck. did she attack you?" Lo'ak growled, actively losing his patience by the second.

"Because she's in a heat, you moron. She won't be with anyone who isn't you now that the two of you have clearly done everything except maybe name your future children...I just wish someone had warned me, so I wouldn't have to be here right now!" Lo'ak stepped back from Tho'lo then, realizing he had just been assuming the worst of someone who was meant to be his brother-in-arms. "She attacked me not two minutes after we were in flight. I thought she was going to kill my ikran so I got us all down to the ground. She escaped of course, but I still couldn't leave her out here... "

Lo'ak nodded, ashamed of all the grief his actions had caused. But he didn't even have time to dwell on it, or make things right with Tho'lo, because y/n was still out there, scared and alone.

"I'm sorry, brother-"

"I'll forgive you when you find her and bring her home in one piece." Tho'lo cut him off, calling his ikran and mounting it. "And I know you threatened others just as easily as you have just accused me. That's what separates you from the rest of the people, Sully. You reek of anger and distrust, toward yourself and others. You are selfish, just like the rest of the sky people. Whatever y/n sees in you... must be the true reason why I'm still willing to call you brother."

After a few minutes of frantic wandering, Lo'ak picked up y/n's scent and it didn't take him long to track her down. She'd hidden herself in a small cave behind the waterfall, a place they'd both discovered once when they were out hunting. The closer he got, the more overpowering the influence of her sweet pheromones became. As he climbed his way up to the cave, mindful of the water cascading above him, he knew she could sense his presence too because she began to call out his name. Lo'ak could hear the strain in her voice and ended up cutting his hands and feet several times on the rocks as he made his reckless endeavor all the way to the safe haven she'd chosen.

He looked up to see her looking down at him, and he made one last stupidly dangerous jump to get her away from the edge. "Where were you? You told me to wait, I waited for you but- you are hurt!" Y/n reached for him, she was shuddering violently and unable to keep herself from crying. Lo'ak knew exactly what kind of pain she was going through, and he had to dissuade her from fretting over his wounds.

"I know, I'm sorry Oeya syulang, I'm right here now. I'm with you..." Lo'ak kissed y/n, making quick work of getting rid of whatever fabric was left to separate them. He let out a guttural sound at the copious amount of slick that gushed out of y/n simply from his touch. "Lo'ak, it hurts..." Y/n begged him, holding onto Lo'ak so tight he was pretty sure she was going to end up rearranging his bones.

"I know baby, you're burning up..." He kissed her neck, feeling how scolding her skin was as she lowered herself onto his cock, taking him all the way with a desperate moan of relief. Y/n seized up around him and coated him with a second wave of slick, high on the feeling of finally having her mate buried deep inside of her. "Fuck--you really needed me bad, didn't you baby?" Lo'ak groaned, unable to even comprehend what was happening around him anymore. Y/n's cunt was impossibly tight and warm, and she was making a complete mess on his lap.

His mate nodded and began to ride him in earnest, her stamina never breaking for a second. Lo'ak was so in awe, he could barely keep up with her. Their moans and whines echoed off the walls of the cave, and Lo'ak knew y/n was desperate to get knotted. "You need to... relax syulang." He kissed her face when she began to whine in frustration. "Might have to fuck you a few more times before your body is ready for me, sweet thing..."

"But I want--" Y/n was beginning to sound completely unintelligible, but she never once stopped grinding down on Lo'ak, challenging herself to take in deeper and deeper every time. "Such a good girl, look at that..." Lo'ak praised her, earning a deep purr which he happily returned. "Gonna make you a proper nest... so my baby can be nice and comfortable while I mount her later, how does that sound?"

Y/n curled up against his chest at the idea, kissing him deeply and coming on his cock for the fourth time since they'd started (yes, he was keeping count), and without much warning Lo'ak began to feel the his knot forming inside of her. She gasped and began to frantically fuck herself back against it, giddy on the pleasure the foreign experience was giving her. Lo'ak gave a a few more harsh thrusts, until his knot finally popped deep inside y/n's walls, binding them together. "Fuck, baby you can't keep moving anymore..." He groaned, blissed out and slightly amused by y/n's attempts to bounce up on his knot while she was stuck on top of him.

Y/n wasn't particularly shy about being loud, but the sounds she made when Lo'ak finally began to breed her made him want to fuck her all over again right at that moment. "It's... it's so much..." She sobbed, overwhelmed by the constant stream of warm cum that was now pouring into her. Lo'ak wrapped his arm around her and made a second connection between them, bringing their cues together. Immediately he could feel how close she was to climaxing again, and he reched down between them to rub her small bundle of nerves while she was still split on his shaft. "Going to cum on my knot, baby...? You're been such a sweet girl, taking everything I have to give you... once I'm done breeding you, your belly's going to be so pretty and full---"

Y/n gave out another high pitched whine and came thanks to Lo'ak's expert fingers. He managed to lull her to sleep after that, while they were still tied together and in the process of mating. Lo'ak found his sleep to be rather light, keeping an eye open for his vulnerable mate and growling menacingly at any noise he heard coming from outside.

When his knot died down he left y/n to get some much needed rest and set out to get everything they needed to stay in the cave for the rest of the week. He knew that his scent was more than enough to let anyone and anything to stay the fuck away from the cave, and that y/n would have been safe. Even though he'd returned with food supplies and other creature comforts to make a worthy nest, y/n was not too forgiving of his absence and jumped his bones the second he came back. After she'd deemed herself sated, they made their nest together, but it was hard to do anything without eventually getting distracted.

Y/n's belly was beginning to stretch out a little already from their activities and Lo'ak was completely mesmerised by the sight of his cum slipping out of her. So much so he could help but hold her down and get a taste. "Lo'ak... w-want your knot again..." she mewled, tugging fiercely at his braids while he drank down the sickly sweet taste of her slick.

"Oeya syulang, I haven't eaten all day, you can't blame me for wanting a taste... " Lo'ak growled softly before sinking his teeth in the scent gland on her left inner thigh, making her cry out. He soothed the wound with his tongue, lapping up her blood. "Now, you're going to have to behave for me a little, or I'm going to eat you out until you're a sobbing mess... understood?"

Y/n was a lot more partial to taking a break to eat and drink something after that. Lo'ak was not surprised when she feel asleep again, and he curled up around her on the makeshift bed they'd made, holding her close to his chest. He immediately woke up when she began to cry next to him a few hours later, not even thinking twice about mounting her from behind as her kissed her shoulders and reassured her everything was alright.

Y/n was the one to link their queues this time, moaning softly as he began to move. "Still hurts if I'm not inside you, baby?" Lo'ak asked, genuinely worried that the heat was still painful even though y/n was no longer facing it alone. Y/n shook her head and tried to find the right words to express what she was feeling, Lo'ak kissed her temple reassuringly, stroking her tail to soothe her. "J-just now... I think... I think I'm ready..." It took a little while for Lo'ak to understand, but then he felt it through their bond. Y/n was at the peak of her heat, and his next load was sure to get her pregnant. "You're happy..." she said, Lo'ak still forgetting that she could probably feel his heart soaring at that moment.

"Yeah..." He laughed, a little choked up. "Course I'm happy... so fucking happy" Lo'ak placed a hand on y/n's lower belly, firmly holding her there as he picked up his pace, pounding into her deeper and deeper. Y/n bared her neck to him then, submitting and asking him to mark her as his own. "Nga yawne lu oer..." He whispered before sinking his teeth into her scent gland, tasting the blood and sweetness there. Y/n cried out his name, feeling their bond deepen even more and the desperate need to mark Lo'ak just the same.

Both of them felt the exact moment when life began to blossom between the two of them when they were lying in each other's arms some moments afterwards. They were holding each other close and tending to the deep marks they'd left on each other's bodies. Lo'ak spent the rest of the night whispering promises and soft nothings to y/n, and she quelled all his anxieties about his wrongdoings or the fact that his child might have inherited his human features.

After all, she'd never cared for the right profile anyway.

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hitomisuzuya · 1 year

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Happy Valentine’s Day! I hope yours was better than mine. Break ups SUCK

Can I request nsfw with Dottore, pantalone and Childe with fem!sub reader?With degrading, manhandling, aphrodisiac usage, brat taming, choking, and just in general anything rlly mean n rough. Like, Scaramouche, you betrayed the fatui, you thought you’d be safe in ur hiding spot but then they found you. And thought u a lesson. If you can’t remain loyal to the Tsaritsa, there’s one thing ur good for, being there cocksleeve! But this time, you physically cannot escape

a/n: I'll be frank, I bumped your request ahead of the ones I have left in my inbox when I saw it. (Sorry everyone, I feel a little bad but I will do this every single time if it means I can cheer someone up after a breakup.) Break ups do suck so much. Especially if it happened on Valentine's Day😔 I hope this makes you feel better. I went all out for you. Please feel better.

Dottore x fem! reader Childe x fem! reader Pantalone x fem! reader. Smut. Sub!reader. Use of an aphrodisiac on Dottore's part. Degradation in all parts. Brat taming and choking in Pantalone's part. I didn't hold myself back while I wrote this. I apologize if made anyone uncomfortable.

Dottore couldn't help but reflect on how foolish you were. You'd left the house you were hiding in after betraying the Fatui, obviously having let your guard down because the door was unlocked.

You may as well have set yourself up by leaving a half filled glass of water on the table. The aphrodisiac he poured into your drink was tasteless and odorless. Dottore had purposely made it that way. You would have no idea it was mixed in with the water.

Sloshing the water gently so as not spill it, he retreated in your room to lay in wait. You would no doubt be back anytime now, not wanting to stay out too long.

You sighed heavily when you closed the door behind. You could add one more day to not getting caught. Or so you thought as you gulped down the rest of the water. After awhile, however, you started to feel lightheaded, your cheeks felt flushed, your heartbeat was beginning to speed up. You thought for a moment that you might be getting sick, but you could feel yourself suddenly getting wet.

"Ah, it's finally starting to take affect," Dottore said, revealing himself when he opened the door. The look of horror on your face was chef's kiss exquisite to him.

"W..what have you done..?" You slurred slightly.

"Don't act so surprised, slut. Everyone in the Fatui knew we fucked more a few times. Her Highness knew exactly who to send to find you," Dottore replied. Grabbing your arm, he yanked you up out of the chair. "Don't kid yourself, we both know you loved every single second of it."

"What are you going to do me?" You don't know why you asked him that. He wasn't lying. You were already instantly compliant as he held you firmly against him.

Grabbing a handful of your hair, Dottore forced you to look up at him. "Her Majesty demands loyalty. Until you realize that, the only thing you are good for is serving as my cum slut."

Unbuttoning your pants, Dottore pushed your damp panties aside, he pressed his thumb against your clit, slowly rubbing it. Your moan was loud. Your hips jerked up against his hand. The aphrodisiac was already making you feel sensitive, so much that it made you dizzy.

Dottore laughed at how pathetic you sounded. "Hmm, judging by how wet you are, it seems like you want me to drag you back to beg for forgiveness in front of The Tsaritsa," he plunged his fingers inside of your needy cunt. His pace was brief, but ruthless, going just long enough for your moans to make him even harder.

You yelped when he tore your clothes to absolute shreds before stripping himself. Throwing you down on the bed, he flipped you over, pumping his hand on his cock before he thrust himself inside of you, immediately bottoming out.

You barely had time to tightly grip the sheets before he starting pounding into you. The way he was gripping your hips was guaranteed to leave bruises. Unfortunately (or was it?), you didn't last long under the spell of the aphrodisiac.

A scream of pleasure tore from your throat, your release flooding onto his cock. His pace didn't relent. Grabbing your hair again, he yanked your head back, leaning in to say in your ear, "You were going to serve your purpose either way, regardless if you can quietly back to the Fatui. Now scream for me, you dumb slut."

(First time writing Pantalone so please bear with me a little.)

It had been easy to track you down. Pantalone had many connections being that he was the wealthiest of the Harbingers. All it took was a little Mora for someone to sing like a canary that they knew where you were hiding. You really shouldn't have been so trusting.

That was how you'd landed in the situation you were currently in, happily sucking on Pantalone's fingers as he pumped them in and out of your mouth. His other hand was on your hip, holding you place in his lap, ordering you not to move until he decided you could.

It was hard for you not to though, especially since his cock was buried to the hilt inside of you, and you craved at least a little friction. In a moment of brief defiance, you bit his fingers, trying to move.

His smile never left his face. He seemed completely unruffled by your bratty behavior. However, his degradation was harsh. "You know, I just may keep you for myself after The Tsaritsa grants you leniency. I practically bought you like a whore," he said, "You being my cock sleeve serves me much better than you going back out on the front lines."

Your breasts bounced as Pantalone began to thrust roughly inside of you. "You usually sub so well for me, you don't have be a such a brat this time. I'm going to enjoy taming you."

He wrapped a hand around your throat, squeezing, his cock hitting your sweet spot at a dizzying pace. Your screams of pleasure died in your throat as your oxygen supply began to dwindle, making your lungs burn. He only let go just a little to hear you cry out as you orgasmed. "That's right, my pretty whore. Fall apart for me like the sub that you are."

"You sound so pretty choking on my cock, girlie. It excites me," Childe said, looking coldly down at you, transfixed as saliva mixed with his precum pooled from the corners of your mouth.

With how eagerly you were sucking him off, Childe thought you wanted to be caught just so you wrap your lips around his cock. He smacked your hand back down onto his hip when you reached down to try and rub your clit. Pulling back because you needed air, you gazed up at him desperately.

"Please, Childe. Will you fuck me now? I'm behaving aren't I?"

Childe's tone was between a laugh and a scoff. "Did I tell you could stop sucking, slut? He snapped, pushing your mouth back down onto his cock, "and do you really think I would let you get yourself off? You are dumber than I thought. But what did I expect, you were always such a slut for me."

He thrust into your mouth, groaning when your throat spasmed on his cock when you coughed. "It didn't take long to suss out your hiding place either. You practically left a trail of breadcrumbs for me after you left."

You gurgled in pleasure when you heard his harsh words, making Childe burying his fingers firmly into your hair. "You'll wait until I am good and ready to use you however I please."

When he cummed in your mouth, he ordered you not waste a drop as you swallowed. You happily obliged him. He'd been your only sex partner in the Fatui. You only wanted to please him.

#genshin impact #genshin smut #childe #dottore #pantalone #childe smut #dottore smut #pantalone smut #fem!reader #sub female reader #childe x reader #pantalone x reader #dottore x reader

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schrodinger-swriter · 2 months

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Can you do D, G, K, U & V for Charlie?

D, G, K, U, and V for Charlie

Fitting to ask do a Valentine's today! Perhaps if I'm feeling up to it later today I may do a short list of characters and make a large post of how each character would do Valentine's... oh but that's so many characters... hmm.. I may just do the more popular ones!

I hope you enjoy Anon! C:

DATES:

She loves going out and doing something! A park, a carnival, a movie! As long as you're with her and having a good time she's going to love it! Don't want to go out? She's down with making a fort and watching movies with you in it! Snuggling under a blanket with her partner is enough.

GIFT GIVING:

She gives you a lot of gifts, some of them a material and others not. She makes you unique songs, singing them to you in person. Though... I suppose it is something physical if she decides to record it for you. Alongside that, she gets you just about anything she sees that reminds her of you.

Charlie will happily accept nearly anything you give her, and she's going to be thanking you throughout the day for thinking about her.. it makes her feel mushy inside, you might see her eyes tear up in joy.

KISSES:

She loves giving cheek kisses, she views them as sweeter than ones given on the lips. She still kisses you on the mouth, of course! She's just more likely to go for the cheek!

She wants you to pepper her entire face his kisses, she doesn't have any spot in particular she wants kissed more than others.

UPSET:

She can read you... fairly well. Sometimes your feelings can go right over her head, especially if you're fairly good at hiding them. Though as soon as she realizes something is amiss she's going to prod to find out what's wrong. She's still... learning to respect boundaries with this sort of thing, she just wants to make sure everyone is happy and thriving. Please communicate with her so she can do what she needs to do! She might start overthinking if you shut her and everyone out! She does little things around the house... well the hotel.. for you so you have less on your plate, as well as preparing an evening activity she knows you enjoy!

VALENTINE:

She makes you a CD mixtape of the songs she's made for you. The casing for it is decorated to suit your style. Of course, along with hearts. This ties back in with G, naturally. She would be sure to give you all kinds of sweets as well. Oh.. she would totally give you one of those giant stuffed animals.. She's a sucker for the Valentine's stereotypes, being satisfied with being treated to gifts and the standard romantic gestures.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin x reader #hazbin imagine #hazbin x you #charlie morningstar x you #charlie x you #charlie x reader #charlie imagine

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rzyraffek · 1 year

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HI! Can you write headcanons with yandere Harry Warden with a significant other (the reader) who is also a yandere?? Like they're both so obsessed with each other and yeah!! You can use any pronouns, I prefer they/them and she/her mostly tho! also I hope you're having a good night/day

Omg yasss, goodday to you to anon, will use they/them pronouns! Request open! Tw:stalking but mostly chill

Yandere Harry with Yandere s/o

I think harry is more into "youre mine, you gonna sit here looking pretty doing youre stuff while imma commit mass murder on poeple that looked at you today cya<3" while s/o is more like "love me, notice me ect ect"

Imagine this funny scenario: s/o stalking harry while harry stalks her. They both will be so confused, like "why is he just standing there?? Im sure Hes waiting for some hoe" while he is like "??? Why are they just sitting there?? Im sure their waiting for some dude? Pf next one to kill"

They will become couple when Harry gives her Valentine, he meant to send it as a threat so they wont be with any other person but she was kinda into it? Someyhing like: omg😳so he does love me🥰 i need to tell him!

He will be very suprised to just see them wandering in mines, at first hes like 😈its morbin time, imma kindap her🥰 but when they hug him and say stuff like "omg I love you too dummy omg lets move out together!!" He will not only freeze but He will also fall in love even more!

Hes very happy! He was ready to kindnap s/o and force them to love him, but they love him back!!! Yay

He likes when they get jelous especially if they are yandere aswell! You guys dont need anyone else to be happy and you both arent getting into many arguments :D

They give off very funny vibe "lets go out together! So eveyone will know that we are in love and to make everyone else jelous!" While his like "I commited 6 fellonies today also no, because im scared"

"Call me msWarden cuz youre the only man i'll ever need😎" *harry explodes*

Harry needs love, and he is very needy, every attencion they give him is soo gooood and he remembers every time they told him something good

They are power couple, u mess with one of them? Get ready for stalking, doxing, maybe blackmailing, death of close person and ur death later

Harry is a boomer he doenst understand memes

#harry warden x reader #harry warden #slasher x reader #slasher headcanons #yandere slashers #yandere slasher x reader #yandere

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bl4nk-pag3 · 1 year

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— White.

synopsis: You, who swore would never humiliate yourself like that for a guy, proceeds to do exactly that.

pairing: ricky × gn!reader

warnings: its a little angsty at first, not exactly fluffy, the reader is not feeling loved. gunwook is their friend. open but hopeful ending!

word count: 1.5k

a/u: I don't have a song this time, but I imagine ricky as a white cat way too much and this is inspired by that. Feedback is appreciated!

It was white day.

Not that it matters, nobody got you nothing on Valentines day, you didn't had this type of connections with people.

Obviously, your friend joked about giving you chocolate if his valentine didn't accept (he was a sweetheart like that), but fate be made, the valentine accepted, and now you have to see a smiley Gunwook kicking his feet at the cute card named to him by, apparently, Junhyeon.

You didn't exactly known junhyeon, but everyone kinda knows junhyeon, so it wasn't that strange that Gunwook would fall for him, but him reciprocate? It was kinda cute, see your best friend happy always made you happy anyways, even if you are indeed a lonely soul in school.

— Sorry... I got a little carried away. — The huge and bright smile on Gunwook's face was almost blinding, causing a huge contrast between the large and imposing figure despite being adorable, and you, who looked more like a bag of sadness than a human being, and it was obvious that the tall boy would notice, blinking his round bright eyes in his direction, making you feel even worse than before. - Are you okay?

That question could be an insignificant from anyone, but for some reason when it was Gunwook, you already felt the urge to cry completely invade you in an overwhelming way, because that was the truth, he really cared, and it made you sad not knowing what to say to him. Pulling a paper from inside your book, making origami had already become an inevitable habit to control anxiety, a small hobby from when you was a child that ended up lasting until now, with each fold it was as if it slowly became easier to deal with the whole environment.

— I don't know... There's no reason for me to be sad, right? I wasn't denied or anything — That was true, you had never come out so you hadn't had any disappointments during Valentine's Day, but now you questioned whether it was a good decision as it felt even worse dealing with the weight to be truly alone.

— You should give something to Ri- —The sharp edge to Gunwook's speech came in the form of your hand firmly pressed against the Korean's full lips, widening your eyes in pure panic as you looked around to make sure no one had heard him just saying your crush's name like it was the dumbest thing in the world.

— Have you finally lost your mind?

Ricky was a difficult topic, complex to talk about so vaguely. To say that he was popular was almost to diminish the relevance that the chinese boy had in the school, you would never dare compare him to any other popular person in that school, he looked much more like a prince walking among commoners than just someone charismatic who was a class leader like Gunwook. He was handsome, smart, silent and graceful in everything he did, it was impossible not to fall in love with him and you were no exception, but you weren't a person who deserved any attention from the other either, which again left you feeling a bit downcast.

— How would I give him anything? What does he not have? Only on Valentine's Day did I see chocolates and more chocolates fall out of his cabinet... The door wouldn't even close anymore! — The words rushed out of your mouth and you wondered if Gunwook was keeping up, but it was just the only way you could talk about Quanrui without completely freaking out and slamming your head against the wooden table. Muttering low and putting your face in your hands, you really didn't know what to do, but now that Gunwook had already put such an idea in your head, it was inevitable for your brain to go through several scenarios where you declared yourself and were completely humiliated.

— You could give him this flower... I really like your origami, maybe he does too!

Gunwook was literally like a beautiful fairy full of flowers and sparkles around him as he talked so romantically about proposing to the most desired boy in school, while you at most looked like a shrunken, disheveled ugly goblin trying to believe you might have a chance with the handsome prince. You felt pathetic looking at the paper flower in your hands. Quanrui was the greatest example of money there was, why would he accept that piece of garbage?

— I think I'm going to pass getting humiliated today... I'll go ahead to the club — You didn't feel so comfortable in that noisy and busy room anymore, and the idea of ending up somehow ruining the amazing day Gunwook was having just for be unloved was giving you a headache.

Packing your things into your bag, you smiled at Gunwook, shifting your gaze for a moment to the flower on top of your desk, deciding at the last moment with a glimmer of hope that your romantic side hadn't yet been crushed by bad feelings, only to take into account your best friend's worried look in your direction, with no intention of actually delivering it to its intended recipient.

And even with all those thoughts pretty much settled in your mind as you left the room in a bit of a hurry and just slowed down the halls, your feet took you almost automatically to the cabinets where you'd first noticed Ricky a few months earlier.

He was beautiful that day, but it was hard to find a day when he wasn't. However, what was different was that he looked out of place, with a large, dark sweatshirt covering his entire body, with the hood pulled so far forward that it was difficult to even see the blond strands that were so distinctive on him. Obviously you had already heard about the Chinese boy who was a prodigy and above all he was extremely handsome, but seeing him like that trying to hide from the almost empty corridor made you forget for a second who he was, genuinely caring for him as a person, and it was exactly at that moment that you decided to talk to him, in an audacity that you had never shown to anyone, just trying to know if the boy was okay and receiving a nod in response.

Such a stupidly simple encounter made you so in love with him, who would have thought.

Now you could notice the strange coincidence that your lockers were really so close to each other, subtly touching your nameplate and sliding just two to the side to find his, "Shen Quanrui", very imposing, really suited him and every appearance it carried. With a smile on your lips, it was almost strange not to see any gifts overflowing through the bars outside the cabinet, but maybe the girls were really waiting for him to answer someone, not desperate to get a chance. Deciding to let the side that listened to Gunwook speak louder inside you, you took the paper flower to the locker openings, placing it inside until the end of the stem, but keeping the flower itself outside with a proud smile in the face.

And would you really have left it at that, resigning yourself to your platonic crush going anonymous forever and maybe one day eventually getting over what never would happen... If it weren't for the chill that went down your spine a few seconds after your silent statement, causing you to spin on your heels and find yourself face to face with a confused Ricky, looking at you only to then stare at the flower hanging in his locker.

— Hm? Y/n...? — It was almost a sin to hear your name come out of such a calm and melodious voice in such an awkward situation, even more so with Ricky's eyes shining in complete expectation trying to understand probably why you were there when he hadn't declared himself at any moment in Valentine's day, or how you had the courage to be humiliating yourself in such a way when no one else had done it... The possibilities were many, and all of them painful making you want to disappear into your own clothes.

— Hi, Ricky... — The awkward silence stretched after that, with your eyes wandering to your feet that restlessly rocked in place, but curiosity soon made you look at Quanrui noticing that he was also moving the box of sweets in his hand, as if he couldn't think of a way to say anything. Feeling your stomach sink at the thought that you were somehow preventing him from proposing, you didn't know if you wanted to cry or throw up with despair, but both options seemed reasonable. — I'm sorry, I must be disturbing you...

— No! — The tall boy’s hand were warmer than you would have guessed, curling completely around your wrist as if he was afraid you would run away again, which made you look at Ricky confused, trying to understand what that meant until he cautiously stretched out the box in his hand towards you. — Sorry it took so long...

#zb1 imagines #zerobaseone imagines #ricky imagines #zb1 #zb1 fluffy

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soursvgar · 1 year

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Valentine's Day ~ ♡

pov: it's valentine's day and you want your demon bae to do something special for you. You end up finding out everybody have their own unique way to express love ^^

Demon brothers x gender neutral reader (not proofread cause i barely had time to write this sorry ;u;)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

ෆ ━ Lucifer ━ ෆ

Lucifer forgot about it. Truth is, no one expected him to remember, not even you. With how much he has on his plate, you haven't expected a thing, but deep inside, you had hoped to wake up to even the smallest of gestures. Maybe a teddy bear holding a hand written card with words only Lucifer could muse waiting at the threshold of your door, or a bouquet of red roses tightly knit with a matching ribbon, hell, even just a 'happy Valentine's Day' text would suffice. And so - waking up to absolutely nothing, was just a tad bit disappointing, causing your day to begin with a frown.

"Good morning, dear." Lucifer greets as you head down to breakfast, it was his turn to arrange it and to everyone's surprise, he, for once, did not pass the responsibility onto someone else. A sheen of optimism appears in your eyes when you spot him serving food onto the plates, longing for any sort of acknowledgment, but it disappears just as fast when the realization seems to have not hit him yet. "Morning..." You mutter, shoulders slumped as you sit down at the table, Lucifer's siblings quickly appear, rushing towards it as well.

The rest of the day continues just like any other, but the feeling of frustration doesn't leave you. Mentally preparing yourself for a possible argument, you decide to enter Lucifer's office and give him a piece of your mind. However, as you part the door open ━ without any prior knocking, if you may ━ you fail to recognize the interior. The regular desk and chair are missing, and instead, the floor is covered in petals with a picnic cloth spread in the middle of the room, on top of it lays a variety of devildom- and human world delicacies.

"Right on time." Lucifer turns to you with a smirk, sprawled on the mat underneath him. "You must have thought I've forgotten, hm? Didn't you?" Gesturing you to join him, the pleased smile can't be wiped off his face. Perhaps you have misjudged Lucifer's constant need to get on your nerves, as a way of showing love, of course.

"Happy valentine's day, darling."

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ෆ ━ Mammon ━ ෆ

Since it's your first Valentine's Day together, everything has to be foolproof━ if it isn't perfect, it's unacceptable. Mammon is acting slick and composed, but inside he's truly losing it, anxiey chewing away at him. What if his presents are not up to your standards? What if something goes wrong? What if you're allergic to the flowers he brought from the human world? What if━

"Happy Valentine's Day!" You cut his train of thoughts, nudging a heart shaped box onto his lap. Mammon panics, puzzled as to what you are doing home so early and why you are giving him a present, when he's assured that role is assigned to him. "What is that?!" He nearly shouts, causing you to tilt your head in confusion. "It's my gift for you! I wasn't sure what to get, so I made these chocolates as a token of my appreciation." You fidget with the collar of your shirt as you explain. Is he unhappy about it?

"I mean- why are ya giving me a present? A-Are we valentines or something? Psh..." Mammon clears his throat, clutching onto the box in his lap. "Y-You didn't even ask me to be your valentine, or anything... So, what are ya doing giving me presents, huh?" He looks away, muttering the words with a quiet voice.

"Will you be my valentine, then?" You smile sweetly, in a way that makes Mammon feel like his heart is about to burst out of his chest. He wasn't sure what he had expected you to do when he said that, but he definitely did not foresee such a direct, heartthrobing response. "Took ya long enough..." He spouts nonchalantly, but his heated cheeks frame his true feelings right away, making you chuckle at his adorable reaction, and earn a glare from him while you do.

"I have one more present." You declare, the demon slowly losing all hopes to impress you, but at this point he is plainly going along with it, giving into being spoiled by his loved one. Your next move catches him off guard as you lean in to press your lips against his, playfully pulling away right when he melts into your kiss. "Well, what about you? Did you get me anything?" You inquire mischievously, his hand already positioned in a way to pull you back to him.

Mammon smirks, it's finally his turn to play.

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ෆ ━ Leviathan ━ ෆ

Oh no━ it's valentine's day. Leviathan is clueless about what he should do, he wants to give you the world, he really does, but how to do it in an appropriate way? His mind is suddenly blank. How come his collection of shoujo anime and manga never prepared him for this day? Perhaps he should've tuned in on the latest romance series? Or maybe he should purchase some otome games━ that's it, he's good with games! What if he just treats this as a game? Oh- well, now, that's easy. It's all coming together.

"I got it!" Leviathan cheers, and then rushes to shush himself as his best ideas strike him at the dead of the night. He quickly gets to work, receiving a couple of questionable stares from a moonstruck Belphegor on his way to grab his in between naps meal, while he frantically snips papers. It is way past sunrise when he finally finishes his craft, but the result is better than he expected - it's too bad that his drowsy self ends up sleeping almost the entire day away, completely forgetting to alert you about his gift.

"There are still two hours left for Valentine's Day, I can still make it." He encourages himself after a light panic attack, and makes a mental note to start earlier on his gift for next year. Marching to your room, he shakes awake your sleepy frame, practically yelling out in desperation. "I am SO sorry!! I swear I didn't forget- I just had a late realization, and well- maybe I did forget, for a moment! But I remembered before it really was va- oh god, please just follow me to my room? It will be a lot easier to just show you." He breathes out after his rant, tugging at your shirt as you only nod in return, unsure of what to make of this jumble of words.

However, once you enter his room you begin to understand, looking around in awe at the completely different setting. "Wow... did you do all that?" You gasp, realizing the amount of work he must have put into it knocked him cold until a few moments ago. "Yes! Well, I was trying to think what to gift you for Valentine's Day, and I figured that if this was a game it would've been so much easier- so... I just turned... us, into a game. Pretty neat, right?" Excited, Levi hands you a couple of cardboard cutouts. "So this is the love meter, if you pick the right choices, the love meter goes up and you can reach the happy ending." You speculate the refined design, still dazzled at the vast effort your boyfriend had put into his gift. "What happens at the happy ending?"

"Well, why don't you start the game and see for yourself?"

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ෆ ━ Satan ━ ෆ

Valentine's Day is a little confusing for Satan. Sure, he explored all about grand romantic gestures through his novels, but is he able to draw out his feelings onto a piece of paper, or share them through one of the many traditional holiday symbols? Teddies and flowers feel slightly underwhelming for him, but also, his creative ideas seem to be in a bit of a drought when it comes to romance.

"I just need some inspiration... anything." He mumbles, flipping through the pages of his recent hard cover purchases, however, he soon comes to the cruel realization that romance, like many other social interactions, isn't something that can be taught by books. He's been trying his best to crack his brain for the past hours, but his efforts are fruitless ━ Satan is unable to analyze love in a logical perspective, despite the fact it's only a chemical reaction in the brain. Or is it?

"Satan?" As you enter your room, you blink at the figure sitting on your bed, appearing deep in thought. You snap him out of his daze, drawing his attention to you and away from his brooding. Then and there, it finally dawned on him. Love isn't merely a biological response, but the corners of his mouth lifting to form a smile when he's faced with the person who alters his brain in that specific way. Love isn't tangible as poets make it seem when they scribble down words onto the literature he consumes, but rather an abstract concept that changes from person to person - and Satan might have just figured out his own version of it, when your eyes meet his own.

"Happy Valentine’s Day." He stands up, hand gliding across your cheek with his gaze telling you everything he's incapable to vocally express. "I didn't get you anything because I wasn't sure how to convey emotions with an inanimate object... I'm sorry." Sincerely, he apologizes, yet, you can't help but appreciate his sheer honesty, putting your conversation to a whole different tone. "But I'm more than willing to spend the rest of the day with you and explore different ways to portray them for you."

And maybe, that was all you really needed.

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ෆ ━ Asmodeus ━ ෆ

Asmodeus loves love, and as someone who loves love, he especially loves Valentine’s Day. Not like he needs a reason to spoil you or show off his feelings for you through gifts or any special celebrations, but it's the one day where he feels like its legitimate to go all out and express his deep gratitude for his one true love, his biggest supporter, and most loyal companion - you.

The overwhelming scent of roses is what compels you to open your eyes, and when you do, you are baffled to wake up in an alternate bedroom. Your sheets are replaced with satin and a path made of petals is placed to mark your way out, and into a bed of what seems to be dozens upon dozens of bright red roses. You think you see the end of it, but oh, you have only just begun.

"Happy Valentine’s Day!!!" Asmodeus cheers, waiting outside your door with several boxes of chocolate, and a couple more presents. As you step out, you are greeted with even more decorations, hearts hanging from every corner of the hallway and flowers tucked into every cranny. Internally, you sigh; the amount of pollination in the house could probably incapacitate a hive. With that said, it's the youthful glee radiating from your demon's face, on the one day where he can be his own, authentic, cheer spreading self. And isn't that what the holiday is all about?

"Happy Valentine’s Day, baby." You smile lovingly, his excitement being incredibly endearing that you can't help but to tenderly stroke his face. Taking your free hand in his, he passionately spread out your itinerary for the day with everything he has planned for the both of you, the tips of your fingers part through his soft locks while he elaborates out on your schedule.

Perhaps he's a bit theatrical, and his flair for the dramatics isn't exactly what you are used to on this type of days, but you can't deny that this is exactly what's so fun and enticing about him, and you couldn't be happier with what the two of you have.

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ෆ ━ Beelzebub ━ ෆ

Beel is no foreign to the concept of emotions, nor to the concept of love. He feels loved when his older siblings pick up his favorite dishes for him when they return from trips to the human world, and he feels loved when his twin brother makes an effort to drag himself out of bed and join his workout routine just to spend a little more time in his presence. However, when he's with you, love takes an entirely different form.

He's unsure of what to make of it, though. Does he love you because you make sure he's well fed? Or is it the intention behind it? Maybe it's not even that, but rather the fact that with you, he suddenly feels━ frail? You always had a habit to draw the confessions out of him, making him feel safe and cared for while he addresses his problems and concerns. You also supply the best fragments of advice, ones that put him in the right direction but still urge him to think for himself. It's almost as if you complete these areas in which he lacks in.

"I have something important to tell you." Beel confronts you, his face reflects a serious array. "Yes? What is it?" You arch an eyebrow, puzzled at his sudden declaration. He chews out on his bottom lip, struggling with putting his thoughts onto verbal statements. "You need to tell me what makes you happy, so I can make you feel as warm as you make me feel." He watches you with a straight face, but you respond with a soft chuckle at his bold, captivating proclamation. Placing a hand on his shoulder, you massage it lightly, trying to contain yourself from cooing at his cuteness.

"Beel, you make me happy by just being you." You state, laughing at his obvious sigh of relief. "Well, can I at least take you out for dinner? I know food always makes me feel good, so it might work for you as well."

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ෆ ━ Belphegor ━ ෆ

Belphegor made sure to state his opinion about holidays like Valentine’s Day to you before. It didn't surprise you, as you were used to him being stagnant to just about anything, but at times you did wish you could see even a slight attempt to create a day that stands out from any other. You weren't hopeful, though.

"Happy Wednesday." Belphegor chuckles, pressing a fleeting peck to your cheek, only earning an eye roll from you in return. "Oh, come on, you can't possibly think too highly of this holiday, right? It's just another day to encourage consumerism, works the same in every realm." He shrugs, tightening his hold around your waist. "It's only like that if you make it that way... I see it as a nice way to show your love to someone." You bite back, clearly disagreeing with his point of view.

"Okay, okay... what do you want to do then?" You figured you would have to tackle some resistance and convince him out of his attitude, but frankly, how you choose to spend the day doesn't matter to Belphegor as long as he gets to accompany you and see you smile. Of course, his default preference would be staying at home to cuddle, but if yours isn't, he would always make the effort to cater to your inclinations as well. "I think I have an idea that will make us both happy." You assert, his easygoing nature instantly puts you in a better mood.

As inspiration falls on you, you lead Belphegor out to the observatory and watch his face light up. "I had a hunch that a good compromise would be doing something both of us enjoy, so, while it might not be the most romantic date, I know that there's one activity you like other than sleeping, which is watching the stars." It wasn't your first choice really, but you also didn't want to have to force him into doing anything he wasn't up for. "You forgot there's one thing I like more than both of these." Belphegor states, causing you to whip your head in his direction. "What is it?" Perplexed, you question. He leans in, lips inches away from yours as his breath tickles your pair. "You."

#happy valentines day!#obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me scenarios #obey me imagines #obey me headcanons

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whats-it-mean · 5 months

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Yo bestie I feel silly asking over Tumblr instead of text but it felt right to do it here so 💀

Anyways please could you write anything for Haruka Sakurai please I'm desperate and crave content for him of course if not that's fine

A late pocky day in milgram! ☆

Haruka Sakurai x Reader

A/N - NO UR GOOD i love haruka too as you know so im happy to write for him. i decided to go for a (LATE) pocky day prompt bc i missed it lmao, but there are some mentions of my own milgram ships, so i hope thats fine?? the one mentioned is 0309 because i think theyre cute <333 also mahiru would totally play matchmaker for all the other prisoners. prove me wrong i dare you

C/W - 0309 mentioned/suggested 0309

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Upon first hearing of it from Mahiru, unsurprisingly, Haruka had no idea what pocky was. He tilted his head towards the girl, mumbling out a ‘hm?’ as she rambled on about how romantic it was. It was no surprise that even in prison Mahiru would care about such things, since on valentines she had somehow roped everyone into baking cookies, but it seemed to fly directly over Haruka’s head as he listened.

“...? I- I’m confused.. So you just.. Eat the candy…..?” He asked, gently tapping his chin. “How is that a game..?” You could hear a slight snicker come from a certain red-haired boy in the other corner of the room, followed swiftly by an elbow to his stomach coming from Yuno.

Mahiru giggled. “It’s like a challenge- two people eat it at the same time.” She pulled a piece of the candy out of the box she had been fiddling with this whole time as she spoke, twirling it between her fingers before holding it out as example. “Whoever breaks off first loses. Cute, is it not?”

Haruka glanced up at the Pocky in her hand, confusion still evident in his eyes. “But.. what if nobody breaks off…?”

You should have known it would come to this.

Mahiru grinned, and from the corner of your eye you could see Shidou shaking his head slightly as she smiled at the poor boy. “Then they kiss~!” Mahiru’s cheery voice spoke, despite the way Haruka flushed red, turning to hide his face in his hands, face practically steaming.

“O- Oh…” He mumbled, voice muffled by the way he covered it with his hands. He tried desperately to look away, his ears and neck now turning pink in addition to his entire face. Mahiru smiled at him, patting his head when he tried to curl up into a ball and chuckling at his attitude towards the topic.

“Now, since Es didn’t tell us when it was Pocky day a little bit ago-” Es scoffed from the corner, rolling his eyes at Mahiru’s accusing tone. “We’re celebrating late. But celebrating is still celebrating~!”

Fuuta rolled his eyes from the corner where he sat. “And how exactly are we planning on celebrating?”

“Well- Not everyone can really participate, since Amane is a bit too young… But you should all pair up and play at least once, right? We rarely get to do fun things like that here, and it’ll be so exciting-!”

“No way I’m playing this bullshit game.” The boy huffed, standing up without a moment to waste and turning to leave, but let out a yelp when someone grabbed his pantleg, and Mikoto dragged him right back onto the floor, and next to him.

“Sounds good, Mappi-chan!” He hummed, completely ignoring the continued protests from Fuuta who was now being forcefully held against the brown-haired individual.

Mahiru let out another one of her signature giggles before turning to you, flashing you a grin. “You should pair up with Haruka here!” She patted the boy’s head, ruffling his hair slightly as he glanced desperately upwards at you from where his head sat, currently in his arms as he huddled around his knees.

“U- Um- I’m not--”

Mahiru grinned at the both of you, giving you a slight push towards the boy before placing a box of strawberry Pocky in your hands. “Have fun!!” She bounced off in another direction, probably to tease Fuuta and Mikoto a bit, before you glanced back at Haruka, to which he let out a little squeak.

You sighed, incing a bit closer to him so that you could pat his head, to which he immediately leaned into your touch. “Sorry about her… We don’t have to--”

Haruka’s voice was impossibly quiet and timid, but he spoke so quickly you could barely finish your sentence. “....B- But-... I want to.”

You paused. “You do!?”

He nodded his head shakily, partially obstructed face glowing with a rosy blush as he let out an embarrassed breath , cheeks burning with shame. “S- Sorry- I just-” He trailed off, letting out a sound somewhere between a squeak and the sort of whine you would bear from a kicked puppy as he buried his face further into his crossed arms.

“.....Don’t be sorry, I just- Didn’t expect that. Like. At all. But- It’s fine if you want to, I guess-...?”

Haruka snapped his head upwards, hair disheveled from trying hopelessly hide himself from Mahiru as he looked at you with wide eyes. “R- Really?”

“...I’d be happy to.”

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── End

#⤥ Mairu Writes !#haruka sakurai #haruka milgram #milgram x reader #haruka x reader #haruka sakurai x reader #milgram #milgram project #prisoner 001 #001 x reader #0309 #mikofuu #s #uggested 0309 #idk man #tags are hard #pocky day #late pocky day #hhhhh

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fruitsclipper · 2 months

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Hi everyone good morning + happy valebtine. bleh. Valentines day ^_^ i love you all and i hope u have a wonderful day ♡ flowers for u 💐🌹💐🌹

#astr.txt #i have no plans so im just going to take it easy 🫰🏻 love myself or however the saying is

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sattlersquarry · 1 year

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hi libby!!! mucho congrats on the milestone <3 i love ur lil celebration and i’m here hoping for a love letter with stevie <3 💌 w the playing with their hair prompt ? MWAH LOVE U

Hi Ruby! Thank you so so much! ❤️ MWAH!!! LOVE YOU AND HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY! Steve being soft, we love to see it! (tw for implied sex)

Want to request a fic or something else? Check out my Valentine's Event HERE from now through the 10th! :)

Word Count: ~0.9k

Requested by @stevebabey !

The movie is supposed to be “transcendent,” according to self-proclaimed cinephile Robin.

The movie in question is a mobster movie from the 70s, that takes place in the 20s, and is directed by a guy whose only other credits are adult films.

“Seriously, it’ll change your life!” Robin had said earlier that day at the Family Video when she handed Steve the VHS. “Watch it tonight, because tomorrow I’m giving my presentation to Keith on why we shouldn’t just stock blockbusters and new releases. I need you to back me up.”

When Steve calls you and laments about the 2-and-a-half hour movie homework he’s been given, you offer to watch with him. You’ve had a long day at work, and cozying up with your boyfriend and “watching a movie” sounds like your perfect night in.

When you arrive at his house, you realize there was no sultry subtext to “watching a movie.” Steve has his glasses on, which he only wears when he really wants to pay attention, and he’s holding a tiny notebook and pencil.

“Geez,” you say as he starts scribbling furiously during the opening scene. “Is Robin making you write an essay?”

“Thankfully, no,” Steve says. “But after her presentation, Keith will probably grill me on why I think we should stock more artsy movies. I need to at least sort of know what I’m talking about. Would you describe the tone of the film as ‘angst-ridden’ or ‘sexually frustrated’?”

You watch as the two leads of the movie stare at each other, chests heaving.

“The second one,” you say.

As the movie goes on, you try to pay attention. But it’s painfully dry, and everyone’s names start with the letter J so you can’t tell any of the characters apart, and every time something exciting is about to happen, the camera pans to the sunset before cutting to a new scene.

“I think I hate this movie,” you say, the fourth time that happens.

“Don’t worry,” Steve says. He picks up the VHS case. “It only has…an hour and 48 minutes left.”

“Or,” you say, “here’s an idea…we do something else for a while.”

Steve raises an eyebrow.

“Something else?”

“Yeah,” you say. “Something like…”

You lean over and whisper something you know he can’t resist. He blushes, cheeks turning pinkish-red.

“Hmm…” Steve mumbles, eyes glazed over hungrily. “I suppose we could—no, wait. I have to finish the movie tonight, no matter how boring it is. I promised Robin.”

“And we will!” you say. “I just think we should pause the movie and take a little break. Maybe we do our something else two, or three, or three-and-a-half times—”

“And a half?” Steve questions aloud.

“—and then we can finish the movie.”

You watch as Steve’s expression morphs from horny to desperate to dejected.

“If we get caught up doing ‘something else,’” Steve says, “we’ll be doing it all night. But we can in two hours. I promise!”

He kisses you on the cheek and resumes the movie. He’s such a good friend and a better person than you—you’d have just read the summary on the VHS case and called it a night.

As the movie drags on, you start to get sleepy. You try (and fail) to suppress your yawns.

“You can head on up to bed if you want,” Steve says. “You don’t have to stay up for this.”

“No, no! I want to be with you.”

“At least lie down,” Steve says. He rests a pillow on his lap and pats it. “You’ll hurt your neck if you fall asleep sitting up.”

Your heart warms at the way he cares for you. You gingerly lie on your side with your head on the pillow on his lap, still facing the TV so you can pretend to pay attention.

Steve abandons his note taking, instead keen on running a hand up and down your arm absentmindedly while watching. Your skin feels electrified where he touches it.

Eventually, he runs his hand over your hair. You consider making a quip about how you aren’t a dog and shouldn’t be pet like one, but you’re afraid if you do, he’ll stop.

You really, really don’t want him to stop.

Your past boyfriends only ever touched you when they wanted to have sex with you. You aren’t used to the kind of gentle love that Steve provides—the kind that’s sweet and innocent and doesn’t ask for anything in return.

You feel safe with him. You think you love him a lot more than you ought to, considering you’ve only been dating for a little over a month.

You’re lulled to sleep, despite the machine gun fire echoing from the TV’s speakers. A while later, he shakes you awake.

“Hey, sleeping beauty,” he teases. “Time to go to bed.”

“Is it over?” you mumble, sitting up and stretching. You gesture to the TV as the credits roll. “Did the good guys win?”

“Babe, they’re mobsters. They’re all bad guys.”

“Right,” you say. “Are you at least ready for Keith’s interrogation tomorrow?”

“I think so,” Steve says. He takes off his glasses and rubs his eyes. “The last act is all kind of a blur. I got distracted. You look adorable when you sleep, you know that?”

“Creep,” you scoff. But you can’t hide the shy smile at his compliment, heart fizzing away in your chest.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x gn! reader #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things fanfic #libby's valentine a palooza

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shiftingparadise · 1 year

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HI BAE ok no pressure at all take ur time BUT can i request a fake dating to real dating trope w levi & gn!reader. maybe slight angst to comfort/happy ending & could be a bit ooc if u want. IK ITS NOT THE HOLIDAY YET BUT maybe hange wouldnt stop teasing abt how levis single & #bitchless & valentines day is nearing & levi just blurts out that ur his valentine & him w u to shut hange up & hanges like |⊙o⊙|. so levi hurriedly asks u to play along his fake dating/vday scheme for his sake (u actually secretly like him) & agree to help him. along the way u both start to fall for e.o but ur aware its just for face u ignore ur feelings & continue w the act up until vdays over meaning ur act would be too. so u wish to levi u hope the act went well & part ways to ~lessen ur pain~ but levi stops u before u leave saying he actually wants it to be real this time & to stay w u🥹

I'm so sorry it took so long for me to write this. I think I've started over more times than I can count :'). I feel like this is such a wonderful request, but it somehow felt like I couldn't do it justice. I hope you somewhat like it.

Hope everyone's doing fine 🤍✨

Word Count: 2.550

‘Have you ever had a girlfriend?’, Hange’s red cheeks gave away that she may have too much to drink.

‘No’, Levi let out an annoyed sigh.

‘Have you ever kissed a girl?’, she took another sip, a smirk on her face. ‘You’re even more of a pain in the ass when you’re drunk, you know that?’.

‘That’s a no. Right, Erwin? He’s never kissed a girl, I’m sure of it’.

‘Tell her to shut up, Erwin’, Levi’s cold eyes followed Hange’s drunk gestures. ‘You know… It’s Valentine's Day next month. Spending it in your office again?’.

He didn’t know why. He didn’t know why he felt the need to lie, but before he could even think about it …

‘No’, Levi sighed while looking at the ceiling, ‘I’m going on a date’.

‘Right’, Hange laughed while trying to keep herself from crying as she wrapped her arm around her stomach, ‘A date? With whom?’.

‘A date?’, Erwin frowned, his arms leaning on the table, ‘Why didn’t you tell me you were seeing someone?’.

Why did his heart start to race? Was he seriously panicking? Over something this petty?

‘Is it someone of the Corps? It has to be. You never go out!’ Hange leaned over the table, her nose almost touching Levi’s.

The Corps? It had to be someone from the Corps. She would never believe him if he told her it was someone from the city…

‘Y/N’.

‘What?’, Erwin’s eyes slightly widened, ‘Y/N? Squad leader Y/N?’.

‘Never’, Hange sat back down, ‘They would’ve told me’.

‘I told them not to’, his crescent-shaped eyes stared into Hange’s. He couldn’t look at Erwin, because Erwin would see right through his lies.

‘Fine, I’ll ask them’, Hange raised her hands as she stood up from the table, ‘They’re probably in their room right now so…’.

‘Don’t be childish’, Levi closed his eyes, trying to remain calm as his heart was racing, ‘You can ask them tomorrow, I don’t care’.

‘I will’, she narrowed her eyes. ‘Good’, Levi placed down his cup, ‘I’m going to my office. See you tomorrow’.

He lazily raised his hand in the air as he heard the ‘goodnights’ from his friends.

‘Shit’, his pace fastened as his mind started to race. Why did he get himself into this mess?

‘Just knock’, his fist hovered over your door, ‘Just ask. They don’t mind’.

He carefully knocked on your door, straightening his back while doing so.

‘L-Levi?’, you widened your eyes, ‘Is everything okay?’. ‘I did a stupid thing’, he sighed as he leaned against your doorframe. ‘Huh?’, you tried to ignore how close he was; how his scent made your cheeks burn. ‘I told Hange and Erwin you’re my date for Valentine. So, if you could pretend that we’re dating-’.

‘W-what?’, your eyes flew open, your teeth nervously nibbling on your bottom lip. ‘She kept teasing me, about how I’ve never been with someone and I…’, he took a deep breath before continuing, ‘I told her I had a date and when she asked with whom, I blurted out your name. Probably because you’re the only squad leader that’s-‘.

He frowned as he took in the sight in front of him. You were blushing, head turned towards the ground in shame. To be honest, you looked as if you were about to cry.

‘Are you alright?’, his cold gaze studying every part of your body, ‘Look. You don’t have to play along, but I would really appreciate it’.

‘Okay’, you shyly responded, eyes still fixed on the ground. ‘Really?’. ‘Hm’, you nodded in response. ‘Thanks’, a cold sigh before he turned around, ‘Goodnight’.

‘N-night’, a response too quiet for him to hear.

---

‘Morning’, Levi sat down next to you, ‘Done with interrogating them, Hange?’. ‘Can’t believe you didn’t tell me’, she pouted. ‘Did you sleep well?’, Levi placed his hand on your thigh, softly pinching it. ‘I-I did’, a nervous giggle, butterflies dancing in your stomach. ‘Good. ‘I’ll see you after training? Thought we could eat something together’. ‘S-sounds good’. ‘Perfect, I’ll see you tonight then’, a soft kiss on your cheek before he walked away.

He never did this before, but somehow it felt natural to him. His hand on your thigh, the feeling of your soft cheeks, your musky scent…

‘Levi?’, you ran behind him, trying to catch up. ‘What?’. ‘D-do we really see each other tonight or-‘, ‘Of course not. I have better things to do’.

But he wanted to. If he was being honest, he wanted to have dinner with you.

‘Sorry’, you tried to hide your disappointment, ‘I’ll see you at the meeting then’.

---

‘I’m going to bed’, you stretched yourself before getting up, ‘See you guys tomorrow’.

‘Aren’t you forgetting something?’.

‘I’m sorry?’, you nervously looked into his tired eyes.

‘Tsk’, Levi stood up from his chair as he walked towards you, ‘Goodnight kid’. Two rough hands met your soft cheeks, pulling you in for a swift kiss.

He didn’t want to do this. No, he only did this, so people really believed him. That’s what he told himself, but he couldn’t ignore the fact that your soft lips tasted like honey or that your little whimper sounded so sweet.

‘Night’, you hastily made your way to the door, too embarrassed to look at the others.

‘Aaaaaa’, Hange couldn’t hide her excitement anymore, ‘I never expected to see you kiss someone!!!’. ‘You’re not the only one’, a smirk on Erwin’s face. ‘Shut up’, Levi coldly looked at his friends, ‘I’ll be in my office’.

Why? Why was he suddenly standing in front of your door again? He was walking to his office, so why was it so hard to walk past your room?

‘Kid?’, a soft knock on your door.

No answer.

‘Y/N?’, his hand on your door, slowly opening it. He knew he couldn’t enter without you answering, but he had to check. He had to know that you were fine.

‘H-huh?’, two scared eyes looking into his.

Awkward. This was the most awkward moment he ever experienced.

‘L-levi?’, your bottom lip trembling in embarrassment as you clumsily tried to hold some sheets in front of your body, ‘Y-you-‘.

He wanted to look away. He even tried to, but the way you hastily grabbed the sheets, the way they were trying to cover up your perfect figure as you sat in your underwear in your bed… He couldn’t look away.

You, on the other hand, couldn’t look at him. Your eyes were fixed on your messy sheets as your shaking hands tried to hold them as close as possible to your body.

‘I’m sorry. I knocked but when you didn’t answer I was worried-‘. ‘I-it’s fine’, your voice shaking. ‘I should probably go. I’ll see you tomorrow’. ‘Hm’, a nervous hum in response.

With every step he took further away from you, the more his heart filled with regret.

---

Weeks passed, and he couldn’t deny it. He couldn’t deny the warm, tingly feeling he got every time his hand intertwined with yours, or the disappointment he felt when he didn’t kiss you goodnight because there was no one in the room to see. After all, this was still an act. He didn’t care about you; he wouldn’t allow himself that privilege. The privilege of caring about someone, of being cared for. He wouldn’t place such a burden on himself.

‘Valentine's Day is next week’, Levi sighed as he grabbed some tea from the cupboard. ‘I know’, you softly smiled as you took a bite from your apple, leaning against the kitchen counter, ‘Shouldn’t you be at Erwin’s meeting? Hange’s there’.

There it was again. Your smile. He loved, but hated it just as much.

‘Levi?’, you frowned as he kept staring at you, his lips tightly pressed together. ‘I’m sorry’, he cleared his throat, forcing his gaze away from you. ‘Can I ask you something?’, a shy step towards him, your head lowered towards the ground. ‘What?’, a forced, firm expression on his face. You didn’t know what you were thinking, but you clearly weren’t when you wrapped your arms around his waist, your head resting on his shoulder, ‘Do you-‘.

No. You couldn’t do this. He wouldn’t let this happen.

‘Don’t’, he interrupted you, his arms coldly resting next to his body, ‘Don’t do this. Don’t make it awkward between us. I only asked you this because there’s no one else in the Corps I could’ve asked’. His hand softly pinching your arm as he pushed you away, ‘There’s just one week left Y/N. I’ll never talk to you again if I don’t have to after this, so please don’t embarrass yourself’.

He pretended he didn’t notice your insecure stance, or the tears building up in the corner of your eyes. It was better like this. After Valentine’s Day, you two could be strangers again and everything he was feeling now would fade away.

---

‘What’s it like being in a relationship with the Captain? Is he romantic?’. ‘Sasha, you can’t ask something like that. Idiot!’, Jean softly smacked the back of her head. ‘It’s nice’, you smiled back at her, ‘He isn’t always an asshole’.

‘Who isn’t?’.

‘No one’, you quickly replied as he sat down next to you. ‘Go sit at another table, I have to discuss something’. ‘A-ai, Captain’, two nervous smiles as Jean and Sasha got up.

‘Which restaurant do you want to go to on Valentine’s Day?’. You chuckled, shaking your head in response, ‘None’. ‘I’ll choose then’.

Choose? He’d made the reservation weeks ago. He knew perfectly well where he was going to have dinner with you.

‘I don’t want to go. I’ll be happy once this shit-show is over’.

This wasn’t like you. You never acted so cold towards him.

‘I’m sorry-‘, ‘Don’t’, you interrupted him, ‘Just a couple of days’.

This is what he wanted, right? He wanted you to hate him, to be disgusted by him… So why did it feel so wrong? Why did he care?

‘Kiss me’. ‘Excuse me?’, you frowned. ‘Hange’s watching. Don’t want her to see through this’.

At this point, he didn’t understand what he was doing, or feeling for that matter. He knew Hange wasn’t watching. He knew no one was, but it’s been days since he felt your touch, and he needed it, more than anything.

‘F-fine’, cheeks already blushing.

He didn’t know why he pulled you closer, why he decided to kiss you like this during lunch, when everyone saw him. He didn’t care that his hand grabbed your waist as his other cupped your cheek. That he decided to kiss you with more passion than usual.

‘Sorry’, that’s all he could say when he saw how confused you felt as you quickly headed inside.

---

‘Got you this’, Levi let out a cold sigh as he handed you the bag, ‘Wear this tomorrow’. ‘W-what?’, your brows pulled together as you carefully grabbed the bag. ‘I already made a reservation in a nice restaurant at the beginning of this, so we’re going tomorrow’. ‘I-I don’t want to’.

‘I don’t care. We’re going. I want Hange to know I spent at least one Valentine’s Day with someone. Otherwise, she’ll bother me again next year’. ‘F-fine’, you turned your head to the side, ‘I’ll see you tomorrow’, you closed the door of your room, not bothering to wish him goodnight.

---

‘We’re going to be late’, Levi sighed against your door, ‘Hurry’. ‘R-ready’, you slowly opened the door.

He couldn’t hide it. No one would’ve been able to. You looked stunning in the clothes he got you.

‘Finally’, he swallowed away his inappropriate – and unintended – thoughts. ‘Here’, he held out his arm, ‘Let’s do this properly’. ‘I don’t need to hold onto your arm’. ‘I know, but it’s a man’s way of showing he belongs with you, so please hold it’. You reluctantly placed your hand on his arm, walking through the hallways towards the carriage.

‘Hange didn’t see us’, you sighed as you looked out of the window. ‘No?’, he chuckled, ‘You didn’t see her staring out of the window when we were walking towards the carriage?’. ‘Tsk’, you smiled, ‘She doesn’t need to behave like a stalker’.

‘H-huh?’, you froze as you felt his hand on your leg. ‘It’s become a habit, sorry’.

He didn’t take his hand away from your leg, even though he apologized. It felt as if it was glued onto it.

‘How long before we get there?’, you tried to tear through the awkward atmosphere. ’15 minutes’.

---

‘Dinner was nice’, you slowly opened your door, ‘You didn’t have to pay for it though’. ‘I’m a man, not a boy’, his crescent-shaped eyes stared through yours, ‘A man pays for dinner-‘. ‘When he’s dating someone, not when he’s putting up an act’, you interrupted him.

Another silence.

‘Anyway’, you tried to hide the lump in your throat, ‘I hope the act went well. I’ll guess I see you around’.

His heart sank to his stomach when he saw you opening your door. What about Easter? Easter’s something you celebrate with someone, he could celebrate it with you, right? This didn’t have to end. He didn’t want it to. Not now.

‘Wait’, he placed his hand on yours, closing the door shut. ‘What?’, you lowered your eyes, ignoring the way his warm breath met your ears, his body leaning against yours.

‘Don’t leave me’, a broken whisper as he let his head rest in the space between your shoulder and neck, ‘Stay, please’.

‘W-what do you mean? I’m a squad leader, I’m not going anywhere’. ‘That’s not what I meant’, he gently grabbed your waist, ‘You know what I meant’. ‘B-but you said-‘, ‘I didn’t mean what I said back then, Y/N. I want you. I want you more than anything. You’re always on my mind, and I can’t even count how many times I’ve lied about Hange watching us so that I could kiss you. I ache for your taste, for you. I need you, always. I don’t want this to end, so please...’, a shaky sigh against your shoulder, ‘Please stay with me’.

He took a step backward as you turned around to look at him.

‘Okay’, you whispered, a tear streaming down your cheek.

He knew you wanted to say so much more, but you didn’t have to. He could see it in your eyes, despite the tears rolling down your cheeks, despite your insecure posture… He knew you cared about him, just as much as he cared about you.

‘I’m in love with you, Y/N. For quite a while now’, he gently wiped the tear from your cheek, ‘And I’ve been waiting too long to do this’.

He cupped your cheeks, like he did so many times by now, but he didn’t kiss you like usual. No, this time let all restraints go. He needed to taste you, to show you he wanted you more than anything else. He wanted you to know how addicted he was to you and how crazy he was about you.

‘Mine, you’re mine’, he whispered as he let his forehead rest against yours.

‘I’ve always been yours’.

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