#i am a simple girl what can i say *heavy sigh*

[siscon-stsg]

Can we get Toji’s daughter pleasing him after a stressful job 💗

(CW: incest, name-calling (slut, whore, bitch, brat, etc), toji calls reader 'princess' a few times, toji-levels of bad parenting, daddy kink ofc, chokehold, rough sex, cockdrunk reader, titty slapping, teasing, a weird mix of degradation and praise i think, begging, toji cums on reader's chest and face, toji makes one joke about prostituting reader)

i'll let you guys know i am physically unable to thirst for toji because my daddy issues are just like tHAT, but i did my best for y'all guys, if this ain't a proof of how much i love you idk what is. ~BLOSSOM

TOJI is not an exemplary dad, though that is something you already knew. it was almost fun how little effort he put into hiding it, even laughing sometimes that you'd expect him to be better. him.

“brat, i'm home,” you heard him grumble from the main door before he slammed it shut. you barely acknowledged with a hum from the comfort of your own cramped bedroom, such as was usual between you two; never the type to interact much. TOJI hadn't been home for well over a week, barely letting you know through a phone call that the job he'd taken proved to be more difficult than it seemed.

for a few long minutes, TOJI was but a ghost in the apartment, the one sound indicating he was even there being the water running form inside the bathroom. and as you made your way to the kitchen, looking for something to drink, he coincidentally walked into the adjacent living room, leaving the bathroom in a puff of steam.

water droplets ran, still warm, down the outline of each muscle and vein and scar; stopped only by the towel that hung suspiciously low around his hip. black hair was damp, carrying with it the scent of that cheap shampoo he'd get on a discount pack.

maybe you focused a bit too long on the other hairs tho, the ones trailing down his belly to his crotch. maybe.

“your brother?” TOJI asked, in a tired mumble, as he plopped down on the couch with a sigh; head tilted back, manspreading even when he didn't have boxers on. you averted your eyes from the hot embarrassing sight your father made, taking a sip from your glass of tap water, throat feeling oddly constricted all of a sudden.

“out. didn't say where,” you answered, honestly. you and your younger brother megumi hadn't been in the best terms since he turned into a teen. knowing TOJI would be home any minute, tho, megumi usually disappeared.

the knowledge that you two were home alone didn't sit right in your belly. though at this point, it was hard to discern whether you loathed these moments with TOJI, or looked forward to them.

thing were never very normal between you anyway.

the non-committal, husky hum your dad made only proved he, and you, were on the same wavelength after all. it didn't require much more than a simple “c'mere” from him to feel your legs, though jiggling like jelly, take you across the kitchen to the living room, to couch, and then to him.

TOJI's hands were always so big, rough and heavy, even when he wasn't applying any force. he squeezed them just right on each of your hips, pulling you down until you took your usual place on your daddy's lap.

“'m tired,” he grumbled, hands absent-mindedly rubbing your thighs, following the curve they made up to your ass. he pushed your body closer, digging his fingers just enough on the squishy flesh to make your breath hitch. “and i won't see m'payment 'til a few more days, cuz the shitty client's mad the job took more days than we agreed on. so,”

without warning, one of his hands tangled in the roots of your head, gently tugging until your mouth slanted over his. his kisses were sloppy, filthy, even when they had no tongue.

“y're gonna help daddy out”

“who y'runnin' away from, lil' girl?”

TOJI's voice was a husky, breathy mess. a deep growl compared to your high-pitched moans and squeaks; and nothing on the filthy, wet slap of his thighs on yours.

he was spooning you from behind on the couch, both fully naked. but when you tried to run away, TOJI snuck an arm under you and curled it around your neck; thick bicep bulging, chin slotted right in the crook of his elbow. the wheezing sound you let out got a chuckle out of him.

“such a bitch, runnin' from my cock. after i work my ass off f'you and your stupid brother”. TOJI spoke right into your ear, relishing each shiver and whimper he got out of you. it was either the bass his voice doing it, or the slap of his balls against your clit, or his toned muscles practically molded against your smaller frame.

“s-... so-...!” your brain was broken beyond the point of coherency, but still you felt like he expected a response. “AH!” only that this particular one earned your tit a slap and a nasty squeeze.

“don' say sorry, you slut, jus' take my fucking cock. yeahhh, like th'tt”. TOJI growled, momentarily slowing down just to bully his thickness slowly, from fat tip to even fatter hilt, inch by punishing inch. his pubes were a sticky mess of your pussy juices that so unapologetically dribbled down the couch. “pussy's so wet 'n tight, might start t' think you were waitin' f'me to do this”.

TOJI slipped out of you with a nasty squelch, manhandling you onto your back and dragging you like a rag doll to kneel between your open thighs. his fat cock rubbed fast and slick against your drooling slit, your chest heaving each time it caught on your pretty clit.

“daddy!”

“yeah, princess?” he hissed, teasing your hole only with the head, then he pulled back and kept rubbing at your sloppy cunny. “what' d's my girl want?”

you could barely even think. when TOJI was inside it felt like you'd never get used to his sheer girth and all, but... now you didn't have him and it just felt like your body was missing something; empty.

whining at this, pathetic and through tears, your hips bucked into his. your daddy answered so nicely by pinching your clit until you cried out.

“use y'r words, slut. or 's your brain fucked out already?”

TOJI hovered over you, trapping your body oh so right under his mass and height. the tenderness in which he sought your lips and tongue only made your fuzzy brain even more dizzy.

“yeah... thatta girl,” he purred when your legs lifted and wrapped around his hips. hissing as his tip caught your hole once again, this time your daddy didn't pull back: instead he grabbed your chin, grazing your bottom lip with his thumb as he said: “now speak”.

“y-your cock, please”. your squeaked plea made him chuckle. “please, need it s'bad!”

“hmm, can' wait?” TOJI murmured; hissing as he slowly, slowly sank back to the hilt. “such a whore for y'r daddy's cock...”

he barely gave you a breath to adjust before resuming his previous pounding. it got you screaming, nails digging into his back and heels into his hips as your daddy battered your cervix to tears.

each thrust made it more and more difficult to breath, you were even surprised the old couch managed to keep up with TOJI FUSHIGURO slamming into your pussy like he hated it. your belly felt more and more tight and stiff, thighs caught in between being tense to break and jittery.

“dad-! daddy!” you wailed between choked gasps. he groaned into your neck, calloused hands bruising your skin from how hard he was gripping onto your hips.

“cum f'me. c'mon, bitch, cum on this cock!”

two or three thrusts more, and your body snapped. all the moans you'd been choking on came out in a pathetic, sobbing, loud whine, body trashing from the sheer strength of your orgasm that made you forget about the neighbors. your eyes rolled back and you floated painfully on cloud nine, for long enough that it made you question if you dreamed the whole thing.

but no, because your pussy squeezed so hard it tore an actual moan out of TOJI and you heard it. he pulled out in a frenzy, kneeling over your chest as his thick fist blurred in vicious strokes and

“shit!” your daddy came. over your chest, some of your face; specially when he nudged your red cheek with the dripping tip, slowing down more and more with each stroke as he throbbed through his orgasm.

TOJI savored it, licking his lips and brushing the hair out of his handsome face: the sight of his pretty daughter with cum, his cum all over her skin, was a sight he'd pay to engrave behind his eyelids.

“fuck... you're good at this,” he panted, grinning down at your fucked out face. “how much would they pay for a pussy like yo-? ow! don't hit me, you fucking brat!”

#tw.incest #tw incest #dd:dne #papa toji #dead dove do not eat #toji fushiguro smut #toji fushiguro x reader #toji smut #toji x reader #toji fushiguro x you #toji fushiguro x y/n #tw dark content #daddy toji #tw. daddy kink #tw.daddy kink #tw daddy kink

[jongside]

Me : i don't really have a type

Nana : try again clown

@moonflowerglowing maybe...maybe yes

#i am a simple girl what can i say *heavy sigh* #nana 🦊

[fookinfandoms]

tatties | 18+

pairing: eddie munson x female reader

plot: During a night at your friends, it’s revealed that Eddie isn't the only one with tattoos. The metalhead is determined to find out just where exactly you're marked. 

authors note: pls let me know if he feels toooooo out of character! I hope this is okay :) Please leave some feedback! I’m a whore for words. 

NOT EDITED, I’ll do it later.

word count: 4.6k words. oops

warnings: 18+. minors dni, I'll kick you across the pacific, language, dirty talk, oral & fingering (f! receiving), grinding

another authors note: I can hear this gif. I like it. 86’ baby 🤸🏽

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Everyone sat on the floor in Gareth’s basement, faint music being drowned out by the loud yelling of the boys as they fight over another game. Eddie and yourself shared a beanbag, his legs spread slightly to give you room between him. His arms lay over your shoulder, his hands playing aimlessly with the chain around your neck. 

“Would you believe it if I said I was stupidly hard right now?” Eddie mumbles into your ear, immediately grinning as you begin to laugh at his reveal. “I wouldn’t move that much if I were you.” 

“Wait,” You say through heavy chuckles. “You’re telling me that’s not your belt digging into my back?” 

His arms squeeze around your shoulders a little tighter before his hands land on your arms. He rubs them in a tender way, shrugging a little in the process. “I can neither confirm nor deny.”

You slap at his thigh from its position at your side and it was Eddie’s turn to laugh as you call him a perv. He sighs as you lean your head back on his chest, Eddie giving your forehead a quick kiss. “I’m your perv though.”

“Lucky me,” You joke, knowing Eddie was no doubt rolling his eyes. “Y’know most boyfriend’s whisper poetry or some corny shit into their girls ear, but I am so glad mine tells me when he’s got a raging boner in his friends basement.” 

“Hey hey hey, you give me a raging boner no matter where we are, I think that’s super romantic.” He joins in, the two of you continuing the back and forth for a little while as the night goes on.

Gareth’s mom had brought down pizza shortly after, and you now sat on the ground by Eddie feet, having finished a game of cards with Jeff. It was fun, but soon after the music started repeating and most of the games had been played. D&D was off the table, and you all now sat in a circle in an attempt to come up with a plan. 

Eddie couldn’t be too far away from you and he slowly scooted closer, the tips of his fingers ghosting yours before he slides his hand over to intertwine your hand with his. You flinch a little at the feeling, Eddie’s eyebrows furrowing at the reaction.

“Your rings are cold.” You answer, knowing what he was wondering. He gives you a small smile, his head tilting at your words. 

“Well now you can help warm them up sweetheart.” He replies, and before you can do the same, someone gags from beside you.

Jeff gives the two of you a disgusted look, his tongue out again as he gags. Everyone laughs at his reaction knowing he wasn’t a fan of PDA. With your free hand you reach over and pat his cheek. “You’ll know how to talk to girls when you’re older bud, it’s okay!” 

He slaps your hand away, mumbling something as you all laugh harder at the faint blush on his cheeks. Soon enough, the laughter died down and everyone was throwing ideas for another game.

“Truth or dare?” You speak up, head tilted as you already began thinking about possible dares. “Pretty simple game in my eyes.”

A few mumbles of sure and other agreements met your ears, and you started the game. “Okay then, Mike, truth or dare?”

The teen sat across from you in the circle, and he sat backwards on his palms as he answered. “Dare.” 

“Sniff Jeff’s armpit for ten seconds.” You laughed instantly at his visual disgust, his mouth open in shock as your cruel dare. 

Gareth shakes his head at the dare whilst Eddie squeezes your hand as he beams down at you. “Now that’s super gross, I’m proud.” 

Mike reluctantly crawls over to Jeff, the teen already having his arm up ready. Mike glares at you as he reaches his destination. “I am so giving you a bad truth or dare when it’s your turn.” He says your name with malice before slowly turning his head, his nose meeting it’s doom. 

Eddie had a truth after that, having to pick a teacher he would French, Dustin choosing two elderly candidates much to his dismay. Afterwards, Gareth was dared to put on his mom’s makeup, you proving to be quite the makeup artist.

Mike stayed true to his word after all, and when it was your turn you chose dare. “Are you sure you want to pick dare?” He jests, his eyes narrowing at you from his spot in the Hellfire circle.

“Hit me with it.” You sit upright, your eyebrow raised as you wait for your dare. Before Mike can say anything, Eddie is pointing at him, a stern expression on his face. 

“No kissing, no stripping, if you even so much as think about bra’s I am taking off your fingernails and wearing them as earrings. Got it Wheeler?.” Your boyfriend threatens, Mike nodding at the Hellfire leader.

“Got it,” He answers, swallowing as Eddie gives him a thumbs up. “I wasn’t gonna’ do anything like that anyway, not towards her anyways.” “What’ya mean kid?” Eddie asks for you, and already you felt uneasy knowing you were at the darers mercy of a teenager.

“I was going to dare her to take off your socks.” 

“Well that’s not so bad all thin-“ Mike cuts you off before you can finish. Of course, there was no way he was going to go easy.

“With her teeth.” He finishes, his head turning back to you with an overly friendly smile. For what felt like the hundredth time that night, everyone laughed. It was your turn now to have a disgusted expression, your head turning towards Eddie who wasn’t sure what kind of reaction to have.

He wanted to laugh with the boys, but judging by your horrified look, he decided against it. He had to give it to the kid, he had a good revenge plan. “If it makes you feel any better, I actually put on a clean pair today.”  

“Yeah, they were clean at 6am this morning,” You whine at him, shivering in disgust at the idea of Eddie’s socks. “Those puppies have been cooking in there all day!”

“You gotta do it!” Mike pipes up, laughing at the way you flip him the bird. Eddie already begins to kick off his converses, and you cringe at the reveal. 

With heavy reluctance, you finish the dare, squealing and dry retching the entire way. Eddie squirmed at the feeling, almost feeling giddy at your touch. When it was completed, you kneel in front of Eddie, his eyes levelled with yours. His eyes were wide with humour, the complete opposite of yours as they narrowed. “If I look down and see a tent in those jeans… I am going to be so grossed out Eddie Munson.” 

He grins at you, shaking his head. “Does it count if I’m still hard from before?” He jokes, chuckling as you again fake vomit in his lap. He reaches forward, pulling you into his arms. You turn at an awkward angle, and like the start of the night you end up in his lap.

After a few more truths and dares from the nerds, you began playing with the lighter Gareth was dared to steal from his stepdad. Eddie had known you were in need of a new one and was the one to give his friend said dare. You were busy, distracted by the small flame to not notice Dustin calling your name.

“Truth or dare?” He asks as you finally stare at him, and the lighter is placed into Eddie’s pocket as you think.

“I don’t think I can handle anymore feet related dares so I’ll go with truth.” You grimace at the thought, ignoring the way Mike smirks. Evil.

“How many tattoos do you have?” Dustin couldn’t think of anything to ask, having used the tattoos on Eddie’s arms as inspiration. 

“She doesn’t have any Henderson.” The metalhead answers from behind you, to which you turn around to give him a confused look. 

“Except I do,” You say, wondering if he was in fact playing around. “Are you playing right now?” “Am I playing? Are you?” Eddie gives you a weird look, confusion more than evident in his brown eyes. 

“Oh my god,” You use Eddie’s legs as leverage as you stand up off the ground, keeping your eyes on him from his position below. “You’re being serious aren’t you?”

“I think I would know if you had any tatties.” He was hinting towards your many, many activities together that don’t require clothes, his brain trying to think over whether or not lately he had seen any new addition to your skin. 

“I was wondering why you hadn’t said anything, I actually thought you were just pretending not to notice but wow.” He was being serious right now, he really hadn’t seen it. 

Eddie’s birthday was coming up and he was adamant about not wanting anything. Not wanting to annoy him with gifts he didn’t want, you had gotten a tattoo for him. It was already a month old, and you were waiting for his birthday to reveal it was actually for him thinking he had already seen it. 

He goes to say something but you hold your finger up, not wanting to discuss it more in front of your friends. You turn to Dustin, the boy looking almost apologetic for asking. “I have one, technically six but it’s in one spot so.” 

“Six?” Eddie says rather loudly from the ground, his mouth shutting quickly as you again hold out your finger. You sit back down beside your boyfriend as he gives you a once over, his eyes scanning your arms and bare legs to spot any potential artwork.

The once usual chatterbox of the group remained quiet for the rest of the night, even when the others excused themselves to go home. Gareth had already pulled out the couch bed for both you and Eddie, sleepovers being a regular occurrence as you didn’t like driving late on a Friday night. 

Soon enough, you were left in the basement with your now quiet metal head, the music having been turned off and the host going to his own bed upstairs. Your overnight bag rested on a table and you searched its contents for your pyjamas, noticing the lack of clothing in the shared duffle bag. “Hey Eds’ did you pack m-“ “You were lying about the tattoos right?” He interrupts you and you put the bag down, turning around to lean against the tables edge. 

Eddie stands just a few metres away, he himself leaning against a beam with his arms crossed. The lights had been dimmed just a little, but they did nothing to hide the way Eddie’s jaw clenched.

“Have I ever lied to you?” It was true, you had never lied to Eddie and you certainly weren’t starting now.

“It’s just,” Eddie’s head tilts, his arm raising as he points at you in an almost teasing way. “I have seen nearly every inch of your body baby,” He says your pet name again, this time lowly. “If you’re telling me I've missed a spot, I’m going to feel very... very... wounded.”

“Well baby,” You reply, pushing yourself off the table and walking closer towards him. Slowly, you stand in front of him, raising your head to stare at him through your lashes. “I hate to break it to you, but you’ve definitely missed a spot.”

He frowns for a split second, his eyes narrowing as you give him a teasing smile. “Bullshit.”

“Cross my heart,” You do just that, swiping across your shirt to where your heart resides. “I swear on your guitar.”

“Oh shit.” 

“Oh shit indeed,” The room quickly started heating up, or more so you were at the way Eddie watched you. His brown eyes were noticeably darker, and so you reaches your hands forwards to hold onto his. He followed your movements, letting you hold his hand. “I actually got it for your birthday.” “My birthday?” He repeats, and you hold his hand up to your lips, kissing the back of his hand as you nod.

“I really am surprised you haven’t noticed, but when I think about it more I remember you’ve been a big fan of having me on my hands and knees lately.” Eddie instantly becomes flustered, knowing you were right. Doggy had become one of his favourite positions lately, purely because of the feeling and being able to watch himself disappear inside of you. Also because of your ass. Anyways.

“C-Can I see it? Or do I have to wait for my birthday?” He mumbles, cursing for almost sounding like he was begging. 

“Of course baby,” You pull back, dropping his hands in the process. He bites his lip almost in anticipation, wondering just where it could be. He knew it wasn’t on your back, that was one thing he was sure about. You unzip your skirt from the back, letting it fall to the ground in one swift movement. 

Stepping out of the pile on the floor, Eddie quickly looks around your now exposed thighs, frowning as he notices nothing. “I never thought I’d see you look so upset to see me in my panties.”

“Trust me, I am loving the Winnie the Pooh look right now,” He jests, his fists clenching in hopes you don’t notice just how much he is loving it. You were wearing his favourite pair, and he hoped you were wearing the matching bra. “Just wondering where these six tatties are hiding.” 

Without answering - you grab the bottom of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head and letting it go to match your skirt on the ground. 

Yeah, matching bra. Eddie praises you in his head, knowing you definitely had something planned for the two of you tonight. Almost focusing too much on your matching set, Eddie’s gaze follows the swell of your breasts before focusing on your sternum. His eyes widen at the art before him, your boyfriend stepping closer to you as he kneels in front of your tattoo. 

There in all of it’s glory were six little bats, matching the exact tattoo Eddie had on his forearm. “Two actually get covered when I take my bra off,” You break the silence, noticing Eddie was yet to say anything about his birthday present. “Forgot gravity was a thing y’know?”

“Do you have any idea how hot you are?” He stands tall once more before he himself reaches down to grab at his shirt, having already shredded his jacket earlier. Eddie  pulls his shirt off with ease, his hands immediately reaching for his belt. He curses your name as you drag your nails down between his pecs gently, the feeling making him shiver.  “Shit.” 

“So you’re not mad?” You whisper, not realising he would react this way towards some ink.

“Mad? My girl gets a matching tattoo and puts it in one of my favourite places,” Eddie shakes his head at your question, pulling his belt out of its loops before throwing it to the ground. “Nowhere near mad, just really fucking hard.”

Oh.

“Do you, fuck, do you think we should really be fucking on Gareth’s couch?” He gives you a pointed stare for even bringing your friends name up. You shrug at him, pointing back towards the small frame of the pullout bed a few metres away.

“That old things squeaks more than you do,” God Eddie looked good like this, almost like was starving and ready to devour you. His jeans were long lost to the growing pit of clothes on the floor, the two of you standing in just your underwear. 

You ignore the comment about your noises, knowing Eddie was far from complaining. Your mouth opens to ask where he had his eyes on when he almost jumps on you, the words getting lost in your thoat. 

His hands grab at your hips, picking you up and sitting you on the edge of the table behind. Eddie keeps on hand on your bare hip, the other swiping away at your overnight bag and letting it fall to the ground with a thud. A oof leaves your lips at the action, Eddie quickly stepping in between the space of your parted thighs. 

“What if someone hears us?” There were three people upstairs that could potentially hear the pair of you, and Eddie turns his head to look at the basements door. 

He frowns for just a second, immediately shrugging as he faces back to you. “I think we could be quiet.” You just give him a blank stare to which he just shrugs again. “Just say the word and we’ll go to bed.” 

There was no way in hell you were sleeping, not with how flustered he had gotten you. You shake your head, Eddie pushing away at the hair that how fallen around your cheeks. Your legs tighten around his behind, pushing him closer towards you as you lock him in. 

He mutters your name, the hand in your hair sliding down your cheek to grip at your chin as Eddie tilts your head up, his dark brown eyes keeping you focused.

“Do you want this?” He leans forward a little, his lips ghosting your own as his nose gently touches yours. “Say the word baby and we’ll get those damn pyjamas on.”

“Something,” You pull him in for a small kiss, revelling in the way he begins to grin. You part, just enough for him to reach forward again to lick at your lips as you go to speak. “Tells me you might not want to go to sleep just yet.” 

Nodding towards his straining cock in his boxers. He shrugs, not at all ashamed at the way he had absently been rubbing his front against your own. Eddie was never embarrassed at how you made him feel, and any fears in the past had definitely gone out the window. 

You reached up to his chest, dragging your nails over the various tattoos littering his pale skin. He watches your movements, shivering as you drag a nail lightly over his nipple. “I’ll sleep if you want, s’okay, really.”

The last few words came out a little more strained, and you quirked your eyebrow at him. “Eddie, I don’t want to sleep.”

“Thank god,” He fakes a prayer with his hand, laughing lowly as you smack his chest. “Because I really wanna’ do this.”

Eddie strokes your chin, the coolness of his rings a quick shock to your skin. You sigh, and his thumb slides over your bottom lip. He tilts his head, his dark hair sliding over his broad shoulders. “You wanna kiss me?” You mumble against his thumb, hoping he’ll lean forward.  He doesn't, and you sit there anxiously awaiting his next move. His boxers itch at your thighs as he takes a closer step, his head however staying away. His eyes stay fixated on you, and he takes in a small breath. “You just look so good.”

You felt unbearably warm, your slick having already begun to dampen your panties and the front of Eddie’s underwear. He quirks his eyebrow at the small wet patch, and you fought the urge to hide yourself against his shoulder. 

Eddie curses again, taking in a ragged breath and he places his hands on the table, resting just beside your parted thighs. Within seconds, Eddie has slunk to  his knees, his eyes focused on you as he stares through his messy bangs. “Eddie?” You ask, shivering as his hands begin to slide down from your thighs, over your knees to your calves, the heat of his hands stroking your smooth skin.

He parts your thighs even wider, making sure to press a kiss to your right knee as he pulls them over his shoulders. Your breath hitches in your throat as he reaches up to the waistband of your underwear, and you wiggle around helping him remove them from under you. It would've felt awkward had Eddie not looked at you with his brown eyes, his gaze becoming darker with lust as he licks at his lips. 

You’ve been eaten out before, sure, it was one of Eddie’s favourite things to do. But it felt different now, was it the looming threat of someone possibly catching you? Doing this in your friends basement? Probably. He wraps his arms around your thighs in an attempt to pull you closer, his hair instantly tickling you. You reach down, pulling his hair out of eyes as you tuck what you can behind his ears. 

Eddie gives you another kiss, this time to your inner thigh. “S’good like this sweetheart,” He mumbles as he nips at your flushed skin. “Could spend hours down here.” 

Heat had well and truely surrounded you, the tension alone enough to make you tremble. “You really like the tattoo huh?” You managed to say, Eddie glancing up at you with an eyebrow raised. 

Goosebumps litter your skin as you whimper, Eddie choosing to reply with his lips elsewhere. He usually took his time when he was on his knees, but not wanting to push his luck, his head dips further until it reaches heaven. Your mind went empty as Eddie licks a stripe up your pussy. His tongue finding your clit as you jolt beneath him.

Thank god this table was hardwood. 

A loud whine leaves your lips as he leaves a sloppy kiss on the area above your pussy and your hips almost grind against his face in an attempt to feel him where you want him most. Eddie almost chuckled at how needy you were acting, deciding against it when he remembered this was for you after all. 

You buck your hips once more, Eddie’s hands pressing into the skin of your thighs with a powerful grip. “Eddie...” You moan as you felt his tongue glide over your cunt in a slower motion. He stops again, just so he can stare into yours as you bite at your lip. 

“I really wish you could be loud right now,” He forces out, keeping his eyes on you as he lowers his head once more. He circles your clit and trails down to your entrance, continuing his teasing pace as your hands reach for the edge of the table to keep you grounded. “S’good for me, so fucking good.” 

A small cry leaves your lips as he curls his tongue and you can't help but squirm under his tender touch. Eddie revelled in, smiling as one of your hands reaches for his hair and grips it. You tug at his scalp as he presses his tongue flat against your folds, letting your thighs lock him in. 

God the noises he made. His groans were music to your ears, and you cursed yourself for deciding to have a sleepover at Gareth’s instead of Eddie’s - where you both could be as loud as you want. 

Eddie couldn't get enough, wishing he could spend eternity between your legs. He was unbearable hard in his boxers, precum leaking from his swollen tip and dampening his underwear. He decided against releasing himself, choosing to stroke at your skin instead knowing the sight of you alone could make him cum.

Your body grew hotter as a pressing need to release formed deep inside, another whine leaving your lips as you felt Eddie’s tongue stroking your most sensitive area. “You taste so good sweetheart,” His voice sounded different, a dominating yet loving tone meeting your ears. “God I love you.” 

With a shaky breath, you whispered it back, ignoring Eddie’s wink from between your legs. The sight of him on his knees before you was enough alone to make you tingle, and Eddie’s rings left indents in your thighs as he keeps you in place.  He maintained his gaze as he licked in between your wet folds again, dragging it out as you bit your lip in anticipation.

“Eddie,” You moan, quickly shushing yourself as you felt your voice get a little louder than attended. He gives you a pointed but knowing stare. “Eddie please.” 

Your head throws back, losing his gaze as he hits a certain spot. You don't even notice the way Eddie’s hand leaves your thigh as he flicks his rings off, the small pieces of metal scattering on the floor. It’s only when you feel his tongue and his fingers at your hole do you clench around him. 

You're so unbelievably wet, both your slick and Eddie’s spit combining around your thighs and on the table below. You tremble as he pushes in a finger followed by another, tears filling your eyes as he curls them inside. “I wish I could take a photo of this.” He rests his head against your thigh as he thrusts his fingers in and out, absolutely enthralled by the way your clench around him. 

So desperate to cum, your grab at his hair rougher than before, almost begging him to keep his tongue on your clit. “Don’t worry,” He nods against grip. “I got you.” 

He repeats his assault on your pussy, switching it up a little as he licks at your entrance and rubs your throbbing clit with his thumb. Your legs shake as he teased your entrance with the tip of his tongue one again. He pressed his face further into your heat, making you cry out loud until you came undone.

His name left your lips in a silent scream, Eddie licking upwards to suck harder at your clit as you convulsed under him. He groans at your movements, his own hips thrusting into the air as you cum around his lips. Your eyes squeezed shut as you came, Eddie trying hard to keep you on the table as you shifted. Arms weakening by the second, you were certain you were going to collapse forward as Eddie stood up, pulling you into an embrace. 

He held you tightly, your sweaty forehead resting against his chest as you held one hand around his waist, the other absently trailing over the soft tuft of hair disappearing below his underwear. 

“You with me?” Eddie asks, kissing your forehead as you nod against him. He pulled away, just enough to look down at you in his arms. His face glistens with your essence up to his nose, and he gives you a cheeky grin as you wipe at his mouth with the back of your hand. 

“Don’t you want to-” “Already did.” He cuts you off, not at all embarrassed as you looked down at his now softening cock hidden by fabric. Eddie shrugs at you, his free hand moving down to rearrange himself as his cum leaked through.

A small oh leaves your lips, and his grin grew. “You make me cum even when you're not with me sweetheart, having you in my mouth is like,” Eddie makes an explosion noise, his hands mimicking the action. “It’s insane.” 

“That’s oddly cute.” You quip, reaching down to run your hand over his soaked cock. He shivers under your touch, clearly not the only one feeling sensitive. 

“Give me a couple minutes and I’m yours baby.” Eddie stretches out his arms, before pushing you back. With an eyebrow raised, he reaches around to undo your bra, letting the straps slide over your arms. Your nipples were still hard, and Eddie marvels at your breasts as if he was seeing them for the first time. 

“You were right,” Your boyfriend leans forward to kiss above your tattoo. “Two do get covered without the bra.” 

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[spectersgirl]

I just read ‘life’s like this’ and it got me thinking…. What would Harvey be like as a dad? Like I’ve never read of fic of Harvey being a dad to like a 6 year old?

Okay true and real and I’m here to answer the call 🫡

This was actually harder to write than I expected?? I also had no idea how to end it so I hope it isn't stupid lol ok hope u like it love u <3

First Day Fears

Harvey Specter x Reader

It was almost a full hour before your alarm was set for, but you couldn’t sleep any longer. Today was your daughter’s first day of kindergarten. You had been trying to play it cool, but you were anxious.

You sighed, finally getting up out of bed and getting into the shower. By the time you finished, you were glad to see that Harvey was awake.

“Morning gorgeous” he greeted you, his voice still thick and gravely with sleep. “Why’d you get up so early?”

“Couldn’t sleep. I’m so nervous for Y/D/N’s first day of school” you answered, sitting down on the bed.

“Y/N, you know she’s gonna have the best time. Our kid is a badass, I mean look who her parents are” He said smugly.

You were about to reply when the alarm on your phone rang out, letting you know it was time to go wake up your little girl. You quickly threw a simple outfit on, and walked with Harvey to her bedroom.

She slept peacefully, and watching her sleep brought you back to the days when she was just a tiny baby and you'd watch her sleep on Harvey's chest. Seeing the look on his face now, you were pretty sure he was taking that same trip down memory lane.

You nudged Harvey and nodded your head toward her, indicating for him to wake her. Gently, he sat down on the side of her bed, running a hand through her light brown hair. She wasn't a heavy sleeper, so she immediately stirred.

"Hi sweet girl, it's time to get ready for your first day of school" He said softly, a small smile on his face. She slowly sat up and rubbed her eyes, putting an arm out to ask him for a hug. He was, of course, happy to oblige.

You weren't sure if you'd ever been as in love with both of them as you were right now. These were the moments you'd dreamed about all those years ago when you'd first met Harvey.

"If Daddy wants to help you get dressed and ready, I can go make you both some breakfast" You offered, her eyes went wide and nodded her head aggressively. She loved your pancakes more than almost anything in the world. Harvey and you both laughed, and you left to get started on the food.

Harvey went to Y/D/N's closet, looking through the mostly-pink options to put her in for her first day. She sat quietly on the edge of her bed, picking at a loose thread on her comforter. Harvey frowned when he noticed.

"You okay baby?" He asked, sitting down next to her.

"Am I gonna make friends like at my old school?" She asked Harvey quietly, and he heard the nerves in her little voice. He knew he had to hype her up, and quickly, before it turned into tears.

"You're going to make sooo many new friends!" He said excitedly. "You're the funniest, smartest, coolest little girl I know, everyone's gonna be begging to be your friend!"

She giggled, and Harvey smiled a big smile of his own.

"What do you say we go brush your teeth and do your hair, and you can put on the new pretty dress you got?" He said, and she nodded excitedly.

Not an hour later, you and Harvey were standing together, watching as Y/D/N climbed the steps of her school bus, waving goodbye before disappearing into it. You looked up at Harvey, who was visibly holding back tears as he waved back at her.

The rest of the day dragged on for both of you. Harvey was secretly a wreck all day, unable to focus on his work as he kept an eye on his cell phone, worried he'd miss a call from you or the school in case something went wrong. The call never came though, and he was home just in time to greet Y/D/N in the driveway with you as she ran off the bus and into your and Harvey's arms.

The three of you spent the rest of the day talking about how much fun she had on her first day, and all the new best friends she had.

#harvey specter #harvey specter suits #harvey specter x reader #suits fics #harveyspecter #request #requests open

[justcallmesakira]

"Bittersweet lovebites"

Sypnosis: In which two people who were meant to be enemies, are deeply engraved in each other's hearts....

Dazai x pm!reader

Warnings: lots of suggestive jokes, half teaspoon of angst

Genre: heavily suggestive, romance

A/N: this is a fic heavily inspired by "cigarettes out the windows" and dangerously yours, the movie. The angst will come but for now it will be sweet romance stuff

Listen to! : Lovers rock -TV girl, Always forever -Cults, I wanna be yours -The arctic monkeys, Not allowed -TV girl, Better in the dark -Jordan, TV girl etc.

Dazai didn't thought he'd have to wait this long in the torture chambers for this long if anything he can always plan an easy escape. However this time it's different he was waiting for a certain someone.

A clack of heavy boots could be heard from that empty room of terror and long forgotten screams, not that it bothered the former executive. "What a place to meet up, isn't it" the husky voice teases "Dazai". The man's face lit up slightly with a smirk at the call of his name "Well well, belladonna! You really took the time to meet with your one and only love of your life!" he teasingly jokes with a small grin on his face as the silhouette of your body finally walked in the room where dazai was chained up to the wall. You stood in front of him with your hefty coat dangling on your shoulders.

"Love of my life? Oh please as if!" the woman in front of him laughs out, whether she meant it as a joke or whether they were words half from the heart, it really was a mystery since the remark was ignored. "Say say, do you enjoy seeing me in such a helpless way?" Dazai ultimately ignores your remark while grinning cheekily at your approach upon him. You were quite used to his dirty jokes, that's was one of the things anyone should get accustomed to if they really wanna be a part of this man's life. You snickered "I wonder if I do like seeing my dearest in such a way" you smirked with slight malice in which the man in front you just smiled. He was always like this--mysterious, one might say he's a simple cheery man but what goes on his mind stays there.

"It would be much much better if we switch places don't you think?" Dazai spurted out with a dirty look on his face which slightly shocked you but you kept it in with yourself. "The real question is if you can catch an executive like me. You may always have plans but I am an executive for a reason you know?" you said in contrast to his flirt or what you counted as one, right now it seemed like a competition on who can flirt the most."The let's try it here then!" you almost choked "Dazai, what the heck?! Absolutely not, being executed today for dating someone from an enemy organization is not on my schedule today!!" you were slightly paranoid about this which only made dazai laugh lightheartedly."Would you do it if you didn't have your 'precious title' and was just a simple mafio-" before he could go further you shouted but a bit quietly so no one knows about this dirty talk between you two "NO!"

You sighed and turned around to leave "I am sure you can leave without my help" you said with your back turned against the former executive.

"Boss will probably come here to persuade you to join back" you said with a more serious tone, you never knew why mori had such an obesesion with the brown haired man but you always tried keeping him away from mori,it was the last thing you persnally wanted to do. Dazai had a small smile on his face "I remember your teary face from the night I left,," memories flash through your mind for a second, those bittersweet flashbacks of you, Dazai and chuuya back in the mafia when you were teens "I barely cried that time you know, though I won't deny it did quite made me distraught,,," you say the last word quietly even though he was right.

"That's okay, I got to see your teary face on that specific night" you choked on your spit by his words, he really had to ruin those memories by his dirty jokes. The executive turn around with a face mixed with disgust and embarrassment. "Dazai I swear to god-anyways I have work to do" you uttered out to him, turning your head around him again to the staircase as you heard a click from the back your eyes glanced back, of course he unlocked the chains bounding him against the wall, those chains were nothing to the chains you bounded in his heart in those 2 empty years of his life.

As the man rotates his wrists you only sigh in his antics but then walk toward him with a darkened expression. "Hm? Already mis--"

Before he could tease further your lips clash against his, the tension which was in the room before now replacing with the astonished man melting in your sweet kiss, oh god he could taste a nice arousing smell in your mouth, something sweeter then chocolate.

You only grinned at his shocked face, you loved it when you caught him off guard. Dazai's face returned to normal instantly, he can't be vulnerable In front his lovely `enemy' can he?

"Now come on, I know a passage which leads all the way to the outside" you break the mini silence between the two of you as time was running short. Mori could come any time now.

Dazai ran with you while looking at you with a cheeky smile which you suddenly realized "Hey what's with t-that smile" laugh "No reason" you only sighed as you showed him the tunnel, looking here and there to check if there's anyone.

"Oh! by the way,, belladonna, remember once I make a remark I always accomplish it. So be careful when you enter home today!"

A/N: This will be a long FANFIC!! Hurray get down all comfy! guys bcs the next chaps will be long with slight suggestive themes and oh hohoho LOADS of Cigarettes out the windows angst!

Divider crds: @v6que , @chachachannah on Tumblr!

Reblogs and like are very much appreciated!

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[siconetribal]

Wishing You Were Here

Tag: @vbecker10, @harlequin-hangout

Pairing: Loki x Y/N

Warning: Fluff, angsty, Loki feels, all the feels, poor Y/N I'm always so mean to you

Author Note: So, I promised way back that I would do another Loki piece, and I've been working on this idea for a bit of a while. I hope you all like it, it's not as humorous as my last stuff, but I wanted to do something more serious.

There was no denying that life was a force that was impossible to control. It was wild and free spirited one moment and leisurely and demure the next. A wild stallion with a spirit that with an indomitable spirit, beautiful and exhilarating. An ocean with depths invisible to the eye, majestic and frightening. Life was many things, and at this moment it was unfathomable to Y/N’s mind. For almost one year now, she was living in the Avengers tower and sharing a flat within its walls with the Loki. Who knew a simple online ad was all it took to meet with people who were literally from out of this world?

Sighing for what felt like the umpteenth time, she glanced over the walls of her cubicle at the large analog clock on the wall. Only two minutes had passed since her last check. Leaning back into her computer chair, she slumped and silently groaned. This day was going to one of those long days that never end.

There’ve been a lot more of those recently. She pinched the bridge of her nose and took in a deep breath. I don’t get why it matters. This isn’t the first time this has happened, and it’s most certainly not going to be the last. It comes with the territory. Loki will be out on missions more often because he’s proven himself worthy of trust and that it was the mind stone that corrupted him. Though, with a tragic backstory like his, it’s no surprise. That all aside, this is a good thing for him. He needs this, and he finally gets a chance to be with his brother. I don’t care what he plays at, he’s a happy younger brother excited to be included with his big brother and his friends, finally. Sitting up properly in her seat again, she picked up a pen and began to slowly tap it against the desk. This was a great thing, and she was happy for him. She wanted him to grow and heal, he deserved this and then some. And yet…there were days like this.

The inky goop slowly rose up, cloying and clinging inside her as she sank deeper into its swampy depths. The thick strings wrapped around her heart, sharp thorns digging into her heart whenever it wrapped around tighter. This heavy guilt was never too far behind the emptiness that lingered at the lack of his presence. There was no denying it anymore, she missed Loki. She missed his witty remarks, his infuriating way of toying with her that left her spinning and dumbstruck, his posh way of speaking, his graceful motions that made her feel like a mole trying to walk on land-awkward and fumbling. She missed his laughter, his sarcasm, his silent companionship, and just everything about him.

Who am I kidding, I love him. She leaned forward, elbows on her desk, as she hid her face in her hands. I love Loki, and there’s no point in beating around the bush. Not like I can do or say anything, though. He’s a prince, an Asgardian god. I’m just some random human that just happened to be in need of a flatmate. He can have anyone. Who knows what sort of beautiful geniuses he’s dated on Asgard, but he’s gone to premiers and events with supermodels, A-list entertainers, and actual human nobles and royals. I’m some girl from a town where nothing amazing happens that landed in NYC with hard work. A huge bookish nerd that’s always falling for the guys in the pages who are as perfect as they can be. I went from spending all my time imagining what it’d be like if they’d existed to actually living with one, and now I know how impossible it is for me to pull them.

Her chest hurt. Her throat constricted and the corners of her eyes stung at the harsh reality that slapped her in the face. She inhaled sharply and cleared her throat. This was not going to happen. Not now at work, not today. “You’re fine, Y/N. You knew this would happen if you accepted these feelings.” She scolded herself. “Chin up, get to work. He’s busting his butt out there on some mission and you’re having a self-pity party? No way,” she sat up straighter. And what a fine booty it is. “He’s one of your best friends, that’s good enough.” Cracking her knuckles, she pushed her computer chair in and got back to researching the locations you were tasked with for potential Avengers intervention.

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Loki sat at the edge of a cliff, watching the blue sky burst into orange and purple as the sunset in the distant horizon. The gentle ocean breeze caressed his face. He took in the crisp salty air and let out a deep relaxing sigh. Why was he such a fool? There was nowhere in the nine realms that he could go that would get her out of his mind. The mission had ended almost a week ago, but he was unable to go back. Not yet. Like a shooting star, she came crashing into his life and he was never the same. The once aloof and independent second prince who had a need for nor no one was now stuck to some Midgardian? Preposterous.

No, she is not some comet. She is the ocean. Shapeless and all encompassing, he stared out at the water stretched before him. The waves lapped against the shore. Unassuming and everywhere, and yet I’m always searching for her.  How long had he been like this? So overwhelmed by her that it was getting harder to tread her waters? When did her waves that licked at her heels start to come crashing over his head. Closing his eyes, he took in a deep breath with his lips pressed thin. It’s not her fault. It is foolish of me to blame her. She did not come to drown me, and yet here I am tumbling in the depths. 

For many years he lived just beneath the surface, barely surviving was his only purpose. The sins of his past, the horrid and vile emotions of disgust, hatred, and shame hung over his head every day. His traumatic past and the consequences of his poor decisions haunted him every night. It was a routine he had grown accustomed to, and his existence was merely just that, an existence. Who was he? What was he? He needed to find himself once more. “And my overly eager brother was happy to assist me,” he mumbled as he opened his eyes to see the blackish-blue sky slowly begin to dot with stars. “Which led me to her.” He sighed.

When did the darkness turn to light? When did I, Loki of Asgard, begun to look forward for something? No, someone. The one who changed everything was her. It was a random afternoon in the tower when it was brought to the forefront of his mind. Y/N was out of town for some family reasons, and he had been alone in the flat for roughly three days at that point. His training was done for the day and there were no meetings until later in the evening when the recon would return with more data. He had the whole day free to do as he wished. A rare moment of peace, which he took and ran straight to their flat to read the book he was unable to finish because of work. 

Comfortably settled in his favorite leather chair, he picked up the leather-bound tome and opened it. Before he could focus on the words, a flat piece of wood slipped out from between the sheets and fell silently on his lap. There was a hint of sandalwood infused in it with intricate and delicate designs carved into the body with a green braided rope and tassel looped through the hole punched at the top. A birthday gift from Y/N. He had no need for a bookmark. His memory was excellent and there was no need to celebrate his birthday. There was nothing worth commemorating, and he told her as such. Her shoulders had dropped a smidgen at his words, but her smile never faltered. She pushed through with the same energy as she pulled out a small cake she had made for him. 

“Your birthday is important to celebrate because you were born. Had you not been born, I would have never met you, and I’m grateful you were!” Such simple words had struck him, the God of mischief with a silver tongue, silent. She was sincerely happy. His heart thumped rather uncomfortable at his ribs and his mouth felt dry. It was as if he was slowly drowning in a tub of lukewarm water. It was awkward and heartwarming, something he had forgotten long ago. His icy disposition was beginning to melt. He looked around at the well furnished apartment that suddenly felt larger and hollower than the royal halls of the Asgardian castle. He fidgeted in the deafening silence before grabbing the bookmark. Snapping his book shut, he stood from his seat and left. To where, he was not sure, but he could not stand being in there anymore.

He roamed the halls of the tower aimlessly before heading to the cafeteria to eat. He heard a female voice and quickened his pace. Y/N, he eagerly stepped into the kitchen area only to see it was a group of women and none of whom were her. He flashed them a perfect smile, earning a few squeals and giggles, before he excused himself. I should go to the library, that’s it. I need a change of scenery when reading. He straightened his back and turned on his heel. As per usual, there was scarcely anyone there. His favorite spot by a large bay window was empty, as per usual, which made him smile. Just how it he liked it. He walked towards it but stopped at the call of his name.

“Loki, look! Isn’t this cool?!” He turned at her voice, only to find no one there. When did he so desperately wanted to hear her voice call his name? To hear her laughter and ridiculous banter? When did the lack of her presence made his world seem so empty? He gritted his teeth and balled his hands into fists when he felt something dig into his palm. Glancing down, he saw the bookmark broken in half in his palm. He had not realized he was holding it this entire time, and it was now just like him, broken. Pocketing the pieces, he made his way out of the library and sought out Thor. He needed to get out of here before he lost it. 

So he took on the earliest and left before she returned. And now here he was, sitting under the star-studded sky of New Asgard, and he was still thinking about her. He knew he was infatuated with her, but it was so much more now. He wanted to possess her, keep her with him. She consumed his mind, burrowed a hole into his life and permanently occupied the spot. Even now, he knew she would have loved to have seen the blazing setting sun or quietly observe the great burning balls of gas burning millions and billions light-years away. She was always everywhere. He gently rubbed at his aching chest.

“Brother was right, this is not a simple passing phase. I,” he paused for a moment. Something about saying it seemed so final. As if putting it out into the ether would seal his fate. “I love her.” He sighed, the weight on his mind vanishing, but a new weight pressing on his heart. He wanted to see her again. Pulling out his phone, he looked at the many unread messages from Y/N. Each of them wishing him the best, success on the mission, praying for his safety, and anticipation of his return home. Home, he snorted at the thought and shook his head. He sat silent for a moment before he let out a small laugh. “She is home, what have I become? How much of a fool do you wish to make of me, Y/N?” He asked aloud, shaking his head at himself, unlocking the device and hitting the phone icon by her name. It rang a handful of times before she picked up, the sound of the phone tumbling and her fumbling greeting him.

“H-hello?! Loki?!” Her groggy voice came from the other side.

“Hello darling, were you sleeping?”

“Mmm, no, just sorta knocked out on the couch.” She mumbled, he could imagine it now, her slowly sitting up with her hair a bit of a mess and as she rubbed her eyes. He chuckled softly. “Are you done with your mission?”

I’ve been done for a while now, but I can’t tell you that. It would break your heart, but the worst of it is that you would never hold me accountable for my selfish whims. You would be understanding and supporting, as you always are. “Yes, we stopped by New Asgard along the way.”

“Oh? Hopefully not for work?”

“No, no, nothing like that. A simple little reprieve to clear the mind.”

“That’s nice, you deserve it.” Her sincerity stabbed at his heart.

“I’ve found a nice cliff where there is a perfect view of the setting sun over the ocean. I watched the cascading colors over the waters and sky transition from brilliant, bold colors to the dark night. It was breathtaking, much like you.” He smiled as he heard her cough from shock. She must have been drinking some water. “I know how much you love seeing these sorts of things, I wish you were here. And sitting here, watching it without you, just didn’t feel right without you. I had to call.” I wanted to hear your voice. “I wish you were here.”

“Aww, that’s really sweet of you. I wish I could be there too. It’s been really lonely here without you, but I know you’re busy, so I can wait. You’ll come back when you’re done”

Oh, how I miss you too. His chest swelled with such happiness at her confession. It was as if he was given the greatest new in all the nine realms. He wanted to run back to the tower right now and hold tightly in his arms. “Only a few more days until we will be reunited again.” He assured her. “I miss you too, my love.” He heard a hitch in her breath and some clattering and her muffled shock. She must have dropped the phone somewhere and is trying to fish it out. Little did he know, she had dropped it on her face and was currently rubbing her nose.

“My love, that’s a new one.” She finally answered.

“Yes, yes it is. Do you perhaps not like it?”

“What? No, no. no! Not at all! I mean it’s uhm, could be a little misleading.”

“Misleading, how so?” He smirked at how flustered she sounded.

“Uhm, well, you know, it could give someone ideas.”

“Someone ideas? Who is that someone and what are these ideas?” She fell silent on the other end, and he did his very best not to laugh, knowing she was probably dumbstruck and trying to gather the words to explain to him what she was implying. Did he know what she meant already? Of course, but where was the fun in that? Though he did miss seeing her expression for himself.

“Well, not just one someone…but one of them could be me.” She finally answered. “And uhm, the ideas, well, you know, love is a very strong word. Could make people think serious things.”

“Serious things? I suppose that would be concerning if that was wrong.”

“Exactly, so you shou-what?!”

“I said it would be concerning if it were wrong. But it’s not. This is not “giving ideas”, I’m being quite up front. But this is not something that should be discussed over the phone. I’ll make sure to make it very clear for you and everyone when I get back. I’ll see you soon, goodnight darling.” He hung up before she could respond, smiling with utter satisfaction as he got up from his spot and made his way back to the city to speak with Thor. They needed to prepare to leave as soon as possible, because poor Y/N will be an utter mess until they return.

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[stevenssacrab]

Pathetic

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Summary: Steven forgets a vital anniversary dinner, and a fight ensues, both of you saying things you'll regret, and when you truly learn what life is like without Steven, he returns

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Depressed reader, arguing, reader and Steven being very mean to each other

Word Count: 1.6k

a/n: First fic ever! Hope y'all like it, I worked very hard on it and overthought a lot of course lol. I'm open to suggestions on how I can improve, please be nice though I'm a sensitive girl, I will cry about it lmao

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It started with something minor: Steven forgetting to put his clothes in the laundry basket, not putting his dishes back, or something as simple as not using a coaster on the coffee table. Usually, you would brush it off, but today was the breaking point; Steven had forgotten your anniversary dinner.

You waited for hours, but after a few hours, you knew he wasn't coming home anytime soon. After a certain point, you didn't see a reason to still be dressed, changing into one of Steven's hoodies, missing his calm scent. You decided to heat up some disappointing leftovers compared to the lovely dinner you thought you'd be enjoying by now; you were cleaning up the kitchen when you heard the front door open. Sighing deeply, preparing yourself for the argument you knew was coming.

Steven's heavy footsteps are heard sauntering towards the kitchen, each step making you more anxious than the last. He rounds the corner, not even meeting your eyes, just tossing his lunch back into the fridge.

"Well?" you said, clearly annoyed that he hadn't spoken a word since walking in.

"Well what Y/N?" he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, already at his wit's ends

You scoff, smiling in disbelief. "Honestly, Steven, do you even know what day it is today?" a not-so-subtle dig at his current mental state. Steven looks up at you pitifully, clearly not wanting to fight, but you're way past that. "Steven, we had dinner planned tonight," voice a little louder than intended. "Can't you just get your head on straight for one day and remember our plans?" you say, throwing your hand towel on the counter; you walk around the kitchen island, not breaking eye contact.

"Y/N, please, I don't wanna do this today; Donna was on my ass all day; I really can't do this right now."

"Steven you do this every time, anytime I want to talk to you, you never have time for me." throwing your hands up in frustration.

"Y/N" he says, warning you; he looks into your eyes with an intensity you've never seen before

"No Steven! Why do you alwa-"

"STOP!" he booms loudly, slamming his fist on the counter. "Do you ever stop!? It's never enough for you," he says, stepping closer to you, looking down at you, making you feel 2 inches tall. "Do you think you're the only one trying?" he says with venom laced in every word. "How about the little effort you put in, and I'm always the one in the wrong?" stepping even closer, slowly backing you into a corner.

You've never seen Steven this angry; he's usually so sweet, caring, and understanding; seeing him like this was terrifying.

"Stev-" you squealed out.

"NO Y/N! YOU LISTEN TO ME, ALRIGHT" he hissed out, eyes wide and body tense. "I've had enough; I'm never gonna be enough for you, am I?" he barked, lowering his head.

"I can't do this anymore; I'm done," he said quietly. He was looking down at the floor, avoiding your eyes once again.

"What?" you asked, afraid of the answer, reaching out your hands to hold him, but he only swats your hands away.

"I'm done; I can't do this anymore. You're pathetic," he declared, looking at you as if you were the scum of the earth.

"Wait, Steven, please just listen to me," you pleaded, following behind him as he headed out the door. "STEVEN!" you cried, tears rolling down your face.

Steven starts his car, ignoring your cries, pulling out of your driveway, tears threatening to boil over.

You just stood in the doorway, watching him drive away, in denial that this is happening. Could this really be the end? You think back to all the times you complained to Steven that he was never doing enough for you, that he never had time for you, accusing him of never loving you. You slowly close the door, knees finally giving out from under you, wondering how they've kept you up this long; you pull your knees to your chest, holding onto them for dear life. You let out a sob that you're positive your neighbors could hear, but that was the least of your worries.

You don't know when, but at some point, you went to bed; when you woke up, you had almost forgotten what had happened, and more tears filled your eyes at the thought of never seeing Steven again.

You reached for your phone, attempting to call Steven. It rang once and went straight to voicemail, "he's avoiding me," you admitted sadly. "Hey, this is Steven. You know what to do, later gators." You smiled at Steven's cute little phrase, recalling every time you ended a call with him. Mentally scolding yourself for letting something so beautiful go, someone who loved and cherished you wholeheartedly.

The past few days have been debilitating; everything reminds you of Steven; every thought leads back to Steven, and all roads lead back to Steven. Food has tasted bland, flavorless, and unpalatable; you stopped craving food after the first day, eating strictly for your survival and well-being. All the color has left the world, leaving everything dull and achromic; every conversation has been quick and compressed, not having the energy to carry out an entire conversation or participate in society. Everyone around you has noticed you're less cheerful than you used to be, and everyone has physically pointed it out to you.

"Hey, are you okay? You seem kinda down?" Or "Did something happen?"

It's been driving you crazy; yes, you know you're depressed. Why must everyone point it out as if you don't feel it yourself? It's made you very snappy at everyone, chewing out anyone who dares to ask; word got out that you and Steven broke up, then started the looks of pity. Any time you met anyone's eyesight, they would give you a glimpse of sympathy and a sad smile; you almost preferred them asking if you were okay over the pity smiles and whispered conversation when they think you're out of earshot.

Today was your day off. Luckily, on these days, you choose to lay in bed all day, looking at old photos of you and Steven and weeping when it all becomes too much.

You were lying in bed when you heard your doorbell ring; you groaned loudly and crawled out of bed; you sighed deeply, not mentally prepared to have a conversation with someone right now. You throw open the door, already annoyed at whoever is at your door; you look up and see Steven standing in front of you, not looking any better than you, to your surprise.

"Hey," he uttered, looking at the ground. "Can we talk?" he said, looking at you with pleading eyes. "Please," he says when you don't answer.

"Y-Yeah, come in," you utter, stepping back, feeling your heart beat out of your chest.

"Thank you," he said, walking up timidly, nodding his head shyly, stepping quickly, afraid you might change your mind; you're blinking your eyes to make sure he's actually in front of you and not hallucinating.

He sat on your gray couch, shifting every few seconds and running his sweaty palms on his pants, notably very uncomfortable. You walk around the sofa and sit in a loveseat across from him, afraid he'll leave if you get too close.

He clears his throat before speaking. "I-" he stutters out, not knowing where to begin; he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a piece of paper.

"Y/N, I know I've said some truly awful things to you, and I deeply regret what I've said; I feel awful how everything played out, and there were much better ways to redirect my emotions and not take them out on you. My actions are unforgivable, and I take full responsibility. In the future, instead of lashing out unfairly at you, I will do my best to communicate properly and not keep how I feel buried inside. I understand I can't fix everything, but if you let me, I'll spend the rest of my life trying to make up for my mistakes and make things right." He said, voice cracking, and cleared his throat awkwardly, folding the paper and putting it into his back pocket.

You are stunned, not knowing what to say; you play with your fingers nervously.

"Oh, Steven," you say, gently grabbing his hands and moving next to him on the couch. Steven tightly grips your hands, scared you'll slip through his fingers.

"I feel like I should be apologizing to you, sweetie," you say softly, raising your hand to cup his cheek. Steven, smiling softly at the affectionate name, leans into your touch, gently grabbing your hand and kissing the palm. Your cheeks heated up slightly at the display of affection.

"I can't even begin to tell you how sorry I am." You blinked away the tears. "I took you for granted, my love; I promise you as long as I live, I will treat you like the king you are," you say, looking deep into his dark brown eyes. Steven's eyes fill with tears; he pulls you into a tight hug, letting the emotion take over as he lets out a sob, hugging you tighter than before.

You caress Steven's back and let him cry. "I'm so sorry Y/N" he whimpered, body shaking violently.

"It's alright, my love." You pull back, meeting Steven's eyes.

Steven pulls you into a passionate kiss, holding onto you as if his life depended on it; you grip his shirt and pull him in to deepen the kiss, your heart beating out of your chest; you roam your hands on his chest and stomach, sliding your cold hands underneath Steven shirt. He gasps softly, pulling away from you.

"I love you Y/N" he says confidently, never being more sure in his life.

"I love you too Steven."

#moon knight #moon kingdom #steven grant #oscar issac imagine #oscar issac hernandez estrada #oscar issac fic #marvel #marvel smut #marvel x reader #steven grant hurt/comfort #steven grant angst #steven grant fluff #jennys.work

[hinatastinygiant]

6 | Mort

Pairing: Uzui x Fem!Reader

The Emptiness You Left

UZUI'S P.O.V.

"So," Rengoku hums as we step into my home, "that was the infamous Y/N. She's an interesting character."

"More like an irritating character," I scoff, walking over to the kitchen and pouring a cup of tea.

"How come you refuse to train her? She has a noble cause, isn't that flashy enough for you? She's even willing to work hard. Isn't that what the demon slayers are supposed to be doing?"

"No," I tell him. "It's not that simple. She's too weak."

"You can't tell me you know how determined she is. It's obvious that she's not going to give up," he says, getting closer to me. "You should at least give her a chance. I mean, it's not like there's anything else you can do. She's not going to give up."

"Why don't you just mind your own business, Rengoku?" I groan, meeting his eyes with a frustrated look in mine.

"Why don't you?" he shrugs. "I mean, you didn't have to take her in."

I sigh, knowing he's right.

"And why are you so against her training anyway?" he continues. "Surely, she'd be able to handle it. I can tell you have some sort of interest in her."

I freeze and my eyes go wide. This idiot can't possibly know what he's talking about. I can feel my blood boil as he continues speaking.

"She's a very beautiful woman," he adds, and my eye begins to twitch. "She could be a great addition to the Demon Slayers Corps."

"She will never be part of the corps," I spit at him, and he chuckles.

"Why are you acting like this?"

"Because I can't let her die!" I finally admit, raising my voice a bit too loudly.

"So what? That's the risk everyone takes when they join."

"It's different, Rengoku. She's not going to survive."

"Is that so?"

"Yes," I huff.

"Well, I mean, if that's your decision then fine," Rengoku finally begins to back off. "But just know that training is a good way to make sure she doesn't die."

Y/N'S P.O.V.

The next morning I wake up, put on my new uniform, and grab the wooden sword that Rengoku gave me. I make sure to take the time to hide it well in my clothes so that Uzui won't notice.

However, just as I walk downstairs, I see the three wives all bundled up in heavy winter clothes.

"Uh, what're you guys doing?" you ask them on your way for a cup of water from the kitchen. "You know it's only autumn still, right?"

"Yeah, but it's freezing," Suma answers, her teeth chattering.

"And snowing," Makio adds.

"Really? Wow, it's almost as if I couldn't see the snow coming out the window," you remark, and she sticks her tongue out at you.

"Are you leaving now, Y/N?" Hinatsuru questions.

"Yes. Do any of you want to train with me today?" you ask hopefully. Usually one of them will agree as long as you do something light. They know better than to get on Uzui's bad side, unlike you.

However, today they all look at each other with an odd look in their eyes. You're not sure what's going on, but you definitely don't have a great feeling about it.

"No, sorry," each one of them says, making you begin to get suspicious.

"Really Suma? Not even if I bring back those strawberries you love so much?"

"I'm sorry, Y/N, but it's too cold for us," she answers, causing the other girls to nod in agreement.

"But you always wear those short dresses," you argue. "I'd love to know how those are any better than pants and a jacket."

The girls don't respond. Rather, they look at you as though you're the crazy one.

"What are you girls talking about?" a voice suddenly asks from behind you. You turn around and see Uzui entering the room, holding a bag full of supplies. "Y/N, where are you going?"

You reach down to the wooden sword hidden beneath your clothes, making sure nothing is poking out. "Oh, I'm just going to, um, pick some flowers," you lie, looking away.

"Flowers?" Uzui repeats, arching an eyebrow. "At this time of year? I don't think so."

You gulp as he grabs onto your arm and pulls you right out the front door. "Today, you've got better things to do. Today, I am going to train you."

Your jaw drops and a smile spreads across your face. "Really?"

"Yes. It's no fun having a weakling living under my roof," he scoffs.

Behind him, you can see Suma giving you a thumbs up. But, before you can say anything else to Uzui, he tosses you two swords with an interesting jagged design.

"These are called Nichirin swords," he tells you, watching as you examine them. "They're only used by demon slayers. But don't think this means that you're actually a member, because you're not."

"They're so cool," you mumble in a barely audible voice.

"Now listen up! Lesson one. An introduction to the rhythm of the breath!" he begins, before starting to explain the importance of connecting with the natural rhythm of your environment.

After he's done speaking, he closes his eyes and takes in a deep breath. And, like an idiot, you do the same.

"What the hell are you doing, Y/N?" he suddenly shouts, making you open your eyes and look at him with a stunned expression on your face.

"You took a deep breath, too!"

"You took a breath like a complete child!" he barks. "Don't you know how to breathe at all?"

"How is breathing supposed to be any different than that?!"

"I just showed you," he grumbles, before demonstrating the correct way to inhale and exhale. "Try breathing in sync with the sounds of snow falling."

You're beyond confused. How is any of this going to help you kill a demon?

The Emptiness You Left

#uzui x reader #uzui x y/n #uzui x you #tengen uzui x you #tengen uzui x reader #tengen uzui x y/n #tengen uzui #uzui tengen #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer self insert #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #kny x reader #kny fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #x reader #x fem!reader #fanfic #the emptiness you left

[wanderingjedi77]

The Armorer x Fem!Reader x Bo Katan (Always)

Summary: Things on Mandalore are changing, but your happy to be by their side. Sequel to House of Three.

You sigh into the arms of Bo as she sits on her throne, tilting your head back as she holds you close. You hadn't had much time for this, you realise. Cuddling with your now Mand'alor. Ever since Mandalore had been taken both, both her and the Armorer had been busy.

Bo with ruling and The Armorer with fixing the great forge with care.

That wasn't to say that you weren't busy keeping track of the foundlings and trying to establish a school. You had picked the perfect spot for it, too. Overlooking the water on what you hoped would soon be a grassy hill.

And, you thought blissfully. You were married.

It had been a small ceremony, with Din and Paz residing. Grogu and Ragnar. It was nice, simple. You felt more complete than you had in ages as you recited the vows. You felt like your heart couldn't get any fuller.

"What are you thinking about?" Bo mummers from behind you. For now, it was just the two of you in her throne room.

"Us. The future that we are building." You reply softly. You turn to kiss her arms tighten around your waist as the doors open and then shut gently. The heavy footsteps tell you it's the Armorer, and your thoughts are confirmed when you hear her helmet come off and her hands settle on your shoulders, kneading the stress away.

"Hello cyar'ika." The Armorer greets softly. "Have you both started without me? That's rather rude, you know."

You break away from Bo to give her an annoyed look, though your not really mad. "And you like to tell me what to do."

"Don't act like you don't enjoy it." The Armorer replies lowly. You sighed and tilted your head against her armored chest, and the Armorer laughed. "Good girl."

Bo watched, leaning back on her throne. "You know, sometimes I think you two do this on purpose."

"Never my Mand'alor." The Armorer replies and leans over you to give Bo a quick kiss. They smile at each other when they pull away, and you relax.

"I was wondering something?" You pipe up. They both look at you, the Armorer dropping her hands from your shoulders as she moves to sit on the arm of Bo's throne.

"Yes?" Bo replies, reaching out to hold your hand.

"How do you feel about kids? Because there's this orphaned foundling..." You trail off, embarrassed. Was it too soon? You had only taken back Mandalore recently, you thought. What if they didn't want children?

"I've thought about it." The Armorer admitted, "Bo?"

"So have I. I need an heir." Bo smirks at you and puts a hand on your stomach. Thinking about what you would look like with a child in your belly. "There are a few ways we can have a child, I'm sure. Adopting a foundling is a good step." She agrees. "But if it's agreeable? Would you be willing to carry a baby?"

Your mouth goes dry. "I... maybe?" You squeek. You bite your lip and look at both of them. "But I just wanted to know if you would want children. We never discussed it before."

"No. But we have a lot of clan building to do." Bo teases. "I'm fine with little ones running around."

"As am I." The Armorer leans down to kiss you, and you feel Bo put her hands around you, keeping you in place.

"Glad we've got that figured out." You pull away, breathless. "Thank you. It means a lot." You tell them, happy.

"Anything for you, sweet girl." Bo replies softly. "But there are a few other things we should taken care of?" Bo suggests and you glance at the Armorer.

"Like what?" You ask softly. You had built a home and were now planning a family. What else was there to complete?

"Why don't you let us show you." The Armorer smirks at you. "Can you be patient for just one moment?" She slips off the throne and walks toward the doors, slipping on her helmet. "Make sure she listens Bo."

You look at Bo, and she grins.

"What?" You ask. "Is going on?"

"Patience." Bo replies.

"But-"

Bo frowns. "Don't disobey an order, sweet girl." You sigh in response, and wait.

Patience is a virtue, after all. And whatever they have planned next will surely be worth it.

#star wars #the mandalorian #bo katan kryze #star wars mandalorian #the armorer #star wars the mandalorian season 3 #nitearmor #bo katan x the armorer #bo katan x reader #bo katan x female reader #the armorer x fem!reader #the armorer x reader #the armorer x bo katan x fem!reader #the armorer x bo katan x reader #anon request

[popponn]

popon my loveliest "grandma", here is my submission for ur event—which is as cute as u 😽:

one. my chosen fandom is blue lock, and my favourite is ofc, mikage reo <33

two. yes to au, and i choose high school au !

three. my chosen tropes are childhood friends to lovers and mutual pining

four. my name is saki, and i am a cancer and infj ! i'd like to add emphasis to my mbti bc i am super introverted irl, and i come off as a rly shy individual at first. but once i've gotten comfortable w u, i am rly talkative, and quite loud too ! i'm also super honest, but at the same time, i can filter the things i say in order to "people please". i'm also pretty sensitive when it comes to the things others say—for example, if someone accidentally insults me, i do think ab it for the rest of the day and do feel pretty hurt. i'm also an overthinker, and i tend to overanalyse certain situations. i think i am pretty caring, since i act like the "therapist" and "mother" of my friendship group, and i'm a realist.

i like and love hanging out w my friends, and i also love shopping (for my own things lol). i also like dressing up for special events (like a fancy dinner party or smth), and i like reading/writing. drawing and painting is also a fun activity for me, but i don't do it as much anymore bc i don't have the time to do so 😞 other things i like are letters written to me by my friends, cute stationery (motivates me to study hehe), pretty hair accessories, rice (i am a true asian), dark chocolate and iced lattes <3

things i don't like include onions (MAJOR EW), some fish, narcissists, selfish people, pick-me people🧍🏻‍♀️, wet humid weather, school-assigned texts (legit hating the one i have to read rn), insects, cramped spaces, people who like to show off (like bro actually stfu 💀)

i don't rly have favourite movies so i'll list my favourite k-dramas and anime hehe: 18 again, twenty-five twenty-one, twinkling watermelon, shooting stars, fruits basket, kimi ni todoke, attack on titan (☹️) and your lie in april <33

my love languages are words of affirmation and physical touch !! i tend to be v affectionate w those i'm close to, and i would wanna receive love in the same ways plus acts of service hehe

five. yes yes !! any language is fine, as long as if u can also incorporate some english songs too 🤍

six. GIRL THIS IS LWKY A HARD CHOICE but i choose fluff <3 unless u can do a combo of both but if not i choose full fluff (thanks !!)

optional question. i love reo's looks. literally i love his hair and ik u don't like it 😭 BUT I LOVE IT and i also love how reo is so charismatic and affectionate hehe <3 he's also so ambitious and hard-working and that is smth that i admire,, AND HE'S SMART ?!?!! smart men are so hot omfg !!!! his wealth is a good bonus but idrc ab these things <3 😸

i hope that's everything u need popon <33 lmk if i need to add more details !! I LOVE U SO SO MUCH and good luck w the event 🫂 MWAH MWAH thank u saur saur much 😽😽

a tune, an image, and a story of... ⋆｡˚

“so?” seeing his friend raising an eyebrow in challenge, or in question, reo uncharacteristically rubs the back of his neck. this topic has always been an odd one for him—it’s one that brings everything into a halt and makes it feel heavy to breathe, yet perhaps because it has to do with you, reo could never think of it as unpleasant. “you know i can’t just…” reo glances towards your direction, talking happily with your friends on the other side of the classroom, “…you know. it’s kind of complicated.” chigiri makes a face that would get him the role of a disappointed mother in a tv drama. “it’s not. you do realize the two of you got more matching things than my sister and her boyfriend, right? and those two are shameless. what the hell are you afraid of?” reo honestly could give chigiri a list there and then. but, with a part of his brain focusing solely on your smile, he merely leans against the window frame and sighs, “…yeah. i wonder.” it’s so simple that it has become the furthest thing from one—reo, unreasonably and consciously, tries to reason.

you peer toward reo discreetly. sitting across him just like this for the nth time, even after so so many years, you still find your heart skipping a beat and three each time you see him. it’s not hard to like reo. he has good looks, smart, talented, friendly, bright, and is still very much a hard worker despite his family upbringing. it truly makes so much sense why he is so well-liked and popular. you could give your own testament to that, after all.  from the very first day when he offered his hand and name to you, you have known that reo has a brilliance that only few could rival–and even then you would confidently say that no one could ever truly outshine reo in your eyes. you have shared many years with him, growing up with him almost like a confidant to a prince. you have seen many parts of reo and–at moments where he laughs victoriously and at moments where frustration gnaws at him–to every single piece of those, your eyes could only gaze at them fondly. and you are more than aware that being so close to reo, being able to see all of those, is not a privilege given to anyone. it’s because you stand behind the line called ‘a childhood friend’, never stepping on them even out of your selfish feelings, that you could have that privilege. and if, by any means, you could stay beside reo for a long, long time, by keeping those feelings silenced then– “hey,” a pen taps your book lightly, reo’s voice following along with a question, “did you find a question you’re stuck on?”

“i know you don't want to see me,” reo says to the phone—to you, still panting heavily as he leans against your door, “but at least—please listen to me.” you sit quietly on the other side of the door. your eyes still sting and you know you still don’t really want to see his face. you know you should just hang up. “okay, so,” reo begins, pausing for a moment, taking a deep breath. loudly and confidently he says, “i like you too.” you blink at that. not knowing how to react as your eyes widened. “what—” “i know you probably think i am a pathetic piece of turd right now but at least, i want to say this before everything else,” he continues on, fully relying on his heart and his teammates’ advice—going against every principle of calm businessman hammered into his brain. “i like it whenever we do something together, since long ago. i like it when we talk, i like listening to you, i like being listened to by you, i like it when we walk to school together—actually, can we keep all those even after this? i might actually go bald if we don’t. you still like my hair right—” “reo—” “i…” as if just realizing that he can no longer turn back, reo takes in a deep and sharp breath. after a loud embarrassed gulp, he repeats “…i like you. really like you. as a lover. please go out with me.” for someone who has been on the receiving end of many confessions, reo feels like a newborn baby fish. after all these years, it surely takes a lot of guts and courage—also a fucking stupid fight with you that he should immediately apologize for after this—just for him to spit all those words.

notes: @yoisami sakiii!! i hope u like this. i tried to potray it in a familiar, soft way that is kind of shoujo esque, i hope i succeeded. also purple and yellow because it's the color of the dawn, and hey reo's hair is purple which contrasts nicely with yellow haha .if it's just a bit entertaining for you it will be more than enough! :> i hope the angst is enough darling even tho it's only implied lolol thank you so much for joining my lil event babe, also happy new year! i wish u many many happiness ahead ₊˚⊹♡

#₊˚⊹♡ a tune; an image; and a story.

[sherbet-shark]

|〘 ⋇Genre: Drama〙|〘 ⋇W/C:5.2K〙|〘 ⋇ Format: Fic 〙|〘 ⋇Content: 〙 | Yona doubts the authenticity of Sidon’s love after a run-in with a few Hylians suggesting otherwise.|

|〘 ⋇ Content Warnings: 〙This fic is riddled with personal HCS about Yona’s vague home and herself and her relationship with her attendants. This fic has light spoilers from both, BOTW and TOTK Zora Quest line, and general totk. |

|〘 ⋇ 〙 Summary: Yona’s devotion and love for her new home and husband knew no bounds; the pair had been childhood friends but are now being thrust into an arranged marriage. Was it all too fast? The young queen dwells on her doubts, amplified by cruel words.|

|〘 ⋇ 〙 A/N: Hey guys, I’m sorry for dropping out of the plane of existence, I got really busy, stressed and burnt out from writing, school and irl. This is my first Canon x Canon fic ever and I am so freaking proud of it. I cannot wrap my head around this fic being 5.2k words at all, like 😳 jfc. Also!! YONA lovers unite!! She’s very cute and sweet I hope I did our girl justice. Pspsp @enigmaticfossil FOOD. This should go without saying but if you don’t like this couple scroll past. |

"The Zora Domain was once again saved from tragedy by your heroic Swordsman and our beloved King Sidon… I wonder what you might have said seeing your brother and him fighting side by side. While most unproductive, I cannot help that my mind often strays to what could've been, Lady Mipha."

Yona's words swell with bittersweet wonder as she wistfully sighs and peers at the Champion's memorial. Yona's speckled amber eyes searched the tranquil statue's face. What for? She didn't even honestly know herself. Perhaps a sense of relief, or Yona wanted a sign that their demure Champion was watching her brother thrive. What would Yona's childhood hero have said to their union? So many questions that would stay unanswered, the foreign Zora concluded. Her mind wandered to her dear husband, the stars to her night sky.

Despite his unending enthusiasm and carefree air, the Queen knew her husband well to know there was so much more lurking underneath his energetic and hopeful personality. From the outside, it seemed even fear allured him. If only they knew it was the very opposite. Sidon was and still is profoundly affected by his sister's tragic passing, more to say, the fear it caused. Who would blame him for his fear? One hundred years were a blink of an eye for the Zora. Yet time did not heal all. The emptiness in everyone's hearts still aches, just not as much anymore. Everyone can say her name and recount their memory of Mipha with a smile, but her presence would still be longed for.

Finally, Sidon resumed his monthly visits to Mipha's Court, something he hadn't done in a while, even prior to his fight with Ganon. It may be silly for some to speak with a figurine. But this simple action always made Zora fondly smile, recalling days when Mipha would always listen with kind words and a warm aura as she always did before her death.

At the Champion's memorial, Yona recalls an instant from their shared childhood when heavy rains poured down a river they played next to. The torrential downpour rose above the bank, capturing the tiny crimson-screaming prince down the waterway. The foreign Zora was the first to swim after him, willing her smaller verdant fins to move her faster. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she reached her fellow royal. The current lashed the young children, but undeterred, Yona carried him into a small cape. A moment of peace after a hurricane of freight, the water continued to thunder behind them. The tiny child tried to calm the quivering Sidon in her arms while attempting to mend a wounded foot of her own. Then, as all hope seemed lost, frenzied cries welcomed the duo as a frazzled Mipha and royal guards caught up quickly. Mipha soothed their cries, touching their cheeks and promptly healing any injuries.

"My Queen, it's well past the early evening hours. We wouldn't want the subjects, least of all His Majesty, to worry about your disappearance." Webbed footsteps lightly tread behind the Queen as Khira stirs the royal to the present, her voice woven in respectful concern for Yona. Her attendants always stayed close to each other and their Lady out of duty and fondness for each other's company.

Even if Chroma's youthful airheadedness got on the latter's nerves, it was still a comfort brought to the Domain.

Their homeland was nearly unattainable to those who couldn't breathe and tread water as swiftly as the aquatic race. In contrast, Zora's Domain flourished to the elements. While New Bay seldom had hazardous weather. Their home had air pocket caverns filled with seashell shops nestled deep into the sea's safe tides and swaying colors, hidden from the land and its residence—a true secret treasure amongst the merpeople.

"Yes, yes. Of course, I wouldn't wish for Sidon to worry. My apologies to you both. It is late, Chroma, Khira. You did not have to accompany me to the Court. No monsters have dared step foot after that Sludge Like." Yona turns, smiling at her loyal, protective attendants. Her golden headpiece jewelry gingerly clinks as she steps down the stairs; verdant hands glide down the polished handrails. The Caregiver knew full well her guards knew their way around the weapons and their water magic, but still, she felt bad for her friends staying with her so long. Yona was no stranger to marksmanship or training herself in purifying wounds and tainted water.

"Please don't worry about it, Lady Yona! We like looking after you; you're our friend, plus his Majesty asked- Ow!" The youngest Zora cheerfully bubbles, and the older guard swiftly jabs her. The new Queen tilts her head, sighing to herself. Even now, Sidon's still quite protective, isn't he? But still, a loving gesture all the same that makes her heart flutter and cheeks warm.

"Hush you! Do you not know when to flap your lips and when not to? On that note as well, how many times must I lecture you? It is Queen Yona, no longer 'Lady.' Have you no respect or idea of the importance of these titles? My goodness, do my words fall on deaf ears?" Exasperated, Khira shakes her head while glaring at her fellow attendant. The trio starts their short journey home as Yona's muffled laughter spills from her lips, watching her dear friend's antics. The young women stare down the waterfall leading down Lulu Lake.

"Please, be nice. Any more of your reprimands, and I'll go deaf." Squeaks the distraught retainer, dark gray eyes pleading to their Queen for help as they descend through the waters.

Even from an immense height, the radiant city's glow softens the carved-out cliffs, and the bright ore deposits dot the wet landscape, becoming a beacon of beauty and splendor. The sun's wonderous warmth far retreated past the Domain's reach, a touch of cold breezes caressing Yona's skin. Coming to the halfway mark, the Caregiver answers her friend's silent pleas. Standing before the marbled platform, the Zora Queen shifts her attention to her bickering friend.

"Khira, come now, I believe that's enough, we wouldn't wish any harm, and it is only the three of us. You can indeed allow one moment of reprieve. I need not worry about titles, my precious friends." Yona coaxes her friend's long-winded lectures, seeing the elder Zora sigh in defeat and allowing this rare moment of informality, much like the old times. Marching down, Khira and Chroma flank their Queen's side, scanning every direction for any monster or Yiga sneak attack. The clansmen weren't interested in the Zora royal line, but being cautious with the newly crowned royalty never hurt.

Their serenity shatters as a high-pitched undignified whine carries through, cutting into the air as they swim down the final waterfall. The young guards perk up and quickly unsheath their weapons, pushing their Queen further near the falls, providing a swift escape. "Your Majesty, Chroma, stay here. I'll go investigate." A hushed command tumbles from the dark dolphin Zora's lips, eyes narrowing and head tucked down for intimidation.

The royal guard crawls out of the pool, spotting a cluster of thick foliage suitable for an ambush. Rushing to the forest green bushes, Khira ducks down to spy on the ruckus while Chroma guards Yona with her spear, guiding her safely away from the unseen danger. The new ruler braces herself, summoning water to snake around her sharp claws.

"I can't believe Sidon's married already! Come on. He's hitched to some random Zora girl we've never heard of? It doesn't sound like a union from love, y'know? And that, too, he doesn't talk much about her. I don't know; it sounds so fishy. That wasn't supposed to be a pun, by the way." A brown-haired Hylian woman clad in some strange mushroom hat walks into sight, and it seems she isn't alone. The woman's other companions stroll by, a pair of other Hylians complain, and another person in glasses fiddles with their leather satchel.

This group seems relatively young while they remain unabashed, glad to blabber, Khira thinks. Anger wells up in her as the group's voices had no intention of stopping with their ill-meaning talk. She knows that Yona could hear this noise. How could she not? Even a Bokoblin would understand their mad rambles.

"Well, I mean, Khole, we don't know much about Zora's politics, so I don't know if it may be an arranged loveless wedding," The glasses wearing sheepishly, state as they twiddle with short brown hair looking back at their friends. It seems this group was returning from visiting the East Reservoir.

"Amia, you're talking as if we know about our own. After all, our Princess had up and disappeared. Only Hylia knows where she is. Of course, she's nice, but if she were our Princess, she would try to reinstate the crown rather than twiddle around in Hateno. We've been in shambles for a hundred years, and only now are we starting to come back. If my great-grandparents could see how this panned out, they'd give Zelda a big lesson about responsibility. I know they lived on the outskirts of Castle Town. They saw she didn't put her all into protecting us from the Calamity." Another crude voice cuts into the cloud of gossip, and the tallest of the group groans. This one must be Khloe, according to them.

"Khloe, that's not nice. She does some things like building the school. I appreciate that, and even the fact she's somehow alive makes the older and more devout folks more invigorated." The shortest man answers the group, trying to reel in their chat, eyes darting around the wandering travelers.

"I like that she made the school too, but that's all our Princess does; twiddle around, now poof! She's gone along with her silent little knight throwing everyone in all corners of Hyrule for a loop," The mushroom-wearing Khole snorts, not taking the hint and wrapping her arm around the small man.

"Besides, there's only so much teaching can do if they don't know how to fight; you're dead. But I don't even know if this royal has done anything substantial to this, 'Zora Queen.' She appeared out of nowhere too, and I heard the women who had their little fan club are still reeling." Yona has had enough of this slander, slashing into the dancing streams around her hands, instantly dropping into the tide. The young Queen knew their last statement wasn’t true in the slightest, reminiscing the many moments the club members loudly fawned over her and the coupling.

The Zora, as she evades Chroma's eased guard, at brazen conversation in their Domain where these Hylians should be more mindful. These ignorant speculations about their Princess; they didn't see how Zelda collapsed to her knees, too choked on her grief to properly beg forgiveness from former King Dorephan and the royal line. When she emerged from the ruins of Hyrule Castle alongside Link, they didn't see the solemn strength and wisdom that welled behind those teary eyes, renewing her vow of protecting everyone no matter the cost.

But what pained her more was that, deep down, their prodding at the royal coupling hit a sore spot in her heart. The optimistic prince and herself had no say in their engagement. Of course, they had visited each other's kingdoms as young teens. Her heart never wavered in her affections for him and his people, but she often wondered what he felt when King Dorephan told him. The royals scarcely had time to talk and be with each other in private, away from others, along with helping the ill-stricken Zora from the sludge, repairing the Domain and Sidon becoming the Water Sage, and finally helping Link defeat Ganon.

Years after the Calamity and its sting aftermath, they grew dearly fond of each other. He changed, his glowing with unending enthusiasm and the occasional naivete all genuine. But he seemed to hide his deeper emotions from the public, even with his dear father. Either for fear that it would make him seem inexperienced or because he wished to truly earn the crown, Sidon's grown used to hiding his whole heart even now. Yona hoped she'd prove herself to him and eventually be blessed to reach those parts of his soul, knowing he was safe with her.

They've had many conversations about their situation and the future after Link helped Sidon slay the beast that floats in the sky. But old habits formed from grief and feeling inadequate die hard. The King still hides from the outside, so much so that he loathes to admit it. After the kingdom's announcement, she doubted if he truly loved her the same way as she did him as the century passed and their visits grew prevalent. Throughout their youth, they eventually graced each other with the title of a beloved friend.

Did his heart worry for her out of genuine care or for appearances or necessity? Did he yearn to have her beside him as his bride, Queen, and equal because he loved her? Would there be a day that Sidon would smile and proudly show his love to the world like Mei and Fronk?

Yona understood betrothal gifts were essential to the Hyrulean Zora culture, but she wasn't taught that way. Only learning how to mend the armor from other fish scales, her people learned a sacred courtship dance to show their interest. Yona summons her rapid heartbeat to the clearing out of the pooling water, allowing them to see her. Chroma whispers for Yona to stay but emerges from the pool trailing her Lady.

"Enough of your useless babble," The zealous guard seethes, lunging at the group from the overgrown shrubs. Jumping out of their skin, the rowdy quartet leap into each other's arms. They shudder like leaves, eyes firmly screwing closed, far too absorbed in their well-being.

The Zora spear inches away from the supposed root of all this meaningless noise, "You have shown an inexplicable disrespect and regard for both your Princess and our Queen. Your prattle proves nothing among you and your ilk. Your eyes will never see the true nature of these critical figures, and perhaps that is not your desire," Khira grits her sharpened teeth, even the air around them stilled in anticipation.

The grip on her spear tightens with every passing breath as the group hesitantly opens their eyes. The spear aimed at the frightened woman pulls back, and the guard's posture loosens, showing a reluctant sign of mercy and growling while pulling her weapon back. "But I will allow you this grace as well as one warning. You will not sully any of the royal's names here—especially Queen Yona. One would think that Princess Zelda's diplomatic nature would pass for all her subjects. Consider yourselves lucky. I want to avoid pushing more work on their Majesties, so relieving the burden of taking your tongues is out of the realm of possibility."

"Khira! Enough! Stand down." Yona calls out to her fearless attendant; in her mind, she notes how uncharacteristically aggressive the Zora woman is and how strange it is to see her threaten visitors. The Hylians take shaky steps back, looking at the emerging figure. Startled gasps erupt as the attendant glances over her shoulder. Faltering in her angered resolve, seeing the smaller Zora's displeased face. Lifting the sharp spear away, the Caregiver walks in front so the visitors can see her, bowing her head to the cluster of people as they stay silent. The royal could feel their pensive eyes staring into her as if trying to figure her out by tearing her apart.

"I sincerely apologize for my attendant; this is the first time I've seen her act out in such an unsightly manner. This will not go unreprimanded, while this flagrant threat does not deserve quick forgiveness. Please do not think lowly of us. I seem to have pushed my guard to the brink of exhaustion, so much so that one believes violence would be the answer if I can do anything to appease you. You need only ask, and I will do it. But know that I am Queen Yona." The Queen steadies her breath as she lifts her head, jewelry gently clinking. Scanning their faces, Yona watches the group hastily cover their jabber. However, their words have done their damage making Yona feel miserable but still overwhelmingly riddled with uncertainty.

"O-oh, no, no, no, we're sorry. Uh, you don't need to do that. It was immature of us to talk like that. Sorry, you heard that, but you seem nice, but we're just going to go."

The group leader nervously chirps up as she eyes the serious Khira. Another ally of Khloe's speaks up, nodding and clinging to each other's arms. "Thanks for not hurting us. Bye." Making their escape, crossing the connecting bride to the city. Yona's forlorn eyes linger on their retreating forms.

"What was that? That wasn't an apology at all! And Khira, what in the world got into you." Chroma scoffs as she perches her weapon on her back, eyes frantically scanning her two friend's faces trying to understand them. The younger guard pouts to herself and quietly mutters, "And you always get after me for not bringing shame to the Zora name..."

Despite the rowdy crowd's departure, the young women felt the air thick with tension. Meekness gnaws at Khira as she ducks her head down, too ashamed of her reckless actions and making Yona speak for her. She would indeed badger the younger guard, but to think she would act so brutishly was beyond hypocritical.

"I am profoundly ashamed that you had to see that, your Majesty. But saying I feel guilty for silencing their larks would be a lie. I will not tolerate such belligerence towards you and things they don’t wish to comprehend." The Zora grits her teeth, spitting out a response, rising to look at her liege's back. The young woman partially turns, sapphire flecks eyes glance at her taller lady-in-waiting, Yona dutifully declares.

"Allowing emotions to cloud and open the way to conflict isn't like you, and I understand your reasoning. I find myself appreciating the wild gesture, but I will not tolerate any of your outbursts. Lest you want to stay in my service, being the head of state, is to preserve the peace to all that come and go from Zora's Domain, even to those without respect. We must rise above and show kindness," Light Green's side fins sway as she shakes her head. Yona's hand waved for Chroma and Khira to follow suit. She swallows the biting taste in her mouth, cupping her hands before her chest. She absentmindedly picked at her claws; the sound of clicks enveloped the girls as they fell in line, resuming their protective flank. Exchanging worried looks between each other.

"This should go without saying, but please don't tell Sidon. He's been busy, returning from his valiant battle alongside the other sages protecting the land and handling a kingdom. Something so small should not plague his mind. I'm certain I will forget this soon enough." Yona sharply inhales as she tries to lift her spirits, but her words drip despondence. Her heart twists in painful knots, knowing she's going back on her promise of being truthful and open to her love.

"We won't breathe a word." The duo candidly answer as they make their way across the pristine bridge. While a robust familiar figure happily waves in the distance, welcoming them blissfully unaware of what occurred.

The sinking feeling did, indeed, not disappear from Yona's mind. Their words echo in her head, and the festering sense of inadequacy and insecurity lurks in the corners of her mind. It had been a few days since her encounter, and she knew allowing such heated words to get to her was folly. Yona couldn't help her mind slipping into the depths of her doubt. Even to the point, her melancholic air alarmed the elderly councilmen and Exalted Dorephan. The new Queen lacked her signature sweet nature, replacing her charming aura with an absent mind.

While busy creating safe pathways and removing the debris strewn along the narrowing passage from the mainland to their Domain. Sidon grew worried for his Yona. It's been hard not to notice his citizens concerning whispers about her well-being circled the Domain, and his dearest barely stayed by his side after she visited Mipha Court. She seemed off-put and fidgety whenever he was near her. Even the little ones seemed fretful with Yona's unusual behavior, and her attendants acted peculiar, seemingly hiding something.

The warm afternoon sun beams down on Zora's Domain, an occasional breeze passing through his magnificent home. It's almost ironic that the weather contrasts the new King's worrisome thoughts.

"Naydra's eyes, What am I missing?" Sidon mutters, standing before the pristine balcony overseeing the Domain. His sharp eyes longingly linger on Zora's soft green form, watching her speaking with the fisherman, Mei. He was beyond glad the forgetful citizen returned from the Floating Fish Island. Admittedly busy, ensuring his best soldiers to Lookout Landing returned, Sidon remains steadfast in giving his people protection and grace as those before him. He was dutiful in looking after his people's well-being.

So many things happened in a whirlwind of events; first, it was the Upheaval, then the vile sludge desecrating his home, and finally, his unexpected coronation and marriage to his beloved, then assisting Link in his fight against Ganon. The royal Zora ponders if it was as overwhelming to her as it was for him. The young King certainly has no regrets, but the stress of it all tends to invade his mind even when the epic battle has ended.

Rambunctious giggles erupt from below, stirring him from his daze. His sharp eyes flicker between Mei waving to the young King and his darling Queen, now turned up to see him. A magnetic force pulled their eyes to meet, and he could feel his heart stop, breath hitch in his throat when a ghost of a bashful smile graced Yona's lips. Her golden adornments shine, accentuating her beautiful features. His cheeks flushed against his cold skin, and a heart-stopping smile painted his face. It could be only them in the world.

The moment broke too soon for his liking as Yona shyly averted her gaze. It looked like the floor was more enticing to her now; soft laughter rolled from him, uncaring of the whispered swoons and muttering about young love. Unable to tear his gaze away from Yona as the giggling fisherman bows and parts from the royal Zora. Nodding to something Mei told her, the young woman walks the stairs. Sidon's eyes follow her each step, and soon she stands by his side, making the void of her absence the past few weeks far more prominent than before.

"May we speak in private?" Yona's soft, tantalizing voice asks, her eyes peering up at him with sorrow and meekness clouding her usually cheerful aura. Sidon observes her expression, questioning what caused her heart such sadness.

Nodding to her request, he pauses, thinking of places for a private conversation. He knew the open grandeur of the Domain wasn't much for a solitary chat, so they had to travel somewhere close in case a danger arose but far enough so no curious ear listened. Coming to a solution, the crimson Zora answers, nodding to his Yona. "Of course, I'll have the guards notify my father if they need us."

The couple stroll beside each other to young Zora guarding the stairs to the Throne room. "If anything arises from my absence, find Queen Yona and I atop the Veiled Falls. Please tell the Exalt, thank you." Sidon instructs, giving them a polite smile and watching the faithful sentries obediently comply. In the corner of his peripheral vision, he hears the young woman's gasp. Yona’s eyes widen slightly at his chosen place.

"Now, shall we depart, Yona?" Sidon looks to his side. She doesn't meet his gaze but nods all the same. 'Still absorbed in her thoughts. I wish to know what's plaguing you so, my love.' The perplexed Zora thinks to himself, making their short journey to the Falls.

The two sit on the edge of the Veiled Falls. Sidon surveys the landscape before them, the glistening architecture proudly towering as his head turns. An overwhelming sense of pride and wonder swirls in him, overlooking his gorgeous home. The loud water tirelessly tumbles down the Falls, creating white noise and protecting them from potential eyes and ears, allowing them to speak as they please. The extroverted man feels the atmosphere melt away into a reflective air. His sweet empathic nature shines through, but so does a familiar nervousness, worrying he may say something unintentionally unkind. It's truly a marvel how Yona's mere presence reduced him to his shyer, composed side like they were still children.

"I know that I have been busy and thus haven't been with you by becoming crowned king, but it doesn't allow me to negate my husbandry duties… Now love, what plagues you so?" He tenderly questions his wife, seeing her steady her breath, and comes to terms with whatever tortured her.

"My King," Yona starts to wonder aloud, trying to gather the scramble of words in her mind. Her hands are cupping each other in her lap tense, and her shoulders tighten. While Sidon's brow furrows, she never addressed him formally like that before, not even when they were little ones. "I find myself wondering, has our union been too hasty? Am I truly the one you want besides you? Surely someone far more courageous would be a better match." Concern coupled with mere shock overtook him. His eyes widened, looking at her words. He desperately wants to cut her off and ask her, but he holds his tongue, wanting her to feel safe with him. 'Where in the world did this come from?'

"Those days ago, my attendants and I came across a group of people that brought up the validity of our union. I know it's foolish to listen, and in hindsight, it’s minuscule compared to the intrepid battle you returned from only months ago, but I want to be truthful about it." The woman explains. Yona stops turning to look at him. Vulnerability is etched on her face as he patiently waits for her sign to speak.

"If this has made you worry for this long, it’s no small deal. So that's what you've been dwelling on. Do you doubt my feelings?" He politely utters out, the sick tightening in his chest as he waits in anticipation of her answer. Yona says nothing, in silent agreement. She scolds herself for hurting him so much as he rises from his spot, holding his crimson hand for her. The young woman reaches for him as they stand together.

"You recall the importance of this place, yes? This was the last time I saw my sister alive. Days after, we came to mourn after being informed about my sister being trapped in Ruta. I ran to this place to drown in my tears, where no one could hear me. My desperate attempts to swim upstream, this mighty Fall, fell flat. Then miraculously, you came. You found me in the pool,"

"Crying together in each other's arms, I remember. I asked where you were, and I found you here trying to hide." Sidon's large hands engulf Yona's as she jumps in. The young woman knowing this story well, caressing her thumbs around his palms.

"Yes. At that moment, I saw someone I could call a friend. I discovered someone who could see all of me without fearing judgment. Someone that looked at the depths of my sadness and allowed me to grieve unashamed. Someone that I could share my accomplishments with. We were arranged to marry, but I was elated when my father informed me. I could not imagine anyone else by my side. You've continued to be a beloved companion. I fell in love with your compassionate, intelligent, selfless nature. Your ability to know what's troubled me among countless others made me want to return the favor tenfold," Sidon tenderly divulged, finally noticing Yona meet his eye.

The pure warm adoration in his remarks left the doubtful royal speechless. Strings of wispy white clouds pass overhead, shading the two. "I want to continue growing alongside you as the years pass. I want you to know that I will always love you. You, Yona, Are the only one I want to have on my side. I love you with all my heart." Sidon slips his hand away and brushes underneath her side fins, cupping her cheek and stroking her face as if trying to dispel all her worries from her mind. The smaller Zora nuzzles into his calloused hard-working hand, feeling at peace now unyielding to keep her gaze away from his steady eyes.

"I-I should not have allowed a stranger's words to cause such dismay. I'm sorry for doubting your devotion," She pauses, golden eyes fluttering closed, smooshing her cheek into his hand, angry at herself for significantly impacting how she acted towards him and those in the Domain.

"Will you forgive me?" Shame and relief wash over her, watching Sidon nod at her inquiry. His arm snakes around her waist while tugging her close to his chest. She hears the rapid pounding of his heart, feeling tears threaten to spill from her eyes. Willing them away momentarily, she peels from his broad chest, tugging at the gleaming silver prince his chest piece down.

Standing on her tippy toes, Yona wraps her arms around him, leaning into him while Sidon's finned arms securely encase her body in his. They share a sweet moment, their eyes slowly shut, and their lips collide in a kiss. Sparks fly across the two as Sidon deepens the kiss leaning toward her soft lips, wishing to melt into her touch. Quicken groans and gasps escape their lips, and hot puffs of air roll onto their mouths as they kiss again. It felt like gravity pulled them together again, as if it was torture to stay apart for even the air.

Savoring the taste of salt on their tongues, their lungs burn, taunting them to breathe momentarily. Begrudgingly, Yona pulled away. First, labored rasps heave from her petite frame, now noticing that Sidon lifted her from the ground pressing her close to his chest and sitting in his arms. The loud drumming of their hearts pounds in their ears as they silently look at each other. The noisy waterfall downs out their unsteady breaths as they slowly feel a smile perk on their warm faces.

"That wasn't an answer, my love." Mischievously scolding her loyal husband, Yona laughs to herself as he feigns cluelessness. She doesn't want to let go, reveling in his arms and in the love he gave her. "It wasn't? Well, I might need more time to convince you then." Sidon releases a husky chuckle, his voice a tinge of playfulness and desire, his eyes crinkling as his charming smile shines down at Yona, bringing her close again to steal another kiss.

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[thecozykirin]

Day 1 - Flirt

( This one was a collaboration between my husband and I! <3 ) @daily-writing-challenge

You can do this.

Throughout his life, Yasashi had faced every challenge head on. He clawed his way through the Trial of the Red Blossom, cold and shivering at the age of ten.

There’s nothing to it.

He cut through the chitin of Mantid and tasted their blood on his tongue.

You got this.

He survived the sweltering heat and stench of Orgrimmar and fought his way out of it with the rest of his brothers and sisters in arms once the city had been rocked by the siege.

It’s simple, really.

So why, after all of these feats he had accomplished…was the art of flirting so damn hard for him? The closer he drew to Soo-ha, the more the male felt his legs gradually lock up, as though he were a cub that was far too bashful to approach the girl he liked. But he was not a cub, he was an adult and yet, the heaviness of the task weighed on his shoulders as though he were one.

This shouldn’t be so hard, why was it so damn hard? Drawing in a breath, Yasashi forced down his bubbling frustration, lips idly moving as the large Pandaren wracked his brain trying to remember the sweet and poetic words he had observed in passing to woo the smaller one. All you need to do is go talk to her. It really was such a simple step. He talked to her daily and yet, at the moment, he suddenly found it to be the hardest task in the world.

A soft coo broke Yasashi from his crisis and his gaze dropped down to the cub who had crawled up to him, idly gumming on the leather straps of his boot. “Kimiko —“ the little cub squealed in delight as the male hefted her up in his paws, balancing her belly first in his palm. The two shared a look for a moment, and Yasashi released a heavy sigh. “It shouldn’t be this difficult, you know. Pray you grow up with a tongue more nimble than mine, it’ll make these tasks so much easier.” Yasashi plopped down, placing the cub on his knee so she may sit up on it. “Do you’ve any idea on what I should say?” Kimiko cooed in response, reaching out and bapping his nose with a little chubby paw. “Mh, not sure how to work with that…” The large male hummed, head tilting to the side. Ancestors, I’m seeking counsel from a toddler. His ears flicked back slightly at the realization. Am I so pathetic? Kimiko brought her paws to her face, rubbing her eyes with a soft yawn before she tilted her head up to the sky. Yasashi’s gaze followed the cub’s, and his eyes rested on the sun that hung high. “The spring sun has more of a gold tint to it, you know.” Yasashi mused. “It reminds me of your mother’s eyes, except the warmth and brightness they carry outshines it anytime, any day.” The words fell from his lips without so much as a second thought.

Kimiko chirped, her attention back on Yasashi and reaching out to him with little grabby paws.

With a snort, he collected her in his arms and chuffed. “You can’t appreciate this quite yet, but she does a lot for you. If I had been in her position, I don’t think I’d have been able to do what she did…” his voice drew off, brow furrowed slightly. “She has more courage than a hundred Shado-pan and twice the strength in spirit, though, if you told her as much she’d disagree.” He chuckled lightly. “Humbleness is quite the virtue.” Yasashi’s expression then fell. “I only wish I had a fraction of that to tell her this to her fac—“ Kimiko cut him off with a loud and delighted squeal, she had wiggled onto the male’s shoulder and spotted her mother long before the male even knew she was there.

Soo-ha stood, her paws clasped in front of her muzzle as she gazed at Yasashi with an indiscernible expression.

“Shi-“ Kimiko’s presence quickly led him to correct himself. “Shoot.” Yasashi scrambled up. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were there. N-not that I didn’t want you to hear what I said, I did…do! I’m just —“

Soo-ha cut him off with a chuff, walking up to the much larger Pandaren with a look of warmth in her eyes as she held up her paws.

“Ah, r-right…” Yasashi pried Kimiko off his shoulder and tucked her snug within her mother’s arms.

Soo-ha bowed her head and smiled, waiting until Kimiko had latched herself on her shoulder before signing. ‘Would you like to go on a walk with me later when she is down for a nap? Just around the border of camp. It is supposed to be nice tonight.’

The request took Yasashi aback and his muzzle fell open. The tables were suddenly flipped. Traditionally, he was supposed to be the one to ask her on such ventures, wasn’t he? Incomprehensible noises rumbles from his throat at first before Yasashi straightened his back and answered with a very firm sounding. “Yes.”

Soo-ha smiled, bowing her head once more and walking towards her tent and Kimiko, lifted her head and cooed at Yasashi from over her mother's shoulder.

Yasashi couldn’t help but smile at the cub. The expression was warm and genuine. It felt...unfamiliar on his face and yet, he wished to do it more. Nailed it.

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[okaylikesmomo]

Chapter 7: MiMo Tease

You sit at the desk in your hotel room typing away on your laptop. There was an issue during rehearsal regarding the audio system and you were trying to make sure it got fixed before the concert tomorrow night. It was looking like you would have to head to the venue early again tomorrow. You let out a heavy sigh as you lean back in your chair waiting for a response from the company supplying the microphones for the concert when you hear your phone buzz.

MN: hey, are you busy tonight

Y/N: not really, why?

MN: can you come over to Momo's room

Y/N: sure, give me 15ish

MN: ^^

Mina is in Momo's room and wants you to come over, there is only one direction this can be going, you think to yourself. You finish typing up a few more messages before closing your laptop and heading over.

You walk into the room and are surprised to see the two of them sitting together on the bed, fully clothed. They are both wearing shorts while Mina wore a T-shirt and Momo wore a sleeveless top, her deep cleavage on display.

"You look like you've seen a ghost," says Mina, tilting her head slightly, "you okay?"

"Oh yeah I'm fine," you reply, "I just kinda expected you two would... well... nevermind."

"Tsk tsk, you know we're not always horny right?" Momo states while shaking her head, "sometimes we just hang out as friends."

"Sorry I just... with Mina texting me so late like that... I-"

The girls start laughing.

"You're so dirty minded," Momo taunts.

"Sit with us for a bit," Mina says while flashing her gummy smile. "I assume you've been pretty busy today with the flight and then the problems at rehearsal."

"Yeah actually I am kinda tired, flights especially end up draining my energy."

Momo gives you a suspicious look, "well, when I woke up during the flight I noticed you had the screen up, and Mina told me you had it up ever since we took off."

Mina giggles softly.

"Oh that uh yeah I was just resting a bit."

"Wait, you are tired even though you took a nap?" Mina asks innocently.

"Uh, well, it wasn't a very long nap-"

Momo cuts you off, "oh strange I thought I heard Dahyun talking to someone."

"Oh she must have umm... been on the phone...?"

Momo begins to smile, "you are so cute when you try to lie."

You sigh, knowing that they were just toying with you and that they both knew already, "look, Dahyun has been exploring herself a bit more lately, I'm just helping her while not trying to advertise it to everyone."

"That is so sweet of you," Mina says, her expression soft, "don't worry we won't tease Dahyun, I'm actually super happy she's opening up, I wonder when she'll start involving other members."

"Yeah we won't tease her, but we will definitely tease you," Momo said seductively.

"So," Mina begins, "you and Dahyun on a plane, that seems a bit risky, no?"

"Well, it's not like we did anything too crazy."

"I'm jealous," Momo pouts, "you've never offered to take me to the mile high club."

"It wasn't really planned," you reply, "it was more of an in-the-moment type of thing."

"Oh I know something we can do in-the-moment," Mina says before exchanging glances with Momo, "let's play a game!"

"Sure, what game?"

"It's a simple game," she begins explaining, "on the count of three, we all hold up either one finger or two fingers. If we all pick the same, then we go again, but if one person is different, they lose."

"That sounds simple enough," Momo says, "and for stakes, every round the loser has to remove one piece of clothing."

"Not always horny she says, hang out as friends she says," you mock her playfully.

"Hey it's true," she says defensively, "I just didn't mean tonight."

"Okay let's start," Mina says, "one, two, three!"

You all hold up two fingers.

"Oh hey what are the odds of that happening," you say.

The two girls smile at each other. You go again, this time they both hold up two fingers and you hold up one finger.

"Ooooooh you lose," Mina taunts, "time to take something off."

You take your shoe off and toss it aside, "no big deal, let's go."

You keep going and somehow every round you either lose or tie. All you're wearing now are your underwear and a shirt, and neither of the girls has taken off anything.

"There is no way I am this bad, the game is pure luck," you complain, "you two are colluding."

The two girls look at each other and giggle, "come on don't be a sore loser, take something off!"

You knew they had to be cheating, but you played along and took off your shirt.

Momo whistles, "only one piece left."

"One, two, three!"

Sure enough, you lose again.

"There is actually no way, you two planned this!" you say as you take off the last piece of clothing, "well I have nothing else to take off, now what."

"Since you lost, you get to sit there while Mina and I play another game," says Momo while taking off her own shirt, exposing her lack of a bra.

She crawls over until she is laying on top of Mina and the two girls begin making out in front of you. Mina's hands begin to explore Momo's tits, her fingers rubbing circles around her nipples, making them firm. While Mina fondled the older girl, Momo took her shorts off. You admire Momo's muscular body as Mina moves her mouth to Momo's chest, taking one of her nubs into her mouth. Momo is staring at you while Mina sucks on her nipple, then she reaches one hand down between her legs.

Momo sits up on the bed and brings her hand to Mina's mouth, letting the younger girl lick her juices off her fingers. Momo is now sitting on the bed facing you, while Mina is in front of her on her knees with her back turned to you. Momo grabs her waistband from both sides and pulls her shorts down, exposing Mina's ass to you.

You begin to start stroking yourself, letting the girls play their games while you patiently wait for them to call you over.

You notice Mina wasn't wearing any underwear beneath her shorts, there was no doubt in your mind now that they had planned this from the beginning. You watch as Momo's hands reach around Mina's body, gripping onto her ass cheeks. She squeezes them, her hands moving in a circular motion. Mina's asshole and pussy both on display for you. Momo, with two big handfuls of Mina's ass cheeks, begins shaking them rigorously. Making her massive round butt shake wildly. She lets go and gives it one big slap, her cheeks jiggle and you see a subtle red handprint appear.

Mina turns around so they are now both facing you. Momo is sitting with her legs spread while Mina sits between them, her pussy now on display in front of you. Momo gives you another seductive look before she begins kissing Mina's neck from behind. Her hands snake around Mina's body until they find her tits. Momo pulls up Mina's shirt and tosses it to the side before grabbing both of her tits and squeezing them together.

You keep stroking, imagining the feeling of Mina's body in your hands.

Then Momo moves her hands lower and starts to play with Mina's pussy. Mina's face is full of lust, her mouth in an "O" shape as Momo begins to finger her. You watch as Momo brings her finger two knuckles deep into Mina's body, flicking it back and forth slowly. She enters with a second finger, you can see Mina is quite visibly wet even from where you are. Momo plunges her fingers into Mina a couple more times.

Then she stops.

"Alright, that's enough for tonight," says Momo cheerfully.

"Wait what," you say as Mina closes her legs, "you mean-"

"Yeah you're right, it's getting late," Mina cuts you off, "we should probably head to bed."

The two girls can barely contain their laughter as they watch for your reaction.

"Sana has corrupted you two," you say, your mouth agape, seeing the humor in the situation despite being disappointed that you weren't going to get a piece of these two tonight, "are you two serious?"

They both laugh.

You pull your pants up and put your shirt on, trying your best to calm down your erection. You start walking out of the room.

"Y/N, you know we can see your erection," Momo says while giggling.

"What? Nope, nothing here," you say while covering yourself, playing into their game, "you know I'm going to get you both back for this."

You leave their room as you hear them giggling behind you. You start walking back to your room, you aren't mad at the girls but they did get you pretty good tonight.

You would never use the girls for sex in this way, but you do think about how they would probably react if you went to them right now for help. Jeongyeon would probably tell you to go rub one out. Jihyo would probably see the humor in the situation, and she would most likely be nice enough to help you out. Chaeyoung would probably feel bad for you and help you, kinda like she did the other night. Tzuyu would probably be fine with it, too. Sana and Nayeon would probably be all for it, happy to help you. Dahyun, even in this imaginary scenario you can't even think about using Dahyun like that.

"Y/N?"

You look up to see Tzuyu standing by her door, you had almost walked past her without even noticing her, "oh hello Tzuyu."

"I was going to ask what you were doing out so late," she says, "but now I'm more curious why you are always hard when leaving another member's room."

"I was just..." you begin, "you know what, it's not important. What are you doing out so late?"

She lifts up the bag she's holding and waves it lightly, "getting snacks! You want to join me?"

You think about her offer, "you know what, that sounds lovely right now."

The two of you end up hanging out for a while, laughing and enjoying each other's presence. You grab another Pocky stick.

"You know, whoever made these is a genius, how can such a simple snack taste so good?" you say while taking a bite.

"Yeah they taste good but you know what really makes them special?" Tzuyu grabs a stick and places it in her mouth, holding it up to you.

You take the other end of the stick in your mouth and the two of you inch closer, doing the famous Pocky challenge. You move closer and closer until you are about to touch when Tzuyu begins giggling. You both know that neither of you are going to chicken out. You both move closer to each other until your lips touch, you give her a little peck on the lips before you both back up and start laughing.

"Oh fans love when we do this one at fanmeets, Mina and Momo have probably the best video of it," Tzuyu says casually.

"Yeah... Mina and Momo really love to tease their fans, don't they?"

You check your phone and notice that Mina sent you a text a few minutes ago.

MN: we weren't too cruel were we?

MN: Momo says she's sorryyyy

MN: she says come back and she'll make it up to you

MN: :(

You are about to put your phone away and ignore her to make her think you're upset with her, before you get a better idea.

"Tzuyu can we take a selfie real quick?"

She looks at you quizzically, "yeah sure but that is such an odd request from you, does this by any chance have anything to do with that erection you had earlier?"

Tzuyu really was a smart one, "how did you... okay yeah you are right."

She thinks for a second, "well it sounds like you want to make someone jealous, I could pretend to give you a blowjob while you send them a picture of it."

"Tzuyu! That's a bit much don't you think," you say while laughing at her abrasiveness, "how about just a selfie while you kiss my cheek instead."

She smiles and her cute dimples appear, "sure!"

You bring your phone up to take the picture while she leans into you, planting her lips on your cheek. You snap the picture and send it to Mina.

Y/N: it's okay, I got this cutie tonight

MN: Momo is upset that you replaced her now

Y/N: well whose fault is that...

MN: kekeke okay you're right, I'll take care of Momo tonight

Tzuyu heads to the bathroom to brush her teeth while you clean up the snacks for her. "Well Tzuyu it's getting late, I should probably head to bed."

"You could just sleep here tonight," she says matter-of-factly, "back home I usually just cuddle with some stuffed animals, but I don't have any here, you could be the replacement for tonight." She begins to blush, "unless you don't want to."

She really was unbearably cute sometimes. The same girl who just offered to give you a blowjob for a picture was now getting shy while asking you to cuddle with her.

"Sure I'll sleep here," you say, "anything that lets me spend more time with you."

You knew that second line would get her and now her cheeks were a bright red. You head to the bathroom to brush your teeth before returning to the bedroom and stripping down to your underwear. You get into the bed with Tzuyu and she grabs onto your arm. Within seconds you pass out.

--

You wake up to the feeling of wetness. You rub your eyes before looking down and seeing Tzuyu licking your erect penis.

"Oh you're finally awake," she says with a smile, giving you another lick.

"Tzuyu what are you..."

"I still owe you from the other day."

Your brain is still trying to turn on and comprehend what is going on. Is she talking about when you packed a few pieces of clothes for her?

"Tzuyu I-"

She brings a finger to your lips to silence you as she starts climbing on you. You just now notice she is completely naked. She looks so stunning as she positions herself above your cock, about to impale herself. Thousands of fans would dream of being in your position right now. Watching as Tzuyu's pretty little lips are about to press down on your body while her cute tits sag slightly in front of your face.

She grabs your penis with her hand as she guides it into her pussy. Once lined up she lowers her body until the entire thing is inside her. She lets out a soft moan.

"Oh you're so big."

She places her hands on your shoulders and begins grinding on you. You're still not sure if you are dreaming. You pull her body closer to yours and put her breast in your mouth. Her tit is so soft in your mouth while her pussy is so tight on your cock. She continues to ride you. You play with her nipples using your tongue until you are satisfied, then you push her up straight to get a better view of her nude body. Her chest is wet with your saliva. You watch your cock repeatedly disappear into her body as she moves up and down.

You rub your hands along the side of her body as if you are tracing the curves with your palms. Her waist is so slim, yet her hips are wide. Her thighs are full and meaty. You keep running your hands up and down her body until you decide to stop and grab onto her hips. Using her hips as support to hold her steady, you begin thrusting your lower body into her.

She starts to scream as you pound her pussy while she rides you. Unable to hold herself straight up anymore she falls forward, her arms keeping her up as they hold onto the headboard of the bed. The view was so perfect now, the harder you fucked her the more her tits bounced in front of you. You maintain your pace. Somehow, as if her body was giving you energy, you manage to keep plowing into her without stopping, without getting tired. You feel her getting tighter. The tighter her pussy gets the closer you get.

You lift her off you and position her on her hands and knees. You give your penis a few seconds of rest before you get behind her and give her butt a loud slap, causing her to yelp. You bring your cock up to her folds, her hourglass figure below you. You guide your tip into her pussy before pausing to grab onto her hips. with one sudden movement you thrust as hard as you can into the young girl. Her pussy, unbelievably tight, engulfs your whole cock.

The first pump makes her scream with passion. You pull almost all the way out before thrusting again and again, the sound of your thighs hitting her from behind filling the air. The wet slaps and her screams creating a sort of lust filled song. The skin of her body makes waves every time you enter her, your balls flailing wildly as you keep up the pace.

She has her face buried in the pillows now as you use her body to fill your desires, taking a mental video of her ass jiggling every time you enter her. You move your hands from her hips down to her ass cheeks and spread them lightly, her asshole put on view. You bring your thumb to her asshole and lightly press around it as you slow down your thrusts. You can feel the muscles of her asshole pushing back on your thumb. No longer screaming out, she begins moaning every time you enter her. You feel yourself close to cumming but decide to hold yourself back, you want to look at her pretty face as you did.

You pull out from her and lay down next to her, watching her torso move up and down with her heavy breaths. Not moving much from her position, she lifts her leg up and you slide under her. She is covered in sweat as you give her a second to catch her breath before grabbing onto her waist and slowly guiding her onto your cock again.

Tighter and tighter and tighter she gets as you begin fucking her again. She is a mess now, unable to formulate thoughts, the only thing Tzuyu can think about is your cock thrusting into her. Her body gets even tighter and it almost starts to hurt with how hard she is squeezing on your cock. You can't hold on any longer and you start to cum.

Your cum goes deep inside her cavern, the warmth and feeling of her body being filled up pushes her over the edge, too. You watch her entire body flex, her abs well-defined and glossy with her sweat. Her arms give up and her body falls onto yours. You bring your hands up from her waist up along her back which is covered in a layer of her sweat. You embrace her body, now gently pumping into her as both of your orgasms subside.

You let her lay on you for a while longer, her soft tits pressed into your pecs. Her body is moving up and down and you can feel every breath she takes. You gently rub her back. "Tzuyu your body is unreal. You are unreal," you say. "I'm surprised I don't feel wings right now because I am pretty sure you are an angel."

She lifts herself up off you and giggles before moving in to kiss your lips. She lays down on her side next to you on the bed, wiping between her legs with the tissue you give her, "you know, I didn't expect you to go so hard."

You remember they have a concert tonight and gasp, "oh my God Tzuyu I got carried away, I'll set up an ice bath for you real quick, I'm sure the hotel staff can help."

She starts laughing, "relax Y/N, I'll be fine."

"Are you sure? Is there anything else I can do to help? Do you want me to get you food?"

"Haha, no really it's okay, let's just say we're even now," she says while smiling, grabbing another tissue from you, "but wow you really filled me up, it doesn't stop coming out."

You look down at her crotch, oozing with white goo, "you know if this is how you are going to pay me back for packing your bags, I think I'm going to back your bags every time from now on."

She smiles and gives you one last kiss before heading to the shower.

--

You head back to your room to shower and get ready to go to the venue early again. You make sure your bag has a couple of items in it for later tonight. You start walking to the elevators when you find Nayeon already there waiting.

"Hello Y/N," she says politely, "where are you going so early?"

"I'm heading to the venue early, you?"

"I was just going to grab some breakfast," she thinks for a moment. "How about you join me, and then we both go to the venue early?"

You check the time, "sure, I managed to get most of the work done last night, I really just need to make sure nothing broke after that."

The two of you take a seat and a waitress comes to take your orders.

"So, how goes the lyric writing?" you ask.

"Much better!" she answers before softly adding, "thank you again, for the encouragement."

"I knew you had it in you," you say, "how about tonight, any concerns?"

"Yeah I'm a little worried it's going to hurt."

You give her an odd look, "umm, I meant about the concert."

You laugh as her cheeks turn red.

"O-oh right, I kn-knew that, I meant it might hurt like if... I-"

"It's okay Nayeon," you save her the embarrassment, "you are completely right, it might hurt."

She gives you a worried look, "is there anything I can do to prepare?"

You ponder her question, "well, outside of the mental, there is one thing we can try. I'll show you once we get to the venue."

--

The two of you take one of the company cars to the venue, accompanied by a driver. The two of you share the backseat and Nayeon sits close to you, holding onto your arm. You feel like she gets some sort of comfort with you, almost like she feels safer when you are with her. You, of course, don't mind her being a bit more clingy than normal lately; you know that she has a lot of stuff to worry about in the upcoming months. You are happy to be there to support her.

You arrive at the venue and get to work doing a thorough check of everything. The first thing you check is the problem with the audio to make sure that got fixed. Then you go to check the lighting on the stage. You play around with the lights until you are happy that there is nothing malfunctioning. You check around the stage, looking to make sure there is no problem with stability anywhere. Then you take a look at the lift, doing a test run. Strictly speaking it wasn't your job, but you always make sure to check that everything is safe. There have been incidents in the industry involving stage injuries, and you would never be able to accept that happening to Twice while you are working for them.

You turn to Nayeon who has been following you around, observing your work. "Want to take a couple pictures on stage?"

She nods excitedly before handing you her phone. You stand on the stage so that the empty seats are behind her and she begins making various poses. She starts by looking at you, her body bending side to side showing off her curves. She winks with her hand in the classic V pose. Then she turns around and lifts her arms up as she faces towards the empty stands. She falls to her knees in the middle of the stage, looking tiny compared to the arena. You take a few more pictures as she turns her head to face you, still bent over on her knees.

"You look so adorable right now."

She smiles, "any poses you want to see?"

You think for a moment before pulling out your own phone. "Are you feeling risky?" you ask as you slightly raise the bottom of your shirt.

She stands up and her face turns seductive as she walks towards you, each step crafted with sexiness in mind, her hips swaying side to side. She takes the hint and looks around to make sure no other staff are present before lifting the bottom of her shirt up to her neck. You snap a picture of her cute tummy. She didn't have the best abs in Twice, but her tummy was probably the cutest, it was extremely tight and flat from all the pilates she did. Her belly button peeked over her pants charmingly. She looks around quickly before pulling her bra down, exposing her breasts. You snap a few more pictures of her, her tits on full display showing off her light pink nipples. She poses sexily in front of you, biting onto one of her fingers.

You hear people walking onto the stage, discussing something amongst each other. Nayeon's eyes grow huge as she quickly fumbles with her shirt, pulling it down and turning away to face the stands again.

"Oh hey Y/N," one of the staff members says. "We were going to set the stage, should we come back later?"

"It's okay we were just taking some pictures," you answer. "Nayeon, ready to go?"

Nayeon turns to you pretending as if nothing happened, her red cheeks clearly visible to you even if the other staff couldn't see it. "Yup!"

The two of you walk backstage.

"Well that was close."

Nayeon glares at you, "you knew they were coming out didn't you?"

You laugh, "I really didn't!"

She looks at you suspiciously, "alright, well lets see the photos."

You check around the dressing room, mostly to make sure the refreshments are stocked. You remember one concert where they didn't have the snacks Momo liked and she got real pouty. Once you are done, you head over to Nayeon who is sitting on one of the couches taking selfies.

"All done?" she asks while looking up at you.

"Yup," you answer, "shall we go find a room for our deal?"

She hops to her feet and grabs your hand excitedly, her grip is a bit tighter than you are used to. The two of you walk around the venue, exploring the various areas. Then you stumble upon a VIP booth. It was situated to the side of the stage, so no one would have been able to book it for the show as the view would have been awful. There was a bar with a few couches and a tinted window overseeing the audience.

"This will work perfectly," you say. "Okay listen, today we are going to do it a bit differently. Since I think we might need a little bit more time, instead of meeting after the show, I want you to come here right after you perform Heat Shaker. This will give us all of Push and Pull and the intermission."

She nods, looking a bit nervous again.

"Nayeon, we don't have to do this if you don't want to."

She shakes her head, "no, I want to do it," she says. "I asked Sana about it last night, she said it hurt a lot."

"Everyone is different," you say as you put your bag down on the bar and open it. "But since you are worried, I am going to prepare you more than I did with Sana."

You pull out a small metal butt plug from your bag and show her. Hey eyes open wide. "You are going to perform today with this in your bum," you instruct as you put the plug in her mouth. You turn her around so that she is bent over the bar and you ease her pants down to her ankles. You crouch down behind her, spreading her cheeks. Her pussy is already wet, and you give her a little rub with your finger before grabbing her cheeks again. Her skin is soft to the touch, no push back as you spread her. You move your mouth forward and give her asshole a few licks, coating it with your saliva.

You stand up and take out the bottle of lube from your bag before removing the plug from Nayeon's mouth. You pour lube on one of your fingers before rubbing it between her cheeks, making sure her entrance is well-coated. You place one hand on her lower back as you bring the plug up to her lubed asshole.

"Okay, this might feel tight for a second but then it will go all the way in and it shouldn't hurt, are you ready?"

"Y-yes," her voice cracks before she clears her throat and says it again with conviction. "Yes."

You push the plug into her and watch as her ass accepts the foreign object. You give her butt a little pat, letting her get accustomed to the new experience. You pull her pants up for her.

"Now if you ever want to take it out, come find me and say you need to go to the bathroom. How does it feel?"

She wiggles her butt a bit, "it feels... strange... it doesn't hurt though."

You watch her do some choreo before the two of you head to the dressing room where you hang out alone for a bit.

--

It doesn't take long before the rest of the Twice members arrive. The once quiet and peaceful dressing room is now filled with energy and chatter as the girls are playing around with each other. You notice Tzuyu grabbing a drink from the fridge and decide to go and see how she's doing, still feeling a bit bad about this morning. You are about to stand up before someone jumps on you, bringing you crashing back down onto the couch.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry!" Momo wails, hugging onto you. She sits up on your lap, "it was Mina's idea."

You sit up, looking at her cute puppy dog eyes as she stares at you expectantly. Initially you wanted to play with her a bit more and pretend to be upset, but she looked far too cute right now, "it's okay Momo, I'm not mad."

Her face lights up and she hugs you tight. Over her shoulder you see Mina sit down on the couch across from you, laughing at Momo's hysterics.

Sana and Jihyo sit down as Momo slides off you, sitting between you and Nayeon.

"What was that all about," Jihyo asks, amused by the situation.

"Momo was being really naughty last night, isn't that right Y/N?" Mina says innocently as if she wasn't involved.

You laugh and wrap your arm around Momo, "yeah but she knows I can't stay mad at her," you say while giving her a squeeze.

"Y/N are you excited?" Sana asks.

"Uhh, maybe?" you respond, not sure what she's referring to.

She pouts, "hmmph, I thought you would be more excited than that."

"Wait I don't know what you are talking about," you try to reason with the upset girl.

Jihyo laughs at your confused expression, "silly Y/N, you're assigned to help Sana with outfit changes tonight."

"Next time I won't specially ask for you if this is how you feel," Sana whines.

Before you can respond, Nayeon speaks up next to you, "oh Sana we haven't picked your encore outfit yet, lets go."

The two girls happily head towards the outfits together, Sana forgetting about you already.

Momo turns to you, "wow you really shouldn't play with her emotions like that." She sees your look and before letting you respond she hugs you tight, "just kidding." 

"Jihyo, I've been seeing a lot of articles about you recently," you say. "Everyone is talking about your stage presence, they keep saying you have the best energy on stage."

"I will admit I've been reading online posts, too," Jihyo says while smiling. "Some of them have been a little less wholesome though."

"What are they saying about me!" Mina pipes up cutely.

"I've been seeing a lot about your abs," you begin before giving the girl leaning on you a little pat on the tummy, "Momo's abs have also been going viral. Jihyo you too, there is actually a picture of the three of you looking absolutely jacked going around the internet."

Mina happily pulls her sweater up slightly and flexes her core. As she does, Chaeyoung and Jeongyeon join the group on the couches.

"I like whatever is going on here," Chaeyoung says as she sits next to Mina.

"Okay Momo," you say as you stroke her hair, "I need to go do something."

She gets off you, "only if you give me a kiss so I know you're not angry," she says while puckering her lips and closing her eyes.

"Ugh Momo you are so icky," Jeongyeon says.

You chuckle softly and give her a quick peck on her mouth before heading over to where Tzuyu was getting her hair done.

You walk behind her and lightly massage her shoulders, "how are you feeling?"

She tilts her head slightly and smiles at you through the mirror, "stop worrying, I told you I'm fine," she says sweetly.

You lean down and whisper into her ear, "I was thinking about you all day while I tried to work."

"Y/N! You are supposed to be helping me with outfits, where are you!" you hear Sana shout.

Tzuyu laughs, "well now you can think about Sana's body."

You give her a light pat on her head before walking over to where Sana and Nayeon are looking through potential outfits. They have two outfits layed out. The first is a pair of white shoes, white knee high socks, blue booty short jeans, an oversized gray sweatshirt, and topped with a white bow. The second outfit is a pair of black knee high leather boots, black booty shorts, and a black crop top sweater.

"Which one do you like?" Nayeon asks.

"They are both so good."

"I'll wear both, but pick one for today," Sana demands.

You pick up the white bow, "this one is incredibly cute." You put the bow down and hold up the tiny black shorts, "but this one will kill every single one of your fans tonight."

Sana's eyes light up, "okay, in Texas we'll do the no pants look, tonight we'll wear all black." She gives Nayeon a hug, "thank you Nayeon unnie."

"You're welcome, now send Momo over, I have to pick hers too."

#smut #fanfic #fluff #twice #kpop #nayeon #jeongyeon #momo #sana #jihyo #mina #dahyun #chaeyoung #tzuyu #jype #male reader #mature

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CHARLIE WATSON x READER

FIXING YOU (PART 3)

A/N: HELLO HELLO PEOPLE! Here's the so longed part 3! Don't you love these two as much as I love them? Stay tuned to find out what they're up to!

I know I say this all the time but thank you so so so much for reading, liking and commenting my stories! Wrong Number and this imagine book reached and passed 100k reads and you don't even know how grateful I am for that. You make my day everyday! ❤️

As always, sending love to all of you ❤️

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Summary: Y/N and Charlie try to fix Bumblebee's problem with a bit of teasing in the middle.

Warnings: none.

Word count: 3393 words.

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"It’s not working- fuck!" Y/N slammed the wrench on the table full of other tools and sighed out in exasperation. They had been trying to fix Bumblebee’s stereo problem at all costs but with no avail and Y/N was getting frustrated. It should be simple. She feels like it should be simple, but she can’t figure out what was missing.

"Hey, no Y/N. We’re close, I can feel it. We just need a little break. Thinking too much will take us nowhere." Charlie walked towards Y/N and grabbed her shoulders, massaging the tense muscles there to get the girl to relax a bit and succeeding almost immediately when she felt the girl’s body ease up a bit. "Bee, you should take a rest too. There are a few movies you can watch here. We’re gonna lay down a bit to take a break. Honk if you need something." Bumblebee nodded gently and turned around in search of a new movie to watch, both girls smiling fondly at how cute the robot looked while doing anything at all. Y/N was pulled out of her thoughts when she felt a hand pull her away her stalling position beside the work table and towards the door that would lead them out of the garage and into the house, "c’mon, we can go to my room for our break." Charlie closed the garage door without letting go of their hands, now with their fingers intertwined together that was causing goosebumps to spread all over their skin, and started walking towards her bedroom, passing by the living room before strolling down the hallway.

"Damn Watson, two times in a day in your room. If you wanted to get into my pants, you just needed to ask." Y/N couldn’t help but joke to light up the sudden heavy air that wrapped over them on the way to Charlie’s bedroom, but she couldn’t help the scorching blush that settled on her cheeks at her innuendo. Little did she know Charlie had the same, if not deeper, color tinting her cheeks at her words, fighting against the butterflies flying around in her stomach while acting like what Y/N just said didn’t affect her at all.

"Ha ha ha. Are you always that funny Y/L/N?"

"Only with you miss Watson."

"Okay well, in this case then, since you’re so extremely funny, you’re lying down on the floor." Charlie retorted with a faux serious expression, lifting her chin up in challenge before throwing herself on her bed and adjusted her body so she was purposefully taking the whole bed, leaving no space on the mattress for Y/N to lay on.

"Oh no. You took the whole bed!" Charlie smiled triumphantly at her teasing and went to retort wittingly to Y/N to lay down on the floor when the girl continued, "oh well, this predicament leaves me no other choice!"

Charlie let a smug, triumphant smile take over her features, only for it to change into a shocked, frighted expression as a loud squeal left her lips when she felt a body collide ungracefully on her own and groaned in pain at the weight on her body. "Y/N! You’re heavy!"

"Shush, I’m trying to find a comfy position." Y/N tossed around for a more dramatic effect before slumping her body on Charlie’s one, mimicking her exact same position on the bed to lay her body perfectly on the brunette’s one. "Ah yes, now it’s perfect."

"Y/N, I’m serious. If you don’t get off of me in 5 seconds, I will shove you off of me." Charlie grunted between her teeth, fighting against the incoming blush at the intimate position they were in and from the Y/H/C girl’s weight on her own, squishing her on the bed, before Y/N snorted at her words.

"I would really like you try smarty paNTS." Y/N didn’t have time to finish her phrase when she felt Charlie move her body to the side to try to throw her off the bed, so she moved quickly and gripped Charlie’s body hard. Their now entwined bodies caused them to fall both off the bed, both grunting out in pain when they collided harshly on the floor, Y/N on her back and Charlie right on top of her. "Nice move Watson."

"It technically is your fault asshole. You clutched on my body."

"Yes, only because you tried to push me off the bed!" Y/N countered back and left out a puff of laughter at their funny discussion.

"You were crushing me!" Charlie reasoned and shook her head in amusement, the glee swirling in Y/N’s eyes freed the butterflies trying desperately to fly around her stomach, increasing in volume only when Charlie noticed the position they were now in after falling off the bed.

"You took the whole bed when you promised me some relaxing time." Y/N countered back, her voice cracking on the last word when she saw Charlie’s eyes flit down on her lips for a brief second before meeting her gaze once again. Holy shit. Y/N pretty much screamed in her head when she felt the brunette shift slightly on top of her, the motions igniting a fire that quickly spread throughout her body and raised her temperature quickly. C’mon Y/N, flirt. Don’t act like a nervous teenage boy. Y/N pep talked herself before clearing her throat and brushing a strand of hair that fell on the side of Charlie’s head behind her ear, watching the brunette’s faint blush intensifying in color, "as much as I’m loving this position we found ourselves in, I would like to really lay down on the bed. My back is killing me."

When Charlie gulped dryly and nodded, not really trusting her brain right now to form coherent thoughts and for her mouth to speak only, Y/N patted herself on her shoulder from pulling the craved reaction from Charlie before sitting up alongside the brunette and laying down on the comfy mattress. "Oh yes, this is much better than the hard floor." Y/N reveled in the softest and the cutest giggle leaving Charlie’s lips and smiled warmly at her, "now c’mere." When Charlie merely looked at her confused, Y/N was quick to clarify her words, "we can resume our position on the floor, I promise I am a great cuddler."

Charlie blushed furiously but moved towards the bed nonetheless, sitting down on the mattress and staring at Y/N’s beautiful features for just a second before laying down on her body, getting comfortable and letting the shivers invade her skin when Y/N circled her arm around her torso and started caressing her back up and down softly. "This feels so good and relaxing." Charlie let out in a soft whisper, sighing out at the relaxing peace wrapping them in a quiet bubble and cuddling more into Y/N while staring into space and playing with a strand of Y/N’s Y/H/C hair.

"Yeah." Y/N agreed a second later, her eyes sweeping over Charlie’s room before settling on a bookshelf full of books, vinyls and movies cassettes.

"How is going with unpacking?" The soft and warm tone coming from the brunette pulled Y/N out of her head and made her look down to meet the girl’s sparking brown irises. She’s so beautiful.

"Pretty good actually. We almost got everything in place. In a few days my mom is going to go to Portland to get a few more things and we’re completely moved in."

"Are you going with her?" Charlie asked gently, lifting her head up a bit to stare at Y/N properly and ignoring at all costs how now their faces were so close to each other.

"It depends. Are you gonna miss me Watson?"

"Of course not. You’re a jerk." Charlie scoffed and slapped Y/N’s stomach when she saw the girl snort out a ‘sure’.

"But seriously, no. My mom is gonna meet with my aunt not too far from here and they are going to spend a few days there together. I’m staying here to tidy up the house a bit while my mom is spending a few days with her sister."

"Who are you staying with?" Charlie asked, hoping her question seemed like she was worrying like a friend should and not because she desperately wanted to ask Y/N to stay at her house while her mom was in Portland.

"No one I think. My mom trusts me so she is letting me stay alone."

"Acting so grown up miss Y/N." Charlie mocked Y/N with a small tut and watched Y/N roll her eyes fondly and smile at her teasing. "You can stay here."

"Really?" Y/N was truly taken aback from the offer, she just met Charlie and even if she felt like she have known her her whole life, she was surprised she offered to let her stay at her place instead of making her stay at home alone.

"Of course! I need to ask my mom, but I’m sure she is gonna say yes. We’re gonna have so much fun! I don’t have work till Monday, so I’m all yours." Charlie pretty much regretted her choice of words as soon as a smirk settled on Y/N’s features.

"Oh is that so?"

Charlie didn’t know where the courage she used to speak up was from, or how she managed to lean their faces so close together their noses were almost brushing, but she was sure as hell she was gonna use it to her advantage, "yes."

"Y’know-" Y/N started with a small intake of breath, Charlie’s perfume invading every cell of her body making her lightheaded, "when I moved here I thought I would lay low and keep myself at a good enough distance from everyone to help my broken heart mend its wounds alone without risking of breaking it again in the process."

"So you basically wanted to become the badass, fuck off don’t talk to me, lesbian walking trope?" Charlie interrupted Y/N’s speech with a small amused smile, her words immediately causing Y/N’s eyes to roll in fond exasperation at the joke and shook her head gently.

"Ha ha, very funny."

"You’re not denying it tho."

"Anyway- I planned to do just that so I could have a chill and relaxing summer. But then I saw you in that amazing uniform-" Charlie scoffed at the clear teasing tone Y/N used when she stressed the word ‘amazing’ out to describe her work outfit, but didn’t interrupt her, "I don’t know, I felt like- the urge to get to know you." They both smiled shyly when Y/N paused a few seconds before continuing, "and fate decided that when I was distracted with throwing a group of people’s frisbee that fell in front of my feet to them, Tina made you trip and spill two cups of lemonade on me."

"Ugh I hate that bitch. She is always trying to make my life a living hell and I don’t even know why!"

"I may have a theory." Y/N responded pensively, her eyes shining with pure affection and sincerity, as she pushed a strand of Charlie’s hair behind her ear, a gesture that made the brunette stomach knot over itself.

"What is it?"

"She is envious." Y/N stated like it was the most obvious thing in the world but Charlie simply stared at her like she grew two heads.

"What? You’re kidding right?"

"I’m not! People like Tina behaves like she does because they are envious of their target." When Charlie kept looking at Y/N skeptically, the Y/E/C girl sighed out softly and cupped her cheek sweetly, caressing her jaw in gentle, smooth circles, "even if I can clearly see you are doubting my words, I can assure you it’s the truth."

"She is the prettiest girl in school and she is rich. On the other hand I-"

"Nope, I’m not going to let you put yourself down. You can’t see what I see Charlie. You are smart, hardworking, passionate and just the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on. Yeah Tina is rich, but she didn’t earn her money. Her father did. On the other hand, you worked your ass off to save enough money to buy a car and what happened? You now have one that is also a fucking robot!" Charlie felt her eyes prickle with tears at the heartfelt words Y/N directed at her, "stop doubting yourself. Fuck what others think."

"I-I- thank you." Charlie stammered with her breath shallower and a lone tear escaping her left eyes, but Y/N quickly wiped it away with her thumb.

"Don’t thank me. I truly meant what I said." And in a second the air around them thickened, wrapping them in an electrifying atmosphere that was making their head gravitate towards each other slowly, a magnetic force that was desperately trying to close the gap between their lips. But just when they were about to lean into that last inch left, a loud honk echoed around the silent house, reverberating through Charlie’s room and both jumped apart in fright, putting a great amount of space between them as they laid side by side staring at the ceiling with short breaths, heaving chests and their hearts beating so loud in their ribcage they were positive the could hear the other’s heartbeat.

"Maybe-" Charlie cleared her throat when her tone was a lot lower than it normally was and got rid of the lump in her throat, "maybe we should go back to working. I think Bee is done watching movies." Charlie attempted to joke to light up this heavy air in the room, smiling triumphantly when she succeeded in that task hearing a short snort of amusement coming from Y/N.

"Yeah, we should get going before he starts honking until we go back to him."

"Oh please, let’s go. I don’t want the whole city to hear his childish behavior."

The two girls shared a heartfelt laugh before sitting up and walking out of the room, both feeling a strange - in a good way - warmth in their chests from what just happened in Charlie’s room. The didn’t notice the other smiling shyly with their cheeks burning in a crimson color on their way to the garage - a blush that disappeared completely once they joined Bumblebee again - .

-

"I have an idea."

"I’m all ears Watson." Y/N sighed out in frustration with their umpteenth attempt of fixing Bumblebee’s problem with his radio and placed the wrench she just used on the work bench, before leaning on it with her butt.

"We can use the Corvette’s radio. It’s brand new." Charlie shrugged and played with the hem of her black tee and looked down at her shoes, not really wanting to meet Y/N’s judgmental eyes at her stupid idea. When Y/N stayed silent, Charlie’s heart fell in the pit of her stomach and was ready to cover it all with a joke, but instead she squealed in surprise when Y/N grabbed her legs and lifted her up, spinning her around in circles in her arms as she looked up at her with pride in her Y/E/C hues, "Y/N, oh my god!" Y/N laughed alongside Charlie, her stomach erupting in frenzy butterflies when the brunette’s melodious laugh reached her ears.

"Don’t ever, and I say ever, put yourself down like you just did. It’s a great idea! Let’s get back to work, c’mon." Y/N put Charlie down and grasped her hand gently, leading her towards the Corvette, grabbing a few tools on her way to the vehicle, to remove the radio from the Corvette and to replace it in Bumblebee’s system.

-

After an half an hour, the two girls finally connected the new radio in and they swore they saw Bumblebee smile at them in appreciation.

"He is really liking our gift." Charlie asked when they tidied up the garage a bit and smiled at Bumblebee when she saw him sitting on the floor and play around with the radio.

Y/N turned around and nodded as her eyes studied the robot and grinned warmly at him before setting her Y/E/C irises on the beauty that was Charlie Watson, "yeah, I’m glad he is happy." Y/N let her eyes stray on the yellow robot for a few more seconds only for them to go back on Charlie when she heard the girl speak up again.

"Wanna go for a ride?" Charlie asked shyly as she fiddled around with her fingers waiting impatiently for Y/N’s answer.

"Yes, but I’m keeping my shirt on today." Y/N quipped with a smug smirk on and saw a blush adorn Charlie’s features and the Y/H/C girl decided to tease the girl a little bit more to see how much she can make the other girl flush. "You have to find other ways to take my shirt off." She nonchalantly added as she passed by her to go put a few tools on the table and noticed how red the girl immediately became at her words. She is so cute.

"I-I-I-"

Noticing how she reduced the brunette into a blushing, stuttering mess, and finding the girl opening and closing her mouth repeatedly really amusing, she decided to have some mercy and draw Bumblebee’s attention, "hey B, are you ready?" The robot looked from the wall full of vinyls to Y/N’s direction and sprinted up right after her question and morphed into his beetle form and opened the doors for them to sit in. Y/N walked on the driver’s side and held the door open for Charlie, "m’lady." Y/N bowed comically at the girl and Charlie snorted amused at the girl’s funny antics, kissing her cheek softly after riding a bold courage wave and now it was Y/N’s turn to blush.

"Get in dork."

-

"What is he doing?" Y/N asked confused when she noticed Bumblebee was still fumbling around with the radio.

"I don’t know. Maybe he doesn’t know how it works. Bee you need to find a station so you can listen to music." Charlie shook her head fondly when Bumblebee kept changing stations every two seconds so the brunette stretched her arm over and lowered the volume so the sound won’t bother them.

"So Watson, where are we going?"

"I wanted to show you a special spot. I go there to think." Charlie side-eyed Y/N and smiled brightly when she noticed the girl staring at her with fondness written all over her face. She is so cute.

"So you think sometimes." Y/N mocked Charlie with a huge smirk and mirth swimming in her eyes, that only intensified when Charlie’s jaw slacked opened at the joke and gasped gently.

"Okay, you are going to get out of my car now Y/L/N." Charlie dramatically declared and pointed at Y/N’s door with her head.

"Oh c’mon it was a good joke!"

"No one laughed, not even Bee, right?" Charlie gasped in shock when Bumblebee honked two times and locked their doors to signal Y/N wasn’t going to get out of the car, as if Charlie would’ve allowed that. "Really Bee? You’re picking her side?" Charlie asked flabbergasted while sending dirty looks at the with her brown eyes full of amusement and fond annoyance.

"Don’t be upset Charlie, I promise it was just a joke!" Y/N slid to her left and sat close to Charlie to wrap her arm around the girl’s shoulder, who left Bumblebee to drive while she decided to resist Y/N’s embrace with her arms crossed and a big pout adorning her lips. "Ohw, even if this pouty face is so freaking cute, I wanna see that dazzling smile of yours." When Charlie’s frown stayed - even if she was literally fighting against every single face muscle from smiling at Y/N’s charming words - Y/N hugged Charlie closer and kissed her temple gently, "okay, I’ll buy you ice cream when we’ll be back."

"And a churro." Charlie murmured gently, causing a soft snort to leave the Y/H/C girl’s mouth.

"And a churro." Y/N relented with a nod and sighed happily when Charlie stopped resisting her embrace and hugged her tightly, "there it is." Charlie blushed furiously after she smiled brightly at Y/N and hugged her closer, both throwing the thought of how intimate their cuddling position was to the back of their minds and reveled in the view in front of them as they drove by.

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[bubblestopia]

an escape from her own mind [Aemond Targaryen AU!]

part 1  part 2 

pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

summary: a silver boy that seeks company to release his own nightmares that follow him even in the lightest places crushes into a heavy reader that seeks alone time in her own world of fantasies.  

word count: 1.461

A/N: please don't be too harsh on judging it, i’m still learning so be patient with me. reblogs and comments are grateful appreciated, I am always open to new ideas and suggestions. I should mention that english is not my first language. 

this is a work of AU! fiction utilising characters from HBO’s House Of The Dragon series.

“I didn’t liked the last book at all, it was too cliché. I mean… every book you read is cliché, but that one, too much. Don’t you ever get bored of those books?”

“Don’t you ever get bored on complaining on the books you wanted to learn more from?” He makes a grimace at her before opening the caffe door. This was already a routine for them, every Wednesday and every weekend they spend time together. As he promised to buy her the coffee in exchange of her reading for him. They also made a deal that he will keep a journal that she is not allowed to read until they finish ten books. That journal should answer all of her questions, she thought. Waiting in line to get the precious coffee, that she feels she can’t function properly without, she asks. 

“Why don’t you ever drink coffee?” “I prefer fine wine to keep me alive during the day” With that, it was their turn to order and before she could speak, he beat her to it, ordering her favourite cup of coffee. “You remembered’ She said with a little bit of shock and blush on her face. “You order that every time, how could I not” With a pout on her soft lips she thought 

“Why don’t we stay here a little bit more for me to drink the coffee and you can get yourself some cake” He looked at her and ordered some sweets too. 

Staying opposite her, he silently wrote on his notebook while she was bragging about the new collection of books that her favourite author just published. When she sees the silver haired boy doesn’t particularly listens to her, she gets up and slides next to him on the couch to get his attention. “there is something you need?” he asks without even looking at her. “only a little bit of your cake. it looks good. Can i?” “go ahead” he pushes the plate in front of her. “after you finish i think it’s time to head off the library to get some time on that reading.” She doesn’t say anything, only nods her head and digs in the sweet pastry. 

Time had passed and they were heading to the library. She already had in mind what book should be started, she believes that this time he will like it more since it has more action than actual romance. 

Opening the door for her as usual, they head off first to a shelve that holds fantasy books. She eyes the specific book but her height is not doing her any favour. He lets out a heavy sigh and gets behind her to reach the book. She can feel the heat that his body leaves, his addictive scent, she closes her eyes to enjoy every aspect of him more, that’s until he clears his throat. Embarrassed she questioned “Why don’t you read this time?” He looks at her and frowns his eyebrows “I found out recently that I quite enjoy your voice.” 

Heading to their little corner she stays to think of something he will enjoys and she adds “I will braid your hair if you do” he would actually love that, but she doesn’t have to know, but also is tempting “Sure, fine. But only today” With excitement she gets a chair for her while he will sit on the floor to start reading. Her frail fingers brush gently in his smooth and long hair. She can feel how well he takes care of it like a precious part of him. At her touch he closes his eye craving for more, he remembers the book in his hands, sighing he opens it and starts reading enjoying her touch more. 

“I don’t understand why would someone start a revolution for a simple girl” He comments on the chapter that was just read. “That” she giggles “Is called love” “No, that is just purely stupidity.” He explained. “You can express your love in other ways. Ways that don’t intend to kill you or your dearest” She ties his braid and adds “Oh look, someone is learning way faster than expected” 

He closes the book and turns around to look at her “I have a good teacher” he said while smirking at her. The blush on her face gives him enough satisfaction for now “It gets late, it’s time to head off” She clears her throat and answers while getting up “Yes, you are right” When they get to the exit they find out that it started raining and it doesn’t give any sign that it will stop soon. Luckily the librarian had an extra umbrella that they can use and return it the next time they come there. “I don’t live too far, you can take it” she pleaded. 

“You will get sick and I don’t intend to be responsible for that” he adds “I will get you home first and then I can go in my way” she agrees and starts leading the way to her apartment. The walk was quiet and quick as she claimed. “You should come to dry first and I can make an exceptional tea in meantime” He doesn’t let out a word but follows her inside. 

Leaving their coats on the hanger, she shows him the way to the small couch. She didn’t had a big place, only the necessity, a room with a couch and a tv, the small kitchen, one bedroom and a bathroom, for her it was enough. All she needed was a place to sleep and keep her many exotic plants. He roams in the room inspecting the pretty flowers that hang on. “I didn’t know you like that much flowers” “You don’t know a lot about me, I might be a serial killer” She says loudly from her kitchen. Taking one more look at her roses he heads off to her. “I might be a killer too” he whisper, being close, too close to her. She turns around to look at him and show him she is not afraid. Some of his hair escaped the braid due to the wind.

If you ask her, he was looking majestic in that moment, the white hair was completing his blue eye, the eyepatch was looking good him, she will not lie about it. His tall figure was touring her, one of his hands was gripping on the table behind her. His pinkish lips were close to her plump ones, she was feeling the connection as much as him “The tea will get cold” she says looking away. “I.. yes you are right” Heading to the sitting room in a suffocating silence with the hot hibiscus tea she just made. “I wanna apologise for my act” he says while getting himself on the soft couch. 

“Please do not apologise” she said “I didn’t mind it” she whispers it more for herself hoping he will not hear, but luck is not on her side. After taking a first sip, smirking he compliments on her skills of making tea “My sister taught me how to make it” she blushes “Do you have any brothers or sisters?” He laughs for a bit and shakes the notebook “you will find out when you read my lady” shock, that’s what you can read on her face 

“I guess those silly books, as you liked to call them, have a good impact on you sir” they both laugh at the silly conversation.

“I should get going” She looks outside and sees the rain has stopped but it’s getting darker. Getting up, he gets the coat and wait on the doorway for one of them to say something. “Good night, I will see you on this weekend to continue the book” she looks up at him but doesn’t say a word, just nods her head. Turning around and prepared to make one step he feels a soft hand gripping his “Is there something wrong?” he asks confused. She gets on her tiptoes, grips gently with her free hand on his collar and kisses his cheek “Good night to you too” her soft voice says. 

He shakes himself from the shock, his hands find the way to her waist, he pulls her closer, goosebumps swarming every part of her body, he locks eyes with her and pulls her face closer, the moment he was craving for secretly happens, he kissed her, on her pinkish and plum lips, their eyes are closer trying to enjoy the moment as much as they can. When they brake the kiss, it leaves a tingly feeling. “Indeed a very good night” he smiles truly at her and says his goodbye.

The feelings she was having left her waiting to meet him again impatiently.

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[sankttealeaf]

wip wednesday!! [18/10/23]

thank you for the tag @theviridianbunny!!!! i actually have stuff to show today :D some of it are requests, most of it is just shameless self-indulgent writing. i am nothing if not cringe (in the most positive way ever)

if you want an excuse to share something you're working on, take this as your sign!! i tag YOU to share some work!!

WRITING WIPS:

here's a few snippets of what i've been writing lately!

BG3: HEALING HANDS | astarion x gn!reader [requested]

"Either I leave and let slip to everyone how close you are to greeting death, or you let me help you," he says, and you wish your hands weren't so badly hurt or else you would have hit him. You always found yourself butting heads with Astarion, and now he was offering to help you?  Neither option was ideal. On one hand getting him away would be perfect, but then everyone else will swarm and fuss over you and you don't feel like dealing with that. With a heavy sigh, you place the washcloth in his hand.  "See? That wasn't so hard now, was it?" His voice oozes sarcasm and you glare at him. He squeezes out some of the excess water and begins to clean up your face. "Why don't you want to ask for help?" Astarion asks gently, wiping away the dried blood that coated your forehead. "We're a team, aren't we?" "You're one to talk," you snap back, though the intensity of your tone is crushed by the hiss of pain you let out when he presses against one of the deeper cuts on your face. "Ouch! You bastard." "If you aren't nice, then I guess I'll be rough with you," he says with a simple shrug, brushing some hair from your face. "Be good for me, alright?"

hit a slight writers block with this as i do not know where to progress further. hopefully my muse will return from war.

BG3: (currently unnamed fancy party intel gathering fic) | potential poly party x reader

With the threat of Absolute cultists marching on the city imminent, you were pressed for time to try and work out exactly who you were up against when it came to Orin and Gortash. You were well aware of the slippery masks Orin wore, posing as too many people already for your liking, her words laced with a hunger for blood to be spilled, but you knew nothing when it came to the latter. Well, next to nothing.

BG3: A Worse Situation Than A Cave In (wip title) | astarion x gn!reader | sequel to trapped

It's always a welcome breath of fresh air when you could bed down in an actual bed, so when you come across an inn on your journey you've already worked out how much it would cost for a night there than on the road. By the looks of it, your companions also wanted to spend the night in somewhat comfort. You decided to partner up for the rooms, to cut the costs and save your gold on useful things. The old lady at the front desk told you they have three rooms available, two of them can sleep two people and one of them could sleep three.  Lae'zel, Shadowheart and Karlach teamed up together, with Karlach loudly announcing for a 'girls night' while Wyll and Gale claimed one of the two bed rooms. Which left you and Astarion to take the other. You didn't mind, really. After everything that you both went through on that awful treasure hunting lead you suppose it would be nice to spend some time with him away from damp caves. You push open the door, ready to unload your bags onto the floor when your face falls. One bed, big enough for two people. You give Astarion a look as he pokes his head into the doorway.  "Oh." 

what's worse than being trapped in a cave? only one bed. duh.

BG3: let sleeping dogs lie | rue (my durge) x gortash

"Why do you have lemongrass scented soap in your cupboards?" She turns the questioning onto him as he leaves, beginning to light up some candles that were placed along the walls of the bathroom. "You complain when I don't have anything up to your standards, and yet when I do you question me?" He pauses in his tracks for a moment. Rue notices now in the soft warmth of candlelight that he is shirtless and something inside of her feels… angry? Annoyed? Flustered? What was this feeling?  "I'm simply curious."  He laughs and she grits her teeth. "Our alliance is only as strong as the bonds we forged them with. A happy business partner means a happy transaction." When enough light is now in the room he stops, taking a few steps closer to Rue. "Doesn't the idea of lemongrass soap make you happy?" She forces herself to hold his gaze and it's then she realises why she's so irritated at this gesture. The idea that Gortash has been listening to her complaints, her comments for better smelling soaps, her need to hide the smell of murder from her once the day is done makes her feel seen. Exposed. Spread open for the whole world to gaze upon. It irks her and for some reason she cannot stop thinking about what he must've looked like purchasing it. Gortash keeps his eyes locked with hers and tilts his head ever so slightly, awaiting a response. She breaks eye contact first and goes to snatch the bottle out from the cupboards. "Draw me a bath."

considering making this like, a multichapter thing documenting rue + gortash throughout their mutually beneficial alliance. i have many brainworms about durgetash right now,

ART WIPS:

did you know i also draw? i've been posting less art over on my instagram just because i never finish anything and sometimes i am allowed to keep art to myself, but here's some pieces i'm pretty proud of that i've done this past week!

had this idea in my brain to show rue (my durge) pre and post tadpole with the one she cares most about. something something to be loved is to be changed. not sure if i like the posing on the rue + gale one so it may change i just needed to get this idea down. also gale and rue's ship name is chaosweave and i need everyone to know that bc its the coolest thing ive ever come up with

and that's that! i have so many ideas swirling around in my brain all the time it's hard to get them all down coherently yknow?? i also have a few requests i'm gathering ideas for so if you've dropped anything in my ask box just know it's brewing in my brain like a soup!! (also feel free to drop in just to say hi :D)

anyway i am off to plan my dnd session some more and hopefully not get too distracted by other things (thats a lie, i will!)

#wip wednesday #; tarlya talks #bg3 fanfic #bg3