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wisteriaw0rld · 10 months

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-ˋˏ ༻genya x reader༺ ˎˊ-

||Genya x Reader

||Additional Tags: Fluff, Gn! Reader, Reader mentioned to be naked, (nothing sexual, just chilling in the hot springs)

||Being a Hashira has always been tiring. So when you had arrived at the Swordsmith Village, you had finally felt at peace and less overwhelmed. Especially when you found their famous hot springs.

“Can you make it feel like home if I tell you you’re mine?” -Lana Del Rey

The sound of your feet hitting the stone steps below you could be heard as well as your soft humming. A few moments ago, Ms. Kanroji had visited you, informing you of the hot springs that they had there. You told her you would join her later on and now you were heading up there. Until you heard loud yelling coming from the top of the stone staircase. A sad voice that sounded exactly like Mitsuri’s.

“Y/N!!” Before you could comprehend what had happened, Mitsuri grabbed hold of your shoulders with visible tears in her eyes. Suddenly, she quieted her voice, glancing over at where the staircase led, the hot springs.

She looked over at you, even more tears now as she attempted to speak quietly, despite her nervous and shaky tone. “Y/n!! The young boy up there wasn’t talking to me! He ignored me completely! I’ve never been ignored like that before!” She whisper yelled over to you, trying her best to make sure that whoever was up there wouldn’t hear her telling you this.

“What boy?” You asked curiously, gazing over to the small view of the hot springs you could make out. The moment that slipped out of your mouth, Mitsuri’s hold on your shoulders tightened and she began shaking you rather aggressively. Your head moved back and forth repeatedly as Mitsuri began crying loudly once more.

“Shinazugawa!” She blurted out immediately before quickly taking her hands off your shoulders and covered her mouth. “Shinazugawa..!” She restated now in a hushed voice with small tears still brimming her eyes.

“Sanemi’s here!?” You exclaimed, jumping back slightly considering you never got along well with the white haired hashira. If he was there, you were keen on changing your mind and skipping the bath in the hot springs.

“No, No! His brother.” She corrected while now holding onto your hands tightly.

You tilted your head slightly in confusion, from what you knew, Sanemi never mentioned having a brother. “Well, if you want you can join me in the hot springs so you’ll have someone to talk to.” You offered with a small smile. Mitsuri hastily shook her head.

“Y/n, I can’t go back! That would be so embarrassing if I show up again!” Mitsuri whined before departing from you with a wave, running down the stairs before continuing her loud embarrassed sobbing.

You watched as the pink and greened haired girl slowly disappeared from your line of vision. ‘Sanemi’s already quite rude, hopefully his brother isn’t the same…or worse..’

With a small turn, you continued your way back up the stairs, only very few to go before you made it to the hot springs.

It didn’t take long to find the hot springs. And it also didn’t take long to notice the young boy that Mitsuri had been telling you about. You stared silently for a while, only seeing his back as he was turned the other way. You shrugged, taking off your bathrobe and swiftly hopping in.

The water felt nice, just as you had expected. Although the smell of the hot spring wasn’t as pleasant. But it was fine enough for you to ignore and disregard. Despite the raven haired male not turning around once to acknowledge your presence, it was obvious he knew you were there. Unfortunately, that only managed to create an awkward silence as his back was facing you and he practically hadn’t moved an inch since you got in.

You slowly bit your bottom lip. If you chose to stay silent, the awkwardness would only get worse. But if you said something, you were sure he would ignore you as he did Mitsuri. And that really wouldn’t fail to make you more embarrassed.

Seeking to ignore him being there to make yourself feel less awkward, you continuously averted your gaze anywhere else you could.

You mentally groaned, deciding it would be better if you at least try to make small talk. Hopefully you wouldn’t end up as Mitsuri did. It wouldn’t be too bad, right?

“You’re Shinazugawa’s brother, right?” You questioned with nothing else to say. The boy suddenly turned to look at you, the hot water swishing ever so slightly. No answer. Just a deadpanned stare coming from him.

You shifted uncomfortably, awaiting an answer you had a feeling you wouldn’t receive from him.

“You and your brother don’t seem much alike. You’re much cuter.” You stated with a small closed eyed smile, remembering a day ago in Swordsmith when Mitsuri told you giving a compliment can sometimes help people open up.

No answer.

A small sweat drop appeared on your forehead as your smile slowly but surely began faltering. Your eyes remained close in fear that if you opened them, that deadpanned state would only harden.

Yeah, you were right. I mean, you couldn’t keep your eyes closed forever. You opened them a few moments after, the same stare he had on you before not fading in the slightest. The only thing different was the small shade of red on his cheeks.

Your eyes squinted, inspecting him more to see if you could at least determine why he wasn’t speaking. Either he was just as ill-mannered and impolite as his older brother, or he had a reason for ignoring you and Mitsuri.

After all, the both of you were Hashira’s. It wasn’t every day you got ignored. Especially by someone in a lower rank of the corps.

‘Oh.’ You finally determined after a small while of staring back at him intently. ‘He’s nervous?’

His nervous demeanor only got worse the moment he realized you were staring at him without looking away.

“Are you nervous? You don’t have to be.” You finally spoke again, another small smile showing on your lips while you moved into a more comfortable position.

Genya’s face was quick to turn into a darker shade of red as his eyes focused on something else instead of you. Of course, he wouldn’t admit something like that. Especially to a Hashira that was the same age as him.

“How would you like to join me for dinner? That way I could learn more about you. I really didn’t expect a fellow hashira to have a brother the same age as me. It would be nice to make a new friend.” You ranted on, the new smile on your face not disappearing once.

Ignoring a hashira had been one thing. But declining a nice offer from one was a completely different thing. None the less when the hashira is pretty.

“Are you fine with that?” You heard the boy mutter, now looking in your eyes once more.

“Mhm!”

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After the two of you had stayed in your room together, you began talking endlessly to Genya. He didn’t exactly say much to you, it was obvious he was still nervous.

You didn’t want him to be. You already got him to agree to hang out with you again tomorrow. And genuinely, you had been excited to make a new friend.

In the middle of telling a story while laying on the floor bored, you heard a small laugh come from Genya, making your cheeks heat up in the smallest way. A smile fell on your lips. Progress, right?

Your gaze averted over to Mitsuri who was peeking through a small crack in the door, watching you and Genya get along. She was still quite sad herself she was ignored, but seeing you make a friend your age in the demon slayer corps brightened her mood.

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Time for a Taisho Secret!: When Genya noticed you in the hot springs, it wasn’t the first time he had ever seen you before. He had actually first saw you in the butterfly mansion and really wanted to say hi, but felt too embarrassed to do do. Especially since you’re a hashira. (He also heard your conversation with Mitsuri about him and felt really bad about it. When he opened up to you more, he asked you about a way he could apologize to Mitsuri.)

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brujawrites · 2 months

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✧ ˚ · . 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 —

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏: "𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞," | masterlist | next chapter

contains: suguru x female reader, shoko ieri, college au, modern setting, college!suguru, english major!suguru, pining, slow burn, inspired by lana del rey lyrics, 18+ ONLY MDNI

synopsis: meet reader! see how suguru and reader's paths have crossed before and why we're especially excited to see him in class this final semester. chapter 1 of a series so there's alot of background being set up!! ao3 - kofi - playlist - pinterest

"sometimes I feel like i've got a war in my mind, I wanna get off but I keep riding the ride, I never really noticed that I had to decide to play someone's game, or live my own life -- and now I do. I wanna move out of the black, into the blue,"

— "Get Free", Lana Del Rey

Suguru Geto was so cool to you. He just exudes an air of captivating mystery, a quality that draws you in. You found a reflection of yourself in him — the curious, introspective soul that found joy in dissecting and analyzing literature and movies for the sheer pleasure of finding a deeper meaning in art. This was a stark contrast to the persona you currently inhabited. Ever since you got everything you thought you wanted by joining the sorority, there’s this “hot girl” facade you’ve been keeping up. You had to, at least you tell yourself that. Being Vice President of the sorority, the hair and nail appointments every couple weeks, the packed schedule every single week, consumed by obligations at work, for the sorority, date functions, or mixers with fraternities — it was everything you thought you wanted.

The past two years had been hard in an unconventional way. You were suddenly best friends with over 60 girls, learning about what it meant to be a ‘sister’, navigating your academic life, new found social life, & trying to not fail miserably.

Meeting Suguru in Spanish class two years ago may have actually been around the time things started to get overwhelming. The sight of him walking into the bustling lecture hall remains etched in your memory. His raven black hair gracefully framed his cheekbones, a striking contrast to his fatigued expression. He calmly looked around the room for a potential seat when his gaze suddenly met yours, his velvety dark eyes sending what felt like a jolt of electricity through you. Immediately, you looked away, intimidated by such abrupt intimacy. As the moment drifted away, you couldn’t help but steal more glances, mesmerized by the effortless allure of his hair half-tied, and admiring the contrast between his hair and the crisp white of his band tee. Your hungry eyes lingered on the sight of his strong, lightly tanned forearm, the muscles flexing as he set his bag on the ground in front of his feet.

A small smirk played on your lips as the facts informed the fiction, aligning your romanticized narrative with reality — you liked him. You wanted him… right? It seemed like a recurring pattern, a new infatuation added to your roster each semester, you were starting to hate how your mind went to those places when looking at complete strangers. He settled into his seat a few rows ahead, to your right. The rest of the hour-long class went by as your attention wavered from the professor's lecture to the constant pings of the pledge class' group chat on your laptop, all while thoughts of this enigmatic boy swirled through your mind. What was it about him? Obviously, his looks played a role — he was undeniably attractive! But there was an unspoken allure about him that resonated with you. Something remarkably genuine.

He was attractive, but not like the frat boys you had started to learn — those confident, almost arrogantly charming boys supported by the rowdy group of self identified brothers. Suguru stood apart in that way, his demeanor stoic, shrouded in enigma. You, on the other hand, were no different than those frat boys. Donning your Greek letters, surrounded by sisters at parties or on campus, you exuded a confidence that was empowering. But when you’re all alone, face to face with a cute guy, maintaining prolonged eye contact feels like you’re in over your head.

A twinge of disappointment grew inside you as the realization set in; you haven’t changed. You hadn’t felt the profound shift you had envisioned when justifying your sorority membership to friends back home. College was supposed to be a fresh start, a chance to compensate for feeling like a loser in high school. Encountering someone like Suguru served to remind your of your discomfort within your own skin, in your clothes. Despite this, you pressed on, going through the motions because you thought that was what would make you happy. You thought it was what you wanted.

That concern quickly snowballed into a full-fledged personal identity crisis, intensifying by the time you were twenty-one. Everyone your age experienced that overwhelming anxiety about the trajectory life seemed to be going in, right? You were pretty aware that these insecurities stemmed from your less than wonderful experiences in grade school. The desire to be accepted, to belong, felt deceptively straightforward but in reality, it was complex. Seeking validation through association of status started to overshadow authentic connections, a realization that took two years to hit. Stepping down from the exhaustive responsibilities of the exec board of your sorority, a position that took way too much time and stress, you now craved a final semester dedicated to your genuine pleasure. No more putting on a facade, no more living for appearances.

So, when you trudged through the cold, grey January air to your senior seminar to find three or four other students, you immediately slipped into your unnatural facade, feigning interest in your phone screen instead of others around you that actually held your interest. So much for not living up to appearances, you thought silently to yourself when he walked in.

Suguru Geto. The name alone sent a jolt through you, so seeing him walk into the room sent a surge of excitement swiftly followed by a pang of panic. Today, he looked impeccable. His hair effortlessly framing his features, a brown flannel that accentuated out the deep hues in his eyes, paired with a white crewneck & off-white khakis. Simple, but something about it brought on a flush of warmth over your body. As he moved closer to your side of the classroom, the facade threatened to crumble. Buried in your phone, pretending to text your roommate, Utahime, just trying to avoid the prospect of awkward eye contact or embarrass yourself by speaking to him.

Your attention is lifted from the screen when the desk in front of you starts to shift. Suguru stood before you, unfastening his backpack, meeting your gaze. You silently hoped your flushed cheeks weren’t betraying your emotions as you offered the boy a friendly grin. After all, the two of you knew each other. A soft smile grew on his lips before he turned away, settling into his seat before class.

Yeah, you think to yourself, recalling that you and Suguru had crossed paths before, that it wasn't a fantasy you made up. Last Spring you took that boring poetry theory class together. That professor was super strict & everyone in the class realized it at the same time when he revealed the daunting project: reconstructing a Wikipedia page for an ancient poem. You got a B for the midterm, Suguru got a D and was shocked to see your grade so much higher than his. “Everyone got a super low score,” you remember him rationalizing, a touch of defeat in his tone. There was nothing you could really say back to him thanks to the slight intimidation that comes from talking to someone so effortlessly cool. Handsome, even.

“Yeah, I’m not entirely sure how I managed that score either. I didn’t really know what I was doing.” You admitted, not intending to mislead, but also recognizing you had no actual insight to give.

“I’m gonna call Shoko and see what she got. See ya later,” he waved before strolling over to the bike rack, phone already at his ear with Shoko on the dial. You tentatively wave back, feeling a peculiar sensation settling in your stomach. You noticed Shoko and Suguru in class together, but they’re dynamic never struck you as particularly flirtatious. They were definitely close though. It was funny for you to think back to the immense crush you had on him the spring semester one year before, only for fall semester to roll by — out of sight, out of mind. And then, there you were a year later.

The digital clock on the wall hit 9:30 right as the professor entered, exchanging morning greetings before setting up the projector. The first class of your last semester is starting now, causing a subtle flutter in your stomach. It was surreal that just four years ago you got lost in this exact building during orientation week. You had experienced a myriad of changes within yourself since starting university. Why did you feel such shame about it? Because it’s not you, you quietly reasoned to yourself. As Suguru adjusted in his seat in front of you, his hair and big shoulders encroaching on your desk space, the subtle whiff of his black-cherry scented cologne served as a gentle reminder of your conundrum.

Okay, so you’re into him.

This time, you silently told yourself, you’re actually going to do more to get to know him. Usually, your interest in men gravitates towards fraternity-affiliated boys, but after two years of mingling with them, nothing felt truly authentic, worthwhile, or genuine. Reflecting on the time an upperclassman in another sorority was gushing about her parents meeting through Greek life at a mixer — you could barely mask your dismay at the notion of finding a lifelong partner within that circle. Gradually, you learned to adapt to navigate those environments with copious amounts of alcohol among other substances. They served as a mask, veiling the disdain some of those young men would bring out in your expression. Their thoughtlessness with their dicks and carelessness with their words often left you repulsed and disheartened..

“Alright,” the disappointment in your professor’s voice snapped your attention back to the room. “Well, you were expected to have had that reading done for today’s discussion. Given that only two of you have actually taken the initiative of checking their emails before class, we’ll need to end early. Check your email for Thursday’s assignment as I’ll be sending it out briefly.” The sound of zipping bags and shuffling papers filled the room as the Professor’s words trailed off, students preparing to leave. Both you and Suguru remained seated, attentive. Hot, you thought. A man with respect for women speaking. “Thursday’s discussion will cover today’s missed discussion along with the planned agenda for our second meeting. See you then.”

She nodded briefly in your direction, and a faint warmth spread across your cheeks from the unexpected attention. Only two of you completed the reading? That caught your curiosity, and it seemed Suguru shared that sentiment. Pivoting in his seat to face you, his grin returning with your flush. “Hey,” his voice, smooth and gentle, made the corners of your mouth instinctively curve upwards.

“Hi,” you replied with a playful smirk, casually tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“Did you do the reading?” Suguru’s voice lowered, his gaze discreetly scanning a few classmates nearby. You responded with a nod and a soft giggle.

“Did you?” You teased back, your own voice barely above a whisper. You felt like jelly when he rewarded you with a chuckle. Oh man, you thought silently.

“Yeah, I did. It’s just... none of it really made sense. Wondering if you might have some notes or something you could share,” he admitted as you both gathered your belongings, preparing to leave. You suddenly felt self conscious about your outfit, conscious of his attention. You and Suguru were unintentionally matched with your puffy, white turtleneck and shades of brown from your plaid mini skirt complementing his flannel. The leather knee high riding boots didn’t exactly match his black Converse in style, but certainly in color — you just worried it was too… girly. You hoped he wouldn’t write you off for your affiliation to Greek life.

“Um, I did read it, but I have a bit of a weird approach... Do you have a class next or are you free for a bit?” the words spilled out before you could second guess yourself. Yes, keep going, you urged yourself silently as you led the conversation with Suguru into the hall. He can’t make assumptions without knowing you, you reminded yourself. He nodded agreeably, indicating he had some time to spare, then suggested grabbing a table at the coffee shop near campus. As you exited the building together, you decided it was time to let him see the real you.

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444rockstargf · 3 months

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BROOKLYN BABY. - euronymous

✩♬.ᐟ now playing: brooklyn baby. - ultraviolence

⊹₊⋆ synopsis: my boyfriend's in a band...

✮⋆˙ [tags] @faesucksass @lustkillers @mayathepsychic1999 @josibunn @si1nful-symph0ny @vanlisbon @livingdead-reilly @oliviah-25 @lankysimp @auggiethecreator @livingdead-materialgirl @monkeyfart

female!reader x r!euronymous

word count: 1.0k

contents: mentions of sex, some fluff, cheating, emotional euro

they all said that you were too young to love him. wherever you went with him, you could feel the stares of judgment following your every step. your friends, family, and even his bandmates couldn’t wrap their heads around the fact that you were with the lord of darkness himself. but he made you feel free. like a raven and a dove. opposites truly did attract.

you often wondered about how odd it was when you stumbled across him. you were a cool, careless teenager with a love for metal that you couldn’t explain. then you saw him, his dark long hair, that icy gaze, and the way his fingers danced across those electric frets. you could churn out and endless amount of novels just on how effortlessly he caught your eye that night.

then it was official. your heavy metal, goth boyfriend was in a band. you felt superior knowing that you were dating the eye candy that shredded on stage. and when you were alone, he’d play his guitar quietly as you sang to him. behind closed doors, you would decorate his hair with bows, roses, and even feathers, getting him all dolled up for you as slow music played in the background. you listened to all the records he owned, whether they were his or not, and teased him whenever you came across something that wasn’t death metal.

you got down to all sorts of music, but smooth jazz had put a chokehold around him. he would go from rocking out to metal, to fucking you senseless as you played your jazz collection for him, his cock pounding into you as he buried his head into your chest, holding you tenderly. his rough exterior melted away instantly as he felt your warm breath running down his neck, your sweet whimpers sounding like music to his ears as he filled you up so, so well.

the criticism never went away. you were young and ignorant, not knowing the consequence that could come with associating with him. you knew how dumb you were, opening your heart to such a dangerous man without a second thought. but you knew him in a way that no one else could understand. they could paint you and him in a bad light all they wanted, but you didn’t give a damn.

he was the thing that you had been missing your whole life. you were like fire and water, like the wind and the sea. he burned up, and you cooled him down, helping him enjoy the little things in life, even though he was too blind to see. though your relationship was frowned upon, you knew it was perfect. you’re opposites simply allowed you to understand each other on a tangible level.

but times had changed, and soon enough your boyfriend became the hottest thing in town. the crowd in his concerts had doubled, then tripled in size, and he began drawing in a new audience. girls who didn’t actually care about music, or the art that went into it. they wanted to be as cool as he was and roll around in his sheets for a little. but he loved the attention. he basked in all the glory, and even gave into the groupies every once in a while. you had confronted him many times, but he never liked the way you said it. you had brought him up to where he was today, and if he didn’t appreciate it, he could just forget it.

the word spread across town like wildfire. “did you hear, my boyfriend’s in that band.” you heard it around countless times from hundreds of girls a day. you still showed up at his concerts, but you didn’t know why the hell you bothered. you always caught a glimpse of him after a show, his hand up a different girl’s skirt every day. you fucking hated it.

he couldn’t deny that he was enjoying the publicity, but he was unable to shake the memory of you from his mind. with he new girl he brought to his place and threw out just as quickly, he felt a new part of his heart starting to ache. you had loved him when he was nothing, and he discarded you as soon as he turned into somebody. he had turned into the exact thing that he swore against, and he hated himself for it.

he saw you in the crowd one night, hands shoved in your pockets as you focused on everything but him. he’d made plans for after the show, but he spotted you walked alone and he had to take his take. he ran up behind you, sheepishly tapping you on the shoulder. you turned around, meeting his gaze with your own, your expression instantly hardening. he backed down a little, looking at the ground and fidgetting with the zipper of his dark leather jacket.

you scowled as he met your eyes. he tries to smile, but it comes out as a grimace. “l-long time no see. how’ve you been?” you could tell that he was struggling to make conversation, so you softened your face a little. “guess you’re famous and all that.” you flick the dark red guitar pick necklace that hung from his neck. the one that you had given him all those months ago. his cheeks flush with embarrassment as he clears his throat. “yeah…” he looks down at the necklace. “i never do a show without it. brings me good luck or something.”

you smile a little, rolling your eyes. “so that’s what’s helping you bring all these girls in, huh?” your tone was laced with bitterness, and his face fell once more. he took a deep shaky breath, trying to find his words. “about that, i owe you an apology. i-i…” he swallows hard. “it was real shitty of me to leave you like that. i think about it every day and… i’ve missed you.” you smirk a little, giving him a light slap on his chest. “so, the lord of darkness isn’t so cool now?” he shyly brushs his hair out of his face, feeling his heart throb. “not as cool as you, baby.”

with that, he scooped you into his arms and kissed you deeply, his heart melting as it filled with the sensation that it had missed so dearly. a small crowd had gathered around you, murmuring, but you didn’t care. he was all yours once again.

author's note: it wont let me update the stupid masterlist yall :))

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pattypanini · 2 months

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Lay All Your Love On Me

Chapter 4- Drunk Words, Are Sober Thoughts

Josh Kiszka x Reader

Word Count: 6,384

AN: Hi everyone! Here is the fourth chapter of Lay All Your Love On Me from me and @mar-rein12! Thank you so much for all the support on our last three chapters. Here is the taglist incase anyone wants to be added to it: TAGLIST. We hope you enjoy chapter 4, Drunk Words, Are Sober Thoughts.

Also get ready for smut because it doesn't end from here, only gets worse. LOL

Next chapter coming next Tuesday!

Warnings: 18+, SMUTTTTT, 69, Tit fondling, Fingering, Oral (F and M receiving), Angst, Flirting, Cursing, Hickeys, Nudes, Sexting.

y/n's POV

Your last class of the day, Music History, went by pretty fast. Coming to the University of Michigan, you were set on Musical theater being your major, but from listening to Charlotte talk about her major, elementary education, you fell in love with the idea of being a teacher. From there, you observed some music classrooms in your area and knew you had to make a change. You're now a Music Education Major and can’t wait to teach the youth all about your passion.

It's very sunny and warm today, which normally would have led to you picking out a tank top and shorts, but due to the marks all over your chest you opted for a black shirt with a higher neckline and black shorts paired together with your white Hokas. Although the sun felt good on your skin it wasn’t good for your hangover.

Normally a loud upbeat song would be the way to go for after class, but due to the way you’ve been feeling, Groupie Love by Lana Del Rey was the smarter option. You were perfectly content in the moment but your music was suddenly brought to a halt as you felt your headphones being pulled down around your neck..

As you turn to see who it is, you meet the last person you’d want to see, Josh. But something was off, he seemed cocky.

“Hey mama, have a good time last night?”

What is he going on about?

“What?” You ask annoyed.

“Well you seemed to be having a loose night. I have a question, am I always on your mind or were those texts also ‘not meant for me’?”

What. What is he talking about? Your mouth opens to defend yourself, “ I- um, I don't… know what you’re talking about.”

“I’ll see you in there” leaning into your ear, “little cum slut.” He winks and slaps your ass making you jump. He starts walking away into the building.

Immediately, your hand goes to your pocket, opening your messages. Holy shit.

11:14pm y/n: God Josh, I can’t stop thinking about you

11:30pm y/n: I hsd a dream about you, it was so hot.

11:31pm y/n: Fucking me from bwhind, you were calling me a cum slut. I wanna be your cum slut, Josh.

11:54pm y/n: You shoudl come over.

11:55pm y/n: You're probably sleeping like a loser, come over Joshy.

No way. There is actually no way.

You begin to make your way towards the bench outside the building and reread the texts.

You could throw up. You did not recall sending a single one of those text messages. The first text, whatever, but the others… now he has the high ground on you. You can’t go to this practice. He probably thinks you’re a fucking idiot.

You would never care if you sent a drunk text to anyone else, but he’s different. How stupid could I be?

No, you couldn’t let that douchebag win. You pick up your bag and your head, making your way into the building.

You push past the doors, walking with a purpose. Once you get to the room you walk through the doors to see Josh staring at the doorway, as if he was waiting for you to walk in. As you make eye contact your eyes go to him, then to the raven haired girl, next to him.

Wait, why is he talking to her. Josh would never be caught dead talking to “extras,” he's too good for that. So why is she an exception?

JOSH’S POV

God will she ever stop talking. Sophia has nothing of worth to say to you. Normally, you wouldn’t talk to other people on the cast, they're not on your level. She's hot, not your normal type, but you’d do it at least once.

y/n is putting on the act that she's chill, but nothing she’d say or do could convince you after seeing her reaction to the text she sent. You felt kinda bad, but it’s probably something she does a lot.

“Alright everyone!” You hear Coleman scream obnoxiously. “y/n, Josh, I assume you guys worked something out?”

You look at y/n and she's nodding with a big smile on her face, what is she so giddy for?

As everyone clears the stage you and y/n meet in the middle of it. “Okay so since you guys worked things out lets go from the Lay All Your Love On Me scene, got it? Not the speaking, straight to the singing.”

You look at y/n and once again she's smiling ear to ear.

She has a pretty smile. It lights up the room, whether it's fake or not.

You try your best to tune out your thoughts. You climb up your fake rock wall and the music begins and you count yourself in to start singing.

As you make your way down the steps y/n is looking at you with a certain type of eyes.

Not of innocence, but of lust.

“Now everything is new. And all I’ve learned has overturned, I beg of youuuuu.” You sing, leaning in close to her, lips less than an inch apart.

She pushes you and your body slams hard against the wall behind you. You sensed real anger behind that one.

“Don’t go wasting your emotionnn, Lay all your love on meee.” She sings as her hands drag softly down your body, her nose touching yours.

Her vanilla perfume smells so good, it's intoxicating.

As the scene goes on, she continues to mesmerize you. She begins kneeling to the ground, you mirror her.

She crawls to you, her back arched, hips swaying side to side. Usually she’d wear a lower cut shirt, but assuming because of the hickeys, she wore something a little higher neck. You wish she had worn a v-neck. Her tits are perfect.

“A grown-up woman should never fall so easily.”

She finally meets with you, leaving no room for innocence.

“I feel a kind of fear.” Her eyes fasten to yours.

Her hands start at your chest once again, something she would have never done before. With every inch they trailed down, you expected her to stop, but she never did.

“When I don’t have you near.”

They make it to your waistband.

“Unsatisfied, I skip my pride.”

And caresses your already hard dick, leaving it for a moment.

“I beg you dearrr.”

You can’t hold back. Your hands go to her neck and push the hair off her shoulders and inch your mouth closer to her mouth, edging her as you both kneel in front of each other.

You begin to sing. “Don’t go wasting your emotion.” You place one hand on her back, lifting her torso up into you, and press her into your chest, brushing her tits into you as you gently lay her to the ground.

Leaving little space, you press down, pushing your dick onto her pelvis. You watch as her eyes widen a tad and a slight chuckle travels past your lips.

“Lay all your love on meeee.” Your head bows down, closer to her ear as the extras begin to come in from the side stage.

Normally you’d go in for the kiss but you had something else up your sleeve. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard. I know you want me, you cum slut.” You quietly whisper in her ear.

The guys begin to grab you up off her and Coleman shouts.

“STOP STOP!”

Everyone stops in fear, placing you back onto the floor, not knowing why she was so amped up.

“Holy shit, GUYS, that was PERFECT! The tension, the love, whatever you're doing keep it up.”

You lend y/n a hand to get her off the floor. As you pull her up, you continue to pull her in close, her ear meeting your lips.

“I guess we have to keep practicing then.” You smirk at her, anxiously awaiting her response.

“Then I guess I’ll see you tonight at your place?” She says with a wink.

How can she be so confident after all that happened? It made her 100x sexier. But you knew you were going to have to walk the walk after talking so much game. You were going to rock her world tonight.

As practice went on the room got hotter and hotter, and you could tell it was getting to y/n, along with everyone else practicing. She was getting uncomfortable in the shirt she was wearing, sweat beginning to form on her forehead. Next thing you know, she was pulling her shirt away from her body to try and let some air pass through, as she was getting more and more antsy.

You turn away to grab your water, from being out of breath from the last scene, and as you turn back around you're met with a sight. y/n had taken her shirt off leaving her in nothing but her sports bra, her hickeys on full display. You could see Lindsey’s eyes widen and jaw drop. You begin to walk up to them, wanting to hear a piece of how y/n was going to defend herself.

“Holy shit y/n, did you get attacked or something?” Lindsey asks sarcastically.

y/n giggled, “No Lindsey I didn’t, just had a good weekend…”

“Did you now?” You begin to ask. “And who's the man of the week?”

“Doesn’t matter, it wasn’t all that exciting.” She looks at you with a smirk as she takes a sip of her water.

“What did you guys do?” Lindsey prods for more.

“Well, not all that much. We watched a movie and then he was getting touchy, which I didn’t mind. Then I straddled him and we made out and he was about to go down on me but someone walked in on us.”

“WHAT, that’s crazy! You have such an exciting life.”

You roll your eyes at the statement. “Are you going to see him again?” You question her, as if you don’t already know who ‘mystery man’ is.

“I might Josh, but I hope he brings more to the table this time, or else I’m gonna have to call up my regular hookup.”

Your eyebrows raise, “You’ll have to keep us updated then, I guess.” You shoot her a devious smile, you watch as her cheeks reddened a tad.

“Oh I will.” y/n says to you.

Lindsey is staring at the both of you now, looking confused. “Am I missing something?”

“No Lindsey, Josh is just a nosy piece of shit.” She leans in to whisper to her. “Plus he probably gets no action so he likes to listen in on what happens in the bedroom.” Making sure you were still able to hear.

Everyone disperses and we run a couple more scenes, before Coleman dismisses us.

You look to find y/n packing up her stuff. When you spot her in the corner putting her shirt back on, you walk over to her with your bag.

“Hey.” You ask innocently.

“Hi Josh.” She waits for you to leave. “Do you need something?”

“Well I was going to see if I could walk you back to your dorm? It doesn’t make up for not walking you back the other night obviously. I feel bad though, sooo, can I?” You give her a dorky, little smile.

She smiles at you and thinks about it as you two make it towards the doors, opening it for her as she walks through. “Okay fine, but I have to stop at the campus store first to grab a celsius. I don’t want to be a drag tonight.” You look at her and smile. She looks back with a scared look. “Wait, do you not want me to come over? I thought you were being for real but if you're not I can just…”

“y/n, stop. I want you to come over. Calm down.” You pull out your sunglasses, the sun burning your eyes and skin, but you look over to y/n to see her uncomfortably squinting and covering her eyes with her hands.

“You want these?” Handing her your sunglasses.

“No I’ll be okay, it's the consequences of my own drunken actions.” Realizing what she brought up she goes silent.

“You know I didn’t mind those texts you sent.” You say opening the doors to the campus store.

“I’m sure you didn’t mind, but I’m the one who sent them.” She says as she makes her way back to the refrigerated section.

“Were they true?”

“Well yeah, I don’t think even drunk me would make up something as crazy as that.” She reaches in and grabs a kiwi guava celsius and makes her way up to the register.

“Is that your favorite flavor?” You ask her as you begin to reach into your pockets.

“Oh for sure. I had a big 24 pack in my dorm but I kinda went through that already since the beginning of the semester.”

You thought about it, “It’s only been a little over a month.” She nods cutely and puts her celsius on the counter.

“Just the celsius please.”

“That’ll be $2.39.” She places her backpack on the floor to grab her wallet out, but before she could stand up you quickly tapped your card to the reader. You grab the celsius and look at her as she stands there confused.

“Okay let's go.” You smile at her and she awkwardly puts her bag back on and heads towards the door.

“You didn’t have to do that Josh.”

“I know, but I wanted to.” You open it and hand it to her.

She takes a sip and hands it back to you, “You wanna try it?” You look for a moment and think. “You can’t make the excuse that you're a germaphobe, you had your tongue down my throat.”

You take it and take a small sip and a shock of flavors and bubbles wash over your tongue.

“Ew, what the fuck. You drink this shit everyday?”

“WHAT, I love it. How can you not?” She grabs it back and takes another sip. Beginning to walk down the path to her dorm building.

“Do they hurt?”

“Does what hurt?” You take a look down to her chest, to where the hickeys would be if they weren’t covered.

“Oh phh, no.” She laughs. “Not as nearly as bad as other times before, this one time this guy Mark he left um… um never mind.” She awkwardly laughs and looks down to the sidewalk.

As she makes her way up the steps and swipes her card into the building she turns to you.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring him up. And I’ve been thinking about it and I respect what we have going on here, with practicing and well…a little more than that. So I'm not going to be talking and getting with other guys while this progresses. I want this to be like the real deal for the show, so I want to put in the effort for it.”

She stands there for a moment, waiting for you to respond. “Okay, deal. I won’t be getting with anyone either.” She smiles at you holding the door open to the building.

“Okay, cool. Um well I’ll see you tonight.” She smiles letting the door close behind her.

She’s all yours. Well until the show is over. Which leaves you a month to make it happen for real.

y/n’s POV

You walk into the living room, drop your bag onto the floor, and make your way into the bathroom. Your head had been pounding all day and you wanted to feel the best you could for tonight with Josh.

You waltz over to the cabinet and rummage through the drawers for the ibuprofen. After swallowing them down with the sink water, you look up to yourself in the mirror. Jeez. You look like a mess. You have to get yourself ready before you head over to Josh’s.

As you strip off your sweaty garments you look into the mirror and notice the soft purple marks scattered across your skin. You were kind of sad they were starting to fade, you liked being marked by him.

But you were happy that you were both able to reach a civil agreement, you weren’t best friends by any means, but you were kind of excited that you were each other's until the show was over. You liked the level of commitment you both had for each other.

You enter into the shower and put a lot of thought into everything you were doing. Making sure you got a good clean shave, shampooing your hair really well, and making sure your body was clean in preparation for tonight.

As you get out of the shower, you dry yourself off and slip into your soft robe. And notice a text

Josh 7:45pm: Come over around 9, don’t eat anything.

Hmm, you wonder what he has planned. You heart the text and begin to towel dry your hair and wonder what hairstyle you should do for tonight. You think about different times you've worn your hair a certain way and remember Josh giving you a little extra when your hair was down.

You get out your blow out brush and plug it in and start sectioning your hair into pieces. You begin styling your hair and after about thirty minutes you finish. You really like the way it looks when you blow it out but sometimes you just don’t have the effort. You lotion up your body and then walk into your room and begin to pick out an outfit.

While the shorts were great for last time, you wanted him to have to make more of a move this time. So you opt for a pair of navy blue leggings and a tight black athletic t-shirt, this time, opting for no bra on purpose. You take a seat at your vanity and begin with a dewy base, cream blush, black mascara, and lip gloss.

You make sure your gold necklace with your initial, that you never take off, is centered on your neck. Pairing it with your normal stack of earrings and apple watch. Finishing off with your spray deodorant and douse yourself in your coconut vanilla perfume.

You check the time and it was 8:38. Which gives you plenty of time to get your things together and say bye to Charlotte. You walk to the kitchen and fill up your hot pink Stanley with ice and water and chug the rest of the Celsius from earlier. You quickly brush your teeth so you're all fresh and then make your way into the living room to grab your belt bag and say bye to Charlotte.

“Are you going out y/n?” Charlotte asks while deep into her HayDay game play.

“I am, I’m going to Josh’s again.” You look into the mirror to check your hair and makeup, fixing the lipgloss on your lips.

“Again? Are you guys a thing or something?”

“It’s complicated.” You grimace at her.

“What! Complicated? With the same Josh Kiszka that you hated deeply a few months ago?” She raises her eyebrow at you, with a slight smirk on her face.

You shake your head and laugh. “Whatever, plus we both kinda agreed on being committed to each other, just for the role, until this is all over. Which I don’t mind.”

Charlotte smiles at you, “Okayyy, well you two have fun tonight.”

You smile back at her and blow a sweet kiss to her and pull your bag over your shoulders and grab your water bottle and head out the door.

“USE PROTECTION!” You hear from the crack of the door.

“Sure…” you mutter under your breath, closing the door, making sure it is locked behind you.

y/n 8:58pm: omw

As you make your way to his apartment you reapply your lip gloss and fluff your hair to give it a lot of volume.

It was a little chillier that night than you had expected, so the no bra decision was starting to seem like the wrong decision. As you begin to walk up the stairs to his apartment you try to warm up your body before you would have to knock on the door.

Once you finally get to the door, you look down to see that warming yourself up didn’t help very much with hiding your hardened nipples. You knock on the door and wait for Josh to answer but hear shouting from behind the door. After a few seconds of waiting you’re met with Jake again at the door. Were they fighting for who was going to get the door?

“Hey y/n”, you watch as Jake’s eyes flick down to your chest. You get a sudden surge of self consciousness and cross your arms over yourself.

“Hi Jake”, you shoot him a tight smile, slipping past him through the doorway. Your nipples graze over his chest as you walk by him. He smirks to you and looks down to your tits, obviously feeling them when you walked by.

“You know, once this whole ‘thing’ you guys have is over, I'm here waiting for you.” Quickly exiting out the door before anything else can be said. Leaving you left with Josh standing in the hallway.

“What was he saying, y/n?”

You thought about saying the truth but didn’t want to ruin the night. “Nothing just joking about being ‘safe’ tonight you know.”

“Right… well, I have something in the living room for us.” Josh smiles to himself. He swiftly grabs your hand, leading you into the living room. Upon entering the room, you see two white bags sitting on the coffee table. “I got you a bagel from that little shop on main. I know you mentioned the everything bagel with lox so I got that, I hope it's okay.” You smile ear to ear and look at him and notice his cheeks blushing.

You can’t help but hug him. He wasn’t the tallest person, but it was a nice difference for your 5 foot stature.

“This is so sweet Josh, you didn’t have to do that.”

“I know but we did really well today and I thought it was deserved. So what do you wanna do?”

“Do you wanna watch a show, have you ever seen Community?”

“No, as long as it's not a stupid ass show we can watch it.”

“Yay, I think you’ll like it. Could you plug my phone in somewhere, I think it's gonna die.”

He takes and brings it back to his room and comes back out to meet you in the living room.

As you take the seat that you were in not too long ago, Josh hands you your bagel. It looked so yummy, considering how hungry you were. He brings up Community on Netflix and starts the first episode letting it play while you guys eat your bagels. Throughout, he laughed a few times at the raunchy jokes made by the characters. You begin to feel far from him and want to make a move. You begin to nestle yourself in between his legs, leaning your back into his chest. As time went on he wrapped his arms around your torso, resting them on your stomach. By the 6th episode you were very comfortable, it felt like you had melted into each other.

He began to release your arms that were tangled with his, one making its way down to your legs and the other wrapping around your tits. Your head tilts back to look at him, resting on his shoulder.

“What do you think you're doing, Joshy?”

“I’m just trying to make you feel good mama.” As he says that you feel a hand begin to pass under the waistband of your leggings. “Is this okay?” You nod frantically wanting it so incredibly bad. “Speak to me y/n, use your words.”

“Yes Josh.” You grab his hand moving it faster to your heat, slipping it past your underwear.

“Patience y/n, you’ll get what you want. I’m gonna make you feel so good baby, you won't even remember the others.” As soon as he was done talking, his fingers started making fast circles around your clit and his left hand going under your shirt, squeezing your left tit.

You started moaning uncontrollably. You wish you could have held it in, but he knew the spots to get you going. “Talk to me, Josh, Talk me through it.” His fingers teased your entrance, before they were forcefully plunged into you.

“Fuck, baby. You’re such a fucking slut. You feel so nice and wet around my fingers. Who’s got you this wet baby, huh? Tell me.”

“You Josh, fuck, I’m all yours. Your fingers feel so good in my pussy. Are you gonna make me cum?” Your hands reach behind you and grip onto his hair for leverage.

For a moment he stops, before lifting you up and carrying you to his bedroom. When you get there you’re gently laid down on your back on this navy blue comforter. He begins to peel the leggings off your legs and discard of your shirt, leaving you in only your black, lacy thong. You felt exposed, but Josh made you feel safe.

“You’re so fucking perfect.” He begins to leave a trail of kisses down your body, making sure to kiss over the purple marks he made before, and leaving new ones down by your underwear before pulling those off too.

“Look at that pretty pink pussy. All for me.” He says while letting his finger pass through your slick, examining how wet you are, before bringing it up to his mouth and tasting you. “God, I've been thinking about how you taste after our little interruption last time.” Without further warning he goes down in between your legs licking up your slit, getting a good taste.

“Fuck Josh, please just do it. Eat me the fuck out.” You beg him.

“Patience sweetheart. You’ll get what you want.” He fuels your fire.

He leaves more kisses and hickeys in between your legs, basically making contact with anything but your pussy. After a while of teasing you couldn’t take it any more.

“Please Josh, I need you. Tongue fuck me. I need you so bad Josh.” You’re sick of his games, you are desperate at this point.

“Are you always like this? A fucking slutty brat. Such a dirty little girl.”

His face dives back down in between your thighs, immediately creating circles on your clit, causing your hand to go straight down to his hair. “FUCK Josh, don’t stop. Just like that.”

As he continues going down on you, your back arches, pushing his head in further.

It was all so good, you were so close, it was all perfect.

RING RING RING

Your head shoot’s up along with Josh’s. It’s your phone. Oh fuck. Josh goes to grab it and it was the last person you could have wanted to call you. Mark. Fuck.

“Um, just ignore it Josh, I don't know why he's…”

Before you can say more Josh answers. “Hello?”

“Hi, who is this, I’m looking for y/n.”

“She's a little busy right now, isn't that right baby?” He says before placing the phone onto your chest and looking deep into your eyes beginning to press his fingers back into you.

“Hi Mark, um yeah I’m a little, FUCK.” Josh curled his fingers hard and fast right into your g-spot. “Um, I can’t talk right now.”

Josh picks the phone back up, not missing a beat on your g-spot. “Yeahhhh sorry about that.”

“Okay um I’ll call back later I guess?” He asks, confused, you’re usually never busy.

“No you won’t.” He hangs up the phone and throws it to the ground.

He brings his full attention back to you. “Just so you know, you're mine. Only mine, not Marks, or whoever else you have in your phone, mine. Got it slut, tell me who you are.”

“I’m yours Josh only yours, I’m a slut for you.” He smiles, beginning to pick up the pace. He leans down kissing you passionately. You were so close to orgasm but you didn’t want to do it like this.

“I’m so close Joshy, but this isn't how I wanna cum.” He stops, very confused on why you were making him stop. You begin to lift yourself off the bed and switch your positions letting him sit on the bed, and bring yourself in between his legs.

“Take these off Josh, let me see what I’ve caused.” You lightly tug on the waistband of his shorts.

Josh stands up, pushing down the sweatshorts he had on from earlier. Releasing his cock, letting it slap against his abs. It was much different than it looked in the pictures. You spit into your hand and begin to pump up and down on him, just barely able to get your hand all the way around. You rub your thumb around his tip a few times, eliciting a moan from him.

You could tell he wanted you to suck him off, but didn’t want to push you down. You looked up to him, “You want me to suck your dick Josh, gag on it while it's in my throat?”

“Fuck yes, y/n, please I need you.”

“Beg for it Josh, the same way you made me.” You whisper seductively into his ear, earning a shudder from him.

“Please baby, I need you so bad, I wanna feel your mouth around my cock. You’ll feel so good, then I can make you feel so good, please mama. I fucking need it”.”

With that you took as much of him into your mouth as you could, still having your hands wrapped around it pumping up and down, synchronized with your mouth.

It was like an automatic response for his hands to go to your hair, yanking at the nice blowout you had, wrecking it with no remorse. But you didn’t mind, you wanted to make him feel good and to always remember how you made him feel.

You were starting to gag on his dick, but you weren’t gonna back down that easily. The watery feeling you knew all too well started in your eyes. Tears began trickling down your flushed cheeks, undoubtedly taking your mascara along with them.

“You’re a mess, baby. I fucking love it. Such a dirty whore for me.”

You took him out of your mouth for a moment, trying to get a little air, continuing to pump him with your hand. He looks down to you, wiping a tear from your face. “You’re so fucking sexy, y/n.”

“Get up.” You say forcefully.

“What?” He shoots you a confused look, brows furrowing.

“I said get up. Lay in the middle of the bed.”

Without any further questioning Josh moved back so he was at the center of the bed. You begin to climb on top of him and turn so your pussy was hovering above his face.

“Are you gonna finish the job Josh?” Before you could respond he pulled you down onto his face, leaving little to no room for air. It was time for you to finish the job for him, as well.

You leaned down taking him into your mouth again, knowing it can’t be too long until he's gonna cum. The feeling beneath you though was becoming a distraction for what you had to do. You were moaning onto his cock, which led to vibrations that you knew would make him moan back. It was becoming a match of who would cum first. Both of you were so close to finishing, you were beginning to meet your climax.

“I’m gonna cum y/n, move your mouth.”

Does he not know who you are?

“y/n, move your fucking mouth,” he repeats.

You bob your head faster and faster before you feel warm fluid hit the back of your throat.

“Oh fuck baby, you’re so fucking hot sucking up my cum.” He wasn’t going to waste anymore time. You sucked up the rest of him before swallowing it. You lifted your body up, bracing yourself on the bed beneath you. Josh’s tongue began to pick up the pace, his hands digging into your hips, and you were really feeling it.

“FUCK, Im gonna cum Josh don’t stop please.”

Within seconds you felt a wash of pleasure all over your body, riding out the high on his face.

You pull yourself off him and lay beside him. He’s silent for a moment before turning and looking at you.

“You’re a fucking slut you know that? God damn.” His hand trails gently along your thigh.

You smile thinking about, “Yeah I know, this slut made you cum though, hard.”

He rolls over kissing you hard, threading his hand through your hair.

“Do you wanna, uh, stay the night?”

You thought about it. Your first class wasn’t until 12 anyways. Plus you could always go back to your room beforehand.

“I mean if you really want me to. I don’t want to intrude or anything.”

“I do, I really do. You’re not intruding at all. Plus, I wouldn’t want you to have to walk back after all of that.”

You smile before getting up to look at yourself in the mirror in his room. Holy shit. You looked like a mess. Your hair was absolutely destroyed, knotted and messy. Makeup was smeared all over your face and mascara was trailed all down your cheeks. Your skin is bruised with fresh hickeys. You were a nightmare. Mirror mirror on the wall who’s the sluttiest of them all. You. Definitely you.

“How could you look at me, I look insane Josh.” You begin to walk back over to the bed.

“What are you talking about, you look so fucking hot. I thought I mentioned that many times.” You both laughed before he got up.

“Do you need something to sleep in?”

“Yeah that would be good, do you just have a shirt and shorts, or even boxers? I don't really care.

He nods before picking out some blue gingham boxers and an oversized Michigan t-shirt. You slip them over your body and make your way to the bathroom before freshening up.

You quickly wash your face off with some warm water and try to brush down your hair as much as possible. When you come back out and make your way back into his room he isn’t there.

“I'm in the kitchen y/n.” You turn your head and walk down the hallway and to the right into the very small kitchen where Josh got two glasses of water, handing one to you.

“You know with how well you did tonight I would have thought you were a whore yourself, or is that something you like to keep to yourself?” You look down to check your watch. 11:48, not too late but you were definitely getting sleepy after all of that.

He laughs making his way back to the living room sitting down long ways on the couch, where he once was. Not knowing where he wanted you to sit, you took the safe choice and sat down next to his feet.

“I mean I’ve had my fair share, but nothing crazy.” You take a sip of his water before placing it on the end table and grabbing the remote to click “Continue Playing” on the TV. He turned around and grabbed the blanket that was across the back of the couch.

“Are you scared of me or something, after all of that? If anything I should be scared of you.” You laughed and laid your head in his chest. He flung the blanket up so it was on top of both of you.

“What time do you have to be up tomorrow?” You asked.

“Well I have a class at 11 so I have an alarm set for 10.”

“Okay, I’ll just wake up when you do so I can go back to my room and get ready for class. I’ll be right back. I'm just gonna text my roommate that I won’t be back.”

He nods, picking up the blanket to let you go pass. You quickly scurry back to his room and just let Charlotte know that you’d be back tomorrow morning to walk with her to your class that you have together.

As you leave the hallways you’re met in the middle with someone you hadn’t seen all night, Jake. You didn’t even hear the door open.

He looks at you, noticing the shirt you had on, making his eyebrows go up. You begin to go around him before you are stopped. “You could do better, I’ll be here when you're ready for the treatment you deserve.” He whispers. You stare at him for a moment before making your way back into the living room.

Josh is laughing at whatever just happened on the show and he happily lifts the blanket for you to get back under.

“You could do better, I’ll be here when you're ready for the treatment you deserve.”

What is up with these Kiszka men? You brush off what Jake had said to you, remembering that as if now you’re Josh’s. As you watch the show you begin to doze off. Your eyes closed and had to force them to stay open, and Josh playing with your hair was making it harder. You decided that it was definitely time to just call it quits and sleep. You lift your head to Josh who was intently watching the screen. How is he not tired?

“Goodnight Josh, thank you for tonight.” You press a kiss onto his lips. You could feel a smile forming beneath yours.

“Night y/n, I’m glad you had a good night. Sleep well mama.” Pressing one final kiss into your head.

With that you were out like a light, sleeping the best you had in a while. Dreaming about the night you had and the future that will come.

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Nectar of The Gods

A/N: I was kinda inspired by the goddess herself, Lana Del Rey. It’s not required to listen to the song Nectar of The Gods, but if you want to you can.

Summary: Your parents want power, what could be better than marrying you to the future King?

Aemond Targeryen x Reader

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: Angst, smut, slight Dom!Aemond, death, let me know if there’s anything else that I missed.

Tag List: @aemonds-war-crime

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He was obnoxious, he was the first-born son of the King and you hated him with all of your heart. Your House was one of the richest of all of Westeros, so marriage proposals were coming left and right. But your parents are ambitious, they have money but now they want power. Since you are the only daughter, you are simply a political pawn being sold off to the highest bidder.

And who’s higher than the next in line to the throne, according to the greens? You were living in the Red Keep for years, and you were best friends with Haleana. There was a Prince that you were fond of already, Aemond. He was the man that you wanted to marry, he was the man of your dreams.

Aemond loves you and you love him, with all your heart. Ever since you were children you dreamed of marriage, his mother promised that the two of you would be together but no formal betrothal was initiated. But that didn't matter, he was yours and you were his. The worst day of your life was when Aemond lost his eye, you even yelled at the King for his callousness. That evening was the first time the two of you kissed, when you got older Aemond didn't take your maidenhood, you remember the day vividly.

“I want you, Aemond. Please, take me.” He was trying to control himself so much, having you in his bed begging for him was more than he could handle.

“Only on your wedding night, my love. I shall claim you as my wife, lover. The same as I have done to your heart and soul.” His hair was down, with no eye patch sapphire glimmering against the moonlight.

“I can’t wait.” The two of you slept peacefully after that, dreaming of your wedding day.

Aegon lusted after you, but he never acted on it due to the fact that he would face his brother’s wrath. You couldn’t stand being in the same room as him, he mistreated Haleana so much, but thankfully she left Kings Landing to marry a Lannister. She often sent letters, saying how happy she was, and how much her children were growing. Aegon remained unwed, the same as Aemond.

One day your parents sent a raven, saying that were coming to Kings Landing and organising your wedding to the Prince. You couldn’t be happier, you quickly ran towards Aemond’s chambers, you didn't even need to look where you were going, your feet knew where to take you.

“My love, my father wrote to me.” Aemond has never seen you so excited to receive any news from your family, you resented them so much.

“Pray tell what your detestable father has shared to put you in such high spirits?” Aemond kissed you tenderly, the only person that he truly loves flaws and all.

“They are coming to put our wedding in motion.” You jumped on him, wrapping your legs around his waist. You couldn’t be happier, you were finally going to become Aemond’s.

“That makes me happy.” Aemond whispered to you, he was a bit worried about your parents coming he didn't have a good feeling about it.

But Aemond could never crush your happiness with his worries, so he held you close and prayed to the gods that your parents would marry the two of you. You belonged together, it didn't matter if your father thought otherwise, you will be his forever.

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Your parents’ carriage was coming, you were next to Aemond as usual. The Queen was unusually quiet, which worried Aemond. Aegon was nowhere to be found, and that’s when Aemond knew what was happening. When he looked at you, he saw the pure happiness on your face and he couldn’t tell you. He never wanted to crush your hopes, you should have that happiness for a few more moments.

Your father and mother left the carriage, and you ran towards them. You always knew that your parents didn't like you as much as your brothers, but now all the comments, all the belittling, the name-calling, it was all worth it, you were going to marry Aemond, the love of your life.

“Father, this is the happiest occasion.” You hugged him, you didn't hug your father often but you were happy that you were finally going to become Aemond’s.

“It is satisfactory that you are grateful for your betrothal, Prince Aegon.” You stopped hugging your father immediately.

“Not Aegon father, Aemond.” You wanted to believe that your father made a mistake, an innocent mistake.

“No, you shall be Queen.” He harshly said, you couldn’t believe what he was saying.

You looked at Aemond he was just as sad as you were, but he could hide it much better than you. Turning around and fleeing to your chambers whilst your parents called for you, it was cruel so incredibly cruel. They knew how much you loved Aemond and yet, they were going to make you marry Aegon. You started to sob uncontrollably, you had no idea how long you cried, but eventually, you fell asleep.

Aemond opened the door of your chambers, he looked at your face and hurt him deeply. Your face was puffy from how much you cried. Not even in your sleep, you looked peaceful. Aemond lay beside you and removed some hair from your face. The act made you stir awake, you saw his face and you couldn’t help but start crying again while hugging him, afraid that if you let go of him, he would disappear.

“I shall not do it.” You exclaimed, voice muffled by his neck. “We must run from Kings Landing, we must go to Essos and be happy.” It was the best thing for the two of you, get married in Essos and damned the consequences.

“You have a duty, you must marry Aegon.” His words were like venom in his mouth, he couldn’t handle this.

“Aemond, how can you utter those words? He will claim me as his, in the same way, that you promised me years ago.” You knew that Aemond was always about putting duty first, but you didn't think that it would be applied to you.

“I shall never let that happen, you will be mine in every sense of the word.” And with those words, he left you all alone, crying for the love of your life to rescue you but he was dutiful and loyal. He would never go against his own blood, not even for the woman he loves.

The days before the wedding were absolute torture, Aemond refused to see you. He put Ser Criston at his door so you couldn’t enter, he also locked the secret pathway to his chambers. You were utterly alone, the Queen had too much to do, organising the festivities and making sure that Aegon didn't produce any more bastards, your parents yelled at you every time you mentioned Aemond, so you stopped talking to them altogether. Heleana came to Kings Landing, with her husband and four children, all under the age of 6.

“I cannot do this, Haleana.” It was the night before your wedding, Heleana was a comforting presence but you needed Aemond.

“The true dragon shall claim its rightful treasure.” You never understood when she spoke in such a cryptic manner, so you simply laid your head on her lap and fell asleep. Dreaming that Aemond would steal you away and take you to Essos and make you his wife.

When you woke up Haleana was nowhere to be found, and the servants were already preparing your bath and the dress your mother picked for you, it was gorgeous but your wedding should be with Aemond and only him.

The servants were making sure you were looking your best, you wanted to yell at them to leave you alone, but you simply swallowed everything. Once they were ready, you simply wanted to be alone.

“Leave me, please.” The servants bowed and left you, taking a look in the mirror, you looked incredible but your face was of pure sadness.

You wanted Aemond to come in and grab you, put you on Vhagar and take you to Essos. But you knew that he would never do that, so you had to bear the fate of marrying his brother on your own.

Your father opened the door, he looked so proud of you. Never seeing that from your father, it made you smile.

“You look incredible daughter, the gods blessed you indeed.” You wanted to be angry at your father for doing this to you, but instead you decided to play the role of the dutiful daughter.

“Thank you, father.” He guided you to the wedding ceremony, the whole place looked so grand.

Every Lord and Lady of the realm were here, even the ones that supported Rhaenyra. That’s when you understood, having your father’s support meant that Rhaenyra’s allies would be few in between, maybe only the Velaryons would support her claim. That made you realise the severity of the situation, why Aemond told you that you had to marry Aegon.

If you’ve done this, there would be no war. People wouldn’t die needlessly, the realm would be torn apart due to the matters of your heart. The price to pay for peace was a life of misery, Queen Alicent has done it, you could do it as well.

Walking towards Aegon you saw him, the love of your life, Aemond. He looked so handsome, he wasn’t looking at you but seeing Aemond gave you the strength to keep going, to remember your duty. Your love for Aemond would never diminish throughout the years, yours was a love story that poets would write about.

Finally you looked at Aegon, he was surprisingly sober. He had a sinister grin on his face, and you didn't like it. The ceremony went without an incident, and you said your vows whilst looking at Aemond. He would never tell you but that was something that he would treasure for the rest of his days.

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When the ceremony was over, King Viserys went to retire in his chambers. On his leave, all the Lords went to your and Aegon’s direction and pleaded loyalty to the true heir of the Seven Kingdoms.

You were shocked, the same Lords that swore to Rhaenyra were now pledging allegiance to Aegon, you were looking at Aemond, he knew that this would happen. Your house provides food to all of the Seven Kingdoms when they are in need, and now that you were Queen, no one would ever go against your father, winter was coming and crops were scarce.

“Just by marrying you, I became King.” Aegon was too close for comfort but you decided not to say anything. “You shall be glad to know that Aemond arranged that no bedding ceremony should take place.” Aegon gestures towards Aemond, you looked at him. You couldn’t see his eye. He simply bowed to you, and kept looking forward.

“I am forever grateful, Prince Aemond.” You talked endlessly about how you detested the idea of the bedding ceremony, and Aemond promised you that when you’re married, there would be no such thing because he wouldn’t bear to see anyone looking at you.

“It was my pleasure, Princess.” The title made you feel sad, you were a Princess but you weren’t Aemond’s.

The festivities took much longer than necessary due the fact that every single Lord came to swear allegiance to Aegon, it was overwhelming seeing so many Lords, and knowing that they know you and expect a compliment or simply a smile from their future Queen, you.

The more Lords came, the more Aegon drank it was disconcerting but you said nothing, it would be much easier if he wasn’t able to perform his duties. You saw Heleana dancing with her husband, the future Lord of the Westerlands. He only had eyes for her, and she looked so happy. Seeing your best friend so happy made you so happy as well, Heleana deserves the world.

Aegon was pretty drunk you could tell, but somehow he was able to walk in a straight line. He grabbed your hand and guided you to his chambers, you didn't have the resolve to look at Aemond, it would be too painful. The Lords were bowing to the two of you on your way out, no lewd comments or cheers, just respect. You saw Haleana, you stopped to hug her.

“Do not fret, the true dragon shall claim its treasure.” Her tone was one for reassurance but it did not ease your nerves.

The two of you were finally alone, in his chambers. Trying to concentrate on anything else, you started to remove your jewellery whilst Aegon was drinking wine as if it was the last thing he would do. After removing them you started to remove everything that was holding your hair together, Aegon didn't spare you a glance, but when he saw your hair down, he approached you.

“I’ve never seen you in such an intimate manner.” He referred to your hair, which was true, Aegon has never seen your hair without an intricate hairdo that your servants would do.

Before you could respond, Aegon started to look around the room. He looked incredibly drunk, but you’ve never seen him in such a state. You got up from your chair and went closer to him.

“Aegon, are you alright?” He fainted, but when he fell, he fell on top of you. He was heavier than he looked, you were struggling to get him off of you.

But after some time you were finally able to get off the floor, you let Aegon where he was, you'd never be able to drag him to the bed. You finished brushing your hair, you decided to finally remove your dress. As you were about to start on the lace, you heard a voice.

“Don’t.” You quickly turned around and you saw Aemond, you didn't know what to do afraid that he was a figure of your imagination.

“What are you doing here?” You simply whispered, worried that the guards outside would be able to hear you.

Aemond took two decisive steps and was quickly close to you, your breathing increased, desire was the only thing in your mind.

“I made a promise to you when we were younger, and I am a man of my word.” His voice was different, it held the same love but with something different, authority you concluded.

“What promise?” His eye was on your lips, you were overwhelmed by the many thoughts running through your head.

His hand went to your neck, he squeezed just enough to make your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Did you really let yourself to believe that I’d let my brother claim what is mine?” He whispered in your ear, his voice was rougher, sexier and you loved every second of it. “I shall be the one to claim your virtue, I shall be the one to give you children.” Aemond turned you around and you heard him pulling out his dagger, he masterfully ripped off your dress, without hurting you.

“Aemond…” You didn't know what to say, your voice was filled with desire you wanted him so badly.

You were fully exposed to him now, that never happened before. Aemond was adamant to keep your body to be explored only on your wedding night. Here you were, on your wedding night but you were not married to Aemond, your husband was passed out on the floor. Your eyes averted to Aegon, and Aemond growled at you.

“Do not look at him, you are mine.” With Aemond kissed you with a hunger that you’ve never seen before, his hand went to your hair melting you into the kiss. “I shall claim what is mine.” Aemond manhandled you and dropped you on the bed, you’ve never seen him this way and you like it.

Aemond started to remove his own clothing, and you had to bite your lip. His muscles were very well defined from the years of training, he wasn’t big, but he’s strong, lean and muscular. After Aemond removed his shirt, he hooked his arms on your legs and pulled you closer.

“What are you doing, Aemond?” He never told you anything about sex, Aemond always said that he would teach you in this moment.

“Tasting the nectar of the gods, my love.” You felt his tongue on your pussy, making you moan. He was acting as if he was starving, his movements were quick and precise. “You are so wet and we barely even started, my Princess.” You could see his sapphire glowing on the moon light, his smirk made you feel even hotter.

His movements on your clit were quick and precise, the fire on your belly was getting stronger and stronger. Your hands went to Aemond’s hair, trying to decide if you should remove him or beg him to keep going.

“Gods, Aemond. Something is happening.” Your breathing was erratic, but Aemond never stopped, he hummed and the vibrations were delicious on your clit.

“I want to see you falling apart.” He whispered, his eye was watching you intently, how many nights Aemond thought of seeing you in such a desperate state.

“Aemond.” You were whispering his name as a prayer, afraid that if you stopped he would disappear.

Aemond could see that you were holding back, and he did not like that at all. He suddenly slapped your clit, making you scream. It was wasn’t hard, but rather the surprise.

“Let go for me, love.” As if your body was waiting for his instructions, you came hard. Your first orgasm was Aemond’s. He was feasting on your juices, he looked as a madman slurping your juices the scene was incredibly erotic. “I shall claim your virgin cunt, Princess.” Your eyes widened at Aemond’s language, he refused to use foul language in front of you.

Aemond removed his trousers, and you finally see him naked for the first time. His cock was long and thick, you saw the veins and the angry and red tip. There was no way that was going to fit, worry was written across your features and Aemond smirked.

“I’ll make it fit, Princess.” He could read my mind, you thought. You were too stunned to say anything, so you simply allowed Aemond to claim you like he was always supposed to.

He positioned his cock in front of your pussy, goosebumps were going all over your body. Aemond grabbed both of your hands and put them on top of your head, making you whine. He did not like that, he held both of your hands with one of his, and the other he slapped you, it wasn’t hard but enough to make you stop.

“I decide when you can touch me, I decide when you cum, your pleasure belongs to me, do you understand?” You nodded, never seeing this side of Aemond but it was exciting and so erotic. “I shall claim your cunt now, and I shall give you children.” Aemond whispered in your ear, there was nothing that you wanted more.

“Yes, my Prince.” That made Aemond growl, he loved hearing you say that especially in this context.

His cock was at your entrance, he was in awe of your pussy. Aemond started entering you, which made you wince in pain. He slapped you one more time, and again not hard.

“I need you to relax, Princess.” Aemond stopped and started to kiss you. The kiss was slow and full of passion and love, there was the Aemond that you were more used to. You could taste yourself on his tongue and you liked that fact.

Aemond started moving again, but you did your best to relax.

“You are so heavenly tight, Princess.” Aemond was able to put his whole cock inside you, he never thought that it would feel this good. He gave you time to get used to the feeling.

He was caressing your face, Aemond was looking at you with so much love. You wanted to touch him so badly but he didn't allow you to. He started to move slowly, and you moaned, it felt amazing.

“Your cunt is absolutlely incredible, Princess.” You could tell that Aemond was trying so hard to control himself, but you didn't want him to.

You put your legs around his narrow waist, that allowed him to go even deeper inside you, making you scream. Aemond saw your boobs bouncing at the rythym that he was fucking you, it was a sight. His mouth came in contact with one of your nipples, Aemond started going harder wanting you to fall apart one more time, he grazed his teeth on your nipple and made you clench around him and he definitely noticed.

“You enjoy some pain, Princess.” Aemond put his free hand on your neck, and slowly started to choke you. It felt so good, your eyes rolled to the back of your head. With his hand on your neck, his mouth back on your nipple and his cock deep inside you, you were going to cum again.

“Aemond.” You whispered, he knew what you meant.

“I know, you are close I can feel it. I want to feel you cumming around my cock, so I can put my seed inside you. So everyone at court can see how gorgeous you will look with my son inside you.” His words and his relentless pace made you cum a second time that evening. “That’s it, I can feel it.” Aemond was placing kisses all over your breasts, you were so lost in pleasure that you didn't noticed.

Even though you were sensitive Aemond didn't stop chasing his own orgasm. His pace was brutal, you were screaming. The line between pleasure and pain were blurred, you didn't exactly know which one you were feeling. Aemond was moaning and groaning on top of you, it was a sight, his hair was messy, his eye was closed, his mouth was slightly opened.

“Are you ready to become a mother?” Aemond whispered, something about having sons with Aemond instead of Aegon was so hot.

Aemond stopped his movements and you could the his seed spilling inside you, warm and thick ropes of his cum. He crashed on top of you, and you were finally able to your arms around him. You could stay like this forever, his weight on top of you was of little concern, you were his and he was yours. Soon after sleep overtook you, Aemond removed his cock and saw both of your juices and a small amount of blood mixed together in his cock.

Aemond kissed the top of your head and he left Aegon’s chambers.

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You woke up but Aemond was nowhere to be found, that made you incredibly sad after having him claim you, his warmth was something that you desired deeply. You looked at your breasts and you saw the hickeys and love marks that Aemond gave you the night before, heat came to your cheeks thinking about it. You looked and you saw Aegon, he was the same way you left him last night, that made you uneasy.

You went to chack on him when you did it made your blood run cold, he was dead. You quickly put on a dress and opened the door.

“Fetch me the Maester and Queen Alicent, now.” The guard left quick, and got the Maester and the Queen.

After the Maester confirmed that Aegon was in fact dead, you hugged the Queen she just lost her first born son. But she seemed determined, and she looked at you.

“Was the marriage consummated?” She wasn’t angry at you, but she needed to know the truth.

“Aegon and I did not consummated our marriage.” Which was the truth, Aegon never touched you.

“Good, all the Lords and Ladies are still here. You shall be married to Aemond within a fortnight.” Which that, Alicent and Maester left you. The silent sisters took his body away, you had no idea what to think. You were happy to be able to be with Aemond but did Aegon deserved to die?

You left Aegon’s chambers and went to yours, being there was morbid you concluded. You needed Aemond but he was probably busy, now it meant that he would become King and by default, you would be his Queen. You were happy that Queen Alicent believed in you, maybe the consequences of not being a maiden anymore would be not marrying Aemond.

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Five days has passed and you haven’t seen Aemond yet, you were starting to get worried. Insecurities were showing its ugly head, maybe he didn't want to marry you after all, maybe you weren’t enough to be his Queen. You were pacing around your chambers, worrying about the lack of news from Aemond.

That’s when you heard Aemond entering your chambers, you quickly went to hug him.

“He’s dead.” You simply declared.

“I know.” He whispered, Aemond was sad about losing his brother but now it meant that you would be his, completely. “I claimed you betweenourselves, the old gods and the new. But now the whole of the Seven Kingdoms shall learn that you are mine, you shall become the wife of the true dragon.” Once he said those words you remembered Heleana’s words, she was right after all.

Aemond became King and you became his Queen, Rhaenyra did not challenge this due the fact that your father was an integral part in feeding the whole of Westeros. The two of you loved each other very much, and you had many children with the Targaryen silver hair and violet eyes from his father, you ended giving Aemond ten children, your son who was born suspiciously early in the marriage, but you had five boys and five girls. All lived to see adulthood, the realm has never known peace since King Jaehaerys. Aemond was reveried with the Lords and smallfolk, you were loved by everyone else.

Everyone knew that the King only had eyes for you, and how could he not? When he had the most beautiful woman by his side?

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sakumz · 6 months

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a/n : I got a nintendo switch... now what? anyways REI!?!?!??!?!?@?@8#?@8#)@,-^(2?@ if my man don't look like him, I don't want him jk

「 s. rei x gn reader 」

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" when we grow up, you'll marry me right? " the young yet oldest sakuma asked.

" of course, " replied the other. his smile was so blinding when you agreed.

time flew by as quickly as that question was told. heck, after moving away and trying to make a living after all those graduations. rei was a big shot idol. you were nothing as special to compare, just a little business worker working in an office as you've always wished for when you were younger. ( me fr )

it's been a good three months since you moved into your new apartment. you're in your early twenties, your parents have been asking you to find a lover to settle down after a while and you know, those family making and all. you would if rei, the man you promised was the one.

it was childish to believe your play pretend husband when you were younger was the man you'd marry right now. he was a big shot idol, you were nothing as special to compare. you've never been in his life after you moved away back when you both were in your first years of middle school. no conversations shared, no meet ups either.

you've never attended any of his concerts, too afraid he'll forget you and make you an idiot for asking all sorts of silly questions about when you both were younger. his fans would definitely cook you alive for being as delulu as them.

going home later than usual today at your work. you were about to press the elevator when a taller built man, with long raven black hair, pressed the button before you. as you both went in, you were the first to press the button to your floor. you didn't bother to look at the male in the elevator but looking as he didn't press any other buttons. it was safe to assume he lives around your floor.

as the elevator stopped at your floor, you quickly left but the man was walking suspiciously behind you. was this a stalker? no way! you speedwalk to your home as the male starts to pick up his pace too. stopping in front of your door, you rummage through your bag for your keys as the male stood infront of the door next to you.

he starts knocking on the door... " kaoru! let me in, come on. let's play~ "

you couldn't help but turn to look at the suspicious man as kaoru opens his door for him. he too, caught on and starred at you as kaoru looks at rei before turning his head to look at you too.

" ah! Good evening, lovely y/n~ it's rather late for you to come home, no? " kaoru questions playfully as you sigh. right, he's babysitting his sister's home till she's back from vacation in three weeks time.

it's only the first week and he's annoying already. always ready to strike up a conversation with you as you don't seem like a fan of his or undead, hell you don't look like you're interested in idols either. rei ponders as both male await for your answer.

" well... its just overtime work and I'm finally home... I'm tired so I'll just head in and sleep, dont stay up too late hakaze or you'll get wrinkles, which will make you lose fans as you become ugly. " he can't help but laugh at your response, making rei follow along with the laughter.

" y/n l/n? " the suspicious man calls as you stop turning your keys to look back over at kaoru side.

kaoru looks over at his friend, how does he know your full name? it took him months to get your name, even his sister wasn't allowed to tell him your name as you told her not to.

" yes, rei sakuma? " you replied.

" ah so you do remember, my dear. fufufu~ " he walks over and engulfs you in a hug as kaoru watches with confusion swirling everywhere.

" how could i not? I rejected the love confessions I received for your promise. I missed you so much, " you confessed as rei smiles fondly at your honesty. he misses you too.

" of course I didn't forget the promise, would you still marry me? for real, this time. " tears welled up at your eyes as you say yes.

he was your childhood sweetheart and you were his. both wanting to grow old as fast as possible to make your promise come true. the wait is finally over, soon he'll slide a ring over your ring finger and soon you'll both be living in a house that's a little too big for two people.

#sakumz.pdf #ensemble stars x reader #enstars x reader #ensemble stars #esworks #rei sakuma x reader #NEW REI CARD WILL BE MINE #still cant believe i didnt get the latest ritsu but wtv

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dabislittlemouse · 1 year

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what if you confessed to dabi first?

─ ⊹ ⊱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 ⊰ ⊹ ─

“𝑨𝒏 𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒆𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔, 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝑫𝒂𝒃𝒊, 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒕. 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉.. 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒔..”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Word count: 5.2k

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Contains: Dabi x fem!reader, complicated feelings, angst with happy ending, slight of injuries

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ A/N: The picture above is taken by me. The handwriting is mine. It was a love letter I had written for Dabi when I was on my feelings.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Recommended song: Lana Del Rey- Blue Jeans

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Tags: @shadowsandshapes @ko-konutty @shotos-rose @holydayaria @vicesthings

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You couldn’t exactly remember the moment when, or how you ended up in this situation, where your mind was so empty and your heart was so full it didn’t even feel yours anymore, but his. Though here you were. You had fallen hard for your raven haired comrade with those piercing blue eyes, as intense as those threatening flames licking his fingertips and ready to take down everything without mercy. Just the way his eyes took your soul away without mercy as well, made it his forever, turned your brain mush to the point he was the only thought in your mind. And the worst of it, he didn’t do this on purpose, at all. As far as you noticed, you were the fool in here, getting so obsessed with him to the point it drained you from the inside, so madly in love you couldn’t understand why.

Maybe it was the way the sound of his voice gave you butterflies on your stomach, the uniqueness and attractiveness of the way he looked and dressed up, the smug smirk on his face and the teasing tone in his voice, the way he was the quietest among them all but the silence he held weighted a lot. A man of mysteries, a man with eyes that held many stories and pain behind them which you were dying to figure out. Maybe you were attracted to the unknown, but you knew it wasn’t just simple curiosity. Without him knowing, he had become your comfort person, staying with him in silence as you smoked on the balcony was what made you truly happy. Many unspoken words and overwhelming thoughts would suddenly disappear when you two stayed in the presence of each other. And without him knowing, he’d become the reason you were slowly going crazy. How did you even end up like this? You hated yourself for feeling this way, because you were more than sure that if the moment came to sacrifice someone, you’d sacrifice yourself for him. Die for him. You’d be more than ready to do so.

You loved his little praises whenever you did good on missions.

“Good girl”, “You did a great job” , “Well done”, “That’s it”.

Fuck, you were deep in this. The way you’d constantly ask him if there’s anything he needed, the way you’d follow him like a puppy on missions, ready to obey and follow his orders. He was the leader of the Vanguard Squad after all, the second in command after Shigaraki. And with a good reason too. Dabi was a strategic man, too clever for his own good, carefully going for the next step and make sure to outsmart the enemies. That was attractive to you. Everything this man did was attractive and it drove you crazier with each day.

He wasn’t a man of many words, but you remember one night how passionately he spoke about carrying Stain’s will and burning down hero society. He seemed so determined to reach his goals and not let any distractions get on his way.

Distractions..

That was the only reason why you hated yourself for falling for him, Dabi wasn’t someone who’d willingly get in relationships, right? Love, emotions, feelings, those would definitely distract him from his goals. It was an unspoken rule amongst villains, to never fall in love. Love would ruin everything, ruin missions that were so hard be executed, a distraction from what’s important. And you were an idiot, the way you’d be constantly daydreaming of Dabi and drooling over him when you should be training instead and be useful for the League.

You tried to not be delusional, but you had noticed too how Dabi would talk more when you were around. He’d also call you during the night for a smoke outside the balcony, it had become almost a routine. It was the first time you’d listened Dabi talk about anything else other than heroes and society. This time he talked about songs, he even showed some of his favorite bands/artists to you, and you found yourselves having another thing in common. Music connected people, and this definitely bonded you even more with the villain. You’d sit there with him in silence, listening to his playlist, it felt more personal. The lyrics of these songs made you wonder what does he usually feel, what did he go through, but you chose to not ask further questions. You and him had become close, you could say friends.

But what you felt for him was more than friends. And that was eating you alive.

The fear of ruining what you had with him was weighing on you too. What if he got disgusted with you and ghosted you? What if he got angry? What if you’ll scare him away? You could even hear him calling you “pathetic” the moment you confess to him. You were scared. You had made up your mind to never confess to him.

But the desire to hold him in your arms, to hug him tight, to kiss his pretty face and those charred lips, it was burning you from the inside. You wanted him to be yours, as you were already his. Call it even selfish, but you wanted this man all to yourself, to love and cherish him until the day you die. The endless tears you’ve shed for him at the late hours of night spoke millions of words and feelings that you were too afraid to share with anyone. It was agonizing, your heart was bleeding and he didn’t know.

You had to tell him. At least make it known to him that you’d be there for him, devoted to him until the day you gave your last breath. You’d let him use you in any way he wanted, only for him. And this won’t hurt him to know, right? You could help him achieve his goals.

It was one of the many usual nights out in the balcony, Dabi was next to you, puffing out smoke and holding the cigarette between his lithe fingers. A bottle of whiskey sat in the small table near you. It was your suggestion to bring it, Dabi was confused because you’d rarely drink but he let you be.

“Not gonna drink that doll?” he said suddenly, the use of that nickname for you was so common but it gave you shivers everytime.

“Oh yeah, almost forgot..” you laughed softly, almost too nervous. Dabi had noticed how lost you were on your thoughts lately, and he wished he could get inside that mind of yours and figure out what was keeping you on edge. It looked like you had something to say, but you’d remain silent, and this made him more frustrated. He watched you take a sip, wincing a bit at the taste of it as he chuckled.

“Careful, you ain’t used to that..”

“I know. But I’ll be fine” you say confidently, hoping that the drink’s effect will help you open your heart to him. Minutes passed, and you already felt your body lighter, your head a bit dizzy but suddenly it felt like you could talk to him now. The nervousness was still there, but faint.

Come on, do it. Tell him

“Hey, you better say what you have in mind” Dabi exclaimed, making you squeal in your place. You didn’t know the way your mouth was moving, ready to speak but barely letting a word out, and that frustrated Dabi even more. What were you so afraid of? He thought that you two had gotten close to the point you’d both talk on various of topics, and he hated the way you were acting so scared and strange towards him lately. It made him think he was doing something wrong, he tried to push those thoughts away and he hated how much you were in his mind. Never in his life had he cared so much for someone else, until pretty you came in his life, and he hated it.

“Okay okay..I’ll tell you..” you murmured, biting your lip as you turned at him, fully facing him now. Dabi’s face remained stoic, and you gulped nervously.

Time to spill it out.

“Maybe you’ll think that I’m pathetic from what I’m about to say right now, maybe I am who knows, but fuck it..” you smiled, your face heating up as Dabi leaned closer and paid attention to each word you were saying. “I like you Dabi, a lot. And I care about you.. I think.. you’re one of the best people I’ve ever met..”

Dabi remained motionless but then a soft smile appeared on his face, he couldn’t lie when his heart felt a sudden warmth at your words. “Hm.. gettin’ all soft and sweet now doll? Not pathetic at all.. I gotta say I like ya’ too. We do go along well, better than with anyone else in my life..I could even consider ya’ as a good friend after all-”

A singular tear that rolled down your cheek made Dabi stop talking, his words caught in his throat. The only time he saw you cry is when you spilled up a bit from your past, and he hated that moment, he hated seeing you cry. Why were you crying again? Did he do something wrong?

“Dabi.. it’s not just that.. it’s more than that” you sniffed, trying to prevent more tears. “It’s not just.. friends. I truly like you.. it hurts. It’s just-”

Say the word.

It was stuck in your throat, prickling your skin and making you bleed, but you let it out. You felt pathetic, embarrassed, but at this point you let it all out. You couldn’t hold this any longer in your chest, you needed him.

“Dabi.. I love you..”

Those words hit him harder than anything else ever did in his life.

“..so much..”

His brain fogged and his mouth got dry while those three words that nobody ever said to him in his life rang through his ears. It was shocking, it felt so unbelievable, how could anybody love him? How could you? You were perfect, an angel on this earth loving a monster like him?

“Liar.”

“W-What? Dabi.. it’s not a lie..I swea-”

“What even makes you think I’m someone who you could love on, princess?” His voice came out harsher than he intended, but he couldn’t hold it back. The last time he devoted himself to someone, it costed him his life, costed him his body. Never again. Never again would he devote himself to someone, love someone to the point he burns. “What makes you think I can even feel love?!”

Your eyes widened, his words stabbed you like a sharp knife through your chest. You kinda knew the outcome, and yet you were never prepared. The hopes of having a relationship with him were turned to dust and that hurt you a lot. But you were desperate to know one last single thing.

“Do you.. feel anything for me at least? More than a friend? Just tell me..I won’t open this topic ever again I swear..”

Dabi stared at your teary eyes, the answer rolling on his tongue, threatening to slip out. The answer was yes, and it was eating him from the inside. Now that you made your feelings clear to him, he felt his feelings being cleared up too. He knew he felt too much for you no matter how much he tried to gaslight himself into thinking he didn’t. But Dabi never planned to stay alive for too long, and he’d rather get burned all over again than promise you a relationship which will get ruined by death, hurting you for eternity. He’d never consider himself a relationship kinda guy, he knew he’d hurt you. So, rather than give you hope, he simply denied his feelings towards you.

“No. Nothing at all” Dabi said coldly, face remained emotionless, a real actor that nobody could read him through his masks. “I’m focused on what’s important, on our mission, on my goals. I can’t let any distractions ruin this”

Only if you focused closely on those pools of turquoise, you’d notice the real feelings hidden behind his eyes, and the lies he was spilling. But sadly, you didn’t. His words had your vision blurry, it felt like you were choking on your own emotions, it was too much.

“Y-yeah. You’re right.. I’m sorry for making this awkward.. maybe it was the drink” you shrugged, trying to control yourself from sobbing pathetically right in front of him. “I must go rest.. it’s been a long day”

“Hey..”

Before you left he grabbed your arm, and you hoped he would say that he didn’t mean it, that he was lying, that he also loved you back and wanted to be with you.

“Better not see you again like this. Erase whatever bullshit you’re feeling. This is villains life sweetheart, there are no feelings whatsoever between us. Get. That. Through. Your. Brain” he whispered through his teeth, eyes flaring and making you squirm in his hold. You simply nodded, not letting out a single word knowing you’d burst. This was the only amount of comfort you’d get from him, and you better not fuck things up more than you had already. As you left, he sat back down, lighting a cigarette with his finger and sighing in frustration. Your tears and the way you shaked in front of him didn’t leave his mind, just like you he’d also fallen down into a rabbit hole which was so hard to come out of. Dabi was afraid of those feelings, it was something entirely new and he had to admit he felt scared. He was born a failure, what made you even think that he’d be a stable person in a healthy relationship with you? Dabi figured out that it will be for the best if he kept distance from you, until you eventually forgot about him and focused back on your goals. He felt guilty, after all you were a great asset to the League and a great person too, someone like you must not suffer from him. But if only he knew the love letters you’d written for him at the late hours of night, letters that you kept hidden, he’d understand that you could never forget him. He’d realize what you felt was pure love, something that never vanishes, something that will be on you forever.

Weeks had passed and you noticed Dabi had been more absent lately. He was sent on missions by Shigaraki, and even when the leader didn’t need his service, Dabi still volunteered to do most of the work, which resulted into him being outside most of the time. You’d hoped he’d come back when the night falls, and then go smoke with him outside the balcony, but he never did. Dabi never came until the sunrise, you’d deprive yourself of sleep hoping he would come knock at your door or sent you a text message. None of that. You blamed yourself for it, if only you had kept your mouth shut he wouldn’t be distancing himself from you like this.

“Hey Dabi..” you took the courage one of these days to talk to him as he was sitting on the bar, a drink on his hand. He turned around at the sound of your voice, soulless azure eyes staring back at you and making you shiver in their presence. He looked exhausted, clearly must’ve been back from a mission.

“What?” he murmured, almost sounding uninterested to talk to you right now and your chest hurt.

“Um, I’ll be out to smoke, I thought you might wanna join me as we-”

“Nah it’s fine. I’m tired, m’going to sleep” he interrupted you, forcing himself to stand up and heading for his room, his shoulder brushing past yours.

“Oh-okay..goodnight then” you whispered, biting the inside of your cheek and preventing the tears from forming in your eyes again.

At the same time, you felt angry. Why did he deny your feelings like this? Why is he behaving like this, even after you apologized that night? You never asked for a relationship and agreed to remain friends, just as you were, so why? You felt yourself going crazy, scrolling mindlessly on your phone and consuming whatever you could from social media to distract yourself from feelings, to find something to fill his absence, but no avail. Nothing and nobody could fill Dabi’s presence, he was everything to you. Your moods depended on him, if he gave you the right amount of attention you were happy, if he ignored you then you were sad. When you’d see him shine in his glory, surrounded by blue flames while beating enemies and wreaking havoc on the battlefield, you couldn’t help the admiration, the inspiration and determination that bloomed on your chest to fight for your goals and for the cause of the League of Villains. And now that Dabi was gone? Everything in you was shattered, you were lost and couldn’t find yourself.

But you still tried, being on Shigaraki’s bad side wasn’t something you’d want to happen. Your current mission was to tame the giant beast Gigantomachia and force it into Shigaraki’s submission. As exhausting as this mission was, barely getting decent sleep, it still helped you take your mind off things and release all that pent up frustration on the giant monster. Dabi was nowhere to be seen, earlier he claimed to have found a potential recruit for the League, and that’s where he’d focus on. Even as he made himself present on the League discussions, he’d barely look at you, and it broke your heart over and over.

Though you never noticed the way he’d look at you when you weren’t paying attention, or when your back was facing him. Dabi looked at you the way a person looks to something or someone they’re dying to have on their grasp, to make them theirs forever, but knowing too well they’ll never be worthy of it and never handle it with care.

———-

“They have Giran!” Twice exclaimed, sudden panic and worry filled all of you as the man who had recruited you and everyone else, was kidnapped and tortured in Deika city. Without a single hesitation Shigaraki decided to focus on saving Giran and end the man called Re-Destro, for simply having the audacity of threatening the League.

It took a few good hours to make it to the destination, and your heart skipped a beat when you saw Dabi joined as well.

“How did I agree to go along with such a stupid plan?” he scratched his neck. You noticed he was nervous, whenever he felt awkward, uncomfortable or nervous he would scratch his neck, something you’d learned by spending countless nights with him. It was clear he didn’t want to do this. But it was too late, everyone was aware of the League’s arrival and the attack began in less than one second.

The city was empty, but suddenly filled with what seemed many citizens devoted to Re-Destro’s cause, ready to attack mercilessly. All of you were scattered, trying your best to fight whoever came in your way. The city would light up in blue, a clear sign that Dabi had already begun grilling the enemies without mercy. You noticed a guy with a hood on was after him, apparently having an ice quirk.

Pathetic. How could ice ever put up with Dabi’s scorching flames?

But you noticed, this icy guy’s tactics seemed more to be continuously attacking Dabi, not even full blown attacks, as if this was some child’s game, purposely to send Dabi into exhaustion. Dabi being the best at long rage attacks, would let the flames burst and burn everything on sight.

“My quirk takes a toll on my body. If I use it too much, it harms me. A lot. I’m weak” he sighed, that’s what he told you one night.

“No Dabi, don’t say that. You’re not weak, you just need the proper training for it! Your flames are the strongest I’ve ever seen” you said back, truly wanting him to change the opinion he had about himself. To you, he was one of the strongest people you’d ever seen, and you hated when he put himself down like that.

As those words rang through your mind like warning bells, your eyes widened after noticing the way Dabi was panting and steaming smoke from his body. He looked exhausted, no matter how much he tried to stand up on his feet and seem that everything is alright. The icy bastard had drained his energy slowly with those attacks, and he seemed to have more in store than Dabi did in this moment. He was dodging every attack and melting all the ice coming his way, but his flames got weaker. You had to do something to help, you know what Dabi hated most was being seen as weak and being helped, but this didn’t matter right now.

Being surrounded by all the smoke, Dabi didn’t notice the giant ice spike flying towards him, the sharp point aiming right for his chest. But you did, you noticed it, and without thinking twice your legs moved, sprinting towards him.

“Dabi!!!” you screamed.

“Huh?!” He turned around, looking at your running figure. “ Y/N what the hell are you-”

“WATCH OUT!”

It was a split second. Dabi turned around noticing the ice spike coming towards him with an unimaginable speed. Then in less than a second he found himself on the ground, head slammed hard against it as he struggled to stand up. What the hell just happened? As he raised his head up, the soul almost left his body at the pool of blood near him.

It was you. You pushed him away with all the force you had, which resulted into the ice spike piercing right through your stomach. Now you were on the ground, bleeding all over as you struggled to breathe.

“N-No, no…Y/N why the fuck! Hey!” he ran to you, his face gone pale as for the first time in his life he felt fear and panic. His hands were shaking. Just like that time in Sekoto when he thought he would die. But this time he wasn’t scared of his death, this time was much worse. He was scared of yours, the way you were bleeding too much to the point you could lose your life at any time.

“Fuck- fuck fuck fuck!” he cussed through his teeth, melting the ice spike and trying to do something to stop the bleeding. “Y/N stay with me- fuck stay with me”

“D-Dabi..”

“You’re an idiot- fuck, hhah you really are, aren’t you?” his voice was shaking, as he tried to neutralize the wound and wrap it up with a piece of clothing. Your vision was getting blurry and his voice felt far away.

“Hey, don’t you close your eyes on me goddamn it- Y/N!” he called you desperately, holding your face on his hands and rubbing your cheek. “Fuck why would you do this?! Why would you fucking do this?! You crazy idiot- fuck, I’m so sorry, I’m so fucking sorry”

Right under the scars of his eyes, tears of blood were slowly rolling down his cheek as he called for you to keep your eyes open. You tried your best, you did, but due to the loss of blood it was hard.

“Don’t you leave me- fuck, not now, please…” he begged, his chest felt too tight, he felt like going out there and burning the world for trying to take someone so precious from him. He felt the guilt eating him alive from ignoring you and your feelings and now you were almost giving your last breath on his hands.

“Someone fucking come here! Compress! Toga! Shit, Y/N stay with me, you’re my strong girl yeah? You’ll be with me when we destroy this world yeah? Fuck!”

His strong girl. A weak smile appeared on your face at this comment. Butterflies still managed to appear on your stomach despite from being injured badly. You weren’t sure if you could resist any longer without proper treatment, you whispered incoherently to him but he simply put his finger on your lips, shushing you to not force yourself into speaking and waste energy.

With both of his hands, he grabbed your face as he placed a kiss on your forehead.

“Y/N.. don’t you leave me alone, stay with me” he whispered. “Shit.. I love you, there. I’ve loved you the day I first laid my eyes on you, pretty girl. I should’ve said this sooner, fuck I’m so sorry Y/N..”

A singular tear rolled down your cheek, his confession suddenly gave your body enough energy and time to resist a bit longer until help came on your way.

“D-Dabi.. the..letters..” you choked out, your teary eyes looking up at him. If you didn’t survive, he had to know that for once in his life he had been genuinely loved and admired, he needed to know exactly what you felt for him. He must read those letters.

“Huh, what letters?” he whispered softly, feeling a little relieved as Toga and the others were sprinting towards the both of you. Dabi was too focused on you to notice the destruction Shigaraki was causing further into the city centre.

“Here, let me treat her! I have enough blood!” Toga squealed, getting ready to treat you, luckily knowing the blood type you had.

“She’ll survive, she is stronger than she looks” Compress said, trying to calm Dabi down as he was visibly shaking and distressed. If Toga managed to really save you, he’d promise to treat her with everything she wanted until he died. Hell, even kidnap that Uraraka girl just for her too.

By now you had already dozed off, eyes finally shutting and all you could hear were the distant voices in the dark.

———

The day had finally ended, with Shigaraki’s victory against Re-Destro and his army. With Re-Destro finally recognizing Tomura as their supreme leader, their king, now the League of Villains had more benefits than they’ve ever had since the group was created. The first thing Tomura ordered was to get all you guys food and proper treatment for the injured, and get all of you nice and comfortable rooms to spend the rest of your days. As requested, Re-Destro gave access to his mansion on the mountains, getting all of you the best treatment and luxuries.

You on the other hand, were still unconscious, but your life was saved. Toga had to admit that she thought you’d never make it from the major blood loss, but for some reason you survived and she didn’t understand how this was possible. Little did she know that Dabi’s confession gave your mind and body enough hope and energy, filled you with happiness and love to the point not even death could take it away from you anymore. That’s how strong your feelings for the villain were, you were ready to die for him, but also live for him too.

It didn’t take long for you to open your eyes as you sat there on your bed, and you noticed a pair of raven fluffy hair next to you, which you recognized immediately. Dabi had been sitting by your bed the whole time, waiting for you to wake up, and now he had fallen asleep. You noticed his hand was holding yours, which made your heart feel warm and full. Gently you squeezed his hand enough to let him know that you were awake, and in a few seconds Dabi raised his head, sleepy azure eyes looking at yours.

“Y/N..” he whispered, not holding back the smile on his face as he saw you had finally woken up from your slumber. To him it felt like forever, like you’d been asleep for a long time and god, did he miss you.

“Wow.. I’m still alive, unfortunately..” you joked as he chuckled, softly kissing your hand and making you blush.

“Don’t say that..” he mumbled, his lips brushing on your knuckles. “You scared the living shit out of me, stupid girl..don’t do that again, y’hear me?”

“If I didn’t do that you’d probably end up dead..”

“And so be it” he sighed. “I’m not worth dying for, believe me.. if you had died cause of me, I’d never forgive myself y’know, fuck..”

You noticed he was getting overwhelmed again, you risking your life took a toll on him.

“Hey.. I’ll die for you a million times if I have to..” you replied as his eyes widened. “Did you really mean that? What you said back there..”

Dabi got closer to you, brushing your cheek gently. “Yes, every single word..” he whispered. “I’ve fucked up, I should’ve told you that earlier.. but I was afraid y’know? I’m not cut for that kind of stuff, I can’t be decent for you. I’m a mess, Y/N”

“A hot mess..” you corrected him as he laughed softly. “I don’t think I’d have fallen for you if you weren’t a mess, Dabi. After all, I’m not any better either, I’m fucked up in the head. You’re more than decent for me”

“You’re fucking perfect, you’ve always been” he mumbled, squeezing your flushed cheeks gently. It felt like a great weight was lifted off his chest the moment he confessed back to you, he still thought that he didn’t deserve you, but he decided to not talk any further of that and just admire you instead.

“Hmm.. you said something about letters back there?” Dabi asked, as you looked at him confused. Then it hit you, your face turned red as you looked away from him.

“Nothing” you said.

“Look at me..” he grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Do not hide things from me pretty girl..what are those letters?”

“Ugh Dabi it’s cringe, I’m not showing you any of those letters..” you squealed, embarrassment washing all over you. “It was just.. when I’m usually overwhelmed I write things down on paper.. and those letters were.. well, for you”

Dabi remained speechless as you looked everywhere but him, swallowing nervously the moment his shit eating grin appeared on his face.

“Oh shut the fuck up..” you scoffed, hitting him gently on the chest as he chuckled.

“Damn, since when does a bastard like me get love letters? You’re so fucking cute..I’ll never be worthy of you doll..” he smiled, giving you a peck on the lips without thinking twice. “I’ll burn the world for you, y’know..”

You sat there shocked with your mouth open, not having time to give a proper reaction as Toga and Twice suddenly entered your room.

“Treatment time- Y/N you’re awake!!” Toga jumped happily.

“You are reckless! We were worried about you! Wait, why is your face red, open the windows she is suffocating!” Twice exclaimed. Everything was happening so fast and all you could see was Dabi’s amused reaction at the dumbfounded look on your face.

“Later doll..” he winked, grabbing the pack of cigarettes as he headed out of the room.

Smug bastard.

You smiled, tears of happiness forming in your eyes. This was only the beginning of your journey with him, and you still had so much more to say to each other. It felt like time was running so fast, it always does when you’re with the person you love the most. Dabi had accepted you and your feelings, gladly giving you his heart in return, which you’d keep and take care of until the day you give your last breath. And maybe, even if there is life after death, you knew your soul would always find his, cause it belonged to him forever.

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Word Count: 14k

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Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Alcohol. Graphic Violence. Gun Violence. Lots of Violence. Horror Themes. Possession Themes. Supernatural Themes. Shameless References to The Shining. This is a Darker take on Flip than I usually write, but it’s Halloween!

Inspired by the Seven Deadly Sins.

Everything A Big Bad Wolf Could Want

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Fluff. Language. Chasing kink. Primal Play. If there’s such a thing as Lumberjack kink, it’s in here. Extreme bastardization of fairy tale dialogue.

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If I were Little Red Riding Hood...

Cinderella

Kylo Ren x Reader

HCs Only

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: NSFW. Language. Light Smut. Fluff. Happy Murder Thoughts. Humor.

Cinderella Themes.

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elenavr13 · 9 months

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Darkiplier/Damien Playlist (Updated)

172 songs

Evermore- Dan Stevens

Everybody Wants To Tule the World- Lorde

Control- Halsey

Gasoline- Halsey

Dynasty- MIIA

Judas- Lady Gaga

Take Me To Church- Hozier

Castle- Halsey

Sing To Me- MISSIO

Kamikazee- MISSIO

Panic Room- Au/Ra

Isolate- Sub Urban

Elastic Heart (Rock Cover)- Written by Wolves

Crossfire- Stephen

Dead!- My Chemical Romance

Stressed Out- Twenty One Pilots

Look What You Made Me Do- Taylor Swift

Smooth Criminal- Michael Jackson

The Voice of Darkiplier- Markiplier

I’ll Be Good- Jaymes Young

I Wanna Be Yours- Arctic Monkeys

Do I Wanna Know- Arctic Monkeys

In His Eyes- Jekyll & Hyde (musical)

Can You Feel My Heart- Bring Me to the Horizon

Feeling Good- Michael Buble

Can You Feel My Heart x Favorite Dress (slowed)- Miro remix

My Demons- Starset

Achilles Come Down- Gang of Youth

Monster- Skillet

What’s the Use of Feeling Blue- Caleb Hyles

Where I Want to Be- Chess in Concert

Can’t Help Falling In Love- Ice Nine Kills

The American Nightmare- Ice Nine Kills

A Grave Mistake- Ice Nine Kills

Left Behind- DAGames

Farewell II Flesh- Ice Nine Kills

Below the Surface- Griffinilla

The Wrecked and the Worried- NateWantsToBattle

You Can’t Take Me Anywhere- NateWantsToBattle

Goner- Twenty One Pilots

You’re Gonna Go Far, Kid- The Offspring

Fake You Out- Twenty One Pilots

Miss You- Corpse

Epoch- The Living Tombstone

In the End- Linkin Park

Me, Myself & Hyde- Ice Nine Kills

The World In My Hands- Ice Nine Kills

Popular Monster- Falling In Reverse

Monster- Imagine Dragons

What I Could Have Been- Sting

Hushh- AViVA

Phantom of the Opera

Darkside- NEONI

Broken- DNMO & Sub Urban

Killer In the Mirror- Set It Off

Doubt- Twenty One Pilots

I’m Not Okay- My Chemical Romance

Friends on the Other Side- Princess and the Frog

Poison- WE ARE THE FURY

Apologize- One Republic

My Lullaby (metal cover)- Jonathan Young

I See Red (slowed)- Everybody Loves an Outlaw

Tear In My Heart- Twenty One Pilots

I Hate Everything About You- Three Days Grace

F.L.Y- Ice Nine Kills

Migraine- Twenty One Pilots

Car Radio- Twenty One Pilots

Demons- MISSIO

Snakes- PVRIS & MIYAVI

Villain- KDA

Royalty- Egzod & Maestro Chives ft. Neoni

The Red Means I Love You- Madds Buckley

Loser- Neoni

Not Ready To Die- Avenged Sevenfold

I Want You- Mitski

Poltergeist- Corpse

Life Waster- Corpse

All Of Me (slowed)- John Legend

Young And Beautiful- Lana Del Rey

Dark Paradise (slowed)- Lana Del Rey

How Villains Are Made- Madalen Duke

Love and War- Fluerie

Dark Things- Adona

Wicked Game- Ursine Vulpine

Neptune- Sleeping At Last

Enemy- Tommee Profitt

Far From Home (The Raven)- Sam Tinnesz

City Of The Dead- Eurielle

Throne- Saint Mesa

Paint it, Black- Ciara cover

Man Or A Monster- Sam Tinnesz

Dark On Me- Starset

Hell’s Comin’ With Me- Poor Mans Poison

Wires- The Neighbourhood

Liquid Smooth- Mitski

Little Dark Age- MGMT

Devil In Disguise- Elvis (LLusion)

Toxic- 2WEI

Dark Room- Foreign Figures & EJ Michels

Heathens- Twenty One Pilots

Dance With The Devil- Breaking Benjamin

Black Out Days- Phantogram

Somewhere Only We Know- Keane

Monsters- Ruelle

Whispers In The Dark- Skillet

Salvaged- NateWantsToBattle

Saint Bernard- Lincoln

F*ck You- Silent Child

I Know Those Eyes/This Man Is Dead- Thomas Borchert, Brandi Burkhardt

Broken Inside- Broken Iris

Sweet Dreams- Besomorph

EVIL- AViVA

Saints- Echos

Screaming Bloody Murder- Sum 41

Dandelions (slowed)- Ruth B

Master Mirror- Ashley Serena

Everyday A Little Death- The Count of Monte Cristo

FREAK- Jordan Friction

Broken (slowed)- lovelytheband

Michelle- Sir Chloe

Like A Villain- BAD OMENS

If It’s Vengeance You Want- Unlike Pluto

Monster- Fight The Fade

Listen Before I Go- Billie Eilish

Mary On a Cross (slowed)- Ghost

R.I.F.P.- MOTHICA

Nervous- Lola Blanc

Unravel- Johnathan Young

Lost In Paradise- Evanescence

Lies- Evanescence

Haunted- Laura Les

Dread- Unlike Pluto

Monsters- Shinedown

Black Soul- Shinedown

Sorrow- Sleeping At Last

Seeing Red- Saint Chaos

Villain- Bella Poarch

Lithium- Nirvana

Smells Like Teen Spirit- Nirvana

Down With The Sickness- Disturbed

Animal I Have Become- Three Day Grace

Greed- Godsmack

One of Us is the Killer- The Dillinger Escape Plan

All The King’s Horses- Karmina

Gilded Lily- Cults

Haunted & Unwanted- NateWantsToBattle

Symbol of My Regret- NateWantsToBattle

In My Head- NateWantsToBattle

Vendetta- Unsecret & Krigare

Nothing To Me- NateWantsToBattle

Chasing Cars- Sleeping At Last

Villain- MISSIO

Used to the Darkness- Des Rocs

Unforgiven- Ghost Nation

Monster- Starset

Eight- Sleeping At Last

Already Gone- Sleeping At Last

Devilish- The Phantoms

Motherland- Reach

Falling Away From Me- Korn

Just a Man- Jorge Rivera-Herrans & EPIC Ensemble

Something Wicked- Starset

Darkness in Me- Fight The Fade

I Would Die for You- In This Moment

Eye For An Eye- Rina Sawayama

Psycho in my Head- Skillet

Done With Everything- Line So Thin

Monster- Besomorph

Twisted Games- Night Panda, Krigarè

Killer Inside of Me- Willyecho

King For A Day- Pierce The Veil ft. Kellin Quinn

someone i’m not- Layto

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dystopian-reverie · 2 years

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𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙘 𝙎𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙧 \\ 𝙈𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙆𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩

Title: Loving Marc Spector

Rating: Mature, dark romance and smut, 18+ Minors DNI!!

Content Warnings: gn!reader x Marc Spector, smut, mentions of p in v, rough oral (both of them receiving), knife play, dark romance, mentions and descriptions of blood, fluff, angst+comfort, alcohol consumption, borderline toxic relationship, choking, a freaky reader (it’s the whole package deal, baby ;)

Summary: Being Marc Spector’s lover wasn’t easy, but you would rather cease to exist than wish it was any other way.

A/n: Honestly, this is just a huge mess of a lifestyle fic that tried to encompass all the darkness and softness that came with dating Marc. I hope you enjoy it :) Oh, and I think this would be a much better read if you're listening to Lana Del Rey, The Neighbourhood, or The Arctic Monkeys.

Tag List: @jakelcckley @wowifinallymadeanaccount (just hmu if you want to be on my taglist)

It was unlike anything anyone would ever feel in their life.

Loving him was tiring. The way he would clam up the moment you seem to scratch through the surface of his high walls. He wanted you to see the pain and aching, wanted to show it all to you, strip himself bare, but being unable to. So he'd show that he loves you the only way he can- stripping you bare and taking you all to himself and making sure that you know you are his, and only his to take, drowning in the sound of you screaming his name.

Loving him was painful. He'd come back home, bloodied and scarred from another life-draining mission, and when asked why he didn't use his suit's healing power, he'd simply place the medical kit in your hands and drop down on the couch.

You'd feel his muscle tense underneath you, trying not to flinch, his grunts barely escaping his mouth as his fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs while you toiled away, fixing up his wounds.

"Why do this the hard way?" A question he's heard too many times, paired with those glistening eyes of yours.

"Simply because I can," He'd say, not in any hurry to rush the moment.

Loving him was scary. Eyes of a sinner, the same eyes that held so much potential for care and kindness, boring into you as he ruts into you, tearing cries after cries from your constricted throat. The tight grasp his fingers has over your neck never softens as he uses it as his leverage to make you do whatever he wanted at the moment.

Your legs draped over his shoulders, you'd get reminded quite harshly how Marc wasn't the one who showed mercy when you messed up with each and every thrust.

Loving Marc Spector was your face being raised to meet his, as his eyes, with carnal fascination, closely followed the tears streaming down your cheeks. It was taking in all the pride when he groans out how pretty you looked crying for him. It was not being able to tug on his hair when he closes the little space between you both to lick away the tears, littering kisses all over your face- a soft action while your entrance was being abused over and over, without a break.

It was his calloused thumb stroking your cheeks, spreading the wetness over your hot skin, as his tongue danced against the skin of your neck, leaving scars- a work of art.

Loving him was not knowing what was gonna happen next, a thrill down your spine every time he looks at you with those hooded eyes of his.

Loving him was living in a Lana Del Rey song, accompanied by The Neighbourhood constantly playing around you as the world gets drenched in a black and white filter when he lifts you up and spins you around in the middle of the night. The only time Marc worshipped the moon- when its glow illuminated your laughing face, capturing what he wished he could keep in his eyes forever. Your giggles muffled quickly as he brought you down to meet his lips, kissing you with a tenderness that he rarely showed.

Your fingers would play with his raven locks as your legs wrapped around his waist. He'd hold you up as you caressed him with a tenderness that he never knew.

You'd lose all sense of time looking into those eyes of his, shamelessly mesmerized and deep enough in love to admit you never want to look away.

Marc Spector melted away every bit of inhibition that was left in you, giving you something entirely new. Freedom. For the first time in your life, you felt free. You felt desired and wanted to get drunk in that feeling. You felt all the things that you taught yourself to stash away in a dark corner of your brain, all the things this world had asked you to not feel for that makes you weaker- you felt pretty, you felt beautiful, you felt fragile and yet so safe, you felt the entire cosmos thudding inside your ribcage as his eyes traveled all over your body, his hands following shortly behind.

He showed you a part of yourself that you thought wasn't possible to exist, but yet here you both were, confused beyond limit as to what you both were doing to each other's mind and body, but loving it nevertheless.

Loving him was finally knowing that this was an addiction, this love that you have for Marc Spector was your drug, and you weren't getting clean anytime soon.

A small bedroom, fit for two, only the walls and the bed as witnesses for all the things he did to you.

On some blessed nights, you and Marc would sway along to the music, a bottle of whiskey in one of his hands as his other guided you, and you both would tumble over each other, followed by your fits of slurry giggles.

"Open your mouth, baby," Marc would order, taking a swing from his bottle. You'd obey, as usual, like the good little doll he always said you were and feel the wetness of the alcohol being poured into your mouth, gulping it softly as it burned your throat.

Marc would catch that one drop that slid down your chin with the tip of his tongue and lick it all the way up to your mouth, soon engulfing both of you in a heated kiss, all tongue, and teeth.

Loving him hurts so good. When your knees ache from all the friction the floorboard was creating as your throat struggled to take all of him inside. He would hold your head still with a fistful of your hair in his grasp, fastening his pace as his cock moved in and out of your mouth. His filthy moans, praises, swears, and words would make it all worth it. Yet again, he'd slowly trace his finger over your cheeks as your tears adorned them, glistening. They were his rewards, a sight you knew he craved for.

On especially cruel afternoons, his eyes would narrow down on you, a dark shadow cast over them that made your skin tingle. He would be drenched in the smell of sweat and liquor, yet his stand was unwavering and on guard all the time. His lips turned up into a snarl as he contemplates how to sting you with his words again, his mind twisted as the alcohol continues to mess his head.

You'd try not to cry, not to yell at him, to maintain your composure at all times.

"Why do you make caring for you so hard, Marc?" Your voice would tremble, trying to keep together what was left of your sanity.

"If it's so damn hard, maybe you shouldn't be doing it in the first place," His words cut you up.

"Ever thought about it that way? Hmm?" He advanced toward you, the stench of alcohol clouding your senses. "Maybe you should pack it up and leave me to it because I don't seem to need you, do I?"

"You don't mean that," Your voice was no more than a whisper, trying to sound confident and restraining the doubt and sorrow seeping through.

He let out a breathy laugh. Tracing the outline of your face and tugging a strand of loose hair behind your ears, he lowered himself down to your face.

"Oh baby, how would a person stupid enough to stay with me know what I mean and what I don't," Even while gutting you through his words, his habit of playing with that single track of tear didn't change. He stroked your now tear-stained cheek as he studied you.

"What if every single 'I love you' I've ever told you was a lie?"

Everything inside you would snap all at once as you pushed him back and walked as fast as you could to the bathroom, locking the door swiftly and turning on the shower so it could drown out your sobs. You'd sink down to the floor, your head between your legs.

At times like these, you didn't know how many times you could remind yourself that this was his intrusive thoughts talking, not him. This was a product of his trauma, not the part of him that's working through it. But it still stings, it still hurts like someone was drowning your freshly wounded body inside the salt water.

It wasn't until late at night, that he'd crawl back home to you, with the weight of his words butchering him inside.

He'd find you curled up on the couch, passed out from exhaustion. Stirring from your sleep, you'd be met with a man on the verge of breaking down in front of you. Propping yourself up groggily, you'd see him through your puffy eyes.

"Marc?"

His face would contort in pain, as he fell to his knees beside you, making you fully sit up. Tears would cloud his eyes as he looked down to hide them from you, but not having much control of them.

"Baby, I am so-" His words would get caught in his throat as a sob threatens its way out of him. Apologising wasn't Marc's best area.

A few seconds would pause with neither of you saying anything. You'd see the man crouching in front of you, probably in more pain than most people can imagine.

"Please don't hate yourself," You whispered, ripping away a sob from him.

He looked up at you with bloodshot eyes. "Baby I didn't mean a single word I said," He shook his head, crawling closer to you, afraid touching you anywhere was more than what he deserved.

"It's just, sometimes, my mind, it forces me to think stuff like that, and I was drunk, I couldn't think clearly and I got the darkness to get the better of me. I didn't mean any of that,"

He would go on for minutes together, trying to make you understand how none of that was supposed to happen and how sometimes his mind tries to get rid of anything that gives him happiness.

With a promise of working through it together and both of you patching up each other through words of kindness and assurance, you and Marc would pass out on the couch, holding each other close with a newfound hope that one day, everything would be fine and neither of you would have to get hurt like that again.

Caring for him was exhaustive. But you did it anyway, and you'd do it over and over and over. There were things about each other that neither of you understood. You'd often feel his curious eyes follow you wherever you went, and when you finally looked at him with raised eyebrows and asked him what was wrong, you'd always be met with the same question or other variations of it.

"Why do you even put up with me?"

"I love you, and I find that love worth enough to be with you through everything- the good and the bad" You'd smile simply, not understanding the waves of storms crashing against that man's heart.

Marc Spector was not a man used to feeling loved, you knew that, and you were going to do everything in your power to change that.

Loving him was corrupting you. Venturing into the darkest and deepest parts of yourself was something you prohibited yourself from doing, but when Marc came into your life, all of that changed.

All of your wildest fantasies and desires ran wild whenever he was in your vicinity, and he'd always know. His lips curling into a smirk, he'd wait you out, trying not to make the first move and he sees you through his side vision as you try to not get lost in your thoughts, blushing and trying desperately to ground yourself.

Realizing that his hypersexuality was slowly seeping into your character was terrifying at first, always thinking about taking him all to yourself as you both devour each other whenever you so much as looked at him leaning against the wall. But as time went on, you both decided to temporarily push away the problematic part of hypersexuality and indulge in all the pleasure it offered.

His hands would be snaking behind your waist in no time as both of you crashed into each other within moments of prolonged eye contact. A hundred different ways to explore and push each other's limits, to bring one another to the brink of life and beyond.

Straddling his thighs, grinding against his bulge as his fingers brush over your lips, watching his eyes slowly but hungrily grazing over all of you- everything about the two of you was more than intoxicating.

There was something so incredibly poetic about this love, something so tragic and erotic, so strong and alluring that even thinking about getting out of this burned you from inside.

At times, things that shouldn't happen, according to Marc, do happen, such as you getting stuck in the crossfire in one of his missions.

It was during moments like those you get to see Marc's feral rage that didn't spare anyone who went against him. He wouldn't just 'knock them over', he'd hurt them, bad. And as much as you knew that shouldn't invoke any emotion other than fear, you couldn't help but get enticed by watching that.

He'd be covered in blood, a little bit of his own, and a lot of his enemies, by the time he's done with them, he'd turn around to look back at you, looking at him with something that was not fear. Then it struck him- you weren't as innocent as he initially thought you were. And boy did it rile him up.

Dragging you into a dark alley where there was no chance of anyone getting a glimpse of all the sinful things about to happen, he takes his time studying you to see how this part of him made you react.

He'd bring his hand in front of your face; fresh, gleaming blood on his fingers, lingering inches away from your skin. Your breath hitched on your windpipe as he stroked his thumb against your cheek, smearing the thick liquid on you. The metallic scent, adding on to everything that was going on, was overwhelming your senses.

"Marc," You moaned as he cupped your face, getting all the blood on you. You brought your hand to his own face, tracing all the blood smears, some even from his own wounds.

Pulling him closer to you, you brought your lips near his cheeks, hovering just above them. You could feel his breath, hot and uneven on your neck, adding to the heat gathering down under you.

It was a small peck on his cheek at first, as his hands traveled down your sides, grabbing you tighter and getting blood all over your dress. Then you kissed him all over his face, licking and sucking under his jawline, feeling them clench and release as he basked in a sinister glory.

He knew he damn well shouldn’t do what he was about to, but seeing you dancing on the edge of a darkness so engulfing, his fingers fished out a pocket knife. As soon as you caught up to what he was doing, your heart beat sped up, pounding against your chest, anticipation burning in the pit of your stomach as to what he was going to do.

It wasn’t long before you felt the cold press of the metal against your cheek, grazing ever so lightly as he traced it across your features, watching you intently as he did so.

You didn’t know what has gotten into you, everything was spinning and spiralling down, and all you could think of was Marc and all the malicious things he was doing to you.

Ever so slowly, you opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue, earning a raised eyebrow from him, followed by a dark chuckle that turned your insides upside down. The silver, shining in the dark, brushed ever so softly against your lips before meeting your tongue. A swift and tender lick to the metal was all it took for Marc to finally snap, something dangerous and disturbing awakening inside him.

He withdrew the blade from your mouth and held it against your neck, forcing you to arch your head back. Beautiful. This was all so wrong. Both of you knew you should stop this, but never did. Marc proceeded to fuck you raw, his one hand gripping your thigh that was wrapped around his hips, and the other one holding the knife in its place.

This damned side of him, one that he swore he would never reveal to anyone, let alone the love of his life, was finally being seen, scratch that, was being engulfed wholly, and he loved it. He loved every fucking second of it. He was never letting you go. Never.

Loving him was handing over your trust and power. This was something you and Marc both had problems with at the beginning. Neither of you was used to trusting people so completely that your mind could just finally calm down and rest for some time.

The compulsive urge to be in control of every situation was what brought you two together in the first place, driving you insane. And before you knew it, you both took the battle to the bed, trying to get control of each other.

Your arms would be bruised with the way he gripped you, holding you back from toppling him to his side as you tried to take the upper hand.

Your nails had dug deep into his toned frame, dragging them down and earning a deep growl that invoked something filthy in you.

It took some time for both of you to trust each other with your vulnerability, to finally succumb to the desire to be taken apart completely and put back together.

The first time Marc ever handed his power over to you- a day you'd never forget. Tears pooled in his eyes as he shut them tight, drowning in the pleasure of being taken care of for once. Shaky breaths and sweaty bodies, your moans, and whispers of assurance, praising him and spilling love everywhere as you rode him.

Your fingers moved in and out of his mouth as he tried to keep his wide eyes trained on you, but he couldn't stop them from rolling back at times- such a pretty sight. All hinted to him that maybe, just maybe, this was the part of his life where he can finally unwind.

He trusted you, and that single realization brought about unfamiliar waves of emotions crashing around him.

Loving him was adrenaline coursing through your veins. Marc was a dangerous man, and at times when life seemed to be sunshine and daisies with his adorable alter, you seem to forget that.

The split second in which he can grab a gun and change the course of the fight, his eyes trained on his target like a hawk as his mind contemplated about a hundred different ways to end this.

Loving him was rushing to the getaway car and starting the vehicle for him to slide beside you hastily as your both drove away from danger, hearts pounding and all your senses heightened. Marc would always be on extra edge when you were with him because he'd raise hell if anything happens to you. Having you with him didn't help him on his missions at all, but when you were dragged into the middle of all this, he had no choice but to do this with you.

Surprisingly, it didn't take a heavy toll on you, like how he'd expected. But what did he know? After all, you did fuck him like a filthy slut in a back alley, both of you covered in blood and sweat, with a goddamn knife to your throat.

Loving him meant getting pushed against the wall, having your chin grabbed harshly, making you look up at him as he scolds you, asking you to be more careful and smarter.

The wild, wild glare of his set on the guy who tried to harm you as he proceeded to beat him to half death, stopped only because you stepped in. Eyes and actions of a maniac as soon as he felt like his girl was in danger.

He’d grab your wrists a bit too tight as he checked you for wounds, making sure you were alright in his own ways, despite you reassuring him several times.

You could see the single vessel pulsating on his forehead, all the veins on his arms popping out, glistening from the sweat. His wet hair clung to his forehead as he'd look around, making sure you were alone before giving you a proper punishment for worrying him like that.

You knew you'd follow this man to the end of the Earth, that was the kind of chokehold he had over you. This love was no joke.

Loving him was discovering the soft pleasures. Being Marc Spector's girlfriend, it was rare for you to find a dull moment, and that's why they were so precious for both you and Marc.

Lazy afternoons with both of you doing absolutely nothing but wasting away time, laying on the bed, talking about this and that- the kind of peace and calm Marc had never even dared to wish for.

You'd both buy random things for each other while coming back home, from ice creams to flowers, from fridge magnets to donuts, from a hardcover special edition book that you've been eyeing for weeks to a thin bracelet, or a small pendant to add to that pretty chain of his.

You never let yourself dream about love, for fear of what would happen if you never get to feel that in real life. But you felt it, warm and fuzzy, like a blanket covering you from head to toe in a warm embrace. When Marc massaged your back to release those tension, it mostly lead to both of you fucking on the mattress, slow and deep, pressing every inch of each other's body as the ache oozed away.

Everything was so raw with Marc. From fucking to loving. So unfiltered to the point you were sure that this is what your life was meant to be. When the soft moments come around, you hold on to them, cherishing them forever.

Loving him was poetic. Marc was never a man of words. He was not as smooth as Jake or as heart-melting as Steven, he knew that. He'd look at you, sleeping peacefully beside him, safe in his warm embrace and his heart would ache with all the love that he has for you, but can't get you to see it.

On one of those incredibly frustrating times, he'd finally found his voice. Grabbing your waist and earning a light gasp from you as he interrupted your chore, he held your face so that you couldn't look at anything but him.

For some time, he did nothing but hold you close, taking all of you in; your face, your soft hands perched over his shoulders, his hands perfectly sitting on the curve of your waist, your scent, your hair framing your face.

"I was just a shell of a man who didn't know if I wanted to live or die when I first met you," He said. This was so out of character for him, he realized, as he watched your eyebrows furrow.

He placed his finger on your lips as you opened your mouth to say something.

"Listen to me, baby. But now, you make me want to burn down this whole world if it means I could live with you,"

Too stunned to speak, you let his words sink in as a smile dawned on your face. Marc was only ever used to getting you flustered by his actions, through sex and touch. But now, seeing a bright red bloom on your cheeks, all because he finally decided to let you know how he felt, he tasted paradise.

"You scare me. Your love, this love, scares me," He said. "But the heaven be damned if I'd ever leave you." Placing his forehead on yours, he was only hoping that he wasn't being too cheesy and scaring you away. But all of that nervousness melted away as you flung your arms around him, collecting him in a warm embrace, one that warmed both of your souls and body.

He was poetry. Everything about him was pure, enthralling, poetry. The way the morning light would hit his face and his bare body was the first thing you saw every day you woke up made your heart full.

Holding his palm in yours as he finally opened up to you, a strong feat that even he didn't know was possible- poetry.

The way his smile adorned his face, his eye crinkles appearing more profound as a genuine laugh would encase you in a warm bubble, a melody to your ears- poetry.

The way he was in the middle of getting the fourth orgasm out of you that night, with his fingers and tongues working miracles on you as you lay there, a sobbing, sweating, and panting mess under him, basking in his praises and commands- poetry.

Marc Spector was the love of your life. There was so much love to give, and so much to take. This love was how you started living, and this love was going to be the death of you. There is only Love & Lust and Love & Lust and Love & Lust...

#moon knight #moon knight fanfic #moon knight fanfiction #moon knight smut #moon knight x reader #moon knight imagines #moon knight fluff #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #marc spector x reader #oscar isaac #oscar isaac x reader #nathan bateman #jonathan levy #poe dameron #leto atreides

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Nectar of the Gods

Blue Banisters Track List

Pairing: Robb Stark x Fem! Mormont Reader

Warnings: Hurt, hurt no comfort, past relationships, family deaths, briefly mentioned violence, final goodbyes, pure angst, Robb being an idiot and putting the North in danger

Summary: After the death of your aunt and your father, you knew you had to return to Bear Island. You couldn’t take it anymore, watching Robb live a life you weren’t a part of any longer. When the King in the North himself finds you packing your bags, many things left unsaid finally come to light.

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A/N: This is the start of the Blue Banisters Track List!! (A new project which is likely going to be a bit inconsistent in terms of order and posting)

This fic is a mix of show and book canon if that makes sense? I was rewatching the show and every time we get to the whole Robb x Talisa plotline I lose my mind at how weird it is but I digress.

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< What sweet world is this? Honey on the vine..

School kid dreams came true, then passed in the night

I used to dream about people like you, now I don’t know why… >

-Lana Del Rey, Nectar of the Gods

You hurried to pack your things from the tent you had once shared with your aunt, the one you still shared with two of her daughters, your cousins, Dacey and Lyra. Maege’s oldest and third oldest. The rest, Alysane, Jorelle, and Lyanna, remained at Bear Island.

The she-bear is no more. When her daughters decided to remain by the King’s side, you knew you could not. Then, the message came from up North. From the Wall.

To your luck, the raven’s message landed in the hands of Catelyn Stark, not her son’s. It was Catelyn who came up to you, pulling you into her tent to talk alone. Her eyes alone saw the tears when she told you.

Your father was dead. Killed by his own men in a mutiny beyond the wall.

You were taught better than to react in the way you did, in disbelief and agony. In shock. You had stared at the older woman for a few moments before you could even process her words, yet your eyes seemed to beat your mind to it, tears streaming down your face as you stared past Catelyn, towards the opening of the tent and out into the beyond.

When the sobs broke through, you felt her hands on your arms, holding you up so you wouldn’t fall over, bringing you close and providing you with the comfort only a mother could, even though you would never get to call her by that name.

Even though she herself had expected you to one day.

You were thankful that Catelyn atleast understood your pain. While you hailed from Bear Island, while you held the name Mormont and were loyal as can be to House Stark, while you knew how to fight and lead like the rest of your family, the pain of it all weighed on you. As much as you tried to hide it, for the pride of your house, for your own dignity, it was far too much, and you and the Stark matriarch both knew the pain went beyond the death of your father.

It was everything inbetween.

The two Stark girls whom you loved like sisters, in what felt like increasingly mortal danger because of Robb’s rebellion.

The death of your aunt, who cared for you as though you were her own when your mother died, when your much older half-brother Jorah disgraced the house, and when your father left to take the black.

The fear for your house and your future, leaving your dear young cousin Lyanna at home and in charge of Bear Island with her mother’s most trusted advisors.

The fact that your father was killed by his own men, by the job he had commited his life to.

The heartbreak of Robb moving on.

The anger caused by his stupidity.

The moment you learned he had married that Westerling woman, the one who traveled along with the infantry, healing men who probably didn’t have a chance, you knew this war was doomed. Not because of what Walder Frey would do, but because of Robb’s clear lack of foresight. How could he not see what the rest of you saw? All for one woman.

You had never asked that of him.

Your engagement had been broken off when the war began. He told you he wanted to keep the engagement but did not want you to be a target, and you had told him that the greatest chance he’d have at winning this war was through an advantageous marriage. One that would offer far more than your family could. You didn’t do it because you didn’t love him, no. The both of you were desolate at the reality of it all. In your mind, you hoped he would refuse to marry throughout the war. Hoped the “young wolf” would be strong enough, that he wouldn’t need to. But you knew better, and you knew he needed the numbers. If Arya and Sansa were going to survive, he needed a stronger army and a wife that could offer more to him standing by his side.

When he promised to marry Walder Frey’s daughter, your heart broke. Yet the passage was worth it. The North was worth it.

You would do it a thousand times over for Sansa and Arya, and you’d do the same for your own young cousins that were like sisters to you. Not that Dacey and Lyra needed protecting, but if they did, you would do it for them without much thought.

For his family, for his sisters, you broke the engagement.

And Robb threw all of that away, and the North along with it, by marrying Talisa.

As you changed into more suitable riding clothes, you couldn’t help but think of the past. Of when you thought you had it all figured out. You closed your eyes, and tears slipped out at the memories of him.

Holding his hand and walking through the glass gardens. Braiding Sansa’s hair. Chasing after Bran and Arya as they climbed up walls and through windows.

Or when he kissed you in the Godswood, telling you that you were standing on the spot where you would eventually marry.

Lies.

You would never have any of those things again.

“Y/n?”

You startled at Robb’s voice, wiping away any stray tears and turning around to prepare to face him, hiding your bags behind your back.

“Yes, your highness?” You responded bitterly as he entered the tent on your response.

“Please don’t call me that. When did you ever get so formal?” He muttered.

“I’ve always been formal to those who require it.”

“I do not require it of you.”

“Your station and our relationship does.”

“You mean our lack of a relationship?” He bit slightly before calming again.

You stood, unmoving, eyes glazing past him as you waited for him to get on with it. He stepped forward and you stiffened.

“I had realized we never spoke about Maege…” He stepped even closer and his hand reached up before you quickly took a step back from him, confused at his purpose and his words. He looked at you with a pained expression at your coldness, and it just made you angry. None of this was your choice. “Your aunt was a great woman,” he began. “I know you loved her deeply, and she looked after you like you were her own. I am truly sorry for your loss.”

Perhaps, under different circumstances, Robb’s condolences may have made you soften. May have had you second-guessing your choice to leave. Now, looking at him, you could hardly recognize the man you once loved. He spoke with the compassion he always seemed to hold within him, yet the way he stood, the way he looked, he had this strange self-righteousness. As if this could save you from your pain… and what of your father? He must not know.

You stood there staring at him before you spoke, in as neutral a tone as you could muster. “We have all made great sacrifices, your highness. I believe my aunt may rest easy knowing her own sacrifice, that of her life, saved countless others.” Unlike you, you thought to yourself. No, he sacrifices others. Not himself.

Robb wasn’t an idiot, and his expression sunk at your words. “I appreciate every sacrifice that has been made on behalf of the North.”

Sadness and anger were welling up within you, and gods, you wanted to yell at him. You wondered if you could still get away with something like that, yet you simply muttered, thinking of your father, your aunt, the stark girls. “And a great many, indeed.”

“Y/n… do not insinuate that I do not know sacrifice. I have lost as much, if not more, compared to all those here.”

“Whatever you believe,” you spoke, looking directly into his eyes, “it doesn’t really matter in the end, does it? It doesn’t matter what we’ve lost, it’s already gone.” You turned your head away, willing tears to stay put in your eyes.

“I am sorry.”

You didn’t know what he was apologizing for. “It is what it is.”

“I made you a promise. And I broke it.”

“You did.”

“Why must you always act like it doesn’t matter to you?” He scoffed, frustrated. There was a pause. “Were you.. were you packing up your things to leave?”

You turned to look at your bags on the bed.

“I don’t know what you want me to say, your highness.”

“Don’t call me that, please, for gods sakes. And all I ever wanted was an ounce of pushback from you! We were to be married, and you gave that away so easily, yet now you punish me for it every day because I married Talisa!”

“Robb,” you spoke harshly, stopping his rant, giving him what he seemed to want. An honest response. “You’re right, I am angry with you. Just not for the selfish reasons you think I am.”

“Well if you’re abandoning the war effort, it’s better for me to hear it now before you’re taken prisoner.”

You sighed at his childish threat. “I think you haven’t seen a single thing I’ve done. Of course breaking the engagement mattered to me! How could you not see that? You know how much I loved you, how on earth could you really think I gave that up so easily? Without second thoughts? I did it for you! And you’re so far up your own arse at this point that you can’t even see that! I sacrificed my love for you for the lives of your sisters. For the chance to win this war. Is that not a good enough reason for you? It’s not that you married Talisa, it’s that I agreed to end the engagement while under the impression that it would change the tides of the war. That you would marry a Frey and secure the twins. But you didn’t do that, Robb. And it felt like a knife in my back.” Robb stood a few paces away from you, a hurt expression across his face, one of shame and sadness. “I made that sacrifice for nothing.”

“I love her. That’s why I married her. I loved, I still love, you… I could not marry a woman I did not love. It wouldn’t have been right for either of us.”

“This is not about love, Robb. It is about duty, and honor. I know you believe what you did was honorable, honorable to the sanctity of vows and marriage… but you killed hundreds if not thousands of our men with your choice. Is that worth it to you? Is that truly so honorable, if it meant breaking your promises?”

“We will make it right with the Freys, and pay our debts another way. But you, you broke your promise to me. And now you stand here with your bags packed, is that not breaking your promise, too?”

“I did it for your family! I did it to try to save your sisters, and I did it for you! How can you not see that? And I’m leaving now because my family is in trouble, my cousins just lost their mother and now must rule the island. I’ve given up so much for you, for your family…” You rose your voice in anger, beginning to lose control of your emotions, hands beginning to shake as you tied up your bags.

“Even if they are family, what would your father think of you being a deserter?”

“Do not speak of my father-“ your voice broke, tears welling up in your eyes.

“If you were under his command he’d have you killed for abandoning your position, y/n,”

“He’s dead, Robb!” You yelled, eyes locking to his, tears dripping from your eyes like spring rain. “My father is dead.”

“Y/n- I didn’t know,” Robb’s face had fallen to one of sympathy, his hand reached out for you, to comfort you like he had so many times in the past. And this time you let his hand reach your shoulder. You stiffly let him protectively put a hand on the top of your head, and pull you into his embrace. After a moment, you relaxed into his warmth, exhaling shakily as the tears kept coming. “I know how much he meant to you. I am so sorry…”

“Robb, you have to let me go,” you whispered, and you knew he understood you meant he needed to let you return home, because his hold around you was maintained. “I don’t have anything left for me here. I want another chance. A chance to be happy. I want to protect and defend my home, and the family I have left.”

“I can’t,” he told you earnestly. “I can’t.”

“You’re married, you moved on… So why won’t you let me?”

“I didn’t, really. I couldn’t.”

“But you did. You can’t take any of it back, Robb. And I know that I can’t either.” You paused to collect yourself before continuing. “Do you want to know how my father died?”

He was silent for a moment before asking, “how?”

“His own men killed him. There was a mutiny.” His grip around you tightened. “My father was an incredibly respected man. And in the end, no matter how much he did right, he did not pay enough attention to what was right in front of him. I don’t think he ever considered just how possible it was that his men would turn on him.”

“The North is stronger than a band of criminals. We have a family name to stand behind, we have bannermen who swore oaths for generations. It is different,” he rationalized, looking down at you. And you looked up, and then, you could remember why you fell in love with him. With his handsome face and dark curls, his fierce yet pragmatic nature, the overwhelming protection, and the way his adoration for you shone through his eyes. The way you could feel it. And your heart hurt, because you thought he might be wrong. His eyes stayed on yours as you spoke.

“Nothing is as strong as it seems, Robb… You just crossed Walter Frey. One of the most selfish men I’ve ever met, the lord of a great river lands house, and of the crossing, which you desperately need for this war… I could be wrong. I could be, but I’ve already lost you. I’ve already lost your sisters. I’ve lost my aunt, who raised me as her own, and I’ve lost my father. I cannot be here anymore. There is nothing for me here, and while I can never forgive you for the choices you made, I also cannot bear to lose more of you than I already have.”

Robb brought his hands up to your face, brushing the water from your eyes as his own eyes welled with tears.

“You have to let me go,” you pleaded again, voice barely even a whisper.

“I know,” he nodded. “At least let me get a horse and supplies for you. Meet me at the eastern edge of the camp.”

And with that, he quickly withdrew his hands, leaving your tent without a second glance.

As you waited, you ensured you had packed everything. You double-checked the items and re-laced your boots before throwing on a warm cloak and stepping outside. The air was growing colder, and with the winds came winter.

You quickly made your way to the edge, and by the tree line you spotted him. Standing with your horse, already saddled.

He was silent when you approached, and could not meet your eye as he took your bags and attached them. He automatically held a hand out to help you mount, but when you took it, he looked at you again. And he truly looked at you. His eyes ran over the details of your face, like he was committing it to memory, and held your hand like a lifeline. He looked at you with sad desperation, pulling you into a hug once more, tucking your head under his chin and holding you so tight you could hardly breathe. When his grip loosened, he placed a tender kiss to your forehead, and within it held every memory, and every touch.

“You know where to go. Just promise me to be careful. Go quickly, don’t stop for anyone… I love you, y/n.” His voice sounded hoarse, too much emotion behind it to even speak of.

“I love you too, Robb,” you told him, staring deep into his eyes as you cried for what felt like the millionth time that day. “And I am sorry that wasn’t enough.”

He simply nodded, and helped you onto the horse.

He did not look at you as you fixed the hold on the reins or the lay of your cloak along your back, but as you urged your horse into a galloping pace and you looked back, his eyes were fixed on you.

You knew then that you would always love him, and no matter how lost he made you feel, and while you could never forgive him, you could now move forward. You knew you could find your way.

Whether Robb made it through or not, your situations wouldn’t change. Too much had transpired to ever go back.

No, even if you both survived this war, you knew that this would be the last time you ever saw Robb Stark.

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DAY TWO - DOUBLE PENETRATION. Rei Sakuma x Fem!Reader x Kaoru Hakaze (Originally posted Oct 5th)

Contains : Threesome, Fem!Reader, double penetration in one hole, praise kink, creampie(s), not proofread.

Word Count : 1.4k

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How did you end up here, exactly, sandwiched in between two of the most beautiful men you have ever seen? You can’t exactly remember now, your brain is in overdrive as the sensations of two sets of hands on you drives you wild. Your knees would have been sore from the awkward position if not for the soft mattress supporting you and your two partners. Rei holds you up so you can comfortably lean against him, he and Kaoru both on their knees as well. Kaoru is the most undressed out of the three of you, having taken his shirt off the second you got behind closed doors.

Behind you, Kaoru presses his naked chest against your still-clothed back, ducking his head down to leave feathery-light kisses behind your ear, breathing out how beautiful you look in the moonlight; thinking of it now, you realise Rei wouldn’t be doing this if it were the middle of the day, as he always seems to pick up more energy during the nighttime.

“Such a gorgeous girl,” Rei praises, his hand delicately tracing your cheek, “so perfect for me.”

“For us, you mean.” Kaoru reminds his unit partner of his presence, his hand cupping your breast and squeezing it, eliciting a squeak out of you. “I think it’s about time we make our girl feel good, huh, Sakuma?”

If you were paying more attention, you would hear the challenging tone behind the blonde’s words, trying to get a rise from the self-proclaimed old vampire in front of him. The most he gets is a squint of Rei’s red eyes, followed by a smirk. If it’s a challenge Kaoru wants, it’s a challenge he’ll get.

The raven-haired man looks back to you, both hands coming to cup your face.

“Are you alright if we remove your clothes, my dear?” He asks, and you nod fervently - your desperation for their touches clouds your pride, instead rendering you into a pathetic, horny mess for the two men.

Rei’s hands trail underneath your shirt, lifting it up and off of you, and Kaoru helps you remove your pants. Your underwear follows soon after, leaving you completely naked and vulnerable in front of your partners. You don’t remember when the blonde had taken his pants off as well, because you turn your head around to look at him and come face-to-face with him pumping his cock in his hand, a heavy blush spreading across his cheeks.

“Fuck, you look absolutely amazing.” He says, lightly panting. You feel your thighs quiver at his attention, and a hand on your jaw pulls you back to face Rei instead.

He’s fully nude as well, his own dick hard, tip an angry red and dripping with precum. You feel your ego grow slightly at the reaction you pull out of the two of them - who knew you had such an effect on, what were supposed to be, such unattainable men? You feel your cunt clench around nothing as the anticipation grows heavy in your stomach, excitement blooming through your chest.

Kaoru shifts behind you, rustling through a compartment in the drawer next to the bed, pulling out a bottle of lube. He squirts a generous amount on his hand, wrapping it around his dick and continuing to pump it. Rei takes the bottle from him and follows his actions, preparing to take you.

“Have you ever had two men in one hole, darling?” The raven-haired man questions you, and you reply with a simple ‘no’. He chuckles at that, moving closer to you so he can run the tip of his dick through your wet folds. You shiver, giving a weak whimper to the dirty thoughts that run through your mind from his simple action. Your reaction isn’t lost on him, and he takes your opportunistic submissiveness to wrap his arms around you, pressing you completely against him.

Kaoru huffs behind you, and suddenly you feel his dick pressed in between your asscheeks, one of his hands coming to wrap lightly around your neck and let your head rest against his shoulder, the other going to rub your clit.

“She’ll take us well, I know it.” He says, his breath tickling your ear. “Won’t you?”

“Yes, yes- I- I will.” You rush you, and both men smile at your reply. All you want to do is be good for them.

Kaoru is the one to move first, his tip prodding at your hole, and you moan in relief at the sensation of him finally pushing himself inside, the lube and your juices mixing together to make the movement as smooth as possible. You feel so full, but you know that there’s more to come - Rei clears his throat, and your eyes focus on him once more as he takes his turn.

Once he pushes inside, it feels like you’re being split open in the best way possible - your tight cunt wraps around both his and Kaoru’s dicks, sucking them in. Rei moves slowly, letting your body accommodate to the pleasant yet unusual stretch. Your hands grasp for support; one grabbing onto the raven-haired man’s bicep and the other tangling itself in Kaoru’s hair. The blonde moans as you tug at his luscious hair when Rei finally bottoms out, their two dicks pressing deeply inside of you.

Neither of them can help themselves when it comes to you - you’re just so pliant and submissive that Rei finds it hard to hold back from nipping at your neck while the man behind you continues fondling your breasts, whispering sweet words into your ear. A particular tug at your nipple makes you tighten around the two of them, and they finally look into each others’ eyes, thinking the same thing. You’re ready.

Once again, Kaoru makes the first move, thrusting in and out slowly. He hisses as his cock rubs up against Rei’s, and you’re desperately trying to cling onto the last of your sanity once the latter starts moving as well. They’re both matched with each others’ rhythm, Rei thrusting in as Kaoru slips out, and vice versa. The noises at the back of your throat freely tumble out from your lips as you moan both of their names, your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

“God, you feel so fuckin’ good,” Kaoru’s words are nearly slurred as he finds himself lost in the pleasure, “such a tight pussy.”

Rei isn’t doing much better than his unitmate - your walls are so wet and warm around him, your body welcoming him like the good girl he knows you are. He feels his impending release approaching when he looks down to see his cock disappearing into your pussy, the outline of him pushing against your stomach as your insides accommodate to the two long, thick dicks fucking you.

One particular thrust from Kaoru makes you lose the rest of your composure. “Fuck, please- again, need that again,” you babble mindlessly, tears pricking the corner of your eyes from the pure need you’re experiencing. “I’m gonna cum soon-”

They don’t need your words to know you’re close - your vice grip on them somehow tightens up further, your previous wetness dripping down your thighs and down from their shafts to their balls. Your hands are still holding onto your partners for dear life as you feel the coil in your lower stomach about to snap.

The feeling of Kaoru’s dick rubbing against his own and along with the feeling of your cunt wrapped around him makes Rei finally come, him releasing a loud, long groan as his seed spills into you. The blonde follows immediately after that, moaning your name, his cum filling you up. The sensation of both their essences unloaded into your pussy feels so good, triggering your own climax.

“Fuck!” You exclaim, followed by a loud whine of both their names.

Rei finally lets you lay down properly on the bed, Kaoru doing the same as well. The feeling of their cum seeping out of you makes you shiver, and pride blooms in their own chests - you’re claimed by them, properly fucked out of your mind. Your eyes are still hazy from pleasure, mind fogged out from the intense session, and all you want to do is rest. Rei takes notice, and strokes your hair lovingly.

“Why don’t you get some sleep, hm, beautiful?” You nod, your eyes slipping closed as Kaoru wraps an arm around your waist, following you in dreamland soon after.

“We’ll be right here when you wake up.”

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