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sh1-n0bu · 6 months

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𝔫𝔬𝔟𝔲’𝔰 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 2023!

day 17: public sex with sampo koski from hsr

warnings: exhibitionism, degrading, fingering, sampo being a slut as usual, finger sucking, gagging, slight feminization

notes: silly silly con-man getting fucked silly

it was sampo’s intention when he did everything.

annoying you, throwing paper balls at you, constantly going “psst! [name]!” only to blow you a kiss or wink at you when you do sigh and pay attention to him. just simply irking you in general. or getting on your nerves.

being a volunteering medic in natasha’s little clinic leaves your plate full of work to do, little to no sleep schedule except for the power naps you stela from time to time. even as the owner of the clinic worries over your health and the constant heavy eyebags under your eyes, all you do is wave off of her worry.

your work schedule is the reason why you’re always so slow and sluggish in your movements. words slurred, voice low and raspy as you literally fit the term ‘walking dead’. perhaps it was that nature of yours that caused sampo to be infatuated with you.

he’s always seen you around natasha’s clinic. helping out with her work, taking care of others, babysitting the younglings — you did everything and anything. the conman didn’t even bother to hide his eeny teeny crush on you. bringing you red roses, calling you cheesy nicknames, taking care of you, dragging you away to make you cuddle him because his boo boos hurt. it was just a mere sore ankles, sampo. get your act together.

but somehow, someway, you would end up in his arms before drifting off to much needed sleep. he has a silver tongue for a reason. but it was further into your little situationship that sampo started to get a little more daring with his little tease.

asking for your consent first, he would send you small little sneak peak photos that’s more similar to a nude pic. it started out relatively tame.

a small snap of him pulling up the front of his shirt that barely covers anything, showing his v-line perfectly. a little pic with a red rose held between his teeth. quick photo of him shirtless but it became progressively more daring with each pic.

picture of him straight out of the shower with a towel around his waist. a sneak peek of him wearing a bralette and his smug face. him in his boxers. it didn’t took long before he was sending you pictures of him in lingeries or him sucking on a dildo, saying wishing it was you instead.

it won’t take a genius to figure out that he wanted you. badly.

all it took for you to snap and give him what he wanted happened to be showing you a very thin lace tied around his waist. the sideless shirt of his did nothing to hide the string of what you would assume to be a lingerie piece as he pulls out the string, flashing it to you with a smug grin and a pink tinted cheeks.

that was all you needed to have all the energy you needed to fuck him in the empty alleyway next to the clinic. it was way past midnight and no one would be outside during such ungodly hours, making everything perfect.

“stupid slut. you wanted me that bad? did no one taught you how to use your words correctly?” you hiss into his ear angrily, pushing him flush against the wall as you shove two fingers inside his mouth. the thief gags at the feeling, choking on your fingers having not expected you to be so rough but that caused his pants to tighten more.

“now, at least for once be good and get my fingers all nice and wet, got it?” you demand, forefinger and middle finger pulling on his tongue. he could only nod dumbly, having been reduced to whines already. sucking on your fingers, swirling his tongue around them before flicking his wet muscle between your two fingers caused to briefly wonder how good he would be on his knees. that is for later.

once you deem your finger were wet enough, you pull them out. his saliva coating and dripping from your fingers to your palm. his own lips all swollen and green eyes looking hazy. you haven’t even fucked him properly yet.

turning him around with his chest to the wall, you slip a finger inside him, causing him to whine at the stretch. just one finger felt so good already. it made him drool as he wonders how your cock would feel inside him. it would definitely leave him sore and limping for days, rearranging his insides. pushing his leg up with your free hand hooked under his knee, spreading him open for you caused your finger to hit his spot.

“aunngh—! guuhck♡︎ [n-name]... there! r-right there!“ sampo moans out loudly, not even bothering to silence himself in the dark alleyway. he didn’t care about being caught, he just wanted you to fuck him stupid. whether that be with your fingers or your strap, he didn’t care. he just wanted to be fucked stupid by you.

slipping another finger inside his loose hole, you let out a grunt at how tight he was around you. it almost felt like you were fucking a cunt with how he was clamping on your two fingers, moaning and drooling like a cheap whore.

“dirty little thing… have you always fantasized about this? getting fingered in some random alley?” you ask, whispering into his ear as he moans deliriously. you may not have noticed but each time you scissored his hole open, your fingertips always grazed against that one spot. that one spongy spot inside his tight walls that make him squeal. head thrown back on your shoulder as he weakly bucks his hips.

“asnh! gyang… mmgh! anh anh anggh♡︎” whiny, high pitched noises of utter debauchery comes from the conman. weakly bucking his hips back into your fingers. he could only moan and drool in place against the wall as he takes whatever you give him without complaint.

this was all his intention when he first laid eyes on the pretty, lace purple panties. sampo knew you would like it on him.

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imjustheretoseetheprivateblogs · 2 years

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Wip game: Rose!

And by a little, she meant a lot, as in ‘if the all our enemies rose from the grave at this moment, I’d rather fight them all instead of waiting for the test grades to drop.’

Send me a word, if it’s in my wip document I’ll answer your ask with the sentence that it appears in

#asks #answers #sneak peek #thanks for asking #feel free to send another #I don't think this is what you meant but the word *rose* is included #so I think it counts

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eupheme · 10 months

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a sneak peek / precursor for some filth that I am hoping to have out tomorrow/this weekend 👀💖

kraven x f!reader

tags: predator/prey undertones | 320 words

His sigh had cut you off.

The flex of a bare bicep, as his arms crossed, “Tell you what, sweetheart.”

Condescension dripping from the word as his eyes had scanned the horizon - through the forest of trees. Focusing for a second, before they were fixing on yours again.

“We’re about five miles from the edge. If you can find your way out before I find you, I’ll let you take point until we get there.”

Your pacing had slowed to a halt, thinking for a moment about his offer. Stepping closer, as you scoffed.

A finger had pointed, twirling up into the branches, “You’ll just use them.”

The creatures of the forest. His unnatural connections.

His tongue licked across his teeth, his look dark. Voice quiet, laced with assurance as he had smirked.

“I won’t.”

A moment, then, “Don’t need to.”

Your eyebrows had rose, challenging. Irritation prickling at his confidence, that need to best him rising.

“Fine.” You had bit out.

“Fine.” He smiled.

His own fingers reached out then, hooking around the thick strap of your belt, looped into your jumpsuit.

Giving it a sharp tug, as he pulled you between his spread knees. A slow drag of his eyes, starting at his hands, then up and up. Tracing over your form.

A heat had burned, even then. Flickering to life, as his voice has dropped.

“But when I win, you’re going to do exactly as I say.” He rasps, the words slow - drawn out, “No more of that smart mouth. Understand?”

The look he had given you had made you shiver. Heated, as his face has tipped up to yours. Daring you.

You swallowed, before your tongue peeked through your teeth, to wet your lips. His eyes watching the movement, as you had nodded.

Letting go, as you stepped away.

“No cheating.” You reminded him, as you turned - starting to plot out your own path.

A rough laugh, as he shifted fully onto the stump he was leaning against, slowly crossing his legs. Ensuring that he wouldn’t be able to feel the tremor of your steps, sending the direction you’d be heading.

“Fifteen minutes.” He had warned you, as his eyes closed.

“Go.”

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edit - fic is finished and posted here!

#aka I watched the trailer last night and have been Thinking Things ever since #kraven x reader #kraven the hunter x reader #sergei kravinoff x reader #kraven the hunter

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isa-beenme · 9 months

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Solo Dad Rhys!!!! Fluff piece!!!

AHAHAJAJAJSKSKAKAIAIA I LOVE RHYSAND SO MUCH

I'm sorry for giving a villain arc to Feyre but HEY history needs to happen okay?

Nyxie baby cutie boo making his first appearance in my blog, welcome babyyyy

My mind just went FUOOOOOON once I imagined the story, I SWEAR I was riding my bike when I thought of this and had to stop middle way to my house just to think it better

Yes I changed the lyrics of Wait For It to fit the history, and yes I invented a whole bunch of shit about velaris WHO CARES

KEEP SENDING REQUESTS I LOVE DOING THIS

Wait For It

In the breathtaking realm of the Night Court, the stars gleamed like diamonds in the obsidian sky, casting their ethereal glow upon the majestic city of Velaris below. Amidst the grandeur of the court, Nyx, a cherubic young boy of ten, with unruly dark curls and captivating violet eyes, eagerly awaited his Wednesday night escapade.

Nyx's parents were once deeply in love, but Feyre, burdened by a restless heart, had returned to her once fiancee, Tamlin, High Lord of the Spring Court, after giving birth. In the aftermath of her choices, she had bitterly slandered Rhysand and his family, a web of lies that entangled them in trouble. Despite the turmoil, Rhysand only devoted himself to raising Nyx, juggling the responsibilities of both a powerful High Lord and a dedicated father.

But Nyx had a little secret, a sanctuary that filled his heart with joy amidst the chaos. Every Wednesday night, he would give his father an innocent lie, claiming to attend "extra classes" while secretly venturing to the grand theater of Velaris in the bursting heart of music and arts of the Rainbow.

The first time it happened was pure coincidence. The grand theater of Velaris hummed with the anticipation of the evening's performance. Nyx had just learned how to winnow and having his father's mischievous spirit, he went after the wave of emotion that spread everywhere he went, sneaking into an empty booth Nyx sat in awe, waiting to witness the lady everyone affectionately called "Starlight" take the stage once more. He wore a dashing little suit, feeling every inch a proper gentleman as he eagerly anticipated the show.

As the curtains rose, Nyx's eyes widened in wonderment as "Miss Starlight" appeared, bathed in the spotlight's embrace. Her voice, like a thousand twinkling stars, filled the theater, capturing hearts with its enchanting melody. She actually portrayed a character named Starlight, who reunited the story of Velaris and told it in a song, bringing the city to life and giving it a soul she shared with on stage.

When the final notes of the performance echoed through the theater, the audience erupted in thunderous applause. Nyx, who had been clapping with glee, could hardly contain his excitement as he jumped up from his seat. He knew that he had to speak to her, to let her know how much he adored her singing. With determination in his heart, Nyx slipped away from the public side, weaving through the crowd until he reached the backstage area. His little heart pounded with nervous excitement, but he couldn't let fear hold him back, he knew this was his chance to talk to the performer.

Peeking around the corner, he spotted her, still dressed in her celestial attire, chatting with some of the crew. Nyx took a deep breath, mustering all the bravery a seven-year-old could have, and stepped forward, clutching a small bouquet of flowers he had summoned from his auntie Elain's garden.

- Um, excuse me, miss Starlight? - He called out softly, a touch of shyness evident in his voice. The lady turned, and a radiant smile graced her features as she noticed the adorable little boy approaching her.

- Why, hello there - She said warmly, going down on her knees to meet his eyes. Her sparkling dress made a pool of diamonds shine around her, making her look even more like an angel - And who are you, young man?

- I'm a big fan - He whispered in shyness, hands sweating as he offered her the bouquet and she took it.

- Is my big fan's name Nyx, I suppose? - She asked as if it was a secret, Nyx's eyes widened in surprise.

- You know my name? - She chuckled gently and offered him a hand, one he gladly took in.

- Of course, I remember you. You've been coming here with your father to see the renewal, haven't you? - Nyx's cheeks flushed with delight, feeling like he was known and seen by someone special.

- Yes! I love music, and I loved, even more, your singing, Miss Starlight. It's like true magic! - She laughed, even then she sounded like she was made of music.

- Well, thank you, Nyx. That's such a lovely compliment - She replied, touched by his sincerity. Nyx pointed to her bouquet, a bit shy when she held it close to her heart.

- These are for you. They're from the Night Court's garden - He proudly said and she smiled even more.

- Thank you, sweetheart - She said, looking at the flowers with gratitude - They're beautiful, just like you - His heart swelled with joy at the praise, and a wide grin spread across his face.

- Can I, um, watch all your performances, Miss Starlight? - Her eyes sparkled with warmth and affection.

- Oh, absolutely! I would be delighted to have my biggest fan in the audience at every show - Nyx beamed, feeling like the luckiest boy in all of Prythian.

- Yay! Thank you! - He ran to hug her, taking care to not step in her dress or ruin her hair which had sparkles that shined like the stars he loved to see. As their conversation continued, Nyx's initial shyness faded away, replaced by a blossoming friendship. The lady shared stories of her love for music and the theater, and Nyx listened with rapt attention, hanging on to her every word.

From that day forward, Nyx became a regular presence at her performances. He would sit in the front row or in the same booth when he didn't feel like gaining attention from the citizens, his eyes alight with wonder, as "Miss Starlight" sang and danced with grace and passion. And each time the curtains fell, she would come to greet him, and they would share heartwarming conversations that left Nyx feeling like he had found a kindred spirit.

Their bond grew stronger with each passing performance, and Nyx's admiration for "Miss Starlight" only deepened as the years passed. Their friendship was a radiant star in the young boy's life, casting a luminous glow on his days in the Night Court. And every time he watched her on that mesmerizing stage, he couldn't help but feel that he was in the presence of true magic. There, he would be enchanted over and over again by a sweet and lovely lady, her voice as mellifluous as the Night Court's nocturnal symphony.

It took years for Nyx to finally come up with a good and durable excuse for his lack of presence every Wednesday night, sometimes even missing dinner with his family when his favorite singer invited him to dine with the rest of the cast that presented the show. Unknown to Nyx, in one of his hidden escapes, his father was making his way across the city. Under the veil of night, the streets of Velaris were bathed in a silvery glow. High Lord Rhysand, cloaked in shadows, followed the path toward one of his favorite restaurants.

While he passed through some of the streets he met Nyx's teacher walking next to the River. Curious as to why she was there he trailed her discreetly, observing her every move with a mixture of concern and curiosity. As the lady entered a quaint restaurant, Rhysand waited a moment before stepping inside. He chose a discreet corner, keeping his features hidden from curious gazes. The restaurant hummed with soft conversation and the clinking of glasses, creating a cozy ambiance.

After what felt like an eternity, the lady emerged from the restroom, looking elegant and serene. Rhysand steadied himself, deciding it was time to confront her.

- Excuse me, miss - As she walked past his table, he spoke in a low, steady voice. She turned, her eyes meeting Rhysand's, and for a moment, he saw a glimmer of recognition. However, she quickly masked it with a polite smile.

- Yes, can I help you, my Lord? - Her face was calm, too calm for someone that was supposed to be with somebody else's son and not at a restaurant having a date.

- I believe you've been teaching my son, Nyx, for the past few years - Rhysand began, maintaining an air of formality.

- Oh, Nyx - She replied, her eyes brightening with fondness - Such a charming and talented young boy. He's been attending my classes for a while now, yes.

- I must apologize for any misunderstanding, but I can't seem to understand why you are here if he was supposed to be in class right now - The lady's expression faltered, and she seemed to grasp the seriousness of the situation.

- I... I don't have formal classes with him on Wednesdays, per se. Nyx has been coming every Saturday afternoon for his lessons - Rhysand became desperate for a second, and his heart clenched with worry for his son's safety.

- So he's been lying to me - He said, his voice tinged with disappointment. The lady's eyes softened with understanding.

- I'm sorry if I inadvertently became part of his secret. I never knew he was hiding the truth from you - His ears pricked at her words, curious as to why she didn't seem any sort of nervous

- What do you mean by "hiding the truth from me"? Do you know where he is? - She seemed confused for a second, before a smile plastered on her face.

- Everyone in the streets of the Rainbow knows where the little prince goes on Wednesdays, we all assumed you and your family knew too. It's not uncommon to find him walking down the city with the actors that play in the theater - His eyes softened at hearing his son was safe and his citizens were somehow taking care of him - I'm sorry for not noticing your lack of knowledge on his where being.

- You have nothing to apologize for - Rhysand replied, his tone gentler now - I appreciate your honesty. I was just worried for his safety once I saw you here.

- He's safe with the crew, they are lovely people to be around, I actually befriended some of them, there's nothing to fear - the lady assured him, her sincerity evident - He's such a joy around them, and he's genuinely passionate about music and theater. You need to listen to him talk about his "Miss Starlight" and detail every new performance of hers - Rhysand couldn't help but feel a hint of gratitude toward the lady for cherishing his son's company. A smile graced the lady's lips, and a sparkle danced in her eyes - He's a remarkable young boy, and it's been so sweet to hear him talk about this lady, you should probably meet her and thank this female for making him so happy. He's always so enthusiastic.

- I'm planning to talk to him about this - Rhysand said, his voice tinged with gratitude, though - But I would like to be informed of any action by him, apparently there are a lot of things I don't know about. Thank you once again - As she nodded with a small smile Rhysand quickly winnowed to the Town House, calling an urgent meeting with his family.

The Night Court's Inner Circle gathered in a quiet corner of the luxurious house, their faces reflecting concern and curiosity. Rhysand sat at the head of the table, his heart heavy with worry for his young son, Nyx. He had discovered Nyx's secret escapades to watch "Miss Starlight," the lady whose performances had captured his son's heart, and now he needed advice on how to handle the situation. Mor leaned forward, her brows furrowed with worry.

- So, he's been going to watch performances instead of attending classes, is that what you just said? - She asked, concern lacing her voice.

- Yes, and he's been lying about it for a while now, years probably. I didn't find out until this night when I found his teacher in a restaurant, and I'm not sure how to address it without making him feel ashamed - Rhysand nodded, his voice tinged with regret.

- He's a curious child, Rhysand. He probably felt the need to hide it because he thought you'd disapprove - Amren, always the pragmatic one, spoke up.

- I can understand why he'd be drawn to her performances. She's a true star on that stage - Cassian chimed in, his face thoughtful.

- And she's been wonderful with Nyx - Azriel added quietly - I've seen her interact with him after her shows, and the way he lights up in her presence is undeniable.

- Wait, wait, wait, both knew he was going to her performances and none of you thought about telling me? - His brother's expression fell at their mistake, slowly looking at each other before looking at their High Lord again.

- Maybe? I mean, we saw him on the front row once and when we made sure he was safe we left him there - Cassian explained first, exchanging looks with the shadowsinger.

- We were waiting for him to tell you - Azriel closed the conversation, looking at the ground in shame.

- Hold on, the actress we are talking about is the one who played Edwina in "Whimsical Serenade"? - As Cassian and Azriel eagerly agreed, their faces lighting up, Morrigan laughs hard, finally understanding the whole situation - Of course! It all makes sense now! Even I lied to you once to go watch her performance with Elain. I didn't notice Nyx there, though.

- Isn't she the one who plays Rhysand in "A High Lord's Duel"? - Amren jumps in the conversation, and Nestha's eyes widened at the mention - Holy shit, she is amazing. It actually scared me how well she incorporates Rhysand in the scenes with Tamlin.

- If so she is the one who plays Eliza in "A Heartfelt Symphony" - All of them agreed to her statement, starting a discussion about her talent and performances.

- Let me get this straight, all of you watched her at least once? - As the Inner Circle discussed Nyx's infatuation with "Miss Starlight", as well as their experiences with her, unbeknownst to them, the young boy himself stood at the doorway, eavesdropping on the conversation with a mix of fear and guilt. He knew he had let his father down, and he dreaded facing the consequences of his actions.

Before Nyx could retreat, Mor's keen senses detected his presence. She glanced towards the door and smiled warmly at him.

- Nyx, come on in. We were just discussing your little adventures - His little heart pounded in his chest, but he knew he couldn't hide anymore. Nyx took a deep breath and stepped into the room, his violet eyes meeting his father's concerned gaze.

- Nyx - Rhysand began gently - We know about your visits to watch the shows at the theater. Why didn't you tell me the truth?

- I didn't want you to be angry with me, Papa. I love her singing, and I didn't think you'd let me go if you knew - Nyx's shoulders slumped, his voice small.

- Nyx, I'm not angry with you. I just want to know the truth. You don't have to hide anything from me - Rhysand softened, understanding his son's fear.

- Plus, we all know about her. You're not the only one who's watched her perform, little one - Mor grinned, her eyes twinkling mischievously. Nyx's eyes widened in surprise, and he looked around at the Inner Circle, finding nods of agreement from each of them. The knowledge that everyone knew and still supported him brought a smile to his face.

- You guys have seen her too? - Nyx asked in awe.

- Of course! We had to make sure you weren't getting into any trouble, boo - Cassian chuckled.

- Papa, please come with me to the next show. She's amazing, and I think you'll like her too - Nyx turned back to his father, his eyes earnest.

- Yes, Daddy, Miss Starlight is the best in the whole wide world - Nestha chuckled before earning a warning glare from the High Lord.

- All right, Nyx. I'll go with you, and we can enjoy her performance together - Rhysand's heart swelled with love for his son and his genuine enthusiasm.

Nyx beamed, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. He knew he could trust his father, and having him there by his side meant the world to him. And so, with the support of the Inner Circle and his loving father, Nyx felt a newfound sense of confidence. He had learned that honesty and trust were the building blocks of their family, and he was eager to share the magic of "Miss Starlight" with the one person he loved most in the world – his Papa, the High Lord of the Night Court.

As fate would have it, one week later they arrived at the theater, Rhysand's heart pounding in his chest with a nervousness he hadn't felt for years. He let Nyx guide them to one of the booths that held an upper vision of the scenario, his son kept gazing at the stage with an enchantment that seemed to hold a spell over him. The performance began, and a whole bunch of songs were being presented that night. The musical was called "The Whole World of the Night Court", each actor portraying a different city of his territory, telling its story in the form of a song.

The lights turned off again, and Nyx started to shake completely in his chair with excitement. As the grand theater's velvet curtains parted, a hushed anticipation swept through the audience. A spotlight illuminated the stage, and there she stood, "Miss Starlight," bathed in a celestial aura, ready to weave her magic once more. Rhysand sat straighter in his seat, his heart fluttering with both curiosity and the enchantment that surrounded the mysterious lady, a sudden uneasiness taking his body.

As for Nyx, his wide violet eyes were shimmering with excitement, his small hands gripping the edge of the plush seat. He was eager to share this moment with his Papa, to introduce him to the magic that had captured his young heart. Her, interpreting once again her character Starlight, began to tell Velaris stories to the public as if it was her own, eyes shimmering at each word. Suddenly the orchestra began to play a mesmerizing melody, and the lady took a deep breath, her voice tinged with emotion as she began to sing. The soulful notes of the piano accompanied her melodic voice, setting the stage for the tale she was about to tell.

- Theodosia writes me a letter every day; I'm keeping the bed warm while her father is away, He's on the human side in Prythian; He's trying to keep the colonies in line; But he can keep all of Prythian; Theodosia, she's mine - She sang, making a clear reference to the firstly High Lord that idealized Velaris as a gift to his wife, Theodosia. This fact made Rhysand even more aware of the spectacle.

- Love doesn't discriminate; Between the sinners and the saints; It takes, and it takes, and it takes; And we keep loving anyway; We laugh, and we cry, and we break, and we make our mistakes; And if there's a reason I'm by her side; When so many have tried; Then I'm willing to wait for it; I'm willing to wait for it.

With a glance at Nyx, who was completely enthralled by the performance, Rhysand knew that this lady had the power to touch hearts and ignite imaginations.

- My grandfather was a fire and brimstone preacher; But there are things that the homilies and hymns won't teach ya; My mother was a genius; My father commanded respect; When they died, they left no instructions; Just a legacy to protect - At that she clearly meant the legacy every High Lord had to carry to protect the city, himself being one of the many that had to sacrifice a lot to keep the secret - Death doesn't discriminate; Between the sinners and the saints; It takes, and it takes, and it takes; And we keep living anyway; We rise, and we fall, and we break, and we make our mistakes; And if there's a reason I'm still alive; When everyone who loves me has died; I'm willing to wait for it; I'm willing to wait for it.

As the chorus echoed through the theater, Rhysand felt a connection to the song's message. He understood the yearning for something that might be just out of reach, and it resonated deep within his soul.

- Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it, wait - The quiet intensity in her expression held the audience captive while the back vocals reached their peak, and Rhysand found himself captivated as well, unable to look away.

Her voice rose, reaching heights that seemed to touch the very stars, and as the orchestra swelled around her, Rhysand could feel the passion in every word she sang.

- I am the one thing in life I can control; I am inimitable, I am an original; I'm not falling behind or running late; I'm not standing still, I am lying in wait - He understood it as a way of saying how every city thrived and Velaris kept being a hidden city towards the other courts - Nightmare's face is an endless uphill climb; He has something to prove; He has nothing to lose; Nightmare's pace is relentless, he wastes no time; What is it like in his shoes?

Nightmare was one of the characters previously introduced in the show, representing the Hewn City and their politics of participating in every decision, especially by being the formal representation and the known image of the Night Court.

- Nightmare doesn't hesitate; He exhibits no restraint; He takes, and he takes, and he takes; And he keeps winning anyway; He changes the game; He plays and he raises the stakes; And if there's a reason he seems to thrive when so few survive; Then, goddammit, I'm willing to wait for it; I'm willing to wait for it - Her voice went to a soft breeze, tickling Rhysand's soul as she rose her voice again for the final chorus - Life doesn't discriminate; Between the sinners and the saints; It takes, and it takes, and it takes; We rise, and we fall; And if there's a reason I'm still alive; When so many have died; Then I'm willing to - Her eyes met his in the middle of the public, a sense of understanding passing through them, an unspoken love for their court and the child both of them unknowingly raised together. She was still looking him deep in his eyes as she smiled and repeated the final phrase - Wait for it.

The final verse carried an air of determination, of embracing the journey and whatever it may bring. As the last notes reverberated through the theater, the audience erupted in applause, their hearts touched by the lady's stirring performance. Rhysand glanced at Nyx, whose eyes shone with a mixture of awe and admiration.

- That was amazing, Papa! Did you like it? - Nyx asked, his voice brimming with excitement.

- Yes, my star, I loved it. And I'm glad you brought me here to experience it with you - Rhysand smiled, his heart full of love for his young son and the lady who had brought so much joy into their lives.

Amid the ending performance with a song that reunited all of the cast together, the lady glanced up and met Rhysand's intense stare once again, singing some of the parts to him, in that fleeting moment the music seemed to draw them closer, and when she smiled bright and big and bowed to him in the end, his heart skipped a beat.

The final notes of the fun goodbye to the cast proportionate filled the air as the audience erupted into thunderous applause again. Nyx's heart swelled with pride, knowing that his Papa, the High Lord of the Night Court, had enjoyed the mesmerizing magic of "Miss Starlight's" song, just as he had. He couldn't wait to introduce them properly. As the crew took their final bow and the curtain fell, Nyx tugged on his father's hand, his excitement evident in his wide, sparkling eyes.

- Papa, come on! Let's go meet her! - He exclaimed, practically bouncing with enthusiasm. Rhysand chuckled at his son's exuberance, happy to see him so thrilled.

- All right, lead the way, little star - He said, following Nyx as they made their way backstage.

Behind the curtain, the atmosphere buzzed with excitement as the crew congratulated the lady on her outstanding performance. Nyx's eyes searched for her, and when he finally spotted her amidst the commotion, he pulled his father towards her.

- Miss Starlight! - Nyx called out, his voice filled with adoration. The lady turned, her eyes lighting up when she saw Nyx approaching with Rhysand in tow. She smiled warmly, her gaze moving from Nyx to Rhysand.

- Hello there, both of you - She greeted them, her voice as sweet as a lullaby. Nyx beamed, proud to have his father by his side.

- This is my Papa, the High Lord Rhysand. Papa, this is Lady Starlight, High Lady of the musical theater - he said, introducing them with a touch of pride.

- It's a pleasure to meet you, My Lord - The lady said, offering a graceful curtsy - Nyx has spoken very highly of you. I couldn't wait to finally meet the father of my biggest fan - Rhysand couldn't help but feel a hint of curiosity as he looked at the lady before him.

- Likewise - He replied with a genuine smile - Your performance was extraordinary. I've never heard such a captivating voice. And please, call me Rhysand, or Rhys - Her cheeks flushed with a blush of delight, and she bowed her head slightly

- Thank you, Rhysand. I'm honored that you enjoyed it - Before Nyx could contain his excitement, he interjected.

- Papa, you should ask her out on a date! - He shouted to his father, jumping up and down in place as he looked at both of the people he loved the most in the world (not that he would ever admit it next to the rest of his family). Rhysand blinked, surprised by Nyx's candid suggestion. He exchanged a glance with the lady, and a soft smile played on her lips.

- Is that so? - He asked, humor dancing in his eyes. Nyx nodded enthusiastically.

- Yes! She's really nice, and I know you'll like her. And I really want to call her mommy. And I'll change my name to Nyxie Starlight, and we'll be a family - Rhysand couldn't help but chuckle at his son's matchmaking efforts. Nyx, in his characteristic innocence, suggested they should marry soon so that Rhysand could be Mister Starlight, Nyx's mind forever intertwining her character's name with her true identity.

- Well, if it's alright with you, Miss Starlight, I'd love to take you out for a date - The lady's smile grew, her eyes shining with amusement.

- I'd be delighted, Rhys - The blush that covered her cheeks made Rhysand's heart flutter in a way he hadn't felt, even when he was with Feyre.

Nyx reveled in having both his beloved daddy and his adored Starlight in his life, and Rhysand found solace and bliss in a love he thought he would never experience again.

As they exchanged information and chose a day and place, Nyx couldn't contain his excitement, thrilled that his plan had worked. He knew that this lady had brought so much joy into his life, and he wanted nothing more than to see his Papa happy as well.

As they bid their farewells and left the theater, Rhysand felt a sense of warmth in his heart, grateful for the magical night he had shared with his son and the enchanting lady they now knew as "Miss Mommy Starlight." And as they looked up at the starlit sky above the Night Court, Rhysand knew that the adventure they had embarked upon was just beginning, an adventure filled with love, music, and the serendipitous magic of young hearts.

They embraced the magic of their fate, as their lives intertwined like a dance, creating a tale of love that would be whispered through the ages in the immortal lands of Prythian as the most magically musical love story that ever ran through history. Or the most disgustingly cute, as Nyx would proclaim, and they wouldn't have it any other way.

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Tin Coffee

Same pairing as Cupcakes and Banana Pudding. GIF

Joel Miller/female reader One shot 3.5k words AO3 Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, discussion of sterilization, explicit sex, oral sex - fem receiving, blood, gore, violence. Killing Infected. Kids in danger. Protective Joel. Hurt/Comfort. You made a promise. So did Joel.

You were usually the first one up around here. You’d rise with the sun, when the smallest hint of light started to filter through the trees, bathing everything you could see in a warm orange glow. When it was still quiet, the little cabins and tent structures still dark, their residents asleep and dreaming of different lives. Lives before. In this hour or two before the world around you started to wake, you could almost pretend that you weren’t in the now. You could still be in the then, if you wanted.

You were a scavenger. When you were younger, before, you had loved Legos. Loved building things out of the little blocks that clicked together, making something out of nothing. Now, you just did it a little bit differently. With rusted screws and old car parts, scraps of clothing and electrical tape. It’s how you had survived on your own. It’s how you came to find this little camp, tucked away in a clearing, cabins and tents set up like a town. It’s how you ended up with your own makeshift cabin, your own bed, hot meals. The scavenging is what brought you out on the road every morning, the promise of hidden treasure calling to you as the sun began to peek over the camp. Every day was the same. You’d eat. You’d sleep. You’d kill. You’d scavenge, you’d sneak, you’d steal. You did it all. And then wake up the next morning and do it all again. It all blended together.

Or at least it did. Until Joel.

You kept that close to your chest. Or at least you did. Until Joel kissed you that night in the dark. When you had lost the new guy. When you had watched him get torn apart, before you ran away while he screamed your name, begged you for help.

You hadn’t expected to see Joel out on the road. You hadn’t expected the look on his face when he saw you. You hadn’t expected him to press his mouth to yours, and kiss you like you meant something to him. Like you were his.

Sometimes, Joel was up before you. If he wasn’t in your bed, or you weren’t in his. He’d meet you on the road as the sun rose, giving you a once over with his eyes while you said good morning.

“Mornin’ sweetheart.” The sleepy timbre of his voice always got you, and you knew your cheeks were turning by the way his gaze flicked down to your lips before looking away. “You ready?” He’d drawl, and you’d nod. The pistol would appear from behind his back, and he would look at you expectantly until you sighed and tucked it into the cinch of your belt. He didn’t care that you had a hunting knife the size of his forearm strapped to your thigh. If you went out, regardless of where he was, he wanted you to carry it. And you never argued.

Some nights, he’d slink into your room, after he worked one of the late patrols for John. The floorboards would creak under his boots, but otherwise he wouldn’t make a sound. The bed would shift beneath him, already sagging with your own weight, the threadbare thing something you found in an abandoned gas station nearly ten miles south.

“Hi.” You’d slur, eyes still closed. Your body instinctively knew when he was near, something warming your blood, sending shivers down to your toes.

“Hey baby.” He’d shift you on the mattress, curling the heat of his body around yours, snaking an arm around your ribs. “Go back to sleep.” He’d tell you, and press his chest against your back, fingers stroking the hair from your face as you drifted away.

Some nights, you’d crawl into his bed before he got in for the evening. Joel had soft pillows, nice ones, and you’d hold one in your arms, knees curled to your chest, body huddled in the middle of the bed. He’d run his palm over the swell of your hip before straightening you out and sliding in between the sheets. You’d sling an arm over his stomach, pressing yourself to him, and he’d pull you in until you were breathing softly on his neck, the smell of tin coffee, rain-soaked leather and whiskey dragging you down into sleep with him.

Some nights, you’d still be just barely awake, drifting in and out of twilight when he showed up, and he’d pat the curve of your ass before digging his fingers into the skin there. He’d drag you from the edge of unconscious, spreading you open before him, calling your name, pressing a thumb down in circular motions into your thigh. He’d ruck the two times two big shirt that you were overly fond upwards until it exposed your bare body to him, your skin rippling in the warm air. You’d whimper his name when he ghosted his lips over the peak of your breast, taking a nipple between his teeth and applying just enough pressure to fully wake you.

“Joel.” Your hands would grope for him in the dead of the night, and he’d press your legs wide, running his tongue down the seam of your cunt as your fingers twisted in his hair. You’d usually whine something unintelligible, his mouth working you until you were coming for him, a white-hot orgasm slapping across the nerve endings of your body, your spine curling forward off the bed. If he was tired, he’d leave it there, choosing to turn you on your side and then folding his body over yours, the taste of your cunt still on his face. If he wasn’t tired, he’d make quick work of whatever he was wearing before pushing himself as deep as he could, drawing long vowel sounds from your mouth and burying his cock against your cervix. You’d groan and he would push his face against yours, mouth just above the shell of your ear.

“Okay sweet girl.” He’d slow, letting your muscles turn to liquid, spreading your knees wider, before moving again and praising you when you relaxed around him in pleasure. “That’s it, baby. Open up for me.” He’d drag his cock through the scarlet heat of your cunt until he was filling you full of him, open mouth pressed to your cheek, tongue tasting the salt of your skin. He used to finish in his hand, or on your stomach, sometimes in your mouth, before you told him he didn’t have to.

“Can’t get pregnant.” You said one night, a whispered secret in the quiet of the dark. “Like, years and years, after the outbreak. There was this guy, in Chicago. He was doing sterilizations. Or, a version of them.”

“Sweetheart-”

“I had heard about, what was happening. People losing their minds. Women become cattle. It’s a given. I wasn’t… I wasn’t going to let it happen to me.” You didn’t tell him about the side effects, of course. The bizarre stomachaches that had you writhing in pain every now and then, unable to eat or sleep. You used liquor usually, to dull it. Drown it out. Nobody liked to be reminded about the consequences of their actions anyway, right?

Sometimes the kid gets up before you. He sneaks out of the room where he sleeps with the rest of the orphans, running down the dirt packed road, kicking dust up beneath his little feet. He bangs on your door eagerly, standing in the burnt glow of dawn, bouncing on his toes.

“Good morning!” he’d squeal when you opened up, something hot in a cup already clutched between your fingers.

“Good morning, Grey.” If Joel was still in your bed, you’d hush him, ushering him inside with promises of a snack. The woman who looked after the handful of orphans usually came to collect him when the rest of them got up. The camp had a good routine set for the kids who were alone. The woman, Sophia, had been a schoolteacher, before, and she was exceptionally skilled at keeping them out of trouble. You were happy to help, since it wasn’t her fault she got stuck with twenty-four seven babysitting duty. Plus, you liked Grey. You had a soft spot for him, a soft spot that had grown since the day you and Joel saved him. You would sit at your kitchen table, listening to him tell you about whatever was on his mind, asking him what he was going to do today. He’d ask you to tell him stories, and you’d make up nonsense about fairy tales, twisting them to fit modern situations, or telling him the plotlines of your favorite old movies. The two of you would go back and forth until you heard the tell-tale creak of the floorboards. Grey’s face lit up every time, bouncing on his knees in the chair while he waited for his opportunity.

“Mornin’ Joel!” Grey would shout with excitement when Joel turned the corner from your bedroom, blinking owlishly at the kid before grumbling something under his breath. He’d glance at you with a nod, and then disappear.

Sometimes, you were up alone. Like this morning, you managed to roll out of your bed without waking Joel. You had stared at him for a few minutes before leaving, tracing the lines of his skin over and over until you were satisfied. Until you had burned his face into your memory. It was a rare occurrence, to see him so at peace. Face relaxed, mouth slightly ajar, snoring lightly. You savored it. Tucked it away like a little secret, a piece of him that no one else has before heading out for your run, seeking trashed treasure.

The day was a bust. It’s the drawback of staying in one place for too long. You pick everything over. And then you pick it over again, until you’re forced to travel farther, and farther, spending entire days out there instead of six or eight hours. Soon, you’d have no choice but spend more than a night away. Two, probably. Then three. It was less than ideal, but you weren’t giving up yet. You were still an optimist.

You’re making your way back towards your beat-up little cabin when you spot them. Sophia is holding a crying kid in her arms, while the Marshall girl’s mother is frantically looking around, calling her name. You can see the whites of her eyes, the way her hands shake as she screams for her daughter. When she spots you, her mouth moves, but sound doesn’t come out. Sophia speaks instead.

“Grey, and… “ she trails off when she says the girl’s name, gaze flicking to her mother. “they’re gone. They were just here but I’ve searched everywhere.”

The ground tilts beneath your feet.

“What?” you ask, voice pitched in disbelief. The Marshall girl’s mother sobs openly. Your stomach turns. “What?” Sophia’s face is ashen.

“I turned around and they were gone.” You hear voices of others. People gathering, asking what’s going on, trying to get the Marshall woman to stop screaming. You turn in a circle, eyes searching. Where could he be? Your pulse is beating in your ears. Everyone around you is carrying on, but they’re doing fuck all. You turn on your heel without a word.

“Where are you going?” The Marshall girl’s mother cries and you shout at her.

“Stay here!” You’re not going to sit here while those kids are out there somewhere. While Grey is out there. You had promised to keep him safe. You promised you’d keep the monsters away from him.

The dust fills the air when you take off in a jog, heading towards the woods, desperation bleeding into every step. He’s barely five years old. How far could he have gone? He’d have to be close; he can’t travel that fast, how long has it been? Where-

“Hey. What’s goin on?” The Texas accent rockets across your brain, and Joel steps in front of you, hand around your upper arm. Your heart rate slows, just enough.

“He’s missing.”

“Who?”

“The kid. Grey. He’s gone. He and the Marshall girl.” He looks down the road towards the crowd of people before flicking his gaze back to you. “He’s only five, for fuck’s sake. Where could he have gone?” You just barely register the feeling of Joel rubbing his thumb in your shoulder. “I promised him, Joel. That I’d protect him. That I wouldn’t let the monsters get him.” Your voice cracks and you blink, trying to keep your head level. Get a hold of yourself. You take another deep breath and wait for the disapproval. You know how Joel feels about Grey. His voice echoes in your head. “Sweetheart. I don’t think you should get too attached to the kid.” You expect him to scold you, to chastise you, to tell you how foolish you are. It hits you that you are terrified of disappointing him, of letting him down. You want him to be proud of you. Not look at you like a liability.

“Okay. We’ll find him. Can’t have gone far.” He says, and you blink. “Okay? Sweetheart.” He shakes your shoulder lightly. You nod.

“Y-Yeah.”

“Where were you heading?”

“The woods. The meadow. Sometimes… I take him there. He likes the wildflowers on the hill.”

It’s unnaturally quiet in the forest, the rustling of brown leaves and brush under your feet the only sound heard while you and Joel search. You realize, as you yell Grey’s name through the trees, you should have never promised the kid anything. You should not be making promises you can’t keep. This wasn’t then, it’s now. You’re lost in thought when Joel whispers your name, his fingers pressing lightly into your forearm to get your attention.

“Listen.” He says. You hold your breath.

And then you hear it. Someone is screaming. A kid is screaming, hollering at the top of their lungs. Somewhere close. It goes silent for a second and then you hear it again. Closer. Close enough for you to recognize.

It’s Grey who is screaming. Your body jolts.

“Grey!” you shout, legs working into a run, rushing in the direction of the wailing. You crash through the trees, not caring about the amount of noise you’re making. You yell his name again, and burst through the edge of the forest, into the meadow.

You spot him across the hill, clumsy, short legs moving as fast as they can, his hand gripping a smashed bunch of… wildflowers. Your heart cracks. You glance at Joel, and watch his eyes just barely soften when he beholds the frantic little boy.

An Infected lurches over the hill behind him. Your stomach drops.

“J… Joel.” You whisper. It’s moving slowly, like it’s dragging a leg, for what reason you don’t know. It doesn’t calm you any, the Infected is a lot closer to Grey than the two of you are. Your stomach roils. “Where’s the girl?” He scans the meadow. There’s no sight of her. Your hand wraps around the handle of your knife, and you’re about to charge across the grass when movement in the trees catches your eye, and Joel wraps a hand around your wrist to halt you.

It's a Clicker. Drawn by the noise, no doubt. Joel’s already clocked it, you can tell. You can also tell that he’s already worked out the distance between the two of you and the Clicker, the Infected, and Grey.

He points to the Clicker, and then himself.

You point to Grey, and then yourself. He nods.

You take off at a run, and Grey finally sees you, his panicked face changing from screaming to crying and you’re close, you’re so close that you can reach out and scoop him into your arms, holding him tight to your body as you turn to face the Infected.

Its tibia is snapped, that’s why it’s limping. You glance over to Joel, who’s walking in a crouch closer to the Clicker, gun steady in his hand. You set Grey on his feet, facing a different direction, and hold a finger to your lips. He nods, eyes filled with tears, lower lip trembling.

You’re on the Infected before it even has a chance, plunging the blade of your knife into its stomach, and then it’s head. Blood spurts from the wounds like a fountain, slicking your arms, your chest and neck before you turn away. It’s warm, almost oily, and you rub your palms against your pants in a panic. You reach for Grey and try to pull him into you, but he yells, startled by the amount of blood on your body.

“It’s okay!” you wipe a hand over his head, tucking a stray curl behind his ear. “It’s okay. You’re alright.” He sniffles, face scrunched up in terror, and you grab him despite his protests, moving him away from the corpse. You’re headed to the edge of the woods, shushing him gently, bouncing him in your arms to try to calm him. He cries against you, face tucked into your neck, hands grasping your shirt. You still have to check him for bites, and a rock settles in the pit of your stomach, heavy and aching.

A gunshot sounds, and you brace for Grey to scream at the noise when something slams into your back, sending you careening forward, the kid falling from your arms. Your head slams into the ground, and stars blink across your vision, time skipping while you struggle to see straight.

It's a Runner. And it’s on you, frenzied, bearing down, pinning your arm beneath its weight where your knife was strapped to your thigh. Fuck. Fuck. You struggle against it, kicking and jerking, trying to dislodge it with all your might, desperate to escape, struggling to survive. Vaguely, you could hear Grey screaming, could hear the sound of the Runner gurgling, and you turn your head to push into the earth away from its mouth. You’re panicking now, hysteria starting to bubble up your throat until the sound of a gunshot echoes above your face, your ears screaming with a ring so loud your eyes slammed shut.

Joel. Joel had shot it.

The weight of the runner was shoved away from you, and you felt the cradle of two palms against your face. Joel’s mouth was moving but it didn’t matter. Between the impact of your fall and the ricochet of the gun shot, you couldn’t tell up from down, couldn’t hear anything. You felt him pushing hair off your forehead, fingers lingering across your cheek, worry in his expression as you slowly blink up at him. You try to get your mouth to move, but your tongue doesn’t cooperate. He calls your name, and you can just nearly make it out, your hand reaching for his when you fade into the black of sleep.

When you wake hours later, he’s sitting by your side, ripped up t-shirt mopping your neck and chest, cleaning away the gore that’s splattered there. You squint until he comes into focus, lines of his forehead furrowed together, brow creased in concern.

“Sweetheart?” He says softly, head tilted. You can hear him, even if your ears are still ringing a little. You smile meekly and nod. You both seem to breathe a sigh of relief.

“Water?” your voice is more a croak then a whisper, and he reaches for the cup next to the bedside before lifting it to your lips. You wrap your hands around it and tilt all the way back, gulping down as much as possible.

“Hey, baby. Hey. Take it easy.” He holds you steady around your ribs, fingers spread down across your stomach.

“What happened?” you rub the back of your head with a wince, and he gives you a sympathetic grimace.

“They found a cave. Marshall girl ran back scared. The kid wanted to have a look, I guess. Startled whatever was sitting dormant down there. I think you probably got a concussion. You feel sick?”

“Jesus… No. Just tired.” You mutter and he nods, fingers brushing against yours as he takes the empty cup. “Joel-“

“Don’t.” His accent cuts, and it’s thick, reverberating in the low tones of his voice like it does when he’s stressed. He looks away from you, towards the window, the setting sun painting a pink-orange reflection across his face. You reach for his wrist, pressing your thumb into where his pulse beats below the watch. I’m here, Joel. I’m right here. The two of you sit like that for a while, until his hand cups your face, calloused thumb rubbing across the apple of your cheek. His shoulders unhunch from under his ears, body relaxing with a sigh. “You promised you’d protect him from the monsters.” He brings his mouth to yours, tender and seeking, the taste of tin coffee and whiskey nearly making your head spin. He leans you back against the mattress easily, hand gentle on the back of your head before slotting his leg between yours and rolling you on your side. He settles you against him, holding you tight against his chest. “And I promised I’d protect you.”

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stylesispunk · 5 months

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"I couldn't want you anymore" | part 8

Artist!Joel Miller x Florist!Reader

series masterlist | previous chapter | next chapter

summary: when Sarah's mom comes back into Joel's life to fight for their past relationship, Joel needs to convince her he is in a happy relationship with the florist next to his gallery in order to make her go away. The problem is, that he and the florist can't stand each other's guts or that it's what he thinks.

warning: age gap (Joel is 36 and reader is 28). Remember that "Bee" is the reader's nickname. No more warnings but this cute and soft.

a/n: Oh lord, this is chapter 8 already? Thank you so much for reading my silly story. We are reaching the end soon (two more chapters) and nice things are happening now. This one chapter is pure soft, but the next one is going to be interesting. Thanks for all those who read this! Reblogs and comments are always appreciated, and please, share your thoughts with me. I love reading your comments. You can send me any ask if you want to talk or anything. No proofreading because I'm too tired :( Happy reading!

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You couldn’t avoid the feeling of roses blooming in a cracked space of frozen love you kept it under seven keys. Love, was a feeling you have had come in terms with just two times in your life. Believing you were never deserving of such romantic feelings.

You were still learning to navigate across this world and you had to learn to torn down the barriers in order to get closer to someone, and with Joel you didn’t want to think of love as something destroying you but as something nourishing that it didn’t have to crush your bones, but something breaking your plans and caressing your heart to some extent.

He was your person. He was the one making you conflicted and loved at the same time. He was the one you wanted to see after a long day of work, running into his arms and sleep next him, tracing every single feature of his face, his face, and his lips that fitted just perfectly fine to yours because they were made for you to kiss.

He was the person you wanted to share your life with, so why no stepped into the unknown?

After Joel asked you a question you never thought you would ever hear escaping from his lips, you couldn’t help but chuckle, feeling the nervousness warming up your body, reaching your checks

"I think I owe you a propped date before giving you my answer, don’t I?” you replied with a playful smile.

Joel's eyes lit up with amusement. "I'd like that," he admitted, a grin spreading across his face. "But yesterday was perfect because I had to be with you”

As Joel expressed how he felt, your heart swelled with happiness. The cracks in your frozen heart seemed to vanish, leaving room for the embrace of a fresh bond.

"I loved that too," you said, your voice carrying a soft sincerity. "But let's make our next date even more perfect, how about that?"

Joel's eyes twinkled. A smile popped across his lips. "That sounds like a plan." "I'm excited about it."

"Then you'll have the answer to your question," you said with a giggle. "How about dinner tomorrow night? my treat"

Joel's grin broadened as he happily nodded. "Tomorrow." he confirmed, "I'm already counting down the minutes."

"Great! Tomorrow," you said, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.

Joel took a step closer, his eyes twinkling with enthusiasm. "I can't wait," he admitted.

He reached for your face to kiss you, but you stepped back.

“You can kiss the girl before the official date” you joked.

Joel chuckled at your remark, his eyes still gleaming with enthusiasm. "You've got a point there," he admitted with a grin. Closing the gap between you, he gently cupped your face and leaned in, planting a soft and sweet kiss on your lips.

"How about that for a sneak peek?" Joel teased, a twinkle in his eyes.

You couldn't help but smile "Not bad at all," you answered, your eyes twinkling. “But I’m waiting for the full experience”

Joel laughed, the sound echoing in the bubble enveloping both of you "You've got it. Tomorrow night, the full experience."

with a soft brush of his fingers against yours he said goodbye "Until tomorrow, then," he said.

"Until tomorrow," you replied, your heart racing with excitement of what was to come for you.

With a contented smile playing on your lips, you leaned against the closed door, feeling happy for letting your heart win this race.

Later, that same afternoon, a familiar ring from your phone interrupted your activities.

Joel

Already missing you. Is it too soon to say that?"

A playful smile spread across your face as you read the message. It was sweet how much he was allowing himself to shower you in affection.

With a chuckle, you typed back,

you

Not too soon at all. I'm already looking forward to tomorrow night.

The playful message exchange provided an enjoyable addition to the anticipation for your new date. It was a simple yet sweet reminder of the blossoming relationship between you and Joel. And you wanted to dive into the sea of this romance.

During the next day, you told Joel to wait for you at the gallery, as it was you the one wanting to surprise him this time. You had been hiding at what once was your flower shop planning all the details for the night to be perfect, so once the sun started to disappear in the sky, you texted Joel.

You

Hey! Are you ready?

Joel's quick reply came almost immediately.

Joel

Absolutely! Can't wait to see what you have in store for tonight.

You

Wait for me.

Don’t move!

You smiled at yourself. The stage one of your plan was beginning. You had picked dinner from Joel’s favorite. You decorated the place with soft lights in order to set the romantic environment you wanted to have with him.

you arrived at the gallery dressed in a mid-red dress that accentuated your features. Your hair cascaded down your shoulders, and your lips were adorned with a confident shade of red lipstick. Joel's eyes brightened up at the sight of you as you walked in.

“Wow, Bee. You look gorgeous. Where are we going?”

You grinned, feeling a surge of confidence arising "Well, that's a surprise," you said "But I need you to trust me. Close your eyes and let me guide you."

Joel closed his eyes as you pulled out a soft, silky blindfold. You covered his eyes gently, tying it securely but not too tightly. His trust in you was apparent and you felt an intense connection.

“Lead the way, missy,” he teased.

Taking Joel's hand, you guided him out of the gallery and into the cool evening air. The familiar scent of flowers lingered as you approached the flower shop.

“Where are we going?” he questioned.

You chuckled, a playful tone in your voice. "Not so far. Just trust me."

The short walk brought you to the entrance of the flower shop. You opened the door, and the soft chime announced your arrival. Guiding Joel inside, you could feel his curiosity growing.

“Okay, Bee, what's going on?” He asked.

With a smile, you untied the blindfold, revealing the transformed flower shop. Soft lights adorned the space, and the air was filled with the sweet fragrance of fresh blooms. You watched as Joel's eyes widened in surprise.

“Wow, what's all this? It's beautiful” his eyes widened in surprise at the sight before him

You took a step closer, a sparkle in your eyes. "Welcome to the re-opening night of my little shop, you’re the special guest”

Joel's gaze swept across the transformed flower shop, and a warm smile played on his lips. "You did all this for me?"

You nodded, a twinkle in your eye. "Well, not just for you. I’m really opening this one again. But today is our spot”

The subtle lighting produced a cozy, unique atmosphere. Flowers of various colors and varieties adorned the shelves, their brilliant colors contrasted with the soft glow that surrounded the shop. In the center, a modest table was placed with a basic yet magnificent dinner arrangement.

“Bee, this is amazing. I had no idea you had this planned”

You smirked playfully. "I have my secrets, you know. Now, come, let's enjoy dinner. I’m hungry"

You two sat down at the small table and offered the dinner you had picked up for tonight. The air was bursting with laughs, stories, and the delicious scent of the perfectly selected food.

As the night went on, it became an ideal combination of the fairy tale stories you had dreamed about when you were a kid, and this one was getting even better than those. You didn’t have a prince charming sitting in front of you, but a simple and real man you had learned to love so much your heart could burst. This type of butterflies in your stomach, and anticipating feeling was the one you thought didn’t exist. This wasn’t the type of sentiment of a passionate red color enveloping you, but a casting glow of warm colors teaching you love was a magical experience of golden sparks.

“Bee, this is more than I could have imagined. Thank you for this wonderful night.” He said, taking your hands in his.

You leaned in, your lips brushing against his ear. "The night is young, Joel. We have more surprises to come."

After dinner, you guided Joel to a cozy corner where a blanket was arranged with pillows, creating a comfortable spot for the two of you.

“What is this?” He questioned with a smile on his lips.

You laughed. "Phase two of our evening. A comfortable place for us to unwind."

Joel's arm around you, the soft glow of the lights, and the fresh aroma of flowers provided a relaxing mood as you relaxed on the blanket. You exchanged more stories, dreams, and goals, and each disclosure pulled you closer together.

“This is perfect, Bee. I never thought this place could look this stunning”

You smiled, your heart fluttering with happiness. "Excuse me?” you faked annoyance “This is not an ordinary flower shop because is mine”

As the night deepened, you hinted at the final surprise. "Close your eyes, Joel."

He complied, a grin on his face. You produced a small box from your pocket and placed it in his hands.

“What's this?”

"Open it," you whispered.

As Joel opened the box, he found a delicate, handcrafted key inside. The key was adorned with a small flower charm.

“A key?” he studied the small object in his hand.

You grinned a hint of mischief in your eyes. "That, my dear, is the key to our future. Please, keep it safe”

Joel's eyes widened with realization, and a mix of emotions played on his face. He looked at you, his eyes filled with love and gratitude.

“Bee, you never cease to amaze me,” he said, his voice lingering with such love for you.

You leaned closer, filling the slight distance between you and Joel with a sweet grin. The lovely glow of the flower shop's lights enhanced the feeling of affection in the present moment. Your lips met in a soft, lingering kiss, sealing the promise of the future ahead.

The drive back to Joel's house was filled with a comfortable silence, the air still buzzing with the shared warmth from the evening. As you pulled into the driveway, the house lights glowed in the quiet night.

Entering the house, you were greeted by the sight of Sarah still awake, her eyes wide with excitement. She sat on the living room couch, her favorite stuffed animal in hand.

"Hey, you're still up?" Joel said with a smile, his gaze shifting between you and his daughter.

Sarah's eyes twinkled as she looked at both of you. "Yeah, I wanted to hear all about your date!"

Joel chuckled, ruffling her hair gently. "Well, it was a special night. Bee had a surprise for me."

Sarah turned her attention to you. "Really? What was it?"

With a playful smile, you leaned down to her eye level. "It was a secret flower shop date. We had dinner and everything."

Her eyes widened in amazement. "That sounds so cool!"

Joel smile widely at Sarah, then turned his face to you as if looking at you bring him an enormous pride.

“Okay, now that my lovebird of a dad is back, I can finally go to sleep” Sarah said, standing up from the couch

Sarah stood up, a yawn escaping her lips, and then looked at you with bright eyes. "Thanks for making my dad happy."

You couldn't help but smile when you heard how genuine her words were. "Your father makes me happy as well."

Sarah rushed off towards her room, leaving you and Joel alone in the living room. There was a comfortable silence between you two, filled with implicit affection.

Joel looked at you, his eyes filled with tenderness. "She really likes you; you know?"

You quietly chuckled. "I like her as well. She's a lovely girl."

"Yeah, she is, she is my daughter " Joel agreed. "I'm glad you're here, Bee. I didn't expect tonight to turn out like this, but I'm happy it did."

You nodded, agreeing his sentiment "Me too. It's been a wonderful night.”

Joel reached out, his fingers gently brushing against yours. "Thank you for everything.”

"It's not a problem at all," you reassured him.

He smiled; his thumb tracing circles on the back of your hand. "I'm looking forward to more moments like these."

"Me too," you responded, your heart fluttering with happiness and contentment.

Joel's eyes were warm, mirroring the calm lighting in the room. He leaned in without saying anything, catching your lips in a slow, deep kiss.

Joel glanced into your eyes as he drew back, a sweet smile on his lips. "Would you like to spend the night with me, Bee?"

Your heart skipped a beat as you accepted his invitation, the sincerity in his eyes reflecting your own. You returned his smile, your tone bright and cheerful. "That would be great, Joel." "On condition that you promise not to snore."

Joel laughed, "Deal. "There will be no snoring tonight."

Once you both reached his bedroom door, Joel locked the door

“Wait, what?” you said staring at him with wide eyes. “Why did you lock the door?”

“Because we’re sleeping and I don’t want anyone disturbing our sleep.”

“We’re not having sex while Sarah is in this house!”

He shook with laughter at her reaction. “Relax, bee, we’re not doing anything” He grinned, the mischievous glint still in his eyes. “Unless...”

"Unless?" you asked, raising an eyebrow at Joel's mischievous expression.

He chuckled, his eyes dancing with playful energy. "Unless you want to have a midnight snack or something.

A playful smirk crossed your face as you realized the teasing nature of his comment. "Oh, a midnight snack? And what would it be?

“Me, of course,” he said with a twinkle in his eyes.

You couldn't help but burst into laughter at Joel's response. But he didn’t laugh, instead, he made his way to the bed, sitting right next to you. He kissed you again, this time, the kiss was innocent, but waking sparkling feelings on your tights.

“Who would think you would be so crazy about the annoying florist” you said with a delicate voice as his lips pressed kisses on your neck.

"Well, maybe I'm just crazy about the person behind the flowers. The annoying florist is just a bonus," he replied, a grin playing on his lips against your skin.

Your chest vibrated with laughter. You grabbed his face and lifted his face meeting his eyes. The chemistry between you and Joel felt like a secret language only both of you could share.

With a soft smile, “Kissing the annoying man from the gallery is gross” you said, leaning in for another kiss.

The room filled with laughter as Joel chuckled against your lips. "Well, lucky for me, I'm not just the annoying man from the gallery anymore, but I’m also the man you seem to enjoy kissing," he replied.

Your lips came back together. You were lying on your back with him on top of you in a matter of seconds. Your dress, as well as his shirt and jeans, were on the floor. The soft and sweaty skin of his chest was killing you with desperate waiting and anticipation.

“I love you so much” He breathed against your lips.

Your lips curved in a smile this time, the first time you were like this with him, you felt so vulnerable. Being almost naked under his stare, not only shaking from the pinning but for the fear of your feelings becoming a reality who could not go beyond pretending.

But this time it was genuine and different. He was constantly reminding you that he loved you, and it was enough for you to get drunk on him.

He parted his lips, wanting to tell you how gorgeous you looked under the soft light of his bedroom,

“Oh, too stunned to speak?” you asked, joking.

He burst into laughter, even though you had been already together like this two times, this one felt the most vulnerable one. There were no hidden feelings between you anymore, and the truth had already been told.

He placed his nose against your neck, savoring the perfume that had become his favorite scent. You were so gorgeous in his eyes that he thought he was drunk on love because of you, and now he believed he owned the sky because he had you. Joel held his breath, carefully brushing his fingertips across your face, lovingly looking at you.

You both felt extremely vulnerable under this roof and under this light. Nothing could stop you now that there are no obstacles between you and him. This time was different for Joel; he had never been so in love with someone else as he was with you, and that terrified him.

Falling in love again felt nice when you were doing it right.

You pet Joel’s check as looked down at you.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, concerned.

“Nothing, it’s just… You’re everything”

"Aww, I'm everything, huh?" you said with a playful smirk, your fingers gently tracing patterns on Joel's cheek. "Well, I always knew I was pretty cool, but it's nice to hear it from you."

Joel chuckled, his eyes meeting yours with a mixture of adoration and amusement. "You're not making this any easier, you know? I'm trying to be romantic here."

You grinned, under him enjoying the lighthearted joke "Romantic? You're the one who has me under your spell, here. I didn't sign up for this much sweetness."

Joel pretended to be offended, placing his palm over his heart. "Do you mean I'm too sweet for you?" Should I cut it down a bit?"

You break out laughing, the sound growing across the room. "Oh no, that's not going to work. Where would we be if I got used to all this sweetness?"

He laughed along with you, and the fun exchange turned into a lovely interaction that really ruined the passionate mood he was trying to add to the night " Well, I suppose we'll have to endure the burden of being disgustingly sweet together."

You mockingly gasped, covering your mouth with your palm. "Is it disgustingly sweet?" That takes it to a whole other level. I may need some time to adjust."

Joel leaned in and brushed his lips across your ear. "Take as much time as you need, my dear. I have no plans to leave."

You leaned back, a naughty shimmer in your eyes as you looked at Joel. "I hope you have a lifetime supply of chocolates and flowers to keep up with this level of sweetness, Mr. Disgustingly Sweet." "I have standards that I must meet, you know."

Joel chuckled, joining in on your discussion. "To keep you pleased? I may need to build a flower shop and possibly a chocolate business."

"Oh, you're taking this seriously," you teased, amazement on your face. "Here I thought we were just joking about it"

"Well, I'm a man of action," he smirked. "So, I have to shower you with chocolates and flowers."

You faked giggling loudly. "Oh, how am I going to survive such romantic gestures?" I might need some pizza and rom-coms as an antidote."

"Pizza and rom-com, huh?" Joel laughed. "I believe I can handle it."

He smiled and slid down next to you in bed. "Not in the mood anymore?" you said, lifting an eyebrow.

"I'm always in the mood, but" he smiled,

"Not sex on the first date?" "What a gentleman," you remarked.

Joel laughed, filling the room with his laughter. "Well, I do try to be a gentleman," he added, his eyes twinkling.

You smiled " So you're saying we should hold off on the scandalous stuff for later?"

He winked, engaging in the amusement. "Exactly. After all, we'll have more time for that. Don't we?

He rose from his bed. As he proceeded towards his closet, you noticed his bare back rippling at the action.

“Nice underwear” you pointed out as he stood there.

Joel turned around a playful glint in his eyes. "Oh, you noticed? I like to keep things styled”

You laughed, appreciating the banter. "Well, it's working. Very interesting choice."

“Nice boobs” he spoke.

“Oh, thank you” you spoke “I got them today”

He laughed again “I’m lending you a T-shirt so you can sleep”

You grinned, "Oh, how generous of you”

Joel chuckled, handing you a t-shirt from his drawer. "Here you go. Hope it's not too scandalous for you”

You laughed, appreciating the gesture. "Thank you”

As you changed into the oversized t-shirt, Joel settled back into bed, leaning against the headboard. The room was filled with the soft glow of the bedside lamp, creating a cozy atmosphere surrounding you both.

You climbed back into bed, the shirt enveloping you in its warmth. "Ah, this feels nice," you joked, settling next to Joel.

He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close. "Indeed," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Hey, I thought you would answer my question tonight?” he reminded you.

A chuckle escaped your lips, and you met his gaze with a teasing sparkle. "I thought my answer was clear," you replied, a smile playing on your lips.

Joel's expression shifted to a mockingly dramatic disappointment. "Oh, come on, Bee. Don't keep me in suspense. I need to hear it officially."

With a playful roll of your eyes, you leaned in, your lips brushing against his ear. "Yes, Joel. I'd love to be your girlfriend."

A genuine happiness lit up his face, and he pulled you into a tight hug. "You just made me the happiest man alive."

Joel pulled back slightly, a delighted smile on his face. "Well, officially now, I can say you're stuck with me."

You grinned, playing along with the light banter. "Stuck with you? Hmm, I suppose I can live with that."

Joel chuckled, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. "Good, because I have a feeling this is just the beginning of our story together."

“By the way” you spoke, “Who sent me that text the other day?”

Recognition dawned on Joel's face as he chuckled. "Ah, that text. Well, you see, that was me. I lied. I may have wanted an excuse to see you again."

You laughed, feeling a mixture of surprise and amusement. "You sent it? I should have known. Smooth move, Joel."

He shrugged with a grin. "Sometimes you have to take matters into your own hands”

“It seems the universe conspired to bring us back together, and I'm grateful for it." You said as you placed your head on his chest.

Joel gently ran his fingers through your hair as he looked down at you, a soft smile playing on his lips. "It does feel like the universe had a hand in this, doesn't it? I'm grateful too, Bee. More than words can express."

Joel drew a lovely design on your cheek with his thumb. "From now on, I promise to keep your heart warm."

There was a sweet silence between you, the unspoken promises hanging in the air. You acknowledged in the quiet of the night that this unexpected love was a magnificent revelation, something you hadn't expected but couldn't picture living without.

You awoke the next morning to the soft sunlight coming through the curtains. Your memories of the prior night came flooding back to you as you stirred, causing you to smile. Joel was sleeping soundly next to you.

You took a minute to appreciate the quiet beauty of the morning by watching the steady rise and fall of his chest. Joel's vulnerable expression had been replaced with a calm expression while he slept the night before.

Joel woke up to the faint creak of the floorboards as you slowly got out of bed. He blinked, his tired yet loving look capturing yours. "Good morning," he whispered, his voice tinged with sleep.

“Oh no, you found out I was trying to escape” you joked.

Joel chuckled; his eyes still half-lidded. "Nice try, Bee, but you're not escaping that easily."

You faked disappointment, dramatically placing a hand over your heart. "Failed again. I guess I'll have to spend another day with you"

He laughed, and the sound filled the room with warmth. "Poor you stuck with me."

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air as you made your way to the kitchen. Sarah entered the room, rubbing her eyes, as the sound of her footsteps approached.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," Joel smiled as he greeted his daughter.

Sarah returned the smile with a yawn. "Morning. "Who's making all that commotion?"

Joel made a teasing gesture towards you. "Blame Bee, she's the noise one."

You raised an innocent-looking brow. "Me? "I'm just an innocent woman stuck with this man."

Sarah, being the curious teenager, joined in on the fun. "So, Bee, why did you stay here, exactly?"

You giggled and looked at Joel. "Well, your father can be quite persuasive." Plus, I've heard he makes an excellent breakfast."

"Hmm, I don't know. Sounds suspicious. Are you sure you're not here to steal our secret family pancake recipe?" Sarah asked

Joel pretended shock. "You think she's after our secret pancake recipe, Sarah? We might need to put her on trial."

You played along, placing a hand on your chest in mock offense. "I swear, I'm just here for the company and maybe a pancake or two. No recipe stealing, I promise."

Sarah grinned, pouring herself a glass of orange juice "We'll see about that."

As you watched the two of them setting the table, something in your heart skipped a beat. You felt genuinely happy of letting yourself free to explore this path.

Joel looked at his watch with a thoughtful expression on his face. "I'm sorry for cutting this short, but I need to drop Sarah off at school." "Can I give you a ride home after that?"

You smiled as you nodded. "Of course," Joel says. Please take your time."

Joel returned your smile, and you both made your way to the car. The drive to Sarah's school was filled with light jokes and shared laughing, and the mood was relaxed and friendly. Sarah stepped out of the car and smiled at you both as you approached the school.

"Thank you for the breakfast, Dad!" And I'll see you soon, Bee!" Sarah yelled before walking into the school.

Joel chuckled as he watched her go away. "She's something, isn't she?"

A warm feeling crept up your chest as you nodded. "She's amazing, just like her dad."

Joel returned his attention to you after dropping Sarah off. "Ready for that ride home?"

You smiled. "Absolutely."

The ride back to your place was filled with more ease, as you two were back in your little bubble. As Joel pulled up to your home, he turned off the engine, and you both sat in comfortable silence for a moment.

"Thanks for the ride, Joel," you said, breaking the silence. "And for everything."

Joel leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a sweet, lasting kiss. "No, thank you, Bee. I'll see you soon, okay?"

"Count on it," you replied with a smile, watching him drive away before entering your home.

Walking through your home, you couldn't help but replay the moments with Joel in your mind. The way Joel's eyes lit up when he saw you, the gentle touch of his lips against yours.

A soft smile played on your lips as you remember that from now on, all that would become your new reality. The idea of having Joel by your side, sharing in the simple joys of life, made your heart full

You leaned against the door, your hand gently touching your lips, still tingling from his sweet kiss.

You didn’t know what was coming for you both in your story, so how about you let the universe decide for the both of you?

a/n: what would you like to see in the next chapter?

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librathefangirl · 5 months

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Okay, let's see which wip to choose (lol). Let's go with the Demon Bros Comfort Nuzzles because it's the last one I added something too (also I didn't have a sneak peek to share when I spoke about it)

Hah! So much for Chandler saying he was too uncoordinated for stealth. He had tiptoed in here like the best of them. If he then promptly tripped over his own feet right after that thought, well, that was between him and the floor. Nobody else was around to see it – at least not somebody who would tattle on him.

(Clearly I can't count to one sentence) Don't let this snippet fool you, there's gonna be plenty of angst int his one too (of course there is) but also baby demon bros 🥺

Anyway! Send a rose get a sneak peek!

#thanks for the rose!#libra answers #libra's wip list #send a rose get a sneak peek #ask game #nanatsu no taizai #seven deadly sins

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raccoon-eyed-rebel · 10 months

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“You know,” he growls. “I have a standing invitation from your man to take you for a spin.” He gets up, putting a hand down on the table on either side of your hips, caging you between his arms. “And I don’t get the feelin’ you’re opposed to that idea. Puttin’ this naked pussy on full display, squirming in my arms like a bitch in heat. You gotta know it does somethin’ to a man, sugar.”

(Under Orders - part 5)

@deandoesthingstome Charlie, are you listening? 🙊🙊

#ask game #send me roses #i will give sneak peeks!

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Ok but what if the reader instead of being a security guard for the museum they were actually its new owner? The haunted pieces already knew about you, your grandfather bringing you there to show you how to take care of the museum once they were gone, and all of this while you were just a young adult! Now you are...older, and that makes them worry. The white strands on your hair become more noticeable, the way your eyes sink into your skull sends them into a panic and so much more. (1/2)

Just give up on your mortal life and live with them forever in your new body, you can even choose which one you want!! Do you prefer marble? Or maybe even roses!? Or even paint!!!! Just PLEASE, PLEASE don't die on them. They already wanted to hold you close before, but now?? They don't want to. They NEED to.(2/2)

(A.N - Tw: light gore, injury)

The gallery was a place of wonder when you were young.

Even before you knew the truth, every piece breathed with life; the history behind each one like stories ripped from a fairytale. It wasn’t long before you were whisked you way to the Night Gallery. Where those figures would step from their pages, and walk about in the realm of your reality. From your first visit, your grandfather made it known what your future duties would be, but you wouldn't realize the weight of their burden until many years later.

It was towards the later stage of your adolescents. By now you knew the first floor residents as well as the friends you had back home. They welcomed you with as much curiosity as you did them; happy to have a new human to make themselves acquainted with, and one with so much energy unlike most. You weren't allowed on the upper floors unless it was daytime, but you imagined them to be as friendly as those below.

You had taken up a summer job at the gallery, and would go about your days in peace. There was the occasional rude visitor or someone who tried to sneak a picture in no photography zones, but it was decent pay and gave you time to spend at your home away from home.

Sweeping up on the third floor, you heard snickering from around the corner. There was an end of the year field trip happening that day, but you had already seen all the classes moving on to the next floor. Taking a peek, you spot two teenagers close to your age; spray painting the face of one of the statues by the bathrooms.

"Hey! What are you doing?!'

They bolt as soon as they hear your voice. Probably not the best choice of action, but the most logical that came to mind. You contact security as you walk over to the statue. The figure depicted a person in robes; their face now obscured by a heavy layer of black paint. You could vaguely make out the outline of their closed eyes and tight lips, but aside from that their face looked like a small void. Completely hollow.

"I'm so sorry this happened.. Don't worry, we'll get you cleaned up in no time.

You grab a rag and gently attempt to scrub some of it off. It only succeeded in smugging the paint more; coating the complete length of their exposed face in dark paint.

You chuckle nervously. "That... probably wasn't the best thing to do.. I think I made it worse. Let's wait till someone who's right for the job comes, so you can look as good as new."

You flash the statue a reassuring smile. You weren't sure if could see you with its eyes closed; or if it could even hear you, but you felt it was the right thing to do. You stay with it until security came a few minutes later; chatting away like it was the most lively of company. From what you heard, they hadn't found the culprits of the defacing. They never would.

And you never saw that statue again.

Closing up the following fortnight, you wheel the supply cart down the empty halls; heading for the janitorial closet on the first floor. Your shift had ended on the third floor, and a little later than usual due to a prankster shoving paper towels up the air dryers. If you hurried, you had enough time to get out of the gallery before midnight.

Climbing in the elevator, you press the button for the first floor. You scroll through your phone as it takes you down. As you swipe your finger over the screen, a blotch of paint smudges the glass. Where did that come from? You don't remember cleaning up any paints that afternoon.

The elevator's doors open; a chill bellowing through its gates. You push the cart out of the entrance; doors slamming together behind you. The corridors to the elevators were pretty much the same on each floor. A long hallway with a few doors on the sides; hidden by paintings or simply locked off as they were for use of the employees. You roll the cart down to the janitor's closet; pulling your keys from your pocket. The key was to small to fit in the lock- but the door was already unlocked.

You step inside; alarm bells going off like a fourth of July gone wrong. For one, the room was quite larger than what you remembered, and secondly- you weren't alone. Various pieces of art were placed around the room; all in different forms of disarray. A painting with a tear through its center, a shattered vase - the statue.

"Gah!"

You hadn't even realized it was right in front of you til your eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room. The hulking mass of stone stands a few feet ahead; face still masked in shadows. Its head was tilted higher than you remembered; angled directly in your direction. Its hood appeared to be chipped.

You breath a sigh of relief. "Oh... it's just you. You startled me."

The statue's hand was raised in an extended motion rather that at its side when you first saw it; almost- inviting in the way. You take a step closer; splatters running up the sleeve of their arm. There's.. something nestles in its palm, surrounded in a pool of dark liquid. It's small; fitting perfectly in the crook of its hand. It looked flesh like, and shaped like the half of a heart; fitted with a small diamond hanging on its lobe. You recognized it the piece. An earring worn by one of the vandals from the previous weeks. Lost in concentration, you barely notice the statue's chest rising and falling with each ragged breath it takes.

"Ta...tak.."

A wet gurgle comes from the statue's face cavity. The black paint drips down its neck; falling on the floor with a wet smack. You could make out the outlines of its exposed teeth as they gnash together.

"T..a..ke it.."

The statue extends its hand further out to you, the blood accumulated in its palm spilling over. It wheezes; placing one foot forward towards you. The stiffness of its robes crumbles as they wrap around its thin bone structure. From somewhere behind it, you heard a laugh.

"Oh, hoho. Is that our new owner coming to finally pay us a visit? What an honor~"

The other voice steps from the shadows, fluctuating with each syllable. Its eyes lock onto yours; one wide open, while the other rests half closed. The entity's body was doused in a spectrum of color; no one section the same as the other. Swirls, splotches, and other abstract patterns covered its frame. Not even its basic shape was symmetrical. One leg longer than the other, giving it an awkward stance. Bits of it technicolored flesh melting from its other parts. The only thing that was somewhat similar was its arms. They had been dyed with the ink of its body, but they were exactly alike, and appeared to house human skin. One of the nails was missing from its left hand.

"What a pretty thing you are! It seems time has been a kind friend to you, my dear."

You can't speak. What's going on? This isn't anything like what you've seen before. You don't understand what's going on.

"Speechless, are we? That's quite all right. We've been waiting for so long to meet you!"

We? The painting throws its arm to the sky in a welcoming gesture. As if awaiting the cue; damaged artworks from around the room come to life. A mannequin attempts to stand on its splintered legs; a cuckoo clock chimes with a note so off key it makes your skin crawl. There's blood on their frames... their hands. Chatter comes from every corner of the room; all excited to see the new face.

"You've grown so much! Do you remember me? I used to hang by the gift shop. You're so beautiful, you should have your own painting done. "

"We've heard a lot about you, but we'd love to hear so much more. It's all I can do without my eyes"

"Please don't leave"

Run. Your brain screams at you to run. These pieces weren't like any you'd met before. Were those one as good as they seemed? Your head was spinning. Your body startled to tremble. What do you do?

You know.. the older you grow the more that body of yours will break. We can give you a better one. If you stay here with us...

"Y/n!"

Yanked by your collar, you're dragged from the madness. Your grandfather slams the door shut, locking it as a long bang comes from the other side. Your eyes subconsciously shift over to the sign by the door. Paint drips off its lettering. Restoration.

"What on earth were you doing in there? Do you know what time it is?"

You utter your first words of the night. "Did... did someone really.. die?"

The old man's eyes soften. He lets out a deep sigh, turning his back to you.

"It will be your responsibility someday. You'll have to make sure that no one hurts them. And that they don't hurt anyone the same."

From that day forth, your love of the gallery lost its spark. You still cared for it and its residents, but it was hard to look at them knowing what they were truly capable of. The inhabitants of the first floor soon began to ask you to stay as well. Never a demand, but a pleaded offer. They'd seen the light draining from your eyes; the droop in your smile. It was the last thing they ever wanted to see on the face of the one they came to admire.

Eventually, the time came. Your grandfather passed, and you became the head of the gallery. It became your whole life. You couldn’t hire any guards for the risk of their safety, and if you ignored them in the vain hopes nobody would trespass the artworks would get violent with each other. You were exhausted in every way, shape, and form- and everyone knew it.

Sitting alone in your office, you watch the cameras you'd set up; sighing in annoyance as someone runs by on the second floor. People never learned. You get up from your seat, heading out to find them.

You find the trespasser on the stairwell between the second and third floor; using hidden passages and keeping your head low to avoid detection. You applaused them for getting this far without being spotted. They crotch by the stairs with their hands over their mouth as they steady their breath; gripping something tightly in hand.

"Hey....follow me"

The burglar turns to face you; fear burned into their widen eyes. They point their weapon at you; completely on edge.

"S-stay away."

"I'm not going to hurt you. Come with me."

"No! No... you're trying to trick me. You're one of them."

You hear shuffling from the floor below.

"Keep your voice down. They'll hear you."

"You aren't going to get me, you monster!"

"Calm down." You hold your hands in peace as you slowly edge closer; attempting to show you mean no harm. This only settles them off more, slicing the skin of your right arm.You hiss in pain; trying to keep your voice low so they don't hear- but it's too late.

DoN't ToUcH tHeM

You lock eyes with the intruder. "I'm so sorry."

Before they can reply, dozens of hands approach from the lower form; wrapping around their ankles and theur lower torso- crushing them in their grip. They plead; beg, but their cries turn to incoherent babbles and screeches as their fate is sealed. You don't see what happens, your eyes covered by a heavy hand. It coos in your ear, inserting a piece of jewelry into its lobe. Your arm stings, pleading profusely onto the fabric of your shirt. It runs its fingers over the flow.

"Look at you.... You're falling apart. The wounds you've come to bear can never be healed, and you'll only continue to break til there's nothing left. Join us... We can make your image last forever. We can give you all the love you could ever desire. Our masterpiece..."

Your lips remained sealed. You know that one day you'll belong to the gallery for good. Somewhere deep in your chest you knew that you already did.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere insert #yandere story #yandere drabble #yandere writing #yandere fic #tw yandere #yandere monster #Night Gallery tag

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the-ellia-west · 20 days

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YO! HEY, YOU BEAUTIFUL BASTARDS!

I have an announcement!

I will be taking requests in the form of asks to write short scenes for you all if you want! Anon asks are Always accepted!

This is absolutely free and something I am doing for fun!

It can be a prompt for one of my stories, like a little scene from TCOT you'd like a sneak peek into, Jakkon-and-Rose, one of your worlds, or something completely random!

You can send me a prompt, a special request, or fill out a copy and paste sheet here! (Pick and choose the elements you want from the template - but pls don't request fanfiction because I don't know a lot of fandoms, and I'm not good at it anyway.)

Characters - (personality, Gender, age, name)

Relationship of Characters -

Plot of Short Story -

POV -

Vague Word Count - [500 words - 5k]

Genre -

How Poetry-esque do you want the narration to sound?

That's it! Love you all! I will do anything you send me as long as it is NOT NSFW. Thank you :]

THIS IS OPEN TO ANYONE AND EVERYONE

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holocene-sims · 3 months

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Ohhh, 🌹and 🍋 for th ask game please! For my favorite guy grant of course 😌

sofia!! 💜🤍 thank you so much for sending me questions!!

let's talk about everyone's favorite guy ☺️

p.s. just for you, i'm peppering in a sneak peek picture from my upcoming story updates 🥰

🌹 [ROSE] does your OC believe in true love? why?

surprisingly, he still does! and not only true romantic love but also familial and platonic love. he is, at the end of the day, a very sappy person and despite everything that's happened to him (looking at you, päivi, and your holiday hoeing around), he hasn't become cynical. at least not permanently cynical.

he does have his concerns and moments (sometimes often) of feeling like he's the only one who isn't worthy of being truly loved or that everyone who claims to love him is lying to him, but in his mind, he tells himself that true love can only exist if he puts out that kind of love towards others as well. hence, not cynical! he certainly doesn't want anyone else to have the same bad moments or feel unloved. because goddamn it, he'll love anyone and very genuinely.

except for terrible people like *gestures at his parents*

🍋 [LEMON] what is their kryptonite/ultimate weakness?

ultra serious answer: being too self-critical

true but not as serious answer: cigarettes and sweets

#asks #hlcn: oc info #hlcn: story extras #hlcn: grant #also i'm so sorry it took me like two days to answer these!!#i've been reading like 200 pages of stuff a day for my college classes and my brain now feels like goo #i have to finish half the iliad by tuesday and the whole thing by the week after #at least it's the best translation!#any classics fans out there say it with me WE LOVE EMILY WILSON

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just wanted to say that I am looking forward for Sunday.... And it is not because of the overduework that I have to do this weekend. It is because of what I plan to read on my break...

Any chance of a little snippet on Blackninnon??? Please,

Sincerely a very tired worker

I feel an immense guilt washing over me right now. I'm about to ruin your weekend.

I have been sick all week and dealing with sick children all week. The chapter isn't going to be ready for Sunday. I was going to come on here to make an announcement when I saw your ask. I legit cringed and felt so terrible!

While, normally, I wouldn't share this as a sneak peek... you have me feeling guilty. This is unedited.

Marlene looked up at Sirius, her bottom lip secure between her teeth. “I have to patrol tonight. Want to keep me company for a bit?”

Sirius couldn’t say no. They walked along the corridors, chatting about normal things. It felt like no time had passed, like there wasn’t fifteen years of distance and heartache between them. Sirius felt eighteen again, wandering the corridors with Marlene past curfew so they could have some time alone.

Sirius didn’t know how they wound up on the Astronomy Tower. Maybe it was muscle memory. Maybe because stargazing with Marlene was just something they had always done. They had spent enough time together on that very tower when they were in their seventh year. He’d tell her silly little stories he’d make up about stars and she’d list her favorite stars and constellations, giving him a shit-eating grin whenever she would omit Sirius and Canis Major.

Sirius leaned against the half wall, his chin tilting up to look at the constellations in the charmed sky. His eyes roamed across the night sky until he found Hydra, his gaze lingering on Alphard.

“When I regained my memories but we weren’t talking, I would come up here and talk to your star,” Marlene admitted as she stared up at the sky. “I felt so stuck. Like everyone had moved on but I was right where everyone left me fifteen years ago. I didn’t know how to move on. It took me a bit to realize I just needed to focus on Harry. That’s what I did.”

Sirius rose to his full height, turning his body to face hers. She didn’t look at him, her gaze still on the sky. Sirius tried to follow her line of sight and he assumed she was gazing at Canis Major.

“It’s what I did,” Sirius admitted. “Just focused on Harry and pushed everything else down until it all came bubbling to the surface. I’m told that’s unhealthy.”

Marlene looked at him, a frown etching onto her face. “I think it is.”

Sirius reached out a tentative hand, cupping the side of her neck and brushing his thumb along her jaw. “I’ve missed you, Marly.”

Marlene leaned in. “I’ve missed you too, Sirius.”

Slowly, Sirius bent down. His lips brushed against hers. So hesitant and tender, as though he were afraid she would shatter and disappear forever if he were too rough. It was enough to send a shock through his entire body, every single one of his nerve-endings tingling. Her hot breath tickled his lips, her nose brushing against his.

“Is this okay?” Sirius whispered.

“Shut up and kiss me,” Marlene replied.

That was the only encouragement Sirius needed. His lips crashed against hers. He kissed her like he would never kiss her again, desperate and dying of thirst. She kissed him back with as much fervor. He wanted more of her. He wanted all of her. Marlene pushed him backward as he stumbled over his own feet. His back met the stone wall.

All he wanted was her. To touch her. To feel her. To be one with her once more.

“Sirius,” Marlene moaned against his lips.

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dcwildwestfest · 1 month

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Dead West

By IncandescentUmbrage Art by BasketcaseBetty

Coming to Ao3 on April 25th, 2024

Rated M | 20,000 words | Graphic Depictions of Violence

Inspired by the Dread Nation duology by Justina Ireland, it's the tail end of the 1800s and the dead have just risen. Farmer Dean must make his way from Kansas to California to find law school student Sam and look after him in this terrifying new world. On the way, he meets a preacher--one Castiel Novak--stranded in the desert, and the two team up to watch each other's backs on the journey. It seems the preacher has many secrets, though, and each one shared draws Dean in more. It soon becomes clear that it's not just the undead he'll have to contend with, but his own heart as well.

[Keep reading for a sneak preview!]

The dead rose on a Thursday.

Dean will always remember the day, because he’d just returned to the Winchester family farm, now his after his father… well, the farm had come into his care, anyway. The fields were his to tend, and he’d finished plowing a day earlier than planned, which Cain had remarked upon when Dean had returned to him his kindly lended plow and oxen. Thursday, instead of Friday.

Dean had just gotten Baby settled back in her pasture when he noticed the desiccated corpse of an old farmhand, in defiance of all rationality, shambling across the field toward him. His rotted clothing hung in tatters from limbs long since shriveled to bone and brittle sinew, and his uneven, dragging footsteps left a jagged wake in the neat, even rows Dean had plowed into the soil just that morning. A bloodcurdling cry rattled up from his throat, raising the fine hairs on Dean’s arms and nape.

“Roy, whoa, slow down there,” Dean called, attempting to reason with the man.

It was about as effective as whistling into the wind.

Dean tried a rock next. His aim flew true even without the slingshot he’d carried around as a youth--and, later, bequeathed to his baby brother Sammy--but it did little more than split the paperlike skin still clinging to the rounded front of Roy’s skull before bouncing off uselessly to the ground.

Fresh out of other ideas, Dean ran for the house, and his rifle. He grabbed it from its spot by the door, and ran back out to the porch he’d helped Pa build. Snugged the butt of it against his shoulder, squinted down the sight. Roy was making his way, slow and unsteady, out of the near edge of the field to the track leading up to the house.

Dean aimed for a knee, first. Down Roy smacked into the dirt, sending dust pluming up around his prone body. His responding cry sounded almost indignant, if such a thing were possible, and his clawed fingers reached out, digging into the ground to drag himself forward. From this angle, the gaping wound blasted through the back of his ribcage was just barely visible, peeking out through grisly, mud-stained ribbons of shirt fabric. His empty eye sockets never left Dean, standing there at the top of the porch steps.

Dean clenched his jaw against the wrenching hurt of the decision he was left with, not for the first time in his life. He raised the rifle back to his shoulder, nestled his cheek against the smooth polished wood of the butt. Rested a reluctant finger on the trigger, pulled on an exhale already heavy with sorrow.

Crack.

And Roy rested again, with a new hole between his absent eyes.

What in the hell.

#dwwf #deancas wild west fest #supernatural #spn #destiel #deancas #fic promo #dwwf 2024

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PRIMADONNA GIRL ft. yuuji itadori

synopsis : after having everything basically handed to you on a silver platter for the majority of your life, it’s a great shock when something doesn’t go your way. instead of handling your problems like a mature young woman, you decide to do the complete opposite — you take the rebound.

content warnings : nsfw, angst, sub!itadori, mentions of cheating, blowjobs, swearing, slight dubcon, sexting, manipulation, semi-gaslighting, making out, lingerie

a/n : this is for @510hz’s how to be a heartbreaker collab !! i personally absolutely adore marina and i love the electra heart album even more, so i’m really grateful that i had the chance to participate :) also ty @haithamuse for helping me out on my “to continue or not to continue” dilemma </3 minors, please do not interact.

“i just don’t love you anymore. you’re too much to handle.”

you sit on the couch in silence as your boyfriend — now, ex — shouts at you whilst packing clothes messily into a suitcase. “i didn’t do anything wrong.”

his poisonous laugh pierces your heart. “no, because you never do! this is why i’m leaving you, because it’s always someone else’s fault but yours.” hot red waves of anger pulsate from him, and you can only watch as he struggles to shut his case. “i’m leaving. take your drama someplace else.”

you don’t even blink when he slams the door harshly, the brash sound echoing throughout the apartment. a single tear rolls down your cheek, and you struggle to convince yourself that it was his fault and that he was being difficult, not you. you didn’t do anything to hurt him, he’s just too soft and can’t understand anything. yes, that’s it. it’s all him.

except, in reality, it isn’t.

you know full well why he left you; you see everything through rose coloured glasses. you think the world revolves around you, and anything that goes wrong is a way of the universe telling you that you need to cut people off. in your eyes, everyone wants to be your friend, everyone wants to be invited to your parties and any boy would kill to call himself your boyfriend.

that’s why this is such a shock to you. nobody drops you. nobody.

so why do you feel so alone?

the truth is, you’re self destructive. you don’t realise it, but everything you do slowly chips away at people’s perceptions of you, carefully building a glass wall between yourself and everyone else. you hold yourself above everyone else and deem yourself just too good, consequences be damned.

well, not really. now you’re sitting alone in your dark student apartment, with no boyfriend, and no friends to turn to. so, you make a dumb decision.

itadori stares at his phone incredulously. are you seriously still talking to him after your absolute shit show of a relationship? he really shouldn’t pay attention to your message at all, but if you’re sending him a photo, something has to be wrong, right?

so, out of pure concern for your wellbeing, itadori opens the photo. and really, he doesn’t expect anything less from a person like you.

it’s a mirror selfie, but different. your back is to the mirror and he sees that you’re wearing a skimpy red thong beneath your hoodie, which is pulled up just past your chests to give him a sneak peek of your lower cleavage. your phone is cast over your shoulder and he can’t see your face, but he can almost tell you’re making some kind of lewd face behind the lens.

when you were dating, itadori was very used to receiving pictures like this, accompanied with a caption of a similar nature. he has two choices: give in to your seduction and go over to your apartment to see what you want from him, or completely ignore you and go on with his evening.

he seriously wants to take the latter option, but the tent in between his legs says otherwise. “fuck,” he whispers, running a hand through his already messy hair. this is going to be one hell of an evening.

you stare at your phone. it says itadori read the message 20 minutes ago, but he still hasn’t replied yet. you roll onto your stomach on your bed and bury your head into the pillow, withdrawing when you’re met with the familiar scent of your ex. “i need to wash these sheets,” you grumble, picking up the pillow and throwing it across the room where it hits a picture of you and him in front of a nightclub. just as the frame clatters to the floor, the bell rings.

“coming!” on your way to the door, you silently pray that it’s itadori. the lord must’ve heard you because there he is, one hand in his pocket and another in his hair.

“don’t get me twisted, okay? you haven’t talked to me in months and i’m just here to-” itadori is cut off by you pulling him into an impromptu kiss. “what the fuck?”

your smile is saccharine sweet. “i’m single again, which means we can get back together.”

itadori frowns. “what makes you think i want to date you again?” he lets you pull him inside, closing the door behind him.

“because you loved me.” the way you say it is so confident, it sways him. he did love you, but you cheated and tried to tell him that he wasn’t ‘giving you what you need’ and that you had no choice but to ‘expand your horizons’. all of his morals seem to disappear when you pull him down onto the couch and sit right on his crotch.

“and you still want me, yuuji, so don’t try to hide it.” the way you say his name makes him weak in the knees. itadori has always known that you’ll be his undoing, but he didn’t expect it to happen like this. you’re obviously acting impulsively, and getting back with an ex is not the way to solve your problems.

“we can’t do this,” he whispers, but his body disagrees, his hands sliding under your thighs subconsciously. “you need time to relieve your pent up emotions.”

“i am relieving my pent up emotions,” you protest, placing your hands on his chest and seating yourself directly above his growing erection. “see?”

you’re irresistible and you know it, and itadori is falling for your seduction. hard. keeping eye contact with him, you dip your head into the crook of his neck and drag your lips along the skin. he groans deeply, his grip on your hips tightening and pulling you back and forth on his crotch.

“you’re so pretty, yuuji,” you say into his neck before sinking your teeth into the flesh. “i know you missed me, baby. let it all out just for me, okay?” itadori nods as if in a daze; that’s just the effect you have on him.

when your lips reach the neck of his shirt, he slides it off, allowing you full access to his uncovered chest. you remove your hoodie in turn, happily displaying to him the lace bra clasped around your chest. despite seeing you naked multiple times, he can never quite believe how beautiful you are; it’s almost like you were sculpted by aphrodite herself.

itadori notices he’s staring when he hears you laugh breathily. “you remember this set, don’t you?” you leisurely trace the patterns splayed across your chest. “you bought it for me on valentines day.”

itadori does remember. he remembers how happy he was when he saw the delight on your face as you lifted the lid of the box, your grin stretching from ear to ear. he remembers the way you wasted no time in undressing right in front of him to try it on, the lacy red material a strong contrast against your flawless skin. he remembers the night that followed, whispered threads of ‘i love you’ weaved in between the sounds of passionate love-making.

he can remember it all, but he can also remember the accompanying bitterness. all of that seems to wash away when you slide off of his lap and sink to your knees in front of him and slide your hands up his thighs. itadori lets you pull his zipper down, and then his boxers, and it’s almost like it was back when you first met: a pretty but stupid student sucking off her classmate in return for him doing her homework.

he’s pulled out of his thoughts by your honeyed voice and your warm hand slowly stroking the base of his cock. “are you ready?”

itadori nods. it’s been so long since the two of you had been intimate like this and, if anything, he was more than eager for you to start. you smile up at him before gliding your tongue along his slit, collecting the slither of precum before taking his tip into your mouth.

once he slips under that thin veil of pleasure, he knows there’s no going back. you have itadori memorised to a t, so you know exactly what makes him shudder. you drag the tip of your tongue along the underside of his cock and take his silky balls into your palm, massaging them just enough to make him sigh contentedly.

“d-do that again.” you do, this time circling your thumb slowly along his smooth skin. he makes a noise akin to a whine and you smile around his length, snaking your other hand along the fat of his thigh before squeezing hard.

he tries his hardest to hold out but the pleasure pumping through his veins says otherwise, and itadori spills into your mouth, his face turning a bright shade of red. you, on the other hand, swallow faithfully, looking right up at him as you lick any residue off of his swollen cock.

just as itadori opens his mouth to apologise, you press a finger to your lips and shake your head. “don’t say sorry,” you muse, rising to your feet and pulling down your shorts. “you liked it, didn’t you? don’t apologise for that.”

he’s speechless; partly because you’re suddenly being so sweet to him, and partly because you’re now standing in front of him, the full set of lingerie complete with the tiny red lace thong concealing your cunt. there’s a tiny wet patch on the seat of the underwear, and he realises that you enjoyed seeing him crumble just as much as he did.

and when you smile cunningly at his reaction, itadori also realises that underneath that sweet, good girl persona, you’re still the self proclaimed primadonna you’ve always been.

#⋆˙⟡♡ htbahb collab #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #yuuji itadori #yuuji itadori x reader #anime fanfic #fem!reader #female reader #jujutsu kaisen x female reader #jjk x reader #❲ love letters ❳#jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut

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