#this is what happens when you have a year of being cooped up inside to write lol

[fairy-angel222]

OFFICE SLUT! ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

—in which your boss toji catches you fucking your two coworkers gojo and geto

pairing: gojo, geto, toji x fem! reader

cw: foursome, breeding, degradation, praise, belly bulge, spit swallowing, fingers in mouth, face fucking, tears licking, slapping, fingering, cumming untouched, pussy eating

Being your colleagues’ cum dump was something you’d never expected. Ever since you started working at the office one year ago, your two coworkers Gojo and Geto seemed to have taken a liking to you.

Their constant flirting never ended, often finding yourself sandwiched between the two males with their hands and mouths on your body.

It didn’t take long for you to inevitably fuck them. Cooped up in your office during lunch hour as they took turns fucking you raw and filling you up.

Then it happened again.. and again. Becoming a regular routine for the two men to use your pretty cunt for their pleasure.

You were in your office once more, your blouse unbuttoned down to your tits which spilled out of your lace bra. Your pencil skirt bunched around your waist as you bounced on Geto’s cock. Your hands on his shoulder to steady yourself and your head falling back in a string of loud moans.

Gojo stood above you with his hand around your neck, his lips on your ear as he rasped degrading words into your ear. “Just a lil fucking slut aren’t ya? Good for nothing else but spreading those sexy legs f’ us.”

You mewled at his words, hearing Geto grunt deeply when you clenched down on him. His cock was piercing your insides so deep, slamming mercilessly into your gummy walls which each upward movement of his hips. “Fuck, this slutty pussy never gets tired does it? Fucking made to take our cocks.” Geto groaned, his breathing speeding up as his hands on your hips tightened.

“Nnh— S-sugu- ahh— Suguru,” you cried out, your brain slowly losing any train of thought as you were roughly fucked closer to your orgasm.

“Fucking slut, you like that?” Gojo grinned, “Like having your slutty pussy filled?”

You nodded, your body trembling as your stomach tightened, the feeling of Geto’s cock hitting your g spot with no stop becoming too much as you let out a high pitched cry.

Your eyes rolling back and your breathing heavy as you felt yourself near the edge. Letting out incoherent babbles that you were about to cum.

“Is our little slut gonna cum for us? Go ahead baby, you deserve it.” Geto breathed, feeling his own release nearing as you spasmed on top of him. Nails digging into his back as your pussy gushed onto him messily.

Your lips parted, Geto’s cock pace still relentless as he chased his own high. Short moans matching his thrusts while you rolled your hips back and forth. Gojo chuckled, kissing and sucking up your neck before biting at the lobe of your ear. Bringing his lips to yours to kiss you sloppily, squeezing the sides of your neck before his other hand pried your mouth open with his fingers.

A smirk on his face as he let his spit fall onto your tongue, landing two mean slaps to your cheek before his fingers were back to forcing his saliva down your throat “So pretty like this.”

You whimpered around his fingers, small tears welling in your eyes as the slender digits pushed deeper into your mouth. Your drool running down your chin and his hand when you sputtered.

“Hmm, that’s what i like to fucking see.” Gojo could feel his cock straining hard in his work pants. The bulging dent more than visible to your eyes.

“Shit,” Geto cursed, his cock twitching at the sight of you gagging on Gojo’s fingers when the white haired man began to thrust them in and out.

Letting out a dragged groan, Geto held you still on his cock, pumping ropes of his hot seed into you. “Fucking look at how this pussy’s swallowing my cum.” he mused, slowly pulling you off of him and watching as you clenched down on nothing. Preventing his cum from seeping out of your greedy cunt.

Geto scoffed with a smirk, landing a harsh smack to your folds making you mewl, his palm coming into contact with your puffy clit.

“Guess it’s my turn.” Gojo bit his lip, roughly pulling you off of Geto by your throat and forcing you down onto your knees. Freeing his rock hard cock while his fingers dug into your cheeks. His cock throbbing when you looked up at him through your lashes. “Open.”

You did as told, opening your mouth to allow the man to thrust into it. A loud gag sounding in the small office as he forced it all the way in. The outline of his cock prominent in your throat as you breathed through your nose.

Still keeping eye contact when he grabbed onto the two sides of your head and began fucking your face. Moaning and groaning loudly while watching you messily drool onto your tits. Your eyes blurry with tears as your throat was relentlessly fucked into.

Geto began to stroke his cock to the choked gags sounding in your throat with each slam of Gojo’s hips. Your own hand reaching down to play with your clit as your mouth was used for nothing but pleasure.

Gojo grunted, “Now would you look at that, cock hungry whore’s getting off to this.”

Your whine was muffled as you ruthlessly rubbed over the bud, Geto’s cum beginning to seep out of your cunt as you messily rubbed your clit from side to side. Your wetness coating the floor and your hand as you whimpered around Gojo’s cock.

Gojo groaned, pulling you off of his cock and to your feet. His tongue swiping over the tears collected on your cheeks. “Wanna cum in that tight pussy instead.” Roughly bending you over your desk and landing a slap onto the flesh of your ass.

A moan leaving you when his hands reached to free your tits from the confinement of your bra. He wasted no time in plowing into you from behind. Your mouth falling open in scream like moans as you gripped the edges of the desk. Feeling his cock hammering its way deep into you, and hard.

You let out a cry every time his girth filled you up, grazing against your g spot even more than Geto had. “A-ahh f-fuck—“ you cried shakily, your body being jerked onto piles of paperwork, “Satoruu— nnh- ‘s so deep.” you keened. Your head getting dizzy as Geto’s cum was drilled out of you.

Gojo’s hips moving at an inhuman pace to bully your poor pussy. You lost it when a large hand reached forward to grope your tits, squeezing your hard nipples between his fingers before slapping each one. Drawing two consecutive cries past your lips.

“That’s it. Fucking take it.” Gojo gritted out, his fingers digging into your sides to fuck into you even faster. “Gonna breed this little pussy so full.”

The sensation was different, feeling Gojo’s tip prodding at your sensitive spot nonstop. The abuse causing your bladder to feel full as you moaned. Your eyes closing as you pressed your cheeks onto the glass desk. Seeing Geto fisting his cock at the same pace you were being destroyed at.

“S-shit,” Gojo breathed, his cock twitching against your walls. His head falling back in sharp breaths as he neared his release. “Clenching down on me so- fuck— tight.”

Your noises carried no sound as the most intense orgasm washed over you. Your body shaking uncontrollably as your toes curled, increasing your grip on the desks edge. “O-oh f-fuckkk.” you cried out loudly.

Unknowingly forcing Gojo’s cock out your slippery cunt as you squirted. Streams after streams of the clear liquid spraying messily onto his abs and thighs, a shiver raking through your body when your hand reached down to rub quick circles on your clit. “Nnhg— ahh, o-oh god,” you mewled tearily, your pussy unable to stop gushing despite the buckling of your knees.

Your body shivered when you finally came to a stop, panting hard in an attempt to catch your breath as your body went limp. A loud whistle coming from the man behind you as he assessed what just happened. Grinning widely before his eyes darkened.

“That was so fucking..” thrusting his cock back into you, “hot.” His thrusts now becoming uncoordinated as he rut into you. The sight of your orgasm somehow making him even harder than before. Skin on skin filling the air along with the lewd squelching sounds from your pussy.

Geto still couldn’t believe his eyes, his tip and angry red as he neared another release.

Gojo cursed out loudly, giving you his final crazed thrusts before he was burying his cock all the way in. Painting your guts with a satisfied hum. “Such a good breeding bunny for us.”

Geto got off of his seat, his abs tensing as he continued stroking his cock. “Put her on her knees for me.”

Gojo slipped out of you effortlessly, setting your jelly like frame on your knees for Geto to cum on your face and on your tits. Your fucked out brain barely registering it as you were coated with the sticky white substance.

The two mens’ heads turned at the sound of the office door being unlocked. You being too tired to even hear the sound. The was only one person who could have a key.. your boss, Toji Fushiguro.

Geto and Gojo glanced at each other, hurriedly trying to tuck themselves back in their pants while standing side by side facing the door in an attempt to hide you.

A deep voice traveled through the room as the door was slammed open. “Don’t bother, i know you three have been fucking.”

Shit.

“And you two know that this is unacceptable behavior.” Closing and locking the door behind him before walking up to you, watching as you blinked up at him confused. Toji stooped in front of you. Taking in the state of your clothes, the cum on your body and most importantly, your leaking pussy.

“S-sir we can exp-“

“Shut up.” Toji growled out, trailing a finger down your cheek. “It’s already bad enough that you two decided to play selfish with my pretty little employee.”

Gojo’s eyes widened, “What?”

“Don’t act all surprised, did you really think you could keep that pussy of hers all to yourselves?” Toji laughed, tilting his head at you with a coo, “You hear that baby? They thought they could get away with not sharing.”

You whimpered when Toji picked you up, his large muscles flexing under his shirt as he sat you on the desk. The other two’s soft cocks hardening again as they watched.

Toji smirked down at you, “Look at how dirty they have you.” Dragging his finger across your plump bottom lip, “Seems they’ve already done a number on ya. Shame that i have to add onto that.”

The man freed his cock from his pants, being way thicker and longer than the other to. You swallowed hard, your pussy getting wet at the thought of that in you.

Toji groaned, bringing his finger down to your cunt to dip into your sopping hole. “They couldn’t even open you up enough to take me. Looks like i’m about to ruin that fucking pussy.”

You mewled loudly when Toji lifted you up and in line with his cock. Already manhandling your body into a folded position to use you as his flesh light.

“Gonna break your slutty body baby, you ready for that?” Toji didn’t even give you a chance to respond before thrusting you down onto his cock. A loud cry falling off your tongue as his cock bulged in your stomach. Your pussy stretching to accommodate his girth.

“One of you. Come eat her out.” Gojo was quick to walk up to you, sitting on the sturdy desk and connecting his tongue to your cunt as Toji began to fuck himself using your pussy. Roughly lifting you on and off his cock, your moans deafening as he kissed your g spot right before kissing your cervix. Geto’s tongue swirling around your clit was a groan. Swallowing down your sweetness eagerly.

Geto stood jerking off again, his fist circling around his tip before stroking his length.

Your brain slowly turned to mush as you were fucked dumb. Gojo falling to his knees at the same time Toji decided to sit with you out his lap. His hands under your knees which were pressed up into your chest. Pounding into you with no mercy while Gojo suckled at your clit.

You mewled loudly, your head falling back onto Toji’s chest as your sensitive body was toyed with. Feeling another intense orgasm quickly bubbling in yours stomach as Toji’s cock hit a new angle. Hammering directly into your spot with force.

Geto appeared in front of your face, tapping his cock on your lips and watching as you opened up as wide as you can. Your moans and cries being muffled as your legs started to quiver. Geto groaned, easing himself fully past your lips and settling at the back of your tongue.

Your noises increased in volume when Gojo began flicking his tongue onto the swollen bud. Your pussy tightening on Toji’s cock while you sloppily attempted to suck Geto off. The man eventually taking the lead by fucking into the warmth of your mouth instead.

His heavy breaths mixing with your throaty cries and Toji’s deep groans. Creating an atmosphere of nothing but lewdity. Toji grunted, “You’re a real slut huh?” And you only whined into Geto, the noise sending vibrations a his body.

Gojo smirked against your skin, “We tell her that all the time, our personal little cum dump.” Going batch to latching his mouth onto you making you let out a choked moan.

You reflexively came off of Geto’s cock when you felt yourself about to cum. Your eyes rolled back and your forehead sweaty as your heart raced. Geto forcing his cock back into your mouth before you could get anything out. Tears welling in your eyes as your orgasm washed over you.

“Is our good little slut cumming for us?” Gojo teased, sucking harshly to drive you crazy. His mouth opening in anticipation as another squirting orgasm recked through you. The immense pleasure burning your stomach as you let go. Messily drenching Gojo’s face and the desk in front of you.

Toji’s thighs also becoming soaked as he fucked against the forceful sprays threatening to push his cock out. “Shit.” he husked, his cock twitching when you began to come down from your high. Your chest heaved, vision fading in and out as Geto began spilling into your mouth, the thick liquid sliding down your throat making you gag.

“Fuck- pussy feels like it was made to be bred.” Toji breathed, the thrusts slowing down as he released weeks’ worth of cum into you. Swelling your belly and you groan softly at the continuous feeling of being filled up.

Toji let his cock slip out of you, the still hard length springing into the air

Gojo placed a soft kiss to your cunt before he stood up with a smirk. His cum staining his pants from his cock rubbing against the fabric while he ate you out.

Gojo kissed your lips softly, a small smiling gracing your face. “Did so well for us. Such a good girl.” you let out a well needed breath. “‘M tired..” you mumbled.

Geto speaking up from where he stood, “Gotta get you cleaned up first baby.”

You shook your head sleepily, ignoring the feeling of multiple sets of cum flowing from your pussy as you closer your eyes. Snuggling closer to Toji’s hard chest before falling asleep.

Toji’s finger made soothing shapes on your skin, his voice calm and his face holding a spine chilling smile. “You’re lucky i don’t fire your asses for taking my claim before me.”

Gojo and Geto scratching the back of their heads nervously.

“But,” Toji continued, looking down at your pretty face as you slept. Your chest rising and falling softly. “We got more important things on our hands, like truly making her feel like she did a good job.” The other two nodding in agreement.

Toji already had something in mind, but he wondered how long it would be until you woke up.

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[d3wdropz]

Does Princess Wanna Fuck? Toji Fushiguro Smut

a/n: I am shocked yet not shocked this man won the poll- I'm kind of nervous but here we go

i'm so shocked how big this fic is- sorry it took so long, finals were kicking my ass

plz be kind this is my first large fic

pairing: bodyguard! toji fushiguro x reader

word count: 5.1 K

summary: your mother, a very rich and influential woman, gets on the wrong side of some dangerous people. To ensure your safety, she hires the best protection money can buy: the Sorcerer killer. You're happy to have the support, you just didn't think he'd be this hot.

content warning: fem!reader, not virgin! reader, pet names (princess, pretty, doll, sweetie), swearing, porn with plot, age gap (toji is 30 something, reader is early 20s), alcohol, p in v, dirty talk, fingering, oral (male and female receiving), rough fucking, no protection, creampie, doggystyle, kind of mean! toji, bratty! reader, a few spanks, degradation (slut), no strings attached, no aftercare, hopefully that's it

Thank you @benkeibear for the great banner once again!

"I promise, sweetie, nothing bad is going to happen. I have my own personal team looking after me, we all just thought it would be safer for you to stay away."

You were sitting on your bed, listening to the voicemail your mother had left for you. It came as no surprise that she was on the radar of some shady people. Your mother climbed her way out of poverty and became one of the richest people in the city.

Ever since you were a child, you knew the methods she used weren't very legal. This came in the form of strangers coming in and out of your house constantly, the long and far away trips she'd take for 'work', and the items and rooms you were never allowed near. The people you saw as a child always ended up on the news, both arrested and murdered. The trips she took would often mean you wouldn't see her for upwards of a year, with no way to contact her so her location would remain secret. The locked doors and mysterious duffel bags were the biggest give away.

There was a time when you were eight and curious. You wanted to know what was so important about some stupid locked box. Your mother was away on one of her 'work trips' again, so she'd never know. When you were finally able to unlock it, you found it full of expensive and shiny jewelry. If it weren't for the news showing a picture of the same accessories- only this time the reporter was asking for tips on finding the stolen gems- you would have likely played with them.

No matter the means, your mom provided and loved you. Her job was paying for the expensive house you were sitting in right now, the newest phone model you were holding in your hand. You accepted your mom's life choices, going as far as to lie for her when people got too curious.

But right now was different. Never before did your mother's work involve you, let alone threaten to kill and dismember you. As soon as your mother received the threatening text, she had half her team escorting you out of your apartment and back home.

That was almost a full week ago and since then you hadn't been allowed outside of the building. Your mother was currently at her 'office', with the rest of her bodyguards and team looking for the guy.

You focus back on the message just in time to hear her final words, "I know you hate being cooped up inside the house, and if I'm being honest those men I sent are amateurs. I've hired the best hitman to look after you, you'll even be able to go back to your apartment. He's the best in the business. Anyway, I love you so much, baby, be safe. I'll call you when things have calmed down."

You delete the message as soon as it's over, sighing and looking around the room. You haven't been here in ages, not since you left for college and started staying in your one-bedroom apartment. Whatever nostalgia you were starting to feel disappeared when you heard a light knock on the door.

"Miss," it was one of your mom's team members, "The new guy is here to escort you out."

Standing up from the bed, you walked over to the door and opened it just enough to see the guy's face, "Okay, tell him I'll be down there in a minute. I need to pack up my stuff."

Packing was easy enough, you didn't have any time to pack the day the team swept you away so the only thing you carried down the stairs with you was a small backpack.

As you made your way down the winding staircase, you could hear an unfamiliar voice having a one-way conversation with the serious guards at the door. It was playful and some how laid back, something you weren't used to when it came to people your mom worked with.

When you made it to the bottom, your eyes met pools of deep green. The chatter stopped as the stranger faced you with a satisfied smirk, "So this must be little miss princess, huh?"

A mixture of annoyance and embarrassment bubbled in your stomach as you clutched the straps of your bag, "And you're the famous 'hitman' my mom told me about? I expected someone more professional."

In all honesty, it wasn't your best jab. Just something you made up on the spot in an attempt to knock him down a peg.

It only served as amusement, though, as he chuckled and looked you up and down, " 'Don't need to be professional to be good in my line of work, princess," noticing the slight pout on your lips, his smirk melted into a soft smile as he nodded, "but you were right, I've been paid a lot to keep you alive, even more if I find the guy."

One of the other guards grabs your bag as they begin to lead you to the black car outside. While walking, you turn your head toward the stranger, "Now how are you gonna protect me and catch the guy? I don't really like the idea of you half-assing a job that involves my life."

Another smooth chuckle leaves his scarred lips as he hops into the back seat of the car with you, "Oh, you are gonna be fun to work with, princess."

The princess thing was starting to get on your nerves, now. No other guard or person affiliated with your mother treated you like this. At best, they respected you; at worst, they coward at the sight of you.

"I have a name, u'know. If my mom is gonna pay you, you might as well learn it," you huff and turn your body away from him.

The man crosses his legs lazily and grabs one of the mini bottles of alcohol from the side door, "Trust me, princess, I know a lot more than you think. I know you're a snooty, little brat who still doesn't know the name of the person holding her life in his hands."

At the mention- or threat- of knowing too much information for comfort, you turn just enough to peak at him from the corner of your eye. Instead of using your words, you raised a brow and waited for an answer.

He took his sweet time giving it, too. He finished the alcohol in one gulp and wiped his mouth on his bare arm. The muscles flexed as he brought his arm and up, catching your eye just long enough for him to notice.

He finally looked into your eyes again with a cocky smile, "Toji- and that's all you need to know."

You tried to keep eye contact, tried to assert your strength and maturity. But it was a losing game, the thoughts racing in your head kept you from looking into Toji's eyes any longer.

Out of all the things going through your head, one stuck out the most: this asshole's hot as fuck.

~ ~ ~

It's been about a week since your mother hired Toji to be your guard dog, and you hate to say it, but he's very good at his job.

The first few days left you nervous and doubtful of his abilities as he waved you off to 'do your shit'. He said that you could go about your day like normal, that you'd be safe no matter where you were.

This was nothing like the last week you'd just had. Instead of one guy keeping watch in the shadows, you had a whole teams worth of people just watching you laze around your house. You had to admit, it felt refreshing to get back to your life. And it turns out, Toji wasn't lying.

During all of your outings, you were safe as can be. After a bit of questioning, he told you that while you did your thing, he was watching your every move. While a part of you was upset that you would be lacking in privacy, another was happy in the fact that you likely have never been in safer hands.

Even while at home, Toji doesn't intrude. He does his thing and leaves you alone. This could be rummaging and eating the food in your fridge, or sitting shirtless on your couch as he waited to sleep.

He's made a comfortable little bed on the living room couch. Your apartment, while beautifully furnished and on the top floor, didn't have more than one bedroom. As soon as you both walked through the door, you made it clear you would not be giving your room up for him.

If you could sum it up in one word, you'd say you were content.

That is, until Toji gets ready for bed. You're proud to say that you're no bashful virgin, you've slept with a few guys. But none of them were as hot as the man sitting before you.

You're ashamed to say that you've spent more time staring at his abs than the cliche action movie playing on the TV. You're also ashamed to say that you've wanted to fuck him since that moment in the car.

Throughout the week, you've tried to get closer to Toji. Not for the sake of a connection, but to see if you had any shot at getting with him for one night. To his credit, in this regard he is professional. You've learned nothing about him but his name, you didn't even know his full name.

In an effort to make some sort of progress, you mentioned having a movie night. He didn't really have the option to say no as your full-screen TV with surround sound was in the living room. Just to sweeten the deal, you offered to get drinks and takeout- which worked in your favor as you both make your way through the bottle of vodka and a pack of beer.

"Okay, kid, I know I said you could pick the movie- but come on, this movie is horseshit," Toji grabbed the remote from your hands and finished off the can of beer in one chug.

You knew the movie sucked, choosing it because of that reason. When has anyone ever gotten fucked with a decent movie in the background? The point was for you and him to talk, not genuinely watch the film. You were running out of options and sober thought quicker than you'd like to admit.

Steeling your nerves, you finished off your drink as well and poured yourself another, stronger one, "Well, it's my TV so before you turn anything on I want I know what it is first."

He chuckled and clicked through the options, landing on a classic slasher. Toji tilted his head at the screen, black hair falling into his eyes, "This good enough for the little princess?"

"Fine, but you need to tell me why you keep calling me 'princess', it's really pissing me off," you titled your head to meet his gaze, hoping he couldn't see the blush forming on your cheeks.

Toji crossed his legs and leaned his back against the couch, laying his arms against the head rest. "You really don't know, do ya?"

The bored expression on your face was a good enough answer as he itched the back of his neck and closed his eyes, "Geez. . . I shouldn't be telling you this but maybe it'll knock you down a peg," you leaned forward, eager to finally get some kind of information from him. "Your mom is a powerful lady. Everyone in . . . my line of work knows about her," he points his finger at you and grins, "which means, everyone knows about you. People think of you as a prissy little princess that doesn't know anything about the real world."

All of the confidence you had dissipated during his explanation, fueling you to drink more and more vodka until your cheeks flushed. You were smart, you knew your limits- and right now you were there. If you continued like this, you'd be drunk and all your efforts would be for not.

With a huff, you point your own finger at him, "I am not a prissy little princess. I know what my mom does! I know about the real world, I'm not some spoiled little kid."

"Oh- if you know about how your mom paid for your life of luxury, tell me. Cause I sure as hell would love to hear about all the info you've got," to further irritate you- or turn you on, you're not sure- he uncrosses his legs to spread them as he leans against his knees.

At this, you sputter, look to the ground, anywhere but his eyes and crotch. You'd officially dug yourself a hole. You didn't want to know about what your mom did, it would solidify in your mind that she's a criminal. Something you didn't want to accept was that the woman who loves and raised you might not be a good person.

Toji chuckles and opens another can of beer at your silence, "Feels nice to be right."

You groan and cross your arms, "Fine! I don't know what my mom does- I don't even wanna know!" you finally meet his eyes, trying so hard not to stutter when you see the sheer amusement swimming in his head. "But I am not a prissy princess!"

For once, Toji breaks eye contact first to roll his, "Listen, kid, I've only been with you for a week, but I know a brat when I see one," you hope it's not your imagination when you see him lean towards you, looking you up and down, "and you, Y/n, are spoiled rotten. Bet no one's ever said no to you before. Never made you say 'please'. "

The warm tinge in your cheeks is uncontrollable now as you feel yourself getting wet, "You're not my dad- okay? I know manners, you just don't deserve them-"

In the blink of an eye Toji makes his way over to you, putting his hand against the head rest and smirking down at you, "Oh, sweetheart, those aren't the kind of manners I'm talkin' about," he leans down to your level, so close you smell the alcohol on his breath.

"I see the way you look at me, it's so fucking obvious," his voice is barely above a whisper but it's leaving you hot and bothered in your seat, "Bet you were waiting for me to drop everything and beg for a fuck, right? You'd want me to do all the work while you just lay there and act like a little pillow princess."

At his words, you try and look to the ground in hopes of calming your racing heart. This attempt ends in Toji gripping your chin harshly and forcing you to look at him again, "If you really wanna fuck, cutie, then I'm gonna need you to be a good little girl. You think you can do that?"

The throbbing in your cunt is unbearable and you're desperate for any kind of action, so you eagerly nod your head. In response, Toji digs his fingers into your chin, "Use your words, slut."

All inhibition flew out of your body as you pouted, "Yes, yes please. I can be a good girl."

Satisfied, Toji let go of your face and stood up straight, "Prove it. I'm gonna clean up in here and by the time I'm done you better be nice and ready for me."

You're in your room in an instant, throwing off your pajama shorts and shirt. Your heart's racing as you lay down on the bed and reach your arm down to your aching cunt. It's been forever since you've gotten off, two weeks ago you were so stressed it didn't feel right. This week, you were hoping the wait would be worth it.

By how sensitive you are, you're happy you waited.

The simple ghosting of your fingers over your clothed clit has you biting your lip. You couldn't draw this out, though, Toji made a demand and if you wanted to be fucked you'd follow it.

Slipping your hand underneath the green, laced panties, you rubbed at your clit. Just a few circles was enough preparation as you slipped in a finger and tried rubbing at that spongey, deep, spot.

A whine slipped past your lips as your finger just barely reached your pleasure point. You were so close, you just needed a push. Letting the laced bra-strap fall off your shoulder, you pinched and rubbed at your hardened nipple. Hoping and begging for some kind of stimulation to get you over the edge.

Your whimpers and curses stopped as soon as you felt two calloused hands spread your knees.

"Can't even get yourself off, can you, princess?" Toji's grin was prideful as he admired your choice of clothing. He tsked and wrapped his hands around the straps of your panties, "Don't think some sexy lingerie is gonna save you, I told you to get prepped."

In one swift motion, he pulled down your underwear and threw them behind me. Toji climbed onto the bed, leaning back on his knees between your legs as he lazily stroked your clit, "maybe you aren't a good girl after all?"

At this, you sat up on your elbows and looked at him through your lashes, "I am! I promise I tried," you put all of your weight onto one arm as you used the other to rub at the bulge in his sweat pants. To avoid his gaze, you opted to stare at his abs.

You couldn't help but bite your lip from the excitement, "I just need your help, please, can't cum without you."

His mouth was clamped shut as you caressed his dick threw his pants, which you noticed were the only thing covering his manhood. His brows knitted together as he rolled his head on his shoulders, closing his eyes.

A small, deep laugh left his throat as he reopened his eyes, "You want my help, princess? Earn it, show me how grateful you are and suck my dick."

You didn't need to be told twice as you quickly lowered the waistband of his sweats and freed his cock. Drool pooled in your mouth as you studied his member. It was thick and curved, a nice seven inches with a mushroom tip you knew would hit just the right places.

Toji carefully put his hand on the back of your head, "Don't tell me you're backing out now, doll."

With your ego stroked and a need for praise, you shake your head and spit into your palm. Leaning against his clothed thigh, you wrapped your hand around his cock and gave him a few pumps. "No, just think you cock's pretty."

The hand on your head softly massaged your scalp in response as he let out a breathy chuckle, "Thanks, cutie, but how about you get to showing me that appreciation."

Taking the hint, you put both hands to work as you move them back and forth, adding in twists and some pressure when getting close to the base. You look up at Toji and are happy to see him closing his eyes in concentration as he bites his lip.

You decide now is the perfect time to bump it up a notch and wrap your lips around the tip. You suck on it and speed up your hand movement until you slowly suck on more of his cock. When you're finally able to fit it all in, you hollow out your cheeks and gently cup his balls. More heat floods your cunt when you hear Toji let out a groan and tighten his grip on your head.

"Fuck- just like that, princess," he runs a hand through his hair and struggles to hold in a moan as you pull your mouth up to the tip and tongue at the slit. Your hands go back to his cock as you squeeze and pump. When you hear him breathe faster, you go back to sucking him, bobbing your head up and down now.

It doesn't take long for this changing of tactic to have Toji bucking his hips up into your face. He's close, you can tell. At this point, you don't care if he cums down your throat, he'll probably be ready for more within five minutes.

Toji has other plans, though, as he pushes you off of his cock and onto your back, "Shit, doll, gonna ruin the fun." He repositions himself so that he's laying between your spread thighs, hands holding them tight against the sides of his head.

" 'think that deserves a reward," he dives his head down to your cunt, halting before he touches you. His emerald eyes peer up at you through raven locks as he speaks, "you better not cum, princess."

You nod and stroke his hair, gasping when he shuts his mouth against your pussy and starts sucking on your clit. It feels amazing, his fingers prod at your opening before plunging in and starting an unforgiving pace.

The hands in his hair pull him closer as you arch your back off of the bed. The neighbors probably can hear your loud and porno-grade moans, but you don't care. Toji's reaching all the places you couldn't and it's sending you to paradise.

"Ah! Toji- oh fuck- Toji! 'Gonna cum! I'm so close- fuck!" there are tears brimming your eyes from the pleasure as you start to clench around his fingers. You're so close, it feels so good.

You cry out when Toji pulls away, sucking his fingers clean as he stands up just long enough to takes off his pants, "Don't worry, doll, not leavin' you, just getting us more comfortable."

Panting and whimpers are the only sounds you can make as he unclasps the laced bra you wore and turns you onto your stomach.

"Think you can hold yourself up?" Toji's behind you, holding your hips firmly as he rubs the head of his cock between your folds.

You buck back against him, hoping to get some attention to your clit. As you register the question you lift yourself onto your elbows and nod, shaking your ass in excitement, "please, Toji, need you to fuck me so bad. Need to cum on your cock."

His nails dig into the flesh of your hips as he snaps his own forward. In one swift motion, Toji bullies his cock into your dripping cunt. You let out a squeal, almost letting your face fall into the pillows. His mouth falls open in a silent groan, letting his head fall forward as he looked down.

"Shit baby. . ." Toji breathes out and pulls his hips back slowly, savoring the view of his dick soaked in your juices. Just the tip was left snug in your cunt, leaving you wanting more.

"Ah! Toji- put it back! Please," you begged and tried to move back into him, only to be stopped by a sharp slap to your ass. You yelped, arms finally giving out as you face-planted into the pillows.

Toji 'tsked', massaging and gripping the reddened skin, "You better be patient, princess, or you're not gonna cum tonight."

With that, he sank back into you and repeated the movement. His pace was slow and agonizing, thrusts shallow and teasing. Tears formed in your eyes again at the lack of stimulation. You could feel the veins and ridges of his cock slide against you, but he wasn't hitting deep enough, wasn't going fast enough to send you over the edge.

On the other hand, Toji was enjoying himself. He was savoring the way your pussy clenched around him, pulling him in every time he pulled out. If he was being honest, all he wanted to do was grip your head, force your face deeper into those silk pillows, and pound into your cunt until you creamed. Not yet, though, Toji needed to teach you some manners; only good girls get to cum and cry on his cock.

His hands spread your cheeks apart to watch you clench around him. A hiss came from his scarred and bitten lips as he stayed still inside you, feeling you squeeze his dick just right. Toji let out a breathy chuckle as he wrapped his arms around your waist and leaned his chest onto your back.

" 'think you've been a good girl for me," one of his arms made its way around your throat, pulling you up against his chest as he thrust into you, hard. His head was nestled into your neck, biting and leaving dark purple marks, "better not hold out on me, princess, wanna hear how good I fuck this little cunny."

That was all the warning you got as Toji started pistoning his hips into yours, using his grip to slam your body into his thrusts. Tears of pleasure rolled down your face as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

It felt so good, the way his dick was slamming into your soft spot over-and-over. Toji was sending you closer and closer to your orgasm, faster than you expected.

"Oh shit! Toji- feels so fucking good! Ah- right there! Fuck! Right there!" You didn't care about the cries and moans coming out of your mouth. You didn't have the energy or focus when the only thing you could think about was how this was possibly the greatest fuck of your life.

You felt a rough hand snake its way between your thighs, starting to draw hard circles into your bundle of nerves. You let out a loud whine, head falling back and leaning against Toji's shoulder, now covered in a thin layer of sweat.

His arm dropped from your throat, finding purchase in groping your boobs. "That's it, princess, cum for me," his voice was low and gravely, desperate to feel you squeeze and milk him for all he's worth.

Finally gaining some sense, you gripped his wrist, trying to pull him away from your clit. You whined and felt your legs begin to shake, "Toji! Wait- gonna cum- gonna cum!" It was all building too fast, too intense. A part of you thought you might pass out when you reached your peak.

He chuckled and rubbed faster at your nub, bending you over and pressing his upper body into your back. It left you trapped beneath him, and gave Toji a better angle to fuck into you. At this point, it felt like he was hitting against your cervix.

"Come on, pretty, don't hold back" his thrusts sped up as his head dipped into your shoulder. You could hear his heavy breaths and low grunts before you felt him lick at the shell of your ear. "Show me what a good girl you are and cum."

Toji's words were all you needed to fly over the edge. A numbness washed over your sweat-soaked body, being replaced with unbelievable pleasure within a half a second. Your loud, high pitched moans filled the room, drowning out the sound of his thighs slapping against your ass. White filled your vision as you clenched around his cock. In the wake of your mind-shattering orgasm, you fall onto the bed, Toji following behind you and pinning you to the mattress.

As you dome down from your high, you feel Toji move his hand to grip your hips, digging his dull nails into your flesh. Somehow, he's fucking you harder as he groans into your neck.

"Fuck- good girl, good girl," his mouth latches to your skin now, leaving a hickey behind and moving to make another. "Gonna cum, pretty, gonna cum for you."

With one, final thrust, Toji stills inside you as he bites into the junction between your neck and shoulder, "Take it, slut- take it."

The feeling of hot cum gushing into you leaves you a whining little mess. Toji holds you tight, softly rolling his hips to ride out his orgasm. The two of you are left sweating and panting on your bed. You're too exhausted to think about what to do next, feeling just the slightest bit of overstimulation as he stays inside your abused cunt.

Toji chuckles and pulls out, sitting up on his knees to look at the mess he left between your thighs. You turn your head to look at him, lacking enough energy to move the rest of your body. Through the corner of your eyes, you watch Toji comb a hand through his hair before getting off your bed and collecting his discarded pants.

Some part of you wanted him to stay, but you're mostly glad he's taking charge and leaving without being told. It's obvious that this isn't the first time Toji's been in this position.

Even when fucked out, you've got a job to do. You manage to roll onto your back and run your hands down your face. The intent stare Toji gives to your bare tits doesn't go unnoticed, in return you smile teasingly at him, "Jeez, you aren't even gonna help me clean up?"

Toji ties the strings of his waistband and gives you a cocky grin, "I'm not being paid to pamper you, now am I?" He snickers as you roll your eyes, turning to leave the room. Toji stops himself just before he makes it out the door and raises a brow at you, "You're on birth control, right?"

At this, you scoff and chuck one of your throw pillows at him, "Maybe you should get better at your pull-out game, asshole."

He easily dodges the pillow, huffing as he leaves your room for real this time. While he makes his way to the bathroom, you hear him mutter something along the lines of 'getting you plan b in the morning.'

You sit yourself up on your elbows, cringing at the feeling of Toji's cum leak out onto your bedspread. The clock reads that it's two in the morning, and you really just wanna go to sleep- you would, if it wasn't for the various fluids drying on your bed. You groan and go to get off the bed, only to fall to the ground from the ache in your thighs.

"Damn it," you look up at the ceiling and hear Toji turn the TV back on in the living room. As you lay there, you let the memories and events sink in. He lets out a loud laugh at something he saw on the screen, and you're reminded that Toji is, in fact, a dickhead.

But you can easily admit that he's an excellent fuck. You're pretty sure that no one's any closer to finding the guy that threatened you. Maybe you can get one last round in before his job's done.

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[doobean]

AN EASY A - NAGI SEISHIRO

synopsis: There's a problem student in your class and he just can't seem to understand that he needs to put in the effort. You've already given him three chances to make up his assignments - all of which he ignored. But what happens when he suggests another alternative during office hours?

contents: explicit content, afab!fem!reader, age gap (he's 22 and reader is 27), student-teacher (duh), reader kind of a tough professor lol, also a bully too ig, sex in teacher's office, masturbation (reader), power imbalance, nonconsensual video recording, vaginal sex, unprotected, creampie, breast/nipple play, dom?reader, switch!nagi, cunninglingus, cumming on face and inside, degradation, name calling (brat x 2, good boy x 1), nagi having a big dick, happy ending :) word count: 3.7K a/n: part 3 of my kinktober event :3 SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG LIFE TOOK OVER BUT I HOPE THIS MAKES UP FOR THE LOST TIME ;; I WILL MAKE THE LAST KINKTOBER FIC EXTRA SPICY TOO DONT WORRY FAM - also im super proud of myself for literally scraping the draft and rewrote this within a span of two days?? like wow the pressure is on.

There are some habits that never seem to change — even with age. You’ve seen it all, experienced it too, from emailing your teachers last minute about having to make up an exam worth over half of your course grade to faking a family death in order to get an extension, or — and this is more for students who are a bit too ‘brave’ — blaming the teachers for their inability to do their jobs. You knew what you would be getting into when you went into this job, from having to do the last minute panic pleas to now being on the receiving end of it. And you now actually feel sorry for having to bombard your past professors like that.

You release a deep breath from your nose and flick the red gel pen across a student’s exam, circling the large failing number by their name. “I’ll see you next year.” You try to sound less harsh, more on the sympathetic side, since you’re relatively still within the same age group as some of these students, but who wants to hear that? That they have to repeat a course and be stuck a graduation year behind? Absolutely no one.

You want to look away as you hand the student back his exam scores because you just know it’s going to end with tears and meaningless pleas but that would be unprofessional on your end. Instead, you give the student a small smile and a couple of pieces of candy from the glass bowl next to you. 

“Sorry if it’s not much but it’s better than nothing?” God, you need to work on your pep talk. These students are basically adults, not elementary school kids.

“A-Are you sure I can’t do anything else to boost my grade?” The student starts to whimper and you have to tense your whole body from cringing at their quivering voice. 

Ugh, it’s useless. Why bother begging if they haven’t bothered to study the material?

Still, you manage to whip up an emphatic frown and shake your head, voice sounding more motherly. “I’m sure it’ll be easier for you to understand next time.”

Another whine and then a final huff before the student storms out of your office. By the time the door shuts and their wails are out of ear shot, you slump back into your chair and groan loudly into your palms. Your body aches from being at your desk all day long — your mind is doing no better, having to deal with students’ cries and unwarranted trauma dumping. Seriously, when are they going to pay teachers more to deal with this type of stuff?

On the bright side of things, your office hours are officially over. Final grades will be up by tonight and you’ve completed most of your tasks with all but one student being a constant no show for the eternity of the semester but that responsibility doesn’t fall onto you. He and the handful of others can just show up again next year. 

You spend some time debating your options, eating a nice, warm bowl of noodles sounds good for now but… you did spend nearly eight hours cooped up in your office and you are feeling a bit high energy right now, so stress relieving might be a good answer first.  

“Now, where did I put that thing?” You reach down your desk, pulling up your purse and rummage through it looking for a very specific purple ‘massager’. 

It’s super rare for you to ‘release’ stress while on campus grounds, this might be one of the few times, with others following the same patterns, but you feel the utter need to reward yourself after today’s events. It’ll only take you maybe ten minutes max, afterwards it’s dinner and then a quiet train ride home. Plus, not like you have a partner who can do this for you — you barely have time to take care of yourself, let alone be in a relationship or commit yourself to a random hook up. Sometimes, it’s just better to handle the situation yourself since it is your body.

A breathy sigh leaves your lips as you place the vibrating head against the soft cotton fabric of your panties, already soaked through by just the thought of de-stressing yourself. You throw your head back, with one hand steady with the magic wand and the other traveling up to your blouse, unbuttoning the top and allowing your black bra to be exposed in the room. As you increase the pressure from the vibrations, your free hand spills your breasts from its cups, your thumbs and digits immediately running over the sensitive nubs and plush flesh of your chest as you start to chase your high.

“M-Mhm—! Right there…” You roll your head to the side and shut your eyes, imagination fleeting to the thoughts of a male seated in between your legs, his tongue desperate and latching to your overwhelmed clit and folds while your thighs keep his shoulders in place. 

You think it’s so unfair that your other friends have already settled down with partners of their own. When holidays come around the corner, when you finally catch a break from all the whining and fake wolf cries, you just have to hear your friends gush about how romantic their partners are to them. You secretly hate winter because of it. All those talks about Christmas gifts, their New Year’s couples resolutions, their stupid fancy ski trips that cost close to thousands of dollars, and then top it off for Valentine’s Day. Summer is more bearable, only because of the lack of romantic holidays, but you still get bitter from seeing their beach photos and international trips.

You change the position of your magic wand, facing it closer and pressing it harder down your clit, nearly drawing blood from your lips as you suppress back a frantic moan — a moan that’s a mix of both pleasure and frustration. 

Fuck the students. Fuck your friends. And fuck this job.

“H-Haah—! Oh my god…” Your hips buckle feverishly, body quaking in your seat as you start to feel a familiar coil tightening in your stomach and a rush down below. A build up of tears start pooling at the corners of your eyes as your vision starts to grow hazy. Your heart heaves forward, about to burst out of your chest, the imaginary man just about to finish you off—

Creak.

Your eyes immediately pop open and the color drains from your face at the squealing sound from the door. You don’t have enough time to cover yourself up when you realize that a student is standing by the entrance, wearing an equally shocked expression on his face. A tousle of white shaggy hair, large gray eyes, appearing at a staggering height with—your gaze trail to his hands and nearly faint from the sight—his phone.

The sound of the door creaking again snaps you out of the phase and your arms fly over your chest, the words stuck in your throat and your vibrator falling to the floor. 

Shit, what should you ask first? Has he been recording you this whole time? When did he even show up? You’re positive that you were the only one left in the academic building, so what is going on?

“Um,” The male has the audacity to walk in the room, his gaze fixated on everything but you. “Are office hours still open?”

What. The. Fuck.

You blink once, twice, and, when the student is still standing there, confirming your thoughts that he isn’t an awful mirage sent down by the Lord himself, you feel yourself internally shrinking.

“I-Is that the first thing you want to ask me?” You stifle back a laugh, or at least you think it’s a laugh. Maybe even a few waterworks for later. “Just who are you?”

But then it hits you. The black and blue duffle bag he has by his side had his name engraved on it. You don’t need to take a closer to recognize the national team’s logo and you certainly don’t need a Google search to realize that Nagi fucking Seishiro, a soccer prodigy and your apparent student for the semester, might’ve just recorded you masturbating in your office.

You manage to find an old jacket from one of the drawers at your desk and throw it on before pointing a harsh finger at the man. “Delete it, now.”

“Will I get an A?” Nagi is surprisingly blunt and, now looking back, this might honestly be the first time you’ve ever talked to him out of the whole semester. He seems to catch your perplexed look, shooting you a pair of creased brows back as he explains, “All of my other courses were remote because of training and football games… You were the only professor that denied it.”

You huff, seemingly annoyed that he thinks he can be an exception to your course rules. “I don’t hand out favoritism to just anyone and,” You glare at the phone in his hand, sneering right back at his uncaring facial expression. “I’m definitely not going to pass you if you’re threatening to black mail me.”

“Maybe we can help each other out?” Nagi offers, maybe a bit too fast and too eager. 

You cautiously sink back in your seat, eyes narrowing at his suggestion. “What are you implying, Nagi?” The male shuffles awkwardly in place and your gaze flicks down, eyes widening for the nth time today and an audible gasp slips out. “You can’t be serious.”

“I need to pass and you—” Nagi clears his throat and motions to your slick covered vibrator, which is still very much on and buzzing away on the wooden floor boards near his feet. “You didn’t finish.” He rakes his fingers through his hair and adjusts the semi-hard length through his sweats with his other before finishing his offer. “I’ll delete the video, help you, and you’ll give me an A?” Nagi lamely suggests. 

You want to scream, dig yourself a ditch large enough to fit you and the rest of however much pride you had left, and wither away. You’ve had students coming to you with plenty of other excuses, much more tamed than whatever situation you’ve found yourself in. And, regardless how much shitty this actually is, it doesn’t get rid of the fact that: one — you’re still sexually frustrated from having your orgasm ruined by this oversized, lazy fucker, two — you literally just got this job a year ago and getting fired for masturbating on campus might not look so great on your record, and three — if Nagi is true to his words, maybe you both can just forget about it the next day.

“You don’t get the control, I do.” You rise from your seat, allowing the jacket to fall from your frame. Your gaze hardens on the male subject in front of you as you bend down to reach for your toy, turning it off and putting it away in a nearby drawer that’s most likely filled with other student’s graded assignments. 

Whatever, they’ll probably cry more fluids on it when they get their results back anyway.

Nagi tenses when you reach over to touch his arms, feeling up his toned biceps and rest of his upper body underneath the black hoodie, and he doesn’t dare to move unless you tell him to. You let out a scoff, feeling satisfied that he’s already willing to compromise so quickly under short notice. With a light tug on his sleeve, you drag him closer to your desk and settle yourself on top of it. You hike up your pencil skirt to your upper thighs and spread your legs wide enough for the width of his shoulders.

“On your knees, brat.”

He silently obliges, bending down on one knee and his hands find home on your inner thighs. You resist the urge to squirm under his touch, still feeling rather sensitive from your earlier chase and not wanting to give him any ounce of satisfaction. Without any audible exchanges, he allows you to direct his head closer to the heat of your sex, the combination of your increasing wetness and the hot puffs from his breath makes your stomach twist in anticipation.

With a quick swipe, his fingers brush aside your panties to the crease of your thighs and lean in, giving a few experimental licks to your slicked cover folds before burying the rest of his face in. Your reaction is instant. Your fingers claw their way deep into his shoulder blades, thighs threatening to squeeze the living life out of him, but Nagi’s grip is even more threatening. He stays rigid, palms glued to your thighs and keeping them in place as his tongue flicks against the stiff nub — drawing lazy circles.

Your mouth betrays your character as he suddenly decides to insert two digits, scissoring their way into your velvety walls. Nagi grunts in response at just how lewd you sound right now. 

“Soaking wet…” He observes with careful eyes at your sex before looking up, a playful smirk flashes across his face when he notices the flush in your cheeks. With another twirl from his fingers, combined with the slow swirls from his tongue, your head rolls back as the torrent seems to be relentless.

With the next extra pumps, you cum hard with a shudder, vicing your thighs against his head.  You can feel the leak of fluids slide out of your folds, and Nagi pushes his face inward, making sure he slid his tongue against that sweet spot of yours again. It blinds you with a final surge of pleasure, and you cry out as your orgasm shakes you to the core, nails biting into his shoulders.

You’ve never experienced an orgasm that intense before, even with the usage of your vibrator — hell, you can’t even remember when’s the last time a man has made you reach that high. Bright colors cloud your vision as you tumble through what seems like an endless bliss. Your body goes slack, back now flushed against the office desk, but Nagi’s body is still tense, his muscles twitching as he gets to his feet and lifts your legs off his shoulders.

“Hey,” Nagi slurs, wiping away your slick with the back of his hand.  “We’re not done here.”

“W-What are you talking about—ah!”

Your vision is just beginning to clear up when you find yourself trapped between Nagi’s arms. He’s hovering above you, a certain dark look casts over his gray hues as he bores into your own. You swallow hard, heart beating faster when you look down to see his sweats already laid around his thighs and his cock springs free, head spilling with heavy amounts of pre. Nagi’s length twitches at the sounds of your moans and the male takes that as a sign of approval.

“What?” He leans forward, his bangs brushing against your forehead. “You’ve never seen a penis before?”

“Don’t get smart with me, brat.” You spit back, immediately tearing your gaze away from his rather impressive size. Might be the biggest you’ve ever seen in person outside from those awful porn videos online.

If you can find the energy to, you might’ve laughed at his lame attempt to have the upper hand, but Nagi doesn’t waste his time. He closes the distance, smashing his lips against yours, tongue already dragging its way down your throat. You choke back but recover quickly, hands flying to his locks, grabbing fistfuls, and rocking your hips against his hardened appendage. A sinful groan slips from his lips and lifts one of your thighs up, your ankle resting on his shoulder while he wraps the other around his waist. 

You part your lips when he breaks away from the kiss, a thin trail of saliva connecting you two, and a whine spills from you as Nagi begins sliding his cock in between your folds. He sucks in his teeth, breath hitching sharply at the sight. 

“Wanna put it in so bad—” He shudders seeing your slick engulfing his length. “Can I—Can I please put it in?” His monotone voice now replaced with a shaky resolve, almost as if he’s seeking for your next stage of approval and pleasure. 

You reach up and cup his cheeks in your hands, eyes softening at his glassy ones. “Promise to delete that video and you might get a chance, Nagi.”

“Sei,” The male breathes out.

You tilt your head. “Huh?”

Nagi leans into your touch, nuzzling his cheeks into your palms. “Want you to call me Sei… Can you do that?”

“Sei…” You whisper out, suppressing back a laugh when you see the towering male tensing at the sound of his name. The twitching from his cock brushes against your clit making you squirm. “Sei, make me cum around that cock of yours.”

A cry escapes from the both of you when he slides in, inching bit by bit and holding your waist with both hands as leverage. You can’t do anything but throw your head back, sounds leaving your hoarse throat at the sheer size from him.  Your hands can only reach his thighs, nails leaving their crescent marks on his skin as Nagi bottoms out inside of you with a long, agonizing stroke. Nagi takes his time, building a slow but steady rhythm, staring down at you with intense gray eyes and making sure the thickness of his cock stretches your walls as he continues. You suddenly feel grateful that you came earlier, the extra slick and foreplay made the insertion easier because you’re certain without it there’s no guarantee that you would’ve been able to handle this mind numbing fucking.

After a few more experimental strokes, Nagi finds a comfortable pace. You’re now starting to get used to him and it feels so, so good that you’re finding everything in your power to spread your legs as far open as they would go. Sensing your struggle, Nagi lifts one hand to push your thigh back even further, and you let out a yelp, whining when you feel him brushing against that sweet spot inside of you again.

A warm rushing sensation starts building in your stomach again and you feel as if you’re about to jump off a cliff. Your walls clamp down around his cock, wails starting to bounce off the walls and legs shaking without any means of control. You’re absolutely floored by the way Nagi’s able to make your body react this much under his touch. It’s only your first time having sex, yet it feels like he’d been making love with you for a lifetime. 

Your eyes fly shut as the feeling of his callous thumbs make their way onto your swollen clit, rubbing and tapping away. Flames are riding your nerves, you can’t hold back any sort of resistance in your voice as he picks up the pace, hips slamming into yours and sounds of sex filling the air. Nagi moves swiftly and punishingly, holding your hips still and not allowing you any room to move around as his cock tears against that spot that had tears finally spilling down your flushed face.

“Sei,” You choke out a sob, throwing a hand over your mouth to try and suppress some of the noise. Though, you and him both know it’s a futile effort.

The build up of pleasure is so binding that you’re beginning to lose sense of time and place, feeling only the desperate and feral thrusts from your student. Your second orgasm fades slowly, leaving you in a pool of ecstasy, but that doesn’t stop Nagi. 

Still hard and pumping, his grip on your hips only tighten and he grunts out a lustful moan. “Feels good, right? Cumming all over me?”

You look up to him, tears of pleasure disorienting your vision, and in a state where you’re too incoherent to speak — pleading only with your doe eyes.

Nagi understood immediately. He slows down his pace, leaning forward, making sure the head of his cock kisses the inside of your cervix before bending down to place one on your own gaping lips.

“Such a good boy, aren’t you?” You manage out.

He groans at the pet name and peppers your face and neck with wet kisses, lifting your leg with one hand so that he can slowly stroke back and forth inside.

One of your hands reaches for your chest, fondling and toying with your nipples while your other hand reaches for the back of his head, gripping his white locks and pulling him down for another feverish kiss. Your lips remain sealed and pressed together in a battle of tongues as he rocks inside of you, sending you yet another orgasm as he moans into your mouth. 

“H-Haah—I’m close…” His hips buck wildly. “Gonna cum inside of this pretty pussy…”

Nagi finally comes undone inside of you, his whole body shuddering as coats of white paint the insides of your velvety walls. A heavy pant from him catches your ears as he pulls out slowly, eyes admiring the hot, white trail that travels down your thighs and onto your desk. 

By now, you can barely keep your eyes open, both mind and body exhausted. You try to get up, only to find zero strength left in your limbs, but soon you feel a pair of toned biceps around your waist and Nagi pulls you into his firm, yet comforting chest. 

You want to ask him something again, something regarding that video he took of you earlier, but you’re beginning to lose your train of thought as exhaustion creeps up. Your entire body aches and your pussy is still emptying his remaining orgasm. But, strangely enough, you find yourself not caring about it anymore. 

A smile makes its way onto your features as you drift off to sleep, making you miss the fact that Nagi did delete the video shortly after and scribble a quick note next to your purse. It’ll be another hour before you have the chance to read it.

‘Don’t forget that A. XXX-XXX-0506 - Sei.’

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KINKTOBER TAGLIST (PART III)

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[kedreeva]

Eris (top), Citrine (middle), and Bismuth (bottom).

What you can notice here is the same thing I'm usually on about- leg length in peafowl. These three birds share a father, and the latter two share a mother as well. Eris was hatched and raised for the first 3 months of her life on a farm that was using a low-protein chow (18-20%, with peanuts for treats, but they're feeding better now!) and kept here in quarantine in a 10x10 for the next month (we're working on a bigger quarantine pen), vs Citrine and Bismuth being raised here on 28% + fresh foods and scratch grains in a 1200ft+coop pen. I don't think that there's anything wrong with Eris' genetics (I've seen her mother, too, and I would be highly surprised if she produced short birds), but this is a PRIME example of how early care can affect these birds for their entire lives.

I have gotten into far too many arguments with people about peafowl care and nutrition. I hear parroted all the time that "high protein twists their legs" when that's 100% not the case. It's not the protein alone. They NEED the protein to grow appropriately. But they ALSO need the SPACE to grow out properly. When people keep them in tiny spaces (brooders, rabbit hutches, 10x10 "run") AND feed them high protein, they have the protein to grow but not the space. When people keep them in large spaces but DON'T give them enough protein, they have the space but not the resources to grow into their legs. I've seen people keep these birds in rabbit hutches until they are 3+ months old. I have seen people keep breeding adult TRIOS in 10x10 cages- the minimum space requirement for them is supposed to be *500* square feet for that many. Once they grow up in that small of a space, there's no recovering from it later in life. They won't ever put on more leg length.

Another thing I want to speak about is tail shape. There are many people online who will tell people bogus ways to sex young birds (particularly whites). Barring/no barring by 3 months (Spaldings can keep it longer, some over a year), spurs/no spurs (plenty of hens have spurs), leg length (a nice hen will have long legs, too), leg thickness (a domestic blue hen will have thick legs, too), chest/neck lacing (I have seen males with this as well), face shape (come on now), "center stripe" chest feathers on males (hens can have this too). There's a lady on FB who thinks she can vent sex peafowl (you cannot, their reproductive junk is too far inside the body).

One of the ways people claim to sex birds on is tail shape. Girls will have an even tail arch, like Eris up there, and boys will have middle feathers on their tail that are taller than the ones to either side.

Except... if Citrine were a white bird with no feather markings, that would get her sexed as a male.

While it's TRUE that ADULT females have a crescent tail and males have a spade tail, until they are 2+, hens can still have the same kind of tail as the males. They're dropping so many feathers so fast as they grow, it can look like anything along the way, and by the time it stabilizes into a proper yearly molt schedule, the male's train feathers will have begin to differentiate.

The most accurate way to sex baby peafowl is blood/DNA sexing, or the LOSS of barring on the backs/wings. Barred wing males do not EVER lose their barring. For solid wing birds, it's blood/DNA sexing or looking for the arrow feathers; hens do not EVER get arrow feathers in their saddles. Anyone that ever tells you otherwise IS guessing- they might be very good at guessing, and some of the stuff it's unusual to see the opposite sex have whatever characteristic (it's /unusual/ for males to have scalloping on their neck, but it CAN happen when they're young), but it's still a best guess until you see a loss of barring or the presence of arrow feathers.

Citrine, by the way, kept her barring til she was almost 6 months old.

#peafowl #peacocks #peahens #my pets #birds #Eris #Citrine #bismuth

[daytaker]

Congrats on 250 followers! ^_^ Could you do the 'only one bed' trope with Lucifer?

At long last, I come bearing a drabble. Thank you for your patience, and I hope you enjoy!

The Puppetmaster

Ship: Lucifer/Reader Genre: Humor and fluff Word Count: 825 CW: Dubcon but it's cuddling? Also (joking) mentions of peeing as a kink. I'm sorry I'm like this.

[Part of my 250 Followers Mini Event!]

You were suspicious from the start, because it wasn’t like Lucifer not to plan ahead.

Now, you’re not even suspicious. There was no way that Lucifer, the Avatar of Pride, would be spooning you if he didn’t absolutely intend to. His brothers? You could buy any of them claiming they just grabbed onto you in their sleep, or at least accept the room for reasonable doubt. But Lucifer? Never. Not in a thousand years. This was intentional. This was premeditated. This was planned.

You should have known this was going to happen.

You did know, actually. You would have been fully prepared if not for the mind tricks of Lucifer, the all-seeing Puppetmaster.

“Unfortunately, it seems like our accommodations tonight will be lacking in one respect.” Lucifer nodded apologetically to you as you made your way to the hotel room you’d be cooped up in until morning. He unlocked the door, and the moment you stepped inside, you saw the problem: the single queen-size bed, and nary so much as a sofa to serve as a substitute.

“It’s…fine,” you’d said, trying to brush it off as insignificant, even as your instincts began whispering to you that something was amiss. “It’s just for one night, and I trust you not to pull anything weird.”

Lucifer smiled at you when you said that. Not a kind, appreciative smile. No, it was the smile of the wise man humoring the fool. It made you uneasy.

“...Lucifer,” you said in a warning tone you normally reserved for Mammon.

“Hm? What is it?” He was taking his pajamas out of his suitcase, and his voice and expression were so nonchalant—dull, even—that you started to second guess yourself on that look you thought he gave you.

“Uh… I was just going to ask to use the bathroom before you step in to change,” you said, thinking to yourself what a nice save that was. Lucifer bowed his head and politely gestured for you to proceed.

…Oh, he would gaslight you into thinking you hadn’t seen anything, all to serve his twisted, demonic ends of cuddling you when you least expected it, at a time when you’d wake up, dazed and with a full bladder and no escape in sight. In fact, he probably made that initial, wolfish expression for the exact purpose of then playing innocent so convincingly that you’d stop suspecting him. He was just playing mind games with you at this point. He was toying with you.

As the two of you climbed into bed for the night, you each kept respectfully to your own sides. After a brief and awkward goodnight, he turned off the light, and you laid awake and stared at the ceiling.

Why…was there just one bed?

The question wouldn’t stop nagging at you.

Lucifer didn’t book this room in advance. The circumstances that led you here were unexpected delays that meant you couldn’t make it home at a reasonable hour. But… But…

Would Lucifer allow this to happen if he didn’t want it to? No! Absolutely not! Lucifer normally would have taken the chance of delays into account in his travel plans. He would have been prepared for this eventuality.

More than that though. In what sane world would Lucifer allow himself to be subjected to the humiliation of sharing a bed with you for any reason that didn’t include his deliberate, conscious choice? In which case, what was he pulling right now? You didn’t really think he was going to attempt anything truly nefarious, but your unease didn’t go away.

Nor should it have.

It’s about five o’clock in the morning, you need to pee, and you’re being prevented from making a smooth escape to the bathroom by Pride himself. The Machiavellian bastard. The way he played you like a fiddle. 

Maybe you should just let it out. Maybe that would teach him. 

But what if he knows about that too? What if this is all playing into his hand? He’s not into that, is he? What if he is? What if this entire scenario was orchestrated carefully from the beginning to get you to this point, where you’re trapped in his arms and feeling spiteful enough to wet the bed?

You feel a huff of breath behind your ear, then you hear the low pitched grunt of a baritone-voiced demon waking up.

“Lucifer!” you hiss.

“Mm?” He releases you, stretching his arms over his head calmly. “Good morning. Did you rest well?”

“Why were you hugging me?” You shoot an accusatory glare at him. You know about the piss kink. You have your ammunition locked and loaded.

“Because you’re lovely and warm, and I enjoyed the proximity. I hope I didn’t offend you.” He meets your gaze with an expression of such good-natured and genuine affection that your heart almost comes unmoored.

It’s a masterstroke. You have been defeated. Red-faced and groaning, you slip out of bed and shuffle to the bathroom.

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[ittyybittybaker]

“neil is living in andrew’s walls” this is going to live in my brain forever now, much like neil in andrew’s walls,

listen i wrote those tags when i was half asleep and i thought that would be it but i am, in fact, still thinking about it !!!! i picture it like this

nicky and the twins live together in the columbia house (kevin technically doesn't live there but he's at their place like 5 nights a week so he might as well at this point)

the columbia house is OLD, like over 100 years so there's all sorts of weird crawl spaces and an attic that no one ever goes into

neil's on the run, jumps into an open window, and finds their crawl space

maybe he's injured and needs a place to lie low for a while

he heals, but their house is reasonably safe and he can steal food from their kitchen when no one's home and he's made a kind of comfy nest in the attic

his favorite spot tho is the crawl space behind andrew's room because nicky and aaron are too loud (nicky with talking to erik and aaron with katelyn/video games probably). andrew just listens to music and like. reads or something

as he heals, neil gets braver and starts to go out into the house more and more. maybe he cleans up the kitchen every now and then or he folds the towels they leave in the dryer as a thank you for their unknowing hospitality

(really he's just bored from being cooped up for so long, even if their house is the nicest place he's stayed in a long while.)

the cousins start to notice weird things are happening

nicky thinks the house is haunted

aaron thinks they're all just being forgetful about what they leave around the house

kevin thinks they need to check the carbon monoxide detector (he saw a documentary about it once and won't stop talking about it)

but andrew doesn't believe in the supernatural, and he also doesn't think it's a mass hallucination

he spends the most time at home, and he swears he's heard a muffle laugh or too when he makes fun of kevin

and what ghost changes the channel to espn

he swears he sees someone with striking blue eyes in the kitchen one night around 3am when he's getting a glass of water but when he turns on the light there's no one there and the doors are locked from the inside

kevin's not the only one who's seen a documentary, and andrew's just watched one about a man living in someone's walls

he mentions his theory one day at breakfast but everyone just thinks he's making fun of them, so he makes a plan to prove himself right

he researches into the history of the house and find the blueprints in some archival records, and sees the weird spaces in the walls (at the library of course, if there was someone living in his walls he wouldn't risk them seeing his investigating)

neil thought he was being careful, but he was getting comfortable there and he forgot to clean up his attic nest one day. he snuck out to grab some much needed supplies from the store and also to stretch his legs

this just so happens to be the day andrew goes investigating, and finds neil's hideaway

he's there waiting for neil when he returns

somehow neil convinces andrew to let him stay by saying "you've already taken in one stray after all (aka kevin) so why not another?"

andrew has to admit, he's got a point. and he really is very pretty

so andrew lets neil hideout in his room instead of in the crawl space behind the walls

andrew starts spending a lot more time in his room. the others hear strange noises and shuffling from behind the door, even when andrew isn't home

nicky and aaron think he's adopted a pet without telling them

(they're only half wrong)

yadda yadda andriel do their thing, they build trust by sharing secrets and truths and kisses, etc

andrew decides that neil is a permanent addition to his life, and he won't ever have to hide away again

one day nicky and aaron come home and andrew's cuddling on the couch with neil

"andrew, who is this"

"this is neil."

"cool ... where did he come from"

"he was living in the walls."

"... i'm sorry, what?"

"i was right. you both owe me $20"

"...i'm sorry, WHAT?"

"ssshhh, can you keep it down? he just fell asleep."

"Andrew. what the actual FUCK-"

unfortunately, andrew is no longer paying attention. he's much too busy playing with neil's hair as he dozes

and they all lived happily ever after and no body ever lived in the walls ever again

#nicky: i can't believe we thought he had a cat #kevin: yeah if anything he's more like a half feral raccoon #neil: HEY #andrew: no they're actually not wrong #idek what this is #it really got away from me 😅 #i hope this was something like what you had in mind #please feel free to talk to me about the deranged shit in say in the tags #you could end up with gold like /THIS/ #andreil #neil josten #andrew minyard #aftg #aftg shitpost #tag rambles #fic ideas #friend asks #alcego

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

It Was Always You | Levi Week Day 7 - Royal!AU

ngl i did not have confidence that i would actually finish/get to writing this but i did hooray

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✧ word count ➼ ~2.3k ✧ notes ➼ royalty!au, soulmates!au, forbidden love, fluff, princess!reader, knight!levi, slightly suggestive at the end but sfw overall

The walls of the castle were damp and gloomy. This wasn't new. It was old. It looked fine during the day when sunlight could light up the corridors and there were people roaming the halls to simulate the illusion of livelihood, but it was currently nighttime, which meant the only things lighting up the hallway were the dim lanterns hanging off the walls and the torch that your knight held behind you.

You didn't ask to be a princess. You didn't want it. You remembered you had gotten whisked away by some bandits a few years ago and found yourself thanking them for it. You ended up experiencing the world and found yourself having a good time traveling with them, learning about the unique struggles that commoners had that you were never exposed to, being forced to live within the depressing walls of the castle.

You glanced back towards your knight and felt a small hint of pride upon seeing his unamused expression. You had ran off outside the palace walls again into town. There was a small celebration and you were curious, so you put on some commoner-like clothes and snuck out. You had only arrived in town for about an hour before Levi found you and dragged you back home.

You sighed as you stepped into your quarters, slightly smirking once you heard Levi also step inside and shut the door behind him so you could talk more freely.

"Quit running off like that," he scolded, scowling at you.

"Really expect me to just be cooped up in this gloomy castle?" you asked dryly, rolling your eyes.

"Where you're safe? Yes."

You looked at him with an exasperated expression.

"Safe from what?! My own shadow?!"

The scowl and look of disapproval on his face was unwavering.

"Just doing my job, Your Highness."

You grimaced at him addressing you by your title. You were close enough with your personal knight that he usually just called you by your name. The only time he ever referred to you as a formal princess was when you were being bratty.

Seeing that you had no intention to leave again and given how late into the night it was, Levi began turning, opening up the door to leave your quarters. His duty was to drag your reckless ass back into the castle, and he had done exactly that.

"Wait," you blurted out before he could fully open the door.

He paused, not turning back towards you, but not making any further motion to leave either.

"Stay?" you asked.

He looked at you over his shoulder.

"It's late."

"Please?" you whispered as you stepped towards him. "Just for a bit."

He clenched his jaw, knowing that it wasn't going to be "just for a bit", but he went ahead and shut the door again.

You've known Levi for years at this point. You remembered getting taken away by some mercenaries a few years ago after you had foolishly left the castle on your own. Unlike the bandit group you hung out with, this group wanted to hold you for ransom, having been hired by an enemy nation.

Levi was quick to rescue you. It was precisely the fact that he was forced to have that experience of having to chase after you because of a casual misstep of yours that made him so pissed about the fact that you still left the castle at the first available opportunity. He couldn't rest for more than a few minutes without having to be worried that something had happened to you.

When Levi first started guarding you, he was nothing but irritating. However, as much as he irked you, you couldn't stop talking to him. You found yourself always going to his side whenever you saw him around. You got to know him, and he got to know the parts of you that no one else did. You got close, and eventually chose him as your personal knight.

Somewhere along the way, you fell in love with him. You knew that deep down, but you didn't want to admit it to yourself. It was too painful.

You were engaged to someone else.

Being a princess meant you had responsibilities, whether you liked them or not. You were due to be married off in a few months to some royal from Marley in a desperate attempt to maintain the rapidly deteriorating peace between Marley and Paradis.

"I can't bear being trapped within these walls," you hissed through clenched teeth. "Day in and day out, it's about Marley this and Marley that."

You paused from your rambling and scowled. The mention of recent politics reminded you of your very undesirable engagement.

"You don't want to marry him, do you?" Levi asked quietly, now leaning with his back against the door, listening to you.

You scoffed in response, as if you were astonished that he even had to ask the question.

"Of course not! Why would I?" you exclaimed, throwing your hands up in the air in frustration. "I'd lose what little freedom I have and just be drowned in politics and be reminded every day that I was-"

You paused mid-sentence to take a breath, getting more and more upset about the topic.

"-that I was essentially sold off for political value. It's bullshit, and I hate thinking about it because-"

You suddenly cut yourself off, glancing towards the ground, unsure if you should continue. You were getting more and more frustrated and you knew your only source of relief was something you weren't allowed to have.

"Because what?" Levi asked, although some part of him deep down knew what you were going to say.

"...because I'm in love with someone else," you whispered.

Levi slightly parted his lips as his body ever so subtly tensed up. While he wasn't surprised by the news that your heart had been taken by someone other than your political fiancé, he still found the words harsh as they came out of your mouth. He wasn't sure why he cared, but he had been your confidant through the years, so he undoubtedly cared about you in some regard.

"Yeah?"

His body further tensed and he shuffled in place a bit to adjust for the discomfort that was rapidly arising within him as you slowly walked towards him.

He was curious as to who it was. He had a feeling that he knew.

Like you, he has felt that unnatural pull towards you. He always told himself it was inappropriate, but anyone observing could see that he was gentler with you than he was with anyone else. He would spend hours listening to you and talking with you, even when he didn't have to, just so you didn't feel as lonely.

His only duty was to make sure you didn't run off and get yourself into trouble outside the palace walls, but he always stayed and listened, even providing you with advice from time to time.

As a result, he knew what you were about to say. He's felt it too. It's like the universe was trying to push you together despite how wrong it was.

Levi was always there for you. He's picked you up when you were down, both literally and figuratively. He was likely the only person in the entire castle that saw you as a person and not just a princess. The idea of leaving this palace and never seeing him again while pretending to be happy with another man hurt you in ways you couldn't describe.

You slowly walked right up to him, never taking your eyes off him. Once you were right in front of him, your hand raised up to his cheek and you let out a small exhale upon the skin-to-skin contact. Upon looking directly into his eyes, you could see that there was some sort of mutual understanding there.

"It's you," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "It's always been you."

You couldn't deny that some part of you felt like you were meant for each other. It didn't feel like a case of accidental love. It felt like the universe was giving you all of the signs that you were meant to love him, and that the only thing keeping you apart were the politics that were shoved onto you the minute that you were born.

He let out an unsteady breath as he processed your words, desperately trying to keep himself from reacting to finally feeling your touch.

"Tell me the truth, Levi," you muttered, looking directly into his eyes. "Can you honestly say that you haven't felt this too?"

He immediately averted his gaze upon your question, trying to resist the feelings that were rapidly arising within him.

"Tell me."

He had always shoved those feelings away. He'd banish them to some dark corner of his mind, and he was successful for years, but now he couldn't keep those feelings from being at the forefront of his mind.

When he finally looked into your eyes again, you could see the turmoil and conflict within them. You knew the answer, even without him saying a word. A selfish part of him wanted to answer and tell you that he was in love with you too and that he could never keep you off his mind. He wanted to tell you that he felt like hell every time you ran off, being plagued with worry over if you were okay.

He wanted to tell you the absolutely sting that he felt in his heart when he heard the news that you were engaged to someone else.

It was wrong. It was selfish. You were already betrothed to another man, but the thought of being with someone else made you feel nothing but despair. However, this current moment, looking at the man right in front of you gave you a sense of hope and peace that you had never felt before.

It was always Levi.

You brushed the hair out of his eyes, with the flickering of the torch on the walls reflecting off his gray eyes that were gently gazing into yours.

It was selfish.

It was selfish, but you pulled him forward, and leaned in to gently plant your lips on his.

Feeling him on you made your heart want to jump out through your throat. It made you feel excited, but also nervous.

Levi took a subtle, but sharp inhale upon feeling your lips on his. He hesitated, knowing how wrong this was, but also knowing how right it felt.

He hesitated, but it wasn't long before he returned the kiss, his hand falling onto your waist.

What started off as a gentle, loving kiss quickly deepened into a more passionate one, with your own lips parting as you fully pressed your body up against him. His palm on your waist sent shivers throughout your body, and the more that you kissed him, the more that you realized just how badly you needed him this entire time.

You gently bit at his bottom lip, but before your hands could begin roaming elsewhere, you felt him suddenly pull away, breaking off the kiss and turning his head to the side.

"Shit," he whispered, breathing heavily. "We can't be doing this."

"Why not?" you challenged, leaning towards him as he pulled away.

"You're a princess," he said sternly. "You're engaged, and I'm-"

"You're what?" you asked with a scowl, not letting him finish what probably would have been a self-deprecating statement. "'Just' a knight? The only person I can trust in this whole damn palace that cares about me and not just my title? The annoyingly overbearing knight that saved me all those years ago?"

You stared at him intensely as you spoke, refusing to accept his comment of not being allowed to be with you, although you knew that was the reality surrounding you.

"...The man I'd much rather marry," you continued, your voice dropping down to a whisper. "The love of my life? My soulmate?"

Levi remained quiet as you spoke. He felt it. He's always felt it, even when he didn't know it.

You knew that if you were with Levi, it'd cause nothing but trouble. Sleeping with him could even cost you your claim to the throne if you're caught, but a small, selfish part of you wanted that. You longed to live a normal life, and living that normal life with Levi was your definition of a happy ending. You couldn't care any less about your political power. You'd throw it all away in an instant without second thought.

Even the thought of being on the run with Levi sounded better than being forced to live the life that everyone around you expected you to live.

You pressed your forehead against his as you whispered again.

"If you asked me to run away with you, I would do so in a heartbeat."

He scoffed, but didn't pull away.

"You do plenty of running away already."

"I mean it, Levi," you said as you pulled away, looking into his eyes again. "I'd run away for good. I'd gladly leave this place and never come back, especially if it meant that I could be with you."

You pulled him into another kiss before he could respond. This time, he didn't hesitate in returning that kiss, as the both of you quickly got lost within each other's touch and presence.

You were meant to be, and your relationship would cause nothing but trouble, but you knew that it'd be all worth it in the end if it meant that you could live that normal, mundane life with Levi Ackerman: your knight and love of your life—your soulmate.

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[augustvandyne]

addison montgomery x reader, private practice style pretty pls

i love a good “who did this to you?” lots of angst and care taker addison. giving you kisses when you’re stuck in a hospital bed.

i also love a little bit of addison crying on the shoulder of someone worried about you.

i love a good who did this to you moment as well. and i also live for the angst!!

tw: mentions of charlottes accident, mentions of past abusive relationship

who did this?

You couldn’t have possibly seen it coming. You thought you’d gotten away from him, but now it was evident you hadn’t.

Sam found you as you were leaving the hospital, and thank god he did.

You definitely weren’t in a good state at all, and you’d been out for a while. You’d had surgery done by Charlotte for internal bleeding and you were going to make it.

But again, you weren’t in a good state.

Addison found out almost immediately, as she was getting prepared to leave when Charlotte and Sam were rolling you inside from the entrance.

Charlotte had to tell Addison to get back because she was a conflict of interest.

You fell for Addison quickly after moving here a few years ago, and you obviously never thought your ex would find you.

You laid back in a hospital bed now, slowly coming out of consciousness.

“She’s waking up,” You recognize the voice to be from your best friend, Cooper.

“It’s a slow process, Coop,” Charlotte sighs upsettingly. “She’s been almost waking up for hours now.”

Your vision is blurry as you try to take in the bodies in the room. It only looked like there was Addison, Charlotte, Violet and Cooper in the room.

You feel wetness on your right hand, and you assume that’s where Addison is sitting. You can barely see Violet pacing back in forth in front of your hospital bed, as well as Charlotte trying to console Cooper on your left side.

“I don’t understand what happened,” You hear Coopers heart breaking, and yours breaks all over for all of them. You wish you could tell them.

“It had to have been someone from her past,” Violet says, her pointer finger and thumb digging into her eyes. She was tired.

You imagine Charlotte hollowing her cheeks in anger.

She wasn’t sure about you at first when you first moved back to LA due to you being Coopers closest friend and her being undeniably in love with him, but she came around to you eventually. And now, she was like a sister to you just like Cooper was a brother.

“We’ll find them,” Charlottes says in her southern drawl. “He or she. Whoever that may be. We’ll get her justice just like you did for me.”

You feel Addison’s grip adjust in your hand, and you know that hit a spot. Even thinking about something like that happening to you hurt her deeply.

“What do you think Addison?” Violet asks, but only receives silence. You haven’t heard Addison say a word since you had slightly woken. “Addison?”

You feel her lift her head and look at the other three people in your room before standing and exiting the room.

You see Violet exit as well behind her.

“I should,” Charlotte nods and kisses Cooper on the head before exiting as well.

“Y/n/n,” Cooper grabs your left hand. “You need to wake up soon, got it? You’re driving me insane, and you’re driving Addison insane. And.. although she won’t admit it, you’re driving Charlotte insane too. She cares about you too. We all do.”

You’re listening to what he says as you try to make out what is happening in the hall.

Addison has her hands on her hips and she’s looking up at the ceiling. Most likely to stop the tears from hitting her cheeks. She has her lips pressed together to stop any quiet cries from escaping her lips.

Charlotte says something that makes her bow her head, finally breaking and letting everyone else see the tears.

You knew Charlotte wasn’t one for PDA, so you were surprised when you made out her figure wrapping around Addison’s to comfort her.

“It’s going to be okay,” Charlotte rubs her back. “I care about her just as much. And I’m just as scared as you.”

“We’re all here for you Addison,” Violet promises.

You awake fully, your eye site still blurry, but clearing up, nonetheless.

“Guys,” Cooper widens his eyes, coming to the edge of the door, hanging onto the door frame.

Addison removes her head from Charlottes shoulder and is immediately by your side again.

“Y/n?” Her eyebrows are crunched up sadly, and you’re afraid if you speak she might start crying again. “Oh, my sweet girl.”

“We should leave them,” Violet suggests from the doorway.

Cooper and Charlotte nod, and reluctantly follow the woman out.

“I was so scared,” Addison leans her head down, kissing your scraped up knuckles. “My heart dropped when I saw you on the bed. I didn’t know what to do or say.”

“I’m sorry,” Your voice is scratchy. “It’s going to be okay.”

“It’s not, Y/n,” She shakes her head angrily. “Who did this to you?”

“My ex,” You squeeze her hand in reassurance.

“Who are they?” She asks with tears streaming freely.

“It was a man,” You cough. “He was abusive when I was with him and that’s why I moved here in the first place. To get away from him.”

Addison shakes her head, “I’m never letting you out of my sight again.”

You smile lightly at your girlfriend because you know she isn’t lying.

“Come here,” You move over in the bed, wincing slightly at the movement.

“Are you sure?” Addison asks. “I dont want to hurt you.”

“Addie, you won’t hurt me,” You laugh lightly. “I promise.”

She slides into the bed alongside you, moving so your head is on top of her chest and her arms are around you. She kisses you softly on the head.

You tilt your head up at her so she could kiss you on the lips, and she does.

“I love you Addie, thank you for taking care of me.”

“I will always take care of you,” She nods and the two of you fall asleep on the bed together. If you’re going to be uncomfortable, Addison may as well be uncomfortable with you.

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[h00nerz]

spots on!

EIGHT / hi yeonjun!

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warnings: mentions of hotboxing, people making out and throwing up, alcohol consumption, i think that’s it??

word count: 2.8k

YOU GAVE BEOMGYU A LOT OF SHIT, but deep, deep down, you were very grateful the two of you were friends. If it wasn’t for him, you would probably be at home, crying and watching some drama while wondering what Yeonjun was doing at the stupid party. Talking to girls prettier than you? Kissing girls prettier than you? You couldn’t even imagine it. 

You were going to talk to him tonight, you really were! Even if you had to force Beomgyu to help you find an opportunity to talk to him, it was going to happen, even if it was the death of you! Which, it probably would be. In past attempts to talk to him, you noticed you always seemed to freeze up, and your mouth would go dry and you wouldn’t be able to get even a word in. 

Not this time, though! Things were going to be different! After your brief interaction with him on Twitter, you were growing more and more confident that Yeonjun didn’t hate you and wasn’t going to spit in your face if you spoke to him. Though, you felt a bit silly for ever thinking anything like that was possible in the first place, since for as long as you had known Yeonjun, he had always been one of the nicest people. That was part of the reason you liked him in the first place, wasn’t it?

The party was exciting for more reasons than just Yeonjun being there, though. As a second year college student, and a superhero, you hadn’t had much time to have any kind of fun. You were very much looking forward to a night out with your friends--Yeonjun just so happening to be there was just an added bonus. You just hoped that nobody would get akumatized while you were there, and force you to leave early. That would really suck, right?

About fifteen minutes later than you had been expecting, you heard a loud thud outside your apartment, and peered out the window to see a familiar beat up van parked along the curb. The fender was barely holding on by a thread, the thread being Bulbasaur themed duct tape. With an annoyed groan, you grabbed your jacket and fled your home to go greet your friends.

“I swear to god, Hee, if you don’t start leaving earlier so your dumbass van doesn’t make us late, I’m going to throw a brick at your head.” You grunted as you threw the van door open, hissing when you caught a whiff of the smell inside. It was truly a travesty that you and all your friends were broke college students, otherwise you wouldn’t be stuck with Heeseung’s minivan that had been passed down through his family for over a decade.

“Hey, not too much on Dongshik!” Your friend snapped at you from the driver's seat, while you used your jacket to sweep off old McDonald’s wrappers onto the floor that had been in there for lord knows how long. “If it weren’t for ol’ Dong, you wouldn’t even have a ride to this party, so show some respect!”

“Fine. Sorry, Dongshik.” You rolled your eyes, finally sitting down next to Sieun in the back. “Hey, Sieunnie!” You greeted your friend, giving her a small wave.

“Y/N! You look so cute!” She grinned at you, gesturing to the outfit you had definitely not spent two hours digging through your closet and having a breakdown on your floor to put together. 

“Haha, really? It’s just a little something I threw together.” You lied. 

“You look like you tripped and fell into a chicken coop.” Beomgyu finally acknowledged you, probably referencing the feathers that lined the hems of your cardigan. 

You took back anything nice you had previously said about Beomgyu. You hated him and wanted to watch him burn. “Shut up, Beomgyu. Are we going to pick up Jeongin?” You changed the subject, diverting your attention to Heeseung, who was currently trying to get Dongshik to start up, which was always very difficult after it idled for too long.

“Thankfully, no. He is catching a ride with some of his other friends, so we don’t have to worry about taking another hour to get to the damn party!” He began shouting out of frustration, smacking the steering wheel as if it would make the van go any faster. 

You rested your head against the seat’s headrest and turned to look out the window, the reminder that you were actually about to go to a party and see your crush hitting you and setting your nerves ablaze once again. The last time you had seen Yeonjun was when you were eating lunch with your friends and he stopped by, and you--of course--had barely managed to get out a single hi! 

This time was going to be different, though! You had all week to prepare yourself for seeing and talking to him, so things were going to go well. You really didn’t have anything to worry about.

Right?

YOU HAD NO IDEA WHO MARK LEE WAS, but he really knew how to throw a party. After what should have been a ten minute drive that turned into a half an hour, you and your friends had finally made it to SMU campus. Due to the size of the party, you had to park about a block away from the house, and Heeseung, of course, had nearly given you whiplash when he pulled up against the curb. You wished he had given you whiplash, so you could have sued him for your medical bills and paid off your student loans.

There were tons of young adults hanging around outside the house, a few were throwing up in the grass and a few were making out with one another, and a few were passed out on the ground. You thought if there was going to be a place where someone got pissed off and got taken advantage of by Hawk Moth, it was going to be here. The thought made your fingers subconsciously jump to your ears, checking that your earrings that gave you your superhero abilities were still there. You were relieved to feel them. 

“You okay?” Sieun asked, tilting her head at you as she watched you. Sieun was the only one of your friends who knew about your secret identity, and probably the only one who would ever find out. The thought of Jeongin, Heeseung, or Beomgyu finding out that you were Ladybug was terrifying. Even telling Sieun had been scary enough, but around the time of your freshman year, things had become too difficult for you to keep the burden of your secret to just yourself. 

“Hm? I’m fine.” You gave her a small smile, allowing your hands to fall back to your side. “I was just hoping that tonight goes smoothly, and I won’t have anything… You know, superhero-y to worry about.” You lowered your voice, lingering a bit back from Heeseung and Beomgyu so they wouldn’t hear you.

Sieun nodded, averting her gaze over to the house you were about to enter. “Well, worrying about that is just going to create the exact negative energy that would lead to that, right?” She asked you, and you nodded slowly. “So let’s not worry about it! Let’s just try to have fun! You are going to talk to Yeonjun and he is going to immediately fall in love with you and you are going to get married and adopt a cat together, right?” 

She nudged you, and you couldn’t fight the grin that crept onto your lips.”You really shouldn’t feed my delusions, you know.”

“Hey! Who said it's a delusion? It could really happen!” 

“What could really happen?” A voice asked from behind you, and you nearly leapt out of your skin. You spun around to see it was just Jeongin, and let out a sigh of relief. 

“Baby Bread!” You and Sieun exclaimed in unison, and threw your arms around your friend. He groaned under your hug, trying to push you off, but Heeseung and Beomgyu must have heard the commotion and came over to join in on the group hug.

“Help me! I don’t know these people! They’re freaks!” Jeongin yelled, trying to catch the attention of anyone walking by, but was completely ignored. 

“Aww, our little Baby Bread. We missed you so much!” Heeseung cooed, reaching up to ruffle his friend’s hair. And, unfortunately his arms were pinned to his side by the hug, and he couldn’t defend himself.

“You were literally at my campus hotboxing in your stupid van yesterday!” Jeongin snapped, and you rolled your eyes. Well, that explained the smell, at least. 

Finally, you all stepped away from Jeongin, allowing him a chance to catch his breath since you had all nearly suffocated him. “You know, you can hug me without crushing my ribs.” He huffed. 

“Mmm, I don’t think that’s true.” Sieun retorted, earning a very unthreatening glare from Jeongin. You were growing anxious the longer you and your friends hung around outside, your eyes flickering to the door over and over again as you thought of Yeonjun inside. The longer you spent out there, the higher the risk of him making out with some random girl became.

“Hey, I’m thirsty, let’s go in.” You whined.

Beomgyu gave you a deadpan look. “Yeah, thirsty for Yeonjun.” He snorted, and you smacked his arm as hard as you could. “Jesus! What the fuck?! When did you get so fucking strong?” You stuck your tongue out at him, then began to walk towards the house entrance with your friends following close behind. 

Inside smelled even worse than the inside of Heeseung’s van. As soon as you stepped in, some guy ran past the front door and nearly spilled a cup of beer all over you, had you not managed to back up just in time. You quickly clung onto Sieun once she was inside of the house, grabbing ahold of her arm and hugging tightly. 

You felt silly--a girl who had fought many monsters and horrible supervillains before, petrified by a college party. You were starting to regret even showing up, but then you were reminded of why you had decided to suffer through such a stupid party.

There he was, coming out of what looked like a kitchen, practically glowing under the dimmed lights of the party like some kind of angel. With his long, dark hair tousled, and his white dress shirt opened a few buttons, and his sleeves rolled up, was Choi Yeonjun, in all his glory, and not attached at the lips to some random girl. A wave of relief and affirmation washed over you, and you had half a mind to cry and thank Beomgyu over and over right then and there.

But, then you realized something horrible. He was walking, and he was walking straight over in your direction. You looked over at Sieun with panicked eyes, your heart rate increasing tenfold. Yes, the two things that could stop the Ladybug dead in her tracks: a college party, and Choi Yeonjun.

“Look, Y/N! It’s your boyfriend~!” Heeseung sang in a low voice, and you fought the urge to elbow him in his stupid face. 

Before you could come up with some kind of plan to talk to him, he was a foot away from you, and you had no more time. “Hey, YJ, what’s up?” Beomgyu asked him, holding up a hand for him to high five, but Yeonjun ignored him, instead letting out an annoyed groan. 

“My stupid dad just called me, he’s like, freaking out.” Yeonjun explained, and just the sound of his voice so close to you caused your cheeks to light ablaze. “He’s demanding I go home right now.”

You were too distracted by his proximity, you barely processed his words. “Dude, what the fuck? Just tell him no! You’re a grown man, you’re allowed to go to a party with your friends!” Beomgyu argued back, but Yeonjun just shook his head. 

“I really want to, but he’s already pissed, and I don’t want to make things worse. You know how he gets.” He huffed, reaching up to run a hand through his hair. The sight caused you to suck in a breath, and you abruptly choked on your own saliva and started to cough incessantly. 

You wanted to die, as you raised your arm and began to cough loudly, and even worse was the fact that you nearly dying because of your own spit was what caused him to finally notice you standing there. If it wasn’t for your bodily instincts taking over and causing you to cough, you would have rather let yourself choke on your own saliva and died right there.

His eyes met your own, and you really wished it was under different circumstances, because you had literally dreamed about gazing into his eyes. Although he wasn’t looking at you like you were the most precious thing in the world, like he did in most of your dreams. No, he was looking at you like he was concerned you were going to literally hack up a lung or something. Jeongin gave your back a harsh smack, and you finally stopped coughing. 

“You really can’t stay for like, ten more minutes? I just got here, dude, I haven’t even gotten to see Party Yeonjun.” Beomgyu pouted, diverting Yeonjun’s attention away from you.

“I’m sorry, man. Maybe next time?” Yeonjun said hopefully, and then it finally hit you that he was leaving. The entire reason you had showed up to this stupid party in the first place was leaving!

“Yeah, whatever. Good luck with your dad.” Beomgyu sighed, clasping his hand together with Yeonjun’s then pulling him close and patting his   back. “See you later.” 

“Yeah, see you guys later.” Yeonjun gave a weak smile, glancing over at you one last time. 

Oh, no! He was leaving! You had to say something! Anything! You had sworn before showing up that you would talk to him! 

Without thinking, just as he was about to push his way through your group of friends and leave the party, you chose to shout--

“Hi, Yeonjun!”

You wanted to die. 

He stopped, and turned to glance at you with furrowed eyebrows. Maybe Beomgyu was right. You felt your stomach rumble as his eyes met your own, and for a second you thought you might actually throw up on him. Oh, this was bad, this was so bad, how could you be so stupid?! You regretted every single thing that had led you to this moment, all the way back to the first time Beomgyu had introduced you to Yeonjun. 

“Um, hi, Y/N…” He spoke slowly, and you watched in shock as he raised his hand and gave you a small wave. “Bye, Y/N.” 

You stood, completely dumbfounded, and watched as he disappeared out of the house. Everyone turned to look at you in silence, and you could practically feel their laughter starting to bubble in their throats. You couldn’t believe yourself. You had finally managed to speak up to him, and you had said something so incredibly, horribly stupid, and he would probably think you were a freak forever. 

Beomgyu was the first to speak, his voice wavering as he tried to hold in a laugh. “Y/N, that was…” 

“Fucking awful!” Heeseung finished for him, the annoying laughter bursting out of him. You couldn’t even defend yourself as the three guys began to cackle loudly like a pack of hyenas, instead standing there in silence while Sieun rubbed your arm in an attempt to cheer you up. 

“He probably just thought you were being funny! It wasn’t that bad!” She tried to assure you, but the tone of her voice wasn’t very convincing. 

“I think… I think I’m going to go get a drink.” You said with a defeated sigh, which made Sieun frown. 

“Are you sure? I thought you weren’t going to drink tonight… You know, keeping your guard up or whatever…” She mumbled the last part, and flicked her eyebrows up. You knew exactly what she was talking about. Normally, you didn’t like to drink at parties, just because you never knew when your Ladybug duties would call and you did not want to be drunk fighting a supervillain. 

“Just one.” You assured her, and gave her a weak smile. “If I don’t get at least some alcohol in my system, I might have to die, because that was the worst thing I’ve ever done.” You gave her a thumbs up. 

As you began to walk away, you heard Heeseung, Jeongin and Beomgyu continue to howl with laughter, and then you heard their howls turn into those of pain as Sieun started attacking and yelling at them for bullying you. A part of you also wanted to beat them up, but you also couldn’t blame them. If it were any one of them who had done that, you would probably have the same reaction. 

You pushed your way into the kitchen you had seen Yeonjun exiting earlier, praying that you would find something to drink in there. Luckily, there were some drinks out for the taking, but unluckily, there was also Yeonjun’s best friend, Choi Soobin. 

“Y/N I’m surprised to see you!” He greeted you with a wide smile, the all too familiar dimple appearing in his cheek. “Yeonjun just left. I’m so sorry.” 

You rolled your eyes at him, picking out an unopened can of beer and leaning back against the counter. Soobin had caught onto your crush very early, although you weren’t sure how, since you were always so subtle about it. You figured he was just really smart or something. “Don’t worry. I already saw him. And said something stupid.” You replied glumly, snapping back the top of your can and bringing it to your lips.

“Hey, that means you at least talked to him at all, right?” He asked you, nudging your arm with his elbow. “You know, you should try to talk to him more. He thinks you hate him.”

You nearly choked on your drink. Thank god you didn’t, because you did not want to choke for a second time that night. “He thinks I hate him?! Why would he think that?! What did Beomgyu say to him?!”

“Nothing, nothing, he’s just a dumbass who can’t figure out why you avoid him and assumes it’s because you hate him.” He shrugged in response, which made you frown. 

He thought you hated him? You didn’t want that! How was he ever supposed to fall in love with you if he thought you hated him?! Soobin was probably right, and you just needed to start talking to him more often, but how were you supposed to do that if you were barely able to breathe around him? It was an impossible situation! Or maybe you were just dramatic. 

“Maybe I should just fake my death and leave a letter professing my love. Then, he at least will know I didn’t hate him, but then I don’t have to stay around and see his reaction.” You mumbled, which made Soobin let out a giggle from beside you. Never had you heard Soobin giggle before, though that wasn’t very surprising, since you didn’t see him much outside of your classes. “Dude, are you drunk already?”

“Just a little.” He pinched his fingers together, and now it was your turn to giggle at him.

“Yo-o-o, Soobin!” There was a loud shout, and you turned to see that some blue haired man you had never seen before had entered the kitchen. His eyes quickly found your own, and a grin spread across his face. “You didn’t tell me you brought a girl. Who’s this?”

Soobin quickly shook his head, scooting away from you. “I didn’t bring her. She’s one of Beomgyu’s friends.” He informed the guy, who was still eyeing you with a soft grin. “Y/N, this is Mark. Mark, this is Y/N.”

Ohhhh. So that was Mark. He wasn’t quite what you’d imagined him to look like, then again, you weren’t sure what you had been imagining. He was cute, though, with his icy blue hair and dumb smile that reminded you of a golden retriever. Not as cute as Yeonjun, though!, you thought. Still, you gave him a small wave. 

“Nice to meet you Y/N.” He replied, returning your wave. “Yo, that beer is kind of ass, you want me to grab you something better--?”

“Y/N!” For what felt like the one millionth time, your conversation was interrupted, and this time it was by Jeongin flying into the room to duck behind the counter. “You have to help me! I think Sieun is trying to murder me!” He yelped. You glanced back down at him, and then over at Mark, who was watching the exchange with an amused smile. 

You gave him an apologetic look, before returning your attention to Jeongin. “Why is she trying to kill you?” 

“I, um, may have, um, called her… Short…” He whispered. 

“Damn. That’ll do it.” Soobin spoke up. “Goodbye, Beomgyu’s friend. It was nice knowing you.” He tilted his can at Jeongin, who let out a long whine. 

“Y/N, please! You have to help me!” He was practically begging, reaching up to grab ahold of your hands, and giving you those big puppy dog eyes that reminded you of the tapioca pearls you’d find at the bottom of your boba tea. You really didn’t want to deal with your friends and their childish antics, but you also knew Jeongin wasn’t going to let up until you helped him. 

“Personally, I think I should let her kill you, because you know not to say that…” You started, and his bottom lip started to tremble. “...but fine. I will help you. Let’s go.” 

He jumped up, a cute grin spreading across his face. “Thank you, Y/N! Sorry for laughing at you for embarrassing yourself in front of Yeonjun!”

Your face burned at the reminder, and you chose not to respond, instead shooing him out of the kitchen. “Um, it was nice to meet you, Mark! And I’ll see you next week, Soobin!” You gave them both small nods as a goodbye, and were about to follow Jeongin out into the party before you were stopped.

You glanced over to see that it was Mark who had tapped your shoulder, and was now awkwardly rubbing his neck. “Wait, um, if it’s not too weird, before you go…” He paused, and looked up to meet your eyes.

“Can I get your number?”

author's note: hopefully this posts right this time and doesn't delete paragraphs again lol! theres more i was going to say but i'm still bitter abt how hard this was to get published <3 another update later today

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[just-some-trans-nobody]

December Christmas Monster stories

December 15.) Harpy Headcannons

Gotta write small things between the longers posts as a cool down for my brain. Trying to make the next two posts longe ones

Minors don't interact!!

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She normally flew with her family to their winter home, none of them stayed for the winter. Her mind was made up though she wanted to spend the holiday with her lover. It being her first winter she needed to get winter clothes for the first time ever. It was funny seeing a 26 year old trying on winter clothes for the first time. She hated how heavy winter clothes was but when the first snow happened she was delighted to have such warm clothes.

It was a bit of a fight to get her out of them when the two of you got inside, she wanted to keep them on. They were so warm. You had to put a blanket in a dryer for a bit to lore her out of the big puffy coat. The moment she saw that warm blanket the coat was off and she was swooping into your arms in a tackle.

She loves being wrapped up in a blanket like a bird burrito. It’s couch cuddle time for the both of you so put on a movie you're not getting up for the rest of the night unless it’s to get snacks.

I’m sorry but you can’t take her to see any lights, she goes bird brain and tried stealing all the lights while screeching. You were glad you weren’t the only one having to drag a winged stretching person away from the lights.

If she didn’t have wings on her back she would steal all your sweaters and wear them. She does steal them and make a nest out of them. Some of them get ripped apart, it’s hard not to rip things up when you have long talons.

She knows what mistletoe is, it’s all over the house. Any time you walk to another room she bolts from wherever you are going so she can be under the mistletoe with you. She just really wants a kiss kiss from you. The moment she gets it she giggles and hops away. Every time she gets a kiss from you she forgets how to walk normally for a moment and just hops around. 

All your gifts from her has some sort of bird theme. It has a feather on it, or an eagle, or a bird watching gift. She’s trying to show you that you're a bird in her mind. You get a box of cool sticks and ribbons she found, she’s hinting she wants to nest with you. Does that mean she wants to grow old with you or have kids with you? Yes. It does, both. Whatever you're comfortable with, she just wants you in her life. She doesn’t mind waiting. Though she can get a little impatient at times she won’t pressure you.

Sometimes she walks around doing t-rex arms. She does it when she’s been cooped up for too long. It’s bad during winter, she can’t just go outside for a fly, it’s too cold and her winter clothes are too heavy to fly in. get her a treadmill, she likes being able to just walk around gently flapping her wings. It’s not flying but it gets her energy out and prevents her from going crazy being locked up for so long.

Get her puzzles for her gifts, not the puzzles that are cardboard images, get her 3d puzzles stuff she can solve. Steel puzzles are her favorite, they have a weight to it and she loves the clinks they make when she’s playing with them. If one of her gifts is to go to an escape room she’ll be so excited. You better go with her.

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[stratossphere]

personal space | v.v

personally, you think ville sleeps too much. and drools too much.

warnings: smut, ville is a huge grouch, light choking, unprotected sex, light hair pulling

word count: 5.1k

a/n: slight mention of a tattoo at the end, which would just be the ‘S’ initial that ville used to have tattooed replaced with whatever initial you want :)

taglist: @asskickedbygirl @lieutenant-cinnamon-roll @kissofdawn666 @brandons-wife (lmk if you want to be added!)

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Dreaded as it was, the last day of Ville's time at your apartment before he had to go back to Helsinki to start his tour had arrived. Albeit, you'd spent most of the last week cooped up inside not doing anything apart from each other, so you didn't feel like you'd wasted your time together, but you still hated it nonetheless.

You also may or may not have hated the fact that it was your last day together, and Ville had chosen to spend that time taking a nap for the past two and a half hours. And a deep, open-mouthed, snoring one at that.

You had originally been laying together on the couch talking about when the next time you'd be able to see each other was, but in the blink of an eye he'd suddenly stopped responding, and had not shown any signs of life since. And, to make it worse, he was lying on top of you with his head on your shoulder, and you could feel him drooling on you. Not to mention the fact that his arms were wrapped tightly around you, preventing you from being able to do anything but watch shitty cable while you waited for him to get his ass up.

However, that didn't seem like it was happening anytime in the near future, and you were bored, so you decided that you were just going to wake him up yourself. A dangerous game, considering he was such a huge grouch about everything, but one that you were willing to play when the prize was his attention.

You turned slightly onto your side, trying your best not to crush his hands underneath you whilst shifting his head so that it was next to yours instead of on your shoulder. He groaned softly at the shift in position, his head resettling on your couch pillow before he went right back to snoring. You silently laughed at how funny he looked with his mouth open whilst also casting a frown at the damp spot on your shoulder from his drool.

"Ville." As you said his name softly to rouse him, you dipped your lips to his cheek, kissing a couple times just as your hand began to creep under his shirt to scratch your nails gently against his back.

Once again, you received a sleepy groan in response, Ville only trying to shift away from your hand on his back whilst simultaneously tipping his head further in the direction of your kisses. He couldn't deny that he liked being kissed when he was asleep like he did so adamantly when he was awake.

"Ville. Honey. Wake up." You began kissing his cheek again, this time a little harder and wetter as you attempted to bring him back into consciousness. This time you pulled a heavy groan out of him, and you knew you had woken him up when his whole body stretched.

"What the fuck do you want?" His grumbling was so low and hoarse in his throat that you barely heard what he was saying as he ripped a hand out from under you to hold your face away from him. Like you said, a huge grouch. "Stop doing that."

"I miss you. You've been sleeping for like, forever." You whined dramatically, getting around the hand that was trying to keep you away from him and pressing more kisses to his face before he pushed you away again.

"Well I'm not done yet. Shut the hell up." He then readjusted his head so that it was once again below yours on your chest before burying his face basically in your side to escape my kissing, pulling a real, audible laugh out of you in the process. He huffed out an aggravated sigh. "Y/n Y/m/n, shut your fucking mouth and let me sleep."

Your sweet, loving boyfriend of two years, everyone.

"You are so grumpy." You marveled, running a hand through his messy hair with the arm he didn't have his head resting on. "I can't help it if you look funny."

"Hm." He was clearly done with the conversation, and he let out his telltale 'I'm going back to sleep' sigh before he relaxed again, more so due to the fact that you were combing through his hair with your fingers.

However, you weren’t done with the conversation, and after about 30 seconds of letting him sleep, you were taking the hand that he had left at the side of your face after pushing you away and pressing kisses to his warm palm, instead.

Once again, you were shoved away by a hand to the face. So he was obviously still awake. And, to your delight, he inhaled deeply, exhaled sharply, and then lifted his head off of you with his eyes opening in a furious glower.

"What fucking part of 'let me sleep' did you not hear?" He snarled, using the hand that wasn't underneath you to wipe his most-likely-damp mouth. When you just pouted at him, he shook his head. "Well, I'm awake now, so what? What could you possibly need this badly?"

"...a kiss." You were asking for a lecture, and you could tell by the wildly irritated look on his face as he comprehended what you'd just said to him that you were close to getting one.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me." He said in disbelief, shaking his head just slightly once again. "You horny little bastard."

"Hey. I just said a kiss. Not your dick." You defended yourself, raising your knees up to cage either side of his hips regardless of your words before letting out a whine. "C'mon. Give me a kiss."

He sighed but leaned forward to give you a soft kiss that only went so far before he was breaking away to let a yawn wrack his body. He still looked a little half-asleep, and he blinked slowly before looking at you again.

"So, you're telling me you woke me up for reasons completely unrelated to my cock? Nothing close to that?" He asked suspiciously as you moved a hand up to cup the back of his head, rolling his eyes when you pushed his head down enough to where you could give him a couple more kisses.

"Nope. Not even a little bit. It's as dry as a desert down there." You joked, earning yourself his unimpressed look at your verbiage. "Probably because of all your attitude."

"Why is it that when it gets close to when I have to leave, you start acting like a psycho?" He pointed out lowly, raising an eyebrow at you as you petted his hair. He was like your own little cat who was always in a bad mood, sleepy, and never wanted to play unless you gave him a lot of catnip.

"That's exactly what I mean. Attitude." You shot right back, combing his hair back so that it was tucked behind his ears and then laughing at how he looked. "And I act like a psycho because I love you, and you're spending our last day together drooling all over me."

"So. You're dry as a desert, huh?" He was clearly listening very closely to your declaration of love. When you nodded with a 'so what?' look on your face, he nodded along, looking as if he was deep in thought. "Would you like me to fix that?"

"No. You're being grumpy, so why don't you just go back to sleep." You pretended to close your eyes like you were going to sleep before you quickly opened them again out of surprise when he suddenly started pulling the hem of your shirt right up until it was right under your chin. And, as a result, exposing your tits to the air. "Hey!"

"You wanted attention, I'm giving it to you." He said condescendingly, beginning to press kisses to your sternum that made your breath catch in your throat. When you whimpered as his tongue just barely flitted across your nipple, he shushed you softly. "Don't fuss."

If anyone had said anything close to that to you, they would've had their asses handed to them. For Ville, all you did was take a deep, shaky breath and close your mouth.

However, your restraint was tested when he began to kiss and then suck softly at your chest, leaving deep red marks in the wake of every kiss as he marked up the skin that wasn't inked. Your back arched slightly into his touch, the drag of his warm tongue every-so-often pulling soft exhales from you as you tried your best to remain patient.

So, when he suddenly traced his tongue heavily around your nipple before wrapping his lips around it and beginning to suck softly, you couldn't help but fully moan, one hand working your fingers into his hair.

"Fuck." You whimpered softly, watching him suck at your nipple with arousal rolling through you in waves before you yelped when you felt him bite softly. "Baby. I need more."

"I'm not done." He mumbled as he popped off of your nipple, giving you a warning look that told you not to ask him for anything until he was ready before he was latching onto your other nipple instead. You moaned again, fingers pulling slightly at his hair as you watched his eyes flit back up to yours where he held your gaze intently. God, he was fucking insane.

You squirmed underneath him as your body ached for some form of touch between your legs, which was difficult considering Ville was completely on top of you and clearly in no way going to go for that idea. You whimpered and pulled at his hair as he continued to suck and bite at your nipple, his other hand coming up to circle his thumb around the one that was still slick with his spit.

So, in an act of desperate rebellion, you circled your legs completely around his hips, locking in before you began to grind your hips against his. You could immediately tell by the flame that ignited in Ville's eyes that he didn't approve, but he just broke away and began to circle his tongue torturously slowly around your nipple, not uttering a single word besides a small sigh at the feeling.

You continued to roll your hips, arms now wrapped loosely around his head as you finally pulled a groan out of him, feeling satisfaction run through you to know what you were doing was affecting him at least slightly. Only then did he finally fully lift his head, a look that you knew all too well burning in his eyes. You had won. He then slowly pushed himself over to your side so that he was still on top of you but not completely, his fingers deftly starting to slip past the waistband of your sweatpants that you (conveniently!) weren’t wearing any underwear underneath.

"What do you want, you whiny little fuck?" Despite his harsh verbiage, his tone was nothing but soft as his fingers slowly trailed to dip inside you momentarily before moving up to your clit. You gasped in response, unable to speak at that moment as you held his gaze where his face was mere inches away from yours. He tutted. "C'mon. Tell me what you want."

"You." You begged, leaning forward to kiss him and then whining again when he tipped his head away so that you couldn't. You had no idea what was coming over you, but you felt like you were going to cry if he didn't do something more than tease you to the point of hysteria.

"Not good enough. You have me right now." As if to remind you, his fingers worked a little faster on your clit, a wicked smirk coming over his face as he watched you moan softly at the feeling. "I'm not going to wait all fucking day, Y/n."

"Fuck me. Please. I can't wait." You were pleading with him, acting like if he didn't get his dick inside you within the next five minutes you were going to die. He was clearly humored by the fact, and his fingers suddenly stilled completely on your clit.

"With what? Fingers, tongue, vibrator, dildo, my cock..." He drew out every word as he pulled his hand from your sweatpants, pulling an even more miserable look onto your face as he brought his fingers to his lips and sucked at the tips softly.

"Your cock, baby. No more teasing." You selected your option before the last word was barely out of his mouth, your tone hurried and breathless as you slipped your fingers under the hem of his shirt to rest just inside the waistband of his boxer briefs. He cooed at you, still-damp fingers coming up to cup your cheek.

"Keep it up and I'll spank you." He said calmly, referencing the impatient snap of your voice when you'd answered him. When you did your best to beg him with your eyes instead of speaking to appease his threat, he kissed your cheek so softly that you barely felt it, his warm breath tickling your skin. "Stand up."

You were barely able to find your footing as he sat back on his heels to let you off the couch, eyes practically eating you alive as you moved to stand in front of the couch with your lips slightly parted as you waited for him to make his move. He sat down fully on the couch, bringing you forward with a hand on the back of your thigh before he hooked his fingers in the waistband of your sweatpants and pulled down.

You were so turned on you couldn't have said anything if you tried, so all you could do was listen to his soft groan as he revealed you to himself, pulling you even closer until your shins were touching the edge of the couch once you had stepped out of your pants.

"You have such a perfect fucking pussy." Ville breathed as he kneed your legs a little further apart, kissing softly at your lower stomach as his eyes stayed on yours. You let out another impatient whine, because of the things you’d asked for, this was certainly not one of them, before he tutted. "You're that fucking horny, huh?"

"I just want you to fuck me. The right way." He never passed the opportunity to leave you shaking, begging, and crying in just one round, and you knew all he needed was a little push in the right direction to get him going. So you got mouthy. "You know, I have a vibrator just sitting in my room..."

"Don't be a fucking brat. Come here." He was so easy to play with. You came down onto the couch with him in excitement as he palmed himself through his black boxer briefs considering he wasn't wearing any pants before he pulled them down and off. As soon as you were in reach, he was pulling you down, twisting so that you gasped out of surprise until you were once again pressed underneath him. Call him what you want, but you could never call him untalented. "Do you think you're funny?"

"I was gonna ask you the same thing." You grumbled under your breath, growing more irritated now than you were desperate. You would never admit it, but you really did like throwing a fit when you didn't get what you wanted. You could barely contain your satisfaction when his hand immediately wrapped tightly around your throat.

"Would you like to try that again?" He was talking through his teeth, and he looked so handsome above you like that that if you hadn't been trapped under his hand, you would've flipped the both of you over right then and there. When you grinned wildly and said nothing, he tightened his fingers just slightly. "You need to learn how to fucking behave yourself."

Yeah, you would think a little harder on trying that when his hard-on wasn't red and dripping right in front of you.

Instead, you spread your legs as wide as you could possibly get them whilst laying on the couch, enticing him with your eyes due to the fact that you couldn't say anything with how tight he was gripping your throat. His resolve was strong, but it wasn't that strong. He didn't call you pussy perfect for nothing. His eyes dragged from yours down to where your legs were spread, his jaw squaring as he gave you a furious look. It only burned brighter when you pulled your shirt the rest of the way off so that you were completely bare in front of him.

"Put your legs up." Victory! He took his hand off of your throat to put his palms on your calves as soon as you raised them, pressing your legs up until they rested on his shoulders before he reached a hand down to fist his cock and pump himself a few times. Your mouth watered at the sight, but you were quickly drawn back to his gaze when he spoke again. "If you act like this again, you can kiss phone sex goodbye until we see each other again."

Un-fucking-fair.

However, in a final moment of relief, he lined himself up at your entrance, eyes holding yours as he pushed his tip in just a little before pulling back out again. When you whimpered, he did it again, this time only going a bit deeper before he once again pulled out. Jesus Christ, he was relentless. When you groaned, half in pleasure and half in impatience, his grip tightened on your leg.

"Stop whining like a little bitch and beg me like a good girl." Sometimes you wondered how the hell he conjured up the things that came out of his mouth when he was fucking (hyperbole) you. A whole body shiver wracked through you, and you moaned softly just at his words, legs shaking slightly on his shoulders.

"Please, Ville. I need you so fucking bad. I'll do anything." Man. When it hit your birthday he let you have your annual 'do anything you want to Ville' night as a present, he was really in for it. He only chuckled at your pleading, high-pitched tone.

"Anything, huh? Well then stop fucking whining." If you could've married him right there on the spot, you would've. However, you could barely focus on that, because suddenly he pushed his cock completely inside of you, a low groan leaving his lips as he slid in to the hilt. In order to appease his request, you pushed your knuckles against your lips to keep from making any noise, arching your back slightly to make up for it as heat thrummed through you.

He clearly seemed pleased that he'd been able to shut you up with just a single order, and he began to roll his hips smoothly into you, holding your legs flush to his chest as he groaned at the feeling. You swallowed a whimper, hips pushing forward towards his thrusts as you fisted one hand into the faded material of your couch.

"Look at that. Now you've got nothing to say." Ville crooned condescendingly as he continued to fuck into you just slow enough to prove that he was still playing his teasing game, leaning a little further towards you and in the process stretching out your legs almost painfully. "You wake me up just to get me to fuck you, and when I do, you don't even thank me for it."

"Thank you baby. Fuck, thank you." You breathed, wishing that you weren't in the position that you were so that you could've reached out and touched him. You knew you were only feeding into his power trip by agreeing to thank him, and that he probably wasn't going to be any nicer after the fact, but you couldn't help yourself. You liked the way he moaned when you did what he asked of you.

"Good girl. See? I knew you knew how to behave yourself." Ville groaned along with his words, rubbing his hand up your leg as he hardened his pace a little bit just to see your back arch even further. "God, you look so beautiful with my cock in you."

"I love you, baby. You feel so good." You moaned, reaching a hand out against the back of his thigh as a small reparation for the fact that you couldn't get your hands on him anywhere else. His skin was so warm it almost felt overheated, and he exhaled sharply at the feeling of your touch.

Suddenly, Ville's hips slowed to a stop, and just as you let out a whimper of protest because there was no way you could take any more teasing, he manhandled your legs off of his shoulders, letting them fall loosely on either side of his hips. You couldn't decide whether to be annoyed or distressed, but you watched without a sound as he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor after your clothes. A sigh of relief left your lips when he grabbed your legs then, readjusting them around his hips before he went right back to fucking you like he had never stopped.

You let out a cry at the change of position, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck when he pressed himself down on top of you with one hand holding himself up by your head. You could've cried at the feeling of being able to lace your fingers in and tug on his hair.

"Does that feel good, my love?" Ville cooed, lips brushing against your ear as his soft breath tickled at your sensitive skin. You whimpered in response, one hand falling from his hair to his shoulder where you unintentionally began to dig your nails into his skin. You could feel yourself edging closer and closer to your climax, and your legs were beginning to shake around his hips that were still rolling into you harshly in turn with every groan that fell from his lips. "Fuck, I love you."

"Keep going. Don't stop." You begged, eyes beginning to water as you clutched onto him tighter and tighter with every thrust. He kissed you again before he was shifting down to his elbows, his hands coming up on either side of your head. One palm smoothed over your forehead to brush the hair out of your face, and then he grabbed your hand in his free one, lacing your fingers together as he moaned into your mouth.

You could feel him starting to twitch inside of you every-so-often, and you knew he was getting close, so you wrapped your legs completely around his hips. You liked him as close as you could possibly get him, and he didn't seem to mind by this point.

"Cum inside me. I need you." You whimpered against his lips. You only allowed enough time to get those words out before you were kissing him again, needing to feel him wholly and have him completely as you came just on the edge of your climax.

"Fuck, you sound so pretty when you whine." Ville managed to mumble out, squeezing your hand a little tighter, his thrusts bordering on becoming sloppy as he fucked you towards both of your orgasms. See? He could act like he didn't like your whining all he wanted, but as soon as he was close to cumming, all his lies went out the window. Figures. "I want to feel you cum on my cock, sweetheart."

God, you were so fucking in love with him. He could've been choking you out and spitting on you and you still would've felt the love that was thrumming in your chest now as he broke from your lips to lift his head enough so that his chronically-intense stare was trained right into your eyes. It would've been soul-searing had you not been so incredibly attracted to him.

As he began to piston his hips more pointedly with a look on his face that told you he knew exactly how close you were, your legs wrapped tighter and tighter around his hips as you rolled yours along with his thrusts. You were subconsciously aware of the fact that you were probably going to leave marks all over his back, but you would feel bad about that once the next morning came and he started wincing when soap hit it in the shower. For now, all you could focus on was the feeling of his cock hitting inside you over and over again.

You cried out his name when you finally came, squeezing his hand as tight as you could without hurting him as your back arched until your chest was pressed directly into his. After that, it didn't take long before he was groaning and then thrusting one last time before you felt him cum inside of you, the harsh snaps of his hips fading into slow rolls as he gasped breaths that matched your own.

"Does that feel good?" He cooed softly as you continued to whimper through each of his soft thrusts, his stare finally breaking as he leaned down to kiss you so gently that you barely felt it at first. You nodded while still kissing him, your legs going lax around his hips and falling limply at each side.

You kissed for a few more minutes before Ville's hips finally went still and you broke apart for air, his head resting on your shoulder with his full weight laid out on top of you as you kept your arms wrapped around his neck.

"I'm glad I woke you up." You hummed contently, rubbing your hand gently over his scratched-up back and then up into his hair. It was soft from the shower he'd taken that morning, and it was getting almost past his shoulders by this point.

"We're right back where we started, love. I could just go right back to sleep..." Ville mumbled against your chest, pulling your hand where he was still holding it to press his lips to your knuckles. You groaned.

"You know, you can die if you sleep too much." You’d read that in a tabloid somewhere once, which meant that it probably wasn't very true, but you were trying your luck anyway.

"Well, what would you like me to do instead, whiner?" Ville asked critically, raising his head from your chest to give you an unimpressed look. You pouted.

"I wanna cuddle." You mumbled, unable to keep yourself from grinning under the scrutiny of his clearly-still-tired stare. He groaned in response, and you just laughed and gave him another kiss. "Fine. You wanna be that way? Pull out and clean me up, bitch."

Whew, you earned yourself quite the glare for that one.

"You're a fucking pill, you know that?" But, lo and behold, he did exactly that, pulling out of you and making a face before he sat up and out of your grasp. "I give you cock like you've been crying for all day, and that's how you talk to me."

"I have not been crying for it. You started it." You argued, enjoying the view of his bare ass as he walked away to go into the kitchen. Sometimes it was necessary to use his looks to distract yourself from his horrible attitude.

"You don't even have to cry for it. If I don't fuck you every single day we're together, you start to get whiney and you bother me." He said it very matter-of-factly as he came back with your hand-drying towel, giving you a pointed look as he did so. You crossed your arms.

"Fine. I'll just never have sex with you ever again." You then cast a woeful look at your kitchen towel in his hand, letting out an exasperated sigh. "I'm gonna have to wash that. Again."

"I'm gonna remind you that you said that when you wake me up in the middle of the night tonight with your ass on my crotch." He shot back, completely ignoring your complaint about the towel as he sat down on the couch next to your spread legs and began to gingerly clean you up. "Ugh. You got some on the couch."

"Ville." You groaned, letting your head fall back against the couch pillow. It was him who had got some on the couch, and that happened every single time. He really needed to work on his aim. He shushed you whilst scrubbing at the couch, face screwed up in concentration until he seemed satisfied before he just tossed the towel back in the general direction of the kitchen.

"You need to relax." He said at your unimpressed look, clapping you on the knee before he stood back up to start grabbing items of clothing off of the floor where you'd haphazardly discarded them all over the place.

"Make me." You muttered, rolling your eyes as you turned on your side on the couch and watched him pull on his underwear. He looked over his shoulder to shoot you a warning look at that, and you couldn't help but grin at the fact. His dirty looks and commanding tones would've been a lot more effective had he not been so deliciously handsome.

"If you want to cuddle, you better watch yourself, woman." He warned, coming back to you with your underwear and his shirt in hand. You just continued to grin as you held out your feet for him, letting him pull your underwear back on for you before he handed you his shirt to put on.

"I love you. You're so handsome." You cooed as you slid his shirt on and were immediately shrouded in his smell, scooting over when he motioned for you to do so so that he could lean against the arm of the couch that had a pillow up against it.

"Yeah, whatever." He dismissed your compliment easily, opening his arms to you once he was reclined and then letting out a slight groan when you immediately threw yourself into him. You leaned fully on his chest, legs curled up in his lap as you shoved your face into his neck.

"I. Love. You." You repeated, dragging your finger over his tattoo of your first initial for the full three seconds that he let you before he was brushing your hand away due to the fact that it was on his nipple. He sighed, circling a tight arm around you.

"I love you too, you fucking brat."

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[muzzlemouths]

OK time to discuss some thoughts concerning the DLC/Eclipse. Obviously, spoilers ahoy

. So first and foremost, I really appreciate their voice mannerisms (prior to being rebooted) being about what we expected out of Eclipse. One talking and then the other talking, despite the body itself not changing. And then after being rebooted, that voice becoming soft and careful. There are many implications to what the change means, but I'll return to that thought later.

. Getting confirmation that the light isn't just a pesky nuisance but does, in fact, genuinely hurt Moon. More than that — the confirmation that the animatronics can feel pain at all! I've been writing my fics with this headcanon in mind the whole time, but it's nice to have it confirmed.

. THE TABLE W/ PLUSHES. I know a lot of the fandom has already decided that Sun was playing by himself (a hc that is incredibly sad on its own) but I've been thinking... wouldn't it be neat if this was a showcase of them playing with each other? If they're both stuck in this state of back-and-forth and communication is limited if available at all, wouldn't it make sense for one of them to set-up a scene and the other to finish it? Is it not even sadder that this might be the only way they can have any sort of real conversation?

. Their mouth moves. Their mouth moves??? Their mouth moves! I'm not for sure the exact reason for why it's hidden behind their mask, but I'm assuming it was put in place after they were reworked as daycare attendants. It makes sense that they would be able to move and talk like the glamrocks, especially while working theater, so my only guess is that they placed the mask over their face after reworking them to prevent young children from sticking their fingers between the moving teeth. As a former daycare volunteer (and a teacher of the 1st-4th grade), let me tell you, kids that age will put their fingers anywhere.

. Happy Birthday! I don't think this being their first line after having been rebooted has anything to do with the rebooting itself. Like, I doubt there's any real correlation beyond them recognizing that it's Cassie's birthday. Then again, Kellen Goff's tweet makes me think I could be wrong about this one. Who knows!

. OK OK OK so the way they switch between Sun/Moon when we're wearing the mask is really fun (as mentioned by twinanimatronics, Moon rocks while Sun twitches!) but I want to talk about how wearing the mask inside their bedroom makes it look clean, and the implications behind that if we see Sun while the mask is on but Moon while it's off. Does it mean Moon sees things how they are while Sun sees things how he wants to? (Sidebar, this will definitely be influencing how I write Sun's denial in DMD)

. On a similar note, the mask being on in their bedroom also shows Eclipse's face over their ceiling, but more than that, it shows their ceiling decorations (the painted on clouds, now almost entirely gone) moving, with trees swaying at the very corners. Is this a trick of the mask, or is this how they really saw the room? Was it built that way or did it just happen after years of being cooped up inside? ARGHGH there's just so much to think about with this one!!

There's definitely more but these are the ones rattling around in my brain the hardest. Let me know your thoughts!

#muzz mumbles #ruin dlc #ruin spoilers #have a faz-errific day :(

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Golden hour

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Welcome to part three!!

Azriel x reader

warning: mentions of scars and injuries

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You stayed away from the main city streets, buzzing crowds, and cackling children ever since the Illyrian fixed your door. You've been cooped up in your home, not daring to take a step outside. You knew that you weren't going to be able to hide here forever. At some point, you would have to go outside. If not for the sheer insanity that was threatening to overthrow you with every single day spent inside, then simply for the lack of food.

Ever since you came to Velaris you knew, even felt, that this was a completely different city. It's like someone painted a picture for a fairytale, but instead of keeping it only for the books, making it a reality. So since you've recovered, you've had a feeling that you were going to love this place. Even if lonely and without a shoulder to cry on. It felt like the spirits above and the Mother herself bestowed greatness on you for the first time.

Though what troubled you the most now was Azriel. You could deny it all you wanted when you stood in front of him, but you knew who he was. You made a missed judged calculation that night. Gave into your instinct, losing all rational thinking. The only two things Rhys had bound from you were the house of the wind and the inner circle. That was the only thing he made you promise—that no matter what, you would not step foot there unless he asked you to.

You knew that Azriel must have had his fair share of scolding himself after everything that happened, but so did you. To say that Rhys wasn't happy would have been an understatement. In all honesty, you were sure that you were going to be thrown out of court. Packing a little to-go bag before you even went to see the high lord.

You weren't sure what saved you. Rhys was mated, so it couldn't have been your charm. No matter what beauty spell you would cast on him, it would not work, and you would never try it out of respect for him and the mating bond. So you've settled for the idea that it was the fact that you couldn't lie no matter what. There wasn't a situation where you could do that as a fairy.

Another thing that scared you to death was the curiosity that the winged male arose in you. From the moment you laid your eyes on his tense frame as he tossed and turned in the bed. Beads of sweat covered his forehead. Even before you started to hum the melody, you knew that pulling away was going to be extremely hard.

Through hundreds of years of doing this, you've never made an error so big. You've never lingered. Never stayed. Never waited. But no matter how hard your senses screamed at you to go, you couldn't help but want to take a look at the shadow singer's eyes. You needed to see his eyes. Eyes that you kept seeing in your dreams all of these years.

It was a stunning combination. Deep golden amber orbs and your emerald green eyes. You've never seen a man this attractive before. Not that you've seen many, but Azriel took your breath away. Shaking your head, you tried to push thoughts like that away. You couldn't. You simply couldn't allow yourself to let this go on. This was just the aftermath of you being lonely and scared. Unsure and forgotten. No, you weren't going to lose the home you just found simply because an attractive male was in your way. Suppress it; never let it show was what you told yourself. It's for the better. It's for the ones still fighting, for the ones who die every day.

Azriel wasn't doing much better. Every day since he fixed your door, he has found himself on the main street of Velaris. He just couldn't stay away. Every day, no matter what he hoped to see from you. Your golden hair dancing in the wind, your eyes. Now all of his nightmares were the same. They would keep him sweating and anxious to the point where it felt so real that the pain from the scars he would receive lingered even after he was wide awake. But then all of a sudden, like the most beautiful angel from above, those green eyes would look down on him, and he knew there was nothing to be afraid of. That somehow, in some way he was guarded. Someone was looking after him. You were looking after him.

Azriel stayed up late reading books about your kind. If he was being honest, the books didn't paint fairies with any words of kindness. Azriel had a firm plan in his mind. He needed to tell Rhys all about this. Needed to warn him just in case. It all lingered in the shadow singer's mind until he found a book laying on his bed. It looked like nothing he had seen before. It was small, with chipped edges. The cover was raw as if made of hand-crafted wood. The writing inside looked almost ancient. That was the first time the spymaster read something that didn't paint fairies as monsters. That was the first time Azriel read about the camps.

You pulled your cloak tighter around your body as you walked through the dark streets. Tonight, your head was too crowded. There was too much going on. And after a couple of days of ignoring all of it, you felt as if you were going insane. No matter where you walked, you always felt like someone was watching you. Like someone was breathing on your back every time you stopped to take a breath. It's like someone was ready. Ready to take away everything you found. Ready to remind you of everything that you tried to suppress.

When you stumbled back to your home, you couldn't help but stop in your tracks. Letting out a chuckle as you moved forward as quietly as you could. "You know it's quite creepy?", you said quickly, causing the male in front of you to jump as he turned your way. The panic in his eyes was very vivid and clear. Finally, you had power over him. The chance to tease and not be teased back.

"I was just", Azriel stuttered, "I was just passing by", but you didn't drop his gaze. A silly liar, you thought to yourself. "Right... Right seems like it", Azriel quivered in his place. You looked alive tonight. Maybe you were the most alive he had ever seen you. And the fact that you were up so late only proved why you were asleep so early in the evening.

Azriel tried to think of what Cassian would say in a situation like this. His brother was great at provoking women. Riling them up and pressing all the right buttons. While Azriel always struggles with that, he saw your gaze falling to his wigs and your shoulders sagging. The spymaster hoped the moon that shone so brightly in the sky wasn't going to give him away.

"What happened?", you quickly stepped closer. Yet Azriel couldn't bring himself to speak as the softest fingers touched his wounded wings. He was supposed to go to his mother's. That was the plan. That's what he always did when something went wrong. More like when Rhys and he had a fallout and he didn't want to ask for help.

And today everything went wrong. Even if the high lord had dismissed him from all the court-related duties, it didn't last long. The protests in the camps, the rebels that have started fights that Azriel himself got involved in without his consent. With you on his mind, he was so distracted that it was a miracle he was even here. It had all been too much.

Nothing made sense lately and everything was so dull so awfully painful. He wasn't even sure why, out of all places, he was standing here, but the moment he landed by the blossoming cherry tree, the shadow singer knew. He was okay with dying here if you weren't going to open the door. He was ready to die here, out of all places, because his mind, body, and soul didn't want to be anywhere else.

"Can you walk?", your troubled voice brought him out of his train of thought. You knew that you weren't going to be able to carry him. You cursed under your breath at the size of this male. Why did all Illyrians have to be so big? You wrapped your hand around his torso, even though you knew it did nothing to support him, as it didn't even cover half of his back.

Azriel tried to keep as much of his weight on his own feet, but the moment your body pressed into his, he found himself melting. Your big eyes studied his every move as you took each step, waiting for his knees to buckle, but he managed to make it inside before you mentioned having him just sit on the sofa. The spymaster's frame took up almost all of it, and you couldn't help but mumble a quick sorry, knowing that it must be quite uncomfortable for him.

"Are you allergic to any herbs?", you asked, moving through your neatly organized drawers as you pulled out every dried substance you might need. The male only shook his head at you, and even if your gut didn't fully trust his judgment, you let it slide. You weren't going to make anything special, just something to soothe the ache. Azriel watched as you swirled around your kitchen. The material of your skirt hardly kept up with how quickly you moved around the place.

If Azriel was completely honest, the pain wasn't that bad at all. It was mostly tiredness that made him droopy, but he selfishly enjoyed the idea of your caring for him. He enjoyed your presence. Craved it even. He watched you quickly leaped to the second floor of the house before you threw heaps of different throws and blankets over the railing, this time windowing downstairs. Azriel observed as you carefully laid them all on top of each other before making a makeshift pillow as well. Turning to him, you reached for his hand.

"Do you think you could come here and lay? It would be easier for me to apply the mixture to your wings, and this is way bigger than the sofa." Azriel wasn't sure if he even heard what you said; he was too captivated by the way your lips moved, but he didn't fight as you pulled him by the hands.

"Can I touch your wings, though? Without being afraid that you'll snap my neck", you know how sensitive they were but that part you could handle. A part of you was created to be gentle and to care for the injured and the less fortunate. It was the fact that no one was allowed to touch the wings that scared you. They carried so much pride. Made the male who he was and showed his power. With a tired smirk on his face, Azriel turned to face you. 

"Let's see if you're brave enough to find out," he said, and you shook your head at him before leaning forward and brushing your fingers across the scabs. Azriel crinkled his eyebrows, and you stilled your movement. You knew that the mixture, at least in first contact with the flesh, wasn't all that pleasant. But his muscles eased, and his face looked calm once again.

The silence fell onto the room. You always preferred to work in silence as it was, but now that an Illyrian was lying in the middle of your living room, you carefully listen to every growl or sigh that the male made. In case you quickly needed to get away.

"Are these yours?", you lifted your still dirty hand as one of the shadows swirled around your wrist. Even if you knew the answer, you just wanted to hear Azriel's voice again. "The shadows? Yes," the shadow singer said, opening one of his eyes to look your way before returning to the blissful sensation your fingers brought him.

You hummed quietly, "I keep finding at least one of them here every day." Azriel's face quickly hardened. A hint of confusion was evident. His shadows were here? How did he not miss any of them? The amount of misbehaving they were doing lately was out of control. He seriously needed to get them in check before they completely stopped listening.

"They are quite interesting beings. Sure loves to talk a lot," you muttered to yourself. One of them swirled in your hair, causing it to messily fall all over your face. "Don't take it personally, buddy," you spoke to it, letting the dark creature swirl around you one more time while you giggled softly.

Azriel was watching your every move now. With the smallest things you did, you looked more and more beautiful in his eyes. The sound of your laughter made the male smile as well. He never thought he would be in such a vulnerable position with a still stranger tending to him, but oddly enough, you felt like... you felt like home to him. Like he knew you. Like you were always meant to be here. "I read that you can glow", the words slipped out of his mouth, and Azriel cursed under his breath. Out of all the things he could have said and as a spymaster should have said. But he chose this. "You read about fairies?", you asked, tilting your head to the side. You had no idea what the shadow singer knew about you. Didn't know what Rhys had told him. You'd only met Cassian up until now. But still, you couldn't help but feel this tingle of excitement that he took the time to research you.

"I like to read about my enemies," those words wiped the little smile off your face, causing you to drop your eyes quickly, "Right", "I didn't mean it like that," Azriel found himself panicking again at the sight of your sad features returning. Why was he saying such stupid things? Was he seriously so bad at keeping a conversation with a female?

"Yeah, well, we do, but it takes a lot to make a fairy twinkle," you moved to tend to his other wing, trying to push away the ache that ripped through your chest once more. "Twinkle?", Azriel asked, his curiosity at not knowing everything about your kind tempting him to keep asking questions. "Well, we're not candles, are we?", you grumbled under your breath with a hint of sass.

The shadow singer only nodded his head. He didn't understand why he was finding this whole thing so easy and natural but also so complicated. "So what do you do for Rhys?", he asked, and you didn't even lift your eyes as you answered, "Nothing", "Well, you work for him?"

Letting out a frustrated sigh, you tried hard not to just walk out on him. Leave him to lick his wounds on his own if he was so smart. "Do you always ask so many questions?", you mumbled as you applied the last of the paste to Azriel's wings before setting the bowl aside. "I'm a spymaster; that's my job," Azriel said calmly, contently.  It sounded like music almost, "Oh yeah...", now you felt silly for asking that and your checks quickly turned a bright shade of pink. 

You stayed silent for a moment, not sure what to say to him or how much you wanted to share. To your surprise, Azriel didn't push you for an answer, but the way that he gazed at you got you speaking once again.

"Fairies do many things. We take care of the hurt and less fortunate, tend and grow different plants, and take away others' worries, but we have our special callings as well", you said, twisting a strand of your hair that had fallen out of your braid as you spoke.

"Can I ask you what's your special calling?", you met Azriel's eyes once again. Searching for any form of ill will he might have if you shared this with him. But the rich hazel eyes lulled you into an absolute bubble of trust, "Well, I chase bad dreams away."

You knew this was something that was going to make the spymaster uneasy. Even if you didn't know much about him, you could tell that he tried to pretend that nightmares weren't a big part of his life. And you weren't wrong. To the sound of your words, Azriel's jaw visibly tensed.

"I heard your cries ever since I came to Velaris," you admit. The sudden need to explain yourself as you watch his face darken, "I tried to stay away, but chasing bad dreams away is my main duty. It was starting to drive me mad, so I just did what I do best."

Azriel said nothing, and suddenly you felt uneasy under his eyes. So you moved away from him quickly, picking up all the balls with you before you walked away. You felt his eyes still on you as you cleaned up. You were trying hard not to drop anything as your hands trembled.

You stood facing the little sink for a while, taking a couple of deep breaths to steady your heartbeat, before you turned his way once again and said, "Your wings will be good as new by the morning. You're welcome to stay here and rest." Walking to the little vanity, you picked up your cloak once again before draping it over your shoulders.

"Where are you going? Aren't you going to sleep?", asked the spymaster, who seemed almost desperate, and you were sure that he would be up, probably trying to stop you or offer to go with you, but the valerian root and chamomile were making his eyes droopy once again.

"Tonight is a busy night, and it's only two in the morning. I have suffering souls to save, but you sleep on. Trust me no nightmares will find you in this house", quickly pulling your hood up you gave the Illyrian one last look as his head hit the pillow for good. Letting out a breath of relief, you walked into the cold breeze of the night once again. At least tonight, you wouldn't have to worry about him.

Azriel got woken up by an annoying beam of light shining directly into his eyes. His body felt brand new as if all the weight of the restless nights had been wiped away from his shoulders. His wings felt way stronger as well. The images from last night flowed through his head, and he quickly looked around your place. He spent a night here, even if that wasn't the intention. 

Azriel's gaze fell on your sleeping frame. You were sitting by the table, your head resting on your forearm as you breathed in and out calmly. He didn't understand why you just didn't go up to your bed or at least lay on the sofa, but then he could comprehend that having him here probably didn't make you feel all that safe just yet.

Azriel got up as quietly as he could before making his way to you. He pulled at the main clasp of your cloak, trying to get the thick material off your body. That caused you to stir as you let out a tirade whine, blinking your eyes a couple of times.

"And I thought my sleep schedule was messed up," you chuckled as Azriel picked you up in his arms and carried you onto the blankets he had just laid on. It was the coldest of your body that made the spymaster scowl. Why were you so icy? You leaned into his warm embrace, nestling into him just a bit more, protesting as he pulled away from you.

Careful not to stir you, even more, Azriel took off your shoes. The arm cuffs you wore were the other thing that looked especially uncomfortable, so he moved to free your hands of those as well. The material of your puffy sleeves fell loose, riding up your arm. Azriel felt his heart slow down. His movement came to a halt. Yet his eyes stayed fixed on your hand.

There was one wonky-looking scar that went right through the middle of your hand. Right from your wrist up to where your arm bent. The area was clearly trashed multiple times. Whoever did that had repeated the action more than once. Azriel moved to your other hand and was met with the same sight. Camps. Camps. Camps. His shadows shouted into their master's ear. You stirred once more, and Azriel quickly lifted his gaze to your face.

"It's really cold," you muttered, your lips starting to turn light shades of blue, and without thinking much, Azriel laid on the other side of the blankets, bringing your body closer to his chest. His wings shielded your face from the rays of sunlight that tried to sneak up on you. For some reason, he thought that holding your tiny frame would feel strange and uncomfortable, but it's like you were made to fit there perfectly.

"I won't sleep for long; I promise just a bit," you mumbled as you pressed closer to Azriel, your body trying to absorb as much warmth as it could. But the spymaster only shushed you gently. Fingers slipped through your messy curls as he felt your body completely ease up.

His mind was going crazy with all the thoughts. So many things kept him uneasy. He still had a lot to figure out. But he let himself breathe in your scent as his two arms wrapped themselves around your body even tighter. Azriel lowered his gaze to you for a brief moment to admire you. Let the presence of you in his arms ground him. And it did until Azriel felt something within him snap and with a blink of an eye, nothing felt the same.

#azriel x you #azriel x reader #rhys x reader #cassian x reader

[malleux]

stick season. — october event [1]

-> xiao x gn!reader

-> warnings: angst/no comfort, physical combat

['we'll all be here forever']

You dreaded this time of year. 

The time when the green leaves turned brown and fell off of the trees. The weather gets colder and colder until even the bright sun can’t warm the air. It makes being a traveling merchant hard– there are only so many layers of clothes you can wear as you trek from Mondstadt to Liyue, and you certainly couldn’t just carry a bonfire with you. 

Citizens of Mondstadt call it a “stick season”-- the time between Halloween and the first snow when everything becomes cold, dreary, and gray. It’s a transition from fall to winter and it’s the first time in a while that you’ve had to spend it alone. 

What was once a warm presence beside you has dissipated into nothing. Your fingertips, once heated by another hand, are cold. You blow on them to prevent them from chilling. 

You walk past Wangshu Inn. You keep your head down. 

— 

Xiao had never heard of the “stick season” until he met you. 

After many, many years of living, the seasons and weather all seemed to blend together, much like the days. It was only when you mentioned despising the winter that he began to pay attention, making sure to keep you company a bit more every time you visited the Inn on your travels. You mentioned that his presence was warm enough, but he couldn’t stop himself from grabbing a bowl of soup on his way up to your room now and then. 

It’s been a while since you visited. The room you always stayed in lies vacant. Cold. 

People didn’t travel much during this time. It was rainy and dark and anyone with a family would rather spend it cooped up next to a fireplace with each other. 

Xiao only had you. 

It was hard– keeping you away. 

It started with simply withdrawing a bit. Visiting less and less every time you stayed. Then, he stopped altogether. It was hard to ignore you knocking at his door, so he stayed away. He scouted around Liyue longer and longer, even though there was nothing to kill. Anything to drown out your voice, calling his name. He didn’t want to– Archons, he didn’t– but it was for your safety. Someone as angelic as you shouldn’t be around a demon like him. Karma was a bitch and he couldn’t bear to let something happen to you because of him. 

—

“Hey, hey, what do we have here?” 

Your head snapped up at the voices. There shouldn’t be anyone on this path– Xiao usually makes sure of that. Your grip on your bag tightened. 

Treasure Hoarders– quite a few, at that– stood in front of you. Their leader was the one who spoke. His red outfit let you know that he was unfortunately given a Vision, and many of the other people in his crew had some as well. You could hold your own even without a Vision of your own but against this many of them? It was questionable. 

Nevertheless, your hand crept to the sword that sat on your waist. 

“Say, what you got in that little bag of yours?”

The leader stepped a bit closer to you. You stepped back. 

“Nothing you want.”

You weren’t lying– you didn’t have much. Your pack today was simply full of cooking ingredients from Mondstadt that the Wanmin Restaurant ordered. 

“You sure about that?” 

“Unless you want some Wolfhook berries, then yeah.” 

A small snag behind you made you whip your head around. Another Hoarder had hooked his dagger on the fabric of your bag, ripping it open slightly. He looked inside before you turned fully around to stop him. The Hoarders had touched you– you pulled your sword.

“They’re right, boss.” The henchman said, “Nothin’ good in there.” 

“Well,” The leader chuckled, raising his hand, “Guess we’ll just have to check their pockets, then.”

He lunged towards you before you could even get a word in, grabbing your shoulder and pulling you towards him. You ripped yourself from his grasp and raised your sword, deflecting a small ball of Pyro that was headed in your direction. A hand pulled at your bag from behind you and you quickly shed the extra weight– they could have the damn berries. 

The fight was getting overwhelming– even for the most skilled fighters, there were only so many people they could take on at once. 

Visions and weapons flew at you from every angle and it was incredibly difficult to keep up. A blade slashed at your bicep and you cried out in pain. You were tired– exhausting all your energy and efforts to try and keep the Hoarders from swarming you.

“Stop– I don’t have anything!” Your words were useless, the Hoarders attacking in a flurry of fists. Until… 

“Xiao!” 

They stopped. 

A dozen Treasure Hoarders lie motionless around you. Gone. Defeated. 

There was only silence as you picked up your bag. It wasn’t too damaged– you could still make the journey. You were the only one around for miles. Xiao was nowhere to be found. 

He’d tried numerous times to ignore you– to protect you from himself. He supposed an exception had to be made when he needed to protect you from others. It tore him apart to see your despondent face as you realized that you were alone– that he wasn’t going to show his face. 

This was the only way, he’d tell himself. 

This will have to do.

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[seospicybin]

THE FAVORITE PREVIEW.

Changbin x reader. (s,f)

Synopsis: You find your dream man in Changbin only to be his second favorite girl.

Preview under the cut!

...

The sound of the doorbell ringing startles you in your chair. You don't expect anyone to give you a visit but you got panic thinking it's probably your editor.

When you open the door, you see him instead.

"Hi, hello!" You greet him, a bit surprised but at the same time, delighted to see Hana is with him.

You smile and wave your hand at the little girl, "hello you cutie!"

Without warning, she throws herself at you, hugging you by the hips.

"Sorry for disturbing you," her father begins.

"Not at all!" You quickly deny it. If anything he's stopping you from procrastinating and you're grateful for that.

"To what do I owe this cute little visit?" You rub Hana's shoulders as you speak.

"We're going to have dinner out and we'd like for you to come with us," Changbin holds his hand out at Hana and she slowly lets go of her hug at you, walking back to her father.

"Right now?" You ask.

"Yes."

You don't even know it's already dinner time, you confirm by looking at the clock on the wall and it's indeed the time.

"We'll be having Hana's favorite," he adds.

Well, cooped up in your apartment isn't helping either and who knows you'll get ideas after getting some food.

"I need a few minutes to get ready," you refuse to go out wearing sweatpants and an old t-shirt.

Changbin glances at Hana, then back at you, "then how about we wait in the car, and you—"

You agree immediately, "yeah, I won't be long, I promise."

"Okay then, see you!"

The moment you close the door, you break into a run and rummage through your closet for something to wear. You put on a simple make-up, spray some perfume then grab a purse, shoving your wallet and phone inside.

You hate to make them wait especially when one of them is a little girl who can throw a tantrum at any minute. You bounce your feet the whole elevator ride down the building and half jog to their car.

You fix your hair quickly and slow down when you're only a few meters away, you organize your breath.

"Hi, sorry for making you wait!" You say even before he pushes the door open for you.

Changbin opens the door to the passenger's side, "no, it's alright."

Duh, Hana is still too young to sit in the front so you get to sit there instead with her father. You turn to see Hana buckle up to her seat, "I'm sorry Hana for making you wait," you sincerely apologize to the little girl.

She stays quiet and not replying to you, looking out the window with her lips jutting out, forming a cute little pout.

"Maybe we should hurry," her father says and starts the car.

Hana's mood is revived when the food comes, for two years old, she has an exquisite taste in food.

"Hana's favorite food is pasta, huh?" You say.

She nods as she digs her little fork into the pasta, getting excited to eat her favorite food to even answer your question.

"Please, help yourself to some more food," Changbin politely offers you.

You take your cutlery and start digging into your food as well, twirling the spaghetti with your fork.

"I never met a two-year-old whose favorite food is pasta," you talk to her dad while glancing at Hana who's deep into her bowl of carbonara pasta.

"That's on me," Changbin says with a sheepish smile.

"How so?"

"Because it's my favorite food," he replies.

It makes sense then, they probably had gone on these pasta dates so many times that it eventually became her favorite food too.

That's just so cute. You wish that you had special something you share with your father but you were a really a homebody, then and now, it's the same.

He suddenly puts down his utensils and clears his throat, "I'm sorry I didn't know that you're a writer."

You let out a smile, "that happens. It's alright."

He seems to mind it a lot when it's normal for people to not recognize you, being a writer is a job that allows you to hide behind your writing and that's why you chose to be one.

You guess he feels bad for making you babysit Hana and paid you for it.

"It was your neighbor who told me that you once babysat her son," he explains, "and I needed a babysitter real fast, if I had known I wouldn't have asked you."

"I did babysit her son once because her husband was admitted to the hospital and I wanted to help her," you confirmed.

Changbin nods and sips his glass of water, "why you agreed to babysit Hana?"

"Because I wanted to help and I had a lot of free time," you take a sip of water before continuing, "and Hana is a sweet, sweet girl."

Which makes you glance at the little girl and wipe the white sauce off her cheek with a napkin.

"Honestly, I'd love to babysit Hana any time any day," you stated while gently patting her head.

"Why?" Her father asks in pure confusion.

Maybe his real question is why would you do this for free?

"I love little kids," you simply answer while looking at him, "and I think they're the cutest at Hana's age."

Changbin smiles upon hearing your answer, relieved to finally get the answer he wanted.

"Hana is turning 3 soon," He says.

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, we'll throw a birthday party for her."

You used to find men only talking this passionately about superficial things like how much they earn, their job titles, what car they drive, etcetera.

And here he is, talking while smiling with dimples on his cheeks like he's the one who'll be having a birthday soon, not his daughter.

He's so sweet and you can't help but smile.

Hana is quiet again on the ride home and when you turn to see her, she's asleep in her seat. You put the little blanket over her.

"She's sleeping?" Changbin asks in a hushed voice.

You lower your voice as well, "yeah."

He turns down the volume of the music playing through the car stereo and makes it quiet inside the car. The car stops at a traffic light and you think of something to talk about to stop the silence from turning awkward.

You open your mouth to talk when he gets ahead of you.

"I didn't see you working out lately," he says but keeps his eyes on the traffic lights.

"That's probably because I'm... getting lazy?" You shamelessly admit with a low chuckle.

"Why?"

"I'm always working out alone and maybe that's why I didn't find it fun," you didn't know the exact answer but that seems like the right one.

He turns to look at you with one hand on the steering wheel, "we can work out together sometimes," he offers.

Changbin is wearing this fitted pale blue shirt that enhances his muscular arms and your eyes wander off to ogle at it, for a second forgetting that he invites you to work out together with him. Wait, what?

"Pardon me?" You ask.

"I mean, I can help you working out," he starts driving as soon as the lights turned green.

"I'd be happy to," you try to sound calm but you know you failed.

...

Full fic will be posted tomorrow!

#stray kids smut #skz smut #changbin smut #skz changbin smut #seospicy upcoming posts

[eris-snow]

𝐍𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟓: 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

Tags:7 reasons why I love you, shoto x fem!reader, angst, fluff

He remembers praying at the time every day that slipped by, that this month would go on forever.

Shoto still hadn’t fully accepted it yet. December was a flurry of precious memories, and he loved each one of them as he continued to decent deeper in love with you.

But even good things need to come to an end. With his wedding next year, he was forced to forgo seeing you for most of the day because of his jam-packed schedule. Instead, he got a face full of Momo, his bride-to-be. She was nice, sure. Elegant and sophisticated in ways beyond you, but…Shoto didn’t fancy her at all.

Soon, your meet-ups turned nightly, all well-passed dusk in the snowy garden grounds.

He’d have to sneak out in order to meet you. To get past the guards patrolling around as he ducked out to meet you.

Shoto might be running from responsibility but, gosh, did it feel good as he kissed you under the stars.

Sometimes, you’d even dance in the pavilion with him, because dancing out in the ballroom was a social death sentence. He and you were forced to be subtle now, finding stray pockets of time just to see each other in your hectic lives.

“Sho, what is this?” You asked, quirking an eyebrow at him as he extended a hand to you.

The lamp was lighted and placed in the pavilion, the only glow in the pitch-black night.

“Don’t play this game,” Shoto laughed, holding out a hand to you. “Dance with me, Snowflake.”

You take his hand, giving him a smile. “If you insist.”

He twirled you in a circle, trying to take his mind off his stressful day when you break the silence. “You seem discontented.” You noted. “Did something happen?”

Being called out, he focused his eyes on you. “Momo’s just…different from you. I won’t say I’m unhappy with her, it’ll just…take some getting used to.”

“You are an awful liar, and I hope you know that.”

Shoto’s face reddened.

“But you also have a good heart.” You said, looking up at him as he moved in sync with your footsteps. “Do not lose that.”

Shoto nodded, eyes soft and gentle. “You too.”

—

Shoto often caught you with a faraway look from that day on. You are the one person he couldn’t ever read properly, so when you didn’t tell him what was wrong, he tried not to push, either.

“Is it about me?” He remembers asking.

You’d turned to look at him, eyes distant and dazed, before nodding vacantly. He pulled you into his embrace at your request, trying to think of what to say.

I’m here for you.

Don’t be sad.

Please don’t cry.

Part of Shoto prayed for you not to cry. He wouldn’t know how to handle it.

He had seen so many layers of you, from your beautiful appearance and personality to your snarkiness and blatant honesty. The strongest side of you, he realised. And now he was cradling the most vulnerable side of you, cherishing you at your weakest.

Care, Shoto realised, is a bucket load of yearning to make that desired person happy. To show them that they have someone, to show that he’s there for them.

Shoto feels your face, and it’s wet and red.

When you get back to the palace, you both blame it on the cold.

—

The subject was never brought up again, and Shoto doesn’t have a spare second as he’s whisked off to learn first-hand how royal duties are carried out. There was nothing he hated more than having to spend a full day with the king himself, but with a lot of things, he just grinned and bore it.

After being cooped up inside the castle for so long, Shoto had to admit it was nice to go somewhere outside.

His memory of this is fuzzy. It made sense that it was, because he typically tried to erase all memories that his father was in.

Shoto knows his father was doing something, some event or opening that was too long ago to remember.

He turned away for a second, and his eyes landed on a little girl standing in a park not too far away from the crowd. A red balloon was tight in her grip as she stared at him from afar, with large, round eyes that reminded him of you.

A gust of wind blew, causing her grasp to loosen as it flew out of her hold. As luck would have it, it got stuck on a branch too high up. Shoto could probably reach it with no issue, but it would be impossible for her to reach it.

The little girl with earmuffs looked up, staring at her balloon in confusion.

She glanced at her hand, and then back at the balloon, looking on the verge of crying.

She started jumping trying to get it but, to no avail, until…

Shoto’s eyes widened when he saw you leaving your servent’s side, walking up to the girl and dropping to your knees to meet her at eye level.

What were you doing here?

He supposed you were allowed to roam outside the palace walls but his world had always been confined to them.

He doesn’t know what you said to her, but the next thing he saw was you carrying her up as the small girl grabbed a whole of the end of the balloon to get it down.

You give her a small smile, the smile that always got Shoto’s heart to skip two beats as you patted her head sweetly, completely unaware of his trained gaze.

Shoto remembers, he really does. You’re as kind as you were honest, aware of the true nature of how unfair life could be, but gentle in a way further than words.

He remembers praying at the time every day that slipped by, that this month would go on forever.

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