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inkykeiji · 8 months

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character: hanemiya kazutora x fem!reader genre: smut warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, pseudocest (step siblings), naughty photographs, mentions of naughty letters and phone calls, coercion/guilt tripping, just general ickiness words: 1.3k

Your big brother is a sick, depraved man.

He always has been.

You’ve always known it, a truth buried deep at the very core of your soul where it has begun to rot, to infect—you knew it when he killed Shinichiro, knew it when he stabbed Baji, knew it when he beat the boy who had been picking on you in first grade to near death, only a few days after you and your dad had moved into his mother’s dilapidated little house.

It’s okay, you don’t have to be afraid anymore, he had said to you as his clumsy thumbs swiped through the streams of tears on your cheeks, leaving streaks of blood painted in their wake. I’m your big brother now, I’ll always keep you safe.

And keep you safe he did, until he got sent away, and then got sent away again, and you were all alone once more.

They shaved his head down to his scalp when he was incarcerated, but it’s been several years since he was arrested now, moved from the juvenile detention center to a real prison, and his hair has begun to grow out again, fluffy onyx tufts curling over the tips of his ears and around his cheeks.

He’s beginning to look like himself again.

“Hi,” he pants as you reach his table, the breath released from the confines of its lungs, where you’re sure it’s been festering since your last visit, exactly seven days ago.

“Hi, Tora-nii,” you nod politely, taking a seat across from him.

Your knees knock together, and he scoots closer to the edge of the bench, the chains adoring his ankles jingling delicately. Your toes overlap his own as he wedges them beneath the soles of your feet, wiggling a little in his slip-on shoes.

“I missed you,” the words surge from his mouth, as if he can’t spit them out fast enough, as if they need to be heard, immediately, clawed their way to freedom and left his throat raw. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you, too,” your fingers interlace with his, palms pressing together tightly, the silver cuffs shackling his wrists scraping against the metal tabletop.

“It’s fucking hell in here without you,” he admits, eyes downcast, calloused fingers playing with your own, folding and unfolding them. “I keep thinking about the day I’ll finally get out of here, the day when I’ll finally be able to be with you, to have you, but then I remember...It’s still years away.”

He looks up, eyes suddenly bright, shining through a torrent of tears in that special way that is so uniquely him.

“But the photos help. The photos help a lot.” His voice is husky, bordering on a ragged whine, and his knees bump against yours again. “I’m sure they’re nothing compared to your body, but...”

“I’m glad I can help, Tora-nii,” you whisper, gazing at him through your lashes, his stare too brilliant to meet head-on, to hold for an extended period of time.

“Still so shy, my precious little sister,” a knuckle traces the curve of your cheek, the line of your jaw, the bow of your lips, topaz eyes enraptured by its trajectory. “Will you still be this shy when I...”

And he can’t even say it, either—too vulgar, too naughty, too illicit to even be uttered in the breath between the two of you.

He swallows thickly, his words turned hoarse, raw, steeped in sick desire. “I hope you are.”

“Kazutora,” you whimper, sounding more like a plead to continue than an order to stop.

“Sorry, I'm sorry,” he clears the grit from his voice. “I—I can��t wait to see what you’ve got for me this week, baby.”

Pricks of heat ripple across your face and you duck your head, nodding to yourself as you pull a hand free from his, sifting through your bag for the small collection of polaroids tied prettily with a piece of silk ribbon.

You’d think, after doing this for so many years, that you’d be used to it by now, but it still feels just as grimy and gross as it did three years ago, when he had begged you for a few photos—nothing crazy, he had promised, nothing too wicked or sinful, just a bikini photo or two, that’s all.

That’s all he needs, he said, swore up and down, cross his heart, pinky promise.

You were fucking stupid to have believed him.

Because that’s never all he needs, when it comes to Kazutora.

Because it won’t ever be truly enough; no matter how much of yourself you give to him, no matter how many shards of your body and slivers of your soul he pries from you, he’ll always crave more, devouring piece after piece until he’s consumed you fully, made you whole, made you one.

Please, sweetheart, I’m going fuckin’ crazy in here, he had told you with tears in his eyes, hands grasping yours so tightly your knuckles cracked, only a few months later. I—I’m so lonely, and I miss you so much, and I’m just so sad and, really, this is the least you could do to make your big brother feel a bit better, isn’t it?

A few pairs of panties and a single naked picture—you could part with those, couldn’t you? You wouldn’t miss those too much, would you?

Of course not.

The panties were short-lived—they were too stringy to be considered safe, and someone had already stolen a pair and tried to strangle another inmate with them, but the polaroids were deemed harmless, and so the polaroids stayed.

And so the polaroids grew, in numbers and in frequency, until you were delivering up to ten in one visit, doing your best to take into account all of Kazutora’s requests, as outlined in his previous letter from the week before.

And even though nothing will ever truly be enough for him, you continue striving to please him anyway; diligent, dedicated, desperate.

Because you’re a good little sister, a kind little sister, an obedient little sister, the best little sister, he’s told you several times now—over this very table when you slip the polaroids across the scratched up metal surface; breathed out as a broken little whine into the phone receiver during his weekly two minute phone calls, when he inconspicuously stains the inside of his jumpsuit with thick, hot cum; in his letters, scrawled across the soiled page in his sloppy handwriting, when he details all of the things he wants to do to you, when he responds to all of the things you said you’d do to him.

The guards know, of course—you’re pretty sure they know all of it, all about the nasty, naughty pictures you routinely deliver to your nii-san every Monday, the grotesque phone calls the two of you have perfected, the devilish letters you send one another, filled with vile thoughts and foul promises.

You’re pretty sure they get off on it, too. They must; why else would they allow it to continue otherwise?

The notion inspires a rush of shameful thrills to shoot through you, leaving your blood tingling and your chest giddy and heat seeping through the floor of your tummy, and you know it does the same for Kazutora, too. He’d at least try to hide it better if it didn’t. You know he would.

And as perverted and nefarious as it all is, as horrible and sordid as you feel, it’d be a lie if you said you didn’t look forward to taking those photographs every week for him, if you said you didn’t feel a dizzying anticipation when coming up with new poses and angles, if you said you didn’t anxiously await his weekly letter, eager to know his thoughts, to read his praise.

Your big brother is a sick, depraved man.

He always has been.

You’ve always known it, because you are a sick, depraved little girl, too.

You may not share blood, but those family roots run deep, twisted and tangled at the pits of your souls, irrevocably knotted so long ago that they’ve fused into one mangled mass, unable to be undone.

And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Neither would he.

#kazutora smut #hanemiya kazutora smut #kazutora x you #kazutora x reader #hanemiya kazutora x you #my mac tried to autocorrect his last name to anemia lol??????#anyway AAAAAH FIRST TR PIECE WEEEEEEEEEE #can't believe it was with tora n not the haitanis but alas #the haitanis piece is quite a bit longer than this one #inky.tr

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minaturefics · 2 months

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Between the Shelves

Gift for @tolkien-fantasy ❤️: Gale x librarian!Reader, and a scene where he helps her get something from a high shelf.

A/N: My first time writing Gale - I tried very hard to get his speech and his mannerisms right. Hope you enjoy it friend!

Gale x librarian!Reader

Fem reader

No content warnings

1.9k words

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It was raining again in Waterdeep. The cool spring showers were yet to give way to the more temperate summer drizzles and the wind still held the lingering chill of winter. The library, however, through arcane means, remained comfortably warm and dry. You looked up from the patron registry on the counter for a moment and surveyed the room.

There were only a few people milling about between the shelves, and one or two scholars sequestered away in the reading nooks poring over books. There was the soft whisper of turning pages, an occasional cough or sneeze, and the faint scratch of pen on paper. A slow morning, but that was a relief. At least you wouldn’t have to chase out handsy youths or deal with yet another patron accidentally setting fire to something.

Really, those wizards should know better than to mutter random incantations they find scrawled in the margins of books.

You glanced back down at the registry and your eyes lingered on one of the names. Gale Dekarios. Your fingers hovered above the neat, cursive script, and a wistful sigh escaped your lips. He had wandered in a few weeks ago and spent a good few hours perusing the shelves. He had stopped by the counter with a stack of books and, while you filled out the borrowing cards, had rambled on about how delighted he was to find such a quaint library.

From then on, it seemed as though Gale dropped by the library every few days. He would linger by the counter on his way in or out, commenting about the weather, chatting about some city gossip, or putting in a request for a new book or series of texts to be added to the library. He would lean on the counter, his robes stretching over his broad chest, and smile at you, his eyes alight with something you could not name.

But then he would be gone, and you would be left with your books and pens and the endless quiet, eyes always drifting towards the door, wondering when he would walk through again.

With a sigh, you stood up and stretched. Maybe it would be better to put the nervous hum underneath your skin to good use — there were books to sort and shelve. You turned towards the nearby cart and began organising the books, the rhythmic task pushing out thoughts of him.

Gale walked around his sitting room, gathering books into a small stack in his arms. Was that all of them? He checked their due dates to be sure, but he supposed if he missed one out it was a good excuse to drop by the library to see you again. For a moment, he was worried that perhaps he was being too obvious. But how could he not return again and again?

He had been enraptured the moment he stepped into the library and saw you in a beam of sunlight. The light had haloed your head, your auburn hair nearly gold, and your beautiful blue eyes had shone from behind your glasses.

“Off to the library again, Mr. Dekarios?” Tara asked from where sat curled up on the armchair. “You’ve been going an awful lot recently.”

“Yes, well,” he cleared his throat, “what can I say? They do house some interesting texts and tomes.”

“And also, perhaps, an interesting librarian too?” she asked with a smug smile.

“Tara!”

“I know it’s been a long while since you’ve… courted someone, but this is really no way to go about it.”

“I’m… taking things slow, just gauging her interest. If there is any. Gods, I hope there’s some.” He glanced at her. “There’s no harm in that, is there?”

“You can hardly gauge her interest when you are barely showing any. Chatting about the weather? Putting in requests? I would be hard pressed to call any of that romantic conversation.”

He looked down at the books in his arms. Was he truly going about it at a glacial pace? It had been some time since he attempted to woo, let alone flirt with, someone.

You were so lovely and funny, and he so out of practice, that he thought going slow would reduce the risk of him putting his foot in his mouth. But perhaps Tara was right — banal small talk was not conducive for anything more than a passing acquaintance.

“Wait, have you been spying on me?”

She blinked at him, eyes full of mischief, and then turned away and licked her paw, a clear dismissal. He shook his head and smiled, and headed out to the library.

“You’re looking wonderful as always,” a familiar voice said, and you turned. Gale stood by the counter with a stack of books and a smile on his face.

“Gale,” you greeted and placed the books you were sorting back onto the cart, trying not to flush at his words. “Back for more books?”

“Er, yes. I’m back for more books. This is a library after all, and a fine one at that. I say, I must commend your book borrowing system here with the cards and all that. It’s very — very —”

You blinked at him. “Old-fashioned?”

“Yes, perhaps, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing! Those larger libraries with their magical systems and arcane book tagging are at risk of interference if there are any fluctuations in the Weave. And of course, it’s quite nice to have the personal touch of one’s name written on a card and kept in a drawer.”

What was going on with Gale? He was usually quite chatty but this felt more like an anxious ramble than a casual conversation.

“I’m… glad you appreciate it,” you said, eyeing him.

“Especially in such a beautiful hand as yours. Were you formally trained at school in the art of penmanship?”

“Uh, no more than any other student.”

“Well,” he said with a slight bow of his head, “you have certainly outclassed your peers.”

A smile threatened to break over your face and you ducked your head to hide your rising blush. “Is there anything I can help you with today?”

“I was… hoping for a recommendation. Not for any of the arcane tomes, mind. Just… a regular book.”

“Alright,” you said slowly, taking his returned books and placing it on the desk to deal with later. You glanced around the library — it was fairly quiet and you could afford a few moments away from the counter. “We could have a look together if you’d like?”

His eyes lit up and a wide smile spread across his face. “Yes, please, after you.”

He walked beside you as you made your way down the aisle. “Are you looking for anything in particular?”

He shook his head. “I’d happily take one of your recommendations.”

He had a professorial look about him. Intellectual. Maybe he would enjoy some literary fiction? Or would that remind him too much of school? You turned down one of the aisle and paused in front of the wall of books. You scanned the spines, muttering the titles, thinking out loud.

“This one was well received by the critics, and this one here is good if you like something gothic, oh, but I suppose this might be good if you’re into —”

“What about the one up there? The, uh, the one with the spine of red and gold?”

You followed Gale’s gaze up to the book in question. “That? Well, I suppose no one can resist a good epic.”

You stretched, wobbling on the tips of your toes, and reached for it. Your hands scabbled at the air, fingertips just barely grazing the shelf the book was on. You landed back on your heels with a huff and glanced down the aisle. “I’ll need to find a footstool, if you don’t mind waiting, I’ll —”

The front of his robes brushed across your back. You could feel the warmth from him, smell his scent of musk and paper, hear his voice, low and rumbly from above you. “No need for that,” he said with a chuckle as he reached up.

Pressed between his body and the shelf, you could do nothing but stand there, enveloped by him. What terrible, wonderful torture, to have him so close and yet for him to mean nothing by it. You squeezed your eyes shut, whether wishing the moment would last longer, or be over quickly, you couldn’t decide. But then he was stepping back, moving away, and the cool air of the library rushed to meet your heated skin.

“There,” he said with satisfaction. You stared at the shelves, eyes focussing and unfocusing on the book titles. “Erm, everything alright?”

“Yes, yes of course,” you said in a rush, schooling your face into something neutral and whirling around to face him.

He was no more than a step away. “Are you sure?” He tilted his head a fraction, brows knitting. “You’re looking awfully flushed.”

You fought the urge to press the back of your hand to your cheek and you looked away.

“I’m perfectly fine, really.” The bell from the counter rang out and you jumped at the chance to hide how flustered you were . “Now if that’s all, I need to head back…”

“Wait. A moment, if you will.” His hand shot out to grasp your wrist, but he withdrew it just as quickly. “Forgive me. Um.” He cleared his throat. “I must confess I did not really come by for a book.”

“You… didn’t?” You frowned at him, confused. “I mean, all we have here are books. If you were in search of something else…”

“I am in search of something else, but I rather think what I’ve been searching for is right here.”

His eyes were soft and warm, his smile tender and affectionate.

You stared at him.

“Oh.”

“Yes, I…” He gestured awkwardly, the heavy book still in his hand, and gave a strained laugh. “I realised I haven’t been particularly clear in the past and it was at the behest of a… a friend… that I thought I should speak plainly.”

Your lips parted to reply, but he carried on, a rueful smile on his face.

“Now, I wouldn’t want to make things awkward for us, for you, I mean, especially here in your own library. If, well, if you do not reciprocate my interest, have no fear — I will take my patronage elsewhere and you will not have to worry about our paths crossing.” His smile faltered and his eyes grew sincere. “Truly, I will go if you ask.”

Your heart raced, your breath hitching in your throat, and you let out an incredulous exhale. “And… if I ask you to stay?”

A grin broke out across his face. “Why, then, I find I have no choice but to stay.”

You stood there for a moment, just looking at him, taking in the grey around his temples, the way his hair curled around his ear, the creases at the corners of his eyes.

“We can’t stay here forever, you know,” you said with a playful smile, “the library closes at seven.”

“A pity, forever in such a place would be a veritable paradise.” He laughed. “No matter, I can think of at least ten other places that we could go. The gardens, if you’re so inclined? Or maybe to one of those lovely little restaurants that opened up near the harbour?”

The bell rang out again and you glanced towards the counter. “Ah, I’m wanted at the front. But maybe later…?”

“I won’t keep you,” he said with a slight bow of his head. “Shall I meet you outside by the fountain? Seven?”

You nodded, already turning away, and threw a smile over your shoulder. “Until then.”

His eyes were full of promise and anticipation. “Until then.”

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I am 100% convinced Gale would try to flirt by complimenting you on your skills/abilities. Also 100% convinced Tara secretly keeps tabs on his attempts at dating.

#gale x tav #gale x reader #bg3 #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep

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curiousquirks · 2 years

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Kinktober (+18) | Day 26

Pairing: Mr. Compress | Atsuhiro Sako x Fem!Reader Prompts: Chains | Pussy Worship | Impregnation Content Warnings: Oral (Female Receiving), Overstimulation, Edging, Bondage (Chains), AFAB Dialogue Used For Reader, Pet Name Used (Darling), Breeding Kink, Dirty Talk Word Count: 1,404

Summary:

Cold metal chains wrapped around your wrists, digging in as you move around. Your body was sore and your breathing was rough, as your eyes struggled to stay open. Atsuhiro wasn't joking when he told you that you had a long day ahead of you.

Wiggling around had your wrists rubbing against the cold metal wrapped around them. They were starting to get sore, not unlike the rest of your body. Atsuhiro was insistent on keeping the room chilly, saying that he didn’t want you to get too warm. The past few hours had been spent with Atsuhiro between your legs in some manner, gently edging you before bringing you to your climax. Multiple times. And he still wasn’t finished, gently hushing your whines of protest.

“Please…I…I can’t handle anymore…” You whimpered, hips bucking against his fingers as he pressed into that sensitive spot inside of you. “A–Ahh…”

“Your body is still very responsive,” He said, his eyes meeting yours as he continued moving his fingers. “So I think you’ve got plenty left in you.”

A shiver ran down your spine as the cool air ghosted across your skin, your cunt pulsing as it throbbed from his assault. The pain mixed with the pleasure for so long you couldn’t tell the difference anymore. Your breathing staggered as you felt that coil tightening, again, as your bottom lip found comfort between your teeth. Your fingers clung desperately to the chains wrapped around your wrists, as they were your only stability. Just when you were right there at the edge, Atsuhiro stilled his movements forcing your tensed body to collapse against the bed.

The metal clanged against the bed frame, your hands moving to intentionally slam the chains against it. “Atsuhiro!” You cried out, exhausted. “Stop doing that! If you’re gonna torture me at least let me finish!”

“I fail to see how you’re being tortured.” He teased, licking up your slit slowly. “I’ve spent all this time giving you exactly what you’ve been begging me for.”

“I didn’t–” You tried to question before he cut you off.

“You always begged for pleasure, every single time. Didn’t you?” He asked before lifting his fingers up to his mouth, licking off all of your juices. He took his time as he savored your taste, clearly still intoxicated by you even after spending hours between your legs. “You’ve finished multiple times before now. I’m just delaying it over time so you learn to savor it, much like I am.”

Your face has long since been flushed, otherwise more would’ve coated your cheeks as you watched him clean off his fingers. You swallowed, rolling your eyes as you took this chance to catch your breath. Atsuhiro hasn’t given you very many breaks, not wanting to spend long without touching you.

“Are you telling me you aren’t enjoying yourself?” He asked, moving himself to see your face better. “You were singing praise not that long ago, darling.”

You wiggled in place as you struggled to keep eye contact with his intense gaze. “You’ve done a lot…You don’t have to keep going…” You tried reasoning. “You haven’t even finished yourself.”

Obviously he was doing this for you, at least that’s what you thought. He hasn’t gotten himself off once this whole time. “Oh, darling.” He cooed, grinning down at you. “I was waiting for you to get closer to your limit before I took you fully.”

“Besides, these past few hours were as much for you as they were for me.” Atsuhiro said as he moved himself up to straddle your waist, his throbbing erection pressing against your body. “I was enraptured by your beautiful body…I could spend the remainder of my days between your legs I assure you.” He leaned forward, his hot breath now against your ear. “I suppose I could spare you the assault of my tongue and fingers if you’d prefer my cock, hm?”

Your legs tensed around him, your hips bucking up against him unconsciously. He chuckled at your actions, pulling himself back as he gripped his cock before rubbing it against through the lips of your soaked cunt. “Was that a yes?” He asked, his playful eyes studying your face. “I thought you couldn’t handle anymore?”

You huffed, rolling your eyes as you tugged uselessly against the chains. “This is why I told you to give me breaks!” You defended, pouting. “Now that I’ve had the chance to breathe I can actually think clearly.”

“You can think clearly, can you?” He teased, slowly easing the tip of his cock into your entrance. “Then tell me what you want. I can’t read your mind.”

“You’re an ass.” You huffed again, trying to move your hips to force him further in. “That! I want that!”

“But I thought you hated teasing, darling?” He joked, his hands gripping your hips as he forced you to stay still. “I mean I know what I want, and if I was asked I would detail it instead of this simple way you’ve chosen to answer me.”

“Tell me.” You said, simply.

“Hm?” He asked, his face unreadable.

“Tell me.” You repeated, relaxing against the bed. “I want to hear what you want.”

“You’re not playing very fair.”

He buried himself quickly into your cunt without warning, a gasp choked out of your throat. Atsuhiro pushed your legs forward into your chest as he began moving his hips, slamming his cock into you. “What do I want?” He asked, punctuating every word with a deep thrust.

“To fill you up,” He continued, leaning closer to your face. “Not letting a drop escape as I made sure you stay full of my seed.”

You whined beneath him, your hands clinging to the chains above you. Your walls clenched and twitched around him, his words setting you on fire. “You..ahh…wanna knock me up?” You asked, smirking up at him. “Why haven’t you been fucking me..this whole time then?”

“I love you far too much to be so barbaric, darling.” He explained, his fingers digging into your skin as he moved your hips further off the bed. “Besides, your pussy is a delicacy to be savored and I assure you, I’ve wanted to fuck a baby into you since the first time we laid together.”

You moaned, not caring how sore your throat has been over the past hour. Your body felt on fire, nearing your edge rapidly as his hips slammed into yours. Your walls twitched around his cock, your juices leaking out of you as his cock stretched you in the best ways.

“Ohh yes,” You whimpered, your toes curling. “Use me please. Fill me up with all of your cum, mmm… I want your baby.”

He sunk his teeth into the skin of your leg, fingers digging further into your skin as he fully pressed your legs against your chest. He groaned audibly into your flesh as his hips began moving more erratically. Your teeth dug into your bottom lip, long since drawing blood as your eyes squeezed shut. Your release flowing through you as you screamed, clamping down around his cock. Your walls squeezed him for all they had, desperately coaxing his cum to coat them.

“I’m going to fuck you senseless every,” He groaned, slamming his cock against your cervix. “Fucking,” and again. “Day.” and again. “You’re going to be dripping my cum long after you’re swollen with my child.”

Atsuhiro was the only thing keeping your limp body in the position he wanted you in, your eyes heavy as you tried focusing on him. Little whines were the only thing you just mustered the strength to make as he thoroughly abused your cunt.

“You feel so unbelievably good, so fucking tight around me.” He panted, his hips starting to stutter as he reached his edge. “You want it?”

You nodded your head, rapidly, not trusting your voice. Your walls twitched around him, as he committed your fucked-out expression to memory. Your enthusiastic encouragement was all he needed, slamming and forcing his cum up against your cervix as he rode out his high. He stilled himself sheathed inside of you, panting above you.

He smiled down at you, as he tried catching his breath. Your eyes felt heavy, your limbs beyond sore and bruised. You watched him lean up, letting your legs fall beside his hips, as his hand reached forward to gently caress your stomach. You felt your breath catch in your throat as he rubbed it softly, his eyes flicking to yours.

“I certainly hope you meant what you’ve said, darling.” He said, his gaze intense again. “Because you’ve awoken a fire inside me that I’ve kept hidden for your protection.”

#mr compress x reader #atsuhiro sako x reader #bnha smut #kinktober 2022 #curiouskinks 2022 #mr compress #atsuhiro sako

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whisperofsong · 2 years

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Pairing: Bob Floyd x Female Reader

Summary: Bob takes you dancing, but your romantic evening is interrupted.

Note: I was going to write and publish this next week, but couldn’t resist working on it tonight. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it😇

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Your cheeks are still cooling off from Bob’s reaction to your outfit. When his eyes took in your snug, lacy black dress, you were certain they were going to bulge out of their sockets. He stood frozen in place with his mouth agape, enraptured by your beauty. Bob’s attempt at complimenting you resulted in a coughing fit, so you darted into the house to fetch him a glass of water.

After taking several gulps of it, Bob cleared his throat a bit awkwardly and tried again. “You look stunning, Y/N. Really. Just…stunning.” You leaned forward to peck him lightly on the cheek and felt him draw in a breath at the contact.

“Everything okay?” you asked.

“Y-yes. Everything’s okay.” He smiled and although he didn’t vocalize it, it was evident he was still distracted by your ensemble.

Now you’re sitting in the passenger seat as Bob drives you to a place he refers to as special, but has declined disclosing additional details. The only other thing he told you several days ago was to “look your best.” His earlier reaction confirmed you fulfilled his request. You smooth out your dress and Bob catches sight of this in his periphery.

“Are you nervous?”

“A little bit,” you answer. “Mainly because you didn’t tell me where we’re going and you’ve been driving for a while.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” he teases. “I just wanted to surprise you, do something different. I don’t want you to be nervous,” he explains softly.

“You know me,” you sigh. “It doesn’t take much to make me nervous,” you chuckle.

Bob pulls up to a red light and glances over at you. He moves closer so he can graze his palm against your cheek and examines your features for a few moments before he speaks again. He gently rubs the pad of his thumb across your cheek as if he’s memorizing the sensation of your skin against his, as if he’s trying his damndest to commit this moment to his memory.

“If you feel nervous at any point tonight, know that I’ll be beside you the entire time. And if you catch me smiling more than usual, it’s because I know I’m the luckiest man there because you’re my girl.”

“Bob,” you whisper. You reach your hand up to clasp his in your own and lean into his palm. You turn your head slightly. “Bob?”

“Hmm?” he mutters, his eyes fixated on you.

“The light’s green.”

“Oh!” He quickly drops his hand and returns it to the steering wheel, both of you laughing at his distracted state.

Ten minutes later, Bob pulls up to a moderately-sized building with blue lights decorating the outside. You give him a questioning look.

“You uh…You often lament that no one really dances anymore and I know for a fact that real dancing…is in there,” he confirms while pointing to the building ahead.

“So that’s why you instructed me to dress up. Bob Floyd, you’re one sly guy.”

He bows his head bashfully and scratches his neck. “When I need to be,” he responds quietly. He takes the key out of the ignition and exits the driver’s side. He jogs to the passenger side and opens the door for you, an eager smile plastered on his face. He then extends his hand and you take it immediately.

When he leads you inside, you’re taken aback by the throng of people that have taken residence near the bar as well as those crowding the dance floor. You hesitate as Bob moves forward and he peers behind him, sensing your reluctance. He squeezes your hand tenderly and you return the action before following him.

Bob pauses just outside the edge of the dance floor and you gaze at him, subtly shaking your head. He understands because he doesn’t press you, but remains by your side and encircles his hand around your waist as you observe the lively scene.

You’re content to be with Bob and are satisfied with watching the people and slightly swaying your hips to the music. Eventually, the closing notes of the current song transition into a different one and it’s one you recognize instantaneously. In fact, it’s a favorite of yours and Bob has knowledge of this, too, because he looks at you with raises eyebrows.

“Shall we?” he asks.

You nod excitedly and he guides you to a small space on the dance floor that isn’t occupied. You expect to just freestyle, but Bob takes your hand and begins to lead you. You’re awestruck by his rhythm and languid movements, never suspecting he had such abilities. He ducks his head momentarily before lifting it to reveal a childlike grin. “I’ve been uh…taking lessons.”

“I’ll say. Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“I wanted to wait until I had enough practice. Until I was good enough to dance with you.” He shoots you a small smile and you tug him forward, causing him to stumble as you lean your forehead against his. “I love you, Bob Floyd.”

“I love you, Y/N Y/L/N.”

The two of you continue dancing as the songs blend into one another and in time, you’re no longer apprehensive, but instead embracing the experience and living in the moment. After the fifth song, you and Bob are both winded and he offers to get you both drinks. He heads to the bar and you step to the side and wait for him to return. You’re parched, but know it will be a while when you swivel your head and take note of the flurry of customers surrounding the bar.

As you wait, a man a little older than you, but right around Bob’s age, passes by you and roughly squeezes your behind. You jolt at the unwelcome advance and stare at him as he continues walking ahead, acting as if the incident never occurred. Although you’re cognizant that occurrences like these are not uncommon, it doesn’t reduce the discomfort you feel. Even though you try to shirk this discomfort, the incident remains at the forefront of your mind.

Approximately five minutes later, Bob returns with full hands, but immediately notices your crestfallen expression. “What’s wrong?” he asks.

You turn towards him and nervously gnaw at your bottom lip before recounting the details to Bob.

His eyes widen as he shouts, “What?! Who?” he prompts, looking around the bar in a frenzied manner.

You join him in surveying the crowd until your eyes land upon the perpetrator. He’s laughing at a tabletop with friends, appearing as if he doesn’t harbor a care in the world. You subtly nod at him and observe Bob’s face harden.

“Bob, let’s just leave it-“ but before you can finish your sentence, Bob is already approaching the guy with a determined gait. You trail behind him with your face contorted in worry.

The guy abruptly ends his conversation with his friends when he sees you and Bob. His former carefree expression morphs into a serious one.

“I heard you grabbed my girl,” Bob states in a matter-of-fact tone.

The guy looks directly into Bob’s eyes and feigns innocence. “My hand accidentally moved against her as I was walking by. It’s packed in here, man. You can’t seriously blame me for that,” he says smoothly.

While some may see Bob as serene and measured in this moment, you know he’s seething underneath.

“It wasn’t an accident and you know it,” Bob corrects firmly.

The guy shakes his head and has the audacity to laugh. “Whatever, man.”

You brush your hand against Bob’s shoulder in an attempt to reel him back in. “C’mon, Bob. Let’s go back to dancing.” When he turns and you peer into his eyes, there’s a reflection of sadness mixed with longing. However, his shoulders slump and it seems he’s in compliance.

Bob turns away from the guy, but swiftly faces him once again and punches him so forcefully that the guy knocks into the table, jostling the glasses filled with alcohol, and grabs the edge to maintain his balance.

Bob grabs you by the elbow and whisks you away from the scene, breathing heavily as he makes his way towards the exit with you in tow. When Bob feels a tap on his shoulder, he turns around only to be met with the guy’s fist and his glasses go flying through the air. They land on the floor in two pieces. Before the barbarian can strike again, his friends grab and restrain him.

“You can have her! Take the slut home for all I care,” the guy spits venomously.

Bob is prepared to continue what he started, but you hold your arm against him and move his face so that you’re in his line of vision. His eyes are wild with rage, a look you’re not accustomed to, and he’s breathing rapidly. “Enough,” you tell him. “It’s time to go home.” He briefly hesitates before nodding and you reach down to retrieve his broken glasses from the sticky floor.

You drive the two of you back to your place considering his vision is significantly compromised without his glasses. Silence permeates the car and you’re gripping the steering wheel as a result of being rattled by the scuffle that just transpired on what was supposed to be a fun Friday night. Occasionally, you steal glances at Bob, but every time you peek at him, his head is down and he’s staring solemnly at his lap. You can only imagine the thoughts running rampant in his mind and hope he’ll be more vocal once you’re home.

When you park the car, Bob yanks the passenger door open and you’re left shuffling behind him. “Bob!” you call out, but he ignores you, continuing to walk ahead of you.

“Bob, stop!” you try again, but your efforts are futile because he’s unresponsive. He waits for you to open the door and allows you to walk in first only to enter behind you and slam the door shut. He leans his forehead against it in a resigned manner and you lean against it, too, while placing your hand gently on his arm. “Bob, talk to me.”

He takes several deep breaths and you’re expecting him to fire off like a canon, anticipating angry words and possibly shouting. But no. Bob begins to cry. Silent tears roll down his plump cheeks and the sight alone claws at your heart.

“I’m supposed to protect you.” He can barely utter the words.

You decide against responding as you feel it’s best to just let him talk.

“I’m supposed to protect you, Y/N. I promised to be by your side the entire time and I wasn’t. Look what happened.”

“Bob, I don’t hold that against you.”

“It doesn’t matter!” You somewhat recoil at his raised voice.

“I wasn’t there for you and I wish I could take it back. But I can’t,” he blubbers.

You step forward and pull him into your arms, holding him by his nape. He rests his head on your shoulder and softly cries, the sound muffled as a result of his face being pressed into you. His hands move to wrap around your waist and he clutches your sides. You hold him and pepper the side of his face with gentle kisses. “It’s okay, Bob.”

“But it’s not o-“

“It’s okay,” you reassure him. You hold him for a few more minutes as he works through his emotional release. When he lifts his head, his lips are damp with tears and snot and his eyes are puffy. You instruct him to sit while you grab some tissues and tape.

Bob accepts the tissues and cleans up while you attempt to mend his glasses. It’s a temporary fix, but it’ll do so that he can wear them in the meantime. He watches you intently as you gingerly wrap a minuscule piece of tape around the metal wire that connects the lenses. Once you test its durability, you hand the glasses to Bob and signal for him to try them on.

“Good as new,” you remark with a smile once his glasses are back where they belong.

“Thank you, Y/N. Even though…” his voice trails off and he lowers his head, so you move your head to catch his attention.

“What?” you prompt softly.

“Even though…I should be the one taking care of you.”

You close your eyes and sigh. You sit in his lap, straddling his thighs, and press your palms against his chest. He eyes you with a forlorn look and you know he needs you now more than ever, so you tuck your fingers underneath his chin to prevent him from looking elsewhere.

“Listen to me and listen to me good, Bob Floyd. We’re in a relationship and a good relationship involves reciprocity. You take care of me and I take care of you. We take care of each other. You took me dancing, you took clandestine dancing lessons, you defended my honor, and you shower me with so much love. Every. Single. Day. Each word is enunciated with a kiss on his lips.

“So when I occasionally take care of you and need to repair your glasses, you’re going to let me. Got that?”

He nods seriously. “Yes. Yes Y/N. I love you.”

“And I love you,” you reply. He runs his hand appreciatively through your hair before kissing you.

When he breaks away from you, he smirks.

“What?” you question.

“It’s just…if I had known you were going to be this bossy when I asked you out-“

“Hey!” You playfully smack his chest and the two of you laugh in unison.

“I’m just kidding. I think I kinda like it,” he admits shyly.

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boysbellyrubs · 9 months

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a little stuffing between the lovely Alistair and Nikau.

a cw for talk of weight gain and a little sexual talk ig. also sorry if the formatting is ass i posted from my phone.

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“Ready baby?”

Alistair nodded, staring more at the bottle in Nikau’s hand rather than the man himself. He had been anticipating this all day, an excitement buzzing under his skin.

Nikau smiled at his eager boyfriend, uncapping the lid of the Sprite and positioning himself poised over Alistair’s thighs. He felt Alistair’s hands creep up his back, sitting snugly on the jut of his hips. Alistair was wearing a tighter fitting shirt, one he had outgrown from a few years ago and sweatpants. His hair was loose. They had eaten dinner around an hour ago, wanting to let Alistair’s body start to digest rather than shoving a bunch of bubbles on top of his food.

Alistair leaned forward and took the bottle into his mouth while Nikau tipped it forward. He was gentle to begin, the liquid slowly going down as Alistair swallowed. He tapped Nikau’s back to let him know he needed to breathe.

He threw his head back, took a gasp and let out a belch. He chuckled. “That was a big one.” He patted his belly and leant forward again, guzzling down the lemonade. He was already feeling full from only a quarter of the bottle, and it was a 2L bottle so he still had a long way to go. Nikau stared, enraptured at his boyfriend’s pace. His belly was filling up steadily, the shirt riding up and his waistband getting a little tighter. Nikau so desperately wanted to put his hands on him.

Another tap and Nikau dropped the bottle and held it up. There was only half left. He smiled at Alistair. “You’re drinking this really fast. How’s this belly?” He let his left hand graze the tightest part, the highest part of Alistair’s belly. It was almost revealed, his shirt clinging to his belly button as he indulged. Alistair whined, burped and stared down at his swollen stomach.

“Let’s take a break for a second. I’m full as fuck.” His hands drifted off Nikau and onto his own tummy, cupping the underside. He moaned as rubbed outwards, lifting it off his lap and sloshing the contents inside. He squeezed his softer lower belly. “I’ve really put on weight here, it’s still soft even when I’m stuffed.”

Nikau agreed, “Well you’re not even halfway done, sweetheart. Think you can finish it?” He whispered into Alistair’s ear, pushing down on his belly with his hand. Alistair burped and nodded, trying to push Nikau off his sensitive stomach. “Good. I want your belly nice and round, okay?”

“Okay.”

Nikau sat back up and lifted the bottle back to Alistair’s lips. They both didn’t break eye contact as Alistair opened his mouth to let Nikau push the bottle in before starting to drink again. Nikau watched his belly inflate more, shirt slowly riding up until it was barely staying down. He pulled it up automatically, now staring at the pale flesh of Alistair’s belly. How he loved this.

They hadn’t intentionally been making Alistair gain weight, it had just happened with the two of them having bigger meals and Alistair cleaning up Nikau’s leftovers. They were also indulging in more stuffing sessions, stress relief and all that. It was just some more pudge over his belly and thighs and his face becoming a little rounder. Alistair was perfectly okay with it, he had always been quite skinny and putting on weight made him feel comfortable, he was loved by Nikau no matter what size or shape.

But, with the new weight, Nikau couldn’t keep his hands off Alistair. While they were sleeping, Nikau’s hand would find its way over his belly (which was often filled with food) and he would softly rub the skin there. He would wind his arms around Alistair from behind, touching over his love handles and cupping the swell of his lower belly. Squeezing his thighs. Kissing the roll that sat on his lap whenever he was lounging. He enjoyed this Alistair, knowing that he was comfortable enough to gain weight and not feel bad about it.

Right now though, he enjoyed seeing the soft flesh swell and tighten as Alistair packed away more Sprite. He squeezed his eyes shut with the next swallow and pushed the bottle away with his own hand, a spectacular burp rumbling up from his stomach. He moaned and pushed a hand into his belly, forcing up another. It gurgled at him and he whined. Nikau scooched back a little and kissed his skin, hearing the contents swirling and bubbling under the skin. He smiled.

“Feeling alright?”

Alistair nodded, unable to speak. He stuck his hand between their bodies and pulled down his waistband, the tight elastic now sitting snugly under his expanded stomach. He moaned while he rubbed at the red marks, fingers drifting over his belly button. Nikau joined his hands with his own, soothing over the angry lines and squeezing the sides of his stomach, the fat there still soft. He kissed Alistair.

“I love you, baby. I love this tummy.” He squeezed again, hands now moving towards the tightest part. He dappled his fingers across it, gently tending to his boyfriend’s achy stomach. He looked at the bottle of Sprite on the bedside table. “Only a little left. Do you think you can do it?”

At first Alistair seemed hesitant, hands coming to rest where Nikau’s were. He eyed the bottle, then Nikau. “Okay, but go slow.”

“Of course.”

Nikau reached for the bottle and let Alistair take a big breath before allowing him to start drinking. He tipped it gently, not wanting to cause Alistair to be sick, and watched his throat work. He let his left hand drop and come down to Alistair’s stomach, slowly rubbing in circles as the last of the lemonade was put away. His stomach was completely rounded out, swollen and sitting in both of their laps. Nikau kissed his belly as the last drop of Sprite went down and tossed the empty bottle aside.

“Good job, sweetheart. Such a good boy for me, now let me rub your stomach, you deserve it.”

He started in the middle, where the tightness morphed into softness, pressing in and pushing up a burp from his boyfriend. It was small and didn’t really give him any relief, so he tried again and a rumble travelled its way up to his throat and a belch burst through his mouth. Alistair’s body sagged as it was released, the pressure finally going down a little. Nikau kissed his belly again, dipping his hands lower and squeezing Alistair’s love handles.

“You just can’t- urrp- keep your hands off me, huh?”

Nikau chuckled. “Nope. Your tummy is gorgeous, baby. I need more hands to feel all of it at once,” As he was talking, Alistair hiccuped and his belly sloshed in Nikau’s hands. He whined and arched his back. “Needy, aren’t we?” He teased. He pushed deep into the tight skin. Alistair groaned.

“Not so hard. You’ll make me sick.” His hand was covering his mouth. Alistair’s forehead was creased, a red blush coated his cheeks and his eyes were sinfully half-lidded. Nikau was fighting every demon to not ravish him right then and there. He stuck with touching Alistair’s full belly, loving the noises coming out of both his belly and his boyfriend. A belch rang out making Alistair lurch forward a little.

“Oops, sorry. Almost lost it.”

Nikau groaned. The things Alistair said were shooting straight to his cock. He put his head right on Alistair’s belly, unable to contain himself, and heard every gurgle in high quality. He felt his stomach jolt and suddenly a bunch of bubbles rocketed up inside him and Alistair burped up a thick wet belch. He moaned loudly.

“Fuck, Nik. I can’t hold them back.” He belched again. It gurgled in his throat and sounded like it fell perfectly from his lips.

Nikau raised his head. “I didn’t think burps were attractive until I met you, Star.”

Alistair laughed and Nikau wanted to just kiss the smile off his face. He held Alistair’s tummy as he laughed, the lemonade sloshing in his tight belly. “Careful, don’t wanna lose all of this.” He kissed it again.

“I won’t. If you keep kissing it like that I’ll be fine.”

Nikau moved off Alistair’s legs, instead slotting himself beside him. He put one hand on Alistair’s belly, caressing it gently. He kissed Alistair’s temple and the boy let his head drop on to Nikau’s shoulder. Alistair’s hand sat atop his stomach too, his fingers slowly pushing in and around to bring up some more burps.

There was a loud grumble from his middle, Alistair’s back arching upwards in a quick moment. He moaned, a burp catching in his throat.

“Ooh, god. My belly…” He whined out. “Rub my tummy.”

Nikau had an idea. “Lean forward a little, lovely. I’ll sit behind you and rub it.” Getting Alistair to move forward was a little difficult, but Nikau was able to slot in behind him and put both hands on his boyfriend’s middle. Immediately, Alistair sunk into Nikau and let himself be cared for.

Everytime Nikau pushed down just a little, Alistair’s throat jumped with a belch. He moaned, and whined after each one, and Nikau slowly but surely felt his stomach deflate and the skin became softer. He let his hand drift lower and shook Alistair’s fat lower tummy. It was sinful how much he loved it. He kissed Alistair’s nape.

“You enjoying yourself?” Alistair patted his hand, laughing a little.

Nikau hummed, nodding into Alistair’s hair. “You’re so hot. I want to eat your belly.”

“Oh my god, please don’t.”

“I don’t know. It’s just so cute.” Nikau let his finger dip into his boyfriend’s belly button, thumb moving gently along the skin beside it.

There were little gurgles coming from Alistair’s belly, and ones that didn’t sound like digestion. Nikau chuckled.

“Are you seriously getting hungry again? I could grab you some of the leftovers?” He kissed him again, the soft part of his neck, and let his hands scoop underneath Alistair’s stomach and stay there.

Alistair made a humming noise. “Maybe. Only if you feed it to me.”

“Sure thing.” He patted his tummy, a hollow noise emanating out. “Stay put.”

“I don’t think I’d be able to move anywhere even if I tried.”

#stuffing #weight gain #no emeto #belly rubs #burping #belly kink #burp kink #oc’s #Alistair #Nikau #tummy rubs

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kurlyfrasier · 1 year

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Silent Cargo (part 1/prologue)

Pairing: Mand’alor Din Djarin x Reader

Synopsis: What’s a Mand’alor to do when you’ll talk to everybody but him? Or: Din is really unhappy about people hurting you.

Words: 550ish

A/N: This is a short one, the next couple, at the very least, are longer. This part is also written a little differently than the rest of the story. I’m just ignoring it for now lol

Warnings: implied/allusions to violence, hurt reader, no use of y/n, angry!Din, pining, angst.

Disclaimer for entire fic: I do not own Star Wars/Mandalorian anything. There will be OCs, I know very little about Star Wars/Mandalorian lore, so I apologize now. I use mandoa.org for all Mando’a words/translations/pronunciations and mostly use Wookieepedia for basically everything else.

Din had found you bloodied and bruised several standard weeks ago and still, his fury had not abated as you sat, silent in the co-pilot seat, Grogu asleep on your lap. You had yet to say a word since that fateful day and it… unnerved him. Typically, he liked the quiet of space as he traveled. Usually, he used silence as a weapon himself. But with you, he felt lost, not knowing what to do or how to make you comfortable enough to speak. His silent fury rose again as he thought about that night. You slept for almost a week while he nursed you back to health, barely breathing the first few days. When you woke he had planned to interrogate you to the fullest, wondering what had happened. Wanting to avenge you.

That’s what threw him off the most. The sudden need to hurt those who had hurt you, albeit with a slow, painful death. He had never met you. Didn’t know your name. And you would likely scream the moment you realized what he was. A Mandalorian. Known as the most ruthless, heartless warriors in the galaxy, let alone that he was king. Din promised himself that if you lived, he would hunt the bastard down who had done this with a vengeance he had only ever known for his child.

When you did awaken, his interrogation turned into gentle questioning. When that didn’t work, he tried coaxing it out of you, but you would only give him a sad smile and shake your head in a way that told him you’d rather not say. You would barely meet his T-visor gaze.

“Why,” he had asked - demanded, really - through gritted teeth. And still, you would not speak. He wondered if a fear of himself is what kept you silent, but he refused to ask, knowing the answer would likely shatter him to his soul. He wouldn’t be able to handle that. He preferred not to think about it, either.

After weeks of planet hopping to see friends and colleagues failed to get you to open up, he set coordinates for Mandalore. They were kind to you, like he expected - especially Omera - and all you would do was listen by his side, enraptured by their homeworld tales; fictional or otherwise. When he would walk a perimeter or find a cantina for local information on any bounties he could grab, you would follow, never once straying further than an arm’s length away. Realizing you had no plans of leaving his side for any length of time, thoughts of catching bounties quickly fled. Din hoped it was a sign that he made you feel safe.

“Prepare yourself for landing,” he forced himself to speak calmly as he came back to the present. Through the transparasteel, Mandalore was in full view. Grogu’s squeal of delight made him smile under the helmet, vaguely wondering when he had awoken. “Me too, kid,” was barely caught by the modulator, but Grogu’s ears perked up and those big, dark eyes peered up at him, smiling wide. Joy proved to be infectious as Din watched your head bob between the kid and Mandalore, a rare, bright smile on your face. He hoped that smile didn’t fade when you were surrounded by hundreds of Mandalorians.

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ridiculoussquid · 4 months

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A King is a King

A White Calf gift for @babe-bombadil for the @whiteoliphaunt Exchange 2023! Happy New Year!

Rating: G

Characters: Thorin, Fíli, Kíli, Dís

Length: 1279

Warnings: None

Summary: Thorin tells his nephews a bedtime story about the Elvenking despite Dís advising him not to. He is less than thrilled with the consequences…

This is also on AO3, in case you prefer to read it there:

“Are you sure they are old enough for this kind of story?” Dís asked quietly. “I don’t want the boys to get nightmares.”

“I’m no longer a baby!” Fíli protested. “Of course I’m old enough to hear it!”

“So am I!” Kíli exclaimed, scared to be left out. “I can even tie my own boot laces!”

Dís raised an eyebrow, remembering how she had needed nearly half an hour today to get him out of his boots due to his completely knotted and tangled shoelaces.

“I’m sure they’re old enough for this story,” Thorin said. “And they do need to hear about certain things sooner or later.”

“Fine, if you are sure. But you will be the one to make them hot milk and sit with them if they do get nightmares. And from now on, you will be in charge of assisting Kíli with his boots if he needs help.”

“I won’t need help!” Kíli insisted.

“Alright, it’s a deal,” Thorin said solemnly, extending his hand pompously.

Dís rolled her eyes but shook it.

“Can we hear the story now?” Fíli asked, bouncing his leg and braiding the edge of his blanket.

“Of course,” Thorin said, settling down on a chair between the beds of his nephews.

“A long, long time ago, when the mountains were younger, the moon was brighter and the kingdom of the Lonely Mountain thrived, there lived an evil Elvenking in a dark forest. He was ancient, and he thought himself wise and just, but the truth was that he was cruel and thought only of his own advantage.”

The candle flickered, bathing the room in warm light. Thorin enjoyed watching the emotions flicker across his nephews’ enraptured faces as he told the story.

A few days later, Thorin returned from the forge, his feet crunching as he walked through the thick snow that was still falling. As he approached their dwelling, he heard the sound of his nephews discussing something in terse murmurs, a sure sign that they were about to start arguing.

“I’m older, I get to decide!” Fíli was saying.

“Get to decide what?” Thorin asked, stepping through the gate.

“Uncle Thorin!” Kíli came running and threw his arms around Thorin.

“You’re back!” Fíli said, hopping down from a boulder that lay close to the entrance to their dwelling.

“I am indeed. And maybe I can help you settle whatever you were discussing.”

Fíli looked sceptical before his face lit up. “You can play him! You’re the tallest person in the settlement!”

Kíli nodded. “Yes! The tallest person in the entire Blue Mountains! And then I won’t have to play him.”

“Who do I have to play?” Thorin asked, rather amused at being able to solve the whole affair so easily.

“The evil Elvenking!” Kíli crowed. “We’re going to play the story you told us!”

Thorin choked on his own spit. “Or I could play… I don’t know… King Thrór? Or perhaps a dwarven warrior… or a man from Dale.”

“No, I’m going to play King Thrór. We need someone to play the Elvenking,” Fíli said.

“And I’m King Girion!”

“We could play something different,” Thorin tried to suggest. “Perhaps how Durin led the first dwarves into battle?”

The dwarflings both groaned.

“We play that all the time!” Kíli protested.

“We want to play the new story!” Fíli said.

Thorin looked longingly at the door to the dwelling and was surprised to see Dís standing there.

“Look, there’s your Amad! We should probably help her get dinner ready.”

Dís shook her head. “Don’t worry about that, the stew just has to simmer a while longer. You go ahead and play.”

“But perhaps I could watch the stew, and you join your sons,” Thorin attempted desperately.

Kíli looked his mother up and down sceptically. “No. She doesn’t fit.”

Fíli nodded. “Amad isn’t elf-like enough.”

“But I am?!”

Fíli nodded earnestly. “You’re tall. And fairly skinny, for a grown-up. You have less beard than Amad too. You’ll make a great Elvenking!”

Thorin spluttered.

“I told you not to tell them that story. Now you get to deal with the consequences,” Dís said in a far sweeter tone than the words merited. “Have fun!”

Thorin sighed, accepting his fate. “So, what do I have to do?”

“You need a crown!” Fíli decided.

“Yes! The leaf crown!” Kíli agreed.

They hurried to gather some oak twigs that still had the brown autumn leaves attached, and Thorin showed them how to braid them into a crown. Soon, Thorin had two leaf crowns sitting upon his head, adorned with additional leaves stuck in where the twigs were too sparse where leaves had fallen off while being braided.

“Now you’re a very pretty Elvenking!” Kíli proclaimed. “And you can fight us.”

“He needs something to ride on first,” Fíli realized.

“We could get one of the goats from the stable,” Kíli pondered.

“I doubt they would enjoy that,” Thorin interjected. “They aren’t battle goats, they’re milk goats.”

“We could build a snow oliphaunt for you.”

“The Elvenking rides an elk, not an oliphaunt,” Fíli said.

“It was an elk,” Thorin agreed. “But building it out of snow is a great idea, Kili. We could use this boulder as the body, then we don’t have to build as much and I can sit on it.”

Thorin showed them how to roll the snow into balls and helped them push them towards the boulder. He kept having to set his crowns back onto his head since they had a tendency of slipping down. Together, they shaped the head and an awkward approximation of the legs. And if the elk was indistinguishable from an oliphaunt in the end, well, it was the process that counted.

Fíli found Thorin a long stick that doubled as both sceptre and sword. Then, Thorin had to mount his white oliphaunt-elk and declare war on all dwarves that had ever lived.

The improvised sword-fighting that followed soon turned into a full-blown snowball fight, which in turn developed into wrestling in the snow. Alliances were forgotten, leaf crowns fell off, braids unravelled and dwarflings giggled.

Thorin suspected that Dís had already been watching them for a long time before she called them in for dinner with a grin on her face.

It took Thorin quite a while to undo Kíli’s snow-caked shoelaces and wrestle off his boots, but even that only dampened the floor and not their moods.

Thorin woke up with a start. He was drenched with sweat, and he could still smell the flames and see the Elvenking’s sneering face in front of his eyes.

He took a deep breath, sat up and lit a candle. Dís was right. He really shouldn’t have told his nephews that story.

Tiptoeing as quietly as possible, Thorin made his way to the door to his nephews’ room. Fíli was sleeping deep and peacefully. Kíli on the other hand was twitching in his sleep. Thorin was worried for a moment.

“Got you,” Kíli mumbled in his sleep and giggled.

Thorin smiled. It seemed his nephews were made of harder stuff than he was.

“Is everything alright?” Dís asked quietly behind him.

“I had a nightmare, that’s all. Everything is fine with the boys.”

“I told you not to tell that story,” Dís said with a wry grin. “I said I wouldn’t be heating up any milk, but I’ll keep you company while you do so yourself.”

Thorin grinned. “My sister is always a woman of principles, isn’t she?”

Dís gave his shoulder a light shove. “You’re lucky to have me.”

Thorin followed her into the kitchen and silently agreed. He really was lucky to have her and his nephews.

#wo2023 #gift exchange

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iggydabirdkid · 11 months

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Heyo! This is the second of the 6 drawings I have planned for Pride Month!

The Relics Trilogy is one I thoroughly enjoyed, and the ending legitimately made me cry. It was perfect and I loved it so much. So this is a little thing I drew and wrote for my Olivia Spillane and Esme Fairfield. +++++

We Have the Time

“Esme? Sweetheart? Where are you?”

You stand at the bottom of the stairwell as you shout, hands cupped around your mouth and your voice echoing back at you from the emptiness of the lofty entrance hall. Silence is all that greats you and you sigh, your foot beginning a nervous tap the sound dulled somewhat by the plush red carpet on which you stand. You remove your fob watch from the pocket of your faded waistcoat to check the time which only results in your free hand starting a restless drumming against your thigh.

“Esme! We’re going to be late!” You shout again, slipping the watch back into its resting place as the familiar sound of loud yet fond laughter spills into the lobby from above.

“Late for what Darling?” comes the amused reply soon after, accompanied by the sound of footsteps making their way down the winding staircase, “We’re in no hurry!” Esme’s laugh tickles your ears as she finally comes into view, standing atop the landing in a dress of green and yellow backlit by the rare occurrence of early afternoon sun. As she starts her way down the last lot of stairs towards you you find yourself enraptured by her visage, “I know we’re both used to rushing around…” she starts as her foot leaves the last step and the sun abandons her form, “And normally Darling you know I would be all for it.” She wears an easy smile as she strides over, stopping just before you and reaching to cup your face with her soft hands, “But right now, I’d just like to enjoy the day with you. We have the time.” She smiles and the fingers that had been pitter-pattering against your leg stop their motions the same time as your foot rests perfectly still against the carpet.

You huff out a small laugh before leaning forwards, Esme meeting you halfway in a brief yet sweet kiss, “I’m sorry. I guess it’s still hard for me to relax after everything.”

“You and me both.” The smile she gives you this time doesn’t quite reach her eyes and what years ago had started off as a merely a seed of guilt, before growing to a small sapling as it sent out roots and anchored itself into the center of your chest, sprouts even further. Unaware of your thoughts you watch as Esme steps back a few paces and looks you up and down, “Really?” she rolls her eyes yet still they twinkle, “You’re wearing your expedition gear to a picnic?” Though she teases you still link arms as you head towards the door.

“Isn’t that the same dress you wore to one of Rémy’s more tame parties?” You feel the corners of your lips quirk upwards as you fail to hide the grin that finds its home on your face. You continue speaking as you pull the creaking wooden door open and you both step into the pleasantly warm air of the day, “I’m surprised that you managed to get that stain out.”

“Oh quiet you!” she hushes as you pull the door shut, lock it up, and place the brass key safety into the pocket of your forest green pants. You laugh and the sound of crunching gravel fills the air as you walk across to your bright red Morris Eight, the top down and the picnic basket visible on the back seat. As you approach the vehicle you pull slightly ahead of Esme and open the passenger door, slipping your arm from hers as you mock bow.

“My lady,” you drawl in a ridiculous attempt at a British accent, “Your buggy awaits.” You receive a light slap on the shoulder and you straighten back up.

“Quit it!” Esme’s fixes you with a glare and you laugh, leaning towards her to place a kiss on her cheek.

“You know you love me,” you smile as she shakes her head with a sigh, squeezing your arm before stepping into the car. You shut the door, round to the driver’s side, and get in before turning in your seat you lean over into the back to open up the hinged lid of the wicker basket.

“Honey?” Esme’s voice reaches your ears as you roll up your sleeves to the crook of your elbows and begin checking through the contents of the basket.

“I just want to make sure that everything’s here,” you reply without turning to face her, “We don’t get a lot of days like this and I just want to make sure everything is perfect.” As you feel a hand gently place itself upon your shoulder you stiffen.

“Honey…” you stop your rummaging, “It doesn’t have to be perfect.” Esme squeezes your shoulder lightly but doesn’t let go, instead slowly but insistently she begins to pull you back up. You reluctantly allow her to do so, making sure the lid of the basket is closed and latched before turning back around completely.

“I…” you struggle to find the words as lay your arm across the back of your seat and your fingers begin to drum against the washed-out black leather.

“Olivia, it’ll be fine.” She smiles at you and the world seems brighter for it, “And if something is missing, though knowing you I doubt it will be-“ A hand rests against your restless fingers to stop the tapping you didn’t realize you were still doing, “We’ll adjust.” As her soft fingers curl around your own and squeeze you take a deep breath and sigh.

“Thank you Esme. You always know the right things to say.” You spare her a warm smile before pulling your arm away and righting yourself in your seat. You place the key in the ignition, turn it and hearing the comforting purr of your trusty cars engine puts you at ease. As you pull away from your home and begin to accelerate, Esme shouts to be heard above the wind,

“How about we take the scenic route!” You glance at her and she grins, “We have the time!”

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“This was a great idea Olivia,” Esme pats your knee with her free hand before taking a bite of her sandwich. You watch as she closes her eyes, a smile curving her lips as she turns her face into the sun to soak up its warmth.

All you do is watch her.

All you can do is watch her.

She looks nothing short of an Angel, and you feel all the more blessed to be allowed to bask in her radiance. You don’t realize you’re drumming your fingers on your thigh until Esme is looking at you with a frown, her eyes momentarily flicking down to your hand. You curl your fingers into your palm and give her what you hope is a convincing smile but you’re a shit liar and she knows your tells by now.

“Something’s bothering you. And don’t try and deny it.” She shakes her half-eaten sandwich at you and you snort a brief laugh as some of the fillings drop out.

“Just thinking about how lucky I am to have you.”

“That’s all well and good-“ You knew she’d be able to see through your feeble attempt at diverting her question, “- but you’ve been restless since you first woke up this morning.”

You sigh, “You’re right. I’m sorry. I just want this to be a nice day and I keep overthinking, and I know you said you don’t care about it being perfect but I want to make it perfect for you, and I know I’ve been rushing but weather like this hardly ever lasts long and-“ your rambling is stopped short as you watch Esme throw her sandwich to the side and tackle you to the ground. A squeak of surprise leaves your mouth as your back hits the scratchy fibers of the blanket beneath you.

“Olivia Spillane,” Esme mumbles as one of her arms flops over your waist. You smile and maneuver an arm beneath her, allowing her the rest her head upon your breast, “You think far too much.” You begin stroking your fingers through her golden hair, your other arm moving to grasp her upper arm and you pull her closer to you, “You always think so much. It’s what makes you you.” You hum in agreement, “But the war is over. We’re married. We have a stunning house and fantastic friends and you can afford to let your mind rest.”

“I just…”

“Shhhh,” Esme shushes you and you let out a soft laugh. She squeezes your waist and you lay your hand flat against her hair, drawing her just that bit closer to you as you rest a cheek atop her head and close your eyes against the glare of the sun overhead, “No thinking. No talking. We can just lay here, take in the sun, and relax.” You smile at her words, “We have the time.”

#first time I've written about these two #but ive been playing Relics again to get a feel for the characters #and its such a good series!#Olivia Spillane #Esme Fairfield #relics of the lost age #relics 3 #relics series

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first of all, thank you sharing such an interesting story with us… yes i’m obsessed and yes i’ve been playing and replaying and choosing diff options… im so enraptured!! just want to see everything that you’ve written. i do want to ask— i’ve only been able to trigger the sex scene with clear. from the beginning i’ve played as someone who has chosen romantic options for all 3 maybe that’s why only clear’s scene triggered when i go down her route. when i go down hana or valentina’s route we only kiss (and understand each other more or fight, respectively). i’m not sure if it’s cause i’ve been spreading myself thin🤣 sorry i just like them all. i want them all. valentina’s on thin ice but i still want her.

also wanted to know– i chose the same options but somehow triggered diff scenes??? one where i take the lead and one where clear does and i was wondering what goes into that? anyways. thank you for the new chapter. i’m obsessed.

thank you so much 💕💕💕 i'm really happy to hear that about the conversation with Hana. i had the exact same thought process, especially since i was going back and forth between the routes and wrote a bit of Valentina's route, where she talks about Standard and mentions his... preferences... it was something i knew i couldn't bring up with her while ignoring it with Hana. and of course the bathroom scene at the store was something i wrote first as well and again it just didn't feel right to talk about some of these things while blatantly ignoring Hana's specific lived experience that could potentially be very different (or similar!) from the mc's.

as for triggering different intimate scenes, it is possible you may just be right on the line stats-wise and picking just one different choice will push you over into the other variation of the scene. if you're more friendly with Clear, she'll allow you to lead, but if you've been more aggressive, she'll take the lead instead - it allows her to feel a little bit of control after the events of the last 24hrs & being thrown around like a toy. (and in general it is Clear's preference but two butches together and anything can happen...)

i said previously that getting one scene over the other doesn't necessarily mean you're "locked" into a bad route or anything, but it can give you an idea of where your relationship is with her in this chapter.

hopefully you've seen the posts about Valentina's route being bugged (you sent this a few days ago) and i hope you've been able to get it to work! her scenes work similarly as Clear's in that it depends on your rivalry/friendship with her, though her "friendly" scene is a little harder to get. and with both her and Hana you've had to gone with them on the hunt in ch2 or else you'll only get a little kissie ;)

thank you again for the kind words i really appreciate it 💗

#i think hana's one scene might be the hardest to get bc it doesnt rely on your relationship stats but on mc themselves #remaining cryptic here lol no one has said anything abt that scene with her yet #spoilers #ask #anonymous

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palaceofpassion · 2 years

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An Emerald in A Grassy Knoll

So I never did get to post this here, but here we go!

It’s super damned rough, cause this first chapter was posted like two years ago? I’ve been procrastinating cause of how long I made the entire thing and going back to fill in chapter 2 was always kind of looming over me. But I’m doing it now, and I plan to finish the entire thing. regardless, here ya go! Warning, Emerald is in a bad marriage to start.

There was once a girl with a dream, a dream to rise above her station to become someone better than her parents. She dreamed of a future where she’d find love, where she could live a life free of worry. Hoping, praying, and working her hardest, she strove forth to achieve that dream. However, as time went on she came to the realization that a few wrong choices could potentially alter her plans, crush her dreams, and ruin her life. She often thought to herself, how one different choice could have completely altered the failed path she found herself upon.

The young woman remembered when she was younger, when she lived a life of poverty with her parents only having the bare minimum to survive. She remembered nights where all she had to eat were a few pieces of bread. She remembered cold nights, where all she had was a simple sheet to keep her warm. She remembered how little time her parents spent with her, too busy on their own. She remembered how hard she had it, how much she hated it. But… she also remembered a time when a small boy reached out to her, when a large family brought her into their own and made her feel loved. She remembered them as the best things to enter her life, she remembered that time as the best of her life. Then she remembered, when her family moved ‘A new venture!’ her mother said.

Her heart broke that day, saying goodbye to the family and to the boy who held her heart in his hands. If she had struggled more, if she had run away, would her life have been different? Would she have been saved from the situation she found herself in? She didn’t know, but she knew that one couldn’t turn back the clock. Eventually though, she sprouted into her own and left her family to venture on her own path. However, another mistake she came across, enraptured by the tongue of a serpent she met a man, nay just a boy. She fell for his roguish charm, his striking good looks with hair of silver and eyes of grey as well as that that silver tongue. She believed his nature to be rough around the edges, but she believed that he would turn from coal into a diamond as he aged. However, she made a mistake; her feelings for him were true. She loved this boy and hoped to help steer him into the right path, but no matter how hard she tried it proved uselessly difficult.

She wanted to see the good in him, she knew that he had been raised in a harsh environment like her. He’d been raised by an abusive father, without a mother, she knew that he could change, she really did! Eventually they wed, it was unlike her dreams there was no fancy wedding, no friends filling the seats. No it had been a shotgun wedding, she hardly remembered the event, the entire thing taking a total of 20 or so minutes. Still she tried, however...

Every attempt at goodwill was squandered, he would ask her for money, she would hope he’d use it to change his life… he would gamble or… other things. Her heart hurt, how had she fallen so low to fall for such a man? How had she ended up marrying him, wedlocked for the rest of her life. She had… she had thought of freeing herself from his chains, but she couldn’t. Her funds had run dry, used and wasted by him for his more ‘carnal’ desires. Even their love life had become strained, dry as a desert. Over the last year or so she’d found that he wouldn’t look at her, not that she… she could smell it. The scent of another on him, she tried not to think about it.

She had to work two jobs to make ends meet, had to struggle to carry both of them while he went off and played. She tried to get him to work, he said he would always come up with an excuse, and yet when he found a job he would only last a week perhaps only a day, never able to bring home a stable income. So she struggled by herself, she should have left him, but her heart didn’t let her. She knew how hard it was to struggle, yet… yet she… eventually they moved. A new set of apartments were formed near them, made sturdy yet came at a cheap value. They had to take advantage of it, she wasn’t sure she could afford otherwise. The interview had been done online, she hadn’t even had to meet the landlord, but from what she could tell they seemed nice, polite even. He understood her plight and was willing to accept them, building a relationship on trust.

She felt herself overjoyed, finally something would go her way perhaps? So they moved, things went well, she could handle the price, but… he saw this. She knew she should have held her funds closer to her heart, she… she didn't have the strength to tell him no, when he begged… when he demanded she give him money. She should have… she couldn’t… Why was she so weak? Where had everything gone wrong? The poor girl felt her heart would crash. Eventually even living here became difficult, she barely saw her husband, and when she did he was drunk off his ass. She didn’t get to enjoy the limelights of life, didn’t get to have her youth.

And now? Now she may have nowhere to go, she knew that she would have to pay the rent eventually, but she didn’t have the funds. So… so she did what she had to do, she would talk with the Landlord, beg him for an extension and hope that he listened to her. She… she feared what it may come to, afraid that… she would be forced to do something she didn’t want to. But she couldn’t, she couldn’t allow herself or her ‘husband’ to be thrown out onto the streets. So the woman made her way into the unknown, thankfully the Landlord lived within the premise, from the messages they’d sent one another she’d learned it was because it made it easier to help out when needed. Something she was quite grateful for in the end.

Eventually she found herself on the doorstep, her heart pumped against her chest as her worries began to spread. She needed to do this, hopefully he wouldn’t think worse of her, hopefully he wouldn’t see about getting them kicked out. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK Her fist rasped against the door, “Coming!” An almost immediate response, she hadn’t expected him to be so quick on answering her. Eventually the door opened, revealing the man on the other side. She felt her heart skip a beat, something it hadn’t done since she’d met her husband for the first time. He had striking blue eyes, ones that were so full of life that she could practically see her reflection in them, a stark contrast to her husband's dimly lit grey. He had golden hair, loose and free lacking in the greasy hair products she was used to seeing. And he was tall, though she figured he was slightly shorter than… yeah she needed to stop comparing them… why was the young woman comparing them she wondered? “Oh uhm! Hello.” He reached his hand out to her, pausing a good distance away as he waited for her to shake it.

It took her a few minutes to fall out of her daze, “Oh! I’m sorry.” She took his hand as he gave her a firm yet gentle grip, a jolt of something she didn’t quite understand shot through her. “I uhm… I’m uh… my name is.” She was at a loss for words, her earlier worries amplified by the sudden shock of meeting the young man in front of her. “I’m…”

She felt his grip tighten slightly, then a quick release, “Hey it’s okay.” His voice was soft, soothing, it made her feel warm inside. “You’re… Mrs. Bl...” The young woman noticed a pause in his voice, his eyes falling over her as a sense of recognition began to fall upon him. She’d gotten ‘looks’ before, but never ones like that. It was like he was playing something over and over in his mind, trying to remember something from the past, but just couldn’t help it. She would have called him strange if she wasn’t getting that feeling as well. “Have… have we met before?” That was a pick up line she’d been used to, but something about it didn’t seem like a pick up line, not like what she’d expect anyways.

Though the more she stared at him, and let things sink in the more she realized something. Had they met before? She wasn’t sure why but he reminded her of someone, someone whose name was on the tip of her tongue, “Ha… have we?”

“I… well let me introduce myself. My name is Jaune, Jaune Arc, short sweet rolls off the tongue.” The smile he gave her was one only a full on dork would, and she would know she’d seen a lot of those… but then.

“Ja...Jaune?” That name, it had been so long since… then she saw his face change, various emotions running at once, finally falling on the form of recognition.

“Oh my god Em?” She wasn’t sure what had overcome her, in an instant the two of them had pulled one another into a tight friendly embrace, one used when finding a friend or family member you hadn’t seen in ages.

“Oh Brothers, I can’t believe it's you.” He’d invited her over for a bit of lunch, apparently he’d cooked something up for himself but had enough to go sharing around. She had wanted to decline, but when he heard her growling stomach he’d made sure that there was no way he’d be leaving her behind.

To her surprise the meal was absolutely amazing! When was the last time she’d had a home cooked meal? When had she been able to just sit down at the table with someone, and enjoy talking? She shook her head, those were thoughts for later, for now though, “No kidding, look at you!” She took another bite of food as she eyed him once more. He really was bigger than she’d remembered, he’d always been kind of sickly when they were kids so he’d been really small. Or was he sick because he was so small? She wasn’t sure, “When did you get all big and muscley?”

“Ah well! You know what they say.” She watched him flex, not in the show offy way that she’d expect from someone as built as him, but in a goofy exaggerated way like she remembered. “Gotta eat your veggies! And I ate all my veggies!” She eyed him for a moment, remembering a kid that absolutely hated eating his greens.

A small smirk came to her lips as she couldn’t help but feel just a little bit warmer now. “I can see that.” She cocked her left eyebrow, “You’re not a green bean anymore!”

“Hey now! I wasn’t THAT small!”

She put her spoon down into her meal, “Jaune, you were smaller than your youngest sister.”

He smirked, “Nuh uh! I’m no wear near as small as Viola! She’s tiny even now!”

Emerald paused, “Viola? Wasn’t your youngest sister Ghlas?”

“Oh right…” He took a moment, as if he was thinking about something, “I’ve actually got five younger sisters now.”

“Five!?” He already had two older sisters! “DO YOUR PARENTS NOT HAVE A HOBBY?!” She nearly slammed the table as she jumped up in surprise. How!? How did they have so many kids, that’s insane!

“Hah yeah well… they always wanted a big family, and 4 wasn’t enough apparently.” Despite her awestruck nature, she couldn’t help but see the happy glint and pleasant smile on his face. She felt something spur inside of her, as her heart thumped faster than it had in a long time.

“At least they seem happy.”

“Yeah~” She tried not to let her self pity get a hold of her as he sighed contently. His parents had always seemed so much in love, and now that she knew they had eight damned kids, she just knew how in love they had been. If only things had gone that well for her, she would have loved a big loving family… but…

“So Em.”

His melodic voice caught her attention, pulling her away from her self doubt. “I’m assuming you wanted to speak with me about something?”

“Oh.” She had forgotten her entire reason for coming over… but as she looked at him, his shining expectations placed upon her, she wasn’t sure that she had the strength to do it. Would he even agree? Would he think that she was trying to take advantage of him? That last thought wounded her in a way she wasn’t quite sure of just yet. “I was… I was wondering if I could get an extension on this month’s rent.” She closed her eyes as her fingers tightened around her blouse, “I’ll do anything you want.” When the only response she received was Hmm, she felt her throat run dry.

She hadn’t meant to disappoint him, “Look I’ll find a-”

“Okay.”

“What?”

She drew her attention back to him, flinching as she noticed his stoic face. “I said okay, but…” There was a long pause as she felt his eyes practically roam her body. “I’ll need you to do something for me.”

“Oh… so it was going to come to that after all.” She had hoped it wouldn’t, especially after learning that he had been the landlord. She felt a pang of disappointment as she prepared herself, her image of her past best friend shattering almost instantly.

“Okay…” Standing up she reached for the hem of her shirt.

“Hold on.” His voice forced her to pause as she brought it closer to her breasts. “What the heck are you doing Em?!”

“Wha?! Isn’t this what you wanted?!” She felt shocked, had he not desired her after all?

“No! I was going to say I want you to take better care of yourself!”

A translucent blush fell over her features as she slowly pulled her shirt back down. Her normally dark skin unable to hide the deep crimson that currently flushed through her entire body. “Uh uh…”

“You look like you haven't eaten well in… well in a long time… I was going to invite you over to eat more often.” He scratched the back of his head as he meekly looked away. “Not that I don’t appreciate the show and all that, but…” He paused, turning back to her, a shit eating grin hiding away the small rosy blush on his cheeks, “You’ve been watching too many drama’s Em!”

Her blush began to shift, turning into a pout as she stomped her foot, and folded her arms together. “You should have just come out and said that! You know what you were doing!” Refusing to look at him, she gave him one big, “hmmph!”

“Hey now! I wasn’t the one all super eager to take off her clothes.”

There was another pause as he chuckled, “But seriously, I want you to take care of yourself, you look like you’ve had a hard time.”

She fought back a small shiver as he drew close, the heat hovering from his body onto hers sent several chills down her spine as her hairs stood up on end. “You even have bags on your eyes…” There was another long pause, “I’ll tell you what, my family does this all the time, but I’ll help you out with the rent. We can cut it in half for now, but I do need you to take care of yourself, it’ll do us no good if you hurt yourself.”

The offer was too good to be true, but as she found her gaze stuck to his, she felt the honesty in his eyes. “Besides, I’d like to catch up again, I miss my bestie.”

Letting out a sigh of her own, she simply smiled. She missed her bestie too… “Okay… thank you.” When he pulled her into a soft yet tight hug, she found herself losing herself to his touch.

“Anytime.”

She wasn’t sure how long the two of them stayed connected like that, nor was she sure she wanted to stop all of a sudden. But, he did let her go eventually. “Hey, now come on your foods getting cold. Let me heat it up, and I can serve it up again okay?”

She nodded in response, “Yeah, that sounds good.”

The two of them ate in a relatively peaceful silence. Emerald honestly couldn’t remember the last time that she’d eaten something so… well delicious before? Maybe when she was a kid… back when she was staying with the Arc’s and Mama Arc would co… “Oh my god… this is like Mama’s cooking.”

“Snooort!” She quickly glanced her way towards Jaune who’d ended up coughing up the rest of his meal as he stared at his bowl trying to hold back a raucous laughter.

“What?!”

“You… you! You still call her mama.” A pout formed on her face as she crossed her arms and glared at him, ineffectively.

The boy simply turned his attention towards her and smiled, “She’d be so happy to hear that you know?” And easily struck down any frustrations she may have felt.

“A...ah…”

“I’m sure they’d like to see you again.”

She would love to see them again as well. “Maybe in the future.” She tried not to look at him as she went back to her meal.

He didn’t press the issue, simply turning his attention back towards the food as the two of them remained silent for the rest of the evening. When Emerald went home that day, she did so with a full belly, and energy she had forgotten she even had at this point. Though, like usual, she found herself alone in an empty room with no one by her side.

The next time she saw her husband he reeked of booze… and of women. She held back the gag and went about her day to get ready. If only life could be as nice as it was the day before.

The next time she saw her childhood friend was when she accidentally ran into him at her job. It was during the night shift when most couples came in. She was acting as the hostess for the night and greeting newcomers, when suddenly Mr. Tall, Sparkly, and Blonde showed up. He was dressed really well too! Not in the baggy clothing she’d seen him before either. She found herself getting whiplash as he came in, dressed head to toe in a tux and tie. She’d never seen him cleaned up so nicely, and well… she felt something burn inside of her core.

Then that burning desire fizzled out as she noticed a shorter young woman walk besides him. She was… the woman was gorgeous… she was wearing a beautiful maroon colored dress, her hair was done well and even with the scar on her left eye she held herself in a surprising level of confidence. Then there was the other thing, her dress was OBVIOUSLY custom made as it snuggly held onto the massive weights on the front of her chest. Emerald found herself gawking for far longer than she wanted to admit when she realized that the woman was bearing watermelon sized breasts, a sudden feeling of inadequacy started to form in her heart as she stared at the two chatting away happily.

When they finally approached her she found her voice nearly cracking, but her professionalism took over. “H-Hello! Welcome To Salem's Saloon.” Despite the name of the dinery, it was still one of the finest places to find a meal, if Emerald said anything.

It took Jaune a few seconds to recognize his childhood friend dressed in a really fancy suit as she waited for them at the restaurant's entrance, “Em!” Emerald HAD to shut her eyes for a moment, Jaune’s smile was a dangerous weapon that she would never wish upon her worst enemies. His brightness did things to her she wasn’t quite sure about.

“Hello Jaune.” She kept her tone professional, eyeing both him and his lady friend. “I see that you would like room for two?”

“It’ll actually be three, we’re just waiting on another person.”

Emerald nodded a bit as she began walking away. She wondered what his relationship with the woman was, though she had a sinking suspicion that the two of them were incredibly close as they laughed and smiled together. She could feel the natural tone of the way the two of them conversed together, the way that they chatted and kept a close proximity. That wasn’t something you did with just anyone, and honestly? She was a tad jealous, she hoped that the two of them would be able to be as close together as they used to. Though… if the woman turned out to be his girlfriend, well… she wasn’t sure it would be ‘right’ to try to get close to him.

Not like she was one to talk of course, she had her own troubles to deal with after all. “I hope you both have a great dinner, one of the waiters will be with you shortly.” She smiled at them, before making her way to depart. She would have liked to have a chat, but she knew better and besides she was on the job.

Though, even as she waited for several guests and continued to work, she caught glimpses of whispers and of shifting eyes in her direction.�� That was strange, her curiosity was going to get the better of her if she wasn’t careful.

At least it would have, but then something surprising happened. A single woman entered the aboad, she was dressed rather lamely, loose clothing, a braided crimson hair and thick glasses with a hat on top of her. Emerald eyed her for a moment, but… and it took her longer than she liked to admit, realized who this woman was. Despite her lack of any makeup or any form of discernment she figured out who she was. It was Pyrrha Nikos, THE Pyrrha Nikos! She was the NUMBER one MMA champion, something that Emerald had a HUGE interest in.

It took ALL of her professionalism to not freak out then and there. She was sure that no one else would realize who was in front of her if she didn’t scream. Emerald WAS after all a HUGE fan, so it wasn’t a big surprise that she realized who THE Pyrrha Nikos was. Keeping her cool she waited on the young woman to approach. “Excuse me.”

She had never heard the young Champion speak so calmly, and it caught her offguard. But with a smile she simply nodded her head, “Yes Ma’am?”

“I’m looking for tw-” There was a pause for a moment as a TRULY radiant smile flashed across her face.

Emerald followed the young woman’s line of sight until she found herself staring at Jaune and his lady friend who was currently smiling back in their direction. Emerald blinked for a moment, then her world came to a halt as Pyrrha said, “Thank you, I found my seat.”

Her childhood friend was friends with Pyrrha Nikos… friends right? They were just friends? When Pyrrha walked over to the duo, she greeted both of them with tight hugs and gentle nuzzles. That wasn’t… wow, the affection between the three of them was something she’d never expected between JUST friends. If there was one thing she could say about her childhood friend was that he apparently had the moves! She WOULD have to ask him about that later.

And as the evening came to an end, and everyone left she found herself heading on out. “Bye guys! Take care!” She called out to her coworkers who gave her various cheers of acknowledgement.

And as she made her way out, she caught sight of the trio from before, Jaune and his two lady friends talking together. They laughed and cheered as if they were the closest thing in the world. She was rather curious at what they were talking about, but then Pyrrha said something that just illuminated Jaune’s face in a deep crimson. The young man simply looked down scratching the back of his head as he stared blankly at the floor.

“Well now~” Emerald couldn’t help the curiosity boiling in the pit of her stomach as she watched her childhood friend talk, joke, and laugh with the surprising duo. She would HAVE to get the details from him later. Still, despite herself, she couldn’t help but feel a little jealous. She’d taken small glances here and there while they had been eating and they’d looked as if they had been having quite a bit of fun. She couldn’t help but feel a sense of loneliness, maybe and hopefully she and Jaune would get the chance to catch up. She’d like that a lot. So, as the trio broke up their conversation and the girls headed out, she decided on making her way over to Jaune.

“Hey there.”

When Jaune nearly jumped out of her skin she nearly let out into a boisterous laughter, though being as polite as she was, she chose to simply giggle in response. Rolling her eyes as her friend gave her a daggered look, she smiled. “Soooooo~ Wanna tell me what that was all about?”

He cocked an eyebrow, “What do you mean? I was just catching up with some old friends of mine.”

“Uh huh, and one of those friends happened to be Pyrrha Nikos?”

When he flinched she knew that she’d guessed correctly. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Sure you don’t.” Taking a swift stride she took her place to his right, “So how’d you end up friends with Ms. Allstar?”

She could tell he was considering staying quiet, but eventually he relented to her pleading looking. “We went to school together, her myself and May were all really close.” She didn’t miss the forlorn smile on his face. “We’ve stayed in contact for quite some time, you know? Even after Pyrrha became famous we still stayed friends. We did everything together, they were my best friends.” She caught the small tinge of sorrow in his voice.

“Were?”

“Mmm, we’re still really close, but you know people move on and things happen.” She noticed him do that awkward head scratch of his, “And well, we can’t always stay close. We still keep in contact, and get together whenever we can.” A smile beamed forth, “They uh, hah, they actually asked me to be their Best Bridesmaid for their wedding.”

She blinked, then paused, then opened her mouth and shut it closely. “Wait! She’s getting married?! They’re getting married?!”

“Mmmhmm, they’d always been sweet on one another, it was about time honestly.”

Anything else Emerald wanted to say just didn’t come out. That was something alright, a lot to unload, then she noticed the way he looked longingly at nothing. “And you?”

“Me?”

“Where do you fit in that little love wave?”

He shook his head, “Never really did, we were all close but I was always a proponent for the two of them getting together.” This time his smile reached his face, “There were a lot of guys that ‘thought’ I was trying to get with one of them, but it was obvious to me from day one that they’d just clicked. I wanted them to get together, besides.” This time he scratched his cheek, “There had been a girl I DID like, but that didn’t go so well… kind of made a fool of myself a few too many times.”

She nodded, able to imagine the little Jaune making a mistake. “Well then, what are you doing to do?”

“Obviously I’m going to do it, and I’ll look damn good in a dress too!”

That… had not been what she had expected, but now she couldn’t help laugh.

Like Emerald had hoped, her and Jaune had started to reconnect from that day forward. The two of them had spent quite a bit of time together, and well she’d finally been able to get out and relax more. Though, one of the best things about being friends with Jaune? She got to eat a nice home cooked meal whenever she came over, he was such an amazing cook.

But more importantly she got to know him better, learning more about what kind of life he lived while the two of them were separated always amused her. He had the strangest of friends, and what more they all kept in contact, though while it hadn’t bothered her at first she had started to feel… really annoyed with how many of his friends were women.

It REALLY hadn’t bothered her at first, even after meeting them all for the first time. They were lovely people! All incredibly friendly, and rather welcoming of her to their little group. But, their closeness had started to wear on her as time went on. Though she’d spent quite a bit of time with Jaune, she’d always felt some form of distance between the two. Created by her current wedlock, and inability to feel like she should get closer to him than she was now.

Yet, and she really hated it, she just got so jealous with them. They all knew a different him, someone that was better than she could have ever thought before. It didn’t help that so many of them were just so- CLINGY.

Especially the orange haired woman, who despite being married, always whispered something in his ears that made him turn just the reddest of colors. She wasn’t sure WHAT Nora would tell him, often times leaving with a devious smile on her face and one that made him look away from her and her husband for some time, but she didn’t like it.

She wasn’t sure when she’d gotten so overprotective of Jaune, but somewhere along the way she’d found herself staying close to his side whenever there were other women around. During one group outing, which she had been surprised to learn she was invited to, Pyrrha had confronted her.

“So Emerald.”

“Mmm?”

Despite herself Emerald still had a hard time keeping her cool when around Pyrrha Nikos, who to her surprise had been nothing like the woman often displayed on televisions and interviews.

“You and Jaune are pretty close now right?”

There was something about Pyrrha’s tone that just didn’t sit right with her. It was an offsetting feeling, as if Pyrrha was trying to claim him for herself, which wasn’t fair because Pyrrha was already in a relationship… but so was Emerald… she’d also had issues with THOSE thoughts recently.

“Yes, I’d like to think so.”

“Okay.”

The Redhead woman smiled in a way that sent terrified shivers down her spine, causing her hairs to stand on end.

“Just.”

She closed in on her, pressing her lips close to her ears, “If you hurt him, I’ll break you… and not in the fun way either. I’ll make sure that no one finds out either, okay?”

Well, she’d never WANTED to hurt Jaune before, but now she definitely didn’t want to!

“A… understood.”

Was all she could say, “Good!” The chipper woman was back, banishing the absolutely terrifying form that had been there prior. “Oh, and if your ‘hubby’ tries anything, I’ll make sure he ends up six feet under.”

Emerald simply nodded, that was another road she felt she’d have to cross eventually.

Other than that terrifying moment, most things had gone well. She and Jaune had even gone on a few ‘dates’. Though they weren’t really dates, because neither of them called them such, and they’d chosen to simply spend time in each other’s company. But, had she not been married, she honestly would have enjoyed them more.

That left her at an impasse, she knew herself better than anyone, and with as much time she was spending with Jaune… well she realized that she’d been falling for him. Which honestly hadn’t been too hard, it had of course explained the burning jealousy she’d gotten whenever Nora got close to him, or Yang liked to try to tease him, or Ruby nuzzled up close… she didn’t really get that one, or how Weiss looked as if she had missed out on something.

She knew her feelings better than anyone, but she wasn’t in a position where she could rightfully choose to go forward with it. She refused to put Jaune through anything that he could suffer, or have to deal with her stupid baggage. She hated how terrible things were, and to make matters worse…

Her own home life hadn’t been getting any better, her ‘husband’ and she now used that term incredibly loosely, was nowhere to be seen most of the time. He showed up even later than usual, and when he did, he didn’t even bother hiding the scent of another woman on him.

She knew that something had to be done… and she hated it so much. But she wasn’t happy, she wasn’t happy like she was when spending time with Jaune, or even just his friends.

Even as she came to a mirror she found herself stumped, tears trickling down her eyes as she thought to herself on how bad things had become. “When did my life get so bad…” So she thought to herself, if he was going to be a problem? If he was going to cheat on her? Then why did she have to be the only one to take it.

She’d already started seeing Jaune as something more, potentially something better, but she’d never acted on it because of her own morals. But why did she have to deal with it? So she came up with a plan: she would seduce her childhood friend. She would seduce him to the best of her abilities damn it!

Though, as she looked at herself in the mirror she realized something. “I should go shopping…”

#Topaz #Jaune Arc #Emerald Sustrai

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dondon-patapon · 4 months

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Observation Log 3: 1/13, 11:12 PM

Temp: 33 deg.

Weather: Skies clear, heavy winds

Obs: Light coating of space dust accumulating outdoors

After the past few stressful nights my hands have yet to regain their strength. My injured hand still smarts, to boot - I had to change the bandage a few times yesterday. Hence it took me several tries to light the lamp tonight. The first time in a very long time I’ve struggled so much, as far as I can recall.

Aside from that, though, I’ve finally had a bit of peace. A chance to catch my breath, if you will. Once I managed to clean up the mess downstairs to a more respectable degree, I could finally sit back and simply… reflect.

I wonder what my family is up to right about now? Mom and dad, did they end up retiring after all, once their prodigal daughter left home for good? Or did they hand the keys to their power over to my sniveling little brother? Not that I have any love for them at this point, that died long ago when they stabbed me in the back and I let them. When I sat back and did nothing as they broke up my marriage and had my wife banished.

I couldn’t stand up to them until it was too late.

Tsuki always loved the snow. I hated having to bundle up; was never a fan of the cold, but she loved it. Something about the feeling of watching it fall in a heavy sprinkle across a dark field, the moon as the only lighting, dancing off each and every flake- It enraptured her. And when I looked at her face, the moon reflected in her eyes, I felt precisely the same.

It really was magical.

I know this isn’t the same. It’s just space dust. But when I watch it come down, the light making its rounds in the distance, I can’t help but remember those days, and wish I’d held onto them tighter.

I can’t help but to long for those days again.

A faint chuckle, and a scrape from the far side of the room, and my eyes dart away from the window.

…Nothing there. A trick of the night, perhaps? I know I’m alone here, but for a moment, I perhaps thought-

Wishful thinking, perhaps.

After the mishap a night or so ago, found myself combing the beach particularly thoroughly today. I’ll be trying to make a regular habit of this again. Can’t be caught unawares like that again, in case something else were to go wrong.

But instead, I found myself thinking about that odd disturbance that had bothered the pilot on my last supply run. Charred circuit boards, wrecked hard drives, a few antennas of note amongst other mangled trash. Like the remnants of a ship’s computer, perhaps. Not much I can salvage from this at first glance but I’ll take what I can back. We’ll see. I’m more curious about the source, though… This isn’t anything I usually see around these parts, and I’ve seen my share of wrecked ships over time.

Though again, maybe this is just the mind of a lonely soul, drawing connections where none exist. I suppose only time will tell. We’ll see what tomorrow brings.

#the lighthouse at the edge of the universe #ttrpg #indie ttrpg #dondon-lighthouse

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heyitsmeyuhh · 2 years

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Blood and Wine (mafia!Suna Rintaro x Reader)

AN// Who would have thought that smut was so hard to write (its not in this chapter, sorry y’all, I’m still struggling through it!). I can’t tell if you guys liked the last chapter or not, but here it is!

Also, side note, I am still trying to work on the Bokuto fic soon if anyone is still reading... I finally have a break from school lol

TW// Murder, mafia stuff. Tbh I think this chapter is fairly mundane. Maybe a little drinking and drug use references.

WC// >2.2K

Chapter 8

Ushijima held out his hand and Y/n met his to shake it. However, instead of meeting her halfway, his hand gently clasped her fingers and he brought them to his lips gently. Y/n’s face grew warm again. God you have to get this blushing thing under control. You’re embarrassing yourself…

“And your name?” … but, damn, I could get used to this; meeting all of Suna’s classy friends.

“Y/n.” He smiled and leaned back in his chair, resting one hand on the table to swirl the wine in his glass absently.

“So, I haven’t seen you around any of these events before. Have you two recently become acquainted?” He took a sip of the pale golden liquid in the glass delicately.

Y/n’s mind went blank and she tried to mimic his actions with her wine. Oh God, what do I tell him? I can’t just come out and admit that I work for him because my brother made some bad business decisions and idiotically traded me to pay off his debts. I didn’t even think about this. She tried to drag out her sip to buy some time, but every excuse that came to her mind was worse than the last.

“Right, I… uh met him a few months ago at his club…” She trailed off hoping that her silence wasn’t as painfully obvious to him as it was to her. Fortunately, the waiter walked by at that moment and she was able to break the conversation momentarily to order. She silently thanked him for pouring her more wine to occupy her hands.

“Ah, I see. And what do you do?” His questions seemed innocent enough, but Y/n felt like he was reading her mind about all the topics she couldn’t explain without completely embarrassing herself.

“Well, I graduated from medical school in the states, but I came back to practice here.”

Y/n hoped he wouldn’t ask whether she actually was practicing, but at this point she felt like she was just trying to draw out the conversation, desperately grasping for any way to steer the topic away from how she knows Suna.

Her prayers seemed to be answered when he took her answer at face value. “That’s interesting, Y/n, beautiful and intelligent. Admirable qualities in a woman.” He raised his glass as if to toast her and took another sip from his glass, emptying it. As if on cue, another waiter swooped over to fill his glass again as he held it out and was gone again in a second. The ethereal aura around this man was intoxicating.

“So, Ushijima, what do you do?” The minute the words left her mouth, a pang of fear gripped her chest. She knew better than to be asking people of his caliber questions about their profession. Oh God, now I’m gonna be swept off to some warehouse and they’re going to dump my body in some alley a few days from now with a bullet in the back of my head. Idiot…

But Ushijima only chuckled at the sudden panicked expression on her face. “I am somewhat of a business man like Suna is. We dabble in different markets, but our work is essentially the same.” Y/n signed heavily, allowing the tension to leave her body. Your imagination is too wild for your own good.

“I do enjoy my work, however, hard it may be. It allows me to attend events such as these and meet elegant, clever women such as you.”

Y/n could feel a small smile grace her cheeks at his charms, confidence building in her with his compliments, instead of diffidence. The longer she talked with him, the deeper his eyes felt, his gaze fixed on her seemingly enraptured. She examined his features distractedly; his strong jaw cut from stone, his arms clearly toned despite the suit that was concealing them, his chest broad and firm…

Suddenly, a hand fell on the table next to her, and she could feel heat radiating from someone close behind her. Her head jolted to the side to see a large ringed hand flat against the table next to her glass, familiar tattoos peeking out from under the sleeve of the suit jacket.

“Suna,” Ushijima regarded the man behind her with newfound formality and a terse stare.

“I see you’ve acquainted yourself with Y/n,” Suna replied. She could nearly feel a drop in the temperature.

“She is a remarkable woman, Suna, I can’t believe you haven’t brought her around here earlier. I heard you two met over two months ago,” He shook his head and tsked a few times, “It is a wonder that you two met each other considering your business endeavors. She doesn’t strike me as an… ecdysiast.” The hand beside her clenched slightly, and Y/n glanced up to see an expression on Suna’s face that she had never seen before. Her heart stopped for a moment; his sage eyes seemed to be glowing, and though his facial expression was unreadable, she imagined that this is where they got the phrase “if looks could kill”.

Y/n squirmed a little in her chair, becoming increasingly unnerved at this sudden change in the tone of the conversation. Seeing Suna like this was alarming and the air around her became thick. Her breaths shallowed, and she leaned back into Suna subconsciously, desperately clinging to any comfort to ground her again.

When she looked back at Ushijima, the joviality that she had witnessed earlier was gone, as if she had hallucinated it. His eyes had become cold and were no longer reminiscent of the night sky, but instead dark pits come to envelop her whole.

“I see that the time has come for me to withdraw to my table, but it was a pleasure Y/n. I hope that I get another chance to speak to you again soon.” He offered his hand again, just as he did when he first sat at her table, but Y/n recoiled imperceptibly at his approach. She faked a meek smile, hoping he wouldn’t offend at her slight, but he retracted with a shrug and drifted off toward a dark corner of the room.

“Are you okay?” Suna asked quietly. Over the din of the room, Y/n almost missed it; she was shocked that she had been deceived by someone who had seemed so charming and personable. As she turned, he was sitting in his chair right next to her, leaning into take a look at her closely.

“I’m fine. Just a little shook up.” Y/n answered quietly. “Who was that guy?”

“Do not engage with him again,” Suna answered. “He’s…” he trailed off, leaving the end of the sentence hanging in the thickening air. Despite the hundreds of people around her, Y/n was chilled to her core, and she let out a little shiver. Suna stroked her cheek with the back of his hand, his fingers lingering over her soft skin.

A few moments later, the waiters brought out their dinner and set the dishes in front of each of them. Suna retracted his hand and thanked them as they left, his eyes never leaving Y/n’s. She took a deep breath and he grabbed her hand to give it a small squeeze before turning to eat quietly. She followed suit, though much of her appetite had vanished. Occasionally, Y/n would gather the courage to steal a glance at Ushijima and every time he was staring right back.

As they finished eating, the woman at the microphone stopped and the band quieted for her to speak.

“Alright, you cool cats, I’m gonna slow this next one down for you. Grab your ladies or your gentlemen and get out here for a little blast from the past.” As she finished, My Eyes Adored You by Frankie Valli began to flow from the band on the stage. One by one, couples made their way to the floor below the stage. Y/n noticed that each of the powerful families and their children remained in their seats.

“Would you like to dance?” She turned in her seat to the sight of Suna standing behind her, hand outstretched for her to take. Y/n couldn’t help but to admire his chiseled form for the second time that night and she sat there transfixed for a moment before she could get herself to squeak out an answer.

“Uh… Yeah, I’d love to.” She offered her hand and he led her to the center of the crowd. He slipped a hand on her waist, the other taking her hand and slotting their fingers together. She laid her other hand on his shoulder. Had she been aware of her surroundings, she would have noticed all the eyes on them, rocking slowly to the music. Instead, she felt as if the world had darkened around them. Her heart was beating a little faster, and she hoped that he couldn’t read the thoughts running through her mind.

She was absolutely bewitched by him.

They danced there, swaying in a circle for half the song. Y/n had laid her head on his shoulder, and his arm curled tighter around her, pressing their bodies together firmly. She could smell the cologne on his neck, a deep musky smell with hints of cedarwood and blackberry. His strong hand spread across the small of her back, and she felt as if she wasn’t in a room filled with dangerous people, dancing with a man who murdered someone in front of her only a few months ago. Here in his arms, she could almost forget that she is a debt still unpaid.

Almost.

Lifting her head from his chest, she looked up into those mesmerizing eyes, attempting to read his expression. His features were soft, and for the first time since she met him, he looked almost happy. The corner of his lip quirked up subtly and a faraway look graced his eyes.

“Suna?”

“Yes, bunny?”

She paused, not knowing how to proceed. She had the urge to blurt out everything that she was feeling at that moment. She wanted to tell him that despite everything that has happened in the last two months, he made her feel safe. Despite her brother’s betrayal and his subsequent capture, she trusted this man holding her so close. Despite the business he conducts, the danger he is constantly involved in, despite even the threat from Ushijima just minutes ago, she…

“I–” she hesitated.

Fuck, I think I’m in love with him.

“I’ve had a wonderful time tonight.” She sighed out her answer, restraining the confession that was so desperately trying to claw its way to the surface.

“I’m glad. I’m sorry that I scared you earlier, but I never imagined that he would show his face here.”

“I’m fine. I trust you.”

Suna smiled slightly, looking down at Y/n with softness. They danced to two more songs like that before retiring to their table for one more glass of wine. Y/n looked Suna up and down once again that night, and she couldn’t tell if it was the wine or the adrenaline or both, but she swore that he was looking more and more attractive with every minute. On her third glass of the night, Y/n was also finding it hard to steal glances discreetly. Suna seemed to notice as well, because towards the end of the night, every time she looked over to him, he seemed to be staring at her sultrily. Soon enough, the night was over and Suna was calling to have the car pulled around. They walked out as they had walked in, her arm hooked in his.

Waiting on the curb when they stepped out of the front was Ren, as if he hadn’t moved from earlier. He opened the door for them both and Suna offered his hand to help Y/n into the car. Before he slipped in, he whispered something to the towering chauffer and slid onto the bench seat next to her, shutting the divider between the cabin and the back.

“Suna?” Y/n asked breathily, wine coursing through her veins.

“Rintaro.”

“What?”

“I want you to call me by my first name; Rintaro.”

“Rintaro?” She batted it around in her head for a minute before proceeding with a small smile. “Rin. I like Rin better.”

When she looked over to him, his eyes were transfixed on hers in an expression she could only describe as shock. He seemed to freeze in time, though she didn’t miss the glance he stole at her lips for a fraction of a second. The breath caught in her throat and she too froze in place.

Time seemed to halt. She wasn’t even aware that the car was moving; she felt like even the air around her was still. His olive-green eyes were piercing her own and she couldn’t look away. The smile slipped from her cheeks as her brain raced in the quiet of the cabin. Suna’s hand tucked a small strand of hair behind Y/n’s ear but lingered next to her face. Y/n could nearly feel the heat radiating off his palm and she felt like if something didn’t happen soon, she would implode. His face did seem much closer; so close that she could feel his shallow, warm breaths on her skin. She glanced down to his plush lips, just to steal a glimpse, and when she looked up, his eyes were boring holes into hers.

“Bunny?”

“Yes, Rin?”

His hand moved to her chin, eyes fixed on her bottom lip, his thumb pulling it gently. “I’ve been wanting to kiss you all night.”

“Then kiss me.”

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#blood and wine #mafia!suna #mafia fic #suna x reader #suna haikyuu #Suna Rintarou #suna fic #rintaro x reader #suna rintaro haikyuu #haikyuu fic #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu mafia

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asteracelatte · 8 months

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Main Story!! Chapter 191 - Migratory

Season: Summer

A few minutes later

Aira: (Hmmm. After thanking me profusely, Kohakucchi went off somewhere on his own.)

(The four of us are always together, but the Crazy:B guys seem to act alone more often than not.)

(I used to say things like that ALKALOID would be in trouble if we kept sticking to Crazy:B who still has a lot of bad rumors surrounding them…)

(But now… I feel like we’re finally looking at each other face to face, eye to eye— filling in those gaps as we become friends.)

(And if you’re my friend, then I feel obliged to walk in the mud hand in hand with you.)

(I mean, a lo~ng time ago, if I was having a bad day at school, Kohakucchi would listen to my troubles over the internet…)

(I don’t even know how to begin explaining how much that helped me, and yet I still haven’t been able to repay this debt.)

Hiiro: Aira, let’s hold hands.

You look very unsteady, and with this huge crowd, it would be a big problem if you fell down.

Aira: Ah, hm. I’m afraid we’re gonna fall if we run while holding hands, but I’ve practiced choreography for this kinda thing so… I guess it’s okay.

I feel safer when Hiro-kun is holding my hand.

Tatsumi: …♪

Mayoi: (Eh?! Tatsumi-san also held my hand as if it was a matter of course! What is this?! Lately, Tatsumi-san has been really straightforward with me!)

(It’s not an unpleasant feeling, I’m just confused since I’m not used to it!)

Tatsumi: Fufu. In all honesty, I thought the number of people going home would increase as the sun started to set, but it seems that the crowd is actually getting denser and denser.

It’s hard to walk around, so please be careful not to bump into other people, everyone.

Hiiro: Hm. By the way, I feel like there’s a lot of people staring at us right now. I wonder, is it that weird to see the four of us running around while holding hands?

Aira: …Or maybe our hard work is starting to pay off.

Interesting things started to happen after MDM, and one of the hot topics among them are the newcomers named ALKALOID.

I think rumors like that are spreading all over the place like wildfire.

I also feel that people who started being skeptical about ES after the whole Crazy:B fiasco, and who had been watching it from afar or shying away from it, are now slowly coming around.

So all the hard work everyone has been putting up since the Bon Festival has paid off, or rather, is paying off…

It could be also just a guess, though, wishful thinking. But I do hope that’s the case.

Tatsumi: Indeed. I also wish that’s the case, I really do. In fact, I think the looks that are directed our way are filled with hope and love.

(Are they going to change something? Are they going to clear up a blur? Are they going to create something interesting…?)

(So many expectations in those gazes. In the beginning, I also used to get the same kind of stares back at Reimei Academy.)

(However, I couldn’t live up to the expectations that were put upon me. Why is that so?)

(No— This time, I’ll do my best not to make the same mistakes. I’m not letting this love turn into disappointment and hatred once more.)

(With these children. With these lovely fellows who have just begun to walk, hand in hand.)

(Oh God, it is now time to grant us your blessings.)

Mika: ♪~ ♪~ ♪~

~...♪

Tatsumi: ?! Is that the advent of an angel? No, that is—

Hiiro: Oh, it’s Valkyrie. Look, that’s Kagehira-senpai, who handed out those pamphlets with me the other day.

Aira: Woah, I found the unit I was looking for! I thought it’d be surely impossible for Valkyrie to perform outdoors which is quite dusty…

But even if I consider myself a fanatic, I’ve been completely fooled by them. Wow, I can’t believe what I’m seeing with my own two eyes.

(Also, the fans gathered here not only look stuck in their places but totally committed to being part of Valkyrie’s world too.)

(They’re so popular, but everyone here is watching them quietly and completely enraptured, without hustling or jumping around even if we’re outdoors.)

(Nope. Those fans grew up with them, overcoming all kinds of trials and stuff.)

(There is a strong bond between fans and their idols, one where they don’t betray each other but show their love by behaving the way they’re expected to behave.)

(In that respect, as well as in terms of perfection and artistry on stage, Valkyrie is by far still the best.)

(Even if ES achieves their “Revolution of the Idol Industry”... There will never be, there will never appear a unit like this again… ever.)

(That’s so cool, the going your own way thing—I guess. Of course, it must have taken tremendous passion and effort to get to their current level.)

Mika: …Ngah?

Ya~ Yer the ALKALOID guys, arent’cha? It’s been a while. What are ya doin’ here today? Did ya come to support us? Thank ya so much ~♪

Tatsumi: Ah, actually… Yuuki Makoto-san from Trickstar, who is working in cooperation with us, has actually been using his own information network to aid us.

He told me that those of Valkyrie would be here today.

Mika: Hm? Ye, I did say we’re not actually used to performin’ outside~

But this stage was unnecessarily set up by CosPro ta give the impression that the whole Crazy:B thing was nothin’ more than a riot.

So I just thought we might as well go ahead and try to bring our art into the open.

Fufun, y’all missed the best part of it, though~

Waah~ The sun is settin’ and turnin’ the noon into evenin’, right?

So then, ‘cause of Teach’s conductor-like movements, he made it look like he was the one who ordered the world, God, or whatever to make this happen, y’know?

‘Twas so amazing~ As soon as Teach' gave the order, daytime turned into evenin’.

Teach' made it look like we, Valkyrie, are the rulers of the world ♪

ㅤ

Translation by: Mia JP Proof: anonymous

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Can I request prompts 3, 6, and 22 with Namjoon

Yes you can! I may have gotten a little carried away with this one but it's my maaaaan 🤧💦💦💦

• Pairing: Namjoon x (F)Reader

• Genre: Established Relationship, Smut

• Rating: 18+

• Words: 3.3k

• Summary: All you have been doing was binge-watching that damn show for the past few days; your boyfriend puts a stop to it.

• Prompt(s): #3, #6, #22 (smut) “Do that again.”, “Enjoying the view?”, “Are you doing that on purpose?”

• Warnings/themes: strength kink go brrr, Joonie is strong af 🤤🤤🤤, K-drama binge-watching, stupid sexy Namjoon, slight body worship, handjobs, fingering, dirty talk, couch sex, unprotected sex (don’t be a fool, wrap your tool)

• Notes: Another day, another drabble! Thank you for the request @blxckswxnxge and a big thank you for picking Namjoon, I uh, ended up getting a little indulgent on this one ahahaha he’s gotten so buff leave me alone 💕 Crossposted to AO3 as well.

“No Hye-ji, you idiot, don’t give him another chance!” Your hand slammed on the couch as said girl nodded at the man in front of her. “Fucking dumbass!”

You shouted at your TV for the umpteenth time today, this drama you had been binging having you feeling like you were in the show itself. The main character had decided to take back her asshat of a boyfriend, unaware that he had just come from another girl’s house yet again.

“This girl, I swear…”

You were so into the show that you nearly missed the sound of the front door opening.

“Y/N, I’m back!”

Your eyes flitted over to see your boyfriend Namjoon entering before returning to the TV. “Hey babe.”

After shutting the door behind him, he kicked off his shoes and set down his gym bag before walking over to stand in front of the couch, raising an eyebrow at you. “You know, you’re in the exact same spot I left you in two and a half hours ago.”

“…so?”

He sighed, shaking his head. “Please tell me you at least got up to eat and use the bathroom.”

“Mhm.”

“…you ate actual food, right? Not just snacked on the box of cookies I bought the other day?”

“…what if I did?”

Namjoon rolled his eyes as your attention was clearly somewhere else. He looked at the TV now. “Is this still that stupid show you’ve been watching since Monday?”

Only now did your eyes return to him, shooting a scowl. “Hey, it’s not stupid!”

“Really? Because I had to hear you give a lecture to one of the characters the other day on how she shouldn’t ‘take that cheating asshole back’.”

“Look-“ You sat up from your reclining position. “She’s a sweet girl but all this guy has to do is flash a smile and buy her flowers and then she’s forgiven him, it’s so frustrating!”

Your boyfriend just continued staring at you blankly, still not understanding just what it was about this show that had you enraptured for the past week. He watched the first couple of episodes with you but lost interest, deciding to go to his office and do some work on his music. Imagine his surprise when he came out hours later to see your eyes still glued onto the TV, a throw pillow held tight in your clutches.

“Baby, give the show a break, would you? You’re going to hurt your eyes staring at the screen all day.”

You pointed a finger at him. “Says the guy who’s always glued to his computer monitors.”

Namjoon scoffed as you turned it around on him. “At least I take breaks. Look, I’m gonna go shower, can we at least have dinner together after I’m done?”

“Fine, fine. Go shower, stinky.”

“Hey!” He reached a hand down and bopped your nose. “Don’t be rude because I called you out.”

His finger nearly missed being bitten by you, your chuckle coming out with mischief. “I’m just stating facts, Joonie.”

He rolled his eyes again and headed towards the bathroom, ready to wash the sweat and grime from his workout off. But while he cleaned himself, he couldn’t shake the feeling that you weren’t going to pause your show and sit with him at the table for whatever he ordered. Was there anything that was going to distract you?

As he shampooed his hair, a lightbulb went off in his head.

Meanwhile, you continued reclining on the couch, now giggling as the main character’s best friend ‘accidentally’ spilled coffee on the boyfriend while he was on a date with one of his side chicks. Your stomach was starting to feel the tingles of hunger, those cookies having barely held you up. Namjoon had mentioned this Thai place the other day that caught his eye, maybe you could order something from there. Hopefully it was something that didn’t require your eyes to look away from the TV too often.

“Baby, you ready to order something?”

Your tongue poked out at your boyfriend’s question. “Mm, yeah, think I’m ready for some food.”

“Good, my damn stomach has been rumbling since I left the gym.”

Hearing him approach the couch, you turned to look up at him. “You wanna try that Thai pl-“

The rest of your sentence died on your lips at the sight next to you.

Namjoon stood there in nothing but a small towel wrapped around his hips, his short dark hair and tanned skin still wet from his shower. You had been aware of how he’d been bulking up lately but the water drops sliding down his muscles made his hard work very clear. Your eyes were too occupied with his torso to notice the hint of a smirk on his lips.

“What was that, baby?”

Brought back to Earth, you forced yourself to look up at his face.

“I-I was asking if you, uh, wanted to try that Thai place you were talking about before.”

“Oh, that’s a good idea! I’ll see if I can find the menu online.”

All you could do was nod, not trusting your voice right now. You didn’t know why the sight of him was making you feel like this, not like you hadn’t seen him stark naked before. But whenever the two of you got intimate, there was usually too short a space of time for you to admire your boyfriend’s body before he ended up inside you. So you never got the chance to examine the faint outlines of abs he was starting to get, the way his chest had expanded and how his biceps were just asking to be groped on.

Namjoon grabbed his phone from the coffee table and began searching for the restaurant’s menu. He handed it over to you once he found it. “Here, pick what you want. I'm gonna go dry off.”

You nodded once more, eyes flicking to the drop of water sliding down his chest. Once he left the room, you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

That bastard. Who told him to start becoming a gym bunny all of a sudden? You bet your bottom dollar that Jungkook had something to do with it.

Pushing aside those thoughts for now, you scrolled through the menu and picked an entree and an appetizer that spoke to you (at the last second, you decided to add a Thai iced tea because why not). You looked back at your TV, cursing when you realized you missed a few minutes of your show. You rewinded back to your previous spot and continued watching.

Namjoon re-entered the living room, now clad only in basketball shorts. As he predicted, your eyes were glued back to that damn show again. Shaking his head, he walked over and sat down next to you. “Decided what you’re getting?”

You nodded, still looking at the screen. “Mhm.”

Namjoon frowned when you didn’t turn to him. Coming up with a quick plan in his head, he looked through the menu for a bit before selecting two options.

“Hey Y/N.”

“Hm?”

“I found two things that sound interesting but I can’t decide, help me out?”

You stiffened when you realized your plan of not looking at your boyfriend was now moot. Slowly turning your head, you bit your lip as you took in his still shirtless form.

This man was going to be the death of you.

“O-Oh, sure.”

He gave you a dimpled smile and scooted closer to show you what he had picked. Now you could feel how big his biceps have gotten. Jesus.

You did your best to listen and nod when he explained why he couldn’t make a choice, trying not to have your eyes wander away from the phone. Thank God you were able to help him make a decision before you reached out and squeezed his pec.

“Alright, lemme call them.”

Namjoon got up and began pacing as he dialed the restaurant, listing off the order. You didn’t hear a word of what he said though. Your eyes were attracted to the defined muscles of his back, stretching a bit when he reached up to rub the back of his head. And…were the dimples on there more noticeable now?

Finishing with the order, Namjoon hung up the phone and turned around, blinking when he caught your eyes zeroed in on his body. You broke your stare too late to look up at his face.

“The food should be here in 45 minutes.”

You cleared your throat and nodded. “O-Okay.”

You were ready to refocus on your show until your boyfriend spoke up again.

“Enjoying the view?”

Your cheeks heated up at the way he gave you a knowing smirk. “M-Maybe…”

Namjoon chuckled, shoving his hands in his pockets. “It’s alright for you to stare, baby. Although, I do feel like a piece of meat right now…”

You glared at him, crossing your arms. “Are you doing that on purpose?”

He had the nerve to look taken aback. “Doing what?”

“Parading yourself around like you’re an underwear model. You rarely walk around shirtless and you can’t give me the weather as an excuse, it’s 45 degrees outside!”

That dimpled smile of his returned as he came closer to you, giving you a better view of tanned muscles. “Well…you keep ignoring me for that damn show and I figured this was a way I could catch your attention. Looks like my plan worked.”

A mild part of you was annoyed at him interrupting your binge-watching but it was overpowered by a building surge of lust. It didn’t help that he was starting to give you a look you were familiar with…

“Sneaky bastard…how long do we have until the food gets here?”

His head tilted. “About 42 minutes now. Why?”

You reached out and hooked a finger into his waistband, pulling before letting the elastic snap against his skin. “Because you need to make it up to me for interrupting my show.”

Namjoon’s eyes darkened at your words, tongue running over his bottom lip. “Oh yeah? How do you want me to make it up to you?”

Your teeth flashed up at him. “Lie down.”

Your boyfriend wasted no time in following your order, lying down completely on the cushions after you stood up. His grin grew more when you straddled his thighs (shit, even those were thicker now). “So what did you have in mind for me?”

“I’ll let you know but first-” You rested your palms on the upper part of his chest. “I want to admire your hard work.”

“Ah…well, be my guest.”

You smirked at his approval, starting to let your hands roam on his skin. Even lying down, his chest felt firm, your fingers giving his pecs a slight grope, brushing past his nipples on purpose. You could feel the shudder run through him rather than see it. One of your hands went to travel up to his shoulder to land on his arm, curling around his bicep.

“Flex for me, baby?” Namjoon honored your request, making your breath catch at how the hard muscle filled up, forcing your hand to stretch out to accommodate it. “Damn…”

“You like that, babygirl?”

The use of your nickname made your grip on him tighten. “Yeah…God, how could I have missed all of this?”

Your boyfriend raised a brow. “Maybe if you weren’t obsessed with that show, you would have noticed earlier.”

You couldn’t fight back at that, your cheeks warming as your hand went back to his torso. Now they moved further down to rest on his abdomen. Your fingertips started running over each bump, wondering how many sit-ups he had to do to get to that point. Even the sides of his waist felt firm, your hands moving over to gently grope them as they traveled up and down.

“Mm, baby…you know what your hands do to me…”

“Oh?” Your head tilted in mock questioning. “What do they do?”

Namjoon gave you an eye roll before he took one of your hands, resting it on the bulge that was hidden under his shorts. “Does that answer your question?”

“Hmm-” You gave his clothed cock a light squeeze, drawing a grunt out of him. “I think so…might be better if I saw it though.”

His lips peeled back to show his straight teeth. “Well, don’t let me hold you back.”

You matched his smile before lifting your hips up to grab the waistband and lower his shorts down, enough for you to see his length, not fully hard yet but the sight was enough to send a tingle between your legs. Lifting a hand up, you spit on your palm before wrapping it around his cock, pulling a quiet groan from your boyfriend as you began stroking him. You would have liked to be more thorough with pleasuring him but the impending arrival of the food kept you focused.

After a couple of minutes, Namjoon was completely stiff and throbbing in your hand, prompting you to ask him. “How much longer?”

He glanced at the clock above the TV before panting out. “About- mnh- 33 minutes…”

Nodding, you let go of his dick (trying not to giggle at the way he pouted) before standing up. You made quick work of your bottoms and underwear, kicking them to the side before straddling your boyfriend again, this time hovering above his hips. Just as you were about to reach down for him, Namjoon’s hand came up to hold your wrist in place.

“Wait, baby…let me play with you for a bit?”

Your lip got caught between your teeth at his plea. “…fine. But don’t take too lo- ah-”

His hand wasted no time in placing itself between your thighs, teasing your folds with two of his fingers while his thumb gave feather-light swipes over your clit. “Already so wet…maybe I should walk around shirtless more often.”

“Ugh, if you do, I can’t promise- fuck- that I’ll let you leave this apartment for days.”

That dimpled smile returned as his fingers sunk into you. “Oh no…I don’t think the guys would like that you’re holding their leader hostage for sex.”

“Damn Namjoon- w-well, they’ll have to make do. Tell Jin to hold down the fort.”

He laughed. “Duly noted.”

His fingers kept working you up for a minute until you begged him to stop, the need for something thicker to fill you up growing. As soon as they exited with a wet sound, you reached down and held his cock up, lining it with your entrance before lowering yourself, your moan mixing with the groan he let out. Once your ass hit his upper thighs, you braced yourself and got ready to start moving until Namjoon’s hands gripped your hips. “Wait, wait.”

“What’s wrong?”

He ran a tongue over his lower lip, contemplating on something. “I…I wanna try something.”

You gave him a confused look as to what ‘something’ was but nonetheless, you nodded. As soon as he got the okay, Namjoon sat up and wrapped an arm around your waist before shifting to rest his body against the back of the couch, having you in his lap still. You figured he wanted to be closer to you until his hands went to grasp under your knees, pushing your legs back enough for his arms to hook under them, the position pulling a gasp from your lips as you felt him hit deeper inside. “N-Namjoon, what-”

“Shh, it’s alright, babygirl-” His hands gripped tight onto your ass as he shot you a smirk. “Let me do all the work.”

Nothing could have prepared you for how effortlessly he lifted you up before lowering you onto his dick.

“A-Ah-!”

Namjoon groaned as he repeated the motion, cursing at how you squeezed him when your skin touched his. “Fuck, Y/N, you really like this, huh? Your pussy is gripping the shit out of me…”

“Y-Yes, Joonie, I- oh God-” Your hands clung onto his shoulders when the next thrust hit you deep enough to make your toes curl. “Do that again…don’t stop!”

Your boyfriend obliged, keeping you moving up and down on him at a steady pace, loving how you were basically putty in his hands. He could only imagine how wild your mind was going at the demonstration of his newfound strength.

Oh, how right he was.

Namjoon was no stranger to lifting you up and manhandling you during sex but it was only for short periods of time. To have him keep going without showing any signs of weariness just increased your need for him, prompting you to whine out. “B-Baby…go faster-”

He growled lowly at your words, speeding up the movement of your body on top of his, reveling in the sharper cries coming from your mouth now. “That’s it, let me fuck you on my cock nice and hard-”

All you could do was look into your boyfriend’s face, those eyes boring into yours with unbridled lust, as your body bounced up and down, hands gripping tight to his muscled shoulders. Your hunger for food was gradually being replaced with a hunger for a finish that would leave your limbs weak and trembling. Your yearning was close to being fulfilled after some time, a ball of tension building up inside you that needed to be unraveled.

“Shit, Joon, I need to-!”

Namjoon was so focused on the various expressions on your face that he was surprised to hear your voice strain the words he wanted to hear. As much fun as this impromptu fucking was, the pressure behind his dick wanted to spread out. So he wet his full lips before rasping out at you.

“Come on, babygirl, do it for me. Let me feel you tighten on that dick-”

His command pushed you further along, whimpering openly until you came apart with a broken gasp, your boyfriend able to feel you shaking in his grip. Namjoon was able to last a few more pumps until he lowered you onto him completely, grunting loudly as he twitched and began filling you up with his release, hips bucking up a few times. Once the last spurt came out, he leaned into the cushions, chest heaving along with yours as you both caught your breath. He unhooked his arms from under your legs to allow you to rest them on the couch, leaning forward to bury your face in the crook of his neck, the scent of his body wash mixed with his sweat filling your senses. He felt the vibrations of you speaking against his skin.

“Wow, what have you been benching, 140?”

Namjoon gave a short laugh as his hands rubbed your lower back. “150, to be exact.”

You laughed as well, nuzzling his neck. “It shows.”

Your boyfriend gave your temple a kiss, unable to keep a smile of pride off his face. It was encouraging to see the results of his hard work in the mirror but it was nothing compared to your acknowledgment.

“Thanks baby.”

“Mhm. Now-” You brought your head up to give him a questioning look. “How much longer until our dinner comes?”

Namjoon glanced at the clock once more. “Uh…should be here in 19 minutes.”

Your face lit up. “Perfect! That means I can go back to my show!”

Namjoon’s face fell at your exclamation, feeling like his hard work had gone to waste. “Wh-What? Baby, can’t it wait until after we eat?!”

“No, it cannot, Mr. Kim.” You pouted and poked his nose with your finger. “Thanks for the sex but I didn’t say you were done making it up to me. And for your little stunt, you have to watch this episode with me now, got it?”

He knew from the beginning of your relationship that once you had that tone on, there was no arguing with you. All he could do was sigh and lean his head on the back of the couch.

“Yes Y/N.”

So much for his genius plan.

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