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omi-boshi · 2 months

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period cramps and a little bit of pining

your best friend omi comes over to take care of you during your period

tags: no plot just gratuitous fluff and yearning word count: 2.2k

through the haziness that comes from just waking up, you hear the muffled sound of knocking, followed by the click of the door unlocking. you poke your head out from under the covers, curious. the sound of footsteps and rustling just outside your bedroom door fill the space and truthfully, you should be more worried that a stranger has seemingly broken into your apartment. however, the lack of angry growling from your sweet great pyrenees and screams of bloody murder from the stranger soothe the concern that tries its damnest to rise above your grogginess. you stay quiet, curled up on your side, head still peeking out. the continuing muffled sounds almost lulling you to sleep, your eyes falling close. that's how kiyoomi finds you.

he pushes the bedroom door open. quietly, he pads over to the bed and crouches just beside where he can see your face. the concerned furrow between his brows softens slightly as he takes in your sleepy form. he debates waking you up, not wanting to disturb the sleep you're finally getting after a night dealing with cramps of the worst kind. he wishes nothing more than to indulge you as he always does but as your closest friend, he knows you have yet to get up and eat. and that takes priority. cautiously, he runs his fingers through your hair and down your cheek which you turn into, seeking the warmth radiating from his skin. the subconscious action disarms kiyoomi. he has to fight through the thumping in his heart to call your name until you finally start waking up. he watches as you rouse from your sleep, grumbling through the whole motion. it tugs a small smile up his lips. your eyes flutter open and the seconds that follow are punctuated by the stillness of the air as you stare up at him, slowly processing his presence. your eyes travel up his figure. the mask dangling from his right ear. the hoodie he wears — the one you usually steal from him. the fuzzy socks you got him for Christmas. the worn sweatpants you've told him many times to replace and yet he never does because it looks fine, you remember him arguing at some point. the memory of it makes you smile. your gaze trails to the soft curve of his lips, the moles partially covered by his damp messy hair — he must have showered before he came from practice — before finally landing on his eyes that quietly watch you. "hi," you finally whisper in what feels like eons. voice scratchy from disuse. "hey, sleepy head," he says just as softly, mirth coloring his tone. "what are you doing here?" "you texted me last night. did you forget?" you hum in confusion, sitting up slowly and pulling your arm from under the covers to look for your phone.

to omi!!! :] Yesterday 10:43 PM

omiii com e over tmrw :((( - from omi!!! :] Yesterday 10:44 PM

You okay? - from omi!!! :] Yesterday 10:44 PM

I have practice in the morning but I can come over after. Is that alright?

- to omi!!! :] Yesterday 11:07 PM

that work s yes!!! and im okya, just kinda in pain and loopy from the meds and sticky ;-; - to omi!!! :] Yesterday 11:07 PM

everything hurts n i cant sleep on my back but it's ok see u tmrw! - from omi!!! :] Yesterday 11:08 PM

It's that time, huh? - from omi!!! :] Yesterday 11:08 PM

Get some rest. I'll be there as soon as I can.

"oh," you mumble, as you scroll through your messages. "i thought I was dreaming." you put your phone down to look kiyoomi in the eyes, a tilt to your head. "i'm glad you actually came though." kiyoomi breathes in deeply, heart thumping so loud — at this point he's sure you can hear it. but of course, you are none the wiser as you continue peering down at him, sleepy smile on your face.

"of course, i would." he returns the smile. “anyway, i didn’t know what you wanted since you didn’t reply to me all morning.” he pulls out a paper bag that was sitting behind him. “so, i just got a bit of everything.” in your curiosity, you sit up straighter to look at the bag kiyoomi has brought. he starts pulling out its contents and showing them off to you with a dorky grin that grows the more items he shows you. there were donuts, churros, chocolates, cookies, mochi, bread of all variations, and a singular bottle of the tea drink you've been raving to him about the past month. "kiyoomi!" you yell, doubling over in laughter. "i can't eat all of this!" "well, good thing there's two of us," he rolls his eyes, grin still on his face. "in my defense, i didn't know what to get." which is a lie. sort of. because everything he got were things you mentioned craving the days leading up to this week. not that you needed to know that of course. "you'd ruin your diet for me, omi?" you pout, eye glimmering in amusement. "that's so sweet! come here!" you reach out to pinch his cheeks, cooing how your omi is the sweetest and kindest person there is and that people would know that more if you stop looking so grumpy, you idiot.he feels his ears flush and he pushes you — nudges, really — to the side, grumbling something about ungrateful spoiled brats. but he can't bring himself to actually chide you for it, not when you're high in spirits right now and he knows how the littlest things could set you off. he wants you happy for as long as your period lets you which isn't long; fickle as your moods are at these times. "alright, alright." he chuckles. "go freshen up and let's get some real food in you first before we eat the sweets," he stands up from his kneeling position on the floor, hand on your arm to pull you up, grunting as he does so. you groan as if remembering why he was here in the first place. you flop helplessly on the bed, boneless, unwilling to leave the inviting warmth of the blankets. "nooo," you whine, purposely obnoxious just to irk him enough to let you go. "i know what you're doing." he tugs again. "it's not gonna work." it's a losing battle, one that you fought valiantly 'til the end. your whining doesn't work and only ends with you thrown over his shoulder. you yelp, thumping his back with your fists in protest as he makes his way through the living room where your dog sees you both and follows you to the bathroom.

kiyoomi gently puts you down, righting your crumpled shirt. he chuckles at the look you send him. to him, you look about as threatening as a baby chick but he rightfully stays quiet. not taking any chances with your knees so close to his crotch. "there are some pads in the cabinet that i bought," he pauses to fix your hair that got messy from being upside down. "it's the kind you always have." you grumble out a thanks, still a bit peeved from being carried out of bed. kiyoomi was right, of course — you do need to freshen up — but you can still give him trouble for it. you're bleeding out and you feel all weird, sue you, right? "while you're here, i'll go heat up the food i got you — it's korean, by the way — and feed snowball too then we can do whatever you want after. sound good?" kiyoomi tilts his head towards you to see your face.

you don't answer immediately, still stubbornly holding on to the frustration of being forcefully pulled out of bed. but just like most things are with kiyoomi, it's a losing battle. again.

it doesn't take you long before you drop the pretenses and meet his gaze. what you see makes the fight in you leave all in one go. his gaze is warm with mirth and... something else. you don't know what it is but it makes you feel shy being at the receiving end of it. you are suddenly conscious of how sloppy you must look right now even though you know kiyoomi would not mind. in your rising embarrassment, you usher kiyoomi out of the bathroom, eyes not meeting his. snowball, who's just so happy to be there, follows kiyoomi out the door. a muffled boof! sounding through the door once you get it shut. you get your wits together and freshen up, taking extra time to deal with the flush on your cheeks that just won't disappear. kiyoomi is taking out the last of the food from the microwave as you come out of the bathroom, livelier now that you've washed your face. he greets you with a smile and calls you to the dining table. lunch is far calmer, a nice change of pace after the hectic ordeal of getting you out of bed. the strange shyness from earlier is forgotten temporarily as you both talk about nothing and everything; how volleyball practice went, how his courses are going, about the new show you wanted to watch with him. once you start feeling the cramps come up again, kiyoomi catches the change in your expression and decides it's time to go back to bed. he hands you the pill you take to treat the cramps and a glass of water. you give him a grateful smile and he ruffles your hair in return.

"go back to bed. i'll be there in a sec," he says, no room for argument. you feel a bit guilty not helping with the cleanup and you tell him as much. he only snorts and tells you it's fine and that it's what i'm here for.

it doesn't do much to abate your guilt but with the cramps only getting worse, there's not much of a choice to be made.

when kiyoomi comes back, he sees you curled up under the covers, eyes shut in pain. he grabs the rechargeable heating pad from across the room and nudges your hand with it. it's only then that you open your eyes.

"hi," you mutter, attempting to smile. "the medicine hasn't kicked in yet." you grab the offered heating pad. "hey, guess we're not watching that show then?" kiyoomi murmurs, knowing full well that you would want to sleep the ache away. you give him an apologetic smile which he only waves off. "i really wanted to watch it too," you mourn. "it's fine. we can watch it another time." he smiles kindly. the silence that follows is somewhat cautious, neither one sure where to go from here. usually, you would have invited kiyoomi into bed by now and he would groan his protest before reluctantly joining you, all the while you would be teasing him about it. but the shyness from before overtakes you and kiyoomi is unusually hesitant as well, eyes darting and feet shuffling in place.

he is the first to break the silence. "i'll head to the living room so you can sleep, okay?" he begins turning away from you. at his words, you hastily sit up. "omi," you call out. he looks to you, head tilted to let you know he's listening. you can barely hold eye contact as the next words stumble through your lips. "um, the-the heating pad falls off when i sleep on my side and, and you know how i can't sleep on my back because the bleeding would leak," you look away from his gaze. "do you... do you mind helping me?"

kiyoomi turns around, regarding you curiously. "and what do you want me to do?" knowing that words will fail you, you silently flip the covers and pat the space beside you. kiyoomi exhales and cautiously takes his spot on the bed, as if this is the first time he's done this. it makes you snort; your shyness and his hesitance, it's ridiculous. and yet you're unable to soothe your increasing heartbeat.

"and then?" kiyoomi asks, quietly.

shaking off the anxiety that's starting to take hold of you, you nudge his shoulder, urging him to lie down beside you. you turn your back towards him, reaching for his hand and slowly guiding it down to lay flat on the heating pad pressing to your lower abdomen. you swear you hear the sharp intake of breath over your shoulder; whether from the temperature of the heating pad or the action itself, you don't know.

kiyoomi is quick on the uptake and lays his palm fully on the pad. it takes you by surprise when he pulls you towards his chest that you can't help the little gasp you let out. "like this?" he asks, almost teasingly. the hesitance from before melting away from his tone. unfortunately for you, it does menacing things to your heart.

with your heart seizing in your chest, you hum your affirmative and relax in his hold. kiyoomi pulls up the covers on both of you and adjusts so that your head rests on his other arm. with the soft thump-thump of his heartbeat combined with the warmth from the heating pad and his body, you are slowly lulled to sleep. "we should talk about this, you know?" you hear just as you are on the brink of sleep and you only hum in response. you hear him chuckle, or rather feel the vibrations of it. And then lastly, a kiss to your hair. "another time then."

what comes after will be dealt with another time. for now, you will enjoy each other's warmth.

i wrote this on a whim because im currently bleeding out and everything hurts so bad and i wish i had an omi to take care of me ;;;;; I've got a more planned out fic that i can't wait to get out there i swear ;;;; pls take this crappy peace offering for now

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mimimui · 10 months

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comma after dearest (genshin impact)

wherein (character) reacts a certain way to a grammar mistake you made in your letter (or was it?)

includes: kazuha, ayato, thoma, xiao, zhongli, alhaitham, kaveh, scaramouche

tags: a bit unserious writing, fluff, i am obssessed with "it changed the meaning, did you intend this?" forgive me, not proofread

a/n: not sure if anyone's done this before, but take it as my apology for not having written in a while (╥﹏╥) my fever + colds are killing me & i have a lot of scheduled things to do for school aaaa. maybe i can write this with other fandoms as well ? (and character x character ships hehe) .. enjoy !

kazuha notices it immediately. aside from all the work with the fleet, he spends time reading—or rereading—your letters. written messages aren't uncommon when he's at sea, but this letter was different. had you made a mistake with your punctuation? no, it can't be, you've always opened your letters with "my dearest kazuha".

he blinked at the words, now seeing a comma between the word 'dearest' and his name. as much as he was confused, he was flustered. if this wasn't a mistake, and that you intentionally called him your dearest, then it's a shame you can't see how absolutely smitten he is for you right now.

ayato is busy going through papers and folders when he sees an envelope slide under his door. he chuckles as he reads his name in your writing, carefully picking it up and opening it. you have a habit of writing him letters and sliding it under his door while he works, which ayato finds very endearing.

when he reads "my dearest, ayato", his smile only widens more, finding new motivation to finish his assignments for the day so he can get to you as soon as possible. he knows how much effort you put into writing these short, yet loving, letters when he places this one on his (already full of other letters) pinboard.

thoma takes a while to realize, but when he finally notices it, his heart rate increases by a concerning amount. he loves you so much to the point that when he reads "my dearest, thoma", there's hearts in his eyes. thoma's so much happier after reading your letter, and now he's doing everything smiling.

ayaka told him he looks brighter than usual today, and ayato even asked him if he received good news. of course, he was shy about this, but he told the kamisato siblings it was nothing to worry about. though, he continues to do his work with a little bounce in step.

xiao denies it. he thinks he's read it wrong at first, but when he looks over at it again, it is confirmed that you did write him as your dearest. forgetting about the rest of the contents of the letter, xiao began to contemplate. an error like that was unlikely, especially since you're fond of writing.

the next time you meet, he has a hard time trying to bring up the topic. he knows you meant what you wrote, but he wants you to confirm it. when you tell him, "yes, i mean it." he tries to hold back a smile. keyword: tries.

zhongli adores the salutation. or rather, he adores you. he appreciates the sweet, small detail you added in. zhongli hurriedly, yet carefully, writes you a letter back, addressing you as "my dearest, (y/n)" and replying to the contents you had in yours.

he never really indulged in using endearments, but ever since your letter, he's only even been calling you his 'dearest'. when greeting you, when asking for your attention, when talking about you, whenever. zhongli's never said it outloud, but you know he absolutely loves that nickname now.

alhaitham is amused. he thinks you genuinely made a mistake in your letter, but doesn't address it until he returns to sumeru. when you see him again, he brings it up, expecting to be able to playfully taunt you about it. but he was so wrong.

"but you're my dearest. how is that wrong grammar?" you say, turning the situation around and teasing him instead. alhaitham wanted to tease you so much that he didn't bother to think of other possibilities. he's defeated, and all he can say is, "...i have no reply."

kaveh doesn't know how to react to it. should he be flustered, or correcting you for the mistake? was it even a mistake? he does write you a letter back, but best believe he immediately asks you about it as soon as he comes back home. "did you intend this?" he says, showing you your letter.

when you nod your head, all the shyness and blush that should've came in before came in now. kaveh uses the folded letter to cover his smile, but it's too wide and too bright to even try to. when you tease him about it, he strongly denies having his heart race from it.

scaramouche chooses to ignore it. he knows you wrote that punctuation on purpose, but he doesn't want show that he's thinking about it. this ultimately failed when he doesn't write you back, and you knew something was up with him. once he returns and he acts indifferent, you bring it up.

his eyes widen as he looks away, realizing he forgot to reply to that letter. scaramouche hesitates before quietly apologizing, mumbling something about 'my dearest' and 'running out of paper'.

thanks for reading (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

#genshin x reader #kazuha x reader #ayato x reader #thoma x reader #xiao x reader #zhongli x reader #alhaitham x reader #kaveh x reader #scaramouche x reader

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togenabi · 7 months

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the language of flowers

gojo satoru x reader (royalty au)

♡—All your life, you have been training for the role of Empress... But nothing could have prepared you to be Satoru's wife.

word count♡— 4.7k (I came back swinging y'all)

genre♡— fluff, royalty au

aged up characters♡— 18+

content notes♡— arranged marriage, romance, crown prince (maybe ooc) gojo, flowers, no use of y/n, afab!reader, ur a princess we're all princesses, minor chara oc's, mentions of my other au's, reader's father is a jerk, reader is tough but falls hard, not fully proofread

author's note♡— this took a while! september was ridiculously busy for me but I did my best with this to compensate! this is also very self indulgent, but I hope you enjoy it! xoxo, belle

As a child, you found out of your engagement to the Crown Prince by accident.

On a chilly winter's evening, you had been chasing the Royal Secretary's cat around the palace. Your father, the King, would frown upon you playing games at this hour. You should be writing essays, learning dance or banquet etiquette.

But all that can wait, you think. You've just spotted the end of a fluffy tail dart around the next corner.

When you catch up to it, the orange tabby is curiously peering into a room—whose grand double doors are slightly ajar. Eyes widening, you quicken your steps but make sure to minimize any sound. The last thing you needed was to be spotted skirting your duties right in front of the King's study.

You let out a huff of relief once you've gently picked up the cat, your arms hugging it to your chest.

Just as you're about to sneak away, however, you hear your name.

From the gap in the door, streams of golden light pour out; contrasting with the darkness of the hallway. The silhouettes of your father and his Secretary leave shadowed patterns on the floor.

You listen, as these silhouettes plan your future without you.

“Ha!” The King bellows. “My daughter. Empress. I never thought I'd see the day.”

Your heart stutters. What?

“When will you inform her, Your Majesty?”

The shadow on the painted tiles waves a hand dismissively as your father does.

“I'll leave that to you, Montgomery. Tell her that she should be honored.”

Heavy footsteps sound as he paces. “It was concerning to have a daughter as a firstborn. I knew she couldn't be made to rule what I've built, but I'll finally have a steady pawn in The Empire once she's sent away.”

Pain shoots into you. Your eyes begin to sting. You had always known your brother was the favorite despite all the hard work you've put in, but to be spoken of as a pawn... Could it be that you have not worked hard enough?

You suddenly remember where you are. Remember how slacking off brought you here. Heartbroken, you hug the cat tighter.

The words your father speak as you walk away deepens the dagger in your chest.

“Do not settle for anything less than perfect for her coursework. She's to be Empress, after all.”

On that chilly winter's evening, your heart froze over like the snow-covered branches looming outside.

...

Several years later.

The carriage goes over a bump in the road, but you do not show discomfort or act without grace. Your expression is controlled and your posture is correct as you balance yourself.

Across from you, Secretary Mont holds a newspaper up, the front page faces you as he reads. Large bold letters take up the entire upper half of the paper:

‘CITIZENS QUESTION IF EMPRESS-TO-BE IS WORTHY OF THE CROWN PRINCE’

You scoff. It makes Mont meet your gaze over the paper before flipping it; he frowns disapprovingly at the front-most article.

“Do not mind them, Your Highness.” He folds the paper and sets it aside—as if it would help prove his point. “The people are not used to your presence yet, but they will be. They will see how you are the perfect choice for Empress.”

The Princess is power hungry, someone who was interviewed had said. You wanted the Empire for yourself, apparently.

Jealous. Vain. Possessive. Dramatic.

Shifting your gaze to the window, you contemplate what you had done to garner such a negative image. Could you have done anything differently?

Your father's face appears in your mind's eye. That same ever-present scowl on his face as he says you should do better. You should be grateful. You should be nothing less than what you've been preparing all these years for. Everything must be perfect.

The Imperial Palace comes into view. It stands high and grand, shining under the bright midday sun. The cloudless blue sky above it makes the scene picturesque.

After the wedding in four months, it is to be your new home.

The Imperial Princess, your betrothed's younger sister, greets you when you arrive. You curtsy to each other, and she surprises you by reaching out to take your hands in hers. She gives them a firm yet friendly squeeze.

“I'm pleased to welcome you, my sister-to-be.” She beams, and you return the look with your own small, composed smile.

“I am honored to be here. Thank you for taking the time to receive me personally.” You gently lower your hands, letting her go.

She leads you inside, passing lines of palace staff as you enter.

“Congratulations on your own engagement, by the way.” You say honestly. After assessing her for a moment, you carefully remark, “I hear you and Prince Toge are quite happy.”

“We are.” She nods, smile glowing even more at the mention of her beloved. “Please allow me to say that I hope you and my brother find your own happiness, despite the ‘political arrangement’ of it all.”

“I thank you for your well-wishes.”

“Would you like an escort to your chambers?” The Princess offers once you reach a grand curving staircase.

“If you have other duties, I will not keep you.” You give her a bow, the ends of your dress brushing the polished marble flooring.

“Very well.” She nods. “A servant will inform you when dinner is ready.”

Gathering your skirt, you make your way up the steps to the east wing, where the guest chambers are.

Your eyes find the path to the west wing, where the royal families' rooms can be found. Soon enough, you would be heading there instead of east. Hopefully, the Prince will be amicable to live with.

The chambers reserved for you are exactly how you remember them. It's spotless and feels homey despite you only visiting a few times a year.

This is the only place you can be truly alone. Your father, try as he might, has no power here.

You step towards the balcony, opening the glass doors that lead outside. The wind caresses your skin like a soft kiss to your cheek, and you take a deep breath to savor it.

Four months.

That's all you have left. Four months of freedom here.

Another breeze passes. It carries with it a tiny dandelion wisp. Catching it almost feels like holding onto air, and yet it is there between your fingers. Small and weighing nothing, but there nonetheless.

For such a small thing, it strengthens your resolve.

You're not here for freedom. You're here to be Empress. And that's all that matters. You will not let anything get under your skin and interfere with your responsibilities.

...

So you said, only to find yourself in a very unexpected situation.

Dinner was uneventful, your only gripe was that your betrothed was not present. You had hoped to show everyone that you got along well... Even if you've only really spoken a handful of times.

However, once you returned to your chambers, you spot the balcony door open once more. Beyond it, looking out at the view of the city, was the Crown Prince himself.

You try not to let your unpreparedness get to you. Bowing respectfully, you greet him. “Good evening, Your Highness. May I ask what brings you here?”

The Prince turns to you, crossing one ankle over the other as he casually leans on the balcony.

“There you are.” Satoru says, his head tilting as he observes you.

You eye him warily, trying to decipher his intentions. If he wanted to see you, he could have simply shown up to dinner. “What are you doing?”

He steps forward. You step back. “Is it a crime to want time alone with my—”

Sighing, you should have expected him to want more time with the future—

“—wife?”

The word knocks the wind out of you.

Of all the names you have been called, ��wife’ is a new addition to the list.

You are your parents' daughter, your country's princess, and are to be the Empire's most powerful woman.

And yet, to one person... to Satoru, you are to be his wife.

It's almost strange to think about. Your earliest memory of your betrothed is back when he was small and scrawny. It was difficult to take him seriously back then.

Now, something has changed in him. Or it could also be that he's always been like this, and this is a side to him he doesn't show to others that often.

Satoru watches you process the word, seeming to have something to say, but decides against it. You half expected him to tease you for being flabbergasted, but he patiently waits for you to speak first.

“Why are you here at this hour?”

He grins, eyes bringing shame to those distant stars hanging in the sky behind him.

“I didn't want our first meeting in ages to have so many spectators." Satoru explains. “If I had shown up earlier, the scribes would have taken note of how many times I blinked or how fast I chewed."

His jesting does not put you at ease at all. “I have a feeling you have something to say that should not be recorded or overheard.”

“That's true. However,” Satoru says pointedly, “The hour is far too late for all that I wish to say, so I will simply bid you goodnight with this...”

Out of nowhere, he pulls out a red flower with curling petals.

You keep your eyes on his as you reach for the flower's stem. Satoru watches you back, smiling softly. He's backing away before you can thank him, but he doesn't look like he minds. He seems to be happy you didn't reject it.

“Goodnight, my dear.” He bows, and makes his exit.

...Through the balcony. Again.

You step out and try to find where he disappeared to, but he's gone.

The moonlight out here allows you to get a better look at the flower. How curious. Usually, people in the Empire give roses, don't they?

The red carnation twirls between your fingers, and you think of how much more grand and tangible it is compared to the dandelion wisp that found you before dinner.

...

Carnations mean many different things, according to this book on the language of flowers you picked up. It all depends on the color.

Pink carnations symbolize fondness and remembrance. Some also consider it to mean not being able to forget someone.

White carnations mean purity, good luck, and new beginnings. It's a common way of wishing someone safe travels.

Yellow carnations have varying meanings. Sometimes, they are used for apologies. But most often they are given to express disdain, symbolizing a hopeless state of mind. You stare at the illustration next to the passage. The yellow watercolor is so bright and vibrant, it makes you wonder what it did to deserve such sad connotations.

Setting the book down for a moment, you rest your eyes by scanning the library. Countless shelves with even more countless books. A golden candlestick here. A priceless painting there. A stack of yesterday's newspaper lying a few tables away.

Something unpleasant settles in your chest. You ignore it and resume reading.

Naturally, as is the case for most red flowers, the red carnation means love. True, passionate love and affection.

You shut the book softly, tracing the embossed petals on the cover while thinking of the red carnation sitting on your bedside table.

Things could have gone worse, you suppose. At least Satoru didn't give you a striped carnation, which has no other meaning than rejection.

Secretary Mont enters the library before you could dwell more on that thought. He's arrived with several palace staff for additional wedding plans.

“Your Highness,” Only Mont greets you, but they all bow in unison.

You nod, and gesture to the table. “Be seated. Let's begin with the urgent concerns first.”

Apparently, the most urgent problem was that Satoru had not approved any of the table dressing color schemes. When you review the options, you think you can assume why. There can only be so many shades of white and cream and pearl.

“What shall we do, Your Highness?” One of the butlers ask.

“Give me a few samples, I'll talk to the Crown Prince myself.”

You almost regret saying that, because once you did, several staff began tripping over themselves, requesting you bring up other preparations with Satoru.

Secretary Mont asks if he should schedule an appointment with your betrothed, but you decline. Something tells you that he will show up again tonight.

And so, here you were after dinner in your chambers. A box of wedding planning materials rests next to you on the bed. You left the balcony doors open this time, and he shows up just as you predicted.

“Aw, were you expecting me?” He's smiling at you as he approaches, but it falters once he sees the box.

He lets out a loud breath before settling on your bed too, the box sits between you. “Alright, let's do this.”

“Start with these.” You hand him some fabric swatches, he looks at them in disdain.

“Pearl, then.” He says, barely even looking through all the options.

“Don't decide hastily.” You can't help but reprimand. “It's not just the color you have to consider, but the material as well.”

Satoru blinks, but presses his fingers to feel the texture of the fabric at your suggestion. “Is pearl not good then?”

“It's pretty, but it's too shiny.” You explain. “The sheen doesn't make it soft or comfortable to use.”

“Ah.” He breathes out, understanding what you mean.

You tell yourself your heart doesn't beat louder when he picks the one you had your eye on. Satoru holds the sample fabric up, the label attached reads ‘Snow’.

A clean, classic sort of white. Soft to the touch, almost fluffy. You don't have to tell him that you agree, he can already guess from the way you glance at him.

He doesn't need to know that your eyes strayed to his hair. Soft. Fluffy.

Clearing your throat, you change the subject by bringing out some tableware samples. “Shall we discuss these, next?”

An hour and thirty kinds of invitation cards later, a short break is due. You're writing down your decisions when Satoru calls your name.

You've moved to your desk by now, since your bed has become some sort of wedding moodboard. Something clinking together reaches your ears, and you turn to find that Satoru had tea brought up. He pours you a cup and carefully hands it to you.

“Thank you.” You respond gratefully, taking a sip before turning back to the lists in front of you.

“Aren't you tired?” Satoru asks, reading your writing over your shoulder.

“This is actually quite easy for me.” You admit. “Wedding planning is unexpectedly... Pleasant.”

Satoru laughs softly. “You're probably the only one in this palace who thinks it's pleasant to work with me.”

After a moment, he continues. “I suppose... That's a good thing, if we're to be wed.”

His words make you pause writing. You suddenly feel shy, warmth spreading on your cheeks. The kind you're sure isn't from the flame crackling in the fireplace.

How silly that you're becoming bashful after being engaged to him since you were children. The thundering of your heart can wait.

“I agree.” You respond, not turning to face him. You will not allow him to see you uncomposed like you did the previous night. “I wasn't sure what to expect from our marriage, but I would appreciate it if we were companionable.”

The rest of the evening proceeds smoothly, though you do notice Satoru becoming more silent as the night goes on.

The next day, you spot Satoru speaking to foreign delegates. Something is different in the way he carries himself in front of them. His posture is that of a proper Emperor, not a cheeky prince that sneaks into your room at night.

... It's probably best that no one finds out about that, lest a scandal breaks before you even get married.

When the delegates leave, you're about to approach and greet Satoru when he, unmistakably meets your eyes, then walks in the opposite direction.

You're left there, confused and perhaps even a little hurt. But you stone your expression and carry on as if nothing has happened. Your lessons taught you to be graceful, even in times you feel anything but.

By late afternoon, it's painfully obvious that Satoru is ignoring you. When he rushes through his lunch and gets up right when you take your seat, you try your best to look unaffected.

Hopefully, you're the only one who's noticed so far. If word reaches Secretary Mont, word will reach your father... That troubles you more than you can put to words.

Satoru doesn't show up for your scheduled wedding planning session with the rest of the staff. You're careful not to say that you'll speak with your betrothed, and thankfully no one mentions it even if it shows they wish you did. You're not even sure if he'll show up at your balcony tonight.

When the hour turns ten, the time he's usually here, he isn't. You sigh and can't help feeling a little disappointed.

Perhaps you said something wrong last night. Maybe you should apologize for something. Or he could just be busy, you tell yourself. You can't expect the Crown Prince to always have time to sneak away to you, can't you?

Something taps against the glass of the balcony doors. It breaks your train of thought, and causes your heart to leap just a bit.

But when you go to check, no one's there. You open the doors to find a single red carnation, just like the one he gave the first night.

You're only barely successful at hiding your relief. You reach for it and glance around once more, just to make sure if he left any other trace of him. There are none, but after you lock the doors and turn in for the night, two carnations in a glass vase calm you in a way you hadn't let yourself feel in a long time.

...

A maid knocks at your door a tad earlier than you're used to. When you ask about what's going on, she says she has to prepare you for the Crown Prince's departure.

“He's leaving?” You ask as you rise from bed, already headed for the bathroom to clean up.

“Yes, Your Highness.” She sifts through your wardrobe for your clothes. “He is to go on a business trip to settle trade agreements.”

“How long will he be gone for?”

“I cannot say for certain, Your Highness.”

Pausing in thought, you look to the balcony doors.

A rush of determination fills you as you ask the maid, “Could you prepare something for me?”

The head butler said that he could be gone for two or three weeks. Weeks before you see that face of his, which has a surprisingly forlorn expression on it.

“Thank you for seeing me off.” Satoru acknowledges you with a smile, but his eyes reveal how tired and troubled he truly is.

You say nothing at first, silently taking steps closer to him. You could practically feel the air freeze over as everyone watching holds their breath. This is the closest the two of you have appeared in public.

You reveal a white carnation held in the hand you hid behind you. The stem is cut short, just enough so that it fits into the pocket on his coat.

“I will take care of things here while you're gone.” You assure him, taking a step back to admire how the white flower suits him.

Satoru seems to be at a loss for words, but his eyes regain their usual spark when he addresses you again. “It seems I have nothing to worry about, then.”

You feel stares at your back as the carriage departs, but pay them no mind. You intend to keep your word and perform your duties while the prince is gone.

On your way to the library, you overhear the Imperial Princess and Sir Nanami speaking to each other.

They're in the next hallway, and you were just about to turn to it when you hear your name spoken. You press your back to the wall and listen.

“I'm glad Her Highness seems to have liked my brother.” The princess says. “And of course, I know Satoru would have been over the moon because of that flower.”

Sir Nanami hums. “His concerns were nothing to be worried about after all.”

The princess laughs. “Oh, what was it again that he said? That she friendzoned him?”

“It was that she companion-zoned him.”

You huff quietly. So that's why Satoru had been ignoring you yesterday.

“I look forward to their blooming relationship. I'm sure Her Highness will come around.” Is the last you hear of their conversation as they continue on their way, their footsteps fading further into the hall.

Come around? To what?

A grandfather clock chimes to signal the change of the hour, and you realize you've dilly-dallied for long enough. The rest of your way to the library has no people whispering about you and your betrothed or the flower you sent him off with.

But you would be lying if you said you'd forgotten about what the princess said.

...

Ever since Satoru left, he's been writing you letters. He said his sister gave him the idea.

You've given up on replying on every letter he sends. It seems as though he writes to you daily, and you simply can't keep up. He insists on writing no matter how busy he gets.

His fifth letter is so short that it should be called a note:

‘The flowers here are lovely. I had a bookmark made for you.’

That same bookmark, a dried pink carnation, sits between the pages of the novel you're currently reading. It makes you consider pressing the red carnations Satoru had given you so that they're not just left to wilt.

You write back once a week. But what you lack in quantity of letters you make up with the number of pages you write, and you tell Satoru as such. There are many things you want to report, so you don't hold back on anything.

Well, perhaps you don't quite tell him that you can't fall asleep until you spot the moon through the balcony glass. Or that you think of him whenever you're not distracted enough.

In Satoru's fifteenth letter, he brings the unfortunate news that his return will be delayed. He will have been gone for four weeks before he comes home, and the journey back will take three days at the latest.

Unable to express your disappointment outright, you instead imply that he should make haste for the wedding preparations. That he shouldn't miss the food tasting or the floral arrangements.

‘I trust my wife to make all the right decisions. Even if you don't, I'll consider them right anyway.’

There he goes again, calling you wife when you haven't married yet. It also dawns on you that Satoru has only ever called you by name, or addressed you as his wife. He's probably the only person who hasn't referred to you as Empress-to-be.

You're quickly learning that with Satoru, you're finding yourself again. It's rare for you to feel more than just a princess or Empress in training, but he makes it effortless with just a few words.

...

You begin counting down the days when Satoru writes that trade negotiations have finally concluded. He should be home in four days, and you can hardly wait to see his face again.

But of course, Satoru finds a way to bewilder you by arriving home early. In the middle of the night, no less. And naturally, through the balcony.

Wiping the sleep from your eyes, you try to decipher if his visage is a dream or a trick or the light. But when he laughs, and tells you he missed you dearly, you need no further proof.

Satoru clasps your hands with his, running his thumbs over your fingers and knuckles. Your eyes travel down to his boots, which are filthy with dirt and grass. His hair is ruffled and windswept.

“Did you,” The word settles on your tongue when you pause. “...Rush here on horseback?” You ask incredulously.

Satoru laughs again, and wraps his arms around you. “Are you complaining?”

You blink, and tentatively wrap your arms around his middle. “No. I'm glad you're home.”

Satoru is so warm compared to the night air that surrounds you. You almost complain when he pulls back, but the serious look in his eye makes you keep your mouth shut.

He clears his throat and rubs your shoulders before taking your hands again. You're completely shocked when he sinks to one knee.

“I know that we're already engaged.” Satoru begins. “I know that we've been preparing for this for years, but I just wanted to ask you properly. Because you deserve it.”

He pulls out a ring, a diamond shines at its center.

“Marry me, and I shall spend every moment of my life proving my love for you.”

“Yes. I will.” You respond, and he slips the ring onto your finger. How does he keep getting more and more lovely?

You place your hands on the sides of his face, pulling him up to you. You kiss him, and the air ignites like a spark brought to life.

It's tender, and careful, and carries all the things you wish to say to him. How you missed him. How you love the flowers he gives you. How excited you are to have him by your side for forever.

When you break apart, he seems surprised to find you reflecting his happiness back at him. He's about to speak, but not before he can resist the urge to kisses you again.

You smile into the kiss, but place a hand on his chest, pushing him to ask, “You were about to say?”

“...I've always known I would treat you right when we got engaged. That was always a given.” Satoru cradles your face gently, making you feel like the most precious in the world to him. “You were chosen because you're smart, and you worked harder than anyone else.”

“...But I saw you one day, when we were kids.” He speaks carefully. “You were trying your best to impress your father, but not at all happy...”

“From then on, I decided to make it my mission to make you smile.” To prove his point, he places his thumbs at the corners of your mouth to drag them up playfully. You laugh and swat his hands away.

“A real smile, just like that! None of those diplomatic half-smiles you always throw out to please people. That won't work on me.”

“Before you are the Empress, you are my wife. And I will love and treasure you as such.”

...

He says those same words at the wedding. You jest that he has no originality, but it brings you to tears just the same.

The wedding happens in the palace gardens, surrounded by countless beautiful flowers that dance and sway under the sun when the wind blows. Everything is, in every sense of the word, perfect.

For this moment, you are not the Empress. Not yet. The world can wait a day, you decide. Everything else can wait while you bask in the glowing warmth this man offers you.

As you leave the ceremony behind with your arms linked together, Satoru leans into your ear so you can hear him over the cheering crowd. “What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing,” Petals shower you both on your way, and you can't help but smile. “Just that we're perfect together.”

Satoru laughs in agreement. “Damn right we are.”

Several staff are positioned at the exit of the gardens, ready to escort you both to the carriages that will take you through the Empire to greet your subjects... But something makes you pause at the end of the aisle.

You pluck a red carnation from one of the floral displays before turning to your husband. You tuck the flower into the chest pocket of his suit, snug in front of his pocket square.

When you glance up to see his reaction, he's already beaming at you, looking indescribably happy.

“I love you too.” He says, taking your hand and pressing the softest of kisses on top of your wedding ring.

When you sent him away back then, you remember thinking how the white carnation matched well with him. Looking at him now, however, the red flower over his heart seems to overflow with all the love and all the words that need not be spoken. You like this one much better.

He leans down to pluck another identical flower, and gently tucks it behind your ear.

Satisfied, he holds your hand tight, leading you to the rest of your lives with the assurance that he will never let go.

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xwingsandohs · 1 year

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‘Haunted Beauty’ | Spencer Reid

prompt: ‘Person A likes to sketch, and B catches them sketching, and asks what they are drawing. Person A had been drawing B, so they stutter out an excuse while slamming their sketchbook closed.’

word count: 2.3k

content warnings?: none. fluff

a/n: this is the beginning of a renaissance where i come back to tumblr. bare with me while i reformat stuff and checkout my recent posts if ya can

When you reach eleven days without being called out to the field for a case, there’s a lull in the BAU that leaves everyone bored and irritable.

Morgan sits at his corner desk twiddling his pen, spinning on his chair and occasionally ripping up small pieces of paper to aim at someone’s (usually Reid’s) head. His aim is terrible, only because the small, rolled-up balls weigh so little, so you can watch with suppressed giggles until Reid finally notices his game. A hit to the head leads to an irritated “Hey!” - While you and Morgan laugh openly.

Morgan walks over to ruffle the messy hair of your colleague and picks up the small mess he’s left on the floor around him- Spencer shuts the small notebook he’d been working in at the disruption.

You spin around on your chair to see Emily not-so-subtly looking for cheap flights on her laptop- one of her favourite ways to guarantee her time-off is approved is by booking the trip before she even puts in the request. There’s no need for the efforts really, Hotch has never denied a PTO request since your jobs are so demanding, though it doesn’t hurt to be sure.

JJ comes up behind Emily waving an empty mug, asking if she wants another coffee too. She nods, groans into a “God, yes please.” - before JJ begins to ask about her vacation plans and where she hopes to go, pointing at her computer.

Coffee sounds like a fantastic idea, so you stand from your chair and do a lazy spin towards Morgan - “Yes please, mama.” - and taking the empty cup from Spencer’s extended hand too before he even gets the chance to ask. You smile at him warmly- and before you even get a chance to lean over and see what he’s been working on, he’s slammed his notebook shut again and said “Actually, I could do with a break too, I’ll join you.”

You nod and shrug acceptingly, and Spencer jogs across to JJ when she shouts to make enough for everyone, and grabs the two mugs from her hand as well. “Thanks, Spence.”

It takes you only a minute to prep the coffee, replacing the filter and dumping in some grounds and Spencer has swooped in to fill up the water jug before you get the chance. You thank him, and watch as he turns to the sink in the small kitchenette, flicks the tap on and watches as the water fills its container.

He’s wearing a comfortable-looking navy cardigan, it’s well-fitting and you’re acutely aware of how he’s allowed his own sense of style to come through in his working wardrobe over his years in the BAU. You allow yourself an indulgent look at your co-worker while his back is to you, grinning slightly as you enjoy the view.

“How’s the case files?” He asks as he finishes loading the machine and presses the button to let the coffee drip. His hands glide in their motions after so long of using the machine most days.

“I finished all my consults, now it’s just an endless pile of cold cases to keep me busy.” You drag out a few vowels as you speak, teetering close to yawning in exasperation but the easy nights at home have kept you well-rested.

“Me too.” He shrugs, gently pushing the tub of sugar closer to the mugs to use when the coffee has finished.

“What are you making notes on?” You ask, and lean your body comfortably against the countertop.

“Notes?” He scrunches his face.

“You’ve been scribbling in your notebook for the past half hour.” “Oh!”

Realisation washes over his face, and you wonder if there’s a reason for his unusually cloudy brain. You laugh just once and raise an eyebrow in confusion at him.

“Nothing in particular, just some musings to keep me busy.” He shrugs.

There’s an old metal tin sitting on the side, some cookies that an agent had made and brought in for everyone to take from. You reach across and open it, looking closely for the biggest one before taking it. You snap it in half and present the biggest piece to the man beside you.

“Thanks.” He utters, before taking an indulgent bite.

“What kind of musings are keeping Dr Reid busy on this fine Thursday afternoon?” You ask with a glint in your eye.

He shrugs, and begins to mumble through his cookie-filled mouth before pausing to actually swallow before he speaks. His action makes you giggle. “I was asked if I’d like to do a guest lecture on profiling for the FBI Academy and I’m not really sure if I want to do it.”

“Why not?” You ask sincerely.

“I think a lot of my stories about the job might change their mind about working here.” He smiles, you both laugh, and then he shakes his head. He’s not wrong. “No, I’m kidding. I’m just not sure if I’m ready for doing something like that alone, I think there’s a lot of pressure for lecturers to be engaging and informative, and I tend to go off on a tangent.”

“I love your tangents.” You reply honestly and with a smile, which he returns appreciatively, and a little rosy in the cheeks. “But I know what you mean, I’m a profiler for a living but I don’t think I could get on a stage and give a good lecture on it.”

“I, um,” He smiles wistfully and nods his head as he speaks, something he frequently does. “I’d love to run my own classes at the Academy or maybe Georgetown one day, but I’m not ready for that kind of responsibility yet.”

He’d be a fantastic professor, you know this. And you’re sure he’d have a lecture full of hopeful psychology fanatics just like you both once were. “Maybe a guest lecture is a good trial run, even if it’s a little out of your comfort zone.”

“Yeah.” He smiles, then begins to pour out the coffees. Each mug is almost identical- white or navy with some variation of the FBI logo on, but somehow he knows who’s is who’s, and leaves enough room for cream in cups that need it. “Which case would you choose?”

“For a guest lecture?” He nods. “Um…”

It’s difficult, while every case is important you know that a balance needs to be found in a case chosen for an Academy lecture- it can’t be too standard, it wouldn’t show off why your jobs are so important or might even struggle to keep the audience interested. But you can’t choose one of your worst cases either, some of them can be particularly heavy even for you all to think back on.

“Maybe the zodiac imitator?” You suggest with a shrug. “You can go through how you deduced it wasn’t the real zodiac, looking for messages in online articles, Garcia going through MENSA records, you could even talk about navigating all the reporters and public attention.”

“Y’know, I was thinking about that one.” He agrees and you tap his arm playfully. “The trainees always enjoy the imitator cases.”

“As much as you can enjoy this kinda thing, right?” You laugh humorlessly. Spencer knows everyone’s coffee preference off by heart, you know that, but it still makes you feel a little hot when he perfects your drink and holds it out to you.

“Maybe ‘interested in’ would be a better way to put it.” He corrects himself with a similar chuckle. You nod in agreement.

You both take a small moment to enjoy a sip of your drinks before taking the rest of the mugs to the members of your team- Morgan grins at Reid as he passes his mug, and JJ and Emily thank you when you bring their drinks too.

“What do you think,” JJ calls you by name. “Where would you go for a beach holiday?”

“Beach?” You say and laugh lightly. “Wherever Morgan’s not going.”

They both grin and laugh, and you hear Emily begin to say “Y’know I’ve seen those pictures of Morgan’s Jamaican resort…”

You head back to your own desk, you have Reid right in front of you and Morgan at a table across from you both, it makes for easy conversation and sharing of the sweet treats you bring in when you try to hide them from the rest of the team- more for you that way. Every so often you stop on your way to work and fill up a pick ‘n’ mix, you know by now that Spencer’s favourites are the chocolate jazzles and Morgan loves anything sour.

Emily shouts for Morgan to help her find a holiday destination, so he shakes his head playfully and taps you on the shoulder as he walks past you.

The coffee is perfect as you sip it, just slightly hot, not too sweet and not too strong. You cradle it between two hands as you step past your desk and stop in front of Spencer’s, leaning gently against the table. He looks up at you, mid sip, and raises his eyebrows to ask what you need from him.

“Can I see what you’ve been writing?” You ask innocently, pointing at the small brown book that sits central on his desk. A pen sticks out of the top of it to hold the page he was using, and he seems unusually shocked by your question.

You’re profilers, though Spencer is a surprisingly good liar, you have a feeling he wasn’t pondering a guest lecture for the Academy.

“There’s nothing important in there.” He shakes his head and instinctively goes to pull it out of reach.

“C’mon, Reid!” You giggle, putting your coffee cup down in a space on his desk. “I just wanna know what’s been keeping you occupied. You’ve been scribbling in it all afternoon, so secretively too.”

“I-I’m not-” He pauses, stuttering and puts his own mug down and out of reach before pulling the pen from between the pages of his notebook. He leaves the brown pad where it is. “being secretive, why do you want to see?”

“I’m just curious.” You say, bowing your head in apology. “I didn’t mean to pry, I’ll just leave you to it.”

“N-no, wait,” He stops you, seeing your small change in demeanour and immediately washing with guilt. Your body language changes just slightly, not quite closed off but a little less open and maybe a smidge of your own guilt for possibly upsetting him. He’s not upset, and he certainly does want you to be. “I’m sorry. I-I’m just, um,”

You turn back to him, offering another apologetic look. It’s not necessary, and he holds the notebook tightly in his hand, looking at it while he thinks. “Would you like to see?”

“Only if you want me to.”

“Why not?” He hums, gently passing the small brown book to you. You take it, just as gently, curling a finger into the gap created by the pen to hold the open page.

The brown book is worn on the edges, creased from opening so many times and his recent page is over half way through. You’ve seen him scribble in it frequently, and you’ve seen the way he slips it into his satchel at the end of the day- it’s important to him, you know that.

You open the page and it’s a drawing, a sketch in black biro. You’ve seen some of Reid’s drawings before- wavy lines, shrunken eyes and wiry hair, it’s his own unique style of illustration and you love his hidden passion for it. His drawings have been of imaginary characters, animals, even halloween decorations; they have a haunted aspect to them and you admire his talent for capturing the way he sees the world. This one is adorned with small wavy lines bouncing off the central figure.

“It’s-” This one you recognise, an unhidden smile and the shape of the hair. “-me. You drew me?”

“Um… yeah.” He smiles, but it doesn’t hide his nerves as he shifts in his chair while you look over the lines he’s made.

It’s today, you know the top you’re wearing today and one wiggly line for the chair you’ve been perched on. Your hair is styled as it is today, but you haven’t smiled so brightly today, you haven’t had the reason. That part, you realise, is from his memory. You like that he thinks of you as a happy person- the lines show that too, they add a bright, liveliness to the illustration of you.

There’s small flowers on the page adjacent- lavender, daisies, chrysanthemums, with what you assume is the scientific name underneath. They dot across the page like a printed pattern, but with the handwriting you know of Spencer all around. Underneath the drawing of you, though you’re not sure if it’s meant to describe both pages, it says “Beautiful”.

“Wow, Spence- I mean- Spencer,” You stutter over your words, grinning and feeling flushed at the thought of him spending his afternoon drawing you so dearly. “It’s amazing, you’re really good at art, y’know.”

“Thanks.” He replies sweetly, face unabashedly pink and smiling from ear to ear. “It’s um, really tempting to draw you when you’re sitting right across from me. I wanted to try and capture your smile but my drawings have given you more of a… haunting beauty.”

You don’t know what to say, still smiling and stuttering over nothing at all as you look over to him, to the drawing, then him again. His pride in his work makes his face light up in a way you rarely see on the job. “A-and Spence is fine, if you like.”

“Thanks for letting me see, Spence.” You say, dancing lightly around the last word, an affectionate nickname you know is only reserved for the special few. It feels good to be special to him. “I’ve never been very good at drawing.”

“I don’t think skill matters when you’re passionate about what you’re trying to recreate on the page.” He says with a simple smile, then bites down on his bottom lip to stop it from being too bright.

“You think so?” “Yeah.”

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a/n: and just for funsies…

#writing #catching the other doing something cute prompts #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid drabble #spencer reid prompts

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mariondeux · 2 years

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PRETTY D-O-L-L

— SYNOPSIS ; Mika orders a voodoo sex doll to be made of you, and the moment it arrives he doesn’t think he can wait to use it.

CW ; NSFW, Non-con(?), Voodoo sex doll, obsessiveness, mentions of public humiliation

WORD COUNT ; 1295

PAIRING ; Obsessed!Mika Kagehira x Male!Reader

A/N ; Back at it again with procrastinating on requests and writing long self indulgent fics! I also used this fic idea as an excuse to finally use this card of Mika’s hehe

FEMALE ALIGNED DNI.

A miniature doll of you, complete with all of the same features as you, including the recognizable outfit you professed to love, was in Mika's hands.

He had been anxiously awaiting the mail delivery of this item for a few months, and when it eventually came, he was overjoyed to have something that was connected to you. You felt so out of reach to him, that this really was the next best thing to resort to.

He noticed the tiny tag on your neck as he rolled the doll over onto its belly. It bore the brand name he had paid for, but that wasn't really important.

Now comes the anticipated moment.

Mika took the doll's clothes off, and as he did so, he gasped as he saw it stripped bare. Everything he wanted was in the doll, including a perfectly sized hole to grip his cock and a little penis.

By this point, you may have surmised that the doll he was holding was a voodoo sex doll of you. Mika made a special effort to search for another way to be closer to you, and he had it in his hands.

He was unzipping his pants, unbuttoning them, and slipping his cock out of his boxers while holding the doll in his left hand. Mika couldn't wait to use you—or, more specifically, the doll version of you. In either case, you would feel him fucking you full. The only way to test if this was legit was to fuck the doll he had in his hands.

Your eyes were entirely fixed on the screen directly in front of you as you slouched over your desk. You put off doing your assignment for the past few days even though the due date was tomorrow. Now as 12 AM is approaching, you're scrambling to finish your work.

A tingling feeling had crawled its way up your body, but you paid no mind to it. It’s probably because of the air conditioner.

That is, up until your body temperature started to gradually increase and your groin started to slowly harden. It felt so strange—almost like someone was stroking your dick, yet nobody was there!

As you stumbled away from your desk, you let out a tiny whine and pushed your pencil and papers out of the way. Your body fell directly onto your bed, flipping over and landing on your stomach as this strange sensation persisted. Shit, you were hard now. Why was this happening? One second you were perfectly fine, and god now you’re humping your mattress.

You slapped a hand over your mouth as something had entered your asshole. Or— What felt like something entered you. Your hand moved over and slid your pants off of you, using a single finger to feel around your hole till you realized nothing was there. It was just air.

Now you are completely confused. This all didn’t make sense!

You nearly choked on your own spit as your body propelled itself into the bed, and along with that a powerful thrust was delivered into your ass. You moan and hide your face in your bedsheets out of humiliation. As the sensation persisted—your hole being being constantly stimulated from nothing and the little moans leaving you without wanting to.

Mika fought to suppress a groan as his cock was buried into the doll and his hand was forcefully cupped over his mouth. You wouldn't mind if he fucked your brains out, wouldn't you? This felt much better than he had anticipated.

He swiftly brought the hand up and down on his cock while maintaining a strong grasp on the doll. His hips occasionally bucked up into the doll to heighten the pleasure. You had no idea how badly he wanted and needed to feel his cock completely violate your insides. And if you were being affected by this? Well, he’s hoping you remember this for the rest of your life.

The doll nearly felt like a fleshlight. Although it was a doll version of you, it essentially served the same purpose. God, wasn't he really fucking you like you were nothing more than a sex doll?

“(name).. Fuck— I bet you have such a fucked out face right now, don’t ya? Such a whore for my cock~ I wish I could see the way yer reactin’ to me fuckin’ you stupid..” Mika couldn’t help but say out loud. He did wish he could see you now; perhaps he ought to have done this closer to you. If he did this while you were in public, it would be entertaining to see as you keel over and let out whorish cries in response to him dicking you down.

He wanted you so badly, to bend you over his bed and fuck you into it. He wanted you to be here rather than this doll, but this doll was just a step closer to you. His moans grew louder, as did the force of his thrusts, as the back of Mika's hand pressed against his mouth. He was so turned on just thinking about you; only you could give him this sensation.

Your thoughts were all over the place, and the strange thrusts into your ass were too much for you to bear. Wanton moans were coming out of you continuously, you wouldn’t doubt that at least one person had to have heard you by now.

You’ve never felt anything like this, you didn’t know what else to do besides to just lay down and accept it like a good dog. All of this was really annoying! You were supposed to be working, but instead you were just lying in bed having nothing fuck you into some brainless idiot. Your hand shakily made its way over to your cock, rubbing at the tip to smear the pre-cum before fully stroking the entire thing. Your cock was a throbbing red.

You needed to come so bad, if you came untouched because of whatever the hell was happening to you you’d cry. Your voice was so hoarse from the profuse amounts of moans you’d been letting out, it was so embarrassing. You didn’t want this to be happening to you, not right now!

You wailed as you came onto your bed and completely collapsed on top of the cum, which was now stuck into the mattress. You felt so dirty, the thrusts into your ass didn’t stop at all. You were overstimulated and felt so filthy that you could feel tears starting to well up in your eyes.

You don’t know how much longer of this you could take.

Mika was so close to pumping this tiny doll with all of his seed. He had to taint this doll with his essence; in fact, he might even be able to leave it in your room or at your door. You were being fucked so nicely to prove to you that he had been thinking of you and that it wasn't a fever dream. It was him all along, only he could have you kneeling for him, begging for more.

In order to make sure that all of his cum had filled the poor tiny doll, he proceeded to use it, fucking it just a few more times before totally burying his cock within. Mika exhaled heavily as he collapsed on his bed and allowed the doll to rest on his cock, its head drooping to the side from the doll's imbalanced weight.

A droopy grin came on Mika's face as he raised his head a little to look at the doll, and an image of you all fucked up, sitting on his cock, appeared in his thoughts.

He couldn’t wait to go see you in a few minutes after he dresses himself properly.

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blue-jisungs · 3 months

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silent hug

author's note. this is veeeery self indulgent bc my exams r killing me so yeah 👍

genre. hurt to comfort (i think?), classmates to friends ??? idk man just whipped n cute sunoo

summary. in which your classmate comforts you when you tear up in class :(

warnings. cursing, reader is in a bad place mentally,, kinda hinting to academic burnout? ,, crying :( + not proofread, sorry!!

word count. 1286

with a heavy sigh you plopped down on the chair, putting your bag on the desk. the walk from the bus stop to the university tired you out but at least you got four or five minutes before the classes started. so you rested your head against the bag and closed your eyes, taking in a little more sleep than you could get this morning.

the final season is coming to an end, finally. but weirdly enough, you don’t feel relieved. sure, there’s only three or four exams left – and you haven’t really studied for them but that’s a thing to do the day before, isn’t it? – but you can’t help but feel the exhaustion. your friends chat about how there’s less things to take then it was at the beginning, sure. but the closer you get to the midterm break, the less motivation you have. and the tiredness that accumulated throughout the whole month is seeking its way out.

which is why you’re a mess nowadays. promising yourself to study but ending up doing everything but studying, falling asleep at ungodly hours (and regretting it later)… or shutting yourself down from the world. your friends got used to it, everyone has their lives after classes after all. but you carry on with do not disturb on most of the time, missing out their conversations on chats and tiktoks they’ve sent you. sure, you could’ve read them later – but there’s a sinking feeling of guilt (and a dazzle of overthinking) that you’re such a shitty friend.

all of this causes your negative emotions to bottle up. and you know it’s not a good thing, especially when you feel like you’re about to cry when a minor inconvenience occurs. but you’re stronger than that, no? the thought of locking yourself in your room during the break keeps you alive, pushing the sadness – seemingly – away.

a sudden tap on your shoulder caused you to open your eyes and lazily shift your focus to your classmate, sunoo. you looked around and didn’t see your friends… well, they probably skipped the classes since some of them are careless just like that.

"it’s about to start" sunoo smiled gently and you noticed the way his ebony gaze lingered on you for a while longer. great, you should’ve put at least some foundation.

"thanks" you nodded and took out your ipad, the other hand rubbing your eye. here we go…

"i feel like… some people in this class don’t take my lessons seriously" the professor started and you froze, heart skipping a beat. he couldn’t possibly mean you, right? “the final exam is around the corner and some of you… did not too well on the quiz"

oh, well. it’s definitely aimed at you.

"i’ll hand them out at the end of the class and then run over your mistakes. now we’ll do a revision. and you better listen" the man says and you could swear his piercing gaze is drilling into your soul.

an unpleasant feeling of warmth creeped into your face and once again you curse yourself for not putting any makeup. sunoo glanced at you, a sad smile on his lips.

the professor approached you at the end, when all of the students already left. putting the paper sheet with a nasty P– on it, you frowned. hey, you passed!

"y/n, i’m really disappointed. i don’t know what’s going on but that’s the worst work of yours so far. pull yourself together. there’s so many major mistakes… spellings… it’s not an academic level. you were one point away from not passing this one" his words hit a cord in your heart, your palms beginning to sweat. he patted the paper and returned to his desk, grabbing his stuff.

and you didn’t even know when that happened – your sweaty palms shaking, breath getting stuck in your throat, vision blurry because of tears.

you packed your things and wanted to leave but your legs felt too weak. your professor left, causing you to end up all alone in the room.

you sniffed, trying to wipe out the tears but they seemed to have other plans.

"don’t cry, idiot. it’s fucking embarrassing" you breathed out to yourself, voice barely above a whisper.

"y/n, if you want… oh. are you okay?"

you would normally look up to see who that was but the realization of someone even seeing you in such state caused your face to redden even more. pulling your t-shirt up to hide your face in it, you felt like there was no way out: you couldn’t possibly stop crying. it was like your professor’s words triggered something.

"i’m… hey, it’s okay. did he say anything bad to you? or do?" someone approached you and you shook your head as a no. "can i stay here?"

you hesitantly peeled from your shirt and noticed sunoo. his gaze softened upon seeing your teary eyes, lashes wet and flushed face.

"just… don’t mind me" you mumbled and hid your face in your shirt again. you just couldn’t stand someone seeing you in such state, whether it was someone close or a stranger.

"i… i don’t know what he said but i’ve noticed that there’s something going on with you. and may have heard what your friends said... do you want to talk about it?" sunoo asked gently and all he could hear were the harsh sobs leaving your lips.

"they talk about me behind my back?" you whined, your shoulders shaking even more. his eyes widened. that was not the best thing to say…

"no, no! i mean they said you look really tired lately…" he explained hastily and suddenly you looked up. your shirt was soaked with tears and your face was a mess, your pupils blown and wet stains on your cheeks.

"i’m so tired, sunoo. i don’t think i can handle this anymore… and everyone seems to be doing great… just not me…" you mumbled, sending him a sad smile. the pearly tears balanced at the edge of your waterline, ready to spill. he shook his head.

"you’ve got this, i know you do. you got here somehow in the first place, no? if you want, i can help you. with anything. i’m not the smartest but i do understand some things so…" he stopped talking upon seeing your curious gaze.

"why are you doing this?” you asked, sniffling.

"i just… you’re my classmate in a need of help. i couldn’t stand there and not do anything when i heard you cry. and now there’s no way out, isn’t it?" sunoo joked and his face lit up. oh, this boy was a literal sunshine.

"you said everything?" you mumbled, unsurely. he nodded, a caring smile tugging on his lips "can… hmpfh… can i hug you…?"

the words were so quiet, sunoo barely heard them. but he noticed the begging look in your eyes and who was he to deny? it’s not like he would mind, either.

sunoo just opened your arms and you hugged him tightly, wrapping your arms around his waist. he patted your back soothingly, letting you let out all of your pent up stress.

a part of sunoo’s heart raced because he wouldn’t have ever imagined that he would hug his hallway crush. the other part which caused his heart to race was the embrace itself, your smell and you in general – and he was happy he could help you.

neither of you didn’t have to talk right now. a silent hug that expressed more than a sentences could ever. and both of you knew, sitting here glued to each other and in comfortable silence, that it was a beginning of a beautiful friendship.

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moon-rivr · 7 months

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amarte a la antigua

pairing: miguel o’hara x reader

warnings: none, just fluff :)

author’s note: purely self indulgent ngl, but i hope you all enjoy nonetheless 🥸 (working on forbidden pt 2 and the two requests i got 🫡)

word count: 2085

Miguel took some time to get himself to acknowledge that feeling love, accepting it, is human and that he deserved it despite everything he went through. He spent months isolated from contact after what happened with Gabriella, processing the loss on his own and not wanting to put himself in that vulnerable position again. The concept of falling in love was abnormal to him, putting all your trust in some person and expecting them not to use it against you.

Miguel thought you might be mean by the way that you didn't bother to speak to no one else at work or try to hang out like some of the other workers. Then again, he also saw the way your eyes sparkled and the way you opened your mouth when someone said something interesting only to shut it when you heard someone else start to talk. He found you interesting to say the least, a stark difference from the loud and energetic coworkers he has to constantly deal with. He quickly came to the realization that it wasn't that you didn't want to seem mean, but you didn't know to approach the people here.

While everyone was off at happy hour, Miguel had stayed back to work on some research for his newest project when he ran into you. You were shaking the vending machine to get the stuck bag of chips, causing him to let out a small chuckle. You turned around, your eyes widened as the bag of chips finally fell. "Sorry about that, I spent my last dollar on that thing and I wasn't gonna let it steal it," you muttered, grabbing your bag of chips. "I have some leftover pizza if you want," he suggested, unsure of why he wanted to help you.

Miguel led you to his office, watching from the corner of his eye with an amused smile as you ate your chips. He turned on the lights, going over to one of the desks to clear up some of the paperwork. "Sorry about that, I was doing some research," he mumbled, putting the papers to the side before walking to the microwave in the corner of the room. He grabbed two pizza slices, glancing over at you. "Do you want me to heat it up?" He asked, opening up the microwave door. "Who eats leftover pizza warm?" You remarked, grabbing the slice from him as you sat down at the lab table. Miguel rolled his eyes at your remark, putting his pizza in the microwave and started to heat it up as he tried to ignore your teasing giggles.

The two of you continued to talk for most of the night, your research completely disregarded. "So why didn't you go to happy hour?" He asked, throwing away his empty plate before sitting back down. "I don't know, I guess I feel like the outsider in this family, y'know? And it's not like I don't want to talk to people, I just don't know how," you replied, helping him clean up a bit. "And why didn't you go?" Your question surprised him a bit, but he tried not to show just how much. "I’d say it's kind of the opposite for me, I just don't see the point of pretending to be friendly just for drinks," he shrugged, looking over at you. He saw that you wanted to ask him something, your eyes shining with curiosity, but he decided not to coax it out.

You and Miguel had spent more late nights together, talking and eating leftovers from whatever restaurant he picked. One night while the two of you were eating empanadas, he saw that you were a bit more agitated than usual. "What's wrong?" He asked, setting down the sugary treat as he looked at you. "Dating apps, man. I swear all the men there suck," you replied, looking at him as you set down your phone. Miguel wasn't sure why, but he felt his blood boiling as he heard you talking about dating someone else. "What type of flowers do you like?" He asked out of the blue, wiping his mouth with a napkin. As you told him what you liked, he made sure to take note of it as you two continued to talk through the night.

Miguel left some of the flowers that you liked next morning at your desk, grabbing one of them so he would know when it was time to get a fresh bouquet. He felt his heart beating faster at the way you beamed, hugging him tightly and thanking him for the flowers. Usually, he wasn't that much of a hugger or a fan of general physical contact, but he couldn't help but hold you a bit longer as you hugged him. The scent of your perfume hit his nostrils as the hug lingered on, the combined scent of you and the perfume making his brain fuzzy. "I'm glad you liked the flowers," he said after you pulled away, a small smile forming on his own lips as he saw how happy you were. A selfish part of him was hoping that you'd delete those dating apps after you saw how good he could treat you, better than any of those men.

During these little dinner dates, he also learned more things about you such as what songs you had on repeat and what books you were reading. He felt like a love-sick idiot when he walked into the romance section of Barnes and Nobles, picking up the romance book he saw you reading earlier on your lunch break. He wanted to engage in some of the things you liked to do so you'd have someone to talk to about you liked, wanting to see the excited spark in your eye when you rambled.

The next time Miguel left flowers on your desk, he decided to try out writing a letter. The letter was simple, just telling you how much he appreciated your friendship and telling you all the little things he appreciated about you. The way you made sure he was okay whenever someone's kid at the lab had a birthday and leaving him small snacks whenever he had a late day at the office. At the end of the letter, he asked if you would do him the pleasure of letting him take you out on a date, since he couldn't trust himself to get the words out effectively. "Of course I'll go on a date with you," he heard you speak when you stepped in his office, a smile appearing on his face. "I'll pick you up at Friday at 5."

Miguel felt his heartbeat in his ears as he waited outside of your apartment building, looking in the rear view window to make sure his hair wasn't sticking out. He felt his throat grow dry as he saw you step out at exactly five, the dress you were wearing highlighting every curve. He liked seeing you in your everyday lab attire, but he couldn't deny the fact that you just looked so beautiful dressed up. He got out of the car, handing you a fresh bouquet of flowers with a smile and opened up the door for you. When you smiled at him, he felt like he couldn't get enough of it and he was determined to get more of those smiles just for him.

He pulled up to a nice restaurant in Queens, opening up the door for you once he finished parking. He extended his hand out as he helped you get out of the car, taking note of the warmth of your hand and how well it fit around his. He opened up the restaurant door, stepping in behind you before a waitress led you two to the table. Miguel had called ahead to get some candles lit up around the table, providing with the perfect romantic atmosphere since he wanted to top all the other dates you've had.

You two fell into easy conversation as you shared a meal, the way you spoke and enunciated your words sounding like a melody to his ears. "Have I ever told you just how much I like being in your company?" He asked you, brushing a strand of hair from your face. he saw the way your brows raised in surprise and let out a small chuckle, taking a sip from his drink. "Eres tan dulce para ser tan timida," he added, putting his drink down. He wiped some spaghetti sauce that had dribbled down to the side of your mouth, his gaze on you as he licked it off his thumb. (you're too sweet to be so shy)

His eyes wandered off to the atmosphere of the restaurant, eventually landing on a small jukebox in the corner. He got up from the table with the excuse of needing to use the restroom before walking over to the jukebox. He put in a dollar, flipping through some of the songs that were available before selecting "Amarte a la Antigua" by Pedro Fernández. He walked back over to the table, extending a hand out with a smile on his face. You grabbed his hand and allowed him to lead you to the middle of the restaurant, slowly moving to the melody of the song. He gently hummed some of the lyrics, looking into your eyes as he spoke.

Amarte a la antigua

Entregarte mi vida

Llenarte de rosas, cantarte canciones, pintarte caricias

Even though some of the guests at the restaurants were clapping at the two of you, Miguel kept his gaze directly on you as he took the way your eyes sparkled under the lights. "Can I kiss you?" He asked softly, not wanting to scare you away just yet. He knew that you weren't exactly in your comfort zone with all these people staring, but he had an overwhelming urge to taste you. You nodded, leaning into meet his lips as he kissed you. He felt like he was on cloud nine with the way you kissed him, tentative and slow like you wanted to capture his essence just right. His hands moved to your waist, holding you in place as his lips moved against yours. The taste of your cherry lipgloss overwhelmed his senses along with the way your hands wrapped in his hair, pulling him even closer to you. He pulled away, his chest slightly heaving a bit and his cheeks flushed as he smiled at you. He couldn't wait to do that again.

The two of you left the restaurant shortly after and he noticed the way you had folded your arms across your chest, trying to keep yourself warm. He took off his jacket, putting it on your shoulders as he led you to the car. "You can keep it if you want, it looks better on you anyways," he said, watching as you put it on and got warm. The drive back home was mostly silent, the soft jazz filling up the atmosphere. He turned to look at you once he stopped at a red light, his hand gently stroking yours. "I'm sorry if i made you uncomfortable at the restaurant. I know you're not comfortable with that many people looking at you, but I just wanted to express how much you mean to me," he spoke up, his gaze on you as you turned around to look at him. "I liked it. even if it was out of my comfort zone, I appreciated it a lot," you replied, your eyes meeting his as you spoke.

He arrived at your apartment building a couple minutes later, watching as you unbuckled your seatbelt. He grabbed your chin, kissing you once more. this kiss was more for him than anything else, he just needed to feel you one more time before you left. Your lips felt plush against his, the softness of the kiss breaking away any reservations he had towards you. He pulled away a couple seconds later to catch his breath, his fingertips lingering on his mouth just to make sure it was real. "Thank you for the best date I've had," you whispered, leaning into kiss his cheek. He watched as you got out of the car and went up to your apartment building, not wanting to leave until he made sure you were safe. From that moment, he quickly realized he was falling hard for you. He learned why people put themselves in that position of vulnerability.

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yannights · 2 months

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Hi, I love your Wriothesley work!I was wondering what would happen if reader tried to hurt Wriothesley during an outburst? Would he be mad or brush it of?

Thank you for the request!!! I love it so much that I think a serves as a great prequel for my "Depth " series, so I wrote a little story around it, and I hope it answers your question

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Wriothesley is not a brute, he is not completely delusional either. He is fully aware of how his actions affect you and he knows that you hate him for it. So he allows you keep the dignity you desire, he lets you sleep on the floor, he leaves you to bath alone. However nothing stops him from loving you. Your presence is all he needs from you. He is what can be can considered as a 'chill dude' if you get mad at him, he will mostly like try to brush it off if notihing is at stake. For instance if you demand to go out, he will most likely refuse since he doesn't trust the other inmate's around to not pull a stunt with you.

The more time passes, the more he craves more from you. Your approval, your love. Everything he wants is within your grasp, so he will indulge it from time to time. He will demand hugs, or a kiss, and despite your rejection, he enjoys and cherishes these moments. So, as the days pass, the tantrums will start to get irritating, despite his composure, he will start to feel angry at you for not advancing your relationship as he pleases, and if things escalate to a braking point, he will take action.

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As Wriothesley sat at his desk, the weight of his responsibilities pressed down upon him, each signature on the papers before him a reminder of the endless demands of his position as the duke. Despite the tranquility of the day, the constant stream of complaints and regulations left him feeling drained and weary.

You, on the other hand, sat on the couch nearby, a comforting presence amidst the chaos of his duties. With a cup of vanilla tea in hand, which Wriothesley had prepared it especially for you, a small gesture of 'kindness' amidst the hustle and bustle of the day. As you sipped the fragrant tea, its soothing warmth washed over you, providing a momentary respite from the stresses of your position. As you took another sip of the vanilla tea, a sudden vision flashed before your eyes. You found yourself sitting in a café, savoring the same tea as the sun set in the distance. The memory of that simpler time lingered, a bittersweet reminder of the life you once knew before returning to Wriothesley's office.

This reality boiled you with pure rage, you aggressively put the cup down onto the table. As Wriothesley observed your sudden outburst, a faint smirk played across his lips, though he made no overt comment. The silence only fueled the fire of your rage, simmering beneath the surface as you struggled to contain it. Wriothesley on the other hand wanted to see how far your limits would go, so he decided he would partake in a little game.

"Well, well," he began, his voice dripping with mock concern, "it seems our little tea break has taken a rather dramatic turn, hasn't it?" His taunting tone only served to stoke the flames of your anger, the heat of it pulsating through every fiber of your being.

Without a word, you snatched another cup from the tray and hurled it in his direction with all the force you could muster. But Wriothesley was quick to react, dodging the projectile by leaning to his left. A visible unpleased looked appeared on his face. Exhausted and annoyed by your actions, Wriothesley slowly stood up from his desk, and looked down at you with a stone cold expression, intensifying his icy gaze from his frozen coloured eyes. With furrowed eyebrows, Wriothesley could no longer hide the pain arising from your attitude, and had finally decided he would have proper discussion about your childish behaviour.

"My, my," he chuckled though the anger in his eyes unmistakable, "someone's feeling rather spirited today, aren't they? "

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Author:

So yeah, for me, he would probably try and talk to you first. Unlike a lot of fanfics, I don't think he resort to violence with darling, maybe intimidation. Like I said he's a chill guy, he would either brush it off or just results to a non-lethal way of showing that what you are doing isn't good. But everyone has a limit, right. So if you do manage to make him angry which is rare he would probably try and talk it out and then find another solution if it's not working.

Hope you enjoyed~~~~

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imrllytootiredforthis · 1 year

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i brought smth w me... https://vt.tiktok.com/ZS8KnMoKx/

😨🫣sub juni who's into choking,,,,and the fact that you have so much control over him drives him insane so he just might cum on spot when u lay ur hands on his throat let alone squeeze it gently 🫠

nononononononononono, because now you got me THINKING,

perfect pretty bunny juni who has a dirty little secret, hiding it from you like you won't happily indulge in it for him🙄

so you have to find it out one day when he's just so needy, you haven't touched him in days, too busy with other things like work and school and being tired the rest of the time,

he's just so pent up and desperate for anything you have to give him,

but you're still busy☹️

still sitting at your desk, ignoring his whining and attempts to gain your attention. ignoring his hands running up your thighs and over your shoulders, leaving little pecks on your neck, careful not to go too far without your permission.

but you give him no reaction, not a moan or a sigh or a warning that he'll be punished if he doesn't stop soon.

he whines.

"please. just pay attention to me. me, i'm right here. please, please, please."

you finally glance at him, look at him out of the corner of your eye, but it's enough, he'll take anything he can get at this point.

but if he doesn't act fast, he knows that your attention will quickly wane off, back to whatever boring paper you're writing.

"I'll let you fuck me!"

nothing, a blank stare in reply to his heated outburst.

"i'll get off on your thigh,"

nope, c'mon there has to be something

"i'll let you play with my nipples-i'll eat you out? dress me up-i'll put on my prettiest-" you look back down at your paper and his heart drops,

"nono, please! i'll-i'll" he grasps at straws, "i-i can ride you? put on a skirt for you?"

"look bunny, i'm really busy, maybe now's not the best ti-"

"-choke me!"

your full attention is on him. 100%, fully, body turned to face him. "what did you say?"

"ch-choke me?" he sounds unsure, before slowly gaining confidence. "I-i want you to choke me. please."

"okay bunny."

in no time at all, you're paper is forgotten and his body is shoved on top of it, your body pinning his against the desk, eyes dark and hungry for him. for him.

"want me to choke you, huh? such a dirty little thing." he shivers and nods, helplessly grabbing onto your upper arms as your hands trace around his neck, feeling around. "such a pretty neck. so perfect, just like the rest of you."

you run a finger over his adams apple, pressing a quick but burning kiss to his skin. "would be even more perfect with my handmark. right," your hand presses lightly, not yet adding pressure but enough that he feels you firmly, "here. wouldn't you bunny?"

he doesn't trust his voice. doesn't trust it not to tremble and crack if he tries to reply, so once again, he nods, swallowing.

you can feel it all under your hand, feel him swallowing, feel his heart beating so fast you're almost afraid it'll try to leap out of his chest.

"tell me if it's too much."

and then you press down, squeezing just hard enough for his thoughts to slip away, for his thoughts to become incoherent and the words on his tongue turn into a gaspy kind of moan.

his heartbeat quickens and his face turns red, a single tear slipping from his eyes.

"m-more~"

he didn't think it would feel this good, didn't think he could feel this good. all floaty and high, his hips rut down, practically riding the thigh you've placed between his legs.

it's been so long, so long since you've touched him, since he's felt like this.

that's why he feels the undeniable coil tightening inside of him, his orgasm fast-approaching. it's because he's been denied so long and now he so sensitive.

that's what the tells himself.

you press harder and a choked moan scrambles past his lips, jarbled. "so pretty like this, so pretty being choked-does it feel good?"

he'd nod but he can't. can't nod, can't talk, can't fucking think besides wondering how the hell this feels so good?

"aww, close already? but i've barely done anything." you taunt, "guess i'll just have to stop." he nearly sobs when you pull back, when, when,

you shove him harder against the desk, effectively ripping a moan from his lips with the roughness. "wanna play with you more before you cum."

this is so much longer than i though it'd be, sorry😭

#inbox💌#d7dream<3 #sub yeonjun #txt smut #sub txt #sub! txt #hard thoughts #dom reader #txt hard thoughts #queued :p

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luvxiem · 2 years

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the stars aligned for us

word count ! 【idk】idk【idk】 pairing ! luxiem x gn!reader (separately) genre ! fluff, mild angst on luca's part summary ! different soulmate au tropes w our faves bc i'm weak and love self indulgence 🤭 soulmate aus my beloved cw ! non-explicit violence/injuries on luca's part notes ! this was written on my phone so sorry for the uggy formatting and any typos 😭💔 btw tysm for 100 followers 🥺🫶 i appreciate y'all lots for enjoying my shit LMFAOOO it's just me projecting on here but i'm glad u guys enjoy it anyways when u wanna read a fanfic so bad but it doesn't exist yet so u gotta write it urself also kindred plz don't kill me for calling vox an asshole i meant it endearingly (insert "'i hate him' while putting up his picture" meme here)

.｡.:*☆ IKE EVELAND !

TROPE: SEEING COLORS

ike's world has been black and white for as long as he could remember

his friends have always told him how beautiful everything be came after they made eye contact with their soulmate for the first time

despite them trying their best to describe colors (what does a "warm" color even look like anyway?) it was hard for ike to really care

after all, how can you miss something you never experienced?

but more than seeing colors, the novelist just wanted to meet his soulmate

it wasn't that he was lonely; ike had his fair share of relationships in the past with others like him (those who haven't had the chance to meet their soulmate just yet, but wanted to date anyways)

however being a writer comes with a certain sense of romanticism and a lust for life, and ike was no exception

he's always loved the thought of meeting someone who was perfect for him in every way; a person who he could be his honest self around and love with all his heart

this is why when he suddenly started seeing colors he never could've imagined on a busy sidewalk, he immediately started scanning the crowd for you

he spotted you under the canopy of a nearby cafe. you were looking around with clear awe on your face, mouth slightly agape as you took in the new world around you, not even noticing the grumbles of passerby who narrowly avoided you.

you looked almost ethereal in your (now known as blue) button up, the sunshine leaving your skin in a warm glow. the gentle breeze ruffled your hair just right, and the novelist couldn't tear his gaze away.

as much as ike wanted to admire his new view too, he was more focused on making sure he didn't lose you. he's thought about it countless of times—dreamt of it, even—of somehow meeting his soulmate and losing them right away, never to be seen again. ike's lost enough sleep over it and he was determined to not make his nightmares a reality.

pushing past shoulders with rushed "sorry's" and "excuse me's," ike rushed to get to you as quick as possible; and soon enough, he was now standing face to face with you—the person who would become the love of his life.

your gaze fell onto him and an unspoken realization was met. you could feel it to; the ecstasy blooming in your very core at finally meeting your other half.

"hi," he breathed, a broad smile adorning his face. "i think i'm your soulmate."

.｡.:*☆ LUCA KANESHIRO !

TROPE: MUTUAL PAIN

woe is the soulmate of a certain blonde haired mafia boss

injuries came with the job, unfortunately, but the soft-hearted man couldn't help but feel sorry for his soulmate

luca knew some most of his injuries weren't normal. civilians don't get bullet wounds in their arm or knife slashes to the chest

did his soulmate worry for him? or were they wishing they weren't fated at all? as much as it hurt, luca couldn't find it in himself to blame them if they did

the small pricks he felt on his fingertips from presumably paper cuts can't compare to literally getting stabbed in the back

eventually it came to a point where luca tried to stop going outside altogether

he can't obtain any further injuries if he's always at the base, right?

but that fantasy couldn't last forever.

the one day he had to be escorted to a different location, him and his guards got ambushed

luca was the only one who got away, but not without sustaining a bullet wound to his shoulder

it wasn't as bad as it could've been but it still hurt like a bitch

stumbling into an alleyway, the blonde collapsed next to a dumpster, creating a loud thud that echoed into the night

luca was ready to rip off a piece of his shirt to wrap his shoulder when suddenly a bright light momentarily blinded him

standing a little bit away was you, pointing your phone flashlight on him while gripping your shoulder in your other hand

"so you're a med student?" luca asks, gritting his teeth when you dab at his bullet wound with rubbing alcohol. tossing the cotton ball, you reach into your first aid kit for gauze.

"yeah," you say quietly, starting to wrap his shoulder. the blonde frowns noticing how you refuse to meet his eyes. he opened his mouth to say something but you beat him to it.

"i chose this path because of you." at your words luca's eyebrow raises in question. you finished wrapping him up and now rest your hands in your lap, fiddling with your fingers. "you got so many injuries growing up and i didn't know what to do. i was worried you didn't have anyone to help you so i wanted to learn how," you explain quietly. at this the mafia boss's gaze softens.

"how'd you know? that i'm your soulmate, i mean," he asks. reaching up, you gently grazed the large scar on his abdomen with your fingers.

"i recognized your injuries," you said. luca shivered at your touch, raising his non-injured arm to cover your hand with his.

"i'm glad i ran into you then, soulmate."

.｡.:*☆ MYSTA RIAS !

TROPE: COUNTDOWN TIMER

mysta's known since he was five that he had a soulmate, just like every other five-year-old in his class

but there was one teeny little problem

ok actually it was a major problem

his timer seemed to be broken

instead of the few years or days or months like his friends had, his timer was set to decades

because of how long his timer was set for, mysta was teased mercilessly for "having a soulmate who doesn't even want to meet him"

this followed him for most of his youth until eventually he covered up his wrist and tried to forget about it alltogether

if he wasn't going to meet his soulmate until he was old and gray, why should he even care

that was until he fell through that damned portal and landed in 2022

he noticed it after he got out of the shower, spotting his wrist in the mirror while brushing back his hair

mysta's mouth dropped open in shock, dropping his arm to gently run his fingers over the numbers

the timer that was the bane of his younger self's existence was down to the hours

the detective was antsy, understandably.

a lifetime of thinking he wouldn't ever meet his soulmate suddenly turned into meeting his soulmate in twenty minutes. mysta wasn't sure what to do, how he should act. should he go outside? he should, right? how else would he meet you?

filled with a newfound sense of determination, mysta grabbed his keys and darted into the london night.

there was hardly anyone out this late; maybe his timer really was broken? what were you doing out at one in the morning, don't you know that's dangerous? who knows what kind of dangerous people were prowling outside right now.

mysta started walking briskly toward a more crowded area of the city. if he had to meet you, it would be somewhere safe.

settling on standing in front of a pub he's been to a few times with friends, the detective started counting down the minutes till he would meet you. he kept glancing at his wrist, watching the numbers go down one by one until there was only a minute left on the clock.

mysta tapped his foot impatiently as he glanced left and right down the street until suddenly, he felt the lightest tap on his shoulder. he spun on his heel and low and behold, there you were.

grinning, you spoke.

"nice to finally meet you, soulmate."

and mysta couldn't be happier.

.｡.:*☆ SHU YAMINO !

TROPE: SWITCHING BODIES

in all honesty, shu couldn't care less about having a soulmate

the idea of the universe choosing who he would fall in love with didn't sit right with him

not to mention how frustrating it would be sometimes when the two of you switched bodies at inconvenient times

like in the middle of one of his experiments

or when he's talking to one of his fellow sorcerers

or how about that time he was meditating in a lovely, perfectly quiet room for the first time in ages as a way to destress only to suddenly wake up in your body in the middle of a bustling city

yeah, shu wasn't all too happy about it, but what can he do?

so while all his friends were out actively searching for ways to meet their soulmate in person, shu was directing his energy toward mastering his powers instead

but the thing about having a soulmate is that you can't exactly reject them altogether

they're your soulmate for a reason, after all

so despite his resistance, the purple sorcerer found himself falling for you all the same

he grew antsy at particularly long periods without switching and eventually started leaving notes behind for you for when you would eventually switch

including a bright purple post-it with an address and a time and date

shu sat inside the cafe anxiously, bouncing his leg under the table while sipping his drink. he hoped that his note was obvious enough that you saw it the last time you guys swapped bodies, but how could he know for sure? you didn't leave a reply on his note, and the swap period was rather short that time too.

minutes passed the written time and the pounding in shu's chest grew louder and louder in his ears. he looked up at every tinkle of the bell above the door, hoping that it was you only to be disappointed when it wasn't. he kept glancing out the window rather obsessively, and soon enough his cup was empty too.

after 40 minutes had gone by, the sorcerer had just about given up. letting out a disappointed sigh, he rose from his chair to leave his tray and finished drink on the counter only to pause when the bell jingled one last time. shu looked up on instinct and his breath got caught in his throat.

in the doorway was you, slightly sweaty and definitely out of breath, looking frantically around the cafe before your eyes landed on him. shu was still holding the tray in his hands when you ran up to him, still in shock at seeing you in the flesh for the first time and not just through a mirror.

"h...hi..." you stutter, gripping the strap of your tote bag tightly in your fists. "i'm sorry i'm late. but i'm so glad i found you." shu broke out of his trance and smiled, setting the tray back down on the table.

"i'm glad you found me too."

.｡.:*☆ VOX AKUMA !

TROPE: FIRST WORDS

fitting for a voice demon that the first words his soulmate says to him is permanently printed onto his skin

"you're gonna have to try harder than that if you wanna impress me, pretty boy" decorated his ribs under his right pectoral

now vox knows he's hot

he's well aware of the power he holds fucking asshole and uses his charm and good looks to his advantage

the demon spent most of his early years dropping one liners and introducing himself with various pickup lines in an attempt to find his elusive soulmate

and many have tried to pretend they were his fated one but they never succeeded

after the death of his clan and being transported to the future, it took vox a long time to feel ready to find his soulmate again

slowly he started visiting pubs and parties in an attempt to socialize

it was at one of these parties that he met you

beer in hand, vox pushed past a group laughing with each other in the hallway to slip out onto the balcony. he was hoping to get a chance to breathe and get away from all the sweaty partygoers, but there was already another person out here with him. figuring it wouldn't hurt to say something, the demon let a familiar smirk slip onto his face as he approached you.

sensing his presence, you turned your head to look at him in curiosity, fiddling with the many rings on your fingers.

"why hello there; what's a gorgeous person like you doing out here all alone?" he drawls, sliding up next to you. a breathy laugh escaped your lips, dropping your head to your chest for a moment before you looked back up and meeting his gaze dead on.

"you're gonna have to try harder than that if you wanna impress me, pretty boy."

at your words vox faltered, the smirk falling from his face as his lips parted in surprise. the skin where his soulmate mark was seemed to tingle.

it seems like you figured it out too; your eyes widened and suddenly you were tugging your shirt up to show a matching tattoo on your ribs. you let the fabric fall back down and looked back up at him, a softer smile now gracing your features as vox reached over to intertwine his fingers with yours.

"would you look at that," you laughed happily. "guess you really did impress me, pretty boy."

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How to Rehabilitate a Jock Pt 4

Okay first of all Here's the aok3 link for anyone who missed it!

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When the rest finally got used to Steve watching them from over Eddie’s shoulder, the meeting was fairly uneventful. Steve would occasionally interject with a hesitant question, and Eddie would pause every so often to explain something when he noticed confusion on the other boy’s face, but overall it was almost like he wasn’t even there.

Well, almost like he wasn’t even there for everyone else.

For Eddie, it was two and a half hours of pure torture.

Steve had started off a polite distance away from Eddie, clearly only observing. But, as the game progressed, their chairs inched closer and closer together until Eddie’s arm was pressed up against Steve’s, and their heads were knocking together as they pushed in close.

All of their words were hushed and soft, gentle in a way that no one else would have expected from Steve Harrington. But the quiet snickers Steve let slip whenever Eddie did something particularly dastardly made every thought race out of his head.

“There’s a lurking sense of impending doom as your party approaches the fiery gate. You each feel a foreboding chill race up your spines when you hear a monstrous roar echoing in the distance. Gather your party, and decide as one what you will do at this point,” Eddie growled out, watching with glee as the rest of them raced to the other side of the room and huddled together to exchange tense whispers.

As the rest of the club continued to strategize, Eddie sat back in his chair, folding his hands behind his head and letting loose a long indulgent sigh.

Sure, he wasn’t the smartest person in the room, or the best athlete, but Eddie was good at this. He was good at this the same way he was good with a guitar, or with his hands stuck deep in the engine of a car. There was a thrilling sort of joy in doing something that he knew he excelled at, knowing he wasn’t going to fail, or not measure up, and that feeling was enough to give him the courage to turn to the boy next to him.

“You likin’ it so far?” Eddie asked Steve, thoroughly enjoying the immediate eager nod that came before he even finished his question.

“It’s really cool actually! I wasn’t expecting to have this much fun,” Steve said sitting cross legged in his chair and holding onto his ankles.

It should have felt like backhanded compliments. Steve’s words should have offended him. If anyone else had said it, if any other jock had said it, then Eddie would be up in arms, defensive and bitter.

But it was Steve, and Eddie was kind of already a goner for his big brown eyes and goofy sweet smile. All he heard was ‘cool’ and ‘fun’ and his brain put two and two together to create embarrassed happiness that flooded his every vein.

Eddie pulled a lock of his hair over his face to hide the stupid grin that was on his face, chewing on the ring on his middle finger as he tried to pretend he wasn’t ridiculously pleased that Steve was having a good time.

“Well, just wait till they get past this gate. If they get past this gate,” Eddie amended after a brief pause, busying himself with fixing his papers and pretending to be busy, “I have some pretty crazy things planned,”

“I’m sure you do,”

The sentence was barely a murmur, four mumbled words that came on a puff of hot air that tickled the back of Eddie’s ear. A warm heavy presence settled itself right behind Eddie as Steve leaned up to read over his shoulder. Now it was Eddie’s turn to feel something racing down his spine, but it definitely wasn’t foreboding.

Damn.

Eddie’s face flushed deep red, and he pulled away, standing up and pretending to cough as he tried and failed to pull himself together.

“Are you sure you’re alright? That’s the fifth time you’ve had to cough,” Steve pointed out from behind him. Eddie tossed a thumbs up haphazardly, cursing himself.

Eddie had been forced to pretend to cough multiple times, just to turn away to try and hide the blush on his cheeks as Steve said or did something that made his entire body turn to jelly. The rest of the club hadn’t been fooled a bit, but Steve had started getting concerned after the second fake out.

“Eddie’s just fine,” Janet said with a smirk, popping her head out of the huddle just to be an ass.

Eddie continued to fake cough, sticking up his middle finger at her from where he was sure Steve wouldn’t see. He loved his friends, but honestly? Fuck his friends.

“Maybe your throat is dry,” Steve offered, standing up and walking over to his backpack and starting to root around in it, “You have been doing a lot of talking,”

“Yeah, talking is the issue here,” Rocky snarked as the rest of the group came back to the table, each of them wearing shit eating grins that made Eddie know he was in for the teasing of a lifetime the next time they were alone.

“Well, regardless of why, you need to hydrate,” Steve replied, walking back over and holding out a water bottle to Eddie.

The entire group instantly began to smother down their laughter. Even Gareth, who had stayed mad the entire fucking time, was hiding a smile behind his hand. Eddie screwed up his face into a completely unamused pout.

“Did I uh- did I miss something?” Steve asked, a sad puppy dog look of bewilderment on his features, sending Eddie's heart into overdrive. He began to pull his hand back, but Eddie quickly intervened.

“Thank you Steve,” Eddie emphasized, snatching the water bottle and taking a greedy sip. Water dribbled out of his mouth and down his throat, staining his shirt, “At least someone is worried about my precious, precious, voice,”

“You’re the lead of a metal band, Ed,” Jeff pointed out with a roll of his eyes, “Excuse us for not being too worried about what a few hours of DMing might do to that, oh so precious voice,”

Everyone else chuckled at this, even Steve. Eddie was caught between being annoyed at being teased, and elated at the prospect of the rest of the group starting to accept his ‘pet jock’. He waited until they were quiet before sitting back down, placing the bottle next to his papers and spreading his thighs wide. He placed both palms on his knees, leaning down and giving all of them a corrupted sneer.

“Have you decided what you want to do, travelers?” He asked, getting back into character.

“We decided…that it’s almost 5:00, so we should pack it up,” Frank said with an exaggerated long pause, the rest exchanging slightly tired nods. Eddie straightened up, dropping the act.

“Seriously?” Eddie said, not exactly whining, but definitely disappointed. This was always what happened. If Eddie had his way, they would go until the sun rose for the next day, but the rest could only handle a few hours of this after eight hours of school.

He was going to continue, try and talk them into at least another half hour, but before he could, Steve spoke up.

“Um, I actually have to go too,” He admitted, glancing at his watch and giving Eddie a conciliatory shrug.

“Meeting up with your basketball buddies?” Gareth asked, still acting like a venomous snake.

“No, we…we don’t really talk anymore,” Steve said, the long pause betraying the long story that hid behind his words, “I’m driving my kids home from AV club,”

“That’s a point in his favor,” Rocky pointed out, the rest of Hellfire immediately turning on him with fierce glares.

“Rocky,” Eddie snapped, unable to help himself. Steve gave him another confused glance, and Eddie waved it off, silently giving the rest a look. The group began to pack up in earnest, filling up the room with chatter and drowning out the potential pitfall that their youngest member had almost landed them in.

“Have the kids been waiting for you this whole time?” Eddie asked, slightly desperate to change the subject before Steve could speak any of the questions that were clearly starting to form.

“Nah, they would be climbing the walls by now,” Steve said, shaking his head and fondly smiling to himself, “They’re not exactly the most patient group of people.”

“Our next meeting will be next Wednesday,” Eddie called out over the din. Frank saluted him as he walked out, Janet trailing close to him and disappearing next.

“What’d you think, Steve?” Kaiden asked.

“You guys argue a lot less than my kids do. They’re always fighting with Mike- oh uh the dungeon master?” Steve offered, apparently dropping the concern he had.

The last sentence was phrased more like a question than a statement, so Eddie nodded along, continuing to put away his binders with care, making sure none of the group could sneak a peek at what was to come the next time they met.

“If we argued with Eddie, he would only kill us faster,” Jeff said with a chuckle.

“You’ll see when you’re on this side of the table,” Kaiden added, shouldering his backpack, “Maybe next week?”

Steve opened his mouth to reply, but Gareth beat him to it.

“We haven’t finished the campaign,” He stated bluntly, refusing to look any of them in the eye as he roughly tugged on the zipper of his bag, “We can’t just stop in the middle because a- because someone new decided to show up.”

The brightness on Steve’s features dimmed a little, and his smile went from natural to forced. Eddie bit his tongue to keep the immediate scathing remark at bay, working his jaw back and forth and letting his fingers drum along the table.

As much as he wanted to jump to Steve’s aid (and remind Gareth exactly who was running this club) Eddie knew that it would be better in the long run to let Steve establish himself in the group and fight his own battles. If Eddie let himself get too defensive, then suspicions would start to rise, and the rest would only ever see Steve as ‘Eddie’s’ and not ‘theirs’.

Still, it hurt to watch his best friend- a boy he had only ever known to be generous and kind- completely reject Steve on the principle of who he thought he was.

Gareth was supposed to be better than that. They all were.

“Welllllll, I guess I’ll have plenty of time to come up with a cool character then,” Steve said with a shrug. His nonchalant tone wasn’t exactly faked, but there was a tension in his shoulders that seemed painful. Eddie jerked his head towards the door, and the remaining members left as a group before anything else could go wrong. It was just him and Steve now.

“Not too bad for your first time,” Eddie said with a soft grin, doing his best to smooth over the discomfort that had popped up in the last thirty seconds.

“I’m not sure they were happy to have me there,” Steve shot back. Eddie was honestly kind of impressed with the bluntness of that, the way Steve didn’t seem afraid at all to confront the way they had all treated him.

“They’ll warm up, I promise,” Eddie replied, trying to sound reassuring as they exited the room and started walking down the hall.

The look Steve shot him from the side told Eddie everything he needed to know about how much he believed that promise. Eddie sighed loudly, wracking his brain for anything he could say that might help with this.

“A cool character huh? Maybe your kids can help you with that,” He offered. Steve did smile at this, dipping his head low and trying to hide the dopey grin that was overtaking his face.

“No way,” Steve said, his eyes quickly flitting to Eddie’s face before turning away, “If they found out I was playing DnD without them? I’d never hear the end of it.”

“So we’re your dirty little secret?” Eddie teased just as they reached the exit. Steve stopped, letting his hand sit on the handle. Eddie looked up at him curiously, only to find Steve was looking at him with complete and utter seriousness.

“No,” Steve whispered, clearly contemplating his next words, “Not a secret. Just something that’s only mine,”

Eddie didn’t know if it was the intensity of Steve’s gaze, or the mystery of the words that made him pause, but he hesitated. Something about it all just felt…significant. He needed to say the right thing here.

Or, at least try to say the right thing.

“Well, let’s keep it just yours for a while then. Sound good, sweetheart?”

That was the wrong thing. It had started as the right thing, but that was without a doubt the wrong fucking thing. Eddie with his stupid big fat mouth and idiotic crush. Steve was definitely not coming back. Hell, he might never talk to Eddie ever again.

A soft chuckle dragged him slowly out of his misery. He looked up, watching as Steve leaned his head back, a gleeful look of joy brightening up even the darkest parts of Eddie’s mind.

“Sounds perfect,” Steve replied, still smiling. He ducked his head down, and Eddie entertained the wild notion that he might’ve even been blushing for two seconds, before banishing that thought from his mind. He had already played the odds enough today, he didn’t need to risk any more.

“I could walk you over to the Middle School if you wanted, my liege?” Eddie said, instantly cringing at how overeager that question made him sound.

“I think I can take care of myself, oh wise dungeon master,” Steve smirked, pushing the door open.

A sharp blast of the cold November air smacked them both in the face, and Eddie scanned the empty lot. His own van was parked in one corner, and Steve’s beemer was in the other.

And, standing around said Beemer, was a group of tiny humans.

“Apparently, going to the middle school isn’t even necessary,” Steve sighed, shaking his head.

“Steve!” One of the kids shouted, sliding off the hood of the car when he spotted the teen heading towards them. As soon as the boy said his name, the entire horde was scampering over, all of them talking at the same time.

Steve had told him that he babysat. He had said it multiple times, in fact.

But Steve saying it, and Eddie seeing five middle schoolers all clamoring for Steve’s attention were two very different things. They were pulling on his hands, tapping on his arms, and the one girl even jumped right on his back without warning. Steve caught her easily, but shot a dirty look at her from the side.

“Where have you been?!” She shouted above the rest.

Steve opened his mouth, but the other kids beat him to it.

“We’ve been out here for ten minutes! Ten! Minutes!” One of the boys added. He was a sweet looking kid, tons of curly hair hidden under a big cap, but he had his hands on his hips and was shaking his head with a disappointed little tut

“Wow, ten whole minutes, Henderson. How did you guys ever survive?” Steve asked, sarcasm flooding every word. He adjusted his grip on the little red haired one and turned to Eddie to roll his eyes.

Eddie couldn’t even make a joke or say anything back, he was too shocked by the reality of Babysitter Steve Harrington.

“You weren’t answering your walkie,” Another snapped. He was the only one that looked genuinely angry, giving Steve a withering glare, “It’s a Party Rule,”

“It’s in my bag, Mike,” Steve explained, exasperated, “I was busy. Max, get down, you’re strangling me. Oh, and Lucas, how was your algebra test?”

The first kid to have spoken up, ‘Lucas’ apparently, began to chat with him, the rest of he boys jumping in and interrupting in normal middle schooler fashion. ‘Max’ did as she was bid while Steve checked in with the rest. She hopped down, looking around bored for a minute before her eyes finally landed on Eddie, who had walked over silently, his hands deep in his pockets.

“Who’s this guy?”

Eddie opened his mouth to say the words ‘dungeon master’, but he remembered just before he started to speak.

He was ‘something that was only Steve’s’. Steve didn’t want to share him just yet, and the rush of pleasure that came from that wasn’t worth the glee that would come from watching Steve have to explain that he was playing Dungeons and Dragons without them.

Eddie slowly shut his mouth and gave Steve a wink above the kids, letting him do the explaining.

“Just a friend,”

It wasn’t much of an explanation, but Steve wasn’t done.

“C’mon, we can get McDonalds on the way home,” Steve added, offering the perfect distraction.

Instantly chaos reigned again. They all began to shout their orders, running towards the car and yelling at Steve to hurry up.

“Could we maybe get some for El?” One of the kids asked, walking much slower than the rest. Eddie wasn’t sure who ‘El’ was, but he did recognize this boy. He was pretty sure everyone in Hawkins knew who Will Byers was.

“Good idea,” Steve agreed, ruffling Will’s hair and pulling the kid in as he began to walk away. He turned back for a second and caught Eddie’s eye, giving him a tiny secretive little smile.

“See you later, Alligator?”

“I guess this is where we part ways,”

“I guess…”

“See you later, Alligator?”

The memory hit Eddie like a truck, nearly bowling him over with its force. Steve was still standing there, still waiting for the answer he was sure was coming. This was where Eddie was supposed to pretend. He was supposed to just say ‘In a while, Crocodile,” walk away, and go home, pretending like those words didn’t matter.

But he couldn’t. He just…couldn’t.

Eddie lifted his hand and waved, turning around and walking to his van before he could see how Steve reacted.

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Heyy, I love all you write!! Would you please write something with the song ‘without me’ by halsey, maybe one of them cheated on reader and now it’s trying to come back, but reader it’s playing hard to get, making them suffer a little. Thank you

Tell the truth ( t.k. )

Would you care if we quit talking? Would you care if I went walking? I need to know how you feel so I know how to deal.

The past few weeks she felt numb, angry, confused at the man who fucked her over. She never thought something like this was bound to happen, she thought they were happy together. Memories fade, anagapesis lingers, a love once cherished now lost in the rivers.

The environment around her buzzed with a sea of people, some dressed in suits rushing to get their coffee break, others sitting with families and friends at the tables. She was comfortably seated on the patio, sun shining above her as she sipped on her latte, her fingers wrapped around a pen scribbling in her notebook.

She felt calm. After days spent crying in the comfort of her own bed she finally got the courage to go out, breathe fresh air and possibly even socialize.

Her eyes were shielded by the glass of her sunglasses, her mind turning gears to make the words on her paper rhyme. The girl was focused on the task in front of her; she didn't even notice a shadow looming over her figure, the visibly tall person soon taking a seat at her table. Her eyes shifted from her notepad, a look of confusion forming on her face before it melted into nothing. No emotions were revealed as her eyebrow twitched to question the person.

Silence indulged the two as they stared at each other, the girl yet again slowly taking a sip of her coffee. " I haven't seen you in a while." His voice was oddly soft, laced with sweetness as it showed none of his true intentions. An uninterested sigh left her lips, her focus soon turning back to writing. " Look, I'm sorry. I don't know what-"

" Don't want to hear it." She dragged out her words with a fierce tone, like a mother grounding her disobedient child.

" No. Listen, it was a mistake and a total misunderstanding." He was slightly crouched, his eyes for a brief moment closing shut as he shook his head.

" So stealing my ideas, my lyrics, then fucking some other bitches is a misunderstanding to you?" Her finger wrapped around the brim of her sunglasses to slide them down, fire swirling in her irises as she shot daggers at him. Suddenly she placed the paper down along with her pen, Tom getting a clear view of everything she had written down. " You could be a bad mother fucker," she paused, looking him directly in the eye before continuing, " but that does not make you a man." Grabbing her stuff she slid out of her chair, standing tall on her high heels she was ready to disappear from his life forever.

It happened quickly, his hand reached out to wrap around her arm before her palm collided with his cheek, the loud sound and sensation traveling all over his body. " Don't touch me," her arm flailed out of his grip, her manicured finger pointed directly at her chest, " I put you up there, and you decided to abuse that power. It was me who made you what you are," her tone shifted, a shield of glass broken, replaced by glistening tears, " you used me."

" I'm sorry." Tom's expression matched hers, his eyes searching for her own. " Please. What can I do?"

Yet again it was quiet. She softly licked her lips while slowly shaking her head, her mind not believing what he was saying. " How about you tell the truth, to everyone. The guys and the media included." She turned to leave before muttering under her breath, but loud enough for him to hear. " And drop every single one of those bitches."

#thenighthekate #tokio hotel #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz angst #tom kaulitz fluff #tom kaulitz smut #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz x y/n #tom kaulitz x you

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cheshire-silent-cat · 1 year

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Everyone else but you Chishiya x Fem! Reader

Pairing: Chishiya shuntarō x !female! reader

Warning: violence, blood, slight smut, super long story (read during full time), weaponry, cuss words, slight angst, misogyny, fight scenes. 🔞minors do not interact.

Fact: I’ve been wanting to write this story for so long it’s been in my head for so long it’s a relief that I can share it freely.

P.s: I had a bad day today but I hope everyone has a better day than what I had .

***************story begins here*****************

Ok WTF!!! chishiya is used to expecting the unexpected, a skill that is very essential in this wretched world, but this was to much, first off why was the window broken? Why were you here? Whose blood were you drenched in? How did you climb up to this window undetected by the beach security? Why did you have to show up in an executive meeting? How did you manage to knock out last boss? And the most important question was “why did it have to be you?” Chishiya whispered pinching the bridge of his nose. “You know this woman” Hatter gestured to chishiya. The blonde man curiously watched your movements nodded.

To the others in the room you seemed a lot like chishiya, although your posture was better, you still seemed like the embodiment of being unbothered, even though you had just broken an entry and assaulted a man in front of valid witnesses and now a riffle being pointed at you, your hands remained in your pocket, eyes shifting to whoever spoke and returning primarily to chishiya, wearing joggers and a sports bra and a hoodie tied around your waste for the purpose of climbing, you observed the man on floor and crouched to search his pockets before take out a piece of paper “odd” you said holding the paper up to the light. “I say if that blonde bastard knows her it’s all the more reason to kill her” Niragi spat, firming his grip on the ripple he had aiming at you. While crouching you put on your hoodie and stood up stuffing your hands in your pockets, staring at Niragi smugly, which irritated him.

“I will admit her abilities are impressive but I do not appreciate her striking down one of my finest men” hatter said cupping his face in his hand as he offered you a warm smile, to which you rewarded with a smile and a small wave. “I’m sure she didn’t mean to, isn’t that right, darling” chishiya replied nonchalantly but sending warning glares your way, however remaining clueless to the shock he had just given to the occupants present in the meeting room, what followed after was pin drop silence, the uncomfortable silence was shortly broken with your replied with a disappointed sigh “that is the truth my love” now crossing your arms. Hatter looked down at the broken glass scattered on the floor “I tried to minimise damages to the property, your window was collateral damage”.

Aguni amused by your personality and curious about your relations with chishiya opted for you to stay “she could be useful” hatter glanced over to the militant and shortly after agreed. Chishiya walked up to you grabbing you by the hand in attempts to walk off was stopped by aguni’s question “so what is your name”, “y/n” chishiya answered on your behalf taking a few more steps. Aguni letting curiosity get the best of him asked his final question “y/n huh? So what are you to chishiya, a sister? Cousin?….girlfriend?” Aguni wearing an amused expression waited patiently for the answer, you parted your lips to answer when chishiya not wanting to indulge in an unnecessary conversation answered in your place “y/n is my wife” again pin drop silence, it looked like everyone in the room had seen a ghost, Mira put a hand over her mouth before exclaim “wife!!! But you are so pretty”. It’s true you were prettier than the average Barbie girl model and you were what most called gifted, and showed human affection to chishiya only. Chishiya still unsteady from the shock of your sudden appearance finally succeeded in dragging you out of the room. Hatter normally wouldn’t have accepted this but he allowed it on the excuse that he called “two love birds reunited”, it was dumb but it worked in favour of you and chishiya.

Getting to chishiya’s room he quickly locked the door before hugging you with all the affection that he could muster to show to which you responded with a kiss. He let you take a shower before questioning you and how you reached Themis world. Apparently as soon as chishiya had left the house to submit his transfer letter from his job, you had also left to run errands for your household and that’s when people disappeared, you waited for chishiya, he never came and when you went to look for him you were led into playing games, after understanding the concept of the game you manipulated your way to victory several times since you kept getting club games, and found yourself here. Chishiya seemed proud of your perseverance and relieved that you were alive. You got settled in, Ann gave you your bracelet as well as a bikini which you wore but with chishiya’s hoodie over it. Shortly after you had everything, you were summoned by hatter and he explained the rules once he was done you were taken to a game, chishiya and Ann tagged along.

This was a diamond game in 4 players were required and out of those 4 one would be chosen by the other members to represent them while the other players spectate, the player has to simultaneously play and win against two dealers in a game of chess before the water fills the room and drowns them all. Once the game is cleared the water will be drained out of the room, the losers will be killed by a laser and the winner will be spared with extra days on their visa. This was your trial, when you were chosen chishiya who had been subtly clinging unto your hand was finding it difficult to let go and as soon as he did you were sitting in front of the dealers “so how long have you been dealers” no response. “Ignoring me..huh??”. Game begin. You played first on both boards in front of you , the water began pouring into the room, the 2 men hurriedly made their moves on the chess board, you lean back into your chair, nonchalant about the situation yet struggling to free a lollipop from its wrapper “could you help me??” Agitated the dealer responds “hurry up and make a move, if you don’t loose or give up then we can’t win”, you raise an eyebrow and reply sarcastically “oh so now you talk to me” finally succeeding to unwrap your lollipop you make your move putting it in your mouth, after six moves on the chess board the the water is waste length and one of the dealers suddenly realises that he has been eliminated, the laser hits him causing a stream of blood to float around tailing his limp body, “that’s not good, let’s keep playing” the last dealer looks at you enraged at the response to the death of his friend “you dumb bitch! I’ll kill yo-” “this has become tiring, move my piece for me, no cheating or you’ll be killed” you stand up, backing him, rolling the lollipop in your mouth as you stare blankly at the ceiling “ok? I’ve moved my queen, check” the dealer says in a confused tone, to which you respond “the bishop blocks” the dealer’s responds with “the queen takes king’s wand” your comback being “castles” dealer itching his head yells “knight takes knight” maintaining your composure you respond “made in 3” you look back at the dealer and say “first check is with the queen, the king must take, then the bishop checks on knight no.5 and is made next” you walk towards the table tipping over the dealers king “checkmate”. Ann looks over to chishiya “she is intense” chishiya shrugged “she let him off easy” Ann looked at the blonde, intrigued by his comment, “from the momen she sat down, they were screwed, from what I saw, y/n gave them time to redeem themselves”. Chishiya said grinning at you.

Soon after, hatter made you an executive based on the rare recommendations of Ann herself, you were formally introduced to the people on the beach by hatter and kuina was filled in on your existence by chishiya, you and kuina got along just fine, she related with you better than she did with chishiya because there was more to talk about, occasionally you would give her things to tease him about, like how he made you kissing his cheek every morning before work a morning routine or how cute he is when he is sleep deprived, chishiya hated you for this but ultimately he still loved having you to himself. Since you got to the beach, you had become the object of men’s desires, they would approach you, play with your hair, kiss your hand, ask you out or be bold and ask for sex, you usually just leave, it’s never been violent. Today laying on the chairs at the pool kuina, while you sat up on the chair making a small braid on chishiya’s hair while he was laying on your thigh reading a book it was your day off and you. Two men approached you, they were being very pushy about their desire for a threesome with you, you showed them your ring that you don’t wear often and they still did not want to leave, kuina stepped in, firing warning glares at them, the two men decided to leave upon the rare pissed off glare they received from chishiya. “Hey kuina, y/n needs to help me with some, it might take a while” chishiya said grabbing your hand, kuina looked confused “oh what is it??” Chishiya tightened his grip on your arm responds “left out room a mess, I don’t want to sleep or work in a messy place” kuina seemed to buy that and let them go “oh ok, I’ll let you know if anything comes up” chishiya gave her a small wave to show his gratitude.

Getting to the room, you entered first and quickly picked up a rag, analysing the room to see the place was spotless then bending to see if under bed was the problem, chishiya locked his door and stood behind you, still on your, you brought your head up “shuntarō, I already cleaned this place this morning” chishiya placed his hand on your head, grabbing a fist full of your previously neat hair “well I thought you missed a spot here” he said giving your mouth unto his cock, face fucking you roughly without warning, “wow your throat still feels as good as ever” his eyes darkened with lust met your eyes staring back at him sent him into a frenzy, recklessly rocking his hips, letting curses mixed with moans escape his mouth he reached his point of release, he tried taking his length out of your mouth, you wrapped your arm around him forcing his cock to slide deeper into your throat, he threw his head back, his thick seed flowing down your throat, separating himself from you, his eyes still filled with desire, in need of your gorgeous body and you could see it “chishiya, we should stop someone might hear us” with a huffy breath he responded “where is the fun in that”. He instructed You up and slipped 2 fingers inside you “you haven’t changed a bit, I can’t believe I fell for this of all thing- Fuck” a wave of pleasure hit you forcing you to bend over. Grabbing your hips the blonde pulled you towards him, drilling into you, “don’t be so… full of your self” he said struggling through his loans and spanking you hard enough to leave a red imprint. He continued pounding into you, loosing hold of his composed persona, you moaned a bit too loud while he fondled your tits “you are so beautiful” his praises only made your moans louder, without stopping his hips he grabbed your neck turning your moans to strangled squeaks and whimpers, as a tear rolled down your face, “aren’t you done yet” you whimpered getting close to an orgasm “you love it, your body is being very honest he-” before chishiya could finish that sentence there was a knock on the door, it was kuina, chishiya quickly put a hand over your mouth and you used your hands to secure it there “hatter has called for a meeting, I thought you guys should know” , chishiya let go of you allowing you to drop to the bed, “shit! We need to hurry up, I don’t need a lecture on lateness again” you slowly regaining your senses reached for one of his shirts that he rarely wore, chishiya finished putting himself together, looking messier than usual he didn’t have time to fix the imperfections, he walked over to you and whispered into your ear “too bad I’m not fully satisfied, shitty timing really, but don’t worry, we’ll finish this later” he kissed your cheek before leaving in a rush. You also finished dressing up and ran out of there, getting to the meeting room you were both late, niragi looked at chishiya “you look like shit” the blonde did not respond to the imbeciles and waved at you smiling like nothing had happened, hatter spoke up “y/n are you okay? Do you get in a fight you the red marks on your neck look like someone strangled you and the messy hair isn’t like you” . Your excuse was being tired, to which you were let off for the day. From that day forward you and chishiya arrived at meeting looking messy most times, things like lipstick stains on chishiya’s neck, hickeys on y/n’s body, messy hair and creased clothes seemed to make them an object of suspicion for the other members ok the table, aguni wasn’t the brightest light bulb in the cupboard but he had already figured out the issue, he tried speaking to chishiya to take it easy with this habit before meeting however chishiya purposely avoided this conversation altogether by saying “yeah y/n has anger issues but it’s nothing to worry about, I’m leaving now”. To which you just stood there hoping to God he sleeps with one eye open.

#chishiya imagine #chishiya alice in borderland #chishiya x reader #chishiya smut #chishiya my beloved #chishiya fic #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya icons #aib chishiya #alternative #chessgame

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kiss-theggoat · 4 months

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I know it was self indulgent but…. DAMN. The one you just did with ghost face and the boot. That was - I want another 😂

Idk why but the idea of reader being taken and or finding those photos one day and she just hears “told you they were only for me.” Or something. Idk.

-🪴🖤

A/N: AAAHHHH I’m so glad you liked and I’m so excited to do a pt 2 okay mwah into the story

Combat Boots Pt. 2

Ghostface x F!Reader

Word Count: 1.8K

Summary: After your encounter with Ghostface, you can’t get him out of your mind…and it seems he feels the same way.

TW: ⚠️Heavy Kinks⚠️, Blood and Knives, Degradation, Dub-Con (GF takes photos w/o permission)

A cold breeze blew in from underneath the tarp that was supposed to be covering your shattered back door. The window company wouldn’t come until Monday, and of course, it was going to cost an arm and a leg. You grabbed your mug and your phone, shutting the kitchen light off behind you as you strolled up the stairs.

It’d been two days since you’d been visited by Roseville’s most infamous serial killer, Ghostface. As you opened your phone, the first thing you saw was the news…another body. Crude blurred photos gave you just enough information to know he didn’t hold back on this victim…just as he never held back on any other. It made your skin crawl that the man that had his hands on you just two days ago already used those same hands to slaughter another person.

But, even though you knew it was wrong…it made you feel like you were on fire. Excitement coursed through your veins when you saw a photo of that mask and you made a point not to report your broken door as a break in, just an unfortunate accident due to a crazy storm. That way, it was covered by insurance and your visit from Ghostface was kept under the radar. You sighed. This was sick wasn’t it? You could actually be helping the police catch someone who’s terrorizing your town, and you weren’t. Why? Just because he fucked you? As you walked up the stairs, you couldn’t think about anyone else but him.

Maybe you just hadn’t gotten action in a while. That’s what you told yourself but you knew it was deeper. Your attraction to the masked murderer was like a bonfire you couldn’t put out. The way he spoke to you, the way he could take your life at any moment, the thrill of it all…it made it irresistible.

You finally made it to your bedroom and set your mug full of tea down onto your bedside table, relieved to finally relax in bed, read a little bit. Hopefully get your mind off of things. You set your phone down next to your mug but…that was where your book was. You could’ve sworn you left it right there, next to your bed. You looked around for a second, eyebrows furrowed and hands on hips. You’d always been a little forgetful, but you’d just seen this book less than an hour ago when you got out of the shower.

You walked to the door and turned on the overhead light, and with the extra illumination, you spotted your book on your desk, beneath a t-shirt. You knew you didn’t leave it there, but you decided to ignore it, walking over and grabbing the shirt off the desk. Papers fluttered to the ground, making you take a step back and look down. Polaroids. Only one landed face up, but it was very, VERY clear what it was. Your face, mouth open, covered in cum. You could feel your cheeks immediately go hot as you knelt down to gather the photos. Flipping the other two didn’t help.

Ghostface’s white mask almost hid your face as he held you up by your hair in one photo, eyes glazed over and lips parted, a truly fucked out look. The last photo, a shining silver knife pressed to the center of your chest, a bead of blood pooling around the tip. You knew he’d taken photos of you when he visited you last but you never expected him to print and deliver them.

You tried to ignore the warmth in your chest and your belly, scanning your bedroom. If he’d moved this book, it was recently, within the hour. That meant he was most likely still in the area. Why would he come and drop off photos, but not interact with you at all? That spike of panic, the possibility that he could kill you made that heat all the more intense.

There weren't many spots in your bedroom to hide. It was fairly small, probably only under the bed and the closet was large enough to conceal a human. You got on your hands and knees, pressing your cheek to the carpet as you scanned beneath the bed…no one there. That left the closet. You stood, tip-toeing over to the closet doors. You gripped the handles, and in a flash, threw them open. Again. Nothing.

You sighed, moving some clothes aside to confirm that no one was there.

“Looking for me?”

A gruff voice from behind you nearly made you jump out of your skin, your entire body jumping up as you turned to face the speaker. Two black eye holes stared back at you, mask tilted down to meet your height.

“You look so pretty when you're scared…” he whispered, gloved hands moving up to your shoulders and pushing you up against the wall beside the closet, hard. The air was knocked from your lungs, head aching as it hit the wall. You winced, pressing your hands against his chest to brace yourself.

“Did you like the photos? I had to stop myself from sending them into the news…all that Roseville Gazette has of me is murder and blah blah blah…they don’t see the nice things I do for people…”

His hands trailed down your body as he spoke, hands finding your sides and sliding beneath the baggy t-shirt you wore.

Panic filled you with his statement. Would he actually send those in? Let everyone know that you’d fucked him and hadn’t reported it? “T-th…the news…? You were going to give those to the newspaper?”

He laughed, deep and hearty. “Oh relax, sweet cheeks, I would blur your face…well part of it, takes away all the fun if you can’t see the way you took my cum like a slut…such a wonderful model.”

With shame you looked away, eyes finding his boots. The same ones you’d grinded on like a dog in heat just two days ago. He yanks on your shirt, pulling it off over your head. “I’d like to take my time with you, but I’m kind of in a rush today. Got things to take care of but…needed to see you.”

As he spoke, he grabbed your hand leading it to the bulge in his jeans. You could feel how hard he was, and this made you feel…proud. He wanted to see you specifically? When he could just break into anyone’s house. You knew it was sick, but you felt flattered.

Your hands were shaking as you rubbed against his hard on, savoring the way his breath echoed inside the mask. He gripped your shoulders firmly and turned you around so you faced the wall, shoving your chest against it hard.

“Told you, I don’t have time for teasing.” He growled, voice deeper. Angrier this time. Frantically, he grabbed your shorts and panties in one, shoving them halfway down your thighs. You pressed both hands against the wall, listening to the clinking of a belt buckle. You knew what you were in for, and you couldn’t tell if you should be scared or ecstatic. You felt something hard against you…but not what you expected.

That familiar blade was pressed against your neck, sharpness threatening to slice the delicate skin at any moment. “Stay still, pretty girl.” He whispered, free hand holding your hip tightly. Now, you felt his cock pressed against you. Your breathing got heavier, but you made sure to stay as still as you could. This was only your second time ever being near him, you still weren’t sure if he’d actually kill you. You hoped he wouldn’t but deep down, in your gut…you couldn’t be sure.

Your thoughts were cut off by the feeling of him pushing inside you, a sting accompanying the familiar feeling of fullness that you craved. You dug your nails into the wall, letting out a wince. He was big, and you weren’t used to that, but you knew that after the pain went away, it’d be worth it.

And oh it was. You felt like your knees had turned to jelly, his body pressed hard against yours, forcing you into the rough wall, face shoved against it, cheekbone and jaw aching. The knife still kissed your pulse, threatening to slice at any moment, but the burning pleasure in your stomach made you too delirious to care. Ghostface’s grunts and groans fill your ears, along with the sound of slapping skin, his pace fast and ruthless.

“Aww…cute girl…” he whispered, sounding breathless. His eyes were focused on your legs, both of them trembling, struggling to keep yourself upright. It’d only been a few minutes since he started but you already felt like you were close. You couldn’t stay quiet, loud moans and whines leaving your parted lips, you were practically drooling at how good he felt.

He fucked you hard, knife pushing into your skin hard enough to cut it now, beads of blood rising to the surface. That sting is what did it, what sent you over the edge. Wetness dribbled down your leg as you clenched down around him, letting out a guttural moan that you couldn’t control. Your legs gave out, and the knife clattered to the floor as Ghostface dropped it to support your body.

You could’ve sworn you went deaf, ears ringing and vision spotty for a moment. After about a minute, you regained your composure, but only due to that familiar flash of his camera. He was on the floor between your legs, taking photos of how his cum leaked out of you and onto the floor. You could hear him laughing, and could only imagine the shit-eating grin he wore.

“Such a good girl…posing for me so pretty.” He whispered, gloved fingers gathering some of his cum and pushing back inside you. You flinched, legs slamming shut at the overstimulation.

He stood, his pants buttoned and belt buckled. He’d gotten cleaned up while you were in a daze, and other than the wet patch you left on his pants, he looks completely normal. But you on the other hand, you were a mess on the floor, sweaty, shaking, lips covered in drool, cum leaking onto the floor.

Ghostface shook his camera in your face, taunting you with it.

“Gotta go, sugar. I’ll get these to you as soon as I can…”

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