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#genuinely liked him before that like i said he was my second best male friend! so like maybe sixth best friend overall that's not bad

narcissistshandler · 5 months

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not wanting to pressure you but I need your posts to breathe and with that said I would love to read about virgin!daniel/park hyungsuk experiencing intimacy and sex for the first time (hcs maybe?) and add x male reader please, love you!

𝗩𝗜𝗥𝗚𝗜𝗡!𝗗𝗔𝗡𝗜𝗘𝗟 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗡𝗦

pairing. park daniel/hyungsuk/hyungseok x m!reader

warnings. virgin daniel, blowjob, masturbation, mutual masturbation, thigh riding, amab!reader, exploring sex, anal sex, fingering, a lot of firsts, bottom!daniel... pure smut

a/n. please then breathe again. with this request we begin the 2024 posts! sorry for the delay. all requests received were accepted, with the exception of those asking for a f!reader (sorry) and as usual, this is unedited.

⠀࣭⋆ If you were interested in his original body and not the second one, then it will take Daniel a long time to even notice and even longer to believe that you genuinely like him. Why? he asks, more than once, without understanding what you could possibly like or find attractive about him, in this body that had always been the target of hatred and humiliation. Even when Daniel currently loses weight and has a change in appearance, this does not change the brutality of his concept of himself.

⠀࣭⋆ He has never been in a relationship before and has never allowed himself to dream about one, so when you get into a relationship everything is new to him, going on dates, holding hands, kissing and of course, having sex.

⠀࣭⋆ Daniel seems to be one of those people who has a very objective notion of sex and little of the complexity and intimacy that can come with the act. I don't think he has any sexual knowledge beyond the biological part taught in schools (I think he knows what is porn, but has never been interested in), so a new world opens up to him and each new discovery will leave him surprised.

⠀࣭⋆ He will be excited by the range of opportunities and curiosity will always get the best of him. He will trust you to guide him, even when he may feel a little overwhelmed by all these new things, wanting so much to please you, Daniel knows how to say what he likes and ask about what he's curious about. Therefore, he will occasionally ask his friends what he shouldn't.

⠀࣭⋆ I feel like he definitely doesn't have a sense of self-preservation and you should educate him about the boundaries in your relationship that should just be between the two of you if you're more reserved or he might definitely comment obliviously about how sweet you are to him in bed or ask Zack if he knew if the first time anal hurt a lot (to his complete shock and disgust).

(Daniel will easily follow and believe what you say since he don't have any experience with relationships, so please don't use his trust to take advantage of him or hurt him in any way.)

⠀࣭⋆ Going back to the first few times, he will be a clumsy and shy kisser and kisses will become his favorite thing to do with you. Daniel melts when your mouth meets his, no matter how much time passes and how many times you do it.

⠀࣭⋆ He is hesitant, but he will try to learn from you, repeating every movement of your mouth and tongue and the night after your first kiss, his face flushed with memory and hidden under the covers as if someone could see him, Daniel's search history will be filled with 'how to kiss', 'how to be a good kisser', 'how to know if they liked my kiss', 'what is french kiss?' etc etc.

(As soon as you get into a serious relationship and Daniel realizes what it means, he's immediately wanting to know everything from what gifts might you like, how to discover your 'love language' to how two men can have sex. After he asked these questions to his friends, Jace advised him to just search on the internet.)

⠀࣭⋆ Daniel wants all types of kisses and as many kisses as possible. Forehead kisses, eskimo kisses, cheek kisses, pecks, the list is long. He loves the intimacy and genuineness of each of them.

⠀࣭⋆ He also cums immediately the first time you slide your knee between his legs during a makeout session and won't last long after that, learning that he actually really likes it when you make him ride your thighs.

⠀࣭⋆ Mutual masturbation is one of Daniel's favorite things. He likes to see your face when he feels pleasure and he likes to learn how to make you feel good (despite seeming to be completely out of this plan, Daniel is actually paying a lot of attention to how you touch the two of you). Plus there's nothing hotter than when you grab his dick and yours together and bring them to orgasm together, the semen mixing in your hand afterwards.

⠀࣭⋆ Daniel likes any position where he can see your face and that's what brings him to orgasm most of the time, seeing the excitement and desire in your eyes as he comes apart beneath you with the slightest touch. Never forget to kiss him during this, oh! he could die content like this, your tongue in his mouth and the erection in your pants rubbing deliciously against his.

⠀࣭⋆ Pleasure is always too much for him, so things like overstimulation will only harm him while he gets used to sexual stimulation. He'll think you might be trying to kill him if you try to reach for his cock again after an orgasm or rub your fingers against his entrance when the powerful orgasm forces him to curl into a ball. Afterwards, the two of you can learn exactly his limits, but at the beginning of your relationship don't pressure him too much with fetishes.

⠀࣭⋆ Touching him over his pants is enough to bring heat to his face and make him stutter. Daniel then discovers how good the heat of your mouth feels, he comes quickly, sweating and shaking so much that it takes a good long minutes before he can stand again. Sweet as he is, he'll thank you right away, as if he thinks you're doing some kind of favor by touching him and giving him pleasure. He also reassures you with promises to learn how to make you feel good too.

⠀࣭⋆ He loves your mouth. In his mouth. In his skin. On his nipples or around his dick. When you ask him what he wants, most of the time Daniel will merely respond with 'your mouth ' and it's up to you to decide exactly what to do with it.

⠀࣭⋆ He's on the quiet side and won't make many sounds other than whimpers and low grunts, whenever necessary struggling to form words under the sensation of alien pleasure that makes his mind spin.

⠀࣭⋆ Always praise him and tell him how much you love him and take good care of him after each session, his mind can go hazy after an orgasm.

⠀࣭⋆ In your relationship, the word 'rush' doesn't exist and Daniel is calm knowing that the goal of everything is to get to know each other, be more intimate and make each other feel good, there is no finish line. Even though all of Daniel's first times are special, make your first time making love with him even more so. If you can, prepare the environment in detail, light some candles perhaps and take your time to make him relaxed enough to stop talking so much. If you can't, that's okay too, sometimes it's better when things happen naturally.

⠀࣭⋆ Either way, make sure this night is special. Touch it with more reverence than usual. Say compliments to him, call him 'beautiful', 'adorable', 'breathtaking', 'mine', everything else you can think of and watch as he melts under the loving appreciation.

⠀࣭⋆ Build a trail of kisses from his closed eyelids to his ankles, avoiding, but just for now, where he most wants to be touched. Daniel will make the most beautiful sound when the first finger pushes through the ring of muscles, sinking in despite the resistance. Let him breathe, run your hands over his tense thighs and watch as he clenches beautifully around the intrusion. Take your time, rub his sensitive nipples with your thumbs and pinch them, this will make him relax enough for the next fingers and when your cock is finally inside him, 'splitting him in half' as Daniel whimpers, don't think about anything else but make this first time unforgettable for him.

The movie had long been forgotten. Daniel blamed you for continuing to touch him, hand on his thighs, squeezing, moving up and down, even though his attention was on the movie, he was very hyper-aware of your touch. It was your fault that now you were crammed together on your couch, kissing and rubbing and his body was so hot that he thought it was possible he had a fever; a shudder ran through his entire body every time your tongue traveled too deep into his mouth, seeming never get enough of his taste.

“I-I also want to make you feel good,” said Daniel and when a little confused you asked him to phrase it better, his answer almost led you to ruin him right there, “I want to... suck you... can I?”

You couldn't deny even if you wanted those hopeful eyes staring back at you. But when Daniel got down on his knees in front of you and started pulling your cock out of the pants, the filthiest thoughts flooded your mind and it took everything you had not to fuck his tight throat as he took you in his mouth, inexperienced and eager to please, occasionally stopping to ask if you were feeling good.

Daniel trembled every time the head of your cock rubbed against the roof of his mouth and made the low choking sound every time it came too close to his throat. You always knew about how sensitive the inside of his mouth was, it was hot as he flinched when your tongue explored his mouth, but this, this was even hotter.

His eyes opened and closed several times — he seemed to close them to focus more on what he was doing and then open them to make sure you were enjoying the way he was licking your member. This made you want to fuck his face until Daniel cried. Fuck, he was killing you with those little whimpers and moans. 'Is this good?', 'am I doing well?', 'do you like this?', 'am I doing this right?', 'I like it when you do it like this, I think you like it too'. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

During these torturous slow, delicious minutes, it takes all your self-control to remain seated on the couch, hips still and hands at your sides, not putting your hands on him because you didn't think you could stop yourself if you did.

But if you're not able to contain yourself and sink your cock down his throat, don't worry too much. Daniel just wants you to feel good and your lack of control will only make him hot and horny, eager to get down on his knees for you again and again, since now he knows exactly how to 'make you feel good'.

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thatacotargirl · 1 month

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Hello! I read your cassian x reader period fic and absolutely loved it! I had a request if you don't mind...

one with cassian where maybe reader has been a part of the inner circle for a while and because of this her and cassian have been really really close friends for centuries…but one day on the streets reader locks eye with a male who is her mate…but the male is not cassian just some random person…and she is ecstatic that she has finally found her mate and someone she will be able to spend the rest of her life with because even though she has had a major crush on cassian…she knows he will never return those feelings because she finds herself incomparable and insignificant compared to cassian…however later on the male wants to reject the bond because he doesn't find the reader attractive and mocks her and all…she goes crying back home and cassian finds out and comforts her…maybe months later after the bond with the other male was broken…she finds that the mother has given her a new mating bond…that connects her to the one she has always loved…Cassian❤️

Hi!! Thank you so much for your support! And I LOVE your idea - I hope you like what I’ve done with it!

Inbox is always open for requests ❤️

Seconds Chances

A Cassian x Reader Imagine

The day that Rhysand saved you from the Autumn Court ranks up there with some of the best days of your life. Also up there is the day that he introduced you as a member of his Inner Circle, and your eyes first lay on Cassian.

You didn’t think there was a single person in all of Prythian who would deny Cassian’s beauty. He was in an entirely different league to any male or female you had met before. What started as lust developed into a crush and, over the centuries, turned into feelings you couldn’t quite describe. Although really, they could be summed up quite easily. You had fallen in love with Cassian.

You were sure Cassian did not return those feelings, but you truthfully didn’t mind. You didn’t want anything to risk destroying the friendship that you had with him. Cassian was the first there to pick you back up when you fell, to dry your tears and make you laugh again, to support you and encourage you to be the best version of yourself. It wasn’t a surprise that you ended up falling in love with him. He cared for you in a way no one ever had before, and you were so grateful to have him in your life, even if you knew it would never be how you truly wanted him.

That was why, when you were walking the streets of Velaris after dropping off a letter for Rhysand, you were ecstatic to lock eyes with a blonde male and feel the snap in your chest as the bond clicked into place. After a brief exchange, you agreed to meet for dinner that night, and you rushed back to the River House to get ready.

“I found my mate!”, you screeched, running through the River House door. Feyre caught your hands and steadied you.

“You what?!”, she replied, eyes wide.

“I found my mate!!!”, you repeat, practically bouncing in her arms with excitement. Feyre grinned and pulled you into a hug as several bodies appeared behind the pair of you.

“Your mate?”.

You looked over Feyre’s shoulder and straight at Cassian. His face was contorted slightly, almost like he was in pain. You quickly raked up and down his body looking for injuries, but you couldn’t see anything obvious.

“That is wonderful news!”, Rhys smiled, reaching over to pull you into a hug. “I knew the Night Court was the right place for you”. He winked as he let you go, and your friends took it in turns to share their congratulations and shower you with hugs and affection. Cassian approached, a forced smile on his face as he pulled you in for a bear hug.

“I’m so happy for you”, he said. He sounded genuine, but there was something empty about it. You knew that he had hoped a few females over the years had turned into his mate, including one of Feyre’s sisters, but the Mother hadn’t yet blessed him. It must be hard for him to see his friends’ mating bonds snap and not his own.

“Thank you”, you smiled, breathless from all the love of your family. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to get ready for a date with my mate”. You beamed as you bounced up the stairs, closely followed by Feyre and Mor who insisted on helping you get ready.

Your family waved you off as you left for your date. You chuckled to yourself. They were almost more excited for you than you were for yourself!

As you approached the restaurant, you saw your mate standing by the door. The closer you got, however, the more you felt a deep void in your chest. You tugged the bond as you approached him, a gasp leaving your lips as you realise your figurative hands come up short, the bond no where to be found. Your raise your head to meet his, and his eyes hold an evil gleam.

“You must be stupider than you look if you thought I was going to accept a bond with you”.

You freeze. This wasn’t the same male you spoke with this morning, was it? Seeing your confusion, he takes a step towards you, looming over you in a way so intimidating it made you whimper.

“Look at you. I would be the most foolish man alive to saddle myself with you for all eternity”.

Whilst you did still stick out at the Night Court, quite clearly heralding from different lands, you knew you weren’t unattractive. At least, you didn’t think you were?

You couldn’t bear his smirk any longer. You tried to pull the bond one more time and he noticed.

“It’s gone. Maybe now the Mother will realise the error of her ways and give me a second chance”.

Your heart broke.

You turned on your heels and ran for the River House.

Your family were not expecting you back from your date so soon, so when they heard you come thundering through the front door they all stood abruptly from their chairs. You looked in at them, faces full of concern and sorrow, and couldn't bear the pity. You fled up the stairs to the guest room and slammed the door behind you.

It was only a few minutes later that you heard someone knock at the door and Cassian's scent flooded in. He didn't wait for your reply. He walked over to the bed, sat, and pulled you onto his lap. You leaned into his chest and sobbed.

"What happened?".

"He broke the bond. He said only a foolish man would want to be saddled with me".

Cassian's heart hurt as he held you cried harder, soaking his shirt with your tears. He held you closer, trembling with anger that some male you met on the street could reduce you to tears like this, could take advantage of your kind heart, could throw away the one thing that he had prayed to the Mother every night could be his - your heart. He had wished for centuries for you, for your love, to be yours. This male had it in the palm of his hands and had thrown it away.

"What's wrong with me?", you asked quietly, avoiding his gaze.

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing. You are perfect", Cassian replied back softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"Then why didn't he want me?", your voice broke as you whispered the question.

Cassian had no answer. He only held you closer and let you cry in his arms.

8 months later

With the help of your family, you had slowly begun to heal. Your heart was mended piece by piece with each bit of love and care they showered you with. Cassian was by your side every spare moment he had, doing everything in his power to make you smile, laugh. It was music to his ears. You had also resumed your duties to the Night Court, after Rhys had insisted you take a prolonged vacation to focus on yourself and your healing.

It was at one of these Night Court meetings that your life changed forever.

You were characteristically late to the monthly Inner Circle meeting, having spent far too long in the library that morning. You ran into the room, out of breath, giving a sheepish and apologetic smile to Rhys. You went to take your seat beside Mor when you heard Cassian's sharp intake of breath. You looked up at him and felt it. The snap. It was so powerful you could have sworn the entire room heard it. Your eyes locked with Cassian's as you heard Feyre gasp, realising what had happened.

"Looks like the Mother gave you that second chance", Rhys smiled, pulling Feyre into his side as they watched the pair of you process what had just happened.

"My mate", Cassian whispered.

"My mate", you replied, breathless.

Within seconds, Cassian had cleared the table, swooped you into his arms, and walked out the room with you.

"I take it we need to reschedule, Cass?", Rhys called after the pair of you, amused.

Neither of you replied, simply gazing at each other as he carried you up the stairs.

"I prayed to the Mother for you every day for centuries", Cassian confessed, tears filling his eyes. Yours mirrored, as you reached up a hand to hold his cheek.

"I prayed for you too, Cassian".

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chosos-mascara · 10 months

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can u maybe do a jealous! gojo x manhunter!reader where gojo, reader, shoko, and geto are all just hanging around the city and reader is just "ooh look shoko, that guy's handsome" or "omg did u see that? that guy was totally a hottie" which got gojo all fired up and jealous? :0

jealous gojo x reader drabble (with shoko and suguru)

"I'm just saying, he's cute." Teasing tone and playful smirk, you glance toward Satoru to judge the reaction you'd so desperately wanted. You'd been correct to predict annoyance - he displays this through a scoff and harsh shake of head, right before biting back with a snarky comment.

"He's just as generic as the last guy." He'd spoken with a large amount of bitterness, eyes beneath tinted shades following said male until out of sight. Shoko brought an arm over your shoulders, catching onto the rouse much before the white head of hair would. "See, Satoru..." Her pause was merely for dramatic effect, a palm to forehead as she leaned against you for a little more support. "You don't get it. Women like a real man."

You could feel Gojo's eyes burning into the backs of your heads - he was too easy to get a rise out of. Suguru tuts beside him, narrowing his eyes toward his anger-fueled friend. He was too shy to admit his feelings, yet had been so obviously in love with you.

"I think what Satoru is trying to say, is that -" He glances toward him with a sigh. "He cares about your well-being. Wouldn't want you dating someone who couldn't take care of you."

Satoru side eyed his friend behind his shades, parting lips to spit a reply, though reluctantly refraining. He instead puffs out a short breath, ignoring the twang of hurt within his chest to instead revert back to the personality he'd defaulted to in times of stress.

"Nah, I don't care about that - just thinking that a guy like him wouldn't date you in a million years." Satoru's smile feels too forced, but you buy it. "Oh, really? Is that a challenge?"

You'd stopped, turning on heal with hand on hip. Both Shoko and Suguru internally cringe, a shared glance to signify their shared concern.

"I'll go ask him out, then." Spoken through gritted teeth, you take a step forward - though you don't make it far before you have Suguru's hand meeting your shoulder, a hardened expression and gentle shake of head. "Let it go." Although the command had come across more intrusive than through anxiety, you'd taken a shallow breath inward to calm yourself.

"You're right - I was just teasing Satoru." There's a pause following your sentence, though you ignore the stagnant air.

A tint of rose tickles Satoru's cheeks for only a few seconds, but you don't miss it. Through silence you focus your attention toward him, trying your best to hold a genuine expression while speaking slowly, shyly.

"I'm sorry."

Of course, Gojo doesn't show his relief in the matter, simply laughing before waltzing toward you, his arm firmly replacing Suguru's grip. "I knew you liked me."

You roll your eyes, but don't bite back. Satoru's embrace lasts much longer than it had needed to, getting to the school gate before he removes his possessiveness. But, your shoulders do feel a little colder without it.

an: the 'real man' comment made my skin crawl but reader is just teasing gojo ok they don't mean it

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luvkyu · 8 months

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rivals ( lee donghyuck/haechan ) part one

donghyuck x male!reader

maybe donghyuck's school rival isn't as bad as he thought?

content : 2k words, angstish/fluff at the end, high school!au, academic rivals trope, toxic parents ( reader's ), just a little crying ( reader ) but hyuck is a sweetheart about it so it's fine <333

part two

"haechan."

"..haechan?"

"lee donghyuck!"

donghyuck snapped out of his trance, turning his head toward his deskmate.

"huh?"

"class is over," jaemin said with a small snicker. he exchanged glances with jeno, who now stood beside his desk while clutching his bag over his shoulder.

"staring daggers at y/n again?" jeno teased.

donghyuck clicked his tongue in disgust as he looked back at y/n.

"he's top of the class again. he's a menace."

"pfft," jaemin scoffed, "he's a menace? he literally just studies and basically never talks. he's the opposite of a menace. he's actually very nice."

donghyuck only gave his friend a side eye in response.

"he's nice?" jeno asked, genuine.

"mhm! he lended me some money for lunch last week. he hasn't talked to me since, or asked me to repay him."

"he's a menace," donghyuck insisted. "next test, i'll get top of the class for sure. and he'll be stuck with second."

"that's what you said last time.." jeno muttered.

"hey!-"

"guys!" renjun's voice suddenly infiltrated their classroom. "you're like, the last ones left in here. c'mon."

"tsk." donghyuck gently flicked jeno's head as he stood up and gathered his books. jaemin laughed again, the three of them finally leaving with renjun.

y/n still sat at his desk while slowly packing up his bag, actually the last student left. a small smile tugged at his lips as he thought about what he'd overheard.

"haechan is very loud for such a gentle looking person," he mumbled, before snickering.

"n/n!"

y/n looked up at the sound of his nickname. mark now stood in the doorway of his classroom, waiting for him.

"can i walk you home?" mark asked happily.

"you always walk me home."

mark smiled and nodded, "i know. but i still like asking."

y/n rolled his eyes. as his neighbor and best friend, mark was always very attentive to y/n. especially since all y/n ever did was sleep, eat, and study. mark always wished he'd be more social - he thought it'd do him some good to stop worrying about his grades so much. but y/n's parents would definitely disagree.

after walking for a while, the pair finally made it to their neighborhood. y/n seemed way too in his head today, and it made mark worry even more.

"are you coming to the dance showcase tonight? jisung and i have been practicing for weeks."

y/n sighed and shook his head.

"can't. i'm tutoring tonight. i'm sorry."

mark frowned at first, but quickly perked up.

"that's okay! i'll get someone to video it for you," he assured. "what about tomorrow? you can hang out since it's saturday right?"

"sure, that's fine. wanna see a movie or something?"

mark nodded eagerly, "love to!! we can go in the evening and you can stay the night at my place if you want."

y/n nodded and gave him a small smile.

"sounds good. good luck with your dance tonight, let me know how it goes."

"mm! see you tomorrow!" mark replied.

donghyuck walked into the local public library, a small prance in his step. he always enjoyed tutoring other students, as odd as that may sound.

he found a small table and began setting out his study materials while waiting for his tutee. the smile that had been resting on his face, however, did not last long. after looking up, he found that y/n was sitting at another table not far from his. he scowled under his breath.

"our teacher got the top students to tutor others, but we were supposed to find different places. tsk." he quickly stood from his chair and trudged over to y/n.

"..." donghyuck waited for y/n to look up from his book, but the male was stubborn. or maybe he just didn't care enough to spare donghyuck a glance.

"if you're going to speak, then speak. if not.." y/n spoke while making a shoo gesture with his hand. donghyuck's brows furrowed.

"why are you here?" he asked, not caring about the rude tone of his voice.

y/n finally looked up from his book. donghyuck was pretty, y/n would give him that, but that was about it.

"i'm tutoring chenle. and what about you? are you stalking me?"

donghyuck felt a surge of panic run through his body. "wha- no?! i'm supposed to be tutoring here. you go somewhere else!"

y/n simply gave the other a blank stare. "sure," he answered sarcastically. "i'll go somewhere else, stand up chenle, and he'll fail our next test. then it'll be your fault. you really wanna be the reason chenle fails? i thought you were better than that, lee donghyuck."

"you-.." donghyuck clenched his jaw.

"y/n..?" chenle's voice broke between the two. he gave a small, awkward bow as donghyuck moved aside.

"chenle! ready to get started?"

chenle nodded while looking nervously at donghyuck. he didn't like seeing him aggravated, nor did he wanna get in the middle of something between him and y/n.

"i can give you guys a minute if-"

"no," donghyuck stopped him, "we're done."

y/n sent donghyuck an insincere smile before watching him go back to his table to continue waiting for his own tutee.

their tutoring sessions lasted about two hours, and the whole time, donghyuck would steal disgusted glances at his rival. he kept wondering how jaemin could say he's actually nice.

"maybe he's not nice to you cause you always give him such a hard time," jaemin had once argued. donghyuck scoffed. no, that couldn't be it. y/n had to be the problem.

donghyuck looked up from the paper he was supposed to be reviewing. y/n had a kind smile on his face as he moved his pencil from question to question, explaining the answers to chenle.

"yeah, he's definitely the problem," he whispered in annoyance.

"huh?"

donghyuck perked up, remembering the pupil beside him.

"mm? oh, nothing! let's go over these."

his student nodded as donghyuck slid the worksheet over to him. donghyuck's eyes naturally drifted to y/n one more time before taking a big breath and beginning to review the paper.

rain.

it just had to be raining when y/n stepped out of the library to start his way home. he sighed and stopped under the last awning of the building.

"fucking great," he muttered.

taking his phone out, he scrolled down to his mother's contact which he had at first planned to call. but then, he thought, his parents were the last people he wanted to see or be driven home by. so with that, he began walking.

usually, walking home was no problem for y/n. it was around a twenty minute walk to his neighborhood from both school and the library, as the two were only a couple blocks away from each other. his walks gave him time to listen to music and enjoy the weather, or just to be on his phone without the prying eyes of his parents.

but today, y/n could already feel the rain starting to soak through his clothes. the water dripped down from his hair and onto his face, making him let out another sigh.

"maybe i'll get sick this weekend and have an excuse not to study," he hoped quietly. his small smile fell after thinking about it for a minute. "if i get sick, they'll blame me for walking in the rain, though."

crossing his arms, he walked faster and lowered his head. while watching his shoes slap the puddles on the ground, his mind kept wandering. he felt incredibly sad. he wished his parents could just be his parents, instead of borderline dictators. education didn't mean anything to him, and yet he tried so hard to be top of his class just to earn some kind of validation from them.

before he knew it, he was crying. not a heavy sob, just quiet tears that blended with the rain while the color of his eyes faded into a tint of red.

suddenly, the rain stopped hitting him. his brows furrowed. the drops were still hitting the ground around him, but he couldn't feel them.

"idiot. you'll get sick if you keep walking in this weather," donghyuck scolded. y/n looked up to see the male holding a black umbrella over themselves. as much as he hated donghyuck, he was freezing, so he took the offer and mumbled a quiet, "thank you."

donghyuck had never been this close to his rival. their shoulders were touching, and he thought he should've hated it, but instead there was a small, exciting spark running up his spine.

"why are you walking?" donghyuck asked. when y/n didn't answer, he leaned over to see the other better under their umbrella. his face dropped with the realization that y/n was crying.

"ah.." he stood back up straight, unsure of what to say now. he hated that he felt bad for someone he was supposed to despise. but y/n was, after all, just another person.

"are you okay?"

y/n scoffed as he wiped his tears. "if i said yes, i'd be lying."

donghyuck nodded and looked around a bit awkwardly. he never thought himself good at comforting people, but he'd definitely try.

"wanna talk about it?"

y/n suddenly stopped walking. he could feel the rain hit him again when donghyuck kept walking, taking the umbrella with him. he turned in surprise before hurrying back to y/n to shield him from the water.

"why are you being nice to me all of a sudden?" y/n asked.

donghyuck met his eyes, quiet. y/n's eyes looked tired and strained from his tears, but beautiful despite this. he almost felt entranced from his gaze.

"i dunno.." donghyuck mumbled, "you're just a person, right? regardless of whether i hate you or not. and i don't mind listening if you wanna talk."

y/n's lips thinned into a line as he thought about it. he looked down at his soaked shoes.

"i don't wanna go home," he muttered out.

donghyuck frowned. something was definitely wrong, but he'd feel wrong if he pried into y/n's home life.

an idea struck him as they arrived at a sheltered bus stop. he pulled y/n's arm and finally lowered the umbrella to sit him down on the dry bench. donghyuck could see that the male was beginning to shiver, his jacket turned to a darker drenched color.

"take that off," he said while tugging at the wet fabric of y/n's sleeve.

"what?"

"take it off. you'll definitely get sick if you keep that on. take mine," donghyuck said while holding his now discarded jacket out to his rival.

y/n's brows furrowed in concern. "but you won't have anything to wear.."

donghyuck shrugged, "i'm dry. and i like the cold. really, please take it."

y/n nodded and slowly took his jacket off. it felt gross to handle such a wet piece of clothing around his body, but the dry and heavy fabric of donghyuck's jacket quickly made up for it. he sat back and snuggled into it with a content smile.

"thank you."

donghyuck nodded and set the other jacket aside. he could tell y/n was trying to keep his smile at bay, but he decided not to pester him about it. what mattered was that he was safe and dry now.

"..why don't you want to go home?" he finally asked. y/n's smile faltered.

"my parents are home."

donghyuck didn't really understand, but he didn't plan on being any more nosy. he looked around and spotted a restaurant behind the bus stop, deciding to focus on that.

"have you eaten?"

y/n looked at him in slight confusion. "what?"

"have you had dinner yet? we can go eat together before you have to go home."

"where?" y/n realized right after he asked that it didn't really matter where. any place would be better than a house with his parents.

"maybe that place?" donghyuck answered.

y/n turned to see the restaurant donghyuck was pointing at. he'd actually been there a few times with mark, so he quickly nodded.

"yes please."

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rabbit-or-rib · 25 days

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Hello! Well, I was wondering if you could do a Toby fanfic with a male reader?

The reader and Toby were friends before Toby started homeschooling, then years later they meet again, something kind of fluffy and angsty?

Well, in any case, I thank you, your writing is really good to read, I hope you are having a great day/night!! 🩷

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ofc !!!!! this is so sweet, let me know if you want me to change or add anything :) it also ended up more angsty than i meant it to, but thank you soso much it makes me so happy you like my writing !! <33

You're the loss of my life.

🪓 Toby Rogers x m!childhood friend reader reuniting :)

He was crossing through a nature park on the way to stop off at the store, and there you were sitting on a bench and watching your pet play around in the grass, smiling. It took him a second to place how he remembered you, but he knew the curve of your smile like the back of his hand. He had so many feelings so fast- he missed you, he wanted to call out for you, to catch up with you, hear everything about your life since school- and they were all put to a halt by the lump in his throat. He quickly looked around, trying to make sure there wasn't anyone near him that'd see him potentially break down in the middle of the path, and when he looked back, you were staring at him wide eyed. He was so, so scared that you were scared of him.

"Toby?"

Your voice called out to him, it had obviously dropped since the last time you two had talked and it sent waves of butterflies over him. He nervously smiled, and when you realized you were right and smiled brightly back, it turned into you both laughing, which turned into him excitedly running over to you. You stood up to greet him, but you clearly weren't expecting the amount of energy toby had for you- his tight hug almost knocked the both of you to the ground. You wrapped your arms around him as best you could with his handle on you, and laughed at his excitement and at just how happy you were to see him- you had so many questions and you were so worried, but above everything you were just happy to see your best friend again.

His grip loosened, and without thinking his hands settled on your lower back, trying to keep you as close as possible. You could feel his hands twitching as you excitedly asked him what he'd been up to, his eyes suddenly avoiding your gaze as he gave you a vague "just,,,yyknow stu-stuff and things- rreal busy, you?" he flashed you lopsided smile, but he couldn't push away all of his thoughts. What would you think of him if he told you? If you found out, saw him on the news, what would you even say? Can you tell? Is he creeping you out right now? Is he-

You interrupted his train of thought with resting your hands on his forearms, his eyes immediately shooting to watch your movements as you spoke, "not too much,, i missed you though. have you been okay, Tobes? i was worried about you" you laughed nervously at that last bit, but the nickname struck a cord with him as the lump in his throat made itself clearer now. He was fighting down tears as he remembered all the times he'd come over, the time spent together being stupid and passing notes in class, everything the two of you did that was taken from him because there was so much cruelty in his life. His neck cracked to the side in an anxious tic, he tried to write it off as he gave you what was meant to be a genuine smile, but came off as more so pleading as he shakily said, "i mmissed you too."

Your brows furrowed slightly in concern, but your pet jumped up in between the two of you before you were able to ask any questions. Toby crouched down to pet them, but still kept his eyes on you. They pawed at the leash you held in your hand, trying to get you to understand they were ready to go home, no matter how much you weren't. You flashed Toby a look of apology and muttered a quiet "It looks like they're ready to go," as you clipped the leash to their collar; the both of you standing back up you looked at each other with a sense of longing. Neither of you understood what the other had gone through since the last time you'd seen each other, and it didn’t feel fair. None of this felt fair. But you both knew that, that there was too much between you now to patch up. He wanted to speak, he wanted to say something- tell you everything that you had meant to him back then, how much you still did. You had been his safe haven before he left, and he wanted nothing more than to have experienced a normal life in that moment. Looking at you felt like he was looking at everything he could have had, and he could hardly take it. He swallowed thickly before he gave you his best smile that he could muster and said a quiet thank you, that it was good seeing you, and squeezed your hand before the two of you walked your separate ways. It didn’t feel right, it wasn’t right. Talking to you, touching you, it brought color back to his face in such an authentic way he hadn’t been able to properly replicate in so long. He trudged his way along the rest of his path, convincing himself it wouldn’t be fair to drag you into what his life is. You didn’t deserve this, you didn’t deserve to deal with him- and he didn’t think he’d ever get over that loss.

#💧#rabbit writings #creepypasta x reader #ticci toby x reader #toby rogers x reader

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crushmeeren · 9 months

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Aziraphale/Male Reader

Warnings; The work below contains angst, smut and fluff. Top! Aziraphale, Bottom! Reader, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, kissing, Cursing, Crowley being a good friend and I couldn’t resist letting reader get cream pied at the end.

Note; To my lovely anon requestor for this one shot, I hope you enjoy! I loved writing this, I’ve never written any angst before so hopefully it translates well. I also amused myself while writing this so there’s that.

AO3 Link; Millenia😈

Word Count; 8.7k

You’ve come to the conclusion, that this entire mess with Aziraphale, really only started when Crowley came up with the idea for a fucking suggestion box. Of course, you didn’t know the demons name back then, only by the color of his hair.

You noticed the white haired Angel and the red head when you were flying by, on your way to some stupid meeting or another. As you passed, your ears strained, and you could only catch a snippet of their conversation. The words you did catch, were intriguing to say the least. Hearing the words “suggestion box” and “Almighty” in the same couple sentences had been all it took to make you stop in your tracks and shoot towards them. It peaked your interest. You thought about how useful a thing like that could be. You thought to yourself that it wouldn’t do any harm to have something like that. You had been wrong.

As you came to a stop you braced your wings, tensing the muscles in your back. They kept you afloat, suspended in air next to the other two. Your appearance startled them and they looked at you, eyes wide, speechless. Their wings twitched in surprise. As you took a second to take in the other Angels, you felt a spark of recognition looking at the one with white hair. You realized it was Aziraphale, an Angel you had come to know recently. Not closely, but you were acquainted at that point.

“Either of you want to tell me about this “suggestion box” idea?” Flapping your wings gently, you looked between them. A swift movement of your neck and you had noticed the expression on Aziraphales face made him look as pale as a ghost, as if he had been terrified they were already getting caught. You’re a bit higher up on the food chain, a dominion, so truthfully, you could understand the hesitation. Although you weren’t there to criticize or punish, genuinely curious about their discussion.

You felt the warm swooshing of stars shooting behind the three of you. They had filled up the galaxy with their beautiful bright light. It made your spine tingle pleasantly as you waited in an awkward silence for an answer. You pursed your lips and raised an eyebrow, looking to the red head instead, who wore a grin. He looked overly proud of his idea. It was Crowley who had broken the tension, mouth pulled into a wide smile.

“Right, so I was just speaking to Aziraphale here about a suggestion box. It’s more or less a place where we can write down our ideas to the Almighty and then she can look them over. Of course she’d decide whether they were worthless or not but I think it’s the thought that counts,” he said brightly, fidgeting in place. He looked like he was brimming with too much energy. Not an ounce of awkwardness or unease radiated from him anymore.

Aziraphale, on the other hand, his pretty face had still looked stricken at your presence. Mouth turned downwards, eyebrows pulled together. You had felt a strange sensation in your chest when you looked at his face, it was a bit of an aching feeling. It had felt very unpleasant. Extremely unsettling. You gave Aziraphale a soothing smile in an attempt to make him feel better. You hadn’t been sure then, why you cared so much about how the Angel felt.

“Look, don’t worry about this, I’m not here to get anyone trouble. I was truly curious about this and I’d have to say I think it’s a good idea,” you said, trying your best to convey you meant no harm.

“That’s exactly what I said!” Crowley exclaimed, sounding satisfied someone else had agreed with him.

“The Almighty does not take suggestions! Furthermore, who are we to question the Almightys plan?” Aziraphale said, tone desperate. He looked around frantically, to see if anyone else had been near by listening, anxiety twisted coldly in his belly. Icy tendrils had started to crawl through his veins. You had noticed however, that despite his tone of voice, his demeanor had seemed to calm down, if only a little bit, from the reassuring words you had used.

You reached out a hand and placed it on his shoulder. He had felt warm beneath your palm. It had ignited something in you, something sharp, something warm. It startled you even more than you had been when you caught yourself caring about the Angels feelings. It was when he turned those pretty blue eyes on you, that you felt the breath punched out of your chest. You paused for a moment, feeling urgently that you should have been more concerned about it. You shook it off for the moment anyways.

“Aziraphale, this isn’t a bad idea. It couldn’t hurt to ask a few questions, could it?” you said, taking your hand off his shoulder. His cheeks had been dusted with a barely their pink color from the contact from your hand. You had ignored that too.

“Exactly! It can’t do much harm,” Crowley piped up, making eye contact with you.

“Of course it can! What are the two of you thinking? A word of advice if I may? Be extremely careful saying things like this, you never know who’s listening.” Face contorted into an uneasy expression. Crowley, at that moment, had raised a wing to shield the three of you from an oncoming meteor shower. You and Crowley had shared a look, mentally agreeing to continue this conversation later.

You had glanced at Aziraphales side profile, admiring his sweet features until you had felt that uncomfortable sensation again. The one that had felt overly warm, making your wings itch as you scrunched your eyebrows in contemplation. You decided, at the time, it was probably nothing to worry about. The three of you had watched on in silence, admiring the meteors and taking a moment to appreciate the work Crowley had done on his little corner of the universe.

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As it turns out, those feelings were absolutely, without a doubt, something to be concerned about. As you come back to your reality, you mull over the decisions that hell has plagued you with making recently. Your chin rests in the palm of your hand, the bone of your chin digging into your skin. Sitting in an uncomfortably hard throne chair in the pits of hell, you look at all the nasty demons under your command. They’re all idiots really, but you suppose they get the job done. Your eyes are sharp as you think about how they really need to change the color pallet down here. Everything’s in muted and dull colors of gray and green, making it look disease ridden.

“Bit depressing down here lately, don’t you think?” The voice comes from your right and you lazily turn your head to the side, letting your hand fall to your lap. You look at the source of said voice where it sits next to you, in his own hard as fuck throne chair. You raise your eyebrow at him.

“What the hell are you on about? It’s always been depressing down here Crowley,” you say, laughing humorlessly. The red headed demon lets out a snort, a breath of air that he pushes hastily out of his nose.

“Yes I suppose you’re right. Although now that you’re in charge, can’t you liven up the mood a little bit?” he jokes, grinning cheekily at you.

“Not a chance in hell! You know this is all your fault right? We’re only down here because of you,” you tease, trying to bite back a smile. Crowley lets out a groan of frustration and tilts his head backwards, throwing his hands up in exasperation.

“Oh c’mon! That was almost 6,000 years ago! You’ve got to let that go at some point you cheeky bastard. Besides, you agreed with me that it was a good idea!” Animatedly waving his hands around, he looks at you with an irritated expression you know isn’t real. When his serpent eyes make contact with yours, you can’t hold back your laughter. Your head tilts backwards as your laughter rings out, startling some of the demons in the same area. You pay no attention to those idiots. You do know, that for as much shit as you give Crowley, you know you wouldn’t have survived hell without him.

You two had become quite close in the last 6,000 years, as close to being family members as demons like the two of you could be. Of course, you both still kept in touch with Aziraphale as well, but that’s just a different beast entirely in itself. Truthfully, the suggestion box had only planted the seed of rebellion in you. It grew over time, spiraling out of control as your feelings for Aziraphale grew. Those feelings, the love and consequently lust, are really what made you fall from heaven. As Crowley grumbles next to you, you’re pulled into another memory. One that never fails to make a lump form in your throat and the chilly fingers of anxiety wreak havoc, twisting your insides until they suffocate.

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“Aziraphale,” you breathe out, watching the Angel walking up to you. Your heart rate picks up speed, thumping painfully against your sternum. The two of you have been spending time together, more often than not, since that impromptu meeting where Crowley spoke about suggestion boxes. That was a few hundred years ago. The meet up you’re about to have with Aziraphale, you know is not going to go so well.

Your hands shake as he saunters up to you, face lighting up brightly, like a star. He always looked so excited to see you. The thought hurts your head and your heart squeezes painfully. You wave at him in greeting. You’ve known for a long time that you’ve loved him. It’s been at least a couple hundred years of knowing your heart beats solely for him.

As frowned upon as human feelings are, you couldn’t stop it. It’s like getting into a car wreck, you see the oncoming car rapidly approaching, but it’s too late. No matter how hard you try to pump the brakes. You also realized long ago that, from his head to his toes, Aziraphale is beautiful. A work of art. There’s a reason such enchanting paintings have been made about Angels.

“Hi lovely,” Aziraphale says, voice soft and tender. “You wanted to meet with me?” Smiling so preciously at you, like you hung the moon for him, you feared you would melt right there. Immediately you feel nauseous. You’re sure you’re going to be sick, stomach rolling painfully. You manage a weak smile, taking in his happy appearance. You hadn’t told him about how you felt yet. Initially you thought that would be your doom, but no, love wasn’t going to be the cause of your demise. It’s lust.

Lust was something you hadn’t experienced before. When those warm, tingly, aroused feelings and thoughts started seeping into your brain, you knew you were fucked, metaphorically. You yearned for something you’ve come to know as making love to the Angel. You wanted to watch his sweet expressions, feel the searing heat of his insides and let him take you apart and put you back together again.

That’s when you felt petrified. You felt it in your bones, that lust was the breaking point. Heaven could tolerate love, God is all about love, but once they knew about your lustful desires, the sins you were committing, it was over. It’s not as easy to hide when you’re higher up in the Angel hierarchy. Granted you weren’t scared for Aziraphale, if he even felt the same way. No, it’s only a real problem the higher up you are. Now, it was only a matter of time before you fell. Just like Crowley. Gods, you hope you could find the fucker once you get to Earth.

“Yes Angel, I- there’s something important I need to tell you,” you say, letting out a shaky exhale. You clasp your trembling fingers together so tightly your knuckles are white. Your face must be pale, it must convey the amount of fear and pain in your expression. You watch Aziraphales face crumple when his eyes flit back and forth, studying your face.

“Dear, what is it? What’s wrong?” he asks, beginning to pull at the edge of his sleeves, feeling anxious. You chew on your bottom lip, looking into his pretty blue eyes, your body flushes hotly. You groan internally, feeling stuck on the edge of a cliff as you feel the strong urge to tell him. He deserves to know before you fall. Who knows when you’ll see him again. That thought makes you sick all over again. You open your mouth to speak, feeling the words physically build in your throat as you tremble, feeling dizzy. Yet something else comes out entirely.

“I, Angel I just,” you groan outwardly, rubbing your face with your hands briefly. “I can’t do this anymore.” Your heart stops, breath caught in your chest. A chill runs down your spine. That is not what you wanted to say. It falls silent between the two of you and you start to feel an impending sense of doom, hair prickling at the back of your neck. You watch the Angels expression shift into one of hurt, one of heartbreak. Eyebrows scrunching, lower lip wobbling slightly as he takes in your words.

“What?” he asks. One word, so filled to the brim with hurt. Voice so soft you can barely hear it. It feels like someone has shoved a butcher knife through your chest, wiggling it in until only the handle sticks out. Guilt burns through you, fuck that’s not what you meant to say! You can’t even speak, mouth dry, icy fear pumping through your veins. You must have taken a beat too long to answer because you see the Angels eyes well up with tears, his eyes shining. You desperately take a step forward reaching your hand out for him but he backs away quickly. Shaking his head in rejection of your touch. The Angel turns and walks away hastily. You stand there with your hand outstretched, body numb as the rush is adrenaline fades away.

You bring a shaky hand up to your face and admire your fingers long after the Angel has gone. You should be moving, savoring the little time you have left in heaven. You hear them coming. You can’t lift your feet, it’s like you’re rooted in cement. The heartache on Aziraphales face, the feeling of your heart shredded into pieces and the unwavering guilt consuming you are the last things you felt in heaven. It’s the last thing you remember before you’re waking up with a gasping inhale, laying on the cold, unforgivably hard dirt of Earth. You gaze up at the stars, not moving, feeling empty and dark.

“It’s about time you got your lazy arse down here,” Crowley says, voice coming from somewhere beside you. You hear the sound of cicadas nearby. You don’t even startle at the sound of the demons voice, you laugh humorlessly. You don’t turn your head when you speak.

“I suppose you’re right,” you say, only able to feel the smallest amount of relief at his presence.

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It’s not the first time you relive the memory and it won’t be the last. It always leaves you with a sour taste in your mouth,a nauseous sensation pinching at your belly sharply. You’re on Earth now, going to meet Aziraphale. He’s convinced you to come over and watch some heart warming movie with him. You shove your frozen fingers into the pockets of your fuzzy coat. Snuggling your face deeper down into the warm, soft scarf wrapped around your neck. You’re taking in all the signs around you as you walk down the streets of SoHo, towards the bookshop. Maggie waves at you from the record shop, you return it with a wiggle if your fingers, face never leaving your scarf. You notice you’re able to see your breath puffing out like a dragon.

Things after you fell were never the same. It took thousands of years for Aziraphale to look in your direction, let alone speak to you again. The two of you using Crowley as some sort of bloody messenger boy. Which he did not take to kindly, always grumbling about how you should just fix things and tell Azirapahle the truth. You didn’t. It was only in the last 50 years that things have gotten somewhat normal between you and the Angel. Your chest aches, dully throbbing as you think about how this entire time the Angel thought you didn’t love him. When in reality all you’ve ever longed for was to to be with him. He has long since carved his existence into your heart, making himself at home. You’ve only ever loved him, heart beating for him, existing for him. It’s been that way since the beginning, even if you were too much of an idiot to realize it back then and too much of a coward to tell him.

The bell to the bookshop jingles overhead as you push the door open. Warm air blasting you, warming your frozen limbs. You reach up and pull down your scarf, feeling the blood rush to your cheeks as you step inside, letting the door shut softly behind you.

“Angel! I’m here,” you call out, walking down the steps further into the building. You look around the shop, taking in its cozy atmosphere. Aziraphale pushes open the swinging door of the kitchen with his foot, walking out carrying two cups of what you assume is tea. He smiles adoringly at you. After all this time, the way he looks at you has never changed.

“Finally dear! I was worried the tea would get cold before you showed up. Were you busy with something?” he asks, voice sound happy and bright. You look at him lovingly, eyes soft, gentle smile pulling on your lips. You wave a hand dismissively before you take off your coat and scarf, placing them on the chair nearby you.

“Sorry Angel, Crowley needed my help with something. You now how helpless he is without me,” you tease, rolling your eyes playfully. You take the cup of tea from him gratefully, wrapping your tingly fingers around the soothing warmth of the mug, humming happily. Aziraphale laughs at your comment, holding his own cup.

“Yes yes, the old boy would never survive without your leadership,” he says sarcastically, playing along with you. You smile and run a hand up through your short hair, brushing the locks off your forehead. It makes you feel so warm and content that things are going well with you two. You look down at the light brown liquid, raising the cup and taking a sip. You feel the warmth snake down your throat and smolder in your belly.

“How have you been?” you say, smiling cheekily. Aziraphales cheek turn a pretty pink and he takes a sip of his own tea before he responds.

“I’ve been well love, been missing the two of you if I’m being honest.” Averting his eyes, Aziraphale clears his throat softly and sets down his mug. You melt into a fucking pile of mush at his words, heart thudding painfully. You take a step closer, wanting so badly to reach out and touch him, but you don’t. Instead you smile lovingly at him, waiting until he makes eye contact with you.

“We’ve missed you too Angel,” you say sweetly, letting your tone of voice convey how you feel. The Angel turns scarlet as he notices how close you’ve gotten, startling slightly when he realizes he can see your eyelashes. He takes a step back, feeling flustered and overwhelmed about the warm, tingly feelings you’re giving him and fidgets nervously. Once again pulling on the sleeves of his cardigan. You watch him, the feeling so bittersweet at his consistent nervous behavior. You set down your cup of tea on his desk, clapping your hands together once. It makes Aziraphale jump.

“Right! Well let’s get cozy and watch the movie you’ve been dying to show me,” you say, starting to take off towards the couch placed on the other side of the shop. It’s in a room hidden from the front, not for customers. Aziraphale bites back a smile behind your back, butterflies fluttering dangerously in his belly and he follows behind you quickly, cups of tea forgotten in their places.

The two of you end up on the Angels, surprisingly soft and fuzzy, large three seater couch. Somehow you’ve let Aziraphale manage to convince you to watch the live action version of Winnie

the Pooh. He thinks it’s heartwarming. Granted, it does make sense the Angel wants to watch it, seeing as he’s memorized all the books. You’re both fairly close, thighs almost touching. You each have your respective soft blankets covering your laps. You’ve toed off your shoes and tucked your feet up next to you, leaning against the back of the couch. Azirapahle also shoeless, sitting with his feet resting on the floor, ankles crossed.

Aziraphale laughs at something Eyore says and you don’t really pay attention to the movie, you’re too fascinated by the Angel next to you. You try to focus your eyes on the screen but it’s really hard when you feel the heat from Aziraphales arm seeping into your skin through your long sleeved shirt. Your hands twitch in your lap. You noticed the Angel is trying to talk to you when he pokes your shoulder harshly.

“Hmm?”, you question, without turning your head.

“I was asking if you wanted some popcorn dear. Where’s your head at? In the clouds?” he teases, giggling softly. You turn your head to the right to look at him and you startle realizing how close you are to his face. You don’t answer. You inhale, breathe getting stuck in your throat as your eyes quickly track back and forth, looking into his eyes. Immediately your body flushes, cheeks burning. You notice the intense look in Aziraphales eyes as he involuntarily glances down at your lips. He doesn’t say a word.

Your heart beats even faster when you catch his eye movement. The air between you two feels like something thick, like warm molasses. You shift your body gently on the couch, angling your body towards his more. Aziraphales cheeks turn almost a bloody red color, flush traveling down his neck. Time feels like it’s suspended. You lean just a centimeter closer and your lips are almost brushing.

You think about if the Angel will reject you or not, how it would feel like someone wrapped sharp talons around your heart and forcefully ripped it from you chest. It can’t be worse then the way you hurt him in the past. You think about how’s he probably terrified right now, confused as hell. Guilt throbs in your chest and you realize suddenly, with absolute clarity, you have to kiss him. You have to show him, tell him how much you love him. Even if he doesn’t return the feelings, he deserves to know and you will no longer be a spineless coward about it. You feel your pulse in your fingertips as you bring your hand up to brush your knuckles over his cheek, hand trailing softly down his face before resting on his shoulder.

“Can I kiss you?” you whisper, voice tender. You wait patiently for his answer. A few seconds pass as you watch the battle the Angel has internally. Your worried you’ve overstepped.

“Yes,” he breathes, voice equally as gentle. Then you’re pressing your lips to his. They feel silky, plump and they fit perfectly to yours when you tilt your head. You feel him push back eagerly, hands coming up to fist the front of your shirt. The heat between you both flares, blazing through your veins as your lips start to roll with his urgently, fingers gripping his shoulder tightly. You’ve just slipped your tongue out to lick at his bottom lip, swallowing one of his sweet moans and then he’s ripping himself away, pushing you backwards onto the sofa in the process. You land with a surprised oof sound coming out of your mouth.

“Wait- wait, love, oh heavens, I can’t do this. You’re only kissing me because I wanted you to. I’ve loved you for so long dear and my heart can’t take it if this isn’t real,” he says, panicking and breathing heavily, seeing his eyes well up with tears the way they did so many years ago. You sit up quickly, your eyes stinging as you watch his face. You’re determined to not let him go this time. You lurch forward and you’re wrapping your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly, sure that he can feel the rapid pace of your heart. You know you can feel his. It beats just as quickly. The warmth of his body bleeding through your shirt. Aziraphale stays where’s seated, shaking slightly and pierced to the spot. He doesn’t hug you back.

“No, no that’s not why I did it Angel. This is real, I swear.” You push back from the embrace and frame his face with your hands. You feel the soft, heated skin of his cheeks under your palms. You look into his eyes, your facial expression violently serious. You feel everything you’ve wanted to say for more than a millennia start rushing up your throat, words shoving at each other to be the first out of your mouth. You feel your cup runneth over and you’re spilling your heart out.

“Angel, Aziraphale, I’m so sorry for what I said so long ago. I was just so scared and I know thats not an excuse. I can only

hope to atone for some of my sins and hope you’ll forgive me. I love you, I have always loved you. Ever since the beginning, ever since we spoke to Crowley about that damned suggestion box,” you say, running a thumb over his cheekbone.

The Angel laughs a watery laugh. “I loved you when I fell, I loved you when I became a leader in hell, I loved you when we weren’t speaking and I love you now,” you say, voice getting choked up. Aziraphale stares at you, a couple tears slipping free and running down his cheeks, tickling your skin as he lets out a soft laugh. He’s never looked so happy. He brings his hands up to hold your wrists, fingers wrapping delicately around the bone.

“I love you too,” he whispers, pressing forward to connect your lips together again. It’s everything you’ve ever wanted. There’s no fireworks but instead a feeling of coming home, the sensation you get when you take the first sip of a warm drink after you’ve been outside in freezing weather. Your heart pulses with sweet love and your head feels fuzzy.

This time you’re moaning into his mouth, as your lips move together slickly, feeling his teeth nipping at your bottom lip. You let go of his face, hands dropping to his shoulders, you dig your nails in through the fabric of his shirt. He lets his hands fall to your waist, tugging slightly at the clothing there, indicating he wants you to come closer. You decide to take it a step further and break from the kiss, noticing his lips are deliciously swollen and red. Aziraphale lets out what sounds like a protesting noise. You laugh, pressing a hand to the middle of his chest so he leans against the back of the couch. You hastily grab both of your blankets off your laps and toss them to the side.

Raising up on your knees, you swing your left leg over both of his and move to straddle his hips. A thigh pressing onto either side of his as you sit down fully in his lap and the hard, hot length of his cock presses up against your arse. You are able to somewhat feel the length and the thickness of his dick. It gives you an idea of what you’re about to be stretched open with. You don’t really care about size, seeing as you have no experience, but you know he’s about to split you in half. You watch him bite his bottom lip and his eyes trail your body slowly. Your eyes widen when his hands reach out to hold your waist, you let out a soft gasp in response.

You grip his shoulders tightly once again and grind down into his lap, feeling your already half hard cock thicken as blood rushes south. When your cock presses against his, even through your jeans, it feels as if warm honey is dripping down your spine, collecting and pooling in your belly. You watch as Aziraphales mouth drops open, eyebrows scrunching. His eyes are watching you, lustfully when you press down even harder. His head tilts backwards against the cushion and he groans from the contact.

“Oh!, oh, oh dear, that feels so good, I positively need to have you. Please my love, you’re so pretty, I love you so much,” Aziraphale begs, gasping on an inhale as his head comes back up to see your face again, moaning lowly when you grind your cock against his again.

“Fuck, yes. More than yes, I want you to make love to me so terribly bad, please,” you cry out, feeling your dick twitching in your jeans and pressing against your zipper. You bite your lip and move back and forth slowly in his lap, savoring the feel of his cock. You lean in and brush your soft lips over his neck, trailing sweet kisses up to his jaw and then up to his ear before you whisper against it.

“I love you, please, take me now Angel. I need you,” you say, voice edging on a whine. His fingers tighten brutally around your hips, as he moans from somewhere deep in his chest. He stares at you when you lean back in his lap, his eyes half lidded.

“Will you get naked for me my love?”, he asks, voice low and husky, smooth like butter. You feel a shiver vibrate through you, nodding quickly you stand up off the couch. You waste no time shedding your clothes until you’re in your briefs only, dick straining against your underwear. Aziraphales eyes roam up and down your body slowly, biting his bottom lip as he does. You fidget in place under his gaze and watch as the Angel pulls his cardigan off by the sleeves, tossing it aside as he reaches for the edge of the soft tee he was wearing. He pulls it up and off his head. It quickly finds its place on the floor. Your mouth goes dry as you finally see Aziraphale without a shirt on. Gods, he’s so pretty and so pale, squishy in all the right places. You notice his nipples are a soft pink color. Your cock throbs again.

“Sit down for me love,” he commands softly, raising up from the couch so you can take his place. You waste no time and sit down on the couch, letting your legs fall open so he can fit in between. He steps between them and you almost sob with joy as the Angel falls to his knees between yours, sitting on his calves, the action so seductive you feel like you could cum in your underwear. You palm your cock through your briefs, quickly squeezing your shaft and sigh at the brief relief and pleasure that sings through you. You know your cheeks are red as you focus on the Angel. You watch his hands as they come up and hook into your waistband, tugging gently, asking permission. Nodding eagerly, you remove your hand from your dick.

You lift your hips off the couch and he tugs them down urgently, slipping them off your legs. Your thighs fall open again and he runs his soft hands up the sensitive skin of your legs, pressing his thumbs into the creases between your cock and your thighs. It makes you jolt, cock bobbing up and smacking against your lower belly. You cry out, fingers digging into the couch cushion fiercely.

“Aziraphlale!” you whine. “Don’t tease me, I’ve been waiting for way too long for this.” Aziraphales lips tug into a cheeky smile, soft laugh ghosting over the flushed skin of your dick as he leans closer, gripping your inner thighs and pressing them apart even further.

“Darling, I’ve been waiting to get a taste of you for just as long.” Tongue flicking out to lick long, wet stripes from your balls all the way to your tip. You don’t have words to describe the electric like feeling that shoots down your spine. Your whole body erupts into goosebumps as he wraps his sweet lips around the tip of your cock. He sucks gently and your back arches so hard you think it might break. Your nails start feel like they’ll rip through the fabric of the couch.

“Fuck, oh fuck, that’s so good Angel,” you whine, as the wet, silky warmth of his mouth slides up and down your cock. Aziraphale hums around your cock, spit dripping down your shaft, cooling on your balls. His moan sends vibrations through your groin and a wail gets stuck in your throat, coming out as whine. The Angel swirls his tongue around your tip, running his tongue over your slit and bobs his head steadily. His fingers let go over your thighs and he smoothes his hands upwards to grab hold of your hips.

You feel close to you losing your mind, fingers tangling through his white curls harshly, as he sucks the life out of you through your cock. You don’t press on his head, just letting your hands flow with his movement. You melt into the back of the couch as you sink into the sensation of having your cock sucked on for the first time. You keep your eyes open, tilting your head downwards to watch your cock disappear into his pretty mouth again and again. Your belly twists warmly at the sight, making you throb against his tongue. Aziraphale makes eye contact with you and you whimper. He pushes your cock past the back of his mouth and into his throat, keeping you there. He doesn’t even gag.

“Oh my god,” you sob, feeling wrecked as your arch into his throat, fingers tightening in his hair. He sucks harshly as he brings his mouth back up, pulling off your cock with a lewd popping sound. You slump back onto the couch, whining at the loss of his pretty mouth. You notice his lips are even redder as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. You definitely don’t make a pathetic sound at that either.

“I know love, I bet you feel so good, getting your pretty cock sucked like that, I’m desperate to keep going though, is that okay my dear?” he asks, voice almost a a purr.

“Yes, please,” you groan, letting go of the Angels hair. He smiles sweetly and takes the moment to snake his hands under your thighs, making you squeak as he yanks you forward until your arse is close to hanging off the edge. He places your right leg up over his shoulder. You bring your left leg up to place your foot on the couch, leg bent at the knee. You feel your thighs flex in anticipation as you watch Aziraphale bring a conveniently lubed up finger to your arse. Butterflies fill your stomach and your eyes widen as you feel his finger circling your hole, massaging it gently.

“Is-is it gonna hurt?” you ask curiously, looking at his face. Aziraphales finger barely dips into your hole, making you gasp and he pauses. Gaze flickering up to look at your face, studying you. Your cheeks burn.

“Have you ever done this before love?” he asks gently, tilting his head slightly as he slips his finger in further, past your rim and to the last knuckle. Your head falls back onto the cushion, teeth clenching at the unfamiliar burn. You squeeze your hands into fists and you shake your head no, flushing even more with embarrassment. You bring your head back up slowly and make eye contact with the Angel. He starts to pump his finger and he’s watching you so intensely you squirm, skin tingling as the burn subsides. The sensation so new and overwhelming, you aren’t sure you’ll be able to take his cock.

“My dear, are you saying I’ll be the first one to make love to you?” Slowly sliding his finger back as he adds a second, pushing both of them in steadily all the way, slipping past any resistance easily. You let out a surprised noise and you push your arse down into the movement of his fingers, the stretch on your rim feeling like a dull throb.

“Yes! You’re the first one, fuck,” you curse. Aziraphale lets out an excited noise and leans forward to suck a bite into your chest, teeth nipping at your skin as his thick fingers stretch your arse. You feel a sharp pinch as he sucks the skin into his mouth, breaking the blood vessels, before soothing it over with his tongue. You moan his name sweetly and it makes the Angels dick twitch where it’s trapped in his pants.

“I can’t believe I get to be the first one inside of you my love,” Aziraphale giggles, nuzzling against the skin of your chest, moving to the left to swipe his tongue over your nipple once before leaning back, never stopping the rhythm of his fingers. You feel like you’re drowning in the sensation of his slick fingers dragging against your walls, fucking you open.

“Aziraphale, oh gods, just- I need you, please?” you ask, wanting to feel the Angels cock stretching you instead.

“Yes, yes of course my love, do you feel like you’re prepped enough?” he asks gently, looking into your eyes. You nod, bringing up a hand to brush your fingers over his chest. He bites his lower lip and you feel the Angels fingers slowly pull out, the strange sensation making you wince.

“It’s okay my love, I’m here, I won’t let it hurt okay? Let’s move on, I need to be inside of you just as badly,” he coos, letting your leg fall from his shoulder, you prop it up on the couch. It mirrors your other leg, both bent at the knee, feet braced up on the couch. You’re spread open wide like this, but you’re not embarrassed to be exposed to him. Your cock lays against your belly, flushed, unbearably hard and you can feel the the precum leaking from your slit, leaving sticky marks on your lower abdomen. Aziraphale watches your movements as he raises up from sitting on his calves to his knees so he’s lined up better with your arse.

“Can I see your cock now?” you ask casually, watching his hands move down to the button of his pants. He laughs softly, amused and his eyes track over your face.

“Of course my dear, I know you’ve been just gagging to see it. I bet you’ve thought about how it looks, and about how it feels. Haven’t you?” he teases, voice a bit condescending. You blush, embarrassed, because yes you’ve thought about how it looks and imagined how it would feel inside of you. Your pouting facial expression is enough of an answer for him and he bites his bottom lip, grinning.

You ignore his smug face and reach a hand out to run down his chest again, wanting to feel his, soft, pale skin under your palm. You scratch his skin lightly with your nails on the way down and it makes the Angel whine, his hands pausing on the buttons of his pants. You smile a bit smugly and he raises an eyebrow at you, hands moving, unbuttoning his pants and undoing his zipper. He yanks his pants down along with his briefs to the middle of his thighs. Your hand falls from his chest and your eyes open wide watching his thick, pink cock spring free, bobbing a little bit.

“Oh, oh shit, is that gonna fit?” you ask, voice incredulous and maybe a bit nervous.

“It will my love, I’m gonna make it fit,” he replies, ego definitely inflated at your comment. You hum anxiously in response and decide to wrap your fingers around the middle of his shaft, feeling the silky, warm skin. You’re in awe of how he fits in your palm, and you give him a squeeze. That pulls a delicious moan from the Angels throat and your blood ignites once again, pushing away your nerves.

“Okay, okay, that’s enough, c’mon Angel, make love to me,” you whine, looking into his eyes and you let go of his cock. He looks like he’s about to protest but he takes a deep breath and nods. He grips the base of his cock and scoots closer, rubbing the tip back and forth over your hole, teasing. You start to wiggle your hips, impatiently and then he grips your wrist with his free hand. He brings it to your cock and wraps your fingers around your shaft before letting go. You look at him questioningly.

“It’s your first time dear, it’ll make it less uncomfortable if you touch yourself at the same time,” he explains tenderly. Your heart flutters, warmth expanding in your chest at the fact the Angels making sure this will feel as pleasurable as possible. You smile lovingly at him as you squeeze the base of your cock. Your eyes flutter shut, pleasure tingling through your limbs. The blunt tip of Aziraphales cock presses against your hole and your eyes fly back open, legs tensing slightly, as you grip your cock tightly.

“Aziraphale,” you whine, feeling a bit panicked as your feel your arse start to stretch.

“Shh, it’s okay love, relax for me okay? You’ve gotta relax baby,” he soothes, feeling his cock press in just a bit more. He runs a hand over your inner thigh, in a comforting way. You nod your head, licking your own palm and starting to pump your cock slowly. The pleasure starts to make your lower half relax as it takes your focus off of the pain. Just like that you feel the tip of his cock pop in past your rim, he accidentally slides in a couple more inches before he stops, releasing the base of his cock and gripping roughly to the undersides of your knees, trying to keep still. You hear him moan lowly through his teeth. The pulses of stinging pain from the stretch rocks your whole body and you grit your teeth.

“Angel, ah, ah, it hurts,” you whine, continuing to jerk your cock, taking away some of the pain. Your free hand rests on the couch.

“Oh love, I know, I know, I promise it’ll feel good soon, do you want me to keep going?” Nails digging into your skin, still holding underneath your knees. You know he’s struggling to stay still, but you trust him, so you nod.

“Keep going please, I can do it,” you say, voice determined. Aziraphale leans forward, pressing his forehead against yours.

“I promise I’ll make you feel so good my dear,” he groans, voice strained as he pants, pressing forward, cock filling you all the way until his balls are pressed against your skin. You whimper and nod in response. You can feel him shaking a little bit and the skin of his belly brushes your knuckles as you move your hand. You cry out as you’re stretched to the max, you arse throbbing painfully as Aziraphale pulls his hips back, dick halfway out before pushing in slowly. Aziraphale leans back to straighten up, he presses on the part of your thighs he’s holding, pushing your thighs back towards you as he starts to thrust steadily. Your feet come off the couch where they were perched.

“Ah, ah, ah! Aziraphale!” you wail, fingers leaving your cock and both hands going to grip the cushions. You hold on, feeling like your nails are gonna rip through the fabric as the Angel tilts his hips upwards slightly and starts to continuously brush over a spot inside of you that makes lightening shoot up your spine, a spot that makes you forget you were ever in pain at all. The entirety of the throbbing ache gone as it melts into burning pleasure and you ask yourself why the hell you didn’t do this sooner. You look up to make eye contact with Aziraphale, jaw dropping open, eyebrows scrunching. His gaze is intense as he leans his weight further onto your thighs and subsequently into his thrusts. He’s letting out little moans as you choke out ah, ah, over and over again. You let your head fall back against the couch.

“Oh that’s it isn’t it love? Am I making your pretty arse feel so good? I promised I would,” he says, breathlessly as his hips slam into yours repeatedly, skin smacking together wetly.

“Yes! I-oh fuck, ah, ah, it’s so fucking good,” you lightly sob, starting to feel a strange sensation in your lower belly, like something’s winding up tightly. Your back starts to ache from being folded and you feel a throbbing start up in your cock. You watch it twitch on your belly and your hole starts to flutter. You look into Aziraphales eyes again, feeling flushed and slightly nervous. You watch the Angel struggle to keep his eyes open, feeling your arse clench around him and he notices the way your dick twitches repeatedly.

“Love, you’re about to cum,” he says incredulously, surprised and excited you’re going to cum untouched. Your eyes sparkle in realization. “Just lean into the feeling okay? Let it happen, I’ve got you.” Hips picking up a quicker pace as he thrusts in long and hard movements. You nod, hands coming up to grip the Angels arms for support. Aziraphale thrusts into you a few more times and you feel your orgasm build to a breaking point, knot releasing and your cock kicks hard, warm, sticky release shooting out onto your chest as your mouth opens letting out a howl of pleasure.

“Aziraphaallee!” you wail again, panting hotly as the Angel fucks you through your orgasm.

“Yes, oh yes, good boy, that’s it, cum for me darling. Ah hah, I’m going to cum, you’re so tight,” he rambles, words spilling from his mouth. You nod quickly, starting to come down from the blinding high of your own orgasm, legs shaky as you wrestle them free from his grip, he lets them go, taking a hold of your hips instead. You wrap your legs around his waist, and your arms around his neck. Your chests press together and you notice you’ve both started to sweat. Aziraphale presses even closer and nuzzles his face into your neck, breath warming your skin.

“Please, cum for me, I love you,” you whisper, hanging on to him, trying to push the feelings of overstimulation away. He thrusts in short, choppy movements a handful of times, feeling the way your slick, warm arse sucks his cock in over and over before he’s pressing all the way in, pleasure bubbling and melting its way through his limbs. He presses his mouth to your neck and whines loudly into your skin, vibrating through your throat as he fills you with sticky release. He relaxes his weight against your body and you melt back into the couch. You both catch your breath for a moment before you let your legs flop from his waist, feet landing on floor.

“How are you feeling love?” Aziraphale asks, pulling away from your neck. The skin of his chest sticking to yours as he pulls away. Your release now on both your chests.

“I’m, I don’t even know how to explain how good I feel Angel,” you laugh, only groaning a bit as he pulls his softening cock from you. You sit up on the couch, feeling a flashing sting of pain in your lower back. “Oh shit,” you say, hand bracing your back as you crack your spine, stretching the muscles.

“I think my knees are permanently welded to the floor,” Aziraphale groans, placing one hand on the couch cushion and one on the coffee table as he pushes himself up on shaky legs. His knees creak and pop as he stands. Aziraphale snaps his fingers absently, cleaning the mess they’ve made. You laugh at the sound of his knees popping.

“You okay there?” Standing up from the couch, you tease him and stretch your legs out. He glares playfully.

“You’re one to speak dear, I heard the way your back was cracking,” he jokes, tucking his cock away and buttoning his pants back up. He was still shirtless and you admired his bare chest, ignoring his jab.

“Hmm, touché,” you tease, seeing him reach for the shirt he discarded earlier, pulling it on over his head. You realize you’re still naked and you blush a little bit, hands moving to cover your cock. You shift your weight awkwardly, really not wanting to put jeans back on.

“Hey, uh, do you have any pajama pants I could borrow? I don’t really want to sleep in jeans,” you say shyly, looking away from him.

“Oh? You’re staying the night now?”He teases, obviously messing with you. Either way you feel embarrassment rushing through you. Your face must have looked mortified because the Angel quickly speaks again, waving his hands animatedly. “I’m just joking darling! Of course I want you to stay the night, here I’ll give you something to sleep in,” he says, snapping his fingers and a pair of soft plaid pajama pants appear in his hands. He holds them to you in outstretched hands, nodding happily at them. You narrow your eyes and snatch them out of his hands, slipping them on.

“You giant arse, you scared me for a second,” you grumble, also pulling on the soft long sleeve you had on earlier. Aziraphale laughs.

“ I know! I know, I’m sorry dear,” he says, stepping closer, small smile on his lips as he takes both of your hands in his. You lace your fingers together, feeling you’re so full of love you could burst at the seams. You smile in return.

“Fine I’ll forgive you this time, as long as you let me choose the next movie we watch,” you reply.

“That’s perfectly reasonable my dear.” Tugging on your hands so you both sit down on the couch again, he then lets go so he can pull one blanket up over both your laps. You feel satisfied and warm, like a cat who lays in the sunshine and a thought pops into your head.

“Promise me one thing Angel,” you say, pretending to sound serious as you turn your head to look at him.

“Of course, what is it love?” Aziraphale says, looking mildly concerned when he sees your serious expression. You break into a grin.

“I get to be the one to tell Crowley, he’s going to lose it when he finds out,” you laugh, moving to pick up the remote that had gotten flung to the floor earlier. You hear Aziraphales laugh ring out loudly.

“Yes yes, fine dear, you can be the one to tell the old boy,” he says, smiling brightly. You both lean back against the couch, snuggling together as you choose the next movie to watch. You feel happier now than you have in the last several thousand years. Thank gods Crowley had the idea for a suggestion box.

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Thinking Of You

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Adam Fantilli x Latina!Reader

Synop: y/n and Adam are "casual" friends with a hint of hatred that turns to something real when their mutual friend forces them to share a bed.

a/n: enemies to lovers 😏 one bed trope let's pretend Adam went to a public high school & disregard the location inaccuracies.

cw: cussing

It was natural instinct for you to be rude to the male species, especially if they looked like Adam Fantilli. In middle school you met your best friend but along with y/f/n, Adam trailed along, and never seemed to leave.

You never became friends, you wouldn't even consider mutual friends, but he was always there and his existence was annoying in itself.

In high school, every time you searched for your friend he would always be around the corner; bugging you, “hey raccoon eyes, didn't get any sleep last night or what?"

"Adam get out of my face." you scoffed.

"Couldn't sleep because you were thinking of me huh?" he nudged your shoulder.

This was freshman Adam, his teasing got worse over the years but lessened senior year as he focused on hockey.

Prom weekend was awful to say the least, you couldn't find the dress, and your date canceled the night before. You would have gone with y/f/n but she already had a date. Your friend group, including Adam, were taking photos outside the venue and Adam couldn't help to tease,

"What happened with James? Wasn't he supposed to take you out?"

You huffed as you knew he was going to make fun of you "He canceled on me. Go ahead laugh." The second you found out James would be ditching you, you could already hear Adam's nagging voice.

"Damn that's a low blow. You could always do better anyways." he said with genuine.

You side eyed him, hard. "Thanks, I guess."

The rest of the night was lame. All of your friends were dancing with their dates and you were guarding the girl's purses at the table. That was before Adam plopped on the chair next to you.

"Do you wanna dance?" For knowing Adam most of your life you knew he had to joking.

"Nice try Fantilli." you crossed your arms in annoyance.

"I'm being dead serious."

You gave him a disbelieving look and then he said, "C'mon just one song."

He dragged you to the dance floor and as if it were from a movie scene, the upbeat song changed to a slow one just in time.

"Why are you doing this? You're just going to use this against me in the future." you complained

"You know I'm not a monster right?" he softly guided your arms around the back of his neck.

"I'm still questioning." you shivered as he snaked his hands around your waist.

"Just relax." your head naturally fell on his shoulder.

"I mean the sight of you sitting alone at prom was pretty depressing." he jokes like always

"Okay that's it." you pushed his torso away before he reeled you back in.

"I'm kidding. Every girl should have at least one dance at prom." You stared at each other before you place your head on his shoulder again, "Thanks." you whispered.

Prom night wasn't that bad thereafter.

+++

The last time you saw Adam was graduation and the celebratory parties after. Neither of you discussed prom night, not in a teasing manner or a reminiscent matter either.

Your friend influenced you to follow her to umich because her boyfriend at the time was also going there. They didn't last long, but for the start of the year you had each other. It so happens Adam was also attending umich.

"You know Adam plays hockey here right" your friend asks as you've been trying to do homework in the library.

"I'm aware."

"We should go to a home game."

"Of what?" you were concentrated reading an article for class.

"Of hockey obviously."

"Why would we do that?" your eyes still glued to your laptop.

"To support Adam."

You eyes snapped to your friend.

"And his brother, Luca plays here too." she said as if that were the problem.

"Why would I go see a hockey game, especially if Adam is in it."

"You say that as if you despise his existence."

"Well you're not that far from the truth!"

"You know that's a lie. Adam has always been a friend to us, we essentially grew up together."

"Adam made fun of me all through high school and when I went through puberty." you stated flatly.

"That was Adam being Adam. Plus, he turned your prom night around didn't he?"

"He did." you couldn't ridicule him for that night.

"Then things have changed since then. Let's go the next home game and just see him play. He probably won't see us anyway."

You sighed, "Fine."

You wore your navy umich beanie for school spirit. When you thought of the last time you talked or even saw Adam it had been months. You didn't want to admit it but the thought of seeing him again made you nervous.

You and your friend walked into the arena with linked arms and found your seats in the surprisingly crowed space.

"Do you even know the general rules of hockey?" you asked your friend

"Nope, but a girl can learn!" she said with a hopeful smile.

Soon enough, you would see number 19 on the ice and it was weird seeing him in this setting. Watching him play and he had no idea you were in the stands following his strides.

You and were friend followed the game along, cheering with the crowd and booing with the crowd. The game you so happened to go to was the same game Adam made a goal. You and your friend were stoked, jumping up and down and screaming. You guys won that game. It was exhilarating, especially since you saw Adam make a live goal.

"Okay I will give it to him, that was pretty cool." you rarely complimented him but he deserved it.

"Let's tell him in person! Let's see if we can find him." your friend offered

"Uh no. I didn't agree to that." you quickly declined

"Oh c'mon it will be quick."

You don't know how but y/f/n easily found her way around the backstage of the arena and could sneakily find the back exit. You two waited by the exit waiting for Adam to come out.

"Someone is going to find us and get kick us out." you whispered at your friend.

"Don't look suspicious and we won't."

"As if it's that easy. A security guard is gonna come by and think we're stalkers or something."

"Shush someone is coming." your friend whispered

The two of you could hear footsteps coming around a corner and it was another player, a tall one too. He stopped in his tracks when he saw the two of you awkwardly standing by the door.

"Uh who are you?" he asks

You gave a look to your friend to do the talking, "I'm y/f/n and this is y/n, were friends of Adam and were waiting to congratulate him."

"Wait, you're y/n?" he pointed to you and you nodded.

"The guy never stops talking about you, he should be coming out right now."

Your friend had a huge smile on her face, you on the hand looked dumbfounded. Why the hell would Adam talk about you after not seeing each other for months? You wondered if he was talking shit.

After a few second the tall athlete turns to the hallway, "Hey Adam you have some visitors." he says with a smirk.

Adam turns the corner with a smile, he always has that dumb smile on his face. When his eyes landed on yours his smile impossibly got brighter and to your surprise he ran up to you and bear hugged you.

You grunted when his body impacted you, he pulled away and stepped back admiring the fact that you were standing right in front of him, but also trying to gather his composure.

"Hi" you said with a questioning tone after he hugged you for the first time ever.

"Hi" he said brightly but not as bright before

"Hi y/f/n." he turned to your friend

"Hi Adam" she had a sly smile on face the whole time seeing the scene unfold.

"What are you doing here?" he mainly asked you before your friend could respond

"We thought of seeing you play and supporting you."

"Yeah congrats on the goal." you said with a very small smile.

"You saw my goal?" he asked very enthusiastically

"Yep, it was kind of an empty net but a goal nonetheless." you tried to downplay his work but he saw right through you.

"Yet you came out and saw me play." he had a smirk on his face

"Don't think too highly of yourself Fantilli, it was y/f/n's idea, not mine."

"Still." he whispered between the two of you.

"I'm just going to squeeze past through, I'll see you later." the tall athlete said to Adam before leaving.

"Yeah we should go to y/n, it's getting late and all." your friend tried to end the night as if it were just starting

"Sure" you agreed quickly

"Wait, we should hang out soon. You know like the old days." Adam offered

"Sure Adam, we have your number. Goodnight and congrats again." your friend said as she dragged you through the exit before Adam could get another word in.

+++

"Oh my god, you two are so cute." she said as you walked to the parking lot.

"Please stop with this me and Fantilli narrative, it's never going to happen."

"How can I? Every time you two are together it plays right before my eyes." she says so dramatically

"Adam and I are the bane of each other's existence. The guy doesn't and could never see me in any romantic way. And trust me neither could I." you stated

"You are a foolish girl." your friend whispered to herself. She was going to make this ship happen and prove you wrong.

+++

A few months had passed by and y/f/n's plan was going to be in action very soon.

"So I was thinking the whole gang should come together at my parent's vacation house for the weekend." y/f/n said, "What do you think?"

"Don't these plans usually happen during Spring break?" you asked in a literal sense like you always do.

"Yeah I guess but right before the holidays would be fun too."

"Yeah it does sound fun, we just have to pick a date where everyone is free."

"I already did, everyone is ready and excited." she said calmly.

"Ok...so what weekend is it?" you were shocked that you were the last one to know about these major plans.

"Next weekend, so do your laundry and pack accordingly." she said with a smile on her face

"Okay." you laugh as you think of having a huge sleepover with your friends again

You and y/f/n had gotten the house a few hours before the rest would come to pack the fridge with food and necessities.

"So who is exactly coming?" you asked

"Uh just our regular high school group."

"That's four people, six plus you and me. Cool you and me can have our own room if you want." you said

"Yeah but, I kind of invited my ex." she said slowly

"Now why would you do that y/f/n?" you asked in disappointment

"He called me recently and he wanted to talk again so I said yes." she said with a nervous smile on her face

"You already know how I feel about him so I'm not going to bother. Does this mean I will have my own room?" you pondered as you put a gallon a milk into the fridge.

"Actually, I invited Adam too."

You slowly turned to your friend and she still had that nervous smile on her face. You didn't know what to say, you knew she did this on purpose, you were left speechless.

"Before you get mad, this might finally bring you two together."

"Let me stop you there." you faced your palm to her, "No way in hell am I sharing a bed with Adam Fantilli."

"But-" she started before you waved your hand to shut her up.

A few hours later, everyone had showed up, even Adam to your demise. The first hour was spent catching up and settling in. Then after dinner y'all played board games and watched a movie. It was the end of the first night and it had been fun but the sleeping arrangements were nagging at you.

"So Adam, you and y/n are left to share a room." y/f/n said with hope in her eyes

"We're not sharing a room." you quickly added.

"y/n/n, it's either sleeping on the cold leather couch or in a comfy room." she demanded

You avoided Adam's gaze the whole night and you couldn't stare at him in this moment, he was probably holding in his laugh.

"Oh c'mon it's only a weekend. I just hope you don't snore too loud." he joked

"y/f/n." you whined as if she was your mother and Adam was a bothersome child, he surely acted like it.

"Adam, I trust you will be nice to y/n/n just this once. Y/n/n you too. Your room is down this way. Goodnight." she quickly said before speed walking to her room.

You heavily sigh and look back at Adam. He still has that stupid smile.

"You are too close." you said in the dark tucked under the covers

"Nuh uh, you're the one hogging up all the space."

"You are literally laying down like a fucking star fish. Move over." you pushed him in the torso making him flinch and laugh

"That tickled." He finally curled up like a baby but facing you, clearly flaring his nostrils at your face

"Stop that." You turned facing your back to him.

He followed by turning away to almost falling off the side of the bed. The both of you laid in silence not trying to fall asleep but Adam could feel you shaking.

“Are you cold?” He asked in the dark

“Are you not? It’s freezing in this house.” You shivered under the blankets

“We could cuddle to stay warm” you couldn’t see his face but you knew he had a smirk.

You were tired of being a victim to his games so you played along.

“Okay” you said and moved over to hug his side.

Mr. Confident wasn’t so cocky now, in fact as soon you touched him he froze.

“C’mon Fantilli be a man of your word.” You whispered into his bicep. You hear him gulp and the shakiness in his breath. He maneuvered so he could hold you properly and neither of you were cold anymore.

When you woke up Adam’s leg was draped over your hip and his arm over your waist. When you gained consciousness to realize the sight you started to freak out.

Without any hesitation you tried to sit up to get away from his touch but he just pulled you back in.

“Adam let go.”

“It’s still cold.” He snuggled into your hair and you found yourself rethinking everything. Was this like prom? Just a convenience for the both of you?

He repositioned the blanket over you two neatly and pulled you closer if possible. Your eyes widened at his behavior, wondering if this was a dream.

“Adam?”

“Hm?” You were wondering if he was even awake enough to realize what he was doing.

“What are you doing?”

“Keeping you warm.”

“I’m warm now.”

“Thanks to me. Now shush and go back to sleep.”

It was still dark outside and you were still tired so you fell back to sleep.

This time Adam was up before you. Still cuddling your figure but admiring you sleeping face. He thought you felt his gaze because soon you started to wake up. When your eyes met his, you turned around and he just laughed.

“You snore, very loudly.” He said like his usual self.

“I do not snore.” You said defensively but still sleepily

You did snore, very rarely, but it was soft snoring not loud at all but he found it adorable.

He started to trace shapes on your back, sending shivers down your spine

“I thought you hated me.” You said in hopes of trying to grasp this morning’s actions

“I never hated you.”

“Then why do you always tease me and make fun of me?”

“That’s my dumb way of showing affection I guess.”

“Showing affection?”

“Yeah, like cuddling you to sleep.” His hand found your waist again ready to pull back into him

“This is not fair.” Your hand stopped his

“You can’t just treat me like trash my entire life and then butter me up in one night.” You had turned around to face him

“I’m sorry. Getting a reaction out of you was my way of flirting and I know it wasn’t right. Can we start over?” His hand found yours

“I think we already did last night.” you admitted.

“I think you forgave me the second you touched me first.” He really couldn’t give up his teasing behavior.

“If anything Fantilli, you’re all talk and you should be embarrassed that I had to make the first move.” You softly pointed your finger into his chest

“You’re absolutely right. I’ll be better now, no more teasing. I’ll be a man of word starting right now.” he pledge

“Good.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Wow that was blunt.” You giggled at his forwardness

“I want to prove to you that I’m a man of my word starting as soon as possible. So can I?” His hands had already pulled you closer

“You may.”

a/n: this feels like I could have made it as a whole fanfic lmao but no!

#nhl imagine #adam fantilli imagine #adam fantilli x reader #latina!reader #jells🪼imagines

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Das Badehaus

“Welcome back, my friend,” Papa said, greeting another customer in his deep, booming voice. He smiled wide at the man who had entered, appearing genuinely pleased to see him again. Alphonse, who was one of the few men in the house unable to earn enough to be in Papa’s good graces, cleaned the floorboards near his employer’s feet. He looked up to see what he considered to be an abnormal expression on Papa’s face. When not in front of patrons, Papa was a domineering tyrant.

“Hello Deidrick,” the man, a coal miner, replied.

“Would you like a bath? Or are you here to see one of my sons?” Alphonse rolled his eyes every time Papa referred to the men who worked in the bathhouse as his sons. No real father would sell his children to horny men day after day, happily hoarding the earnings and keeping his offspring in servitude. Alphonse continued scrubbing, his arms somewhat sore. He’d been at it for nearly an hour. There was soot everywhere. The late-night rush had brought the men who worked the second shift in the mines.

The coal miners always had soot and other debris on their boots and uniforms. Alphonse detested these men not only for the messes they left behind, but also for the ill-mannered dispositions they possessed. Al thought there was no worse customer than a miner; they were loud and aggressive, hitting the workers when the mood struck them. He hoped that when he was put on the market, he would catch the eye of a higher caliber of customer, like a baron or businessman.

He scrubbed at the floorboards more vigorously, wanting to be finished for the evening. Papa wouldn’t allow him to go to bed unless all of his chores were completed. He’d already mended Papa’s socks, done the washing, and helped prepare supper. He looked up at Papa again, who continued to entertain the grimy miner standing in the foyer. Papa had short, salt-and-pepper colored hair. It looked dignified, which was funny considering the fact that he ran a male brothel. He also had a mustache that was neatly trimmed and thick. His eyebrows were unkempt and always furrowed in disdain, even when he was smiling. Papa wasn’t an exceptionally tall man, standing quite a few inches below six feet.

Papa made up for his shortcomings with a solid, beefy body. He used his size to keep his sons in line. He’d had to strike Alphonse on more than a few occasions; the young man mouthed off quite often, a habit that still hadn’t been broken in the three years he’d been in Papa’s care. His russet-brown skin thankfully didn’t bruise too easily, and Papa made sure to administer punishment in areas unseen. The blows didn’t really hurt Alphonse anymore; nothing really seemed to hurt him anymore.

“I think you’ll find what you’re looking for in room six,” Papa said, before turning and pulling a cord that would ring a small bell letting the son on duty in that room know a customer was on his way.

“Much appreciated.” The man walked off towards the staircase that would lead him to his happy ending, leaving a trail of sooty footprints behind. Alphonse looked despondently at the new mess he’d have to clean. For another half hour he continued his work in the foyer.

A customer entered. From the look of his shoes, he was no coal miner.

“I take it you are here to see Dorian,” Papa said to Mr. Pfeiffer, a prominent lawyer in the city. He was always at the bathhouse to see Dorian, the best earner in the entire house. Dorian was incredibly handsome. He had wavy brown hair and blue eyes. His body was long and lean, his skin smooth.

“Yes,” Mr. Pfeiffer replied stiffly. “I’ll see myself to his quarters.” The unsmiling barrister left Papa and Alphonse in the foyer. He had a standing appointment with Dorian every Wednesday evening. Papa just laughed to himself, turning to pull the cord that would alert Dorian of his visitor, knowing this appointment was just padding his already hefty pockets.

Dorian was exceptional at what he did. He knew how to entice his clients, to make them feel special and catered to. He used his sensual wiles to ensure his suitors returned time and time again. However, just like Papa, Dorian’s courteous façade did not extend to his contemporaries in the bathhouse. He looked down on the other men because of his status as the highest earner. He was Papa’s crown jewel, and it was implicitly understood no one should cross him.

Alphonse knew he did the same things as the other men, taking and giving cock, but he’d heard Dorian actually enjoyed the work. Alphonse wanted to ask him about it, hoping to learn more for when he needed to service a customer, but Dorian just laughed and told him that he couldn’t reveal his secrets.

The debt Dorian’s family owed to Papa had been paid off nearly nine months prior, but he was still working in the bathhouse. Al couldn’t believe it. People wanted to leave the bathhouse more than anything. None of the men had come to work at the bathhouse because they wanted to.

Papa would give money to poor families, warning them of what would happen if the debt went unpaid; they were to provide a son to work off the remaining balance in the bathhouse. Alphonse speculated that Papa spent his Sunday mornings combing through the obituaries in the newspaper, searching for easy targets.

Alphonse’s mother, a widow, fell prey to Papa’s methods, needing money to feed her son and two young daughters. The mustached manipulator had shown up on the doorstep of Al’s family five days after his father had died in the mines, a wad of bills in his hand and a sly smile on his face. They couldn’t pay what they owed, so over three years later, Alphonse was still in the bathhouse. Once Alphonse started working as an official son, he would still be two years away from his freedom.

Many of the young men in the house never spoke positively of their experiences in the private rooms. Some told Al it was painful and vile. Some said their bodies reacted even though they didn’t want them to. Some even cried at night.

Alphonse sometimes cried as well—for he felt he might enjoy the rough-edged touch of a man. There was no chance at an easy life if he was truly homosexual. When Alphonse considered how looking at men made him feel, he understood he was likely the same as Dorian. He’d observe the various men that frequented the bathhouse, finding a great deal of them attractive. Some were even so handsome, he couldn’t speak when they addressed him. He’d take the mental images of these men with him into a secluded closet or unused room and touch himself, thinking about what it must feel like to be taken by one of them. He’d picture their broad shoulders and thick torsos, but it didn’t stop there. The closer he got to climaxing, he would visualize the bulges in their pants, in both the front and rear. He wanted to grab another man’s ass, another man’s penis, to feel how they differed from his own body.

“I am many things, but I am no child abuser,” Papa had told Alphonse when he first started work in the bathhouse three years ago. “I’m in the business of selling men, not children. You will be cleaning and preparing meals for my sons until you are old enough to make real money.” Alphonse cringed at the memory of those words. He would be nineteen in two weeks’ time. He scrubbed harder, trying to distract himself from his impending debut. There was only fourteen days until he’d be done with housework for good. Only fourteen days until he experienced what he’d only been able to fantasize about.

“Alphonse, go to your room.” Police Chief Claggett had entered. He looked grumpy, almost as crabby as Papa. Al stood up, pushing some stray curls from in front of his face, and walked out of the room towards the staircase. He already knew Papa was giving Chief Claggett a cut of the money they earned so he wouldn’t be arrested. Everyone in town knew that. It was not like people were ignorant of what went on in the bathhouse.

And no, it wasn’t just the fact that Papa was selling sex. The red-light district was perfectly legal, but Papa’s means of acquiring employees was definitely criminal. Extorting these families and threatening to seize everything they owned was not morally or legally sound. Alphonse had been a child when he was taken from his mother. Many of the others started out as servants in the bathhouse until they were old enough to be forced into prostitution.

Chief Claggett knew many men who frequented the bathhouse. Even some of his officers enjoyed rough sex with Papa’s sons. There were certainly those who were homosexual, but a large percentage of customers had wives and children. Their dalliances with these sex workers were opportunities to explore their repressed sexualities without disrupting the status quo.

Alphonse climbed the stairs to his room as Dorian exited his bedroom, face flushed, clothes disheveled. “Looks like Mr. Pfeiffer really gave it to you tonight,” Al said, suppressing a grin.

“Oh, be quiet Alphonse. Burgess had a very stressful day at his firm,” Dorian replied, a coy smile on his lips. “It’s good that you’re here. Go and get us two glasses and a bottle of wine.”

Al wished to say something smart, but he was too exhausted to trade quips. He turned and made his way down the stairs, all the way down to the basement. He grabbed what was asked of him and returned to where Dorian stood waiting.

“Will that be all?” Alphonse asked.

“Yes, young Alphonse, that’ll be all.” He gave one final smirk before returning to the lawyer. Alphonse continued to his own sleeping quarters. He shared a room with Alvin Baum. They called them The Two Al’s. The pair had been there almost the same amount of time. Alvin, however, had started working with the men before Alphonse because he was two years older. Alvin was sprawled out on his mattress, face worn and tired.

“Rough day?” Alphonse asked.

“Every day here is a rough day.” That could not have been a truer statement.

Two weeks came and went faster than Alphonse could have ever imagined. Papa was always more cheerful on days with an auction. These were the days where he made a large sum without having to do much of anything. “Alphonse! Alphonse!” Papa bellowed from his position at the front door. “Where are the wine glasses for this evening?”

Alphonse brought a box of wine glasses to where Papa stood.

“Here they are,” he said in a somewhat sharp tongue.

“Hee-hee ho-ho ha-ha,” Papa hooted, his laugh like an avalanche, taking over everything in the room. “This evening is your first night as a real earner! Nothing can spoil my mood!” Alphonse winced at the reminder. Who would be the man to deflower him? A coal miner? A lawyer? An officer?

“Who has purchased my virginity?” Alphonse asked. Papa laughed again. He was absolutely giddy on these days of transition. All he could see was currency. Alphonse likely looked like a giant gold bar to him.

“You know there will be an auction as there is for any man’s virginity here.” Papa smiled and touched Al’s face tenderly, looking up at the young man. Alphonse was nearly six feet tall, towering over the stout older man. “If it wouldn’t set me back financially, I’d gladly shell out the money to make you mine.” He jerked his head away from Papa’s fingers. Papa laughed again and began to whistle a jaunty tune.

Later that evening the auction began in the large sitting room to the left of the foyer. Oskar and Moritz, two of Papa’s underlings, stood off to the side. They were there to make sure things didn’t go sour. The whole thing frightened Alphonse. Men in the house had described it before, but nothing they spoke of was as unsettling as what he was experiencing. The curtains were drawn, and the room was incredibly dim. Alphonse stood in the center of the room under a small overhead light fixture. The light shining above him made it difficult to make out just how many bidders were present. He could hardly see their faces. He stood naked, covering his manhood with shaky hands.

He’d bathed using expensive soap and washed his long, thick hair. Papa directed him to wear it down and he did as he was told. His shiny, tight coils were nearly to his shoulders. His mane added immensely to his sex appeal, and his beautiful dark hair was a talking point amongst the bidders.

Men yelled out monetary amounts. The numbers climbed higher and higher. Papa told him that he needed to turn around and he complied. His back was now to the group. Someone whistled. The numbers continued to rise.

“What an ass,” someone said loudly.

“And it is untouched!” Papa added, doing his best to make Alphonse enticing to the crowd. “I guarantee it! Turn back around Alphonse!” The young man did as he was told, facing the crowd once more. He wondered how long these auctions tended to last. He wanted nothing more than for the whole ordeal to be over.

Papa continued to encourage the men to bid more. “This virgin boy of nineteen is worth more than that!”

The numbers soared.

“Fifty thousand,” one man said, his voice louder than all the others. That was nearly triple the last amount offered. The voices hushed and everyone looked at the tall, sturdy stranger who had just placed an unmatchable bid on Alphonse’s virginity.

“Fifty thousand, going once!” Nobody said anything. Nobody would. This was the highest bid ever placed on the virginity of one of Papa’s sons. “Twice!” Alphonse did his best to make out the stranger in the crowd. He hadn’t come forward and the others blocked Alphonse’s line of sight. “Sold!” Papa shouted, sheer joy in his voice, nearly foaming at the mouth at the thought of collecting that massive sum of money. That was what Dorian made in seven months.

Alphonse had just become the highest earner.

The crowd parted so that Rudolf Blauvelt could make his way towards where Papa stood. The large man handed him the money in a small briefcase. He looked over at Alphonse, who grinned awkwardly. It slightly tickled Rudolf and made him all the more confident in his purchase. Papa grabbed Alphonse roughly by the wrist and pulled him towards the exit of the sitting room. Alphonse looked back, dragging his feet, trying to get a better look at the man who’d just dropped a small fortune on him.

Papa tightened his grip and pulled Alphonse more aggressively. He led him to a large room towards the rear of the bathhouse. This room was only used for special occasions such as this one.

“You’d better not fuck this up with that mouth of yours,” Papa said, opening the briefcase and taking in the money. Everything seemed to be in order, and after he got the opportunity to count the bills, he’d bring Rudolf Blauvelt to claim what he’d paid for. “You’re to be hospitable, you hear? Offer him refreshments. Make him feel good. If he has any reason to ask for this money back, I’ll kill you.”

Papa left the room and Alphonse stood frozen in the middle of it. Things were happening so suddenly. He didn’t know the auction and the copulation would be occurring in the same evening. He didn’t even know anything about the stranger, but then he realized that was a foolish notion. He had no reason to know anything about this man. He was a whore who’d been paid to perform a service. He was not being courted. Thirty minutes passed before the door to the back room was opened.

The stranger—Mr. Blauvelt—appeared.

Rudolf Blauvelt was an intimidating figure. He looked at Alphonse with a severe expression that caused the smaller man slight distress. Alphonse worried he’d already somehow ruined this transaction. Papa was going to kill him. He would die a virgin. Nobody would bid on him again. They wouldn’t believe he hadn’t been with Mr. Blauvelt.

Alphonse took in the imposing man before him. Rudolf was tall, broad, and serious. He certainly did not dress like a coal miner. He wore an expensive looking blue jacket with a black vest underneath. His pants were gray and tailored expertly to his strong legs. His middle was full, and it was more than obvious that he was wealthy enough to eat properly. He had thick well-groomed sideburns that ended at the same level as his pouty lips.

“Would you care for something to drink?” Alphonse offered as he had been instructed. The stranger shook his head. Al took a small step forward towards the man, trying to initiate what had been paid for. He wanted to get it over with. He wanted to get started paying off his family’s debts so he could return to them. “Well, would you like to begin, sir?” The stranger was silent for a moment.

“My name is Rudolf Blauvelt,” he said finally, removing his jacket. Alphonse did not move any further, unsure of what to do next. Introductions weren’t covered in his briefing. “I purchased your virginity, but I do not plan on claiming my prize just yet.”

“Is there a problem, sir?” Alphonse asked. “I am willing to do whatever it is you’d like. I may lack experience, but I promise to do my best.”

“We should begin getting to know one another,” Rudolf replied. He rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt. He had thick forearms covered in dark hair that moved into powerful arms. His chest sat sturdily above his large, hefty belly. His thighs made Alphonse think of the largest of tree trunks, and he felt that Rudolf’s tailor deserved nothing but praise.

“Why pay fifty thousand marks to converse with a whore? Surely I can do something to satisfy you.” Rudolf strode over to him and grabbed his wrist even more roughly than Papa had. Rudolf turned him around, pressing his clothed crotch into Alphonse’s bare behind. He grabbed Alphonse by the throat, holding it with a slight amount of pressure. Alphonse was above average height, yet Rudolf was taller still. If Papa didn’t kill him, surely his new sponsor would.

Al could feel Rudolf’s sizable penis through the fabric and trembled at the thought that he wasn’t even erect. If he were raped by a man with such a substantial member, he’d be in pain for weeks. Besides Rudolf’s cock, Alphonse could feel the businessman’s firm stomach filling the space above his behind. If the situation weren’t so alarming, Alphonse felt he’d be enjoying himself.

“Is this what you want?” Rudolf asked, breathing heavily. “Do you want it to go this way? Painfully, without love? I could rape you and take what I paid for.”

“No, please,” Alphonse managed to get out. “I’m sorry, truly.” He’d been foolish. What did it matter that Rudolf Blauvelt wished to hold conversation before claiming what he paid for? He had a wonderful man pay for his virginity and in moments he had ruined it.

Alphonse whimpered and Rudolf released him.

“My sincerest apologies,” Rudolf offered, his dark eyes filling with sorrow at his impulsiveness. He felt naïve, believing he could build a relationship with this man. What was he doing spending so much money on a man he’d never even spoken to prior to this evening? He’d thought with his heart and not his head, hoping with persistence they could fall in love with one another. He’d been reading too many women’s novels. “I will make arrangements for you to continue living here without having to sleep with any man but me.”

Alphonse nodded.

“Would that be all right with you?”

“Yes, thank you,” was all Alphonse could muster, trying to stop himself from crying. Rudolf could tell he’d frightened the young man and hastily gathered his belongings in order to vacate the room, embarrassed and fearful that Alphonse would never see him as anything more than a beastly whoremonger. Before he could even close the door behind himself, he’d heard Alphonse burst into tears.

After abruptly leaving his initial session, Rudolf arranged for Alphonse to be his and only his with the owner of the bathhouse, Deidrick Schroeder. He made it explicitly clear that Alphonse was not to be forced to copulate with any others. He left Schroeder with enough money to cover any sessions Alphonse would be missing for the upcoming week before exiting the bathhouse.

Word spread quickly about Alphonse’s auction and the arrangements Rudolf had made. Some wished him great happiness; others gave nothing but rude remarks. They told him Rudolf would expect special sexual favors and that he wanted nothing more than to hurt Alphonse. Thinking about the way things ended at their initial meeting, Alphonse worried that what they said was true. Rudolf had been quite forceful. If he’d wanted to, he could have seriously hurt the smaller man.

Dorian was the most upset. He had lost the one thing that had made him happy, his title as best earner. “You know you’re not special,” he’d said the morning after the auction.

“I did not claim to be,” Alphonse replied. “I’ll never be able to make as much as you after this.”

“I’m glad that you know it.” Dorian walked away, so upset that he didn’t even want to look at Alphonse anymore. This was all that he had to bring him joy in the world. His family wouldn’t have him back after working in the bathhouse for so long. Dorian couldn’t believe it when they’d turned him away. They were the reason he was there. How could they abandon him after he’d done what he had to do to make sure they thrived? He threw himself into his work at the bathhouse. The sex made him feel good about himself, wanted. Making him feel like he had some sort of control over his life.

It took Rudolf five days before he was able to work up the nerve to return to see Alphonse. He still felt terrible about their last encounter. Rudolf had purchased a silk shirt and a box of very expensive chocolates. These small tokens of affection did not harm him financially, but he’d hoped they would show he sincerely regretted how he’d behaved. He was not an old man, at twenty-seven years of age, but a smart businessman. He’d taken the small sum of money he’d inherited after the deaths of his parents and grew it into a sizable fortune in the oil business.

Alphonse was informed of his visitor and sat nervously in the same room from a week earlier; the only difference was that he was fully clothed. Rudolf entered the room a bit nervously. He knew his size and demeanor made most people feel threatened. They were welcome qualities in the boardroom, but not when looking to build personal relationships.

The businessman placed the presents on a table near the door and walked further into the room towards where Alphonse stood. He reached out his hand as he would in the office; his face reddened noticeably as Alphonse shook his hand. He was being much too formal.

“Would you care for something to drink?” Alphonse asked, his voice trembling. He could not afford to mess this up like he had last week. Rudolf nodded. “What would you care for? We have wine, tea, and water.”

“Water would be fine.” Alphonse scurried about getting the beverage prepared. He grabbed a silver pitcher and poured cool water into a large glass, filling it a little more than half way. Rudolf wouldn’t have asked for anything if he’d known it would have caused such an ordeal. Alphonse held the glass of water as still as he could in his shaky hand and walked it over to where Rudolf stood in the middle of the room.

Alphonse lifted the glass, trying to hand it to Rudolf, but he accidentally tilted it forward, causing the smallest amount of water to spill on Rudolf’s jacket. “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph,” he said in a petrified voice. “I—I am sorry.”

Alphonse could only think about the rough way he was reprimanded last time. Papa would’ve launched into a tirade about poise and composure.

“It’s only water,” Rudolf said with a gentle smile. “It’s fine, really.”

Rudolf took the glass from Alphonse, their hands touching for a moment. He drank what remained in the glass, offering a satisfied ahh when he was finished.

“Thank you for your kindness, sir.”

“I wanted to give you something,” Rudolf said, trying his best to sound pleasant. He walked over to the small table near the door where he’d placed two gift-wrapped boxes. He first handed Alphonse the parcel with the shirt.

With unsure hands Alphonse took the box from Rudolf. He’d heard of people receiving tokens from patrons, but they’d put in the work to receive those gifts. He couldn’t fathom why Rudolf would be so kind. He’d mentioned before wanting to get to know one another, but Alphonse never considered he was being serious.

Alphonse carefully removed the fancy paper, wanting to hold onto it as a keepsake. He opened the box and took in a shirt made of extravagant emerald green fabric. His mouth fell open in surprise. This was the most luxurious thing he’d ever received. He looked up at Rudolf, unsure of whether or not this gift was truly meant for him.

“Won’t you try it on?” Rudolf asked.

Alphonse unbuttoned his white cotton top and stood before Rudolf shirtless for a moment. Rudolf could feel his pulse quickening. This man was absolutely gorgeous, with smooth reddish-brown skin that had been incredibly warm the last time he’d touched it. His broad shoulders and lean arms gave him a statuesque appearance. They couldn’t be more dissimilar. Rudolf thought of his own thick limbs and round stomach.

Alphonse pulled on the silk top. The size was a bit large, as Rudolf had no measurements to give his tailor, but he still looked incredibly handsome in it. It brought out the richness of his skin and made him look truly elegant. He took in his appearance in a mirror positioned in a corner of the room. What wonders a piece of cloth could provide.

“Thank you, sir,” Alphonse said gratefully.

“You should call me Rudolf—or Rudy if you’d prefer. My mother called me Rudy.” He handed him the chocolates. “I hope you like chocolate.” Alphonse smiled brightly, making Rudolf extraordinarily happy.

Alphonse strode over to the bed excitedly and took off the shirt, laying it out to make sure it didn’t wrinkle. He didn’t want to chance a stain. He grabbed the chocolate and walked back over to Rudolf.

“My mother used to buy me chocolate on my birthday.” Al smiled again. “She would say, ‘Here’s a little treat that’s almost as sweet as you.’” He opened the box and ate one. The flavor seemed so foreign to him now. Chocolates weren’t given in the bathhouse.

“Do you like them?” Rudolf asked. Alphonse nodded and took another chocolate from the box. He put it up to Rudolf’s mouth. He quickly realized his oversight and moved his hand. He had just wanted to convey his overflowing happiness. “Can I have my chocolate?” Rudolf asked.

Alphonse placed it to his lips and felt Rudolf’s mouth cover his fingers for a moment, sucking on them gently. “Do you like chocolate?” Alphonse asked, his entire body tingling.

“I love chocolate.” Alphonse laughed in appreciation of their newfound friendliness. He reached into the box and brought another to Rudolf’s lips.

“I bought these for you,” he said, laughing softly.

“I like sharing with you,” Alphonse replied. They stood like this, eating the chocolates together. For every three he fed Rudolf, Alphonse would have one. Before long, the twelve pieces of chocolate had been consumed and the fires of lust and romance had been fanned beyond containment.

Rudolf’s visits became more and more numerous. They’d become so frequent, in fact, that after two months of being on the market, Alphonse had repaid his debts to Papa. One afternoon in early December, Papa stormed into the room Alphonse still shared with the other Al.

“Pack your bags.”

“What do you mean?” Alphonse asked in disbelief. “I’ve only been on the market for a little over two months.” Papa grunted angrily at the statement. It wasn’t just that Rudolf Blauvelt had been purchasing sessions with Alphonse, it was the fact that he’d been paying for exclusivity. He’d invested quite a sum in his pursuit of Alphonse’s affections.

“Your debt has been repaid courtesy of Mr. Blauvelt.”

“I have an appointment with Rudolf this evening,” Alphonse said, wanting to reunite with his family, but not wanting to stand Rudolf up. Maybe now that he was no longer employed at the bathhouse, they could spend more time together free of charge.

“I’ve called and cancelled said appointment,” Papa said angrily. “This isn’t some café. If you want to meet with him, make those arrangements outside of these premises.” With that, Papa left the room, slamming the door on his way out.

“You—you’re free,” Alvin exclaimed, a small jealous feeling in the pit of his stomach. “You can go home to your mother and your sisters. Hurry before he fabricates a reason for you to stay!” Alphonse moved quickly, collecting his few belongings and placing them in the single suitcase he owned. It was the same suitcase that had brought him to the bathhouse. One thing stayed on his mind as he finished gathering his things—Rudolf. Would they see each other again? Did Rudolf even know he’d been relieved of his duties at the bathhouse? He couldn’t just leave without telling him where he’d be.

He and Alvin stood in the doorway and embraced one another for a moment. “I’m a little scared,” Alphonse admitted. “What am I to do?”

“You must go and find your family,” Alvin replied. He had tears in his eyes, and it pained Alphonse to leave his friend behind. “Hug your sisters for me.”

Alvin didn’t have the strength to see Alphonse out of the bathhouse; it would take too much of an emotional toll. After they said their goodbyes, he re-entered the bedroom they’d shared up until moments before and closed the door. Alphonse made his way down the hallway towards the stairs. He encountered Dorian at the stair’s landing near his bedroom.

“Come here a moment, Alphonse,” Dorian said, entering his sleeping quarters. Alphonse followed.

“Do you wish to chastise me some more before I go?” Alphonse asked.

“Quite the opposite.” He sat on his bed and crossed his legs. He wore an oversized white shirt and a baggy pair of slacks. Even in these items he emitted an aura of intense sex appeal. “I have questions about Rudolf Blauvelt. What is it you did to make him spend so much on you? What is your technique?”

“I don’t understand.”

“What did you do to bewitch him so? Do you have some sort of method to enrapture a man so completely that he spends a fortune for time with you?” Alphonse stared at Dorian with a confused look in his eye, causing the more experienced of the pair to be more direct. “How did you work his cock?”

“We’ve just talked,” Alphonse said. “I offered myself to him, but he said he wanted to get to know me first.”

“It doesn’t take two months to get to know a man,” Dorian scoffed. “The men who frequent this place are easy to read. They’re either homosexuals who have no appeal or married men with homosexual tendencies but no desire to leave their wives.”

“I don’t think Rudolf is either of those things.”

“So, you haven’t even seen his cock?”

“No.” Alphonse wondered why this was embarrassing him so intensely. Why hadn’t Rudolf made his move yet? Al considered the possibility that Rudolf was hiding something about himself.

“If he’s a homosexual and not just a married man blowing off steam, he’ll be willing to do things the others won’t.” Alphonse held the handle of his suitcase tightly. He wanted to know Dorian’s secrets. If he were to see Rudolf again, he wanted to make sure the businessman was properly compensated for his generosity. “I assume you’ll be on the receiving end of that mystery member. If he puts it in right away, you’ll be in a world of pain. Ask him to loosen you up with his fingers. Have him kiss you and caress you. He should have you begging him to fuck you.”

“Does Mr. Pfeiffer do these things for you?” Alphonse asked, intrigued by all of this information.

“Most certainly, when he’s feeling especially dominant, but usually it is I who does these things for him,” Dorian replied, smiling. “If you really want to push Rudolf Blauvelt, see if he’ll even loosen you up with his tongue. It works wonders.” Dorian stuck his tongue out for effect, licking the air between his pointer and middle fingers slowly. Alphonse’s eyes widened in surprise causing Dorian to fall back on his mattress in a fit of giggles. “You really are a virgin, young Alphonse.”

“Would he really want to do that?” Alphonse asked, ignoring Dorian’s laughter at his inexperience.

“You take a long hot bath and scrub yourself clean beforehand, and he won’t be able to stop. Have him rub some olive oil on his cock and your hole before he puts it in, and things will go smoothly, literally.”

Alphonse paused, looking at the bathhouse’s highest earner, and felt himself getting sentimental. He had a feeling that he might not ever see Dorian again and it made him somewhat melancholic.

“I really appreciate you telling me all of these things,” Alphonse began. “I—I know you’ve hated me because of what happened, but I’ve always kind of admired you. I always thought we were similar, different from all the other men here. I still do.”

“Well, isn’t that sweet,” Dorian said, standing. He was just a hair taller than Alphonse. “I hope you and the rich man are very happy together. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have an appointment to prepare for.” Alphonse nodded and left the room. Dorian smiled to himself, touched slightly by Alphonse’s words, but also at the thought that the number one spot would soon belong to him once more.

Alphonse hesitated in the foyer for a moment. How would he find Rudolf? Would this be the end of their relationship? Papa shouted at him to get out, pushing him into the street outside of the bathhouse entrance. “Feel free to come back when you’re ready to make me some more money.”

Outside, he could feel all of his blood rushing to the pit of his stomach. His limbs suddenly went cold as he stumbled down the street towards his childhood home. He hadn’t heard from or seen his family since he was taken in by Papa. The workers were unaware, but Papa made sure any parcels or letters sent to the bathhouse were destroyed. He didn’t want his sons to be distracted from their work. He also found it easier to break his sons if they believed nobody wished to contact them. It was a powerful tactic, isolation.

Things in the red-light district were familiar to Alphonse, as that’s as far as the sons were allowed to travel, but as he got farther away from the bathhouse, things became unrecognizable. There were new buildings and different avenues he hadn’t seen before.

He wandered the streets for nearly two hours when he finally found landmarks that he could recall from three years ago. He ran excitedly down the street, his suitcase bobbing in his hand. He passed a row of shops that hadn’t changed at all! He encountered the large tree that the neighborhood had fought the city to save. He was almost home! They had lived in a small duplex, the other half occupied by a family even larger than his own.

He arrived where his home should have been. He should have been looking at a dingy maisonette with blue doors and crumbling brick and children’s toys scattered about the stairs. But he saw no such things. He saw a large vacant plot of land with remnants of what had once been.

The small duplex had completely burned to ashes.

Alphonse dropped his suitcase and walked into the rubble, where their kitchen should have been. He knelt and grabbed an old hand mirror. The handle was snapped and the glass shattered, but he knew this had once belonged to his mother. Where were they now? He had to find them. He’d talk to the neighbors. He’d find out their new address.

“Shame isn’t it?” Al looked up at a man he remembered lived next door. “Those three fine ladies were left alone by that riff raff boy.”

Alphonse knew he was that riff raff boy.

“Where are they now?” he asked. The man’s face was suddenly sympathetic.

“Well, you see, they died trying their hands at being laundresses. If it wasn’t bad enough, they managed to take out the family next door as well. Thank the heavens the fire brigade was able to contain the blaze to this one plot of land.” The neighbor sighed. “Aye, but still, I can’t believe it’s been nearly three years since then. Real tragic, ain’t it?”

Alphonse’s entire body was shaking. He began to sob and the man who’d informed him of what had happened went on his way. Alphonse was all alone. He’d have to return to the bathhouse and beg Papa to hire him. Papa would charge him outrageously for room and board, never allowing for his debt to be paid down. He’d spend the best years of his life a whore, before being tossed out on the street when he was no longer profitable.

He sat amongst the rubble for an hour, before the cold became too much. He began his journey back to the bathhouse, the only thing keeping him from utter despair was the thought that he’d be able to see Rudolf again.

Papa had telephoned Rudy and told him not to return, for Alphonse would not be there. Thankfully, Rudolf Blauvelt was not the type of man to take orders. He spent the afternoon driving around their town in his motorcar in search of Alphonse. He found him shuffling along with his suitcase about a mile from the bathhouse. He parked his car quickly and got out.

“Alphonse,” Rudolf called.

“Rudy!” he exclaimed, his heart struggling to process the conflicting emotions of grief and joy. His family was gone, but the man he’d begun to love was standing before him. He dropped his suitcase and hugged Rudolf happily. Tiny snowflakes had begun to fall and as they spoke to one another their breath made small clouds of frost. “I thought I’d never see you again.”

Rudolf smiled; he was in disbelief that another person could be so grateful to be in his presence. He worried that all the time they’d spent together meant nothing to Alphonse. Rudy understood that their relationship had been transactional. He knew that Alphonse had to entertain him and treat him with kindness or Schroeder would abuse him.

“I don’t know if you can believe this,” Alphonse began. “But you single-handedly purchased my freedom. I have nothing but the utmost gratitude for you, Rudolf.”

“That’s wonderful. Where are you going now?” Rudolf asked. “I can take you.”

Alphonse was silent a moment. All of the money Rudolf had spent on him was wasted. Rudolf placed his hand underneath Alphonse’s chin and lifted his head so that they were looking at one another. He could sense that something was amiss with the beautiful younger man. He asked him what was wrong and for him to be honest.

“I was on my way back to the bathhouse,” Alphonse replied finally, looking away from Rudolf. “I—I have nowhere else to go.”

“What of your family?” he asked. “Your mother and sisters?”

“They’re dead,” Alphonse said aloud for the first time since hearing the news. “There was a fire. Nearly three years ago. I was stuck in the bathhouse dreaming of the day I’d be free, and I had no idea that what remained of my family was already gone.”

Rudolf felt deep pain for Alphonse. They’d spoken of his past during one of their many sessions the past two months. His mother was mentally unstable and walked into a pond until she was completely submerged and drowned. His father couldn’t take the loneliness and shot himself. He was heartbroken for Alphonse and hated that the young man had to endure such sadness.

“I know it’s a lot to ask of you,” Alphonse said, mustering a smile, “but I hope to see you again at the bathhouse sometime.”

“That notion is absolutely ludicrous,” Rudolf replied, bending down to grab Alphonse’s measly suitcase.

“I’ll take my bag and be on my way,” Alphonse said, feeling defeated. Was Rudolf saying he’d never pay to visit him again? Al didn’t want Rudy’s money, but what other option did he have? He needed a place to stay out of the cold.

“You will do no such thing. You shall stay with me.”

“I couldn’t impose on you in such a way,” Alphonse replied, reaching for his suitcase. Rudolf was just being a gentleman. There was no way he’d want a former whore in his home.

“My motorcar is this way,” Rudolf stated plainly, ignoring Alphonse’s polite refusal. Alphonse had never ridden in a car before and the idea excited him. He walked along next to the large, serious man until they came to his car. It was a large machine and truly a testament to the ingenuity of humanity. “Let’s go. Come on then.” Rudy opened the door for Alphonse and helped him into the car before handing him his suitcase.

“Thank you,” Alphonse managed to get out before he began to cry silent tears. He cried all the way to Rudolf’s townhouse.

When they arrived, Rudolf busied himself in the kitchen, knowing that in times of grief it was important to eat a warm meal. He allowed Alphonse to freshen up and take a moment to himself. He didn’t employ any help. He cooked his own meals and cleaned his own home. Though Alphonse noticed that Rudolf must have pushed housework until it was absolutely necessary. His home could use a good scrubbing, but the townhouse was absolutely gorgeous underneath the clutter. The home was four floors, with the kitchen and dining room on the lowest level. The second floor had multiple bedrooms and the master bath, the third floor a study and home library. The fourth floor contained a solarium filled with many different plants that had seen better days.

Rudolf chopped onions and potatoes. He seared a cut of beef on the stovetop before plating it and allowing it to rest. He’d gotten this recipe down to a science and it was actually quite flavorful. He only knew how to successfully prepare this one dish, a skillet meal of meat and potatoes. He cooked quite a grand amount, not much more than what he usually made, but still grand. He set the table and called Alphonse to dinner.

His dining room table was large, but Rudolf made sure to position the chairs so that they weren’t very far from one another. He served Alphonse, filling his plate with a substantial portion. Alphonse found the dish incredibly filling. His appetite had not yet fully returned, so he ate only a small amount of what had been given to him.

He sat as Rudolf continued to eat. The large businessman was finishing up his third helping, having completely emptied the serving dish. This was when he noticed Alphonse had stopped eating.

“Is it not to your liking?” he asked, fearing Alphonse did not enjoy his specialty. “It’s the only thing I ever learned to make. I eat it nearly every day.”

“You made so much, Rudy. It was certainly an exquisite meal. I apologize for not being able to finish it.” Alphonse smiled and stood up from his chair. He took his plate over to where Rudolf sat and scrapped his remaining food onto his dish. “You’re such a large man, Rudy. Surely you must need more to eat, yes?”

“Well, I guess you’re right.” Alphonse smiled again, feeling less anguish at the loss of his family. Rudolf dug into his now fourth helping as Alphonse watched him consume the large amount of food. As turbulent as the last three years of his life had been, being with Rudolf in this moment made Alphonse feel incredibly warm and secure. It was something that he’d greatly desired.

“From now on, I will do the cleaning and prepare your meals,” Al announced. He had told himself the moment he walked into Rudolf’s home he was not going to be a bother. He was going to make Rudolf happy. He was going to repay Rudolf for all of his generosity.

“Really that’s unnecessary,” Rudolf said, smiling. “If you think we need to hire some staff, I have the means to pay for it.”

“I’d like to do this for you,” Alphonse said. “It will give me something to focus on, please.”

“If it gets to be too much of a burden, please don’t hesitate to let me know. You’re no servant here.”

After their meal, Rudolf asked Alphonse where he wished to sleep in the house. He didn’t intend to force him to sleep in the same bedroom. There were five of them in his home. “I can’t stay with you?” Alphonse asked nervously.

He had expected Rudolf to collect what he’d paid for long ago and wondered what it was that was keeping them from having intercourse. Did he not care for a sexual relationship? Maybe Dorian had been correct in his assessment of the situation. Maybe Rudolf was hiding something.

“You wish to stay with me? In my bedroom?” Rudolf asked, his face reddening. He wanted nothing more than for Alphonse to stay with him. But he wanted him to do it freely, without having to be paid or coerced.

“Of course, unless—” Al found himself at a loss for words, which shocked him for he usually had too many. “I think that I have possibly misunderstood our relationship. Do you like men? Or are you just, perhaps, an exceedingly kind businessman?”

“I do prefer the company of men, but I, as yourself, have never engaged in—”

“You’re a virgin!?” The words echoed throughout the entire house. Alphonse couldn’t believe it. He didn’t feel the word virgin and Rudolf Blauvelt could ever coexist in the same sentence. He coughed slightly. “My apologies, I was quite loud.”

“You see, I have not had many opportunities to lose my virginity. No man ever responded to me and I hadn’t wanted to sleep with any woman. I was going to get it out of the way by purchasing another virgin, so I wouldn’t feel so—so inexperienced.”

Alphonse could barely believe what it was that he was hearing. Surely there were men interested in Rudolf. Alphonse’s eyes traveled to Rudolf’s masculine belly, whilst he attempted to suppress a stirring in his groin. The businessman was larger, yes, but also incredibly handsome. His dark brown hair was full and long, usually combed back out of his face. He had a strong jawline and a prominent nose. His lips were full and well moisturized. Alphonse knew precisely what had happened; Rudolf Blauvelt was unable to pick up on flirtations.

“I hope when the time comes, we can be one another’s firsts,” Alphonse replied, actually quite glad that nobody had gotten to copulate with the sexy businessman. They smiled at one another and enjoyed a hearty laugh.

Alphonse’s first month living with Rudolf was a busy one. The younger man spent his days doing exactly what he had been doing in the bathhouse, cooking and cleaning. Things weren’t exactly the same, however, as he was actually enjoying the work. Seeing how impressed Rudolf was with his progress each evening filled the younger man with joy. Al made sure to have a warm meal waiting for the businessman every night when he got in from his office in town. Rudy hadn’t eaten such a variety of foods in years. Alphonse had purchased a new cookbook and dedicated himself to improving his culinary abilities.

There were small things about being around Rudolf that would push Alphonse to the brink. Watching Rudolf dress himself for work in the morning was Alphonse’s favorite part of the day. As the weeks went by, there’d be more of a struggle to do up the buttons on his shirts and trousers. Before he could start his day, Alphonse would have to touch himself, thinking about Rudy’s masculine frame lumbering out of their bedroom on his way into town. The businessman was naturally large, with the biggest hands and feet Alphonse had ever seen. But recently, the floorboards had begun to creak more with his steps and the bed would sink a little bit lower when he laid down. Alphonse took note of all of these things, becoming more and more sexually frustrated the longer he stayed in Rudolf’s home.

One evening, Rudolf ripped his trousers right up the back. His meaty backside had caused him great difficulty getting dressed that morning, and he had yet to see his tailor. Most of his clothes fit a bit more snuggly in the month Alphonse had been preparing the meals. He noticed his weight gain and tried his best to keep it hidden from his almost-lover. He slipped away and changed his pants before returning to the dining room for dinner.

He had news to share.

Rudy sat at the dining room table, and they ate a plentiful meal. They spoke of their days and how they were feeling. Alphonse made sure Rudolf had generous helpings of braised beef, white bean stew, and freshly baked bread. There wasn’t much of anything left over and Al felt good about making food that Rudolf enjoyed so thoroughly. Alphonse began to clear the dishes and platters that still covered the table.

“Al, I’ve been invited to an opera and was informed I could bring one guest,” Rudolf said, feeling this was the appropriate time to bring up the news he hoped would excite Alphonse. “Won’t you join me?”

“Me?” Alphonse asked, stacking the dishes on top of one another. “I’ve never been to an opera before. Don’t you think it would be best to take someone else?”

Alphonse knew he did not understand the high-class lifestyle Rudolf and his colleagues enjoyed. He had been poor his entire life. He wasn’t well educated and knew nothing of world affairs. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he embarrassed Rudolf in public. He figured it would be for the best if things continued on as they had been, with him remaining behind, doing what was useful to Rudolf at home.

“I wish to take the one who has been taking such good care of me.” He smiled at Alphonse.

“Surely you could attend with a colleague from the office. Perhaps make it a business meeting.”

“Do you not wish to go with me?”

“I never want to leave your side,” Alphonse stated honestly. “It’s just—I don’t want to make a fool of myself. I don’t want to do anything that might make you look less than. Opera houses aren’t for people like me.”

“You shall never think that way again, do you understand?” He looked seriously at Alphonse, who stood with the stack of dishes in his hands. “You are just as important to this world as any other man. You being yourself will never embarrass me.”

“Rudolf, I—”

“Won’t you join me?” Rudolf asked once again, unwilling to take no for an answer. “I will take you to be fitted for a suit and it’ll be such fun to enjoy your presence outside of this house.”

“All right, if you insist,” he agreed, nodding, trying to suppress an overly enthusiastic grin. Alphonse went into the kitchen to fetch dessert. He paused for a moment when he was alone. He knew that he’d recently faced a sizable hardship, but he hadn’t the time to feel melancholy. Being with Rudolf raised his spirits immensely.

He allowed himself a wide smile, feeling embarrassed at his own glee. He’d be attending an opera with a man he was falling in love with. Three months ago, Alphonse was certain he’d never work his way out of Papa’s clutches, but here he was enjoying life despite its setbacks.

Everything about Rudolf had Alphonse in a state of constant arousal. The way Rudolf smelled after a shower was just as appealing as the slightly sweaty smell he’d have after a long day of work. He appreciated Rudolf’s shy smiles and calm chuckles. Al was especially excited by how some of Rudolf’s garments tightly encased his large, powerful body. He feigned obliviousness that very evening when Rudolf split his pants in the back, his penis standing at attention as he watched the businessman shuffle off to their bedroom with nary an excuse or explanation.

Al took in the cake he’d prepared that afternoon, continuing to smile to himself, knowing it was the perfect way to celebrate their plans to attend a function together publicly. He held it carefully in his hands as he returned to the dining room.

“What’s this now?” Rudolf asked, amazed at the confection before him.

“We almost forgot dessert,” Al exclaimed. “In the market today, cocoa was on sale. I’ve wanted to make a chocolate cake for a long time. I do hope you’ll enjoy it.” He excitedly cut a slice for Rudolf and set it in front of him. He remembered the day where their relationship really began to develop, with that box of decadent chocolates. Just thinking about how Rudolf sucked on his fingers was getting Alphonse excited.

“Mmm, this is delicious Alphonse,” Rudolf said as he finished his first slice of cake. “Your food is the best I’ve ever eaten. You’d think a trained patisserie had baked this.”

“Really? That’s fantastic.” He grabbed Rudolf’s empty plate and put another substantial slice on it before placing it back in front of the businessman. “Please, have some more.” Rudolf happily dug into this piece as well. He never ate dessert when he lived alone.

Alphonse enjoyed cooking for Rudolf almost as much as he enjoyed his growing stature. He’d always had an eye for the larger patrons in the bathhouse, and as nervous as he was during his auction, he was silently happy his virginity was purchased by such a handsome man.

Al saw Rudolf’s growth as a sign. It was a sign that he was doing something that created progress. He was able to give something to Rudolf, who had given him so much. The larger Rudy got, the more Alphonse saw him as a strong, intelligent, powerful man, who would always need someone to prepare his meals and—hopefully—make love to.

After most of the cake resided in Rudolf’s stomach, Alphonse went to start on the dishes. He stood at the sink in the kitchen and did his best to calm himself. He hadn’t been able to relieve himself this morning, having had errands to run outside of the townhouse. All he could think about was the look of pleasure on Rudolf’s face as he ate the cake, as he consumed the meal. He had caused that look with the food he prepared, and he wanted nothing more than to cause that same expression using his own body. He couldn’t focus on the dishes. His mind wandered to what Dorian had told him.

He wanted to feel Rudolf’s hands and mouth on his body. When the foreplay became too much to handle, he wanted to beg Rudolf to fuck him. Their courtship had lasted long enough. Tonight would be the night.

Alphonse left the dishes in the sink, grabbed the olive oil, and ran to the bathroom. He hurriedly ran the water, filling the tub. This feeling, it was consuming him. He could wait no longer. He needed Rudolf. He needed to feel the larger man inside of himself. He tied his long hair up with a ribbon. He removed his clothing hastily, stepping into the clawfoot tub. He added generous amounts of soap and peppermint oil to the water. He began to scrub his body vigorously, paying close attention to his asshole.

He touched his hole, his eyes closed. It pulsated gently, demanding to be played with. He scrubbed it again, adding more soap to his washcloth.

He bathed for nearly thirty minutes before he drained the water, wanting to make sure he was absolutely pristine. He got out of the tub and dried himself hastily, not any less aroused. His penis had been stiff since dinner, and it began to ache. He walked from the bathroom in the nude, olive oil in hand. He found Rudolf in his pajamas, reading in bed.

“Alphonse,” he said in surprise, unsure of what was happening. He set his book on the nightstand to his left. He sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. “Is everything all right?”

“I can wait not a second longer, Rudolf,” the nude man said honestly. “I need you.”

Rudolf took in Alphonse’s erection, feeling his own member stiffening to its full nine inches. Al walked over to the bed, his long limbs gliding effortlessly. Rudolf thought he looked like a painting, one that belonged in the finest museum. His trim waist and round behind were most alluring. Alphonse set the bottle of olive oil on the nightstand next to Rudolf’s romance novel. He turned his attention to Rudolf, moving to unbutton his nightshirt.

“Things are moving so quickly,” Rudolf said, his face reddening.

“Not quick enough.” The shirt had been removed and Alphonse was able to take in the effects of the evening’s meal. Rudolf was broad shouldered, yes, but everything else about him was just as wide. He had large arms that were soft with fat, which covered the muscles of his teenage years. His chest sagged slightly, and he had substantial pink nipples. His meaty pecs sat atop a bloated middle, which rested in his lap comfortably. Alphonse’s cock jumped taking in Rudolf’s body.

“Dorian said you were to kiss me all over before we begin.” Rudolf nodded, understanding this would be put off no longer. As nervous as he was, he was glad Alphonse had taken the initiative. Alphonse walked closer to Rudolf at the edge of bed and the businessman placed his solid hands around his waist, pulling him closer. Rudolf kissed his middle softly, working his way towards Alphonse’s nipples. He began to suck on them before giving them a few gentle nibbles. Alphonse gasped, never imagining his nipples could make him feel this way.

“What else did Dorian tell you?” Rudolf asked between kisses. He licked Alphonse’s skin, which was smooth and smelled of peppermint.

“He said you had to loosen me up with your fingers and—and your tongue.”

“Get on the bed,” Rudolf commanded, standing and removing his night pants. His own member was now free from the confines of his clothing. Alphonse rested on his arms and knees, arching his back. Rudolf found himself salivating at the sight of Alphonse’s generously proportioned behind. He spread the cheeks, looking at his clean, slightly pink hole. He brought his face close to it and gave it a few apprehensive licks before losing himself to the experience. He worked Alphonse’s hole with his tongue like he’d done it a million times before.

Al moaned loudly, wishing there were some way to repay Dorian for making all of this possible. His toes curled as Rudolf continued to loosen him up with his tongue, some of the licks traveling towards his balls. As Dorian had said, he was on the brink of begging for it.

“You’re supposed to—to use the olive oil to finger me,” Alphonse said, trying to steady his voice. His breathing was deep and labored. “You should put some on your cock as well.”

Rudolf did as he was told, and slowly inserted an oiled-up finger inside of Alphonse. “How are you?” Rudy asked.

“I’m fine,” he said, burying his face in the bedspread. “Please, keep going.” Alphonse’s hole pulsated around Rudolf’s thick middle finger. He was loosening up nicely and after a few minutes of being stimulated by one finger, Rudolf was able to add another. Alphonse felt his hips moving, trying to intensify the pleasure he was experiencing with just Rudolf’s fingers. “Put—put it in now, Rudolf.”

“Are you certain, Alphonse?” Rudolf asked, wanting to continue only if his lover were willing. He removed his fingers from inside of Alphonse slowly. “If you feel this was enough for a first venture, we can stop now.”

“I don’t want to stop,” Alphonse replied, his voice muffled by the blanket, his face still buried in its softness. He lifted his head, wanting to better express himself. He took a deep breath, looking back at Rudolf’s massive form behind him. “I want you to fuck me.”

Rudolf stood upright and took in Alphonse’s oiled behind. It looked firm and large for his thin frame. The sheen of the oil highlighted his smooth brown skin. Al was near the edge of the bed, his ass close enough for Rudolf to access. The businessman pulled at the ribbon in Alphonse’s hair, allowing the smaller man’s corkscrew coils to fan out in a dark halo. Al flicked his neck slightly, allowing his hair to fall more aesthetically.

Rudolf placed the head of his member near Al’s hole and worked himself inside gently. He couldn’t believe how incredible this felt. Alphonse was still breathing loudly, his entire body reacting to this experience.

“More,” Alphonse cried, feeling euphoric as Rudolf hit his prostate.

Rudolf pushed his entire cock into Alphonse, moving back and forth rhythmically. The sound of his thick upper thighs slamming against Alphonse’s ass as he pounded away was turning him on even more. Alphonse moaned loudly after a few minutes of this, ejaculating all over himself and the duvet. Rudolf kept going, continuing for nearly ten minutes before he filled Alphonse with his seed. When they were both finished, they laid out on the bed together, neither speaking. Alphonse reached out his hand, grabbing Rudolf’s.

They remained like this for some time.

They awoke early the next day, a Friday. Rudolf had already arranged a visit to the tailor before he even discussed attending the opera with Alphonse. Al had never owned a suit and Rudolf knew he’d definitely have to go up a size or two.

“Mr. Blauvelt, it is a pleasure to see you again,” Hans Reinhart, the tailor, said with a slight nod of his head. “What can I do for you?” He noticed Alphonse finally, standing nervously behind one of his most prestigious customers. Rudolf carried a bag of clothes he needed repaired and let out.

“Yes, Hans, it is nice to see you as well. We’ve come today because my friend here needs a suit for the opera opening in the spring.” Rudolf hesitated a moment, lowering his voice even though he, Alphonse, and Hans Reinhart were the only people in the shop. “I also need some things sewn up and, well—let out a bit.”

Hans raised his eyebrows in surprise, but that was only a polite gesture. Rudolf had just purchased new suits for the colder seasons back in September. It had hardly been five months since then, but looking at Mr. Blauvelt before him, Hans thought it was painfully obvious the man had gotten larger. He’d seen it before with other customers, but it was more of a yearly occurrence, not after a few months.

Rudolf handed the bag to the tailor, who took the heavy sack of clothing in his open arms. He wondered how many items Mr. Blauvelt had shoved in there. He propped the bag against one of the walls, turning his attention towards Alphonse, who was still semi-hiding behind Rudolf. “Young man, what kind of suit would you like?”

Alphonse froze; he’d hoped he wouldn’t have to pick for himself. What if he got the wrong thing? As opinionated as he’d been his entire life, this new world was breaking him down, making him overly conscious that he didn’t have experiences like Rudolf’s.

He’d never been to an opera or to visit a tailor. He’d never lived in such a luxurious home or ridden in a motorcar. He felt everything about himself wasn’t enough.

“Go ahead, Alphonse,” Rudolf said gently. “Get whatever your heart desires.”

“Well, something very simple would be nice,” he started, looking Hans Reinhart in the eye for the first time. “Black would be fine—or even, perhaps, a navy.”

“Which is it then? Black or navy?” Hans asked, scribbling down the options Alphonse had just requested. “You’ll want a shirt, won’t you?” He was used to his clientele being more straightforward in their requests, knowing immediately what they wanted.

“I’d like for the suit to be navy, please.” Alphonse grabbed onto Rudolf for a moment, trying to calm himself. Rudolf looked at him with supportive eyes, but Alphonse misread the intent of his lover’s gaze. He quickly removed his hand from Rudy’s beefy arm, forgetting that behind closed doors they could touch one another as they pleased, but in public it was probably for the best to keep a respectable distance. “And a cream-colored shirt would suffice.” Hans continued to write down what Alphonse asked for.

“Come now. Let me get your measurements.” Alphonse stepped from behind Rudolf and walked over to where Mr. Reinhart stood. “Mr. Blauvelt, I’ll re-measure you and take a look at those garments you need mended next.”

He and Alphonse walked off to the back of the shop. Alphonse followed Hans Reinhart’s instructions, as this was his first time being measured by a professional tailor. As a child, his mother used to make all of his clothes. And once he arrived in the bathhouse, he wore hand-me-downs from the other workers.

“Your proportions make very easy work for me,” Hans remarked.

“Thank you,” Alphonse replied.

“Would you send Mr. Blauvelt back,” Hans said, scribbling the last of Al’s measurements on a sheet of paper. “Ask him to bring the bag with the garments.”

“Yes, sir.”

Alphonse returned to where Rudolf stood and gave the directions Mr. Reinhart had asked him to pass along. Rudolf thanked Alphonse and went to the back of the store to be re-measured. He stood as Hans poked and prodded him, wrapping his tape measure around him in various ways. Hans would mumble to himself in surprise before recording Rudolf’s measurements on his note sheet.

“Goodness, all of your measurements have gone up substantially,” Hans expressed in shock, looking down at what he’d written. “Your waist, thighs, chest, all of you! If you keep growing at this rate, you’ll single-handedly keep me in business.” He laughed and Rudolf did as well, although he didn’t find it nearly as humorous.

“Will you be able to fix those items?” Rudolf asked, watching Hans paw through the numerous garments he’d brought to be let out.

“Honestly, Mr. Blauvelt,” Hans began. “I don’t think I can let these items out any more than I already have. I also don’t think mending these pants and shirts will do much good if you aren’t trying to slim down any time soon.”

Rudolf looked at the tailor seriously, embarrassed at what he was being told. He was only glad Alphonse was not around to witness his great shame.

“I mean no disrespect,” Hans continued, clearing his throat. “I’m speaking to you honestly when I let you know I could fix these items, but that won’t extend their lifespans long enough to the point you’d be getting your money’s worth. Perhaps I can construct some new items for you?”

Rudolf considered this, thinking about how much Alphonse enjoyed cooking and spoiling him. He could ask the smaller man to cut back on the quantity of food he prepared, maybe limit desserts to special occasions, but he didn’t want to take away something Al found purpose in. Rudy also considered how much he enjoyed eating the food Alphonse prepared. They were happy the way things were. Why would he want to disrupt that happiness?

“Well,” Rudolf started, “I think it’d be for the best to construct new garments. I’ll need them as soon as possible, considering a majority of my wardrobe is unusable.” Hans nodded, writing on his note sheet. “I’ll need five suits, ten shirts, and five pairs of trousers.”

“I will have these completed two weeks from today,” Hans said. He’d make sure his seamstresses worked diligently for one of his best customers.

“Oh, and one more thing.”

“Yes, Mr. Blauvelt?”

“I’ll probably end up carrying some more weight this winter. I’d like for these items to be a few inches larger than the measurements you have recorded.”

“Of course, Mr. Blauvelt,” Hans replied. “I’ll see you and your, erm—assistant in two Fridays when you come to pick up your order. You’ll both be the best dressed at the opera.”

“Thank you.”

Rudolf strolled back out to the main area of the shop where he found Alphonse entranced by bolts of fabric. He watched for a moment as Alphonse gently ran his hand over some of the silks and laces. His hair hung down in a thick sheet of tight curls. He wore a simple white shirt and dark slacks, his body alluring even in such plain clothing items.

In that moment, Rudolf was certain he was in love with Alphonse.

“Let’s go home,” Rudolf said, walking to where Al stood. They made their way out of the shop and back to Rudolf’s car.

The businessman had planned to go into the office for the afternoon, but he telephoned his secretary and let her know he wouldn’t be in until Monday. He wanted more of Alphonse’s bountiful behind. His mouth salivated at the thought of burying his face in those cheeks once more. Alphonse had unearthed a beast, who would likely never be satisfied.

“Should I prepare luncheon?” Alphonse asked, hanging up his and Rudolf’s jackets.

“We can eat later,” Rudolf said, sucking his bottom lip as he watched Alphonse move about the foyer. “What I want now is you.”

Alphonse was still riding the high from the night prior. It was almost as if he could still feel Rudolf inside of himself. He hadn’t considered that the businessman would want to have intercourse again so soon.

Rudolf grabbed Alphonse by the arm and pulled him close enough that they could kiss one another. The larger man felt Alphonse’s free hand on his belly, caressing it gently. They broke apart and Rudolf held Al’s hand in his own, leading him up the stairs to the second floor where their bedroom awaited them.

“What’s come over you?” Alphonse asked, watching Rudolf’s wide, powerful behind shifting with each step up the staircase.

“You’re much too irresistible,” Rudolf replied, his voice tinged in desire.

They both removed their clothing once in the master bedroom. They stood naked in front of one another, appraising each other lovingly. They both had strong erections, pointing upwards in excitement. With only a slight awkwardness, they embraced one another.

The pair made love the entire afternoon, Alphonse almost unable to keep up with Rudolf’s enthusiasm. They finally took a break when the businessman’s stomach growled loudly. Alphonse placed his hand on Rudolf’s stomach dotingly.

“You’ve worked up an appetite,” he said.

“I certainly have.”

“Good thing I’ve already done the shopping.” Alphonse hopped out of bed, his legs a little wobbly. He did his best to stand upright. “I’m going to make you the most extravagant meal!”

Still a little off balance, he strolled out of the bedroom to the kitchen, already erect again in anticipation of the faces Rudolf would make while eating the meal he was about to prepare.

As the days rolled by, the frequency of Alphonse and Rudolf’s lovemaking only intensified. They’d built a momentum that would have worn out any other couple. Rudolf would take half-days at the office, arriving home early to surprise Alphonse with bouquets of expensive flowers and other tokens of affection. In the twilight hours before dawn, Alphonse would find himself mounting his lover enthusiastically, wanting nothing more than to feel Rudolf inside of himself after a good night’s rest. Even with the increased exertion the intercourse provided, Rudolf was unable to quell his weight gain. Alphonse had managed to feed him more and more, excitedly cooking to show his happiness.

Al spent his days learning new recipes and keeping up the home. He’d been able to revive nearly every plant in the solarium. He learned new ways to remove stains from clothing items. He made sure every stray item had found a place in the large home. Tending to the home he’d built with Rudolf made him feel complete. He’d become confident of his position in the businessman’s life.

One afternoon in early March, Rudolf hurried through the doors of the townhouse, newspaper in hand. He knew Alphonse would be in the kitchen, practicing some new method for baking cakes or cookies or pies.

“You must read this,” Rudolf exclaimed, slightly winded. He’d rushed home from town to relay this news. He thrust the paper into Alphonse’s hands, ignoring the fact the young man was covered in flour.

Alphonse scanned the front page carefully, his eyes widening in disbelief. He took in the headline again. It read:

Badehaus Has Fallen. Deidrick Schroeder to Stand Trial.

The article wasn’t very forthcoming. It did not go into detail about how the events had occurred, just that Papa was being charged as an extortionist, a kidnapper, and a sex trafficker. Alphonse could hardly believe what he was reading. He thought of Alvin and Dorian and the other sons. What had happened to them? Where would they go? He wanted to find Alvin, but he had no idea where to even begin looking.

“This deserves celebration,” Alphonse said finally, setting the newspaper on the countertop.

“You act as if you need a reason to overfeed me.”

“True, I don’t need a reason, but it’s nice to have one.” Alphonse smiled softly at Rudolf, who wondered how the former bathhouse worker was taking the news.

The fall of the bathhouse stayed on Alphonse’s mind. After the initial news broke, he asked Rudolf to bring home the newspaper everyday so he could check for updates. There’d only been a few. Papa’s trial wouldn’t be until the fall, allowing the prosecution to build the strongest case possible. It would be when all the wealthiest families in town would return from their summer estates in the country. Alphonse wondered if Rudolf had a summer estate and if they’d spend the warmer months away from the town.

Alphonse had been to the tailor’s nearly two months ago to pick up their order. He would try on his suit almost daily while Rudolf was at the office, just for a few moments. In those five minutes, he’d feel worthy of his current place in life, like he truly belonged with Rudolf Blauvelt.

The time had finally come and putting on his suit was no longer a rehearsal. One Saturday evening in April, both Alphonse and Rudolf dressed for the opera. Alphonse stood transfixed by his image in a hallway mirror, like he hadn’t looked at himself in this very suit for weeks. He had a western style tie made of satin fabric that matched the navy suit. Rudolf had even gotten him a stylish pair of leather shoes. He couldn’t believe it. It seemed almost surreal.

As happy as Alphonse was, Rudolf was displeased. Even having asked the tailor to construct his garments with a few forgiving inches, his suit for the evening was not fitting the way he’d like. His pants could barely do up. He’d have to forgo the vest. He’d have to leave his jacket open. He sighed deeply and exited the bedroom.

“Are you ready Al?” he asked.

“Yes,” Alphonse responded, still enraptured by his image in the mirror, his stomach in knots. Rudolf grabbed his hand, gaining Al’s full attention. “Oh Rudy, you look very dashing.”

Rudolf’s face reddened, glancing over at their images in the hallway mirror. How could Alphonse be happy with a man like him? Al’s hair was pulled back in a low ponytail, his face clearly displayed without his hair to distract from its magnificence. His suit fit perfectly. His suit didn’t look nearly ready to burst at the seams.

“You could have any man or woman you wanted,” Rudolf said, still holding Alphonse’s hand. “I may not be your best option.”

“You are truly the only man I want to be with for the rest of my life,” Alphonse said seriously.

“You speak honestly?” Rudolf asked, struggling to meet Alphonse’s gaze.

“I’d never lie to you,” Al replied. “I love you, Rudolf.”

Rudolf brought Alphonse’s hand to his lips and kissed it softly. Hearing those words from Alphonse was nearly enough to bring him to tears.

“I love you,” the businessman replied.

In that moment, they both wanted nothing more than to get undressed and spend the night in bed together, but they made their way out of the townhome and to the opera house. Once they arrived, the pair was surrounded by Rudolf’s associates. They conversed loudly in the lobby, laughing and slapping shoulders. Alphonse stood silently by the businessman’s side, wishing he were able to grab onto Rudolf’s supportive arm.

One of the men spoke to Rudolf in a language Alphonse didn’t understand.

“The boy, are you willing to lend him out for the evening?” Rudolf had been disinterested in the conversation before, but now Alphonse could tell he’d been offended by what the man had said. Alphonse was almost certain they’d said something referring to him.

“No, I am not.” Rudolf grabbed Alphonse by the arm and stormed off to his box in the theater.

“That man thought I was your whore, didn’t he?” Alphonse asked. It was dark, but Rudolf could hear the tears in Alphonse’s voice.

“Alphonse, you are not a whore,” Rudolf said, his voice low and deep. “I’ve never once thought of you that way, even when you lived in the bathhouse.”

They were silent, the murmur of the theatergoers building as everyone found their way to their seats. Rudolf knew their love would never be recognized by the church or state. People would choose to see their relationship in a way that didn’t make them uncomfortable. Alphonse would be seen as a ward. A relative. A servant. An assistant. Never what Rudolf truly considered him, his partner.

“If possible, we’d be married by now,” Rudolf said, expressing something he’d only been able to fantasize about.

“Really?” Alphonse asked. As much as he loved Rudolf, he feared that one day he’d grow tired of their homosexual dalliance and find a wife.

“Yes, really. Even if we can’t express it as we’d like.”

“That’s very romantic,” Alphonse replied, his heart full. “Did you read that in one of your novels?”

“Honestly, it’s as if we already are married,” Rudolf said, laughing gently. “We have a partnership of our own. You cook and clean and you take care of our home. You take care of me. We give to each other.”

“Yes, we do.”

The opera began and Alphonse felt more at ease. If the world was unable to see the value in their relationship, he had to remember that what he and Rudolf thought was most important. They sat back in their seats and listened as men and women gave their all on stage. It was an exciting experience for Alphonse, who would look in Rudolf’s direction every few minutes to see if he too was enjoying this as much as he was.

During intermission Alphonse made his way to the restroom. After finishing, the restroom attendant spoke directly to him.

“Alphonse!” the attendant exclaimed. “How’re you?”

Alphonse looked into the face of Alvin Baum. The Two Al’s were together again. Without words, they embraced one another.

“When did you—? How did you—? Are you—?” Alphonse had so many questions. He didn’t know which one to ask first.

That was when Alvin revealed the information he’d been privy to as a resident of the bathhouse. Papa had arranged for a new boy to take Dorian’s bedroom, moving Dorian into Alphonse’s old room. Dorian and his best client, the lawyer Burgess Pfeiffer, were much closer than many knew. The incident was just the push Dorian needed to leave the bathhouse for good. He and Pfeiffer leaked documents from Papa’s files, as well as written testimonies from a number of the sons and their families. Dorian and Burgess Pfeiffer had not been seen since, allegedly fleeing to a neighboring country. Alphonse couldn’t believe it. This story was more dramatic than the opera.

“That’s wonderful!” Alphonse said in awe. They exchanged addresses and he invited Alvin to come around for luncheon the next week.

“I can’t wait to see where you’re living these days,” Alvin said, taking in Alphonse’s expensive outfit once more.

“I’m very fortunate,” Alphonse replied, smiling at the thought of Rudolf.

The lights flickered, signaling the second act was about to begin. They embraced one another once more and Alphonse made his way back to where Rudolf waited for him. The rest of the opera, Alphonse could hardly focus. He was happy for both Dorian and Alvin, but he felt even more intensely happy for himself. He’d found a great man and the place that had brought him years of pain was no more. They left the opera house in a hurry, not wanting to be trapped in another round of dull conversation.

Once they arrived back at the townhouse, Alphonse’s joy could be contained no longer. He’d had such an incredible evening, he felt as light as a feather. During the ride home, Alphonse relayed everything he’d learned from Alvin. He also asked to make sure it would be okay for Alvin to come to luncheon the next week. “Am I invited?” Rudolf had asked.

“You’d take the afternoon off to entertain with me?”

“Of course,” Rudy responded. “I’m glad you have someone you can talk to.”

Now, in the foyer, he spun around whimsically, humming the opera’s most memorable tune. Rudolf watched with intense amusement.

“You can’t just stand there,” Alphonse said, spinning over to where Rudolf stood watching him. “Let’s waltz.”

“Alphonse, no, really,” Rudolf protested. “I have two left feet.”

“I don’t care,” Alphonse sang, smiling widely. “I just want to dance with you.” He positioned his hand on Rudolf’s waist and draped the businessman’s right hand on his shoulder.

“There’s not any music playing.”

��I’ll hum something,” Alphonse said. “I’ll lead this time.”

Rudolf hadn’t lied about having two left feet, but it didn’t detract from how much fun Alphonse was having. “Dum dum dum dum,” Alphonse hummed to the beat of a four count.

Even though under other circumstances he’d be mortified, Rudolf released his inhibitions and gave himself to the moment. This was actually quite lovely, a memory he’d cherish for many years to come. Alphonse pressed himself against the businessman, enjoying the feel of his slim body against Rudolf’s substantial belly.

They slowed after a few minutes of this exercise. Alphonse looked up into the face of the businessman. His face was so handsome, his strong jawline slightly hidden by a double chin.

“I want to kiss you,” Rudolf whispered gently. “I want to fuck you.”

Alphonse smiled, wanting nothing more than to be with Rudolf in this way as often as possible. The larger man grabbed Alphonse, kissing him as they moved over to the chesterfield sofa in the living room. Alphonse kicked off his shoes and sat on the cushions as Rudolf stood. Al unbuttoned the businessman’s pants. With the pressure of the latch no longer pressing against Rudolf’s meaty belly, it pushed forward freely.

Slightly embarrassed by his ever-growing paunch, his face reddened. “God, Rudolf. I love how sturdy you are,” Alphonse said, looking up at Rudolf’s face. “It makes me want you even more. I adore a man who likes my cooking.”

Rudolf smiled bashfully, placing his hand on the roundest part of his stomach. Alphonse was incredibly hard. He pushed Rudy’s dress shirt up and kissed the top of his belly, working his way down, nestling his nose for a moment in Rudolf’s dark pubic hair, breathing in his scent voraciously.

It was then, after months, Alphonse finally understood Dorian’s secret.

Alphonse pulled Rudolf’s cock from the confines of his undergarments and marveled at its length and thickness. Al licked the shaft before taking the head in his mouth. He held Rudolf’s balls in his hand, gently massaging them. The sensation of Alphonse’s mouth around his stiff penis caused Rudy’s hips to buck slightly. He held onto Alphonse’s hair gently. After weeks of lovemaking, Rudolf was shocked to realize there were still sexual acts to be discovered.

Alphonse stopped teasing Rudolf’s penis and sat up. He went to unbutton his pants when Rudolf simply tore them open. “I’ll buy you a hundred new suits.”

He tore open the jacket and the shirt as well, the buttons scattering across the sofa and hardwood flooring.

Rudolf’s generously proportioned member was slick with pre-cum and Alphonse’s spit. Alphonse rested his forearms on the side of the couch, his knees on the cushions. Rudolf climbed up behind him, the chesterfield creaking slightly. Alphonse looked back at him, his own penis leaking pre-cum. Al’s asshole was already slightly moist in anticipation of Rudolf entering him. The businessman placed the head of his cock near Al’s eager hole. Rudolf’s stomach lightly rubbed against the top of Alphonse’s firm, round butt. “Are you ready, Alphonse?” he asked, unable to wait any longer.

“Yes,” Alphonse said, exhaling in anticipation. Rudolf entered Alphonse slowly, moving his hips only slightly, not wanting to push Alphonse too quickly. “Please Rudolf—more—harder—!” Alphonse moaned. Rudolf grunted as he pushed a bit more forcefully. They were breathing rhythmically, perfectly in sync with one another. Alphonse couldn’t suspend orgasm any longer. He came all over the chesterfield. Rudolf went on for a few more moments before he finished as well. They sat back on the sofa, in a state of utter bliss.

“I love you,” Rudolf said, exhaling slowly, his body covered in a slight layer of perspiration.

“I love you too,” Alphonse said, smiling. He grabbed one of the buttons from his cream-colored dress shirt that was now ruined. “I really loved that suit as well.” Rudolf laughed loudly, incredibly tickled by Alphonse’s comment.

They gathered their clothing and went up to bed. They spent the majority of Sunday tangled together in the linens, only getting up to eat the meals Alphonse hastily prepared so that they could lay in bed once more as soon as possible.

There were many more events and outings that the couple attended together. And Rudolf had kept his word, making sure to purchase Alphonse the most luxurious clothing items. A year after they met, which was also Alphonse’s twentieth birthday, Rudolf presented the young man with a simple gold band, which matched one he’d purchased for himself. Even if it was only official to the two of them, they vowed to love each other for the rest of their lives, through thick and thin.

It was a promise they’d upheld with extreme veneration.

History books would say they were close friends, but Rudolph Blauvelt and Alphonse Jung were much closer than that. They were lovers. Partners. Husbands.

The End!

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colourstreakgryffin · 8 months

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Hello! I hope you’re doing alright, may I please request some Romantic headcanons for Kanao with a Male reader, who's perhaps Aoi’s brother but he stayed as a Demon Slayer, who has a crush on Kanao and cares about her (he never minded her bluntness, and was always ready to help her) but he's secretly jealous on how close she and Tanjiro got? Just some slight angst with plenty of fluff, but only if it's alright!

Ooh! I’m pretty sure I haven’t written for Kanao solely yet so this’ll be exciting to try out!

Tsuyuri Kanao- Sunflowers and Roses

Kanao doesn’t really have many actual friends. Sure, she has her adoptive sister and the girls of the Estate but they aren’t true friends in a level that you are and because of that, she highly values you. She met you when Shinobu brought in you and your younger sister, Aoi to work for the mansion but you trained under Shinobu to become a demon slayer

Kanao’s heart pitter patters with you. Is this what friendship feels like? She always asks her as she calmly listens to you talk. She doesn’t ever talk to anybody about her opinions on you as she has been conditioned to keep her mouth shut, though she can’t help but wonder if that feeling is normal for friends to have

Kanao patiently waits for you to return to the Estate and stares at your hand when you do. She wants to hold your hand, it makes her feel a strange warm feeling but she just can’t bring herself to ask so it is awkward silence for a few seconds before you take charge. She blushes and gasps everytime, no matter what

Kanao believes she views you as just a friend and the treatment you give her is viewed as positively normal when everybody else can clearly tell you don’t feel just friendship for the Tsuguko, you’re madly in love with her and you always tend to her, every injury. You’re there to care for her, whilst she is oblivious to your advances

Kanao loves making baked sweets for you but again, can’t gather the confidence to directly give you them so she leaves the tray in your room with a unspecified note. Aoi is usually the one who tells you that the gift is from Kanao and her friendly gestures enable your massive crush on her

Kanao is more than a bit insecure about your strong bond with her. Wouldn’t, a nice guy like you, get so sick of a annoying girl like her? Doesn’t have any emotions, so quiet and blunt, can’t decide for herself. She believes you deserve a much better close ally but she doesn’t want to hurt your feelings at all

Kanao doesn’t notice the way you glare angrily at her and Tanjiro spending time together, from behind her back. She just genuinely believes you’re completely fine with Tanjiro and she doesn’t believe you would care so much about her being close to another guy

It all crumbles down when you notice how Kanao stares lovestruck at Tanjiro. No… she’s in love with him?! You can’t take it. You’re so jealous that you can’t even bare to keep the fact you want to sock Tanjiro in the face for winning your crush’s attention so easy when she doesn’t even notice all your attempts

Kanao is concerned by the way you close yourself off from everybody, out of the blue and she is desperate to help you, like how you always helped her, but she doesn’t know what to do so she goes to Tanjiro and his friends, unaware that including them makes you more cold and hostile towards her

Her heart is broken at the way you bark at her to leave you alone. B-but… you’re best friends, don’t you think that? Are you angry at her? What did she do?

Kanao will figure out how to make you talk to her, one way or another. She truly cares for you, as much as you care for her and she really does value you to a extreme degree. You’re her only longest friend and you’ve always been her rock, her support

You have a very special place in her heart

“Dokusha… I don’t know what I said… look. You’re amazing and you’re so talented, you mean a lot to me and you’re my greatest friend. You’ve made me feel more… like a human being and whatever girl wins you as her husband, I’ll envy that girl. Because you are the whole package, Dokusha. Don’t forget that”

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thepharmac1st · 2 years

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A/n: this is one of my most recent works during my shadowban.

Movie night

kinktober day 4 (I missed the other three)

Summary: Steve invites his boyfriend to watch a movie together with him, away from the party he's throwing to spend a little alone time with him.

Those under sixteen and or use shelher or she/they pronouns DNI.

SoftTop!Steve Harrington x Bottom!Male reader

A/n: I haven't written in a while so this is really bad but I want to get a day in for kinktober.

Steve really knew how to throw a party, but their wasn't a point in coming it you barley knew anyone. You weren't much of a social butterfly and people didn't seem to like you personality. It was a wonder that Steve fell for you sometimes, considering your differences.

But you wished sometimes he could accept that you didn't like being around other people as much as he did.

You needed a escape and you found yourself making your way to Steve’s room to hide until someone almost died doing some dumb shit while drunk so they gotta stop the party.

When making your way up the stares you swore you could hear someone behind you, but you decided to ignore it. You nearly screamed when you felt a hand wrap around your waist, pulling your body close to theres, a hand finding it’s way over your mouth before you can. "Sorry, did I scare you?" The voice behind you whisper into you ear.

You looked back at Steve, a grin plastered on his face that slowly turned sheepish when your eyebrows furrowed. He removed his hand from your mouth and went down to kiss you, which you tried to pull away from but you were too late. His tongue slid against yours, rubbing against eachother as Steve made a effort to make you feel hot.

Your hands found its way to his face and you quickly broke the kiss, panting heavily.

“Too much already?” He asked, diving back for another kiss which you rejected again, this time succeeding.

“Steve were near people..” You mumbled, eyes darting around for anyone in view who might have seen your heated kiss.

“Yeah, I know I know,” he said licking his lips, “I just haven’t seen you since the party started and I missed you.” He gave you a genuine smile this time, but his hands went up your shirt.

“How about me and you,” he started, hands now gripping at your flesh, “Go ditch this party for a while and spend some time with me, maybe watch a movie.

“I don’t know, wouldn’t it be weird if ‘King Steve’ left his own party to go be alone with his ‘best friend’,” you said quirking a eyebrow.

His head dropped onto your shoulder, inhaling your scent. “I could give less of a shit, he said, tongue flat against your neck as he licked upward, giving it a small kiss before his body parted from yours.

His hand wrapped around your wrist as he led you to his bedroom, locking the door behind him.

You were pushed to the bed in second, your dick already starting to press against your jeans at the thought of him inside of you and you were praying he decided not to tease you tonight.

But your thoughts were completely wrong as he joined you and grabbed the television remote, turning on the tv. The moment you sat up straight he went straight to cuddle you, squeezing you tightly.

Though you knew he was trying his best to seem like his actions were pure, you could feel his coco pressing against your ass and you knew you were gonna be sore later.

Part two

#steve harrington #Steve Harrington x male reader smut #Steve Harrington x male reader #x male reader #x male reader smut #x top steve Harrington #x bottom male reader #x bottom reader

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yourejinx · 2 years

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// Let me in // (Azriel x Fem.reader x OC ?)

A/N: this is something very new to me, something that i'm still trying out so bear with me. I've got this idea to bring other characters to a side Azriel story, sometimes following the events from the books sometimes not.

I honestly don't know where i'm going with this tho, should I make a series? I just do this out of fun.

SUMMARY: Destiny is a cruel thing, bringing together two people who seem to still be hung up in the past.

SIDE NOTE: English is not my first language so I apologize for any grammar mistakes.

Pilot ( Vol. 0)

My heartbeat was pounding loudly in my ears by the time I reached the east front of the battlefield. Bodies piled up in every direction, rotten corpses both fae and human alike. I scanned through all of their faces, most of them Illyrian and Loyalists but I could make broken pieces of the porcelain battle-worn masks of some of my people that were peaking up from the gore and mud.

War has never been pretty, I've experienced it first-hand when I was just five years old. Our village's part of a great island splitted into five main territories, always in the verge of battle with its neighbour villages. I thought i knew what to expect of this, having seeing it as a child, but truth be told no amount of training could prepare me for this, searching familiar faces –his face– among the dead.

As I made my way through the field of shredded wings and wrong angled limbs another warrior came into view. I braced myself for any threat but he seemed to be doing exactly the same as I was. He looked exhausted, wings dropped and almost dragging against the soil with each step. His eyes met mine and I tightened the hold on my blade, although worn out the power beating behind those violets eyes was enough to startle me. He took me in, my clothing, my blade, my mask, and opted to so very slowly rise up his palms. I didn't loose my grip.

"Hey.." he whispered, voice rasped "you're from Thera" he pointed at my mask "we're– we're allies. I'm Rhysand, son to the High Lord of the Night Court"

"Prythian..." I muttered " your father summoned us here"

"Yes, you were supposed to be further south. How did you end up here?" He asked looking at the dead around us.

Exhaustion quickly turned into cold rage as the memories of what happened flodded my mind.

"We were betrayed" I said as a red half piece of mask catched my eye a few feet away. Resembling the god of the sun in red and gold, Asta's mask. My heart sunk to my feet and I didn't dare move toward it, fearing I could never shake the image of his lifeless eyes off my mind.

The male, Rhysand, followed my sight for a moment before I averted my gaze back to him. Something like understanding danced in his eyes.

"Family?"

I didn't answer.

"You should go back, re-agroup. The war is over" he said gently.

"There's no one left on my flank" my reply came out harsher than i expected. I put the blade back into its sheath across my back.

"I'm sorry" he offered and paused for a moment "we can look for them together"

I hadn't seen anyone alive in miles, and didn't posses the strenght to look for my best friend's body. Almost the entire village had come answering the call for help, except for the Great Lord, the counsil, the ill, and of course women and children. Home will most likely hold a different meaning by the end of the slaughter.

I took a look around, then at the defeat written all over Rhysand's face. He seemed genuine and was looking for his people as well. I had nothing left on that battlefield and yet I took a step in his direction.

"Alright" was all I said as I offered him a can of water, all that was left of it. He hesitated for a second before he took it.

"Thank you..." Rhysand said after chuking down all the content of the can "I didn't catch your name"

"Y/N... It's Y/N" I responded walking beside him.

"Y/N..." he breathed. And we kept moving across the field in shared silence.

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I remember the first time I saw Azriel, tall and brooding and extremely handsome. Where his brother, Cassian, was all banter and loud laughter, Azriel was all discret rare smiles and low rasped laughs. His shadows were the first thing to draw my attention, fascinating as they were; still I didn't miss the look of distrust he gave me when Rhys first introduced me to the Inner Circle. The kind of look you give to someone you know nothing about, as if they held a secret agenda.

I couldn't blame him, little was known about Thera thanks to the many protector spells that spread all around the Island. Even the words that got out to the world were mere rumors. The High Lords of Prythian barely ever looked in our direction if not for cases of extreme need of our forces, like in the war against the Loyalists. Thera was ancient, much more older than Prythian or Hybern, and as all arcaic things it refused to be open to the world, keeping all its secrets inside the territory.

Azriel was wary for months, always on alert, always watching as the great spy master he was. There was probably very few people that could rival his talent, even fewer that could notice the shadowsinger before he was out of sight again, but somehow I always knew where to look at, where to find him. I didn't let him know that.

Back in Thera all children born with blessings were trained from a very young age to become great ninjas, warriors,sorcerers...and those who presented some specific talents were admited in the most prestige training academy of the village to become a part of the Elite force that guarded the secrets of our territory. Asta and I had been the youngest ninja to ever be admited in with the Myrajh, the group that possesed the skill sets to make an entire Empire fall in one night. I was used to always be on alert, and to notice even the slightest of things most would ignore.

It took longer for Azriel to trust me than the rest, Mor and Cassian almost inmediatly falling into jokes and banter with me after just one look at their now High Lord and the trust he seemed to had put in me. Amren wasn't so chatty but she gave off this aura of silent respect as she nodded once in my direction. It was like she had known me, or the hidden truths behind my people; wether she knew or not, she didn't say anything about it.

Now, almost five centuries later, I sit with them at the table in the living space of the House of Wind discussing what to do next. Rhys had gone Under The Mountain nine years ago and things weren't going as smoothly as we thought, the discontent has settled heavy amongst the people across Prythian, even here in Velaris. Not to mention the stoll it takes everyday from our group just at the thought of what he must be enduring there. Alone. Rhys was my first friend ever outside Thera, and the only one who understood me, even when I kept things for myself. He gave me a purpose after the War, something to look foward to when I had lost everything, and I had failed him. Left him alone when he needed me most, left him go on his own to what surely was a trap.

"Stop." Amren spoke to me, and the heated argument between Mor and Cassian died. "You go awfully quiet when you're plotting something, you look like Azriel" she said and I lifted my eyes to meet the shadowsinger's brieftly soft stare before turning to her. "Whatever it is, stop it. You can not go there."

I closed my fingers in a fist beneath the table.

"I'm not needed here, Amren. But I can do something, I'm good at infiltrating, let me go get him back. It's been too long."

"Don't say that —" Cassian started but Amren cut him right in.

"What would you do then? Let's say you succesfully infiltrate that horrid fortress, we don't know if the wards they put in are going to drain you from your power before you can even put a feet inside." In her grey eyes something dangerous danced as she said to me " If they get to you, all of Rhysand's efforts to keep this place safe, to keep us safe go to shit for nothing. He suffers for nothing."

"I can't just sit and do nothing." it's eating me alive, i almost added.

"You keep the Court borders safe, you keep this people safe. You travel from one point of the Court to the other and beyond making sure everything stays in order and that no one forgets about their High Lord. You think I don't know where you go off to when you're not in Velaris?" She deadpan looked at me.

I cut a glance across the table at Azriel. The shadowsinger sat very still next to Mor. Has he been reporting to her?

"You do more than enough." The blonde spoke softly, all trace of previous frustration gone "We need you here, Rhys needs you here"

I didn't let the pain show on my face as I rose to my feet. "Are we done here?" I asked to no one in particular. Amren nodded. "I'll return to the west cost border tomorrow afternoon."

And with that I took off, back to the Town House.

Everyone joined in for dinner at the house a couple of hours later. I was already sitting on a small couch in the corner of the living room, beside the window, a pile of spell books next to me and a bowl of hot noodle soup in my hands. I was too preocupied with learning anything that might be of use against Amarantha to join them in the kitchen, besides that not so subtle strange bond between the two Illyrians and Mor always made me a little uncomfortable. It got me feeling some type of way and I didn't like it.

I averted my gaze from the trio hanging out in the kitchen back to my books and decided that it was better to continue my searching somewhere more... quiet. I drank the last bit of soup before grabbing the pile and made my way to the rooftop. The chill night breeze welcomed me as I settled myself against a cushioned chair and rised my feet to rest on top of the banister; even Velaris, as beautiful as it was, looked more dull without Rhys. Not so many stars shone in the sky as if the city itself was mourning their High Lord.

I must of lost track of time up there and fell asleep, cause next thing I know I abruptly opened my eyes and in a swift motion got my hunting knife directed at the neck of whoever stood in front of me. Hazel eyes full of surprise greeted me and I lowered the knife in realization, calming the thunder of my heartbeat. Azriel. He was reaching down to the forgotten book in my lap.

"Fuck Az, don't creep out on me ever again." I muttered.

His eyes softened at me apologetically and he grabed the book, setting it back down on the small table next to us.

"You can't keep doing this to yourself" he spoke so low that I couldn't tell if it was him or the shadows speaking. "work yourself to exhaustion. It's not your fault what happened to Rhysand"

I opened my mouth but before I could retort he spoke again. "He didn't let me come either, it's useless to point the blame at ourselves, it was his call."

A small shaky sigh escaped my lips "It's just...I can't help to feel like I failed him. I owe him everything, Az."

"I know" he said and griped my right hand in his scarred one. It was warm even in the chilly winter night. "You still have us, you know? We'll figure it out"

A promise. It was rare to see this side of the shadowsinger but I always knew how kind he was behind the tough exterior. We were alike in more ways that I cared to admit, and sometimes he even reminded me of Asta. But it was painful to think about it, and cruel.

I lifted my eyes from our hands not knowing how close we were standing next to each other, I could feel his breath caresing my cheek. Azriel has always had this sort of magnetic pull that drawn me in. It made me uneasy at times. I opened my mouth to thank him, unable to take my eyes off of his own when I felt it. An explosion of night dust and starlight snaped inside of me, and the realization of what it was had me recoiling in horror. It must have been written all over my face 'cause Azriel's look was one of concern.

"What is it? What's wrong?" he asked but didn't try to reach me again.

He hadn't felt it then. I didn't stop to think if It was a good thing or not as I shoved that thing inside until I could barely sense it. I couldn't deal with it right now.

"Nothing, I remembered that I need to be elsewhere. Goodnight." I breathed the pathetic excuse before winnowing away from the house. From him.

My mate. Azriel was my mate.

#acotar #acotar fandom #azriel shadowsinger #azriel #azriel x reader #acotar fanfiction #fae #acomaf #cassian #rhysand #azriel fanfic #pro azriel #acotar series #elain archeron

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cinnajun · 2 years

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ᵕ̈ ೫˚∗: if we were in a drama | pjs

summary | as always, you and your friend, jisung, plan a sleepover to begin a new drama together. and, as always, you have to pause halfway through the second episode so you can go through your new-drama-ritual.

genre | park jisung x reader, friends-but-not-friends in the romantic way, fluff

wc | 1.1k

a/n: rn i’m really into the whole you’re more than friends but not dating trope…also does anyone else do this when they watch dramas

GIVEN THE OPPORTUNITY, you were sure Jisung would kill you right now. He would rip your phone out of your hands, throw it against the wall, and push you off his seventh-story balcony.

“Googling it spoils it for me too, you know!” he exclaimed, reaching for your phone as best he could. You jerked your hand back, rolling over onto your stomach and half-dangling off the bed. With a sigh, he gave up on his conquest, but that didn’t cease his complaining. “I mean, come on, who googles the first-kiss episode every single time they watch a drama?”

“Me, I do,” you said, frantically typing ‘when do they kiss’ into the search bar, followed by the name of the drama. Instantly, several YouTube videos and articles popped up, each with ‘kiss scene’ in the title. “Aha! Episode—”

“Shut up!” Jisung exclaimed, wrapping his arms around your waist. With a tug, you were sitting up on the bed again, pressed up against his chest. You mumbled a string of incoherencies, wrenching yourself from his grasp and turning to face him.

“I don’t see your issue. I mean, it’s not like the kiss episode spoils the plot or anything, so why lose your mind? It’s setting a precedent, a goal to achieve before we stop watching and go to bed,” you argued, frowning. He gave you an unimpressed look, rolling his eyes. You scoffed, crossing your arms. “Plus, the timing of the kiss scene is important. I mean, nobody wants to see one two episodes in, but nobody wants to wait for ten episodes. Right?”

“Right, okay, but wouldn’t you rather be surprised?”

“No, because I’ll be disappointed when the perfect-kiss-threshold passes and no kissing has happened yet. I need to know if this’ll be worth my time.”

“Oh yeah? When’s the perfect-kiss-threshold?”

“End of episode six to episode eight, obviously. Any earlier and things are no fun, and any later and things are boring,” you replied, talking as if this was some sort of scholarly information and that everybody should know your opinions on the pacing of dramas.

Jisung stared at you for a moment, a small smile forming on his face. His cheeks began to tinge a red color, and his ears were bright red, but that didn’t stop him from reaching for his goal.

“So, if we were in a drama, when would our kiss scene be?”

Ignoring the implications of the question, mostly for the sake of avoiding melting into a puddle of lovey-dovey-ness, you took it more seriously and genuinely contemplated it.

“Well, assuming you’d ever measure up to be the main male lead,” you mused, tapping your chin a couple of times. “I think we’d pass the threshold. God, we probably wouldn’t kiss until, like, eleven or twelve. We’d have a terribly boring drama.”

Jisung seemed appalled at your answer, maybe even a bit offended. “Seriously? What gives you that impression?”

Before you could stop yourself, you answered, “I mean, look at our relationship now.”

“What about it?”

“Are you kidding me? We’ve done just about every couple thing other than kiss. We go grocery shopping together, we hold hands whenever we walk anywhere together, we watch dramas and cuddle up together for hours at a time. We’d be the drama couple that goes fast but doesn’t want to admit it. The type to act like a married couple before we even called each other boyfriend and girlfriend.”

God, you wished you could keep your mouth shut. The moment you finished your tangent, you could feel your cheeks burning up, and you could see Jisung blushing even worse than before. He reached up and scratched his neck as if he was unsure how to respond to your slightly-too-real analysis of your relationship.

He shuffled around on the bed, returning to his position under the covers with his back against pillows propped up by the headboard. You stared at him for a second, loathing the silence between you before you did the same, feeling a sudden awkwardness with being near him.

“I mean, did you want to be boyfriend and girlfriend? Because, like, I’m not opposed, but…”

“I dunno, it’s kinda fun just being us, labelless and happy. Right? A couple of friends, pretending like they do normal friend things on a daily basis.”

Jisung slung an arm over your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. You leaned your head on his shoulder, cuddling up against his side and feeling comfortable in his warmth. “I mean, a kiss carries a lot of meaning. A lot of commitment.”

“No, you’re right. We’d have to be, like, really sure if we were gonna go that far,” Jisung agreed, flinching slightly when you wrapped your hands around his waist. There was something nice about not being in a relationship but still being romantically involved with one another. Especially since you were tied up in the same friend group and would be teased to high heaven if things became official.

It made you happy, being with him and living in the moment. Never rushing, never going too fast, just being wrapped up in your togetherness.

“I think we’d make a bad drama,” you finally said, focusing on the soft-yet-nervous pattern of Jisung’s breathing. “It’d be too indecisive and slow.”

“Yeah, I think so too,” he agreed, picking up the remote that he’d put down on his bedside table. “So, what episode do they kiss?”

“Seven. Right in the middle of the threshold,” you said, a deep sense of satisfaction pooling in your stomach. You could’ve giggled out of happiness for your current situation if you were brave enough. “I think we could make it by three in the morning if we played our cards right. It’s, what, 10? Yeah, three in the morning.”

“Is that factoring in differing episode lengths?”

“No, just rough estimates.”

“Well, let’s promise that we’ll go to sleep at three,” he suggested, leaning his head atop your own. “And we’ll forget about this ever happening. Deal?”

“Absolute deal.”

Jisung pressed play on the episode, but you weren’t lost on him turning his head ever-so-slightly, planting a small kiss on your forehead to signify just a little bit of commitment. To plant a little hope that, one day, you’ll reach your episode twelve and take the full leap. But, for now, you’d watch your drama and be happy as “friends.”

thank you for reading!

#cinna.nct #nct dream x reader #nct x reader #nct dream fluff #nct dream scenario #nct dream imagine #park jisung x reader #jisung x reader #jisung x you #jisung fluff #jisung scenarios #jisung imagines #nct scenarios #nct imagines #req

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niigata-division · 9 days

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Happy Pride Month!

Happy Pride Month everyone! Hope you all are doing okay! Be safe and have fun celebrating! You matter and who you love and who/what you identify as matters as well! ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜💖

Well, I did this last year for my teams so it's time to do it again with my new team! So this year in celebration, I decided to reveal the romantic and sexual orientation of Valor Guard! I hope you enjoy them, and I apologize if I unintentionally offend someone.

— Seiji

Demiromantic Bisexual

After the death of his wife, Seiji is reluctant to open his heart to anyone, because he feels like doing so would be a betrayal to his wife who he loved fiercely despite their differences. If he were to fall in love again Seiji would prefer to form an emotional connection with the person beforehand and only then will Seiji open his scarred heart to the person.

On the matters of sex, before he got together and married his wife Seiji had experimented with his sexuality sleeping with multiple males and females, especially during his delinquent days. He finds both genders sexually attractive but he tends to lean more towards women but would not say no to sleeping with a male. Nowadays though he’s much too busy with his job and raising his daughter than trying to figure out where his next lay will come from.

— Lyall

Demiromantic Omnisexual

Lyall is pretty guarded romantically in no part due to his former status as a model and actor with many people only wanting to date him just so they could say they they managed to get the Lyall Shiba’s attention. That being said Lyall has only had romantic feelings for a handful of people in his life before. The first was a strange homeless teen by the name of “Momoka” which ended up with Lyall being nearly murdered. The second person Lyall has ever had feelings for is Kaoru Shinozaki of Edogawa what started as a one-night stand has spiraled into romantic attraction for the genius hacker. Recently though Lyall has started to gain feelings for his old friend and fellow homicide detective Joey Kurusu of Kanazawa something that surprises him but if given the chance he would go for it.

On the matters of sex, Lyall does not care what gender a person identifies as having slept around with all sorts of people during his time as a model and actor. If Lyall found them attractive and they consented Lyall was willing to sleep with them and give them the best night of their lives. Nowadays though since becoming a homicide detective Lyall is more focused on solving cases than sleeping around but he’d be lying if he didn't say he wanted to see Kaoru naked in his bed again.

— Ayumu

Demiromantic Demisexual

After how his first marriage to his ex-wife ended Ayumu is weary of dating again. That along with the fact several people have only dated him for his family's money has left Ayumu reluctant about letting down the walls around his heart to anyone. Though it seems like Shisuta Heisha of Ueno wormed her way inside despite that and Ayumu has genuinely developed romantic feelings for the nun. Now if only he could confess those feelings.

On the matters of sex, Ayumu feels the same way about sex as he does about love. He’s not looking to sleep around with just anyone and would like to know a person beforehand for a while and then decide if he can trust them before taking them to bed, which is unlikely.

#hypnosis microphone #hypnosis mic #hypmic #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic oc #niigata division #valor guard #seiji tsukimoto #lyall shiba #ayumu hayami #pride month #headcanons

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twistedappletree · 8 months

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Hiiii apple is it okay to ask for a bit of the sect leader fic? It’s so exciting to see the babies grown up lolol i can’t wait to read 🩵🩵

As the lovely person who gave me the fic idea, you absolutely can Koi-Koi 😘

I think you’ll like this part. It takes place 6 months after Jin Ling and Lan Jingyi officially become sect leaders and Lan Sizhui leaves to travel and cultivate with Wen Ning.

However, Lan Sizhui never contacts either of them after promising to keep in touch and the only information they’ve received about his wellbeing has been from Hanguang-Jun, who simply says, “He’s fine” every time they ask.

So Jin Ling pesters Lan Jingyi to play Inquiry because he’s afraid something bad has happened to Lan Sizhui.

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“Can’t you just trust Hanguang-Jun?”

“I need to know for myself.”

Lan Jingyi sighed and sat cross legged on the ground, setting his guqin over his lap. The quiet sounds of the forest and the chill of the night air made him feel lonely, despite Jin Ling nervously pacing back and forth beside him. “You do realize you’re basically asking me to contact my best friend as if he’s dead, right?”

Jin Ling stopped pacing and frowned. “I don’t like it any better than you do which is why I’d rather rule out the possibility.”

“Hanguang-Jun wouldn’t lie,” Lan Jingyi countered.

“And he also has no way of knowing where Sizhui is every minute of every day.” Jin Ling hugged himself as a cold breeze rushed past him, his mind wandering to the memory of Lan Sizhui disappearing into the horizon when his boat left the docks of Jinlintai. “A lot can happen in a minute.”

“Fine,” said Lan Jingyi, “But I’m doing all the talking whether it’s Sizhui or not. Last thing we need is you scaring off spirits with your attitude.”

Jin Ling rolled his eyes and plopped down next to him, keeping his arms crossed and his nose upturned. “Whatever. Let’s just get it over with already.”

Lan Jingyi took a deep breath before plucking the notes of Inquiry on his guqin. Though his spiritual energy was nowhere near as strong as Hanguang-Jun’s, his guqin language had come quite a long way in his short six months as a sect leader.

As the world around them ignited in glowing hues of teal and ghostly blue, Jin Ling stared intensely at the guqin’s strings, almost willing them to stay silent. He knew the best response would be no response at all, so he genuinely hoped nothing would come of this night.

“Okay,” Lan Jingyi said. “Time to start aski—“

The guqin’s strings hummed involuntarily, the notes sounding both determined and desperate. Tendrils of spiritual energy reached out like waiting arms to Jin Ling who stumbled back in shock. The tendrils soon retreated back to the guqin, not strong enough to pursue him.

“What—why is it doing that?” Jin Ling’s eyes darted around, looking equally perplexed and mortified.

More notes rang from the guqin and Lan Jingyi furrowed his brow at Jin Ling. “Don’t be scared,” he translated. “They’re talking directly to you.” He’d never encountered such an intensely talkative spirit before. Whoever it was seemed insistent on speaking to Jin Ling.

“Could… could it be…” Jin Ling frowned, wondering if they’d made contact with one of his late family members instead.

Lan Jingyi seized a quiet moment between the spirit’s contact to ask quick, basic questions: are you male or female? Male. How old are you? Twenty. Are you a relative? No. Are you a friend? Yes. Where are you? Too far. I can’t reach you.

When Lan Jingyi translated the last question’s answer, Jin Ling’s mind was invaded by a flashback of his recurring dream—Lan Sizhui bleeding from his qiqiao, eyes plagued with horror while saying, I can’t reach you over and over.

Jin Ling almost fell over scrambling towards the guqin. “Sizhui?!”

Lan Jingyi protectively held his arms over his guqin’s strings the second he saw Jin Ling reaching for them. “Are you insane?! Don’t touch them in the middle of Inquiry, you’ll mess it up!”

A weak but willful tendril of spiritual energy gently snaked its way around Jin Ling’s hand and through his fingers before disappearing into the night air. Soon, all of the spiritual energy around them absorbed into the earth and the guqin fell silent.

Jin Ling’s face hovered above the guqin’s strings, lips trembling and eyes wide, glazed with oncoming tears. “Bring him back,” he whispered hoarsely. He narrowed his eyes and lunged at Lan Jingyi, aggressively grabbing him by his robe’s lapels. “Bring him back!”

Lan Jingyi grimaced and clutched Jin Ling’s wrists, ripping his hands away from him. “Will you calm down?! We don’t even know if that was him!”

“It was!” Jin Ling finally broke into tears. “It was him, Jingyi, I know it was! You need… you need to bring him back. Play Inquiry again and bring him back!”

“I can’t! If it was him, he’s the one who broke communication! Spiritual energy can only last so long, do so much. If I try to bring him back now, he’ll be too weak to communicate—“

“Then what’s the point?!” Jin Ling drove his fist into the ground with enough force to make a small crater in the dirt. His hair fell into his face and his entire body quaked with a mess of complicated emotions.

Lan Jingyi frowned and sat up straight, slowly covering his guqin in its cloth. “Look… I know it’s frustrating but we can’t force this. We need to give ourselves—we need to give him a break. We can try again tomorrow, okay?”

Jin Ling stayed silent for a moment longer. He wiped his face with his sleeve then pushed himself to his feet, too exhausted by his outburst to argue. “Fine.”

Lan Jingyi watched him turn and walk away without another word, leaving him alone in the woods with his guqin and a few remnants of spiritual energy flickering on the ground. He looked down at his guqin and furrowed his brows. “You’re not dead,” he whispered. “I know you aren’t. So don’t mess around next time.”

Lan Jingyi tucked his guqin under his arm as he rose to his feet and took one last glance at the fading energy peppering the earth’s soil. “You left me too, remember?”

•

Lan Sizhui opened his mouth to call his name but he had no voice to call him with. Lan Jingyi was nothing but a silhouette in a thick haze that turned and disappeared, leaving Lan Sizhui surrounded by a never ending, impenetrable fog.

Finally, the last of his energy depleted and broke him out of his dreamlike state. Lan Sizhui was pummeled back into reality, lying on the cold damp floor of a cave surrounded by a magical cage. He was too weak to sit up but he knew he’d be free soon. He just had to hold on a bit longer.

“I’m sorry.”

#mdzs #the untamed #mo dao zu shi #jin ling #jin rulan #lan jingyi #lan sizhui #lan wangji #he’s mentioned at least lmao #fic wip #answered asks #koiblossoms #Jingyi’s last line basically hints at him feeling a bit put out by LSZ trying so hard to contact JL but not him #because he’s still in the dark about JL and LSZ’s relationship #and LSZ was able to basically take over the inquiry session because of his spiritual energy being stronger than LJY’s #even when he’s trapped #my baby prodigy he’s best boy fr 🥺💕#anyway not gonna spoil everything obviously #but I love this scene because it shows LJY and JL’s friendship #that they’ve become close enough that LJY is willing to play inquiry to ease his anxiety #but a part of him was definitely also curious if something had happened to LSZ #KOI KOI IM SO EXCITED FOR YOU TONREAD THIS WHEN ITS FINISHED AHHHH #apple fics 🍎#disclaimer that this hasn’t been edited #so it’s subject to change when I proof read everything #also before I forget #LSZ found a way to contact them through dreaming when they play inquiry #which is what that last part is about #innovative BABY BOY I love him sm

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Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....Thanks...

uhm yes!!! i love asks like this 🩵 thank you for asking. i’ll probably just do anime cause i haven’t watched anything else in awhile but black widow,loki and spider-man would be honorable mentions. also sorry this took sooooo long. also sorry i didn’t do 10 my brain doesn’t work the last few months.

levi ackerman- i love levi obviously. but one of my favorite things about him is the juxtaposition of his personality being that he’s incredibly kind-hearted && cares about doing what’s right while also being gruff and rude and cold. i think both sides of his personality being kind of opposite but also so truly who he is is really cool and way more interesting that a cookie cutter golden retriever hero. i also just love the way he carries himself and his overall demeanor, plus him being humanities strongest and although he’s confident in his abilities and doesn’t deny them he’s never arrogant.

megumi fushiguro- of course my top 3 boys are in this. megumi is similar to levi in the sense he has this more aloof demeanor while maintaining such a kind heart. megumi is interesting in the way he holds his values, saving people selfishly. i think he’s a bit morally grey in the sense that he makes decisions based on what he thinks is right rather than what everyone else thinks is right. but he also has this kind heart, and deeply cares for his friends.

satoru gojo- satoru is really such a complex character and people kind of see him as one note which i don’t think is true at all. satoru is the strongest, i think what immediately drew me to him is most characters in media i see like that are kind of like the opposite of his carefree/goofy personality and i found that cool to see right off the bat. he clearly cares about his students and wants what’s best for them, wanting to create a better society for them so that what happened to his best friend doesn’t happen again. that said, he’s also arrogant and cocky and doesn’t take shit. he’s very complex, i think he’s often mischaracterized because of his goofiness when i just think he has many layers and attributes and when looking at them all together he’s an extremely amazing character.

armin arlert- i’ve spoken about this before but armin is my second favorite aot character. i don’t talk about him often cause i don’t like simp for him. but from a purely character standpoint i love armin. his growth throughout the series and the way he sticks to his values throughout while also coming to be a leader is amazing to see. he was always loyal, kind, empathetic and genuinely cared about doing the right thing. plus that brain of his is fascinating.

rishe (7th time loop)- i know this is a romance anime, and it only just started but damn if i don’t wanna be her so bad. one of my favorite things about her is how absolutely badass she is while retaining her femininity. i often find that people are unable to write strong/capable female characters without making them masculine which isn’t a bad thing for woman to masculine but the implication that one is only strong because of masculinity is misogynistic. so i love rishe, she can do so much, she’s never afraid to stand up for what she believes in, and she can fight on her own yet she still likes to dress up and gets excited over jewelry and things.

zuko- idk if people consider atla anime but i love zuko and his entire arc throughout the show is probably one of my favorite arcs of any character. you could always tell from the very beginning that underneath that anger was just a kid who wanted to prove himself to his dad. i don’t think he was ever a bad person, and thank god he had iroh (honorable mention cause who tf doesn’t love iroh?) to remind him of that. but yeah, seeing his journey from villian to hero AND the journey of acceptance of himself was just amazing to me.

eren yeager- controversial probably but i think that eren was an extremely well written character from the very beginning. i won’t go into much detail for him but i think his arc from beginning to end is one of the best written arcs in fiction that i have yet to see. isayama did a great job of turning him into a villian.

other honorable mentions that i didn’t wanna write paragraphs for lol : hange, light yagami, vash, suki and sasha.

#bee talks<3

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