WRITE YOUR HEART OUT!

𐔌 mini ᶻz!⌇ 8teen ⌇ blk⌇.ᐟ 𐦯

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bunny reader x wolf!konig

riddled with the longing of your presence, it was only fate the way satoru pounced on you when you entered his dorm. his face pressed into the valley of your neck, breathing you in. “missed you…” he murmured, a hint of whining lingering in his voice.

his hands travel from holding your shoulders, down to your waist. his code was long forgotten, the cursor blinking while waiting for him to attend to it. but his girlfriend is here. he had better things to do.

his fingers tug your shirt above your head, your bra being unclipped by you. “you don’t know how miserable i was without you.” he whimpers, kissing down your sternum to your navel. a thin trail of saliva leaves proof of his affection.

he looks up at you with wide eyes, unbuttoned your jeans. his pout made you feel a bit regretful of your departure from him; but you knew he would make up for lost time.

alexei helps bobby get his lover back. (they made a mistake)

robert didn’t try to forget you. no. you were the love of his life. you stood with him and his addiction until it almost killed you, literally.

“show us the worst ones.” when yelena requested the worst rooms in robert’s mind, he wasn’t worried about the times his dad put hands on him or when he was cracked out on meth at work.

it was the argument that tore he and you apart.

“alexei, no!” robert pushes alexei before he could hit you with a blow, hitting his past self with a punch. “but the crazy lady is screaming at you!” “i deserved it!”

robert sat in his corner in the tower, settled in his beanbag with his phone and milkshake. after drinking the last of his shake, his mind wandered to the emptiness of his life. the void wasn’t in his system, so this was a different kind of hurt. the empty void of love.

he found himself to your page. you still lived in a dingy apartment but you looked healthier. you had apparently been working at a vet not to far from your place (found from robert’s research). and you looked the same, prettier than ever.

“what are we doing?” yelena leans on the back of his beanbag, looking at his phone. “ooo, who’s this?” she takes his phone. “hey!” she stands up before he could reach for it. “what a beaut…haven’t i seen her before?” she scrolls a bit far. “oh! oh…” she looks back at him, giving him his phone. “why do you torture yourself like this?” he gives her a pathetic smile. “it eases my mind that she’s doing okay…”

she shakes her head. “it never ends out good, robert. you have to let her go.”

“do not listen to her, bobby.” a booming russian voice interjects. “chase that woman of your dreams. she is for you.” alexei walks into his corner, poking at robert’s chest. “no, yelena is right.”

“yelena is a fool!”

“hey!”

“sorry. but she doesn’t know what she’s talking about. i am what people call cupid.” he pauses. “just you wait, bobby-boy.” he walks off with a smile.

yelena and bob watch, bob with confusion. “he’s going to be cupid.” yelena sighs.

it’s been weeks since that encounter. bobby has been hanging on to any type of update from you. whether it be a post you liked so he can note what you still like, or a story post of you and your friends going out.

the elevator doors open, alexei stepping out. “and this is where we stay.” he chuckles. “i’ll introduce you to everybody. yelena!” robert peeks his head out to see who he was talking to.

“fuck.” he gasps, hiding under his beanbag. “what the hell, alexei?” he grumbles under his breath.

“yes, papa?” the woman with poorly dyed hair walks down the spiral of stairs, her eyes locking onto you. “what is she doing here?” “she’s our new intern!” alexei exclaims, winking. “no, no.” she rushes down the stairs. “i’m sorry about all this. he’s a little crazy.” she guides you back to the elevator. “nonsense! we still have people to meet.” alexei pulls you out of her grasp, dragging you to a window. “and this,” he pulls the man from under the beanbag to his feet. “is bobby!”

“robert?!”

“i swear i have nothing to do with this.” he rushes to explain himself. “i told him not to.”

“what the fuck!”

“i’m sorry!” he steps to you. “he did this on his own. i-i had no part in this.”

“it’s true. alexei is an idiot.”

“i am not! i am cupid!”

“cupid—you’ve to be kidding me.” you take your arm out of the russian’s hold, stomping to the elevator.

“wait! wait!” yelena stops you, closing in on you. “you were just trying to get me to leave and now you want me to stay?”

“just hear me out.” she waits for a rebuttal but continues when none is spoken. “i know you and bob have some…history together,”

“you don’t even know the half of it.”

“yes, that is true. but he has changed. a lot from what he’s told us.”

“did he pay you to say that?”

“please. just give him another chance.”

you look over to the corner that robert had holed himself in. he was fidgeting with his sleeves, embarrassed and anxious about alexei’s cupid services.

robert sits in front of you, playing with the cloth on his knees. “hi.”

no response.

“first, i-i’d like to say i had no idea this was happening. and i’m sorry.”

you raise a brow.

“actually i’m sorry for a lot of things. this and being…a child rather than a boyfriend to you.” he swallows. “it wasn’t fair to you…the way i acted. half the time i wasn’t even in my mind when i did it but it doesn’t make it better. i-i’m clean. almost…2 or 3 years, i think. well it wasn’t my choice for the first two but—”

“i get it. carry on.”

he nods sheepishly. “right, sorry. what i’m getting at here is that…i’m not that same boy anymore. i’m getting better. and i technically have a place now instead of a crackhouse.”

you snort.

“what?” he laughs.

“we have some good memories there.”

“you mean when craig had the place raided after making terroristic threats to a police officer?” you throw your head back with a cackle. “he was still running his mouth even in handcuffs.”

bob smiles. “yeah…he was.”

was this real? his cheek were hot the longer his eyes were on you. bob had many different fantasies about how his atonement would go, most of them bad. this was reality. you were in front of him, laughing instead of screaming your vocal cords afray.

your laughter dies, along with the smile on your face much to robert’s dismay. “i hear you, i really do. and i would be lying if i didn’t say i missed you.”

“but?”

“there is no but. i really did miss you, robert. you don’t understand how pissed i was when you up and left to southern asia without a note, letter, or message. and how you got there is beyond me. i had to get that information from a news outlet years later!”

robert nods like a sad puppy. “an-and i’m really sorry. i didn’t know or think i would be there that long—but that’s besides the point. point is…i want to start over. and i’ll to just about anything to be good.”

with no hesitation, you accepted his proposal. you did miss your man, after all. “you better not screw up.”

“yes!” alexei cheers, stomping door the stairs. “bobert boy!” he picks him up and pulls him into a choking hug. “we did it! we got the girl!” robert strains, his face contorted with discomfort. “yes. yes, we did.” he whines.

“i told him not to come down there!”

NANAMI’s wife is away for unnamed reasons according to him and he’s been suffering from it.

he’s been snapping at his co-workers a bit more than usual. the absence of you has made him lose all of his patience. he’s been clinging on the ounce of scent of you that he could get from your pillow.

the days seem longer the longer your absence lasts. his balls have gotten heavier, his groans grew louder with want and held more gruff. “my love…” he was whine softly into the silent air of your shared flat.

“i’m…sorry.” he was very apologetic. he was absent for most of the last two months. and now that you’re gone, he feels the pit of loneliness he instilled in you. “my love, i’m sorry.” he chanted as he painted his chest and thighs for the third time this week.

his hand could never replicate the feels of your cunt engulfing his length. no matter how tight he could squeeze his hand to imitate how you squeeze him when he hit your sweet spot, he still wouldn’t come the same. and it didn’t feel right if it wasn’t in you.

it was about a week now and you still haven’t come home. his tie was loose around his neck as the elevator door opened. the briefcase in his hand felt heavier, his muscles a little fatigued since he hasn’t had good sleep without you.

his chest was relieved as he popped a few buttons.

the shower was on for him. thank god.

wait—the shower was on?!?

“baby?” he dropped his briefcase immediately, beelining to the bathroom. the bathroom was filled with steam but he could still navigate his way to you. he dropped his slacks, along with his boxers, and button-up, joining you.

“nana?” you wipe your face, looking at him. he picks you up by your waist, smashing his lips on you. on instinct, you card your hands through his hair, wrapping your legs around him waist. “where were you?” he moaning in between breaths.

“i was india.” “and you couldn’t shoot me a message?” he growls. “well not with no reception and constant bullets being shot at me—fuck!” he slams himself into you, cutting you off. “we can talk about this later. i need you.” he nips behind your ear. “i missed you so much.”

the shower has been long turned off. now, your face was stuffed into your pillow as nanami plowed his hips into. “you don’t know how long i’ve been missing you.” his head was thrown back, one of your hands massaging the globe of your ass. “i’m sorry, nana.” you whine. “shhhh, it’s not your fault.”

the reassurance in his voice makes your p^ssy quench around him, eliciting a groan from him. “there she is.” his hips take a different pace, changing his org*sm. you had already came a multitude of times before this. “now it was his turn.

his eyes struggle to focus as his hips stutter, releasing all of him into you. “christ.” he huffs, lazily pulling out of you. his body bounces next to you. his hand pulls the loose strands of hair behind your ear, getting a good look at your battered face. he frowns. “you’re getting too old for this.” you laugh. “i’m never too old.” he smiles with you.

“we can change that.”

before someone comments, “you’re doing it right now”, it’s for an educational purpose.

it is so annoying to scroll through a tag and only see memes or corny people trying to be relatable about fanfiction. everything you’re saying is a regurgitated joke that someone has said years ago. if your post hasn’t made on someone’s feed, too fucking bad. no one cares that you love jason todd so much or how you hate how y/n acts the way she does.

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you hid yourself from him since your last encounter with him. he was too engrossed with your body that he lost his reins. the feral snarl that came from his lips while in between your thighs was burned in your memory. you still had bite marks healing.

konig was like a shadow. he followed you, trying to talk you about what happened. but mama said never trust a wolf. and that you didn’t heed. you should’ve known that you would end up in this situation. a wolf hunting you done like you’re his last meal.

you couldn’t keep your distance for long. he picked up on your scent and sniffed you out quick. you could rub, but you could never leave him.