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starryparkrr · 1 year

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CLAIRE DE LUNE

Chapter l: claire de lune

Pairing: k. tobio × reader(they/them)

Warnings: nothing for this chapter ! lmk if you find anything though :)

It was a soft tune.

A barely audible one, when it first started in Kageyama’s head. As if the person playing was lightly tapping the keys of the piano, electing the soft notes from its large build. Feather like touches bringing out the delicate sounds.

It was strange, Kageyama noted, that the song was even playing in his head, on repeat might he add. He can't recall a time he had ever listened to the piano, let alone took the time to memorize the song that was playing. He wouldn't consider himself a man who listened to classical music, that was for sure.

He liked it though.

It was graceful and beautiful sounding in way that truly pleased his ears and cleared his mind. He was supposed to be focusing on the math problems the teacher was currently writing on the board, but how could he focus when the song just restarted itself once more in his head? Like an endless time-loop.

Kageyama slumped in his chair as the song picked up its pace and grew louder with each press of the key. He couldn't help but feel an oncoming headache as he went to rest his head on the table in front of him. The once barely noticeable notes, now completely consuming his senses.

"Hey, Kageyama," he heard a soft voice call out, and felt the slight poke of a pencil eraser on his shoulder. Without lifting his head from the desk, he rolled his head to turn and look right at the source of the voice. Hinata, of course. When was he not being bothered by the red head.

"Are you ok?" Hinata questioned, completely abandoning the equations on the board, like the boy he was questioning had done awhile back.

"'m Fine. Just got a small headache," Kageyama flatly stated before turning his head back on the desk and closing his eyes to relish in the song, once more starting over.

Ok, now it was just getting annoying.

Sadly, his class period continued on like that, with him unable to focus until the teacher finally dismissed them to go to break. In a rush, Tobio stood up, slightly feeling lightheaded, before starting towards the door with Hinata right on his tail.

They continued down the halls as Shoyo began to talk his ear off about God knows what, but Kageyama chose to use his selective hearing at this time. His mind wandering off to different places. They carried on until finally exiting the school and walking towards the usual table they went to for the past two years.

As they approached, Tobio could see Tsukishima and Yamaguchi already there with their bentos unpacked already digging into their lunches. Hinata noticed as well, right before darting towards the table screaming out the names of their two friends. Loud and energetic as always.

Tobio rolled his eyes before taking the few final steps to get to the table and sitting down with the other three. Immediately, Yamaguchi initiated conversation with them, asking how their first week was going.

Tobio added a few things every now and then, answering when spoken to, however he kept having a weird feeling overtake him. His eyes drifting off to his left as if something were missing. Or someone.

"Where's Yachi," Kageyama called out as he tore his eyes away from the seat to his left. Hinata, who sat on his right, simply shrugged his shoulders.

"Probably got held back a little after class to talk to the teachers," Yamaguchi added with a nod of his head, content with his answer.

"Why do you ask," Tsukishima, who sat right in front of him, asked, staring Kageyama down. His eyes spoke a million words, but only those 4 passed his lips.

"Just feels weird not having the table full I guess," Kageyama brushed it off like it was nothing, because it was, as he shrugged his shoulders, "I'm going to the vending machine." He quickly added on.

He stood from his seat and turned around sharply before starting towards the corner of the school that had the nearest vending machine. Once he was out of range, Tsukishima turned to Hinata with raised eyebrows. His golden eyes speaking for themselves.

"So, how is it so far?" He chose to voice his thoughts just to make sure his question was answered.

"I'm not sure," Hinata answered honestly, looking down at his hands as they wrung together in worry, "maybe this year will be different."

Tobio took his time going to the vending machine, no rush at all in his steps towards the little snack machine. He marched on as he began to hum the song that had started back up in his head, and once again he found himself becoming annoyed at the melody. Almost like a broken record, it would restart after the last note was heard.

Eventually, he made it to his destination before pulling out his wallet and entering the right amount of money and pressing the button to get the milk he wanted. He stood there as the machine worked its magic and smiled slightly when the sound of the box dropping indicated he could get his milk.

He bent down and grabbed it right before taking the straw and punching it through the hole. He wrapped his lips around the tiny tube just as he turned around and he felt his body freeze without his consent.

A few feet away sat a table all by itself. It looked rough and beat up, old and barely stable as if no one had sat in it for quite some time. And yet it felt like he had seen that table before. Like he had sat there before. However, with how bad his memory had been lately he couldn't quite recall the memory. He could barely even remember his 1st and 2nd years, as if big chunks were ripped from his mind for no reason.

"Kageyama?" A small voice spoke up from beside him. He jumped slightly, turning his head fast before making eye contact with the short blonde before him.

"Are you ok? You sort of just zoned off... right in front of the vending machine, by the way," she chuckled nervously as she motioned to the machine.

Tobio jumped once more, but this time to move out of the way so Yachi could get her desired drink. They both stood there in awkward silence before Kageyama decided to break it, "everyone was wondering where you were, since you weren't at the table."

Yachi’s eyes widened slightly before she took her lips away from the straw to respond, "I had to talk to the teacher about a few things is all."

Kageyama nodded his head in understanding before motioning that they should start back towards the table, and with a nod from Yachi they both started their way there, talking about how the first half of their day had gone so far. After all it was their first week as third years.

It was like an itch, Kageyama realized. One that was out of reach, and you just could not scratch no matter how hard you stretched towards it.

That is how he would describe the song in his head, because no matter how hard he tried he couldn't identify the name of it or where he had even heard it from.

At first, he thought probably from Tsukishima. After all, that lamp post always had his headphones on with his music really loud. Maybe, he had listened to it subconsciously without even realizing it until now. Then again Tsukishima didn't really seem like the classical music type to him.

Nevertheless, Tobio was sick of hearing the song in his head. All throughout practice it had been there, creeping up on him during a serve. Starting back up when he went to set. Even when he was drinking water on break it started its onslaught of keys that truly made him want to pull his hair from its roots.

Thankfully, practice was coming to an end soon, and he would be able to go home and sleep off the virus he probably had. A good night's rest always helped clear his mind and escape from reality.

"Alright everyone," Yamaguchi called out, "that's the end of practice for today! I'm so glad you first years decided to join our club and I hope that this year brings great things!" Yamaguchi continued on giving instructions on the cleanup and the future practices that would be held, Tobio saw no need to listen, after all he had been doing this for a few years now. Plus, he was VC, he already knew Yamaguchi’s plans for the year.

They started with picking up the balls, before moving to the nets, and finishing with cleaning the floors. It was routine at this point, and they were able to finish fast with the occasional help of the first years. Once complete, they all headed out right before Yamaguchi locked the gym doors and called it a night officially.

The lively chatter of the team carried through the night as the group of boys started to walk towards the school gates all in their own group conversations. Kageyama trailed behind before turning left and walking away from the rowdy crew.

"Kageyama, where are you going?" Hinata called out, stopping slightly as a few boys walked past him, every so often glancing at the ravenette.

"I'm going to get something to drink. Go on without me!" Tobio called out not even stopping to take a glance at the departing crowd. Hinata shared a glance with Yachi, but she just nodded her head and they both continued on with the club members.

Tobio started off towards the vending machine as he rummaged through his pockets for the change he got from lunch. It was always the perfect amount for the second milk he would get at night after practice.

Then he froze once more, with his consent this time.

It was almost like DeJa’Vu from lunch. Going to the vending machine and stopping in shock from something random.

Although this wasn't something random. No, this was the sound of that damn song once again, but this time someone was actually playing it. Out loud.

Tobio felt his body run cold and chills travel up his spine as he slightly turned his body towards the entrance of the school closest to him. He swallowed the lump in his throat before mustering up the courage to take the first step towards the sounds coming from the halls.

He started wandering the first floor before he realized it was coming from higher up. He slowly started going up the stairs, one by one, each step making the sounds louder right before he reached the second floor where he could hear the music loud and clear. It was surrounding him. Consuming him like he had been dunked in water, making him feel insanely uncomfortable.

With a shaky breath, he resumed his search for the sounds before he came up on the music room that was in the far-left corner of the hall. He clutched his fist as he heard the song in person for the first time. It gave him an overwhelming sense of nausea, and he had to stop right by the door to take a breather to calm his nerves. And as he did, he got to listen closely to every note that left that room. A tender melody that he knew so well.

With one final pep talk to himself he arched his neck slightly, letting his head peak through the cracked door, and he saw... them.

They sat there on the bench before the black instrument, their fingers running across the top dictating each sound that came out. The soft moonlight that trickled through the open window produced a makeshift spotlight on them, making them illuminate in the night. And in that moment Kageyama knew, that even the Gods were listening to them play.

i hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter of my kageyama series ! i'm trying to make the reader non-binary so any gender can read this story and feel included ! sorry if it was a little boring :( the future chapters will get better i promise :) thank you once again for reading, love you <3

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togegiri · 3 months

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✎ᝰ ❛ THIS SWEETNESS IS JUST MADE FOR YOU ❜ — yuuta okkotsu. toge inumaki. megumi fushiguro. yuuji itadori.

౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ content. The many woe's of being inlove is valentines day, so what kind of sweet treat do they make for you?

₊˚⊹ ᰔ warnings. gender neutral reader. you/your and they/them pronouns is used. (name) will be used. petnames is used (my love - yuuta , darling - megumi , my sunflower - yuuji). tooth rottening fluff.

note. kind off early for valentines day but I wanted to write it anyways! happy early valentines day people <33

— THE PREPARED TYPE. 乙骨憂太 | okkotsu yuuta

[ "happy valentines day (name), here you go, usually girls give out the chocolates but I wanted to do the giving! I didn't want to buy just chocolates so I made chocolate chip cookies! I hope you love them my love.. y- you don't mind if I call you my love right?" ]

A gentleman to the boot. A week before valentines he has already been planning on what to get for you. He wanted to give you something meaningful that you'll love. Thus the idea of baking cookies came in.

A chocolate chip cookie to be exact. Although he doesn't know baking that much, he asked for his friends' help, pandas, toge, maki. Although when he asks for their help all he gets is “I don't know how to bake,” or “bonito flakes” in toge's language.

Thus he opted to get baking lessons which was worth it because he learned how to bake cakes, and different types of desserts that he can surprise you for any occasion.

While in the baking lessons he was a little slow but the teacher didn't mind at all. He had to apologize a lot due to the small clumsy mistakes he does but nonetheless he was able to learn through his mistakes.

He gifts you the chocolate chip cookie with a white paper bag and light pink ribbons and laces. He tried his best to make the packaging look adorable which ended up to be cute and great!

He also bought you some pink tulips. The day of the valentines day he was worried you wont like the cookies he baked or worse your allergic to something in the cookie. So he had to ask in advance if your allergic to anything before he gave it to you.

When he gave the cutely packaged cookies and the tulips he gave you an awkward smile. As you feel your body feel hot as he blushed a little seeing you take the cutely packaged gift and the pink tulips.

“Oh uh… umm since you said you dont have any allergies h- here! happy valentines,” he gives it to you as he awkwardly chuckles feeling pink dust forming in his cheek. Slowly you take the cutely packaged sweet treat, “I hope you love it how much I loved making it for you.”

“thank you yuuta,” you smiled, giving him a small peck in the kiss, making his eyes widen. His whole face covered with his blush, “your welcome my love,” he gave you a kiss back. Yuuta feels as if his mouth has been overfilled with the sweetness of the chocolates as he looks at you. He truly is a lovesick fool isn't he?

— THE AWKWARD TYPE. 狗巻棘 | inumaki toge

[ “uhh… k- kelp… tuna tuna,” ]

He's a hopeless romantic. Although quite awkward as I'd like to think when he's in love, he'll love hard to the point he feels nervous and shy around them. He had to take three shopping trips in three whole days because he feels as if the things he bought are not too worthy for you.

Unlike yuuta he just followed a youtube tutorial and winged it the day before valentine. It was a lot of trial and error. Yes he woke up panda just to force panda to try the first failure of his creation.

Panda thought he was poisoning him after eating all of his onigiri. Yes the cursed corpse puked it out after. Toge has to be up all night to make those chocolate soufflés for you. The ending was a messy kitchen, a panda who looks like he's about to enter heaven and see Jesus, and a perfectly done chocolate soufflés.

He wrapped it in a minimalistic way, a red wrapper and a pink ribbon on the chocolate soufflés and made a small cute note on it drawing a chibi of yourself and him holding hands.

He hopes the chocolate soufflés were to your liking and the love letter reaches through your heart. He'll hide under his collar once you get the gifts he has given you. He wants to run away, kiss you, or give you a kiss then run away after!

In short he doesn't know what to do and just short circuits but tries his best to stay where he is as you took his declaration of love.

As you take the valentines gift you smile at him seeing the love letter attached to the wrapped treats. He blushed a little trying to hide his face with his collar as you read the letter he wrote.

Dear (name),

I love you, I know I can say it aloud like anybody can. I do hope my actions can speak through the words I badly wanna say. I love you dearly.

You smile at him, bringing him to a hug. The cursed speech user's eyes widen at this as he awkwardly hugs you back putting his head on your shoulder feeling his whole face hot and embarrassed. “I love you too toge!” He nodded his head as he hugged you tightly making you giggle hugging him back tightly.

Words may not be said but actions are much louder to toge's love for you.

— THE COOL HEADED TYPE. 伏黒恵 | fushiguro megumi

[ “I hope this isn't much, I hope you aren't disappointed, I'm not much of a flower type of guy but I hope this love letter will suffice, happy valentines day d-.. ahem! darling..” ]

He knows how to bake and is a perfect boyfriend at this point. Although he's quite stoic and a private person you loved him nonetheless. As for valentines day presents he already planned them in advance.

He personally doesn't like giving flowers but prefers to give you a love letter or love notes. He made some chocolate truffles for you but when gojo saw him baking he immediately annoyed megumi to let him join baking which he denied multiple times.

Gojo ended up eating some of the truffles as megumi forced him out of the kitchen. The way he decorated the packaging was a simplistic style. A cute pink wrapper with red ribbons decorating it. As he gave it to you, same with the cutely decorated letter scented with his favorite perfume.

Particularly he wasn't embarrassed more on the nervous side, afterall he value what your likes and dislikes and wants the best for you.

“Tell me if you don't like it, I'm gonna remake the one you like, okay?” he says making you chuckle as you take the gifts he gave for you, “silly megumi, I'd eat it even if I'm allergic to it if it came from you,”

The raven haired male chuckles, “stop being an idiot I would never let you eat something you're allergic too,” you grin as he gives you a small peck in the cheek as you hugged him close.

�� THE SUNSHINE TYPE. 虎杖悠仁 | itadori yuuji

[ “I got you tons of things, if I'm being truthful I almost forgot about it so I kinda panicked and bought lots of things! I hope you like what I get for you, my sunflower!” ]

He almost forgot about it until nobara asked what he'll get for you. His eyes widened as he looked at nobara in panic as the brunette girl looked at him in defeat. He forced the girl to help him as nobara fighted for her life to not be in yuuji's shit.

Ended up helping him in the end as they looked around a patissier shop where he ended up buying brownies for you. He also requested for the workers to wrap it in a super duper cute way! pink wrapper, red ribbons, with white frills, and cute heart designs on it.

He also bought you a cute hello kitty plushie, a bouquet rose and a letter. Yuuji Itadori is going all out for this because he felt guilty and almost forgot about it. He will say it to you too once he gives his presents to you. Apologizing, looking like a kicked puppy.

You chuckled as you let it go, making the boy grin and pepper you with kisses.

“I’m still sorry I almost forgot about it…” yuuji whined hugging you close nuzzling his head onto your shoulder making you chuckle, “it's fine, I still love you yuuji, I don't mind if you forgot about it,” the pink haired male pouts. “That's not good, if I forget any event I'm gonna be angry at myself for that because I want to shower you with all my love.”

“You already do those yuuji, everyday you shower me with your love,”

“that's true I still want you to know I love you with every anniversary, valentines day, birthday, christmas—”

“yeah, yeah, I got it yuuji,”

He chuckles, hugging you closer, loving the warmth you two make.

“Good!”

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chososluv · 4 months

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P L U G ! Y U K I

✎₊˚⊹♡ summary & note: a continuation of my plug series and my interpretation of what plug!yuki would be like. i really enjoyed writing this one might've been my favorite thus far. . .sortve proofread and subject to edit! it i just got rlly excited to share this ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

🏷 tags & warnings: smut 18+, black!fem reader, black coded, weed smoking, oral sex, fingering, creaming, squirting, yuki got da strap, petnames (ma,mamas, pretty girl) top!yuki but mentions of you returning the favor

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Plug!Yuki is a girl's girl.

Unlike plug!toji and plug!choso, Plug!Yuki and you developed a relationship as really good friends before she became your plug. You confided in her one evening in passing that you hadn’t smoked in so long and missed the cannabis high from your undergraduate years. She decided to let you in on a secret at your proclamation.

"You know I'm a plug.... right, mama?"

Plug!Yuki had took that time to casually drop on you that she was a lucrative supplier and that's how she was paying her student loans off. It was quite a surprise to you if you were honest. You knew she smoked, but you didn’t know she was one of the most popular dealers on campus.

Plug!Yuki would start slipping you nugs for you to try out from the new strains she would cop from a new drops. It was from the first quarter ounce she gave you for free it became unspoken that she was your plug going forward and you loved it. She wasn’t a shady nigga who only spoke to you through snapchat, but instead a gorgeous, stunning, and trustworthy woman.

Plug!Yuki's looks aside, she's a legit business woman with her craft. She packages up all her drops in pretty pink bags and sometimes throws in medicinal paper wraps fused with lavender and fancy shit. All of these things at your disposal for free because Yuki Tsukumo liked you that much. You almost had it all.

Almost because you had a sweltering crush on Plug!Yuki.

Smoking in close quarters with Plug!Yuki was truly a test of your discipline. Whether it was in the car, at her place, or at yours, the background melted away and she had your undivided attention. A gravitational pull seems to always occur because you always ended up so close to her. So close you can always see the way her soft lips pucker against the blunt and always you yearn to taste them directly and not from the blunt you share.

Plug!Yuki is a goddess when she smokes. Everything about the way she inhales, exhales, and giggles when she's under the influence of cannabis makes you feel deeply enticed by her even more. The way her eyes sink low and go red made her face fall into a seductive gleam and whenever she looks at you with it you feel so weak.

You can’t recall when you started crushing on Plug!Yuki, but you remember one night you awoke with an ache between your thighs, breath raging as you recovered from a wet dream of your best friend and plug going down on you. From that moment forward you felt different towards her, but you never entertained telling her. You didn't want to ruin the beautiful and close relationship you two have. So, you pushed yourself into thinking you would grow out of it or maybe someone would distract you from her.

But Plug!Yuki would never let that happen.

Contrarily to you, Plug!Yuki was confronted with her feelings for you when one of her best friends, Suguru, asked about you.

"Whats up with y/n? You think I got a chance with mama, Yuki?" Yuki turned her head a bit too fast at her friend, arching an eyebrow as jealousy and possessiveness began to spread through her veins like a nasty virus.

"Fallback, if you wanna keep this friendship, Suguru." Plug!Yuki answered honestly and Shoko bursted into boisterous laughter.

"You owe me!" She said before puffing off her lit cigarette. Satoru could be heard groaning, fishing money out of his pocket to slap into the woman's hand.

"Wait so is y/n completely off limits or is just Suguru because mama got a fat-" Satoru couldn't finish his sentence because Yuki promptly picked up a nearby object and hurled it at Satoru's direction. He giggled, ducking before running out the room before Yuki decided throwing shit wasn't enough and needed to shoot him. Everyone present to that moment sees Plug!Yuki has feelings for you and knew it was only a matter a time before she finally acted on them. But they saw that look in Yuki's eyes whenever you were around and knew the mental blockade she was at war with. That internal battle of fear and rejection was holding Yuki back from making a move on you.

Women weren't hard for Yuki. If she wanted a girl she always got her, but you were different. Yuki didn't want to fumble you and she knew if she did she would be devastated.

So here the both of you were, crushing on one another yet no one made a move.

Until tonight. . .

Plug!Yuki and you currently sat smoking in her bedroom. You were laying down as the woman sat up, sharing a blunt between the two of you. It is a break between semesters and you two unwind the best way you two know how. Giggles fill the air along with the fragrance of cannabis and aroma from the takeout you two ordered earlier. The evening is languid and lazy just how you two wanted after a stressful semester.

“I missed you, mamas.” Plug Yuki coons, her voice raspy from smoking but the deeper voice is sexy on her. The husky tone made you shiver yet you feel heat flush to your cheeks at the pet name. Coupled with that and how intense Yuki looks at you tonight something felt different. Her stares seem to be lingering longer and the touches seem to be far more intimate than usual. Or maybe it was the strain you guys were smoking this evening?

"I missed you more," you pout, hand coming to her thigh and you stroke it delicately, "seeing Satoru and Suguru made me realize how bad I was deprived of you." Plug!Yuki wants to focus on your sweet words but she raises a brow.

"When were you with them?" The sudden question should throw you off, but the cannabis makes you miss the slight agitation in her voice.

"Couple days ago, they offered to take me to lunch for finishing the semester." You say to her and she rolls her eyes. You only laugh, playfully smacking her thigh from where your hand rested.

“They didn’t make you feel weird or anything right?” You shook your head.

“They were respectful,” you look up at Yuki from your position from the bed, “calm down. No one is gonna take me from you, baby.” You’re teasing her and don’t realize the affect your words have on her. The pink lighting in her room hides the light blush that dusts along her cheeks and she shakes her head, trying to shake that stupid grin that wants to stretch across her lips.

“They can be weird ass muthafuckas. Just making sure they didn’t try anything.” Yuki grumbles, taking a hit from the blunt to calm her nerves and you only peer at her. You have a smile on your face as you stretch out a hand to take the blunt.

“You mean they some ho ass niggas and you making sure they didn’t holla at me.” Still wearing that lazy grin, you inhale the blunt as you see the look that flashes over her face. You realize you were right.

“Yes that exactly, mama.” Yuki said, not bothering to fix up a lie because she knows you would see right through it. You look adoringly at her and offer the blunt back. She takes a generous drag, your expression sending butterflies to her stomach before you speak.

"Don't worry. They aren't my type, babes." You softly giggle, continuing to look up at Yuki and she smiles at the pet name. She has to take another hit from the blunt, more butterflies setting lose but with those butterflies came courage sprouting within. She takes this feeling and runs with it before she let cowardice return.

"What exactly is your type, beautiful?" The pet name comes out of Yuki's mouth before she can stop herself. She just wanted to come off casual and curious but now she feels like she's revealed her angle. Her crush on you felt obvious now and time seemed to slow as she awaited your response. Yuki sees you smile wide, peering up at her through your lashes before you spoke.

"Not Geto Suguru." You soothe her, that hand that you had on her thigh earlier creeped back. Your sneaky fingers began drawing circles and you bit back a cheeky smile as you felt goosebumps erect on her strong thighs. Yuki stares at you, wondering how you caught on to her disdain towards him lately. Ever since his comment about you she felt so sensitive regarding any topic pertaining to you. It got to the point where even just his name rolling off your tongue began to make her feel jealous.

So, when you had lunch with Suguru and Satoru you just had to ask.

"Something happen between you and Yuki?" You ask, taking a sip of your drink and Satoru looks at Suguru. Suguru only furrows his thick eyebrows, confused just as much as Satoru.

"No. Why did she say something?" Suguru asks and you shook your head.

"No, but she acts funny when I mention you." Lightbulbs seem to have went off in Satoru's head because a grin spreads across his face.

"Oh she's got it bad." The comment seemed to jolt something in Suguru's head too because then he laughed, making a noise of recollection and slapping the table in excitement.

"Oh fuck yeah, you're right!," Suguru looks at you, seeing the confused expression before explaining, "Yuki got mad cause I asked to holla at you. I think ole girl crushing on you, mama." Suguru finishes and you look at Satoru to see him nodding in confirmation. You look back at Suguru, not only shocked because 1) yuki did have a crush on you 2) suguru also had a crush on you but 3) not only did suguru have a crush on you but Yuki too?

You felt like your world was a giant paradox. You felt like time was slowed down, yet it was fast. You felt like the world was spinning, yet it was at a standstill. That feeling of your crush liking you back? You felt jubilant and delirious.

"Oh and don't tell Yuki we told you, ma. She'll kill us."

"Yeah please y/n."

You fall back to present time to watch the pretty woman lick her lips, eyes falling to the bed before she spoke.

"He's got a crush on you." Yuki says.

"I know." You answer, looking at Yuki as you waited for her to spill her own feelings.

"He wants you." Yuki sneers and you rub gentle circles to attempt to soothe her. You sit up from the bed, realizing this conversation was taking a serious turn. Upon sitting up, you didn't realize how close you were to Yuki until your noses were inches apart.

None of you dare to move though.

"I don't want him." You say, fingers skating up her thighs but Yuki doesn't notice. Or at least, she pretends not to.

"Who do you want, y/n?" Yuki finally has the courage to ask. You hold a stare with the woman, heat spreading along your cheeks as the question hangs heavy. You already had the answer though, you rehearsed it a million times since lunch with Suguru and Satoru.

"You, baby." You say. You barely can get a breath in before her soft lips you've been dreaming about are finally on yours. Elated can't even begin to describe the feeling resonating through your entire beings.

Plug!Yuki is the best kisser. She's precise, romantic, yet so salacious and seductive you kept chasing after her lips for more. Her sweet taste of mango gloss mixed with her natural sweetness was destined to become one of your favorite flavor. She takes a second to pause but you only try to dive back in for more. Her thumb comes to your bottom lip to stop you, giggling as she drinks in your needy expression.

"Been wantin' you for sometime, pretty girl." She confesses. You smile against her thumb, kissing the pad before speaking.

"I'm yours, baby."

Plug!Yuki makes you wish you confess sooner with the way her tongue skates along your swollen clit. She flickers her muscle skillfully, stimulating the beating nub in explicit and lewd circles that left you mewling and panting. Her blonde locks tickle your inner thighs as she feasts on your pussy.

No amount of vivid wet dreams could prepare you for the actual experience of Yuki eating you out.

"You taste so good, mama." Plug!Yuki moans shamelessly, she's squeezing her thighs together, knowing she has her own mess in her panties but she can't care. Not with the way you smell so delightful and writhe against her tongue. She looks up, seeing your nipples pebble through the thin cami you wore.

"Aaah—Yuki!" You're whimpering as she takes your clit in her mouth. She suckles, her soft finger slipping in curiously to feel the warmth of your cunt. She moans against your clit, vibrations sending you wailing as well as the sudden pressure from her finger. Yuki slips a second finger inside, loving the way your cunt squeezes so tightly around her fingers. The soft squelching your gummy walls made whenever she curved them up was an addicting melody to her ears. She was becoming pissed at herself for not acting on her desires for you sooner.

"You're so wet, baby." Yuki comments, looking down to see her fingers drenched with your arousal and cream and she's licking her lips. She pulls her tongue off your clit, sticking her fingers in her mouth to savor the taste. She's moaning lewdly and you only whimper from the loss of her ministrations. She smiles, looking up at you before crawling up your body.

Plug!Yuki is dying to have your nipples in her mouth. Ever since she saw them peek out for the first time due to a tanktop you wore she’s been wondering what they felt like against her tongue. What they tasted like and how sensitive they were crossed her mind too and now finally she would get her questions answered. She pulls down your top, freeing your breast and her tongue is aching to be back on your body. She licks her lips before speaking.

"Been dying to have these pretty brown nipples in my mouth so bad you don't even understand, pretty girl."

Plug!Yuki sucks on your nipples, her hot tongue swirling along your areola and the sensation drives you wild. Your back arches off the bed, fingers carding in her golden strands before pushing her face deeper into your chest. You let out out whimpers as she sloppily kisses and sucks on your nipples.

"Aahaaa—Yuki!—feels so good!" You praise when she sneaks her fingers back in. That warmth and wetness around her fingers again has her wondering if you needed her to dick you down.

"So wet and tight," Yuki releases your nipple, her lips wet and shiny from her salvia, "think you can take my strap, pretty girl?"

You didn't need her to ask you twice.

Plug!Yuki fucks you from behind like you never been fucked before.

The blonde woman has you face down in a nasty ass arch as she pistons her pretty pink dildo through your tight folds. You're whimpering, pleading even for her to not stop as she continues to give you the best dick of your life. You can't recall the last time someone made you feel this good during sex and you knew damn well no man could ever slang like she could.

"Yu—ki! Fucknnnggg!" She's fucking you dumb and you go stupid hearing your own ass recoil against her harness and the soft squelching of your cunt against her silicone piece. You want to bite on your lip to keep from screaming but she felt so good bullying herself between your folds.

"Feel good? Huh, my pretty girl?" Plug!Yuki cooes, still fucking you and a strong hand strikes down on your ass. You whimper, crying out and let out a hiss when her domineering fingers find themselves in your hair. She's pulling the dense curls, forcing you to lift your head from the pillow.

"I can't fucking hear you, y/n." With a growl she strikes your ass one more time. Tears are coming from your eyes at the pain, but when your cunt twitches and lets out a soft leak, you know you're in love with the feeling of Yuki being rough with you.

"Yuki! You fuck me so goooood!" You praise, crying out as you felt a soft and tense sensation begin to form in the walls of your cunt. You knew the feeling, but knew of only yourself being able to do it. No one was able to hit those parts of you and yet . . .

You squirt all over Plug!Yuki.

"Creamy as fuck and you squirt? Fuck, I'm never letting this pussy go."

Plug!Yuki has to pull herself out to slurp up your folds. You cry, enjoying how her tongue dances from your clit to your soaking hole. Her tongue collects your arousal, slurping noisily and the sounds — along with her tongue — have you rolling your eyes back. You're huffing, moaning as her tongue continues to skate along your soaked labia. When she felt satisfied she slips herself back in you with no warning.

Plug!Yuki continues drilling into you. Your wet pussy, Yuki's groans, and your pathetic whines were the only sounds to fill the room. Yuki savored each and every moan that fell from your lips. Her ego swelled as her pussy drooled. Her cockiness resonating in her brutal strokes and a grin on her face, knowing Suguru — or any other man — couldn’t make you feel the way she was right now.

"You're so good for me, pretty girl." She hears your moans increase an octave, pants becoming more frequent as you struggle to even swear at this point. You whimper, sobbing into her pillow as she never let up her relentless thrusts. Her stamina was that of a godly one and you were loving every second of it.

"Yuki — i'm so close—” You manage to warn and Yuki grins. She leans down, her skin touching yours and her skin sets ablaze. She lets out ragged breaths in your ear that send jolts down your spine, adding more to your sensory pleasure and she kisses your cheek.

"Want you to cum all over me." Plug!Yuki coaches, throwing her hips harder against your ass. The pink tip kisses deeply in your cervix, causing you to choke out. Your body begins to tremble as you felt that familiar tingle build in the walls of your cunt. You nod, screwing your eyes shut as her strokes became more animalistic.

"I'm gonna cum—Yuki!" You scream her name when she sneaks a finger on your clit. She rubs fast, causing you to choke and clamp down on her as you prepare yourself to tumble into bliss. The white hot sensational building in your clit and she presses harder and rubs even faster. She lifts her lips to your ears before speaking, her gentle words sending you over the edge.

"I gotchu, pretty girl go ahead and cum for me."

Plug!Yuki gives you the best orgasm of your life.

Plug!Yuki peppers kisses along your spine as you came down from your orgasm high. Your thighs are shaking from the intensity of it all, goosebumps all over your body and Yuki trails affectionate and gentle caresses up and down your body to coax you through your orgasm. She finishes up her trail of kisses and you eventually make it back to Earth. You roll onto your back to look at the caring woman above you. Concern is over her eyes, but all that drifts away when you shoot her a sensual grin.

"What?" Plug!Yuki would say and you only bring a hand back to her thigh.

"You think this is over? Park that pretty pussy on my face I been dying for a taste." You say obscenely.

You don't need to tell Plug!Yuki twice and she mounts your face.

Plug!Yuki's moans were just as beautiful as herself.

Your tongue savors every last drop, her cunt was completely soaked between going down on you then her dicking you down. A buffet awaited you and you were moaning as you licked up every last drop. Yuki moans, hissing and even whimpering your name when you suckled on her clit. Her cream is all over your nose but you didn't care with the way she moaned your name.

"Fuck, y/n." Plug!Yuki sighs out, her hips starting to move back and forth on your tongue. You immediately caught on and stuck it out, letting her ride it and she moans louder. Yuki starts to ruts faster and her tits bounce, the scene making you horny yet again. You try to ignore that tingling that starts to awaken in your belly once more.

"Taste so good, baby." You praise her and she sighs, eyebrows scrunching as another moan fell from her mouth. You move your tongue back to focus on her clit, taking the swollen nub and sneaking a hand between her soaked folds. She lets a sensual croon when you shove two fingers inside her hungry cunt. The sound only makes you place a third finger in. She gasps, her cunt beating around your fingers as you stretch her with your digits.

"Tongue feels so good." Plug!Yuki praises you and you moan, curving your fingers into Yuki harder. More arousal seeps out of her, oozing onto your chin and chest.

"Oh yeah? What about my fingers?" You tease Plug!Yuki. A smile comes onto her face but she answers.

"Fucking fantastic, mama." Plug!Yuki tells you. You giggle, kitten licking her clit with the tip of your tongue causing her to shudder above you.

"Good." You tell her before kissing on her clit and going back to enjoying your meal. You curve your fingers faster, earning louder moans from Yuki above you as you continue suckling on her clit.

"Y/n, fuck—i might—” You find the strength to fuck her even faster, feeling the way Yuki's cunt sucks around you greedily. You suck harder on her clit and flicker your tongue faster. Yuki shrieks, letting out an erotic scream as a soft geyser pours out of her folds. Your mouth catches it, and what it doesn't spills along your chin and drips along your chest, soaking you completely. You're moaning at her squirting all over your face and you take your fingers out of her cunt. You place both hands on her hips, sliding yourself from under her before pushing Yuki down on her back.

Plug!Yuki watches as you take the very same strap she used earlier on you and secure it on yourself. You look down at the blonde woman who has her hair wild, legs spread, cunt glistening in the pink light. You smile as you realize you wouldn't have it any other way.

"My turn."

And Plug!Yuki knows she's in for a long ass night. . .

©𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐯 ╰┈┈➤ MASTERLIST!

#my first wlw piece and wont be my last this was sooo fun #𝐑𝐈𝐕.𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒 #𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄: 💗 𝐘𝐮𝐤𝐢 #yuki tsukumo #yuki tsukumo x reader #yuki tsukumo smut #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #plug!yuki #yuki tsukumo x black!reader #jjk x black reader #jjk x black!reader

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satrs · 10 months

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Can you write sensitive!sub!Hiori where reader rides him and he cries from pleasure >///< I love him sm (it's ok if you don't <3 take care!)

ᥲ/ᥒ ꜝꜝ ✎ ok so this is actually my first time writing dom!reader aaaa I hope you enjoy this drabble and have a nice dayyy ;33

Crying Beauty!

FEATURING; sensitive!sub!hiori x dom!fem!reader

TAGS; NSFW CONTENT! MDNI!! overstim. Sub hiori. Dacryphilia. use of good boy (literally once).

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+[proplayer]! // NOT PROOFREAD!

„Too much! It‘s too much I’m-„ Hiori was withering in pleasure, white painting his tear stained orbs as his mouth hung open.

The sight was almost angelic- the way his hair was out of place and the cute sounds you robbed out of him with every movement of your hips. You knew that he was sensitive and you knew that he wasn’t really a talker when it came to him being completely dumb over your cunt around him, but you just couldn’t help but tease him.

„You’re what? Use your big boy words, Yo.“

He wanted to, he really did! But he couldn’t form a single sentence because your needy cunt was milking him so good, his sensitive and throbbing tip hitting that spongey spot inside of you that caused him to mewl and claw his hands on your hips. „Please! I can‘t! S-so good, too good!“

A moan flew past your lips at your lovers state, his breathing rapidly increasing as you felt his sensitive cock twitch inside of you over and over again. „But you already came once, Yo. Don’t you think it’s a bit unfair towards me?“

He quickly shut up, whining while sniffing from his tears, wet lashes clinging to his eyelids as tears of pleasure blurred his vision. „ I’m sorry, so sorry“

You cooed at him, smiling down at his tear filled eyes, leaning forward to place kisses under his eyes, the salty taste of his tears causing you to increase your movements, needily grinding down onto him.

„Oh fuck!“ His loud voice was cut off as you went back to rocking your hips up and down, nails digging into your hips and leaving half moons behind as his legs began to shake. You took this as a sign to speed up your tantalizing movements, caputring his lips in a kiss too swallow his angelic moans.

"You're gonna cum, aren't you, Yo?" Your words made the blue haired nodd frantically, hips subconciously stuttering up into yours that drove soft moans out of you.

Soon you felt the familiar feeling of him inside of you, cry of your name leaving his lips as he pushed his head back heavily into the cushions, mouth hanging wide open as sobs and whimpers escaped his soft lips.

The sight of his tear stained face and the sound of his heavenly whines were enough to make you follow him into the wave of euphoria, biting your lip while some moans escaped your mouth, grinding down onto him as you rode out your orgasm.

As the both of you finally catched your breaths, Hiroi's sniffling soon turned into one loud sob as your hips began to move again.

"C'mon, just one more alright? Be a good boy for me, yeah?"

ᵃˡˡ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗ ᵇᵉˡᵒⁿᵍˢ ᵗᵒ k-azus.°

#◛⑅·˚ ᵂᴼᴿᴷ #♡˳ᴮᴸᴸᴷ #lec writes!۵ #blue lock smut #Hiori yo smut #hiori yo #hiori smut #blue lock x you #blue lock x female reader #blue lock #blue lock hiori #blue lock headcanons #blue lock hcs #drabble #x reader

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srjlvr · 1 year

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𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐍

⸝⸝ Your relationship with Enhypen members as a famous K-drama couple !! ⸝⸝ ✿

. . ҂ Genre: fluff !! OT7!Enhypen X gn!Reader . . ҂

✎ ᝰ . notes: hello beautiful souls! it’s been a while! i’ve had some spare time to write and i thought like, why not do this? the relationships are going to be all boy x girl couples but it’s important for me to say that the reference is to whoever is reading it. therefore its a gn!Reader. pls be nice!!

— HEESEUNG ;

Moon Kang-Tae & Ko Moon-Young — It’s Okay To Not Be Okay.

Everyone loves this couple!! Heeseung is the more calm and reserved one. He’s responsible and always makes sure you’re doing well.

Although being introvert, Heeseung makes sure he always stays with you, even if his social battery has ended. He loves staying around you no matter where and when.

Shows you his love to you in many different ways, but mostly it’ll be with lots and lots of kisses and cuddles that will make you two comfortable. He’ll also make sure you know how much he loves you.

“I love you” He said. You decided to tease him a bit today and just started walking with your back facing him while smiling. “I said I love you!” He raised his tone a bit, waiting for your response. At this point you started giggling quietly and waited for his next move. He didn’t care about the people around anymore and started walking towards you. “Won’t you say you love me back?” He pout. “I really veryyy veryyyy much love you!” He just kept walking after you until you gave up.

— JAY ;

Vincenzo & Cha-Young — Vincenzo.

Your relationship is *chefs kiss*. Jay is that kind of extrovert-hyper boyfriend who will not be ashamed of showing off by saying that you’re his.

Cares about you a little too much. Cooks you food whenever you want and makes sure you have everything you want. He’ll basically spoil you.

PDA is a MUST!! Although you do get shy sometimes, you’re just moving on and joking around. You’re basically just best friends who are being in a relationship, and you couldn’t be more thankful.

“It’s cold, give me a kiss” He begged. “My baby wants a kiss?” You were babying him and joking around. You cupped his cheeks and kissed him. After the kiss you were about to continue walking but he stopped you and kissed you again and again. You kicked him and giggled, “People are watching” You said. “They can keep watching I don’t care” He laughed and held your hand.

— JAKE ;

An Min-Hyuk & Do Bong-Soon — Strong Woman Do Bong Soon.

This boy is WHIPPED for you. Everything just has to be about you, thinks about you 24/7 and texts you 24/7. He loves you so much and never stops talking about you.

He likes to make you laugh and will probably make some jokes only to see you smile. He’ll also probably put you as his wallpaper and will surely fan-boy over every single thing you do, simply because he’s just so in love with you.

Will give you kisses, A LOT of kisses actually. He wouldn’t get shy since he’s with you so he doesn’t care about the others. He loves to hug you a lot as well and he’s basically just really deep in love.

“Hey! I love you” He yelled. You giggled and pecked his cheeks. Jake happily jumped and smiled, “That was just adorable, how did i get so lucky?” He cupped your cheeks and pecked your lips. “I love you” He pecked your lips again, “I love you” And again, “I love you” And again, without caring about the jealous people around.

— SUNGHOON ;

Ha-Ru & Eun Dan-Oh — Extraordinary You.

Sunghoon is probably that kind of boyfriend who observes you from afar. Although he doesn’t show it much, he adores everything you do. Looking at you smiling makes him smile as well, watching you from afar is definitely one of his favorite things.

He’s really quiet and introvert whenever you both are outside, and he’ll probably get shy whenever you do something clingy in public. But whenever you two are alone he’ll definitely wash you with kisses and hugs.

He’ll take care of you well, watch every step you do and will probably remember all the kind of things you like just to buy them for you later. He’ll think about every step in your relationship carefully and will basically just always be there for you.

“Sunghoon! Look at these beautiful flowers!!” You pointed at a path with loads and loads of beautiful flowers. “Those are my favorites kind of flowers” You smiled. Sunghoon, who was standing besides you, smiled happily while looking at you observing the view. The next day you got a deliver of those same kind of flowers to your house, with a letter ‘Whenever you look at them, think of me — Sunghoon <3’

— SUNOO ;

Jung Joon-Hyung & Kim Bok-Joo — Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok-Joo.

Loves you a little too much, and honestly? Won’t even care if he’s showing off to everyone that you’re his partner. He’s super hyper which makes you smile whenever you��re around him.

Talks about you with literally anyone 24/7, won’t be scared to show affection in public as he’s being too proud to be with you. He’ll also probably always hold your hands whenever you’re walking outside.

Makes a lot of jokes and he’s a true sucker for your smile and happiness. Makes a list of things he’d want to do with you and will definitely do them whenever he has the opportunity.

“I have some bowling planned for today and right after that we’re going to watch a movie!” He held your hand and used it as a swing, going up and down together in a sync. You hummed in response, trying to hide your overly excitement. He then stared at you and quickly gave you a peck on your cheek. You immediately looked at him and smiled, giving him a peck on his cheeks too. He looked at you back and you started giggling together. “I love you” He gave you a quick peck on your lips this time, and kept walking while holding your hand.

— JUNGWON ;

Kang Tae-Moo & Shin Ha-Ri — Business Proposal.

Jungwon is that responsible partner. Whenever you’re being too hyper he’ll just smile it off and try to calm you down. But let’s admit that we all know he’s probably gonna join your hyper hours time.

It’s those little things about him that always makes your heart warm up, he remembers every little detail about you and knows a little too much about you. He always wants to show you new sides of him so it’ll be weird for you that he can be so calm but one minute later he’s dancing with you.

You’re mostly the one who gives the kisses first, but don’t get me wrong, he loves your kisses more than anything else. He’s not the type to share what he wants with other people, but he’s a completely different person around you, and he loves it.

You were going off to your work while he was sitting on the sofa, doing your usual routine, you went to him and cupped his cheeks and kissed him as a goodbye kiss. “I’ll see you later” You smiled, he smiled at you back warmly and as you were about to free him from your cupping hands, he quickly pecked your lips. “I love you, don’t forget to eat your meals in time” He smiled widely this time.

— NIKI ;

Choi Ung & Kook Yeon-Soo — Our Beloved Summer.

He’ll probably be very shy to show his love to you at first, but quickly enough will snuggle into you like 24/7. Loves you a lot and won’t be scared to show it off.

Will get jealous very easily. If he ever finds someone flirting with you he’ll quickly take you somewhere else away from that person and then will act like a baby since he’s that jealous.

Will take a lot of pictures of you just for him to look at them a few days after. Will also text you whenever he’s missing you and whenever he’s at your place or you’re at his, you’ll be sure to play some playstation and order some chicken.

“Oh come on! Let’s do another round!!” Niki was sulking, he obviously lost the game when you were his rival. You’re always winning him but he still has that hope that one day he’ll manage to bring you down. “No way! I’m always winning, it became boring!” You sulked. “Please baby!” He begged and you shook your head as a no. “I’ll order some chicken” He smirked. “You’re paying!” You smiled and pecked his cheek. “Oh come on” He pouted and looked at you. You rolled your eyes playfully and pecked his lips. “I love you” “I love you too Riki”

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chiiyuuvv · 17 days

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hunter thoughts

sunshine/classmate!hunter x shy nerd/fem!reader 0.2k words

▸ 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺?

Imagine sunshine/classmate!hunter befriending a shy nerd and eventually falls in love with her :(( he’d

✎ give you book recommendations after learning you like the same authors/genres, and loves reading them with you after your classes. But he’s not actually staring at the pages, he’s staring at you

✎ give you compliments in Thai, but will never tell you the actual meaning behind them. He’d also teach you a few words if you’re really curious, but ends up giggling like crazy when you call him handsome

✎ put his hands in your back pocket as you walk to and from classes. He would only do it if you’re comfortable, he just really loves the warmth, intimacy and closeness behind it

✎ wake up to you being the big spoon on a bus ride to a field trip. His head would be buried into your neck and although he has no idea how he got to this position, he loves it, please keep patting his hair please

✎ give you those k drama airport hugs. He went on a little family trip in Thailand and missed you dearly, running towards your body to pick you up and spin you around, giving you a big kiss before putting you back down on your feet. Wait.. what?

︴bonus! @sris-skies couldn't shut up about hunter so I had to write about it 🤷 also writing this instead of that yechan rq, I'm very sorry, once again

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leilani-lily · 5 days

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~Oh Deer~ (Chapter 8)

Ohhh, it felt so good to write again. My hands were itching to get back to the keyboard, especially knowing in advance which chapter was next ¬‿¬ As I've mentioned before, this little snippet is a two parter; too big to fit in just one chapter. I hope to work on the next part next week and get it out asap ໒(⊙ᴗ⊙)७✎▤ Thanks guys! I hope you enjoy ꨄ

Synopsis: AroAce! Alastor x Chef!Singer! Reader. You want to get more exotic ingredients for the hotel but it's too dangerous to go along. Alastor offers his assistance and you both go out to the market. Word count: 5.2 k Chapter under the cut! ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“Something on your mind my dear~?”

You were swirling the whisky in your glass, staring at the bronze liquid sloshing side to side but eyes not exactly focused. Alastor watched you from his seat, quirking an eyebrow as his head tilted. You were both sitting in the radio tower, sharing a glass of liquor and conversing like you always did after a show. Usually you were very attentive to the deer demon’s thoughts, and would give some solid advice for the next segment. But Alastor noticed something was off today; he didn’t seem to have your full attention. And he wanted to know why. You look up to the deer demon in question, blinking back your stupor before giving him a sheepish grin.

“Ah… Sorry Al. Just thinking. But it’s really not important. What were you saying?” You lean forward in your chair and smile warmly towards your friend. But that didn’t trick the Overlord; he knew something was bothering you. And if it pulled your attention away from him, then he didn’t like it one bit. His ego wouldn’t allow it.

“Come now dearest,” he prodded, leaning forward so he was eye level with you, “I know something is wrong. Tell me.” He still had his signature grin, but his eyes were sharp and serious. That wasn’t a suggestion. You knew he wasn’t going to let this go until you confessed. You sighed.

“It’s nothing, really,” you disclosed, “I’m just trying to figure out how I can get my hands on certain ingredients is all…” You trailed off, hoping that was enough to satiate the demon in front of you. To your disappointment, it had the opposite effect. His grin widened as he leaned forward, his eyes shining in delight.

“Well goodness me, it’s about time.” he sang, “I was wondering when you’d finally cave and go back to your sinster ways!” He chuckled darkly, looking at you with a sense of pride. He was practically on the edge of his seat; all smiles and sharp teeth. You tilted your head in confusion.

“If you're looking for special ingredients, I can hook you up with my dear friend Rosie. She can get you the best cuts of meat in Hell.”

... Oh. You understood the disconnect. Your eyelids fell flat, giving him a jaded look. But he didn’t notice, mind flooding with ideas and different options.

“Or, if you wish to go hunting yourself, I’d be more than happy to-!”

“Not that type of ingredient, Alastor.”

The Radio Demon’s crimson eyes popped open as a record sound came to a screeching halt. You couldn’t help the upward curl of your lips after watching his expression slowly sour in realization. Alastor eventually slid back into his seat, crossing his legs and ears falling flat on his skull. A bored expression crossed his features as he looked to the side.

“Hmm. Pity. I was craving some Enchiladies. Or maybe some Bratwurst…”

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you at his disappointment (and terrible puns). Alastor’s pupils slid back to you as his lips eventually curled up mischievously at the sound of your laughter. It was hard to stay upset in your company, he was always happy to get a smile or a laugh from you. His chest puffed out like a proud bird for a moment before turning his head back to you.

“Well then my dear,” he began, quirking up an eyebrow at you, “If you’re not in the market for that type of ingredient…” he tilted his head, “Then what is it that you seek~?” Curiosity had gotten the better of him, and now he had to know everything. Realizing you really weren’t getting out of this, you shake your head in defeat.

“Well… I’ve heard of this wild mushroom that only grows in the Gluttony ring. Apparently it can enhance the taste of any dish you cook it in.” you began. Alastor’s gaze never wavered from you, his face furrowing in fascination.

“It’s a really hard plant to harvest, and I heard a rumor that there’s a shipment coming to the Pride ring on Saturday.” Your eyes were shimmering with excitement just at the thought of it, making the Radio Demon’s pressed smile curl up ever so slightly.

“Certainly sounds intriguing,” he mused, pausing to take a sip of his whisky. He couldn’t help being entertained by your passions, and for something so simple in his eyes. After feeling the liquor burn down his throat, he spoke again.

“So tell me then, what seems to be the problem?”

Whatever sparkle in your eye seemed to cloud over, your shoulders visibly sagging. “I heard it’s only being sold in the Black Market.”

Not that piqued Alastor’s interest.

Everyone knew of the famed Black Market. The term was quite popular in the human realm, and was quickly brought down to the depths of Hell. It was a large bazaar deep in the city of the Pride Realm, where booths and trade stalls were set up and demons and imps alike could scrounge through to find rare and unique items. And although it was quite popular, it was also in one of the shadiest parts of town. Although Hell was known for all of its illegal activity, the Black Market was acclaimed for it. Looking for weapons to kill an Overlord? Or drugs so strong the effects would last for a week? It would be found there.

“... I still don’t understand what the problem is, my dear.” Alastor’s eyebrows furrowed in visible confusion. You eventually regarded him with a similar face, not understanding how someone so brilliant didn’t seem to understand the stakes at hand. You took a deep breath, palms pressed together as if praying for patience before giving him a serious look.

“Al.” You spoke tartly, your pressed hands now pointing to him, “I know something like the Black Market would be, like, a walk in the park for you.” His eyebrows raised in amusement before you continued, “But if I went? A lone female with no means to defend herself?? I would become a blood smear on the wall.” You lifted your arms to the wall beside you before flopping your arms down in defeat. You sighed and gave him a weak smile. “Trust me, as much as I want to get that ingredient, it’s not worth risking my life for it.”

Alastor stared at you intently for a full minute.

Then burst into laughter.

You had to blink back your surprise at his sudden reaction, albeit a strange one. You honestly didn’t expect him to find joy in your death. Then again, he always found pleasure when it came to killing. Maybe you were just too naive to think he wouldn’t enjoy yours as well? You weren’t really too sure how to respond, but thankfully Alastor spoke up before you had the chance.

“Ohhh my dear,” he sighed happily, “Is that all? Now really, there’s no need to fret over something that has such a simple solution!” Alastor set his glass down on the table, then clasped his hands together in his lap as he sat up straight.

“If you don’t wish to go alone, then allow me to accompany you.”

You immediately perked up at his words, almost unable to believe it. You had to admit, the thought had crossed your mind. But you knew how busy Alastor’s weekends were, and you didn’t want to waste his time on something so silly. Besides, you knew the dangers of the Market; the horror stories you had heard over the years. You knew Alastor could defend himself, but still… You didn’t want to take any risks. Not when it came to him.

“No, Al,” you started, “I couldn’t ask that of you. I don’t want to put you in any danger-!”

You were immediately cut off by one of the demon’s long fingers pressing up against your lips. The Overlord leaned in close to you, grin snarled and eyes closed tightly.

“Trust me, mon passereau,” he chuckled darkly, “If anyone were to ever try anything…” his scarlet eyes immediately flashed open, his pupils now black and shaped like dials as the static in his voice distorted, “ł₮ ł₴₦'₮ ₥Ɏ ₴₳₣Ɇ₮ⱠɎ ɎØɄ ₴ⱧØɄⱠĐ ฿Ɇ ₩ØⱤⱤłɆĐ ₳฿ØɄ₮.”

You felt a shiver run down your spine as the lights flickered, radio waves screeched and the controls behind him clicked and flipped. And in a snap, the room flipped back to normal as Radio Demon sat up straight again, eyes once again crimson and smiling as if nothing had happened.

“Besides~!” he continued, his voice now unsettlingly chipper, “It’s been at least a decade or so since I’ve last been to the famed Black Market. It would be intriguing to see how much has changed!”

You watched him carefully and felt your heart-rate begin to increase. Ever since you had heard of the toadstool, you had been dreaming of using it in your cooking. And now for this dream to be so close; you could almost taste it… But you didn’t want to get your hopes up. Not yet. You felt like such a broken record, but you had to be certain. You looked up at him shyly, feeling your fingers fidget nervously.

“Alastor… Are you sure about this?”

Said demon looked down at you, eyes flicking from your face to your hands, then back. Finally, he began to shake his head mirthfully, reaching over and giving your head a gentle pat.

“My dear,” he tutted, “I wouldn't even be offering if it was something I truly did not want to do. I insist.” He then rose from his chair and towered over you before extending a hand.

“I promise I can guarantee your safety. That is, if you’ll have me.”

You looked at his hand in awe before lifting your head up to him. There you were, already crestfallen with defeat and ready to give up. But then Alastor came along, and he wanted to help make your silly little dream a reality. Your heart bloomed in warmth for the man standing before you. Seriously, you were so freaking happy he was in your life. With a tender smile, you extend your hand and place it in his outstretched one.

“Of course Alastor. Always.”

~~~~~~~~~~~

Most of the clothes you wore around the hotel weren’t that flattering.

For starters, you didn’t want anything with excessive frills or cloth that could potentially snag in a cupboard or catch fire over a stove. Also, you didn’t ever want to wear anything nice in case it gets torn or stained in the kitchen. Most of the time, you were in either jeans/stretchy pants, and a t-shirt/tank top. Because if it got ruined at work, it was no biggie.

But now, as you were getting ready for your outing with Alastor, you were quickly realizing just how much of a biggie it was.

You tore through your drawers frantically, trying to find something that didn’t have holes in it, or a previous stain, or heaven forbid, a cringe worthy graphic printed on it. Fuck, you really wish you had taken up Angel’s offer earlier that month to go on a shopping spree. You made a quick mental note to ask him about it next weekend. If he saw your wardrobe now he’d disown you as his bestie.

As you raked through your closet, you felt like a complete dumbass. For God’s sake, you were just going to the market with your friend. It shouldn’t matter what the Hell you wore; it’s not like this was a formal outing. Nevertheless, you decided you still wanted to look nice for once. This was the first time the two of you would be together outside of the hotel. And that felt like a special enough reason to dress up and not look like a fast food worker after a 12 hour shift.**

Eventually, you managed to find a simple, short black dress tucked in the very back of your closet. You could work with this. After scrounging through your bathroom drawers, you manage to find an old metal hair stick and use that to wrap your locks into a cute messy bun. And with some modest jewelry to help accent, you were finally satisfied enough with your appearance. Given what you were working with, this was the most presentable you were going to get. With a final nod in the mirror, you grab your purse and lock the door behind you.

You make your way down to the lobby where you had both agreed to meet up. As you exited the elevator, you could see Alastor’s proud profile already standing by the front doors, microphone in hand and back straight. He seemed to be looking towards the side, but as you approached him, his scarlet eyes slid over to your form. You come to a stop and look up at him, your hands clasped in front of you and waiting.

His eyes flicked over your body, his face unchanging as he took in your appearance. For a moment you felt your face getting hot, and had to look away from embarrassment; was this too much? Maybe you should’ve just stuck to your regular pants and t-shirt…

“From chef to charmante, you truly are a sight for sore eyes my dear.”

You looked up to him again and blinked in surprise. His expression was pleasant as he stared at you; his smile soft and genuine. You felt your heart leap into your throat at the compliment, and couldn’t help the warm smile creep up your face. And it was peaceful between you both for a moment…

Before the Asshole decided to ruin the moment.

“And here I was beginning to think you didn’t know how to dress yourself. How relieved I am to be wrong for once…” he teased, his soft smile twisting into a mischievous grin and eyes crinkling with impish delight.

Your hand moved quicker than light as you lightly backhanded his bicep, your face scrunched and glaring daggers at him. The Radio Demon snickered as his static buzzed happily, not at all flinching at the assault and most likely already prepared for the blow. After having a good chuckle to your dismay, Alastor stood up straight again and dusted off his arms, his smile still wide and wicked.

“You’re lucky I enjoy your company y/n,” he stated, straightening his jacket, “If any other demon were to strike an Overlord, they would never see the light of day again.” He looked down and quirked an eyebrow at you, and you wanted nothing more than to wipe that grin off his face.

“Honestly, between getting ridiculed daily or being slaughtered, I’m not sure which is the worse fate…” you huff, straightening up and crossing your arms. Alastor chuckled at your quip, and eventually, you felt your shoulders relax and smile betray you. As his sniggers died down, he took a step towards you, his expression once again calm as he looked down at you.

“Well my dear,” he mused, “Now I can understand why you would want my protection for our little outing...” His pupils fell to your body, scanning slowly all the way to your legs. You swallowed a lump in your throat. Eventually, his scarlet eyes flicked back up to your face, and you couldn’t dismiss the hunger behind them.

“The wolves would be more than happy to ravish such a delicacy.”

??!??!?!!

You had to remind yourself to breathe. Suddenly breathing was something you had to think about. Your mouth felt so dry, and you knew for a fact your face was probably beet red. What the actual fuck was that. Alastor had given you compliments before, but that… That was at a level you had never experienced before. Did he actually find you attractive?? Jesus Christ, was this friendly outing actually a date??

... Fuck, did you want this to be a date???

You could feel your brain short circuiting.

Alastor’s smile curved upward at the sight of your reddened cheeks. He bent down at his waist in a bow and extended a hand, making your eyes focus back to him.

“Shall we be on our way dearest?”

You looked at his clawed hand, then back to him. He had to be teasing you. There was no way he had actually meant what he had said earlier. This is what he always did; this was what your friendship was basically built on. You mentally scolded yourself for actually falling for his goading.

Please. As if.

You sighed and shook your head, feeling a smile creep up your lips at the absurdity of it all. You weren’t going to fall for it. Not this time. Finally, you look up at him and extend your hand, gently placing it in Alastors. You give him a calm, yet cocky look.

“Lead the way.”

Alastor’s eyebrows shot upward amusingly as he raised his other hand. And with a snap of his fingers, you both vanished from the lobby.

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You couldn’t contain your gasp of amazement when you laid eyes on the Black Market.

It was everything you could’ve imagined. There were dozens of rows crammed full with booths and vendors stretching as far as the eye could see. Tall skyscrapers framed the entire bazaar, yet were covered from sight by the tarps, blankets and open umbrellas hanging overhead to provide shade. The market was bustling with all creatures of life; demons, imps, and hellhounds alike. Either trying to sell their wares and cheat someone of their life savings, or excited buyers chittering away and browsing all that was offered.

“How exhilarating~!” the Overlord grinned, looking out at the spectacle with bright eyes, “I had forgotten how appealing this place was. This is going to be quite the escapade.” Alastor happily turned his head to you, extending his elbow to you and giving a cocky grin. You looked between him and his arm, unsure of his intentions. His smile widened.

“I guaranteed your safety during this outing did I not? We don’t want to risk separation in this maze. Now then,” he leaned in closer, stretching his arm out further, “Shall we~?”

You couldn’t help the smile spread across your face; always ever the gentleman. You looked to him pleasantly, looping your arm in his and giving a determined nod. And with that, Alastor took the lead as you ventured deep into the market.

The variety of items for sale was incomprehensible. Antiques, produce, jewelry, weapons, and of course, second hand items. And boy, did you desperately want to peruse it all. But of course, you came here for one reason and one reason alone. And as thrilling as this all was, you knew you couldn’t be too charmed by the wonders of the market. This was how the ne'er do wells prayed on their victims. It would be easy for a demon to go missing amongst all the busyness and exhilaration. In this place, dark deals were struck and souls were either sealed or stolen. And you couldn’t be distracted by frivolous things.

Get in, get the mushrooms, and get out.

At least. That was your initial plan.

Alastor seemed to have other ideas.

This mother fucker strolled through the booths as if it was a Sunday afternoon, guiding you along and stopping on occasion to peruse. He would converse with the various sellers and happily turn to you, either showing off what he found or telling stories when something reminded him of a memory. He kept a firm grip on your arm, meaning you had no choice but to follow along with his meandering.

At first your nerves were on edge, eyes darting around anxiously, body tense, and flinching at every obnoxious sound. Alastor seemed to notice, and at some point, gave your hand on his arm a gentle pat. It was a simple gesture, and when he did it, he wasn’t even focused on you, instead speaking with another vendor. But you appreciated him acknowledging your nerves and attempting to calm you without drawing attention. The action and thought behind it was more than enough to comfort and assure you that you had nothing to worry about.

Eventually, you could feel your muscles relax once you realized no one would lay a finger on you with the Radio Demon by your side. As time trickled on, you became more confident, and even began to enjoy yourself and forget about any potential dangers. This was probably the only chance you’d ever get to come to the Black Market with as much protection as you did, so you might as well milk it for what it was worth.

At one point, you let go of his arm to toss on a pair of crazy glasses and throw a feather boa over your shoulders, striking a pose and cracking a joke. The Overlord seemed impressed with your new found confidence, and was more than happy to join in on the banter. And immediately tease your new look.

“If this is what you consider a correction for your fashion sense, perhaps my little songbird is more of a dodo~”

You tried to place an old fedora on his head and force him in on the fun, but the party pooper wouldn’t allow it. Snarling at the wretched thing and not even wanting to know how many disgusting sinners it had been on. And honestly, you couldn’t blame him for that, but you knew despite the venom in his smile, his eyes were dancing.

It wasn’t long until you were the one leading the way, zipping from booth to booth like a child on Christmas as Alastor followed closely behind. He had noticed you had dropped your guard, which was honestly what he had wanted all along. You had been working so hard, you deserved a fun day out on the town. He was glad to see that by demonstrating how safe it was, it would allow you to relax and fully enjoy the experience.

But now it was his turn to keep watch, his back straight and eyes carefully scanning. Of course, the Black Market was nothing but child's play for him. But for a simple sinner like yourself? He could understand why you were hesitant to come. Especially given your radiant personality; one that could attract sinners and imps alike like a moth to a flame.

And of course, as you practically beamed through the lanes, it didn’t take long for you to capture the attention of others. Eventually, you became so carefree, you didn’t even notice the times when certain demons would eye you up and down hungrily. Or the one hellhound who even attempted to snatch your purse.

But they were dealt with swiftly; black tentacles impaling, slashing, and ensuring that no one would ever dare lay a finger on you.

At one point you turned to him and noticed his smile was sharper than before and his scarlet pupils shining with glee. You had asked what he found so entertaining, but he simply patted your head and assured you it was nothing, quickly changing the subject by distracting you with the wares of the next booth over.

About an hour or so into your adventure, you were a couple of steps ahead of Alastor when one booth in particular caught your eye. Filled with mugs, kettles, spoons, and coffee machines, you were instantly reminded of your deer friend and your wonderful morning chats. Especially the one you had that very first morning, it was honestly the very beginning of what would become your close relationship. You vaguely remembered him mentioning not being able to brew that perfect cup…

An idea popped in your head.

You whipped your head around to quickly look behind and caught Alastor making his way towards you. You didn’t have enough time to peruse and find something, and you didn’t want to ruin the surprise. You’d have to find an opportunity later to come back in secret. But for now, you had to distract him.

You jog back to the Radio Demon and casually mention wanting to focus on the search for the mushroom stall, using the guise to pull him along further and away from the particular vendor. Alastor cocked an eyebrow at you, but eventually agreed that it was time to start looking for the rumored toadstool. He linked his arm with you once more and continued walking forward, unaware of you taking mental notes and memorizing landmarks.

Finally, after about twenty minutes of serious searching, you were able to locate the booth with the mushrooms. You recognized them by their iridescent blue shimmer, similar to what you had seen online, and your heart leapt with delight. You were practically bouncing on your feet, pointing excitedly and rambling like a dork while Alastor smiled in amusement. A line had started to form; clearly you weren’t the only ones aware of their magical properties, and you immediately zipped to the back, Alastor casually strolling behind.

“Well my dear,” he mused, leaning to the side to look ahead, “Given the amount of demons ahead of us, I’m afraid we’ll have to wait a little while.” He looked back at you expecting you to be crestfallen or pout, but you happily shook your head.

“Trust me,” you smiled up at him, “I’ve waited years already to get my hands on one of these things. Another fifteen minutes is nothing.” You glanced at the line ahead of you and did some quick calculations. You would likely be waiting for fifteen, twenty minutes? Would that be enough time to perhaps…?

As much as you were excited to be so close to achieving your goal, your mind was focused on something else. This could be your chance. This might be the only one you get today, and it could be the perfect opportunity… You had to take it.

“Actually…” you drawled, “I saw some really nice clothes in one of the booths we passed… could you wait here for me while I check it out real quick??” Alastors eyes immediately narrowed and brows furrowed.

“I wouldn’t recommend that dearest,” he stated, eyes flicking around his surroundings before focusing back on you, “I know we’ve had a lovely afternoon, but I must remind you of the shadows that lurk in the darkness. It wouldn’t be wise to leave my line of sight.”

Shit. You were afraid this would happen. And you knew deep down he wasn’t wrong. But you felt so strongly about this, and it would only be for a few minutes. What was the worst that could happen? You hide your inner turmoil with a cheeky grin.

“Al, you straight up said I need new clothes,” you razz, raising a brow at him. To this, the Overlord huffed.

“I would hardly call second-hand filth an improvement…” he muttered, nose wrinkling at the sheer thought. You couldn’t help the snort escape your nose, but you pressed on.

“C’mon Alastor, please??” you were practically begging at this point, “I don’t want to lose our spot in line, and the booth was just around the corner. I promise I’ll be super quick.” You gave him a pleading look in hopes to help convince him.

Alastor’s face scrunched up in disgust at your soppy expression, but soon softened to contemplation as he looked at you. His eyebrows were tight in thought, clearly thinking hard about his answer and how to proceed. A good minute passed before the deer demon finally sighed and his head fell. You felt your breath catch in anticipation. His head rose to meet your gaze, his eyes sharp and serious.

“Take this with you.” He stated, lifting his left arm and offering you his microphone. You felt your eyes widen in surprise, eyes flicking between the staff and him. You knew how important his mike was; it was always on his person or a conjuring away. You had never known him to be without it.

“Al… Are you sure?” you breathed, completely thrown off guard by this gesture. But he lifted the staff closer to you, emphasizing his words with this action.

“I would feel better knowing I have direct contact with you should anything happen.” he spoke, “If for whatever reason you need me, simply say my name into it. And I’ll know where to find you.”

You tried to swallow the lump in your throat. Now you felt completely awful about lying to your friend, especially if he was entrusting you with this. But you really wanted to do this. It was for him. And now, with this added protection, you knew you would have nothing to worry about.

You slowly raised your hands and gently grasped the staff, feeling the power practically buzzing through it. You were just about to pull it away when Alastor suddenly yanked it towards him, making you gasp in shock as you were pulled closer to him, now only mere inches from his face. Your heart was beating like a drum as his piercing eyes bore into you.

“Don’t make me regret this decision y/n.”

Whether this was about him entrusting you with his staff, or about letting you venture off on your own, you weren’t sure. But his tone was firm, commanding. Either way, you knew he was dead serious. You would’ve been scared if it weren’t for his grim eyes softening for a fraction of a second. Your heart bled for a moment before giving him a determined nod, acknowledging his statement. With a blink, he rose back up to his full height, his expression now calm, but his smile weak. You pulled the microphone tight to your chest, your smile cheek to cheek with enthusiasm.

You took a second to dig through your purse and place some money in his clawed hand, in case he reached the front of the booth before you returned. He protested for a moment, claiming he could very well afford to buy produce, thank-you-very-much. But you ignored his grumbling, insisting that they were your mushrooms, therefore you would pay for them. After making sure he had enough, you turned to run back to the previous stalls. But before you could make it far, you turned back and cast one final glance at the Radio Demon. Alastor was still watching you, his brows furrowed and grin tight. You smiled and called out to him, giving a reassuring wave.

“Thank you Alastor! I’ll be back before you know it!!”

The deer demon said nothing in return, simply giving you a single nod. His expression made you worry for a moment, inner fears pricking your mind. Was this really a good idea? But you thought back to everything Alastor had ever done for you. The laughter and thrill he brought into your previously dull afterlife. Your grip on his staff tightened; you knew you would be safe. Just holding the microphone was enough to make you feel more confident. You wouldn’t be alone; a piece of him was here with you.

Everything would be ok.

Before you could think about it any further, you turned on your heel and ran, disappearing into the crowd and venturing off on your own.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

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enhaeven · 5 months

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STATUS KEY ⇣

☆ — planning | ✎ — writing | ⟳ — editing

legend: m - mature, f - fluff, a - angst

・❥・ 이희승 ; LEE HEESEUNG

⟶ 1:10AM (m, a)

⇥ [fuck buddies, college!au, holiday!au?]

↳ « the last thing you expect in welcoming the New Year is for Heeseung to remind you that he's still the best fuck you've ever had »

・❥・ 박종성 ; PARK JAY

⟶ ✎ Positions (m, f, a) ⇥ (??k)

⇥ [college!au, roommate!au, fake dating]

↳ « how hard could it be for jay to have you as a roommate when you've done nothing but give him headaches. oh, even better when his mother thinks you’re his girlfriend »

・❥・ 심재윤 ; SIM JAKE

⟶ ☆ If You Fall (f, slight angst?)

⇥ [college!au, fall!au, best friends to lovers]

― PART OF THE FREE FALL SERIES

↳ « you've been missing your best friend more than you expected but Jake just thinks that you needed space after your recent breakup. truth is, you just didn't know how to admit his role in making it inevitable »

・❥・ 박성훈 ; PARK SUNGHOON

⟶ Look Closely (m) ⇥ (4k)

⇥ [situationship?!au, gala!au, college!au]

↳ « you've been spending a lot of time with Sunghoon lately so he's not entirely pleased when you showed up with a date after refusing his offer »

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⇥ [urban fantasy, vampire academy!au]

― PART OF THE INTO THE FANDOMVERSE COLLAB

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⇥ [harvest festival!au, rivals to lovers]

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mybelde · 1 year

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how not to romance a guy 101

pairing: Xiao x gn!reader

genre: modern college au, fluff, crack, smau

summary: You just found out that there was this extremely attractive guy in your chem class, and what was your first thought? "Is he single?" Since then, you've made it your mission to try and romance him before someone else wins him over. However, the problem was, you have no love life at all! But seriously, how hard can it be to win someone over? This is how not to romance a guy 101

status: ongoing [4 Feb 23 - ??]

author's note: putting this out here first, will only start once i finish my aether smau. like bro, how can i not write a smau about my husband 🤨??/j anyways, i decided to make this smau gender neutral so that all the simps can enjoy this lol xiao so babygirl fr

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Plan # 1

➸ 00: who's that cute guy ✎

⌫ Step 1: Get his number

➸ 01: like a k-drama scene

➸ 02: he's in my chem class???

➸ 03: chickened out ✎

➸ 04: in my stalker era

➸ 05: you're saying he's not a model??!?

➸ 06: the plan

➸ 07: check your dms

⌫ Step 2: Text him

➸ 08: osmanthus wine tastes the same as i remember

➸ 09: hey (with rizz) ✎

➸ 10: 21 questions

➸ 11: i'm not always this cringe i swear

➸ 12: i promise i'm not a scammer ✎

➸ 13: help pls | 13.5: when he's good at science AND math >>>

➸ 14: partners? fuck yeah! ✎

Added— ⌫ Step 2.5: Hangout with him

➸ 15: meetup (date)

➸ 16: you smell like qingxin flowers ✎

➸ 17: stop procrastinating

➸ 18: my treat ✎

➸ 19: want to be cat parents? ✎ | 19.5: oh. ✎

➸ 20: are you free tonight

➸ 21: still hung up on her? ✎

⌫ Step 3: Give him almond tofu

➸ 22: -

➸ 23: -

➸ 24: -

➸ 25: -

➸ 26: -

➸ 27: -

➸ 28: -

⌫ Step 4: Ask him out

➸ 29: tba

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stardustchord · 2 years

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Imagine if You Knew ༄

✧ date: 05/27/2022

✧ pairing: george weasley x gn!reader

✧ summary: You accidentally stumble upon your friend, George Weasley, pleasuring himself. As you turn to leave before he notices you, you hear the unmistakeable groan of your name escape his lips, unaware of his current audience.

✧ word count: 5.1 k

✧ warnings: [18+ DNI if you are a minor] contains smut, fluff, explicit language, masturbation, unknowingly being watched during sexual acts (although not in a perverted way), being caught masturbating, sex in Ron's bed (not intentional, I swear), choking kink, hair-pulling kink (blink and you'll miss it), mentions of asexuality, lots of crying and nervousness from the reader (and therefore lots of comforting from Georgie), uses the terms "Y/N" and "beautiful" (in the gender-neutral sense).

✧ a/n: Not only is this my first finished fic, but it's my first smut writing. It's proof-read, but probably not that well. Please be kind <3

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✎ He was oblivious to what was happening around him.

And, you guess, so were you.

You had been working for George and Fred Weasley at their shop for over a year now, and it was where you spent most of your extra time. You had originally used the excuse that you needed some extra money to buy supplies for the school year, but after spending every day after school there, and the entirety of summer break so far- even when the twins gave you a day off- they eventually caught on that you were there simply because you loved spending time with them.

The three of you had become a practically inseparable trio, and the best of friends. Teasing and romantic jokes from your peers had become normal at this point, and you stopped thinking too hard about them after you realized that nothing you could do would prevent them. You weren’t phased anymore, because you were just friends, and therefore didn’t have anything to be embarrassed about.

You had thought about possibly pursuing a relationship with one of them, but the kind of love you felt for them wasn’t exactly what others had described. It was a sort of unconditional love- a comforting, warm feeling that made you feel at home. Everyone else had described butterflies, nerves, beating hearts, arousal… And why would you spend your time thinking and dating when you could just keep spending time with them the way you already were? You were content with your current friendship, and besides, it’s not like either of the twins wanted anything more, either. At least, that you knew of. You never thought to ask, because you didn’t want to ruin what you already had.

But, Godric. Imagine if you knew what you were about to find out today.

It was a regular, sunny summer day. You and Fred were going to be late to the shop this afternoon, making George the only one in the store for about an hour. Fred was meeting up with Lee for whatever scheming they had planned, and you were supposed to have summer tutoring with Professor Lupin. Lupin ended up having to cancel at the last minute, so you headed to the shop at your normal time. Most people would’ve used the extra hour before work to go relax or have fun, but to you, the shop was your happy place, and you looked forward to working there every day.

As you approached the front of the store, you thought that it seemed strangely dark inside. Peeking in the window, then rattling the locked handles, you realized that the store was… closed? That didn’t make any sense, Georgie should already be working now. You pointed your wand at the door and whispered the spell to unlock the handles, propping open the doors and turning on the lights.

You hadn’t opened the store by yourself before, but you were sure that the twins wouldn’t mind. They trusted you and you knew the store like the back of your hand. Not to mention, the longer the shop was open, the more money you all could bring in to help the Weasley family. After all they’ve done for you, the least you can do to repay them is run the shop by yourself for a while.

You waited at the front of the store for a few minutes, bored out of your mind. Usually people were stopping by at this time, but still no one had visited the shop. It was obviously a slow day, so you thought to yourself,

Why don’t I go in the back and start unpacking some of the boxes in the back? Godric knows that the twins are awful about stocking new merchandise as soon as it comes in.

You spent a few minutes diligently cataloging and organizing the new items, when you suddenly heard a soft rustling noise coming from the left side of the store in upstairs area. You froze, listening carefully. There it was again- a strange, quiet shifting noise.

Merlin, did one of the pygmies get out again?

Of course this would happen when you were running the store alone… Those things were nearly impossible for only one person to catch.

You sighed and headed up the stairs with a box in your hands, ready to trap it in a corner so the twins could help you put it back once they arrived. You moved slowly and quietly, trying your best to keep the pygmy puff from realizing you were coming to get it. As you finally reached the top of the stairs, you discovered what was really making the noises.

There, on the couch on the left side of the room, the only resting spot in the store, was George Weasley. He was sprawled across the sofa, his legs spread, pants unbuckled, head back, eyes closed, one hand wrapped around his neck and the other hand wrapped around his… Oh, Merlin. You felt your brain turn fuzzy as it finally dawned on you what was happening in front of you. The pace of his hand was slow, pumping himself, swiping his fingers over his tip every few seconds to collect the droplets of precum that were forming there. The hand around his throat was choking most of his sounds, causing his breathing to escape in quiet little gasps.

So this is why he hadn’t opened the shop yet.

You swallowed thickly, feeling a sudden rush of heat forming in the pit of your stomach. You were completely mesmerized by the view in front of you- the way his bright red hair was falling around his face, the veins and muscles in his hands and arms, the sweat beading on his pale skin, the soft, almost-silent groaning coming from his throat… Your knees were weak as you watched him, completely oblivious to his new audience.

This is wrong, I need to-

Your hand reached up to rub your eyes, snapping you out of your paralyzed state. You turned around, feeling the redness in your face, and quickly but quietly went to head back down the steps, when…

“Y/N-”

Your eyes snapped back to the couch, afraid that he had finally seen you, and you felt panic setting in. But as you studied him, he was just as blind as before, eyes still tightly closed. His hand was now moving faster around himself, his hips bucking into the air involuntarily.

“Fuck yes, Y/N…”

He wasn’t calling you. He was imagining you. Your mouth went dry.

Is- was he- does he like me? Well, obviously he does, or else he wouldn’t be moaning my name as he jerked himself off.

You shook your head furiously.

No, no, this isn’t-

You had never imagined that either of the twins could like you.

How many times has he done this?

Your head suddenly started pounding.

It’s none of my fucking business.

You silently descended down the stairs, grabbed your things, turned off the lights, locked the doors, and left the store. You stopped outside of the shop, your mind clouded and racing with thoughts.

What if he saw me leave? What if he knew I was there? What if he wanted me to stay? What if- No, I need to stop. I shouldn’t have seen that, shouldn’t have known about that.

You looked at the sidewalk in front of the shop, and set your stuff and yourself down.

I know, I’ll just wait for Freddie to come back to the shop. He shouldn’t be that long. That way I can still work later, like I promised, but I don’t have to bother George. Sounds like a great plan. A perfect, fool-proof plan to make sure that…

That you didn’t have to be alone with George.

Godric.

Your mind drifted back to what you had just witnessed, and you felt the heat pooling between your legs, butterflies forming where you had never felt them before.

No, no, no. This isn’t fair. We’re just friends. And even if I wanted us to be something more…

A little voice nagged in the back of your mind. Come on, you know that you would have dated him if he asked. He was always the more attractive of the twins, and his personality fit perfectly with yours. If he would’ve kissed you, trailed his hand along your back, held you up by your lower waist while he sucked on the sensitive spot of your neck, brushed his hands between your thighs, asked you to open your legs for him, asked you if he could feel you where you wanted him most… You wouldn’t have said no.

Godric.

Why is this happening to you? You never thought anything like this before. But fuck, apparently George had. You squeezed your legs together and brought a textbook out of your bag, fumbling through the pages awkwardly, trying anything to get your mind off of what was filling your head.

After what felt like the longest period of time in your life, you were greeted by a sauntering Fred Weasley heading towards the shop. As he got closer, he gave you a confused look.

“Hey, Y/N, why aren’t you in the shop yet?” he asked you.

You looked up at him from where you sat. “Uh, the store’s- it’s locked?”

Fred looked behind you and frowned. “Well that’s strange. George should be here already.”

He proceeded to go through the motions of opening the store, doing everything that you had already done once that day. “George?” Fred called out, heading to the back of the store. “George, are you in here?”

As the two of you rounded the corner, you saw George kneeling in front of the boxes you were unpacking earlier. Fuck. You forgot to move them back to where you found them in your haste to leave. If George noticed anything strange, he sure didn’t show it in his face. You tried your best to glance at the boxes nonchalantly, as if they were something you couldn’t care less about.

Fred crossed his arms, obviously annoyed that his brother was there, but had kept the door closed. “What in Merlin’s name are you doing back here in the dark?” he asked the twin.

George responded, as casual as always, saying “I just thought that I should unpack some of these boxes before we opened today, since we’re so behind on them, Freddie. Besides, it’s no fun actually having the store open when you two aren’t here.”

He gave you a smile and a wink, something he had done a thousand times before, but something that had a much different meaning now.

“Fine,” said Fred, “but I’m going to set up the front of the store so we can actually try to get some customers in here.”

He walked away quickly, and you followed after him like a lost puppy, desperate to not be left alone with George any longer. But the next thing you know, Fred was out to retrieve some extra material for signs from home, and you and Georgie were left alone upstairs, shelving and tidying items right by the couch. You were trying your best to act normal, but you felt like you might burst into tears any second, the guilt weighing heavily on your heart.

George had realized that something was wrong the moment you had come in with Fred, and decided that it would be better to ask you about it now, while you two were alone. He set down the box he was holding gently and reached down to hold your hand, causing you to turn to him and look in his eyes.

Godric, how had you never noticed how beautiful he really was? And the way he looked at you… How could you not realize that he liked you? Fred never looked at you this way.

“You alright, love?” he said, softly. “Something seems to be bothering you.”

Your eyes immediately glanced towards the ground as you felt tears beginning to form in the corners of your eyes. “I, um…”

What am I supposed to say in a situation like this?

“You don’t have to tell me if you aren’t ready to talk right now. I would never want to put you in a position where you aren’t comfortable. But, if you’d like to talk about it- about anything- I’m always here,” he reassured you.

The tears dripped down your cheeks, the guilt making you feel sick to your stomach. “I- I can’t talk about it now. But I want to. At some point.”

George looked at you with sadness in his eyes, before bringing you into his chest, hugging you tightly. “Whatever you want, love,” he whispered in your ear.

At that moment, Fred burst through the door, babbling with Ron about the new advertising ideas he had. You broke free from your friend and wiped your eyes quickly, making sure to hide any evidence of your upset nature from Ron and Freddie.

The rest of the afternoon crawled by, and you couldn’t wait to leave the store and head back to your summer dorm. However, just as you were about to escape, Fred approached you and gave you a friendly squeeze on your arm.

“Hey, Y/N, how about joining us at the Burrow tonight? Mum and Dad haven’t seen you yet this summer, and I’m sure that Ginny misses you too. Mum’s making pot pies and soup, I can have her whip up another plate for you.” He smiled down at you.

You gave him a small smile back, about to let him know that you’ll probably just head back to school for the evening, when George came up beside his brother.

“I did have that satchel that you wanted to borrow, darling. Even if you don’t want to stay for dinner, you could come by and pick it up if today’s a good time for you,” he chimed in.

You looked at them and, Godric, how could you say no? You love spending time at the Burrow. A small nod was enough of an answer for them, as they each hooked an arm around yours, and led you home.

It was time for dinner in the Weasley household, and despite the plate of delicious food in front of you, you couldn’t bring yourself to eat a single bite. Mrs. Weasley and Mr. Weasley were quietly discussing their days, somehow hearing only each other through the ruckus of the room. Percy was listening to them, chiming in a thought or two every few minutes. Ginny was calmly enjoying her food while Ron’s actions were the polar opposite- scarfing down his plate as quickly as he could, not paying attention to anything else. Fred and George were talking to each other loudly, about literally everything that came to their minds.

You found yourself drifting into thought as you watched them and their movements… Or specifically, George’s. His actions were so confident and subconscious, the way he was able to find and pick up his cup and raise it to his lips, while having 100% his focus on his twin and their conversation. The way the muscles under his skin moved smoothly, the way he pushed up his sleeves past his elbows as he bent his arms. The way his hand was fixed around the glass, gentle but firm, his fingers grazing over the ridges of the cylinder, just like-

“And how was your day, my dear?”

Mrs. Weasley’s question immediately snapped you out of your thoughts. You looked up from your plate nervously, and into the kind, caring, and oblivious eyes of the head of the household. The rest of the table slowly faded out their own conversations, making sure they weren’t interrupting their guest. Moments like these were usually comforting, but the pang of guilt made your stomach turn.

Oh, Mrs. Weasley, if only you knew.

You set down your fork gently, glancing at your barely-touched plate of food. “It was fine, Mrs. Weasley, but I’m actually not feeling the greatest right now. Do you mind if I excuse myself?” you asked.

You noticed Mr. Weasley nod in the corner of your eye, and Mrs. Weasley gave you a sympathetic smile. “Of course, darling. Head upstairs and rest awhile before you head home, if you need to lay down, feel free to use Ronald’s room.”

Ron stopped chewing just long enough to shoot his mother an annoyed glance. “If you’re going to let them use my room, can I at least finish their food?” he asked, grumbling through his full mouth.

Mrs. Weasley scowled at the boy, about to tell him off, but you couldn’t stand being there any longer. You gave Ron a small smile before handing him your plate. “Here you go, Ron. And thank you so, so much. I promise I’ll be out of your hair as soon as I feel like heading home.”

You felt the eyes of the family burning into your soul, as if they knew your thoughts and regrets. However, the table, much to your relief, resumed their normal chatter as you left the kitchen and started upstairs.

You gently pushed the door to Ron’s room open, staring at the moonlight peeking through the window and lighting up his bed. You walked over to it and sat down, exhausted. When your body finally registered that you were alone, the tears started to flow, soaking your cheeks.

You didn’t even know why you were crying then, the harm was done. The incident was over. You just felt so… disgusting. Why did you have to see that? Why was that the way you had to discover Georgie’s feelings for you? Why did your body have that reaction to what you saw? You knew it was natural, knew that it should’ve been pleasurable, but you felt as if you committed a crime. Both of you were keeping a secret about each other, but yours was making you feel like a horrible person.

How am I supposed to fix this?

Every time you looked at him, the only thing you could see was him sitting in the most beautiful position you had ever seen him in. And when you closed your eyes, the images of his movements and the sound of him moaning your name were the only things that occupied your brain.

So what if…

You shifted positions on the bed, feeling the friction you made between your legs. Humming softly, you laid your back down, spreading your own legs just like you had seen George doing, trailing a hand down across your body, down to where you needed to be touched most…

If the feelings weren’t going to go away, if the thoughts weren’t going to subside, you might as well make the best of it. You turned your guilt and disgust into pleasure, giving into your own fantasies, imagining George pleasing himself as you were doing now. And, just like he had moaned your name earlier…

“Georgie-” your hips arched as you imagined him fucking you slowly, whispering your name into your ear, feeling every inch of your body… “George…”

“Y/N?”

George’s voice suddenly burst through your bubble of ecstasy, as you watched the doorknob to the room turn. He was about to enter at any moment, and Godric, how could you let this happen? You were struggling to get your bottoms back on, to fix your hair and- the door was opening, and you desperately covered your lower half with the blanket on the bed.

George walked through the door, and you felt your face turn red as he stared at you for a moment. You were a mess- your hair was all over the place, your face flushed, half of your clothes on the bed, your hands clutching the comforter that now sheltered where your clothes once were. You were panting desperately, trying to catch your breath, but you that he could tell exactly what was occupying your time moments earlier.

George swallowed, realizing what he had done. He was frozen, and you recognized the look on his face- it mirrored the terror that you had felt in the shop earlier that day. He looked at the ground, ashamed, before backing out and trying to close the door behind him.

“I’ll, uh-” He stumbled over his words, the usual suave Weasley personality nowhere to be seen. “I’m so sorry to interrupt you, I- I’ll leave you be.”

With your heart pounding, you stopped him. “Wait, no, Georgie-”

He stopped moving and looked up at you.

“I don’t- I don’t want you to- I need to talk to you.” You stuttered on almost every word you spoke, desperately trying to figure out where this conversation should be going.

George stepped back into the room, closing the door behind him. “Alright, I mean, if that’s what you want.”

You moved your clothes awkwardly and patted on the bed next to you. You were both embarrassed, the air hanging heavily in the room. He joined you, sitting on the comforter, still avoiding eye contact as much as possible. You took a deep breath before starting your conversation.

“I… I saw you earlier today,” you said.

George looked at you. “What do you mean, love? We both saw each other today, at the shop, when we were working.”

“No, I-” You ran your hands over your face in a sad attempt to hide your guilty expression. “When you were on the couch in the store, when you thought no one else was there. When… when you were touching…” Your words trailed off, unable to finish your sentence.

As you looked up at the boy sitting next to him, you felt horrible. His face was redder than you had ever seen it before, as he finally realized why you were acting so strange all day.

“Is- is that why you were upset?” he asked you.

Your eyes started filling with tears again, as all the overwhelming emotions you hated came flooding back. “I am so, so sorry, Georgie. I didn’t know you were there, and then I saw you, and I heard my name and I was so embarrassed, and I didn’t want to watch you without your consent, so I just- I just left and pretended that nothing happened.” You rambled on, not able to control your tears or your ragged breathing.

George looked at you, heartbroken that you felt so embarrassed, then clutched you in a tight hug. You breathed a heavy sigh, relieved by the action. It meant that he wasn’t angry at you. It meant that he didn’t hate you.

Determined to get everything off your chest, you wrapped your arms around his waist and continued, tears soaking his shirt. “And I was so scared and guilty, because I felt like I suddenly only wanted you just for sex, and it made me feel so gross, and so I thought- I thought that if I… if I made myself feel good when thinking about it, then I would- I wouldn’t feel so disgusted by what I did. But I was wrong, Georgie, it was wrong, and I am so, so sorry.”

He gave you a kiss on the top of your head, and stroked your hair. “Quiet, love. It’s okay. I never meant to make you feel this way. I have-” he hesitated. “I have liked you for quite a long time, for your personality, your humor, your kindness, and yes-” he laughed softly, embarrassed, “-your body, love. I think that you are the most beautiful person that I have ever seen, and although I wouldn’t ever want to rush things with you, I will admit that I have fantasized about you.”

You laughed and wiped your eyes as you looked up at him. “Me?”

“Of course, love. You’re stunning, and you make me feel things that I’ve never felt before. Both in my heart, and, annoyingly enough, in other places. But I keep those thoughts to myself, and I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable because of them. I would want to make sure that you liked me, as well, before I ever revealed those things to you.”

He was so kind and patient with you, and the familiar warmth that you experienced around him was slowly coming back. He laughed a little louder this time as he held your hand in his. “I guess I massively messed up that plan, didn’t I?”

“No, Georgie,” you replied, quietly. “I messed that up.”

He gently moved your chin so were looking at him in the eyes. “How about this, love. Neither of us messed this up. It was just a series of unfortunate events, alright?”

You nodded at him, completely enveloped in his atmosphere. After a few moments, you whispered, “Georgie? I think I like you. I wasn’t sure of it before, I hadn’t even really thought of it before. But I think that I was trying to compare my feelings to what other people have described. Like, how Neville felt about Luna, or how Hermoine feels about Ron… But I don’t know- that- that doesn’t feel right. I mean, how other people have relationships. I like where we’re at. I like how we’re friends. But I want to be yours. I want to spend my time with you and… love you.”

George looked at you, paying attention to every word you spoke. “Love, do you know what asexuality is?”

“I think so? That’s what Charlie is, right?” you asked him.

“Mhm. Do you think that you might be asexual, as well?”

“I dunno, Georgie. Honestly, I don’t think so. I haven’t really thought about it. Because I am attracted to you, and I do want a relationship with you. If you want that, too.”

George cupped your cheek, leaning in close. “Can I?”

You nodded, giving him permission to kiss you. He brought his lips to yours gently, and it was the best thing you had ever felt. It was soft, but deep, and your hands wandered and found their resting place behind his head. His eyes were closed, feeling every moment of the kiss, stroking your face with his thumb. And it felt right. Whole. Warm.

Without thinking, you pressed your lips harder into his, parting your mouth slightly. Your fingers wrapped themselves around his hair as he shifted closer to your body, wanting to fill every space between the two of you. When he slipped his tongue into your mouth, you felt your heart jump, and instinctually tugged at his hair lightly.

A groan escaped his throat when you did so, and he pulled away as soon as the noise came out. Bright red blush crept across his pale skin once again, and you let out a nervous laugh. “You like that, Georgie?”

He nodded, relieved, then hungrily brought his head to you again, placing your hand in his hair like it was. Now that he knew that you were fine with this- with the two of you- he could hardly contain himself. He was shuffling around the bed, laying you on your back gently, about to move the blanket away from your body when-

“George?” Mrs. Weasley’s footsteps were slowly climbing up the stairs, obviously looking for her son.

George winked at you and covered your body with the comforter before standing and fixing his disheveled hair. He swiftly left the room, closing the door behind him with a click.

“There you are George, your father’s looking for you. I think he wants your help with something.”

George’s voice, deeper than normal, floated through the wall. “Hey, Mum? Y/N still isn’t feeling the greatest, and I don’t know if they’ll be able to make it home tonight.”

You could hear the concern in Mrs. Weasley’s voice, but your guilt wasn’t pestering you any longer. “Oh, the poor dear. I’ll let Ronald know that he’ll need to find somewhere else to sleep tonight, maybe with-”

George softly interrupted her, “I know Ron wasn’t too pleased earlier, Mum, so I can stay with Y/N in his room tonight. That way Ron can have a room to himself tonight.”

The anxiety left Mrs. Weasley’s voice, and relief flooded her words. “Thank you George, I’m sure he’ll appreciate it. Please tell Y/N that I hope they feel better soon, and make sure you get a good night’s rest as well. I’ll let your father know that you’ll help him tomorrow.”

As you heard Mrs. Weasley head back downstairs, you sat up, suddenly nervous again. George knocked softly on the door before he entered the room again. This time, you felt your heart flutter when you noticed his eyes light up at you.

“Hey, love.” He softly clicked the lock behind him. “We won’t be bothered again.”

He flashed you his iconic Weasley smile as he climbed back onto the bed, loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt, eager to resume what the two of you had started. You felt your breath hitch as you saw his eyes grow dark, and you suddenly remembered what he was doing to himself earlier… what he obviously enjoyed.

You reached up to the collar of his shirt, gently moving his tie out from under the folds of the fabric, but leaving it around his neck. With one swift movement, you wrapped the tie around your hand and tugged it tighter, bringing his neck closer to you. George’s eyes rolled ever so slightly back, and in this position, you could finally see just how aroused he was through his trousers.

“Merlin…” he whispered.

Once he was used to the new feeling on his throat, he looked down at you, smirking. “You want to play this game, love? Since you already know my secrets, well…” He dipped his head down to your collarbone, nipping at the skin before kissing it sweetly. “I’ll just have to explore every inch of your body until I find out what makes you scream.”

He was moving the blanket away from your body, gently removing your shirt, kissing down your chest, down your stomach, down to-

“Georgie?” Your voice was breathless, aroused, but soft, scared of his reaction.

He immediately stopped what he was doing and looked you in the eyes, worried that he had done something to make you uncomfortable.

“I- I don’t want…”

George changed positions so he wasn’t on top of you anymore, afraid he would overwhelm you. Sitting next to you, he brought a hand up to stroke your cheek. “What is it, love? Use your words. I’m all ears.”

You swallowed, gathering as much courage as you could so you tell him your concerns. “I don’t want things to change.”

George gave you a small smile. “The only thing that will change is how happy we make each other. Because it’s now my goal to make you feel more loved than you have ever felt in your life. How about that?”

You felt your heart melt, and your fears dissolved with it. “I’d love that, Georgie.”

“I’d like that too, my love. Now, you want to continue what we started?”

A nod was all the confirmation he needed.

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desafinado · 1 year

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ooh if you’re taking requests I would love to ask for something kaveh related,, I love him and his recent appearances have me going feral

I was thinking maybe something with an artist s/o?? with his whole arts and romance thing I think it would be so cute 😭 sketching out his building ideas and such together..I just crave kaveh content tbh

✎, ੈ♡ kaveh with an artistic s/o

°｡⋆ kaveh x reader

°｡⋆ artsy stuff, sickening fluff (yk the drill), love, beloved, dear

note: reader is described to be an appreciator of all art in general (visual arts and writing specifically) just take what resonates lol, but yeah ^^ also ahh i wrote a song sorta similar to this concept before called “art museum” so i took inspo from that skjfsdf

if you think about it, everything you see has its own artistry, its own beauty; beauty is in the eye of the beholder after all. among all the things and people, however, you found kaveh to be the most beautiful thing of them all.

his creations were just as beautiful, of course. you couldn’t help but adore the details, the aesthetics, the everything. he was clearly someone who created with his heart on his sleeve, and it was why you admired him so dearly.

and while you had this respectful and deep admiration for him, he would only praise you for giving him such inspiration in the first place, whether it be the art you create or the love you give him.

he’d watch in awe, seeing you create visuals that make him swoon, and write words that almost bring him to tears.

if he wasn’t dating you, he’d still definitely be your number one fan.

that being said, you are dating, so expect that you do the most nerdy art things together; going to art museums, painting and wine dates, simply sitting in the living room and reading each other poetry (or even making some).

“hmm, and you were there, a heavenly body, a star, whose presence i had been blessed with.” “k-kaveh! you don’t need to read every poem… haven’t you flustered me enough, today?” “i wasn’t reading that time, beloved.”

everything reminds you of each other; when you both get home, you spend the first 30 minutes telling each other of everything you saw today that reminded you of each other.

more so, when it’s art. you both could go on for hours.

“i saw a newly installed statue today, i think it was a representation of spring, blooming and such?” “hmm… sounds lovely, i’d love to see it and interpret it for myself.” “well, for me, it only ever reminded me of you.”

helping each other with your arts; i mean, art is a form of expression and you think kaveh brings out the best in you vice-versa.

he’ll ask for your opinion on sketches, how he can improve and get his feelings across better. he’ll often feign naivety and ask you to help him draw it, just so he can get you to hold him closer.

“dear… i truly haven’t a clue what you mean. could you maybe guide my hand and help me understand?”

you know what he’s doing, of course, but you’re not complaining. you’ll even tease him and whisper softly into his ear; he asked for it after all.

when you’re writing, painting, sketching or doing anything at all really, you can expect him to be watching. he’ll hum in agreement or gently speak some words of affirmation.

when he notices you being a bit stuck, a bit uninspired and frustrated, or simply overworked, he’ll be quick to coax you into bed to cuddle.

he knows how easily you might get into your head, overthinking your work, critiquing every small detail, so he’ll simply get you to stop thinking period.

he’ll stroke your head, caress your cheeks, and mindlessly draw circles on your neck, while reading you your favorite poetry.

if all else fails, he takes you out to see the sunset/sunrise (whichever is more convenient). underneath the dance of colors, the borders between day and night, he reminds you how beautiful the world is. without over complicating everything, the world simply creates all its wonders as they are.

he won’t let go of you until you get a well deserved night’s rest, and you can always expect to be right there when you wake up.

and you wake up to see that lazy smile of his, slightly squinted eyes and groggy morning voice; there’s a tenderness as he greets you a “good morning, beautiful.” and you know feel all your worries melt away.

you think he’s a being way beyond any piece of art, because he gives you reasons to face the next day, and have the courage to express yourself.

that and you can kiss him silly until you can only say each other’s names.

requests are open!! please do not repost on other sites.

#kaveh #genshin impact #kaveh x reader #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #gn!reader #genshin imagines

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imagine--if · 2 months

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Hey all!! Hope you're having a great 2024 so far (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

Just finishing up writing some k-drama fanfic (Sweet Home hcs) but I want to write for a lot of different fandoms this year, including going back to doing some Batman stuff for Danonation like I used to -`♡´-

Would anyone be interested in fanfic from these fandoms?? Let me know what characters you want to request next or see from this blog more too ✎ᝰ Here are a few I'm up for trying and have some ideas for already if you're up to them, and feel free to send me ideas:

1. Shadow & Bone

I'd love to try writing stuff for Kaz, but would give any of the main characters a go, cus I love them all - I've finished the show and am reading the Six of Crows Duology atm, it's so goodddsfksgfhagk

2. Skyrim

I've been thinking about writing for the Elder Scrolls game series' characters for a while, and would love to write some fanfic for the Deadreic Princes... especially Clavicus, he's my favourite haha; but characters like Molag Bal and Hermaeus Mora would be interesting to write for too. Or other main characters in Skyrim, I'd give them a try.

3. Attack On Titan

I've seen enough clips of this series to want to watch the whole thing, and Levi's character is an instant attraction lmao, so I'd love to try getting involved in this fandom too and write for their main characters.

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Any of these sound good? Have other ideas? (੭˃ᴗ˂)੭

Also, we're less than 50 followers away from 2k?!??!! Agshsksskfgha I'mma have to do something special for thatttt ヾ( ˃ᴗ˂ )◞ • *✰

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Not sure if requests are open but...

Kanade with a reader who are in a relationship and Kanade finds the cup noodles taste better when reader makes it.

They were when you requested so here we go! And to be honest, I had lots of fun writing this one so hopefully you'll like it too hah ^^

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕟𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕝𝕖𝕤 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Kanade finds noodles tastier when reader does them

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ @bleachtheidiot @prsk-krow @modyuki @hakulivesformusic

Kanade was in her room, working on newest song for Nightcord. It was already after 16/4pm and yet, she didn't had her dinner yet. Some may think it's nothing unusual as she often skips meals but this time was different... she promised not only Miss Honami but also her lover to eat properly but she just coudln't find the motivation to reach for that noodle cup knowing she can get the noodles made from heaven in just few minutes...

You on the other hand were just on your way to visit your girlfriend and see how she's doing! Unfortunely because of bad weather, you're few mniutes later than you told her... but let's just hope she won't mind!

You entered her house using spare keys she got for you and made your presence known when you saw no one in the sight, figuring the girl you're looking for must be in her room.

"Hey Kanade! It's just me!"

"I'm in my room! Just give me a minute!"

She probably just got some nice idea and wants to write it down, it happens often to everyone! So you took care of the kitchen, thinking you might need to clean some stuff but it ended up it wasn't much... that's when you began to wonder if she eats properly...

Once the gray haired girl comes out of her room, you immidietly asked her about your doubts after short greeting hug.

"Hey Kanade... just a question... did you ate today?"

"Yes I... ate breakfast..."

"And dinner?"

"Well, I waited for you..."

You only sighed in response, it was truly a sweet gesture of hers but you didn't wanted her to starve just because of you!

"I'll make you something quickly. Do you want anything specific?"

"Noodles?"

You kind of expected that honestly... you didn't put up any talk about how she should eat healthier tho, at that moment you were just happy she agreed to eat anything and take a break from her work.

Blue eyed girl handed you 2 cups of noodles, you knew she wanted you to eat properly too so you just nodded with a smile and filled them with water as soon as it boiled.

It was a calm moment between you two, when you were just enjoying your meal, sometimes not even talking but none of you really mind. And your girlfriend? She felt like she was eating noodles prepared by God himself! She made sure to watch closely but you never add anything to it... then how do you make it taste to heavinly!?

After you two were done with eating and cleaned up a little, she came up to you to ask you something that seemed like a very serious question to her.

"Y/N, I have a small question... how do you always make noodles taste so good?"

"Huh? What do you mean, K?"

"It's just that... whenever you do it, they taste heavinly but when I do my best to recreate it, it's not the same..."

"Is that why you waited for me with dinner today?"

The girl looked away with very faint blush, only assuring you that your guess was indeed correct. If that's the case, you might as well think of it some more... or maybe you already know the answer? Maybe it is love that counts?

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weirdkpopgirl · 1 year

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Food is Love | Dream Headcanon #10

Headcanon: Food is Love ♡

Genre: Fluff, fluff, and more fluff!

Warnings: Mentions of food?

Word Count: 2736k

Author's Note: Honestly, I feel like it's been forever since I wrote a headcanon for the Dreamies. And this specific scenario was on my works-in-progress list for weeks! My friend did help me come up with something for Chenle and Jisung, so I really have to thank her for getting me to finish this tonight. It feels nice to write something fluffy after posting a bunch of angsty stuff. An anon did send in a request about something for Haechan, and I am working on it!

Also, I don't think anyone cares. But I did see NCT Dream last week at their TDS2 concert. My bank account may be crying, but it was so worth seeing seven boys I've come to cherish so much. To me, they're more than just handsome K-pop idols. The Dreamies put a smile on my face daily, and I'm forever grateful. I really hope to see them again someday.

Anyway, I apologize for another long author's note. Thank you for reading ^ ^

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MARK

This has probably been mentioned before, but Mark would be quite the attentive boyfriend. He recalled the other day the two of you were ordering food together late at night. You said something about craving a cheeseburger, but all the American food places were closed. So on your next at-home date, Mark decided he would make you the best burger ever.

Here’s the thing, Mark and cooking did not mix too well. You walked into the kitchen with a questioning look for the man.

“Mark, dear—what are you doing?” You asked, slightly puzzled. Ingredients were scattered across the counter, and the paper with the recipe he was using already had a stain.

His lips formed a small pout. “I know you didn’t get to have a burger the last time we hung out. So I thought I could try making one.”

You tried not to laugh at your clueless boyfriend. But you were thankful for how thoughtful he was. As he rambled on, you leaned over the counter to take a peek at the recipe.

“Oh, this doesn’t seem that hard. Let’s do it together,” You suggested, walking around to wash your hands.

Even though you meant for this to be a teamwork thing, Mark just took a step back and let you take over the kitchen. You seemed to know what you were doing, a lot more than he did. He ended up helping with the smaller things like washing the lettuce and slicing the tomatoes.

In the next hour, you and Mark were happily eating the beautiful burgers you made.

“Good job Mark!” You approved, after taking a bite. “We should do this again sometime.”

Mark shook his head and chuckled. “Yeah, but you did like 95% of the work, (Y/n).”

His words caused you to blush and mumble a sorry. Then he’d smile and reassure you with a pat on the head. Even though things didn’t go as planned, Mark was still happy to spend some quality time with you.

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RENJUN

He was awakened by the morning sunshine peeking through the window shades in your bedroom. A sleepy yawn left the boy’s mouth as his eyes adjusted to the natural light. When his arms reached out to stretch, Renjun noticed the left side of the bed was empty. Your absence compelled him to groggily get up to start the day.

After quickly washing up, Renjun left the room in search of his other half. Though he was at the far end of the hallway, he was still able to take in the glorious smell of something delicious.

He spotted you in the kitchen standing behind the counter with a blue plaid apron on, and your hair tied up. A smile crept on his lips, listening to you softly sing his group’s song, Sorry Heart while you poured some water into a glass.

You nearly jumped out of your spine when you heard another voice join in. Panic immediately filled your eyes.

“Huang Renjun, you’re not supposed to be up yet!”

Your boyfriend chuckled and walked over to back hug you. “Good morning to you too?”

“No no no. I was trying to make you breakfast in bed,” You sulked. This was the first time he’s stayed the night at your place, and you wanted to surprise him.

Renjun peered over your shoulder, to see the neatly arranged dishes set up on a wooden tray.

“Is that doenjang-jjigae?” He asked, pointing to the stone bowl containing murky brown broth. Standing behind you, he realized that the soup was what he had been smelling, along with the freshly cooked purple rice.

You nodded. “And just some banchan to go with it. I also prepared some iced lemon water, since I know you like it.”

He almost wanted to cry, thinking about how much you care to put into all this. And for him? Renjun’s heart swelled with so much adoration and endearment. He turned you around so he could press his lips to your forehead.

“What did I ever do to deserve you?”

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JENO

Due to his work schedule, Jeno and you didn’t get to see each other often. But whenever he had that rare day off, he’d typically spend it with you. So he was at your apartment one day, playing with your kitten in the living room. While you were somewhere else doing who knows what. So Jeno was a little upset that you weren’t paying him attention.

Tired of waiting, Jeno placed your pet in her bed and got up to look for you.

“Jagiyaaa!” He began to whine. But then he stopped when he found you in the kitchen. He caught you while setting up your small wooden dining table, full of steaming food. You had made seolleongtang, beef bone soup, and served it with kimchi on the side.

You couldn’t help but smile at your sulky boyfriend. After placing down two bowls of rice, you walked over to hug him.

“Sorry for leaving you alone. I just wanted to make lunch for you,” You murmured.

Instantly, Jeno blushed in embarrassment as you ushered him to sit down. He didn’t expect you to be doing this sort of thing for him. You even prepared his favorite side dishes!

You watched the boy devour his food with a beaming smile. Jeno didn’t think he'd ever seen you look so overjoyed before.

“You’re like a mother watching her child.” Jeno pointed out.

The smile on your lips grew, as you used your chopsticks to place a piece of meat on top of his rice.

“I can’t help it! Seeing you eat so well makes me happy.”

Your boyfriend laughed and shook his head. “You’re something else, (Y/n).”

Though he was teasing, Jeno was very appreciative of your sweet gesture. In the back of his mind, he was already planning to cook something for you next time.

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HAECHAN

The two of you only began to date a few months ago. But the moment Haechan saw you, he was already whipped. Not a week went by without his members hearing the singer gushing about your cute habits or the sweet texts you sent twice a week to check up on him.

Recently he’s learned that you liked to cook, and he would not stop bugging you about it! He was practically dying to try your food. So one day you rushed back home after your morning class to make lunch for him. When you finished making Haechan’s bento, you had a lot of leftover ingredients. So you were able to make six other bento boxes for his members.

The way the boy’s eyes enlarged when he saw you enter the practice room carrying a bag. He had seen your text about coming to visit him but didn’t expect you to bring anything. The Dreamies greeted you with enthusiasm, happy to have a break after hours of dance rehearsal.

“You said you wanted to try my cooking right?” You smiled, placing the bag down on a table before turning to his friends. “I have lunch for you guys too!”

That was how the eight of you sat at the center of the floor in a circle, munching away. The meals you made were pretty simple. Just some bulgogi with rice and vegetables. The night before you had prepared a bunch of side dishes for today.

“Wow, I didn’t know you could cook (Y/n)! Thank you.” Mark’s compliment caused you to blush at the sudden attention. Of course, Haechan took their leader’s praise as an opportunity to brag about you.

“My (Y/n) is the most amazing girlfriend, right guys?” He boasted. “She’s adorable, kind, takes time out of her day to take care of me—”

You shyly nudged the male. “Hyuck, don’t exaggerate.”

“And she’s humble too!” Haechan added.

Jisung shook his head from across the room. “Ugh, you two are insufferable.”

“On a serious note, you better be careful Lee Haechan,” Jaemin warned, flashing a flirtatious smile. “If (Y/n) keeps bringing us home-cooked food, I might just steal her from you.”

Haechan sent a scowl that Jaemin was not fazed by.

“Don’t try to fool yourself, Na Jaeman,” He sneered, wrapping an arm around you. “(Y/n) is mine, and she loves me very much.”

The amused smile on Jaemin’s face contorted into a look of annoyance. “Yah, I told you not to stop calling me Jaeman!”

You shook your head as the other members joined in on the bickering. Shame on you for presuming that eating with 7Dream would be peaceful.

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JAEMIN

For someone who thought of herself as a slightly below-average person, you didn’t know you’d have much luck with love. And somehow, you ended up catching the attention of Na Jaemin. He was probably the most caring man you’ve ever encountered. His love was never-ending, and he never held back on giving you affection.

About a month into dating, you were determined to do something for Jaemin. After all, relationships should be 50/50. Expressing your emotions outwardly was not your strong suit. So you spent a sleepless night, thinking of what you could do to show Jaemin your feelings.

Jaemin was coming back to his dorm after a recording session for an upcoming album. Though he didn’t like to admit it, today’s schedule had been a tiring one. All he wanted to do was shower and go to bed. But when he noticed your gray slip-on shoes neatly placed near the doorway, the previous exhaustion he was feeling moved to the back of his mind.

As he padded across the room, a pleasantly familiar aroma filled his nose. His eyes enlarged when he found you standing in the dining area. In front of you was a neatly set table, with two stone bowls full of soup, and a heaping plate of meat at the center surrounded by several side dishes.

Then there was you wearing a nervous smile. “I know you must be tired. But you shouldn’t go to bed on an empty stomach. And I made cheonggukjang and jeyuk bokkeum since they’re your favorite foods.”

While you rambled, Jaemin thought his heart would explode from how fast it was beating. He sat down without saying anything, which you slowly followed. You held your breath when he picked up the spoon to try the stew.

“I know it’s not as good as your mom’s but…” Your voice trailed off. You remembered Jaemin raving about his mother’s cooking. Obviously, you couldn’t compete with her. But you were hopeful that Jaemin would still appreciate your efforts.

You watched as he took the first bite, but were unable to read his expression. A million worries flooded your head. Did he hate it? Had you seriously screwed up? What if--

“Marry me.” His deep voice put a pause to your thoughts.

It took a few seconds to process what he just said. But oh man, once you did… Instantly, you were blushing profusely and covering your face.

“Jaemin, you can’t just say stuff like that!” You mumbled.

Jaemin smiled at you being all flustered. He had to hold back the urge to jump across the table and give you a thousand kisses.

While eating, he listened to you cutely explain how he always took care of you and was determined to show you cared too. After you were done, he’d reach across the table to take your hand and press his lips to the back of it softly.

“Jagiya, I seriously have the sweetest girlfriend. Thank you.”

Usually, Jaemin was the one cooking for people, especially his members. The fact that you went out of your way to make him a home-cooked meal was so touching to him. When he told you to marry him, he was half-joking. You might not have been dating for long, but Jaemin was already planning his future with you. And this kind gesture of yours just sealed the deal. The simplest actions were what made him fall for you all over again.

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CHENLE

He was just laying on the couch, watching 7illin’ in the Dream on his phone with Daegal laying between his legs. Eventually, he got bored of watching himself bicker with his members over foot volleyball. Then he would casually walk into the kitchen while you were prepping some food.

The boy watched as you used a pair of tongs to neatly place some beef chow mein on two plates.

“This was my grandmother’s recipe. I wanted to try making it for us,” You explained,

Chenle met your grandma before and he had her cooking too. But making Chinese food for him was something you’ve wanted to do since you started dating. So decided to just stick with something you were already familiar with.

You didn’t even need to look up to see the teasing in Chenle’s smile. “You think you can make it better than your grandma?” He challenged.

In response, you merely shrugged and handed him a pair of wooden chopsticks. “Maybe. Try it and tell me.”

Secretly you hoped your boyfriend didn’t notice how nervous you were as he used the utensil to slurp up some noodles. Chenle felt like something exploded in his brain because your food was unexpectedly delicious. Eating this dish brought back memories of when his mom cooked for him.

“What do you think?” You waited for his reaction expectantly.

Despite how much nostalgia Chenle was feeling right now, he wasn’t quite ready to admit your cooking exceeded his expectations.

“It’s alright,” He said. You raised an eyebrow at the boy as he began to dig further into the meal before him.

“Only alright, huh?”

“It’s because I’m hungry.”

You held back from laughing, clearly not convinced by Chenle’s excuse.

“Well if my food is just alright, I guess you don’t want to eat it. I’ll feed the rest to Daegal.” You faked a pout and began to pull the food away from him.

Chenle quickly tried to counter his prior words. “Yah, you can’t take away something you offered me first!”

You chuckled and shook your head before telling him to at least eat at the dining table. Later that night, the two of you were laying in his bed.

“So…when are you going to cook for me again?” He asked out of the blue, sounding all innocent.

You turned your head to face him. “You really think my cooking is good then?”

“Okay, okay I admit.” Chenle playfully rolled his eyes and pulled you into his arms. “So will you make something tomorrow? You said you know how to make kimchi fried rice too, right?”

Internally, your stomach was doing little flips because of how pleased you were that Chenle approved of your cooking. But you played it off, pretending to give in reluctantly.

“Okay, I guess so.”

“Yes, let’s go man!!!” He shouted in English.

You cursed at him with your eyes for being so loud when you were trying to fall asleep. Chenle laughed in embarrassment and hugged you tighter so you couldn’t escape his embrace. Strangely, the boy’s teasing only made you fall for him more. You guessed it was part of his charm.

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JISUNG

So Jisung was playing games on his PC when a sweet aroma encompassed him. Acting like a stray puppy, the young dancer followed the smell down the hallway. He waddled into the living room, where you were sitting at the dining table. In front of you was a fish-shaped cake pan, and beside it was a heaping plate of freshly made treats.

Jisung gasped and covered his mouth. “Wah, you made bunggeo-bang?”

“Yeah, it’s your favorite right?” You hummed. “I ordered the pan a while ago, and it finally came yesterday.”

Your boyfriend stared in awe as you picked up a piece for him to try. After the first bite, Jisung’s taste buds exploded.

“Oh, mashiso!” He pouted slightly, out of gratitude.

Staring into your eyes sparkling with joy, made Jisung wonder where and how he got this beautiful thing from. You giggled at his reaction when the male squeezed you into a hug.

“I really love you.” Usually saying those words were scary for him. But with you, it just felt so right.

You grinned and patted his back. “I really love you too, Jisung.”

And then the two of you went on to feeding each other bunggeo-bang and sharing a lovely moment.

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