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myherowritings · 3 years

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PART 5. THE INHERENT EROTICISM OF BUTTONING SOMEONE’S CLOTHES

SUMMARY. Todoroki Shouto was a wealthy, young CEO who inherited his father’s enterprise. You were a barista at a local cafe who wouldn’t mind some extra cash. One day, Shouto came in during an early morning shift and tipped you such a large sum of money, you were certain it had to have been an accident. To your surprise and complete pleasure: It was not.

PAIRING. ceo!todoroki shouto x barista!reader

WORD COUNT. 3.0k

GENRE. ceo/barista au, fluff, eventual smut

WARNINGS. sexual tension !! and umm sexual frustration ;p, not explicit but prob rated 16+, just read the title of this chapter BAHAHA

A/N. sorry this is coming a little later than planned ! :( but i hope the dressing room scene can make up for it u.u tysm for reading and for all the feedback! enjoy :3 xx sof

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What were you supposed to wear to a shopping date? you asked yourself. Not that today was a date or anything. Though maybe you sort of wished it were…

The Naruhata Charity Gala was in a little over a week and Shouto would be coming over to pick you up in less than one hour and you still sat in your room with nothing but a towel on feeling more and more hopeless.

It was a strange dilemma. He met you in your work apron wearing an unflattering work shirt and work pants. And when you met up over the weekend previously, you never paid too much mind on what you would wear. In fact, you were positive he wouldn’t even care how you looked. So why was it such a big deal to you now?

Probably because of your recent admission of your growing feelings towards him, you thought crossly.

In your defense, it wasn’t like it was your fault! Right? Seeing someone everyday… Wanting to see someone everyday… Texting regularly about the most random things, having the most banal objects you saw throughout the day remind you of something Shouto did or said… With all those occurrences it would’ve been practically impossible to not start crushing on him!

Time passed as you stared at your ceiling blankly. If you kept this up, he was bound to show up in your house and find you half-naked. (Now that you mentioned it, that didn’t sound like the worst idea. But it wasn’t something you’d randomly spring upon someone.)

“Get up, Y/N!” you scolded yourself, rolling off your bed and heading towards your closet.

In the end, you ended up settling for another variation of your usual go-to outfit and called it a day. It happened to be perfect timing since, by the time you finished getting ready, you got a new message on your phone.

Shouto: Parked in front of your place

Shouto: Sorry I’m a little early. You can take your time getting ready :)

Y/N: it’s okay i’m ready now!!

After hitting send, you put your shoes on, gathering your belongings you wanted to bring with you, and headed out the door. Excited to hang out with Shouto again, you walked with a skip in your step down the path until you reached his car.

“Hi!” You waved through his half-opened, tinted window. To no one’s surprise, his car was a sleek black color with dark, tinted windows, and gold details along the sides. If it didn’t look so oddly sexy you would’ve laughed at how cutely dorky he was for matching his car with his credit card. “This is one hot car.”

He turned his head to the side when you entered the passenger’s seat. “Should I turn the AC higher?”

“Huh— Oh!” You stifled a giggle when you processed the pun he made. “You’re funny, Shouto.”

He only looked a little confused. “Thank you.”

The interior of his car was no less—for lack of better term—sexy than the outside. Leather seats, a large screen for the radio and carplay, and the dashboard and side doors lit up a nice blue color.

“Pretty!” you complimented, poking at the colorful light.

“Want to pick a color?”

Your eyes widened. “It can change colors?!”

Shouto nodded.

“Can it be pink?” you asked intently.

“Light pink or hot pink?”

“Light.”

He swiftly obliged and with a hit of a touchscreen button, the interior lighting changed from blue to pastel pink.

“Green!”

It turned green.

“Orange!”

Cue the orange.

“Purple?”

Purple.

Once you were thoroughly satisfied with Shouto showing you the whole color selection (you were almost embarrassed to admit it kept you entertained for a good ten minutes), you settled on a bright turquoise that reminded you of the color of his left eye.

“Ooh, this color! My favorite,” you said simply, giving him a wide smile.

A faint blush dusted his cheeks as he developed a sudden interest in adjusting his rearview mirror. “Hm.”

Shouto drove the rest of the way in a comfortable silence, occasionally asking how your week was outside of work and what type of outfit you wanted to wear so he could have a better idea on where to take you.

“Did you eat?” he suddenly asked when he hit the next stoplight, one hand holding the wheel and the other resting comfortably on the gear shift.

His hands looked nice and slender and soft to the touch. Pretty hands, you thought but shook yourself out of it because you could go down a rabbit hole of examining his hands and going into detail about them.

You remembered the single, measly granola bar you had due to your rush getting ready. “I didn’t really eat yet, no. Did you?”

He shook his head and pulled into a food plaza with lots of stores to choose from. The two of you agreed on a noodle restaurant that apparently had some of the best cold soba (once you learned it was his favorite food, you wanted to be able to have some with him and today was the perfect opportunity to do just that) and promptly headed to the location.

In the shop, a waiter sat the two of you down at a dimly lit booth with the perfect amount of ambience that if someone were to casually look over, they might even mistake this outing as a date.

You grinned at the thought.

“Excited for the soba?” asked Shouto, examining the smile on your face thoughtfully.

That’s not why you were smiling, but it was close enough. “Mhm. And the udon. You can never go wrong with noodles!”

Yes, you got both udon and soba. But in your defense, where else would the fun in life be if not in sugary sweets and carbs?

As the two of you waited for your main dishes, you ate some fish cakes and edamame while talking about the ways in which capitalism could be dismantled. Rather sexy of him, if you did say so yourself.

Before you knew it, you were done with your meal and headed back into his car to go fancy-people shopping. On the remainder of the ride, you asked yourself what color you should pick that would match well with both you and Shouto. After all, nothing said a cute couple who totally liked each other going on a totally real date to a gala like color-coordinated outfits, right?

He parked in front of a street of buildings with a dark glass reaching from ceiling to floor with security guards at the door. Just standing near it made you feel fancy.

“This is a place my sister told me she liked,” he said, leading you to the store front with his hand on the small of your back to guide you. “I hope you’ll find something to your liking.”

You tried your best not to pay too much attention to the warmth you felt both on your back and your stomach from the fuzzy feelings that spread.

“Hello, welcome!” the both of you were greeted as you walked through the doors. The interior of the store was lined with designer dresses, some long, some short, and all incredibly stunning. There were only a few other patrons in the store, but all of them looked so elegant as they tried on their dresses. “It’s so lovely to see you again Mr. Todoroki.”

Shouto nodded subtly. “Hello. This is Y/N, my date to the gala who’ll need your assistance today.”

“Hi!” you chimed in at his cue. “Nice to meet you.”

The worker smiled and made her way over to you. “And you as well. I’m Masuda and I’ll do my best to make sure you leave the store satisfied with your purchase! Did you have a particular style or perhaps color in mind?”

“Umm,” you said sheepishly, looking around the wide variety of clothings and unsure where to start. “I’m not too sure. It’s my first time going to one of these things so maybe something comfortable, but also still...fancy?” You scratched the back of your neck. “Does that even exist?”

“Of course— Just have to find something that feels comfortable to you.” She told you to hold on one moment as she disappear into the rows of fabric.

As Masuda collected some starter dresses for you to try on, a customer walked by with bags of clothes in her hands, her gaze lingering on Shouto, though neither of you paid her much mind.

“In this setting, you look almost fit to be a sugar daddy,” you said jokingly, looking around in awe at the sophisticated yet lavish dresses. “You take all your sugar babies here?”

“Only the ones I really like,” he teased back. His voice was deadpan but there was the telltale hints of a smirk on his face to let you know he was only messing with you.

The door chimed to signal that a customer left and by then Masuda had returned with bundles of fabric draped on her arm. She led you away in a hurry and you hesitantly looked back at Shouto who followed in a safe distance. Seeing your moment of panic, he gave you an encouraging smile that somehow was enough to ease a significant fraction of your nerves. This may be new and confusing territory, but at least he was here to help you through it.

Masuda set a dressing room up for you—it was one of those rooms in the middle of the store with curtains that reached the ceiling and mirrors all around—and placed a bunch of outfits she thought would suit your taste. It reminded you of when a bride would go wedding dress shopping with their family. When you had enough outfits for the first round, she told Shouto to sit down on a leather seat in front of your dressing room while he waited for you to try the different dresses on.

In a way, it felt oddly intimate: Shouto sitting just a few feet in front of you as you undressed, only separated by the veil of a curtain. Would he offer to help button the back of your dress up, fingers brushing against your bare skin? The thought made you feel almost hot inside as you changed out of your street clothes and into the first dress.

Unfortunately for you, this dress had no such difficult buttons to reach.

“How’s it look?” you asked shyly as you emerged from the dressing room.

The dress was pretty and didn’t feel uncomfortable to walk in, but there wasn’t any sort of attachment you felt towards it. In other words, it was simply...meh.

Shouto looked up from his phone to take in the sight of you. He smiled. “You look amazing as always.”

“You think so?” You spun around and curtseyed jokingly and he chuckled. “I don’t think it’s bad, but I’m not sure if it’s the right one.”

“We’ll be here until you find the right one you want, then. Take your time, Y/N.”

His voice was normally on the deeper side, but it sounded even more sensual and gravelly at this very moment. You felt goosebumps on your arms and it wasn’t just because of the sleeveless dress you currently had on.

“T-Thanks, Shouto,” you murmured, turning around and walking back into the changing room to hide the look on your face. You didn’t even know what kind of look you had on your face, but you knew it was one that might give too much away.

It wasn’t fair that he had to be so sweet and caring and thoughtful and handsome and rich… Most guys you met barely fit into one of those criteria, let alone all five. (Sure, the last two weren’t necessary in your opinion, but you couldn’t deny they were a nice bonus.) It was too bad you had no clue how he felt about you.

There were moments where he felt flirty and teasing, like maybe he viewed you in a more-than-friends way. But other times he was so polite and proper and you couldn’t help but wonder if he was just being nice because that’s simply the sort of person he was to everyone.

While you were trying to sort through all your thoughts, you completely forgot to change into a new dress the whole time you were in here.

You saw a shadow at the floor of the curtain before a voice said, “Y/N? Are you okay in there?”

Jumping at the sound, you scurried to put the next dress on, a blue one with almost translucent fabric and a delicate neckline. Judging from the proximity of Shouto’s voice and the shadow of his shoes, he was right next to you as you changed.

“I’m okay!” you managed, hoping you didn’t sound as wobbly as you felt. You held the dress closed at the back, fumbling with the fastens. “I just, ah, needed help buttoning this one up.”

A light ruffle on the curtain then a pause. “Should I...come in and help?”

Your eyes widened, not expecting him to actually offer to button it up like you fantasized earlier. You fully thought he might called the worker to aide you just so he wouldn’t risk making you uncomfortable. (Not that he would’ve. At all.)

“I apologize,” he said somewhat tensely after you didn’t respond. “That was indecent of me—”

“No, no!” you said profusely, poking your head out of the curtain while holding the fabric at the front of your dress to your chest. You tilted your chin to meet his gaze with a determined one of your own. “I’d love your help, Shouto.”

With a dusting of pink coloring his cheeks, he nodded and entered your dressing room. “This dress is a nice color on you.” His voice was loud against the silence.

Shouto ran his hand down the length of your spine and then up to unfold the column of buttons on your dress that curved inwards at your movement, his knuckles grazing against your skin like lightning striking water. You jolted at the sudden feeling but he didn’t remove his touch when he felt it.

“Sorry.” His voice was low, almost like a whisper. “Was just getting the buttons out.”

“N-No worries!”

His fingers began working on the bottom-most button at your lower back as he applied a steady pressure on the base of your spine to control the motion. Shouto slowly began his way up, fingertips cold to the touch. But you knew that wasn’t the only reason you felt yourself shiver. As he fastened the dainty buttons with immense concentration (much more concentration than was actually needed to fasten buttons, you were sure), you felt the heat of his breath tickling the back of your neck. You almost couldn’t keep yourself from arching your back in a mixture of anticipation and delight at his constant touch.

When he finished the last button, Shouto let one hand rest on your hip, grasping the fabric between his fingertips to examine its silken texture. Your breath caught in your throat as you stepped back and bumped into his chest, but he was already there to steady you.

With his arm on your waist and your back leaning against his chest, you made eye contact through the mirror in front of you. You weren’t sure if the pounding you felt was from your heart or his or a combination of both.

There was something almost erotic about holding each others’ gaze in the mirror after Shouto just helped you dress, the two of you still not letting the other go despite the task being complete.

“The dress… You look gorgeous,” he said, not taking his eyes off you for one moment.

You nodded slowly. It did look amazing on you. And it was breathable and soft. (Plus, Shouto liked it, which made you happier than you’d care to admit.) “The only downside would be I need help getting into it.”

“We could get ready together so it’s no issue.”

“I’d...also need help getting out of it.”

You held your breath as his eyes darkened, his grip on your waist tightening ever so slightly in a way that made you curve your back before you remembered you were flush against Shouto and he could feel even the most subtle of movements coming from your body. But by the time you stopped yourself, it was too late. He already felt it and you wanted more.

His voice was hoarse. “I could help you with that too.”

Instead of beginning to unbutton the dress like part of you thought he would, he surprised you by spinning you around to face him, your shoulder blades pressed against the cool glass of the mirror and your palms lingering on the muscles of his warm chest. The contrast of the cold glass and Shouto’s body heat left a shiver down your spine.

“And how do you plan to help take off my dress when you can’t even see the buttons?” you said challengingly, a smirk on your face despite knowing full well your body was showcasing just how affected you were by this situation. By Shouto.

He tilted his head to the side in response to your daring tone, hands swiftly finding their way to your back and unbuttoning the top five buttons. It wasn’t enough to completely expose your breasts, but it was enough to loosen the fabric at the neckline in a way that made you gasp.

“Seems doable to me,” he commented.

You tugged him down slightly by the collar of his shirt. “I don’t quite believe you. Maybe you should prove it.”

A guttural noise sounded from the back of his throat as he cupped your jaw and leaned in closer. You inched forward, eager to meet his lips. But before they could touch, a knock came from the wall next to the curtain, causing the two of you to freeze in your spots, bodies pressed against each other in an intimate flush.

“Hello, Y/N?” said Masuda cheerfully, blissfully ignorant about what was about to happen in a public dressing room in the middle of the store. “How are the dresses coming along? Did you like any?”

“Ah, actually…” you trailed off, exchanging frustrated but amused glances with Shouto. “I think we’ll take this one.”

a/n: so...mirror sex/sex in a dressing room as a bonus chapter? u.u why yes of course. i’m one step ahead; did u even have to ask? LMAO and hm i wonder if y/n’s fEeLiNGs~ are reciprocated skfkfkdg ALSO THEY WERE SO CLOSE TO KISSING BUT DIDN’T I CRY hopefully the wait will be worth it ;3

what to expect in the next part:

GALA TIMEEEE

yes y/n finally gets the fancy candy they so desired

we get to see shouto’s sexy penthouse

shouto says eat the rich >:c

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infrequent-creator · 3 years

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Don't know if you're still taking the sentence starters but if you are,, maybe 16 with SeroRoki if that's okay?? Preferably lee todoroki but ultimately up to you. Thanks !

Summary: Sero is very sensitive. In more ways than one. Todoroki’s favorite thing to do is explore that sensitive side of his boyfriend.

A/N: I just got randomly inspired for this one while I’m doing training videos at work. Enjoy! <3

Word Count: 881

“Do you need a hug?” Todoroki whispered into Sero’s ear.

“N-No, I-I’m hic okay..” The dark haired boy sobbed into his hand.

“Babe, yoube seen this movie 10 times. You know Coco remembers her dad in the end.” Shoto did his best to comfort his wheeping boyfriend.

“I know but it’s still sad!” He collapsed into Todoroki’s neck and sobbed harder.

“Shh shh, it’s ok. Just try and breathe ok?” The bi colored hero rubbed his boyfriend’s back as he cried.

Sero has always been the type to cry at sad movies. He was just an emotional guy at heart. He wasn’t the only one though. Bakugo has shed his fair share of tears over his cheesy romance anime shows. The movie Coco made Sero cry every time without fail.

“See, look Hanta. Hector is ok.” Todoroki smiled, pointing at the tv screen. Sero looked back and sure enough, the familiar ending song started to play. The taller boy smiled and started humming along as he wiped his tears with his long sleeves.

“There we go, it’s nice to see you smile again.”

“Thanks, you’re so sweet for comforting me.”

“Anytime Hanta. Ok, what would you like to watch now?”

“How about Up?”

“Sero, that’s another sad one. Are you sure you want to watch another sad one? You’ve been crying for 10 minutes about Coco. I don’t want you to get a migraine from crying.” Sero said gently, some concern in his voice.

“Hey, I’m just fine. I’m just in touch with my sensitive side! That makes me irresistible.” He

“Irresistible, huh?” Sero cocked an eyebrow. Sero’s ego was poking out again. Todoroki didn’t mind as long his sweet boyfriend’s head didn’t get too big.

“You know it, as my boyfriend you should know this.” Sero locked his fingers behind his neck, elbows up in the air. He closed his eyes to relax a little further.

“Oh, you think so?” A hint of mischief in Todoroki’s voice goes undetected in poor, unsuspecting Sero.

“Yep. I just am in touch with my feelings and that’s not something I’m going to be ashamed abOHOHOUT! ACK S-Shotohoho! What the hehehehell?!” He suddenly felt Todoroki’s fingers poking around both his exposed sides.

“Sorry, I just thought you’d like to get further in touch with your sensitive side that you were boasting about so much. So let’s check on those sensitive sides of yours~” Todoroki was grinning along with his cute boyfriend as he teased him further into oblivion. He of course knew Sero’s weakness to tickle teases.

“EHEHEHEHEEHEHEEE! NOHOHO You knohohohow that’s not whahahat I meheheheant!” Sero squealed as his boyfriend’s hands started to squeeze both of his sides rapidly.

“You sure? These sides seem pretty sensitive! What about this side, right here?” Shoto was now only squeezing Sero’s left side, the side closest to himself but also, Sero’s more ticklish side.

“AHAHAHA! NaAHAHAT THEHEHERE!” He slipped accidentally over onto Shoto’s lap, his back arched a little so his tummy was pulled slightly taut.

“Not here? Oh, this little side right here? Why not? It seems more sensitive to me than the other one.” His knuckled kneading into the new muscles formed by rigorous training.

“AHAHA snort stahaHAHAHAP! snort WHYYYEHEHEEHEHEH!” The boy was absolutely dying.

“Why? Why am I tickling you? Or why am I not getting your worst spot?” Sero’s tummy was then attacked, his worst spot. So soon?!

“NONONO! WHYEHEHEH ARE YOUHUHU TIHIHIHICKLING MEHEHEHE!” He arched back into Todoroki’s thigh, this of course didn’t provide any extra protection.

“Well because, you have been crying all day at these sad movies. I quite miss my Hanta’s beautiful smile. So this seemed the quickest way since I don’t know any jokes & you didn’t pick a happy movie.”

“I-I cahahan pihihick a happy mohohovie!” His pointer finger gently rimming the edge of Sero’s bellybutton.

“You sure? Cause I quite like this way.” The threatening pointer finger finally dipped into his bellybutton. This caused Sero to finally explode with laughter.

“EEEEE NOHOHONONONONO ILL PIHIHICK A HAPPY OHOHOHONE I PROMIHIHISE!” His eyes pricked with tears, finally starting to bat at his boyfriend’s evil hands.

“Alright well. What’s your idea?” The tickling was slowed way down to a light dancing of fingertips up and down his tummy.

“Tohohoy Stohohory 2?” He suggested through tired giggles, hiding his poor tickle- assaulted middle section.

“Excellent choice, my dear.” He leaned down to place a soft kiss on Sero’s slightly damp forehead.

“You’re the devil…” The taller boy panted, holding his tummy still.

“Aww what happened to wanting to be sensitive?” Todoroki giggled as he helped Sero sit up properly aon the couch.

“I-I don’t want to be sensitive like that!” The dark haired boy whined, holding his shirt down over his tummy.

“I don’t think you have a choice in that, love.” Shoto snickered behind his hand as he played the next movie choice.

“W-Well so are you!” With that, Sero’s long fingers wiggled instantly up Todoroki’s ribs to his armpits.

“AH hehehey get off meheheheEHEH!” He tried to get away but it was too late. His arms instinctually clamped shut, trapping Sero’s hands.

“Now let’s see how in touch with your sensitive side you are~” Sero smirked maliciously as the Toy Story movie played unnoticed in the background.

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favoniuscodex · 3 years

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ataraxia - ch. 3 [ diluc x reader ]

ch. 3 - questionnaire pairing: diluc x gn!reader warnings: mention of injuries, mentions of murder, mentions of familial passing. not beta read. words: ~2.7k words fic masterlist [ prev ] - [ next ]

chapter summary: your newest companion, diluc, fulfills his end of the bargain. you’re not quite sure what you’ve gotten yourself into. a/n: not sure how long this fic is going to be in its entirety. guess we’ll just see what happens! it’s starting to have a very different writing style from most of my stuff ;;; but that’s ok!

diluc rests within the spare bedroom of your cottage, across the hall from you. with the threat of infection eliminated, his wounds sutured, and his broken bones properly set into casts, his recovery is but a waiting game at this point. sure, he likely has several months to go, but your main priority is getting him walking once more. you would have to head into the city within the next few days to retrieve a pair of crutches for him, but until then, diluc would have to rest.

he’s finally, thank the archons, wearing a shirt. the redhead is also far less grumpy now than your previous encounters, albeit a bit drowsy when he speaks due to the influence of the far stronger pain medication that the healer prescribed him. while diluc mostly insists on managing himself, he is still unable to walk long distances, if at all, and likely wouldn’t be able to move around for the next few days.

which, of course, left diluc dependent on you.

the urge to ask him to cough up mora in exchange for your undying attention (aka, y’know, not letting him die in the midst of your daily activities) is awfully tempting, but the presence of your parents still lingers heavily in your house. while they’re not around to influence your actions anymore, the nostalgic décor of the spare bedroom diluc rests in serves the world’s worst purpose: it forces you to have good morals. therefore, out of the goodness of your heart and definitely not because you’re worried that you’ll unsettle the spirits of the dead, you ultimately decide not to ask diluc for repayment.

what you do ask him for, however, is to uphold his end of the verbal contract you two had made. sure, you’re not in liyue and under the jurisdiction of morax, but you still expect diluc to follow through. you have far too many questions for the redhead, but elect to let him rest for a bit. he had had the courtesy to thank you when you placed another glass of water, a book, and an apple with some cheese by his bedside, but had gone quiet for the rest of the day.

you now stand in your kitchen, making yourself dinner for two in silence. you have no idea if diluc will even have an appetite or if he’ll even like what you’re making, but you crack the eggs onto the skillet nonetheless. the dish in question is rather simple: toast, ham, poached eggs, and mayonnaise. within minutes, you’re serving up the plates of food and you decide to leave your own in the kitchen.

despite the door being cracked, you knock slightly on the door to diluc’s temporary room. you cringe internally as it swings open from the gesture, but diluc, who is surprisingly awake and in the middle of reading the book you had left him, doesn’t seem to mind the sudden intrusion. his head perks up upon seeing the food in your hands and you feel guilt swirl in your stomach. had he been hungry this entire time? oops.

“hi, i... uh... made food,” you awkwardly greet, holding out the plate to him. diluc takes it with his uninjured left hand and sets the plate in his lap.

“thank you,” diluc says and the words are strangely genuine. much to your behest, in the short encounters you’ve had with him since the healer departed this morning, he has been nothing but polite. it’s irksome. you want a reason to hold a grudge against him due to his crankiness yesterday. however, it’s proving to be hard.

“adventurer’s breakfast sandwich,” you explain, gesturing to the dish. “hopefully you don’t have any dietary restrictions.”

“i do not,” diluc confirms as he cuts into the poached egg with the side of his fork. you watch as the yellow yolk oozes out. “are you an adventurer?”

you shake your head. “nope. just grew up with some in the family.”

“ah.” diluc says and silence falls between the two of you. you shift awkwardly as he begins to eat and diluc makes no effort to engage you in conversation. great, you think. we’re both awkward.

“are you an adventurer?” you finally ask, unable to think of a better conversation starter. you know your food is getting cold, but it can wait. if you do this little chit-chat with diluc right, you’ll be able to get the answers you need.

“not quite,” diluc says after swallowing the bite of food he’s chewing. you await an elaboration. he does not provide you with one.

you quickly realize that talking to him is going to be the equivalent of prying teeth. you’ve never wanted to be a dentist. this isn’t going to be fun for either of you and he’s certainly not going to make it easy, even if the two of you did have an agreement. so, you decide. i’m not going to make it fun for him either.

“so, diluc,” you sing-song, sitting down in rocking chair in the corner of the room. you hastily shove the quilt that rests upon it to the side. “how’d you get your ass kicked?”

diluc sets the fork down on his plate, having finished his meal after scarfing it down. he narrows his eyes at you, unamused, but decides to indulge you with an answer anyways.

“i got in a fight. i did not get my ‘ass kicked’,” he explains. it’s a rather awful explanation.

“you got in a fight with your enemies.” you clarify dully, unimpressed with his answer.

“correct,” diluc says. silence falls between the two of you. it’s only interrupted by the rumbling of your stomach, which diluc can thankfully not hear. you stand from your chair, take his plate from him, and pad into the kitchen before returning with your own plate. you sit back down in the rocking chair and begin to eat as diluc stares at you warily.

“i have questions for you,” you say before he can bury his nose in the book you provided him once more.

“such as?”

“your ‘enemies’. do they know you’re here?” your safety is your first priority. while you don’t want diluc to die, you’re not about to sacrifice your own life for the man who brought trouble to your doorstep.

“no.” he responds after a brief moment of thinking. his tone is rather sullen, yet it reeks of honesty. yuck.

“how do you know that?” you ask, poking at the runny egg yolk that bleeds onto the bread underneath it.

“we would both be dead if they did.”

you have half a mind to kick him out for that response, but choose to swallow another bite of your sandwich once more. what a relaxing, polite answer from the stranger lying in your bed. for all you know, he could be a murde- holy shit. is he an enemy of the state? am i housing a fugitive?

“diluc,” you begin and he tilts his head inquisitively, surprised by the sudden desperation in your tone. “just who are you running from?”

the panic in your voice is evident and it causes diluc to actually consider your question. after all, you could have the fontaine government knocking at your door tomorrow morning and arresting you because of this weirdo. you weren’t too worried about his ability to stick a knife in your neck either. thanks to him somehow fracturing one of the strongest bones in his body, he likely wouldn’t be able to do that yet. yet.

“oh. i am not a fugitive or anything, if that’s what you’re concerned about.” diluc says. it provides you little relief.

“answer the question.” you demand and diluc parts his lips to speak, before closing them once more. his brows furrow slightly as he thinks of a response.

“i did agree to answer your questions. although i can’t necessarily say i trust you yet, i am indebted to you for your hospitality.” diluc’s answer still manages to evade the question, so you ignore his platitudes and instead stare at him pointedly. he seems to get the hint as the corner of his lips threaten to twitch upwards into a smile, but he quickly returns to his typical stoic expression.

“my enemies are the fatui.”

your fork clatters against your plate and you bite back a groan. so, diluc is an enemy of the state. just not your state. while you certainly wouldn’t get in any legal trouble for housing him, especially since fontaine’s relations with snezhnaya were tempestuous at best, it would inevitably bring trouble knocking to your door. but you knew enough of the fatui to know diluc is telling the truth. if they knew of his location here and he was a great enough enemy to have sustained such injuries from them, then the fatui would have arrived to kill him already. for now, only two other people besides diluc knew of his arrival to the farm: you and the healer.

as much as the healer loved mora, she hated the fatui more. you weren’t too concerned with her involvement in the situation. you, on the other hand, were the biggest concern. if the fatui came knocking at your door asking for diluc, you would hand him over with little to no hesitation. after all, they rewarded compliance with hefty amounts of mora and you were no fool. such an amount would truly be life changing.

“that sucks.” you finally respond before stuffing your mouth with another bite of food.

“for them.” diluc says. his tone lacks any haughtiness, leaving you perplexed. you swallow the food in your mouth before staring at him quizzically.

“they broke your femur.” you remind him and diluc seems nonplussed about the confession.

“i’ve maimed twenty of their agents. potentially killed, but i typically do not stick around to view the results.” diluc says. yup. there it is. the murder confession. of course. although, you had to hand it to him. despite how bad you wanted the fatui’s mora, if you were capable of kicking their asses, you would do the exact same thing. therefore, you bite back your judgment.

“why? i mean, apart from the fact that the fatui suck. everyone knows that,” you wave your fork lazily in the air. “but why specifically risk your own life to... aggravate them?”

diluc’s eyes break away from yours and it appears you’ve hit a sore subject. you brush it off. the man can confess he beats up fatui agents for fun but can’t easily say why? that wasn’t your fault. the redhead could sort out his problems on his own time. you were just curious, that’s all.

“they’re a nuisance where i’m from,” he explains, although his voice appears to be rather distant.

“mondstadt, right?” you ask and diluc looks up at you with wide eyes, startled by your accuracy. “i can recognize the accent. it’s not very discreet. gonna have to change that if you don’t want to stick out like a sore thumb.” his expression settles into a slightly sheepish one at your words.

“you’re new to this, aren’t you? the whole espionage thing?” you ask, moving your now empty plate off your lap and setting it on the floor next to you.

“how could you tell?” diluc asks cautiously. you can almost see the walls around his personality reinforcing themselves with each spoken word.

“you didn’t have a game plan for what you did if you got injured. if so, you wouldn’t have showed up on my doorstep. you also asked for a healer long before you knew anything about me besides my name. you didn’t hide your accent. and, no offense, but your appearance sticks out like a sore thumb. red hair and such a distinctive black jacket don’t exactly help with keeping a low profile,” you explain and diluc just stares at you blankly, folding his hands in his lap.

“you are very thorough.” he says and you flash him a smirk.

“i’ve had all day to think. but, trust me and i’ll trust your words, even though i probably shouldn’t. this is just a farm and i’m just trying to make ends meet. i don’t really care to get involved in politics or any of that, but, unfortunately, i can’t just let you die,” you lean back in the rocking chair. the tips of your toes graze the ground lightly, preventing you from swinging back and forth.

“thank you for that,” diluc says and the two of you fall into silence. his eyes glance at his book, but it appears as if he’s trying to be respectful. the redhead seemed to be fairly awful at small talk, but you were going to force it anyways.

“what are your next plans?” you ask. “you’ll be walking in a few days. are you going to go challenge the tsaritsa herself?”

much to your surprise, diluc laughs quietly at your question. “no. i... still need to figure out what i’m going to do. despite how much i want to, i cannot simply throw myself back into the thick of things.”

ah, so the fatui vanquisher did have some basic preservation skills. what a surprise.

“well, you’re more than welcome to stay as long as you need to,” you offer. you’re not quite sure why you do, but the words exit your lips before you can rescind them.

“in exchange for payment, i presume?” diluc asks as a formality, but you shake your head no.

“you’ll have to pay for your food. i’m no bed and breakfast, after all, but... hm. let’s just say i have some family that would want me to support those who made enemies of the fatui.” your words are intentionally vague, much like his earlier ones. diluc’s eyes soften in understanding found within the words not spoken between the two of you. you can relate to him on his fatui hatred, even if you would sell diluc to them for the price of a single corn chip.

“but overall,” you continue, burying your grave even deeper. “you can stay here free of charge. however, i do expect you to help out around the farm once you’re able to.”

“that is... quite generous. thank you.” diluc praises you and you shake your head, waving his words away with a flick of the wrist.

“i’m not doing it for you.” you stand up and walk to the doorframe, your back now turned to him. “the fatui killed my parents. you kill the fatui. it only feels correct.”

you turn to look at him over your shoulder and flash him a faux smile. it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. diluc stares at you expressionlessly, yet you can see the sympathy in his eyes. the same pity in his eyes is the one you see in most of the townsfolk. it’s why you keep to yourself. it makes you feel small and insignificant. but you don’t snap at the redhead because of it. instead, you just sigh, before glancing at the bedside table to make sure he had enough water.

“i’ll be in my room. don’t hesitate to let me know if you need anything.” your voice is softer than before, but you don’t await an answer from him. instead, you shut the door behind you, before letting out a sigh and running a hand over your face.

jeez, you really know how to overshare, don’t you? you chastise yourself, but before you can beat yourself up too much, your dog trots up to you and nudges you gently. the gesture pulls you out of your negative thoughts and you walk over to the back door, opening it up for him to go outside.

your dog pauses for a second, glancing up at you and wagging his tail for a brief moment, before bolting out the door. this time, the night is filled with clear skies and little to no threats.

“be quick.” you call after him. you hear a soft bark in response and, staring out into the vast expanse of green grasses before you, you feel a churning in your stomach. you’re unsure whether it’s trepidation or excitement for what’s to come.

you aren’t sure you want to know.

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1.) Be Mine (“Oh that is IT! Come here!”) Itadori x Platonic!Reader ~Jujutsu Kaisen~

“Oh, that is IT! Come here!” Yuji whirled around, turning to you with gleaming eyes. The two of you were goofing around, poking fun at one another, first verbally, and then physically. You had just jabbed him in the ribs for the last time before he was upon you, putting that near inhuman strength and speed into good use.

“AH! Yuji! Wahhahahhahahahahit!” You squealed, his hands flying along your torso as he jabbed at you repeatedly, poking at your ribs and sides as he circled you. “Doohhohoohohn’t tihihihihihickle me!”

“Oh, so you can tickle me but I can’t tickle you?” The sorcerer tsked, his silly game never pausing. “I don’t think that’s very fair, (Y/N)! Especially when you’re clearly more ticklish than me!”

You tried to run away, feigning dodges left and right in an attempt to get him to mess up, but Yuji was quicker. While training together had been a joy for you two- it proved one massive weakness as of now: Yuji knew all of your moves. “Yuhuuhuhuuhuhuhji yoohohohohur chehehehahhahhating!” You cried, only to squeak when he grabbed you from behind, squeezing your sides and waist playfully.

“All’s fair in love and tickle wars!” He grinned cheekily, your endless giggles and laughs motivating him to keep going. He pulled you in his arms fully now, easily lifting you off the ground as he gave your stomach a few good extra tickles. “Admit I win and I’ll stop!”

“Nehehehehehehhehver!” You declared, even with your face red as a beet, cheeks hurting from how much you were smiling. “Ihiihihihihihihll nehehehehehver giihihihiihive iihihihihin!”

“Hehe, your funeral.” Yuji smirked, bringing you down so you were on your feet again. “You’ve forced my hand, (Y/N).”

You had no time to prepare as Yuji sucked in the biggest breath he could, blowing a massive raspberry against your neck. Shrieking, you ducked your head to fight him off, arms locking to your sides as his fingers began to worm along your ribs once more. “YUUHUHUHUHUHJI! GAHAHHAHHAHA! OHOOHOHOHOAKY YOHOOHOHOU WIHIIHHIIN!”

Hooting, Yuji let you go, watching as you stumbled a bit, giggle drunk and breathless. “Hehe! See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

You only responded by charging him, determined to give him the same treatment back.

2.) Miss You (”When’s the last time you smiled?”) + I Love You (”You smiled at me! I think I’m in love!”)- Giyu x Reader ~Demon Slayer~

“When’s the last time you smiled?” You asked one afternoon, looking up from your tea to face your boyfriend. Giyu and you had been dating for quite some time now, but you hadn’t recalled a single time he genuinely smiled at you.

Not that he didn’t love you- he made that clear everyday he did.

It’s just that he didn’t emote it alot.

Giyu paused, his own brow furrowing as he considered the question. “I don’t remember.”

You nearly choked on your tea, turning to the other with wide eyes. “What? You don’t remember?” Giyu shifted uncomfortably under your scrutiny, not used to having this much focus on him. You reeled in your surprise. “Sorry it’s just- Giyu. That’s actually rather depressing.”

Your boyfriend gave you a deadpan stare. You laughed sheepishly. “Okay, not the best phrasing of that. My bad.”

“It’s fine…you’re not wrong.” He hummed, eyes clouding with sadness then. “I guess I forgot. I’m sorry, (Y/N). I wish I could do it more for you.”

“Forgot to smile, huh?” You mused, eyes suddenly growing lighter as an idea came to mind. Putting down your cup, you scooted over to him, wrapping your arms around him gently. “It seems I’ll have to teach you.”

“And how are you-” Giyu couldn’t finish, squirming when your fingers suddenly traced his sides, the touch feather like. “(Y-(Y/N)! Wh-hat are you doing?” He yelped, pressing his lips into a thin line as you tickled him.

“Teaching you to smile, obviously!” You giggled, feeling encouraged as his lips began to wobble, the beginnings of a smile forming. “Come on, almost there!”

“Er-Dooohohon’t! Iihihihm not ttihihihcklish!” He grunted, despite the soft giggles breaking his words. Feeling bold, you shot your hand out to his knee, giving it a firm squeeze.

“Ghahahahhaha! (Y/N)!” He cackled, quickly catching your hands.

“You smiled at me! Oh my, I think I’m in love!” You cried, glee filling your entire chest at the small but warm smile on his lips. You were about to tickle him more when he suddenly grabbed you, pinning you to his chest.

“My turn, (Y/N)!”

3.) Sweet Heart (”Oh? Is someone ticklish?”) Volo x Reader ~Pokemon Legend Arceus~

“Boo!” Volo’s voice cheered playfully from behind, his fingers darting out to lightly poke you in the back as he did so. You were used to the merchant’s playful antics in surprising you wherever he went.

What you weren’t prepared for was the random poke, however.

“Eek!” You squealed, whirling on your toes to face your equally surprised boyfriend, cheeks flushing at the sound you let out. “Erm, hey! What’s up?” You tried for casual.

Volo’s eyes grew mischievous.

Well dang.

“Oh? Is someone ticklish?” He cooed, taking a step forward and wiggling his fingers. Usually Volo didn’t instigate tickle fights- he himself was too ticklish for his own good. That and you hid your reactions to his own attempts fairly well.

So it seems your luck has run out.

“Volo, don’t you dare…” You stepped back, a growing smile already pulling at your lips as you backed up. “I will tickle you back.”

That made him falter for just a second. Then he was smiling again. “I’ll take my chances.”

You could barely respond with a squeal when he lunged, quickly gathering you up in his arms, running his fingers along your back and sides. “Vohohoohoohohoohlo! Dohooohohohon’t!” You cried, squirming and giggling, loosely beating at his chest with your hands as he held you close.

“I’m a man of discovery! Once I find something that piques my interest, I must investigate it to the very end!” Volo declared, grinning as you blushed beneath his warm gaze. “And you, my dear, have my complete attention! Shall we see where else you’re ticklish?”

You could only giggle like a goon as his gentle fingers wiggled about, finding every ticklish spot you tried to hide for so long. Once you let him have his fun, you let your hands find his ribs, squeezing gently and making him scramble away. “Oh, so you like discoveries Volo?” You gasped out, running at him with wiggling fingers of your own. “Fine then! Let’s discover together!”

4.) Angel (”What happens if I do this?”) Korekiyo x Reader ~Danganronpa~

“Hey Kiyo? Can I try something?” You asked, pointing at your boyfriend’s taped hands. You were in the library, working on your talent with the anthropologist. As the Ultimate Masseuse, you wanted to make sure you knew all the various tricks and tips there were to give your clients the maximum amount of comfort. In the book you were reading, you found a section about hand massages.

Korekiyo was used to your experimentation by now. He didn’t look up from his book as he offered his hand, letting you caress it gently within your own. “Do as you please, love. But try not to distract me from my studies.”

You smiled at him as you flipped the appendage, checking the page once more. “Okay…what happens if I do this?” You wondered out loud as you gently pressed your thumbs into the center, rubbing small circles.

Korekiyo’s breath hitched, his entire body stiffening at your touch. Assuming he was enjoying it, you pressed on, barely noticing the huffed chuckles and snickers the other let out as you worked on his hand. “(Y/N), please, be careful-” His voice broke off in a traitorous giggle when your fingers dragged higher, rubbing at the pulse point of his wrist. Even with the bandages, your touch found his skin and brought out the softest of chuckles.

You didn’t even notice you were tickling him, too caught up in the action of massage while reading each step carefully in the textbook. “Hm, okay, and now I do…” You mused, tracing your fingers against his palm once more.

Korekiyo squeaked, unable to take it anymore as he snatched his hand away. “(Y/N)!” He tried to sound indigent, the blush on his cheeks making him come off more embarrassed.

“Hm? Oh, sorry- did it work?” You asked, eyes bright with glee. “How’s your hand feeling?”

Korekiyo only sighed, unable to stay mad at the adorable curiosity that played on your expression.

5.) Be Mine (”Oh that is IT! Come here!”) + Bestie (”Your smile is so pretty, I think I’m in love!”) Zenitsu x Reader ~Demon Slayer~

“Your smile is so pretty! I think I’m in love!” Zenitsu swooned, a goofy smile on his lips as he looked upon you. You had gotten your new Haori recently, a beautiful deep blue with star detail along the cuffs and edging. Naturally your boyfriend was hyping you up, the compliments, while embarrassing, were much appreciated. “Zen, please!” You laughed, hiding your smiling face in the sleeves, blushing as Zenitsu oo’d and ah'd.

“But I can’t help it, (Y/N)! You look absolutely stunning! I’m so humbled- no, honored to have someone as amazing as you in my life!” The blonde sighed, eyes warm with affection. “You’re truly the star in my life.”

“Oh that is IT! Come here!” You squeaked, diving forward and grabbing the blonde into a spontaneous bear hug. You immediately brought your hands to his torso, clawing at the ticklish skin within your reach and making the blonde yelp. “Enough compliments! I love you, but you’re making me all mushy! Demon Slayers can’t be mushy!” You fake complained, grinning as Zenitsu danced in your arms, his laugh as bright and loud as his breathing style.

“Gah! (Y/N)! Ehhehahhahahhahahhaha! Ahaahhahhahaha! Coohohohome on! Iihiihihihihim shehehehehehherious!” He giggled, twisting in your arms so his back was to you. Big mistake. Your hands quickly found his tummy and hips, going for his worst spots as you brushed your face into his back. “Ahahhahahhahahahahha! Noohohohoohoohot thehehehehehehre!” He cried.

“Promise me you’ll reel it in with the compliments?” You asked, not stopping until he was nodding a mile a minute. Feeling merciful, you pulled your hands away, stepping back and giving him space. “Thank you.”

Zenitsu doubled over, holding his belly as he gasped for breath. Residue giggles escaped his lips, punctuated by little hiccups. “Cahan I say ohohne more?” He asked, earning a raised eyebrow. “Juhust one.” He promised.

“Okay.” You told him, watching as he gathered himself, walking over. Instead of talking, he reached down and gently took your chin, kissing your lips with such sweet warmth you melted immediately.

“Just wanted to do that.” He whispered when he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours.

6.) Adore (”Your laugh is adorable”) Gen x Reader ~Dr. Stone~

“Hello, (Y/N)~” Gen’s soft voice cooed from behind, his arms coming around your waist, briefly startling you. It was late, and you had just finished helping Senku with an experiment. The sun had already begun to set, leaving you walking through a mostly quiet village. “Gen! There you are.” You smiled, leaning back into his chest, the smell of forest clinging to his clothes and encasing you in it’s familiar warmth. “Out in the forest again?”

“But of course, love. No need to worry though. I’m back.” He smiled in your hair, giving you a gentle squeeze. “I knew you’d miss me.”

Normally you’d agree without much of a second thought, but today you decided to tease him. “Hm? Did I? I forgot you had left.” You mused, making Gen blink. “I suppose I’m getting used to you being gone for so long.”

Gen didn’t respond, and for a brief moment, you worried you were too mean.

And then he was tickling you.

“Gahahahhahahaha! Gehehehhehen! I wahahhahahs kihihihiihihidding!” You squealed, twisting and dancing in his arms, a happy smile on your lips as you laughed and laughed.

“Oh? Are you sure about that?” Gen asked, snickering at your reaction as his fingers wiggled across all your ticklish spots. “Your laugh is adorable.” He commented, making you blush even more.

“Gehehehehhehehen!” You tried to gently pull his hands away, but he was too fast, and you weren’t really trying. “Ohohohohohkay! Ohohoohoohkay! Yohoohohohhu wihihihihihin! Iihiihiihihhi mihiihihhiissed you!”

“That’s what I wanted to hear!” Gen smiled, finally stopping but keeping his arms loosely around your waist. All your squirming had left you facing him, huffing out giggles as you looked unto those mischievous eyes. “Yohohohou’re a goohohohohof!” You whined, making him laugh.

“And you’re a terrible liar. But that’s okay.” He leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours. “I love you.”

You smiled, leaning up and kissing him gently. “I love you too. Welcome back, Gen.”

7.) Love Bug (“What’s so funny?”) Mitsuya x Reader ~Tokyo Revengers~

“Gah! Freaking needle! Why the hell won't you behave- what’s so funny?” Mitsuya looked up from his sewing machine, raising an eyebrow as you giggled yourself silly in your seat.

“Nothing! It’s just- I’ve never seen you so fussy over a needle before.” You gasped out, the scene of your boyfriend threatening to release “A can of Toman whoopass” onto the poor machine making you wheeze.

“...ehehe, I guess I am getting a bit heated over here huh?” Mitsuya snorted, the silliness of the whole ordeal hitting him. He smiled at your seemingly endless giggle fit, an idea taking hold in his mind as he got up and walked over. “My tantrum was that funny, huh?”

You nodded, giggles increasing at the look he gave you. “Mi-Mitsuya! Ahhahahha!” You cackled, covering your face with your hands. “I cahahan’t stahahap!”

“Well, allow me to help you out then!” Mitsuya declared, quickly pouncing on you and tickling away, hands gently pressing and kneading into the soft parts of your torso, making you squeal. “Mihihihiihiihihtsuuuhuhuuhuya! Thahahhaht’s nohohohohot whhahhahahat I mehahahhhant!” You cried, lightly pawing at his hands. You could already feel your cheeks warming up as he went for all of your worst spots.

“Oh? But you said you couldn’t stop laughing. I’m just tiring you out!” Mitsuya grinned, yelping when your hand shot out, poking him in the belly. “Oh, someone wants to fight back! Game on, (Y/N)!”

It was a relentless battle, but eventually you had to admit defeat, tapping your hand fervently against his shoulder in a tap out motion. “Ohoohohokay! Ohoohohohkay! I’m ohohohokay now!”

When Mitsuya pulled away, you slumped into the seat with a gasp, giggles mixing with your greedy inhales as you recovered. “Ahehehehe…hehe…I gueheess that wohorked…thahank you Mitsuya.” You smiled, earning a laugh out of him.

“Anytime babe.”

8.) Smile (”I didn’t know you were ticklish there.”) + Kiss me (”Don’t stop? Okay!”) Gonta x Reader ~Danganronpa~

It started with handling bugs.

Gonta and you were having a cozy afternoon together in his lab, the gentle giant showing you the various jeweled beetles he had in his collection. “Gonta know (Y/N) likes beetles, so he brought lots!” He smiled, making you giddy.

The beetles were absolutely beautiful, and you let them wander your hands as you listened to Gonta explain the different facts and history regarding each new bug. “This one here is named Emerald! Gonta call her that because she’s a beautiful green color!” He introduced you to the curious bug, her little legs ticklish against your arm. “Hehe, she tickles!” You giggled.

Gonta blinked, curious. “(Y/N) is ticklish?” He asked, making you blush. “Of course. I think a lot of us are…why do you ask?” You had a feeling on where this was going.

Gonta hummed, showing no sign of mischief. You brushed it off and carried on watching Emerald do her thing. Then you felt a gentle poke to the side. Jumping, you giggled, hands too occupied with the bug to do much. “Gohohohnta!” You giggled again when he repeated the motion. “Dooohohohn’t! Stoohohohoohp!”

“Don’t stop? Okay, if (Y/N) says so!” Gonta smiled, his hands gentle along your waist as he poked at your ticklish spots. You internally kicked yourself for teaching him that trick. With Emerald cozying in your palms for a nap, you could only squirm and laugh as Gonta tickled you, not wanting to hurt the precious beetle in your hands. “Gohoohoohohnta! Pleahahahhase!”

“Hehe, okay! Gonta stop now.” The gentle giant smiled, pulling his hand free and letting you catch a break. “Gonta love (Y/N)’s laugh. It is as nice as (Y/N).”

You blushed through your giggles, unable to stop the warm smile brushing your lips. “Heh, thank you Gonta.”

The rest of your time with him was spent looking at other bugs, a happiness settling in your chest as you listened to Gonta share.

9.) Miss You (”When’s the last time you smiled?”) Gyomei x Platonic!Reader ~Demon Slayer~

Gyomei didn’t smile alot.

You knew this already when you started training with him. There was a heavy weight to his being that always seemed to put a droop to his shoulders after long periods of time.

You understood and accepted this part of him. That didn’t mean you couldn’t try to help him out once and awhile.

“Gyomei-sama…when’s the last time you smiled?” You looked up at the stonelike man, eyes curious. The two of you had been practicing total concentration breathing, and while you had the hang of it for the most part, your focus kept sliding to the man in question.

“....The last time I smiled?” Gyomei’s brows furrowed in thought, his voice deep and soft. “I believe it was the other day, no? When you finished the drills flawlessly.”

You blushed at his praise, giddiness settling in your chest. Still, the question remained. “Okay, that’s true. What about today? When’s the last time you smiled today?”

Once again, Gyomei considered. Sometimes his answers took a minute to form. “I believe…just now.”

You narrowed your eyes in mild annoyance. “I’m watching you, and I haven’t seen you smile at all today!” You stood up. Desperate times call for desperate measures. “Very well, I’ll have to make you smile myself!” You struck a battle pose, hands raised and legs stanced. “Happy breathing- 6th form! Dancing fingers!”

“Aren’t you practicing (____)-breathing-” Gyomei didn’t have time to react, stiffing when you grabbed him from behind, kneading into his sides. “A-Ah! (Y/N!) Wahahahit!” He chuckled, the laughs creeping out of his throat before he could stop them.

“Haha! Take this!” You cheered, encouraged by the deep, rumbly giggles and laughs escaping his lips, a rare but well earned smile on his blushing cheeks. “See? I knew you hadn’t smiled today! How could I miss something so nice?”

You practiced your “happy breathing technique” for quite some time.

10.) Be Mine (”Oh that is IT! Come here!”) Maxie x Reader ~Pokemon~

“(Y/N), I swear-” Maxie started.

“Ooo, what’s the great Maxie gonna do?” You taunted, grinning mischievously as you darted around him, fingers poking at him sporadically. “Is he gonna fight back? Is he?” You jabbed his ribs, making him yelp. “Come on, fight me!”

“Oh that is IT! Come here!” Maxie spun on his heels with unexpected speed, his hands shooting out and latching onto your waist, making you jerk with a squeal. “Wahahahhahait! Mahahhahahhaxie! Gahhahahhahaha hohohohohohld ohohoohohon!”

“Oh no! You wanted to fight, remember?” He taunted back, a mischievous grin on his lips as he wormed his fingers across your stomach and hips, making you fall back into his chest. “You were the one who came running up yelling ‘Fight me’, so that’s what I’m doing!”

“Ihiihhiihihiihi mehehahahahant ihiihihihhin a pohohohohohkemohoohoohn bahahhahahattle!” You cried, cheeks rivaling his hair as you laughed and giggled, squirming in his arms. “Nohohoohohohot a tihihiihhiihckle fihihihiihght-Ahahhahhaha nohoohohohot thehehehehehere!”

“Hm…no, this is more satisfying.” Maxie grinned, delighted at the increase of laughter when he found a particularly bad spot. “The Great Maxie always finishes his fights, regardless of whether or not he started them.” He leaned in so he was close to your ear, making you scrunch up. “Besides, I suspect this is what you truly wanted, am I right?”

“Gahahhahahahahaha! Mahahhahhahahx!” You shrieked in your giggles, covering your beet red face with your hands. You were caught! “Cooohohohooohme ohohohohohohon! Ihiihihihihihihihi gihihihihihive! Iihihihiihihi gihiihihihihve!”

Deciding to have mercy, Maxie stopped his tickles, keeping his arms around your waist as you leaned into his shoulder. Residue giggles punctuated each breath, and a warm, happy smile pulled on your face until your cheeks started to hurt. “Ehehehehe…hehehhheehe….M-Mahahax!”

“Look how happy you are.” Maxie smiled warmly at your expression, leaning in and kissing your cheek. “See, I was right, wasn’t I?”

He was.

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Genre: Smut 18+

Mingi x Fem reader

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Mechanical heart

You were driving around at night as you usually do with music blasting out of your speakers. The windows were down, and you could feel the slightly cool wind on your skin. While jamming to the music, you got interrupted by the red flashing lamp in front of you. With a sigh you turned the car around and drove back home. You would have to call the mechanic tomorrow, because it was too late now.

The next day it was the first thing you did in the morning. You called the mechanic and said what had happened. Luckily you got an appointment about four hours after you had called. To pass time you showered first and then put on a movie. As the clock neared 3:15pm, you tunred off the movie and went out to your car. The mechanic was located not too far from you, about a thirty-minute drive from your house. You knew you would come early if you drove now, but you hated to be late for anything, so you drove anyway.

As you parked in front of the mechanic workshop, you were met by a younger guy than whoever picked up the phone earlier. He was no stranger to you of course. You stepped out of the car so you could speak properly with him. "Hey, have you seen Mr. Jung?" you asked the guy standing in front of you. "He went home at two, about half-an-hour ago. Why do you ask?" He asked you. "Oh, I thought he was taking a look at my car" you said looking over to your car. "Don't worry, I can do that for you, just let me fix up this car right here first" he said turning around again. "Yeah sure, I arrived early so no worries Mingi" you said walking back over to your own car. He turned around to show you a friendly smile before he started working on the car.

As you waited you watched Mingi work. Because of the warm weather, he opened up the jumpsuit and tied it around his waist. It allowed you to see his arms clearly. His sweaty muscles tensing and releasing as he worked on tightening a nut near the engine. You focused on his hand that held the wrench as he used the back of it to dry off sweat that dripped from his hairline down his forehead. You did not realize you were staring until you felt drool drip from your mouth.

Standing there watching him work, your head started to wander. How would his large hands feel squeezing your thighs, or holding your waist. You had a secret crush on him as well, so it made your thoughts go wilder. You could feel your core starting to pulsate a little as you imagined his fingers pumping in and out of your wet core, and how his thumb would feel working on your clit. You had almost forgotten where you actually were, until you felt two hands on your shoulders shaking you. You did not even hear him talking to you.

"Hey, are you okay?" he said while shaking you. You shook your head a little before you looked up at him. "Oh, yeah... I was just thinking about something" you answered him, feeling a blush creep up on your face. You had just fantasized about this guy right in front of him. What if he cought you? "Are you sure? You looked like you were about fo faint just now" he said still checking on you. "Yeah, yeah I'm sure, thanks Mingi" you answered giving him a little smile. "So what were you thinking about?" He asked moving his hands from your shoulders down your arms. "Uhm.." your mind went blank when you felt his hands, it was better than you had imagined. He smiled at you when he saw your face redden.

"Don't worry, I know it's probably happened more than once cutie" he said winking at you. Your face heated up even more. "How do you know that?" you asked curiously. "Well since I'm friends with your brother and I've been over at your place a few times, I am sure I've cought you staring more than once" Mingi said smirking. "Oh, hehe" you answered while scratching the back of your head. "I can't say I haven't done the same" he said looking into your eyes. He sneaked one of his hands down to your waist. Without second thought he yanked you towards him, making your hands land on his large chest.

You looked into Mingi's eyes, and he looked into yours. Unknowingly the gap between your faces slowly closed, and your lips met with his soft plump ones. You had to stand on your tippy toes to reach him. The two of you closed your eyes during the kiss, eventually making it deeper as your arms wrapped around his neck. You felt the two of you move over to the car Mingi worked on earlier. He had turned you around, and your legs crashed against the hood of the car making you almost fall down onto it. Luckily Mingi held you close to his body, yet he pushed you onto the hood locking you between his strong arms.

Mingi pulled away from the kiss. "Are you ready for this?" he asked as he started to kiss your neck. "Are you sure no one is going to see us?" you asked almost moaning in the process. "Hehe, we are supposed to close in thirty minutes. No one comes in that timespan. Besides.. I would be busy with repairing your car" he answered and then winked at you. This made you blush, and you gave in quickly after that. Mingi put his hands on your thighs, spreading and squeezing them as he put them around his hips while kissing you again. His left hand brushed over your skin, under your skirt towards your core. He cupped your sokaing core almost growling into th kiss. "Damn you are already soaking wet for me y/n"

Mingi started massaging your heat, making your head fall back and your hands squeezed his biceps. "We gotta do something about your hands if you are gonna squeeze like that all the time" Mingi said as he pulled away to find something to tie your hands with. After a minute of searching he came back with some starter cables. "These can work" he said smirking and motioning for you to turn around having your hands behind your back. Mingi proceeded to tie your hands together, pushing you against the car when he finished. You could feel his hard on poke your butt making you bite your lip.

"Now lets get started huh?" Mingi asked before he pulled your panties down your legs, taking them off completely and putting them into his pocket. His hands found your butt massaging it. The stinging feeling of his hand slapping your right cheeck surprised you as a moan escaped your mouth. "You like that huh?" he asked smirking. Before you could answer another smack was heard followed by a stinging feeling. You were so turned on that your juices dripped down your legs, Mingi noticed this. He felt his cock twitch out of excitement.

Unzipping his jumpsuit a little more, he got his hard dick out of the now tight underwear. It was standing proud waiting for something warm and wet around it. You felt Mingi tap your butt with it. As a response you whined as you could not fully see it. He stroked himself a few times, precum dripping from his tip onto your butt. Stroking it between your wet folds he asked you "are you ready babygirl?". You nodded in response, and not even a second after you felt his shaft fill you up to the brim. He was so big compared to your core, and you loved the feeling.

Mingi put his hands on your hips as he moved in and out of you slowly. You loud moans could probably be heard at the other end of the workshop, yet you did not keep quieter. "Fuck you feel absolutely amazing around me y/n" Mingi said into your ear. You could only moan as an answer, but in between that you managed to get out a few words "please... Go... Faster". He heard this and did not hesitate one bit as he sped up his pace. The car started rocking back and forth a little from the force Mingi used to pound into you, hitting that one spot with his long thick shaft.

"You're on the pill right?" Mingi asked grunting. "Ye.. Yes" you answered moaning from the pleasure he gave you. He put his left hand around the start cables that tied your hands together, and dragged your upper body towards him. This allowed Mingi to hit even deeper into you if it was possible. Your moans got louder, and a familiar feeling started forming in your abdomen. "Fuck Mingi... I'm getting close" you managed to get out. Hearing this he pulled out of you, and you whined from the empty feeling.

In a short second after he had turned you around, lifted you onto the hood and pounded back into you. Of course he let you have a glance at his thick shaft first. Knowing you could not even touch him made you go crazy. You wanted to feel how his biceps tensed up as he was punding into you, but you could not. Your head fell back and your moans turned into his name as your high approached slowly. Mingi could feel it too. How your core got a little tighter with every thrust he gave you. "Baby, I'm almost there. Let's cum together". Hearing him say that almost took you over the edge, but you managed to hold it back.

"Mingi please let me cum" you begged him as you struggled to hold on any longer. After a few deep thrusts later Mingi said "okay, now baby. Cum now". You did as he said. You screamed his name, core tightening around him, letting you feel every inch extra well. He filled you up with his seed, not wanting to pull out just yet. "Fuck that was amazing y/n. Better than I had imagined" he said breathing heavily, using the back of his hand to dry off the sweat on his forehead. "I can say the same to you" you answered him exhausted.

Mingi pulled out of you and took off the start cables, finally freeing your hands. You stumbled a little trying to walk forward. "Where did you put my underwear?" you asked looking around for it. "In my pocket, you won't be needing it anyways" he answered and winked at you. You blushed and sat down on a nearby bench. "Now let me quickly fix this car of yours, so we can continue what we've started" Mingi said walking over to your car. It then hit you that he meant he wanted to have a round two, and quicker than lightning you got turned on again. You were going to have a lot of fun with Mingi.

#mingi x reader #Mingi smut #Mingi #Oneshot #Smut #kpop fanfic #kpop #ateez fanfic #kpop smut

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glenncoco4 · 3 years

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Heat

A/N: Pre-All In Densi. Rated M.

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She steps over to the bedside table, flicking on the small table lamp as the sound of his water drenched shoes squish against the old shag carpet. The loud pounding from her heart fills her ears when the door shuts. Ever since last night things between them have been a bit off, maybe its because of her reaction to finding out that Grace, Deeks’ girlfriend of eight months, got a job offer in New York. Or maybe its because every time he’s tried to speak to her today, she’s found an excuse to leave or change the subject. Probably both.

Now the problem is is that there was a case in Big Bear that needed NCIS’ attention and they were the only ones available. It was about 3 hours into their drive until Deeks finally worked up the courage to ask her what’s going on when a loud pop sounded and the SRX jolted.

So here they are, in a small roadside motel, drenched from head to toe with no service and no car. Luckily for them, the last room available was a twin room, but there’s definitely no escaping her partner’s interrogation now. But it doesn’t mean she can’t try. ”You can take the shower first.”

His eyes haven’t strayed from her since they left the SRX stranded on the side of the dark mountain road. She’s shivering and all he can think about is her reaction last night. The pure anger she was trying to hold back, but more than that he could see the hurt in her mismatched orbs. The lost little girl that had been let down so many times before he came along.“No it’s okay. You should go.”

“Deeks, just go.” She signs in resignation. The thought of freezing to death sound so appealing right now because if she’s dead at least she won’t feel this gut wrenching ache inside her soul anymore.

“Listen, Kens, I-“

“Just forget it, Deeks. I know I was out of line.”

She can feel the dread wash over her as he tells her the news. There are so many things she wants to say but its a question that she fears the answer to that leaves her lips. “So you’re going with her, aren’t you?”

“I-“

Not giving him time to respond for the anxiety of what his answer may be, she quickly cuts him off. “I should’ve expected this.”

His brow furrows as he watches turmoil filled anger fill her eyes. “What?”

“You chasing some tail to another state.”

He’s gobsmacked, what in the hell is her problem? She’s never had a problem with Grace before but now apparently she’s just some blonde bimbo and he’s a douche thinking with his dick. “Okay, that’s enough.”

“Well, you know what, Deeks? You go…you abandon the people that depend on you, that need you.”

There are tears forming in her eyes and it breaks his heart. Everything is just so screwed up and he’s not sure what to do, well he is, he’s just not sure what the outcome will be. He could lose his best friend. “Kens-“

“No, I gotta go.” She takes a shake breath before turning to the door and with one last look, says the words that feel like ice picks to both of their hearts. “Goodbye, Deeks.”

He looks up from his phone as the bathroom door slowly opens and a gust of steam fills the room. She trails out in sleep shorts and a tank top, her teeth still chattering as she makes her way over to the fire place. He tries to distract the awkwardness in any way possible, awkwardness that has never been apart of their relationship until now. “No service. I can’t believe this.”

“I can.”

“What’s that suppose to mean?”

“It means-it means nothing. Never mind.”

“Kens.”

“What?”

“What were you fixing to say?”

Taking a deep breath she realizes that maybe this is a good thing. Maybe getting this out in the open will help her move on even if she doesn’t want to. Turning around, her eyes meet his cerulean blues, those eyes…those eyes are one of the things she’ll miss most about him. Crossing her arms around her chest to try and keep herself steady, she wills herself to get this out. “It means that things tend to go horrible for me in life. First my mom left me, then my dad died, and I was out on my own for so long that the next time I trusted someone, he left me, too. I was closed off for so long and then you came along and I really thought-I really thought that you would be here to stay. When you came along all those other people that left hurt less because I had you. You were here and made me feel like I mattered. That I was worth a damn. I just really thought you’d be the one that stayed.”

He can feel the tears pooling in his eyes as he quickly throws the covers off him and stands up, closing the distance between them. He wants to reach out to her, take her hands and never let go, but stops himself. “Kens, I’m not going anywhere.”

“You say that now but what happens if Grace takes that job in New York and you follow her?”

“I-I don’t know.”

“I know. You’re gonna follow her and eventually get married. Meanwhile I’ll be here, living in my studio apartment, probably die getting eaten alive by my hoardings, knowing that the man I love is on the other side of the country, living the dream I had for us with some other woman.” Her eyes go wide when she realizes the words that came out of her mouth, she intended to let him know how she felt but not that much.

His eyes go wide at her confession. He can feel his heart rate pick up speed because Kensi doesn’t do this. She doesn’t let her emotions be known to the world. “The man you what?”

“Nothing. Just forget it, Deeks.” Teeth still chattering, she quickly makes her way to the furthest side of her bed and hurriedly hurries herself into the covers before switching off the lamp. “Goodnight, Deeks.”

She tosses and turns for about 10 minutes, finally landing on her side as the sound of the crackling fire fills the room. She can sense movement on his side of the room but brushes it off, figuring he’s getting up to go to the bathroom when suddenly the comforter on the other side of her bed is pulled back and the bed dips. Her eyes go wide as he comes up behind her, his arm going around her waist and nothing between their bodies but the thin material of her sleep shorts and his boxers. The feel of his already stiffing member against her ass making her pussy wet.“Wh-what are you doing?”

“You’re shivering.”

His breath is warm against her ear, sending even more desire through her body. She tries to hold back the moan from leaving her lips and urge to grab his cock because there’s still one thing in the way of this truly happening. “Look, I appreciate it, but I’m sure Grace wouldn’t.”

“There’s no more Grace.”

She quickly spins around in his arms, mismatched orbs opened wide in shock. “What?!”

“We broke up.”

She can feel a new surge excitement run through her body at his words. He’s not leaving. He’s staying. “Please tell me you didn’t break up with her over the phone earlier.”

“Of course not.”

She looks at him quizzically, trying to hold back from straddling his hips and having her way with him. She needs answers first and then she’ll have her way.

“We broke up last night after you left. I was going to tell you today, I just couldn’t find the right time and then we got stranded.”

“But why?” Her brow furrows in question.

“Well, for starters she wanted me to go with her to New York and my body can’t handle those long winter months.” A smile spreads to his face as she smiles and her forehead finds his chest. The vibrations of her laughter, sending a thrill through his body. “But really, it was because I realized something.”

She pulls back, her magnetic eyes full of hope and yearning. “What’s that?”

“I’ve never been able to just be with Grace, you know just sit in silence and be with her, really relax.” He brings his hand up to cup her cheek, his thumb moving back and forth across her olive toned skin…this is the moment. “Everytime I’m with you no matter how much noise or how little, I feel at peace just being near you.”

“You-you do?”

“I love you, Kens.”

Her heart begins to hammer and she can’t resist any longer as her lips find his in a desperate, earth shattering kiss. “I love you. I love you so much.”

He can’t hold back any longer, especially with her pert nipples poking him through her top. His hand traces its way down her stomach before his fingers latch onto the hem of shorts and pull them down around her knees giving her the chance to kick them off completely before he’s shimmying out of his boxers.

His hand wraps around her thigh and spreads her leg open, giving him the perfect view of her already soaked pussy. Cerulean blues find mismatched chocolate orbs as he licks his lips, sending a bolt of electricity through both their bodies. “I want to taste you…but first-“

She watches as he takes hold of his hard cock, rubbing the tip through her folds before he carefully slides into her, making them both moan as a pleasure neither have ever experienced before encapsulate all their senses. Lifting up her top, to reveal her breast, her hands wrap around each one, letting out another moan as he continues to drive into her over and over again.

His lips find hers in a hungry kiss. God, he loves her so much. If he could spend the rest of his life like this with her, he would. He works his way from her lip to her jaw, down her neck, eventually finding her chest. As he continues to drive into her, his eyes find hers telling her what he needs.

She sees what he needs in his eyes and moves her hands away from her perky breast giving him the go ahead. And as soon as she does, his lips find her pert nipple as his free hand massages the other. Euphoria. Euphoria is the only word she can think of to describe this feeling.

It doesn’t take long for both of them to come undone. Years of pent up love and desire giving them pleasure beyond comprehension to anyone but them. They let out one more unified moan of glory before he pulls his softening member from her drenched heat and plops down on his back next to her.

His arm finds its way around her shoulder, pulling her into his side as her own arm finds its way around his abdomen. He places a kiss to the top of her head, relishing in this moment, the sound, the smell, the feel of her sweaty body pressed against his.

“Will you love me like this forever?” She tilts her head back with an openness shining in her eyes. An openness that she’s only let him see.

“Only if you promise me the same.”

A soft smile spreads to her lips as she slowly nods her head. “We’re really doing this, aren’t we.”

His forehead finds hers, their eyes dancing with passion, ecstasy and the most pure love known to man. “Yeah, we really are.”

#Densi #Densi Fanfic #Kensi Blye #Marty Deeks #Smut #NCIS: LA #NCIS: LA Fanfic

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santastic · 4 years

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the big, bad wolf || hwang hyunjin oneshot

》》 pairing: hyunjin x female reader

》》 summary: every year, you and the boys celebrate halloween with a party at hyunjin's - who just so happens to be your mortal frenemy. every year, you all dress up. this year, however, you decide to make it a bit more interesting: everyone picks an outfit for their random secret santa partner. it seems like a bit of innocent fun, but felix has an idea...

》》 word count: 2.4k

》》 genre/tags: halloween au, not quite e2l but e2 like...sexy tension???, suggestive themes (mostly just implications), a little bit of crack lmao

》》 warnings: cliche cheesy dirty flirting (come on hyunjin you're better than this), thicc romantic and sexual tension, reader is a simp in denial, suggestive themes, implied smut at the end, talk of biting but no actual biting, reader has dom vibes, hyunjin is bold until someone else is bolder

》》 notes: my first oneshot on this blog! I already wrote a halloween drabble, but I felt like writing something bigger than that and my friend (I see u vi) inspired me by suggesting some spicy hyunjin content. n e ways, happy halloween everyone! and if u don’t celebrate halloween, I hope u have a lovely weekend <3

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Halloween is always fun with your friend group. I mean, it's fun anyway - lots of cheap candy, neighbourhood celebrations, an excuse to get way too drunk - it's just a lot more fun with eight other crackheads.

You guys have a sort of tradition going by now, even though each year is a bit different. Hyunjin throws the party, Minho brings the alcohol and hides it from Chan until it's too late to stop everyone from getting shitfaced, Jeongin and Felix bring ungodly amounts of candy, and Jisung is a skeleton (literally every single year - it started when you called Tate Langdon's skeleton makeup hot, and it never ended).

Everyone (except Jisung) keeps their costume a secret - unless they're Chan and Felix, in which case they do couple costumes and keep it a secret from everyone else. Sometimes you even decide on a theme, like the year before the last, where everyone was supposed to dress as their favourite Pokemon. This inevitably led to intense fighting roleplays to assert dominance as your respective type, and in order to spare your reputation in the neighbourhood, you decided the next theme would be a little less wild.

This year, the theme was 'secret Santa costumes', meaning you each picked a random name from a hat to decide who you would be buying a costume for and a few days before Halloween, you were given your own costume to wear to the party by whoever pulled your name from the hat of destiny.

Technically that's not how secret Santa works, but no one questions Chan when it comes to holiday business.

You just so happened to get Jisung, and while the temptation to keep the skeleton thing going just for the meme was definitely there, you ultimately decided he should be a classic bedsheet ghost - except with no eye or hand holes cut out. You know, to add a little sprinkle of chaos to his already very chaotic life.

The lovely boy who decided your spooky fate was Felix, who had coincidentally been in charge of buying Hyunjin’s costume too - when you asked why, he said it was because the number of people was uneven, so he had kindly volunteered to take on an extra. You had honestly expected him to pick something weird or wild for you, so you were quite surprised by the outfit he had settled on.

"Is this...little red riding hood?" you had asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you stared at the dress and hood in your hands.

"Yep! I saw it the other day and I thought it would be nice to go for one of the classics, you know?" he had explained, smiling as if he was ever so proud about his decision. Something about the hint of mischief in his eyes made you suspicious, but you had let it slide. "You don't mind, right?"

No, you didn't mind. You had given Jisung a ghost costume, so you didn’t really have room to speak on the originality of Felix’s decision. Besides, the dress didn’t look too cheap, nor did it look especially short, and the hood-cape made you feel way too powerful for someone wearing a $20 Target costume.

So you really didn't mind at all, until it came to the day of the party. Now, as you stand in the doorway to Hyunjin’s apartment, you suddenly mind a lot more.

”Lee Felix, I’m going to decorate the lawn with your fucking intestines, oh my god!” you whisper-yell to the boy who conveniently manages to dart away with the excuse of needing to help Jeongin open all the candy bags. Your angry eyes follow his retreating blue form - Chan picked his outfit this year, and of course he decided Felix should be an Among Us character.

Everyone in the group knows about the slight tension (read: obvious beef) between you and Hyunjin. Technically speaking, you’re friends. He invites you to his parties, you hang out with him when he’s with the boys. It’s just that neither of you can stand each other, because you’re both very bold and even more stubborn.

Whenever the two of you are together, you bicker like children and it’s pretty much endless. You could probably throw insults (and the occasional murder threat) at each other all day if the other members didn’t interrupt, and on those days you’d be more than happy to teach Hyunjin a lesson with a nice, strong punch in the nose if the opportunity were ever to present itself.

So, with this in mind, it’s quite clear why you’re planning Felix’s murder when you see Hyunjin walking around as the big, bad wolf.

You’re genuinely considering sneaking out the front door before anyone else sees you and running back to your apartment (because Felix just so happens to be your ride home), but fate decides to mess with you and suddenly, Hyunjin locks eyes with you from across the living room.

The way a huge smile instantly graces his pretty face sends a rush of butterflies, followed by anger, through you as you stare back at him. His clip on wolf ears are admittedly quite cute, but the fake fangs he’s wearing send your thoughts in a very different direction. As he makes his way over, you suddenly wish you had followed Felix to the kitchen - at least they keep the alcohol in there. In his living room, you’ve got no choice but to deal with Hyunjin while sober.

”Well, would you look at that? Seems like I found my little red riding hood.” he teases with a wink, leaning against the wall beside the door.

When you scoff at him, he gives you another big grin and you can’t help but stare at the fangs again. The vibrant blue contact lenses he’s wearing make his gaze feel intense even when he’s smiling, and the way his long, blonde hair falls freely gives him a glow that’s both angelic and positively demonic. He looks so annoyingly handsome, as per usual; if only his personality wasn’t the personification of the words ‘cocky asshole’. You can’t help but think it’s a huge waste of beauty.

“Excuse me-” you begin, ready to start the first round of arguing, but he cuts you off like the annoying brat he is.

“You’re excused,” he says, thinking his comment was very smart, and if it wasn’t a night meant for fun and games, you might’ve killed him on the spot.

“Fine, excuse you. I’m not your little red riding hood. In fact, I’m not your anything, thank you very much,” you snap, brushing past his tall figure as you head to the table the boys have set up to the side. There’s an array of Halloween-themed food, prepared by Chan, and you settle for a red velvet cupcake decorated with black frosting and what you assume are meant to be cat ears poking out of it.

“Right, sure, but we’re still matching tonight. It’s kind of like-”

This time, you cut him off. “It’s not like Chan and Felix. It’s not. We’re not wearing couple costumes, so don’t say it.”

He shuts his mouth (finally) and you take it as your cue to leave before he says something else to piss you off. Unfortunately, he seems to have the desire to ruin your night further and chooses to follow you on your journey.

“So anyway, I guess this was Felix’s plan, right?” He gestures to your costumes. “Unless you had something to do with it, that is.”

You don’t bother to address the second part of what he said and instead just nod, scanning the room for the previously mentioned mastermind. As soon as you can get your hands on that boy, you swear you’ll slaughter him for subjecting you to Hyunjin’s torturous teasing all night.

“He was already on thin ice after trying to tell me Bulbasaur is a better starter than Charmander, but now he’s actually dead to me,” you growl out once you spot him sitting beside Minho, laughing happily with his classic red solo cup and a slice of chocolate cake. Jeongin sits beside them, tearing open bags of candy with no assistance from Felix, because of course he was lying about helping him earlier.

Hyunjin laughs softly and you curse your heart for skipping a beat at the sound. Sometimes it feels like your head hates Hyunjin while your body is stupid enough to like him, and it’s part of the reason why you hate talking to him so much. Every time you stop throwing insults and sass at him and instead sit back and listen to what he has to say, a part of you realises you don’t exactly have a proper reason for disliking him. He’s not all that bad, and sometimes you even find yourself laughing at his jokes and witty remarks.

But you’d really rather not go through the endless cycle of those thoughts right now, especially when the cause of your problems is standing beside you eating a chocolate bar.

“I have to say, though,” you comment as you turn to look him up and down, “the big, bad wolf concept suits you pretty well.”

Before he can accept the compliment, you continue. “You’re both big, hairy beasts who dress like grandmas.”

The obvious offence on his face is so satisfying you almost wanna snap a photo to reflect on this moment in the future, but you refrain from doing so. He would just pose anyway, and the photo would probably end up making your stupid heart flutter again.

“Well, at least you think I’m big. Besides, if dressing like a grandma gets me closer to eating you, then I suppose it’s a sacrifice I’ll have to make,” he whispers in a husky, seductive voice that kind of makes you want to choke-slam him, but you suspect he might enjoy that anyway.

It angers you when he makes flirty comments like that, because as annoying as they are and despite you knowing full well he only says it to get under your skin, it still makes your heart race every time. Maybe in another universe, Hyunjin is a sweet boy who innocently flirts with you and brings you roses instead of a big, bad bitch who’s just acting like a horny teenager. Annoyingly enough though, you think you’d fall for him either way.

You turn away with the intention of finally escaping to the kitchen to grab something to drink, hoping to settle the thoughts dancing around your head, but he reaches for your wrist. The feeling of his fingers pressing warmth into your skin just makes your head spin even more, and you’re so distracted you don’t pull away from him.

"Aw, don’t run away now. Are you scared of me, little red? There’s no need to be, I’m just joking. I won’t bite unless you beg me to."

You pull your arm back as soon as the words leave his mouth. Hyunjin has a lot of things (a severely irritating personality, a stupidly handsome face for such an asshole, a loud voice solely meant for pissing you off on a daily basis, the list goes on), but the thing he definitely has most is the fucking audacity.

However, the most annoying part by far is the way you feel your face heat up when you register the last thing he said. You’d rather die than let him make you flustered, so you shake your head slightly to clear those thoughts from your mind and look him in the eye again.

"Scared? Me?" you scoff, staring him down with a steady glare and if he was anyone else, he'd probably shiver in fear.

Unfortunately, he is not anyone else. He is Hwang Hyunjin, and Hwang Hyunjin does not shiver; he beams with a smug grin and makes your blood boil.

"Mhm. Look at you. You’re basically dressed as my prey tonight, babe." He purrs the pet name like the absolute fuckboy he is. "And sure, the real you is feisty, but you're all bark and no bite."

The overly confident, proud smirk on his face makes him look like a damn peacock flaunting its feathers, and you decide then and there that you'll do anything to get rid of it.

"All bark," you echo his words, walking towards him slowly, "and no bite, huh?"

You swear you see his eyes widen for a split second at your change in demeanor before the stupid smirk returns, and the little rush of victory you feel from catching him off guard is enough to keep you walking forward.

His gaze never leaves yours, especially when you're standing on the tips of your toes in front of him, noses just barely brushing against each other. Your hands grip his shoulder to balance you, and you run a finger over his collarbone up towards his cheek, where you gently cup his face. The small distance between the two of you means you can hear his slightly uneven breathing and see the curiosity swirling in his bright blue eyes as he waits for your next move.

You reach a hand up and thread your fingers through his long, bleach blonde hair, and his breath hitches when you gently tug at it. Even his wolf ears almost seem to droop submissively. He doesn't dare move, but his eyes keep flicking down to your lips and back up again.

"Now, that's just not true at all, is it?" you whisper, tilting your head as if waiting for an answer, but he can't find the words to form a witty response. It’s about time he learned some manners, really, even if he needed your guidance for that.

"I'm warning you now," you continue, "you might wanna watch your tone. I might look like your prey, but I promise I bite harder than you do, babe."

You make sure to emphasise the pet name, purring it in the same way he did minutes before. He bites down on his bottom lip, and the way his fangs press into them makes you lick your own lips nervously. It seems as though he can't take the tension anymore, because he goes to lean in and finally close the distance between the two of you as his hands find your hips.

Of course, you'd never let him have that control, especially after his bold attitude from earlier. Even though the temptation to lean in is certainly there, you step away from him and smile sweetly.

"Learned your lesson yet, puppy?"

He doesn’t respond for a moment, clearly still taking in what just happened. When he registers your question, he tilts his head to the side as if in thought - the way a dog might, funnily enough - before he hums quietly.

“I’m not sure. Maybe you should teach me once more, little red,” he suggests, voice low and slightly breathless, “but preferably a bit more in depth this time.”

- ᴇ ɴ ᴅ -

(A/N: AHHHHH I haven’t written a oneshot in SUCH a long time oh my god,,,,, it was a lot of fun tho even if I’m not super confident writing full things. this one was short anyway so I kinda feel like it doesn’t count, but I’m still v happy to finally post my first skz oneshot! I hope you enjoyed it and thank you for reading <3)

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Flower | 22

; Hoseok x Reader

; Genre: Fluff, smut

; Word Count: 6.4k

; Warnings: Brief mention of antidepressant side effects, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, sex toy use, insinuated sex

; Synopsis: You finally decide to take a dip into the world of online dating and find the Flower dating app. One of the top matches for you proves to be a guy who looks to be your complete opposite; tattooed, pierced, a metalhead and oh…incredibly handsome. What happens when you throw caution to the wind and reach out to him?

; A/N: I’ve half proofread this but I hate reading through smut again so...I hope you enjoy it all :) please reblog if you did and leave me feedback in the form of comments, reviews or other asks! I’m always happy to read your thoughts on the Flower couple and their evolving relationship <3

; Flower Masterpost

“Okay so...I know it probably doesn’t look like I’ve got you all that much,” You give him a disbelieving stare before eyeing the small pile of books and games he’d already gifted you. “But I got you one more. And I had to hide this because it’s very heavy and I didn’t want you accidentally kicking it and opening it up or anything.”

Watching as he stands up, his cheerfully festive Christmas Simpsons sweats looking very out of place on his tattooed body, he darts off to your bedroom. Frowning, you lean back to try and see what he’s doing, wondering how’d he’d managed to hide something from you in your own room.

He was completely lying because he’d gotten you everything you wanted and more. The new Final Fantasy game, the new Villainous expansion, some of the books you’d been wanting for a while and a few Eeveelution plushies to finish off your set. So what on earth would he have gotten?

It’s even more confusing when he comes back and you see the size of the box in his hands, elegantly wrapped in silver wrapping paper. There’s a pretty fabric bow on top with a tag on it and your brow rises when you see how hard he’s struggling with it.

That brow goes even higher when he sits down with a grunt, the box dropping onto the floor with a heavy thunk. Eyes widening, you stare at it before looking at him in amusement.

“Holy shit Hoseok, what did you do? Kill someone?” He gives you a smirk before cuddling up to you on the floor, gesturing to the wrapped gift with more than a little excitement. You welcome his warmth and idly poke his thigh as you eye the present.

“Nope. You’ll love it though, I promise.” Giving him a suspicious look, you look at the tag first and read it. Much to his amusement. Apparently he wasn’t one of those people who particularly cared about reading the tags, which had horrified you when you found out. Not that you’d written him any sweet notes or anything, but still.

Unsurprisingly, the tag doesn’t have some love filled sonnet on it, just your name and ‘love, Hoseok’. But he’d obviously shown his love through the careful presents he’d bought you, each one something that you loved and adored.

Smiling, you carefully began to peel away the wrapping paper where it has been folded, tugging at the tape until it came away gently. You feel Hoseok’s laugh vibrate through his body before actually hearing it, causing you to look at him in confusion.

“God, you open presents so neatly. It’s like watching my sister all over again,” His smile stays warm, growing even more affectionate. “She used to open presents like you do, as if afraid that you’ll ruin the wrapping paper or something. I don’t have the patience.”

“Gee...I hadn’t noticed.” Turning your head to stare firmly at the bag of torn wrapping paper next to you both, the remnants of what had remained of what you’d painstakingly wrapped.

He snorts before poking your side and nodding with his head towards the present that you’d only begun opening. “Okay Miss Sarcastic, please proceed with the present opening before you cut yourself on your wit instead of the paper.”

You do as asked, or instructed rather, and carefully peel back the paper. As soon as you have a glimpse of the box cover though, all care is gone as you gasp loudly and quickly tear the rest off. Staring down at the colourful box, you take in the words ‘Gloomhaven’ along the top before squealing with excitement and bouncing in place.

“Oh my god! Hoseok! Oh my god! What the fuck? This game is so expensive!” You’re beyond happy to get it though, as if your reaction wasn’t obvious and the amusement in Hoseok’s face is more than apparent. But you still feel a little guilty at the fact he’s bought you this alongside everything else so far. The two of you haven’t even been dating a year and you’re already feeling spoilt.

He wraps his arms around your waist before kissing your cheek sweetly, watching as you pull the rest of the paper from beneath the box and toss it to the side. It’s only when you go to lift the box that you let out a deep groan of surprise and effort, turning to look at him with wide eyes.

“Holy shit.”

“Yeah, holy shit. This thing was 10 fucking kilograms. I feel like I almost died bringing it here. And that’s with the freaking elevator. Open it up, I wanna see what’s in this damn thing.” Laughing, you let him turn the box upside down and use the scissors that had been brought over earlier to slice through the clear stickers that were keeping the lid attached.

Kasumi was currently playing with a ball of scrunched wrapping paper that Hoseok had thrown to her earlier. She had, obviously, been thoroughly enthralled with it and completely ignored the toys she’d been bought by Hoseok and you for her Christmas presents. He’d been thoroughly amused by that but you’d just shrugged and said this was what cats did.

Between the two of you, you manage to get the lid off the box that feels like it’s been vacuum packed in and sit back to admire the interior contents. Carefully, you lift the map board out and open it up, scanning over the intricate map with interest while Hoseok lets out a low whistle.

“Fuck, there’s a lot of shit in this box.” He pulls out a wirebound book along with a rule book, placing them on his lap before flicking through them with interest. Holding up the wire book, he looks at you with wide eyes. “Dude, this is the scenario book...it has 96 scenarios in it.”

Grinning at him, you peer over his shoulder and take them in before carefully taking the book from his hands and placing it on top of the now folded map.

“Yep. It may be expensive but you get your money’s worth at least, right? And you can’t look at it, it’ll spoil the game for you. It’s like an RPG game for a PC or console. You’re only supposed to find out what’s happening as you’re playing, so don’t go spoiling it. And apparently we can only only look at a certain number of characters and stuff. We unlock those through the scenarios.” Reaching in, you pull out one tiny box with what reminds you of a singularity on the top, opening it carefully and pulling out the tiny figure inside.

“This is one of the starter ones, a spellweaver. I want to be this one.” Hoseok takes it from you and looks over it equally as carefully before shrugging, his expression giving away that he was no idea what you’re on about. Giggling, you kiss his cheek and place it back into the box.

“You have no idea what I’m talking about, do you?” He glares at you as you begin to place everything carefully inside. It impresses you how well everything fits in, and you already feel some dread at the prospect of trying to fit everything inside after a few scenarios.

“I’ll have you know that I played and loved all the Dark Souls games.” Biting your lip, you try to contain your amusement as you slide the lid back on and simply admire the game with reverence.

“Oh yeah? Is that because it’s all gothic and hardcore. Did you git gud?” Your teasing of him instantly gets a repercussion as he begins to tickle you furiously, your laughs loud in the apartment and causing Kasumi to pause with her own wide eyes.

“Yeah, yeah I did git gud. Actually, I got so gud that I finished all of them multiple times. What was it you told me once? That you don’t like those games because they’re too hard for you? So...who’s the one who needs to git gud now?” He says, pausing his fingers from his relentless assault and giving you a smug look. Breathing heavily, you let out a quiet laugh before tracing along one of the tattoos on his arms.

“Me, apparently.” Pausing, you take him in before smiling with happiness, your stomach bubbling with joy. “Thank you. For buying me that, it’s really expensive and I can’t believe you bought me it! I’ve been contemplating it for ages.”

“I know. I’ve seen you look at it online often enough. Got me a little stressed when you almost bought it the other week. But I like playing games with you, I’ve decided. So...I got this one so that we can play it together. It can be our game.” Sitting back up, he reaches out and pulls you up with him as you stare at him with wide eyes.

Logically, you’d known that he’d probably have to play it with you as there was no way that Chungha or Soyeon would be interested in something as in depth and long lasting as Gloomhaven. But hearing him say that he’s spent well over $100 on a board game just to play it with you was something else entirely.

It makes your stomach go funny, just like he always made it, and you feel the fluttering of almost anxiety in your throat, making it a tiny bit harder to breathe. Not because you were upset or anything, but you just didn’t really know how to process the love you’d been blessed with from one Jung Hoseok. It was hard for your head to really comprehend that he genuinely meant every word he said.

“Are you sure? It’s supposed to be intense. And long.” Hoseok smirks at you, moving closer until you’re almost nose to nose. His warm breath, smelling faintly of the mint ice cream he’d eaten for dessert at his parents after Christmas dinner, fanning your face. You should be disgusted, but you’re not.

“I know something that can be intense and long tonight. And I wouldn’t have bought it otherwise.” Rolling your eyes at his obvious innuendo, you try hard to stop the smile that wants to break free at hearing him obviously trying to initiate sex. The two of you had agreed to spend the mornings at your respective parents' houses before meeting up here, opening the presents you’d bought each other and spending Christmas evening together for the first time.

Looking over his elegant features, you can’t help but smile as happiness fills you at the sight of him. He’s not paying attention to you anymore, instead having reached over to take one of the books you’d gifted him earlier.

Hoseok had begun to read biography and memoir style books lately, enjoying a wide array of topics. As such, you’d gotten him the entire back catalogue of Mick Wall biographies, which meant he had a whole stack of metal and rock n roll band biographies to go through.

At the moment, he was scanning over the back of the Metallica book with his tongue poking out of his mouth in concentration. The other pile included Lemmy, Guns n Roses and more. You’d be lying if you said that you knew half of the bands or whatever that were in the books but you knew that he’d love them all anyway.

And he had, his face lighting up with excitement when he’d unwrapped each one. It had been a worry that he’d find them boring or something, but instead you’d been given many kisses of thanks. Which had been rather delightful, you would admit.

You’d found it particularly stressful buying him presents for Christmas; panicking that he wouldn’t like whatever you bought or having anxiety that he would already have it. He’d given you a few hints to make it easier for you but you’d struggled over it still. As much as you loved him, and as much time as you spent with him, it was hard to figure out what he’d like.

Hoseok loved his music, but he already had everything he wanted in regards to that. There were no concerts coming up that he didn’t already have tickets to, he bought whatever books he wanted to read and he bought whatever films he wanted. Given he spent so much time at yours, you couldn’t even consider something bigger as he wouldn’t get any use out of it as he spent so much time with you and there wasn’t space in your apartment.

Why was buying presents for men always so much harder? And on top of that, you’d had to dissuade him from buying anything that you’d already bought him. Because he was like a cat whose eyes went wide when he saw something he wanted. That had been the case with the James Bond Blu-Ray collection you’d gotten him as well.

It was limited edition, and he’d spotted it online a week after you’d bought it. It had taken some careful persuasion to make sure he didn’t buy it, along with a lot of internal eye rolling.

“Did you like everything?” You don’t realise that there’s a touch of insecurity in your voice, a hint of uncertainty that you hadn’t done it right. This was the first time you’d ever had a boyfriend over the Christmas period, so you weren’t sure if you’d done it right.

Looking up at you with wide eyes, he makes a small noise of question before looking back at his pile of gifts. It now looks smaller than yours and you get warm with embarrassment but he gives you such a bright smile.

“Yes, thank you! Got everything I wanted and stuff I didn’t know I wanted until now.” He leans back against the couch, giving you another smile before reaching out to you and pulling you into him. Besides the books and the Bond collection, the only other thing he’d gotten was a bottle of his cologne, which wasn’t cheap.

So his pile might not look like much, but it was actually a big chunk of money. It made you feel a little ashamed that your gifts were obviously more expensive, but you reasoned it away to yourself. Hoseok earnt more than you, a lot more than you. You had worked within your means for him while also buying for your friends and family.

“Are you happy with what you’ve got?” Hoseok asks, tilting his head to look at you with expectant brows. You give him a sweet smile of your own before nodding and hugging him even tighter.

There’s a moment of pause before you move your head to kiss him, lips gentle against his for a few seconds. He doesn’t hesitate any further though, moving his hand to cup your cheek and you relax into the kiss, almost sighing into his mouth contentedly.

You’d shyly admitted to him the other week that you really liked kissing him. He’d thought it was amusing that you’d told him that so sweetly, but you’d been particularly awkward about it because you’d never had makeout sessions as a teenager. And it hadn’t been fantastic in college, but you got the urge to just kiss Hoseok for hours on end like an excitable teenager.

It was pretty easy to guess that Hoseok found it endearing, and you’d found he’d been indulging you more often with kisses and just taking the time to let you feel like a loved up teenager once more. You were positive it was no great hardship on his behalf, but you were surprised that he controlled himself well enough that it rarely resulted in sex.

He was indulging you right now and you hummed contentedly, enjoying the casual and lazy way he was kissing you. The smell of the Christmas cookie candle you’d started earlier and the gentle twinkling of the lights on the tree you’d decorated with Hoseok at the start of December make it all feel more...homey. Which you don’t want to think about too much right now; you’re too concerned with enjoying your Christmas kisses to care too much.

Finally though, he pulls away slowly and the tiny whine you let out has him laughing against you. “Calm down, you can have plenty more later.”

Shifting away from him slightly, you push out your lower lip in a pout before giving him big puppy eyes. A year ago, the very idea of acting like this around him, or anyone, would have been beyond humiliating. But you felt comfortable with him, and you felt that this was fast becoming part of the language of your relationship with Hoseok.

He did the same to you when he wanted something. And it worked just as well on you as it did on him.

Hoseok smiles, giving you another quick kiss before gently rubbing his nose against yours. The look in his eyes is no longer sweet and soft, but instead a little more intense. Irises darkening ever so slightly while his pupils widen and you narrow your own at him, recognising that look now.

“Someone’s horny.” You mutter, causing him to smirk. He disentangles himself from you and stands, gesturing to you to stay there before disappearing off into the bedroom. Frowning, you try to see around the couch to get an idea of what he’s getting but when he comes back, whatever it is is hidden firmly behind his back.

“What are you doing?”

“Well, we bought this and never got round to using it. So...I figure that we can see if it’s worth the money. A little...Christmas orgasm? Ever had one of those?” He smirks at you, brows wiggling as he shows you the glass dildo and bottle of lube.

Almost instantly, you go all hot with embarrassment at the sight of him just waving that around so casually. He’d been disappointed a few weeks back to discover you had no sex toys, apparently they were fun for couples too, and so he’d sat with you and ordered some. You say he ordered some, but it seemed most of them were for you.

Which had confused you as to why he was so determined to use them all on you instead of getting something for himself. But he’d just waved off your questions, telling you that he got pleasure out of seeing you pleasured and there was plenty of time to explore stuff for him in the future.

You also got the idea that he still wasn’t entirely happy with the fact that the successful orgasm ratio was leaning very heavily in his favour. He’d given you plenty through oral and with his fingers, eventually figuring out what made you tick while having sex until he could successfully bring you to the brink if you were in the mood.

And then you’d started the antidepressants, and your sexual libido had plummeted. Not only had you shown no interest in intiating sex, though you were fine if he wanted it, it had become almost impossible to orgasm. Even by yourself you’d struggled, unable to fall over that precipice into the pit of pleasure to the point that you’d cried in frustration over it.

As such, he hadn’t pushed the issue too hard because he knew it was a sore point, but you’d slowly discovered that it was possible to orgasm still. It just required...a lot of work. When you’d shyly discussed this with Hoseok, he’d taken it almost as a challenge. Hence the sex toys.

The dildo he’d set on the table was made of clear glass, a pretty centre of pink and blue that swirled around each other and a flared base that allowed it to stand on its own. You eyed it carefully as he sat next to you, a smirk on his face. It was one that you hadn’t used yet and you found yourself squirming with the knowledge he was going to use that on you.

A thin shaft met a bulbous head, the tip reminding you of a closed flower bud. Reaching out, you ran your fingers down the glass slowly, noting how smooth and firm it felt. Along with being a lot cooler than you’d anticipated.

“You up for it? I figure...I can try this on you, see if I can get you to orgasm.” Lips twisting, you take the bottle of lube from him and place it on the table as well, carefully pushing the gifts away to make space. You were positive he’d noticed this too, but you didn’t want to vocalise it.

“What about you?” Hoseok snorted in amusement, giving you a quick kiss before running his hands down your waist.

“Okay, first of all. I love doing things with you sexually. So if that’s all that happened then I’ll just get acquainted with my hand in the shower later. Otherwise...well...it is Christmas so...” Shifting, you bite your lip before looking down at your hands and then reaching for his.

“I think we can work something out.” Despite how bold the words are, they sound a lot shyer with your soft tone. Especially the way you avoid his eyes and he just laughs, kissing your temple affectionately before playfully tugging at your leggings.

You resist for just a moment before relenting, shifting awkwardly and laughing as you both struggle to peel the tight fabric from your legs. There’s a particular moment where Hoseok accidentally bumps his forehead against yours when he leans forward, trying to tug them from underneath the rounds of your ass.

“Ow.” He mumbles and you coo to him, trying not to laugh as you gently rub at his forehead. Hoseok finally pulls them off you, taking your socks with him before moving groaning at the fact he hadn’t managed to get your underwear off too.

Now you can’t help but laugh at the way his lips automatically pout, leaning forward to peck at them before wiggling your underwear off yourself. Almost instantly he’s distracted, eyes focused between your legs and you bite your lip in amusement at how easy it is to get his attention when it involves sex or you naked.

You’d never thought you’d be someone who drew that kind of distraction in men and it makes you feel simultaneously powerful and shy. But you don’t get a chance to think any further about it when Hoseok lightly tugs on your shirt, raising his brows in silent question. The two of you have been having sex for months now, but he’s still respectful about your lingering insecurities.

Nodding, he pulls off your shirt in one quick movement before kissing you deeply once your head is free, causing you to hum in delight as his hand roams your naked skin. You no longer feel fear or panic at the touch of him against your waist and stomach. Instead, it feels reassuring.

A gasp leaves you when his hands move to cup your breasts, Hoseok smiling into the kiss as he runs his thumb along your soft skin before playing with your nipples. You’d gotten changed as soon as you’d come home from your parents and Hoseok had long gotten used to you going braless. Much to his appreciation.

But he doesn’t waste too long, leaving your lips to kiss down your jaw and suck rosettes of desire into your neck and chest. He deviates from what you presume to be his route momentarily to lavish attention onto your nipples, playing with them for a moment with his tongue and ever so gently his teeth and being careful to give both equal attention.

While he loved your chest, he wasn’t a boob man. No, he was firmly an ass man, which was evident by the way his hands had slipped down your body and were now squeezing and massaging the rounds of your ass in an almost reverent way. It amused you and you lip at your lips, tasting him once more and whining at him.

As much as you enjoyed the foreplay he was willing to give, you preferred it when he spent his time down below. Given your feelings towards your body, you weren’t particularly a fan of foreplay involving the area he was currently enjoying. And he knows this, which is why he presses a kiss to the centre of your chest before shifting backwards.

“Okay, are you okay to lay back? The rug should be okay and I’m gonna put one of these cushions under you.” He grabs the nearest cushion and you almost make a scandalised noise as you realise it’s your Pusheen unicorn cushion, but you don’t get chance to say anything as he’s already trying to move you.

So you relent, letting your back relax onto the soft rug and lifting your hips to let him place the cushion beneath them, lifting your lower body up to a place that was more comfortable for him to reach. Stretching slightly, you let out a slow breath before looking at your boyfriend.

And that breath turns into a low whine when you see the way he’s looking at you hungrily, desire almost a living force in his eyes. Given how ridiculously gorgeous he is, it’s an expression that makes your thighs clench in anticipation and your inner muscles convulse in an ache for him. You’ll never not be surprised that you’re the one to inspire that look in his eyes.

“Fuck,” He whispers, running a hand over his face. “Have I told you today that you’re beautiful? And I love you?”

You look away from him then, shyness flooding you and you go to hide yourself from his roaming gaze. He loves to make you go shy with his compliments, knowing that you love them despite the way you protest meekly. And he’s not afraid to lavish his words on you, no matter how cheesy they are.

“Anyway, enough of that.” Hoseok mutters and you’re about to query him, but by the time you look back over at him you’re moaning out in pleasure, eyes squeezing shut while your head presses back against the floor. He darted down while you were distracted and all you can feel right now is the heavenly touch of his hot, wet tongue against your pussy.

“Ah fuck.” You gasp, one hand grasping the rug tightly while your other inevitably moves to grasp Hoseok’s hair tightly, the black strands soft between your fingers. The quiet grunt he gives at the pressure of the pull vibrates against your clit as he sucks on it lazily, causing your breath to quiver.

If there was something you’d discovered about yourself during sex with Hoseok, it was that you weren’t a dirty talker. In fact, you weren’t even much of a talker. Instead, you were a babbler. You just mumbled and moaned and whined whatever came to your mind at the time, utterly unaware of the noises you were making.

Hoseok had commented before that he thought it was hot, that the knowledge you couldn’t control your mouth was a turn on. He on the other hand, tended to be either pretty quiet until the end or he’d run his mouth. You’d never thought you’d like dirty talk until you’d heard him whispering utter filth into your ear, his voice strained and hoarse from the effort.

It was surprising, and also not unwanted.

Now though, he spent the next few minutes with his mouth fully occupied. The tongue piercing that you had grown completely fond of pressed against your clit perfectly when lapped at you slowly, letting every centimetre of his tongue press against as much of you as possible before undulating it against your clit, letting the pressure and friction of the ball rile you up.

Whining, you tug at his hair desperately, feeling the familiar ball of tightened pleasure that is building. And yet it feels just out of reach, as before. Limbs tightening, you begged him to let you orgasm, to bring you over the edge that was so close and yet so far away.

But he doesn’t. Instead, he sits up and licks his lips contentedly, the slickness on them from you and not his own mouth. It’s an attractive sight and you whimper, pussy tightening on nothing at the sight of it. He doesn’t notice though, using his hand to wipe away the rest before looking over to the coffee table and grabbing the lube.

“I’m gonna use this still. You’re pretty wet but I read that you should use plenty, particularly with glass. And I don’t want to hurt you.” You’re almost bemused by the casual way he’s talking now, like he hadn’t just had his tongue buried into your pussy for the last five minutes. In fact, he’s even reading the damn label.

Frustrated, you reach and grasp his hand to attract his attention. “Just fucking put it in me.”

That gets a close lipped smile from him, the expression looking distinctly like he’s trying to stop himself from laughing and you scowl. Yes, you were being abrupt with him. But god dammit, you were lying naked in front of him, desperately horny and needy after being given excellent oral for given minutes and you just wanted to orgasm with your boyfriend once again and not just your own hand.

“Yes ma’am.” Uncapping the bottle, he tilts it up and you jolt slightly at the cool, thick liquid as it hits your swollen clit. He lets a good amount drip onto you before placing it back onto the table, his free hand moving to push the lubrication inside your entrance. For such an intimate motion, Hoseok is showing almost zero interest in having his fingers inside you as his attention is on the glass dildo.

But you moan in relief, tightening around him. He only has the one in you, but your moan attracts his attention back and he grins before adding a second, fingers curling in you and moving easily with the added lube. An almost grateful sigh escapes you and he laughs before pulling his fingers out and grabbing the dildo, wiping the excess onto the head before carefully adding even more.

The head of this dildo is bigger than Hoseok’s dick, and you’re a little nervous as he runs it along your pussy slowly. It’s incredibly cold and firm against you, the temperature causing you to shiver as it presses against the heated bundle of nerves at your centre.

“I’ll go slow, okay? You have to talk to me this time, let me know if it’s hurting or uncomfortable.” Nodding at him, you give him a small smile before your eyes widen as he pushes the tip inside you. It stretches you far more than you’d anticipated and you gasp, fingers grasping the rug tightly as he moves it.

Once it’s past your entrance, the slide is much easier given the shaft’s thinner girth but all you can focus on is how thick the head feels. There’s a brief moment of pause as Hoseok evaluates you before you nod at him and he slowly pulls it out. You grimace as it leaves you, deciding instantly that you do not like the feel of it entering and exiting.

“Don’t pull it out entirely. It...kinda hurts. Like not too bad but, I don’t like it.” You admit, causing him to frown before he nods in acknowledgement. The next few thrusts from him are much gentler as you both experiment with it and you comment on how it feels to him.

The glass is far firmer than anything you’ve had inside you before and you tell him to be careful, knowing that if he moved too hard or rough then it would probably really hurt given the lack of give in it. But you can’t deny that the overly large head is beyond pleasurable as it presses against the squishy patch of nerves on your inner wall, each movement sending sparks of overwhelming feeling through you.

“Move it like...a little down. No, not that way, so the head of it is coming up. Yeah, yeah like tha-ooh my god.” You moan, eyes falling closed as Hoseok does exactly as you suggest. The movement you’ve instructed him to do has the head pressing firmly against those nerves, the pressure intense and you convulse slightly when he moves it again.

“Oh god yes, there. There.” You pant to Hoseok, one hand moving instinctively for something and only stopping when Hoseok grasps it with his free hand, linking your fingers together and giving you something to squeeze. Like the good boyfriend he is, he keeps the dildo in that position as he moves it and you start to beg him to move it faster.

Moaning, you writhe on the floor as pleasure floods through you from the constant pressure and you half recognise the fact that you’re babbling to him to let you cum. But he knows as well as you do that you can’t orgasm from penetration alone, although given how good this feels you’re not entirely sure on that front.

Still, he understands and you almost jump off the floor when you feel the heated pressure of Hoseok’s wet tongue against your clit. A ragged moan leaves you, your free hand grasping his hair once more and tugging tightly as he licks and sucks at your clit almost playfully, enjoying your reactions for him.

You’d curse him out but you can’t quite focus, your entire body and mind centering on your pussy and the tight ball that has once more built up inside you. A small thought wonders whether you’ll not be able to reach it once more but it’s swept away quickly by the feeling of Hoseok’s piercing pressing against your engorged bud, the movement perfected over the months when he could bring you to orgasm.

And then it all combines together and your entire body tightens, loud and ragged moans being ripped from your throat as you shudder almost violently. Your hips move so powerfully that Hoseok can’t even keep movement with you, his mouth leaving you while he still moves the dildo within.

It just adds to the pleasure and you’re struck by the odd sensation of not being able to hear properly for a few seconds, the orgasm so strong that it literally knocks your senses offline. Once the wave has reached its crescendo and begins to soften again, you let out a soft whimper as Hoseok continues to move the dildo, only much slower this time.

It feels good, but almost too good and you push at his hand, telling him silently to stop. You don’t see the look of complete awe on his face when he pulls the dildo out, how he admires the visible signs of your pleasure on the transparent glass as white streaks of your own making coat it.

Instead, you’re just staring at the ceiling as your chest heaves, silent tears slipping from your eyes from just how...overwhelming everything was. The quiet clink lets you know he’s put the dildo on the table and you sniff, feeling particularly pathetic for getting so emotional over an orgasm.

“You came!” Hoseok coos, leaning over and gently resting some of his weight on you. He’s on his elbows, but your raised hips mean that you have the full weight of his own hips against you. Including the very hard erection pressed against you now. “Oh baby, don’t cry. It’s okay.”

“I’m not upset or anything, it’s okay. I just...I don’t know,” Muttering, you wipe at the tears in an almost annoyed fashion and Hoseok smiles. “I’m just feeling emotional. Which is silly. It was just an orgasm but…”

Looking at him, your heart swells with emotion for him and even more tears fall, causing him to smile softly before he wipes them away himself and kisses you. You don’t push him away, instead wrapping your arms around his neck and holding him to you so tightly, fingers pressing into his shoulders.

“It’s okay, you’ve been stressed about it for a while now. Cry if you want, I don’t mind,” He pauses, kissing your nose quickly before smiling. “I said it earlier, but I love you.”

Wiping at your eyes again, you sniff and give him a return smile that’s more than a little shaky. Letting go of him, you watch as he sits up onto his knees, looking down at you while he bites his lip. The tent in his pants is now emphasised by the wet patch that’s been caused by the combination of lube and your own excitement and you feel bad, knowing he’s put off his own pleasure.

Sitting up, you push the cushion away before taking a deep breath. You feel a little sluggish from the strength of the orgasm, but you’ll be damned if you leave him high and dry. And on Christmas no less!

“So...how about some sex for you now?” Hoseok grins immediately at your words and you can’t help but laugh at his eagerness.

“Are you sure? Are you okay? Will you be up for it?” Despite his excitement, you appreciate his words of concern and squeeze his hand in response. Giving him a quick kiss, you take a deep breath to give yourself strength before letting go of him and turning around. There’s a pause, before you get on your hands and knees and look back at him.

This was his favourite position and any playfulness has left his face as he stares at the slick mess between your legs. Licking your lips, you push away the shyness before smiling at him.

“I’ll even let you cum on my back.” His jaw drops immediately. You’d discovered Hoseok liked orgasming onto you. He proclaimed he had no real reason for enjoying it but you thought he got turned on at the physical act of ‘marking’ you in a possessive way. At least...that’s why you enjoyed it anyway.

But you don’t offer it often, so it’s not something he gets to indulge in too much.

“Happy fucking Christmas to me.” He mutters under his breath and you can’t help but laugh as he pulls his clothes off at record speed. Happy Christmas to him indeed.

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windhamsrotunda · 3 years

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Edge (WWE) x Reader! - “I had a dream about you.” | Pt 3. {COVER BY ME}.

Category - fluff | angst | smut?

Warnings - {18+} Explicit Language, Arguments, Sexual Content! | Angst.

Requested By - No One

Summary | Plot: Edge and female! reader happen to bring up a random conversation starter about what Y/N was dreaming about last night. Once she tells Edge the dreams that occurred on in her head last night, there's no turning back.

Word Count - 2.4k+

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Right after Edge left you to go do some business, you can’t help but think of the dominant side of your boyfriend, how he showed it without fear of hurting you. He’s maybe fueding with Roman Reigns in WWE and sick and tired of his shit? Maybe he needed some of that frustration stuck in his thoughts and deep down in his soul out? Head spinning after sex with Edge usually occurs: It’s a normal feeling you feel. Like the buzzing in your ears type of feeling, the heart beat through the floor. Leaning your head against the headboard of your bed, you sigh. Home alone, just like you left Edge home alone yesterday evening. Pulling out your phone, you text Edge quickly: “Hey baby, I hope you’re not mad at me.” Sending the text, you put your phone down.

You didn’t hear from your boyfriend until an hour later, making an assumption about him being busy - He replied: “I’m not, just wanted to know what you’ve been dreaming of lately.” That came out of the blue. You took a long pause, then typed: “Of you.” Biting your lip hard, he knew you were probably dreaming of him, in which it was true. “Of me doing what? What was I doing in your dream?” Your heart rate goes rapid, your palms start to sweat. You text: “Of your dominant side, your hunt / prey side. How you stalk me like prey, having rough sex with you —- Everything.” “Be prepared, y/n.” Was all he replied with. There, you knew you felt a presence right behind you. It was Edge. Breathing on your neck, he turns you around fast - “I was thinking about you.” He laid his hand on your hip, fingers tickling your skin that was trailing up your shirt to reveal your bare torso.

“Edge, I thought you were supposed to be training.” You assumed, as his playful smirk quickly turned into a dark and furrowed one. “I’m off, remember? Damn Y/N, please, tell me more about your dreams of me while we’re in this position right now.” You took two steps back to the Burgundy couch, where you set yourself down on. Edge watching on, you swallow hard. “I… I’ve been dreaming of you taking control over me. But what you can only do to me.” “God of all hell! You’re gonna get me started again!” He booms, his voice filled with rage. Knowing you’re in trouble, he tries his hardest to keep calm. To not act like a “lustful, crazy man”, towards you. Edge stood back, shoulders against his sides: “You know what… I’ll let you decide on what you wanna do. Whatever your heart desires to.” You watch his steady breathing, his chest bellowing up and down, realizing he’s starting to mellow down, you say with no absolute guilt in your voice: “If you want me this bad, Edge, you should show not just only me, but everyone who is in our neighborhood how you can fuck me good.”

Edge was up for the challenge, he took steps towards you, then stood in his own presence. Clicking his tongue, he gave you the: “You’re going to regret on what you just said.” look. Chuckling, he looks at you full of lust and devouring hunger. Slowly sliding off his green leather jacket off his shoulders, Edge’s eyes were on you the whole time while he was pealing off his shirt. Revealing himself shirtless, he looks down at his white t-shirt in his hand, then throws it aside carelessly. Taking his time on undressing himself, he admired your facial expression: How you were already “Seduced.” by him. Moving closer to you, Edge lifted up your chin with one finger, leaned in your ear and whispered: “I’ll make the neighbors know my name.” You scoff in response, as soon as you’ve did that — He picked you up by your thighs and forcefully slammed you down against the counter of the kitchen the two of you were standing in.

“Scoff like that again, and see what happens next.” He warned, his hand on your throat. Dominant Edge was a whole new Edge, he never seemed dominant against you - but this however? Was the rough side of him. You looked fearful, you sat on the counter where he had control of your every move, like he was a hawk stalking you. “You want everyone to know my name when I make you scream it? Is this really a challenge? Hmm?” His voice got deep, you could feel your core get drenched by the voice of Edge playing in your mind as he dirty talked to you. “Tell me… how much you want this fucking.” You had to choke out the words - “Real bad, more than the last time.” He smacked you across the face, wanting a real answer. “Grit is what I want out of you, you know better than to answer me like that. I said, tell ME how much you want this fucking!” His voice raised, being the dominant that he is. “I want it. I want it so damn bad you’d have to make me beg and pass out.” You cry, feeling a lump in your throat. “Good.” He smirked against your neck, “Get off the counter.” He demands, you quickly follow his instructions. He smacks your rear end, following behind you.

Running his hands through his hair, Edge stared you down, like a crazed lion. The atmosphere grew thick, chemistry between you two grew big. His eyes wide, his devil smirk says it all - You were thinking of something crazy, something really dare devilish. You wanted to share with the Rated R Superstar what you had in mind. “Edge….” “What.” He firmly says. “Let’s take this to another level. How about: We have outdoors sex?” You make a crazy, ballsy suggestion. “Mmm.” He hums, fumbling with his keys in his pocket, which he had his jeans on still. “Go outside.” He agrees to your ballsy decision, pointing to the outdoors. Thankfully, it was night time and not morning to where people can see you. “Yes sir.” You smirk, attempting to play along. Closing the door behind him, Edge took your hand and ran out with you to the field near your house. Falling backwards on your back, he hovers over you, pulling off his pants - “Hoping we don’t get caught?” His voice full of dominance, you reply simply: “Yes.” Burying his knees into the grass, he rolled you flat on your stomach, and lined up against you. You could feel him poking right at you as the night sky shone down on the two of you.

Taking all of him at once, you hear him quickly moan, the sensation feeling was irresistible. Picking up the pace, he grips your hair and pulls your head back. “Don’t moan.” He covers your mouth with his hand, while the other free hand was playing with your clit. Drenched to the core, your structure was shaking violently like an earthquake. He was this fucking good, he knew all of your spots. Muffled cries came out of your mouth, still covered by the palm of Edge’s hand —— He flipped you over again without fair warning, pounding into you. Your body was weakening, knees buried deep down in the grass, face laid straight down in the ground. Heavy breaths escalated him, he twitched against your solid core. “You feel so right, so——” Cut off by a long groan in relief, you climaxed. Followed by a “GOD!” boomed by Edge and spilling into you sweetly.

Pulling out, he collapsed rapidly down next to you on the field. Panting, he grabs your face, kissing you hungry. One last kiss is what all that mattered. “Would you like to shower?” He questions, voice of tone now nonchalant. “Can we just cuddle in the shower?” You request, he nods. You two had gone in the shower together and washed up. His embrace tight on your waist, he plants kisses on your shoulders and your thighs. “You’re so damn drop dead gorgeous. " His compliment made you blush heavy, red as a tomato. “Edge, can I tell you something?” “I’m all ears.” You intertwine your fingers with his, locking hands with him. “I never thought in my entire life I would be this lucky to have you. “I feel the same way, I am sorry that I’ve freaked out like that… My dominant side is too much—-” You cut him off, “No no. I LOVE you being a Dom.” You admit, trying to cheer your boyfriend Edge up from feeling too much sorrow and guilt. “I’ve got too carried away.” His eyes read: “I feel like an asshole.” You hug him, whispering sweet nothing’s in his ear.

The heated shower continued to spout down on Edge and you, the glass on the bathroom cabinets and mirrors fogged up. Stepping out of the shower, you smile bright. He returns the favor by smiling back: “I love you to the moon and back.” He kisses your hand. You, awestruck, had you head over heels. Flipping the bathroom light off, you glance at the clock: “12am.” It says. “Try and get some rest, doll face.” Edge whispered, kissing you goodnight.

It was early in the morning, the pearl white curtains were half open, and the smell of breakfast was lingering through the kitchen. You groggy groan, slid yourself out of bed: “5am” the clock read. What is Edge doing up so early? You question to yourself. Why don’t you go and find out? Shaking your head, you walk your way slowly to the other room, which was the dining room connected to the kitchen. “Good Morning,” he greets, kissing your cheek. Your eyes wander over to the deliciousness of breakfast - Eggs, French Toast, Yogurt, Sausage, Blueberry Waffles and Pancakes neatly stacked in white, glass plates separately in rows. “You could’ve woken me up, I would’ve helped you.” You claimed, looking at your boyfriend in awe. “I just didn’t want to wake you up, love.”

He makes your plate, and gives you a little bit of everything. “Besides, you’re probably hungry after all that sex last night.” Jokingly saying, he laughs. You set yourself down at the dining room counter, with black stools available for you to sit on. Looking down at your plate, you pick up a piece of sausage and eat. Edge sat himself down next to you, where you two could make small talk. “Any plans for the day?” you ask out of curiousity, twirling your silver fork. “Well, after we are done eating, I plan on going to the store to get some things.” Edge explained, he asks: “Would you like to come?” “Of course.” After the two of you were finished with breakfast, you found yourself in Edge’s car. Turning the key to start the car up, he pulls out of the solid driveway and began to drive. On your IPhone, you scroll through your Twitter. You feel a hand on your leg, while the other hand was on the steering wheel - He was that good at driving.

Hooking up the aux to your phone, you play a random, slow song. *insert song’s name here* Rubbing your leg with his index finger, he quickly removes his hand to focus on driving. “What’s the matter?” You inquire, fumbling with your fingers. He turns his head to face you, but not for long. “I’m frustrated,” Edge bellows, he stopped by parking at the parking lot of the store. He pushed the car door open, slamming it. Was it something I’ve done? You ask yourself, hopping out of the car and rushing your way towards him, you encourage him to speak: “Baby… What have I’ve done wrong?” “You didn’to anything wrong, Y/N. There’s a lot going on.” He tried not to raise his voice any higher, to draw attention from other people who were walking around the parking lot.

Your eyes bore into Edge’s, taking his hand and entering the store, he realizes he forgot his mask. “Shit! Good way to catch this virus!” he flips, storming off to his car, leaving you in the middle of the store. A couple moments later, he re-entered back in. Despite this whole pandemic, he didn’t want to take a chance to get sick. “Can we talk about this later when we get home?” He suggests, hand now in yours locking. “If it matters to you,” you reply. The store was buzzing like bees in a beehive with business, your boyfriend Edge also didn’t want to get recognized as: “The Rated R Superstar”, so, he cover up his face more. Switching his snapback backwards, he hurried through the store as you were basically drugged along with him.

“Please chill.” you whine in annoyance, that pissed him off. “Listen, Y/N. I’m going through a lot of shit. And I don’t need your bitching.” he says in temper, his face through his mask you can read: “I’m not in the mood at all.” “Okay, fine then Adam.” your thoughts were scattered — Using his real name, he tried not to lose his shit in the middle of a store with people. “Just go.” he points at the end of the aisle towards the exit sign. Was this a sign that Edge / Adam had enough?

Your eyes began to sting, you storm off to exit the store to wait for him to finish his business, alone. You dart towards his car, open the door and placed yourself in the driver’ seat. Slamming the door, you can’t help but weep. “Son of a bitch!” you scream, with the car windows rolled up. Leaning your head back against the head seat of the car, you were shaking with rage. Knuckles white from balling then like balled up paper, waterfall tears stream down your face; The warmth of the tears stung your cheeks.

Your phone buzzes, it was your best friend Mary. You answer it: “H-Hello?” your throat filled with lumps, “Hey Y/N! Just wanted to check base with you and see how you were?” how nice of her to do that. “I— yeah, I’ve been doing good.” You lie straight through your teeth. Your best friend Mary knew you more than you knew yourself. “Y/N… talk to me.” Her tone with concern spurt out. “Mary, I gotta go.” You saw Edge walking out of the store a few blocks away with a grocery cart. “Why?” you hang up. Wiping the tears off your face, your breaths became shallow.

He places the groceries in the trunk of the car, and automatically closes it. You jump to your side, the passenger’s side, keeping quiet. He doesn’t look at you, or speak to you. He turns on the car, speeding off.

A/N: Should I continue this fic for a finalized part 4? I am currently on writer’s block. Let me know what you guys want me to do! -Shar?

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pixie88 · 3 years

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Making Amends

Chapter 18 - Always the Bridesmaid.

A/N: I’m going to try and start editing and publishing 2 chapters a week (Next will be out Thursday as we are away this weekend for my LO’s birthday) as I have 6 drafts in ATB and 3 drafts in Addicted to You (Series 2 of ATB) Obviously if you wish to stop reading after series 1 I completely understand just let me know if you like to be untagged. Now offence taken. I hope you like it.

Read previous chapters HERE!

Warnings: Fluff & Little Angst.

Word Count: 2608

Pairings: Laila x Harry

Enjoy!

Laila just sat and listened to Zeppy for over an hour "Do you want my honest opinion?" Laila stokes her hair, she nods "I think you need to put yourself first, not your Mum, Dad or even Jade....You! If that means cutting Vicky out of your life then so be it"

She sits up "But Mum...Jade says you should forgive people's mistakes!" Laila hands her a tissue from her dresser "But you can only give someone so many chance. I get she is your Mum, but sometimes we give family more chances than we do anyone else and they expect it" Zeppy sighs knowing Laila is right.

There's a light knock on the bedroom door, Nate pokes his head in "Everything OK?" he asks, Zeppy smiles then looks at Laila "Yeah, Auntie Leia gave me some advice" Laila gets up "Why do you tell your Dad about it? I'm going to head home. If you need me just give me a call" Zeppy nods as Nate walks further into the bedroom "Thanks!" Nate smiles at her.

She says her goodbyes and makes her way home.

~*~*~*~

A few days later Laila is at work, she has clients back to back. Daniel just sends each one through, she's cleaning her hair clippers when the next client comes over and takes a seat. "Hey, I'll be with you in a minute," she throws over her shoulder not even looking at her client "OK, take all the time you need" he says in a cheery tone.

She knew that voice, they hadn't spoken since the incident in his flat, she turned "Rem? What are you doing here?" he offers her a regretful smile, "I know I had an appointment tomorrow after you finished work, but I didn't think you would turn up, so I rang up the salon booked myself in for today. Plus, I wanted to apologies for how I acted the other day, I was out of line...way out of line! I hope you'll accept my apology and if you feel the need to you can take it out on my hair I will happily accept if it means you will forgive me!"

Laila laughs at him as she throws the gown over him and wrapping her arms around him "Look, I understand you were upset, so there's nothing to forgive!" he smiles up at her in the mirror "Thank god!! I've hated not having you to speak to...You know its hard to get advice when the person you always go to for advice is the one you need advice for! Alec put me in my place soon after you left!"

She laughs, "Rem!! I don't want to know what you get up to!" she jokes making him chuckle. She feels like a weight has been lifted, she has her best friend back. She curious to know what he's going to do about Melissa, but she's too scared to ask because she doesn't want to upset him. "I can see your mind ticking over, I've known you too long to know when your thinking about something"

"Rem...." he smiles, but rolls his eyes, "You want to know what I'm going to do about my mot..I mean Melissa!" he raises a brow at her "I'll meet her, but just once to see what she wants and that's it! Can I ask you something?" she nods at him "Do you think she's serious?" she lets out a breath "She said her friend suddenly died and it made her realise, if that was her...her kids wouldn't be at her funeral. I think she wants just wants a chance. She seemed upset she didn't know you had gotten married. It's weird after I left yours the other day I went to Nate's and while I was there I was trying to convince Zeppy to stop giving Vicky anymore chances"

"Oh? What's happened with Vicky?" Laila shook her head "What's always up with her!"

"Oh, poor Zeppy! Why won't Vicky learn?! She won't stick around if she's on the gear again!" Laila starts trimming his hair "I know, but they say addiction is an illness" Rem's shook her head "We can only hope Zeppy has taken your advice and it makes Vicky realise what she could lose" Laila nod "Hmm..can only hope"

Later that evening.

Laila is putting the finishing touches to her makeup when her buzzer rings. She knew it was Harry, so she buzzes him up and leaves the front door open and runs back to the bedroom to finish up. "Gorgeous?" he calls out "In the bedroom" she calls back.

He pokes his head through the doorway "Are you ready?" he smiles at her "I think so. Do I look OK?" she is wearing a khaki cut off sleeved shirt dress which wasn't long enough to wear without bottoms, so she picked a pair of black trousers and gold and black wedge sandals. "You look perfect," she was nervous he could tell especially considering the last time she had seen Colin and Rose she had called him a miserable old git.

They had made a mends after that, but she still felt incredibly nervous, but this belated birthday meal was Colin's idea. She looks over herself in the mirror one last time, Harry steps behind her, his arm wrapping around her waist and kisses her bare shoulder "No need to be nervous! He knows not to say anything out of line again, but if he does believe me...I won't stand for it" she smiles at his reflection in the mirror before turning in his arms.

"Oh, guess who came into the salon today?!" he knew who by her smile, but he wanted to tease her "Antony Joshua?" she laughs, "No! Rem!" she's beaming "I take it you two have made up then?"

"Yep, all made up!" he kisses the top of her head "Thank god for that," he chuckles "Ready to go?" he asks her "I think so!" he takes her hand and they make their way to the restaurant in Harry's car.

When they get to the restaurant Colin and Rose are already there as they approach the table Laila takes a deep breath "Laila, Harry" Rose gets up from her seat hugging them both "Hi Rose.." "Mum, little too tight!" Harry jokes as she lets go and they all take their seat "Dad" Harry nods at Colin "Colin, Hi!" she smiles "You alright?" he asks them both. "Yeah, thanks, you?" Laila asks her nerves are still going a hundred miles per hour.

"Great! Thanks! How was your birthday? Oh, and Happy belated Birthday!" he says. Laila's thrown he is completely different from the last time they saw him "Happy birthday!" Rose says as she passes over an envelope "Thanks, yeah it was great thanks! Better than I could've imagined" she's cut off by Rose "What did Harry get you?"

Laila's hand automatically goes to her locket, Rose leans over to take a closer look, "Can I open it?" she asks "Yeah, of course" Rose flips it open and coos at the picture "Aww, that is an adorable photo of you both!" Colin leans over to have a look "It's a good one" he comments.

They both sit down "Open your card!" Rose tells her. Opening the envelope and folded up bit of paper falls out, inside it reads:

To Lovely Laila,

Happy Birthday!

We hope you had a great day!

Love Rose & Colin x

P.S. We didn't know what to get you, so we thought this might be nice for you both to enjoy. x

Opening the folded paper its a photo of an old cottage, she looks up at Rose and Colin confused, Harry, take the paper from her to take a closer look, "What's this?" Harry asks his parents "So we didn't know what to get you, so we thought maybe you to might like a free week away in our little cottage in the Cotswold's. Obviously you two can chose any week you want just let us know a few weeks ahead! Harry, don't go telling your brothers or sister!"

"Why?" he chuckles "Because they will all want a week there and I don't trust they won't trash the place" Colin shook his head "I promise we won't trash the place and thank you that's so thoughtful!" the waiter comes over to take their drinks order, Harry leans in close enough so only she can hear "Can't say the same about the bed" he whispers making her blush.

After the starter Rose and Colin are telling them all about their time away in Rome "You have to take Laila there one day!" Rose tells her son. "It's beautiful! Laila, I keep meaning to ask do you cut men's hair?" Colin surprisingly asks her "Yeah, I do"

"She's my hairdresser now" Harry winks at her "Great, do you think you could fit me in?" Colin looks over to her "Erm..yeah, sure when are you free?" She's not sure if this is a joke or not but Colin has done a 360 since the last time. "Weekends probably work out better for me"

She smiles "I work every other Saturday in the salon, but I can come to you if it's easier?" She asks him nervously "3 weeks from now work? At our house?" Laila pulls out her phone that's Saturday is her weekend off "Perfect, any time preference?"

He checks his phone "Shall we say 11 AM then we'll do lunch?" Laila can't quite believe he's asking her to do his hair "Yeah, that would be great!" she's still taken aback by it. Maybe this is him trying to build bridges? She thought.

"Laila?" she hears someone call out from behind him as she looks up, it's Lou, she smiles and gets up to greet her "Lou, how are you?" she asks as she hugs her. Laila's happy that they're at this point.. 6 months ago, Laila could never imagine even looking in Lou's direction, let alone hugging her "Sorry, Louise, this is Rose and Colin, Rose and Colin this is Louise and obviously you've met Harry, they're his parents"

"Oh how lovely to meet you!" Louise smiles "And you!" Rose says as Colin just smiles at her "Laila, you wouldn't mind coming over to our table and saying hello to Steve would you? He'd love to see you!"

"Oh..erm OK!" she looks at Harry "I'll be 2 minutes!" he winks back at her. She felt a bit nervous she hadn't seen Steve in years because she thought it was best to stay away after everything happened considering she might have just let it slip to him out of anger, but now was different she understood why Lou did what she did it. Which was all thanks to Harry, in some ways she had changed for the better because of him, he had made her more forgiving.

Now, instead of blaming her, she gratefully Josh's last day's weren't his worst days. She had seen how cancer can change someone with her Grandad Carelli, he went from running every day with his granddaughter to being to weak too lift a fork.

As they approach the table Steve looks up noticing Laila his face lights up "Laila! Oh wow! It's so good to see you!!" he beams at her.

She smiles back at him.

Back at their table.

Colin looks to where Laila is "Who is this Louise to Laila?" Rose looks over to Harry. He knew what he could and couldn't say, "She's Laila's ex fiancé's Mum" Colin looks shocked "And she's gone over to see him?!" Harry could see his Dad disapproval "No! Steve is his Dad" Rose doesn't know what to say "You're OK with her being friendly with her ex's parents?" Colin almost hisses.

"Yes, I am! Because quite frankly, being jealous of a ghost is a bit ridiculous!" Harry could see the confusion on their face "Laila, ex fiancé died of cancer," he knew he couldn't say anymore than that "Oh god! That poor girl!" Rose is shocked, Colin is speechless "Now can you see why I'm more than happy for her to be friendly with her ex's parents? Even if he was a living ex I would be fine with it because I trust Laila!"

"I can see why...she is a lovely girl" Harry has never heard his Dad say anything like that about any of his girlfriends, but he just put that down to Laila being able to win anyone over because that was the kinda girl she is.

At Lou and Steve's table.

"You know we all missed you after the funeral. You just kinda disappeared" Steve's words make her drown in guilt "Hey! It was hard for all of us Steve, you have to remember she lost someone she was going to marry. We were probably a constant reminder of what she had lost" Louise tries to make excuses for Laila. She's thankful for this "I guess Lou is right! Sorry Laila!"

"You have nothing to be sorry for Steve....honestly, it's like Lou said and to be honest, I needed to grieve by myself," she smiles at him "How are you nowadays?"

"I'm good actually....I'm here with my boy....my boyfriend and his parents," she hated telling him this, but she was already keeping something from him plus surely he didn't expect her never to find anyone after Josh. "Aww, that's sweet! How long have you 2 been together?" he seemed happy for her which was a relief to her "I asked him to be my boyfriend over 2 months ago now" Steve howls "Why doesn't that surprise me! Josh always said if you wanted something you would go out and get it"

She laughs, "He is the first relationship I've had since Josh to be fair!" Lou coos "Does he make you happy?" Lou asks her "You know what he makes me incredibly happy actually," she looks over to Harry, his eyes catch hers and he throws her a wink making her blush. "I'm happy for you! You deserve to be happy...that's all Josh would have wanted for you!" Lou offers her a soft smile.

"Speaking of my boyfriend, I better get back to him! It was lovely seeing you both," she says as she gets up both Steve and Lou hug her.

She makes her way back to Harry and his parents, "Here she is!" Harry smiles and wraps an arm over her shoulder as she sits. The rest of the meal is relaxed and easy.

After they say their goodbyes to his parents, they make their way back to Laila's flat.

When they arrive the front door has been kicked in, worried someone might still be inside Harry tells Laila to call the police and he heads inside. Laila grabs his arm "Harry..."

"Laila, I'll be fine! I just want to check they're not still in there," he pushes the door open and makes his way inside.. he first checks the kitchen, when he hears someone behind him. He spins round, it's Laila holding her handbag like she's about to whack someone "Laila! Go and wait outside!" he whispers "What? and leave you to get attacked? No! Plus I have my bag! Never underestimate a women's handbag!"

"Fine! Just stay close!" he knew there was no point in arguing with her, so he continues to check all the rooms. Each have been ransacked, when they got to the living room on the wall in red spray paint were Cut her out of your life..

Continue reading this story here - Chapter 19.

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🎄25 Days of HXH: Day 2: Leorio x Chestnuts🎄

The scent of myrrh and peppermint filled the house as you lit some candles, the gentle glow of the small flame giving a homey feeling to the dimly lit room. Walking over to the Christmas tree, you fixed some ornaments and tinsel that’d fallen off. Outside, the world looked precious and innocent, like a child on Christmas Eve, soft and full of joy waiting for gifts and Christmas day. Silken snow in small hills outside, a golden glow resting on them from overhead lamps in the streets. The lampposts were adorned with wreaths and lights, and nearby fences decorated with string lights as well. The entire neighborhood looked elegant; houses were decorated with lights outlining their houses and windows, faint golden and white glows lining a perfect frame into living rooms with Christmas trees, picturesque depictions of a classic Christmas, the entire street resembling a postcard of a small Christmas town in the Alps, perhaps. The neighborhood was quiet, registering a feeling that, despite having no true word, wrapped you with a feeling of nostalgia and calm, your heart creating a soothing rhythm within your chest, rendering your thoughts to reminisce of Christmas’ long since passed, and making your heart flutter thinking about Christmas’ yet to come. The Christmas Song by Nat King Cole

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It was relatively late, 8pm, and the sky was dark and void, except for a few clouds, adding gray streaks to the sky above. Leorio was working a late night, yet you had a tendency to stay up for him, despite his objections to you staying up so late waiting for him. Sure, he’d voiced his genuine thoughts, finding it cute that you waited for him, but truly he was concerned about how much you were sleeping, and that it was very much okay if you went to bed when he was out late. You always declined, finding it to be no trouble waiting for him. He always brought something back for you, being a cookie, a small cake, a treat, a book or even a story when he couldn’t find anything physical. You always accepted whatever he brought for you, melting at the thought of him thinking of you throughout the day, to which when you confronted him about it, he blushed bright red and muttered something about how, of course he thinks of you, he loves you quite a lot.

Strolling to the living room window, you leaned on the window sill, watching the occasional car pass by, the lights fading in and out. You almost missed Leorio’s car pulling into the driveway and you jumped up and ran to the front door, opening it without care for the cold, causing the candles in the back to dance from the small gust of wind. You waved to him, beaming ear to ear as he shuffled through some snow, making his way over to you.

Seeing you with the door wide open, Leorio’s face was washed with concern.

“Jeez y/n close the door! You’re gonna get sick!” walking a little faster towards you in hopes that the door will be shut.

You could only giggle as you pulled him inside and shut the door, hugging him before he had a chance to set down his briefcase. He hugged you in return, letting his cheek rest against your head. You felt his heart flutter as you buried your face in his shoulder and sigh with content.

“Miss me?” Leorio poked your side, hearing the taunting in his tone, making you look up at him, unafraid to hide it. You nodded, and he blushed, looking away from you, but not before placing a soft kiss on the top of your head.

Pulling away from the hug, he set his briefcase down and walked over to the fireplace, looking at the pile of dry wood and shifted them around a bit with the fire poker. You watched him, occasionally glancing at him. He rarely uses the fireplace, always mentioning how it’s risky and if he falls asleep, it could be a hazard.

“Hey y/n could you light the fire?” Leorio called out, walking towards the kitchen, pulling a small bag from his jacket pocket.

Humming a noise of acknowledgement you went on to find the lighter and fire starter, feeling slightly jilted about not having received a late night gift from Leorio. You had to shift some logs around so they fit nicely, and then you light the fire, slowly watching it come to life. The room had a soft orange glow, the scent of a good, cozy fire mixing with the scent of the candles, making you feel a bit drowsy.

Leorio muttering about roasting things was what brought you out of your sleepy stance, piquing your interest, causing you to waddle over to him, peeking over his shoulder at the little bag on the counter. In his hand was a sizable bag of chestnuts and in the other hand, his phone, instructions on how to roast chestnuts in a fireplace written on the screen. Was...this the late night gift?

Clearing your throat, Leorio turned to you, handing you a chestnut. You turned it this way and that, tapped it on the counter and shook it, hearing something inside.

“Uhh...how do I eat this…” muttering as you shake it again.

“Well we roast it first...that’s what google says.” Leorio answers, turning towards you, “I wanted to roast them with you...thought they’d make an interesting gift.”

You laughed a little, rolling the chestnut in your palm. He wanted to roast chestnuts with you, over the fireplace. As late night gifts go, this was the most interesting by far. Nothing short of classically Christmas-y either, seeing as multiple songs mention roasting chestnuts over an open fire.

Grabbing tinfoil, you made a small bowl and poured the chestnuts in it, careful to close it with a small air pocket. Leorio looked at you, then at the tinfoil bowl, then back at you.

“How’d you know to do that?” poking at the bowl, rustling the chestnuts.

You shrugged, figuring there was no other way to roast them in the fireplace, seeing as it was relatively small, and using a frying pan or skillet would be dangerous.

Walking over to the now impressive fire, you (somewhat haphazardly, seeing as you had no intention of sticking your hand in the flames) tossed the tinfoil ball in, and properly fixed it with the fire poker.

Sitting down on the couch, you swung your legs up and nuzzled into the corner, patting the spot next to you for Leorio to join you. Of course, he obliged, slipping an arm around you as he watched the fire, the flames hazily reflecting in his eyes. You nestled yourself into the crook of his shoulder, making yourself comfortable on him.

Eyes glued to the fireplace, the only thing that would break the silence was the fire crackling away, the occasional pop and spark of the flames bringing you out of your thoughts.

“Hmm...anything interesting happened today?” you asked, glancing at Leorio.

Leorio sat there, thinking for a minute.

“A kid came in with an action figure stuck up his nose. And the same lady keeps coming in for flu shots. I’ve seen her 3 times the past 3 weeks…” Leorio pinched the bridge of his nose, exasperation written all over his face.

“Is that a problem?” looking up at him. Of course, multiple shots is indeed an issue, but you’d indulge him a little bit.

“Of course it’s an issue! You can’t keep taking shots like that! You only need the one once a year! Your body isn’t meant for the same shot in 3 weeks time, 3 times!” Leorio was waving his free hand about, clearly bothered by this lady’s actions.

“Maybe she’s coming to see you~” you sang, poking his ribs.

Leorio looked at you, flustered and incredulous.

“No way…” looking away from you, although you could see him considering this revelation silently.

“I mean, it’s hard to ignore such a cute doctor. I’d come to the doctors more often if it were you!” poking his ribs again, grinning.

“Ah hey cut it out, that’s...no…” Leorio was apple red at this rate, looking at everything but you.

Compliments always seemed to fluster him, and he never knew how to respond to them, and you took full advantage of being able to turn your boyfriend into a mushy mess with simple words and genuine compliments in his favor.

“Maybe I have some competition now hmm?” poking him again, laughing all the while.

“Absolutely not!” he yelled, finally looking at you, “other people really...can’t compete with you…” trailing off again, the statement causing him to blush furiously and look away once more.

Beaming, you pressed a kiss to his temple, making him huff lightly and quickly give you one in return.

Completely distracted with Leorio’s antics and your own, you'd forgotten about the chestnuts roasting away, until you could smell them, sweet notes filling the air, but with a hint of...slightly burnt?

Practically flying out of your seat, you took a log mover and managed to take the chestnuts out of the fire, setting them down on a metal plate that held extra firewood. Running off to the kitchen to get a fork, you came back moments later, prying the tinfoil open to reveal slightly over roasted nuts, but still probably edible. Leorio came by you seconds later only to poke at the still hot chestnuts in the makeshift bowl.

A few minutes later, they were cool enough to be peeled and eaten, but still warm enough for them to be enjoyable. Taking a few, you retreated to the couch in your original spot, and handed some to Leorio who inspected them before struggling to peel them, making him grumble in frustration. Peeling yours, you handed it to him and removed the one he was struggling with, and peeled that one too. Nibbling at it, it was soft, and incredibly sweet, but not in the sickening sense. It was sweeter than most nuts you’ve had, and softer as well. A little content hum left you as you enjoyed yours, and Leorio seemed quite happy as well.

Spending the rest of the evening with Leorio, curled up on the couch indulging in a classic Christmas treat. Inside, warm and cozy with only soft conversation and comments, and the hiss of the fire to keep the silence at bay. Not that the silence was bad, per se. The silence was quaint, pulling together that serene feeling at the start of a perfect Christmas season.

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Chapter 3: Fire Starter

Ooo, the relationship is finally taking off. As I’m sure anyone could guess, the naming of the chapters are very straight forward, I normally don’t name chapters in my original works so this is new and feels a bit weird to do tbh.

A few weeks had gone by since they made their agreement, the dragon would visit her every day around the time she would start her dinner. Bringing her what ever she had asked for; food, soaps, fabric, and even books though she had never asked him to bring her the books, but it was such a sweet surprise when she found one in the basket he used to transport her gifts. For the first few days she would just sing to him while he laid around the tower, but eventually they began to talk before she sang to him. She learned that his name was Natsu, a fire dragon, that dragons could be all sorts of elements, and that contrary to popular belief they didn’t kidnap princesses.

One night as Lucy was singing a song from one of the books Natsu had brought her, she was looking around for her flint to get the fire started in her stove. Natsu had been kind enough to bring her all the ingredients she needed to make a meat and potato stew, and some spices as she planned to make too much ‘accidently’ and give the rest to the dragon. Looking around the tower for her flint to start the fire, she did not notice that she stopped singing.

Huffing Natsu poked his head through the window to see why she stopped singing for him. He watched her dig around for a bit before he huffed again, when it failed to get her attention he spoke. “Luce?”

“Sorry Natsu, I can’t seem to find my flint.” She explained as she kept digging around for it.

“Flint?” he asked, tilting his head to the side. Lucy smiled brightly at just how cute the incredibly large dragon could be.

“I use it to light my fires, but I can’t remember where I put it and now, I can’t seem to find it.” Lucy sighed, scolding herself in her head for losing something so important.

“I’ll light your fires for ya.” Natsu declared proudly pulling his head back out of the window.

“Eh?” Lucy was about to protest, surly a fire from such a large dragon would set the whole tower ablaze, but he had disappeared. Curious Lucy walked to the window to look outside for Natsu when a strange man with red dragon wings and black horns poking out of his pink hair landed on the window ledge. His onyx eyes watched her as a bright wide smile split across his face when she fell backwards onto her butt with a squeak. A long tail behind him flicked and waved behind him as he walked inside.

“N-Natsu?” Lucy asked, choaking out his name as the man walked into the tower.

“Yeah, the one ‘n only.” He boasted with a laugh. Crouching down in front of the stove a flame burst to life in the palm of his hand before he pushed it into the wood and watched the fire came to.

“H-how…I d-didn’t know you could…” Lucy trailed off as she stammered, unable to decide on the words she wanted to come out of her mouth.

“I couldn’t tell ya until I knew I could trust ya.” He explained with a smile. “A pretty good weakness.” He shrugged as he stood and started to stir the stew.

“Makes sense, people are more likely to challenge a dragon if they knew they could be in human form.” Lucy mumbled to herself. Natsu sighed deeply, his dragon feature beginning to melt into his body, making him appear entirely human. “Remarkable, I’ve read theories about how dragons were able to walk among humans without being recognized.” Lucy continued to ramble to herself until she noticed the almost teasing look Natsu was giving her.

“Nerd.” Natsu laughed as Lucy’s face flashed a bright red and she huffed in defiance. The two staired at each other, the way he was looking at her, she could not really explain it. Men had looked at her plenty of times in the past, she was a beautiful girl and blessed with features many men enjoyed seeing. But it was different with Natsu. She liked it?

“Want to join me for dinner?” Lucy asked breaking the small amount of silence between them. Her face holding just a hint of a blush when he happily accepted.

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Burn It Down 4- Sleepless [Ivar x Reader]

A.N.: Hello my loves! I hope you’ll enjoy this chapter! Your messages and comments and feedback make my day, please keep them coming! <3

Summary: Everyone needs to sleep.

Characters: Ivar x Reader, Ubbe, Bjorn, Hvitserk.

Warnings: Explicit language and depictions of violence.

Word Count: 1767

“How does one become a witch?” the voice pulled you out of your nightmares filled with darkness and blood, and you opened your eyes with a gasp, sitting up in the bed upon seeing Ivar in the candlelight.

“What are you doing in my tent?”

“I wanted to see if the rumors were true.”

You rubbed at your eyes, trying to get rid of the last traces of sleep, “The rumors,” you repeated, forcing yourself to focus, “What rumors?”

“My men say you turned into an old hag at night,”

You scoffed, “Your men should stop being so afraid,” you stated, then tilted your head, “On a second thought, maybe not. I enjoy their fear, it has sort of a….smell.”

“Does it?”

You shrugged slightly, “Why aren’t you scared?”

“Of you?”

“Yes,”

“You cursed me already,” he stated, “What else to be scared of?”

You smiled slightly, “You’re intimidated though. By me. By what I can do.”

“I’m not intimidated,” he said calmly and you shook your head slightly, stifling a yawn,

“Are you here for a reason, Ivar? Or…?”

“Yes. I’d like to know how one becomes a witch.”

You could feel the goosebumps rising on your skin and you took a deep breath,

“I’m tired and I’d like to sleep,” you said, “I don’t have time for your questions.”

“You will answer me.”

“Or what?” you asked, “What will you do?”

Ivar just watched you silently, his gaze making you feel almost vulnerable before you managed to shake off the feeling,

“I’d like to sleep,” you repeated, “It can wait.”

“Were you born a witch?”

“I was born a seer.”

“You didn’t have magic?”

“Magic comes with a price,” you muttered, crossing your arms, “More than anyone could or should afford. So no. I got my magic later on in life.”

“How?”

You swallowed thickly, then raised your chin to shoot him a glare, “That is something you will not learn about me, Ivar,” you said, “Now, if you’d be so kind to leave me to my dreams….”

“What would you do if I asked you to kill someone for me?” he asked, as if the thought had just struck him, “Would you choke them like Calder?”

You pinched the bridge of your nose, something told you Ivar hadn’t grown up hearing the word no much.

“If I thought they deserved it.”

“But you would.”

“What is it about me that makes you think I care who lives or dies?”

“You would kill for me,” Ivar said, looking you in the eye and you shrugged slightly,

“You will kill for me,” you said, “The least I could do is to return the favor.”

“I will?”

“Yes. Many people. Can I sleep now?”

Ivar looked like he would refuse, pursing his lips together but after a couple of seconds, he grabbed his crutch and stood up,

“I’ll send someone to heat there,” he said, “You will freeze otherwise.”

With that, he walked away and you lied down, desperately trying to ignore the way your heart was racing in your chest, and closed your eyes with a sigh.

***

Even though everyone claimed otherwise, Vikings weren’t these savage animals running on instincts, and you were beginning to see that.

For starters, their plans of war were not rushed at all. It was thoroughly planned, and for some reason, Ivar seemed like he couldn’t wait to go back to Kattegat, whining about leaving there unprotected to attacks for too long while Bjorn said they should keep going with the raids and conquering.

“I feel like you avoid me.” You said as you sat beside Hvitserk who was biting on a roasted chicken leg and he sat up straighter, as if you had just poked him, “Why is that?”

“I value my non-cursed wellbeing,” he stated, “What, does the dangerous witch feel lonely?”

“Not really. But we will be spending time with each other a lot, so the least you could do is to make effort. Bjorn does.”

“Bjorn doesn’t believe in your powers.”

“And I will let that slide, seeing that he actually talks to me.”

“I’m sure he is very grateful,” Hvitserk murmured under his breath, “Why don’t you put me under a spell to make me talk to you?”

You rolled your eyes, “Vikings were much less stubborn in my visions.” You mumbled, shaking your head, “Very well then. You will have to speak to me when we return to Kattegat anyway. I can be patient.”

“When we return to Kattegat?” Hvitserk repeated, “No one said anything about that.”

“Not yet.”

“We haven’t decided if we will continue with the raids or go back to Kattegat.”

“Yet.” You said, “Eventually you will.”

“Because you will order Ivar to do so?”

“I don’t order Ivar to do anything,” you said, exasperated “If he actually listened to me, I would order him to stop interrupting my sleep and rest, that would be much more beneficial to me, all things considered.”

He lowered the chicken leg, frowning slightly.

“You almost killed Calder.”

“Yes I did.”

“Why?”

“Because he insulted me.” You said, “Men kill men over insults every day, and no one bats an eye.”

“We don’t choke people with magic, maybe that’s why no one bats an eye.”

“You have your strengths, I have mine.” You stated, barely aware of Ivar’s eyes on you two, “Don’t pretend as if you wouldn’t kill someone if they insulted you like that.”

“I’d challenge them.”

“Why would I challenge someone when I already know I would win?” you wondered out loud, making Hvitserk scoff and shake his head.

“No wonder you and Ivar get along well,” he stated,pushing his seat back and standing up, “Keep your magic away from me.”

With that, he walked away from you to sit by the soldiers and you crossed your arms, shaking your head slightly.

Vikings were definitely more pleasant to deal with in your visions.

***

It was almost funny that even the most cunning man had to lower his guard sometime. It never changed, no matter how clever, how well protected, how strong someone was, they were still mortals, and mortals always needed sleep.

How lovely. It was almost too easy.

You smiled slightly as you slipped into Ivar’s tent, making sure you were as silent as a mouse, and stepped on the furs lying on the ground. His crutch was by his bed, his armor was thrown on one of the chairs and you tilted your head to the right to watch his sleeping figure for a while.

His brows were pulled into a frown even in his sleep and his breathing was ragged, as if he was having a nightmare. You pressed your lips together, then approached him and sat by his bed as gently as you could in order not to wake him up. You clenched and unclenched your fists, then brought your fingertips closer to his temples, but before you could even murmur the spell he opened his eyes, grabbed you by the throat and rolled you over so that he could be on top of you as he pressed the dagger he had just pulled from under his pillow.

It took you almost a second, but then you curled your fingers slightly before flicking your wrist, making him drop the dagger.

“Honestly Ivar, I thought we were past this.” You said as he panted, apparently still convinced that he was in danger. He made no move to get off of you and you rolled your eyes. “If you don’t stop this, I will stop doing you favors.”

“Favors?” he asked, “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to see what you dreamt of,” you shrugged, “Then I saw you were having a nightmare, I figured you wouldn’t want to have a nightmare, and I was going to make that go away. Before you threatened me.”

“You were by my bed, while I was sleeping,” he said through his teeth, “Maybe you wanted to kill me.”

“If I wanted to kill you, I wouldn’t have to be close to you.” You told him, “You’ve seen that before.”

“You came to put me under a spell.”

You let out an impatient groan, “Yes, Ivar, I came to put you under a spell because I need to do that in the middle of the night, in your tent, where you can see me.”

That seemed to make him frown and you flicked your wrist again, making him fall onto his back in the bed, letting go of you. You sat up in the bed, narrowing your eyes at him and he heaved a sigh.

“You don’t approach someone when they’re sleeping.” he said forcefully and you shrugged slightly.

“Why are you here?”

“I wanted to see your dreams.”

“Why?”

“I was curious,” you said and he gritted his teeth,

“My dreams are for me to see, not you.”

You crossed your arms, refusing to answer and he sat up as well.

“What were you and Hvitserk talking about today?”

“He avoids me.”

“Why does it bother you?” he demanded and you tilted your head,

“He’s your brother. I’m curious about him.”

He eyed you up and down, a dangerous light appearing in his gaze that made you raise your brows.

“Is that right?” he asked, “Was he in your visions as well?”

“Some of them.”

He exhaled through his nose, as if the very thought of it made him furious.

“If you betray me, you will suffer,” he growled, making you frown at him, the fury spreading through you.

“If you threaten me again, you will suffer.” You said through your teeth, “Do you enjoy this conversation then? One of us should, at least.”

That made him silent for a moment and you got up from the bed, still glaring daggers at him,

“I will leave you to your nightmares because you made me angry.” You told him, your voice petulant even to you, as you walked away from him to the entrance of his tent, “And you will be seeing a lot of nightmares, and you will not sleep much tonight. Is that it? Was that what you wanted?”

His voice was like a whip, “Y/N, come back here.”

“I will not.”

“I didn’t allow you to leave!”

“And I didn’t allow you to sleep!” You snapped at him, “How tragic for you that only one of us will be obeying the other’s wishes tonight.”

With that, you left his tent, ignoring the way he called out your name in anger, and made your way back to your own tent.

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paradife-loft · 4 years

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A Smattering of More TGCF Thoughts, Having Finished Book 3

*not exhaustive, because that would be way too much; but still apparently enough rambling to need a cut for length

EVERYTHING IS METAPHYSICAL WORLDBUILDING...... I don’t even know if I have a specific place I’d want to start with this, bc it’s all just deeply fascinating trying to tease out how it all works, but. mmmm delicious crunchy worldbuilding on what heavenly officials (of each court) and ghosts even are, and how spiritual power works! what exactly ascending is, and what role “fate” plays in that, and what even is fate really? what relationship does fate have to social standing in one’s mortal life?

this is my shit. I love to know how it all works. I will poke at all the things.

BLACK. WATER. XUAN. it is probably obvious by now that I am in massive hearteyes with He Xuan?? just. the dramatic flair! the extent of being SO wronged! intense murder aesthetic! d e d i c a t i o n. power and planning and being utterly terrifying as a trap closing in when the time comes - and an absolute Weirdo antisocial half-person Mess the rest of the time! “I am going to give you all these tests as opportunities to show that you see me, the person your successes came at the very literal physical cost of, and CARE to rectify that horrible injustice. show me that you give a fuck! show me that you’re not just stuck in your pampered myopic little heavenly heads!”

I am a little disturbed by how quickly I’ve built up a whole headcanon persona and POV for He Xuan already despite. not having finished the book yet. :’D what can I say though, intense capacity for violence, plus messy depression/depersonalisation badbrains, plus unstable identity and literally subsuming other beings into yourself, plus hella fucked up relationship with food... This Is Coming For Me Where I Live rn <33

(nom nom transmisogynists make a delicious crunchy snack~)

honestly it’s kind of like, the more intense my feelings & thoughts about a character are, the harder it is for me to really ramble properly about them without more specific prompts.... oops. but just know, I have many He Xuan thoughts. hot damn.

Yin Yu and Quan Yizhen ;____; god, I just have.... a lot of feelings about the way in which Status Issues Fuck Them Up. and about how Yin Yu ends up taking all this blame not because he’s A Bad Person, but also not because he’s Framed Horribly and Is Totally Innocent? he’s just very real, and imperfect, and his personal shortcomings combine with events to create a complete and utter clusterfuck :(

CORPSE RATS CORPSE RATS :D I am enjoying literally everything that’s eaten other spirits in this book honestly. delightfully fucked up favourite “taking on traits of a thing you consume” trope :D

Mount Tong’lu especially, but also just a certain amount of the aesthetic of this book in general, is once again Reminding Me Of Dark Souls. it’s the combo “gain more power by murdering other entities and consuming their souls” / “transformational Final Level specifically called a kiln” thing, I think.

so I guess it’s canon that the Supremes are a “mentally unstable obsessives only” club??? :’D I have a lot of feelings about much-younger-ghost!Hua Cheng just kind of. spending ten years alternately nerding out over trying to learn to read a dead language, and trying to... depict his devotion and somehow express/externalise the very story of who he even is into this empty underground series of caverns? trying to pound it into his head to, like, remember who he is and make SOME part of the world witness to what’s made him, even though (and because) he can’t actually open up about any of that to any other people?

like hmm, certainly I don’t think he’s losing it during the Mount Tong’lu experience as much as, say, certain other individuals might have (*cough*), because he’s not literally taking the essences of other beings into himself, just getting a power-up - but that alone, killing so much and experiencing that kind of metaphysical change, must already be kind of disorienting and weird? especially if you’re functionally alone the whole time?? which is to say, sure, the thousand gods and all the murals might have been a little bit of a monument to Hua Cheng being batshit crazypants for a while, but given the material circumstances of 10 years of isolation/ling nerding/murder, I really cannot blame him. (I would also rather not have other people, certainly not the object of my affection & obsession, get to see those things! that is entirely relatable, not sinister!)

(obligatory “what would a centuries-old sourdough starter from Mount Tong’lu be like“ joke....)

although. that said. I continue! to be not okay! with the extent of Literal Hero Worship happening in this relationship! “if you don’t have anything else to live for, then live for me!” like ok ok it is all very well and good that you said that as a dumbass naive teenage god, and clearly don’t believe in any such thing anymore, but. Hua Cheng! has not gotten over that! he is still very much in that headspace! “oh don’t worry my ashes are in a totally safe place bc if the place where I hid them was destroyed then I would have no reason to live either ~<3″ NO. NO BAD. EXTREMELY BAD, HUA CHENG SIT DOWN RIGHT THIS INSTANT UNTIL I FIND YOU SOMEONE TO TALK YOU THROUGH THIS SHIT.

I just. mmmmmmmnnn. I really enjoy how they interact with one another most of the time! I’m also just... not cool with the level of power disparity in terms of psychological vulnerability to one another, that seems pretty fundamentally baked into the dynamic :/

(it’s funny bc this is the opposite of the panic Mu Qing & Feng Xin were having over Hualian, oops)

actually while I’m being a whole-ass Downer about ships, I will also mention that I do Not get shipping those two..... like “excessive bickering” has never appealed to me in the first place but also. FX seems to genuinely think MQ is a bad person?? and doesn’t understand what his perspective is like in general? perhaps I am simply A Bit Sensitive to people misunderstanding someone and thinking they’re a bad person bc they’re not Nice And Cheerful And Personable, but. eugh, no thank you.

miscellaneous thoughts....

Ling Wen can honestly do as many murders as she feels like, I’m not too broken up about this ultimately :////

Xie Lian’s trauma response panic mode whenever he sees White No-Face! it’s upsetting!

White No-Face is not valid specifically for the reason that I wanted the next ghost king to come out of the kiln to add something cool to the Calamities’ color scheme >:( Give Me A Purple Ghost You Dumb Motherfucker >:(

(actually in part I make fun of him because I am otherwise also terrified of him! he is creepy and horrifying! he seems like substantially less of a Person and more like a Horrible Force of Nature than the other calamities!! also HE WAS LIVING IN THEIR HOUSE *screams*)

(you may notice there is approximately no book 2 content on here and that is.... largely bc I found book 2 very upsetting and unpleasant to read, as “overwhelming futility in the face of world affairs and mass suffering” is in fact my Least favourite emotion to have evoked in fiction. or in real life for that matter. “biological phenomenon wherein foreign entities grow in or on your body” is ALSO a least favourite thing in both fiction & real life too, funnily enough! not actually to the same extent as Futility Forever, but. no thank you.)

there’s definitely more I wanted to talk about at one point or another and then forgot, so, if there’s something you want to hear about in particular, ask me questions!

#James liveblogs books #hua cheng's ghostly down with cis bus

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There's No One There, 3/? (Group fic) - Marmalade

Summary: One student missing multiple classes without warning can be explained away but when more girls start disappearing, it can’t be dismissed. Jaida, Jackie, Gigi, and Crystal may not be friends but if it’s to figure out what’s going on, they’re willing to work together.

A/N: Hii, I’m just going to make a habit of putting the summary in front of each submission. In other news, I’m not vibing with the pen Marmalade but I haven’t figured out a new name yet and we’ve reached a point in the story writing where I’ve had to make a separate notes page to keep my flow right. I’ve been trying to come up with an all girls boarding school mystery for ages now and it feels good having one.

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The search for Widow kicked off to a worrying start. Gigi chose to accompany Crystal, mainly to avoid stepping in mud with Jaida and Jackie as they walked around the school asking about Jan. Widow hadn’t been in any of her usual spots and none of the four shared a class with her after lunch forcing them to resume their search after the school day had ended. Their final bet was checking her dorm.

“What’re we gonna do if we go and she’s not there either and we have another missing person?” Crystal asked as she reached into her pocket to pull out some of the candy she had grabbed yesterday. Gigi was keeping a few feet of space between the two of them in the hopes that it wouldn’t seem like they were hanging out but Crystal’s outstretched arm offering her pieces of candy destroyed the illusion. Gigi begrudgingly took the piece of candy and inspected the label.

“I don’t know. Tell the others and wait for them to come up with a plan instead?” Crystal let out a laugh. “…What flavor is duranzo?”

“Peach? Ooooor maybe orange? I don’t know, my mom never actually taught me Spanish. I just know that brand’s like, good fruity taffy things.”

“Oh, can’t then.” Gigi handed the piece back to her.

“How come?”

“Does it matter? We’re trying to find a missing girl; are we close to Widow’s dorm yet?”

“Yeah! It’s just a little farther ahead!” Crystal powerwalked down the hall until she arrived at her friend’s dorm, her curled hand raised to knock before she stopped. There was a whisper behind the door, she heard it but couldn’t make out any details, and she waited a moment for the voice to speak again but nothing else came. Gigi had caught up to her so Crystal finally knocked.

“Widow, are you thereee?”

There was a faint sound of shuffling before the door opened and a sudden chill took both girls by surprise. At first the door only cracked open, Crystal leaned to the side to flash a smile and the door opened wider, revealing Widow to be thankfully not missing. There were dark circles under her eyes but she somewhat returned the smile before she spotted Gigi, her brows knitted together.

“Since when do you two hang out? Whatever- what do you want?”

“Since now, sort of.” Gigi interjected.

“I wanna know what’s been bothering you! A lot of weird stuff’s been going on and I’m worried about you.”

Widow let out a quiet, wheezy chuckle and shook her head.

“What’s so funny?”

“Well, for starter’s you brought someone neither of us know basically at all to have a serious conversation.”

“We can talk in private if you want, can I come in?”

Widow looked back into her dorm and then to Crystal. “…Now’s not a great time for that.”

“Why, who were you talking to in there?”

Widow opened her mouth but closed it without saying a word. Her eyes narrowed inquisitively and she looked over Crystal’s face like she was trying to find something. “You wanna know what my problem is? This damn school. The same walls, the same people, the same shit every god damn day, it can drive a bitch crazy and this place is damn good at it. Trying to make sense of it is a complete mess.”

“Maybe it’s a mess because you’re trying to do it all yourself?”

“…Fine.” It was only one word and yet it made Crystal’s face light up. “I’ll tell you because I know you won’t judge me if I tell you but I don’t know Gigi like that. Not here though, the walls have got ears or something, just meet me in town this weekend, okay?”

“I can’t believe we haven’t found a single witness. It’s not like she could jump through space.” Jackie said as she wrote another name down on the list. They knew the walk around the school was unlikely to turn up any tangible clues but both girls had expected to find some students that would be able to provide useful information. Jackie had been able to gleam was that Jan had now missed two full days of class without anyone seeing head or tails of her but that was about it.

They made their way back to the school’s entrance, curious if Crystal and Gigi had better luck then them. Standing in the doorway was Vice Principal Visage, they passed by her without paying her any mind only for her to stop them.

“Jaida, Jackie, will you both come with me?” She phrased it like she was asking but the both knew they had no option.

“What did we do?” Jackie asked but Miss Visage didn’t answer, only spinning on her heels and beckoning them after her, keeping them in silent suspense as they made their way to the principal’s office. Jackie gulped and held her notebook close her chest.

Crystal and Gigi sat on chairs outside of the headmaster’s office and got onto their feet upon seeing Miss Visage. She opened the door to the headmaster’s office without knocking and poked her head in. “The girls are here.”

“Send them in.” Miss Visage swung the door open and ushered them inside. At his desk was the headmaster, Rupaul, his fingers steepled together. There were only two chairs in front of his desk and the girls weren’t sure which two of them ought to sit down, or if they even should sit.

“I’ve been hearing that you four have been really on edge recently, care to tell me what’s this all about?”

There was a beat of silence before all of them but Gigi stumbled over each other trying to explain. The headmaster put his hand up to silence them and then gestured to Jackie to go first.

“Sir, last week Nicky stopped showing up to classes and now Jan’s missed two days’ worth of classes. Both of them were acting out of character before then and, well, we’re concerned that something might have happened!”

The headmaster didn’t respond right away, instead twisting his fingers together. Finally, he stood up and turned to the cabinets behind him, patiently going through them until he deposited two files onto his desk and sat back down, pressing his hand down on top of the manila folders.

“Giving out student information to anyone outside of their immediate families is a violation of student privacy…” A small, reassuring smile formed on his face. “-so, this doesn’t leave this office. Let’s see…” He picked up the first folder and looked through it. “Ah, Nicky. I’m sure you’re aware that most of her family still lives in France, her sister is getting married and from the sound of it, Nicky was left out on a lot of the planning. She left on a flight last Thursday for the wedding but between you and me, I think her parents are letting her skip more class than necessary, and she’s scheduled to return by the time class starts up after the break. Going to be interesting to see how she catches up on all her missed work.

Now Jan, Jan had been coming in to see the counselor a few times. Juggling grades with extracurriculars and her social life got overwhelming I suppose. One of the campus security guards caught her trying to leave campus without permission and we contacted her parents. After a long discussion they decided to have Jan sent home, now they’re trying to decide if returning to school is still the right choice for Jan, unfortunately, we’re expecting their final answer sometime during the break.”

“But- that doesn’t sound like the Jan I know!”

The headmaster hummed and nodded, putting the folders back in their places. “Do you girls know why you’re here?”

“In the office?”

“At this school.”

“Be…cause you don’t charge tuition?” Gigi replied dryly with a raised eyebrow.

“Because we saw something great in each and every one of you. The girls at this school aren’t here because they have the highest test scores or because their parents shelled out a lot of money to put them here, they’re here because each of them has the potential to do something amazing in whatever field they choose. That’s why we try to keep the school’s cost as low as possible, so that girls who otherwise wouldn’t have a chance can have this opportunity. This school is hard, you knew that when you applied but the sad truth is that not everyone can handle it.

All those voices in your head that tell you ‘you can’t do this’ and ‘you should quit’ that’s your inner saboteur trying to tear you down. Your job is to quiet those voices but some girls can do it better than other. If you ask me, you four need to worry about yourselves. In a matter of days, you’ve managed to make yourselves completely paranoid. Put down the magnifying glasses and go do something you enjoy! Like you, Crystal, I know you’re an artist. I’m going to challenge you to put all that creativity onto a canvas. This goes to all of you, I want you to find an outlet for all this negativity because what you’re doing now isn’t helping. Okay? Now get out there, go learn something, kiddos.”

The four girls were released back into the hall where they found themselves rooted in thought.

“So that’s it?” Gigi was the one who broke the silence. “We worked ourselves up over nothing? Two days of anxiety and work that we didn’t have to put ourselves through?”

“Maybe we all just wanted there to be a mystery that we filled in the blanks?” Jackie conceded. She feathered through the pages of her book until she found her page of notes. It felt absurd now, childish even.

“Look, child, maybe we did go off the rails but-! If something had happened, we would have been on top of everything. Of course, now we’re getting court marshalled to find hobbies but you know.” Jaida’s lips pulled into a smile and she laughed but no one really joined in.

“Guess we’re done then. No more of-“ Gigi gestures vaguely to the group. “-whatever this is. We can go back to our normal social circles now.” It was an odd realization, none of the girls had ever hung out with one another and yet they fell so quickly into a groove for the sake of a mystery. Now that the mystery was gone there was nothing to keep them together anymore. An awkwardness settled between them like the strangers they were until it was so heavy that they were repelled to their separate directions.

Crystal had remained quiet through out the dissolving of the group, even if they were wrong about Nicky and Jan, Widow still had something going on and Crystal was going to talk to her friend about it. As she took her leave, Crystal heard a hushed murmur and stopped, looking back over her shoulder at the other girls but they were already out of earshot with no one else in the hall.

#rpdr fanfiction #jackie cox #gigi goode #crystal methyd #jaida essence hall #mystery #high school au #group fic #there's no one there #marmalade #concrit welcome #submission #s12

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