#i swear this made me smile so much heheh | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

ikeuverse · 4 days

Text

MR. FUNNY GUY — l.heeseung

PAIRING: heeseung x fem!reader GENRES: fluff, humor WC: 3.8k+

WARNINGS: a few swear words, mentions of alcohol. yeji, sunghoon's sister, is portrayed in this fic as being of age, because there is a part that insinuates that she has been drinking.

NOTES: this came to me as a totally random thought and made me want to write it, without pretension. yes, konon is written as jake's girlfriend just because i wanted something totally different, and i've never seen anyone put her as the girlfriend of any of the boys. idk, nothing special, hehehe. i hope you like it!

masterlist

Every group of friends consists of having outstanding personalities or a representative for each thing among them. Heeseung could be the personification of the funny kid.

He had always been in charge of making the best jokes and making everyone laugh ever since he met his friends at the end of high school and the beginning of university. With Heeseung around, it was as if there was no sadness at all.

Even his attitude was that of a big, awkward, funny guy, which gave him even more credit for his antics.

Heeseung was responsible for making Jake stop crying when he got his first low grade in calculus at university. Not even his girlfriend was able to cheer him up, but Heeseung trying to prepare a smoothie and forgot to close the lid of the blender, causing all the fruit and mixtures to fly around the kitchen... Oh, that got a good laugh out of Jake. And a few curses from Jay, for sure.

Heeseung was also responsible for making Sunghoon and Yeji cry with laughter a week after their puppy went missing. She was crying and he said he would help his friends find her, even if their hopes were slim. Heeseung did find her, but that didn't stop him from coming back all wet and with mud all over his shorts because the dog had wandered into a garden and he ran with his life to rescue her. Telling that story out loud made it all worthwhile in the end.

What Heeseung never managed was to get many smiles out of you, Yeji's best friend. It wasn't as if you and she joined Sunghoon's group of friends very often, but when you did, you were the only one who stayed quietly in the corner of the room and didn't crack a smile when he made a joke.

At first, it didn't make much difference to him, not least because you only appeared occasionally and Heeseung only found out about you sometime later. Because you really were so quiet that you seemed almost invisible. But as time went by and Yeji attended more and more of the boys' meetings – even more so after she and you made friends with Jake's girlfriend – Heeseung didn't want to admit it, but he started to feel a bit insulted.

Why weren't you laughing at his jokes? Why didn't you crack a single smile at his antics in front of his friends? You were supposed to hate him, in Heeseung's mind. That was the only explanation for why he never saw a single curved movement of your lips.

"Relax, man" Sunghoon said one night when the two of them were in the kitchen preparing the popcorn for the movie. "Yeji said that Y/n is like that, very closed," he took a larger bowl to pour the contents into, placing it next to another in case he needed a spare. "She took a while to open up to the girls, so maybe it's nothing personal."

So it would seem. Heeseung thought, rolling his eyes as he tried to forget about it and focus on the movie night they all had together.

A whole month passed and he tried not to focus on the thought that you didn't like him, because if that were the case, Heeseung would have gotten there first. He knew everyone there before you did, so if you didn't like him, you might as well not hang out with them anymore and just be friends with Yeji and Jake's girlfriend.

But no, that night what he wanted to happen happened. And without expecting much, without creating any expectations that you would smile at him.

"What are you three doing?" Sunghoon approached and ruffled Yeji's hair, hearing his little sister grumble and curse him for it.

"Trying to make sushi at home" she huffed "But Konon's the only one who can, and she gives the hardest tasks to me and Y/n to do."

"Come on, I think we're doing fine," you said, avoiding looking at Konon because you knew she was laughing at the two of you.

You held up a hot roll you had just rolled, hoping it wouldn't fall out of your hand and spill all the rice. Your eyes met Sunghoon's and then looked at Heeseung, who was standing in the kitchen doorway.

"You're doing a great job," Sunghoon complimented.

"Yeah, long and crooked... Looks like Sunghoon" Heeseung pointed to the hotroll in his hand, and he almost shouted when he heard the sound of your laughter.

It wasn't possible what Heeseung's eyes were seeing at that moment. You. Laughing and then smiling at him... Did that really happen?

Sunghoon abruptly turned to Heeseung as if he was thinking the same thing. Of course, he and the boys were the only ones to hear Heeseung's lament that you never smiled at anything he did. But now it had just happened.

And he wasn't sure if he wanted to see it again, because strangely Heeseung's heart was pumping in a way that he wasn't happy about. Not to mention the fact that, apart from thinking about your smile and the sound of your laugh for weeks, the boy wasn't proud to say that he had dreamt about it.

Was it stupid to say that he had actually dreamed of your smile? Shit, that couldn't be possible.

"Heeseung!" Jake shouted to get his friend's attention, snapping his fingers in front of his face.

"Fuck, what a fright" Heeseung wriggled in his chair "What's wrong?"

"I've been calling you for about five minutes, what world were you in?"

"In the world where Y/n keeps smiling at him" Sunghoon hummed.

Fucking bastard... How did Sunghoon have to be so direct like that? All right, his friends knew and couldn't stand to hear Heeseung fantasize about it for weeks, but hearing it out loud from someone else made him feel like a bit of an idiot.

"In my defense, I'm still in shock about this" he tried to say, hearing Jay's laughter from across the room.

"Still? How long has it been... like, three weeks? A month?" he asked, already knowing the answer. If Heeseung were to count, it had been a month and a few days, because every month the girls tried to make a different food. And he distinctly remembers his skills – not unlike Konon's – in rolling the seaweed into sushi.

"Do you like her?" Jake sprawled further back on the sofa, almost throwing his legs over Heeseung's lap. Sunghoon was sitting on the floor staring at the TV while the movie was still playing.

"What? No" he said too quickly, regretting it the moment all the boys' eyes landed on him.

"Dude, you literally went to great lengths just to make her laugh for you" Jay got up from his chair to walk over to Sunghoon and sit down next to him on the floor.

"And when that happened, you didn't stop talking about it the whole time," Jake added.

"I said you could all make me stop talking—"

"We don't want to, it's cute" Sunghoon smiled "Besides I think it happened a few more times after sushi night."

"What?" it was Heeseung's turn to shout, startling Jake who was cursing at him quietly as he curled up on the sofa.

At that moment Heeseung was standing in the living room, pacing back and forth near the TV and watching his friends with mixed feelings. Jake was still recovering from his shock, Sunghoon was pressing his lips together, feeling guilty for saying it just then. While Jay held in his laughter and closed his eyes to wait for the conversation to unfold.

"You're just telling me about this now? Fuck Sunghoon, what do you mean?"

"Dude, I'm sorry" he said, "It's just that you got so excited about it that if I told you she smiled a few more times, you might explode."

"I'm exploding right now" from the coloring of his face, it could be possible.

What do you mean you smiled at Heeseung or something related to him and Sunghoon didn't say anything at all? Now he wanted to know, what was the occasion? Had he done something funny, said something at the wrong time, or made a joke? Or did you genuinely smile just because he was around? What had been the circumstance in which you smiled at him?

"All your gears are turning at the moment and I think it's my fault" Sunghoon got up from the floor, straightening his pants and then sighing, "But she smiled at times when you weren't looking."

"Why?"

"Look, I know your mind because I've lived with you for years, but I have no idea what she was thinking about it" Sunghoon's words had a unique effect on Heeseung. He was even more pensive.

"Yeah, he's right," Jake said.

"You too..." Heeseung then turned to Jay.

"Dude, we talked about this for hours and worked it out together," he defended himself, cringing when the other threatened to approach.

"Hey, calm down!" Sunghoon held him by the shoulders even though he knew his friend would do absolutely nothing to any of the three "Now that you know, you can do something about it."

"Yes, kill the three of you."

"Or talk to her and ask why" Jake shrugged and stood up, giving his best smile in response "Now how about we order something to eat? I'm starving."

"No, no more drinks for you today, young lady" Sunghoon snatched the glass from Yeji's hand, listening to his sister's protests even though she was already a little upset.

"But hey, we're celebrating" she tried to catch it, but to no avail, her older brother was taller and would surely use that to his advantage.

"Celebrating what? The loss of your liver?" Heeseung looked around at the number of glasses on the kitchen counter.

He sighed as he imagined that the owner of that house would have an extremely difficult time cleaning up, but his thoughts were soon cut loose by the sound of laughter that flooded the room. His body went still and his eyes widened at the sight of your standing in front of the kitchen door.

"Hey, Heeseung, you look like you've seen a haunting" you waved at him, smiling briefly and then turning your eyes back to the Park siblings.

"He just heard something" Sunghoon added.

Not knowing what it was, you didn't bother asking him and just walked into the kitchen where the three of them were still standing.

"What's going on?" you asked.

"Yeji's already drunk, so let's go home."

"But she's celebrating," you pouted "It's not every day you get an A in Professor Choi's class."

"The worst professor at that university" Yeji picked up a glass to raise and pretend to toast, then put it back on the counter.

"But you've had enough, so I think you'd better go home" he looked at his sister and then at you "Has Jake taken Konon yet?"

"They just got home, Jay told me as soon as I came into the kitchen" you looked around for something to drink "And you two, what are you doing here?"

Sunghoon had gone after Yeji before he left and Heeseung had been in charge of looking for you, so the two of them could take you home safe and sound. But he didn't want to say that out loud.

"We came after you two," Sunghoon replied.

"Okay, let's go" Yeji whined "I won't be able to finish my drink anyway."

"Not even if we just have one more beer? It'll be quick and—"

"Nope" Heeseung stood in front of you when you threatened to approach the fridge. Looking up thanks to his height, this was the closest he had come to you since you two met.

It might have been the effect of the drink or the moment itself, but he looked glistening and that had – strangely – made your heart flutter.

Blame the drink, blame the drink, please.

"Come on Y/n, these two dullards don't know what fun is" Yeji pushed past Heeseung, ignoring his protests as she grabbed you by the arm and pulled you out of the kitchen.

"That's it man, a few more moves and you two would be kissing in this kitchen" Sunghoon held Heeseung by the shoulders without missing an opportunity to tease him.

He acted on instinct to stand in front of you so that you wouldn't advance into the kitchen, right? He also ignored the distance between the two of you because he miscalculated his steps and Sunghoon was right to say how close you and Heeseung were. But those thoughts had to be pushed aside as quickly as possible.

And that happened when Jay's voice echoed in Heeseung's ears, standing next to his friend's car.

"Can you take Y/n home?" he asked. Heeseung didn't want to show his shock, but the orbs almost popping out in the expression that caught him off guard made Jay laugh right away "I've had a few drinks and I certainly won't be able to drive."

"But—"

"Take her and come back for me" Jay handed Heeseung the keys to his car.

"Why don't you just go along? I can drop you home later."

"Because I'm not finished here yet" Jay's lips protruded forward in a pout, he took a few steps away from Heeseung, nodding and smiling at his friend "And I don't want to witness anything pornographic in my car. Unless I'm the one doing it," he shouted the last part and Heeseung turned sharply in the direction you were with the Park siblings.

He would have given anything at that moment for you to be so drunk that you hadn't heard any of the shit Jay had said so far.

"Where's Jongseong going?" Yeji asked when he saw the boy disappearing among some people in the garden of the house.

"He said he didn't finish whatever it is in there" Heeseung sighed "Come on Y/n, I'll take you home."

None of you missed the mischievous giggle that escaped from Yeji, soon to be joined by Sunghoon. Heeseung knew very well about his friend, but why did his little sister even seem to be complicit?

"Do you know where I live?" you asked so naturally that Heeseung had forgotten how serious you were whenever you were around him.

"No, but you can tell me while we go in Jay's car," he said, and you just agreed and let him guide you to the vehicle. Neither of you cared what the Park siblings said as you and Heeseung walked to Jay's car. He showed himself to be a tremendous gentleman by opening the door for you and checking that everything was okay until you buckled your seatbelt so he could close the door and turn the car around.

"Can we go?" he asked and you nodded, giving Heeseung the coordinates so he could get to your house.

For Heeseung, the silence was necessary while he reorganized his thoughts because, for the first time, he was in a place alone with you. That had never happened since the two of you met.

Now for you, the silence was agonizing because it made you think and observe. To think about how hard you'd tried to get away from that man next to you and to observe how well he drove. His hands firmly gripping the leather of the steering wheel, his long fingers drumming now and then when they stopped at a traffic light or how agile his hand was at holding the gearshift. You also found yourself swallowing when his hand accidentally hit your leg when changing gears. He wasn't doing it on purpose, you knew that, but it was inevitable not to smile quickly.

"We're here" he was the first to break the silence, indicating that he had followed your coordinates very well, and now the two of you were parked inside Jay's car and in front of your apartment complex.

You looked out of the window, a sigh escaping your lips as you looked back at the boy in the car sitting next to you.

"Thanks, Heeseung" you said sincerely, opening a smile when his eyes met yours. Heeseung smiled too, but he didn't look so happy about it. He seemed... Annoyed?

"Can I ask you something, Y/n?" he said just like that, not even bothering to respond to your thanks. But you didn't mind either, after all, your sobriety was starting to kick in, but even so, your alcohol-addled body made you more curious than usual.

"Anything," you said.

It took him a while to formulate that question, pondering whether he should really ask it or just let it go and get on with his life as if it didn't affect him. But it certainly did. Heeseung knew why he had dreamt it, he had to ask.

"Why haven't you ever smiled at me?" might seem like a silly question from the outside, or even sad if the person was as sentimental as Heeseung.

At first, your eyebrows drew together in surprise. But then everything relaxed and you unbuckled your belt to turn around and face the boy.

"What do you mean?"

Heeseung repeated your gesture a few seconds later, unbuckling his belt and turning to face you too.

"I mean, ever since we met you've never smiled at anything I've done," he shrugged, trying to sound firm in his words, not wanting to waver or show how ridiculous it might seem "Surely Yeji has already let it slip that I'm the clown of the group and, I don't know, you're the only person who's never given me a single smile."

"Does that bother you?"

No. He should answer, to appear tougher.

"Yes, a little" Heeseung didn't want to follow his thoughts, he wanted to act on the emotion of the moment "I thought you didn't like me or, at worst, thought I was so dull that you begged the girls to get away every time we met in a group."

He was being so honest with you, opening up so genuinely that you felt a little bad. Maybe your way of acting on everything you'd heard hadn't been nice, you might have been a bit extreme with it.

"I'm sorry" was all you managed to say, without knowing exactly why you were apologizing. Whether it was for your reaction or for never getting to Heeseung and wanting to get to know him.

"Why?" he asked.

You didn't want him to ask, so you wouldn't have to explain yourself, you'd get out of the car and drive away. But Heeseung's sparkling eyes seemed to call out to you every second, guiding you to him as if you belonged there, staring at him as the words came freely out of his mouth.

"We have a group of friends at college and certainly Yeji's brother and his friends are sometimes a topic," your gaze quickly shifted to the window behind Heeseung. Anything being more interesting than his eyes paying attention to you right now "I once commented that... Well..."

"Say, it's okay," he tried to encourage you and you looked back at him, could blame it on the drink if something got out of hand, and would say the next day that you didn't remember anything you were saying. Even though by then your sobriety had reached more than half of your body.

"I told I thought you were very handsome" you nibbled your lower lip and continued, not even giving Heeseung time to process the information "A friend of ours said that you were not only handsome but funny, but that was a danger."

"What? Why?" he tried to shake off the tingling feeling in his chest and his cheeks heating up at the confession. So you thought he was handsome from the start.

"Have you ever heard of the theory of the funny boy being a danger?" you crossed your arms and snorted when Heeseung denied it with a nod "He'll make you laugh so much, you'll laugh. Laugh and laugh until you're naked in his bed."

It was his turn to laugh, hiding his face with his hands and messing up his hair.

"Shut up, don't laugh," you groaned in frustration, uncrossing your arms and trying to push his hand away from your face. The contact was electrifying, even if it only lasted a few seconds. Heeseung uncovered his face and looked at you.

"So Yeji's friend said that about me, and you believed it?" Heeseung wanted to sound confident as he raised an eyebrow, even though, if he had to get out of that car, his legs would be as soft as jelly.

"Well..." a few seconds passed and you sighed, "I avoided contact so I wouldn't have to believe it. I don't know, preserve myself as much as possible since you seem to be well known at the university."

"So you didn't want to smile at me because you thought you'd end up in my bed?" Heeseung leaned forward a little, looking a little defiant. You leaned forward too, your hands resting on your lap.

"You make all the girls smile, what difference would it make if I smiled at you?"

Don't be so honest, Heeseung thought to himself, but it was already done when he launched into it.

"Maybe because your smile is beautiful and when that happened on sushi night, I ended up dreaming for a long time."

"What? Did you dream about my smile?" you almost shouted in the car.

"Too many questions for one night, don't you think?" Heeseung pretended to shake himself, looking for the car keys that he hadn't even taken out of the ignition. Turning on the air conditioning might be a good idea since neither of you made any mention of leaving.

"Too many confessions for one night" you leaned back in your seat.

"I think we're going to need a few more nights for you to tell me more" he also leaned back in his seat, but his head remained turned in your direction.

"Are you asking me out on a date?"

"Would you?" he asked back, a stupid – but extremely beautiful – smile adorning his lips as he said again, "I want to prove that friend of yours completely wrong."

"I'd love that, then" to his surprise, asking you out had been completely light-hearted. He didn't feel like throwing up or running away, or even saying something silly, stuttering... Nothing. Heeseung was just himself as he watched you bend down to him and brush your lips against the corner of his.

From the way Heeseung's head was tilted, giving indications that he wasn't going to move, you purposely kissed him on the corner of the lips, pulling away before he made any risky moves.

"I'm waiting for a message from you so we can make an appointment, mr. funny man."

You winked at him, watching as the tip of Heeseung's tongue traced the exact spot where your lips touched the corner of his. The smile never left him as he watched you open the door, wave, and close it to leave.

A smile had never left Lee Heeseung like that.

#enhypen fluff #heeseung fluff #enhypen #enhypen heeseung #heeseung #lee heeseung #enhypen au #heeseung x reader #enhypen x reader #enhypen masterlist #lee heeseung fluff #heeseung fanfics #lee heeseung x reader #heeseung imagines

343 notes · View notes

silentium-symphony · 4 months

Text

So This is... Lust (Link x Reader) SMUT

(a/n) ya'll, i finally finished it ToT i'm so sorry for the wait, but it's finally here now! i had so much fun writing this!

i took a look at my schedule for next semester and i have *a lot* of free time, so hopefully that'll mean more time to write and, in extension, finally open up my inbox for requests!!! i've never done requests before at least on this account because i was always so busy. i'm not too sure how much time my new research position will take up (i was told it would be time-consuming, but i'm not sure how time-consuming), so i'll keep you guys updated!

as always, i hope you enjoy this ~steamy~ oneshot! and remember: if you are a minor, do not interact.

cw: afab!retainer!reader, reader wears a dress, link masturbating to the thought of you :), mentioned reader masturbation (like one line), cunnilingus, missionary, mentioned doggy, overstimulation, tried to make link a soft dom heheh, swearing, dirty talk, dumbification, fingering

wc: 6.5k

♤♢ ~~ ♡♧

"(F/N)?" Zelda slinked her back against her chair, sinking into the worn, plush cushion that coddled her stiff vertebrae.

"Yes, Your Highness?"

"Please prepare the horses... We're going to take a little walk." She pinched the bridge of her scrunched nose. "If I am to look at these documents a moment longer, I believe my head will explode."

"But Your Highness, Link should be coming any minute now. We must discuss the security details for the upcoming ball." Your usually terse expression softened at the royal's groan. "But we can go out afterwards.”

"Yes, you're right... Apologies (F/N), I completely forgot about that meeting. Will anyone else be coming?"

"No, Your Highness. It will just be—“

Knock knock knock!

"Ah! Perfect timing." Zelda tapped a thick, disheveled pile of documents against her desk into a more manageable bundle. "Come in!"

The brass doorknob shifted slightly and clicked open, revealing Hyrule's most renowned knight. A pair of cobalt eyes went from you to the Princess and he bowed wordlessly.

"Link. Thank you for—“

A loud bang, then wood stuttering against stone, quickly followed by the airy splish of dozens of documents fluttering to the ground. You dove across the desk, grasping a few documents you were lucky enough to catch and watched the rest pool by the table’s legs.

"Oh Hylia—!”

"Your Highness! Are you okay?!" Your hand flew to the staggering princess, documents be damned; Link sprung to Zelda’s side and placed a restful hand on her shoulder.

"I-I'm fine, really...” She muttered, rubbing her sore knee. “Goodness, I'm so sorry for the mess. Let me clea—“

"Absolutely not, Your Highness. I’ll take care of it." You cut, already circling the desk and shuffling the disarrayed documents on the floor. Link joined you on his hands and knees, carefully scooping up piles of paper onto the desk and into your arms. A jolt of electricity shot through your heart as you felt worn leather chafe against your skin. You turned away, 'looking' for other scattered documents, and coughed out,

"Thank you Link, but please don't worry. I can take care of this."

A determined look gripped his features as he stared and shook his head. Without uttering another word, Link once again began gathering the parchment. A soft sigh left you, and an even softer smile graced your lips.

"Can you hand me that document, please? I think these go together... Oh, and... these have matching headings, so I'll take that and you can have those..."

Even in her mildly frazzled state, Zelda wasn't blind to the faint red that whispered the surface of your cheeks when Link got a little too close, or the shifty flash of Link's blues whenever your fingers 'accidentally' grazed his. As much as she wanted to jump in and rectify the mess she made, maybe... She should sit this one out. Enjoy the show. Or better yet... Hm... When was the last time you and Link had a day off?

In no time at all, all correspondence was off the floor and either in your arms or on the desk. Your fingers flew this way and that, reorienting texts right side up and shuffling this paper behind that, and this one goes over here, and wait… Shouldn’t these be bundled together?

"Once again, I apologize for the mess I had created. Thank you both for cleaning it up."

"No worries at all, Your Highness." You finally looked up and cast a warm smile at the knight. "Thank you for helping me, Link."

A bashful grin cracked the stoic man's lips and he awkwardly rocked his feet. All that extra motion certainly drew attention away from the fists tightening behind his back. Zelda cleared her throat and eyed some documents pertinent to the upcoming social.

"Right. Now that that's all settled, let's get down to business."

♤♢ ~~ ♡♧

"A-Ah... Mmph..."

The knight threw his head back, feeling his temples drum in time with his cock. Sweat dewed his ivory skin and his Adam's apple bobbed a name he dared not utter, lest someone discover the target of his hidden fantasies. A scene from earlier that day has been playing in his head on repeat, fueling the sensual fantasies that has drawn him awake past the midnight hours; his fist thumped faster against his thighs and his back careened toward the ceiling.

You—gorgeous, gorgeous you—bent over a desk grasping desperately for a document fluttering to the ground.

With slight modifications, of course. The hem of your dress pooled about your hips—hips he oh so desperately wished to sink his teeth and fingers in—your hands tied prettily against your lower back as he thrusts into you again and again, his fingers tenderly coaxing your feathery soft hair... But the best part? You looking back at him, tears stinging the corners of your eyes, and his name spilling out of those plump lips he yearned to taste.

He could hardly remember what the Princess had told him. Something about the security details for the upcoming ball, but Hylia only knew if he retained anything past that. All he could think of was you, you, you—the Princess's loyal, respectful, diligent, beautiful retainer. How he craved your presence! If only you knew how much he liked you! Oh, the things he dreamt of doing to you.

"Ngh... (F-F/N)...!"

♤♢ ~~ ♡♧

The garbled talk of Hyrule's high society bounced off the castle walls and the guards' helms, which flickered bright flashes of torchlight. A pair of cobalt eyes flitted about every corner of the room, filing away mental notes of the ball's invitees and the stream of people that flowed in and out of the ballroom. Link scooted along the wall—weaving around young, giggly wallflowers and decrepit, lonely barons in search of another wife—always making sure you the Princess stood in his line of sight.

After sending you away to drop off another gift at the crowded gift table, Zelda turned around with the polite smile most nobility had during these sizeable socials. She caught eyes with her loyal guard and slowly made her way over, skillfully avoiding conversation with the withdrawn, mysterious grace of a royal. Eventually, she found herself at the side of one of her most trusted confidantes.

"Link, I believe the next song shall be a waltz. Do you still remember how to dance?"

Link nodded dutifully, sensing an incoming question. Is Her Highness hinting that she wants him to ask her to dance...?

"If so, why not dance with (F/N)?"

Link, who happened to be swallowing his spit as she said that, hacked it all back up and proceeded to draw the most distressing and deprecating attention an introvert could draw to themselves in a single night. He turned to her, lovestruck panic evident in his eyes, and shook his head like a wet, storm-logged puppy.

"Now now, don't be shy! I'm sure she'd be happy to share a dance with you."

"Your Highness! There you are." A bright voice from yonder drew closer to the duo, and Link could feel himself shrinking. "I've been looking all over for you. Why are you all the way over here? Have you grown tired?"

The torpid, repetitive chords that most patrons had droned out this part in the night livened into a steady waltz. Link could feel Zelda's smirk and knowing gaze burn into the side of his head.

"I'm sorry for worrying you, but I assure you I'm fine. I just wanted to have a little chat with Link. But (F/N), you should dance! Enjoy yourself! You've been working far too hard these days."

"Thank you for your concern, but I would feel better if I were attending you."

"(F/N), don't be like that." She squeezed a gentle hand on your shoulder. "I'm saying this more as a friend than your queen. Please go have some fun. Maybe you'll meet your Prince Charming, just as you've always hoped you would.“

"Zel—Princess!" Your heart dropped to your stomach and a pair of hands immediately flew to cage Zelda's arms. "T-That was so long ago—I mean, I was only a little girl and—!"

A genuine, lighthearted laugh alighted your friend and she gazed at you with a sisterly fondness.

"Just teasing. It's always so fun to do so."

"Your Highness..." Your head hung as low as your spirits as you felt Zelda's frame shake from a stifled laughter.

"Your Highness?" All eyes turned to the clear, bold voice a few bodies past you. "Can I have this dance?"

The young suitor flashed a kind, dimpled beam as he held out a gloved hand to Zelda. The royal returned her own practiced, elegant smile and took his hand.

"I would be honored." She turned to you. "My apologies. I'm afraid I must go. But do have fun tonight, okay? You deserve it."

And with a swish of her gown, she was escorted through a parted sea of people to the middle of the dance floor. She locked eyes with you for a second, and cast a knowing tilt towards him.

You two were locked in a domain of stiff silence, both looking helplessly towards your mutual friend who had seemingly forgotten all about you. Link's timbers began shivering like no other as he replayed a thousand ways this night could go.

Freeing himself of his chains of self-doubt, he pushed himself off the wall and slowly made the short way over. Your heart had practically stopped pulsing while Link's was pounding away all breath from his lungs. He felt a sickly pallor drain his cheeks; he silently thanked the gods for the bright lights that filled his cheeks with artificial ruddiness.

"(F/N)...?" You turned, your thundering heart almost drowning out the Hero's squeak. "Can I have this dance?"

Pure, unadulterated sincerity crinkled Link's eyes, which held a certain life-like sheen typically absent for the soldier; for the briefest of moments, you felt that you were allowed a glimpse into his heart. Fighting the urge to scream 'til your lungs gave out was the understatement of the century as you dipped your fingers into his palm.

"I would be honored."

The small, anxious smile widened into one of pure delight as he led you further into the ballroom. He pulled you into the fringes of the waltzing couples and placed a steady palm close to your shoulder blades, inadvertently pressing you closer to him. Clothed fingers weaved through your own and pulled your hand away from your trembling frame. You could only hope he couldn't feel the aggressive thumping in your chest.

"Are you okay?" His voice rumbled in your ear.

"Y-Yes!" You blurted suddenly, your nerves not quite heeding your volume. You were practically melting from the stinging, judgemental stares thrown your way and you swallowed thickly.

"Yes, I'm okay. Thank you for your concern."

"We don't have to do this for very long if you don't want to." He muttered, his hand slipping to your waist as he dipped you. Your delusions led you to believe that his eyes lingered on your neck a moment too long... But surely your eyes were just playing tricks on you.

"It's just... Well, I'm rather nervous, so..."

You slowly turned your gaze upwards, peering through quivering lashes and fully expecting the knight's visage to be contorted in mockery; you were pleasantly surprised that his eyes held nothing but warmth for you.

"I understand." He effortlessly guided your next movements into a spin. "How can I help you feel more at ease?"

"Mm..." You unknowingly gave his shoulder a light squeeze, causing Link's heart to flutter. "Would it be all right if we talked some more?"

"Of course. What would you like to talk about?"

"Well... I've actually always wondered this, but have you always wanted to become a knight?"

"Hm... That's a good question." He chuckled, his hot breath tickling your cheekbones. "I wasn't particularly against it. As you may know, I come from a long line of knights, so it was only expected that I became a knight too."

"How did it feel when you found out you bore the legendary Triorce?"

"... Surreal." He concluded, a glimpse of wistfulness in his eyes. "My life hasn't been the same since."

"Oh... I'm sorry if this brought up difficult memories."

"Not at all!" His tired eyes snapped to life. "Yes, training became much harder after that and the pressures of the throne are very much there… But it wasn't all that bad. After all, I got to meet you—“

At the utterance of the last syllable, Link's face twisted into horror; not even the bright, warm lights could disguise his drained cheeks. You felt your entire face engulf in flames and screamed your heart out smiled shyly.

"That's... really sweet of you, Link. Thank you."

He cleared his throat and desperately wished for a Link-size hole to swallow him up this very second. Every gear in his brain cogged away as he chose his next words carefully.

"You and the Princess seem close."

"Yes..." A bittersweet comfort gripped your heart as deeply cherished memories flashed through your mind. "We were girls together."

"How long have you been her retainer?"

"Since we were very young. Like you, I come from a long line of individuals who serve the royal family and, well... Zel and I have been best friends for as long as I can remember."

"'Zel?'"

"O-Oh!" Panicked side glances jittered here and there; you let out a deep breath, thankful that no one heard your insubordinate casualness. "Please forgive me. That was a nickname I used to call Her Highness."

"No worries. I just... thought it was very cute."

The both of you were completely oblivious to the crimson that coated the other's cheeks—how could you be when your own face ran hotter than the lava at Death Mountain? You were startled out of your mushy haze with a bright, chime-like laugh.

"Her Highness was right. You are fun to tease."

Before you could retort some type of response, the ensemble played its final note. While all the other couples were separating and bowing to their dance partners, Link was quite slow to release you, and you were even slower to leave his arms.

"Thank you for the dance, Link. You are a wonderful dance partner."

"Likewise," he straightened his back, "I hope we can do this again."

♤♢ ~~ ♡♧

Gods, you wanted to go to bed.

Your nice, warm sheets were all you could think of as you clicked the door to the Princess's bed chambers shut. You threw your arms above your head and groaned out the tension that had carved its way into your joints.

Your feet automatically led you down the long winding corridor, past the soldier's quarters and towards your—

"Mm... F-Fuck..."

Wait a damn minute.

Your feet ceased their dragging as a voice that sounded eerily similar to a certain Hero echoed nearby. You gripped your chest, as if that would quiet the thundering pounding in your ears.

… Silence...

Were you losing your mind?

Chalking whatever... that was to your perverted imagination, you once again began your trek towards—

"Ah...!"

—Link's room wait since when did you start moving in this direction oh gods oh Hylia

"Mmph! Fuck- yes- hah..."

The noises were undoubtedly coming from his room, your ear pressed against the door confirmed that. Your hand flew to your mouth as your knees locked in place, your ears feasting listening to the sinful whimpers and pants of Hyrule's sword and shield. You were thrown into the deep end, drowning in a cacophony of your own thoughts.

What the fuck holy shit what the fuck holy shit what the fu Was he alone? Wait, but the bed squeaked just now, so does that mean he’s with someone? And if so, who? But if he's alone... Who could he be thinking of?

This was wrong. This was so, so wrong of you to be violating his privacy like this. You would be mortified to learn that someone was listening to you pleasuring yourself—everyone's entitled to have these moments to themselves. So why couldn't you just... walk away?

"Mm... Oh, (F/N)..."

... Huh?

“I need you I need you I need you…” He slurred with sloppy breaths. Shame swelled within you as a wet heat pooled between your legs and wickedly delightful thoughts ruminated in your mind. Your chest constricted, sensing the crossroads that would undoubtedly decide your future relations with your long-time crush; you toyed with either option as carefully as your lust-hazed brain would allow. With your heart mere moments away from seizing, you carefully lifted your hand, suddenly aware of every muscle needed to execute the simple motion.

Four docile raps lisped the wood. You froze, the veil of sensuality finally lifted from your senses as the gravity of the situation bucketed you like cold water. Oh gods, what have you done? Your heart raged against your ribcage and beckoned you to flee! Run! There’s still time, go!

A quiet click.

A pair of blown-out pupils amidst a thin strip of blue peered out at you.

“L-… Link?”

“… Yes?”

You listlessly felt yourself move forward; sex-clung darkness draped over your bodies as you pushed yourself through the door, slamming your lips against his in heated desperation. Link returned your fervor with a fluidity that made you wonder if he’s fantasized about this as much as you have. You cocked your heel against the door, shutting out all unwanted light to carry out your feral desires in the dark.

He pressed you against the thin slab of wood, rough hands claiming residence in the plush of your hips while his lips conveyed a primal urge to claim. You didn’t hesitate in welcoming his tongue, feeling the hot muscle drag against your bottom lip and wrapping itself with your own in a sloppy but passionate dance. Thick golden locks tangled your fingers and you pulled him closer, closer, closer until his muscly frame was melded into yours.

He departed from your lips and quickly found refuge in the crook of your neck. His hot breaths dragged across your flushed skin, sending an anticipatory chill down your spine as he speckled your softness with nips and butterfly kisses. Large hands explored what they could, never settling in one place for long while his lips began imprinting deeply-colored marks by the junction of your neck and shoulder. His grabs and kneads were desperate, as if he fully believed that at any moment you would depart from him forever, leaving him with a ghost of what could have been.

Your chest heaved into his. Colors you’ve never seen before danced before your eyelids in a pandemoniac parade while hellish flames seared through your core. Link lapped and kissed and teethed your neck, relishing in the bit-back mewls that occasionally leaked out of you. The moonbeams that had passed through the clouds applauded the red desire he worked into your skin and Link felt a surge of boldness rush through him. After speckling your rising and dipping chest with his spit, he dropped lower and lower.

The cold absence of his hands didn’t go unnoticed by you, and before you could process what was going on, the unfamiliar cold that whipped your exposed legs pinched a yelp out of you. In one smooth motion, the Hero of Hyrule was under your dress and kissing the pillowy softness of your thighs—as he always dreamt of doing—silently worshipping Hylia’s masterpiece.

And oh, how he worshipped you. How each fiery, wet kiss was a prayer of gratitude to the goddess for creating someone like you. How every bite, every mark he left you with was all in the name of you, his true deity, and your moans that served as his gospel. By the end of the night, he was determined to have you chanting his name like some mantra that would bind you two past a one night stand.

Your heart roared in your ears, anticipation for where his lips would fondle next nearly causing the overworked muscle to implode; your legs nearly gave out when you felt his teeth graze the edge of your drenched panties. The lace dragged and coiled into a thin strip as Link buried his face into your sex, relishing the ambrosia he was to partake in. Before that though, his lips traced a languid line to your hips, which was promptly suckled and bitten with the gentleness of a doe. His fingers hooked themselves under your panties and, with painfully slow movements, dragged the nuisance down your hips, your thighs, and finally, the ground. With all obstacles out of the way, Link turned his attention back to your throbbing lips, licking his own with the hunger of a starved animal.

He wasted no time in burrowing himself into you, tonguing and lapping the juices that have dared to slip out and refusing to waste a single drop. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he completely lost himself in you, rubbing tight circles into your clit with his thumb while drinking up whatever you could give him with his mouth. You bunched the noisome fabric about your waist, desperate to sink your fingers into his hair. He chuckled at your slightly buckling knees, and a wonderful idea flashed through his head.

He threw one of your legs atop his shoulder, and his heart nearly gave out from the sheer joy of seeing you spread like this. The new position allowed him deeper access into you, and a lone finger soon replaced his tongue’s sinful ministrations as the latter wrapped and toyed with your puffed-up bud. A full moan lapsed out of you in earnest and you unknowingly tightened around his digit. Link’s cock tented painfully against his pants, but he was set on having you cumming all over his face before he even thought about touching himself.

One of your hands anchored itself in his hair, knotting his disheveled locks into messy bunches that only grew wilder the faster he went. Uneven, haggard breaths and pleas for more echoed off his walls and Link had never been more pleased to carry out a request. His fingers and tongue would take turns wrecking you, never giving your poor clit and drenched entrance a break as he tongue-fucked and fingered you closer and closer to blissful oblivion. Link knew the milky white end was in sight, and he eagerly pressed his tongue flat against your cunt.

“Cum for me… Fuck, give it to me. I need you to cum in my mouth…”

His filthy request buzzed mind-shattering tingles to the deepest parts of your core, finally tipping you over the edge. You fell from a high you’ve never experienced before and your orgasm was borderline violent. A silent scream left your gaped mouth and you collapsed, panting, quivering. Link’s heart and ego swelled at your blissed out face as he leisurely wiped the juices dribbling down his chin. He scooted closer to you and pressed a deep kiss against your lips, leaving traces of you in your mouth. He pulled away with a pop, a smile, and an effortless huff as he carried you to his bed.

You were still fighting to regain some semblance of normal breathing when he set you down on his sheets. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead and pulled away, taking a moment to relish in how you looked in your sensual vulnerability. His pulse quickened and his pants tightened further, eager for release, but Link was patient. He waited for your breathing to slow, caressing your cheeks and cooing praises into your ears. His tenderness was enough to almost lull you to sleep.

“(F/N)…” Adoration dripped from his tone. “Can we go further?”

You opened your eyes slightly and practically melted from the gentleness in his voice and the care in his eyes. With a soft, albeit tired smile, you nodded and traced small circles into his cheek. Puppy-like enthusiasm exuded off him and he kissed the tip of your nose, plucking a small giggle out of you.

“Just relax… I’ll take care of you.”

He worked the hem of your dress into a bulky bunch by your hips before throwing the whole thing over your head and gently discarding it on the floor. A soft, wonder-filled smile cracked his lips as he drank in all of you.

“You look beautiful… You are beautiful…” He murmured to the air, voicing his most private thoughts aloud. A slightly pruned finger traced down your sides. A shiver ran through your body and his name whimpered out of your mouth.

“Say it again.” He breathed shakily. “My name. Say it again.”

“Link…” You flushed under his piercing gaze. His expression flickered darkly for just a moment before his eyes crinkled warmly.

“You have the prettiest voice, you know that?” He nuzzled into your neck. “I can listen to you for hours.”

“Link…” You cradled his face in your palms. “You don’t… have to hold back. I’ll let you know if anything hurts.”

His eyes widened before a small chuckle left him.

“We’ll get there eventually, I promise. For now though…” His lips coupled with yours in tender obsession. “I want to make you feel good tonight.”

While his lips reunited with your own, his fingertip traced lazy patterns from your chest, down to your stomach with swirly circles, and finally in between your legs. He moved his hands with battle-hardened precision, skirting around your still-pulsing clit, being extra careful not to overstimulate you yet. The simple trail coaxed the neediest whine out of you and you jutted your hips up and down, side to side. You could feel him smile into the kiss.

“Eager, are we?” He purred, skimming the surface of his lips on your cheek before redirecting his efforts towards your nipples.

"Gods, look at you... You're so beautiful all spread out like this, just for me." His tongue swirled and sucked the perked bud while your other nipple rolled in between his thumb and index. He dragged the tip of his tongue from one nipple to the other, repeating the process again and again until he was satisfied with the glistening rawness. A long moan, honeyed with need and fringed with desire, escaped you as your back arched in toe-curling pleasure.

His fingers hastened their movements, circling the hardened pearl with calloused finger pads and teasing your slit, sometimes dipping the beginnings of a finger past its entrance. But it was never enough. Never, ever enough. Your pleas and cries and begging only sent Link further down this power trip, molding your sex-steeped senses however he wanted until you were a sobbing, hiccuping mess.

“Please Link…” You sputtered in between sobs, the knot in your gut constricting and loosening in sync with his tease. “I need you inside, please, please, please…”

“Shh…” He murmured, silencing your chants with a soft kiss. “Patience.”

“Link, please, I-I can’t—“

“Yes you can. Just a little more… Show me more of those lewd expressions.” A rough pinch on your clit scored a scream out of you and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “Good girl… So pretty for me. You’re all mine, aren’t you?”

“Yes! Gods, yes! I’m all yours Link, so please—“

Your voice sputtered to a stop, caught in edged ecstasy as the friction you had been craving for for the past Hylia-knows-how-long was suddenly served at blinding speeds.

“This is what you wanted, right?” He cooed, his chill tone contrasting the growing flush in his cheeks. You squirmed and writhed uselessly under him as your mind blanked and reeled from the sudden onslaught of pleasure.

“T-Too fa— Link, you’re—! I’m—!”

You were practically catapulted into your next orgasm, but despite your shaking release, Link never let up—in fact, he picked up his pace until veins marbled the surface of his arms. Another orgasm was ripped out of you, then another, and another, all while Link whispered,

"Oh, sweet girl, I know you can do it. I know you can cum one more time... Just one more, c'mon..."

Nothing else mattered to you at that moment. Nothing in the world could pull you out of the ecstasy Link had so readily given you. The only sensations you were capable of feeling were the coiling and spasming release of your gut as the man before you worked you into a mindless little thing. Link’s heart swelled at the fucked-out, dazed look on your face and he finally released his cock from its clothed prison.

"Do I have permission to fuck you senseless?" He husked into your ear, tending to his weeping cock with the residual slick left on his fingers. You nodded your head vigorously, dumbed down to your most base desires.

He slotted himself in between your legs, rubbing and dipping his tip a little bit past your entrance before his patience snapped in time with his hips. A gaspy whine rasped out of both of you, thickening to sweet, candied moans for more.

You were so tight… So warm... So wet… He closed his eyes and steadied his breathing—a concentrated attempt to not just immediately cum on the spot. Link stretching you out choked a groan out of you and your arms clung tightly about his neck, clawing desperate lines into his back.

"Gods, you feel so good... So tight for me... You're just made for me, aren't you? Made to take my cock..."

His fingers doled soft dips into your hips, coaxing the tight muscles into releasing their tension. All you could do was nod fervently, your voice too hoarse and mind too fogged to formulate any words. Link pervaded every single one of your thoughts, and all you could really muster was a gaze into his darkened blues, glazed over with lust. It took every ounce of mental fortitude to keep Link from pounding you into his bed; he softly kissed away the tears that threatened to spill.

"I'm gonna start moving now... Are you ready?"

A nod; Link positioned himself until your noses were almost touching, braced his hands on either side of your head, and slowly rocked his hips. The simple, fluid motion ellicited a moan out of the man and a whine out of you, electric pleasure shocking you to your core. His watchful gaze gauged your reactions, your comfort always at the forefront of his mind.

He flooded you with kisses and deluged your senses in heartfelt tenderness. Your head rolled into his arm, nuzzling him, and he smiled softly.

"You're so cute... My heart just explodes whenever I see you..."

"Liiink..." You reached up to caress his cheek. He pressed further into your hand before turning his head and kissing your fingers.

"You're perfect. Everything about you is gorgeous." He breathed, his hips slipping into a racy tempo. Your breasts pooled and trembled with each thrust, which didn't go unnoticed by the starved knight. Sounds of wet suckling filled his room, accompanied by your airy mewls and calls for his name.

"Say my name..." He growled into your chest, eyes flitting to look at you through quivering lashes. "Say it again."

"Link..." You squeaked, hiding the lower half of your burning face behind trembling hands.

"Louder." A hand clutched your wrists and dragged them down, fully exposing your slutty expressions to his hawkish eyes.

"Link...!"

"Louder." He scurried to the crook of your neck and bit down. "I want everyone in this castle to know who's fucking you breathless."

"L-Link!"

His pace quickened, the steady rhythm degenerating into wild pistoning. Shaky, uneven breaths stretched into high-pitched whimpers while his hand fondled your abused clit, repeating the circling motion that had you seeing stars several minutes (hours?) ago. His lips traced the shell of your ear, your jaw, down your neck, and finally your lips. Again and again, his mouth met yours in messy passion, each kiss more crazed than the last. He pulled away just enough to see your sloppy expressions, a thin strand of spit connecting your moistened tongues.

"Can you cum for me one more time? Just one more, I promise."

"I can't, I can't—Link, I'll die—“

"No you won't, love." He crooned. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, just in time to see stars exploding into a symphony of colors. "Just one more. I know you can do it."

Your face scrunched in response to the nearing summit, the precipice that you had been thrown over more times than you could count. You could feel your core spasming and knotting and folding in on itself; Link was totally immersed, body and soul, in your essence as he neared his own powerful climax.

"You're all mine." He panted, his hips accentuating each word with increasing ferocity. "Mine, mine, mine."

A tremor unlike anything you've ever felt before rattled your bones. A voice unrecognizable to you called for Link as you released all over his twitching cock and sheets. Your violent clenching rocketed Link to cloud nine, who pulled out just in time to cover you with thick, white ribbons. His warmth splattered onto your thighs, your stomach, your chest—all of which still tingled from his earlier acts.

His quaking frame crumbled, landing squarely on top of you. Your breaths hitched and mixed with each other, and a satiated silence enveloped the room. Once Link had mostly recovered, he heaved himself off of you and draped a lazy arm over your spent form.

"Are you okay?" He rasped, smoothing the sweaty nest that your hair had become. "Let me clean you up."

You tried to lift an arm—a finger even—to assure Link that you were okay but gods if you had to exert any more effort you were certain you would disintegrate. Link swung his legs over the bed, tripped into his boxers, and hobbled over to a pitcher sitting on his desk. The clear sounds of liquid life flowing into a bowl were like music to your ringing, pulsing ears.

In just a few moments he was by your side, bowl, towels, and cups in hand. You tried to sit up, but the bed stuck to your back like a bond that could not be broken. The rough cloth gingerly wiped away Link's earlier messes, and he dipped the other towel in the bowl before patting your face with the same degree of care. The cool water against your flushed skin sent pleasant jolts through your body.

"How are you feeling?" He asked again, pressing his palm into your cheek and pulling you up to drink. "Are you hurt anywhere? Was I too rough?"

You took the most refreshing swig of water in your life, feeling your parched throat soften enough for use.

"I'm okay, Link." You croaked at last. How long had it been since you last spoke coherent sentences? "Thank you for taking care of me."

"Of course." His warm smile alighted butterflies in your stomach; however, his features faltered slightly and his eyes turned downcast. "I, um..."

Quiet hesitance warbled his voice into a gut-wrenching tune; you gently cupped his hands, running your thumbs over each scar as you steadily held his gaze.

"I don't want this to be a one-time thing, I want..." He sucked in a quivering breath. "To be with you."

A kiss, soft and sweet, silenced all the doubt pounding away in his chest. Your lips moved purposefully, taking time to convey all the pent-up feelings that had been swirling inside you for so long. You dangled your arms behind his neck as you pulled away, your eyes fluttering open to meet his blown-out pupils.

"I want to be with you too."

Relief unfurrowed his brows and relaxed his jaw.

"Really...?"

"Yes! Though to be honest, I've always pictured our first few moments together as a couple in a more... innocent setting." You gestured to... everything and Link's belly flexed in laughter.

"So did I. But gods..." His lips ghosted the curve of your shoulder, traveling up your neck, and ending at your ear. "You felt so good, (F/N)..."

"L-Link..." You whimpered, your body lowering back down while your now-lover towered above you. Without warning, an arm snaked under your knees and the other wrapped behind your back. With a yelp, you spilled into his arms and two towels fell into your lap.

"The baths are just around the corner." A soft warmth bloomed on the center of your forehead. "Let's get cleaned up, shall we?"

♤♢ ~ bonus scene ~ ♡♧

"Your Highness, are you sure about—?"

"Yes, yes! I've already got it all figured out. All you have to do is pack your things and go!" Zelda shoved two official-looking documents into your arms and scooted you and Link closer to the door. Your dug heels were no match for the princess's sudden prowess.

And what could those documents possibly be?

Why, records of a cabin rental in Faron Woods, of course!

"B-But what about Link? He's your personal knight, after all."

"I've already arranged security details with one of the squadrons. They will be watching over me until you both get back. In regards to who will be overseeing your duties, I have a few staff members who will help me keep track of everything."

"Your Highness—"

"It's decided!" Zelda exclaimed with more effort, her energy sapped from lugging two unwilling bodies. "You both have been working so hard, so I've been thinking about giving you a weekend off for awhile. Now that you're a couple, this is a perfect chance to have your own little romantic getaway!"

"Wait, Princess Zelda..." Link started slowly, the gears in his head churning away. "It says here there’s only one bed. If you didn't know we were a couple until now... Why did you prepare a cabin with a single bed for the two of us?"

"That...!" Though your back was toward the royal, you could clearly see the 'oh shit' expression on her face. The corner of Link's mouth twitched into an amused smile while your cheeks scarleted.

"Zel, I swear to Hylia, I'm—"

"—gonna have a wonderful time in the woods where you can be as loud as you want. Farewell, and safe travels!"

With one last push, Zelda managed to shove the two of you out of her office before a resounding slam sounded the finality of her decision. But Zelda's closing remarks hung in the air, thickening the atmosphere in blood-chilling realization.

"What's wrong?" Link's sing-song voice mismatched the gravity of of the situation.

"Oh gods... Oh gods oh gods oh gods... How many people do you think heard us last night?"

"Enough for the whole castle to know who fucked you breathless." His face lowered until you were eye-level with his mischievous simper.

"Link!"

"Her Highness was right—you are fun to tease."

"LINK!!!"

#link #link x you #link x reader #link x reader smut #loz link #loz link smut #loz link x reader #link legend of zelda #legend of zelda x reader #legend of zelda fanfiction #loz smut #legend of zelda smut #legend of zelda

757 notes · View notes

underoospeterparker · 2 months

Note

CONGRATS ON UR MILESTONE BABY!!! i’d like to request 🪸 CORALS !! with the idea of cowboy!james and innocent!reader in mind teeheeee <333

YAY babe thank you so much ily!!! challenged myself to use some slang hehehe

join the celebration

cowboy!james potter x innocent!fem!reader, 0.9k words, hurt/comfort, angsty

tw: (slight) violence, blood mention, toxic ex, swearing

James strolled over with the confidence of a man who'd already won his race. "How're you ladies doing tonight?" He asked you and your friends, leaning over to plant a kiss on your forehead.

"Well, bless your heart for asking," Mary Rose blushed, "we're fairin' just fine," she added, a huge smile on her face. James reciprocated it, but it wasn't as pleasant as hers had been.

When she turned around, you rolled your eyes and James chuckled, taking a seat next to you. "No need for jealousy, darlin', you know I'm all yours," he said, his voice deep and quiet. This time you were the one blushing, forced to hide your red face in the crook of his jacket.

It was a second later when you pulled away, and you noticed Mary Rose's glare from across the bench. James surveyed your eyes quickly, a touch of concern in his big brown eyes. "You alright there, sweetheart?"

You were quick to nod at him. Giving him your best smile, you asked, "when's that race of yours happening?"

He checked his watch on his wrist, then got up to stand. "Reckon it's about to start in a blink of an eye," he replied, grinning at you. "I'd be mighty honoured to have you by my side, darlin', will you come to cheer me on?"

Mary Rose was quick to speak up. "You bet your spurs we'll be there, cowboy!"

James looked at her with a small smile, then turned to you as she began getting her things ready. "I'll be front and centre," you reassured him, and his face brightened. "Wearin' my finest cowgirl hat," you added, giggling softly. "Now go show 'em how it's done."

Your boyfriend saluted you and head off to the races. "Yeehaw," Nellie squealed, tugging at your arm as you laughed along with her. "Let's mosey on down, ladies!"

While you climbed down the stands, hand-in-hand with Nellie, Mary Rose pulled you aside, her grip tight on your arm. "Don't think for a moment I didn't notice you cozying up with my ex. You better watch your back, partner!" Mary Rose's nails dug into your skin, drawing blood. She pulled away when Laura called her over, waving with a fake smile on her face.

You winced as you looked down at your arm, crescent moons left in her wake. You covered it up as best as you could, pulling your jacket on although it was mighty hot outside. Then, you returned to the race tracks to watch James ride.

"Ladies and gentlemen, gather 'round," the announcer clapped his hands excitedly, "we've got a lineup of fine cowboys ready to tear up that track. Among 'em, we got James Potter!" The crowd roared with enthusiasm as James made his way onto the track, a massive grin on his face. You waved happily at him when he blew a kiss to you good-naturedly.

Mary Rose turned around to look at you, glaring. "Say, (Y/N), I need to make a trip to the outhouse. Would you be so kind as to join me?"

You couldn't refuse, not with all of the girls surrounding you, so you nodded, even though James was about to ride. Mary Rose would have done much worse if you hadn't.

She gave you a smile, then pressed a heavy hand to your back, leading you to the bathroom. James, however, noticed your disappearance soon after, and swiftly mounted his horse. He quickly rose over to where the girls were stood. "Where might I find (Y/N), ma'am?" He asked Nellie pleasantly.

Nellie pointed over to the outhouse, and James nodded, saying, "much obliged, my friend."

He climbed over the fence, although the announcer was yelling at him to get back over and on his horse. James started to jog over to the bathroom, starting to get worried. "Shucks," he said under his breath, swinging the door open to find you cowering in a corner, a bruise blossoming across your face.

You managed to gain some confidence, however, and you struck a painful punch across Mary Rose's face, so hard that she stumbled backwards. "You bitch! I'm gonna-"

James stepped between the two of you. "Hold your horses," he said, his face hard. "I'd never lay a hand against a lady, but you raised a finger against my sweetheart. So I'd suggest you keep your distance."

With tears in her eyes, Mary Rose nodded and stepped out of the way. James turned to you, nothing but care and worry in his eyes as he surveyed the damage.

"James," you murmured softly, "any reason you're lingering 'round here instead of hittin' the track?"

He smiled, "I gotta take care of my girl, y'know? She's my top priority." James cupped your cheek, face softening when you grimaced in pain. "Shhh, I'm sorry, sweetheart," he crooned over you, wrapping you up in his arms, "don't you worry. I'm gonna take good care of you." He paused, making sure you were listening. "And I ain't one to make empty promises, darlin'."

You smiled up at him. "No doubt in my mind, cowboy."

156 notes · View notes

querenciasturniolo · 9 months

Note

hello oml ! ive been so scared to ask for something but hey ! here we are ;) i absolutely adore your writing and was wondering if you could write one for chris where the reader, the triplets, and madi go for dinner (all as just friends) and the reader and chris confess they like each other afterwards since they were all really tired :) i think it'd be cute hehehe

late nights ⮕ c.s.

word count: 916

warnings: swearing, accidental confession

summary: the five of you go get food late at night, and your exhaustion has you admitting something you weren’t meaning to say

a/n: oh my god, don’t be scared to request anything ever !!! thank you so much, love !!! i hope i did your request justice 🤞🏻💓

everything written is completely fictional. the people i write for are written with characteristics and mannerisms that i made for them, this is in no way depicting what would actually happen in real life.

“So, where are we going?” You asked, leaning towards the front of the car.

Matt glanced up at you in the mirror just as Chris turned around to face you.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Chris asked. You blinked, fighting the smile growing on your face.

“Uh, yeah. That’s kind of why I asked.” You said, Nick scoffing next to you.

“Definitely not your finest moment, Chris.” Madi said, your eyes meeting hers as you laughed.

The five of you were going to dinner, but you were picked up last minute and had no idea what was going on. You were just sitting in your living room in your pajamas, scrolling on your phone when the text from Chris saying ‘come outside’ popped up on your screen. It took them five minutes to convince you to get into the car, and then you were off.

“You do realize if I don’t know where we’re going, this is considered kidnapping, right?” You said, Matt scoffing from the front seat.

“You’re not being kidnapped, you’re so dramatic.” He said, your eyebrows raising.

“Well, that didn’t make me feel better.” You mumbled, leaning back in your seat.

Matt pulled into a parking lot, and you scoffed when you saw the sign.

“You guys kidnapped me at midnight to go to Denny’s?” You asked incredulously. Chris turned and looked at you.

“Uh, yeah. Who doesn’t want breakfast at midnight?” He asked, mocking you from before. You rolled your eyes and stepped out of the car, lightly shoving him when he stepped out.

“Are you gonna branch out, or stick with the french toast slam?” You asked, Chris shaking his head and bumping your shoulder with his.

“Why change perfection?” You rolled your eyes and smiled.

“Jesus, you’re ridiculous.” You said, the five of you walking into Denny’s.

The dinner went by slowly, you growing increasingly more exhausted as time went on. You barely touched your food, going back and forth bickering with Chris for the entirety of the meal. You couldn’t help but tease him, it was your way of flirting. It was ridiculous, the fact that you couldn’t just say how you were feeling. You felt the need to pester, and poke, and bother the person, which was perfect in this situation.

Chris came back at you full force, and you thrived every time. The banter was such a huge part of your friendship and you were so grateful for it. Chris more than likely had absolutely no idea the reasoning for your teasing, which saddened you and relieved you at the same time. As much as you wanted to tell him your feelings, you also didn’t want to make things awkward in the very possible circumstance that he doesn’t feel the same way.

When the five of you got back to the car, Chris somehow ended up in the backseat with you and Madi. Nick was playing music in the front seat, his and Matt’s conversation barely being heard by you. Chris was wedged in the middle seat, leaning the majority of his body weight onto you.

“Chris, get off.” You said through a laugh, nudging him lightly. He whined and went limp, his head landing in your lap. “What are you doing?” You asked, looking over at Madi with amusement etched into your face. She snorted and shook her head.

“I’m tired.” He whined. Out of instinct, you started carding your fingers through his hair. He hummed and relaxed, almost pushing against your hand. “I like that.” He mumbled. You could feel how heavy your eyes were, your exhaustion making you delirious as you hummed.

“I like you.” You said, leaning your head back against the headrest. It took Chris lifting his head up from your lap and looking at you with fond eyes for you to realize what you’d just said. You meant it as one of those middle school-esque comebacks, but you’d definitely just admitted how you felt. Chris didn’t look upset, he looked…content more than anything. It could have been the exhaustion making your eyes bleary, but you could have sworn he was blushing.

“You mean it?” He asked, his voice quiet. You nodded, Chris smiling and lying in your lap again. “Glad we’re on the same page, then.”

You relaxed completely then, your hand resuming its movements through the loose curls.

“Well, that was sweet.”

You looked up, realizing that you were back at their place, Nick had already turned off the music, and the three of them were looking at you and Chris.

“Yeah.” Matt began, turning the car off before turning to face you two again. “It’s about fucking time.”

You scoffed and shook your head. “Has anyone ever told you your Mattitude is worse when you’re tired?” You asked, Chris sitting up so you could get out of the car.

“All the time, and I’m actually kind of glad I’m not getting the brunt of it for once.” Nick said, all five of you piling into the house and climbing the stairs. You didn’t say anything to anyone as you dropped yourself face down on the couch, pulling a blanket from the back of the couch and covering yourself.

You could barely hear the four of them mumbling sleepily to each other, the only things you could process were the lights being turned off and the soft kiss being pressed to your temple.

“Goodnight.” Chris’ voice pierced through the heavy cloud of exhaustion, sleep consuming you before you could respond.

#chris sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #madi filipowicz #sturniolo triplets

614 notes · View notes

apollosfavkiddo · 4 days

Text

⛧° Cooking classes with Uncle Leo

⛧° 。 ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆༺♱༻⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ 。°⛧

content: leo valdez x fem!reader blurb

warnings: probably cursing, bad spanish, not proofread. ig that's it?? lmk!!

a/n: i didn't really like this, but i'm posting it anyways lol. dedicated to covey and @/pinkdiorluvr cuz i know they both love leo hehehe

⛧° 。 ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆༺♱༻⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ 。°⛧

You never learnt how to cook. A disturbed childhood with a shitty mortal dad was not the best place to get cooking lessons. Or to learn anything, on that matter.

The point is, cooking skills aren’t something you possess, and that annoys you beyond limits. That took you to asking your best friend, Leo Valdez, for cooking classes. Which he immediately accepted. I mean, who wouldn’t want to teach your crush how to cook?

"So, when can I go to your house?” You asked, which made him snap back to reality from just admiring your features.

“Uh... my house?” He asked, as he completely forgot what you guys were previously chatting about. He was too busy with noticing how the freckles coated your cheeks, and how your black hair framed your face in the prettiest way possible. Oh, he was down bad.

“Are you even listening to me right now, Leo?” You asked, waving your hand in front of his face.

“Uh, yeah, ‘course I am. You were talking about the... cooking classes, right?” He asked, a sheepish smile making his way to his lips. You just rolled your eyes.

“Yes, I am. When can I come to your house, hm?” You asked again.

“Tomorrow at seven sounds good to you?” He asked.

“Yeah, that’d be great.” You answer, smiling softly as well.

“You’re gonna learn how to make the perfect pasta alla carbonara, my dear apprentice. It's one of my specialties.” He said, passing an arm across your shoulders and pulling you to him.

Before you could even pull away so you could leave, he planted a kiss with a loud ‘mwah’ to it and darted off, laughing. You were left confused, blushing and smiling as a toddler who just got a pack of candy.

⛧° 。 ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆༺♱༻⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ 。°⛧

Leo stood in his kitchen, a grin plastered on his face as he waited for his best friend’s arrival. He was looking forward to it, since he knew that it was a chance of absolutely zero percent that this whole class didn’t end in absolute chaos.

He leaned against the counter, tapping his fingers impatiently, trying to figure when you’d finally come, what clothes you’d be wearing, what shoes you’d wear and in which way your hair would be. Would it be down? Would you put it in a ponytail? A bun? A braid?

Oh gods, he was such a sucker for that damned daughter of Poseidon.

Eventually, he heard the rhythmic knock on the door, telling him that you were finally there, much to his happiness.

“Come on, Valdez, it’s freezing out here!” You complained, just when he finally opened the door and you barged inside, escaping the snow from the outside world. You were in a black coat, wine-red leggings, gloves and a cute scarf so your nose didn’t get too cold. “Finally! Thought you’d leave me out there to die.”

“I’d never do that, princesa. I mean, at least not today, I need an assistant.” He said jokingly, poking your shoulder and teasing you as you took your coat off.

“I’m gonna punch you, I swear to all the gods that I know.” She threatened. He just smiled and walked towards the kitchen, with you following right behind him. “So, what’re you gonna teach me today?”

“We’re gonna make the best pasta ever – carbonara!” He said happily as he pointed at the counter, which was filled with ingredients for the dish – bacon, eggs, flour and cheese were neatly organized in the counter, ready to be turned into a meal.

“If this goes wrong, I'm ordering a happy meal.” You complained, putting the things you brought to make your favorite dessert, a classic that you learnt with a Brazilian friend of yours – Brigadeiro. It's actually the only thing that you can cook without burning down the whole house.

“First, we gotta make the pasta.” The latino said, and you grimaced.

“Why do we have to make it? Isn't it easier to just, you know, buy the pasta and cook it?”

He shrugged. “Yeah, it’s easier. But making it is so much fun!” He said, with a smile on his face, and started pouring flour on the counter, making a small tower and soon making a hole in it. Then he stopped and looked at you.

“What? Is there something on my hair?” You asked, brushing off your hair, which made Leo laugh.

“No, no. I need you to grab six eggs and crack them here.” He said, gesturing towards the bowl.

“Oh.” You mumbled and picked up the bowl, cracking the eggs in it and being extra careful with the shell. When you finished, you looked at him with puppy eyes. “What now?”

“Put them here.” He said, gesturing to the hole in the flour. You nodded and poured the eggs there. “Now, you washed your hands, right?” You nodded again. “Great. Now, you have to mix the eggs and the flour until we have a smooth dough; the pasta!”

You just nodded and put your hands to work. It was cute, since you didn’t seem to know what you were doing, and it was just so cute the way you were unsure on whether you were doing the right thing or not.

“You’re doing great, y/n/n.” He assured. If you looked up, you’d see a proud smile on his face.

After a few minutes of squeezing and mixing the dough, it was finally ready. You looked up at Leo’s face, a proud smile on your face and shining eyes. Maybe cooking wasn’t really that bad, after all. Not if you had a good teacher and friend around.

He was starstruck. He couldn’t even move. You were just so pretty, flour all over your arms and hands, a little spot on your cheek white from when you rubbed the back of your hand on your face. He wanted nothing more than to kiss you in that moment.

But he knew he couldn’t. He shouldn’t do it. Couldn't risk his friendship with you.

And yet you were so tempting, so pretty like that. In his kitchen, with his apron – which was slightly too big for your tiny frame – and with him.

“So, what do we do now?” You asked, interrupting the trance he was in. He shook his head and blushed, embarrassed to be caught like that.

“Uh... the- the eggs. We need to make the eggs.” He said, blushing after getting caught staring at you. “You can whisk the yolks while I cook the bacon. Is that alright with you?”

“Mhm. You just need to teach me how to separate the yolks.” You said, with a smile.

You two continued the cooking, with Leo cooking the bacons till they were golden brown and crispy while you whisked the egg yolks and the cheese together. It was a fun night, where you ate the food you made – which was delicious, by the way – and had fun with your best friend.

The only out of the ordinary thing was that the whole time you were there, the only thing you wanted was to jump on Leo’s lap and kiss the hell out of him.

And his train of thought was not that far away from yours.

Don't get me wrong, he loved to spend platonic time with you, of course. But he really, really wanted to kiss you.

‘Oh, for my father’s sake, what I wouldn’t give to kiss her.’

“...what?” You asked, your face clearly redder with his – more than sudden – confession.

You never thought he’d want to kiss you, much less give yourself the hope that maybe someday that’d happen. No, it was selfish, and you knew – or at least thought – that he’d never ever like his best friend.

But here he was, saying how much he’d give in exchange for a kiss.

“Oh, shit- I said that out loud, didn’t I? I’m so sorry, Y/n, you can really pretend this never happened, I just-” AAAAAND he was rambling. Again. So, the easiest way out of that situation was, obviously, shut him up with a kiss.

He immediately melted. His hands stopped flying around his face and went to graze your neck and waist, unsure, but ready to search.

It was one of the best kisses you’ve ever had, and it was definitely the most awaited one. His lips were cracked and raspy, and he tasted sweet like the juice you had.

When you finally pulled away, both of your cheeks were red and there was a smile playing on both of your lips.

“I kinda love you.” You admited.

“Good, ‘cause i love you too, princesa.”

#all my love 🍀#postcards from leah #leo valdez #leo valdez x y/n #leo valdez x you #leo valdez x reader #cooking classes with uncle leo is up huh #pjo hoo toa #pjo #heroes of olympus #heroes of olympus x reader

89 notes · View notes

fairy-verse · 2 months

Note

can i ask for more uh kross interaction? or fun facts? like what do they do together? does cross ever like get cuddly, the only way cross can, and just hold onto killer?

“Killer, I swear—”

“Hah! Then you must swear a lot, Crossy,” Killer sang as he continued to dance circles around the black-and-white hybrid, shuddering from the cold but having far too much fun to feel bothered by it. The winter winds might be on Cross’ side when it came to warning him about the oncoming freezing night, but he just couldn’t help the way he loved the sight of Cross outside in the light of the setting sun. That white-yellow light just made Cross’ wings shimmer so beautifully, and the faint colour of purple sparkled brilliantly as he moved, like gemstones.

Killer loves to tease Cross and it drives the black-and-white fairy mad with annoyance! Rarely will he have peace and—and—and oh… The sweet kisses Cross receives when he finally catches Killer is the loveliest reward in the world.

Cross yearns for companionship and is secretly very clingy. Killer yearns for attention and is openly clingy. Cross + Killer = Profit.

Even though Killer takes clear pleasure in driving Cross up the wall with his shenanigans and mischiefs, he loves it even more when he has Cross so flushed and so smitten that his wings flutter on their own from the overabundance of emotions he’s experiencing.

Cross can easily be persuaded to not rise early in the morning from having his usually feisty mate nuzzle up to his chest and purr in blissful slumber.

“You know you purr in your sleep,” Cross said, smiling fondly as he cradled Killer’s cheek, enjoying the sight of his sockets seeming bleary despite the lack of light within them.

“I don’t purr in my sleep,” Killer objected, yawned as his wings quivered when he stretched, and immediately slumped back down onto Cross’ chest. “Maybe you just heard me kiss your bosom in my sleep,” he teased but immediately faltered into a light blush as he looked up at Cross’ face, seeing only a tender smile filled with fondness and affection. It made Killer’s exposed soul flutter.

Cross would hold onto Killer and never let go if he could, but Killer gets restless after a while and Cross cannot forgo his duties, so it is with great shame that he must release his little mate.

“I am not little, you’re just freakishly tall.”

“Oh…”

“Psh, not in a bad way, you big softy. You know I love the way you tower over me when you get all protective and possessive; hmm? Criss-Cross,” Killer sang.

Cross blushed.

Killer got to see firsthand how strong and intimidating Cross can be when engaged in battle or when protecting those he loves, and by the stars, he felt a primal need to just immediately take him back to the nest and have a faerling with him. He immediately choked at his thoughts and blamed his spring fairy tendencies for that.

Cross pretends to not notice how much Killer stares when he’s training, but he knows; he knows all too well and he’s purposefully showing off.

Killer is insufferable when it comes to bragging about how he caught Cross before anyone else could. After all, what fairy wouldn’t want a Warrior/Knight fairy for a mate? There is hardly any better for making strong and healthy faerlings!

“I would love to have a faerling with you one day, Killer.”

“Ach! W- wh—hehehe, what is this about, Crossy?” Killer choked, laughing nervously even as he blinked in shock as Cross’ hand came to trail the edges of his soul, touches so light it almost tickled.

“You don’t have to answer me yet, I just want you to know that… That I’d really love to have a faerling with you. I could even be the one to carry it if you’d like.”

Being rendered speechless for the first time in ages, Killer found himself unable to answer for a moment. It wasn’t that he didn’t want a faerling… He just didn’t think anyone would ever want one with him, being a hybrid and all. But then… maybe Cross had that same thought hidden within that thick skull of his, though unwilling to reveal such insecurity in this tender moment where he just wanted to show Killer how much he wanted to bond with him.

… A faerling.

“Heh…”

Cross lifted his gaze to meet with Killer’s.

“Maybe I’d like that… one day,” Killer said, and the smile that broke over Cross’ beautiful face made Killer’s façade slip as his brows furrowed and his lips quivered with emotions. He couldn’t help but smile, too.

#aufairyverse #utmv #ask for the fairy #fairy!cross #cross sans #fairy!killer #killer sans #i'll make this nice and short #i said #you know #like a liar

75 notes · View notes

dropdeadgorgeos · 8 months

Text

So this is just like a thought of like imagine (I swear I say that word all the time 💀) if the twst boys(expect orhto and the staff) we like yanderes like... I can't get my head off this subject-

𝔾𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕡𝕤 𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕦𝕕𝕖𝕕

Riddle Rosehearts:

Tbh I can see him working with Trey and Chenya all to get your love like they all can have a role where Chenya is like the scarast Mitch and he can like stalk you in his invisible form and riddle can make sure your always doing well and IF they hurt you which I don't see it happen but it could riddle would gladly heal you up and Trey could bake for you and protect you.

Ace & Deuce:

Okay so I think this would work as like they both try and like lock you somewhere where only they could find you though that's what most would probably do but whatever and like I don't see much here sorry-

Cater:

Okay so like he forces you to take pictures with him all the time and always tries to hide your sad face of being trapped in his room so he puts filters on and make you smile and always shows you how much people love your fake smile.

Jamil & Kalim:

Y'all KNOW these guys are working together like they don't even need to lock Y/N up Jamil just needs to hypnotize you and hide the fact your spellee and like they could just walk around holding your hand and they lock you up like Jamil did in book 4 lol see he's my favorite character and he is absolutely horrifying

𝕍𝕚𝕝:

Okay so like he spells the Apple as a love spell feeds it to you boom! That easy! He doesn't even need to chain you up.

ℝ𝕠𝕠𝕜 ℍ𝕦𝕟𝕥:

HOLY FUCKING GOD OMG okay so like this dude already stalks you imagine him actually taking you as his prey and like chaining you up as a trophy or something like he's already scary you gotta get scarier like god man I don't think I'll be able to live with that.

𝔼𝕡𝕖𝕝:

I don't really see it but that's probably because I'm not a big Epel fan so I don't know much other than he likes being strong or something I'm probably even wrong on that so I'm so sorry to all you Epel fans/simps I can't do this one sorry.

𝕃𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕒 𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕒𝕣:

Imagine ge respects women to much to do this 😘 but I mean if he did he'd probably chain you up yeah and just like sleep with you while your chained up and bring you meat eat (so of you are a real plant eater us better get going-)

ℝ𝕦𝕘𝕘𝕚𝕖:

I can kinda see this maybe he could side with Leona or just keep you there I don't really see it happen but just tell me what you guys think.

𝕁𝕒𝕔𝕜 ℍ𝕠𝕨𝕝:

Hm....fuck... Your up against one of the strongest (physical form) students how the heck you escaping that??? Your not at least I wouldn't my body is to small and fragle he'll break me the moment we touch bruh.

𝔸𝕫𝕦𝕝 𝔸𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕠:

I feel like the fish mafia are some of the scariest yanderes because like I could see Azul actually using a spell to turn you into a fish or like a mermaid or something in than like he locks you in a tank and sits in his chair and just looks at your beauty and maybe made you sign a contract to forever be his oh! He didn't use a spell your silly ass signed a contract Hehehe hehehe fuck azul's yandere it's scary( I have a fear of being in water to long :'0)

𝕁𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕃𝕖𝕖𝕔𝕙:

I feel like this could work with him and his brother bit also not I can totally see this man using chains like for sure and he changes your emotions from scared and sad that your locked up to happy and loving like fish mafia = scary fucking yanderes

𝔽𝕝𝕠𝕪𝕕 𝕝𝕖𝕖𝕔𝕙:

He's... Already scary enough yep he doesn't need to go any farther to give me nightmares he chains me up and I'm as good as dead and I know you are to let's just be honest I think Jade would help him chain you up tbh.

𝕀𝕕𝕚𝕒:

Maybe lock you in his room or the lab idk cause I'm not at that part of the game yet but I know a few things so maybe like that and he would XD omg imagine he forces you to play Mario Kart with him XD just a thought lmao

𝕄𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕦𝕤 𝕕𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕒:

Probably tries to turn you into a fairy or something crap maybe makes you prick your finger so you don't run away and your fast asleep or something and he just watches you and forces you to be his queen I bet on a lot of these you aren't human like they turn you into some sorta creature that's from there home or kind.

𝕃𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕒:

Hm... Yep... Yep that's scary alright so like imagine your just living hour life than this 200 year old man short as your dresser walks in and is like "your mine now" he take you home and you wake up the next day chained up and bleeding like.. Lilia I could see them playing rough tbh.

𝕊𝕚𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕣:

Y'know I don't really see it maybe you do but I don't.

𝕊𝕖𝕓𝕖𝕜 ℤ𝕚𝕘𝕧𝕠𝕝𝕥:

Okay just a funny thought imagine he like ties you up and you guys are sitting together and he just tells you how much he love waka-sama XD and like he just explains it and he's like "oh yeah I love you a nd your here because I love you but I love waka-sama so much I could never tie him up" like boi-

PLEASE tell me if I forgot someone brain not going through

I could imagine Azul sitting as his desk saying a little peom

"Dear the deep blue sea! Let me be the only light you see!"

#jamil viper #kalim al asim #twisted wonderland #yandere #vil schoenheit #rook hunt #riddle rosehearts #trey clover #chenya #cater diamond #ace trappola #duece spade #twst housewardens #leona kingscholar #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #twst x reader

115 notes · View notes

giggly-squiggily · 28 days

Text

A Monstrous Craving: Second Selection (Blue Lock)

Heyo! Happy April Fools Day everyone! :3 Last year I posted a fic in which Bachira tickles everyone in Team Z, and I liked writing it so much I decided to do it again with the Second Selection! :D I don't know if I'm gonna make this a yearly tradition- but I had a funny idea and went with it! I hope you like it :3

Summary: Bachira gets a craving to mess with everyone again. Shenanigans ensue.

“Niko! Niko, Niko, Niko~” Bachira ran up, grinning from ear to ear. “Do me a favor?”

“Why?” Niko blinked behind his bangs, immediately suspicious. He might not be Isagi, but he’s dating Isagi. That’s just as bad.

“Just do it! Please?” Bachira made his eyes big, waiting. Niko blinked before sighing, giving in.

“Fine but just so you know,” Niko made his trademark handscope gesture, hovering it over his eye. “I’ll know if you’re trying to trick me. Now- what?”

“Follow my lead.” Bachira raised his hands, pressing them in prayer. Niko did the same, if not a tad hesitant.

Next, Bachira laced his fingers, making a double-handed fist. Niko did so as well.

Finally, Bachira lifted his fingers on one hand. Niko blinked before doing the same.

“Perfect. Stay just like that.” Bachira nodded, smiling. Before the seer-like player could react, Bachira quickly shook his hands free and laced his fingers into Niko’s standing ones, grabbing his fist. In seconds, he had it up and against the wall, pinning him.

“Wha-” Niko blinked, staring into Bachira’s golden gaze. “Okay, what was the point of th-heahhahahahahahhahahhaha!?!”

“Tickle tickle tickle! Eheheheh! What’s wrong? Is it too much for you? Pull your arms down then!” Bachira cooed at him in a sugary sweet voice, clawing at Nikko’s ribs with his open hand as the younger boy tried and failed to slide down the wall, laughing the entire time. Come on Nikko, don’t give up on me now!“

“Geaahahahhaha! Geheheht thehehehe hehehehell ohoohohoff you aahahhahass! Geahhahahah!” When Nikko’s descend came to an end, he laid on his side against the cool walls and floor as Bachira giggled before him. “Gahahah…I hahahte yohoohu.”

“Yeah yeah.” Bachira stuck his tongue out giddily before running away, leaving the younger boy to recover in the hall.

It was that time of year again!

~~~

“Come on…one more time.” Barou felt his lungs ache, and his limbs felt like they were on fire. His self-imposed training regime was brutal, but it was fitting for his kingly status. Shaking out his arms, he turned to start his last round of drills-

“BAROU!”

The king let out a long series of curse words as he spasmed, nearly eating the dirt at his feet. “What the fuck-” He snarled, twisting to find…no one. Surely he wasn’t hearing things.

Fingers in his ribs from behind convinced him. “GAH! Get the hehehll off!”

“Oo, the king’s ticklish! Who would have thought?” Bachira cooed at him with a laugh, hiking up Barou’s back as he scribbled and pinched along his upper ribs and shoulders, throwing the bigger boy around like an uncontrolled bull. “Coochie coochie coo! Looks like I’m giving you the royal treatment! Hehehe!”

“Yohohohou dahhahamn bhohohobcuhuhuhut! Geheheht thehehe hehehehell ohohohoff!” Barou howled through swear colored giggles, trying and failing to reach for him. He all but lost his balance when Bachira began squeezing the back of his neck, sending them both into the grass below. “CUHUHUHUT THE SHHIHIIHIHT!”

“Aww, and here I thought Kun-Kun’s neck was tickly! You make him look almost immune here.” Bachira snorted as he gave the King’s neck one last squeeze, hopping off with a light slap to his shoulder. “Thanks for playing with me!”

Barou only groaned in the grass, suddenly very tired.

Maybe that was enough training today, afterall.

~~~

“Wow, you’re almost there! Come on, Nagi- you can do it!” Reo grinned around his chopsticks as he watched his friend get closer to a watermelon. He introduced Nagi to the Suika game only days before- this would be his first ever success if he nailed it. “Haaaah…this is exhausting. You do it.” Giving up, the white haired player pushed his phone to Reo, tucking his face into the cook of his arm with a tired yawn. “Lemme know if we win.”

“Lazy as ever.” Rolling his eyes, Reo picked up the device, guiding the orange towards its brethren. “You know Nagi, you really shouldn’t give up on games so easily- even if they aren’t soccer related.”

“All the fruit makes me hungry. I lose my strength when I get this way.”

“Then go get some food.”

“I don’t wanna get up…”

“Fine, fine, I’ll get you something. Just give me one sec- I’m almost-AH!” Just before Reo could drop the last fruit, something squeezed his knee. His finger slipped, ruining his planned chain reaction and overflowing the box. Game over. “Nagi! What the hell? I told you, give me a minute!”

“Huh?” Nagi blinked, confused. “I didn’t do anything?”

“Yes, you did! Now look- we lost.” Reo fumed, shaking his head as he put the phone down. “Whatever- if you're that hungry, I guess it can’t be cha-ehehahhahaanged!” The squeezing came back, making him jerk with a yelp. “Dahahahmn it, gehehhet your own food, then!”

“I didn’t do anything! Seriously!” Nagi fumed back, frustrated. “I’m not ly-ehehehehe! Reo, knock it off!”

“What? That wasn’t-” That’s when Reo realized both of Nagi’s hands were on the table- balled into fist as the pale teen squirmed and giggled. Ducking down, he found…

“YOU!” Reo cried upon seeing Bachira, one hand on Nagi’s leg while the other was on Reo’s. “What the hell are you even doing down there?”

“Looking for loose change.” Bachira winked before squeezing both knees simultaneously, sending the pair into frenzied giggles. “The monster wants to eat the rich! He’s in the mood for legs!”

“Gehahaht the heheheell ohohoohut of heheehere! Gehahaha, yohohohohu dahhahahamn drihihihbi-GEHAHHA!” Reo nearly fell out of his chair when Bachira squeezed his thigh. “Nahahhahagi hehehehelp!”

“Ghehahahah! I chahahahhan’t! Ihiihh’m toohoohoh huhuhuhungry!” Nagi cried back, opting to just kinda fall over at this point. “Sohohohohorry, Rehehehehheo!”

Before Reo could say anymore, Bachira was gone- skipping away with a happy grin and leaving them be. Shaking his head, he pushed the remainder of his rice to Nagi along with his chopsticks. “Here, eat up.”

“Ehehe…no thahanks..I’m toohoho tired to eat..” Nagi yawned before falling asleep, leaving Reo questioning his life choices yet again.

~~~

Bachira was hiding.

Tucked by an empty hamper in one of the many locker rooms, he waited patiently for his prey. He knew them and their routine well enough at this point.

Sure as the rising sun, his target walked into the room with a low sigh, stretching his arms high above his head and popping his spine. Bachira waited a second longer.

Then he attacked.

“God, I’m so ti-AHHH!” Chigiri shrieked when Bachira grabbed his sides, scaring the life out of him. His screams of terror quickly shifted to ones of laughter as Bachira dug in, leaving no spot untouched. “Nohohohot agahhahain! Gahahahhd, whihihihihiy Bahahhahachiraahhahaha?!”

“Hi Missy! Did you miss me? Huh? Did you?” The dribbler cooed at him as he climbed his fingers upward, pressing into each open space of rib as he moved towards his armpits. “It’s been for-ever since I’ve hear you laugh! Don’t you know? The Top 3 are all sooooo serious! I can barely get a chuckle out of them! I like you; you always laugh whenever I’m around!”

“Thahahhat’s becahhahuse yoohohu’re a clohohohwn-Gehahhhaha nohohoohohoho!” The redhead tried to jerk his arms down, but Bachira made it to his armpits faster than he could think. “Bahahhahchira pleahahhahahhase!”

“Please what? Keep tickling you? Aww, you’re too sweet! You know how badly I wanna get you and you’re letting me do it!” Bachira cooed sweetly at him, careful as he lowered him down to the ground, chest pressed against his back as he clawed at the center of his pits. “To be honest- I really wanna tickle Isagi, but I’m waiting until we meet up again. You know- gotta draw out the anticipation and all that. So until then…”

“Dohohohohn’t yohoohohu uuuhuuhse me ahahahas a rehehehbound! Gehahahahhaa, Bahahhahahchira- Eheheheheh nohohohohoho!” The dribbler had quickly shifted to his knees, squeezing them and the area around it relentlessly. Even with limited reach, Bachira was still able to get them! “Screhehehhewh yohohohou and yoohohohohur lohohohohng ahhahaharms!”

“No way- you’re totally letting me do this! Why else are your knees still drawn up?” The comment made them straighten out, but a few quick scribbles to Chigiri’s belly made him drawl them up once more. “See what I mean?”

“Yohohohou’re a pahahahahain!”

“Love you too, Missy!”

Before Bachira could really get him going, the door slid open, revealing none other than a breathless, slightly panicked Kunigami. “I heard a scream! Princess, are you-” When he saw what was going on, he relaxed. “Oh. Hey, Bachira.”

“Hi, Kun-Kun!” Bachira greeted, finally stopping the tickles as Chigiri curled up against the tile floor. “I was just saying hi to Missy! Hm..you know, I don’t think I’ve said hi to you yet…”

Kunigami blinked. Then he flushed, realizing what was about to go down. “Eh, Chi’s alright?” When Bachira nodded and Chigiri gave him a tired thumbs up, Kunigami slapped his hands together. “Cool, cool.

Then he was off. Bachira laughed as he chased after him, filling the halls with screams once more.

~~~

“I missed you.”

Three little words were all it took for Bachira’s heart to implode. He pressed further into Isagi, arms wrapped around his torso like octopus tentacles as he nuzzled his chest. “I missed you too.”

Isagi laughed, the sound a little wet as he ran his fingers through Bachira’s hair, combing back the soft strands. Sure, they were never truly apart- Bachira was not ashamed of his habit of sneaking into the other team’s room and snuggling with him until morning. But it felt so different now that Isagi was here. Here and never leaving his side again.

“You're awfully clingy today.” The older boy mused, making no moves to remove Bachira from him. “Is there a special occasion, or are you just happy to be here with me?”

Ah. Right. Bachira tried not to let his growing giddiness show as he pressed his face further into his boyfriend’s shirt, hands adjusting so they were free. “You know- I was just thinking there is.”

“What’s that?” Ever the innocent one. Not a worry to be heard within Isagi’s voice. Bachira grinned fully now.

“The monster…has returned.” Bachira latched onto his sides with ease, making Isagi spasm with a yelp. “The tickle monster, I mean!”

“Gah! Oohoohoh nohohoohoho! Bahhahahachira, wahahhahait- gehahahahhahaha!” Isagi cried out, twisting about in the sheets as his boyfriend pinched and scribbled away at his torso. “Sohoohoho thahhahat’s whahahhat youuhuhuve beehehen up tohohoho ahahhaall dahhahahy?”

“I see the word got out, hasn't it? My monstrous deeds leave trails behind. Whoooooo~” Bachira put on his best scary voice as he raced his fingers up and down Isagi’s sides, making him squeal and kick beneath him. “I’ve got a craving, Isagi- and you’re on the menu!”

“Thahhahat was sihihihilly- wahhahait, wahhahait dohohohon’t you dahhahare- AH” The brunette tried to block him, but Bachira was already pulling up his shirt and taking a breath. “Dohohohon’t you da-AHAHHAHAHHARE!”

“Mmmm, tasty!” Bachira giggled after blowing a raspberry. “I want another one! Here we go-” Bachira blew once more, sending waves of ticklishness up Isagi’s nervous system as he arched against the soft mattress. One hand weaved into Bachira’s hair while the other tugged at his sweatshirt, but no real efforts were made to pull him off. “Hmm…I’m still hungry.”

“Gohoohoho gehehhet fohoho-EHEHEHHAHAH NOOHOHOO!” This time some effort was made as Bachira began nibbling along his ribs, focusing his efforts along the lowest set as he felt Isagi shriek. “NOOHOHOT MEHEHHEHEHE!”

“Yes you! I’m a cannibal, roar!” Bachira giggled, finally relenting when Isagi tugged him off. “You’re so cute, Blue Skies! Hehehe!”

Gasping for air, Isagi tossed an arm over his flushed face- hiding his misty eyes from the world. Bachira tugged at his sweatshirt until it was in place once more, climbing onto Isagi and laying across him with a happy hum. Once he got comfortable, he gently tapped at his arm.

“Knock knock!”

“Whohoho’s thehere?”

“Your boyfriend. I want a kiss.”

Isagi snorted as he moved his arm, blushing when he realized just how close Bachira was to his face. “Your boyfriend’s not home. He’s been eaten by a monster. Try again tomorrow.”

Bachira gaped, making Isagi laugh. The tickles were quick to resume.

~~~

Another day- another successful turnout. At least, that was what Bachira planned on saying after this.

Freshly bathed and dressed, Bachira peeked around the corner, finding Rin sitting in his bed all alone. A towel hid his expression, but his hands were busy with his shoes, redoing the laces on each pair.

Perfect. Bachira might even have an additional weapon to use against him. Slowly, he entered the room…

“Get him.” Rin didn’t look up once. It really didn’t matter in the end.

Bachira yelped when he was suddenly ambushed, his back hitting the ground with a hand protecting his skull. He was suddenly hit by memoires of the past- red hair flying in his way just before he was taken down like so.

Only this time, the hair was long and dark, Aryu’s eyes dancing with mischief as he came into view. “Good work, Toki. That was very glam.”

“Thank you! I mean- sorry! Sorry, Bachira- was that too harsh?” The muscular man yelped, but made no moves of releasing the dribbler. Soon a new body joined the fray, pulling his hands up and over his head.

“You never learn, do you?” Isagi smiled down at him, eyes warm as Bachira began giggling in anticipation. “Didn’t we do this back in Team Z?”

“Mahahybe? I can’t remehehember!” Bachira giggled helplessly as Rin took the final spot of their formation, cracking his knuckles.

“Enough reminiscing. On three. One, two…” There was a pause- one that felt like forever as Bachira’s giggles grew.

If three came, Bachira never heard it. Fingers touched down, scribbling all over and sending him into immediate hysterics. Aryu’s hands pinched and prodded along his sides while Tokimitsu clawed at his stomach and chest. Rin’s hands were latched to his legs, one on his hip while the other squeezed the ever living daylights out of his thigh.

And Isagi- ooo, that Isagi! He was scratching at Bachira’s shoulder blades with two fingers, somehow making it feel way more ticklish than normal! All he could do was laugh.

“Gehahahahhahhaha! Nahahhahahahahhaha! Whahahahit, wahhahahahit hohohohohold ohohohohohon- yoohohohu cahahhan’t juuhuhust do thahaha-EHEHEHHEK!”

“What’s that? We can’t just tickle you after your antics today?” Isagi cooed at him, pressing into a particularly bad spot along the edges of his shoulder blades.

“We weren’t even targeted. Alas, tiny glam requested my aid. So stylish.” Aryu tsked with a small smile as he carried on scratching against Bachira’s waist and lower ribs, putting his nails to good use. “Shame really- I was looking forward to your attempt. So sad, so glam.”

“I was too! Not that I expected it- oh that sounded off! I’m sorry!” Tokimitsu cried, worming a hand up Bachira’s shirt to get the bare skin beneath. “Just- take this! Was that…was that too much?”

“Damn bob cut, think you can just waltz in here and target me when my back is turned?” Rin growled at him, no real malice in his voice. “I’ll show you what happens when you mess with me!”

“Sorry, Bachira- I would have warned you had you not attacked me.” Isagi smiled at him, not an ounce of remorse in his voice. “This is really cute though- I’m glad we did this, guys!”

Bachira would have called him cute back if he could think straight. His entire body felt like one massive tickle; every part from the roots of his hair to the tips of his toes felt tickly! It was overstimulating yet freeing at the same time. He really did miss having tickle fights with groups.

Eventually, it all came to an end. Bodies moved away as Rin stood up, stretching out. Tokimitsu left him a bottle of water as Aryu struck a glamorous pose, musing about the entire thing with a laugh. Bachira found himself once again with Isagi, his head tucked into his lap as the taller boy fanned his face, cooling his hot cheeks.

“Had enough for today?” Isagi teased, laughing when Bachira nodded. “Do you want me to help you get up?”

A favorable offer, but Bachira shook his head. “Can we stay like this? Just a bit longer?”

Isagi laughed, leaning down and kissing his smiling lips once more. “Of course we can.”

#Blue Lock #tickle #tickle fic #bachira meguru #niko ikki #barou shouei #reo mikage #nagi seishiro #chigiri hyoma #kunigami rensuke #isagi yoichi #aryu jyubei #tokimitsu aoshi #rin itoshi #fluff #group tickles #bachisagi #I loved writing this akrjkaejkrekj #Squiggily writes the things

36 notes · View notes

vimara00 · 5 months

Text

Hello everyone, It's Vi! 💕 I had some 'Shoto vibes' today so I decided to write something about him. As always I hope you enjoy! Please comment, like or send me requests on my DMs (I don't know how it's called on Tumblr jajaja)

All characters reservations yo Horikoshi

Warnings: toxic relationship (not with Shoto) and swearing but fluff💕

~Always~ ShotoTodoroki

• Shoto and y/n had been friends since they entered the UA. Well, actually that's not so true...it took time for Todoroki to get used to others but the more he knew her, the more the walls he had put around himself where trembling down. It was a slow process but Shoto realized his days were better when she's around and that he smiled more just at the thought of seeing s/o but those things had nothing to do with his growing feelings for her...right?! He indeed liked her as more that a friend but she wasn't supposed to know about this till it was too much for his heart to take

• One of the reasons He never made a move (a part from being a coward) was because she already had a relationship or more specifically a toxic relationship. For someone who wasn't given enough love and care as a child, he could see miles away how terribly it was. She was always the one who ended up hurt by the asshole's sharp and cruel words, the one who took to much space and time and that would never be enough for him not matter how much she tried. He treated her as something that belonged to him, something he could show off to his stupid friends. He had so much power over her when he laughed about her dreams of becoming a hero in front of everyone saying he'll let her play the heroine but they all know she'll be just his pretty wife. And everyone was laughing, except her and Shoto, who wanted to throw up.

• With all he might, Todoroki wished to take her out of that relationship (and burn that idiot alive but that wasn't too heroic, was it?). However, y/n, who had such a beautiful soul, too kind for this world and even more kinder for that man, always ended up forgiving him and justifying his actions after the promises that 'he'll change, he'll grow, he'll be better' (quoting Maddie here hehehe)

Shoto had witnessed how abusive behaviors and unhealthy relationships could take an amazing woman to madness and he'd known that even if that asshole didn't fiscally abuse her, his words caught deeper than a knife. She tried so much to hide her low self-esteem but Shoto knew her better than she knew herself. He could see behind that fake smile and those eyes filled with sadness, how much she struggled to save her soul. At first, he had tried to convince her about leaving him but the last few weeks he came up with the idea of showing her how she should be treated. Not only the material things but the acts of service like making her favorite tea when she was studying or heating her hand when she was cold and the attention her boyfriend lacks off giving like just listening what her worries were or how her day went and remembering all she'd said by heart. It actually was not much work, he already did that but he added more enfasis to the lingering touches that she seemed to reciprocate. Shoto was sure she noticed his longing stares when they were watching a movie or how his hand always found hers when they were in a crowd room (cause he knows she hates being surrounded by many people) or the blushing mess he became when she'd found staring for too long. Todoroki could tell something in their friendship was changing and he couldn't be happier if it werent for the fact that the dickhead was still present in her life...

• However, He had enough when one night in particular that idiot decided to visit at the doorms and ruin their weekly movie marathon (the one Shoto and y/n always did in the common area when everyone was already sleeping but her boyfriend didn't have to know that she cuddle him under the covers that they shared) Apparently, he had important news to deliver so he proceeds to enlighten the mood by saying that he was offered an amazing job abroad and that she didn't have to keep on attending to that worthless school with those wannabe heroes and that she needed to hurry cause their plane leaves in three hours. Y/n open her mouth to protest but he interrupted her like always. To that idiot surprise and Shoto's too, y/n took a few steps closer to him and shouted 'STOP FUCKING TALKING! I'M TIRED OF YOU AND YOUR TWISTED GAMES. STOP LAUGHING ABOUT MY DREAMS AND MAKING ME FEEL LIKE I'M THE PROBLEM WHEN I COMPLAIN. I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU! I'VE TOLERED TO MUCH OF YOUR BULLSHIT. I'M TIRED OF PRETENDING THAT I LOVE YOU CAUSE I DON'T. AND I WON'T GO ANYWHERE WITH YOU EVEN IF YOU WHERE THE LAST MAN OF EARTH. SOMEONE HAS ALREADY TOOK THE PLACE YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE HAD IN MY HEART AND SHOWED ME THAT I'M WORTH LOVING SO FUCK YOU!'

The room was silent and Shoto took this opportunity to grabbed that asshole and take him out the residence. Y/n will never know as Shoto would take it to the grave, that he had frightened her ex so he'll never come closer or even breath the same air as her EVER again

When he entered, he saw her trembling figure and the tears rolling down her cheecks and all he could do was embrace her body in hope of giving some comfort. Her face was against his chest as he caressed her hair delicately. Suddenly, she looked up at him and said 'I know its bad...you don't need to save me but would you stay by my side even after the storm?'

And Shoto responded firmly without a pause and without a doubt but with his entire being 'Always' and hugged her even harder

• A few days later, after things had calmed down, he confronted her about what she'd said and she confessed to him even if she wasn't sure that he'll reciprocate, she was glad that she found someone as great as him to love.

Shoto's had enough time to figured out exactly what he felt towards her so he make it his life mission to show her every day why he was worth of her love. No one will ever hurt her ever again and God forgive who'll try...

#mha #bnha #mha shoto #bnha shoto #shoto todoroki #bnha fluff #mha fluff #todoroki shoto x reader #shoto x reader #shoto fluff #todoroki x reader #shoto x y/n #mha scenarios #todoroki fluff #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #shoto smut

61 notes · View notes

mint-yooxgi · 1 year

Text

{6} - Paradise Gardens - Yandere!Demonic Entities!Ateez X Reader

Yandere AU & Demon AU - Book Two to Hotel California

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Fluff, Slight Humour

Pairing: Ateez X Reader (Focus on Jongho)

Words: 8,790

Warnings: Very suggestive content at the beginning. Cockwarming. Minor talks of kinks mentioned. Anxiety and descriptions of a panic attack near the end. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: Strap yourselves in, a rollercoaster awaits. Hehehe, as always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~

Also, gentle reminder that I don’t do tag lists.

Mini Masterlist - Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five

An hour passes before you’re blinking groggily up at Jongho once more. He seems perfectly content to continue holding you in his embrace, humming lightly as his hand brushes tenderly against your spine.

“Did I wake you?” He keeps his tone soft, words no more than a mere whisper on his lips.

You shake your head, burying yourself deeper into him as you feel your heart flutter contently in your chest.

“Come on, Darling,” he shifts slightly, holding you firmly in his arms as he moves to sit at the side of the bed. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

A few glasses of water later, and a nice warm bath where you hold onto each other so lovingly, you find yourself back in his bed. His arms are around your waist as you lay on top of him, his chest rumbling contently as he begins humming to you once more.

His duvet has been changed, but the two of you remain naked beneath the sheets. The feeling of your bare skin pressing against his is unlike any other, and Jongho still marvels at the tingles that erupt throughout his body everywhere you press.

He wouldn’t want it any other way.

“Thank you for taking care of me, Baby Bear.” Your voice is low, placing a tender kiss onto the skin of his upper chest.

“Of course, Darling.” He gently places his lips onto your forehead, squeezing you the slightest bit tighter. “I will always take care of you.”

“The sentiment is shared.” You hum. “I should have asked you this sooner, but are you okay? How are you feeling?”

Jongho chuckles fondly, thumbs caressing your sides. “I’ve never been better, Darling.”

You smile faintly, tightening your own hold around him. “I’m glad.”

“You have made me the happiest being alive this evening,” he continues, resting his chin on the top of your head as he tucks you in closer to him. “I wouldn’t trade this feeling for all of the realms.”

“Jongho.” The way your eyes shine with nothing but love as you pull back to meet his gaze says it all.

“I’m serious, Darling.” His chest rumbles contently. “I mean every word when I say that you are my everything. I am so deeply in love with you, that I cannot bear the thought of not having you in my life for one second. My soul is yours, and it always will be. Never forget that.”

Your breath hitches slightly in your throat, your emotions swelling inside of your chest as your heart warms.

“You are my light, my life, and everything in between, Darling.” He breathes, his hand coming up to cup the side of your face tenderly. “My forever.”

Tears begin gathering in the corner of your eyes at his words, the overwhelming euphoria flooding your veins threatening to choke you out at any moment.

“My Jongho,” you cup his face gently in both hands as you lean over him. “Words cannot express what you mean to me. What this all means to me. I love you so very much, and nothing will be able to change that. You are my euphoria, and I count myself lucky to have you every second that we’re together. You are my rock, and I don’t know what I would do without you here to stabilize me.”

This time, tears of his own spring to his eyes, his grip growing tighter over your sides. Lovingly, he pulls you down for a kiss, pouring all of his emotions into the way his lips move against your own.

He loves you, and you love him. There is no doubt about that.

Pulling away, you settle yourself back down over him, resting your cheek against his chest. The way you can hear his heart positively fluttering beneath your touch has you smiling tenderly, nuzzling against him affectionately.

“We take care of each other, because that is what we are meant to do.” You say, eyes fluttering shut as you absolutely revel in this moment in time with him. “You are mine as much as I am yours, Jongho. Nothing will ever change that.”

“Took the words right out of my mouth, My Queen.” He hums, his own eyes falling shut as the serenity of this moment surrounds him. “Whenever you need something, whatever you desire, it is yours. In a heartbeat.”

“I may not be able to do much yet,” you whisper, “but I want you to know that the feeling is shared. Whatever you want from me, whenever you need it, please, do not be afraid to ask.”

“I don’t think you’d be able to handle our desires for you if we let them go unfiltered this very instant.” Jongho chuckles, and the way you pout dramatically up at him has him kissing your forehead once more. “I’ll be sure to keep that in mind, Darling. You know I will.”

“Good,” you huff amusedly, “because you all seriously don’t know how insanely attractive it is when you let me catch a glimpse of those desires you all have for me. I love being wanted. I love feeling needed.”

A low, content growl escapes his lips as he rolls over, pinning you beneath him.

“Is that so?” He hums, eyes shining as he stares down at you with nothing but love in his gaze. “Then it must drive you wild to know that you are the only one we will ever want. The only one we will ever need.”

The way you physically shiver in his hold does not go unnoticed by him.

“You are the only one who could please us in such intricate ways, My Darling. A single glance, and we fall to our knees. A simple touch, and we come undone.” He voices lowly, burying his face into the side of your neck as he trails his lips up to nip at your ear. “No one but you could ever-“ he catches himself, “has ever done that to us before.”

Your one hand comes up to tangle in his locks while the other desperately clings onto his back. The small press of your nails into the skin of his back has a pleasant shiver running down his spine.

“What we wouldn’t give to stimulate you in any and every way we know how.” He continues, brushing his nose against the column of your throat. “Mind, body, soul: we want it all.”

“It’s yours,” your reply is breathless, and you can hear the way his own breath hitches. “As you give yours, I will always give my own in return.”

He pulls away to stare deeply into your eyes, the first of his tears beginning to slide freely down his cheek. He blinks.

“If it’s not mutual,” you begin.

“Then, you don’t want it.” He finishes, his lips pulling upwards tenderly as his eyes shine with the weight of his happiness. “The feeling is, and always will be, requited, My Queen.”

You smile softly, leaning up to peck his lips, “My King.”

A pleasant shiver caresses his spine.

“I could never grow tired of hearing you call me that, My Darling.” He admits, quickly wiping away his tears as he continues to stare down at you.

“Then, I shall never stop.” You hum, tenderly caressing the side of his face with the tips of your fingers. “I should probably also mention that I positively adore when you call me your ‘Darling’, Baby Bear. Almost as much as I love when you call me Your Queen.”

“And I shall never tire of letting such wondrous titles be bestowed upon you from my lips.” He smiles, leaning in to pepper kisses all over your face. “My Queen.” A kiss. “My Darling.” Another. “Mine.”

A pleased rumble escapes his chest as he pulls away to stare deeply into your eyes.

“My Darling Queen.” His voice is low, as if to not disturb the feeling of this moment surrounding the both of you. A second later, and his lips are back on yours.

The kiss is slow; sensual. No expectations, and no more than what the other is willing to give. A simpleness which allows you to fully revel in the other’s presence, tongues languidly moving together as you hum contently.

Softly, Jongho grinds himself into you, and you can feel the weight of his semi-hard cock resting against your thigh.

You moan, and he takes this time to part from your lips in order to drag his own down your neck.

“Have I ever told you how perfect you are?” He mumbles against your skin, nuzzling his face affectionately against you.

You hum, a pleasant pull of your lips upwards, “You’ve mentioned it once or twice.”

“So, what I’m hearing is: ‘not enough’.” He grins, fingers dancing along your sides as he pulls himself in closer.

You giggle, and he swear it’s one of the sweetest sounds he’s ever heard in his life.

“How about you tell me all about that later?” You meet his gaze, a certain fondness shining within that causes his heart to stutter in his chest. “For now: less talking, more kissing.”

Jongho laughs, “As you wish, My Queen.”

The next twenty minutes are spent just revelling in each other’s embrace. Your lips only part briefly to drag down the other’s skin, nipping affectionately at the other’s neck and upper chest. You’ve even managed to roll back over, resting on top of him as he holds you close.

Every touch is tender. Every kiss manages to take your breath away. The feeling of his body pressed against yours, perfectly content to hold you in his arms has you smiling the whole time. His hands grip your body firmly, one caressing your upper spine while the other settles on your thigh. Every so often, you can feel him squeezing your flesh appreciatively, only causing you to moan into his mouth.

“I could never tire of this,” he sighs blissfully, resting his forehead against your own as his eyes fall shut.

You sit up, gazing down at him with nothing but affection in your eyes. A soft smile tugs at your lips, and you can feel your heart warming as he stares back up at you with nothing but love held in his gaze.

“Jongho,” you cup his cheek, “I wish to feel you again, My King.”

His lips part in a breathless moan, “Please.”

Shifting slightly, you grasp his hard cock in your one hand. Pumping him a few times, you line his tip up with your entrance before slowly sinking down on him once more.

Your breathing deepens as you feel every inch of him beginning to stretch your walls out for the second time this evening. All of that kissing and subtle touching has made you wet enough for him to slide right back in, walls fluttering as soon as he is fully sheathed within you.

His fingers dig into the skin of your hips, a content rumble escaping his chest as he feels you resting on top of him. Slowly, you lean over him, settling yourself until you’re both comfortable once more.

A pleased hum escapes you, your warmth pulsing around him as you nuzzle into his chest.

“Cockwarming, Darling?” His eyebrow quirks slightly, an amused pull to his lips.

“I just enjoy the intimacy it brings.” You mumble, tightening your grip around him. “But if it’s too much, we can stop.”

“No, no,” Jongho is quick to shake his head, his one hand tenderly caressing your spine. “I love it all the same. I just wasn’t expecting you to be in to this sort of thing.”

You giggle. “There’s plenty that I’m in to that you all don’t know yet.”

“Oh?” The corner of his lips quirks upwards. “And just what might that be, Darling?”

“All in due time, Baby Bear,” you lean upwards to place a kiss onto the underside of his jaw. “Though, you’re all doing incredibly well with aligning with my kinks, even unknowingly.”

“Really?”

You nod.

A pleased growl escapes him. “Then, I’m glad.”

“I didn’t know you would be in to using a tail in the moment.” You spare a grin up at him. “That was insanely sexy of you.”

“I’m glad you enjoy such a part of me.” His voice is low, shifting his hips pleasantly against your own. “It means more to me than you’ll ever know.”

You hum, moving to rest your hand beside your head over his chest. Tenderly, you begin to brush your thumb over his skin, eyes falling shut as you revel in this moment with him. The way you can hear his heart steadily beating in time with your own has a smile pulling onto your face.

“Wait,” your hand stills, “You’re not telling me that you actually have a tail, are you? That wasn’t just a part of your powers?”

At the way he remains silent, you’re quick to look up at him. Excitement is quick to dance behind your irises, and you cannot help the grin that takes over your features.

“Every day I find out something that just makes you even more insanely attractive, Baby Bear.” You sigh blissfully, resting your head back on his chest.

“You mean you’re not weirded out?” His voice is a little timid; hesitant in how you may react.

“Of course I’m not weirded out!” You meet his gaze. “Monster fucker, remember?”

“Ah, but how could I forget.” He chuckles, placing his lips tenderly against the crown of your head. “I should have known you’d be interested in our demon forms.”

“Demon forms?” This catches your attention immediately, your head whipping up to look at him more intently.

“Our true demonic forms are something we agreed to not reveal to you until the time is right.” He admits lowly. “We didn’t want to ever scare you away.”

“But what about now?” You tilt your head slightly in curiosity.

“What about now?” His brow furrows.

“Would you show me if I asked?” You blink at him, somewhat innocently, and Jongho cannot help the way his heart skips a beat in his chest.

“If that is something you desired,” he breathes, fingertips beginning to tremble against your sides. “Yes.”

The smile that stretches across your features is nothing short of brilliant, a giddiness shining within your gaze as you look at him.

“I mean, only show me if you are comfortable with it, Jongho,” you say, “but I would love to see your true form.”

For a moment, all Jongho can do is blink up at you. He swears his heart has stopped beating, only for it to positively thunder beneath his chest as he continues to watch you stare down at him in wonder. The way he can physically see your excitement, feeling you begin to shake beneath his touch, warms his heart more than you’ll ever know.

Softly, you feel that faint touch from earlier in the night caress the skin of your thigh. Your breath hitches as you look down to see his tail meticulously wrapping itself back around your thigh, the spaded tip brushing against you tenderly. It’s black in colour, and quite thin, but at the firm way he holds it against you, you know that it’s strong.

Turning back to Jongho, you smile tenderly. A reassurance that he could never scare you away. Not now. Not like this. You love him too much for that.

The hands he has resting on your sides begin to grip you a little firmer, the tips of his fingers pressing into your flesh. Small points begin to prick at your skin, and you spare a glance downwards to see his nails sharpen into pitch black claws. They aren’t very long by any means, but they certainly feel deadly enough against your skin. Skin of which you know he does his utmost to cradle gentle, refusing to so much as draw a single drop of your blood despite the way they dig into your sides.

Turning your attention back to his face, you notice how he’s staring at you somewhat hesitantly still. There’s a minor fear shining within his eyes as he looks at you, swallowing thickly as your hand comes up to caress the side of his face.

“I love you, Jongho.” You lean in to rest your forehead on his, noses brushing as you assure him in any and every way you can. “You won’t ever scare me away.”

Softly, he nods, his own eyes fluttering shut as you pull away from him.

The first thing that you notice change is his skin. The pigmentation lightens, paling beneath the dull light of the moon which filters in through his open windows at the side. His jaw becomes the slightest bit more angular, lips parting to reveal rows upon rows of thin, razor sharp teeth, reminiscent of an angler fish.

You can tell he’s doing his best not to scare you still, forcing his lips to curl over his teeth in a way that hides most of them. Though, at the way your thumb comes up to trace over his bottom lip, he seems to relax beneath your touch.

The next thing you notice, is how his ears seems to sharpen into points. The tips poke through his soft strands of dark red hair, and you cannot help but reach upwards and trace a finger over the tip.

Jongho shivers beneath your touch, his eyes blinking open in the next second.

The deepest of blacks stare up at you from within hallowed eyes, glinting beneath the light of the moon. Still, you can see the faintest bit of fear shining within, and you do not miss the way his entire body tenses beneath your own. It’s almost as if he’s waiting for you to start screaming in terror at him, fingers trembling as he fights against every urge to make you stay with him were you to suddenly spring from his lap and choose to run away.

His eyes search your own.

Jongho can hear the way your heart positively races beneath your chest, but he cannot tell whether it’s good or bad. That expression of awe is still resting on your features, and with every second that passes, he finds himself relaxing more and more beneath your touch.

Softly, your hands come up to cradle his face. Leaning in, you rest your forehead against his own. Your eyes flutter shut.

“You are so unbelievably beautiful, Jongho.” You breathe out, voice barely even above a whisper. “Thank you. For trusting me with this.”

Unknowingly, he breathes a sigh of relief, a huge weight lifting off of his shoulders.

“My Queen,” as he speaks, you notice his voice has gotten deeper, an almost eerie screech accompanying his words.

Without wasting another second, you bring your lips to his, kissing him with all you are while he rests beneath you in his most vulnerable state. You pour every ounce of your emotions into it, letting him know that you are here, and you won’t ever leave him because of this. There is no part of him that could scare you away. Not now. Not ever.

The way you open your mind up to him so he can hear all of your thoughts washing over him this very second has tears springing to his eyes. One of his biggest fears was revealing himself to you one day only for you to become so terrified of him that you refused to look at him just like how it was at the beginning of your relationship. He never wants you to be afraid of him, and with how passionately you’re kissing him now, he knows that that will never be the case.

Pulling away from him, your thumbs continue to lovingly stroke over his cheeks. A soft smile rests on your features, eyes shining with nothing but fondness as you stare down at him.

“You know,” you hum, the corner of your lips quirking deviously, “if you want to wrap your tail around me more often, I am more than happy to accommodate it.”

Said appendage tightens around your thigh.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He breathes out, shifting himself back into those familiar soft features of his human form.

Leaning back over him, you peck his lips lightly. A moment later, and you’ve settled yourself back onto his chest, humming contently.

“So, do all of you look the same in your demon forms then?” You ask, voice holding that wondrous tone of curiosity he’s become so used to from you.

“A few of us look similar in certain ways, while we vary in others. All of our fangs and claws are unique to us, though.” He responds. “San and Mingi have horns. Yunho has antlers. Wooyoung has wings. Both Yeosang and Seonghwa have wings and tails, but Joong doesn’t really have any extra features like we do. Still, he can appear the most terrifying out of all of us.”

Your mind begins reeling at this newfound information, and your grip subconsciously tightens around him. Rapidly, you blink, mouth gaping as you attempt to find the words to say.

“I mean, at this point it shouldn’t surprise me,” you say. “But still… fuck.”

Jongho chuckles beneath you, loving the way you physically tremble within his hold from the excitement coursing through your veins. The way your warmth seems to rhythmically clench around him has a moan nearly escaping his lips.

“Feeling okay, Darling?” He grins, hand tenderly stroking along your spine once more.

“My little gremlin brain is going feral right now,” you reply honestly.

“Oh?” He quirks an amused brow. “Is it, now?”

“Believe me, you don’t want to know.” You smile, somewhat tightly.

“What if I told you that we love catching glimpses of your desires for us, Darling?” There’s a knowing gleam to his eyes as he meets your gaze.

This time, it’s your turn to quirk a brow. “Is that so?”

“We love knowing you want us as much as we want you.” He says, and you’re briefly reminded of that talk all those months ago at the mall.

“Alright then, Baby Bear,” the corner of your lips twitches upwards. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

For the nth time this evening, you allow him access to your unfiltered thoughts.

A pleased growl escapes him immediately as every emotion and desire you are feeling in this moment washes over him. He can sense your giddiness, but also your awe, wonder, and need which flits through your mind shamelessly as your thoughts swirl with these newfound revelations.

You’re curious, yes, but you’re also grateful. Grateful for being allowed a glimpse at another part of their lives. Something so minuscule to them means the world to you, and you will never forget the trust Jongho has shown you tonight by not only divulging this topic, but allowing you to glance such a state of his being.

Every thought he hears, every emotion he feels, only solidifies everything he’s already known. You are perfect for him, for all of them, and he will never forget this night for as long as he lives. An intimacy which he’ll keep to himself for as long as he can. Especially at hearing some of your more raunchy thoughts.

A low, pleased rumble escapes his chest.

“Already picturing me ravishing you in my true form?” The smirk that pulls onto his features reveals just a glimpse of his teeth which begin elongating into those thin fangs once more.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about it since you showed me.” You hum, closing your mind link off for the time being.

The snarl that greets your ears in response has you chuckling above him.

“I’m glad I’m not the only one who enjoys the thought.” A grin pulls at your lips, nuzzling yourself deeper against him for the moment.

“It doesn’t just have to be a thought, My Darling,” his voice rumbles out, low and seductive right by your ear. The way you clench around him again has him rolling his hips lightly against your own. “I thought I made it clear that I always want to make all of your dreams come true.”

“You already have,” a pleased hum escapes your lips, placing a tender kiss onto the skin of his chest.

“Darling,” the affectionate call of your name has a hint of a whine to it. “You cannot tempt me with something so unbelievable carnal, and not expect me to want to partake in it with you.”

Slowly, teasingly, you sit back up to your full height.

You rest your hands on his chest, staring down at him with hooded eyes, “I-“

A furrow tugs at your brow, tilting your head slightly as you begin to hear something faint in the background. Looks like his blood has already heightened your senses tenfold.

Immediately, concern is pulling at Jongho’s features.

“Is everything alright, Darling?” He sits up.

You lift a finger as if to tell him to wait a moment, frown deepening as you listen intently to your surroundings.

That familiar buzz begins to sound once more.

“I think my phone is ringing.” You blink a few times, beginning to climb off of him.

“Your phone?” This time, it’s his turn to tilt his head in inquiry.

“I always keep it on silent, but I swear I can hear it buzzing from my room.” You stand, worry tugging at your features. “It only rings through if someone is trying to get a hold of me, and they call within a few minutes of the first one.”

Tossing a spare blanket over your shoulders, you’re quick to exit his room. The buzzing seems to be getting louder with every step you take towards your own, and you cannot help but quicken your pace.

Something must be wrong for someone to be calling you this late at night.

Bursting through your door, you see Jongho already standing there, a pair of sweatpants hanging dangerously low over his hips with your phone in hand. A black screen greets your gaze as he hands it to you, and you purse your lips in worry. Only, before you can so much as click the home button, an incoming call begins shining on the screen.

It’s your sister, and you don’t think twice before answering.

“Crystal?” The concern is clear in your voice. “What’s-“

A terrified sob of your name greets you in response, and you feel your blood run cold.

“There’s someone-“ she inhales shakily, “strange man-“ a crackle of static, “hurt Vasco.”

“Slow down,” you attempt to calm your sister, sitting in the chair closest to you as Jongho places a comforting hand onto your shoulder. “What’s going on? You’re not coming through clearly. Is it the baby?”

Another terrified sob of your name escapes her.

“Threatened-“ a break in the line, “tear him-“ static, “my womb.”

You swear that you stop breathing. You don’t need to hear the full sentence to know exactly what has your sister so fearful right now. Not to mention if either Malik or Dimitri broke in and hurt Vasco like she’s inferred, she must be terrified. Strange men breaking an entering is one thing, but threatening and actually hurting someone is another entirely.

“Crystal,” your voice comes out much shakier than before, your hand coming up to squeeze Jongho’s for support. “Where are you now?”

“Home!” She cries, words slurring together. “Won’t let me-“ a loud crackle, “until you get here.”

“Don’t worry, Crys, I’ll be there soon.” You assure her, doing whatever you can to calm your racing heart as you spring to your feet. “I won’t let anything happen to you, or Elijah.”

“Please,” a loud screech of static fills the line, “hurry.”

A second later, and the line goes dead.

You don’t even have to think before your body is moving to your closet, throwing on the first pair of clothes you can see. Jongho stands in the doorway, a worried pull to his brow as he watches your scramble to get ready.

“Darling-“

“We need to help her,” you cut him off, clear panic in your tone. “If anything happens to her, Vasco, or their unborn child-“

“Darling.” He manages to catch you as you pace from one side of your closet to the other, his hands holding you in place as they rest on your arms. “Take a breath. It’ll be okay, but we need to think this through first.”

“What is there to think about, Jongho?” Your own hands come up to grasp his arms, nails biting into his skin. “My sister and her family are in danger right now. Malik or Dimitri could be torturing them as we speak. You heard her just as I did, he threatened to tear Elijah from her womb!”

“I understand you’re worried-“

“Worried?” Your eyes are wide; wild. “I’m fucking terrified, Jongho. My sister’s life is at risk because of me.”

“It’s not your fault.” For once, he manages to get out a sentence without you interrupting him. “We need to regroup, and think this through.”

“There’s no time for that,” you say, pulling yourself away from him in order to toss one of your hoodies in his direction. “We need to go to her right now.”

“Darling, this might be a trap to lure you out.” There’s a hint of exasperation to his tone as he pulls on your hoodie.

A sort of desperation shines within his eyes as he pleads with you to see reason. Something isn’t quite adding up. The call, if anything, should have come through clear. There’s nothing to interfere with the signal in their domain, and if Crystal was calling you from her home, it should have gone uninterrupted. Beside, her voice sounded… off.

Unfortunately, panic seems to be blinding you for the moment.

“If anything happens to that child I would never forgive myself.” You reply, meeting his gaze. “Especially not after that promise I made.”

“I’m well aware of that promise.” He inclines his head firmly. “But-“

“Then, we can’t waste anymore time.” You cut him off once more, grabbing his arm and dragging him from your room. You pause only momentarily to meet his gaze. “Take me to her house. Please, Jongho. I need to go right now.”

Releasing a sigh, Jongho places his hand onto your lower back, immediately transporting you both right outside Crystal’s front door. No lights are on inside, and the house is eerily quiet, but that doesn’t prevent you from shakily pulling out the key from its hiding place and unlocking the front door.

Cautiously, Jongho looks around the area, not sensing anything out of the ordinary. All of their wards seem to be intact, too. Hell, it’s almost as if nothing has happened recently, or even been around to disturb the peacefulness of the house lately.

We have a problem. His voice is quick to echo out to all of his brothers.

If you’re about to rub your special evening in-

You think I would start with ‘we have a problem’ if I were to really do that?Jongho cuts Wooyoung off immediately. This is serious.

What’s going on? There’s concern lingering within Hongjoong’s voice as he asks this, the others finally able to pick up on the worry Jongho seems to be radiating currently.

Is everything okay? It’s San, and the youngest doesn’t have to be looking at him to know the elder’s brow is furrowed.

I’m not sure yet, but just get home and wait for us to get back. Jongho instructs, and he can hear understanding pass through all of his brothers. I’ll handle things for now.

Seven faint brushes are felt against your mind, and you spare a glance at Jongho out of the corner of your eyes.

Taking a deep breath in, you open the front door.

The second thing that should have alerted you to something being wrong, is the fact that the alarm is still on when you enter the house.

Your brow furrows slightly, pushing your way into the front entrance. Jongho follows close behind, shutting the door soundlessly in the next second.

After disarming the security system, you’re quick to look around the front foyer. Nothing seems out of place, nor does anything appear broken or damaged. In fact, everything seems perfectly fine for the time being, absolutely nothing out of the ordinary that you can see.

Your heart thumps loudly in your chest.

“Crystal?” You call out cautiously, taking a light step forward into the house. You crouch slightly, eyes darting every which way. “Are you here?”

Not even the dog can be heard. No whimpers, or whines. Nothing.

“Something’s not right,” you mutter, fear clear on your features as you continue to creep towards the kitchen.

Not even Jongho can sense any other presences in the house besides your own, and his worry only skyrockets.

“Wait here.” He briefly meets your gaze, a small battle axe appearing in his left hand.

You don’t even have time to protest before he’s disappeared, reappearing only a few moments later. He shakes his head, lips tugging downwards in a frown.

“There’s no one at home.” He says, walking around the kitchen island and peering into the backyard cautiously.

“What?” Your stomach drops, a chill running over your entire body and settling deep within your bones.

Without wasting another moment, you pull out your phone. Dialling your sister’s number, you press the device to your ear. You can barely hear it ringing through over the rush of blood, but you do whatever you can to focus on that lone sound.

She doesn’t answer, so you call again.

By the third ring, Crystal finally picks up.

“Hello?” A groggy voice greets your ears, followed by a questioning call of your name. “Why are you calling me at three in the morning on a Sunday?”

Your heart stops.

“Are you okay? What’s going on?” Your voice is a bit frantic, but you don’t care.

“I’m fine.” Your sister sounds annoyed. “You’re the one who called me.”

“I thought-“ you breathe a long sigh through your nose, heartbeat continuing to race wildly inside your chest. “Nevermind, I think the dream I had was just too real.”

“Okay, well,” she yawns rather pointedly. “As long as you’re okay.”

“Yeah, yeah,” your eyes dart around her empty kitchen. “Where are you, anyways?”

“Vasco and I took a weekend trip to just get away. I thought mom told you.” She replies, and you can hear the furrow in her brows. “Why? Is something wrong?”

“No, no,” you’re quick to assure her, watching as Jongho paces from one window to the next. “I was just worried about you guys. And the baby.”

A soft snort is heard as she yawns again, quite loudly. “We’re all fine. Elijah isn’t due for another two weeks, unless he decides to come early.”

Faintly, you register Vasco’s voice mumbling in the background, only for your sister to reply that she’s talking with you.

“Alright, well, sorry for disturbing you.” You frown, turning to rest against the edge of the counter. “Go back to sleep.”

“Are you sure you’re alright?” She asks, but at the way her words are slurring together, you can tell she’s about to fall right back to sleep.

“Of course,” you smile tightly despite her being unable to see you. “Get some rest.”

A hum is all you receive, followed by a muffled ‘love you’ into the phone. You’re quick to say it back, ending the call shortly after the fact.

Running a hand over your face, you rub at your eyes. Shaking your head, you finally move to turn around.

The moment you turn around, your breath hitches in your throat.

A silver arrow is aimed directly at your heart as the man holds a red bow. A scar rests over his left eye, and he cannot seem to tear his gaze from you.

“You are far too gullible for your own good.” A deep voice greets your ears, a smirk accompanying his smug expression.

“Dimitri.” You breathe out, eyes flitting between his figure, and Jongho who stands off to the side with a grimace on his face.

“You survived me once, but not again.” He clicks his tongue before motioning over to Jongho. “Any sudden movements, and I won’t miss sinking this arrow right into her chest.”

Again, your eyes shift to Jongho.

“Go ahead, and see what happens if you call another one of them for aid.” He practically sneers, and you notice a few other figures appearing from deep within the shadows.

There only seems to be about three males with him, but hunters, warlocks, or both, you cannot tell. Two of them move to restrain Jongho, while one makes his way over towards you.

Slowly, you raise your hands in front of yourself in a defensive stance.

“Please, I know you don’t want to do this.” You keep your voice calm; steady.

“You don’t know what I want!” He shouts, the whole house practically shaking in response.

“Then what do you want, Dimitri.” It’s faint, but there’s a hint of pity held within your voice as you address him.

Jongho’s eyes dart to you, nothing but worry shining through as he is forced to drop the hold he has on the axe in his hand.

“I want to see you dead for killing the woman I love.” He snarls, taking a menacing step forward.

“I didn’t kill her, Dimitri.” You shake your head softly. “I didn’t kill her, and you know that.”

It’s slight, but his brow twitches.

“Bullshit.” He sneers. “If you didn’t kill her, than who did?”

“We both know the answer to that,” you reply, monitoring the man who creeps closer to you with every step. You begin to shift away, using your words to casually move around the counter. “We both know it was Miyeon who killed your wife and your two children without an ounce of remorse.”

“My Miyeon wouldn’t hurt anybody.” Dimitri snaps, his bow straining as he pulls just a little tighter on the string.

“Which is why she wanted to kill me.” Your blunt refutal has his jaw twitching.

“Only, you got to her first.” He seethes, gritting his teeth in ire.

You shake your head. “Dimitri, I know you’re still in there. The real you.”

“This is the real me, you heathen!” He spits, entire bow shaking in his grip. Whether from rage, or something else entirely, you cannot tell. “Miyeon set me free, and now you’ve destroyed everything she’s worked so hard for.”

“Set you free, or made you a slave to her will?” You quirk a brow, subtly continuing to inch away from the man getting closer to you with every slow step.

“You know nothing.” Dimitri hisses, whole body visibly shaking now.

“I know that if you truly wanted to kill me, you would have done so by now.” You state, rather blankly, and you watch him freeze in his spot. “I know that from what I’ve heard, your aim is second only to King Yeosang’s, because he was the one who trained you.”

You don’t know how you maintain the steadiness of your voice, but you do recognize the three lackeys around you hesitate in their movements. Subtly, Jongho subdues the two attempting to hold him back while you keep Dimitri’s gaze focussed on you. Even the third is none the wiser, stilling in his approach as you manage to angle Dimitri away from his line of vision.

“Even now, you strain against her hold.” You observe, noticing how white his knuckles are as he grips his bow for dear life. “You know this is wrong, that this isn’t who you truly are. Which is why you continue to hesitate striking me down. I have done nothing against you, Dimitri. Miyeon has.”

Jongho takes out the third man, quietly laying his body on the floor and out of sight.

“Shut up!” Dimitri commands, voice rattling the windows with how loudly he shouts. “My love for her knows no bounds! I would do anything for her, and once she rules over the realms, nothing can stop us.”

“She told you, then, that you aren’t who she planned to actually have rule at her side?” You inquire, pressing yourself against the back door as he takes another menacing step towards you.

Jongho summons his axe back to his hand.

“I’m well aware of her plans with Malik.” He steps slightly to the side, and you notice that he’s been mirroring your every move, circling the counter on the opposite end.

The kitchen island remains the only obstacle between the both of you.

“Oh, no, Dimitri.” You shake your head, feigning concern. “It is not Malik whom I speak of.”

“There is no one else.” He retorts, rather pointedly.

“You and I know that’s not true.” You take a deep breath, eyes briefly flitting to Jongho who approaches Dimitri from behind. “You and I know that there was only ever one man she would claim the throne with, and she’d ensnare him exactly as she’s ensnared you.”

“Who?” His gaze is deadly, but there’s something deeper that shines within his eyes. A sort of helplessness within that screams to be seen as he continues to glare at you.

His brow twitches once more.

“The one who trained you with a bow.”

The arrow is loosed before you even have time to react.

The sound of glass shattering as you get thrown through the back door greets your ears, nearly muffled by the roar of anger that echoes throughout the house. You land harshly on your back, feeling the harsh sting of broken glass digging into your skin.

Luckily, no arrow protrudes from your body.

Fear grips you unlike ever before as you hear low snarling coming from inside of the house. Scrambling back to your feet, you rush back into the kitchen, seeing the silver arrow resting on the ground with blood glinting from the tip.

You just have enough time to raise your head to see Jongho appear in front of you once more. A grunt of pain escapes him as a spell meant for you hits him square in the chest.

Immediately, blood begins dripping onto the floor by Jongho’s feet, and you see him fall to his knees.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you see Dimitri begin to approach.

“No!” Your body reacts before your mind has a chance to process what’s happening.

Grabbing the discarded arrow from the floor, you practically leap over Jongho’s collapsed form. With all of your might, you swing your arm, moving to stab Dimitri in the side with that silver arrow. Your hands burn, but you ignore the sting, feeling the way blood coats your skin as the weapon meets it’s target.

Stumbling backwards, Dimitri grips at his fresh wound.

“This isn’t over.” He growls out before disappearing right before your very eyes.

You allow yourself three seconds to make sure he’s not coming back before you’re turning to face Jongho. He can barely support himself as he slouches on the floor, one hand shakily keeping him upright as he can barely lift his head. His breathing is laboured, and he can barely form the words to speak, but he still manages to lift his head.

“Jongho,” you rush over to him, tears immediately lining your vision as you collapse onto your knees beside him. “Oh, Jongho.”

Broken shards of glass dig into your flesh, but the dull sting is nothing compared to the suffocation strangling your heart right now as he falls into your embrace.

“I’m so sorry,” your chest heaves with every breath, watching as more of his blood begins to soak into the material of your sweater that he wears. It doesn’t look like he’s able to move all that much, let alone heal himself.

“Oh god,” your eyes frantically look over his upper body, mind reeling with what you should do, what you can do to help.

A vision of the front foyer greets you, and you hold him closer to your chest as you squeeze your eyes shut. You need to contact the others before this gets any worse.

Blinking your eyes open, you nearly collapse at the sight that rests before you. Your breath hitches in your throat, looking around frantically as if your mind is playing tricks on you. You can’t be back in the front foyer already, it’s impossible.

Tightening your grip on Jongho, you decide to trust your senses for the moment, despite your better judgment. Besides, he probably had just enough strength to teleport the both of you back home.

Your void falls.

“Guys!” Your voice is frantic, your fear and desperation coming through as clear as day. You swallow thickly, doing whatever you can to keep your tears at bay and emotions in check. “Help!”

Instantly, all seven of them are surrounding you.

A low curse escapes Wooyoung’s lips as they take in the sight that greets them all in the foyer. He knew they should have immediately went to you as soon as Jongho reached out to them, but he had faith the youngest would be able to protect you. Never could any of them have expect this.

“What happened?” Yunho’s voice is soft as he addresses you, kneeling in beside you as his brothers surround the two of you from all sides.

Carefully, San, Mingi, and Seonghwa all lift Jongho onto the front desk after Hongjoong clears the top of items.

Your hands tremble, and you immediately are standing right beside Jongho’s head. Carefully, you place your bloody hands onto the side of his face, noticing how he can barely keep his eyes open as his brothers begin to inspect his wounds.

“Dimitri,” your entire being shakes, fingers practically clinging onto Jongho for the moment. “He- he-“

You’re this close to hyperventilating, your chest feeling as if something is crushing you from the inside out.

“Breathe, Dearest,” Yeosang manages to step in beside you, turning you to meet his gaze in the next second.

Taking a deep breath in to steady yourself, your eyes flutter closed.

“It’s all my fault,” the words are barely above a whisper, but you know you’ve caught all of their attention. “He-“ you breath stutters as you inhale shakily. “Ambush.”

You do not fail to miss the way all of their breaths hitch in their throats.

“Petal,” there’s nothing but concern in Yunho’s voice as he takes a step in closer to you.

“No. Don’t coddle me.” You shake your head, stepping away from all of them as you feel all of their worried gazes turn towards you. “If I had just listened.”

Anger is beginning to replace the fear coursing through your veins. Anger at yourself for being so reckless and irrational. If you had just stopped to think.

“What happened?” It’s Hongjoong that asks, the sound of tearing fabric accompanying his words.

You lift your head to meet his gaze. “He jumped in front of a spell that was meant for me.”

A groan is heard from Jongho on the table, and you can just tell he’s fighting to keep his eyes open at this point. Slowly, you notice blood beginning to leak out of his mouth and you swallow thickly.

“I got a call.” You continue, pacing in front of them all as your hands run over the top of your head frantically. “I thought it was from my sister. I thought she was in danger. I though the baby-“ your voice catches in your throat. “I didn’t think.”

You still, eyes squeezing shut as you fight off your tears for the moment. You can practically feel Jongho’s blood smearing against your skin with every frantic movement of your hands over your face, but you don’t care.

“He told me to wait. He told me to think this through.” Your whole body begins trembling once more. “I didn’t listen, and now he’s bleeding out because of me. It’s all my fault.”

A soft call of your name from Seonghwa catches your attention.

“You know that’s not true.” He approaches you carefully, a look of sad understanding resting on his features.

Every step he takes forward, you take one back, shaking your head all the while. The frantic beating of your heart is the only thing you seem to be able to focus on for the time begin, ignoring the worried looks all seven males send your way.

“Just-“ you inhale sharply, chest stuttering with each breath, “tell me he’s going to be okay. Tell me I didn’t just kill a man I love.”

“He’ll be fine, Starlight,” Mingi assures you, nothing but concern dripping from his gaze as he turns to look at you. “We’ve all suffered much worse than some measly little spell before.”

You briefly glance upwards to meet his eyes. Your lower lip wobbles.

“We’ve already healed his external injuries.” Wooyoung smiles softly at you, wanting to ease your heartache as much as he can.

Your void still rests open, and each of them can feel your unfiltered emotions washing over them. The fear and self-loathing they can sense is enough to suffocate their own hearts, and they know that it’s nothing compared to what you’re feeling yourself at this very moment in time.

“He’s going to be fine, Baby.” San nods assuringly in your direction.

“He just needs rest.” Yeosang blinks up at you, his hand resting lightly over Jongho’s chest.

Slowly, your breathing begins to even out and you approach the front desk carefully. There’s a slight hesitance to your steps as you get closer, hands continuing to shake. As soon as you come to stand beside him, you go to reach out to Jongho, but you stop yourself, hand hovering just beside his face.

“You know he doesn’t blame you for this.” Seonghwa watches you carefully, gaze darting between your crestfallen expression and trembling hand. “He- we could never blame you for this.”

“How can you not?” Your voice is broken, fingers twitching in mid-air. “It’s my fault he got hurt. It’s my fault I didn’t listen.”

“You shouldn’t blame yourself, Petal.” Yunho approaches you carefully, not wanting to scare you away. “He made the choice to protect you. We all did. There’s no fault in that.”

“And we know he’d do it all over again, too.” Hongjoong manages to meet your gaze, nothing but sincerity shining behind his orbs.

“You don’t know that,” you bite your lower lip, noticing how Jongho’s head tilts slightly in your direction.

Immediately, your hand is on him, stepping in closer as you feel your heart squeeze painfully in your chest. His eyes aren’t even open, and you fail to see the way his own fingers twitch as he aches to pull you closer into his embrace.

Lowly, you can hear him attempt to speak.

You hold your breath.

“You’re-“ his words slur together, chest stuttering as he inhales sharply, “at fault.”

The room goes deadly silent as Jongho loses consciousness, body falling limp on that front desk.

Your entire body goes still as you forget how to breathe. Slowly, your eyes begin to sting, and the tears you had so desperately been holding back begin to spill down your cheeks. Your lower lip trembles uncontrollably, breaths stuttering with every desperate inhale of your lungs.

A step is taken backwards. Then another, and another as you begin to shake your head.

You fall, not even registering the ache in your hands, for the pain in your heart is too suffocating a feeling. Still, you continue to back away from them, retreating as if terrified of what they might do to you now.

A soft call of your name goes unnoticed by you, your whole body trembling as you see them all shift to get closer. Only, you perceive it as something else entirely, and a low whimper escapes your lips.

Their expressions fall.

Your gaze darts between one male and the next, thoughts muddled as they race through your mind. There’s a certain desperation shining within your gaze that none of them seem to pick up on as tears continue to stream down your face. Each breath becomes harder than the last, and you swear someone has reached inside and torn your heart right from your chest.

You can’t take this anymore. It’s all becoming too much. You just wish that you could be anywhere but here in this moment in time. It’s all too much.

In the blink of an eye, you disappear from sight.

370 notes · View notes

icypenguin · 4 months

Note

To follow up your collage au with lyney

What if the reader had social anxiety and hated people looking at them?

(Totally not speaking from experience)

★~ Lyney headcanons (college au) pt 2

OOOO SURE SURE AND ANON… IT’S OKAY DUDE IT’S RELATABLE🤝🤝🤝 BUT I GENUINELY APOLOGIZE I DIDN’T SEE MY INBOX…. 😞😞😞 I KNOW THIS IS SUPER LATE BUT BETTER LATE THAN NEVER THEY SAY HEHEHE but anyway please enjoyyyy!

★ ★ ★ ★ ★

- you’ll be a bit shocked when he first came by to you, he’s a popular one afterall. but by the way he talked to you as a stranger, it’s not much of a person would do. he was speaking to you calmly with not a loud voice, even better, he told his friends who always follow him to give him some space to talk to you so that you’ll not have a masive anxiety washing over.

- as time passes by, you got to know him better and you both understand eachother a lot more. he would motivate you to try and make friends with other people.

- you may not be that popular to the fact that you have social anxiety, but he doesn’t treat you any different than the others.

- when he first asked you to hangout, you were hesitant to say ‘yes’ knowing that some of his friends would come. nonetheless, he managed to convince you to come. during the hangout, he watched over you and tried to keep you comfy and happy.

- one day, you were assigned to do a presentation with him and some other classmates. at the front of your class, you felt like you were about to give up yet lyney held your hands to assure you that he’s by your side.

- being friends with a popular kid meaning attracting everyone’e attention. that was your biggest fear. when lyney accidentally attracted everyone’s eye on you and him you swear you we’re gonna melt by everyone’s staring eye on you both. with lyney knowing you so well, he ran, holding your hand, leading you to the empty classroom where he made sure you’re alright.

- if someone ever make fun of you, he will always be there to stand up for you. and unlike any other people who just humiliates you by being braver than you are, lyney would teach you everything to incease your bravery and confidence.

~ ficlet ~

the bell finally rang, signaling home time. you were packing your bag and getting ready to exit the classroom when all of the sudden, you felt two taps on your shoulder. as you looked behind, it was lyney masking his face with a warm smile. “hey y/n, me and some of my friends are gonna hangout after this. you wanna come?” he asked with a nice tone. you were taken aback by the question and needed a long time to decide. “hmm.. umm..” you were indecisively thinking wether or not go.. you don’t want to attract anyone’s attention by hanging out with him. but at the same time, you knew that he understands you and perhaps the best time to make friends? you finally said ‘yes’ and lyney lead you the way to meet up with his friends first. his friends greeted him with their special handshake, you were pretty grateful that noone really paid attention to your presence. that’s until one of his friend pointed you out “who’s this, lyney?” you could feel everyone’s eye staring at you. you were starting to fidget with your hand when lyney came closer to you. “oh this is y/n! she’s really kind, we both sit next to each other at class” by the compliment that lyney made, you blushed a bit. everyone started to introduce themselves to you and you shook hands with them as well. “your penguin keychain is so cute, y/n!” emma was really admiring the penguin keychain dangling on your bag. “thankyou..” you tried to make eye contact as best as you can. “where did you get it?” “um.. i think i got it from the mall” “oooh! cute!” emma had a cheerful vibe that you found cheering and somehow gave you a bit of motivation to talk to people.

afterward, you all went to the ice cream shop to chat while having some ice creams. during the walk, you were walking on the back since everyone was talking pretty loudly and it made you a bit nervous. ofcourse, lyney noticed and tried to make a conversation with you, “y/n, are you excited for our camping trip?”. with a shot, you said anything that came up in your head “yeah, i think it’ll be fun since we get to make s’mores!” you felt nice after saying that. “mm i guess you like s’mores too, huh?” lyney chuckled at the end then you nodded as a response. after a few minutes, you all arrived at the ice cream shop. “what are you going to order, y/n?” lyney asked while looking you then at the ice cream flavors. you too, looked at the flavorz “hmm probably classic chocolate” “don’t you want to try this rocky road?” lyney added an idea. “it does look yummy. alright i’ll try that one” you gave lyney a smile “awesome! i’ll get mint choco chips and cookie dough”. you ordered your ice cream in a cone, same for lyney and most of the others.

you decided to sit next to the window while lyney sit infront of you. as the others were talking about random stuffs, you were having a nice conversation with lyney. “is the ice cream good?” he asked, “mhm! this might be my new fav flavor” you were happy you got the rocky road. “i knew it! my recommendation didn’t fail to change your mind, did it?~” he wiggled his eybrows up and down while you giggled at his awfully trully circumstance. “wait y/n did you get rocky road too?” max asked who was sitting besdies lyney. you were scared that if you say ‘yes’ he would be mad you got the same thing as him, but you knew lying will turn things worse. “umm.. yes, i did” you tried to avoid eye contact with anyone. “cool! we got the same flavor! cheers!” your thought was the opposite as max was happy as you both were twinning.

the hangout didn’t go as bad as you expected, you got to know lyney better. most of all, he made you comfortable making a conversation with him and small ones with his friends.

★ ★ ★ ★ ★

thankyou for reading! i hope you all liked this. please i’m so sorry if i hurt any of your feelings if you do have social anxiety by thinking im making fun of you but i swear im not😞 nonetheless, i hope this fanfic makes you better!!! advices are accepted thankyou!

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #lyney x reader #genshin lyney #lyney x you #genshin headcanons #lyney headcanons

43 notes · View notes

haesunray · 2 months

Text

FINDING MEANING — l.dh, s.hb (PREVIEW)

PAIRING: (mainly) haechan x fem!reader, best friend! sung hanbin x reader

GENRE: major angst, eventual fluff, classmates to lovers, super slowburn.

PUBLISH DATE: to be determined.

WORD COUNT: to be determined.

WARNINGS: contains heavy and triggering topics. self-reflection, grief and unhealthy representations of mourning, character death (hanbin), reader goes through grieving process, self-harming behavior and drug abuse. A few sentences in the beginning about weight insecurity, fat-shaming, and weight loss. If any of these topics are triggering for you, please proceed with caution, or skip the fic. You are responsible for what you choose to read. Because this fic has pretty dark and serious topics, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Due to the nature of the fic, it will take a while to get into the Haechan x reader part, so if you’re looking for something lighter, this might not be the fic for you hehehe

SYNOPSIS: you had never been good at dealing with loss. with the passing of your best friend still a fresh wound in your heart, you find yourself alone in the dark, left to pick up the pieces of your grief.

then one day, against all odds, you find something that might just be your compass, in the shape of a boy named lee haechan, who swears he will stand by your side to navigate the storm.

And though the pain in your chest makes you struggle to breathe, he chooses to stand with you under the rubble of your broken world, and he shoulders some of the weight.

NOTES: a good friend of mine passed away very recently and I needed to write something to get it off my chest. Maybe this will help me process my grief, or maybe it won’t. But i found the process of this very therapeutic. I sobbed a lot while writing this, just because the main character is a reflection of how I’m feeling currently. It’s mainly a self-indulgent piece. I’ve experienced so much loss in the past few years, and this is a cathartic piece for me.

(Side note) I’m actually kinda nervous to post this since it’s literally my first fic on tumblr but I hope it goes well!

THEY SAY HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS, and you suppose they are right.

For your home had been left a heaping swelter of smoke and ash, doors torn from hinges and paint scraped from walls. There were no remnants of the solace you once held in your sacred home, now reduced to gunpowder and gasoline, and all that is left is a house that isn’t quite a home, leaving you feeling a stranger in your own house—an alien in your own body—and you can’t help but curse the very person who created that quote because how dare they make you feel so powerless, knowing that you had lost the very one who held your heart, and now you will never get it back.

The irony of the quote is not lost on you. The positive implications; that a home has no bounds, that four plaster walls and a shingled roof don’t fit the criteria. That instead, a home is made of flesh and blood and sweat and tears.

You found your home when you were six. You found him in Mrs. Park’s kindergarten class in the shape of a round boy named Sung Hanbin, with grubby glue stained fingers and paper cuts from the broken origami butterfly he had made you. Your home had a gummy smile and eyes that reminded you of summer days in Busan, and a heart so big, it made your home feel like a castle of gold and ivory. He invited you in and you made it your own, and the origami butterfly was the first decoration you placed on the shelves of your newfound house.

You protected your home when you were ten, earning a month of detention when you used a pair of your mother’s favorite kitchen scissors to cut off Sophie Jung’s long ponytail on the playground after she made him cry by calling him a ‘chubby potato,’ (and at the smile he gave you as you wiped away his tears, you realized you’d gratefully take a year of detention if it meant he’d smile at you like that again).

You’re fourteen when Park Jeongmin spreads rumors about you to your whole grade because you rejected him, and when the whispers start to crawl up your back and dig holes in your mind, Sung Hanbin is there to walk with you and defend your name. He pulled you into his warm, enveloping arms and told you not to listen to the whispers, and yet he was the one who seemed to be stewing in anger. It was the first time you had seen Hanbin angry, and it was the only time he had ever gotten in trouble at school (and after punching Park Jeongmin straight in the nose and getting cleaning duty for the whole spring semester, he told you that he’d do it again if you asked him to).

You both were eighteen when he grew into his body and his beauty finally became noticed by more than just you. You protected him when he overworked himself over and over and over again, when he would run until his knees buckled and his chest collapsed, chasing an unattainable goal built on a road of the insecurities you tried to convince him were his own perfection. You held him when he refused to eat and sat with him when he cried, and you tried to hug his demons away even when they told him he wasn’t trying hard enough. You whispered in his ear that he was worth every bit of love you held and more, that every inch of your home was worthy of being lived in and loved, that it doesn’t matter what shade the walls are or how expensive it was, he was your home and you would never change a thing about it. And that no matter how many people looked at him now that he was conventionally attractive, you had always seen him as beautiful.

It’s New Year’s Eve of last year, and you both are twenty-two and more than a little drunk when you share a kiss. Had you both been more sober, it probably wouldn’t have happened. After all, at a Christmas party a few days earlier you’re sure you saw him ogling the boy from your poli-sci class, Zhang Hao—who had been taking up more and more of Hanbin’s time these days—but yet here he was, the boy who was nothing less than perfect in your eyes, pulling you by your flushed cheeks as the timer ticked down to one, and when the world erupted in cheers as the new year emerged, your ears fell into a calm hush, because Sung Hanbin’s gleaming eyes had fluttered shut and his lips finally met yours.

It was the one and only kiss you guys shared, and yet, despite the alcohol in your system, it was committed to your eternal memory, a vivid painting you had framed and hung in your home.

As the night came and went and the morning took its place, he woke you up how he usually did after a night of drinking; with a cup of coffee, a few ibuprofen, and a plate full of food, and no matter how much you wanted to say something about what happened the night before, you didn’t. And he didn’t either.

Maybe you both were pretending it didn’t happen. Or maybe he didn’t think it was important enough to bring up. Hell, maybe he didn’t even remember it. All you knew was that you were too chicken shit to open a can of worms that shouldn’t even be opened, because you thought it was better to keep your mouth shut if it meant keeping him.

Minutes turned to hours and hours turned to nights. Your calls going unanswered and rain checks from him created a monster inside you named jealousy. He was slipping through your fingers, opening the doors of your house to someone new. You hated the person it made you; hated the person you became. You locked the doors and chained him up. You protected his gold-filled heart because it was worth more than money, worth more than jewels, worth more than anything because he was your home and you couldn’t bear to open the doors to someone he might just like living there more.

Maybe it’s the vile, bitter taste of regret that runs through your veins right now, thinking that maybe if you had told him earlier about how you felt, it wouldn’t have come out sideways. Maybe if you had been less pathetic and scared to let him know, he wouldn’t have walked out the door last night. He wouldn’t have gotten in his car and left. Maybe he’d be in your arms right now, and you’d be joking about how silly Ricky’s hair looked or bickering over what to make for dinner tonight. Maybe if you had said something earlier, an unresolved argument wouldn’t be the last conversation you’d ever have.

They say home is where the heart is, and you suppose they are right. For your heart is ripped out of your chest, artery from artery and vein from vein, placed in the cold, unmoving hands of the boy who you would have died for, and now you’re left with the words you wish you had said, because you could have protected him and you didn’t.

This is your fault. You made him leave.

There’s no recovering from this. There’s no feeling better, because your home currently lies in a coffin, cold and breathtakingly beautiful as ever, and you see yourself lying right beside him because he had taken the part of you that was worth living for. The truth was impossible to reckon with, a bitter pill that you would never, ever be able to swallow down.

Sung Hanbin had died, and he took the world and everything good in it with him.

#haechan #lee donghyuck #nct #sung hanbin #kpop #zerobaseone #zb1 #nct x reader #zb1 x reader #nct haechan #haechan x reader #haechan x y/n

28 notes · View notes

scorpiomother · 1 year

Text

MOON RIVER (one shot)

･ﾟ★ . when i was led to you, i knew you were the one for me. i swear the whole world could feel my heartbeat

summary: the moon is bright and so is your love for your boyfriend

pairing: tasm!peter parker x f!reader

word count: 2.6k

warnings: explicit content. minors dni (+18) insomnia. cigarette usage. fluffy smut aka swag (sex w andrew garfield xx)

a/n: in honor of february and hump day... heheh xoxo

curated vibes: kiss of life ☆ moon river

masterlist 𓆩♡𓆪 read on ao3 𓆩♡𓆪 kofi

MOON RIVER

The terrain on his back was something you adored greatly. The divots and curves of the flesh, the muscles taut with silver like the winter moon cascading down on the hills of your love. The fibers were like yarn connecting stars to one another, his joints blossoming with the shimmering matter. It was silly, really. The way that you wished to be one of his favorite shirts or a backpack so that you could kiss his spine for the rest of your inanimate life.

The moonlight had no regard for your heart, the shimmering cast making his back visible in the dead of night. It was your only weakness, his herculean build that made him look like a Grecian sculpture, and with the light reflecting off of him, he truly did look like he was made out of Parian marble.

You felt at peace like this. Propped up on an elbow, tenderly scratching Peter’s back as a soft breeze entered the apartment. There was nothing but the sounds of his hums and the spinning of the ceiling fan. It felt like everyone in the city was asleep, but you.

At first, you couldn’t go back to sleep after using the bathroom. It was a common occurrence for you, the slow game of waiting for sleep to overcome you. But when your boyfriend looked like that, it kept you from trying, your thoughts racking with the white noise of adoration.

You dragged your nails against his shoulder blade before deciding to comb throw his thick, messy hair. You didn’t mean to wake him up, but when you see his eyes flicker open, your heart throbbed with delight.

“I dreamt of you,” he said, his voice tired with grit.

“What was it about?”

“Forget already. I just remember your pretty face.”

“You’re silly,” you stated.

“No, I’m in love.”

“And silly.”

There’s a precious smile that he gives you, one that warms up your chest. He reaches for your hand and brings it up to his mouth, pressing a delicate kiss to your knuckle.

For a moment you forget about the exhaustion embedded in your skin and all that occurs to you is how much you adore Peter. It’s like he erased all of your ailments and bad thoughts.

Your restlessness was something you originally categorized as a curse, but as you walked the streets of New York at two in the morning all those months ago, it suddenly turned into a blessing. There he was, a boy from Queens also cursed with the same fate as you. It started with sharing a cigarette on a bench, a block away from your apartment. You recall the way the moon was a lop-sided smile, one that said it was pleased with this encounter. It ended with you confessing your kleptomaniac phase as an adolescent and him admitting that he provokes fights just to feel something. His split bottom lip was a testament to that.

You don’t remember leaving because, in truth, you remember specifically thinking, I never want to leave. But eventually, you were in bed, thinking about the kind stranger as Apollo reeled in the morning sun. It was like you were whisked away by your very own feet, sleepwalking suddenly another problem you had been subjected to.

The night after you walked to the bench and didn’t go there with hopes of seeing him again, but rather reminisce on what a lovely time you had with him. Though you presumed a part of yourself truly did hope he would be there again but to preserve your hopes, you convinced yourself to be pragmatic.

Yet, when you saw him again, a wave of warmth and giddiness washed over you.

He gave you a cigarette upon your arrival and was gentleman enough to light it for you— one of the most intimate things you have experienced in your life. Then the confessions would bundle you two up like the blanket of smoke. It was like a sacred ritual between you two, the tobacco the partition that made it possible for the secrets to come undone.

What keeps you awake? He wondered.

Runs in the family. How about you?

Grief. The words came out in a puff of smoke, grey and bleak.

Does it hurt? You asked.

It’s like a splinter that you can’t get rid of. Always there and always aching.

The way he was able to be candid with you, sugarcoating nothing but his honey-glazed eyes, stuck with you whether his honesty stemmed from your relationship as strangers or he deemed you worthy.

After eleven consecutive days of your unplanned therapy sessions, it was decided you would take your nightly affair to broad daylight. It made you feel nervous. You didn’t realize it, but the night brought you an unexpected comfort and without the inky veil of the night, you weren’t sure if he would like you still.

Though, the anxiety was soon after replaced with suffocation. You weren’t sure if Peter was in the right mind as the blistering June heat fermented on your back as you sat in Central Park with your sandwiches from Katz’s. If it had been up to you, your platonic date would have been scheduled for a bookstore with AC, but you assumed that his poor scheduling was due to the lack of sleep. I didn’t realize it was going to be so hot, he said, swiping the sweat on his forehead. The night spoils us too much, you replied, after taking a sip of orange soda.

Luckily, he liked you enough to earn you the title of friend. Graduating from stranger to friend was an easy feat in comparison to the long six months of pining over him.

He had caressed the underbelly of your heart and bewitched you. You would wake up as weary as always and prepare your breakfast without the slightest satisfaction when you had craved a spoonful of his love, but instead runny eggs on stale bread coated your throat.

You were infatuated, but you knew him well enough that it would be best to stay friends and swallow down your feelings. But when you were over at his place watching Fantastic Mr. Fox a day before Christmas Eve and he pressed a kiss to your cheekbone when you had closed your eyes for a minute too long, you confessed. Because that’s what you two did. A confession for a confession. A truth for a truth.

You kissed me, you whispered with closed eyes, afraid that if you opened them, everything would reveal to be a dream.

He didn’t respond for a minute. You thought that maybe he didn’t hear you but eventually, his handsome voice invaded your senses. I thought you were asleep.

We don’t sleep.

How about I pretend you’re asleep, and I kiss you again? Is that okay?

I like that idea, you said past the beating heart that sat in your throat.

A week later, it was New Year’s and you kissed the new year hello as boyfriend and girlfriend. Wait until my therapist hears about this, he laughed in your neck. It was a holiday miracle. Finally, after all these truths on the table and he was yours.

Well, most of them.

All that he had asked of you was to trust him. When he gets home at three in the morning and he has no explanation, you choose to trust him despite the bile in your throat, and when the lacerations on his body were so deep that blood pooled at your feet, you bathed his body in silence after he demanded you to not call medical help. If this is going to work, you need to trust me, he said with pleading eyes.

He was everything you wanted, your thoughts consumed with him for the past half a year. How could you say no to the man of your dreams?

So you let the love overweigh the worry and let the anxieties flush out with each bloodied kiss, and persuaded yourself that men with therapists can’t be so bad.

Besides that, everything was sunshine and daisies. Your patience bore the sweetest of fruit each and every day, him proving himself with the most tender acts. His pretty face and loving hands were enough to swoon over, and his tender disposition and patient temperament were enough to ruin you. Now, you’re still as sleepless as you were back then, but this time you had someone to be sleepless with.

You hopelessly gazed into Peter’s eyes, counting each star in his midnight eyes. At number four, he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and at five, he was holding your hand.

“How long have you been awake?” He asked, stroking your knuckles with his thumb.

“For a while.”

“I’m sorry I left you alone.”

“You didn’t. I like watching you sleep,” you assured him with a squeeze of your hand.

You took a second to memorize his face. Let it stain your sight. A pleased grin was plastered on his smug face, tugging at your heartstrings. You were completely enraptured by him and when he looked at you with those big warm eyes, it felt like he held you in the same regard.

A yawn came over you causing your eyes to swell. When the tears of exhaustion trickled down they didn’t burn. It bloomed and broke easily, trailing along your cheek like subtle fingers on a bare back. It was chilling.

“Pretty girl, what’s wrong?” His voice was like a sip of whisky, trickling through you, each drop sizzling in your belly.

“Just sleepy,” you said.

“C’mere.”

Peter turned on his side and opened his arms to spoon you. He cocooned you like a chrysalis does to a caterpillar. His slender, yet strong arms took a hold of you and his chest felt like shelter. Peter made you feel born again, his touch transforming you into love personified.

His hand found a home on your hip. His grasp was tender, taking it upon himself to squeeze and knead the soft tissue. He began to shower you with kisses like ornaments on a Christmas tree. Shiny and bright and all too much, but in the most perfect way.

Peter’s fingers trailed along your outer thigh, baring mercy in his barely-there touch. The gentleness of it made you shiver with need.

Desire spread across each nerve in your body, begging to be touched by Peter and his calloused hands. You wanted his lips to adorn each surface of your body. In a way, this was worse than lust and greed. He showed you mercy by making you suffer.

With your back flush to him, you could feel his member rising, the hardened length digging into your ass. He smeared lazy kisses across your neck, your eyes shutting at the overwhelming affection.

“I remember now,” he muttered, encircling your hipbone with his palm.

“What?”

“My dream.”

“Oh really?” You whispered, unconvinced by the suggestive way he delicately stroked your skin. You pushed against him, feeling the heat and pressure from his groin. “Tell me bout it.”

“Not much to say… It’s better if I show you,” he murmured.

You responded with a lazy hum, anticipation fluttering in your belly when you hear the rustling of fabric.

“Stay just like that, baby,” he whispered before parting your legs slightly and sliding his cock between your thighs.

Your thighs were already wet with precum and his cock was wet with your arousal, a mutual exchange that made you feel exhilarated. The way that you make a mess out of each other within minutes.

You shamelessly whined, knowing that Peter loved when you were vocal. You moaned as his cock glided against your thighs. Your throat vibrated with each mewl and hum, and you could feel the satisfaction radiate off of Peter.

“Peter,” you purred. As he rolled into you, his tip would graze against your now sensitive bud. Your back arched in pleasure as he applied more and more pressure.

“Just relax, baby,” he cooed, his thick cock waning in and out of you.

For a while, that’s all he does. Use your thighs and brush against your slit, a provocative taunt. Your heartbeat made a home in your throat as he slid in and out of your flesh. You were getting impatient, buckling your hips in hope to catch him. You wanted to please him and you wanted that pleasure yourself, to feel him just sink into you.

“Want it so bad, Peter,” you confessed, still attempting to suck in his glazed cock.

“My sleepy girl,” he said as you moaned. “Let me fuck you to sleep, sweetheart.”

The ghost of his lips hovered over the peak of your shoulder for a moment, his breath kissing you before his flesh. His oxygen simmered into you and you could feel yourself fall deeper in love with him as if a spell had been cast onto you or his very own air was a potent drug.

“Let me show you how much I love you,” he whispered.

The intimacies you have shared were dear to you, each memory hidden in a mental shoebox. The evocation of each kiss to your eyelids because he supposed they needed more love than any other part of your body. The rinds of clementines for breakfast and cigarettes for dessert. A handful of receipts from Katz’s and a pair of MetroCards. Polaroids from New Year’s. A handful of stars.

And now, it was the full moon that you wanted to lasso and place in your keepsakes. It watched as you shared that first cigarette and here it watched as you shared your bodies with each other.

He treated your body with the utmost care, his adoration clear as he gently warmed his head at your already wet entrance. You wondered what you looked like to him with this wash of moonlight on your face. You wondered if you looked as ethereal as he did.

You could feel your cheeks blush as he slowly entered you, stretching you out as if he had all the time in the world. When you were finally filled with him, he kissed your forehead and then your cheeks in the shape of a cross. It felt like a blessing and a prayer in one.

“My sweet girl, I love you,” his breath was warm against your ear. The chill ran through you, your arch contorting at his own air. “I love how you wrap around me, baby.”

He rolled into you with an unhurried pace, the tempo slow and guiding you to sleep as he wanted. His cock made you drunk and woozy with pleasure. His languid movements were lulling you into a peaceful state. It felt like you were a star among the planets, vibrating with luminescence and hopeful dreams.

There was an endless overflow of I love you’s in the air, hanging beautifully like stars on a string. You echoed each other. Sang and professed. Cried and groaned. A confession for a confession.

You let him take you, pull out the pieces of yourself you never knew existed. He wrapped his arms around your waist, nearly cutting off your oxygen supply, and buried his face into the crook of your neck as he pumped himself into you. As he pushed cosmos into your belly and his cock languidly grinded you into oblivion, you could feel the tears return.

There were solar systems bubbling up inside of you, the night’s sad song blooming in your limbs. Everything felt like a dance between the moon and his wife. Your sweet Peter guiding you through indigo with his gravity, letting the waves of pleasure and exhaustion rush through you. You swore you could almost touch the space between Earth and the moon.

“Do you feel my love?” He asked, pressing his lips on your temple and you swore you could just taste it. It was cigarettes and orange soda. Stardust and fireworks. Desperation and worship.

“I do,” you writhed beneath him.

You shut your eyes and let the love wash over you.

a/n: happy hump day babiesss, almost done with the week!

im not sure if this really counts as fluff but i really tried lmfao. peter and reader have an easier time sleeping when they’re together andd i imagine this is an au where peter gets therapy and has the emotional capacity to have a girlfriend. really couldn't have done it without his therapist (that mans got problems and is still working through them, clearly). he probably annoyed the shit out of his therapist, spending his whole sessions just talking about you, his trusted and beloved friend. luckily, reader is a simp and is willing to trust him. i wonder how long that will hold up! oops

+ shout out to sade for the utmost vibes and @secretaccountlol for talking to me at three in the morning. we come alive in the night xoxo

newest fic here: have mercy (mcu! peter x silk! reader)

#peter parker x reader #peter parker smut #andrew garfield #peter parker oneshot #tasm peter parker #tasm fanfiction #peter parker #oneshot #bf! peter parker #smut #peter parker x you #ੈ✩scorpiomother #tasm spiderman #tasm smut #tasm!spiderman x you #tasm!peter fluff #peter parker imagine

228 notes · View notes

creative-kny-fics · 2 months

Note

Hello! I don’t know if requests are open right now, and if they are not, feel free to ignore this! May I request lers Giyu and Sanemi and lees Uzui and Rengoku? I have a Headcannon that Giyu is a vicious ler when he wants to be-so maybe as revenge for some past fight where Uzui and Rengoku were merciless, he and Sanemi could show them just how merciless they themselves could be?

Again, if requests aren’t open feel free to ignore this! Have a good day/night!

Sure! I really like that HC! Giyuu can really get tired of being the main target of the UzuRen duo, so yeah!

Lers: Giyuu Tomioka and Sanemi Shinazugawa

Lees: Kyojuro Rengoku and Tengen Uzui

'And this is definitely another victory for the RenTen team! Give me that five Kyo!', Kyojuro laughed and high-fived his friend as they walked away.

They had made sure that their 'victim' was okay and after that, they left, but that person had already gotten tired of being the main target of that duo.

'I swear to god... One of these days I'll get revenge and those two will get a spoonful of their own medicine...', Giyuu stood up frustrated, he just wanted to go home and rest after that.

If there was anyone he would turn to for this, it was Shinobu, he would probably talk to Mitsuri, but he preferred to avoid that for two reasons: 1) Obanai and 2) She's part of the team, so...

'So... It's happened again, huh?'

'Mhm... It seems like those two won't stop unless someone puts them in their place, so, will you help me or not? What is so funny?'

Giyuu crossed his arms, it was a serious moment, he didn't understand why Shinobu was laughing, he hadn't told a joke after all.

'I'm sorry but... You? Tomioka-San, no offense or anything but... Do you think you can do it?', she smiled, hoping Giyuu would understand his point, but apparently he didn't.

'Hehehe ooooh Tomioka, it's just that you tend to have more of a "lee" role than a "ler." There's not a big chance you'll make it, they'll tickle you again...' 'Well, then not only will I be in charge of proving to them that they messed with the wrong person, but that I can also be a worse ler than them. So now help me and tell me what you know about them!'

Shinobu sighed and shrugged after a 'state I warned you'. But she ended up helping his friend, in addition to giving him a recommendation of who could be his ally in this adventure.

Just like Shinobu, when he told Sanemi, his ally, his plan, he started laughing out loud and looked like he would die from laughing so much.

'Are you planning to help me or not?!', he received no response, Sanemi was still laughing and rolling on the floor as he did so.

It seemed that Sanemi would be the first person, among the pillars, who would know that when he was serious, he was VERY serious...

'I'll give you something to really laugh about now, Shinazugawa Sanemi...', was all Sanemi heard when the reason for his laughter changed from mocking Giyuu to laughing at the tickling sensations he was feeling at that moment.

Finally after many minutes, he managed to convince Sanemi not only to help him, but that he could also be cruel. 'Fine... I'll help you... Shit... What's the plan...?'

'Catch your breath first, you look like you need it.', Sanemi frowned, he hated that feeling that Giyuu had left him.

Well, after Sanemi threw a tantrum because Giyuu had tickled him, he agreed to the plan. It was also beneficial for him, unlike Giyuu, who was tickled because he walked away or was very lonely/sad, Sanemi was tickled because he was bitter.

'So... You take Kyojuro and I take the "fancy" rock, right?'

'Mhm. You remember which point you have to go to, don't you?'

'YES, DAMN IT!!', again another tantrum from Sanemi...

'I tell you something? I think Sanemi and Giyuu are getting along better! I've seen them walk together!' 'Hahahaha that's good to know!'

'GO FOR THEM!!'

Naturally, Tengen and Kyojuro would have managed to dodge or probably predict what was going to happen, but this time it wouldn't be like that. 'Ahahahaha! I'm surprised!'

'Why aren't you terrified? I knocked you to the ground and now I'm going to tickle you'

'Hahahahaha well, the answer is very simple dear Tomioka! It would take you a long time to make me laugh! Besides, I accept my defeat, you managed to surprise me and I admire that!'

Well, at least Kyojuro wasn't giving Giyuu as much trouble as Tengen did with Sanemi. 'STOP MOVING YOU DAMN ROCK!!'

'Na-ah! I don't plan on letting my streak go! So...MHPM!', Tengen couldn't continue the sentence.

If Sanemi had gone for any other part of the body like his sides or ribs, he wouldn't have achieved that, but going straight for Tengen's armpits ensures that you will win against him. 'MHMHMHM!! K-KYO!! H-HEHELP!!'

'I doubt it will help you, now you two are going to think twice before tickling us again...'

'Hahahaha come on Tomioka! We know that-! AHAHAHAAHAHAHA!!', don't worry, Giyuu hasn't even started yet, he just pressed his hips

It was just the anticipation. Giyuu was not going to forgive so easily, he was going to make both Tengen and Kyojuro cry with laughter, he wanted to hear how their laughter remained silent, how they both begged and begged for mercy and for no one to pay attention to them, he wanted to see how they tried fight to get rid of him... 'I hope you have good resistance Rengoku...You won't get out of here that easy...'

'EH?! AHAHAHAHA TOHOHOMIOKAHAHAHA!! W-WAHAHIHIHIT!!'

'Nope.', Kyojuro didn't know why, but he felt like that word made his body feel more tingly, maybe it was the nerves that Giyuu would truly take his breath away.

And so he did, following Shinobu's advice, what he had to do was dig into his hips with all the strength he had and after a while, which he should not repeat, he had to move his fingers up and down his sides as if they were spiders, reaching his ribs and getting between each of them, or simply focus on the lower ones and squeeze not so hard

'TOMIOKA!! STOHOHOHOP!! AHAHAHAHAHA! PLEHAHASEHEHE!! I'M SOHOHOHORRY!!! STAHAHAHAP!!'

'Stop...? How curious... I think I'm having deja vu, I've heard that phrase before... Oooooh I remember... Is that what I said when it was too ticklish for me, and what was happening? Let me remind you...'

'*gasps* W-WAIT TOMIOKA!! L-LET'S TALK ABOUT THIS!! PLE-...!!', eeeeh, I think they didn't manage to talk about it...

Kyojuro didn't know when Giyuu unbuttoned part of his uniform, but that only meant one thing, yup, raspberries.

As if they weren't enough, he didn't stop tickling, while he blew on the raspberry, his hands were not only in charge of keeping him still, but they also tickled him, repeating that tortuous cycle that he thought had ended.

'Woah...Tomioka is really making Rengoku scream...' 'Tell me, I was surprised too...', yes, that change was so surprising that even Sanemi stopped from tickling Tengen and looking at him.

Honestly, they both thought Giyuu should have stopped by now because Kyojuro was laughing too much, pounding the floor with his fists, squirming (or trying to) all over the place, and they thought they could see he was crying.

'MEHEHEHEHERCY-!!! *hiccup* I-... I-... I-!!! *silent laughter* P-PLEASE!!!!'

'Tomioka is enough! Look at him! He can't even speak properly!', Giyuu looked at Sanemi and then at Rengoku, after one last raspberry, he stopped. 'Okay, I'll do it because Rengoku isn't the only one who tickles me...'

'I think they're talking to you Shinazugawa... Hehehehe... I'm leaving...!', nope, Tengen wouldn't even leave there, even if he wanted to.

And about Rengoku? He'll be fine! Tengen probably not...

'You're definitely the one who tickles me the most. Rengoku at least is gentle and is the one who usually stops you. But that doesn't make him any less guilty... I guess you already have an idea of what I'll do to you, right?'

'Sanemi, you're not going to let Tomioka do that, are you?'

'It's you or me', I think that's a "no", Tengen

With Tengen it was more difficult to try to make him laugh, taking into account his strength, he was trying everything possible not to laugh and to try to push them both away. But he couldn't do more when they both sat in each of his arms, now there was no escape for him.

'Well Sanemi, listen to me and you will repeat what I do' 'Okaaaay...', Sanemi was not happy.

Again, Giyuu told Sanemi what Shinobu had recommended, taking into account the height difference, two fingers digging in the center of his armpits were going to be enough, but they were a little more 'extreme' and decided to use three. They think it was the best idea they both have ever had.

'O-OHOHOI!! YOHOHOHOU LIHIHITTLE-!! MHMHMHMH!!'

'Don't even try to suppress your laughter, I don't think you want Shinazugawa and I to make you really laugh...', Tengen, for some reason, felt like Tomioka was blackmailing or challenging him.

For him, it was impossible, he had gotten away from a situation like that, and he had done it when it was the RenMitsu team, who knew the exact places they should tickle him if they wanted to beat him. What could those two do against him? NOTHING!

Or at least that's what Tengen believed... 'Looks like he's being very stubborn, huh? What do we do now Giyuu?'

'You focus on his armpits... I know that another place is required to make him truly laugh...', okay, Sanemi was starting to miss this new attitude of Giyuu's, but as long as it helped him get revenge, there was no problem.

Giyuu got off and where he sat was next to her hips, if his memory was correct, Shinobu's words were:"try tickling his abs, he's incapable of fighting anyone. But make sure it's a light touch... And if you're lucky enough, give him a raspberry or two near his belly button!"

As Shinobu instructed, Giyuu did so, gently sliding his fingers along his abs, trying not to smile when he saw Tengen sucking on his stomach in an attempt to push his fingers away.

'Huh? Really?! A few gentle touches are making you lose control?! Well, then, how about we combine it with this?!', again, the tickle attack focused on his armpits. 'IHIHIF YOHOHOU DOHOHOHON'T STOHOHOP-!! I-I'M GOHONNAHAHA...!!'

'Don't threaten me...Tengen Uzui...'

Just like Rengoku, Tengen also felt how Giyuu took the life out of him with each raspberry, in case it wasn't enough, the movement of his head and added to the fact that Sanemi dug his fingers into the worst part of his armpits, he was getting nothing but laughter.

Tengen was stronger compared to these two, but he was the same as Sanemi, he preferred to spend his strength avoiding laughing than fighting them. 'Hahahahaha so now you're not so fLaShY, huh?! What do you think of this?! And that?!'

'Do you want to come help me here?'

'No thanks, I've already found this guy's sweet spot. Now I'll make him pay!' he laughed, making Giyuu shrug and continue.

The minutes passed, they both only stopped when they realized that Tengen couldn't laugh anymore, his face was so red from laughing so much, that he made them both smile, stopping and getting off him so that he could curl up while he tried to catch his breath.

'I never thought I would say this... But you are a great "ler" Tomioka! Good job...', Sanemi raised his left hand, high-fiving Giyuu and then turning it into a fist and high-fiving him again. 'Thanks I guess... I hope this teaches you a lesson... See you...!'

They both left, leaving the ones who used to be the tickle monsters lying on the floor. Were they planning revenge? It was likely... But at least, Giyuu and Sanemi would have a long break from their antics.

#demon slayer tickling #demon slayer tickle #ler!sanemi #ler!giyuu #lee!tengen #lee!rengoku

20 notes · View notes