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Winter Outing

Warning: a pitch of angst with a comfort. fluff. first time writing, implied reader having a slightly insomnia, interaction reader with dan heng are platonic (can be romantic), hinted spoiler of Xianzhou arc (hsr, dan heng's mentioned), ooc(?), series au

Ellin: "Late posting since December, sigh."

Before the mistress's demotion.

Synopsis: It's December, the weather in Coromppo unusually colder than ever. Need a thick clothes since your fragile body couldn't handle such a heavy cold winter. During the winter night, you are not able to sleep properly so you took a glance at the window balcony and decided to go outside for a short outing but.. your childhood friend wouldn't let you go alone.

It's cold, dang, it's too cold.

Your body has been covered a lot of layer of blankets. You wanted to sleep but at the same time, you can't. You wanted to stay awake for awhile. Geez, even you had such a thick layers, you can't win against the cold. Frick this body, you murmured.

Lately, the weather in Coromppo unexpectedly cold during incoming of the winter season. You thought it was normal since the country where you lived right now always been cold for that long, it never been a summer unfortunately.

You sigh, getting up into sitting at the side of your queen size bed. You stretched your arms and covered yourself with the blanket. Geez, how absurd...despite you reincarnated as a person who born in this weak condition. It took a lot of efforts to take a complete recovery. You can't blame anyway since the fate has decide you. Anyway, still, you can't sleep.

You slowly get up and not to make a sound because it was midnight. Most of the maids and servants were asleep. You can't wake up your nanny or else she will nag you as you were caught by getting up very late (it wasn't first time though).

You walk around your room while your body is shivering in cold. To ease your boredom, you sneak the shelter to look up the files of the previous cases.

Taking a time to observe the details, nah, too tired to look at the whole bunch of words, no thanks.

You sigh,

You knee down to observe your sleeping cat, oh my, how cute. You pat it on its head then it lets out a purr. Better not to tease it or it will bite (everytime).

You sigh in frustration and laying down on the cold floor, well, it doesn't matter.

"I'm bored." you murmur quietly.

Oh.

How about.... you should steal the food at the kitchen during the night hours? You carefully open the door without a sound and you saw a dark and empty hallways in the sight.

Nah, scary. You closed the bedroom door out of your fear. The fact your bedroom was at the second floor, meanwhile the kitchen was at the first floor. So, it's too far to walk in the darkest winter night, you fear that you doubt you can walk alone in this villa.

You sigh again, it's too cold to sleep. Not only that, but a sleeping issue! Remind of your previous life that you will spend time at late night gaming.

Oh, let's think about the lores in this life as well! Thinking what is your next move would be...

Your mind felt empty. Ahhhh.... what are you supposed to do?? Walking around and do nothing?? And despite you were awake during the night, couldn't sleep but your brain was not functionally working onto something you need to prepare early and sooner for the future where the story flowed through your strategies.

Hmm...

You scratch your chin.

And.. it left you wonder.. you wanted a breathtaking outing as an idea. You had a feeling to have a sight around the environment once again. Which is.. it leads you glance at the balcony window, you peak into the glass door of the balcony's entrance. It was snowy, it was lucky not to have a blizzard.

Although your nanny warned you to not go outside for too long during this winter December, but you might against her, since you were needing to let your mind rested of the scenery with overwhelming view, along with a feeling of comfort as you walked though this kind of weather. Imagine, you walked in the streets.

In this time, you let it happen today. If it means can let you sleep peacefully after your winter outing.

You carefully rummage the clothes in your closet to search the winter outfit that fits in to your body, that immune slight from the cold because you want to walk in calm way than getting caught the cold within an hour.

You beamed as you finally found the suitable outfit for this night winter and you wear immediately, consider your nightgown can be your inner clothing to prevent from the cold as an extra.

Stockings were must, with a brown palatte added in simple pattern that match to your mood in your outfit aesthetically.

Done and dust. Before you go out from your room, you lit up an antique lamp with a candle.

You slowly open the big well-made door and glance around in the empty hallways. You relief as knowing it was a right choice to give your personal escort for a day off even during the nighttime guard. You pity him whenever you saw him every night as he stood and guarded your door room, to assure your safety. You let him rest him, even he dared to resist (like you attempted to shoo him away because you felt your personal space was at your limit).

You breathe in and breathe out, tried your best to put yourself in bravery spirit while you must overcome by walking through the dark hallway until you able come down to the stairway toward the living room.

Pit pat pit pat,

the way your walking slowed down similiarly to what you tried to sneak in onto something without a sound or being caught by half-sleep servants and maids while you're kept holding your lamp to get rid of blank view from your way.

You successed! You're thankful to the God that you able reach to the stairway by walking alone through the darkness without anyone to accompany with.

Even though the meters were shorten, it doesn't change that was scary too. You fear that you will imagine some random spirits will jump on you. But lucky, nothing serious will happen to you.

As you went down the stairway. You were surprised as you saw a light coming from nowhere in the living room. Wait, did someone was there? You thought, in shiver.

Or someone does up late at night too? Maybe hopefully, you wouldn't encounter on someone who has a bad intention here at night.

So then, you carefully take a peak to witness a figure who was rested on the couch.

As you took a step, hid on the wall, maybe the side wall. Just not get notice easily.

You saw a familiar black hair figure, noticed unique looking earrings as well, wearing a similar white coat that you often see everyday. You saw that a certain young man is reading a book as he sat on the side of the drawer where the small lamp was stood.

"Oh, I thought he was in the room. Guess not." You murmur quietly by your thoughts, hoping he won't hear your voice immediately.

As you took a step, walk into him from the back while attempting to surprise him.. you heard,

"..Pull a prank on me, Y/N?"

You stunned in your track, it was likely he noticed easily by your familiarity presence from afar.

You let out a quiet and awkward chuckle, "Ehehe.. you realize me quickly, Dan Heng."

Your attempt jumping on him was a failure. There is no use anyway since he has a strong 6 senses.

And so, you walked toward him, from the back of the couch. You rest your elbows on the back cushion of the sofa, sigh softly,

"Never thought you were still up at night. You said that you will sleep."

He responded, while flipping the pages, "...I wouldn't be able to rest my mind. So, I read while enjoying the winter as a chance."

Dan Heng, who happens to be your childhood friend after your reincanation. A young man who appears mysterious and secretly to have a soft spot to his childhood beloved. He was taken in by your uncle from somewhere that Dan Heng was lost and bumped into him by accident.

You remembered that time you woke up and saw him that held your hand very dearly, that refused to let go as if fear of losing someone so precious to him.

It left you noticed, that certain mistress or the former soul in this body who always treats him in the way as a family to him, consider she often spends time with him during the past as he and she had a share of loneliness with each other.

"A dream?"

"No."

You acknowledged him that he hardly slept more peacefully than a normal person does.

You may share a struggle as him but you are still able to sleep than he is. But you knew better about his character and his background of his origin. In which his past left unsettled. You knew he was often hunted by a nightmare in an endless loop by a certain person that he desperates to escape. That's a part of the reason he couldn't sleep properly.

And also the part of his strong sense of threat whenever he tried to sleep normally, in fact this former soul experienced a lot of dangers in the past. It's easy he can be anxious. Or rather his life too.

"I lie, this isn't the first time that you were up late."

"wasn't you too?" He looks at you in disbelief.

You smiled, maybe in annoyance, "That's the issue. I can't."

He sighed, continued flipping the pages as he focused on the book instead, "..Then? What are you gonna do for now?"

"I'm not like you. I'm going out." You spoke in response.

"This late night?" He stopped his reading.

You nod, "Yeah. Only for a while."

"Suddenly?" He questions you again.

"Yes."

He looks back to you again, "Why?"

"My mind is empty, I felt like it." You shrug.

"You should've walked around here, you know. It's better than you gets trouble in the winter outside." He suggests, his tone sounds like he worries you, he does refuse for your late night doings.

"They will notice me like I was a menace spirit wandering around the villa that seeks for a threat." You are unamused by his idea.

"I don't know others. But try to sleep then. Ellin does not allow you to go out during this condition." He turns to his book again.

"I can't."

"Playing around? Or maybe try to do something that amuses you." He exclaimes.

"Ellin will hunt me if she awakes whenever I do some stupid ruckus that drag my interest. I metaphor this, like a mom with a slipper when she saw her kid doing their twerking on the floor during midnight after she awakes from the noises." You shiver whenever you remind your nanny.

"Oh, that's unfortunate." He huffs.

"You're no fun." You pout.

He doesn't bother about your comment, "I am. If that's what you think."

You sigh and have no energy to debate him more. You lift yourself from the back cushion couch and decide to walk toward the door entrance.

You can't do anything since your mind is still active in something that you need to experience to do the stuff like feeling the environment again. You felt something that can't let you sleep. You want something that can exhaust you so you able to sleep nicely.

The soft and quietly loud voice that suddenly called out for you,

"Are you really going out for sure, Y/N?"

Dan Heng turns and looks at you again, with that another unusual expression that he makes. He placed his book aside on the drawer which is beside the lamp. As you were about to reach the door but it stopped you as you noticed him getting up from the couch.

"..I'll go with you." He firmly spoke.

You turn to him in confusion, "What?"

"I said, I'll join you." He seriously replied. He does anxious about your well-being.

He walked to you and lowered his head to look at you, "Wait for me. Don't you reach the door yet."

"..huh, right"

You were surprised by his actions and nod anyway.

"I'll get the scarf for myself."

"Okay." You nod again.

He turns around and walks toward the rack, where his scarf hangs on it. He reaches and takes the scarf, immediately wears while adjusting his neck comfort.

As soon as he was ready, he walks back to you, "Let's go."

You dumbfounded, is he really wants to accompany with you?

"What?"

"Dan Heng, are you for real?"

"I insist. Now, we'll go together."

"But-"

He glares at you, "Don't ever think that you can go alone."

You sigh in defeat, "Fine.."

Then, you had no choice but follow him as he walked out to the entrance.

Outside of Villa, Street of Dovinc

You huff as you finally out from the suffocated room, with.. Dan Heng, he was right at your side, keep yourself in secure. That's unfortunately for you not able to go out alone during this late snowy night but it's for your best, at least.

You and him were walking through the snowy road, toward the old bridge and went across over, while you glance the below of the bridge, you saw several swams were swimming around in a cold weather. Oh, the water isn't freezing, how weird.

You glance around the street, some of stores were open, in which the stores' lights were still opened. Didn't expect ho you lived in reincarnation world, being exist here in an old-fashioned generation, the 24-hours store existed to operate in this generation.

Well, neither it's just fictional logic or did happen actually in the old past? You wouldn't know because it makes you think so. But it's good thing some of food stores were opened, so it's a timing to get a light meal during this night.

The street went quiet due of no citizen was around because.. of course, it's late night, everyone- no, almost they went asleep soundly and prepared for the daylight soon while you couldn't sleep neither Dan Heng too, so you had an issue for that and Dan Heng is hunted by a nightmare, how sad.

Sigh, you wished you don't want to involve anything related to certain events but since you were reincarnated, there's no escaping now.

"There's something wrong, Y/N?" Dan Heng was the first stopping his track as he's being attentive as usual by your unusual behaviour, he notied you were zoned out for a while as you walked through the street without considering your surroundings.

Ah, you awfully quiet in the night, he thought that something that might anxious you.

You blinked out a few as you stopped your track as well, leading yourself to look at him in confusion, "Oh, no? Did I act something weirdly?"

He lowered his head to do a check-up on your well-being, dang it, he's being too close!

"You zoned out." He stated.

"Ah, really? I'm just glancing at the stores."

He sighed, "You seemed like thinking on something not necessary."

You le gasped, "Do I look one, Dan Heng?? I'm perfectly fine!"

"And you do seem like hiding. Got some ideas in your thought?"

You looked at him blankly, still confused that he was saying.

"Dan Heng, I know you're concerned. But don't get too overprotective of my beings." you sighed tiredly.

"You hardly sleep. So, I thought there's something in your mind until it gets you a thought of going out alone." he speaks firmly.

"My eyes is refusing to shut. What do you expect? I want to sleep too. But I had an urge feeling to witness the weather and environment again." You replied drastically.

He sighed and looks at you again, "It's.. just, ahem, Y/N. I want you aware that your condition and your safety as well must be a priority. You still fragile, not yet fully cure and you easily get blind by a danger."

"I know. I know what am I doing. And you? You can't sleep as me, do you?"

He widened his eyes with your words and sighed again, "It's normal."

"Then, I thought it wasn't as you think that I wasn't too." you spoke in slight annoyance.

"You-..sigh, alright, I got it." The black hair guy sighed in defeat by your words had strike him back about his beings as well.

You turn back to your surroundings. You seemed some of people as well still awoken and sit on the brick that build surrounded the decorated plants.

You enjoyed the temperature of the weather while walking around the snow happily and Dan Heng follows you quietly as he pays attention on you. He can't help but smile slightly by the view of your figure was a child to him, oh, how it reminds him during your childhood days.

"You were quite an adventurous back then. I guess you don't seem change even single bit." He speaks while keep looking out fo you, as long as you don't get hurt anywhere.

You turn at him by his words, it seemed it popped out in your thoughts of the mistress in this body, from the story plot in your game used to often bedridden in her childhood days. It's lucky that she able to experience to go outside of the world in slightest.

You smiled, it hurts you how badly ended her in the end of the Household Vinc arc leave her in suffering and died from that tragic fate.

It doesn't mean she fully villainess or antagonist she begins with, it's just how the world and society treat her in this way, reminds you also Dan Heng wasn't into himself anymore after his precious's death. He couldn't tell his last word for her before her final breath,

"Oh, how I long to be yours. I'll be no longer myself without your existence anymore."

"...ah, I promised you. To show why your existence is truly meaning among of mankind. I never hesitate to despise them from what had they done to you. Oh, I'll curse them as you did for them."

Look at him, look at the past cutscene! He held her like she was a fragile glass to him, like a precious object that must be taken of nicely. He just kneeled down and quietly crying over her bloody dead body. You looked at him in the cutscene, just how tight can be how he hugged her so dearly, never care the dirt or bloods stick on his clothings. All he cares was her, he refuses to accept her fate as she acknowledged she was dying.

After her death, of course, now he despised the world and society. He dared to curse the world for her.

But the problem is... they were lacking of communication.

It started after the mistress went into a deep coma, it effected her memories as well like you memories were blurry the same, but you managed to recall quickly. They couldn't open up each other, especially to Dan Heng, he hardly to speak up his true origin, because he fears of her leaving him after she acknowledged the truth of his past.

While mistress accepts him no mater what, but he still doubts it by her words and it ended regrettably as he witnessed her death,

Yes, he was too late.

Oh, how he desperated to identified him being a dragon from his past as a sinner, just, unfortunately, he regreted for not telling his true self.

Of course. You turn the event greatly, since you were the one knew the progress of the lores and plots.

"Why are you staring at me?" His voice suddenly snapped back from your reality as you went zoned out again.

"..Oh, am I?" You spoke awkwardly.

He sighed and went closer to you with that unusual expression, slight concern, "What are you thinking? Did something catch your thoughts?"

"Oh, Dan Heng.."

"It's strange how you look at me while thinking about the thoughts so deeply." he anxious as he questioned your blank expression.

The fact you stood there for a while without a single move, he thought you were freezing or something but he's being attentive as usual can tell him that you're in the deep of thoughts.

You shake head with a faint smile on your face, "Ah, it's nothing. I predict that I'll be dying in the future, maybe I was in your arms."

He silenced as he stunned by your words all of sudden.

Dying? You? No, impossible. He thought.

He will never let that fate of yours slide in. Just, no way.

"What do you mean by..?"

You added, "I mean, you didn't hear wrong, no?"

He widened his eyes by your reply. His expression changed into darkened.

He lowered his gaze to the ground, leaving him thinking in bitterness. He can't imagine you will leave this world without him.

It makes him gripping his fist tightly.

"I manage to predict of the sooner in the certain event so I able to turn toward the rightful is." You spoke.

"..And how you knew the future of yours is..dying?" he looks at you in pitiful expression, even he tried to hide.

"I only able to get a hint of my fate, I know what I lead my death such a tragic way. Let's see.. dying by someone's hand because I was losing control until I make the chaos into a war..?" You scratch your chin as you crossed your arms, try to recall the mistress's ending.

"Due of..my dark energy has been taken over me as I wouldn't able to hold it any longer." You added.

"You're making me think about the War of Raging Witch IV from the past centuries. Was it the same pattern as yours?" The black hair male questioned.

"Let's say it's accurately. Since we all have despise by the societies. To add, it's because of the hurtful background of course."

You both stare each other silently. You were calm whenever you said something that related to your future death while Dan Heng was concerned by your statement, finds it hard to accept if it's happening.

"..Is that true? Did you find it accurate by your fate?"

"It's already decided. That's how I'll be facing it." you nodded calmly.

"..You'll be dying?"

"Ah, unless, I should be wary of my well-being, I able to predict that from the changes, it was likely not possible." you assured him, while patting his arm gently.

It's not like you were prepared to die early. Can't you just live enjoyable-ly?

You aware that your condition still not yet to be cure fully. Which how you were facing right now for being an ill person, a fragile body. But CAW was a great support for your strength in any obstacles and serious situation. As long as your body must keep in fit.

"I.." Then, your childhood starts to speak again.

You cut out his word immediately, "Let's keep walking."

You start to go back to your track as you continued enjoy for a scoll, as well he walks behind you, it seemed he thinks of something.

"Y/N." He called out your name.

You're still walking and reply, "Yeah?"

"..Are you just joking or-"

"I'm not."

"I beg your pardon?" he lifted up his head, sees the sight of your back covered with a coat.

"I'll be dying anyway. It's already set it."

He sighed, "Stop playing, Y/N. I'm being serious."

"And while, I am not, Dan Heng." You stop your track again as you turns around to him, in irritation.

You both finally were facing each other again, keep in silence. Meanwhile Dan Heng was in his deep thought, tries to connect to your words. He didn't mean to irritate you but keep his firm expression on his face. But you able to read through his face, he was hurt.

You sighed, waiting for him to talk again as you willing so.

"Speak up."

"Will you leave me?"

"Huh?"

You widened your eyes in surprise by his question.

"You heard me, Y/N." he stares at you so firmly.

You huff, "No. But I don't promise that if anything happens."

"I see." he nodded by your answer.

He hesitated as he wants to tell you more, he lowered his head, refused to look you.

You tilted in confusion by his behaviour.

"Did something wrong? Or my words were hurting you? My bad if I said something unexpecte-"

"Will accept me for who am I?"

You frozed, how surprising to see him this, anxious over his past beings, the past he finds it hardly to recover until he lifted up the guilts and burdens on his shoulder. He can't help but trying his best to open up for you.

"..What?" you dumbfounded.

He huffs in hesitate of repeating, "You heard me right."

You went speechless and it makes him more anxious more. You think deeply again, the last thing is..

He fears losing, losing her like losing you as well.

"Mhm, no matter it is." You nodded.

He lighten up slightly, "..even I'm a sinner?"

"..What?"

"Ah, it's nothing." he huffs, he may accidentally to slip out from his tongue.

"Dan Heng. I know you were refused to open up with me."

"..."

It went silenced immediately. You knew it. And so, you turn around, walking toward the opened bread store.

"Let's get a bread, I'm hungry." You wave at him from behind.

"Ah, yes." he nodded and followed you from the back, keeping yourself safe.

You both walked toward the store and were greeted by the staff who were taking a night shift. You decided to choose the bread that is enough for your late night snack, neither is Dan Heng too.

You bought the chicken mushroom bread that was baked into a nice crispy. Of course, you bought a hot drink as well. No one misses the milk tea during the night.

Meanwhile, Dan Heng bought a simple bread and share the same flavor as yours. Instead, he decided to buy hot chocolate.

Even if both of you weren't having a conversation with each other, all the gestures and body language is enough to understand what you were doing. He's been observed by your movement to keep yourself close.

You pointed out an empty bench while glancing at Dan Heng as you would like to sit together. He nodded as he follows you.

As you both were taking a seat and adjusting the position to make things comfortable, then you decide to take a bite from the bread.

He attentively looks at you as soon as you eat before he does.

"Does it hot?"

You muffle while you are chewing, "..Nah, it warms that not harm me."

"That's good. Just don't get your tongue hurt."

"And the texture is good to taste, it's crispy. It's delicious. Oh, the flavors blended very well. It's too satisfying to feel the crisp on your mouth. It's so.. good~!" You mumble in beamed while enjoying the taste of texture from the bread.

While the black hair guy agrees with your comments. The fact both of you bought the same bread.

"It's odd that you choose the same flavor as mine."

"I'll taste it from what you had to buy. If it's good, well I find it good too."

You grin slightly, "Oh, wow. Trying to experience the taste as mine, huh."

"It's normal since we can share it with each other. Your interest can be part of mine too."

"Oh, right." You nodded.

"But your intention would never be the same as mine though."

You laughed awkwardly by his suspicions. It's usually for you to come up with such a 'scheme' whenever you try to plan something before.

Both of you are now chewing the bread in silence while enjoying the view of the snowy night. You start to chat a bit about the view, not to miss, he was willing to listen every words that you said.

"The moon seemed to be shaped into lunar now. It's pretty." You lifted up a finger to point out the moon.

"It's 19 December. I guess the full moon will rise for a few days." He stated.

You nodded while smiling as you were gazing at the sky. It was beautifully made in art. Dan Heng looks up to the sky as you do.

"Ah, Dan Heng. If you try to open up with me, it's a sign that you truly trust in me, you know? There's no use of hiding." You look at him with a faint smile in the form of your lips.

Dan Heng silenced and looked down as if he was in the deep of thoughts. You still acknowledged him that he would doubt your words and also himself when it comes related to his past.

"We have already been this together for many years ever since Uncle Welt took you in when you were running away from the certain circumstances. Are you still not to trust me that I'll accept whenever you are?" You continue.

"Ah."

Silence. The question has struck him in. It seems you don't gain his trust yet whenever you tried to talk about his origin. He kept avoiding it when he had a chance, truthfully, he has such a hard head to deal with when it comes to his depress self.

You sighed without a word as you continue to gaze the night sky again.

"If you don't want to discuss about that, I insist not to force you." you smiled.

Soon, he looks back at your face in serious expression,

"Y/N." Dan Heng starts to speak up.

"mhm?"

"Will...you accept me whenever forms that I am from what you witness soon?" he slides in closer to you but not interfer your boundaries.

It gets you a hint, one day, you'll know of his true origin. One day, you'll travel on the trip of certain destination, the Xianzhou.

But you can't letting him hide from you anymore before it's too late but you let him be, give him a mental realization by striking your tragic future from the plots that you kept in flow.

You want him realize, that he shouldn't doubt you due of him, being a sinner. So, you wait for him.

The way he looks at you in desperation, he hates to see you leave from his sight, his life will be doomed without yoour existence.

"Even you're a worm, of course I'll accept you." you joked but it meant it truly.

"Don't joke on me." he frowns.

"No, but really. Seriou- hey!" you whine as you felt his finger on your cheek and pinches you hardly due of your idiotic behaviour. To add, his fingers is darn too cold.

"Answer me."

"Alright! Alright, geez." you pout slightly, still felt his fingers were on your cheeks.

"So, even you were a beast. Yeah." you replied, rubbing your cheeks as his fingrs left from yours.

"Are you even answering though?"

"I am??"

He sighed, "Y/N. What if you..dislike me?"

"What on earth who told you that?" you cringe.

"No one, but myself."

"Should I take out your inner self, then?"

He snickers, tried to hold his laugh, "..pfft- cough, No?"

"He tries to roast the heck of you."

"Why the heck you would bring him up for a blame?" he unamused, but actually he was trying not to laugh for it.

"You said it, that upset me." you sadden.

"I'm sorry but, I just want your honest answer." he coughs out slightly.

"Are you still doubting me now? I thought you guess right about us should believe each other." you huff in upset tone.

"No, I'm not doubting you." he shakes head with a light sigh.

"Then, must you think of me almost hating of your being, huh?" you state.

"I.. wouldn't think of that. But my past rather finds you disappointing."

"Oh." you side eyes him while drinking your hot milk tea.

And you both were enjoying the light meal that you had, you commented the taste of your milk tea while Dan Heng shared his as well. The bread that you had eaten were all empty in the paper plastic.

You decided to come up an idea for a recent case to him, meanwhile Dan Heng being a listener as he is, marks every single detail that you described.

After a while of spending on the bench, you decided to take a walk again, the black hair boy follows by your lead as well.

The snow falls on your shoulder and you were smiling to feel the breeze from the environment again. Oh, how you long seek for a nice peace after such a hard work from the recent cases.

You sigh as you felt the cold on your face again.

You glance at your childhood, who always kept quiet all the time, no wonder.Somehow it felt like lonely, like him.

"Dan Heng." you called out softly, you stopped your track as you saw him walking away without noticing his surroundings.

Your voice manages to reach out for him so he turns around, walk back to you as he realizes that he walked that far.

He replied with slight mumble, "Mhm?"

You beamed, "Hand."

"What?"

"Hand."

He confused, "Hand? ..My hand?"

You extended your hand to his, "Hand."

"..You want to hold..my hand?" he surprised by your sudden gesture.

You nodded.

And he hesitated.

"Was it okay?"

"No worries, it's normal. Consider we both are close." you shakes head.

"I don't think.. it's quite imitate?"

"You don't want to?" you tilted your head.

"Ah, I meant.." he hesitated, but slightly flustered by your odd affection to him.

After a short wait for calming his composure down, he slowly reached your hand and held it carefully, not to miss that his ears are red as well, even he kept denying.

You slowly gripped his hand gently and ready for another walk. You smiled as you felt his warmth from his palm while he refuses to look at you through the eyes contact.

"Did you feel warm?" you asked.

"Your hands are quite cold. Is that what you asking me to hold it for you?" he huffs but hates that he's smiling a bit.

"Nah, it's nothing. We both quite lonely, you know?"

"..It's a purpose?"

"No?"

"Ah, well, I see."

"Was it uncomfortable? I can release my hand from yours." you reconsider.

"No, let's keep..like this. I'm good."

"If you said so."

You both continued for a short outing before you decided to head back to your villa. But something that you want to remind him before the event happens.

As you both were on the way of the villa's direction, you start to break the silence.

"Hey, uhm. Look, here. I'm accepting whenever your forms were looks like. And, even you're a sinner, you still remain as a 'Dan Heng' to me."

He frozes and you stopped as well.

"..Are you..?"

"Ah, I don't know if I misheard your words or sort of, but to me, my thoughts were never changed that how I view you. So, please, do not doubt that."

"..."

"Ever since Uncle Welt took you in, I finally able to have a friend like you but, haha, I admit that you were hardly to approach with. Hey, I'm grateful that have you with me." you chuckled slightly.

"..." Dan Heng stares at you as he lowered his gaze on you.

"From I acknowledged about you from Uncle Welt, you seemed to have your struggle to your past."

"Mhm, yeah." he nodded a bit.

Then, you started walk again, dragging his hand to get moving, "Don't think about past now, we already have been facing to our present now. And.., the future too."

You continue, "Consider you carried such a burden and guilt from the past. But there's no use of that anymore."

According from the story plots, he ran away from the problem that he had been through, the bitterness of the past, which he hardly solved it alone due of he received a backlash by the society from his homeland, Xianzhou.

As he ran to the country in nowhere, he bumped into a man named Welt Yang,.. ahem, it was your uncle, of course, deciding to take him in to be your friend.

Now, it seemed he still struggled toward his past's grief, something left unsolved and needing someone to be his side.

But you don't want him to think this deeply or your destruction trait will lead to the bad end. It's better to act this earlier before he is late.

"Whether your past still left isn't settle yet. I'll tell you, you can't run away from your problem even it's been a long time."

"..."

"You can't leave that aside alone if you were still struggling."

You continue as you both walk toward the snowy path, "One day, I assure you, your problem will be solved if you able to face your fear. Try to rely on yourself than keeping yourself in the shadow."

He slowly nodded.

"As for the certain man who often appear in your dream, ah, there's no need to worry. You need a company then."

"I'm not."

"Sure." you sighed.

You both continue to walk, feeling the warmth hands each other, you smiled as he tried not to grip your palm tightly since you knew he wanted this for so long (according to the system, you can read his mind, the imitate thoughts one, only that you allowed to read).

After a short silence, Dan Heng starts to open his mouth again.

"Y/N."

"Yeah?"

"What if.., you were there in my life, I mean, my past life."

You turn at him in curiosity, "Me? Involved in your past?"

He nodded, "Yeah, what if.. you witness the scene that I used to commit a sin that might against the law of that certain country."

He huffs, looking at you with a straighten facial face, "Will you..be upset and leave me because I was a sinner?"

"Woah, there. I understood, just give me a time to imagine." you panicked.

"Sorry, didn't mean to put you such a pressure."

You once recall of his past, he used to be got chained into a prison cell. You remembered that he was likely that he will be sentenced of his death, unfortunately, he left unsucessed but receive amount of big backlashes from the residents from the Xianzhou, as a unforgivable sinner who against one of forbidden laws,

A curse of immortality.

Which that country forbidded an immortality because of unstable cycle between life and death.

Who those who dared to eat a fruit from abundance tree, they shall curse in suffering as an immortal. Ah, well, let's not to get deep into a detail then.

The fact his past has involve any related to do with 'immortality', so he has been facing such a torture fate after living in a prison.

Maybe related to 'resurrection'.

Of course, if that action is a crime, and unacceptable, it may be a harm to others as well.

You answer, "Ah, I would be disappointed or upset if I ever witness the scene."

"..I see."

"But seriously, you were realizing of your doings just to sacrifice your deeds. And uhm.. look, even i was upset, but, I don't think you did on purpose, so if it was me there, I should tell them not to put you such a cruel treatment."

"Why?"

"Because realize for a mistake that you made, I know you tried to avoid anything. But something it urges you to make things like.."

"Resurrection, yes. Maybe.. my past 'self' did that."

"And here you are, you were changing. You must know that how impressive you are, you were trying your best!" you grinned softly.

He surprised, "..Is that so?"

"Turning over new a leaf, that's the phrase said, right?"

He sighed softly, "Yeah."

"And that's the Dan Heng that I knew. You still remained as yourself right here, right now." you looked at him with a confident.

".And you're not deceiving me for that doings?"

"I'll be lying if I said that I don't. But I don't hate you because of that, you were nice."

"Don't act kind."

"I'm speaking the truth."

He can't help but tighten his grip on yours by your words. Just how badly he wants to pinch your cheek. He was..

..glad to be with you, even he wasn't the chosen one.

"Maybe one day, I'll show you my true form."

You beamed, "Really?"

"Let's see."

"That's not fair." you frown.

"That is not about the fairness. It's about happening for the later." he chuckles a bit.

As you both were walking, share a small laughter each other while kept holding hands each other to make it sure you felt warm.

"Hey."

"Yes, again?" you responded.

"Thanks."

"Huh, for what?"

"For existing."

"You stated that like I was a ghost only was a sight on you."

"Don't joke around."

"Can't atleast you say more nicely?"

"It wasn't my problem." he huffs.

You annoyed but he gripped your hand tightening. As if he refuses to let you go.

"Pat my head later. I'll be in your room." he spoke as you both closely arrived to your villa.

"You said that you don't need my company?"

"I'm just saying."

"Kept denying that then I'll be gone."

"Y/N."

"I'm kidding."

Another pinches from him again from irritation for scaring by your words again. Sigh, what a lovely night.

In the end, Dan Heng silently needs your company during the night so, he took a one seater sofa and moved it next to your bed. For that, he able to get close to you while holding hands each other,

And that, he manages to sleep in peace without getting a same nightmare again.

Consider he did that to be next to you, he must respect your boundaries as well.

Luckily, you insisted, so you reached your hand to him as soon as you laid on your queen-size bed. He shyly took your hand and both of you fell asleep after felt the warmth from the both's palm.

He is now glad, to be with you ever since you both were young (while he wasn't) without feeling anxious or bother. Because you accept him whatever he is, even you're being an idiot to answer that, but you meant what your answer is,

And he whispers in your sleep, "As a promise, I'll protect you, no matter what are you facing now and then."

And he swore to be your side until you both grown up.

In the morning, you ended up being a bedridden again after a cold has strike you.

Sigh, you must endure of your nanny's scolding then.

End.

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honeyheart19 · 2 years

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Can't Help Falling In Love

Chris Alonso x fem!reader, Jim Street x sister!reader

Note: I'm sorry if this is short. I've been listening to a lot of Elvis lately and thought "hmm there's not enough Chris Alonso fics". Enjoy :)

Summery: Chris reflects on her relationship with reader

Warnings: fluffiness, worries of rushing into relationship, implied smut, no order of lyrics, jumping in time

Chris's POV:

*knock knock knock*

I heard the door go, freeing me from my trance "Hey bride to be! Almost ready?" Ericka excitedly said. "Ya sorry, I was just thinking" I replied. "Not getting cold feet are you? Because as close as you are to Street, I don't think he'll take to kindly to you leaving y/n at the alter" she laughed.

"I wouldn't dream of it. I was just thinking of everything that's brought y/n and I here"

Like a river flows Surely to the sea Darling, so it goes Some things are meant to be

"Hey Chris!" Street waved to me "Come meet someone!"

I put my weights down and jogged over.

"Chris, this is my sister y/n. She's gonna be working here at SWAT."

"I'm really gonna be doing paper work and assisting Commander Hicks. It's not even close as important to what you guys do" giggled the y/h/c girl.

I almost didn't even process what she said because I lost bright eyes and her smile that lit up the room. Get a hold of yourself Chris.

"Nonsense, you'll be plenty of importance. Welcome to 20-David" I say shaking her hand.

Take my hand Take my whole life, too For I can't help falling in love with you

"Alright Alright! First round on me!" Hondo yelled as we gathered into our favorite bar to our usual booth. I been a long day for all of us and all I want to do is hangout and relax with y/n 20-David.

"I'm down for a round of pool, any takers?" I asked.

"Nah I'm beat"

"Same here"

"Maybe next round"

"I just want a beer"

"I'm pretty sure you cheat because you're always beating me."

After all the guys turned me down I turned to y/n. "Care for a game?" I asked reaching out my hand. "Of course" she said as she took my hand pulled herself up. "I've never really played this before" she said as we got out sticks.

"That's fine. Lucky for you, you have the master of pool to teach ya"

I get behind her and pull her close to set up her first shot. As the balls scatter, she around to me. If I were to lean a couple inches closer I could feel her soft looking lip. "I guess I am pretty lucky" she says as I'm still holding on to her.

Shall I stay? Would it be a sin If I can't help falling in love with you?

"Do you want to come upstairs?" the y/e/c eyed girl shyly asked me while sharing into my eyes.

I've only known this girl for almost a month. It's our first date, consisting of a scary movie (thank God), the best burgers in town, and funny enough, roller-skating. The day went by so smoothly I feel like I've known this woman for years!

"You don't have to if you're not comfortable of course!" she quickly states while I was struggling to form my words.

I eventually build my confidence.

"Come on" I say as I take her hands in mine "would it really be a sin?" slyly remark.

"I guess not..." she blushes.

We turn to climb to to her apartment hand in hand. Excited to explore where the night take us.

Wise men say Only fools rush in But I can't help falling in love with you

"I think I wanna marry y/n"

*Ppppphhhhfffff*

water sprays from Streets lips and Tan chokes on his bagel while Luca laughs at his misfortune. "You what!?" Street asks.

"Don't you think it's a little early? Deacon questions. "You don't wanna make any foolish decision and rush in"

"You guys have only been living together for just over four months." Street adds.

"We've never seen you rush into anything like this before Chris." says Hondo

"Agh, I know but something about this feels different. It feels right. My family loves her, we have a routine down at home, she's understandable with SWAT hours and we've even discussed plans for our future!" I counter.

"Come on guys!" laughs Luca "I think this is a great idea! Our pal Chris is a fool in love!" he jokes as I role my eyes and smirk. "Besides, SWAT is a family and family supports each other." he says as he gives me a side hug. "Thanks Luca" I smile.

"Fine but, I get best man" Street says as a smile grows on his face.

"Deal"

For I can't help falling in love with you For I can't help falling in love with you

I can't believe I'm here.

I year ago if you would've told me I was gonna meet and marry the love of my life I would've thought you were joking.

But here we are, in Deacon's backyard.

The stars are out, string lights and flowers hang everywhere, I'm surrounded by the people I love. And I'm dancing with my new wife for the first time to our song.

I'm excited to see what the future holds for us.

And I can't help but whisper to the lyrics

"I can't help falling in love with you....."

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beansandsprouts · 10 months

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Enough

Dean Winchester x fem reader

Chapter 2

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Summary: When a hunt starts to get tough, you call in Mary for help. Dean tags along, interested in meeting this hunter his mom won't stop talking about.

Warnings: violence, blood, cursing

Sidenote: crocottas are monsters that appear human and are said to lure their victims into the woods by mimicking the voices of their loved ones so that they can consume their soul.

You'd been investigating this case the last two days. The first day you figured out it was a crocotta. The second day you figured out it was actually two.

After just barely making it out of the forest, you made your way back to your motel room and bandaged your wounds. You'd tripped while trying to escape in the dark and had a nasty scrape on your forearm, and there was a nasty bite on your neck. They'd almost gotten you, you were lucky to be able to fight them off.

You sighed, you would not be able to do this alone. You were a good hunter. A great one even. But even you couldn't take on two crocottas without help.

You turned on your phone and scrolled through your short list of contacts before finding the one you wanted.

The phone rang three times before she picked up.

"Hey y/n."

"Hey Mary, I'm having some trouble on a case and could use yours and Bobby's help."

"Yeah sure! Fill me in."

"Two crocottas."

"Two? You're sure?"

"Considering they both tried to eat my soul, yes I'm sure."

"Bobby's out on a case with a different hunter, so I'll have to bring one of my sons."

"Bring whoever you want. We could use plenty of hands on this one."

"You got it. Text me where you are and we'll leave as soon as we can."

"You're a lifesaver Mary, thank you."

A few hours later and there was a knock on your door. You opened it to be greeted by Mary and two men standing behind her.

"Mary! Thank you so much for coming!" You said as you moved in for a hug. Mary hugged you tightly before you stepped aside to let them in.

"These are my boys, the tall one is Sam and the other is Dean."

"Nice to meet you." You smiled at them, looking them up and down.

Sam's long hair was tucked behind his ears and he offered you a kind smile.

Deans chiseled jaw and nice build certainly caught your eye. He was definitely your type. However, you didn't really think it was a great idea to try and hook up with your friends son.

"So, two crocottas?" Dean asked.

"Yup."

"They usually hunt on their own. Strange to have two in one spot, let alone to have them work together."

"You're telling me," you responded, "I've never seen anything like it."

"Alright, we've got our gear, ready to go?"

"Dean she's injured we should wait until tomorrow." Sam argued.

"No no it's fine. I'm ready to go."

"Honey are you sure? We can wait." Mary murmured to you.

"Yes, I'm good. I want those fuckers dead." You grinned.

The four of you practically fell into the motel room when you'd gotten back. The fight with the two wendigos had been brutal, and everyone had injuries. You pulled out your first aid kit, first tending to yours and Mary's wounds before turning to Dean while she helped Sam.

"Nah I'm ok." He said trying to wave you off.

"Dude, just let me see your arm. You definitely need stitches, that thing cut you pretty good."

"Listen to her Dean." Mary scolded.

Dean sighed and peeled off his flannel, leaving him in a black short sleeve, which you rolled up over his shoulder. You were right, it had cut him pretty good. Three jagged slashes adorned his bicep, though they weren't bleeding anymore.

You wet a cloth to clean up the blood around the area, then disinfected the wounds. Dean hissed in response.

"Sorry. The stitches are gonna hurt too." You muttered.

"Just get it over with."

You carefully stitched up his wounds, ensuring that they wouldn't come undone unless he really exerted himself.

Dean took this opportunity to really get a look at you. You had a small cut on your cheek, probably from running into a branch or a bush. Your eyes were focused, glued to his arm. He looked at the way your jaw curved and the way the strands of hair that'd come out of your ponytail framed your face. You were beautiful, he thought.

You'd been very sweet and encouraging since he'd met you, joking around in the car on the drive to the forest edge. You'd even teased Sam a bit. You had watched their backs out there, and had actually saved his ass. Seeing the difference between the kind and caring you right now and the bloodthirsty ruthless you he'd seen taking down those crocottas gave him whiplash. It was like you were a completely different person.

"Done!" You sat back and admired your handiwork, giving Dean a smile.

"Thanks."

"Anytime." You said as you began packing your stuff up.

"So...where you off to next?" Sam asked.

"Not sure yet," you replied, "I'll probably stay here a few more days until I find another case and then hit the road."

"Well, if you wanted, you could come stay with us." He offered.

"Huh?"

"We've got plenty of room in the bunker, and I'm sure it'd be nice to have a home base. A bed to call your own." Mary piped up.

"And we could use skill like yours on the regular."

"I don't know, I'm more of a lone wolf type of girl." You chuckled.

"That's fine, we're not asking you to go with us on every hunt. Just come join us so we can ask you for help if needed." Sam explained.

You hesitated. Sure, it would be nice to actually have your own room. A place you could call home. A safe place you could go to. But at the same time, you hadn't relied on anyone in years. Not to mention, you really weren't going to be around for a whole lot longer.

"Please, y/n?" Mary whispered.

You looked up at her.

"I worry about you. You're on your own, no one to rely on. It's less likely for something to happen if you come stay with us."

You sighed. She wasn't going to let up on this, and she'd gotten her boys in on it too. And from what you'd heard, they were more stubborn than she was.

"Fine. I'll go."

Mary's face lit up and she pulled you into a hug. Sam grinned and Dean looked pleased.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

You'd chosen a room at random, not realizing yours was right next to Dean's. You put your stuff away, you didn't have much so it didn't take very long. Then went and showered before joining the others in the main room.

"There you are," Mary said as you walked in, "I want you to meet Castiel and Jack."

"The angel and the nephilim." You said, looking between the gruff man and the bright blond boy. They both eyed you curiously.

"Mary talks about you all a lot." You shrugged.

"Well it's nice to meet you. She talks about you a lot too." Jack said.

"She does?" You blinked.

"All the damn time," Dean chuckled, "You'd think she's your mother."

You laughed and sat down at the table, taking a sip of the beer Dean passed to you.

"It's a nice place. How the hell did ya find it?"

"Long story. Used to belong to this group called the Men of Letters. Pretty useful stuff in here. Has all the lore you could ask for." Sam explained.

"Cool." You nodded.

"So how'd you get into hunting?" Jack asked.

"Yeah I was wondering," Sam said, "Mom talks about you a lot but she never mentioned how you got into this life."

"Ah...yeah. Well about 8 years back a werewolf broke into my parent's house and killed them. He was one of a long string of deaths in town so obviously some hunters came to investigate. Long story short they gave me the talk and took me in and taught me everything they knew. They were killed during a case a few years ago."

"I'm sorry, that's a tough way to get into it."

You shrugged, "It's alright. Keeps me sane honestly. I don't think I could just go around living a normal life knowing that there's things out there like that killing people."

"I get that." Sam murmured.

The table went quiet. You bit the inside of your cheek before standing.

"I think I'm gonna go to bed. Thank you guys for having me out here. Night."

A chorus of goodnights sounded in the room and you walked off to yours. You cuddled up in bed and waited to fall asleep. Not too long later you heard the door of the room next to yours shut.

Maybe it would be nice having actually friends. If they were anything like Mary, you'd definitely treasure them.

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spaghettificationandpretzels · 2 years

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A Taste of Heaven Part 8

Very short chapter today, the problems with the tags have sapped some of my motivation and I want to get this out but I don't have the incentive to do much more. The next chapter will be better.

Series Masterlist

Part 7

Contains: Fluff, smut (oral sex F receiving, fingering.) Angst.

2,225 words

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After years of study and effort, you finally secure your dream job, as one of the head curators at the best museum in New York. After inheriting a huge brownstone you're looking for a roommate when your best friend Ubbe comes up with a suggestion, his younger brother Hvitserk. Better yet, you're a food historian and he's a three Michelin star chef.

"I want to do dinner for everyone this weekend, I think it would be good to ask them over here." Hvitserk smiled, "everyone would love that, what are you thinking of cooking?"

You took the cookbooks off the bookshelf in the kitchen, "all historical, and I'm going to do a mango ice demonstration at the table. We have an elderly man who used to come to the museum like clockwork to look at the new exhibits because he got to relive a lot of memories. After what happened, he spent forever in his son's workshop making everyone something. He made me a fruit ice maker."

He pulled you into his arms, "I'm guessing you guys did more for him then just let him look at the new exhibits?" You nodded, "yeah, Carl cooked him a lot of dishes from the great depression. When he started coming, his wife had just passed and he was lonely. He helped us with a lot of historical context so we had to help him back."

His forehead fell on yours, "you guys are just the sweetest." You shook your head, "nah, we're just weird scientist who love first hand sources."

"You good?" You nodded, "it's been a long few days and my head is starting to ache." Mary smiled softly, "go home, please. We don't need you out for four days because you want to be stubbon." You nodded, "are you sure, we still have stuff.." She cut you off, "go or I'll call Ubbe."

You shook your head, "you wouldn't." She put her hands on her hips, "I will. And you better take your meds or you'll still be in shit." You waved your hand dismissively, "I'm going, no need to tell on me."

You got home soon after and Ubbe was on the doorstep waiting for you, "did Mary call you?" He shook his head, "no, why would she call me?" You did your best to pretend that nothing was wrong but he picked up on something, "y/n?" His tone didn't leave much room for you to argue.

"My head's starting to ache." He all but threw you inside the house, "you're taking your meds and resting for the rest of the night." You put your hands on your hips, "I'm fine, I just need a coffee."

He shook his head, "that wasn't a suggestion, do it or I'll call Hvitserk right now. I know you don't want him to come home and deal with this himself." You crossed your arms over your chest, "you call Hvitserk and I'll call Ivar, you know he'll side with me."

Ubbe huffed, "not anymore. The way he sees it, since you won't look after yourself, it's Hvitserk's job to do it for you. You really want him getting in Hvitserk's ear about being in pain?"

You shook your head, "shall we give your theory a go? I'm fine, the pain isn't at that level and now that I'm home I'll be able to get rid of it." Ubbe wasn't having it, "I'm calling Hvitserk whether you like it or not. You're lucky you're not mine because you wouldn't be repeating this." He sounded angry and worried. There was no point in asking him what he meant by his statement, you already had an idea, it seemed a lot of the Lothbrok boys had certain tastes.

Hvitserk burst in the door twenty minutes later just as you were getting out of the shower, "have you sorted yourself out?" Ubbe shook his head, "she won't listen." At this point in time, you knew they were right, the bright lights were becoming offensive.

"Thank Ubbe you can head home." Ubbe gave a curt nod and left. Unlike Ubbe, Hvitserk was a lot more gentle in his approach, "you wanna tell me what's going on in your head? I can tell you're hurting." You shrugged, "I'm terrified of being treated like a drug seeker." He gave you a soft smile, "you can see Ivar's pain doctor from now on, I'll get their office to fix your insurance so you won't be out of pocket."

He sat down on the couch and pulled you with him, pressing your chest into his. "I'm going to put some soup on and you're going to take your medication then we'll spend the rest of the night taking it easy. I've taken tomorrow off and I know you have too so we can spend the day doing whatever you want, ok?" You nodded, "ok."

Hvitserk had dinner on the table soon after, it was simple but tasty and made you feel full without making you feel unwell. "Come on, you look like you need some rest, and a back rub." You rolled your eyes, "I grew up with Ivar y/n, you can't bullshit me." You shook your head, "remind me to punch him the next time I see him."

He laughed, "I'm sure he'd be into that." You cringed, "not that it's bad, but you're all pervs." Hvitserk shook his head and put his hand on your lower back, "I'll let you watch whatever you want on TV."

You put on a sappy animal documentary about animals that mate for life and settle into Hvitserk's lap while he rubbed the soreness out of your back and shoulders. "That's so cute!" You giggled, "are you going to look over the whole beach to find me the perfect pebble?" He nuzzled his face into your neck, "why not, you waddle like a penguin after I fuck you."

You choked a laugh, "that's not fair Mr, you're not the smallest man on the planet." You could almost feel his ego grow, "I'm sorry my love, next time I promise you won't even be able to get out of bed."

You turned around and thumped him on the chest, "you are being inappropriate good sir." You broke out into a giggle and Hvitserk followed after you. As the night wore on and the pain in your head eased with the meds, you found yourself falling asleep against Hvitserk who seemed to notice before you did.

"I think we should call it a night?" You nodded through a yawn, "good idea." You laid almost totally on top of him as he ran his hands up and down your back, "is this ok." He gave you a groan of affirmation, and with the press of his lips to your forehead, you were fast asleep.

******

"Morning." You reached up and rubbed your face, "morning handsome." You rolled over and laid on Hivserk's chest and he took your hand in his, "how are you feeling?" His thumb was running over the back of your hand, "great, a little tired and spacy but find other than that." He smiled softly, "well we can just chill today."

"I need to start things for dinner, some of the recipes take a few days." He nodded, "I'll help then, I like cooking with you." It didn't take long for you to get up and start the day, you were putting the ingredients out while Hvitserk pre-heated the oven.

"I wish you'd think about playing a bigger part at the restaurant. You wouldn't have to change the amount you work, you'd just have more input." You shook your head, "you know I love you right?" He nodded, "of course."

"It's your business, something you worked very hard on. We've gone from friends to lovers in a very short span of time and we're cat parents, you really don't wait for anything, do you?" He smiled, "no I don't because I know that you'd be good and I love you. And I know we're not supposed to talk about these things, but if we break up, it's because we both have talked about it and know it's for the best."

You rubbed your face, "fine but you get the last call and I'm not making any big decisions. We can start with the cookbook we talked about and go from there." His smile stretched across his face, "I love you so much."

"I love you too Hvitty, now that you've gotten your way, can we get back to the cooking?"

You were stirring the sauce when Hvitserk started, "you know, we've never fucked in the kitchen." You turned around only to be pressed against his body, "yes, I know. That's because it's a space where we prepare food for out loved ones and that would be unsanitary."

He laughed, "you could do surgery in this kitchen after you've cleaned it. We're not going to get caught." You pressed a kiss to his chin, "is this some weird man thing, do you need to fuck me on every surface so you feel this is your house?" He smirked, "maybe." You huffed, "you're terrible."

He smiled at you wide and warm, "in that case, I want you to feel at home." The change was immediate, he wasn't waiting for the go ahead anymore, he was pressing you into the kitchen bench with his hands on your waist.

"You're so beautiful." His fingertips grazed over your cheek, then he was dropping to his knees. He lifted up your shirt and kissed along the waist of your jeans, his fingers opening the fly. He pulled them down along with your underwear and then lifted a leg onto his shoulder and you braced yourself on the bench as he leaned in to kiss your centre.

You placed one hand on his head and pushed him in closer, Hvitserk moaning like a man starved. "Oh my God." He pulled away and replaced his mouth with his thumb, "Hvitserk is fine."

You shook your head, "get back to it Mister." He giggled, "of course pretty girl." His head dipped back between your legs and wrapped around your clit. "More please." He smiled against your skin then slid two long fingers inside you. Your head dropped back and you gasped, "thank you."

He held your leg tightly as he pressed his fingertips to your G-Spot, you pressed him closer to you as you shuttered around him then he was standing up and wiping his wet face with his hand.

meewww

"Really?" You turned around and the cats were standing in the doorway looking very unimpressed, "ignore them."

Mewooooooo

"Take a break for kitten cuddles?" Hvitserk smiled, "why not"

*********

"That's the last of it." Hvitserk lifted the food filled tray onto his shoulder, "we better hurry up before Bjorn comes in and starts eating out of the pot." You entered the dinner room and placed all the food on the table, Ubbe reaching out before you and Hvitserk had even sat down.

Aslaug slapped his hand, "Ubbe, don't be rude. What have you cook for us tonight y/n, it all looks lovely." You smiled and pointed to each dish, "this is what was thought to be the first pizza, the recipe is from the first ever western cookbook Apicius, this one is from south America and uses heirloom corn and this one is a fish recipe from the Han Dynasty."

When you looked over at Ubbe his mouth was already full, "this fish is really good." You shook your head, "tuck in guys, there should be enough for leftovers."

There was not enough for leftover, their plates were wiped clean after seconds and thirds. "You ready for dessert?" A round of nods, you and Hvitserk got up and got the ice treat maker out, carry it to the table to start the fun.

"This was made by one of your lovely patrons, in ten minutes, we will have a lovely mango ice treat." You placed the mango mix in the barrel and started to spin it, a light scent of fruit and mint filling the air. After ten minutes, you open the machine and start to portion the icy substance out, Ubbe filled his bowl and started to tuck in before anyone else got the chance.

"This is really good, can you make strawberry next time?" Lagertha shook her head, "I'm sorry for our sons, they were raised to be more grateful than that." You shook your head, "it's fine, I like that they enjoy the food."

Riiiiiing, "I'm sorry, that's the ringtone for the DA, I need to take it." The phone called waa quick, "Hicks has just been stabbed in jail, he's dead." Their eyes went wide, "what?"

"Some Neo-Nazi was pissed that he was talking and stabbed him, they guy isn't saying anything only that he had it coming for betraying a good white man. They think it was a hit."

Ragnar rubbed his face, "could it be that politician that came to see you that day, you said he wasn't impressed about his friend ratting?" You shrugged "if it is him no one's going talk. I need to do the dishes, I'll be back in five."

The moment you were out of earshot they started talking, "what the fuck happened? I thought we were going to make sure this guy was going to pay?" Ivar seemed very angry, "we all know it was that senator, the spate of fires in his low-income buildings now this. It was only a matter of time."

"We'll go help clean up, and Ivar's staying here tonight. We have no idea if this guy is going to hit the museum staff next."

Part 9

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sugdenlovesdingle · 2 years

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Pfft I can’t be bothered to vote b it’s not like it matters I’m happy living with crippling student debt and working for an old grumpy arsehole and a soon to be nagging husband

In short nah screw voting

you're lucky I can't slap you through the computer!

if everyone was like "nah i'm not voting, it doesn't do anything" NOTHING would ever change! Your upcoming marriage would still be illegal - your RELATIONSHIP would still be illegal, women would still be considered property, wouldn't have the right to vote, would be expected to quit their job and stay home with the kids as soon as they got married.

my grandmother had to officially have permission from her husband to OPEN A BANK ACCOUNT when my mum was little. That was in the 50s/60s. that changed because people who thought that was bullshit got voted into office.

BIden's administration is forgiving student debt - because that's important to the people who voted for them.

there are serious talks about the Dutch government officially apologising for the Dutch slavery history. The city of Amsterdam and Rotterdam have officially apologised. There are talks about making Keti Koti (the celebration of the end of slavery) a national holiday. You know why that is? Because people who think that should happen got voted into office.

Make up is no longer tested on animals in the EU - because people voted for people who made that happen.

Liz Truss is incompetent but she is still a woman in the most important position in the country (or well - was). That wouldn't have happened if nobody who believed women should be allowed to "run for office" (or whatever the British equivalent of that term is) ever stood up for what they believed in and other people stood up with them AND VOTED.

One thing you can be sure of is that the people who benefit from the system being the way it is now, will go vote to make sure it stays that way.

In the Netherlands we've had the same incompetent asshole as prime minister for over 10 years. His party have gutted the healthcare system, fucked up the energy market, introduced legislations that require people who are on benefits to 'do something in return" and work as a volunteer in some way (taking care of family counts as volunteering too). if you don't, you don't get any money. and don't even think about asking friends or family for a loan or even accept a bag of shopping from them - you will get caught (people can report you) and they will dock your pay.

The people affected by this bullshit are not the people who vote for the assholes who came up with it. But they are the most likely to go "i'm not voting, it doesn't change anything". and THAT'S WHY after the last elections we got shafted with the same assholes who'd just resigned over scandal number 1228463941 - their supporters vote. The upper class, rich, bastards who look down on people on benefits. They LIKE the system where the default is that someone can own a fuckton of houses, rent them out for a fuckton of money AND THEN DON'T HAVE TO PAY TAXES ON IT. They're not going to sit back and watch the lazy, unemployed ("they just don't want to work"), peasants change that system - they vote to keep their guy in office!

I was going voting with my parents when I was little and I got to press the button or colour the little box next to their candidate's name red. The first time I got my own polling card I wanted to frame it! My parents were so proud they wanted to take a picture of me at the polling station. Fuck driving or legally drinking or even getting married - my dad was there when I got to vote for the first time, i think that meant more to him.

I could rant about this for hours but I'm hungry so I'll stop and go fix myself something to eat.

But whatever you do - the next election GO! VOTE!

#justherebecausemackenzieboyd

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pacifymebby · 2 years

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Okay so I’m back from the date/hanging out and it was amazing! I didn’t make a fool of myself and he held my hand the entire time and didn’t let me fall down. So he’s definitely got sds energy he kept doing the like the hottest thing which was unbuckling my seatbelt for me??? Like idk why it was hot but it was really hot! And then we ended up making out on the beach lol. He just keeps calling me cute under his breath and I’m like 😭 stooooop my poor little heart can’t take it. But then we ended up going back to his place and walking his dog and he said he’s gonna have to get used to walking the dog and holding hands at the same time and now I’m like 🥹 because like that means he wants to do that with me more.

And now for the grand finale! We didn’t end up having full on sex sex but we did go further than making out. And he made me feel so comfortable it was so sweet omg. He really does respect me and I dont know how I got so lucky! Like tmi but he asked if I wanted to go further and I said yes and I asked what he wanted to do and the first thing he says is I could give you head… lord have mercy who sent this man down from the heavens? I didn’t ended up agreeing to that though because I was too self conscious for it. I’m a little lost when it comes to grooming down there??? Do guys mind if you’re not like clean shaven?? But yeah for a first time I wasn’t as self conscious as I though I’d be so that was nice and he seemed to be into the same kinda stuff I am so that’s good. I definitely think I shocked him tho because I pulled out some groupie-like stops so thank you very much for that. Like for real I did the whole sucking his fingers thing like I’m pretty sure she’s done I think his soul left his body. Fr tho I’ve probably said too much already you probably don’t want to know all this 💀 But like really I feel like reading the groupie has prepared me for so much lol.

Oh my godddd bestie, angel, lovely this is all just soooo cute I'm dying reading these updates!!!fucking hell tho people doing up/undoing your seat belt for you kills me, I actually wish B would do this more often haha

That thing about walking the dog and holding ur hand is adorable, how did u not just die I'd literally have dropped dead on the spot. Who is this man he is doing the Lords work and all other men need to take notes.

And omg no that's not tmi at all!!!! Litterally tell me anything/everything it's totally cool with me.

Nah idk the whole shaving thing still gets me and I have no idea what men actually like because I think it's a personal preference thing? But like, don't feel like you need to shave if you're not comfortable with it?

I'll be totally honest here and say that I mostly just trim mine? Like I shave mine in like just more than a bikini style? Kinda like this middle one?

And I tend to keep the actual hair around my actual "area" (lol) shaven/short. But I wouldn't rec shaving EVERYTHING because the razorburn/growing back can be grim and like, not remotely worth it.

I think that like, I've asked B about what he likes before and has always just been like "not really up to me is it, it's what you're comfortable with" and tbh I think that's pretty true. Like, the only thing that occasionally happens is when he goes down on me he'll get one of my pubes in his mouth but we always just laugh it off and like, I get his pubes in my mouth sometimes too ya know? It's not really as deep as people make it out to be.

And I'm certain the whole fully shaven thing is only pushed by porn and waxing salons lolll

Also omgggg I can't believe the groupie is inspiring ur real live movess, I'm so proud and also, so proud of u haha, like yess bestie u go out and suck his fingers like a pro ♥️

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Yuugo and Rin, 25, for the ask

I wasn't sure how you feel about AUs and divergences, so I made this canon compliant: younger Yuugo and Rin, having an adventure together.

(Anyone else want a ficlet? The prompt list is here.)

"Yuugo, why are you crying?"

Yuugo sniffled. Rin looked at him with the mix of pity and exasperation her best friend often provoked. He was one of the sweetest people she'd ever met and she cared for him deeply, but the fact remained that his problems were, at least half the time, the result of something he'd done to himself.

"Come on," she told him. "I can't help you if you don't tell me what's wrong."

"I don't think you can help," Yuugo said through his tears. "I don't think anyone can."

"Try me," she suggested.

He sniffled again and tried to pull himself together.

"You know how Haseo got those new cards?" he asked.

Rin knew. Getting new cards was such a rarity that it generally caused talk among the children in the orphanage for days afterwards. This latest batch had been a windfall: a couple of boxes of booster packs had fallen off a truck when it hit a pothole and a door had shaken loose. Someone had scrounged them for the children to play with, and everyone at the orphanage had gotten a few packs. It had been better than Christmas. But Haseo was the lucky one, because one of his packs had contained a rare card, making Haseo the celebrity of the moment. Luckily, Haseo was a good natured boy, or all the attention might have gone to his head.

"Well, I got into an argument with some of those guys who run with the gangs on Short Street," Yuugo went on. "They challenged me to a duel today, and Haseo offered to let me borrow some of his cards so I'd be sure to win."

Rin began to see where this was going. The Short Street gang was, in her opinion, nothing but a bunch of juvenile delinquents, a pack of losers who spent more time trying to convince people of how tough they were than actually doing anything worth mentioning. In this part of town, even committing actual crimes might have gotten them some respect, if they'd committed them against the right people, but the Short Street gang seemed to think that picking on orphaned kids was about their speed.

"Did you win?" she asked.

"Of course I won!" Yuugo huffed. "You think I'd let them beat me? But they saw what kind of cards I was using and started pushing me to hand them over, which I wouldn't have even if they had been mine. So then they started trying to take them by force..."

"And now they've stolen Haseo's cards," Rin concluded.

Yuugo shook his head. "Nah. If they'd done that, I'd just go and steal 'em back. But they were making noise and I was yelling and we were kind of, you know, scuffling, and Security showed up and said we were fighting. They arrested some of the Short Street guys and took the cards as evidence."

Rin winced. She knew what that meant in real life terms: the Security men had taken the cards and would doubtless either keep them for themselves or sell them for a profit. Either way, Haseo was never going to see them again.

"So now I'm stuck," said Yuugo. "If I go and tell Haseo what happened, he'll be upset and he'll never loan me his stuff again, but if I go after the Security guys, I'll just get in even more trouble. I might even get arrested! There's no way to win this!"

Rin thought about the matter for a bit.

"Maybe," she said. "Can you help me get some stuff? Not steal," she added quickly. "But I need my good dress, and some of Matron's makeup and stuff."

"I can probably do that," said Yuugo. The dress was to impress potential adopters, kept in storage most of the time, so she wouldn't get it dirty, but getting it down from the attic was no great challenge. Borrowing some of the matron's costume jewelry would be a bit more of a challenge, but it was still well within Yuugo's range. "What do you need it for?"

"To look respectable," said Rin. "Don't worry. Just leave everything to me."

******

Rin waited and watched. For the past few blocks, she had been stalking the Security officers who had taken Yuugo's borrowed cards. She hated to just stand by and watch them while they hassled the people of her neighborhood, most of whom were nice people whose only crime was to be born on the wrong side of town, but she didn't dare intervene. If she jumped the gun and acted too soon, her act probably wouldn't come off, but if she took her eyes off these men for even a moment, she might never find them again. All she could do was creep along through shadows and over rooftops, holding the hem of her dress in one hand to prevent it picking up even the smallest smudge of dirt.

At last, they reached the edge of what Rin might have considered her territory: the place where the slums she had grown up in began to give way to more respectable neighborhoods. She made sure of which way her targets were going, and then hurried around the block so she could be seen coming back in the other direction. She looked around, feigning worry, then brightened as she let her gaze fall on the Security men.

"Oh, thank goodness!" she cried, hurrying towards them. "Please, officers, I need your help!"

The officers looked at her, and she looked up at them with her most appealing look. She had to admit, Yuugo had done sterling work. He'd filched a lipstick and some nail polish, as well as some hair clips and a pearl necklace. With his help, she'd managed to turn herself into a reasonable facsimile of a pampered rich girl whose whims should be taken seriously.

"What can we do for you, little lady?" one of them asked.

"I was playing in the park with some of my friends," she said, allowing a quaver to creep into her voice, "and some rough men came and stole some of my cards. Can you help me get them back, please?"

She looked at them appealingly. Maybe it was because she was genuinely concerned, but they seemed to believe her act.

"Can you describe these cards, Miss?" asked the officer who seemed to be in charge.

Rin nodded. Yuugo had given her the extensive list. He might be a bit airheaded in some areas of his life, but he had an excellent memory when it came to the cards he'd been playing. When she was done with her recitation, the officer nodded.

"Well, you're in luck," he said. "We caught some hoods fighting each other and one of them had your cards on him."

He reached into his pocket, beginning to take them out, but his partner stopped him.

"Wait," he said. "How do you know she's telling the truth? She could be in league with them!"

"What are you talking about?" the other officer replied. "Just look at her! Those are real pearls she's wearing! Her nail polish isn't even chipped, and you think she could be one of those delinquents? You need to get your eyes checked."

Rin managed to coax out a sob and rubbed at her eyes. "How can you say I'm one of those awful people? That's mean!"

"Hey, hey, don't cry!" said the second officer, sounding frantic. He fumbled a handkerchief out of his pocket and offered it to her. "I didn't mean it, really. Anyone can see you're a very respectable young lady."

Rin dabbed at her eyes with the handkerchief. The other officer offered her the cards, counting them all out carefully.

"Thank you so much!" she said. She gave them each a hug, thinking to herself that she was going to have to wash this dress before she washed it again. Still, it was important to keep up the act. She waved to them both as she skipped away and made herself vanish back around the corner.

A few minutes later, she was climbing back over the orphanage fence. Yuugo was waiting for her there.

"You were gone a long time," he said, as he hustled her back inside to change. "Did it go okay?"

"No problem!" she assured him, flaunting the cards. She grinned. "And I stole a Security officer's handkerchief."

"Awesome," said Yuugo. He gazed at her with idol worship in his eyes. "But I bet it wouldn't have worked if you weren't so pretty."

She blushed. "It was just the dress and stuff. Anyone could have done it."

"If they were brave and smart enough," said Yuugo. "<I>And</I> pretty. And there's nobody as smart and pretty and brave as you."

He really means it, she thought. She turned away, trying to hide how warm her face was becoming.

"Come on," she said. "Help me get rid of this stuff before Matron comes in and notices."

He helped her out of her borrowed finery, and then he scampered off to put everything back where it belonged. She pulled her day clothes back on and flopped back onto her bed. Now that it was all over, she felt drained.

Stupid Yuugo, she thought, smiling a little. Imagine getting himself into such a fix! All the same, it had been kind of fun, pulling the wool over those officers' eyes. Somehow, life was always fun when Yuugo was around. Lying there drowsing, she could only think to herself that if she stuck with Yuugo, her life would be nothing but adventures.

And I wouldn't have it any other way.

#yugioh arc v

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samadiw · 3 years

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Knickers - Part 02 - Red Knickers ❤

Hermione stares at the ceiling and smiles.

She feels rather hot and flustered

Being Head Girl meant she had her own room and tonight she was grateful for just that.

Slipping her hand inside the waistband of her night shorts she touches herself to the mental image of a handsome platinum blonde.

Truth be told, the fact that he saw her knickers made her wet, it excited her and she had plans to keep the ball rolling.

Slytherin green, done!

Gryffindor red, coming right up!

She thanked Merlin for shaving her bits and mowing the law so to speak, despite the lack of sexual activity she still kept herself smooth as baby's backside and by the looks of it, it paid off.

Draco played with his wand, orange sparks flew off the end and hit Theo square in the face.

T : "Hey! Watch it."

D : "Sorry, mate."

T : "You've been acting fucking weird all day."

T : "Are you fucking someone new?"

Draco wished he was fucking the witch he couldn't stop thinking about.

God damn those creamy smooth thighs, he would give his inheritance to have them wrapped around his waist.

What he wouldn't give to pound into her like a fucking jack hammer.

T : "Draco?"

T : "Malfoy?"

Would he never be able to finish a bloody daydream? He planned on getting rough with their darling Head Girl.

Something deep within told him that she would love every filthy fucking second of it.

D : "Hmm...will you fuckers stop bugging me."

T : "Calm your tits, mate, you want to play a game of chess?"

D : "Nah, I'm going to sleep."

Sleep didnt come easy, a certain Gryffindor princess kept invading his thoughts.

Hermione felt great, true to her word she fished out the red silk thong she bought last Christmas.

It was an impulsive buy, you know, just in case a gentleman decided to have his wicked way with her.

Gentleman?

How bloody ironic, she was wearing it to entice the ultimate Slytherin prat, a gorgeous extremely fuckable prat.

Hermione wondered if he was packing and whether the rumours were true?

Draco shoved Theo jovially and they walk into the Great Hall in high spirits.

Carefully, Draco takes the same seat as the day before and braves a look towards the Gryffindor table.

Fuck, she was staring at him.

A smirk greets him, she was laughing at him or was she waiting for him?

Why else would she plonk herself in the same place where he got ample view of her twat.

Granger stares at him unashamed and bold, fuck, that itself was enough to get him hard.

Hermione cocks her head to the side, bites her lip and subtly points downwards.

Draco raises a brow in question.

D : "What the bloody fuck is she doing?"

T : "You say something, mate?"

D : "Yeah, umm, this toast is fucking fantastic."

T : "Er...yeah sure, toast."

Blaise slides into the seat next to Theo, a sloppy grin adornes his face.

T : "Ah, good morning, Blaise and where pray tell have you been?"

B : "Encouraging unity among the houses."

Draco and Blaise high five.

T : "Who the fuck?"

B : "A gentleman never tells, Nott."

T : "Well, you need a fucking shower, you smell like Goyles armpit."

Ginny engages Hermione in conversation.

Draco coughs loudly and purposely drops his quill.

B : "Let me get that...."

D : "Don't you fucking dare."

B : "Ookaaay....."

Draco bends to retrieve the quill and there it was, Hermione Grangers silk covered cunt.

Has he ever seen anything so glorious? Doubtful.

Salazar, he couldn't afford to get this hard.

Was that a bloody lion on the front?

Fuck, she was hot.

Her skin looked so fucking delectable, when the time came, he was going to devour her whole.

His cock screams bloody murder, definitely need to wank before class.

Draco emerges and Theo and Blaise stare at him oddly

T : "Did you take a bloody nap down there?"

B : "You are behaving rather strangely, even by your standards."

D : "Fuck off."

T : "Come on, let's get to class."

Hermione adjusts her skirt and catches Draco's eyes rove over her hungrily.

She pushes her tits out, winks and makes her way to class.

B : "You coming, Drake?"

D : "Go on gents, need to visit the little boys room, I'll catch up with you."

Draco rounds the corner intent on getting himself off to the image of Granger bouncing on his cock but instead he makes the turn and crashes right into her.

H : "What the fuck, Malfoy?"

What the fuck indeed.

A petrified 1st year takes the opportunity and scurries away like a frightened mouse.

Draco does a quick look around, grabs Hermione's wrist and drags her into an empty classroom.

H : "What are you...."

D : "Ssshhhh...."

He traces her bottom lip with the pad of his thumb and an involuntary moan escapes her ruby red lips.

Kiss her, fool. She's begging for it.

Draco brings his face close to Hermione's and rasps.

D : "I enjoyed the show."

Hermione moves back and eyes the faint outline of his bulge through the bulky robes and grins.

H : "I can tell."

She closer the gap between them and cups his package over the material, her fingers tease his stiffened shaft.

Draco throws his head back and groans.

D : "Fuck..."

In a sugary sweet voice, Hermione muses.

H : "I'm sorry, Malfoy, did I do something wrong?"

Lost to pleasure, Draco struggles to string words together.

D : "N..n..no..."

Malfoy feels larger than average and Hermione feels a sudden wetness between her thighs, it's been awhile since she's had sex.

Hermione starts to stroke him, slowly at first but when her movements turn urgent Draco grabs her wrist and pushes her back.

D : "What the fuck are you playing at, Granger?"

H : "I didn't start this, Malfoy."

D : "Well, I didnt plan on seeing your knickers, maybe you should keep your legs together and not lure unsuspecting wizards into forbidden fantasies."

H : "You can always choose not to look."

D : "Fuck that, I look because it's so damn gorgeous and I wont lie, it's been a rather kinky fantasy of mine."

H : "To see me in my knickers or fuck me?"

Draco swallows hard, who was this woman? Who ever it was, he liked her, clearly Granger was possessed by someone else.

D : "Both, I want to spread you out and...."

Hermione cuts him off.

H : "We have class, Malfoy, we mustn't be tardy."

Her eyes linger on his erection.

H : "I trust you can finish yourself off."

D : "You can finish me off."

H : "I don't think so, I'm not in a mood anymore, besides, I'm late for class."

D : "Don't be a bloody bitch."

H : "Well, you shouldn't have stopped me earlier, I wanted to deep throat and suck you off."

His knees almost give out.

Now she tells him, well done, you fucking idiot.

His cock was ready to take off, he palms it and in full view of her starts to unzip.

Hermione reluctantly turns to leave, it would work well in her favour to keep him at bay.

D : "Same time tomorrow?"

Hermione smiles mischievously.

H : "Definitely, the lucky colour is yellow."

D : "Argh, yellow? You do take this house unity thing seriously.

H : "Have a good wank, Malfoy."

Draco takes his cock out, wraps his long fingers around the impressive girth and starts to work it.

Hermione stares at it and licks her suddenly dry lips, definitely larger than average.

Her reaction to seeing his dick amuses him.

D : "See something you like?"

Hermione yawns pointedly.

H : "Nothing I haven't seen before."

Liar liar pants on fire, like the rest of him, his cock was perfection.

D : "Fuck off, Granger, unless you want to stay and help me."

H : "Maybe some other time, toodles."

D : "Teasing cunt...argh...fuck...yes."

#dramione #draco and hermione #draco x hermione #hermione granger #draco lucius malfoy #dramionefandom #dramionefanart #dramione smut #draco fanfiction #dramione fanfic #draco #Hermione #Gryffindor #Slytherin #hogwarts #dramionedrabble #smuttydrabble

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written-by-ariddletobesolved · 3 years

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little prince.

For Helsa Week 2021, Day 1: Parenthood ♥️ @helsaweekmasterlist

Excerpt. It was a perfect day for him and his little family, just the three of them, together, and he couldn't ask for something more perfect than this precious moment.

Rating: G • Word Count: 1,355

The fic will soon be posted on AO3 and FFnet as per usual. It's already day 2, where I live, but nah, let me post this now cause I fell asleep and it's still 19 April somewhere in the globe. Also, the prequel of this fic will be posted soon cause it fits the prompt (Soulmates) so please stay tuned. Hope you like it! 💕

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Hans knew this day would arrive, yet no matter how much he tried to convince himself that he would be fine, it was still something he dreaded most. He wasn't ready for such a responsibility, then he recalled his mother's words from the last letter: who ever is ready?

The Prince Consort had just adjourned a Council meeting and was on his way to pick up some flowers for his wife, when he saw Kai, the Queen's advisor, quickly walked towards him. A tall servant, dressed in her usual day uniform in Arendelle's signature colour, was trailing after the advisor. Hans flashed them a smile, which turned into a slight frown as he noticed the look of panic and shock on their faces.

"Your Highness." Kai and the servant bowed.

"Is there anything you'd like to say, Kai?" Hans raised an eyebrow.

Kai took a deep breath, as if he was trying to compose himself, before he spoke, "It's the Queen."

As soon as he heard those words, Hans began to think of the worst. What happened to Elsa? Are they going to be okay? Goodness, he could only wonder and hope for the best.

"Did something happen to her?"

"The Queen is in labour, Sir," the tall servant replied.

The news gave him heart palpitations, and he was too stunned to move. "Already? But the doctor said the baby wouldn't be due until the end of the month."

"Apparently, there's still a chance that the baby would be due sooner," Kai added, then made a gesture to let him walk first.

"Has the doctor been called?"

The advisor replied from beside him, "Yes, Sir. He is already there with the Queen."

"What about the Princess?"

The auburn haired Prince could only imagine the look of shock on his sister in law's face when she realised she might miss the birth of her nephew or niece. He wondered if she and Kristoff would cut their honeymoon short once they received the news.

"We've already sent a messenger to the inn they're staying in."

Hans nodded. "Thank you, Kai."

With every step he took towards their chamber, Hans couldn't help but worry. His soulmate, the love of his life, was looking radiant and well that morning. He didn't even hear any complaints from her about any pain, or how their baby kept her up all night. Then again, Elsa rarely complained and mostly kept everything to herself. Having been trained all her life to conceal her powers, it was a lesson that became a habit and stayed with her.

Stopping before a white wooden double door with various patterns, he then grabbed the handle, before one of the servants stopped him.

"I'm sorry, Sir, but you're not allowed in."

"I'm the husband of the Queen, I have every right to be there," he stated firmly, masking his nerves behind the shades.

Not waiting for an approval, he pushed the door open. The moment he stepped in, Hans was greeted by the sight of his wife lying on the bed, back propped up by a few pillows and cushions behind her. He caught her weak smile, almost immediately, and it still bore the same warmth, despite the fact that she must be in so much pain.

"Elsa!"

In a brief second, Hans was already on his wife's side, holding her hand. He pressed a gentle kiss on her temple, then murmured some sweet nothings to her ear. From the look on her face and her ragged breathing, he could tell she was as nervous as he was.

The elegant Queen of ice and snow, who usually concealed her emotions well from the world, was now looking disheveled and undone. Her platinum blonde hair was unkempt, sweats rolling down her forehead, and she gave his hand a gentle squeeze. Elsa allowed him to embrace her, as she turned to rest her head against his shoulder.

"Hans, what if," she paused, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. Once she finally calmed down, she gazed into his emerald eyes, her free hand resting on her belly. "If something goes wrong—"

"Oh, please don't say that." Hans furrowed his eyebrows, not liking where the conversation might be heading to. "We have talked about this, Elsa."

"Yes, we have. But promise me, if it goes wrong and I can't make it, promise me that you will take care of our child and make sure they are loved." She choked back a sob. "Don't make the same mistake as our parents."

He knew the risks of childbirth. He had witnessed how one of his brothers slowly sank into madness after both his wife and their unborn child passed away. The past few months, the image had been haunting him until he picked up a pen and wrote to his mother back home, which was so out of character for him. But he didn't want to bother Elsa with his thoughts and fears, for she already had enough things on her plate.

He held her cerulean gaze with honesty and love. Her soulmate. The one who had kept him grounded. The one who had conquered her own fears. Now she looked so scared. Although Hans knew she was a strong woman and what she was capable of, he understood her. What she needed at the moment was a reassurance.

"Elsa, hey," he gently called her, brushing back her hair and tucked it behind her ear. "I promise." Pressing languid kisses on her cheek, he came to rest his hand atop her hand that was resting on her belly.

"It'll be alright, darling. You are strong, and you can do this, okay?"

Elsa nodded, blinking back the tears furiously. She tried to catch her breath, gripping his hand tightly. Her palm felt cold in his grasp, and Hans could only imagine how she was feeling.

"I will be here, holding you. We will get through this together, yeah?" He murmured. Nuzzling her hair, he murmured softly, "I got you, Elsa."

If only everything was easy and full of certainty.

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The quietude felt so strange for them. After hours of constant screaming and crying in pain, the silence that was currently engulfing them almost felt too loud, but the Queen and the Prince Consort found it rather peaceful.

Hans sat on the bed with his back resting against the headrest. Smiling, He watched as the small bundle of joy fell asleep on his mother's chest. The small fingers curled in front of his face, and Hans couldn't help but observe his face closely. He beamed when he realised that his son inherited Westergaard's nose and hair colour.

His son. Their little prince.

Warmth filled his chest at that thought. It almost felt like a dream for him, how his world had changed so quickly. Two years ago, he was shipped to Arendelle to seduce the Crown Princess of Arendelle, who turned out to be his soulmate. Little did he know that he would grow to love her, and they would make it work together.

"A penny for your thoughts?" The gentle whisper woke him from his train of thoughts.

He turned to see Elsa smiled, her eyes blinking slowly as if she tried to fight the sleepiness. Leaning in, he captured her lips with his, the taste of her lips lingering for a while.

"I was just thinking about how lucky I am."

"Me too, actually," she said, before yawning.

At that sight, Hans tried to hold back his chuckle, especially when the baby had just fallen asleep.

"Get some sleep, darling." Lying on the bed to hold her, he then pressed another kiss on the top of her head. "I'll be here when you wake up."

"I love you," she murmured, eyes fluttering close.

"I love you too, Elsa." He gushed. "You and our little prince."

It was a perfect day for him and his little family, just the three of them, together. Glancing at the mother and son, his heart was full of happiness and warmth. He couldn't ask for something more perfect than this precious moment.

#helsa #Helsa Week 2021 #Helsa Week #HelsaWeek2021 #elsa x hans #hans x elsa #iceburns #hansla #queen elsa #prince hans #frozen #helsa fanfiction

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worldsover · 3 years

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Dal Segno ft. Chuu

length ✦ 3570

genres ✧ music making; oral fixation; facefuck; subby!Chuu

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Composition is only fifty percent of the process, you've heard, but it's closer to ten for you. For the importance of a solid melody and chord progression with the right instruments and singer, a song becomes less than the sum of its parts with bad mixing because all that effort goes to waste when you can’t hear something, or when something is too loud, or when a certain je ne sais quoi is wrong. But you do know. You don't have to be a chef to be a food critic but it certainly helps. Avoid muddling the lows as it waters down the soup. Carve space in the highs to prevent too much salt from killing the taste buds. Have at most five sounds at a time or else the flavors clash. Focus on these basic techniques to guide you as repetition wears down your mind. Funny. Repetition legitimizes especially in music yet here you are fatigued by repetition as though you weren't down four cups of black coffee. Repetition legitimizes. “From the sign,” the translation reads. Notation, simply instructing a musician to return to a certain point in a piece. You recognize it as an intro song you wrote years ago.

Glass and foam separate the undersized room. Cheap ramen and dampness in the hot air contribute to the odor. You would keep the fan on, if it were worth the extra time filtering out faint noise from recordings. The only scent that keeps you sane is a slight strawberry flavor lingering in the room. Jiwoo. Your muse. A large clock holds both of its hands near one with the lack of natural light muddling whether it’s AM or PM. Studios were always underground man-caves whether they were discount rooms or the signature workspace of the biggest producers. Here you are in the former. Look down at the Macbook and all the wires, sliders, and knobs. Deep breath. “Take 63,” you say into the cheap control room microphone.

“Not good enough.”

“Again.”

“One more.”

Look up. Jiwoo sucks on a grape lollipop. You stare. Watching her fixated on getting all flavor out of the purple sweet derails your flow state. See, work had a rhythm. Listen, volume up, hotkey to copy this clip, volume down. The obvious innuendo sends you offbeat. That perky butt bending over to get a notebook filled with lyrics entrenches the folds of your brain. She didn’t have to wear that skirt. You’ve seen that skirt already and you wish she weren’t wearing it. Oh, you really wish she weren’t wearing that skirt. Guilt sets in. You’re a trusted coworker, she, a naive girl. It takes a while to find your groove again. Your stare has yet to cease until she finally returns the eye contact with candy still in mouth. Her pink tongue laps to secure all the sugar and red pillows engulf the ever-shrinking circle. Pop. Anyone else and it would be calculated action.

“Oppa." Her voice resounds in your monitor headphones. "I don’t know if these harmonies really make sense. Why did you write the second voice to cross down below the main line? Plus it goes so low."

“To be fair, you wrote both of those melodies and you said you wanted them in the same song. Tell me anywhere else they’d work.”

“Ugh, let’s figure this out later. Next song.“

Dozens of takes later and Jiwoo’s frustration causes her to make mistakes. Sometimes she even tries to start singing with the sucker in her mouth. For the character she plays, you know she’s a professional and that she can be better. Yet hours later, she still could not get the vocal runs right. Incomplete songs bloat your project folder: "Jiwoo - Mania", "Jiwoo - Look Closer", "Jiwoo - Untitled Idea 21". Just a small side project that the company approved during another ample period of break time between comebacks. That’s why the director didn’t even let you use the company’s facilities, instead opting to rent out this cheap closet of a studio. At least no one would be mad about the amount of time you spent recording together.

You shift seats from the leather office chair to the white lovechair, the only two pieces of furniture that fit comfortably in the room. Jiwoo follows suit and leaves the recording booth, really more of a phone booth in square footage, while she huffs and puffs on her candy.

“I’m tired, oppa,” she says.

“Me too, Jiwoo. May I remind you that I’m not getting paid extra for this. Are you gonna focus or what?” your voice just a few cents down, just a bit harsher.

“I, I’m sorry.” A lick anyway. Her meek tone disappears, “Ya! You know how good your royalties are gonna be. Sole producer and all that. Plus, here you are still doing all this work for me." Why were you working so hard on this? "You know, if you just taught me how to use Ableton-”

“Then I’d be out of a job.”

Jiwoo frowns, “Wow, selfish much? You could’ve joined me as a trainee.”

“Nah, no way. Fish dance better.”

“Shut up, oppa. You would’ve easily made it with your, um, musical talent.” She clamps down on the lollipop with her mouth.

“You good? What was that?”

“Let’s," she stands promptly, "get back to recording.”

Crack. Jiwoo bites down on the lollipop and throws the stick in the trash. In ten minutes, she nails the verse she spent hours trying to get right. It'd be really nice to know what catalyzed that rally. You'd ask but driving Jiwoo back to her dorm is quiet as usual.

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Make a good impression on someone, anyone, on your first day as a mixing engineer. That’s why you returned to the Blockberry Creative building with an extra bar of Melona in hand. A simple bribery. Light beamed down between two skyscrapers on a short girl with long hair and strands of bangs adorning her forehead. She stood outside the lobby, introducing herself to every passerby. You had to pinch her cheeks, the intrusive thought screamed.

She scurried up to you. “Hi! I’m Kim Jiwoo and I’m going to become an idol!”

Ah, a trainee. You already knew she was destined to become one. Well, not literally, you weren’t in charge of that. But her overflowing charm was impossible to ignore. You had to tease her though, “Are you sure?”

“Hey! What would you know about that, mister?” she said.

You bit down on your mango. “Mister? First of all, I’m only a high school senior,” her lips rounded in surprise, “And second, I’m your new audio guy, and I know for a fact they’re debuting you girls in order of talent.”

“Woooow. Well, I’ll have you know, I have a great voice!” She certainly spoke lyrically. “Wait a minute, I didn’t know they hired people that young.” You pointed at her. “Okay, I’m in high school too. But that’s different, idols start this age.”

“I guess. I’ve been making music ever since I was a kid, and they liked what I had,” you said and Jiwoo nodded in understanding.

She fluttered her eyebrows. “Sooo, is that mango ice cream for me? Oppa?” A little surprised she already called you that, but it sounded right.

“No, I have this unopened strawberry-” Jiwoo snatched the half-eaten cold treat from your hand, and started licking it. Trouble she would be.

You spent many recording sessions together, alone after all the other members left. She cozied up to you because her little musical snippets had to become full-fledged tracks and you helped her out every time.

Something changed over the years however. Your interactions became colder. It felt like you were the only one who she would respond to in a deeper voice. Jiwoo wouldn't pepper you with silly acts or mess around. Maybe she took you more seriously which is how you managed to make more songs together regardless. Then, you stood idly by and watched her debut. Who didn't love her? But when she was with you, you missed the playfulness, the ice cream and her riffing over your playful guitar strums. It turned less of a hobby and more of a job though you never regretted any second with Jiwoo regardless.

Under the Earth's largest natural satellite, you shared a simple meal in black bean noodles. She was still in her hippie outfit from the comeback, and you handed her your jacket since it was cold. You realized, there was something else there that you were too inexperienced to notice. Your bodies' radiation replace the chill in the air, a bubble with just the two of you eating on the grass in a park near your dorm. A cliche slurping on one noodle and Jiwoo pulled away. In embarrassment, like a damn anime character, she hiccuped. Good thing you didn't close your eyes when you leaned in.

“Wanna make an album together?” Jiwoo says.

“Sure.”

You threw away the noodles’ package and escorted her home. That was all you expected anyway. Fine.

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“That’s enough!”

Three goddamn weeks. It's been three goddamn weeks and you've barely made any progress.

Barge into the booth, slam the door shut and raise your tone, just below a shout, “I've had it up to here! You know how many of my songs have been mashed together in some unholy quest for your perfection? Just one unknown something is missing and either you start complaining or we move on to the next."

She backs up from the mic to the insulated wall but you continue, paying no heed to her, as you spout your piece to the artificially cold air, "You know how much time I’ve spent outside working on these songs? These are songs I’ve saved up over years. And you trash them like they’re nothing. How do you even manage to record LOONA tracks?”

Regret sinks in. This was your passion project as much as hers. Was it frustration from the recordings? Weeks of the same routine and it took until now for you to give in to your temper.

"It wouldn't even be that bad! If you could just one time, you could be cute or cheerful again with me, or,” Fuck. So stupid. You don’t have to take your friendships for granted like this. You’re lucky enough she treats you as much. “Hold on. Wait, I'm-"

Examine her face. It’s not sour and she hasn’t stormed out or even slapped you.

“No, no. You don’t have to say it. I’m. I’m sorry oppa.” She looks down. “I'm the one messing up after all." Her heartbeat a harsh snare drum. "And you. You're. Different. Looking at you always made me feel some, something funny. Not funny but? Ugh. I wish I could explain it.”

You hold in your confusion.

She blabbers on, “Like, are. Are you mad? I promise you, I,” A nervous breath, ”I like you. Okay?"

Your confusion grows like the length of your silence.

"I’m just acting how I really am with you. Do you want to maybe, I don't know, like," her voice decrescendos, "Um. Punish me?”

Your heart, your brain are deprived of blood as it all rushes down. Did you hear that right? Not an apology, not retribution, but a call to punishment? Misinterpreting her, the consequences would be dire but that damned demure tone for such an erotic request. Was Jiwoo the exact type of slut constructed in your mind? The one that made you feel sinful for even imagining. No, no, there's no way.

Too late. Jiwoo must have noticed the absurd bulge now. It had to be these Adidas pants today. Fuck it. Life can’t be lived fully without risk. Hopefully, the same switch turned in her mind. You remove all ire from your face and say in earnest, “Do you like games?"

She lights up a little. You sigh relieved.

"Let’s try…”, you say, ”Strip recording.” She lights up a little more, so you go on, ”If I mess up anything, the mix, the composition, the arrangement, I’ll take off a piece of clothing. Your choice. And every time you mess up-”

Jiwoo unbuttons her denim shorts and brings them down her tight legs.

“D- did I say now?”

However, with her resolve steeled, she continues pulling them. "So what? I did mess up, right?" she says coquettish. Deliberate the turn she makes when she bows down to remove the shorts from her legs, Jiwoo reveals a hint of her innie pussy on that same little ass that ran through your mind earlier. A small trace of her thighs glistens, the only thing reflecting the single lightbulb’s glow in the microphone’s abode. She turns back to face you. "Please. Punish me."

Step closer until Jiwoo backs up to the soundproofing. She’s an eighth note away from your face, flashing her beady eyes and a coy smile, ”Where's your underwear?" A little drop spills out onto the floor, "And why are you so wet, Jiwoo-ah?”

Red on her cheeks, like she only now realized her dishevelment in front of you. “You just… Something about you snapping at me. I don’t get it either. I knew you'd do it, some day, I wanted you to," she mumbles in her best efforts to answer you.

“Have you ever worn underwear to the recordings?”

Those efforts continue to fail.

"Oh, Kim Jiwoo. What do I do with you?" One of your hands grabs her cheek. The other crawls down her back to grab her cheek.

“Oppa… Do I have to say it?”

“I want to hear every." Smack. "Word." Smack. She slips a moan.

“Can you," she says, "can you use my mouth?”

You disguise your long pause as thought, teasing the bare skin of her ass with your exploratory fingers to bide time, but it's an expression of your shock. The interruption helps you come up with a more suitable punishment however.

“How about this then. Every time you mess up, you have to give me a blowjob. Call?”

“Call!” Once more, unprompted, she kneels down in front of you and claws away your track pants. You roll with the punches.

"Oppaa," with an pronounced pop and in a sing-songy rhythm, "I've always wanted to know, if your dick-" It certainly didn't need Jiwoo's dainty hands pulling on your boxers, as it would've sprang out on its own with how like diamond your cock is getting.

"Fuuuck," the first profanity you ever hear her utter, she lilts. "Please. Oppa. Fuck my face?"

After all she said, she could still surprise you. Bring your hips forward and just as you would've her pussy, tease Jiwoo’s lips with the head of your dick. She parts them open, starved, anxious.

Hold her by the chin. "Wait."

She freezes at the command. Again, like foreplay, rub her lips with that head making them turn redder and more plump. You sweep aside her bangs to see her begging eyes. More importantly, slide your dick up to her nude forehead to slap as a first act of retribution. “A-ah!” Jiwoo stutters as you slap her face with your manhood again and again. Bring your cock back down and she's already a mess without you even having entered her mouth. A little drool from her shut lips gently massages your balls while a bit of precum drools from your slit to meet those lips.

Jiwoo mumbles as best as she can with you holding her jaw shut and your dick on her lips, "Please. Please. Shove your dick in me. I need you in my mouth."

You squint your rough eyes to command her.

Muffled still, "Oppa. Please. I. I need to taste you. You just, you're so thick and you're so long and cock is perfect and please I just-" Loosen the grip on her chin to let her envelop the entire tip with her warm lips. "Mmmmm..." the moan resonates a saw wave and your stern resolve fades away on your first entrance into her face but it returns as her teeth rub against you. She quickly readjusts her jaw but it takes multiple attempts of you pulling out and her sucking you back until only silken lips hold your cock's head. Finally. A focused glint in her eyes. She endeavours to keep your tip in her mouth as long as possible.

You were mad at her earlier, weren't you?

Recall this anger and press yourself into her with all your hips' strength, working against the force of her lip's airtight suction. Saliva leaks to betray the seal. Jiwoo's prying tongue explores the underside of your cock but you reach an impasse while she's not even halfway down the shaft. You shove your dick deeper but to no avail and tears roll down her eyes joining the fluids coating her lips. Thus you exit back out. And back in you go to repeat and repeat and slowly increase your rate, becoming rough sex with her diligent mouth. All the positions you’ve imagined fucking her little pussy, you picture using her throat instead. Even in this compact studio, the couch, chair and desk would provide ample support for you to use her in many ways. The dirty thoughts inspire your speed right now. She slurps and gulps at every quick plunge but you realize her moans and rumbles aren't just incoherent reactions. You decelerate.

“Ah, ahhh, ahhhhhh… Ah’ve ahways- Hmph.” She slurs as she tries her hardest to communicate while her airway is blocked.

She slides up your cock to catch some air, “Thought about it- Mmm.”

“Your dick in my mouth and it’s just so pew, fect- Ahhh.” Jiwoo's lips let go gently then her tongue sticks out to lick up your cock and she shows off a trail of spit leading to your tip. A less patient man would’ve jerked himself off right there to grant her eyes and open mouth's unison request to feed on your cum.

Instead you retort, “You think you’ve earned it? Not even halfway down. Going nowhere, just like our recording sessions, huh?”

“Shut up!”

“Oof.” You’re already weak in the knees so Jiwoo's one handed shove sends your tailbone to the floor. Since you’re still dazed by her confounding strength, she takes initiative and kowtows her head into your lap to crawl down your cock with her tiny lips. Fondling your balls, Jiwoo starts from the furthest point she could muster on your shaft up to your cock head. Her tongue follows back and she starts playing under your tip to swirl that tongue around the most sensitive parts until it explores your slit. You buckle and groan. Jiwoo sucks and spits and sucks while she circles only the most minimal twisting motion of her lips on your head. This is the Jiwoo you know. Relentless. Only now your load is her magnus opus.

Her right hand strays downwards and her face on your dick blocks a full view but you can tell that hand is working as intensely as her mouth. As she strokes herself with more vigor, she starts humming a satisfied melody on your tip. In kind, your subtle grunts turn into full-bodied moans. You're a single measure away from your coda so you reach down and pull her off your cock by grabbing her neck.

You glare into her. “Desperate little girl, aren't you?”

Her breath is stilted and she's nearly shaking. “Please…” she sobs, ”You, you want it as bad as I do right?” Of course. “Won't you just cum for me?” Not now. Not when you have putty in your hands.

“You're making a mess. You can't take me all the way down. And I see that it’s not just your saliva coating the floor.” Point to the spot where she kneels, her drool joins a stain growing ever larger with a strand of juice from her pussy flowing as you continue to berate her. Then you point to her hand. Ha. “Were you playing with yourself using my pencil?”

“No… Wait!”

You back off. “Your top’s a mess too. Anyone can tell I just fucked your face.” You take off your black hoodie and give it to her. “I’ll see you tomorrow for our next session.”

“Wait, we didn’t book tomorrow, did we? Also, you can’t just leave me like this! Oppa!”

"I said, I'll see you tomorrow. I have to go,“ you remind her, ”Ha Rin’s picking you up. And give me back that pencil.”

She hands it to you, unable to meet your eyes despite hers lusting over your cock. You'll definitely use the alluring musk on it for later to save you from your self-induced blue balls. Exit the booth. Of course she barely waits to use your hoodie the same way since she doesn’t notice you lingering in the room. Instead of hiding the grey long sleeve that soaks her neck, your used sweatshirt covers Jiwoo’s face as her fingers make the mess on the floor larger.

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AFF, AO3

Swear to god I’m not just writing the cutest idols to write for. I mean maybe I am but also this answer from @nsfwtwicecatcher and all the subsequent pictures that I found of Chuu pouting inspired me. Also, this was a longer piece but I kept spinning my tires on it and decided to split it up, so look out for more.

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Fermata, the aforementioned sequel

#kpop smut #loona smut #male reader #reader insert #title tracks

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angelswithcigarettes · 3 years

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[If you know me - you don’t]

“Let me be your first(s)”

Summary: The many "firsts" Spencer shares with Morgan.

Warnings: Sexual Content

Relevant Tags: Angst and Fluff and Smut, Drinking

Pairing: Derek Morgan/ Spencer Reid

Word Count: 5538

Chapters: 4/4

First Chapter:

"Happy Birthday baby boy." Morgan places a coffee cup on Spencer's desk, a "23" scribbled on with a marker.

"How did you-"

"C'mon you really think I would forget your first birthday with us?"

"Well I never-"

"Garcia has every birthday on the team marked in her computer one day prior it will send out a notification and she told me."

"Oh." Embarrassed Spencer looks down.

"Hey none of that, no hiding your beautiful face today." With two fingers under his chin he makes him look into his eyes. "We are going to have some fun tonight." Confused Spencer avoids Morgan's eyes. He still hasn't gotten used to him always flirting and touching people and he had a conversation with JJ about it who said it's just who he is and that he would stop if Spencer would ask him to.

"What do you mean?"

"You ever been to a strip club?"

"Wha-No!" His voice cracks slightly in astonishment over the question. "No."

"Today will be a lucky day."

"I don't-"

"Nah, the night is on me just the two of us having a little fun with some ladies."

"I appreciate the gesture but that is really not my thing-"

"You are not getting out of this." He gave in in frustration over the day when he realizes that no one else had remember his birthday and if Morgan really had thought this was a good present he also didn't want to seem ungrateful. "That's what you are wearing?" He asks sceptical looking down at Spencer.

"I mean yeah-"

"No. No. Go change and don't dare to come out with a tie again." When he did he was wearing a red yellow striped T-shirt under a black vest tugged into a black Jean's and that is probably the best it will get Morgan thought. "You ready?"

"It's not like I have never seen stripper before you know? I am from Vegas I just never went into a strip club with the purpose of watching half nacked women."

"We can go to a male one if that's what you prefer." Morgan jokes having one arm around Spencer's neck.

"No-no the women one is fine."

"Alright." The first humiliation starts at the entrance when the bouncer asks Morgan why he thinks it's a good idea to drag his fourteen year old cousin with him into a strip club. "Well Dr. Spencer Reid here is going to celebrate his birthday." He says while Spencer shyly holds up his ID.

"Right" Not in the mood to argue with them he let's them through and they are met with the loud music and crowd of a Friday night.

"Let's get you something to drink."

"I don't drink."

"You do tonight pretty boy." They stand at the bar for a moment and Morgan can see the hesitation before Spencer drinks so he stops him. "You don't have to drink. I am sorry."

"No I just- I never drank alcohol before. I don't know what- you know what it is like."

"Do you want to try it tonight?"

"I am not sure."

"I will look out for you nothing will happen. I won't drink enough that I can't okay?"

"Yeah" Only now Spencer dares to take a sip and then screws his face making Morgan laugh and take the glass out of his hands.

"We will try something sweet first." After another shot and half a cocktail that seemed to have enough sugar in it to satisfy Reid they go over to a table and Spencer is uncomfortable playing with the money in his pocket that Morgan put in there.

He had seen all these men do it, just taking the bill and paying the stripper with it and it looks so easy on them but Spencer can't bring himself to do it and instead looks to the ground, his feet shoving over the ground until a blue Highheels came into his sight and he looked up to a women placing a hand on his shoulder.

"You look like a sweet boy,what's your name?"

"Spencer" Her hand grabs his chin and he takes his hands out of his pockets placing them on his legs. The cold of her rings meets his neck as her other hand touches him and he can feel a cold shower running down his back. "I am sorry. I don't- They are nine female stripper for every one Male stripper. I don't know why I said that." She chuckles ones and tugs a strain behind his ear and then she let's her hand guide over his chest and moves back again turning around ones and winking at Morgan and the moment she had stopped touching him Spencer felt wrong in this place again and it didn't take long to Morgan to realise that something is wrong with him.

"Thank you beautiful." He hands her a decent amount of money and then squads down in front of Spencer his hands grabbing Spencer's knees. "Look at me. Eyes on me." Spencer did thankful to find something he can look at without feeling bad or like he is staring. "What do you say we change to a normal bar?"

"Please I don't like it here."

"Alright come on pretty boy."

Spencer got suspicious when Morgan gave an address to the taxi driver that is a little bit out of the city when they could have just went into a bar across the street but chose to stay quiet until he can feel the tears in his eyes, caused by unsettling feeling in his stomach and the fear of were they are going.

He hardly knows Morgan, they only have spend four months on cases together and he didn't expect to be drinking and now Morgan wants to take him to a bar, he never went to a bar before to drink, only with the whole team and he had left with Gideon shortly after drinking one glass of Sprite.

Morgan doesn't notice him spiraling, he is to focused on his phone were he is in contact with JJ who is over at Hotch's house, waiting for them to arrive. Spencer had off handedly mention to her that he didn't have a real birthday party since he was seven.

The team doesn't know it was because his father would want to integrate his son into the neighborhood and would throw him those parties and he had loved it but when he left his mom didn't think much about this society standard and left it with a special breakfast and a new book. If she was healthy enough.

He only notices when they are standing infront of Hotch's house and he pays the driver and walks around the house but realizes Reid doesn't follow him.

And on a second thought he knows why,the house that already is held in dark colours doesn't have one light shining out the windows and he had told Spencer they would go to a bar. Not this. With a sympathetic smile he opens his door. "Spencer?"

"This isn't a bar."

"No" He realizes how afraid Spencer must be when he catches him, for a short second, flinching with his hand trying to get his gun and then remembers he isn't carrying it. "I am sorry, it's a surprise we have with the team. We are at Hotch's" Spencer hesitates, having himself so worked up in the worry that he isn't sure that he isn't lying. "That's his car, and that's JJ's and if you look through the windshield you will see Gideon's car."

Ashamed Spencer gets out but Morgan doesn't judge him and instead lifts his head by his chin taking his palm and wiping the tears away. "These have to go and you need your acting skills to at least look a little bit surprised."

"I am sorry."

"No,don't be. I rather live with the knowledge that you are careful when it comes to stuff like this than having you walk in some dark house with some strange."

"You are not a stranger." Morgan huffs ones and then let's Spencer calm down before walking in front of him into the house, before the lights turn on and the team is standing there,a cake and presents on the table, garlands and balloons hanging from the ceiling.

A little bit overwhelming Spencer plays with his watch and then smiles when they finished the song and they take notice of his troubles, and take their voices down a little bit, being less rushing and taking their time in between congratulating him.

It has it's perk working with profilers.

Shortly the alcohol gets out and they start drinking and Gideon eyes Spencer questioning but Morgan steps in, having his hands on Spencer's shoulder and assuring him that he will keep his promise and look out for him.

Spencer doesn't get drunk maybe strongly typsi and Morgan walks him up to his apartment. "How do you feel?"

"Dizzy,its not what I thought it would be."

"You won't have to do it again if you don't like." Morgan takes the couch that night after Spencer falls asleep, not appreciating how dizzy he feels ones he tries closing his eyes. If he threw up in the middle of the night,Morgan wouldn't tell the others.