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Twas a Charming Trap!

Teles x GN! Reader

Some silly fluff, totally not gonna get robbed-

(Oh my lord, been a long hot minute, woooops- But Homestuck has got me in a choke hold and got inspired by a really cool artist’s fan troll, go check out their blog! @halloweensuittruffles or their Twitter @Luxiitheskrunlo! Love their art and defiantly Teles, h e h.)

The air is crisp and cold against your skin as you travel close to the sea, mist swirling around your steps and the breeze blows water onto your face. Holding yourself doesn’t help as much, seeing as your clothes are a lil wet. It's getting colder and colder as you make your way along the shore; though it is your own dumbass choice to walk here at night in the first place! Why are you even out here anyway?!

One simple reason. 

Another dumbass is out here.

You thought you were going nuts earlier when you heard something. It was so strange and loud, that you honestly thought you were being haunted. But no. The closer you go to the source, the more clear it becomes. The sound you hear right now? It’s someone singing. Their voice rings out into the night sky and it feels as if they are not singing to the sea, but in fact…with it. The song sounds old yet enticing. Slow, but alluring.

Rocks stood high above, blocking your view from this singing stranger that you desperately want to meet. 

Wait, why do you want to meet them? The more you thought about it, the more you questioned yourself, your actions, this whole weird situation: Why did you follow this voice? Who the hell is out here close to the sea? When did you start to crouch and sneak around? Why can’t you hear the singing anymore-

“Ah, thought I heard a something. Seems someone wanted to watch~” A voice mutters against your ears, causing you to lose your absolute shit and scream. This only makes the voice laugh rather mockingly at your startled form. “And it seems that I attracted a poor lost guppy!” You turn your head to politely ask this stranger to go pail themselves, till your polite words get caught in your throat. There, stood before you, is a rather handsome and “ah damn” hot troll. From what you can tell, most likely cerulean blood, but that comes to no surprise seeing as he’s wearing a freaking pirate costume. Yet even that fits him so…perfectly. Glasses sit against his nose and behind them are eyes that just look down at you. Figuratively and literally.

 Oh crap, you're still on the ground and now simping for this hot weirdo. Popping up to your feet with the speed of someone who is definitely embarrassed, now trying hard to snap back at this smirking jerk. Try, as there is now a stutter in your voice.

“W-Well, what kind of weirdo sings way too close to the ocean?” You try to sound intimidating, but it comes off kinda bratty and huffy, like you were caught doing something wrong.

This only made the Cerulean smirk more.

“Oh? And what kind of weirdo peeps in on someone’s private moments? Didn’t your lussis ever teach you not to spy on others, guppy~?” He shot back with wit and…the damn truth. A blush starts to grow on your face as your actions are called out right in front of you, and soon you look down at your feet when he starts to laugh again. 

“But do not worry,” his voice dips once more as he lifts your face up to meet his. “I’ll forgive you if you give me some things~” You managed to choke out what he meant by that, fighting your beating heart to let you ask like a normal person hoping that they don’t get mugged.

“First, I would like your name. I do like calling you Guppy, though~” 

Damn him and his voice. You give him his name, finally having some confidence in your voice. And then you lose it immediately as he takes your hand and kisses it.

“Charmed to meet you. The name is Teles!” His grin shows his sharp teeth and mischievous nature under his charming voice. “I’m just here to relax by the sea tonight. Sing a shanty or two but I never did think I would lure such a curious beauty~”

His voice drips the sweetness yet you manage to catch yourself from falling for him once more. In his voice, you can hear something else. Something like a con man trying to steal your hard earned wage. Or a spider talking to a fly.

“Hey..you said you wanted to take some things…I gave you my name.” You pull your hand away as you find your voice and sass again. “What else do you want…Weirdo.” 

Refusing to call someone’s name after they just gave it to you would urk anyone, yet this guy only took it with stride. He laughs rather too confidently and his hand travels to your back. Soon Teles’ breath fans your lips as his face leans closer. 

“A pirate loves to steal, you know…” His eyes lower slightly as he holds your face not as gently as before. He is a weirdo, but you couldn’t help but watch and listen… and then you felt it. That wandering hand that he placed on you to be all hot…yoinked your goddamn wallet. 

You knew it.

He definitely knew it.

And before you could kick the absolute crap out of this jerk, the thief dips you into a long suffocating kiss, one hand on your back and wallet while the other holds your face. If you weren’t so smitten, frightened and simping for a second, maybe you would have noticed this jerk’s trap from the beginning. Of course, you want to fight back now, you want to slap his pretty face and take back what's yours. But, for just a moment…would it suck to just enjoy this kiss for a minute…? So, you made you millionth mistake tonight and slowly kissed back. His lips were soft and yet he held onto you for dear life, as if he was quite literally trying to steal your breath away. The kiss felt like it lasted forever and you slowly started wanting to last. However, Teles is the one to pull away and now you're not the only one blushing. He looks at you as if he wants to say something, but just keeps looking at you. And you look back, just as silent.

And then, as if some cruel god wants to punish you more, you’re dropped on to your butt by Teles, the hot weirdo thief. He runs off along the shore line with a victorious laugh and yet, he was ever so kind to give a wave goodbye. 

“Thank you for the loot, Guppy~!” He teases and as soon as he comes into your life, he is gone. Now, you're flustered and robbed, and no longer cold on the beach. Maybe, you can be dumb again and follow his singing once more. 

To get your wallet back and nothing more, of course.

#homestuck #fantroll #x reader #fanfic #hiveswap friendsim

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Quiet, Please!

Victor x GN Reader

☠️💥MDI💥☠️

(Once more inspired to write something with Victor, who belongs to the talented @MayanesaUwU. This will be light(?) spice, but it’s still…steamy. Again, sorry if it’s occ-)

Warnings: Hickeys, grinding, suggestive praising and ending

Skin gently rolled between your teeth as you sit on Victor’s lap. Said man was squirming a bit with a hand on your head, pushing you slightly to his neck. Soft moan and curses rang out like music to you. He really likes this, hm?~

“A-ah…fuck…” He groans with eyes close and hair down. “N-not to high…We’ll never h-hear the end of if- oh-“

You started to suck on his pulse with some nibbling now and then. “I don’t mind you showed of my work, pretty boy~”

He huffs through his nose before inhaling deeply, feeling your fingers gently working into his hair. Yet each new spot you pick to mark, you gently gave a tug, causing him to bite his tongue to hold back any embarrassing sounds. This time, one loud moan slipped out.

“Ngh, baby-!” He got out before your hand presses against his lips.

“Shhh, Vic. Thin walls, remember? You quietly reminded the predicament you both were in.

Sure, you both are safe behind his locked door; but Lucy was home (out of all nights) and waking up some of the residents would be rude as all hell. But damn it, this was too good. At this point, Victor doesn’t care if his roommate would tease him to death.

“Baby please…” He whispers out his grief and whines for more of your touch. His other hand traveled up you back and gently lifting your shirt. His eyes look into yours with no glasses in between, so full of love and other steamy feelings buried deep inside. “Please…”

His whispers flowed like honey and drew you close to a deep kiss, catching his moans into your mouth; slowly the hand on your head leads down to your hip to slowly move you. You comply to your man’s need for some friction and wrap your arms around his neck for balance. Your suspicions were confirmed as your rolled you hips, feeling his bulge poking at you from the confines of his pants. He reeeaally wanted it.

“You’re so pretty, Victor.” You praised him as soon you pulled away to breathe. “Look at how pretty you are, grinding against me like this~”

You kiss him again to stop him from moaning again, making his grip on you tighter to go faster. The weight on his aching sex felt so good, but it wasn’t enough.

“Mm, Y/n. Come on, I’ll stay quiet. Just let me-“

“Not yet.”

“B-But-!”

His words get caught in his throat as you gently suck on his Adam’s apple, carefully running your teeth on it. You didn’t stop your movements even, just kept you hips rolling and bouncing. The warmth of his skin gotten almost hot to the touch with his blush growing more and more.

Before you knew it, your shirt was off and you were on the bed staring up at a very horny and pissed Victor.

“Hold still.” He says in a demanding tone with a hand on your mouth. “And you better stay quiet.”

He start to attack your neck with nips and harshly suckling, little dark spot forming a trail as he travels his way to your collar bone and back up to your ear. Your pathetic moans and whines were muffled in his hand, strong and steady. His teeth gently rake at you nape before a trail of kisses lead back up to your ear.

“Now.” He mutters removing his hand and he can hear your gentle pants. Cute. “We’re almost even.”

“A-Almost…?” You mewl out with heavy breaths. It was til his sits up to fidget with his belt that you got by what he meant. His bright eyes were slightly darker with frustration and lust; their gaze dangerously drill down into your mind, body and soul. You messed up.

Shit.

“Thin walls or not, I’m gonna make sure you scream out tonight. How you feel, what you want, and who’s making you feel so damn good.”

Double shit.

Don knocked on the door, annoyance on his face. One of his tenants asked if they’re neighbor could please keep their “activity” down. He knew exactly who was acting like SHE was the only one living here.

But to his surprise, Lucy was the one to open the door. She had a face of a proud mother…okay?

“Hey…are you watching…something? On max volume.”

“Nope~”

“Then why am I getting complaints about someone having loud sex?”

“Cause, s i r. I have a roommate.”

Before Don could tell this sassy little bitch not to call him sir, he heard it.

“AH! V-VICTOR, PLEASE-!”

“Mmmm-! That’s it, Y/n. Just a bit more-“

“Ah! Ah!”

Oh god.

The very tired landlord just pinches the bridge of his nose with a groan. “Just…tell him to keep quiet.”

Lucy smirks and nods with pride, giving Don-a very flustered and tired Don- a good night. As she closes to door, she didn’t do anything for a moment. It’s rude to cause so much noise with thin walls but it’s even ruder to interrupt her roommate during an obvious good time~

Maybe if she’s feeling nice, Victor won’t be teased…as much.

#not my character #yb oc #light smut #fanfic #my wriring

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Braids, Books and Pinning

Victor x GN reader

(I can not stress to you how much I love @MayanesaUwU ‘s (on Twitter) oc, Victor. This cute beanpole won my heart and I wrote some pinning and fluffy time. Also, please tell me he’s occ. that is all, have some sweet soft hours.)

Warnings: None

Bright ginger locks are fluffed slightly as fingers gently comb into three separate parts. A tall, thin man sits on the floor as Y/n careful start to work on his hair. Victor, the glasses man, smiles patiently with a hum while his friend starts to braid.

It wasn’t the oddest question he’s gotten. Hell, not even the rarest. So many have asked if they can touch his hair, in which he sets his boundaries and politely say no; but others needed a more…harsh response. However, he doesn’t mind Y/n playing with his fluffy curls. Maybe it’s the way they poured with cute puppy eyes OR Victor is just comfortable with them. In any case, his mind picks the ladder.

And soon, this lead to a little deal/ritual both lead to.

“Are you sure you don’t care what I do?” Y/n probes him, cause a chuckle to respond. “Is that a yes…?”

“I’m glad you know what it means~” Victor winks up at the pouting Y/n, tilting his head back down to his book. He may or may not have seen them blush slightly.

Soon it came to a special time together, him reading his book out loud and Y/n weaving his locks ever so much. The two’s current book to finish, oddly recommended by Lucy, “Pride and Prejudice.” At first it was hard to understand some of the words and meanings, but Y/n started to fall in love with the story. It’s something about helping back feeling because of pride alone (duh) that made it weirdly relatable.

But Y/n would never have to much stubbornness to tell Victor, Mr. Slim Jim, that they wish to just tell him how they feel; and that even the smallest thing they do together feels so intimate.

Right?

“You okay?” The man of the hour asks gently, breaking Y/n out of their trance.

“Oh, uh did I hurt you?”

“No no, you did stop for a moment. Just checking up on you.”

His hand gently pats there leg as he goes back to read, muttering how he lost his place. Y/n is almost done anyway, they just want to add a flower pin here and there. But before they could continue their hair decorating, Victor read something interesting.

"In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you."

Oh fuck Lucy, she knew what she did by suggesting this. (Either someone told her or she does read on occasion)

“Done.” Y/n sits back on the couch, handing Victor a mirror. They did rush at the end a lil bit but only to stop hearing about unspoken feelings. Again, fuck Lucy…

Victor looks into the hand held mirror and his eyes widen. He looks pretty good. Y/n made little braid lay on top of his head with two braids leading from the sides of his head to be gently pinned in the back. They really did well.

“Wow, you went all out, huh?” He chimes, smiling back at them, amuse them to jump slightly and give an awkward thumbs up.

“I-I had a lot of practice because of you!” Y/n chuckles slightly, rubbing their neck to hopefully calm down. Why must they do a good job. He actually looks pretty. More handsome even. Someone they never knew was possible. They start to clean up and Victor stand to stretch, fixing his glasses slightly as he looks at his friend. He can now see the blush dusted on their cheeks, even some to their ears. They look adorable like that.

He kinda feels bad about lying about the book suggestion. Victor wouldn’t want to pick at Y/n at their obvious stubbornness to hold back their feelings. That would be just rude; so, he fibbed and said Lucy gave him the book to read. Yeah, maybe it was rude throwing her under the bus like that, but it’s fine.

He still gets to hang out with Y/n.

“Hey, Y/n.” He gently run his fingers on a braid. “Still up for this next time? I want to finish this book with you…~”

“Oh, s-sure!” Y/n nods happily. “I like this time with you! Er, you know a-as friends!!”

He inwardly chuckles. He knows what they actually mean. “Sure. As friends~”

Maybe if the book doesn’t work, he’ll tell you his feelings first. But, Pride is a silly thing; he really wants them to say it first. And hopefully, they’ll play with his hair more often too.

#not my character #yb oc #fanfic #fluff #pinning

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Heat of the Moment

Shark Daddy x GN Reader

☠️💥Minors DNI💥☠️

(Sin,guys, this is SIN. Just straight up smut- Not sure if I was inspired or just followed the horny. -///- I’m not the best at writing stuff like this but that is for all of you to judge. As I just go liven’t.)

{D.Shark belongs to @my-quirk-is-fred and they fucking deserve love for their art. Especially the one from their Twitter that inspired this mess of a fic.}

Warnings: Breading kink, size kink, monster fucking? Not proof read

(God idfk, if you’re not comfortable, don’t read, drink your water)

There’s so much at once right now: Deep heavy breaths fanning your neck, your legs clutching around the body pillow for dear life, sweat trickling down your brow, but most of all-

You’re whole body being pressed down be the shear weight of you shark lover above you.

His hips rutting against your backside as his dick is buried deep inside; every bump and ridge massaging your walls, sending wave of euphoria through out, causing shivers and moans to whimper out. This is fucking heaven. You couldn’t move much, but wiggle your own hips against him felt amazing. Especially when draw out some reaction from him.

A deep guttural growl vibrates against his chest with your movements, making you coo out to him.

“F-Fuck..” The shark manages to groan out, his claws digging into the floor.

“S-So fucking tight…you’re taking me in still, baby..” His voice, usually smooth, is now rougher. Some drool dribbles from his lips that drips down to join the sweat below. He hates getting everything dirty like this, but the want-NEED to be buried deep in, pump you full till your pregnant (even if it’s not possible) was all in his heated mind. How could resist you? Your scent, the way your cute ass was displayed only for him, those eyes just begging for a pup to be put inside; Daddy couldn’t refuse such an offer, and in the heat of the moment, your were pinned down and taking him.

A loud mew sang out for only him to hear, making it so much harder to hold back.

“D-Daddy-!” You moan loudly from under the massive shark. “More-oh!”

Such a greedy mate he has, wanting more then what can take.

“Use…you’re words…now.” He demands deeply as he slows down ever so slightly, making your mind go crazy.

“More…p-please,” A whine called out from yourself with no shame and full of lust.

That did more then it should have, cause that’s when shit got real.

You feel his dick slowly pulling back slightly to only be push back in with a sharp thrust. The tip pushes deep and hits that part inside that made stars appear in your vision. No words could he escape your throat, barely sounds came out too. This is more than you expected. And he thrusts again. And again. And again.

You finally screamed out for him, clenching on to the pillow for dear life as he fucks said life out of you. He gotten closer to you somehow, causing your stomach to be pressed and making you feel him even m o r e. His grunts turns more animalistic as he went on, scratch marks appeared on the floor, and his eye slowly roll back.

With each thrust of his hips, you felt closer to your peak; and by his doing, it feels like your being dragged to bliss.

“C-ah…” You try to call out, interrupting yourself with your own moan till you bit you bottom lip. “‘m gonna-!”

“Do it baby. Cum.” He growls out deeply, feeling himself getting to his own climax quickly. “Cum for me. Only me.”

On his command, you did. That tightness in your stomach snaps and you cum with pleasure raking out your entire body. One finally push against your ass, he joined your high as well. Streams of his climax pours slowly into you with some dribbling out to soak the pillow.

For a moment or two, both of you stay still, catching your breath and letting the high calm till both of you can think.

Slowly the shark man pulls himself out, not want to hurt you (and make more of a sticky mess.) His cum slowly leaks out of you, making him a little sad but your face of satisfaction made him feel better. That’s what matters right now~

And a bath.

“Baby….” He whispers and leans in close, giving a loving kiss on your head. “Time to clean up…~”

You whine slightly, clinging to the (tortured) body pillow. “Noooo…”

“Y/n.” He whispers to you as his arms scoop you up. “I hate to see you all sore for next time..~” His words were so loving and gentle. Both of you head to your bathroom to clean up….till it hits you.

“Next time…?” You look up with wide, oddly hopeful, eyes.

His response? That stupid smirk.

“Remember, I got two to deal with, baby~”

This was news that made you ache for your body in the close future.

But, you couldn’t wait either.

#fanfic #smut #monster smut #gn reader #not my character

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Puppy Paddlin’

Daddy Shark x GN Reader

(I hope I did this justice. And I wanted to write something spicy but no; brain wanted them fluffy times.

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Daddy Shark belongs to @my-quirk-is-fred!!)

The sun rose to it’s apex, casting down rays of warmth and light. However, it also casted down an ungodly heat too; and mixed with the sea side air, it felt like hell with the humidity. Lucky for you, the beach had a secluded spot for privacy. Unlucky for you, you can’t swim. Ironic, giving that you party was a shark.

“Aw baby, there’s no need to be ashamed.” He tells you, trying his best to comfort his little starfish. “Swimming can be a task.”

“Easy for you to say, you were born to swim.” You huff, look up to his ruby eyes. You hug your legs closer to your torso. 

The shark chuckles and rubs your back. “Yeah, yeah, but I mean for a human.”

The shark notice that the heat was getting worse and his cute human would mostly retreat in doors. Sure you’ll will be cool in there, but he hates see you go. The water is perfect and there he can hold you, and keep you close. Maybe…

“But, if it embarrasses you so, I can teach you how to swim~”

Your eyebrow arches up in suspension, making him laugh. “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna do a thing to you. Not unless you want me too, okay?~” 

A sigh pass your lips as you nod, hoping the sun warming your cheeks can hide your blush from him. 

It didn’t~

~~~~~~

“O-Oh my god, please don’t let go-“ You clung onto your shark as tightly as you could. This was ridiculous, how could this happen. Sure, he has you in his arms and assuring you he’ll be close, but dear god- 

“You aren’t gonna melt. It’s fine, see? I’m not the deep in.” He’s trying so hard not to laugh and be a supportive partner. Of course, it’s hard to keep back from smirking. He carried you out to the sea and stopped when the water was barely above his thighs. Not too shallow but not too deep. 

“You’ve been in the water before, baby; so, come on.”

 He gingerly grabs your waist and slow sets you in, lowering himself to give you support. You cling onto his back as you feel weightless, your bottom half slowly floating upwards. The water did feel so cool and relieving the heat from the sun…but god, it’s still so terrifying.

Soon you test on kicking your legs, slashing uncontrollably. This didn’t make you go anywhere, and all it does is make you panic.

“D-Daddy-“ You whimper out, soon finding your hands on his shoulders.

“Hey, relax your breathing. Deep breaths.” He whispers. “Once you do that, gently move your legs. I’ll be right here, okay?” 

His voice was so gentle, and he has too much patiences for you, but you try. Slowly, and surly, you start to relax and kick. Not stirring the water like before and you can feel like you’re keeping yourself afloat. Colossal hands guide your (indefinitely) smaller hands to hold one another with his as he slowly leads you. With encouragement and praise, the shark saw your fear into joy as you continued to paddle in the sea with him.

“That’s it, baby~ Pup paddles is how we start~”

~~~~~~

It wasn’t long before the sun starts to settle on the horizon, soon melting into the sea. Likewise, you found yourself laying on top of the shark’s chest, exhausted from today’s lesson. 

“My leeeeegs…” You whine out, barely able to lift your foot. “I can’t feel them.”

“Hm, usually you say that after we have sex.”

*SMACK*

He roars with laughter as you hide in his chest. “I’m right, ain’t I?~” His hands, once lead you in the water, soon travels downward to massage your thighs. He gently pushes against the flesh with his thumbs, gaining a relief moan out of you. 

“Shh~ Daddy’s got ya; you did so well today~” He whispers, kissing your head as loosens the sore muscles. “I’m so proud, baby~”

Even if you were just swimming-more like pup paddling as he calls it- this whole day felt intimate. Putting your trust in him, he’s gentle encouragement, especially taking care of you afterwards feels oddly like love making. Heat returns to your drenched body as you let you mind wonder off, only to be brought back into reality with a playful pinch to your hip. 

You squeak out in shock which turn into fluster pouting at his smirk. But, laughter soon followed along with soft kisses to end this day.

“Hey Daddy…?”

“Hm?”

“I want another lesson tomorrow..~”

“Good~”

#fanfic #fluff #not my character #furry?

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One Lil Thing

(Dj X GN Reader )

(Dj belongs to @semisolidmind ! Hope this isn’t too ooc-)

    After a bit, Dj started to miss the little things his “friend” does. You, of course. When your nose crinkles when you think, the way you snort when laughing too hard, the small things. Well, everything was small compared to him, even yourself, but he came to love that even more; and that silly feeling grew when he got to see his colleague again after so long.

However, there was one thing he didn’t miss….

“Hey Doll?” Dj called out, looking through his closet. “Have you seen my hood? I don’t want to be late for the meet up with the others!” He had made himself right at home in one of the apartments, right next to yours. It soons became a habit of both of you to visit each other frequently, to the point his place was like a second home to you. (Especially since that weird guy keeps bugging you, but this ain’t about him.) 

He hears you giggle slightly, god, you're so cute. “Hmmmm, I don’t know. Did you try the couch?” You yell back, more snickers follow suit. “Can’t believe you lost it. You wear it all the time!” 

Dj rolls his eyes and sighs, giving up his pursuit of checking his closet. “Yeah, I know, but I swear after I washed it, I put it back in here.” He groans and ties back his hair, rubbing his neck as he tries to think. Aaaaand nothing came to mind. Great. Looks like he might search the couch like you said, even though that would be an easy place to spot it. He strolls out of his room and sees your head just above the back of the  said couch, nodding your head to some music from your phone. Dear god, why are you so cute. Dj just stood there for a minute, admiring how you gently swaid, humming ever so slightly. A small smile spreads to his lips as his blush dusts his cheeks. Wait, if you said to check the couch and you're sitting there on your cute ass…. 

    “Judging that you called my attention here, I’m guessing you found it?” His voice broke the vibe you were experiencing, which made you turn your head to smile at him with a coy “Maaaaaabye!~” 

He smirks and makes his way over, lean one the back to peak over and- God fucking damn it. 

There you were, shit eating grin and his hoodie almost swallowing your figure. If you two didn't have to go anywhere, he would be doing something else with you...  however-

“Y/N.”

“Dj.”

You smirk and gently stand, dusting yourself off….and booking it down the hall.

    “Hey!!” He tried to scoop you as you ran past him, but being the sneaky lil shit you are, you managed to douge. “Get back here!” He laughs and starts to chase. Dj had no trouble catching up and finally snatching you up in his arms, pressing your back on his broad frame. You screamed playfully and kicked, trying to wiggle free of the bear hug, but it was too late. You are trapped and defeated. Your capturer laughs with you, deep yet joyful, soon starting to tickle you.

“Eh? Thought you could get away with my hood? Really got me believing that your hoodie stealing days were over!” He smirks, watching you laugh and squirm, pathetically trying to push his hands away. 

    You snort and try to speak between each laugh, finally accepting defeat. “OKAY!-HA-I GIVE!!” That’s all Dj needed to hear before sliding you down gently to the floor, simultaneously taking his precios hoodie back. You take deep breaths with some giggles in between and watch Dj put on his hoodie. Wow...he can smell you slightly… With a chuckle, he ruffles your hair slightly. “Why do you do that anyway? And only my hoods?”

This made you blush with an awkward grin, making you fidget. “Well, I uh. You have good taste and they're always so soft. Even if it’s too big, it’s weirdly...comforting…” Your eyes looked away from his face. Too bad, cause you missed him being genuinely surprised; back when you went to college, you gave half ass remarks why you wore his stuff but this confession sounded so real. Enough to make his heart flutter in his chest. And Dj really did like how you found his presence comforting, even when it’s just his clothes. Woah. 

“Hey uh...just ask next time, doll.” He mutters, rubbing his neck, smiling softly down at you. This makes you look up with almost sparkling eyes and a sweet smile. “But dear god, just tell me~”

“I will!~” You chime, soon getting ready to head out the door. “Ready?”

“Heh, yeah~” He takes your hand in his as you two head to the meet up place, not before Dj putting his hoodie back on  you. “You know what, you look good in it…~”

Okay, maybe this one lil thing is something he did miss..~

(ACK, HE LOOKS HUGGABLE DAMN IT

Anyway, thanks for reading and I hope you liked it! Had fun writing this cute fluff, might write Dj more. This boy is just so great uwu Remember, character belongs to @ semisolidmind​ !)

#fanfic #fluff #not my character #your boyfriend oc