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thefiery-phoenix · 9 months

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PLATONIC YANDERE POTTER FAMILY X READER X WEASLEY FAMILY

In this AU, Harry's parents are well alive

You'd most probably meet the Potter family first before meeting the Weasley family and I have a feeling that they'd be friends with each other. You'd meet the Potter family on the day Harry was going to Hogwarts, James did have quite a legacy at Hogwarts for being one of the best Quidditch seekers the Gryffindor Quidditch team ever had. Harry was looking forward to follow in his footsteps and the two of you met at the Kings' Cross Station. Your parents couldn't come with you to drop you off because they had an important business meeting with some client in Switzerland and they left you with your aunt who only dropped you off at the station and took off almost immediately, leaving you all by yourself surrounded with complete strangers. You've never been to Kings' Cross Station before and you had no idea where in the name of Merlin was platform 9 3/4. You've asked the Station master nearby and he thought you were just messing with him and pranking him which was why he just shooed you away

You were at a loss, you didn't know what to do and whom to contact, it wasn't like you were given an official guide as to where the platform was. You started panicking, thinking that the Hogwarts Express would be leaving without you any minute and you'd miss your wonderful chance to go to Hogwarts. You couldn't help but blink back a few tears of frustration as you felt that the situation was spinning out of control. You sighed and sat down on a bench for a moment to think about what to do next. You spotted a family of 3, a young boy of your age wearing glasses with a scar on his head, along with his parents, a man who resembled the boy's appearance, his father perhaps and his mother with hair as Red as the autumn leaves were accompanying their son with his trolley. "Blimey Harry, can't believe you're going to Hogwarts. Time does fly by fast" said James dramatically as he wiped his fake tears away

His wife, Lily glared at him and whispered "Shh... what if someone hears?" "It'll be all right, muggles don't know a damn thing about platform 9 and 3 quarters and Hogwarts and all that" he waved airily as they walked past you. An idea suddenly formed and took shape in your head as you followed them and when you finally caught up to them, you spoke "Umm... hi there, good morning. I was wondering if you could please direct me to where platform 9 and 3 quarters is...I know it exists, I just can't find it..." you finished with a forlorn look on your face as they stared at you in amazement for a moment and they had a silent discussion with each other through their eyes. You were indeed, one of them. "Don't worry dear, we'll help you. Where are your parents though?" enquired Lily as you replied "They're in Switzerland at the moment" "Oh...who came to drop you off then?" asked James as you answered "My aunt. She had some work to do back at her law firm. She's a lawyer so... it's just me by myself" you laughed slightly as they felt sad. Even though they just met you, Harry could already sense you were a bit upset and sad about something, the way your eyes had that wistful and wishful lost look in them, James and Lily didn't think too kindly about your aunt and your parents either at the moment

Attending Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry and boarding the Hogwarts Express for the very first time was a magical once in a lifetime experience which would be memorable in one's life. How could your so called family just abandon you like that without even taking the time off from their work to even see you off properly? And did your family not care about your safety at all? What about all the dangerous and unknown strangers lurking around? The society and world these days isn't really that safe you know especially for sweet little things such as yourself. They decided to accompany you and show you the ropes as you tagged along with them and felt grateful that you'd finally catch your train in time

You noticed Harry's scar and when you asked him how he got it, he just had a sheepish smile on his face and replied "I was trying to catch a snitch at the Diagon Alley on my broom and I accidentally crash landed at Borgin and Burkes near Knockturn alley. The owner wasn't really that pleased with me when I smashed some of his stuff but the incident did kind of catch on with the other witches and wizards from the magical world. Some thought it was amusing and they think I'll follow in my dad's footsteps to become a great seeker like him" "What's a seeker?" you asked him with a confused and bewildered expression on your face. He stared at you for a moment and then it dawned upon him that you could have spent your life living with muggles and you probably had no idea what he was talking about. However no matter, he'd show you and teach you everything

You guys reached the platform just in time and you thanked them for their help as Lily hugged you and smiled "Enjoy yourself dear. Stay safe and have fun but don't get into any trouble" your heart warmed at her words, it was the sort of advice a mother would give to her child before sending them off into the real world all by themselves. You nodded as you boarded the train with Harry, saying your farewell and goodbyes to the Potter family. James and Lily couldn't get you off their minds for some reason, they were concerned with your safety and wondered if you were being treated well at home. Perhaps they'd better write to Harry after he reached Hogwarts to check up on you and update them about you. Just to be safe

You were talking with Harry and your conversation was interrupted when a ginger haired boy around your age dressed in black robes, with freckles on his face peeked in and spoke "Excuse me, do you mind? Everyone else's is full..." "Not at all" replied Harry as he motioned for the guy to take a seat in front of him. "I'm Ron by the way. Ron Weasley" he introduced himself as Harry introduced himself and you introduced yourself as well. The three of you were engaged in discussions when the sliding door opened again and this time, a girl with brown hair asked if any of you had seen a toad, a boy named Neville had lost one. The three of you said you hadn't spotted a toad and when she saw the wand in Ron's hand, she spoke "Oh, you're doing magic? Let's see it then" with an interested look on her face. Ron glanced at the two of you nervously but composed himself as he straightened his posture and uttered a spell which you were pretty sure wasn't even real because instead of turning his pet rat Scabbers yellow, he just made it frightened and it started scampering around everywhere till he finally managed to calm it down

The girl introduced herself as Hermione Granger and she disappeared after she told you three to change into your robes. You finally reached Hogwarts after a few hours and you were speechless by the magnificence and splendor before you. It looked exactly like the sort of castles in your bedtime stories your mother used to read for you when you were little, before she wasn't too preoccupied with her work and had time for you. You went along with the other first years led by a giant of a man named Hagrid who you thought was quite nice and friendly. Then the head of the Gryffindor house, Minerva McGonagall who was also the Transfiguration professor gave you all some background information about the houses

"Slytherin is filled with dark wizards and witches. And crackpots too" whispered Ron to you and you felt nervous, you didn't want to get sorted into Slytherin and lose your new friends. Professor McGonagall then asked you all to wait for a few moments as she needed to get some things ready for the sorting ceremony and as soon as she left, a blonde haired guy spoke "So it's true then, the sayings on the train... Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts" as everyone looked at him in surprise and muttered among themselves. "This is Crabbe and Goyle. And I'm Malfoy... Draco Malfoy" as he introduced himself and Ron snickered in a not so subtle manner. Of course Draco heard it and wasn't really pleased with his reaction as he sneered at him. " You think my name's funny do you? There's no need to ask yours... red hair, a hand me down robe... you must be a Wealsey..." as he turned back to Harry and spoke "You'll have to know by now that there are some Wizarding families that are better than the others Potter. You're a part of the Sacred 28 after all,you don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort..." and glared at Ron again

You barely knew Malfoy for 5 minutes when you intervened "I'm sorry, what exactly makes a family a part of the Sacred 28? And Harry can make his decisions for himself. Of course, if you were a part of a Sacred family, your values and morals would be decent as well. Else you wouldn't be insulting people right off the bat as soon as you meet them". Some of the first years around you 'ooohed' when you said that as Malfoy's face grew hot and red with anger as he snarled "Stay out of this. No one asked you for your opinion" and you just rolled your eyes in response. Harry and Ron stared in amazement at your courage as Hermione was observing the scene from a distance away. It was your first day at Hogwarts and you were already getting ready to fight? She looked on rather disapprovingly but part of her admired your courage and loyalty for your friends by standing up for them. Which was why she also gripped her wand in her pockets just in case she could pull it out if the situation got out of hand. She didn't want anything happening to you for some reason

It was time for the sorting at long last, the moment you've been waiting for and Harry, Ron and Hermione were sorted into the Gryffindor house whereas Malfoy was sorted into the Slytherin house. The sorting hat was placed on top of your head and it muttered "Hmm.... interesting. Very very interesting...." as you nervously looked up at it and asked "What is?" "In all my years of sorting students into houses, you're truly something. You have bravery, courage and loyalty, fit to be a Gryffindor and yet, that cheek, determination and lots and lots of ambition to make you a Slytherin. Plenty of brains, the curiosity and hunger for knowledge is in there as well, you'd do well in Ravenclaw. You're also kind hearted and have the good old nature that Helga Hufflepuff was talking about...hmm... where to put you?" it asked you

It was quite an interesting predicament because never before did anyone see the sorting hat have trouble sorting someone into a house. Everyone looked at you with bated breath as you could feel everyone's eyes on you which made you a bit conscious of yourself but you tried your best to ignore the feeling. The headmaster, Albus Dumbledore was watching you quite closely as professor Snape, the Potions professor seemed interested as well. After a few moments of deliberation, the sorting hat finally sorted you into Gryffindor which you felt relieved about. Harry, Ron and Hermione felt immensely glad that you were in the same house along with them. You felt an exhilarating feeling course through your body when everyone clapped for you as you joined the Gryffindor table. You were introduced to the Wealsey siblings present there, Percy Wealsey, the third oldest who was the Gryffindor prefect, Fred and George the twins who were overly fond of pranking people and you made a mental note to not get on their bad side. The last thing you needed was to wake up with horns on your head or something or a tail for that matter

Harry, Ron, Hermione and you became fast friends pretty quick but you refused to talk with them when they didn't include you in the quest for the Philosopher's stone. It broke their hearts but it was for your own good,you couldn't be put in danger like that. They cared for you too much and it drove them crazy when you ignored them or just glared at them angrily and stormed off. You finally softened a bit towards them when they said that they didn't want to put you in danger and they just wanted you to be safe. You started hanging out with them again as usual and they were elated, the days you refused to even spare them a second glance was utter torture for them. Harry, Ron and Hermione were like your three overprotective shadows, always around you no matter what. They've appointed themselves as your official caretakers and grew possessive and obsessive of you really quick

Harry wrote to his parents about you regularly as Ron did to his parents as well. During Christmas your parents forgot to send you your Christmas presents and you felt heartbroken. Harry, Ron and Hermione were mad as hell so they pitched in and got you some treats from the Great Hall and a few Christmas goodies of your own like a journal from Hermione, a cute quill set from Ron and from Harry, a book he thought you might be interested to read along with an encouraging note from all three of them. Of course they've mentioned to their parents that you haven't received any gifts for Christmas and you've received dozens of parcels from the Potter family and the Wealsey family, even though you hardly knew them. But they knew everything about you, more than you could know about yourself. You've received puddings, Tarts, cakes, pastries, sweaters, a maroon jumper with a W stitched on it and a snowglobe with a cute tiny snowman inside it. You felt grateful for their presents and sad at the same time for your own parents and family forgetting about you just like that

You were even more crushed when your parents said that they needed to go to France for a work conference and your aunt would be preoccupied with a huge case in the muggle world which meant you couldn't go back home. You were pretty devastated when you were invited by Ron to spend time with his family as Harry stated that his parents would join them at the Weasley's house for a couple of days. You agreed and upon reaching the Wealsey house, you could feel the warmth and homely feeling the atmosphere radiated. It certainly did give off homely vibes. You wished your family was also like this. You were introduced to Molly, who hugged you and spoke "So you're the famous Y/N my Ronald keeps talking about all the time... it's so nice to finally meet you dear" as Ron heatedly yelled out "MUM!" as Fred and George snickered in the background, whispering about how Ron was a simp for you as he told them to shut up

You were even introduced to Arthur Weasley, the father of Ron and the other Wealsey siblings who worked at the Ministry of magic, Bill Weasley who worked as a curse breaker at Gringotts the Wizarding bank in Egypt, Charlie Wealsey who worked with dragons in Romania which you found extremely fascinating. There was also young Ginny Weasley, who'd be starting Hogwarts next year. She was shy at first but she really opened up to you and she had fun being around you. The Weasley family loved and enjoyed your presence, it felt like you were part of their family already

Percy could see you becoming a head boy/ girl or prefect and he wanted to become your guide but Fred and George kept stealing you away to their room to show you their latest inventions. They loved it when your eyes sparkle and light up in curiosity, they feel proud when you take in interest in their inventions as do the other Wealseys when you enquired about their hobbies and pastimes. Molly wouldn't even let you step out of the house when it was time for De- gnoming the garden, she didn't want you getting injured and everyone agreed that it would be best for you if you'd stayed in while they'd take care of the business

A few days later James and Lily showed up at the Burrow and greeted you warmly as all of you sat down together and discussed various things over some nice hot steaming bowls of soup and a scrumptious feast laid out by Molly and Lily. When you were asked about your love life by Ginny, you literally choked on your soup as Molly patted you on the back and James handed you a glass of water. "Ginevra, that isn't a question for the dinner table" said Molly with a death stare as everyone present there became very interested in what you had to say. "Believe it or not, some guy from our Potions class, Troy Mullers asked me out for Valentine's day" "What did you say?" asked Hermione as everyone felt that sudden protective urge to make sure you were safe by all means necessary, even if it meant getting that Troy schmuck out of the way. They won't stand for someone to romantically court you, you were too kind and innocent to have your heart and feelings being taken for a ride by some random immature guy you barely even knew

"I... I rejected him. He wasn't happy about it and he called me all sorts of mean names but... it's not something I'm not used to" you shrugged it off as they all felt anger course through their veins. Who dared to make you sad and upset by calling you mean names and hurt your feelings? In fact Charlie was ready to send a Hungarian Horntail after them and Fred and George would send them Howlers after Holwers and packages with explosive Dungbombs from Zonkos, the Wizarding joke shop that go off as soon as you open the parcel. They were seething and they all came to a single conclusion, you had to be taken under their care for your own good. And judging by the way your so called family was treating you, you wouldn't want to be spend more time with them anymore which was a huge favor for them. Besides, what good is a family if they can't take care of you? Don't worry dear, they'll look after you and care for you like their very own. You've become a part of their families now whether you wanted to or not and it's like they say, family ALWAYS comes first...

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hellfirexhoe · 2 years

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Smut request for Eddie finding out reader has a praise kink… sucker for a good girl mention 🤤

Absolutely YES he would absolutely 100% be into affirmation play and I love him for that. (Also I am sorry this took like 4 years to get posted!!)

Warnings: 18+ content, minors DNI, praise kink, friends to lovers, smoking, fingering

“All I’m saying princess is that you’re too good for the losers of this town.” Eddie flicks the end of his cigarette into the ash tray before offering it to you.

“I’m not disagreeing that this town is filled with losers, but you’d think there would be at least one singular man in this town who can make a woman cum.” You take a long drag before passing back to Eddie.

"Ah, there is a man such as he." Eddie quips, using his voice reserved for “wise” NPCs in his hellfire games. You laugh at his accompanying eyebrow raise.

"Oh pray tell, who is this man of legend?" Eddie holds the cigarette between his lips and gestures to himself with dramatic flair, you barely notice because you’re busy staring at his mouth, wondering how it’s fair that him doing something as simple as holding a cigarette between his lips could be so erotic to you.

“Oooof, tough crowd.” Eddie jokes and it dawns on you that you never actually said anything, just stared at his mouth in response. You decide that enough is enough with the pining, and you quickly close the gap between you, pressing your lips hungrily to Eddie’s. He flounders for a split second, caught very off guard but quickly catches on, managing to snuff out the cigarette before pulling you onto his lap, all without breaking the kiss.

Eddie's hands are travelling all over your body, learning the way you respond has him captivated. He breaks the kiss but his lips don't leave your skin for one second, they trace paths from your lips to your neck, to your collarbone.

"Wanted this, wanted this for so fucking long." The confession leaves your lips in a flurry of words and soft sighs, Eddie doesn't let the confession dangle for long,

"Me too sweetheart." You shift on his lap and Eddie stiffens slightly as you can now feel his jean clad erection against your body, he looks up at you with an apologetic smile,

"Sorry, can't really help it when you're on my lap like this." Your lips capture his and you wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your bodies together until there's no space between you, and then you start to rock your hips against him, Eddie nips at your lip and pulls away,

"Hey, just because I'm hard doesn't mean we have to do anything. Don't... don't do this on my account."

"Are you saying you don't want me?"

"Fuck no, I'll ravish you for days if that's what you want."

"Now where did you learn a big word like ravish?" You tease and he laughs, his gorgeous head tipping back, it's warm and familiar and makes you want him all the more. You lean in and kiss him once more, this time taking his ring clad hand in yours, guiding it up your thigh, to rest on your waistband of your jeans, Eddie catches on quickly and works to unbutton, pausing with his hand resting on your lower stomach, the temperature of your skin making his rings feel cold by comparison. Then once more he pulls away from your kiss, the loss making you whine pathetically.

"You really want this? You want me?" You nod in response,

"No, words sweetheart, use your words."

"I want you, I've always wanted you."

"Good girl." Your stomach drops at the words, heat rising in your cheeks instantly, and Eddie notices this, "Oh, now that's just not fair."

You had meant to ask him what he meant but all thoughts left your head as he slipped his hand into your underwear, using the palm of his hand to rub your puffy clit while his fingers traced around your entrance, coating them in your slick as he did so. Your head falls onto his shoulder, heat leaving your cheeks as it travels down to the pit of your stomach.

"How does it feel?" Eddie is watching you closely, the intensity making you feel shy, so you bury your face in his shirt, the fabric muffling your answer, Eddie stops tracing your entrance, his fingers now rubbing your clit painfully slowly,

"I need this good girl to use her words and tell me how I can make her feel so incredible." Eddie whispers into your ear, feeling your cheeks get hot again against his neck.

"S- so good Eddie, so good."

"There we go. Now let me see that blush on your pretty face." You turn your head slightly, your cheeks getting hotter as you do do,

"Aw, my little beetroot." Eddie pulls you in for a kiss as he works his fingers faster and with more pressure, making you moan into the kiss, hands coming up to tangle in his hair only coming up for air when you start to feel light headed. Your hips are starting to twitch at every touch, you're teetering the line of overstimulation and you're not sure whether to beg for him to stop or cry for more, so you settle for pathetic whimpers,

"Oh sweet girl, is it too much for you?" There's concern in Eddie's voice, sure, but there's a teasing edge to it. You shake your head,

"No .. not too much.. Want more."

Eddie keeps his pace around your clit, his other arm locking you into place so your hips can't move to reduce the stimulation, your thighs start to shake in response, you're getting so close now.

"I know baby, I know. You're doing so good for me, just a little more." Eddie coos into your ear, punctuating his sentence with a soft bite to your ear lobe.

Your whole body is starting to tremble in his arms, your heavy lids close over your eyes and your jaw is slack as you feel yourself on the edge of orgasm, Eddie starts to increase the pressure of his fingers around your clit, and you're fairly sure your brain short circuits as you cry out in pleasure, pulling him close as your orgasm hits you, Eddie not stopping his motions until you've fully ridden it out and are grabbing his arm to still his hand.

Your head comes to rest against his shoulder once more as you try to catch your breath and steady the tremors going through you.

"Jesus." Is all you can manage,

"Told you there was a guy in Hawkins who could make you cum." Eddie rubs soothing circles into your back, "You did so well for me." He adds, softly.

"Give me a second and I'll help you out." You breathe out, still trembling slightly. Eddie chuckles and you hear the nervousness in it, you lift your heavy lids to glance at him, it's his turn to blush now.

"That really won't be necessary." Eddie gently lifts you off his lap and gestures to a darkened spot on his jeans, "Gotta say, no girl has ever made me cum in my pants before."

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yeondollie · 1 month

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ɪᴛ ᴀʟᴍᴏsᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴋᴇᴅ ♡ 𝜗𝜚

. . paring ; toxic! yeonjun x fem! reader

. . warnings ; ANGST .ᐟ, fighting, drabble, explicit language, crying, degration, junnie is mean, kinda? fluff, apologizing, good ending, nicknames (baby, pretty girl, princess), i thinkkk that it :D !

a/n ; hiiii guys !! i missed you so so much im so sorry for the sudden break . . i had a lot going on n stuff but i'm feeling better and back to writing fics :> ! i was listening to it almost worked-tv girl this morning and omgg i love tv girl smm but i needed to make a fic about something like this soo enjoy ᥫ᭡

“why the fuck are you so dramatic?” yeonjun scoffed, looking up at you as he sat on the couch. you two had been fighting for what seemed like forever but in reality, it had been on and off for about a week. yeonjun was pisses, livid even because of the way you’ve been acting.

you had blown up his phone, went on a drive at three in the morning, and even blew up his friends phone because after another argument about god knows what he had left. he left without saying anything and to you that meant possibly another woman.

as he stared up at you in anger, you suddenly started to feel bad. maybe you had took it too far this time, maybe you needed to have some trust in him. “jun.. i was just worried. thats all..” you say, in a quiet and gentle voice.

you were never one to get anger or yell or even cuss; he was the complete opposite of you. “_____ i dont give a fuck! you’re so clingy it’s disgusting..” his face made it clear, he wasn’t lying. he meant every word that came out of his mouth.

it was coming out again. not word vomit, not even actual vomit but just pure tears. they started dwelling in your eyes and suddenly your vision went blurry. “y-yeonjun..” he noticed your shaky voice, shaky hands, and most importantly- glassy eyes.

his heart started to crack and he realized just what he had said to you. his mind went blank and all he could do was slowly wrap his arms around you. when you called him ‘yeonjun’ rather than ‘jun’ or ‘jjunnie’ his heart stopped.

“i-i didn’t mean to.. u-upset you yeonjun. i was j-just worried.” while not hugging him back, you just stood there- limp. he desperately held onto you. this was the first time that either two of you have had any type of physical contact in weeks.

his words started to sink in. no not into you but into him. had he really said that to you? his hands were all over you. caressing your face, hugging you, even planting kisses all over your pretty face. “i-i didn’t mean any of that princess.. i-i where are you going?”

before you could reply to him, you walked your way to your bedroom. locking the door before you slumped on your bed and started crying into the pillows. you could hear loud banging on the door accompanied by a few “im sorrys” from time to time.

eventually, you fell asleep. all the crying did really tire you out and you just wanted to forget about the situation at the moment. it was now 7:38pm and it was silent. silent outside, completely dark, and yet you could see your phone light up, over and over again.

jjun !!

im sorry baby i didn’t mean any of it i miss you please im sososo sorry pretty girl r u sleeping? sorry i love you so much

you

im awake now come in my room plz i miss u more baby

you slowly hear the door crack open and your boyfriend walks in, his glassy eyes staining his originally cold ones. “_____ i.. please im sorry i didn’t mean to hurt my b-baby..” he carefully sits in your bed, placing a hand on your head and comforting you.

safe to say it worked, it always did. here was the thing, it was always a cycle with yeonjun. there was no “time apart” or even a break of some sorts. he always convinced you to stay or hear him out. and you did just that, time and time again.

“i-its okay jun.. come here please.” you sniffle and he enters the covers and wraps his arms around you. he was so warm, so comforting it almost made you forget what he made you feel like when you weren’t in his arms. the next hour and a half consisted of his corny compliments to get you back where he needed you.

“you’re so pretty princess, you know that?” he whispers in your ear, planting kisses all over your face. he was trying to butter you but god it was working. you could feel the butterflies in your stomach and the heat rising up to your face. “junnie..” you cover your face in embarrassment.

yet he removes your hands and starts smiling at your flustered face. he cant help it. you look so cute, so gorgeous, so beautiful he couldnt help but continue to stare and smile at you. “its true.. but im really sorry i didn’t mean any of that. i..i really wanna make us work pretty girl.”

god just that nickname got you latching onto him for dear life like he was gonna run away from you. he wanted to make it work. just for you guys? your heart was touched yet a part of you doubted every word that came out of his mouth. but maybe this time he’d be different.

“i know jun.. me too. i want you. i want you more than anything.” you smile, feeling content for the time being.

a/n ; i know i’ve been gone for FOREVER and im so so so so so sorry ! school was stressing me but im on spring break heheheh :0 so expect more fics! (i hope)

#txt fanfic #txt x reader #txt #txt scenarios #tubatu #yeondolliesworks #tomorrow x together #txt angst #yeonjun #yeonjun x y/n #yeonjun x you #yeonjun angst #yeonjun x reader

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riiwrites · 4 months

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“my kind of woman”

featuring : satoru gojo, chuuya nakahara

requested by : anon

request : “could i please have headcanons for ideal type of woman and what they would choose to do as a first date for chuuya and gojo please”

if anybody knows who created the gojo fanart, please let me know so I can credit them!

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SATORU GOJO

• For Gojo, I think he’d want someone who can handle most of his teasing.

• But someone who can also defend themselves and tease him back.

• He’d never want to actually cross the point where he’d hurt you or make you cry, so he prefers you to be a lot more strong willed instead of accidentally saying something that could potentially hurt you.

• He does love the cuties, someone with a cute smile and chubby cheeks to them and all.

• The happy cheery girls with such a positive outlook on situations.

• It just makes him so giddy, having such a cutie like you on his hip to match his energy with.

• An absolute bonus if you have a sweet tooth just like him.

• That way you guys could just binge snacks and shows and debate about the silliest things.

• I don’t think he’s one to care for looks

• Although we know he finds Inoue Waka hot, he wouldn’t really care how his woman looks 🤷🏼‍♀️

• For a first date, I think he’d take you on a tour to all of the sweet shops in Japan.

• And not just any ordinary sweet shop, oh no.

• The most expensive ones.

• And if you’d feel guilty that he’s spending too much on you?

• “I have too much! My bank account is overflowing with money it should be illegal, and what better way to spend it all is to spend it on my princess?”

• A gentleman and a sweetheart i say.

“Toru..where are we going?” You say with a little giggle escaping your lips. You were accompanied with his big hands over your eyes and your back against his chest as he guided you carefully through the streets of Tokyo.

“Shhhhh, sweets..you’ll see in just a second.”

“I’m becoming concerned..”

“What?! Have a little faith in me why don’t ya??” You can tell the smiles evident in his voice as he places a chaste kiss on the top of your head.

You giggle once again, finding his childish request laughable. Once you finally reach your destination after what felt like a forever duration of walking due to Gojo being extremely careful for you not to bump into anyone, you can feel him lean down and his breath tickles your ear as he speaks.

“Okay, on the count of three sweets, kay?”

“Kay!”

“One, two, three!!” As he shouts the three with such excitement he takes his hands off your eyes, now revealing the grand surprise Gojo had planned for you two.

And oh my, it was a grand surprise - he wasn’t kidding.

“Toru..isn’t this?-“

“Yes, yes it is.”

“…”

“But, Toru isn’t it-“

“Uh-huh”

“…”

“But Toru it looks so-“

He places a finger over your lips, still smiling as he leans closer to your face.

“Why are you asking so many questions, sweet girl?”

You pout, furrowing your eyebrows.

“It looks so expensive..I don’t want you to waste that kind of money, especially for a first date..”

His smile fades into a look of confusion, tilting his head to the side.

“What? Are you crazy?” He begins, leaning back up and placing his hands on his hips.

“This type of money I choose to spend practically deserves to be spent on you!”

“But why?” You ask.

He sighs dramatically, making tutting sounds with his mouth as he shakes his hand and his smile returns.

“So many questions..its because i like you, silly girl.” He boops your nose, earning a blush from you as you melt at his words. He extends a hand out to you, in which you take without anymore questions.

“Now, I desperately need to try the newest flavour of kikufuku that they have!”

CHUUYA NAKAHARA

• I honestly think Chuuya and Gojo have similar tastes in woman.

• But Chuuya especially doesn’t care for the looks, he cares for the personality.

• But overall, I believe he loves a woman who is well organised and has a rather calm nature.

• Not that he wouldn’t mind having a bubbly cutie, just that he wouldn’t be able to keep up with her excitement or match her energy.

• He loves a woman to be carefree and kind, not mean or bratty.

• He wouldn’t want to take care of someone who acts like a child, he wants someone who takes care of themselves thoroughly and can manage things on their own.

• I can imagine he’d love to see his S/O in red.

• Just absolutely melts at the sight of it.

• He loves the cuties he can spoil.

• As long as they’re presentable, kind and respectful he wouldn’t want anything less.

• For a first date, you know he’d be the one to treat you right.

• Getting you a gift especially is such a must for him too.

• He wants you to believe you’re worth it and that he’s in for the long run, bumps and all.

• Which is why taking you to the fanciest restaurant in Yokohama that he rented out specifically just for you and him with his money was the best chance to prove it.

“You like it doll?” Chuuya asks with a smile, placing his hand on his cheek as he stares at you adoringly.

“Chuuya, it’s absolutely beautiful..” You say breathlessly as you stare at the gorgeous gold necklace you have in your grasp.

“What can I say? The best for the best. You wan’ me to help you put it on?”

You nod with a sweet smile graced on your lips.

At this he smiles wider, getting up from his seat as he comes over behind you to take the necklace off your hands and place it around your neck, clasping it together as you feel his cold hands on the back of your neck.

The atmosphere was beyond perfect. Nobody in sight besides you, him and one or two waiters in sight as the slow piano music fills the comforting silence in the room as he helps you with the jewellery, his movements careful and gentle.

It was all so romantic, so perfect.

He heads back to his seat, sitting down and looking at you with so much love in his eyes that if anybody within his work life saw him like this, they wouldn’t believe it.

“So, why here?” You ask, your beautiful smile tinted in red lipstick was all Chuuya could focus on as of now, before returning his gaze to your eyes.

“Just thought for a first date I’d do something special for ya, doll.” He says, stretching his arm out as he props his other elbow up on the other side of the table, returning to place his cheek on there once again.

“I don’t get to do this often, considering my job. So I don’t want you to think I’m all talk and don’t do, y’know?”

At this you giggle, reaching out for his extended arm as you take his hand, your hands meeting and intertwining at the middle of the table.

“I know you’re anything but that, Mr. Nakahara.”

He chuckles, bringing your hand up to his lips to press a kiss on your knuckles, staring at you whilst doing so.

“I knew from the very first moment that you were gonna be mine, and now i have ya.”

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wh0re4women · 1 year

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Attitude Adjustment. (Larissa Weems X Lady Lesso X Reader.) NSFW

Summary: Lesso thinks you need a punishment, Larissa unfortunately agrees.

Warnings: Mistress!Lesso, Mommy!Larissa, Student!Reader 18+, spanking, mild dirty talk, ending in fluff <3

"Darling, is this really necessary?" Larissa carefully asked as she paced back and forth throughout her office. Her mind was running wild with the knowledge of your upcoming punishment.

Lesso stood leaning against a wall, a dark chuckle leaving her throat as she held a cane wedged between the palm of her left hand and the floor, "Oh, please, my love. You and I both know that she deserves more than a spanking. If anything, I'm being beyond lenient."

"You're right," Larissa admitted as she stopped in her tracks, looking over into the red-heads eyes for the first time since the conversation had started, "you're right, darling. But it doesn't make it any easier."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it."

Just as Lesso finished speaking, the door to Larissa's office flung open and you tiredly shuffled inside, both women shooting you very different glances.

"Look who the cat dragged in," Lesso smirked, to which you rolled your eyes as you flung your bag away from you without care.

"Darling, what happened?" Larissa immediately rushed over to you, stopping only once she was in front of the leather couch you had dropped onto. Your uniform was a mess; shirt untucked, tie gone, tights ripped. Larissa couldn't believe her eyes.

"It's been a long day," you sighed dramatically.

"It's about to get even longer," Lesso chimed and you narrowed your eyes at her, shooting her a confused glance. She was always ominous when she was in a bad mood. Great.

"What happened to your uniform?" Larissa pressed further, ignoring Lesso's comments and the attitude that was seeping out of you. Her hands sat on her hips. She was concerned.

"I may have gotten into a fight," you mumbled quietly and quickly, not daring to look the woman in the eyes.

"[y/n], look at me when I'm speaking to you," the tall blonde scolded lightly, her worry growing with every second, "and speak up, darling. What happened?"

You opened your mouth to repeat yourself but before you could get another word in, Lesso interrupted the conversation, making her way over to the both of you, "She said she got into a fight. Again."

You glared at your curly haired girlfriend.

"A fight?!" Larissa was appalled, "Again?! [y/n], this is—"

"Ridiculous," Lesso finished Larissa's sentence for her, "Pathetic, really. You cant keep your hands to yourself?"

You rolled your eyes, "It wasn't—"

"Your fault? No, it never is, is it, baby?"

The red-head was now crouched in front of the couch, eye-level with you. A stoic, almost-mocking look was accompanying her face. A stark contrast to Larissa's alarmed expression.

Spending time with the two older women was your favourite thing, but this wasn't your week. And the last thing you wanted was to bicker with Lesso, even if you did secretly find it hot to infuriate her.

"Lesso—"

"It's Mistress."

You gulped, "I'm not doing this today."

As you tried to stand, a cane was pressed against your chest and you were pushed back down, lodged between the couch and Lesso's strength as she now stood at her full height.

Desperately looking for remorse, you worriedly glanced over at Larissa, who looked almost sympathetic as she watched you squirm under the curly haired woman's power.

"Larissa, I—"

"It's mommy, darling," the principal finally spoke and her tone had dropped a few decibels lower than you expected, throwing you off.

"You're both teaming up against me?!"

Lesso chuckled coldly and you immediately knew you had blown it. If Larissa couldn't save you, no one could.

"Mommy?" You tried again, looking up at Larissa from under your eyelashes, batting them as a pout fixed itself onto your lips.

"Listen to your Mistress, darling. I don't have the energy to argue with you today," the Principal numbly told you before going over to sit behind her desk.

Your mouth flew open in disbelief as you focused back onto Lesso, "What did you do to her?!"

"What I did to her, [y/n]?" The woman before you seethed and it was enough to keep you sat still in place even after she yanked her cane away and slammed it onto the ground as to make a point, "We're going to talk about what you've done first, how's that for a change?"

You didn't get to reply before Lesso began chastising you again.

"You're insolent. You've been misbehaving in classes all week. You're a downright brat at times and more so lately than usual. You don't listen for shit, especially when your mommy tells you to do something you don't deem as important. And don't even get me started on the fact that I've smelled alcohol on your lips during school hours—"

"I'm an adult!"

"Yeah? I'll start believing it when you start acting like it."

A huff left your mouth. You were quick to cross your arms over your chest defiantly, staring daggers at the ceiling.

"My point is made," Lesso harshly finished, making sure to wait a few seconds to see if you were going to talk back. Once she was sure you were truly done, she made her way across the room towards Larissa.

You could've made a run for it. You thought about it. You contemplated it. You considered it especially greatly when you heard whispers between your two girlfriends and you couldn't decipher a single word. But before you could even get up, you were distracted by Larissa rising from her desk and making her way towards the double doors that led to her sleeping quarters.

You watched as she walked through, not paying any mind to you what so ever. Her white shirt was tucked into a black midi skirt that flowed as she walked, her heels tapping even after she was out of your eyesight, coming to a halt a few seconds later.

Lesso turned to look at you at the same time that you had quizzically begun eyeing her. Her cane rose from the floor, pointing towards the same door Larissa had disappeared through, "What are you waiting for? Off you go."

You furrowed your eyebrows. It wasn't that you were purposely ignoring the bad feeling in your stomach, it was just that your curiosity had gotten better of you and you ended up following instructions this time.

Feet coming to a halt once you entered the large space, a pit of anticipation began forming in your lower stomach.

Larissa was sat on the edge of her king sized bed, a serious look occupying her face. You made eye contact and the older blonde patted her lap, causing you to furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

"I... I don't get it," you spoke, before turning back to look at Lesso, who was now almost directly behind you, as if to make sure you wouldn't bolt away the first chance you got.

The red-head raised her eyebrows and lowered her head towards you, whispering in your ear, "Over her lap, baby girl. Now."

You giggled, which only lasted a few seconds as you realised Lesso's serious look had not faltered. Confused, you looked over to Larissa, then to Lesso, then back to Larissa.

"Mommy?"

"Stop pouting, darling. Do as you're told," Larissa swiftly spoke, "I don't have the time to play games today. I have a meeting with some of your teachers in an hour."

You couldn't believe it. You weren't half as bad as some of the other girls in the school (cough cough, Wednesday) and yet, you were the one constantly in trouble. It was probably all of Lesso's doing!

"Wait, wait," you lifted your hands in defence, pausing for a second as you looked back at Lesso, "I promise I'll change."

The older woman chuckled, clearly amused at your antics before grasping your left shoulder and turning you around, pressing her cane onto your lower back and shoving you forward, "Shut up. Do as you're told."

You weren't sure whether the situation was more embarrassing or the whine that had just slid its way out of your mouth.

Giving you no more time to protest, Larissa leaned forward and clutched your wrist before pulling you over her lap.

"No! Please! I'll be good, I swear this time!" You began thrashing around, and the poor principal couldn't bare to see you so helpless, so she began shushing you gently.

"It's ok, darling. The quicker you let Lesso do this, the quicker it'll all be over," Larissa sweetly cooed as she began pulling your tights down, before flipping your skirt up and rubbing the half-bare skin on your ass.

You heard Lesso muffle a groan at the sight before hearing her footsteps inch closer. "So pretty," she paused and you felt Larissa pet your hair gently before the red-head spoke again, "It's a shame you're such a bad girl."

A roaring smack tore through the room as you unexpectedly felt Lesso's cane meet your skin in a searing kiss, making you squeal in pain as you began thrashing again.

"Please! Please! Mistress, please."

"Please what? More?" The curly haired woman was having the time of her life as she lifted her cane and flung it down onto your soft skin once again, "Stay. Still."

You whimpered. Loud.

"Ssh, darling. Just three more," Larissa rubbed your back with one hand as she grabbed your wrists with the other, pinning them to your lower back.

"Three, if she takes them well," Lesso half-joked and the principal shot her a stern look, making the red-head shrug her shoulders in reply. She was going to teach you a lesson, that's for sure. You could call a 'red' any time, you knew that. Larissa and Lesso both knew that. But you all shared the knowledge that your punishment was well deserved, even if some of you didn't want to admit it.

"I-I'm sorry," you sulked, whining and squirming in Larissa's lap as you awaited another spanking.

Sure enough, it came a second later, leaving you gasping and crying out in shock, the sting heating your body.

"Sorry doesn't cut it anymore, baby girl," Lesso pointed out.

Larissa hummed in agreement and you couldn't have felt more betrayed in the moment. You were just trying to make school more bearable for yourself; sure, drinking once in a while and sometimes getting into fights wasn't the best way to go about it, but what else did you have to do? And yeah, maybe your attitude had been a little over the top lately. And you did sneak out a lot at night. And there was this one time you had almost poisoned Ms. Thornhill during a prank gone wrong. And—

Two sharp hits distracted you from your thoughts as you broke free from Larissa's grasp and covered your back side. The back-to-back swings of Lesso's cane had forced tears into your eyes and before she could even conclude your punishment, you shot up into a sitting position on Larissa's lap, wrapping your arms around her neck and snuggling into her warm skin, "I'm so sorry!"

"I didn't say we were done," Lesso interrupted. She was surprised at your bravery and how quickly you had managed to go from faux-begging and apologising, to actually sounding sincere.

"It's all right, darling. Mommy's got you," Larissa spoke gently, rubbing your back in a comforting manner immediately. She gave Lesso the 'mom' look.

"Well," the redhead cleared her throat, "I suppose you did take your punishment suitably."

You breathed out a sigh of relief, relaxing into Larissa's body, "I'm sorry for being such a brat."

"What was that?" Lesso asked, walking over the the bed and dropping onto the edge by the tall blonde that was cradling you sideways now as you looked into Lesso's eyes.

"I said I'm sorry for being a brat."

"I cant hear you. You're going to have to speak up, baby," Lesso teased, making Larissa laugh softly.

You rolled your eyes playfully, hiding your smile as you reached back and grabbed a pillow before swinging it forward and hitting Lesso with it.

The red-head gasped, "Oh no, you didn't!"

"Yes, I did!"

Larissa shook her head as Lesso climbed back onto the bed, grabbing another pillow, "You are both unbelievable," she laughed, before kissing your head and softly guiding you off of her.

"I have a meeting, so don't you dare hit me with those pillows," the woman stood up and dusted her outfit off, while you and Lesso both shared a knowing look.

You both turned to Larissa with devious looks on your faces and the poor blonde woman bolted out of the room with the widest eyes, losing her heels in the process, leaving you and Lesso in fits of laughter.

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You love letters in jail...

Pairing: Rhysand x reader Warning: This chapter contains explicit sexual content and emotional turmoil SMUT. Summary: In a moment of passion and vulnerability, Rhysand implores YN to stay with him, but she grapples with the weight of her responsibilities as High Lady of the Court of the Lost Gods.

Song I kinda used is Prison for life because 🎶I'm a feminist, obviously But I wouldn't really mind him savin' me And I know that I'm fine without a man But I think I would like his protection I'm just bein' honest, can't change what I like I'll never forget it, he told me one night If anybody hurts you, hah I'm goin' to prison for life🎶

This can be read alone or with Prison for life.

As YN lay nestled against Rhysand's chest, the gentle rise and fall of his breath soothing her like a lullaby, she couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over her. His fingers traced lazy patterns through her hair, each touch sending a shiver of pleasure down her spine as she reveled in the intimacy of their shared moment.

"So," Rhysand murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent warmth flooding through her veins, "about earlier..."

YN tilted her head up to meet his gaze, her heart fluttering at the playful glint in his eyes. "Oh, you mean when you swooped in to save me from certain doom?" she teased, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

Rhysand chuckled, the sound vibrating against her skin like a gentle caress. "Yes, that," he replied, his tone light with amusement. "I couldn't just let you get eaten by that thing, now could I?"

YN laughed, the sound melodic and carefree in the quiet of the room. "I suppose not," she conceded, her fingers tracing idle patterns against his chest. "But you didn't have to make such a dramatic entrance."

Rhysand raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Oh, but where's the fun in that?" he countered, his voice tinged with amusement. "Besides, I thought you liked a little bit of drama in your life."

YN chuckled, leaning in to press a soft kiss against his chest. "Only when it's accompanied by a dashing hero," she teased, her eyes twinkling with mirth.

Rhysand grinned, his fingers tangling gently in her hair as he pulled her closer. "Well, lucky for you, you've got the most dashing hero of them all," he replied, his voice soft with affection.

As they lay together in the quiet warmth of the night, their laughter mingling with the soft rustle of the sheets, YN couldn't help but feel grateful for the easy banter and playful teasing that defined their relationship. In Rhysand's arms, she felt safe, cherished, and utterly, completely loved—a feeling she never wanted to end.

As the conversation shifted to more lighthearted topics, YN found herself tracing lazy circles on Rhysand's chest, her mind drifting to the moments they shared, both playful and profound.

"You know," Rhysand began, his voice low and contemplative, "I never thought I'd find someone who could match my wit and sarcasm quite like you do."

YN chuckled softly, the sound muffled against his skin. "Is that a compliment or an insult?" she teased, her lips curving into a playful smile.

Rhysand's laughter rumbled beneath her, a warm vibration that sent a flutter of warmth through her chest. "Take it however you like," he replied, his tone teasing. "But I have to admit, it's refreshing to have someone who can keep up with me."

As they bantered back and forth, their conversation meandering through topics both trivial and profound, YN couldn't help but marvel at the easy rapport they shared. With Rhysand, she felt seen, understood, and accepted for who she truly was—a feeling that filled her with a sense of joy and contentment unlike anything she had ever known.

Feeling a surge of desire coursing through her veins, YN lifted herself from where she lay against Rhysand's chest, her eyes locking with his as she straddled him, a playful grin dancing on her lips. Leaning down, she captured his mouth in a passionate kiss, her lips molding to his with a fierce hunger that left them both breathless.

Rhysand responded eagerly, his arms wrapping around her waist as he deepened the kiss, his fingers tangling in her hair as he pulled her closer. Their bodies pressed together, a symphony of heat and desire as they lost themselves in the intensity of their shared passion.

As their kisses grew more fervent, YN felt a fire igniting within her, a primal need that burned hotter with each passing moment. She trailed kisses along Rhysand's jawline, down his neck, reveling in the taste and feel of him beneath her touch.

With a low growl of desire, Rhysand flipped them over, pinning YN beneath him as he claimed her lips in a searing kiss. Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, each touch igniting sparks of pleasure that danced along their skin.

As their lips fervently explored one another, Rhysand's voice, husky with desire, broke through the haze of passion. "Lift your hips for me," he murmured against her lips, his words sending a shiver of anticipation down YN's spine.

With a breathless nod, YN complied, arching her back as she lifted her hips to meet his touch. Rhysand's hands traced a path of fire along her curves, his lips trailing kisses along her neck and collarbone before descending lower, capturing her breast in a hungry kiss.

As Rhysand's lips teased and tantalized her sensitive skin, YN's breath hitched in her throat, her fingers tangling in his hair as she surrendered to the waves of pleasure coursing through her. Each flick of his tongue, each gentle nip of his teeth, sent sparks of ecstasy dancing along her nerves, drawing soft gasps of pleasure from her lips.

With a low growl of desire, Rhysand's hands trailed down her body, his touch setting her ablaze as he worshipped her with a reverence that left her breathless. Lost in the intoxicating whirlwind of sensation, YN gave herself over completely to the moment, her heart soaring as she melted into the exquisite pleasure of Rhysand's touch.

As their bodies melded together in a passionate embrace, Rhysand's desire for YN grew more intense, his need for her undeniable. With a deep, primal hunger burning within him, he guided himself to her slick entrance, the anticipation of their union sending a surge of electricity coursing through both of them.

With a shared gasp of ecstasy, Rhysand slowly entered YN, inch by tantalizing inch, his length stretching her slick walls as they merged together in a union of pure bliss. The sensation of him filling her completely sent waves of pleasure crashing over her, her body arching against his in a silent plea for more.

As Rhysand began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, YN clung to him desperately, her nails digging into his back as she surrendered herself to the intoxicating rhythm of their lovemaking. Each thrust sent sparks of ecstasy shooting through her veins, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of their connection.

Lost in the throes of passion, Rhysand and YN moved together as one, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as they chased the pinnacle of pleasure. With each thrust, each gasp, they drew closer to the edge, their passion building like a wildfire raging out of control.

And then, with a shared cry of ecstasy, they tumbled over the edge together, their bodies convulsing in the throes of release as they were consumed by the sheer intensity of their love. In that moment of pure bliss, nothing else mattered but the two of them, locked together in a timeless embrace as they soared to heights of pleasure they had never known before.

As they lay together, their bodies still trembling with the echoes of their passion, Rhysand's arms wrapped around her in a tender embrace. He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, his voice soft and filled with emotion as he spoke.

"Stay with me," he whispered, his words a plea wrapped in longing. "Don't go back to the Court of the Lost Gods. Stay here, with me."

YN's heart fluttered at his words, torn between the love she felt for Rhysand and the responsibilities that awaited her back at the court. She searched his eyes, seeing the depth of his affection reflected in their depths, and felt her resolve waver.

But as she opened her mouth to respond, she found herself at a loss for words. The weight of her duties pressed down upon her like a heavy burden, reminding her of the obligations she had sworn to uphold as High Lady.

"I... I don't know," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper as uncertainty gnawed at her heart. "I want to stay with you, Rhys. But I have responsibilities back at the court. I can't just abandon them."

Rhysand's expression softened, his fingers brushing gently against her cheek as he leaned in to kiss her tenderly. "I understand," he said, his voice filled with quiet understanding. "But know that my heart will always be here, waiting for you. No matter what path you choose, I'll be here, ready to love you with everything I am."

Tears pricked at the corners of YN's eyes as she gazed into Rhysand's eyes, overwhelmed by the depth of his love and devotion. In that moment, she realized that no matter where life's journey took her, she would always carry Rhysand's love with her, a beacon of hope guiding her through even the darkest of times.

With a trembling smile, she reached out to take his hand, intertwining their fingers together in a silent promise. "Thank you, Rhys," she whispered, her voice filled with love and gratitude. "For everything."

And as they lay together in the quiet embrace of the night, their hearts entwined in a bond that transcended time and space, YN knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, she would face them with Rhysand by her side, their love a light to guide them through the darkness.

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apocalypseornaw · 5 months

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Don't Blame Me (Pt 3/5)

Dean Winchester x Reader

Dean confronts Crowley who recounts exactly what did happen to you, sparing no details to Dean's horror. You look for a way to ward yourself from Dean finding you.

Dean was half in shock when you blinked out. You were alive? When he looked at Crowley he knew the anger he felt showed in his eyes because the demon took a step back even before Dean grabbed him, slamming him back into a wall. "BRING HER BACK"

Crowley shook his head slowly "I didn't send her a way and I try not to summon her. She gets upset, it causes a mess. She killed ten demons the first time I summoned her and let's just say I like keeping her as calm as possible"

Dean shook his head before pulling the demon blade up to hold the point against Crowleys neck "Last time I saw her she was getting on a plane. What the fuck did you do to her?" Crowley laughed sharply "What did I do? Squirrel you should really ask what did you do?"

Dean's grip loosened at Crowleys words "What do you mean what Dean did?" Sam asked as Crowley untangled himself from Dean's grasp. Crowleys eyes were on Dean when he said "She made a deal. I didn't go after her soul. It was already in hell"

Dean shook his head "She wouldn't. Y/N knows the risks" Crowley shrugged "and yet she did for you" "for me?" Dean asked and Crowley sighed "This is dramatic. Her soul already went to hell so contract fulfilled. She's gonna try to kill me but.." before Dean or Sam could ask Crowley touched two fingers to Dean's forehead. Flashes of an Okami, pain of claws ripping into his chest and the heartbreaking sound of your sobs tore through Dean's head.

"She couldn't face losing you so she made a deal. Be glad I took over when I did. Lucifer and his flunkies were having fun with your girl" "She wouldn't agree to be a demon" Sam argued but Crowley shrugged "A little over four hundred years of torture. A hundred of those were under Lucifer and Zachariah. She's stronger than most of the souls in hell but the things they did to her.." he trailed off and Dean could feel his jaw clench with anger even before Crowley met his eyes "No angelic interference for her, guess she wasn't important enough. I needed an attack dog. Someone who if they were spotted working at my side the threats were taken seriously"

"So you've been using her?" Sam asked. Crowley scoffed "I gave her freedom from the racks. I put her body back together so she'd have it. I made sure to keep her off the angels radar. I've gotten her to kill a few dozen demons but nothing she wouldn't have done in life. How the hell have I been using her? Would you two prefer me to have left her to an eternity of whatever being decided to plunge a blade or other things into her?"

Dean swallowed down the bile in his throat at Crowleys words and the images that accompanied them to ask "Why didn't she let me know?" and Crowley laughed again "Did you not see that little performance? She was afraid you'd hate her so she stayed off the beaten path" "Then why did you bring her here tonight?" Sam demanded.

"She's wrong for lack of better terms. She shouldn't care like she still does, shouldn't have so much left of her human personality. Her soul was stronger than I gave it credit for. If she stays a demon she's gonna e a threat to my throne" Dean swung without thinking and connected a hard punch to Crowleys jaw "You've kept her from me for years, YEARS. and now you're only telling me so she can't dethrone you? The only reason I'm not killing you is so you can help me find her"

Ireland, Scotland, Australia, New Zealand and South America. It was hard to find a coven that would play well with a demon, let alone one marked by the king of hell as his right hand woman but you finally did.

You sat in the middle of the circle, watching the woman paint sigils onto your skin. Once she was done she rejoined the circle. You sat silently as they chanted, the sigil glowing then absorbing into your skin. You looked at the head witch "No one can summon me now?" She nodded "Your boss can probably still get a feed on where you are but no one can summon you" you paid her the fee and thanked the rest of the coven before blinking out. You were back in Washington state, almost at the Canadian line.

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You had a cabin there, somewhere you stayed when Crowley didn't need you at his side. Somewhere you were able to ignore everything that had happened. You weren't right as a demon. They weren't supposed to feel, weren't supposed to care yet here you were.

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You washed your face then looked at yourself in the mirror letting your eyes slip to black. Even as a demon you were held together by paperclips and rubber bands. The memory of the look on Dean's face flashed through your head and you smashed the mirror. What the hell were you supposed to do now?

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#dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x female!reader #supernatural fanfiction #spn fanfiction #dean winchester fanfiction #dont blame me mini series

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yusume-the-writer · 3 months

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Hello! I don't know if this is where I'm supposed to ask... About your Villain's day off post, I don't see any with that character so.. Could you please write fluff hurt with comfort for a female reader with Carpaccio Luo Yang pretty please? 🥹

Curse Cupid and win a date

Carpaccio Luo-Yang x Fem Reader

Request made by Anon, I hope you like it and I'm sorry for the delay

Not to mention that this was my third request about Carpaccio, he is gaining a lot of fans hehehe~

I was really inspired by this one, maybe reading stories about boyfriends and your best friends on Reddit helped...

Genre: Hurt from ComfortWarning: Swearing (Just once), bad boyfriends

Summary: (Name) wanted to go on a Valentine's Day date with her boyfriend, but it seems like he would rather spend time with his friend making her decide to break up, so she went crying about her terrible romantic life, but it seems like someone it was there... But don't worry!!! He asks her out!

It was supposed to be a perfect day....

Today was Valentine's Day and (Name) wanted to spend time with her boyfriend on a very romantic day!

But.....He was busy....with his best girl friend....

Apparently they have a ritual of spending Valentine's Day together and they do it to the letter.

And it seems that even though he has a girlfriend he PREFERS TO SPEND VALENTINE'S DAY WITH A FRIEND, VALENTINE'S DAY WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ABOUT BOYFRIENDS AND NOT FRIENDS IF YOU WERE TO SPEND TIME WITH YOUR FRIEND IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ON BEST FRIEND'S DAY *ahem* (Name) couldn't believe it

And of course she is not a girlfriend that prevents her boyfriend from having female friends or even a female best friend if he himself understands that his girlfriend is a priority.

But the problem was that he put his best friend first in everything.

Do we have a date at the amusement park? Let me call my friend since she's sad. Is there an item that (Name) really wants? I'm going to buy it for my friend since she deserves it. Shall we go shopping? Let him call her to accompany him and blah, blah, blah

(Name) couldn't take this anymore and to make matters worse, every time she vented about it he responded

"You're just being very dramatic" He says while staring at you with disdain

Here was (Name) and his boyfriend in an Easton hallway

(Name) wanted to spend Valentine's Day with her boyfriend but he was busy with her best friend, again...

And when she went to complain, he just says this

"Now if you leave me alone, I'll go see Amy" He says as he turns his back to (Name)

"If you're going out with her today, we're done!" (Name) says angrily as she sees her boyfriend stop

Maybe he would change his mind-

"Don't be like that, I'll take you on a date later" And that's all he says without turning to her and leaves

'Forget it...he hasn't changed his mind...' (Name) thinks about staring at her now ex-boyfriend

"We're done!!!" (Name) screams at the top of her lungs to make the whole school hear her and so she turns around and runs away trying to hold back her tears

And now here was (Name) crouched in a place forgotten by the students crying on her knees as she remembered the past events

She was a mess, there was a lot of crying that perhaps could fill a river, there was snot and snot that came down from her nose and went into her mouth making her spit and cough to get it out.

She looked like a crybaby only a thousand times worse

Suddenly (Name) lifts her head from her knees and faces the sky and tries to catch her breath.

"CUPID I HATE YOU!!!!" (Name) scream as soon as she catches her breath and continues to cry

"*SNIF* ARE YOU SHOVING THOSE ARROWS WHERE THE FUCK? *SNIF* DID YOU KILL YOURSELF OR SOMETHING?!?! *COUGH*" (Name) continues while trying to get the phlegm and snot out of his mouth "YOU USED YOUR ARROWS TO DID YOU KILL YOURSELF?!?!? *SNIF* *COUGH* *COUGH* *SNIF* AHHHHHHHJHH" (Name) still didn't realize that someone was getting close to her

"...(Name)....?" An unknown male voice appears causing the (h/c) girl to turn her head that could overcome the speed of light

Standing in the flesh was Carpaccio Luo-Yang with an expression that could resemble surprise as he stared at (Name)'s shrunken, crying form.

This was the worst thing that could happen to (Name), a close friend, facing her in her vulnerable state.

Suddenly the surprised expression changes to seriousness as soon as he sees (Name)'s condition.

"What happened...?" Carpaccio says in an angry tone as his face deepens into a frown.

(Name) trembles when she hears that tone of voice coming from him, and of course she's seen him angry about other things but this was completely different

It seemed like he was going to do something much worse than death to the point where his victim was begging to die.

"(Name)..." His face is suddenly closer to hers, making her jump in surprise and fear so she is a little bit away from him

Carpaccio didn't seem to like this little distance but he didn't say anything and continued to stare at her, wanting an answer.

"I....I broke up with him....." (Name) finally says something that surprises Carpaccio by the fact that she is single

"But why did you break up with him on Valentine's Day?" Carpaccio asks as he tilts his head to the side

If it weren't for the moment she would tease him by calling him kitten

"He was an asshole the whole time so I decided I wasn't going to accept it anymore and I broke up with him" (Name) summarizes

Carpaccio knew that (Name) wouldn't delve deeper into this subject so he decided to accept it

"And you're crying....because of him?" Carpaccio says as he pats (Name) on the back

"And I was going to cry for a man?!?!?" (Name) scream in disbelief and stare at Carpaccio with eyes that looked like he said the stupidest thing on the entire planet

Carpaccio is surprised by the repeated scream and looks at him with confusion.

(Name) realizing that Carpaccio only asked out of caution for their feelings to feel bad about yelling at him

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to scream..." (Name) says as she sighs and puts her face on her knees, hiding her expression from Carpaccio

"It's just that... my relationships never work out, you know" She says in a sad voice without showing her face to Carpaccio "Every time I'm in a relationship something always happens and I realize that I've deluded myself once again. Like me I know that people have lives, friends and family outside of relationships, but it seems that people forget that their girlfriend is a priority, that I am a priority when we date, but every time I vent or try to talk about it, I always It would be dramatic, petty, I'm creating things, they always seem to want to make me the villain?!?" She raises her face and faces Carpaccio and then she raises her hands dramatically

"....But I don't want to be the villain...I just want someone to love me, respect me and understand my feelings or at least try to understand" (Name) continues as she lowers her hands and looks at the ground with sadness "I just want someone who every time I explain that I feel uncomfortable with something or someone and I tell them, they don't get angry and at least put some boundaries with the person and explain why they are so close to it , I don't want them to end a friendship of years unless it's necessary for their health.... but I want them to set limits.... Is that too much to ask?" (Name) says then she decides to stop staring at the ground and look at Carpaccio with sad and frustrated eyes because of this

Carpaccio was surprised by (Name)'s look, he didn't like it

He didn't like it when (Name) was sad because of something, some might know (Name) as someone who liked to get attention, but she wasn't like that at all, (Name) was a sweet person, always trying to make everyone's day. others are amazing, he saw it first hand

"I don't consider you the villain" Suddenly Carpaccio says as he takes his hand and strokes (Name)'s hair, surprising her "For me you will never be a villain, even if you are one I wouldn't mind, you are a kind person who You enchanted me from our first meeting and after that day I could never even stop thinking about you, I often spent days without sleeping or eating properly just because I tried to find the reason why you were so captivating and without realizing it I started to get closer of you but I never found the answer until I realized that it was love and admiration for you that I felt" Carpaccio declares while bringing his forehead closer to (Name) without breaking eye contact

"And because of this love I felt also came the pain of seeing you cry or sad for something or someone who doesn't deserve your sadness, this made me realize why others fear love, because of the possibility of having a broken heart something I've never had" Carpaccio says, closing his eyes and then with his other hand holding (Name)'s hand gently, this act was making her blush even more along with the declaration of love "That's why I'm going to be honest with you.. ." Suddenly he moves away from (Name) without letting go of her hand and then he opens his eyes and looks at her

"Would you agree to go on a date with me?" He asks the question

(Name) was speechless... she didn't know how to react to this confession of love she received from her friend

That was a surprise in itself, one of the most beautiful boys at the academy declaring herself in a place forgotten by students and teachers at a bad time in her life.

"Carpaccio...." (Name) says "I'll be honest with you, I don't consider myself ready for a relationship at the moment" She says while still looking at Carpaccio for an answer

Carpaccio seems to shrink sadly but doesn't seem to admit it

"However, I want to be able to be prepared to have a relationship with you" She continues surprising Carpaccio "Even if you have always maintained a neutral expression or consider the people around you weak, I can still see a sweet side of you. For I know we can work this out, I don't know how but I feel like we can, but at the moment I'm not ready to have a relationship because it's already ended and it would be weird to start seeing someone after it ends" (Name) speak while Carpaccio has to agree with the last part "Not to mention we don't really know each other's preferences, and I don't want us to be in a relationship just for fun, I want it to be real!" She exclaim

"That's why I want to go on a date and get to know you better" (Name) finishes, surprising Carpaccio

".... So that's a yes to going out with me?" He asks, trying his best to hide his excitement.

"Yes!!" She exclaims with confidence

Carpaccio didn't seem to express it but his atmosphere showed that he was very happy that it could work, if he had a tail it would probably be swinging at a speed that exceeded the speed of light

(Name) couldn't help but laugh at the scene "Hey, so let's go on the date?" She asks as she stands up and faces Carpaccio, still sitting, then she extends her hand to him.

Carpaccio willingly takes her hand and gets up so they both leave the place ready to meet.

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Zipper Extra IV

You can read the rest here: Zipper

@harrybabyyyyyyy gave me most of the inspiration on this one. Thank you so much <3 :)

In 7th grade, I learned about dramatic irony and I haven't gotten over it since. So please enjoy a bit of angst (Harry is an idiot, obvi) in the form of Harry once more not communicating his feelings, and a big bit of fluff. Hopefully you'll enjoy. Takes place sometime after the Zipper Extra I, maybe even after a year of dating.

He stood where he was, arm resting on the window as he leaned against it. He took a deep breath, his heart already aching with the feeling that he majorly fucked up and it was exactly the kind of thing she would leave him for. “Yes,” he murmured. There was no use denying it. No use in trying to apologize right now. It was dumb and he needed to own it.

“Harry!” Louis said quietly in the middle of a meeting. He slid his phone across the table to him and Harry was engrossed in taking notes on the information being given that he didn’t pay any mind to Louis or his phone. “Harry,” he snapped without drawing attention of everyone else.

Shaking his head, he looked at Louis with a curious albeit annoyed expression. “What?” He grumbled to his friend and boss. The team of people involved and their accompanying client accumulated to seven total people in the room. Two of which were still talking, disregarding the exchange between Harry and Louis. “M’in the middle of something.”

“For Christ’s sake. Look at the goddamn, phone,” he hissed under his breath.

Sighing, Harry rolled his eyes and grabbed it, noting who it was from partway through reading.

Hey...I know I said that I had Harry to help me if I needed it, but he’s in a meeting and he tends to get really involved with what he’s doing so he probably isn’t noticing my calls...HE is in the file room... and he hasn’t seen me yet but I’m literally hiding behind a shelf and I’m...I’m so uncomfortable. I’m so sorry Louis. I really hate to bother you...could you come here?

Without recognizing or feeling his own movements, Harry was out of the conference room. In fact, Harry only read to the part where HE was in the file room. He vaguely heard Louis’ making an excuse. But Harry was sprinting down the stairs to the room where old cases were stored. Nearly pushed someone into the wall and almost tripped on the last few steps.

Just as he approached the file-room door, he took a deep breath and calmed himself before walking in as casually as he could possibly seem. He made eye contact with the man that he wanted to murder not so long ago. If pressed in anyway, Harry still would. Harry didn’t utter a word. His face was as stoic as he could manage. He didn’t want him to know she was in there. Fortunately, he nodded awkwardly at Harry thinking about their last interaction as well, it seemed. Almost immediately after the thought entered his mind, he left the room.

“Love?” Harry whispered quietly the moment the door shut.

“Oh, thank God,” she sighed with relief. Harry followed the sound of her voice to the correct shelf. Her pulse rate settled in hearing Harry call out to her. She crouched and her heels allowed her to perch above the tile floor. She put her hands over her face. “I had to text Louis,” she whispered. Harry knelt beside her and placed a hand on her back.

“M’so very sorry, baby,” he cooed and leaned forward to kiss her hair. “I should have paid attention to my phone.”

She shook her head. “It’s hard, I don’t want to text you or email you during the day and have people get all in a twist...not that it’s bad what we’re doing it’s...I know they’ll think I’m doing it for—"

“No,” he shook his head. “Kitten, next time y’can scream for me. I’ll come running,” he murmured and brought her back to standing so he could hold her close to his chest. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. Harry smelled like a campfire and vanilla. It was dizzying. But it smelled like her own personal sanctuary.

“I know I overreacted—”

“No, kitten. Course y’didn’t. Shh,” he hummed softly.

She sighed again and just continued to breathe in the heady scent of Harry. “I thought it was going to be Louis that came...I’m so happy it’s you,” she mumbled into the jacket of his suit. Harry sighed, feeling overwhelmed with how much he adored her and the relief that she was okay. “You really can’t murder someone for me. Even I would have a hard time defending you in court,” she reminded him.

He smiled; his face pressed against her hair. He inhaled the floral scent and thought about the shampoo he bought so she always had some at his place. After a moment he shook his head in answer to her rebuttal. Part of him was reminded that even though he spent the better part of two decades being cold toward her, he was glad she read his thoughts so much of the time. “I’d gladly serve any sentence on behalf of you, kitten.”

Harry’s apartment was marginally closer to work than hers in distance. Work split their places almost in half, hers being slightly further away. “We should leave clothes at each other’s places,” she suggested as she searched through Harry’s dresser for something that wouldn’t drown her in fabric while she walked around his place. Harry leaned against the door frame smiling at her while she went through his clothes.

We should just move in together. I’ve known you my whole life.

She glanced at him and blushed. “I think we have to have some semblance of normalcy to this relationship, Harry. Don’t want to move in just yet.”

“Well, if y’sure. Seems silly. Since y’jus’ read m’mind and all,” he rolled his eyes.

“You also hated me for the better part of twenty years, and I don’t want to bring those feelings back because I leave hair in the shower drain.” Harry loved the idea of her in his shower that he didn’t even feel the need to comment on the fact that he didn’t hate her. “Stop thinking about the shower.”

He didn’t even question it. “Don’t even think we’d have t’talk if y’moved in, love. Y’seem t’know m’every thought.”

“I just know you’re thinking about the shower because you’re a boy. Not because you’re Harry.” He knelt to the floor behind her and wrapped his arms around her resting his head on the back of her shoulder. He was so much taller than her it was a slightly awkward position. “Maybe you should state your case or something,” she said finding a T-shirt suitable enough to go with a pair of his shorts.

He chuckled and rolled his eyes at her. “If s’what it takes,” he murmured against her back.

They ate lunch together in Harry’s office most days. People tended to bother her more because she was so adorably sweet. Harry was often closed off and very intimidating without meaning to be. At least to people who weren’t her. So, it made more sense to hide in his office.

They didn’t talk much during lunch. Not about anything world-changing or life-altering, anyway. Chatting about their days and their upcoming schedules was mainly it. Occasionally, they’d turn it into a working lunch because Harry would be stuck with something in his case, and he would ask her and of course she almost always had a solution.

“How come y’never need help from me?” He frowned. “M’always bothering you.”

“I’m just smarter than you,” she shrugged and smiled at him.

He rolled his eyes. “You’re smart, alright.”

“Harry you’re brilliant,” she said knowingly. “I just really like the finer details.” Harry watched her eat for a few moments thinking about how rude he had been to her for years and now she was eating in his office. Saying he was brilliant after the way he treated her. She enjoyed kissing him. They had slept in the same bed. It was surreal. “What are you thinking about there, baby?” She asked quietly. He looked at the food on his desk and smirked before looking back up at her.

“You love me?” That was one of the most shocking things of all.

She smiled. “Against all better judgment.”

“S’an understatement,” he muttered.

“You can’t have this complex, cupcake. You apologized profusely and I accepted it,” she shrugged. “I don’t want you dwelling on it.”

“You were so nice t’me...all those years.”

“You were pretty nice to me too...considering you hated me.”

Harry found that when he ‘hated’ her or when he loved her, a great deal of his time with her was spent rolling his eyes at her for one reason or another. “I didn’t hate you.”

“You did not like me.”

He sighed. “Why did you like me?”

“Because you were smart and even though you didn’t like me you were still nice to me. And you always...” she sighed, and she went over to him at his desk. She pushed his food out of the way and leaned against the ledge of the desk. He slid his chair back to give her more space and his legs spread to either side of hers. He placed his hands on the outside of her hips to bring himself and the chair back toward her. “I always thought that even if you hated me, you...you would never let anything bad happen to me. You were always there. Every party that I felt uneasy about guys drinking around me. Every time it was late at night, and you still walked me home from the library even though I lived on the opposite side of campus...If I didn’t understand something in class, you never made me feel stupid. You just explained it to me. And you didn’t have to. You...” she smiled at him. “I think part of me hoped you would just start liking me more if I was around you enough...and I know I joke about it. But I don’t think you hated me. At least not...not like you could have.”

He smirked. His heart warmed with all the words she said. Naturally, she was right. He looked up at her and she swore she had never seen anything as beautiful as Harry Styles’ green eyes peering up at her through lashes that were simply sinful to have on any man, let alone him. “I love you.”

“See? It worked,” and as often as he did it, she adored the eye roll he gave her every single time.

“Hey,” Harry said entering Louis’ office. He handed him a paper to sign while he chatted on the phone. “Any chance y’heard about her case this morning?” He asked when Louis hung up.

“I heard she won, but I didn’t get the details yet,” Louis smirked. Harry was so proud. There was no reason for him to be, he had no doubt at all she would win. But he was anyway. He adored her and the pride was overwhelming. “Do you know if she made a plan for her interview yet? Have to say I was a bit blindsided by the reference call,” he told him while still scrolling through the messages on his phone and attempting, simultaneously to look through his email.

Harry blinked, his stomach dropped, and his blood felt cold. “What?” He asked.

Louis glanced up at his friend and pursed his lips. “Oh,” he muttered. “Perhaps, I said too much.”

“What are you talking about?” Harry felt the gnawing anger he used to feel around her biting at his stomach.

“It’s not my place, Harry. You’ll have to ask her,” he said.

Harry glared at his friend. He shouldn’t have. As much as Louis was his friend, he was also his boss. Not that Louis would fire him over something like this, but it was still rude. “Interview,” he repeated. Louis shifted his eyes from the computer, to Harry, and back. He nodded once.

Harry stormed out of Louis’ office slamming the door.

She knocked on his door. Exhausted. There was so much paperwork that needed to be done after her winning case. Winning felt like a chore sometimes and while she was grateful for the win, nothing sounded better than snuggling up to her boyfriend on the couch and watching a show for a few hours.

Harry silently opened the door. “Hi, cupcake,” she smiled sweetly.

He didn’t respond and waited for her to walk through. She frowned and entered quickly. He closed the door and walked by her as he headed to the kitchen, leaning against the island. “Congratulations are in order, I heard,” he mumbled pouring her a glass of wine.

“Uh...yeah, I guess,” the air was tense, and she didn’t know why. Taking the glass, she felt like Harry’s sour mood was her fault but what was worse was she didn’t know why. It was probably just a bad day on his part. They happened every so often. But now that she thought about it, it was weird he didn’t text her congratulations. He was typically the first one to say it, having some astute knowledge or maybe an inside person at the courthouse telling him all about her wins. She kicked her heels off, setting her glass on the island and then made her way to the bathroom to find some medicine.

Hearing the pills shaking out of the bottle made Harry pull out of his slump a bit. “Did y’skip lunch?” He asked, he was right outside the door it seemed. She didn’t want to answer him because she knew it would worsen his bad mood. “Take that as a yes,” he grumbled, and she heard him quietly pad away.

She thought long and hard about everything that could have happened today. Maybe it was something totally unrelated to her. But the tension was so thick it felt a bit suffocating. She splashed cold water on her face and headed back to the kitchen. “I’ll pay you a hundred if y’get it here in less than half an hour. Two hundred if s’less than fifteen minutes,” and then he hung up. He looked at her. “You can’t skip lunch.”

“I know,” she said. No use in arguing. He was right and he would win.

He leaned against the island again and she grabbed her drink before heading to the sofa this time. Harry stayed where he was until there was a knock on the door no more than ten minutes later. He paid the substantial sum he said he would and then brought the food to her. He placed her favorite burger and fries from her favorite place in front of her and then walked away again. “I have t’make a call,” he mumbled and headed to his room. She ate by herself along with the characters on TV. Only paying some vague attention while she tried to figure out what went wrong.

She heard Harry’s low voice for a long while, unable to make out any words but it did sound like a business call. But soon she had watched a whole forty-minute episode and her burger and fries were gone. She frowned, hearing nothing but silence from down the hall.

Cleaning up her stuff, she scribbled on a notepad that she needed to do laundry and she exited without so much as a kiss goodbye.

Harry’s stalemate with her was not going well. The agitation was so visible to everyone around him they literally turned in the opposite direction of him when he walked down the hall. They exited quickly from the room when he entered.

Since she was merely one office over, she could hear him yelling a lot while he was on the phone over the few days following her silent dinner alone in his apartment. Without knowing why he was mad, she didn’t know what to do. He wouldn’t talk to her. She tried. She sat in his office and ate a tense, silent lunch with him while he stared at her, green eyes piercing through her as if she was hiding something.

After one day of that, she refused to subject herself to it again. She still brought Harry lunch the following day, a half hour earlier than normal, while he was still on the phone so he couldn’t say anything to her. She was silent and had a right mind to throw it in his lap and ruin his suit but refrained from doing so, just barely. He kept his tone even as he watched her walk in, place it on his desk, and then leave without a word.

Harry didn’t make any attempt to apologize for his behavior at his apartment nor told her anything about what he was feeling. She felt like she did back in university when he saw her at parties. He would stare at her for a moment and then move on. It was making her crazy. He didn’t come to her apartment, didn’t text her, and didn’t tell her if she was still invited to his mom’s house for dinner on Sunday. He did ensure a coffee was on her desk each morning (even though she had already had one before arriving at work) and made sure she had an Uber waiting outside the building when it rained on Thursday.

Her heart was starting to feel heavy; like Harry was pulling away from her and she didn’t know why.

It was at the Friday staff meeting that it finally all came to a head.

Harry was grumbly and making snide remarks under his breath. Louis merely glared at him and rolled his eyes as he continued. She said nothing. Mainly because she never said anything in the meetings but more so today than ever because of the silent feud happening in her personal life that was rapidly spilling into her professional life. She could feel his gaze hit her every few moments and linger another few moments more because she was horribly attuned to him and loved when he looked at her.

Except right now.

It was nearing the end of the meeting when Harry all but snapped once more. He made a good point, but he was of course grumpy about it, making everyone in the conference room uncomfortable and angry. The man sitting two seats away from her looked at her until she got the sense someone was watching her. She looked up and caught his gaze. “Do us all a favor, love: blow him already. It’s making our lives miserable.”

Louis was out of his seat almost as soon as the crass words left her coworker's mouth. He physically pushed Harry back toward the window as he all but lunged for the man that said it. She looked at her notes blankly. Tears pricking the back of her eyes and she knew her face was turning red. It wasn’t a secret they were dating, but they didn’t make a big show of it. It was totally out of line to say that, and it made her so uncomfortable. She did her best to ignore the whole situation as best she could while listening to Harry shout insults and profanities while people started filing out the room.

“Jesus Christ, talk to her!” Louis snapped once everyone had left. He released Harry who spun and glared out the window. “That’s a direct order,” he shouted. Louis didn’t look at her as he slammed the conference room door shut. She kept staring at her notes. Everyone else was gone but she was terrified of moving. Afraid that if she made any movement, she would start crying from the anger she felt toward that stupid coworker or from how sad she was that Harry hadn’t told her he loved her in almost four days. Now that he said it so frequently, she was an addict for it. Years of thinking he hated her only for him to say he loved her did a number on her and mostly in a good way. But if this was how their arguments were going to be...she wasn’t sure she could do this.

“Why didn’t y’tell me you were applying for a new job?” He grumbled.

She looked up and saw his hurt expression in the reflection of the window. She bit the inside of her cheek. “Because I’m not,” she said simply, shaking her head.

He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply through his nose. “Please don’t lie t’me. I’ll lose it. I swear.”

“Harry, number one, I've never lied to you. Ever. I'm insulted you would say that to me. Number two, I did not apply anywhere.”

He turned around and he looked so hurt. Like he was betrayed because yeah, she never lied to him ever. “Louis said y’had an interview.”

“Well, he shouldn’t have said anything to you because it’s not true,” she snapped. "And you should have asked if you were so upset."

He blinked in surprise because she never had an angry tone. Even when she deserved to have one nor when she needed to have one. “Louis got a call from a firm...a reference call.”

She closed her eyes. “I didn’t know they called Louis,” she hissed at him. He felt himself freeze up at her words. He hadn’t considered that she didn’t know. “Have you been ignoring me all week because of that? Something I didn’t know about?” She whispered angrily. "Something you didn't tell me about?"

Harry felt like an idiot immediately. He thought about the day he confessed his love for her. How the first words of his confession were I’m going to be a shitty boyfriend. He meant it. Because it was true. He was a shitty boyfriend... It was something about her. If he scratched even a speck of dust off the surface of why that was, he would come to the obvious conclusion that it was because it was her. She was too good, and he was too mean to her all those years.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” She snapped. He flinched, but felt he deserved that. “Jesus Christ Harry, I give you so much grace and time because this is totally different than our old relationship. I know we’ve always had a rocky beginning but...you have to talk to me!” She croaked.

The sound of her tears threatening to fall made him nauseous. “We can’t do this here,” he said turning to her finally to see her wiping her eyes quickly. He felt devastated that he made her cry. “Let’s go—”

His tone was so gentle now that he realized he messed up. It shouldn’t have come to this, but here they were. “I don’t want to go anywhere with you right now,” she all but snarled, gathered her belongings and left Harry alone in the conference room.

Flowers arrived every hour after she got home. After the fourth hour, the delivery man apologized at her irritated expression. She glared at the pretty bouquet, and how it was softening her angry heart.

She texted him. You can send me a whole botanical garden. I’m not speaking to you. See how you like it. It was petty and childish. She was a grown woman, and it was not the appropriate thing to say but he didn’t respond. Naturally.

Her phone rang and she was surprised to see Gemma’s name lighting up her screen. “Hello?” she asked tentatively.

“What did he do?” Gemma asked.

“Your brother is a hot-tempered idiot,” she stated.

“I tried to warn you.” She didn’t say anything in response. Gemma sighed. “Look, I don’t know what he did, but I promise you, he did it because he loves you. It doesn’t make it right and you deserve to silent treatment him until the end of time. I have no right to make this request and I know you’ll probably hate me just for saying it, but please don’t leave him. He’s so happy with you. He knows he messed up and he’s gonna give you space now, but...you said it. He’s an idiot.”

“I’m not gonna leave him,” she rolled her eyes.

Gemma’s relief was probably as palpable as Harry’s would have been. “Oh, thank God. That was more for me than for him. I won’t even tell him you said that. Let him sweat it.”

She smirked despite herself. “I was looking forward to dinner,” she admitted.

“You should still come, I’ll have Mum uninvite him and we can trash-talk him the whole time,” Gemma suggested.

She shook her head. “I’ll call him tomorrow. Hopefully he won’t break up with me.”

“Why would he break up with you?”

“Because your brother is an idiot. He would say he’s doing it for my benefit. I bet it will take some convincing.”

Gemma was quiet. “That does sound like him. Fuck. I’ll...I’ll talk to him.”

Can I call you? She texted Louis after the fifth bouquet arrived. I know it’s the weekend...I know it's super late...on a Friday...I know it’s...I’m sorry.

Her phone rang a moment later and she felt relief. “Hey love,” Louis said softly.

“Tell me what happened with the reference call.” She listened to his story, feeling an overwhelming amount of empathy for Harry. That had to have blindsided him. “Why didn’t you ask me?” She asked Louis.

“I had every intention of asking you, but he just happened to come to the office first. I never even thought you hadn’t told him, love. I’m so sorry.”

“I wasn’t hiding it. There just wasn’t anything to tell. I never even applied. They saw my argument in court one day, they saw me beat them, and they wanted me. Just trying to recruit me and whatnot. Probably to scare you, I don’t know...I didn’t tell Harry because it didn’t...it’s nothing. I like where I am,” she explained. “I didn’t know they would call you. I’m sorry. That must have been hard for you as well.”

Louis chuckled. “Don’t worry love. Course they want you. Only the worst firm in the world wouldn’t. I love having you with us, darling. So, I’m glad.”

“Thank you. Sorry for the call.”

“Don’t apologize. Harry’s my friend too. Which means you’re my friend. Consider this a friend call.”

“Well thank you.”

“Have a good weekend, love. Call if you need anything.”

Harry gave her a key almost immediately after they started dating. She tried not to use it—only to surprise him once after a particularly hard day and she made his favorite dish for dinner. But most of the time, she was always with him.

But now, she was here because after tossing and turning for hours she could not fall asleep. Feeling like she couldn’t wait until morning, she got up and ready to leave for Harry’s place. After tripping over five more bouquets and vases outside her door, she rolled her eyes. She set them inside the doorway and hurried down to the street.

She trekked across town in an Uber; just her purse on her shoulder, oversized t-shirt, and a pair of leggings. She thought slippers might be too much, so she settled for a pair of comfy slipper-looking loafers. Within fifteen minutes she was at his door.

Quietly, she unlocked his apartment as it was nearing two thirty in the morning. She heard music playing from his room and she slipped her shoes off, padded silently down the hall. He was sound asleep. The light from his side table created a pretty glow over him and his smooth, tanned skin. The music was a playlist she made that she listened to fall asleep every so often. This one contained some of her favorite songs of the month. Her heart softened. He was holding his phone clutched in his hand and she was grateful he was a heavy sleeper as she pulled it from his grip. A picture of herself illuminated the screen and her heart weakened more. Harry was lightly snoring as she covered him with the blanket he had tossed at the end of the bed. One of his socks was half off his foot but she left it there because she thought it was pretty cute.

She clicked the light off and slipped into bed beneath the covers that he was lying on top of. She turned toward his body; his head was facing the other way, but she didn’t care. She gently laid her arm over his waist and finally felt tired enough to fall asleep peacefully.

She woke up to his beautiful green eyes staring at her. They were red around the corners—like he had cried, and the thought sent a shot of sadness through her like nothing she had ever felt before. “Creepy,” she mumbled instead and rubbed her eye for a moment. His gaze didn’t move.

He was under the covers now, his arm draped over her waist. “When did y’get here?” He asked ignoring her benign insult. He couldn’t do anything but look at her.

“Before three,” she said softly.

He winced. “Please don’t take Ubers that late,” he mumbled, sighing deeply. He bit his lip. “Should probably tell them t’stop with the flowers if you’re here; there will be six more out there.”

She couldn’t help the softening of her heart. “Thank you.”

He shook his head. “Please don’t thank me.”

She smiled and cupped his face between her hands. He pulled her by the waist, so her body was closer to him. “Harry,” she whispered. “You can’t give me the silent treatment.”

“I know,” he nodded quickly. “M’so sorry, kitten. Really.”

“I know,” she repeated him.

He sighed and rubbed a hand over his face pulling at his lower lip with two fingers. He looked exasperated. “I don’t know why I make it s’hard with you,” he muttered.

“I think it’s because you love me,” she whispered with a smirk on her face.

He closed his eyes. “Someone who loves you wouldn’t...not speak t’you. Not even for a second,” he told her. She put a hand on his face and waited until he opened his eyes.

“The flowers were a good start,” she whispered.

He smirked despite himself. “A start?”

She nodded a grin, painting her lips so beautifully, Harry thought his heart would stop. “You’ll think of something.”

He had this way of looking at her apologetically through his gorgeous eyelashes that framed his equally gorgeous green eyes. The most beautiful puppy dog eyes. “I don’t want y’to forgive me yet,” he said softly.

“I’m not,” she promised. But she would admit was hard not to when he looked so beautiful and full of remorse. “But I love you too much to be away from you.”

He sighed. “Somehow you’re infuriating,” he grumbled.

“Why don’t you ask me your questions?” She asked.

He shook his head against her hand. “No. S’not my business. You can make your own decisions. And they have nothing t’do with me.”

She shook her head as he spoke. “You have everything to do with my big decisions. You’re part of my life, Harry. But I would tell you if there was a big decision to make.”

He was silent for a minute. Just stared at her. She drew a little circle with her index finger on his cheek while he clearly thought something difficult. “Angel,” he whispered. She frowned. She hated that tone in his voice. “I don’t want to hurt you. I forget your birthday, I give you the silent treatment, I don’ listen—”

She sighed. “If you break up with me, I’ll scream like a crazy person and I’ll put up the biggest fight you’ve ever seen,” she promised.

He smiled. “You are the most beautiful, wonderful person I’ve ever known. You are also the dumbest.”

“Smartest,” she said smugly. Pointedly. “I didn’t tell you because I’m not going anywhere. They wanted me.”

“Of course, they did,” he whispered as she spoke.

She smiled, unable to move her eyes from his. “I would never make a decision like that without your input,” she promised.

“You could do anything without my input.”

She ignored him. “We have always been a team. A weird one,” she assented, and he chuckled. “But a team.”

Harry sighed and rubbed his face again. “S’jus’...when Louis asked...it jus’ made sense. Of course, you would leave,” he muttered. “You’d be away from him, and it would create some space between us. I gotta imagine m’a bit suffocating at times. Especially in the office next t’you? I don’t know, kitten...I jus’ thought you—”

“Can you just ask me next time?” She interrupted.

He nodded vigorously. “Yes,” he promised. “God kitten, you’re gonna be s’sick of me when m’upset.”

She shook her head. “Impossible. I’m sorry I didn’t try and argue more...I guess part of me is still a bit...” she sighed. “A lot of rewiring to do,” she bit the inside of her lip. “I forget that you want to hear my thoughts now,” she smiled.

He rolled his eyes. “I could listen to you talk all day.”

“Don’t ask for what you can’t handle, cupcake.”

“Would you jus’ kiss me already, kitten?” He sighed with yet another eye roll.

She shook her head. “Oh no. No way. My morning breath is so bad,” she said turning her head from him and then started to wiggle out of the bed. Harry grabbed her gently, tickling her as she protested, and quickly pinned her below him. Her laughter subsided as he smiled, hovering over her. Admiring how beautiful she looked like that, his leg pressed firmly between her thighs, her hands pinned next to her head beneath his. Her cheeks pinked at their position and Harry smiled impishly.

“There isn’t a world,” he bent down and kissed her collarbone, “in which,” her neck, “I won’t,” her cheek, “want t’kiss you,” he pressed his lips between hers. “You sweet, gorgeous girl,” he pressed several more kisses on her lips.

She smiled snd shook her head. “Tell that to 16-year-old, Harry,” she said.

“M’gonna kill you,” he promised.

“Can I forgive you now?”

He shook his head. “Not for at least a week. And I should buy you lunch every day and sleep on the couch.”

“Why would we sleep on the couch?” She asked curiously.

Harry chuckled, shaking his head. “God, I love you.”

“I love you, too. Now kiss me again.”

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sweetflanfiction · 1 year

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The Arena - Part 2

Universe: Alice in Borderland Pairing: Chishiya x reader Disclaimer Pt.2: The story isn't finished, but I had to get this out of my head. I hope this isn't very bad and sorry if it is!

Plot: You go to a work event in a familiar place you've never been to.

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8 // Part 9 // End

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The usual dread that had accompanied you since the accident had spiked without reason as you looked up at the entrance to the resort. This made you stop in your tracks.

Something in the air made you feel threatened, watched. The spacious square room with two stories and a high ceiling had a weird yellow tint to it. Sickly even. Looking around the small alcoves that lead to the upper corridors, you were half expecting someone to be standing there watching you.

“You okay buddy?” Kaori asked, watching your expression change dramatically.

“I don’t…” You looked at your friend's concerned look. “I’m fine, friend.”

Chishiya stood next to his newfound friends, his face focused on trying to remember if he’d been here before. Something felt familiar about this place, like he’d seen it through a fog or in a picture somewhere. There was something amiss, something that felt uncomfortable. Like something crawling under the floor. Instinctively he turned his face to you. Watching your eyes dart back and forth from wall to wall and floor to ceiling, blinking and then just looking at the people around you.

He had admitted that there was something in you that made him want to be next to you. At first he thought it was just the physical aspect. You were attractive by his standards as he had first noticed you walking the halls of the Foundation, laughing at something Ari had said. Your face was not at all strange to him, and when he saw you at the counselors office he realized he had indeed seen you before: in the group chats. You were involved in the meteor incident.

When you asked him if the sessions were helping him with the nightmares, he took a few moments to answer. Not because of his unwillingness to do so, but because your voice was so familiar. Soothing. Like he had heard it a million times before. Not in therapy, since most of you never really talked much in therapy. You all did the talking afterwards, with drinks and food. Not that he joined often, he did once or twice, but he had missed your presence.

After a while, what Chishiya called ‘the urges’ started. The urge to touch your hand as you sat eating cookies after the therapy session; the urge to put a hand on the small of your back when you exited the staff room; the urge to keep you safe from something unknown. Most of the time he managed to resist, only letting the urge to stand next to you creep in whenever he found himself in your presence.

Kaori had noticed of course, always the perceptive one, telling him one day that he should just ask you on a date and let the night take its course. But he was still trying to figure out this new side of himself adding another feeling to the mix. Although it had added a new urge: the urge to take you out to dinner.

He frowned, looking at your expression, which was similar to his own: confused and alert.

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Check-in had been done and name tags had been given. You and Ari shared a room, while Kaori and Chishiya shared another on the same floor.

You sat silently on the bed, looking at the bracelet the receptionist had given you. It was a locker number. All guests had one. She had explained it was meant for the lockers near the pool and beach exit. This was so that guests could store their belongings and not have to run up and down the hotel. Yours was blue and had the number 007.

Something was making you feel like this number was too high, but you had no idea where that sentiment came from, since apparently all the lockers were given randomly.

Ari was taking things out of her bag and placing them in the wardrobe, keeping a close eye on you. You’d met after the meteor thing and she knew that sometimes you got a tad quiet because of it. Although she wasn’t as close to you as Kaori, she saw you as a friend and cared for you.

“Did you sign up for the fund-raiser?” She asked, still pacing back and forth. You looked up, throwing the bracelet behind you.

“Yes. They said it was a good idea to go and shake a few hands.” You replied getting up, stretching and grabbing the bag and backpack.

“They said that, because they want us to do the marketing for the Foundation.” Ari placed a hand on her hip and gave you a sickly sweet fake smile. “Look at our staff! So fresh! So professional! Please give us your money. These smart people don't work for free! They are professionals!”

“We don’t look very professional right now, but just wait, we'll clean up real nice!” You mirrored her contest presenter tone, mentioning both your travelling attires. Both of you started to laugh out loud at your antics.

“And we do it fast!" She chuckled and then turned serious. "No we really have to do it fast. We've got 20 minutes to get downstairs and I don't think Kaori or Chishiya will be happy if we're late."

“I bet you he’s already staring Kaori down from the darkest corner of the room.” You grabbed one of your suits and walked to the bathroom.

“I would sell a kidney to be a fly on the wall of that room.” Ari laughed.

“I secretly wonder if all his professional suits have hoodies.” You shouted from the bathroom and heard Ari snort laughing.

“Can you imagine Kaori allowing him to even think about leaving the room with something that resembled a hoodie for the conference?"

You two were once again on the floor laughing. Kaori may be the bubble of joy and laughter that they are. However, when it came to events, conferences and other professional situations they were the drill sergeant of the group. And obviously Chishiya loved to provoke them, often wearing his tell-tale white hoodie under or over anything.

Hospital meeting with the higher ups? White hoodie paired with a button-up shirt. Cardiologist event? White hoodie under the suit jacket.

“Remember when the Foundation made us go to that pharmaceutical dinner??” Ari puffed in between laughs.

“ And Chishiya walked out of his house with jogging pants on?!” You were holding the sink to steady yourself because of the giggle erupting through you. “Kaori almost had a heart attack!”

“It wouldn’t have done much! He’s a fucking cardiologist!” Ari retorted and another wave of snorts and loud laughs came out.

After a while you both managed to compose yourselves and when a knock was heard on your room door, you were dressed and ready.

As you opened the door you saw something white fly over your head and land on the floor between you and Ari. You looked up at the object and then at your friend. After a few seconds you were once more cracking up. It was Chischiya’s white hoodie.

“Can you believe he was going to wear that?” Kaori grumbled.

“Yes!” you both answered.

“I don’t see the problem.” Chishiya’s nonchalant voice was the cherry on top. “The only dress code I saw on the pamphlet was for the fundraiser. And even then it only said "professional chic.”

Kaori gave him a look that would have scared a lot of people but he just shrugged. He was in fact very professionally dressed. One thing about Chishiya, he cleaned up really well. At least you thought so. Black suit jacket and a gray shirt that matched the gray pants. All the garments fit perfectly. The most enjoyable part? His hair didn't fully fit in the low ponytail he had on, leaving some strands framing his face. That made your insides twirl.

You resisted the urge to stare. The black hair was proving to be a very positive change.

“Can we switch rooms?” Kaori asked Ari and she shook her head.

"You have to deal with him for a while.”

The doctor looked at you and you saw the corners of his mouth tug upwards and you shook your head at his scheming.

"One of these days, they're going to find you in a dark alley and kill you."

"I'll try and leave the white jacket at home that day." He raised an eyebrow and smiled.

The group walked towards the elevator to the conference room, but Chishiya paused halfway there, near the balconies that looked out onto the foyer. His mind was still trying to figure out if he had been here before.

“Hey!” You touched his arm and he looked at you. “You okay?”

“Yes.” He nodded curtly. “Shall we?”

“Yes.”

You tensed a bit when you felt his hand on your back, but relaxed after a second, enjoying the feeling of him gently guiding you.

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vickyvicarious · 6 months

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"whence I knew Jonathan was coming" <3

Mina and Van Helsing trekking through the empty wilderness without any sign of people or any horses to help carry them. if not for her husband radar things could have potentially gotten difficult in a different way

ohhh I love the narration describing the castle. such a picture and so well narrated

oh god "to even try to do so was repulsive to me" oh god

that description of the river. once again so good

Mina calls him the Thing here!

oh her little stutter on "I-I saw him below me"

once again he is only talking about her safety. "you shall be safe" not "we shall be safe"

I love Van Helsing's delivery of "We may be too late."

Van Helsing naturally assumes it's the guys who were coming on horses, but Mina is so focused on Jonathan, on how clearly she senses him <3

ohhh Van Helsing's shout of glee is lovely

always love the wolf howls

the way Mina's voice gets slow and softer as the wind builds and she describes how long the wait lasted...

ahhhh the voices in unison shouting "Halt!" I had to go back and listen again, it made me so happy

"my Jonathan's" <3

Mina sounds so excited when she says "commanded them to stop!"

oh god this all comes down to minutes.

Mina in full on psychic mode today, Jonathan meanwhile emanating 'don't-fuck-with-me' vibes so strong it literally scares people off mid-battle before he throws down the heavy earth box all by himself - the Harkers aren't messing around

ohhh I love the music being 'released' as Jonathan flings the box down.

"All the time I had been breathlessly watching Jonathan" Mina: my husband was extremely hot throughout all this

the parry noises

"the blood was spurting through his fingers" and the noise accompanying... Quincey :(((

ohhhh the sound design for the box opening was marvelously dramatic/creepy

The way Mina's voice trembled as she says "which I knew too well"

Dracula's laugh rising and rising right up till the very end. That BREATHING

I really like her delivery of the line about the look of peace on his face.

ohh the wolves are just scared puppies now

oh noooo the twang coming in. I know what this is forrrr

Quincey resting his head on Jonathan's shoulder as he dies. :'(

Mina's voice fighting not to cry. Quincey's rasping gasping but so warm and soft and happy when he sees her forehead and knows she is saved

this music is so sad

his voice shaking in a little weak laugh on "forehead" oh god

AUGH QUINCEY

I knew it would happen because I saw people talking about it but SAD QUINCEY DEATH SONG GOT ME

the little "heh" after "to make my final moments sweet"

ohh this is so sad. very good. very sad. :( :( :(

#re: dracula #dracula daily #mina murray #quincey morris

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serialee · 1 year

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Ateez Reactions: Dressed Up

Edited pictures belong to (aykdzip)

genre: sfw - fluff [693 wc]

pairing: ot8 x gf.reader

warning: none

○ 'NEVERLAND MASTERLIST' || 'NAVIGATION' |

◆ PARK SEONGHWA & JUNG YUNHO ◆

compliments, lots of them. Full on fanboying, love filled eyes.

When you blurted out loud one day that you felt like going shopping to cure your boredom, he didn't hesitate to pick up the car keys and accompany you shopping. However, if they could be a bit blunt, you were somewhat taking very long in the mall. You laughed when you heard them whine from outside as you were finally trying on clothes. The moment you stepped out in your first outfit, he felt like his breath was taken away. He wordless-ly stepped closer to you, reaching his hands out to wrap them around your waist, wanting to pull you closer.

"Oh sweet heavens, look at you my baby look at you!! Wow ... just...wow"

"hahaha aren't you embarrassed people are looking at us?"

"Wow you look absolutely gorgeous i think I'm falling in love all over again"

◆ SONG MINGI & CHOI JONGHO ◆

surprised and suggests photoshoots, maybe couple dress ups.

Busy, busy, busy. Everyone in Ateez is busy preparing for their biggest comeback yet with Deja Vu. Your boyfriend was no exception even though he is already dressed because he was brainstorming poses. A little frustrated with himself, you came by a whirlwind of a surprise as you strutted in matching Deja Vu goddess dress making the crews' jaw drop and the members clapping at the confidence you were showing. He turned around to see you and swore he entered heaven because how was he so blessed with such divine presence such as yourself? He could not take his eyes off of you or your dress but certainly not shy of compliment, matching your confidence and pulls you against him on set. The photographer played along and tens of minutes later, you just had your first photoshoot with your boyfriend.

"Thank your being my pose inspiration, gorgeous"

◆ KANG YEOSANG & CHOI SAN ◆

In love, prepares for a spontaneous dinner date. no time is to be lost!

When his head turned to face the door, he saw you walk in with rows of bags on both arms. It looked like you were ready to fall due to unbalance, so he got up and rushed to take some of the weight off. He laughed at you, asking "what did you buy so much?”

“I promise you I didn’t mean to…” he knew there was more to that, “it’s just just there was a mega sale going on …”. That seriously got him into fits of laughter. He is laughing at your body language, head down and swaying your legs like a child getting caught. You shooed your boyfriend out so you could do a try on haul without being disturbed. You only went out to show him when you wore your favourite purchase, that immediately became his too!

“Ohh my god, you look gorgeous. Gimme 10 minutes baby, you wait here! Oh, I’m going to dine-date you so good tonight!” That was the start of a rather silly dinner date, buying you flowers in front of you. You didn’t mind because honestly, it was just so cute!

◆ KIM HONGJOONG & JUNG WOOYOUNG ◆

And queue the love noises. Get ready to be shown off like a model; his model.

“God, tell me how lucky was I to get such a hot girlfriend like you??” you heard your boyfriend yell from the other side of the room as you changed into your most favourite outfit. His sudden outburst turned the entire photoshoot crew into laughter. You could hear some of the staff jokingly play around as they called out to you on how jealous they were that you had a boyfriend so in love with you. You hollered back at them, letting them know how it really felt if they were in your shoes. Not a minute later and the floor sounded like an alpha wolf was present, the whistles and howls he made to hype you up. Rotating the camera in a dramatic way actually gave some awesome shots, surprisingly.

“No no, it’s all in the model, it's all you baby...all you”

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stupidannoyingassbitch · 2 years

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Namjoon Married x reader drabble (This is lowkey a draft lmao)

Summary: You go to dinner with the some of the older women in your husband's side of the family and learn that most of them stop becoming affectionate with their S/As. And you present that fear to your husband.

Tags: Fluff, Smut (only the end!)

A/N: I just wanted to post something because I promised to post like a month ago or something like that lmao. WARNING: THIS IS NOT GOOD BABES <3 just something to post. I got the idea from some manga I was watching a review on!! (idk the name lmao) If you see something that i could approve in let me know!! I'm trying to get better! <3

The sounds of clicking and clunking of forks on empty plates and shy giggles fill the air, accompanied by the soft music from the piano on the other side of the dining room. The giggles fade into full on laughter in front of my face. I laugh also as I’m brought back to reality (this is so dramatic idk how to introduce a scene lol)

“No, I’m serious! He might give me a kiss on my birthday but he doesn’t really kiss me anymore.” She laughed along with the other women. She being my husband’s older cousin. And the other women at the table are the women in my husband’s family. We have brunch as often as we can.

“Oh you get used to it.” She laughs

“Oh trust me! I am! My husband hasn’t touched me in years.” Another cousin spoke that’s around the same age. My eyes widened. Years? I thought. My husband and I can’t go more than a couple of days without touching each other. Months sound ridiculous to me, so, YEARS sounds miserable!! Well Apparently I said “Years” out loud and everyone nodded and exclaimed yes.

“Look sweetly. Being together or married to someone for a long time makes you a lot less interested in affection after a couple of years.” One of the older aunts explained to me.

“Exactly! Cherish every intimate thing Namjoon does. Because one of those times is gonna be the last.” They laugh.

They continue to lightly chuckle about the situation, I join in so they don’t see my genuine reaction to these statements but, this really bothered me. One day, Namjoon won’t be affectionate with me anymore?

After dinner, I headed home. I’m putting in the code to enter my shared apartment with my Husband.

“I’m home!” I annouce while I take my shoes off.

“Hi babe!” I hear my favorite person’s voice say from the living room. I walk over there after dropping my bag at the door. I get to the couch to meet eyes with my husband's literal Million dollar smile. His eyes do that thing when he darts his eyes off the tv to lock with mine.

“Hi baby.” He greeted me once again. He puckers his lips for a greeting kiss. I go to accept it when I remember - Cherish every intimate thing Namjoon does. Because one of those times is gonna be the last. I dramatically straddled his waist and attached my lips to his. I take in the warm fuzzy electric shock feeling I get when our lips touch. Because that shock might dim soon.

He was obviously taken back but grabs onto my waist and starts to move his lips with mine. We make out for about 5 minutes before Namjoon breaks the kiss. We pant for a couple seconds. He laughs lightly.

“Wow. What was that for?” He smirked happily, q1ewq1but with confusion.

“I just missed you so much.” I panted. He chuckled and pecked my lips.

“You were only gone for 4 hours.” He tucked one of the hairs behind my ear. As I look into his eyes and see the warmth and complete utter love in his eyes. I smile sadly.

“Joon, will you love me forever?” I think out loud. The smile on his face faded and was quickly replaced with confusion and worry. He sits up a little.

“Where is this coming from?” He asked

“Just. I-.” I avoid eye contact for a second before I look at him again.

“ During brunch, the ladies were talking saying that after some time, they all aren’t as affectionate with their husbands anymore!” I exclaimed.

“And then, One of your aunts said to me ‘Cherish every intimate thing your husband does. Because one of those times is gonna be the last’ and never want you to stop being affectionate with me. That sounds like a miserable life to live. I never want to go months let alone YEARS without any affection from you! That would break my heart!”I scramble out.

“Joon, I love you so much. And I want to receive your love, affection, kisses, hugs, cuddles and hand holding for the rest of my life.” I breath out the last of my intrusive talking. He looks up at me with squinted eyes.

“Y/N. As much as we are affectionate, you think that will just stop one day? Is that what you're saying?” He asked in a scolding tone.

“Well. Yeah I guess. It seems to be pretty common.” I mutter. Hearing him say it makes it sound kind of funny.

“Babe. Nothing about our relationship is common. My love for you will only get stronger honestly. Never weaker.” He sat up a little more.

“Y/n, I married you so others know my love for you will remain for the rest of my life. And I meant it when I said `til death do us part.” My eyes widened. I didn’t think my random over reaction for the day would lead to us having this deep of a conversation. In my head I thought he would chuckle and kiss me til I forgot about it.

“J-joon.” I sadly say

“Y/n. I will love you forever.” He says so truly I feel a warm sensation through my whole body. Before I can respond he leaves a peck on my lips.

“And ever.” Another kiss. “And ever.” Another one. “And ever.” As he plants a thousand kisses all over my face. I laugh as I lay on the couch and stop fighting back to the kisses.

“I didn’t actually think you would actually give me an answer like that.” I laugh.

“Y/n it’s the truth!” He said while planting the last kiss.

I straddle his lap once again.

“ Well just so you know, I will love you forever and ever.” I say while peppering kisses on his thick lips.

“You know what else they said they haven’t done with their husbands in years?” I say while unbuttoning my top. He looks at my hands to try to see as much as he can as each button comes undone.

“They said that they haven’t had sex in years.” I pout while I finally reach the last button and take off my top. Leaving me in my lace black bra. Namjoon stuttered out a groan when my top came off.

“I know baby, sounds like hell.” I koo at him. “I couldn’t imagine going a week without you, let alone years.” I whisper seductively into his ear.

“You’ll never have to worry about that babe.” He sighed out. I can feel his rock hard Friend under my crotch. He stands straight up with no struggle, while gripping my thighs. I hesitate for a second before I wrap my legs around his waist. “I’ll be fucking you, forever.” He whispered while carrying me to our bedroom.

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how to pierce your ears at home 101

[ shikanoin heizou x s/o ]

summary: you should've known better to give this man a set of earrings as a birthday gift without a piercing appointment itself.

notes: i got my ears pierced like this when i was younger and my aunt did it for me but fuck did i got scared when my friend had me pierce their own ears by myself :'> also happy birthday you lil guy, hope you guys get the butter joke lmao im so funny aha | m.list

words: 1292 | warnings: "boo" is used for s/o, descriptive steps of how to pierce your ears at home but not including the needle through the earlobe part, a lil speck of blood but it's safe i swear, a lil suggestive at the end depending on how you take it???

"this is stupid."

"yet here we are," heizou pointed out, looking at you with a smug smile through the mirror.

how in the world did you find yourself in this situation? here you are, the two of you are crammed into heizou's dorm bathroom.

well, a certain little minx had, for some reason, convinced you to accompany him when he's going to get his ears pierced. and by accompany, he meant for you to pierce his ears.

by yourself.

he had dragged his swivel chair into the relatively small space, scooting as close as possible to the sink with a lighter, two packs of ice on the counter and a very intimidating long needle right next to it. on the other side is a bottle of disinfectant, cotton balls, a clean cork and pair of earrings that you had given him for his birthday.

honestly, if you had known that gifting him his first set of earrings would result in him asking you to pierce his ears yourself and not in a parlor, then you would've included a scheduled appointment with the earrings itself. expensive, but it's worth avoiding this scenario.

you haven't even done anything to start and yet your fingers are already shaking.

"this is unhygienic and highly dangerous."

"oh come on," he leans his head back to look at you, lips pulled into a pout. "what could go wrong? you're just going to pierce my ears, that's all~."

"oh, a lot can go wrong," exasperated, you flicked the tip of his ear—you rolled your eyes when he whined. so dramatic, your finger barely touched his ear.

"first of all, i am not trained to pierce shit."

"—did you just call my ear 'shit'?"

"second, like i said, i am not a professional and could be doing this all wrong. heck, i might scare myself and mess shit up."

"—you mean, mess my ears up."

"third and lastly, you can get an infection if i mess shit up and things can go way worse after that," you put an emphasis on the word 'shit' out of pettiness.

"hey, hey, hey," a hand comes up to your cheek, lightly pinching the apple of your cheek before caressing it with his thumb. "it'll be fine, if it goes wrong then the hospital is one ride away—"

"that doesn't make me feel better."

"ehehe," he sheepishly grins, looking more boyish below you from your peripheral vision. "i trust you, boo."

"i still don't feel better."

"don't worry, i'll talk you through it, mkay? i watched kazuha do the same thing to his own ears, so we're not completely clueless y'know."

you scoffed, tugging his earlobe lightly, "then maybe you should've asked him to pierce your ears if he knows how to."

"aww come on," pouting, he takes your hand and places it on his puffed cheek. "i wanted my honey butter sugar boo to do it for me~."

"never call me that name again. ever."

"i won't if you pierce my ears, deal?"

"you're insufferable and a menace."

"i'm going to take that as a yes, and yes, i am your insufferable menace."

the victorious grin on his stupidly attractive face is practically telling you that you're not escaping this predicament or winning any defensive argument. one way or another, he's going to get his way, so there's really no point in trying to avoid the inevitable.

"i'm sorry but also not sorry if i mess this up."

"don't worry, boo, i'll still love you."

shaking off the warm feeling on your cheeks, you grab ice packs from the counter and press both of it around his earlobe, his hands coming up to keep them there while you sort through everything. heizou had disinfected everything he laid out on the counter, even going as far as to sanitizing the whole sink counter itself when you voiced your concerns earlier.

"so, uh, i just… light the needle up?"

"uh huh, kazuha said it'll be easier to get the needle through if you hold it above the flame for a bit."

you can feel your spine tingle with cold sweat at the mental image. you're not exactly sure if you should be glad that heizou isn't completely doing this on his own, but at the same time, you think you'll be a little traumatized after this.

grabbing the lighter with shaking hands, you held the tip of the needle just above the flame, looking back to see heizou rubbing alcohol around his earlobe.

"alright, i'm ready as i'll ever be!"

"i'm not," you grumbled, ignoring the way he chuckled.

the sooner you get this done, the sooner you can get out and never do this again.

so with a deep breath, you shut the lighter and placed the cork right behind his earlobe, inching the needle closer.

if you're lucky enough, maybe you won't pass out in the process.

fortunately, you did not pass out.

although you did feel a little light headed after piercing the second ear and when you saw a little bit of blood, heizou had been calm enough to reassure you through it.

he's damn glad you were too busy staring at his ears to notice his tightly shut eyes and the small tremble of his lips when he felt the needle.

but alas! after disinfecting his earlobe for the nth time—he swore you're more scared than he was for any potential infection, which is also understandable—you finally finished the whole process and the set of earrings are now in place.

"never ask me to do this again, ever."

"hmm, i don't know about that," he grins, laughing when you swat his hand away before he could even touch his ears.

"don't, you'll hurt yourself. worse, you'll get it infected yourself," you chided.

"okay okay, geez," he snickered.

rolling your eyes, you turn to the counter and start cleaning the sink, throwing away the cotton balls you've used and setting everything aside. you only heard him rolling his chair away a little before feeling his hands tug at your waist backwards.

"i—hey!"

he, not so gently, pulled you on his lap, hugging your waist and hooking his chin on your shoulder.

"thank you for doing this for me baby," his voice is right next to your ear, whispering in a quiet and sultry voice, his arms tightening around your waist. you felt his cold lips touch your neck, little kisses traveling to your jaw and up to your undeniably warm cheeks. you can feel his smile against your skin when he feels the warmth through his lips.

"you little shit."

you felt the low chuckle he made against your back, sending your soul up above the highest point of celestia with how your skin tingled with goosebumps. slightly, you shuffled on his lap to cover up your embarrassment.

"couldn't have done this without you boo~."

"i'm pretty sure you can."

"but you won't let me, would you?" you can hear the pout on his face but you know him better, he's having fun teasing you like this. "if you weren't here to help, i might have done the whole process incorrectly."

"can we please at least get out of your small bathroom? it's a little stuffy here."

you swiftly inserted, blaming the cramped room for the sudden rise in temperature.

"anything for my boo~," chiming whispers in your ear, he places one last kiss right behind your ears, humming softly but refusing to let go of your waist. "hmm, on second thought, we can stay here for a little longer. want to keep you close for a few more minutes." (read: hours)

you're pretty sure you won't be alive to see the light outside his bathroom after he has his fun.

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Summer Sessions-Strawberry Smoothies

[Kim Sunwoo x Fem!Reader]

Genre: smut, Fluff, Country Club au

Summary: in the lead up to a very crucial meeting with your boss, tensions and stress are running high within you. Luckily, Sunwoo has the perfect stress relieving method for you. Dancing, drinking and one of his famous strawberry smoothies.

Warnings: Smut, drunk sex, it's very romantic and giggly though, club, alcohol consumption, dancing, vanilla sex, pet names, reader gets called 'pretty girl,' a lot, sort of creampie, unprotected sex, please wrap before you tap.

General Taglist: @hiseu @yeosayang @avyskai @whatudowhennooneseesyou @foxdaisy @lickslixie @maskedmochiii

Series Taglist: @sanghak-enthusiast @thethreekims @alyricalhigh @nichobins @smuchsmut @alecanal93 @anthropologymajorkpopmultistan @earthtosohn @quiltykissed @lucentchan @sunwooyeon @ilovechanhee

Part of the ‘Summer Sessions’ series. Read the rest ‘here’

Smut under the cut. Minors do not read.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

You jumped as Sunwoo’s voice sounded behind you, the action making some of the pool water splash up, tiny droplets of the splash landing on your bare legs. It was a completely still evening at the pool, the setting sun painting the sky streaky pink and orange and most of the patrons of the club retiring to their rooms to begin getting ready for the dinner service. You’d had a successful first day of lifesaving without Juyeon and Hyunjae and so you thought you’d deserved a rest by the pool now that your shift was over, Sunwoo only too happy to accompany you.

“You scared me, you jerk!” You clutched your heart dramatically and it made Sunwoo laugh, sitting next to you at the edge of the pool. He passed a strawberry smoothie to you, prompting you to drink it and humming in approval when you took a couple of sips.

“Sorry, sorry. I thought you could hear me. But clearly not. Come on, what’s in that pretty head of yours?”

You sighed, kicking at the water to make more little droplets sprinkle over your legs. The coolness of the pool water was simultaneously keeping you cool in the warmth of the evening and also preventing you from losing yourself in your own head once more.

“Just thinking about tomorrow.”

Ah yes, tomorrow. The day you had a meeting with your boss to report everything that had happened to you. The stalking, the photos, the blackmailing, all of it. You knew it was the right thing to do, and you had no doubts that your boss would believe you, you just knew that it would also likely result in you getting fired. You had broken the cardinal rule of your workplace…multiple times. And, if things went right with Eric and Sunwoo, you’d likely break the rule two more times.

“You don’t need to worry about him believing you, you know that? We’ll all be there to back you up.”

“It’s not that I’m worried about,” you sighed leaning your head on Sunwoo’s shoulder, some of his bubblegum pink hair making its way in front of your eyes. “I’m going to get fired.”

“You will not,” Sunwoo scoffed, brushing his hair out of your line of vision. “You’ve got to stop feeling so sorry for yourself y/n. We broke the rules too, way before you even started breaking them. If you’re getting fired, then he’ll have to fire us too. But even so,” he flicked his eyes to you. “You don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow, so you can’t panic about it. If we’re going to panic we should organise it first.”

You giggled at his statement and cast your eyes back out over the rippling water of the pool, lit up pink thanks to the sun. “I really do need to stop feeling sorry for myself don’t I?”

Sunwoo shrugged, grinning “maybe just a little. But, I’ve got the perfect remedy for that.”

“Oh?” You lifted your head off of Sunwoo’s shoulder “and what would that be?”

“You. Me. That club near your apartment. Dancing.”

You laughed a little, shaking your head and taking another sip of the smoothie. “I don’t dance.”

“Y/n, babe, everyone dances.”

“Not me, didn’t I tell you my middle name was ‘two left feet?’ Or did I forget about that?”

Sunwoo rolled his eyes “you conveniently left that part out when you introduced yourself to me, but that’s not the point. Everyone can dance, besides, you don’t need to be good to dance in a club, ever seen Sangyeon?”

“I’ll tell him you said that,” you hummed around the straw of your drink.

“You will not, because you’ll have such a good time with me tonight that you’ll forget I ever said it.”

You sighed, chewing on the straw “I’ll hold you to that.”

Sunwoo lit up, grinning “that means you’re coming?”

“Yes, I’m coming. But-“ you interrupted Sunwoo’s cheer by holding up your hand “if I don’t enjoy it, you must let me tell Sangyeon that you said he couldn’t dance.”

“Fine, if I must. But you’ll have a great time, trust me.”

“If you say so Kim Sunwoo.”

You hated to admit it, mostly because if you did he would get a big head, but Sunwoo was right, you were having a great time. The club was a lot more low key than any one you had ever been to before and you spent some time after you and Sunwoo arrived, contemplating why you had never paid it a visit before. Sure, clubs weren’t always your preferred environment, but on the occasion that they were, you decided this would be the place you would prefer to spend that time. Sunwoo had bought you a drink, something light and fresh, and then had immediately dragged you to the dance floor, exclaiming that it was his favourite song ever. You vaguely recognised the tune from Haknyeon’s radio show and you repeated that information to Sunwoo who nodded.

“Yeah, 3racha. One of my best friends, Jisung, he’s in the group. They’re pretty big here.”

“Really? I’ve never heard of them.”

Sunwoo looked at you like you were crazy and then he waved his hand, bringing his other arm around you to pull you close. “I’ll take you to their concert when they’re back in town. They’re good, you’ll like them.”

You nodded and fell silent, letting Sunwoo move you both to the beat of the song. You had to admit, Sunwoo’s friend was talented, even though you had no idea which of the three voices belonged to him. You felt almost like a good dancer with Sunwoo leading you and as the night continued, and as your drinks emptied, you found yourself loosening up a little. After several songs spent dancing and trying not to step on Sunwoo’s toes, the two of you made your way to a table, giggly and very not-sober.

“Okay,” Sunwoo laughed. “So maybe you do have two left feet.”

“Really?” There was sarcasm dripping from your words but it was rendered much less effective by the slurring and giggles embedded into the sentence. “It’s almost like that was exactly what I told you.”

Sunwoo held his hands up in defence “oh sue me for believing in you y/n. It’s not my fault you’re really as terrible as you say.”

“Oh you are mean Kim Sunwoo,” there was no real hurt in your words as you said them though. “That’s it, sex is off the table tonight.”

Sunwoo’s eyebrows raised so far up they disappeared into his pink hair “there was sex on the table?”

“Well not now…unless.”

“Unless?” Sunwoo’s eyes were hooded as they swept over your face and body, trailing from your head down and then back up again. You swallowed hard, feeling hot and dizzy from both the alcohol in your system at the feeling of Sunwoo’s hungry gaze on you.

“Maybe it’s back on the table.”

Sunwoo laughed softly and reached his hand out to you. “Well then, my place or yours?”

You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol, Sunwoo or a combination of both which was making you feel so light and happy. The two of you were quick to hail a cab after leaving the club, hands clasped tightly in each other’s and sharing quick, desperate, giggly kisses. The drive to your apartment felt all too long and the elevator ride up to your floor even longer. Sunwoo was on you the second your door was unlocked though and with your lips locked, you made a clumsy path to your bedroom, trying not to trip over anything as you undressed, trying desperately to keep your lips locked as you moved. You fell backwards as your knees hit the edge of the bed, dragging Sunwoo on top of you with a soft laugh. He grinned, ducking down to kiss you again.

"You're so pretty, you know that?" There was an awe to Sunwoo’s tone as he spoke, making you duck your head into his neck to hide the heat creeping up your skin. "So fucking pretty."

"You really think so?" You mumbled, words still slurred from the alcohol in your system.

"Yeah. The prettiest girl I've ever seen. My pretty girl."

You whined at the endearment and the genuine fondness with which Sunwoo said it. There was no reason for you to doubt his words, even though the both of you had too much alcohol in your systems.

"I can be your pretty girl."

"Mm? You'll be all pretty for me while I give it to you? While I fuck you?"

"Yes," you hummed into his neck, gasping when his fingers skirted along where your shirt had lifted, making goosebumps erupt along your exposed skin. "Please Sunwoo."

"Well, who am I to deny us both the pleasure of that?"

Sunwoo then made quick work of stripping you of your clothes after that, propping you up on a few pillows as his hands caressed your skin. He wasn't ceremonial about the way he touched you, didn't take his time and perhaps it was a little clumsy thanks to his drunkenness, but it was still equally as sexy as it was endearing. He drank in every moan, whine and gasp he managed to pull from your mouth as he opened you up for him, tongue flicking against your clit as two of his fingers sank in and out of you. You knew that he must have been as eager for you as you currently were for him, if the way he was bumping his hips into the sheets below him was anything to go by.

You gently grabbed his hair, reluctantly pulling him away from your pussy to look up at you.

"Why'd you stop me?" He was pouting, and you had to stop yourself from cooing and pushing his head back down. While it would be nice to cum on his face, there was another body part of his you'd rather be cumming on instead.

Sunwoo grinned when you told him exactly that and he rose to his knees, making quick work of his jeans and boxers with one hand while the other caressed your waist and hip.

"Oh? Is this what you want?" Your eyes flicked downwards from his face to level on quite possibly one of the most mouthwatering sights you'd ever had the pleasure of seeing. Sunwoo’s cock. Flushed pink, pretty, and rock hard. Pre-cum beading at the top. You nodded so quickly your head started to spin and Sunwoo laughed, cupping your cheek in his hand.

"Hey pretty girl, don't hurt yourself. You'll get it, I promise."

"I will?" You batted your eyelashes at him, eyes big and Sunwoo groaned, eyelids fluttering.

"Yeah pretty girl, you'll get it." Sunwoo hovered over you as he guided his cock to your entrance, pressing a kiss to your nose to make you giggle. Your giggle developed into a soft moan as you felt Sunwoo push into you, your walls happily enveloping his cock in a soft, wet, warm grasp.

"Oh fuck," he whispered through gritted teeth, pressing his forehead against yours. Your arms smoothed up his and over to his shoulders, nails digging into the muscles.

"Sunwoo, you can move. Please, please move."

"Yeah…" he swallowed hard. "Absolutely pretty girl."

Sunwoo began to fuck you at an easy pace, letting himself get lost in the feeling of being with you and in turn, making you lose yourself in the feeling of him. There was something incredibly romantic about it, even if your brains were still slightly muddled by the alcohol in your systems. You were aware enough to know that every drag of Sunwoo’s cock inside of you, every clench of your walls around him, every moan, every sigh, every whisper and every word. That meant something. Just the way it had meant something with each and every one of your other coworkers and the way it would continue to mean something with all of them. Forever. You hadn't been sure, you really hadn't. But now? You absolutely were.

And it was that assurance that sent you tipping over the edge, moaning Sunwoo’s name as your walls clenched tight around him. The action sent him into his own orgasm, cursing under his breath as he buried himself deep inside of you, pumping you full of his cum.

You were panting quietly as you came down from your high and Sunwoo nudged your cheek with his nose.

"Hey, you okay?"

You grinned up at him, feeling giddy on your post-orgasm and feeling clarity high. "I feel perfect Sunwoo. Like I've got everything figured out."

"Dick that good huh?" Sunwoo laughed, making you giggle. You stretched as Sunwoo pulled out of you, grimacing slightly as you felt some cum spilling out of you.

"Mmm maybe." You giggled "helped me realise that I think I'm in love with you."

"Oh? In love with me?"

"Not just you, all of you. I'm a little bit in love with all of you." Sunwoo began to laugh softly, sounding as giddy as you felt.

"Yeah? Well I'll tell you a secret. We're all a little bit in love with you too."

He stage whispered it and it made you both erupt into peals of laughter, holding each other close.

Really, no matter what happened during your meeting tomorrow, you knew that it would be fine. Because you had these men. And they…they loved you. Even if it was just a little bit right now.

That was enough for you.

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