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azullumi · 1 year

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tighnari, cyno, alhaitham — attention ☆彡

warning — suggestive content ahead, it's not smut though.

summary — when he's so needy and wants your attention but you're so busy and focused on what you were reading.

characters — tighnari, cyno, alhaitham (w/ gender-neutral reader)

tags — suggestive content, needy boyfriends who wants your attention, established relationship; scenarios

word count — 1108

a/n — this was supposed to be wholesome but what the fuck happened

TIGHNARI

normally, in these situations wherein you're focused on doing something, he would just let you be in which he first did not until such a long time—specifically an hour— had already passed and for the past hour, all that he could ever hear and see when watching you was the sound of your laughter and rolling around the bed with a grin on your face.

it just annoyed him— the fact that you haven't spoken to him once in the entire time and you had your nose all up in that book. he wanted you to pay attention on him but he doesn't want to admit it.

tighnari walks until he arrives in front of you then proceeds to snatch the book away from your hands—in which your attention was then also grabbed as you yelled out of protest of his actions but he just ignored you— before placing it somewhere else out of your reach.

"hey—!"

"now that solves the problem." standing in front of you, he spoke in a somewhat proud tone of voice as he crossed his arms across his chest, his stare down at you as he gazed into your eyes while you looked up at him.

"i'm still not done reading yet." you say, sulking, and he only chuckled seeing your expression. sure, he could have just let you be with your book but something in

"and i need your attention." and before you could even respond to what he had said, he had already leaned down to kiss you. just like how quick he was to capture your lips, preventing any protest from coming out of your mouth, he was quick to part but he remained close to you. he placed his hand on each side of your head, trapping you in between his arms.

you wanted to say something, to respond so you swallowed hard, opening your mouth to speak but no voice came out. in the end, you could only remain silent.

"i want you right now, (name)," he says against your lips, low like a whisper and feeling his breath fan your skin before closing in the distance between you two.

well, let's just say that you really had your attention on him the whole night just like what he had wanted.

CYNO

"can you pay attention to me now?" his voice, though emotionless when heard at first, is actually laced with hints of annoyance as he has been watching you read the book on your hand the whole time while laughing and giggling like a little girl. it irks him off especially when he's been with you the whole time, waiting until you drop that book and turn to him instead.

"cyno, hold on, wait, w-what are you doing—" panic sets in, a flustered expression on your face, as you noticed what he's doing while still holding the book tightly on your hand to which annoyed him more because how come you still won't put that thing down?

cyno is a man known for his stoic expression and strict personality along with such an amazing patience and tenacity as he is even willing to find or specifically, hunt down individuals who even tries to escape from his judgment no matter where they are, even if they are across the desert or the other side of the world.

however, none of that patience that he is known to have seems to exist as of right this moment when he's kneeling down directly in front of you, positioned in between your legs as he kisses his way up to your thighs, maintaining eye contact the whole time. now you're entirely focused on him, breath being held in as you felt a fluttering feeling of a butterfly's wing in your stomach, eyes completely on him and gazing at his each and every move.

you were unconsciously anticipating, waiting, and watching his next choice of action not knowing that you have already put the book down and you didn't fail to notice the glimmer that appeared in his eyes when he saw you do so. a smile tugged on his lips and he murmured against your skin:

"good. because i don't have all the patience that you want me to have."

cyno is a man of great patience not until when it comes to the matters of you and your attention in which he always wants without admitting it.

ALHAITHAM

alhaitham has you close to him, near him. you were settled in between his legs while you have your back pressed against his chest. you were there with him, awake and conscious, but it feels like you weren't because you have your focus entirely on somewhere else that is not him,

"(name)." he calls out and you only respond with a hum, still attentively reading the book in your hand, not wanting to miss out on one of the most important events in the story.

"(name)." he calls out once again, this time his voice was lower and annoyance staining his tone to which you failed to notice since you were so focused on what you were reading. hearing no response only irked him off more and he could only think of one way to steal your attention away from that book.

he wrapped his arms around your waist, positioning you much closer to him. warm and ticklish, you feel his tracing your jaw and trailing down your neck, sucking and nibbling on your skin, which will surely leave marks and bruises on it.

distracting but you couldn't find it in yourself to push him away nor shrug him off. you couldn't even understand what you were reading anymore, words were simply just letters on paper no matter how hard you try to focus. you just feel so dizzy.

"still not willing to pay attention to me?" he whispers, tickling, and you could feel the smirk that starts to form on his lips witnessing you struggle in coming up with a response.

"w-wait, let me just finish this, i promise."

he only hums, clearly not accepting your answer as he continues the onslaught of kisses on your neck. dizzy, your mind was in a haze, your thoughts seeming like blurred photographs but he didn't stop and only added more to the feeling when his hands started to roam around your body. one of his hands has made its way to the insides of your shirt and in contrast to his warm kisses, his hand was cold and it sent a shiver down your spine.

"i'm not going to stop until you get rid of that and focus on me instead."

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joonberriess · 1 year

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s h i n u n o g a e - w a

p a i r i n g : yoongi x reader

g e n r e : husband au.

t a g s : soft smut, cunnilingus, fingering, unprotected sex, creampies, fiancé to husband!yoongi, this is really fucking soft, domesticity, slight dirty talk, he wakes you up by giving you head, he just rlly loves you

w o r d c o u n t : 1.9 k

s u m m a r y : four times you said I love you, + the one time yoongi says it first. alternatively: five special moments with your beloved husband.

"No need to ask cause it's my darling,"

Soft giggles fill the room, sun light pours in through the large glass windows that take up the walls. There's one window opened off to the side, the sound of birds chirping fill the entire living room up. You stand swaying in Yoongi's arms, right in the center of the room that's filled with all the flowers you have ever loved.

He looks good wearing white, his hair falls over his eyes occasionally but he simply blows it out of his face. You can feel the tight grip he has on you, every time he dips you low he presses a gentle smooch to your soft lips. The "I love you's" are left unsaid, you can see it in his eyes just how much he loves you.

You stare into his eyes with a bright smile, "Is this like a dance practice or something? Trying to make sure you won't drop me the day of our wedding?"

Yoongi snorts quietly and nuzzles into your shoulder, breathing in your soft scent, "You know I'll never drop you love," he turns to lay soft kisses up your neck and then the side of your face.

A soft noise bubbles out of your throat as you turn to capture his lips and bring him closer to you. Yoongi deepens the kiss with a quiet groan and his arms tighten around your waist. "Fuck," he mutters out against your lips, "you drive me absolutely insane."

You smiled softly, eyes fluttering open as you stare back at him, "You always say that." You eye his lips and then look back at him, "I love you."

"I love you too," he presses his forehead against yours and smiles.

"Oh don't you ever say bye-bye,"

Yoongi's eyes were stuck in place, time ceased to exist and the world stopped spinning. It was only you and him in this moment, he didn't even pay attention to the piano and violin playing in the background. Nor did he give any mind to his older brother, his groomsmen, when he congratulated him. It was all about you right now, nothing else mattered in his moment.

You shot him a soft bashful smile, timidly looking into his eyes as your father walked you down the aisle towards him. You looked so beautiful in all white, the veil did nothing to obscure your beauty, you looked like a goddess. He could see the heart locket necklace he first gifted you when you were six months into dating, it's been ages since he last saw that locket (you kept it stored away in perfect condition).

You reached the altar and Yoongi immediately stepped down to gently take your hand and help you up the steps after he promised your father to take care of you. "You look handsome," you cheekily whispered to him.

"And you look like a princess." He chuckled, "Very beautiful indeed."

The ceremony began, the entire time Yoongi had his hand lain over yours as the two of you waited for the moment you'd exchange the vows and rings. You were anxious, heart rapidly beating in your chest. Yoongi sensed your nervousness and he gently ran his thumb over your knuckles to soothe you.

"I promise," Yoongi softly began when he started his vows, "to love and cherish you for the rest of my life like I promised those years back when you first accepted to be my girlfriend. I loved you then and I love you way much more now. I knew from the beginning I wanted you in my life forever and now I get to call you my wife, mine forever." He presses his forehead to yours, smiling when he sees your teary eyes and wobbly smile as he slides the ring on to your finger.

"You may now kiss the bride," and with that he captures your lips in a gentle and passionate kiss.

The crowd of guests erupt in loud cheers and whistles. You laugh happily against his lips and look up at him lovingly. "I love you so much.."

"I love you too.."

"I want you to be my last,"

Your eyes fluttered open when you felt a pair of hands gently stroking your hips and then reaching up to cup your tits. You moaned in surprise when Yoongi gently suckled on your throbbing bud, you weren't aware that your husband had his face between your soft thighs and your legs tossed over his shoulders.

"You awake baby?" Yoongi softly whispers when he pulls back.

You reach down to pull the sheets off of the two of you, "Yeah," you softly say, reaching down to gently stroke his fluffy long hair, "how long have you been awake?" You chuckle when he tilts his head to the side and smushes his cheek against your thigh as he stares up at you with lovestruck eyes.

"Not that long either love," he hums, "you were looking so pretty and I couldn't help myself." He presses a chaste kiss on your thigh and then got back to work.

His eyes fluttered closed as he circled your clit when his tongue, lapping at it slowly and pressing down to apply the slightest of pressure. Yoongi slid his hands back down to gently rub your thighs and then slip them under your soft ass cheeks to grip them. Your lips part in a silent moan as your hands come down stroke his hair and push it out of his face.

"Fuck Yoongi," you whisper out as your eyes slip shut and you relax, "like that."

Yoongi's fingers gently prod you open as he slips the long digits inside of you. They fill you so nicely and send tingles down your spine. You push your hips upwards and rock against his fingers, your pussy begins to slick up and make lewd squelching noises. "Yoongi," you whimper and arch your back, gently twisting the sheets and gripping it tightly.

He works his tongue around your clit even faster, flicking it back and forth as his fingers curl upwards and stroke over your walls. Yoongi groans against your soaked cunt, pulling back as he soft panted and watched as his fingers disappeared inside of your cunt. "You gonna cum for me baby?" He lazily smirks, licking his slick covered lips.

"Y-Yeah," you softly breathe out, chest rising and falling as your cunt tightens around his fingers, you're teetering on your orgasm by now, "so close," you bite your lip.

Yoongi moves his fingers faster and faster, watching you closely and right when you're about to cum he stops and slips his fingers out. You whimper in confusion and open your eyes with a confused pout, "W-Why? I was so close," you whined out.

"Want you to come on my cock baby," Yoongi crawls up and gently pins you down, "feels like my cock is about to fall off with how hard it is." He groans rutting against your thighs, cock slapping against your skin occasionally. "Need your pussy so badly." He whispers and leans down to kiss you.

A soft little moan leaves you, your arms come up to gently wrap around his neck and tug him closer. He lays his body flat against yours, hand coming down to grip his cock as he strokes it slowly and lazily slaps it against your pussy. You spread your legs widely for him as he makes himself at home and slides his cock inside.

"Shit." Yoongi sighs out in utter bliss as he pushes all the way inside.

You stare up at him with a teary gaze, "Fuck me Yoongi, please," you whimper, "feels so good baby." You roll your hips against him, trying to get his cock deeper inside of you.

Yoongi started up at a normal pace, pushing in deeply and pressing against you. His cock filled you just perfectly, pressing against each of your sweet spots. Your moans were breathier and shallow, thighs shaking just a little because your pussy was throbbing from the denied orgasm moments prior.

"Coming already baby?" He breathes out, "Can feel your little pussy tightening around me baby. You gonna make a mess on me?" He pants out, hips moving faster and faster.

He speeds up drastically and causes the mattress to shift and squeak. His hips slap against yours, balls pressing against your ass with each thrust. Your moans grow in volume, you scramble to grip his forearms, "Yoongi...!" You cry out.

He growls lowly and leans down to suck dark marks on to the side of your neck. "Go on baby, make a mess all over my cock." He lifts one of your thighs up and tosses it over his shoulder as he grinds into your pussy repeatedly. His cock drives deep into your g-spot, heightening your pleasure.

You cry out in shock and toss your head back, "Yoongi! Oh fuck baby..!" You tremble as your toes curl in pleasure.

You cum with a loud moan, head thrown back and nails digging into his forearms. Yoongi hisses, "That's it baby, cum for me, like that," he whispers in pleasure and slams into you repeatedly. His thrusts jostle you on the bed, you bounce in place and struggle to get a grip on him.

His mouth parts, eyes squeezing shut as he shoves his cock deep inside of you. He shudders in pleasure and slows down to a grind as his cock throbs weakly inside of you. His cum spills into you, filling your pussy to the brim. He pants harshly and leans down to kiss over your neck and lips.

"I love you baby..." He sleepily mumbles.

"Love you too."

"If I had to keep being separated from you like this, I'd rather die,"

You sat next Yoongi enjoying the music blaring out in the arena as the basketball players all got ready for the upcoming game. Yoongi had his hand in yours, thumb gently rubbing over your knuckles for comfort. You pursed your lips and looked around, "Are we heading straight back home after this?" You lean over to murmur in his ear.

"Do you want to go back?" Yoongi says back with a serious look, "We can head home after this unless you wanna stay for a couple more days here in Japan."

You nod with a smile and peck his lips, "Yeah that sounds good love I don't mind." You sit back in your seat and nod your head a little to the beat of the music playing in the background.

Yoongi admires your side profile for a moment before he turns back to what he was doing before you spoke with him. Someone on the mic suddenly calls out to your husband, referring to him as their special guest. "We have the Mrs here too," they say, panning the camera to you and Yoongi as people in the seats above all cheer and clap for you two.

You shyly lean into Yoongi's side and smile for the camera that is aimed at you and your husband. Yoongi sees that your faces are still on the big screen so he leans over to smooch you gently in front of everyone. The cheers get louder and you find yourself laughing awkardly.

"Yoongi are you doing that on purpose?" You say in amusement as you stare into his eyes.

Yoongi smiles at you, shrugging as he chooses not answer. You roll your eyes fondly and lay your head on his shoulder. "I love you Yoongi." You gently hold his hand.

He squeezes your hand gently in return, "I love you too y/n." He murmurs in return.

Forever.

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idkwhatimdoinghere1655 · 7 months

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What A Shame - Daniel Ricciardo

A knock on the door. The only person that ever knocked on your door, apart from room service. They never showed up unannounced, or out of the blue. That, quite frankly, wasn't how this worked. It couldn't work like that.

You never turned up to him without warning either. That would be dangerous. Fun and spontaneous, yes, but reckless. It would ruin both of your lives, and that wasn't something that sounded like a good option right now.

You opened the door and quickly ushered him in, not wanting a single soul to see you. None of his friends knew, none of your friends knew, so you certainly didn't want a random, untrustworthy person to know.

"Look, I don't have much time, but I needed to come. I needed you," he said, approaching you as you closed the door. "Well, my door is always open for you, Daniel," you smirked, wrapping your arms around his neck as he immediately attached his lips to yours.

Not breaking the kiss, he walked you backwards until your back hit the wall with a hard thud, your entire body jolting at the impact. "Shit, sorry, you OK?" He asked, pulling back from you as his brown eyes scanned your face for any sign of discomfort or pain.

"Yeah, don't worry. It's OK to be rough, you know I'm a little tougher than your other girlfriends," you told him, tugging him closer to you for another kiss. "You sure?" he asked, wanting full confirmation. "I can handle this stuff," you grinned, and he could feel your warm breath on his face.

Without another second, he captured his lips with yours as his body pinned you against the wall. He had you now, and he needed you. For some reason, he was enchanted by you. Entranced. It was this quality that he couldn't put his finger on.

He thought it was because you made him feel young again, you made him feel free. It was like you unlocked the shackles that he felt tied down by, and he could let loose and live. He was able to unleash his wild side, and have some fun in life. You were the thing he needed to relive the old times, to be Daniel again.

But you weren't... Realistic. His current girlfriend was already well-established in the public eye, and you had only just started out at McLaren. It would be seen as you, sleeping your way up the team, and neither of you wanted that. She was the practical, you were the fun.

But, the difference was, you knew about her. She didn't have a clue about you. And that was how the two of you wanted it to stay.

His hands roamed all around your figure, before travelling underneath the hem of your shirt. He tugged it off and discarded it, the papaya fabric sent fluttering to the floor. "God, you know how hard it is for me to keep my hands off you all day? It's like torture for me," he breathed against your lips.

"Seeing you in my colours all day, every day, it drives me crazy. You drive me crazy, baby," he mumbled, letting you pull his sweatshirt over his head and sending it along with your shirt. You trailed your hands across the skin of his chest, slithering your fingernails down his abs.

Your nails tickled his tanned skin, and he couldn't help but let a smile dance on his lips as he kissed you. "You think it's easy for me to see you with that race suit of yours rolled down to your waist? Watching you is agonizing," you groaned, glad to finally have him.

"Well, I'm all yours for now," he told you, picking you up with your legs locking comfortably around Daniel's waist. He carried you over to the bed, before dropping you down onto it. He crawled over you, his hands holding himself up at either side of your head.

As he leant down to kiss you, a loud beep blared out around the room. Daniel groaned and rolled his eyes, scurrying to turn it off. He searched through his sweatshirt, producing the beeping phone out of his pocket.

He scoffed as he saw who it was, placing an index finger to his lips as he picked the phone up. "Hey, babe," he said with feigned happiness, and you could hear muffled words coming from the other end of the line. "I'm-" he started, but he was cut off before he could get another word out.

"I said-," he said, before getting cut off again. "I'm on my way I said, OK?" he confirmed, putting the phone down with a huff. He clumsily pulled his sweatshirt back over his head and put his phone in his pocket. "I'm really sorry, I've got to go, but I promise to make it up to you," he apologised, rushing over to you.

He kissed you again, savouring every second and tattooing the taste of you onto his tongue. The sweet vanilla of your lipgloss lingered in his mouth, and it drove him crazy. It was better than any dessert he could buy in an patisserie.

"Don't worry about it," you meekly smiled, instantly feeling dejected. You didn't want to be the second choice, the one who was left behind at the end of the day. The one who slept alone at night, the one who woke up in an empty bed in the morning.

"I mean it, Y/N, I'm really sorry," he repeated, not wanting to leave you here. He wanted you so badly, and it took every ounce of self-control he had not to quickly fuck you against the wall before he left. "I'll see you tomorrow, Daniel," you said, gazing at him, taking in his every feature like you were never going to see him again.

"I'll see you tomorrow, honey. Again, I'm really sorry," he said, standing in the doorway. As he dashed out the door, you muttered a small, "Yeah, me too," and the door closed behind him. He only called you 'honey'. No one else. Not even his girlfriend. That was the one thing that you had, and only you had.

When you didn't have him, have his smile, have his laugh, have his charm, you had that one nickname that was reserved for you. When she had everything else, you had that one, precious little word.

You didn't have anything or anyone else to take up your time, so you just thought you'd head to bed early. You weren't hungry. Well, not for food. What you were craving wasn't available, and wouldn't be until further notice.

You were miserable. Truly miserable. You stood in the corner of the McLaren hospitality, forced to watch the perfect picture of happiness in front of you. Daniel was talking and laughing with her. You couldn't even let yourself think of her name, let alone look at her face.

As you tried to tear your eyes away, your mind couldn't help but wander. You just wanted him to glance in your direction, just so he acknowledged that you were there. You wanted him to pay attention to you, not ignore you like you were any other person around.

Because you weren't any other person. You were the person who made him feel alive, who rejuvenated him. Just a small glance from across the room, just a small morsel of eye contact that only you would see - to show that he cared.

Then again, you didn't want it to just be you who saw. You wanted everyone to see just how much he cared for you, just how much he longed for you. You wanted him to offer his jacket out to you, or ask if you needed anything while he was passing by.

Just something to show that he cared. If he even cared at all. Maybe he could even take you home, and kiss you slowly, lovingly, tenderly. With every ounce of love that he held in his perfect body. It was like he was stuck on your mind with superglue, and there was no way of yanking him off.

Your sadness quickly turned to spite. Spite towards him, if you were being honest. He was getting the best of both worlds: a girlfriend to keep his domestic life chugging along like an old steam train, and a girl on the side to make pure euphoria surge through his veins.

Despite these feelings towards Daniel, you always set your sights on her. The one thing in your way. She didn't really offer anything of value to him in your opinion. She didn't do the job, so you were there. There to make the pain go away, to give the old dog some life again.

No matter how annoyed you were at him, you would always go crawling back when he asked. You'd drop to your knees for him at the drop of a hat. He was addictive - like straight cocaine off a club table, mixed with the sordid flush of alcohol.

The taste of him clouded your lips, and his scent clung to your skin after you'd been together. He was like the eye of the storm, the calm before the chaos. Being with him was like drowning in the swell of a stormy sea, the moments you stole with him better than the brief gasps of air you clawed to take.

You heard her laugh again, and turned to see her draped over him, struggling for air. It was almost ironic. He always had you struggling for air in the complete opposite way, and your tears certainly weren't from laughter.

You couldn't help but think what a shame it would have been if he just stood from the table and left her there. What a shame it would be if he came and pinned you against the wall. What a shame it would be if he ran his hands through your hair, tugging harder as they caught on the knots.

What a shame it would be if he kissed you as if there were no one else around, do whatever the hell he wanted to you because he could, and nobody would be able to say a goddamn thing about it. What a shame it would be if he never had to stop again, because he'd be yours, and there would be no one to stop you. No one to get in the way.

What a shame it would be if he left her now.

A/N - The next bit of Five Seconds Flat... I will finish it all I promise! Sorry I haven't been posting much, I've been super busy and I literally have barely had time. It was so relaxing for me to just sit down, put on Charles Leclerc and just write for you guys. Hope you enjoyed, and I hope you're having a fantastic day/evening! Love y'all 💖

ALSO I WENT TO SEE 5SOS AND IT WAS THE BEST NIGHT OF MY LIFE HOLY FUCKING SHIT BALLS THEY WERE SO INCREDIBLE I LOVE THEM MORE THAN WORDS CAN DESCRIBE LIKE THEY PLAYED SHE'S KINDA HOT??? OUTERSAPCE/ CARRY ON??? WHY WON'T YOU LOVE ME???? Sorry I'll leave you alone now.

NO I WON'T THEY WERE SO AMAZING I CAN'T EVEN HANDLE IT. P.S Requests are open 💖

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hold-your-applause · 2 years

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Can I request for a human!fem!reader who is friends with the owl house fam and has serious big sister energy but takes no shit and will throw hands w anyone who threatens her fam. But turns soft and real affectionate when she actually interacts w Hunter (when he's not in Golden Guard mentality)

I just wanted to say I really love your work and hope you continue. Your writing is really good!!!

My dear, I thank you for the praise. I apologize for the delay, but I would be more than happy to grant your wish.

Whiplash

It had seemed like only yesterday that Hunter had learned the truth about Belos and his entire world had been turned upside down. It wasn't accurate to say that he never knew fear before that night; it was more like he finally learned what true terror felt like. He knew he was taking a risk defecting, but if he could manage to stay hidden, he was safer than within his uncle's grasp.

That all changed when he helped the students of Hexside get rid of Coven Head Adrian Graye Vernworth.

Despite sharing what he knew with everyone to allow them to prepare for the Day of Unity, he refused to tell anyone what he discovered about his own identity. Gus and Willow accepted him as they currently knew him, but would that change if they learned the truth?

He couldn't be sure.

It had taken a lot of effort on his part to calm himself over the idea of them discovering who-- or what-- he really was, but he had managed to do it.

Only for his anxiety to spike again when they told him the humans were on their way.

Luz wasn't anything to worry about. The night everything happened, he recalled Luz wanting to offer a helping hand to him, but he was so frenzied that all he could do was run out the door.

You were a completely different story.

He'd met you a handful of times as the Golden Guard, and each one had been as unpleasant as the last. The first meeting had perhaps been the roughest, given he had captured your friend King and was holding him hostage in order to compel you to do his bidding.

The fight that ensued had him very worried that you would knock his head clean off his shoulders, and you didn't even need magic to do it.

Every meeting after that had shown you to be just as vicious, and he wasn't sure if that was your default state or if it was reserved for him personally, but he would be lying if he said he wasn't afraid to find out.

He felt his stomach churn as he watched you and Luz reunite with Gus and Willow, standing off to the side as he gathered his courage for the exchange he knew was coming.

Your eyes were on him before he had a chance to open his mouth, and he almost stopped in his tracks when you moved towards him. He flinched when he saw your arm move towards his face, closing his eyes to wait for the impact.

He yelped in surprise when he felt two gentle hands on his cheeks instead, his eyes snapping right back open to see your wide eyes staring straight into his.

"I can't believe you're okay!"

His mind was blank as you moved his head, looking him over.

"I was so worried about you. We thought they found you."

His mouth was dry, and when you threw your arms around him to embrace him, he felt his entire body begin to overheat.

For some reason, in that moment, he was suddenly very aware of the fact that you were a girl.

Where were his hands supposed to go?

It didn't matter, because you pulled away a moment later to look at him again. Your eyes held sympathy and your voice was soft.

"How are you feeling?"

He was so used to you shouting at him, he couldn't think of anything to say.

What was happening?

He finally coughed in response, his eyes still wide as he stared at you.

"F-Fine."

He mentally kicked himself at the way his voice cracked.

He didn't know why, but the relieved smile that spread across your face made his pulse quicken.

"I'm so glad. We tried to find you after--"

His sudden and loud, nervous laughter cut you off. "After finding out Belos is evil? Don't worry, I'm A-Okay!" He almost shouted, feeling a quick wave of relief wash over him when Gus reached over to do their own special fist bump.

You blinked, and when his eyes looked at you again, he silently begged you not to say a word. Luck was on his side, because he saw the recognition on your face before you nodded and closed your mouth.

As Gus turned his attention away from the two of you to speak with Luz, Hunter lowered his voice to keep him and Willow from overhearing.

"I haven't told them about--"

"You don't need to explain. That's your secret to tell, not ours. They won't hear it from us."

He let out a breath and nodded. As reassuring as those words were, it did nothing for his nerves.

He was still terrified of you, but in a completely new way.

#toh hunter x reader #toh hunter imagine #toh hunter #the owl house x reader #the owl house imagine #the owl house #scenario #fluff #director fugue

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voca-smut-drabbles · 10 months

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bro can u make a kaito smut fanfic w overstimulation PLEASE

also if u can... maybe a little bit of degrading HEHEHEHEH yah ok thanks teehe e(◍•ᴗ•◍)

I can't repeat myself enough, i'm sorry this took so long! I hope you enjoy it!

Kaito x Reader - Degradation + Overstimulation

You couldn't help but grin cheekily to yourself as Kaito lay panting and moaning beneath you, his cock twitching needily in your grasp as you jerk him off. His normally tidy blue hair was ruffled, and his normally cheerful bright eyes were half-lidded and hazy with arousal. It didn't take much to get him going after all; a few strokes of your hand and he's already bucking against your grip, his balls clenching lightly at each stroke. "A-Ah... p-please..." he huffed needily, desperately bucking his hips into the handjob. “J-Just stop for a moment! I-It's too much!” he pleaded, his voice strained and needy— it was almost too cute to resist. You could feel him throbbing between your fingers, his thick shaft slick with precum and begging to fill up something tighter than your hand's gentle grip. If only there was someone else around that would appreciate such a gift so sweetly.

“Mm? What is it, Kaito?” you asked breathlessly, stroking him a bit faster now as his cock pulsated through the palm of your hand. He whimpered softly, groaning in pleasure as he shut his eyes tightly. You smirked down at him; "That wasn't an answer, slut." You laugh down at him. "Do you want me to stop or keep going? Are you frustrated because you can't finish yourself off? Or are you simply struggling to handle with how good it felt to cum over and over again?" You then paused, looking as though you were thinking about something. "Speaking of which, how many times have you shot your load again? I didn't remember to keep count, Eh, probably not important!"

“Nnh~ Aaah, please, stop... I can't... ah!” he moaned as you resumed jerking him off. The sound of his heavy breathing was enough to egg you on enough to finally decide to kick things up a notch. You gently lap at his swollen shaft, before lowering your mouth onto it with a muffled moan, with which he responded with a shaky cry. Your tongue rolled around his tip teasingly, enticing him to let out another soft whine of need. You pulled back from his dick just enough to look up at him, giving him a sultry smile before diving right back down. “Oh god… mmm~" he gasped, shuddering as you suckled on his tip. His cock twitched and jerked in your grasp, his length slippery and hot with pre-cum as you bobbed your head up and down on it.

You then pulled your away with a grin, before climbing up and hovering yourself over his cock teasingly, giving him one simple, concise command. "Beg for me."

He panted heavily, his cock twitching eagerly against your inner thigh as he looked up at you pleadingly. "P-Please... Please fuck me... I-It's too much... b-but I need more..."

You smiled at him, kissing him deeply before sitting back up. "Desperate little pervert, you're lucky I can't turn down a cute face like that." you grin, taking hold of his cock and guiding it towards your entrance. His head fell back with a moan as he slowly pushed inside of you, filling you up inch by inch until his entire length was buried deep within your tight confines. You could feel the heat radiating from his cock as it twitched inside of you, causing you to moan a little as well. You leaned forward slightly, capturing his lips in a hungry kiss as you rocked your hips back and forth, meeting his thrusts as best you could.

"Ah~!" Kaito gasped, his hands coming to rest on your hips as you rode him, a pleasured groan leaving him as you began bouncing on his dick. His already slickened cock slid easily in and out of you, your insides easily gripping him tightly. You could feel his cock throbbing inside of you, spasming as you bounced atop him. "Nnh... ahh~" Kaito let out another breathy sigh of pleasure,

You grinned at him, rocking your hips faster and harder. Biting your lip as you tried to keep yourself from moaning as well, his thrusts becoming more and more powerful until he picked up speed, his pelvis slapping against yours. His cock twitched, rubbing along your sensitive walls, sending shivers of pleasure shooting through your body as he sped up even further, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm.

"R-Right there..." you breathed out, biting your lip hard as you came undone from his thrusts. "I'm gonna come... Ah~" you whined, arching your back as you let out a loud moan. Your body clenched tightly around his cock as you came with a shudder and a cry of pleasure, your climax hitting you like a truck and driving Kaito to his own release. He bucked his hips frantically, grunting as he shot rope after rope of cum into your depths, his seed seeping into you.

After a few moments, Kaito fell limp, panting harshly as he struggled to regain his breath. His face still had a blissed out expression on it, but he eventually returned his gaze to you and smiled bashfully. "Mmmh... ah, sorry..." he chuckled sheepishly, looking embarrassed. "That was... that was amazing..."

You giggled a little, resting your head against his chest affectionately. "Good boy..." you praise softly. That was... how many orgasms? Ah whatever, probably mattered even less than before now that you were done, Kaito was already snoring like a car engine anyways. It was cute, just like him in all his dorky glory. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer, laying there in silence with him for a while longer before sleep eventually took you as well, your last thought being how you'd definitely need to clean up in the morning, but again, that was future you's problem.

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jujitto · 9 months

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. . . . . 당신의 치어리더 ★ y o u r c h e e r l e a d e r

! pairing. kim seon woo x reader

! warning. this contains a makeout scene if you wanna call it that.

! w/c. 4.7k

You weren't anything more than a teen going to and from high school every day for the past 11 going on 12 years of your life. Why would you change anything about the way you've been living just because someone told you to? Especially not in your very last year of high school. Plus what exactly did you need to change? Your life was perfect. If that's what you want to tell yourself.

Pulling up to the school you couldn't help but groan laying your head on the steering wheel. You just had to wake up this morning? Didn't you?! You wanted to bang your head against the steering wheel and knock yourself unconscious just so you wouldn’t have to enter this building. Minutes had gone by but not enough minutes to go by that you hoped school was already over. It would be hours until then. Casting your eyes down on the phone in your lap, you sighed deeply, at the amount of missed calls and text messages you had received.

Among them, you noticed a series of notifications from your grandparents and a few from him. Tossing the phone in the passenger seat, you let out a frustrated sigh and tried to gather your thoughts. Getting startled by a knock on your window you bumped your head on the steering wheel, causing a sharp pain to shoot through your skull. Rubbing your forehead, you glanced out the window to find him, Seon Woo, or as you liked to call him Sunoo, peering in with a concerned expression.

Sunoo's concern only added to your frustration. You rolled down the window, trying your best to hide your annoyance. "Hey," you said, trying to sound casual despite the throbbing pain in your head. "Why aren't you in school?"

Sunoo's worried expression softened a bit as he looked at you. "Are you okay? You didn't respond to any of my calls or texts. I was starting to get worried about you."

You glanced away, trying to avoid Sunoo's gaze. "I'm fine. Just a bit sleepy that's all.” You spoke plucking your backpack from the backseat. Sunoo couldn't help but narrow his eyes at you. As he was about to open his mouth to say something he and you turned your attention to his name getting called from the steps of the school. The cheerleading squad of course. You couldn't help but roll your eyes. Sunoo turned back to you capturing a glimpse of the expression on your face.

Turning to still see him leaning against your car, you sighed. “Why aren't you joining them? Shouldn't you be with your cheerleading squad?" you asked, trying to change the subject and steer the conversation away from yourself. Sunoo could only shrug taking a step back as you finally exited the car. "I was waiting for you," he replied simply, lacing his hand with yours. Trying not to seem too giddy about the situation you let your curls fall gently over your shoulder, trying to hide the small smile that tugged at the corners of your lips. "Well, no need to wait anymore. Let's go then," you said, giving Sunoo's hand a reassuring squeeze.

As you both walked towards the school entrance, Sunoo couldn't help but keep glancing at you with concern in his eyes. "Are you sure you're okay? You seem a bit off today," he said, nudging you playfully.

You didn't want to burden Sunoo with your feelings, especially when he seemed so happy to see you. "Yeah, I'm just a little tired. Didn't get enough sleep last night, that's all," you replied, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

He seemed to accept your explanation for now, but you could tell that he wasn't entirely convinced. Sunoo had always been attentive to your emotions, and it was both comforting and annoying at times. You appreciated his concern, but right now, you didn't want to delve into the complexities of your mind.

As you entered the school building, you were greeted by familiar faces and the usual high school chatter. Some students waved at Sunoo, and you saw a few envious glances directed your way, which you tried to ignore. Your relationship with Sunoo had been a topic of gossip for a while now, and while it didn't bother you too much, it did add an extra layer of pressure to your life. You two came to a stop in front of your locker, and you began to mechanically dial the combination to open it. Sunoo leaned against the lockers beside yours, still looking at you with a mix of concern and curiosity.

However, once again he was called yet again by his cheer squad, who was getting ready to head to a morning meeting with their coach. Sunoo sighed and looked back at you apologetically. "Sorry, I have to go," he said, giving your hand a squeeze and placing a small kiss against your lips.

As Sunoo pulled away, you couldn't help but feel a pang of longing. You wished he could stay with you a little longer, but you understood his responsibilities as a member of the cheer squad. With a smile, you nodded understandingly.

"It's alright, Sunoo. Go ahead, I'll see you later," you said, trying to sound as supportive as possible. You watched as he hurried off to join his squad, blending in seamlessly with the energetic group of cheerleaders.

Turning your attention back to your locker, you opened it and began gathering the necessary books and supplies for your first class. As you did, your mind drifted back to the missed calls and text messages you had received earlier. You decided to check your phone once again, hoping to address them before the day got too busy.

Unlocking your phone, you scrolled through the notifications. The messages from your grandparents caught your attention, reminding you of the family dinner they had planned for the weekend. Something that had bugged you since they had told you last weekend. It meant that you would be seeing your parents at the dinner, and the thought made your stomach churn. Your relationship with your parents had been strained for years, and you had been trying to keep your distance from them as much as possible. The idea of being in their presence, pretending everything was fine, felt like a heavy weight on your shoulders.

You sighed and set your phone aside, deciding to deal with the messages later. Right now, you needed to focus on getting through the school day. As you closed your locker, you took a deep breath and tried to push the negative thoughts aside.

Walking to your first class, you couldn't help but feel a sense of isolation. The hallways were filled with the usual hustle and bustle, but you felt disconnected from it all. The smiling faces and cheerful conversations seemed distant, as if you were observing them from a different world.

Taking your seat in the classroom, you tried to concentrate on the lesson, but your mind kept wandering. You felt a restlessness within you, a yearning for something more. The thought of following the same routine, day after day, felt suffocating.

You glanced at the clock, realizing that the school day was just beginning. Hours stretched ahead of you, filled with classes, assignments, and social interactions that you weren't particularly eager to engage in. The feeling of dread settled in your chest, and you wished for an escape.

As the day progressed, you found yourself going through the motions. Participating in class discussions, exchanging small talk with classmates, and trying to maintain a façade of normalcy. But deep down, you knew something needed to change. The monotony of your life was becoming unbearable.

During lunch break, you decided to find a quiet spot outside to clear your head. You walked outside the school building, feeling the warm sunlight on your skin. The familiar courtyard provided a momentary respite from the bustling hallways. Finding a secluded bench under a tree, you sat down and let out a long sigh, allowing the weight of your emotions to settle.

You reached into your backpack and pulled out your phone, deciding to address the missed calls and messages that had been piling up. Opening your grandparents' text message, you read their reminder about the family dinner. They seemed excited about the gathering, but the thought of seeing your parents made your stomach churn once again. The strained relationship and unresolved issues between you and your parents had taken a toll on your well-being.

You knew that avoiding them indefinitely wasn't a sustainable solution, but the idea of confronting them and pretending everything was fine felt like an impossible task. As you pondered your next move, a new message notification caught your attention. It was from Sunoo.

Curiosity piqued, you opened the message. Sunoo had sent a simple text asking if you were free to meet after school. With the faintest smile on your lips, you quickly typed a reply, agreeing to meet him. The thought of spending time with him brought a glimmer of excitement to an otherwise dull day. Maybe a bit too much excitement as you caught yourself smiling. Shaking your head you buried your face into your hands as you waited for his response. Within moments, your phone buzzed with another message from Sunoo.

"Great! My house?" his message read, accompanied by a smiley face emoji. "Sure, your house sounds perfect," you replied, feeling a sense of anticipation building up inside you. Spending time with Sunoo always managed to lift your spirits, and today, you needed that more than ever.

The school day dragged on, but knowing that you had plans with Sunoo after school helped you push through. As the final bell rang, signaling the end of the day, you gathered your belongings and made your way to the school entrance. Not many cars were left in the parking lot besides yours and a few others which meant Sunoo had already headed home.

As you walked towards your car, thoughts raced through your mind. The events of the day, the reminder of the family dinner, and the desire for change all swirled together, creating a mixture of emotions. As you unlocked your car and got inside, you took a moment to collect yourself.

As you started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot, you couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. The school day was behind you, and now you could focus on spending time with Sunoo. The drive to his house was relatively short, and as you approached his neighborhood, a familiar sense of comfort washed over you.

Arriving at Sunoo's house, you parked your car and took a moment to compose yourself. You wanted to be present, to enjoy the time you would spend together. Taking a deep breath, you stepped out of the car and walked up to Sunoo's front door.

Sunoo greeted you with a warm smile, his eyes filled with genuine happiness at seeing you. You couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for him. He opened the door wider, inviting you inside. As you entered his house, a sense of familiarity washed over you. Sunoo's home was always a place of comfort and acceptance, a sanctuary from the outside world.

Sunoo led you to his room, a cozy space filled with memories of your time together. Posters of your favorite bands adorned the walls, and a soft glow from fairy lights added a touch of magic to the atmosphere. You laid on his bed, side by side as quietness filled the room. The silence between you and Sunoo was comfortable, allowing you both to simply enjoy each other's presence.

After a while, Sunoo turned to you, his eyes filled with curiosity. "Is everything alright? You seemed a bit distant today," he said softly, reaching out to gently brush a curl of hair away from your face. You sighed turning to face him. “I love you, you do know that, right?”

Sunoo's expression softened, and he nodded, his thumb gently caressing your cheek. "Of course, I know that," he replied, his voice filled with warmth. "And I love you too, more than words can express."

A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you leaned into his touch, appreciating the comfort and reassurance he provided. "I'm glad," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "Today was just... overwhelming. Remember when I told you about that dinner my grandparents were throwing?"

Sunoo's eyes filled with understanding, as he nodded pulling you closer, wrapping his arms around you in a comforting embrace. As you snuggled closer to Sunoo, finding solace in his arms, you continued sharing your thoughts and concerns. "I'm dreading seeing my parents at the dinner. Our relationship has been strained for so long, and I've been trying to keep my distance.

But avoiding them indefinitely isn't a solution either but all they seem to want is to change me.” You paused taking a deep breath, you continued, your voice tinged with frustration. "They don't understand that I'm happy with the way I am. They keep pressuring me to conform to their expectations, to fit into this mold they have for me. But I don't want to change who I am just to please them."

Sunoo listened attentively, his hold on you remaining firm and yet soothing. He understood the struggles you faced with your parents and the weight it carried in your life. "I know it's tough," he said softly. "But remember, you don't owe anyone an explanation for who you are. You're perfect just the way you are, and your happiness should always come first." Hearing his words made you smile. Sitting up you sighed. “I hate that you know me so well.”

Sunoo chuckled, his eyes sparkling with affection. "I can't help it. I've spent so much time with you, and I pay attention to the little things. Your happiness is important to me, and I want to be there for you."

You leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss on Sunoo's lips. Deepening the kiss, you lost yourself in his warmth and comfort, basking in the sensation of his soft lips against yours. As you pulled away, Sunoo was left breathless. A blush spread across his cheeks as he gazed at you. "How do you do this to me?"

A smirk tugged at the corners of your lips as you laid back down beside him. "It's your fault, really," you replied, a playful tone in your voice. "You're just too cute."

You couldn't help but enjoy the way Sunoo's cheeks grew rosier, a mixture of embarrassment and adoration in his eyes as he looked at you. His hands found their way to your waist, as if he couldn't help himself from touching you. You took a moment to admire the sight before you, your heart fluttering in your chest.

"You really are amazing, you know?" you whispered, your gaze fixed on his face. Sunoo seemed confused by your comment, but you could tell he was trying to keep his composure. "Am I?" he asked, his eyes filled with hope and wonder.

You couldn't help but chuckle as you leaned in to kiss him again. As you pressed your lips to his, he reached up, his fingers playing with the end of your curls. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to his body, allowing you to feel his warmth. Your bodies were so close that you could feel his heartbeat, quick and fluttery.

You broke away from the kiss, meeting Sunoo's gaze. He was breathless and red faced, his chest rising and falling as he tried to regain his composure. A content sigh left his lips as you leaned in, pressing your forehead to his.

"I love you," you whispered softly, a tender smile on your face. You felt Sunoo's arms tighten around you, holding you close.

"I love you too," he replied, his voice barely audible.

As you lay there in Sunoo's embrace, you felt a sense of warmth spreading through your body. The tension you had been carrying all day melted away as you let out another content sigh. The evening passed quickly, the time slipping away from you two as you lay tangled in each other's arms.

As the evening grew darker, your phone buzzed with a new message notification. You glanced at your phone and sighed, realizing that it was getting late. You had to return to your home soon, but the idea of leaving Sunoo's house and leaving him was daunting.

You looked up at Sunoo, his face soft and peaceful. You wanted to stay in his arms forever. You didn't want to leave this bubble you had created together. As you reached up to run your fingers through his hair, Sunoo's eyes opened slowly. You froze, suddenly feeling awkward at waking him up from his nap.

Sunoo blinked his eyes open, a sleepy smile spreading across his face as he looked at you. "Hey," he said, his voice still filled with the remnants of sleep. "Did I doze off?"

You chuckled softly, your fingers still entangled in his hair. "Just a little nap," you replied, your voice filled with warmth. "But I think it's time for me to head home."

Sunoo's smile faded slightly, replaced by a look of longing. "I wish you could stay longer," he said, his voice tinged with disappointment. "I hate saying goodbye to you."

You leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss against his lips. "I hate it too," you whispered, your voice filled with sincerity. "But we'll see each other soon, I promise."

Sunoo nodded, a glimmer of hope returning to his eyes. "Okay," he said, his voice soft. "I'll hold you to that promise."

You both reluctantly untangled yourselves from each other, sitting up on the bed. As you gathered your belongings, you couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. Leaving Sunoo's house meant returning to the reality of your life, with all its challenges and uncertainties. But knowing that you had someone like Sunoo by your side gave you the strength to face whatever came your way.

Sunoo walked you to the front door, his hand intertwined with yours. "Take care, okay?" he said, his voice filled with genuine concern. You smiled and nodded, squeezing his hand tightly. "I will, I promise."

With one last lingering look, you stepped out of Sunoo's house, feeling a pang of sadness in your chest. The night air felt cool against your skin as you made your way back to your car. As you drove home, your mind was filled with thoughts of Sunoo and the comfort he brought to your life.

Arriving at your house, you took a deep breath and prepared yourself for what awaited you. You knew that your grandparents were probably worried about you since you hadn’t exactly told them where you were or the fact that you were with Sunoo for the past few hours.

As you entered your home, you were greeted by your grandparents, their faces filled with ease upon you finally making it home. “Sorry, I lost track of time," you said, offering them a sheepish smile. "I was with Sunoo."

Your grandparents exchanged a knowing glance, and your grandmother spoke up, her voice filled with warmth. "It's alright, dear. We're just glad you're safe. We were getting a bit worried." Hugging you tightly, your grandmother continued, "Your parents called earlier, and we let them know you'd be joining us for the family dinner tomorrow."

Your heart sank at the mention of your parents. The dinner loomed over you like a dark cloud, threatening to ruin the peace you had found with Sunoo. You forced a smile and nodded, not wanting to burden your grandparents with your inner turmoil.

"I'll be there," you replied, your voice filled with a determination you didn't feel. "I'll try my best to make it a pleasant evening."

Your grandparents exchanged another glance, their concern evident in their eyes. Your grandfather spoke up, his voice gentle but firm. "Sweetheart you know you don't have to attend the dinner if you're not comfortable.” Nodding your head, you smiled at your grandparents. “I know but I feel like I should. I’ll be there tomorrow, I promise.” You spoke, clasping their hands tightly before excusing yourself to bed.

The next day arrived, and as the evening approached, you found yourself sitting in your grandparent’s garden. Your eyes closed, hands clasped, letting the wind blow through your curls. Hearing the faint sound of cars pulling up in front of the house, you knew that the dreaded family dinner was about to begin. You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves and prepare yourself for what lay ahead.

As you entered the house, the familiar smells of home greeted you. The sounds of laughter and conversation drifted from the dining room, where your grandparents and parents were already gathered. Your heart raced as you made your way towards them, trying to maintain a composed demeanor.

As you took your seat at the table, you couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Your parents were polite, exchanging pleasantries and engaging in small talk, but the tension between you was palpable. You focused on your plate, picking at your food, not wanting to engage in any unnecessary conversation.

Throughout the dinner, you caught glimpses of Sunoo's encouraging smile in your mind. It gave you strength, a reminder that you weren't alone in this. You knew that no matter how difficult things got, you had someone who loved and supported you unconditionally.

As the evening wore on, you found yourself engaged in conversations with your grandparents, grateful for their presence and the sense of stability they brought to your life. They seemed genuinely interested in your well-being, asking about your hobbies, your plans for the future, and your dreams.

In those moments, you allowed yourself to forget the strained relationship with your parents and the pressures they had placed upon you. As the evening progressed, you realized that the family dinner wasn't as unbearable as you had anticipated. The atmosphere had softened, and even though the underlying tension remained, you managed to find moments of genuine connection with your grandparents.

Your parents seemed to be making an effort as well, trying to bridge the gap that had grown between you over the years. They asked about your life, your interests, and even though it felt forced at times, you appreciated the effort they were making.

During a lull in the conversation, your grandmother turned to you with a warm smile. "You know, dear, your parents love you. They may not always show it in the right way, but they do care about you."

Your heart ached at her words, the weight of years of misunderstanding and hurt settling in. "I know, Grandma," you replied softly. "I just wish they understood me better, accepted me for who I am."

Your grandmother reached across the table, gently squeezing your hand. "Sometimes it takes time for people to change, to grow. Perhaps with patience and understanding, you can find a way to bridge that gap."

Her words resonated with you, reminding you that change and growth were not limited to yourself but also extended to those around you. It wasn't an easy path, but it was worth considering.

As the dinner drew to a close, you felt a mix of emotions. Relief washed over you that the evening had gone better than expected, but you also felt a sense of exhaustion. The emotional weight of the night had taken its toll. Looking towards your grandma she smiled at you, “Go ahead and go.”

With a grateful smile, you excused yourself from the table, thanking your grandparents for the dinner and their support. As you made your way toward the front door, you took a deep breath, feeling a mixture of relief and weariness as you grabbed your keys.

As you stepped outside, the cool evening air provided a momentary respite. You glanced up at the darkening sky, the stars beginning to twinkle overhead. It was a reminder that there was a vast world beyond the confines of your family dinner, a world filled with possibilities and choices.

You walked towards your car, the familiar routine grounding you. Unlocking the door and sliding into the driver's seat, you took a moment to collect your thoughts. The evening had been a mix of emotions, and you needed time to process it all.

As you started the engine and began the drive to the school. So part of you hoped you would still be able to see Sunoo perform halftime for the football game. Something you had promised him months ago but never really got a chance to do it.

You drove to the school, the streets now quiet and the familiar sights passing by in a blur. The events of the family dinner still weighed heavily on your mind, but you knew that spending time with Sunoo would help ease your thoughts and emotions.

Arriving at the school, you parked your car and made your way towards the football field. The crowd was already buzzing with excitement, and the sound of cheering and laughter filled the air. You spotted Sunoo on the field, clad in his cheerleading uniform, leading the squad through their halftime routine.

As you approached the stands, Sunoo caught sight of you and flashed a bright smile. His eyes sparkled with delight, and the sight of him brought a warmth to your heart. He waved at you, and you waved back, feeling a sense of joy wash over you.

Finding a seat in the stands, you settled in to watch the performance. Sunoo's energy was contagious, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of pride as you watched him dance and cheer with such enthusiasm. His talent and passion were evident in every move, and it was clear that he loved what he was doing.

As the performance came to an end, the crowd erupted in applause, and you joined in, clapping enthusiastically. Sunoo made his way to the edge of the field, where you were seated. He was slightly out of breath but had the biggest grin on his face.

"Did you see that?" he exclaimed, still full of adrenaline from the performance. "It was amazing!"

"You were incredible!" you replied, your own smile matching his enthusiasm. "I'm so proud of you, Sunoo."

He leaned in, pressing a quick kiss against your cheek. "Thanks for coming to watch me," he said, his voice filled with genuine appreciation.

"Of course, I wouldn't miss it for the world," you replied, feeling a sense of contentment settling in as you gazed at him. Being with Sunoo had a way of lifting your spirits, making you forget about the challenges you were facing. His presence was like a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day.

As the football game continued, you and Sunoo enjoyed each other's company, cheering on the team and reveling in the excitement of the event. The tension from the family dinner slowly faded into the background as you immersed yourself in the moment.

After the game ended, you and Sunoo decided to take a walk around the school grounds, finding a quiet spot to sit and talk. The night sky was clear, and the stars shone brightly above you. It was a serene moment, and you felt a sense of peace settling in.

Sunoo wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close. "I hope today wasn't too overwhelming for you," he said softly, his concern evident in his voice.

You leaned into his embrace, feeling comforted by his presence. "It was tough, but being with you helped me get through it," you replied honestly. "You always know how to make me feel better."

He smiled, his eyes locked with yours. "I'll always be here for you," he said, his voice filled with earnestness. "Through the good times and the challenging ones."

"I know," you replied, feeling a swell of admiration for him. "And I'm so grateful for that, Sunoo. You mean the world to me."

He leaned in, pressing his lips to yours in a gentle kiss. As you kissed him, a feeling of comfort washed over you. In his embrace, you felt like you could conquer anything that life threw your way. Especially when you had your cheerleader by your side.

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aria0fgold · 3 months

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Glittering Red Rose

Akira wasn't really expecting anything all that exciting from his trip outside of Shibuya, perhaps just the usual of walking around the streets and alleyways, finding new stores to shop at or even eavesdroppi— accidentally listening in on bystanders talking nearby. It was just the usual routine of killing time while waiting for the most anticipated day after stealing the treasure of their target, in this instance, waiting for the day Medjed “cleanses the world.” Although it wasn't Medjed that the Phantom Thieves of Hearts stole the treasure of. It was someone else, one who is more than skilled enough to stop such a large hacker group.

So here they are waiting for Futaba to recover, specifically here Akira is climbing the stairs of a random building he snuck into all while carrying a bag that has a cat poking his head out. It wasn't for any particular reason, aside from the fact that they heard a commotion nearby and wanted to have a better look only to be stopped by the overwhelming number of police officers surrounding the perimeter. So what other way to have a better view of the situation but on a tall building's rooftop?

“That was the first time I've seen so many cops around a single area, what do you think they were after?” Morgana tilted his head, curious and excitement evident in his voice.

“Hmm… Not sure.” Akira mumbled as he neared the top of the stairs.

“They must be even worse than a mafia boss like Kaneshiro. I bet if the Phantom Thieves stole the treasure of someone like that, our popularity will soar!”

Akira chuckled at the thought of that, their popularity were already steadily rising thanks to targeting an elusive mafia boss that even the police were struggling to capture, but if they targeted someone even worse than Kaneshiro, their fame will surely skyrocket then.

With that thought in mind, Akira's steps grew a bit lighter, excited to see exactly who was at the center of all those cops, he pushed the rooftop door open, it was already slightly ajar.

He wasn't really expecting anything all that exciting from his trip, he especially, wasn't expecting to see anyone eye-catching when he pushed that door. It was strange to see it already open, but perhaps an employee simply forgot to securely close it, or perhaps another person saw the commotion and had the same idea as Akira to enter a tall building to have a better view of it.

But instead, Akira stood frozen in place as he stared at the person standing near the edge of the roof. They had their back to him, wearing a white suit, a top hat, and a cape flowing in the wind. They held a small gem above their head, holding it up to the moon illuminating the scene from above. It felt magically, almost enough to take Akira's breath away, even Morgana made sure to stay silent as they watched the other person closely.

The few seconds that passed felt like minutes, the other person then glanced back, they wore a monocle on their right eye with their lips forming a proud smirk.

“I didn't expect to have an audience here.” The person spoke, it sounded like the voice of a boy, perhaps even the same age as Akira.

He walked towards them with a confident stride, as if the entire world was a stage, he was the star of the show, and Akira was merely an audience member randomly called to the stage.

The person stopped just inches in front of him, he bowed, one that is usually done by butlers, then with a simple flick of his wrist, a red rose appeared in his hand.

“Unfortunately, the show is already over. However, you're free to attend the next, whenever that may be.”

As if in a trance, Akira mindlessly reached for the rose as the other person walked by him. And as if breaking that a trance, Akira looked back, only thing to see the mysterious person had already disappeared.

“W-who was that?!” It was then that Morgana finally spoke, with his voice helping to completely bring Akira back to reality.

“R-right?!” He said in a rather confused panic, looking at the rose and back at where that person vanished.

“Hey, wait!” Morgana jumped on Akira's shoulder, “There's something sparkling in that rose!”

Akira closely inspected the flower, right at the middle of it is a small gem, the very same one that the other person held up to the moon. It was also then that the two heard some loud thundering noises seemingly getting closer to their location.

“Do you think that the cops from downstairs already found out about that guy being in this building?” Morgana quickly went back inside the bag, “Akira, this is bad! We gotta get out of here before they see us! Otherwise they might think we're the ones that stole that gem!”

Akira nodded, he planned on leaving the gem along with the rose on the rooftop but instead chose to leave only the gem after a moment's hesitation, keeping the rose for himself. It was a good thing, that he came here today.

#ariawrites #persona 5 #akira kurusu #magic kaito #magic kaito 1412 #kaitou kid #look i only ever managed to finish up till futaba's arc today so yea #also i didnt expect this to get this long yall i was expecting smth shorter #id like to apologize in advance that the first writing ive ever done in 2024 is a joker x kaitou kid (akira/ren x kaito) oneshot #it will unfortunately happen again #also like halfway into writing this i realized... i can only accurately write morgana yall but i was like... alrdy in too deep to stop #why only morgana? well idk either but writing morgana's dialogue in this was easier than writing kaito's which was the hardest one #i cant believe im starting my february with one of the rarest rarepairs there is #jokid

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linkedkeysau-official · 2 years

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Whumptober 2022- Linked Keys Edition

Days 15/16- Lies/breathing through pain and paralysis/"No one's coming" (+ art)

Cold…

The first thing Future became aware of when he woke up was how cold he was. Stone against his bare back, and under his feet. Metal around his wrists, chaining him to the stone wall behind him. His entire upper body was exposed to the freezing cold air in the room— or cell— he was in.

Pain…

After the cold came intense pain. He couldn't even figure out what part of his body was hurting. Everything felt bruised or raw or wet with blood. His head ached beyond belief. He couldn't even think. Where was he? How did he get here? Where were the others? He was certain that if they were in the room with him, he would hear something. Breathing. Crying. Perhaps the nervous tapping of feet or the clanging of other chains. But everything was silent. Future was alone. And everything hurt.

There was a creaking sound like someone opening a heavy metal door before it slammed shut again. Light footsteps were approaching. It seemed as if the other person were also barefoot. Future managed to open his one eye blearily to see if it was a friend or foe. It was a strange man he did not recognize. He had long dark hair and was dressed in very elaborate blue, black, and golden robes adorned with multicoloured gems. The tips of his hair had a matching blue coloring to them. Even knowing he had never seen this man before, Future could tell he wasn't friendly; the aura of dark magic coming off of him was so intense one would have thought it was Ganon. But Future had a feeling he knew who this man was. The blue color of his robes and hair was the same as the blue glow of everything belonging to a certain evil sorcerer…

Nihrie…

"Whaddya w- ACK!" Future tried to speak, struggling against his restraints, but with a wave of the sorcerer's hand, he found himself completely immobilized.

"Easy now, boy. I don't want to cause any unnecessary pain." Nihrie said. He narrowed his eyes at the teen before him, smirking like one of those snarky bullies who knows they can get away with anything because they simply never let themselves get caught, "Hero of the Future… 'Master' of the Keys of Time. You've been quite the thorn in my side with your little… band of heroes that you and your companions have formed. But you especially. You have taken something that I want back. You know what I mean, don't you? The Ruby and Emerald Keys that once belonged to my sisters. You've been keeping them especially close this whole time, and yet you didn't seem to have them on you when my servants captured you, however. So I want to know…" Nihrie released his hold on Future's head and neck, allowing him to speak,

"Where. Are. My. Keys?" Nihrie demanded. Future said nothing.

"I will only ask you nicely so many times before I must resort to other methods, so I suggest you tell me before I have to put you through even worse pain than you feel now. Tell me now, where are my Keys, 'Future'?"

"I ain't telling you shit!" Future spat. Nihrie looked disappointed, though his disappointment quickly turned to anger. His right hand began to glow a bright red color, steaming in the cold air of the cell. He then pressed his burning hand against Future's chest, forcing an agonized scream from the young hero's mouth. After a few seconds— though it felt like an eternity— Nihrie finally withdrew his hand. The burning ceased, replaced by soothing coolness as the cold air touched the red hand-shaped burn directly over Future's heart. Future's head slumped forward as he breathed heavily, trying to regain his composure.

"Did you like that?" Nihrie asked. Future shook his head weakly.

"Maybe you should've answered my question the first time, and I wouldn't have had to do that. Defy me again, and I will show you more than just that little fraction of my power. Because oh yes, I can do worse. I can do much, much worse. Now, where did you hide the Keys?!"

"I'm not afraid of you… I killed a demon king. And I have faith that my friends will—"

"Oh, your friends are going to come and save you, that's adorable. But are you so sure they are? Do they know where you are? Do you know where you are? And how can you be so sure they've noticed your absence? Or that they even care?" Nihrie cut him off.

"Of course they care. We'd never abandon one of our own!" Future argued.

"You might think that. But to them, you are a burden. You are an annoying little brat. A weakling who won't shut up. Who can't stay out of trouble. Who's always getting himself hurt and wasting their time, supplies, and magic. They kept you around because they were too nice to say any of it to your face. But I guarantee they're so much better off without you, and they're going to realize it any moment now. No one is coming to save you, boy." Nihrie said, "But if you give me what I want, I may just let you go. You can go back to your 'famiy', your 'brothers' and pretend like nothing happened. Maybe get the truth of what they think of you from them, because oh, why would you feel like you can take my word for anything? I'm only an all-powerful, all-seeing divine sorcerer, who has been watching you all very closely, sending monsters after you, learning your strengths and weaknesses through observing your battles…"

"Sounds more like a stalker to me." Future retorted, "A stalker who's been given way too much power that he doesn't know what to do with. Honestly don't you have anything better to do than to obsess over a bunch of boys? What a creep." Future chuckled lightly. Nihrie reached out and wrapped his hand tightly around the teen's throat, stopping the laughter immediately, only a strangled squeak escaping his lips.

"You so-called heroes are the only things standing in the way of my goals. I could kill you right now and it would be one less boy to deal with later. But as it is, you still have some potential use to me." Nihrie's hand grew hotter and hotter, burning into his flesh once more, "I'll only ask you one more time. Where did you leave the Keys of Time?"

Future couldn't scream. He couldn't speak. He couldn't even breathe. His vision went white with the pain. He was only vaguely aware of the sinister, sadistic laughter coming from Nihrie. He could feel himself losing consciousness. And as if noticing this, Nihrie finally released his hold. Future's neck stung from the burns. He coughed and gasped for air, hanging limply in his chains. And yet he still refused to give the sorcerer what he wanted.

"Hm… Still unwilling to speak. Pity. I suppose I will have to let this experience sink in more, and come back later." Nihrie sighed. He walked away, slamming the metal door shut behind him as he left Future hanging there alone again.

Breathe…

Nihrie lied...The others are coming.

It hurts…

Just need to hold on a little longer.

Breathe…

They're coming… right?

So cold…

Maybe he was right. Future was weak. Why would the others want him around anymore? Hot tears streaked down his dusty, bruised face as he realized… They really were probably better off without him.

Breathe…

Hurts…

Cold…

…Darkness.

#linked keys #loz au #LK #not lu #whumptober2022 #LK Future #LK Nihrie #tw blood #tw torture

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realmofsolo · 11 months

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I recently got ahold of the new Mythic GME 2nd edition. It is beautifully detailed and adds far more to the game world than I ever expected. I spent the entire night lost in world-building, weaving together an intricate, fantastical realm that captured my imagination like nothing before it. It was pure magic.Just as I was about to call it a night, my screen flickered, and a pop-up appeared in a language I didn't recognize.I couldn't make heads or tails of it, but for some reason, I could understand it perfectly. Suddenly, I found myself unable to move or feel my body. Panic set in, and I was trapped in my own creation, with no way out.

Suddenly, a voice boomed in my head, emanating from every direction all at once. "Welcome, wayward soul," it said. "You may call me Wiktor. I am the System Admin. This will be our only interaction." The words reverberated in my mind, and I knew then that I was in for the ride of my life.

A sense of weightlessness enveloped me as I tried to make sense of my surroundings. The last thing I remember was drifting off to sleep, but this felt all too real. I scanned my surroundings, but there was nothing there, just emptiness.

“You will find your name, level, stamina and mana below.” I looked down to see a glowing HUD display hovering in front of me. Further confusion washing over me.

"Who are you?" I asked, struggling to make sense of what was happening. "Are you Wiktor?"

The voice continued, ignoring my question. “You can also see the paths available to you at the start. These are guidelines not requirements.”

Name: Ptehu

Lvl:000

Stamina:•••••

Mana:locked

Sunder+-Obj. Durability penalty

Custodian+-More loot when trash diving

Rust++-Detect and exploit equipment defects

Your Reputation proceeds you. Start all negotiations favorably-W Diplomat

The Spear-Morale boost at the front lines

Kin Forsaker-You sell your mother for the right price.

Ultimate Jack-you have no class or job restrictions.

“There is much to learn about The Realm-“

“Oi!” I shouted, “You gonna let me get a word in or talk my bloody ear off!”

I tried to call out again,“Hello, you hear me talking to you,” but the voice went silent, leaving me to ponder my thoughts. Where was I, and how did I get here? Just as I was about to scream again it spoke.

"This is new," it said with a hint of sarcasm. "Apologies, there was nothing in our handbook about this. You have a question, I take it? If you allow me, I will tr-“

I interrupted the voice. "Look, I've got a kid I need to get back to. So, if this dream can hurry it up, I'm all for it. So, is there a way to speed up this cutscene or not?"

Wiktor replied dryly, "Oh, yes.Why not skip straight to the credits while we're at it?" There was another long pause.

“If you’re checking the handbook I’m sure there’s something in the….” I trailed off as suddenly, a half-faced figure materialized in front of me, blocking my path.

“But wait," it said ominously. "We haven't even gone over your stats yet. Aren't you curious about all the wonderful mechanics of our world?"… Are you positive you want to skip this portion?”

I could feel the air grow thick with tension as the large glowing eye stared me down. If I had a throat I’d have a frog in it. "Yes?" I whispered, my voice shaking with hesitation.

With a mocking tone, Wiktor chuckled, "Wow, calm down there, Speed Racer. But before you go, let me just randomly generate your stats.”

*CLATTER OF DICE*

I groaned at his condescending comment, wishing I could give him a piece of my mind.

But before I could respond,I felt a powerful force pulling me, and I was thrown into a pitch-black void. I Memories of my life on Sorg came rushing back - the bustling bazaar, the scorn of my brothers, and the loss of my father. I could feel the sunburn on my skin from when I was lost in the Aamsk.

Wiktor's voice interrupted my thoughts, bringing me back to the present.Still with me, champ?" he asked. "Or did your thrilling past sweep you away?"he asked with a hint of amusement. His comment snapped me back to reality, and I was reminded of my current situation.

*CLATTER OF DICE*

Early Life

Father Dead

Mother Sick

3 Siblings Estranged

Run away

Job/Class

Guide

Income-Meager

Internal Map-can only be lost by magical means

Travel+-traverses known areas faster than usual.

Class locked

Jenyus

Vahssik[Summon]-he might come?

Defiant Mind- You are stronger willed than most.

Mischift

Intent Blind-You have a hard time reading people.

I could feel my anxiety building.

“It seems like you've had a rough go of it, eh?" He said, clearly enjoying my discomfort. I bristled at his condescending tone, but before I could respond his voice softened.

“The Realm is a harsh place, no doubt about it. Consider this a gift…” he said with a sigh,”You're gonna need all the help you can get out there."

*CLATTER OF DICE*

Tandem Birth Intialized…

Tether Establiahed

“Farewell…”

There was a rush and everything went black again.

Bonding Error…

GAME STARTING…

#story #Realmofsolo #Ivoorstrandt #substack #Fantasy #actual play #writingw/dice #ezine #serial fiction #serial

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demagogue-fr · 3 years

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probably miles off the mark here lmao but so long as anything goes here's my take on the Creature

(blacked out shape is the far wing)

#flight rising #didn't entirely capture the look I wanted w the right head but I like the idea of #them having kinda anteater-esque heads. really would love anything that isn't the more standard lizard/bird/dog thing FR usually does

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originalgenshinscenarios · 2 years

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Hihi again-request for a scenario where the reader gets kabedoned by their s/o (accidentally or intentionally)(Ayaka,Hu Tao,Ei,Sara and Yae)-feel free to make any edits if you want think the scenario doesn’t suit the character well and remember to take care!! :)

I can do it like earlier and have 2 sides- one where they get kabedoned and one where reader does it! So if you'll like this one I don't mind you requesting second part ^w^

Also I think I might be crushing on Yae

Ayaka, Hu Tao, Ei, Sara and Yae reacting to their S/O doing the "Kabedon"

Reader here is gender neutral

Kamisato Ayaka

You didn't have many opportunities to take her out on a date. There were a lot of things you wanted to do but your outdoor plans failed due to an unexpected rain.

To get away from it you went to the Komore Teahouse. After entering a room you stood in front of the wall clearly feeling defeated.

She looked at you and asked if you were okay but it felt like you weren't listening or you just plainly ignored her. So she stood between you and the wall asking again but her tone was more serious.

You just rested your head against her shoulder as your hand supported you against the wall.

You admitted to the fact that you just felt down because of the rain that had ruined your plans.

While she did listen to you she was more focused on the position the two of you were in.

"I see- uhm I understand how you feel but-" her embarrassed tone made you look up, that's when you noticed that you pinned her against the wall.

You immediately pushed yourself away from her and apologized. She didn't mind what had happened in the slightest and the two of you continued your little date.

Hu Tao

She always liked it when you got confident with flirting. It's mostly because even though teasing is harder- once she hits the right spot she can see really great expression of flustered denial.

Of course it doesn't happen all the time. But she'd be lying if she said she doesn't sometimes create such situations on purpose just so she could tease you.

Each time she's done she's super sweet to make up for it if she makes you visibly upset though. It doesn't happen too often but it's not uncommon either.

Once you had a perfect opportunity to do the famous Kabedon you were prepared for her turning the tables, however you also thought you weren't going to let her get the better of you easily. You caught her off guard but she wasn't spooked so you had a little advantage.

This time you were prepared to say something back to her but once you had her... You felt speechless.

You were admiring each other, her eyes seemed more sparkly than usual but her smile was the same as ever.

Both of you felt like the entire world stopped existing and now it was just the two of you.

She booped your nose "Are we just going to stand here? Or was it just a staring contest" she says as she stares more intensively.

She just wanted to get you to talk. The silence was slowly making her flustered but she didn't mind that in the slightest.

Considering that she usually just stays in a huge rooms where she is always meters away from the wall it was hard to pull off something like this.

But somehow you managed to get yourself in that position... By accident.

That day she decided to take another walk around the town she wished to see more... And craved some dango milk.

As the two of you walked around some theif was being chased and you kind of stood in their way so they pushed you.

Since they pushed you Ei was pushed as well and she ended up with her back against the wall and you automatically placed your hand against it to stabilize your balance since you were almost about to fall.

As soon as the theif turned around to see if they were still being chased they saw Ei and freaked out. Thus they got captured.

Both you and Ei focused on that before you both turned your heads as the case solved itself.

That's when you noticed what had happened... As you were in the famous Kabedon your hearts were in sync beating faster than usual.

There was a bit of silence but she broke it by asking "How long do you wish to stay that way?"

Kujou Sara

You don't often get a chance to fluster her, even if this isn't a hard task. Unless she isn't focused on something else it's rather simple to flatter her.

So she didn't expect that to happen. And of course I mean the Kabedon happening.

You were alone you had an opportunity and took it. She was very much surprised but she didn't let that show.

She looked away but she also wanted to face you at the same time.

"What do you think you're doing?" she said with a sigh not really understanding your intentions.

If you wanted something from her you always have her attention. So a sneak attack like that seems unnecessary... But welcome.

Yae Miko

You planned this. You wanted to see how she'd react. Knowing her she'd probably be as bold as always... But it's still worth trying!

And hey, let's be real even if you fail to fluster her being close to her is a win on its own.

You waited for an opportunity to strike but it was almost like she just knew what you planned. You couldn't find her near any surface that was stable enough for your move.

Maybe it was a dare to see if you'd try it even though you'd risk falling with her?

She was also making sure to take a glance at you once in a while with a smirk... Yup she probably knew and wanted to see your reaction.

She didn't really let her guard down but she felt like that was enough. To be honest she had another plan of teasing that was much more entertaining.

So the second you shoot your shot... She did it.

"You're trying to fluster me, don't you? My love you need to try better than this" she smiles as she places her hand on your cheek and closes all distance between you, giving you a sweet kiss.

~Mod Lisa

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murdertoothpick · 3 years

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could you write something where the reader gets captured too, and Crosshair has his way with them in front of Hunter’s cell to taunt him?

AS SOON AS I SAW THIS WHEN I WOKE UP I HAD TO WRITE SOMETHING FOR IT...might write a part 2 because i have more ideas ahdkshdkasd. im feeling things. for now, come get your juice.

obey

Crosshair x fem!Reader (gn! if you ignore the one use of 'girl') | w/c: 750

Warnings: spoilers for episode 14. reader is imprisoned, hands are bound, crosshair manhandling. exhibitionism. the lead up to smut. 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

A/N: thinking about 'obey' by bring me the horizon and yungblud

'For what it's worth, I wanted to rescue you.'

Crosshair clicks his tongue, glancing over you. His helmet rests under his arm, the rest of his body rigid and reserved as he stands at the entrance of the cell.

Avoiding his gaze by focusing on the binds at your wrists, you change the subject, 'Is Hunter okay?'

The glower that flashes across his face is almost imperceptible. 'He's next door,' he replies curtly, before adding, 'You want to say hi?'

Crosshair's sarcasm isn't lost on you. Though, instead of giving you a sense of relief at the strange familiarity of his demeanour, his impassivity, once withheld from you, makes your stomach turn.

You glare at him. He presses on.

'Why didn't you?'

You falter, 'What?'

'Why didn't you rescue me?' he sneers, evident that he doesn't particularly care for being rescued, but rather just wants to know what the team thinks of him now.

You shrug, 'Had to keep what's left of our squad safe.'

'Your words?' he attempts to pry from you, 'or Hunter's?'

'Why does it matter?' you retort.

'It doesn't.'

You chuckle, unconvinced but allowing yourself to feel slightly at ease, regaining some power over him under your imprisonment. 'Stubborn as always, Crosshair.'

'Me?' he admonishes, the unmistakable tone of exasperation and hurt filtering through the cracks of his indiscernible exterior. 'We both know why you're in here.'

You narrow your eyes at him, beckoning him to go on.

'You never obey orders. First Kaller, and then Onderon. And now, not even when your own Sergeant tells you to leave.'

He's right, but you won't give him the satisfaction of a response. That is, until he steps forward, his lean figure dangerously close to you.

'I think someone ought to show your Sergeant how to put you in your place, sweetheart.'

Your heart thumps loudly in your chest. Your mouth is dry but you gulp anyways.

'What do you say?' he smirks, lifting his helmet and placing it back over his head, the visor now looking down on you with a domineering aura that sends a tinge of arousal down to your sex.

'Please.'

'Good girl,' he sneers, grasping your hips to force your stomach onto the bench you had just been sitting on. It's a swift movement, and you don't fully recognise the action until your head is pushed down. You groan at the roughness, though it's not entirely from pain or physical exertion.

Crosshair wastes no time in removing your belt and your skid plate, letting the parts of armour fall to the ground with an unceremonious clatter. The thin fabric of your blacks underneath do little to hide the swell of your ass, and the contours of your cheeks.

You gasp when he pushes his codpiece against you, the cool metal almost a piercing sensation in contrast to the heat rising to your face, your entire body feeling feverish.

One arm circles in front of you, and you're given the view of the buttons on his vambrace. He leans down, his head right next to yours when he speaks.

His voice, much like the sniper himself, is so calculated—the delivery of his words always manages to strike a chord deep within you. It sends you chills; it's both intimidating and truly intoxicating.

'You know I can turn off the cell's sound barrier?' he drawls, and you furrow your brows in confusion. The feature is no surprise to you, but your stomach drops at the thought of him forcing you to be quiet while he works your body.

'You...you want me to be quiet?' you hesitate, before adding, 'Sir.'

Crosshair chuckles, 'On the contrary.' His other arm cages you under him as he moves to press something on his vambrace, and you can't help but push your ass back into him, hoping to give him some friction through his codpiece.

He hisses, pulling his arms away and yanking down your blacks to reveal your bare ass to him. He kneads the flesh roughly, and then his helmet reappears in your peripheral vision.

You hear the beep of his vambrace and then the odd warble of a noise around the room. Crosshair is crowding into your space again, and you feel the tip of his cock prod at your entrance. You suck in a breath.

You hadn't even registered him removing his codpiece—you don't have time to dwell on it either.

'Sound barrier's off,' he reveals to you, 'I want Hunter to hear everything.'

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mehphoobia · 3 years

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TRIPLE TROUBLE

Pairing- Tom Holland(x3) x Reader

Warnings- Language, extreme smut (I think most of it is just smut 😅), extreme cuteness.

Summary- Who knew moving into a new apartment would be so much fun if you have triplets as your neighbors. How much trouble can Peter, Tom and Arvin cause? only a lot...

MASTERLIST | REQUESTS OPEN |

PART 2

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There you were standing below a building in front of the entrance with the truck that carried your stuff on your left and surrounded by utter commotion. Why were you here again? Oh yes, you had to move out of your apartment because your godforsaken landlord, well ex-godforsaken landlord had to hike up the rent. You couldn't pay that much of an amount just for your rent to live in that matchbox of a place. Of course it had a nice view, office was closer but the world had to adjust and so did you.

"Miss we are done unloading!" grunted the man. You flinched because of his tone but then you realize you had to pay the man. After fetching a couple of bucks and paying the man, you started your journey to the fifth floor because the lift decided to sleep that day, the very day you had to move and who were your travel buddies? fourteen cartons. Why did you have so much luggage in the first place? you could literally contemplate your life's decision in the time you would have to waste carrying each one them, one by one to your apartment. "Fuck man!" you cursed as you kicked an imaginary rock to let out a bit of your frustration.

Where was your boyfriend when you needed him? oh how could you forget! He cheated on you. There you have it, your life. You stopped thinking as you picked one of your box, just then you heard a voice, "Do you need help?" that angel asked you and you would have cried. you looked at him and you were mesmerized with his curls and a jawline that could cut paper.

"Is it that evident?" you asked and he chuckled. "Are you new here?" he asked picking up one of the boxes. "Yes, my name is Y/N I moving in to 503" you informed as you picked one yourself. He looked at you wide eyed with ripples on his forehead. "Oh so you are the new neighbor. Hello there my name is Peter. W- I live in 502" he smiled as you both entered the building. The work got done easily with someone helping you out. The view from here was not that great, all you could see was your neighbor's balcony. Peter joked that this way you could meet each other every day.

Oh wasn't that guy an absolute sweetheart. If he had a little bit of attitude he would totally be your type. He left after wishing you a good night and flashing that beautiful smile of his, damn you could melt. After moving so many boxes and climbing up and down the stairs, tiredness captured you. You changed into your pajamas and finished the pizza that you had earlier ordered and slept on the couch. Tomorrow was going to be a long day, after all those boxes had to be unboxed.

You woke up to someone's washing machine's sound. You were pretty sure that washing machine was trying to run away because of low maintenance. You tried not to stumble over you unpacked luggage as you walked down your hallway tying your hair up in a bun.

Your scrunchie that was tugged onto teeth as you were getting your disheveled hair together fell to the ground. There was a girl sitting on top of the washing machine, naked and the guy was busy eating her out. You sprinted into your room as you saw the scene unfold in front of your eyes. You could feel your panties dampening because of her moans that were getting louder by the second. Luckily they took their show inside and you could finally breathe. Well, you didn't expect the view to be like that. Your neighbor with someone. Wait a minute, your neighbor, Peter?

"Wow" was all you could say before brushing your teeth and taking a bath. You never felt so ridiculously single before as you felt now. "fuck my life" was the mantra you kept chanting as you put on your shirt. "Idiot" you grunted as you realized that all your pants were packed and there was nothing you could put on below your shirt. Maybe except for the pencil skirt that somehow managed to escape and you had put it in your handbag as you found it at the last moment.

"Ah yes" you said grabbing the file which you were supposed to hand in today. You locked your door, double checked it and pressed the lift button.

As you were waiting for the lift, you heard Peter's door click open and the girl you saw today morning, yes the one sitting naked on the washing machine, made her way out. Her stumbling feet and incapability to even walk straight summarized her night. "Didn't she have a good time?" you thought to yourself and chuckled as she dared to take the stairs. Who takes the stairs when you have a perfectly fine lift?

"Good morning?" a very heavy voice said behind you. You turned behind to take a better look at him. "Good morning uh..Peter" you said obviously uncomfortable because he still smelt like sex.

"Oh yes me, Peter" he said laughing hysterically. You gulped as you stepped away from him. Sure you wanted him to have attitude but this is not what you expected. His cute little eyes were all hooded and spoke a different language today. As if you met someone else yesterday.

"Are you going up or down?" you asked in effort to change the topic as he walked closer towards you. "Going down kitten" he panted and smirked sheepishly. You could feel his breath as his hands checked you out. He smiled and started to walk away. He looked at you one last time before he locked his door. "Oh God" was all you could say as you clutched your shirt together. You would lie if you didn't feel aroused. Of course he was weird, hell, he was kind of a boy all mothers tell their daughters to be aware off. But this guy had a lot of surprises and were you gonna figure all of them out? Fuck yeah.

After handing over your file to your senior, you took the rest of the day off. On your way back to your apartment, you spotted a café. It was rustic and elegant and beautiful paintings hung on the wall. You stepped up to the cashier to place your order.

"Hi how may I help you?" gleamed the guy. Your smile disappeared when you looked at him. "Peter?" you questioned in confusion. "Peter?" he questioned back. "Uh we met today morning. Don't you remember? You helped me with the boxes too?" you explained. "Are you Y/N?" he asked hopefully.

"Yes" you replied in confusion. "Hi my name is T- Peter." he introduced himself. "yeah I know" you smiled embarrassingly. He noticed your expression and took a deep breath. "Miss Y/N why don't you have a seat? I think we need to talk." he spoke as if in an attempt to not mess things up.

You decided to sit down and talk to him. And you did. You realized he owned this café and a couple more around the city. His gentlemanly behavior was like a spell that enticed you. You could listen to him for hours. His honey glistened tone played their tricks on you.

"Why don't you come over for drinks tomorrow? We can spend a bit more time together" he suggested in a calm tone as he walked you towards your apartment. "Sure. Does 7 sound good?" you asked as you looked for your keys. "Perfect actually, we all will be home by then." "Great, I will see you tomorrow then" you said as you locked the door. What a strange guy? If someone would come and tell you that you saw three different versions of the same guy, you wouldn't be surprised.

You stood in pale pink dress that rested your hips and covered you till your mid thigs, that you hunted from your closet. You had spent the entire day unboxing and setting up your apartment. It was almost 7 and you were a bit tired but you would throw your away for the little get together you had with Peter.

Now standing outside their door clutching to the scented candle, you rang their bell. He opened the door and gestured you to come in. "In here" he said pointing towards a room that was co-joined with the balcony. As you were walking towards that room, you saw a photo frame. Your heart dropped. "Fucking triplets?" you murmured. "Hey kitten" "Hi Y/N" two voices spoke. You flinched at the sudden sound and they stood right behind you.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" you blurted out your question. You were no longer worried if you sounded rude. "All this time I thought I--you were lying to me?" you asked. "Y/N please listen" Peter spoke, the cute little one you had met for the first time.

You sat down, when they all started explaining themselves. First the other two introduced themselves. The guy near the lift was Arvin and the guy you had met at the café was Tom. Peter told you that he was the one who had started all this confusion because he fell for you at the first sight. He knew Erwin and Tom would like you too and how right he was.

"Peter couldn't control his excitement when he told us about you." Tom said caressing Peter's hair. All the anger somehow melted and turned into a genuine smile. Peter blushed when he saw you smiling, the same smile he fell in love with, they all did.

"Look I had a break up recently. He cheated on me and I might have a tough time adjusting to have another person in my life so soon and three of you together would be overwhelming so can we take it slow? like get to know each other first." you suggested to which Arvin sat down next to you.

"Take all the time you need kitten, we will be right here" he said as he stroked your hair. Soon he was joined by Tom, "1 month, spend one month with us and if its too much for you we will respect your decision." he said as he squatted down to your level. "Okay" you said after thinking about it for five minutes. Peter, baby walked to you and rested his head on shoulder as he sat next to you. Giggles filled the room as Tom cracked his bad jokes. Oh dear the three of them were walking trouble, triple trouble.

Now that you knew about their little secret, they took turns in spending time with you. Everyday Tom would drop you to your office and Arvin would pick you up. Peter would spend the weekends with you. Sometimes all the four of you went on a drive together. Peter would hold on to you as he clutched you from behind when you sat on the passenger seat.

1 month passed away like a jiffy taking away all the confusion and panic you had about being in a polyamories relationship and were you whipped for them. Of course you were.

It was a Sunday, exactly 1 month later, here you were sitting on the couch with all three of them. "So what do you think?" Tom asked you as he pulled you closer. "Do like us now?" Peter asked you with his puppy eyes. "I have always liked you but" you smiled as you continued, "I love you, all the three of you." you smiled with how fast Peter started crying after you finished. Arvin came close to you as he caressed your cheek.

Tom pulled you in for a kiss. His tender lips felt so soft on yours. You moaned into the kiss and he could easily slip his tongue in your mouth. Arvin dragged his lips on your neck, marking you as his, their's. Never breaking the kiss Tom dragged the zip of your dress exposing your black lace. "So pretty" Arvin moaned as he took notice of your exposed self.

You broke the kiss as your eyes landed on Peter. Tom and Arvin sensed you pulling away and looked at each other. "Peter is it too much for you? if you don't want-" "No" Peter's sudden confession stopped you midway.

"I want this, I do want you but I have never done it before." Peter confessed embarrassingly. You smiled as you pulled him close to you. "It's okay I will take care of you, don't you worry." As you pulled his pant's zip down exposing the dent that he was trying hide, Tom chuckled. Peter whimpered when you fetched his member out the confines and licked off the leaking precum. Tom slid your bra away and Arvin had his hands exploring your womanhood.

You licked a wide strip, leaving Peter withering above you. He clutched your hair when you suddenly made eye contact with him and pushed you down on his cock. His cock was girthy and long with made arousal drip from your pussy. Arvin was quick to spread your arousal, lubricating you. Tom had one of your nipple in his mouth as he lay below you.

Peter's girthy cock sat at the back of your throat leaving him in all moans. Suddenly Arvin pushed one of his digits in your leaking pussy. The sudden intrusion choked a moan out of you. The vibration of your moan had Peter's head falling back in pleasure. "You like that, kitten? You like my fingers in you?" you swallowed at Arvin's filthy words. "Do you want him to fuck you with his fingers, fuck you till you are shaking?" Tom said while rubbing your nipples together at the same time. Arvin rubbed your clit with his thumb as you bobbed you head up and down on Peter's cock.

"Such a good pussy, Tom" Arvin panted. "Vin' e-every time you talk like that, she s-swallows and it feels so fucking good." Peter said in between his moans. "Yeah? you like it when we talk dirty?" a sudden slap sent vibration throughout your pussy and you swallowed your moan. That was it for Peter, he came in your mouth and you could feel hot cum filling your throat.

You popped off of Peter's cock as Arvin pulled you backwards and kissed you. It was messy and rough and you loved it. "Do you want Tom to fuck you?" Arvin asked. On his cue Tom pulled out his cock and slid a condom on it and lined up at your entrance. "P-Please" you managed to say while Arvin continued to rub your clit. "Please what kitten?" he pushed you towards your edge. "Please fuck me" you moaned. "Fuck her Tom and don't cum till I say" Arvin commanded.

Peter took one your nipples in his mouth as he Arvin pushed through your velvety folds slowly allowing you to adjust. Arvin wasn't as girthy as Peter but he was longer than him. Tom bottomed out with a grunt, "so tight and wet. N-Not gonna last".

"P-Please m-move" you mumbled and it was enough for Tom to fetch out his cock completely and slam it in again. Soon he set a pace which had you writhing under him.

With Tom fucking you at a past that has you drifting to heaven and Arvin rubbing you clit vigorously with Peter sucking your nipples together was enough to send you over the edge. "Can I cum, Pplease?" you panted. "Not yet kitten" with that soon Arvin replaced his thumb with his tongue. "Come on kitten cream all over his cock. need you taste you." he said and it was enough for you to let go.

You had never cum this hard in your life. You could feel Tom's softening cock slip out of your pussy and Arvin was kind enough to clean all the mess with his tongue. The overstimulation was too much for you so you came second time that night.

All the three of you were staring at the ceiling, panting when you spoke, "Oh I am definitely into trouble".

"Triple Trouble" all of them spoke together.

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A/N- Hey guys, so this is just another fic in my draft. Tumblr is making me write all my fantasies and do I like it? I freaking love it.

I am thinking about posting a Sebastian Stan fic so if you have any requests please send them to me. I have been waiting to write a fic on him.

Oh ok on heavy request, HEAVY request there will be a part 2 of this fic..damn guys I received so many asks for this one 😂

for part 2 I didn't really plan anything it was just going to be a simple fic but look how that turned out to be?

if you have any specific plot for part 2 send me in your request i will definitely go through it..

Love yourself..you are worth it ❣❣

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mainveyn · 3 years

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《 unspoken love 》 suna rintarou x reader

wc : 1.3k

genre : soft angst that u guys can handle :)

a/n : finding a divider that match w the picture is much harder than i thought

series : silent love ▪︎ unspoken love ▪︎ nebulous love ▪︎ ardent love

practice was already over about an hour ago, but you insisted on staying back for free practice by yourself. your captain and teammates are concerned to have you clean up the gym all by yourself but you reassured them. after all, you need to stay back late enough to not cross paths with suna on your way to the school gate. surprisingly, you heard from his teammates that he went home quite early since the past few weeks but you didn't question it. you probably knew the reason already.

even so, you still tried to avoid him at all costs. you didn't show up at your usual spot for lunch nor did you walk past his classroom anymore. he texted you daily but your replies are short and uninformative at all. you knew he probably noticed it but if he is not mentioning anything, you think it's better this way.

but it's not, not when you missed his presence so much. you missed those days when he walked you home and held your hands to cross the street. you missed him stealing food from your bento when he lied that he only brought chuupet for lunch. you missed him telling you to drop by his class and ask you to tutor him before he has to take an english test in the next two hours. you didn't realize he had involved himself in your life that much that you can never get him out of the picture anymore.

you regret for missing out all the opportunity to clarify your doubt with him. as much as you loved this wordless relationship with him, you didn't expect it'd throw you into the trouble of wandering to yourself just what exactly are you and suna. is he just being nice? does he only think of you as a friend? yeah, you should've asked while you had the chance. but now you can only imagine him rejecting your love when he already have someone in his heart.

the walk to your clubroom was pretty dreadful but you still dragged your feets toward it. the hallways are really quiet and peaceful now, which used to be your favourite place to take a stroll. but now you want nothing more than to quickly change out of your sweaty jersey and go home. you’re reminded of how you're totally off game today in practice as your mind only wanders around the memories of him. disappointment is just an understatement because you can't believe you're losing both the most important person in your life and the sport that you took pride in.

your hand stopped at the doorknob as you lifted your head to stop the tears that were threatening to fall, taking deep breaths in the process. you gave yourself a few minutes to steady your breathing before putting up a facade, trying to act normal again. as if god hates you right now, you caught someone round the corners of the hallway and halted a few metres away from you. and it's definitely the person that you didn't want to see right now.

"hey," his gaze focused on you entirely, retrieving one of his hands from his pockets to wave at you. you merely gave him a side glance and faked a smile at him. "i'm gonna go get changed first. bye su-" "i'll wait for you," he cuts you off with his unfaltered stare as if he is telling you he won't take no for an answer. you could feel your shoulders tensed up at his stern tone but you knew you can't run from him now.

you didn't expect a confrontation would happen so soon nor are you good at it too so you find yourself shrinking under his stares. an exasperated sigh from you made him move closer to you, but he stopped as you turned to face him fully now. "you don't have to. aren't you supposed to be home early today?" you decided to go against him today, so that it's easier for you to reject his kind offer in the future. you insist it's better this way.

suna averted his eyes to the side for a moment before quickly bringing his eyes back to trace your feature. you didn't look angry or uncomfortable but he didn't miss the sadness swirling in the reflection of your orbs. "did i...make you upset or something? i don't remember i did anything but," he rubbed the nape of his neck out of nervousness before he continued.

“i’m sorry if i did. so stop avoiding me already," his stoic expression remains but you perfectly captured his emerald eyes laced with concern. he did nothing wrong and yet he is here apologizing because he is worried about you. you really didn't have the heart to push him away. probably never.

everything seems normal, like how you guys used to. you both walked in silence, except for the fact that your heart is getting heavier at each step you take. you two walked past the same convenience store, it's neon light sign lightened up the street in the dark just like every other night. suna stood in front of the same junction, eyes scanning for any cars even though the lights flashed green for you both to cross. he does it every time, making sure it's safe for you to cross before offering his hand for you to hold. you expected it so you walked ahead of him, not giving him any chance to do that.

you didn't notice you start picking up your pace as the distance to your house is getting closer. but you do after you feel a firm tug from the sleeve of your jacket. suna gave you an unamused look, but you tried to feint innocence and told him "i'm reallyyyy tired today! just wanna get home and rest." you hoped your smile was convincing enough.

you stiffened at the sight of his annoyed expression because he obviously doesn't believe it. you almost regret letting him into your life too much that he can read you so easily. he didn’t spare you a second and grabbed your hand instantly, ignoring that you tried to retract it and only held his grip on you firmly. the warmth from his palm is so comforting yet it hurts. but you’d exchange anything for his touch, including your heart.

for the first time, the silence surrounding you two is unbearable. your house is just right in front you, yet he has no intention of letting go. you didn’t have the courage to speak up, just silently giving him side glances. suna looked up to the sky like he was thinking of something to say. you noticed his lips trembled a little so you squeezed his hand, trying to get his attention.

“what’s wrong, suna?” you whispered softly but he still remained in the same position. at this point, you loved him too much that you can’t leave him alone even though you’re hurting under his presence. even if you can’t be with him, you want him to be happy.

he turned to you swiftly, shifting both of his palms to your cheek now and pulled you in closer. you hitched at the sight of his face being just inches away as you balled your fist on his jacket. “y/n,” you watch his eyes drooped into a pleading look, his forehead touching yours now with so much affection. you didn't know what to expect, but you could feel he held back all the words he wanted to tell you before moving away with his shoulders slumped in defeat.

“there’s an important match tomorrow,” he said with his gaze on the floor, shoving his hand into his pocket to hide his nervousness. if you think you’re the only one who is afraid of rejection, then you’re wrong. because suna is afraid too, at least for now.

“will you come and watch me tomorrow?” you can never say no, not even your heartache will allow you to do so.

reblogs are very much appreciated <3

#suna x reader #suna x y/n #suna x you #suna fluff #suna angst #suna rintaro x reader #haikyuu suna

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opalesense · 3 years

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more than friends

kaeya & gn!reader

2k words • ~15 min. read

summary: feeling down in the dumps on a lonely valentine’s day evening, you are met with a pleasant surprise from your close friend, kaeya.

warnings: just pure lovesick fluff!! shy kaeya my beloved... <3

notes: i defrosted this draft from valentine’s day aahhh hope you like it!! ;^; p.s. shoutout if you can spot his canon voice lines in this hehehe

SITTING WITH MY BACK ON THE FOUNTAIN WALL and watching the rotating blades of the windmills in Mondstadt was not how I expected to spend my evening on Valentine's Day.

To be honest, Valentine's Day was never that big of a deal to me. For the past few years, I always considered Valentine's Day to be a day where vendors could get a boost of profit by exploiting the gift-giving aspect of the holiday and selling their wares to cheesy couples who wouldn't know any better. Why was there a dedicated day to be sweet to your significant other? Couldn't special gifts be given at any other time of the year?

Despite my indifference to Valentine's Day, I couldn't help but feel a little lonely this year. My back purposely faced the couples of Mondstadt who would walk by now and then on their way to their dates and instead I had windmills to accompany me along with a book to pass the time. I figured my evening stroll outside wouldn't make me feel so disappointed in myself, but I was proven sorely wrong. I couldn't even look at other people today without feeling sorry for myself.

"[Y/N]?" a familiar voice drew closer behind me, interrupting my lament and startling me. "What are you doing here all alone?"

I turned my head to see my close friend and neighbor Kaeya approaching me, carrying a small leather pack along with his sheathed sword on his waist. I realized he probably finished his shift at the Knights of Favonius headquarters and was just about to head home. The sight of him eased some of my worries knowing that despite my usual solitude, at least I would talk to one person today. "Just reading a book," I held up the cover of my book for him to see. He gave a small nod to the title as I put it back down into my lap. "How did you even spot me here?"

"I can see you from my office," he pointed at a window on the wall of the headquarters, "You chose quite an odd spot for reading, dear friend. You must be uncomfortable on the ground like that.”

I nervously laughed, not wanting to admit that I sat behind this fountain to avoid looking at how much fun everyone else was having. My gaze turned to the sky, a vibrant orange that now began fading into a shadow of dark blue sprinkled with stars. Dusk was approaching. “I suppose it is getting a little late for reading, now that I think about it. I think I might head home now."

"Allow me to accompany you on your walk home. I’m headed that way, after all," he quickly offered as I began to prop myself up to my feet. He held out his hand to help me on my way up, the sudden physical contact sending a shiver down my spine. As clearly touch deprived as I was, my hand quickly pulled away once I was standing and dusted off my clothes, which were wrinkled from sitting for so long today.

"You are too kind, Kaeya," I grinned, earning a grin back from him. Maybe this is my loneliness speaking for me, but I swear that smile might have made my heart skip a beat. Although I may have had a crush on Kaeya for the past few months, there was no way I’d ever let those thoughts resurface now. I've done a good job of repressing the feelings for so long, whether I was around him or not. At least, I thought I did.

As we walked, it suddenly dawned on me that the feelings never truly went away. They were persistent for months, despite being suppressed. He was my closest friend for quite some time now. So maybe it was a sign that it was meant to be...

Chills ran down my spine at this realization. And once the truth had settled in, the feelings I thought I had managed to stow away suddenly flooded my mind in a storm of emotion. The more we talked during the walk home, the more eager my heart was to open up and let the thought of him fill the cavernous, lonely void inside. My eyes nervously turned to our feet, which stepped together in perfect sync. My attention darted to the hand at his side, which I ached to touch once more. The more I tried to fight this longing, to forget about it and keep it isolated, the more it fought back in an effort to stay alive.

"[Y/N]?" his sultry voice snapped me out of my delusion. Do NOT let your emotions take control of you, I scolded myself.

"Sorry," I shuffled my feet towards his figure, which had stopped a few meters away. The world seemed to stop when I was lost in thought, and with each step I took towards him, the world slowly resumed from where I mentally left it.

"Is something wrong?" he asked, now concerned. "You know you can talk to me."

"No, no. I'm fine," I gripped my book, fighting the urge to break in front of him. "I'm just a little lost in my thoughts."

"Well then, what's on your mind?"

"Kaeya, you won't make fun of me if I’m being honest with you right?" I started to speak without thinking. No, no, no! What are you about to say?!

"What makes you think I would? C’mon, [Y/N]. We joke around a lot but you know I'm good with secrets."

What are you doing?! Don’t fall under pressure like this!

"Well... I’ve felt quite lonely today. A little part in me hurts to see so many people enjoying Valentine's Day, knowing fully well that I live alone and spend most of my days alone... I guess what I’m trying to say is that it was very kind of you to go out of your way to talk to me today, Kaeya. It means a lot more to me than you know."

The silence that followed that regurgitation of thoughts was lethal. Kaeya didn't even stop. We just kept walking. I ignored the instant regret that pounded the walls in my head.

"So you didn't have any plans today?" he asked, as if he had just ignored everything I told him.

"Not at all. I was taking a stroll to find a good reading spot for today but seeing so many couples together... I guess it was like pouring salt into the wound. That's why I was sitting turned away from everything, if that answers your question from earlier."

Now you've just told him too much. If he didn't already think you were sad and lonely before, he definitely thinks so now.

"You shouldn't isolate yourself like that, [Y/N]. We could've– forget it, actually," he chuckled and rested his hand on the back of his neck as we finally approached our residential complex.

"Hey, spit it out!" I nudged him with my elbow, "I poured out my thoughts for you, don't get all shy now. It's your turn."

We stopped at my front door, exchanging small chuckles. The space between us was killing me. If only I could get enveloped by his warm embrace now... No!

"How about I tell you later? Meet me here in around ten minutes."

"What?!" I scoffed, "Now you’re just toying with me."

"Ten minutes," he gave me one last grin and a short wave before jogging away towards his own house. I shook my head as I turned the key to my door, feeling the slamming of my heart against my ribs and the sloppy mix of awe, nervousness, and regret boiling in my stomach. His smile was frozen inside my mind like a photograph capturing a memory. It hurt to like him this much.

A knock on my door ten minutes later pulled me away from tending to my plants on my balcony. I set the watering can down and rushed to the door, straightening out my clothes once more before opening it. Contrary to my expectations, Kaeya stood in the doorway with a shy grin, his hands obviously hiding something behind his back.

"I thought you were joking when you said ten minutes," I scoffed and crossed my arms, looking up at him to meet a pair of soft eyes.

"Still don't have plans for tonight?" his eyebrows raised with the question.

"No. What, are you about to take me out on a date or something?" I said in jest. He chuckled and uncrossed his arms behind his back with slight hesitation before revealing a dainty bouquet of calla lilies tied with a silver ribbon. My jaw dropped slightly in shock with the sight of the charming white petals.

"I am, actually," his voice was gentler and sweeter than usual. "These are for you."

He motioned for me to take the bouquet, which I gladly accepted. The subtle fragrance reminded me of his own scent, which made me smile. I secretly wished my entire house would smell like this unforgettable aroma – this unforgettable man.

"[Y/N]," his words were laced with hesitation, "I have been waiting weeks to tell you this but... you are constantly on my mind. Whenever I see you my heart jumps and..."

He chuckled with nervousness. That grin never fails to make my chest light up.

"...and I know you're not going to believe me because you say I smooth talk everyone, but I promise you, [Y/N]. I know you see that I’m nervous right now – that doesn't happen to me with anyone else. This feeling hasn't gone away for months.” Instant regret suddenly painted his face, which I quickly took notice of. I stepped closer to him and lifted my hand to gently cup his warm, blushing cheek. It was my way of telling him to keep talking without interrupting him.

"[Y/N]..." he blushed more at the touch and sighed, "you are so special to me and... I’ll get straight to the point. I want to be more than friends. I really mean it.”

He stuffed his hands in his pockets and waited eagerly for my response. I was no longer thinking properly. My heart had taken over my mind, and for once, it was for my benefit.

"Kaeya," my voice cracked with a million emotions at once, "you have no clue how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that. I am so in love with you it makes me sick," I admitted lightheartedly.

He laughed with relief, taking another step closer to me and shrinking the space between us. He lifted his hand to grab mine and intertwined our fingers together. The mood shifted from nerve wrecking intensity to reassurance and gentleness the instant our palms met. He caressed my hand with his gloved thumb for reassurance, chasing all my troubles away. "I promise I will never let you feel alone ever again."

We stood there staring into each other's eyes for a few moments, exchanging so many mutual emotions in mere seconds. A blush began to creep up my face as well when he gave my hand a squeeze accompanied with a proud smile.

"Well, now that we're both blushing messes in love with each other, how about we finally go out tonight?" Our friendly dynamic finally returned to clear the thickness in the air once he broke the silence. "I have to admit, I was feeling a little lonely myself and was just going to drink at the tavern with some of the other Knights tonight.”

"Not anymore, I hope?"

"Definitely not. I’d rather spend the evening holding your hand and taking a stroll through the city so everyone knows I’m finally yours."

This man sure knows how to say the right thing. I glanced at the bouquet in my arms, partly to hide my reddened face but also to ask, "Could I put these in a vase first? They're beautiful, by the way. I really love calla lilies.”

"Oh yes, of course. But they’re not as beautiful as you, cutie," Kaeya said with no reluctance.

There's the flirty Kaeya that I know.

I let out a shy laugh as he let go of my hand, the loss of touch making me pout. As I turned to put the flowers away, he leaned on the doorframe and let out a deep breath.

"Well, I'll be here. Don't make me wait too long, now."

#kaeya #kaeya x reader #genshin impact #mine #boom #genshin impact x reader

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