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moonlight1110 · 3 months

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Ghost x p⋆rnstar!reader ; roomates!au

Tags: afab!reader, piv, smut, vaginal sex, mentions of masturbation, porn, and sex work, mirror kink kinda, far from canon simon, i write with badjhur's voice in my ear, roomates to...?, not so secret life, simon has a little crush

Notes: I don't know how onlyfans works 🧍

Simon was a man who liked to keep to himself, didn't really see a point in socializing with the people around him, he could make do with himself after all, there was no point in dragging other people into the mix. He liked his privacy and that was clear even for the people around him.

However, the one place he felt like he was forced to socialize was the place he hoped would've given him the privacy he needed, his apartment. Or more accurately, your shared apartment.

Simon was your roommate, a quiet and reserved man. He seldom held conversation, only ever indulging you in your little questions which ranged from how his day was going to what his plans were for the day. He didn't mind this small talk, even asking you some questions of his own, you were roommates after all, he didn't want to feel like he was living with a complete stranger.

He thought he didn't need to know more than you had already told him, you didn't pry into his personal life anyway so why would he do the same? And plus, he couldn't even be bothered to know more, ask deeper questions and look past what was on the surface... But when he came home earlier than he usually did and found the apartment to be silent, it made him wonder.

He looked around for a bit after setting his shoes down, finding it way too quiet for his liking. Before he knew it, he was walking to your room, hand ready to knock on your door to ask if you were in there just to check on you since he knew you were home way earlier than he was.

"Hey, are you in th-" He blinked for a moment, staring at your door like a deer in headlights when he heard it. His hand slowly pulled away from your door as he strained his ears, he needed to know if he was just hearing things.

"Fuck..." The sounds of your soft moans came from the other side of the door, filling his ears like a melody he'd never heard before. Simon felt like a pervert listening to you, he didn't mean to intrude but he was stuck there like his feet were planted in place right outside your door, unable to walk away after hearing your moans.

Before he could gather up enough energy for his brain to function again, his dick was already twitching in his pants, rock solid only from your voice. It made him groan, frowning as he looked down at the bulge that was growing as if it would make him any less turned on. He couldn't just jack off right outside your door even if he wanted to keep on listening to you anyway, it was too much.

As he stood outside your door, his thoughts mixing and scrambling together, he noticed your soft voice had stopped and he furrowed his brow at that, a little disappointed but he didn't move, desperate to calm his heart down so he could hear you from the other side of the door.

"Thank you... for watching..." your voice was a bit muffled through the door but your words were as clear as day. Simon's ears perked up as the gears in his head finally started working..

"So this is what you do for work, huh?" He chuckled to himself, narrowing his eyes at your door like he could somehow open it but he knew you were shuffling around in there to get everything organized so he decided it was time to walk away.

After that night, Simon saw you in a different light, a light he definitely didn't have before.

He started talking to you more, or so you noticed. On one side, it made you happy that Simon was "opening up" to you, but it was also a new feeling, he was a man of few words after all but your small chats slowly turned into deeper conversations, some even leading late into the night with how much you enjoyed each others company.

Meanwhile, Simon couldn't deny that there was something brewing, his curiosity about you definitely spiked but more than the countless nights he spent fucking his fist to the thought of those soft moans he heard some nights ago, he actually found himself genuinely enjoying your presence, especially when he found your profile on his new favorite app, onlyfans.

He only followed you, never paid for anyone else. he watched everything you put out, from the first to the latest video you posted, and he thanked what God was out there that you performed only by yourself.

Watching you became his nightly routine, he looked forward to being able to watch you before he slept, imagining what it would be like to touch you, help you feel even better than those toys you used. He began to memorize which toys you had and how you used them from how frequently he watched your content.

It was safe to say he had become enamored with you in every possible way, feeling a connection with you even if he didn't show it to you in person, he felt like he knew you.

One night, he came home in a particularly pissy mood, it was obvious work didn't go as well and he didn't talk to you when he entered through the door, only giving you a glance as he stomped to his room and closed the door with a small thud.

There were nights when he came home like this before, but after getting to know him the past few months you really started to get closer with him, you thought it'd be fine if you tried to talk to him this time around.

It was late into the evening when you walked to his door with a mug of his favorite tea in your hand. You hoped that he would be welcoming and while in the past you never really cared enough to do something like this, your new formed bond with him had you concerned about how he was doing.

"Simon?" You knocked on his door quietly, hoping he would let you in. Heavy footsteps approached the door and the slow creak made up for the silence earlier. Simon looked at you from the small crack in his door with a blank expression.

"D'ya need something?" He asked, it made you wonder a little how he sounded like he was out of breath, and of course you couldn't miss how he was clearly lacking a top. It was strange but you looked past it.

"No, I just came by to see how you were doing, I made you some tea" you gave him a small smile, extending the mug out. It made him scoff, his eyes glancing at the mug then back to you. "Thanks love, needed it" he chuckled and took the mug from your hands and giving it a sip.

"Is there anything else you need? I mean... You did look pretty upset earlier"

Your comment made him laugh, keeping his eyes on you as he opened his door wider. You couldn't miss the smirk dancing on his lips and you felt like his eyes were on every inch of you, towering over you like a beast.

"You wanna help me?" He crossed his arms, leaning against his doorframe. His eyes seemed to scan over you so intently it made you feel like you were shrinking under his gaze.

"I mean yeah... I know I never really did things like this in the past... But y'know" you shrugged, trying to lighten the atmosphere a bit. He hummed with your response, seeing it fair in a way.

"Cute" He scoffed, pushing himself off from his doorframe as he retreated back into his room, leaving you standing outside. "Y'coming in or what?" He turned back, looking at you with clear amusement, and although you couldn't tell from where you were standing, you could practically hear the smirk that was still plastered on his lips.

You stepped into his room without a word and you couldn't help but look around, it was the first time you had ever been in his room of course. He set the mug down on his nightstand before turning back to look at you, his eyes scanning you from top to bottom.

"Stand over here" He beckoned you over to him to stand in front of the mirror he had and silently, you walked over. He hummed, placing his hands on your shoulders as he stood behind you.

"You wanna help me feel better right?"

"That's the plan" You chuckled awkwardly, looking into his eyes from the mirror and it made him scoff. "Right..." His voice seemed to get lower, and so did his hands. "Work has just been... Shit, to say the least" He chuckled, his hands wandering down to your hips.

"And here you are, worried about me" He continued, nuzzling his into the side of your neck, all the while you had to watch this happen.

"Simon, what are you doing..." Your voice came out weaker than you had intended but could you really help it? Simon was pulling you back against him with your back now flat against his warm chest, planting kisses on your neck and you couldn't do anything but watch from the mirror.

"You know exactly what I'm doing, babe" He laughed against your skin, humming appreciatively as you wrapped his hands around your waist. "Do you even have any idea... The things you do to me, hm?" He mumbled, pulling away from your neck and focusing on you now, looking right into your eyes.

"What do you even mean..." You furrowed your brows and it made him scoff.

"You don't know how many nights I've spent... thinking of you" His voice was low now, turning more into a whisper while he began to slide his hands under your shirt to feel your skin.

"I know all about your little... videos, y'know"

You felt your world stop at that, everything seemed to go by slowly as a mix of confusion and embarrassment crept into your skin. "You..." Your felt your face getting hotter at the realization that Simon, your roommate, definitely knew of this little secret you tried to hide.

"I know, and let's just say that I've become... Somewhat of your biggest fan" He chuckled, returning to your neck as he caressed soft circles into your skin. "You watch my videos?" You asked and although the answer was obvious, the thought that your roommate, of all people, was watching you made you feel a little embarrassed.

"I do" He chuckled, pulling your closer and you couldn't help but gasp softly, feeling the bulge in his sweatpants rub against your ass. "Y'feel it don't you? How fuckin' bad I need you" He scoffed, rolling his hips into you with a low groan.

"Simon..." You whimpered, the mix of his hands and his dick feeling you made it impossible to stand still, and in front of the mirror, it was something that looked like it came out of a terribly scripted porn video.

He growled lowly, seemingly enjoying the way you said his name.

"Can I show you just how much I adore you, love? Prove to you that I'm your biggest fan?" He whispered, glancing into your eyes as he kissed your neck. Your words couldn't come out no matter how hard you wanted to reply, so you nodded.

Simon hummed, turning you around in his arms as he connected your lips. It was slow at first and he gave you time to adjust until you found your rhythm against his lips and it was like fireworks had gone off in Simon's mind.

He walked you to his bed, keeping the kiss intact as he pushed you on your back, your head against the pillows as he made space for himself between your legs. The kiss had turned hotter now, faster and more passionate as he pulled your shirt above your head.

"You have no fuckin' idea how long I've wanted you..." He growled, trailing his kisses to your down to the valley of your breasts as he reached behind you, fumbling with the hooks of your bra in a frenzy. Once he got that off, his lips immediately found your nipple, taking it into his mouth and rolling his tongue on it while he pinched the other.

"You're so beautiful..." He groaned against your skin as he let his free hand wander down to your shorts, slipping past the waistband and he wasted no time in pressing you through your panties. "Slow down..." You whispered breathlessly, overwhelmed with the sensations you were feeling simultaneously.

"How can I slow down when I've finally got you all to myself" He asked with a mean chuckle as he pulled away from your chest and trailed his kisses down your stomach. He made quick work of taking your shorts and underwear off and it was clear he didn't want to tease you, feeling like he'd already done that earlier when he was holding himself back from fucking you in front of his mirror.

"You look even more gorgeous in person, babe" He groaned, moving lower until his breath was on your pussy, and at this point you were starting to feel hotter.

"Pretty fuckin' pussy..." He muttered and before you knew it, your back was arching off the bed as his lips wrapped around your clit, his fingers teasing at your entrance as he closed his eyes, humming against your cunt as he sucked your clit between his lips.

He hooked his arms around your thighs, spreading them wide as he ran his tongue between your sensitive folds, muttering praises about good you tasted and how long he's waited for this moment. Your fingers tugged on his hair in a desperate attempt to make him slow down but it only seemed to encourage him further.

"Sorry baby, s'too much for you?" He chuckled sarcastically, looking at you through his lashes as he stuck his tongue flat between your folds, lapping up all he could with an appreciative hum against your pussy.

He sat up, licking his lips as he looked down at you, stroking your thighs lovingly like he didn't just deprive you of an orgasm. You glared at him as your chest heaved, silently cursing him.

"Awe, don't look at me like that, love" He laughed, his words were teasing and soft as he looked down at you, his thoughts running wild at the sight of your in front of him, he just couldn't believe it to be honest, no matter how real it felt.

"I need you" The lust in his voice was unmistakable now, looking down at you like you were his prey and he, the predator.

Simon backed up a bit, allowing himself to take his sweats off. "Fuck... Do y'see what you do to me, baby? Hm?" he chuckled, running one hand through his hair as the other stroked his cock, heavy and twitching in his fist.

"Simon... That's not gonna fit..." Your heart started to race when you saw how big his cock was in his hand, spreading his precum all over the length. It was intimidating.

"Don't gotta take all of it, love..." He chuckled, moving closer and between your legs again. He pressed the tip against your clit as he started to grind against your pussy, covering his dick in your slick with a satisfied hum as he caressed soft circles into your waist. "You're in control, you tell me when to stop" He leaned forward to catch your lips in his in a soft kiss.

His words reassured you, and although the thought of him inside you was intimidating, you couldn't deny that you also needed it, needed him.

"Okay... But let's take it slow..." You whispered, taking his face in your hands as you cupped his cheeks, feeling your chest swell in a mix of emotions. "Of course, love..." He nodded, smiling back softly and leaning back in to kiss you again and letting it linger for just a moment longer before he leaned back up, lining his tip with your entrance.

You held your breath, shutting your eyes tightly as you anticipated the stretch, but before it came, you felt Simon's hand gently take yours, intertwining your fingers together. This made you flutter your eyes open and when you did, Simon was looking down at you as his expression softened.

"Keep those pretty eyes on me, love..." He whispered, squeezing your hand in his much larger one before he slowly moved his hips, letting the tip stretch you out. It helped that Simon was holding your hand because you had something to dig your nails into aside from the sheets.

"Fuck- Simon!" You gasped, throwing your head against the pillows as you felt him stretch you open. "You're doin' so well, just a little more okay?" He groaned, finding himself closing his eyes as well. He pushed in a little more, inch by inch until he was completely seated inside you with a small thrust.

The stretch made you feel hot all over, your walls fluttered around him as you tried to catch your breath after holding it in for so long without even realizing it. Simon leaned down, setting his arms on either side of your head as he buried his face into the crook of your neck.

"You're doin' so well... So well..." He whispered into your skin while his hands gently caressed your sides. You felt his heart beating against yours and it seemed to calm you down until your heart started to beat with his rhythm. He gave you time to adjust to his size, softly calming you down as he kissed your skin.

"M-move... Please" You whispered after some time had passed and the sting slowly disappeared. Simon nodded, keeping his head buried in your neck as he slowly retracted his hips, you felt his cock drag out of you and it made you whimper.

"Fuckin' hell, baby..." He moaned as he slowly thrusted back into you. You moaned softly, feeling so full with his cock slowly moving in and out of your now. It felt so different to your toys, it felt so much better.

The more he moved, the better it felt and your moans only encouraged him more. Your soft moans filled the room, absolutely engulfing Simon, your voice was like a drug and your voice was the reason he started to get so attached to you in the first place.

"You're so goddamn pretty..." He gave your shoulder a kiss before he leaned back up, groaning as he looked down at how his cock disappeared into you, your folds spread apart to accommodate for him. "And this pussy... Fuck" He groaned rolling your clit under his thumb now.

He started to get more confident now, moving his hips faster as he filled you over and over again. You were a mess under him and it only encouraged him more to keep on fucking you open on his dick.

"You have no idea..." He groaned, bottoming out inside you as he held your ankles on either side of him, "How much I've fucked my fist to the thought of you on my dick..." He spat, his grip on your ankles tightening slightly. You could tell he was losing himself, feeling how good you were taking him.

"Let me show you how big of a fan I actually am, baby..."

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willowser · 10 months

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bakugou + strawberries ; 2.7k ੈ‧₊˚ for our meet fruit collab ! ‧₊˚✧ ₊˚

mina suggests speed-dating.

first as a joke — you think — after the two of you spend too many weekends in a row watching sappy rom-coms on her couch while crying into a bowl of trail mix, and then a second time, and then a third time, after you refuse.

in her last attempt, she pulls out the big ones: her upcoming birthday. it will be so fun!! she tells you, with her big eyes and bigger pout, looking at you as if you'd hung the stars by saying yes. it's a cheap shot, really, because she knows you or anyone would do pretty much anything when it comes to mina the birthday girl.

— and that's how you find yourself here, sitting in too nice of an outfit to be spending your allotted time listening to a man bash his ex-girlfriend.

you might have found him a bit cuter if he wasn't doing that, or if he showed even an ounce of interest in you whatsoever. instead, he's treating this like a therapy session, and you're not getting paid for it.

when the timer rings, you're more than thankful. irritated enough, even, to spin around the room in search of mina — who is happily watching on as two men grapple with each other for who gets to sit across from her next. you suppose being a top hero is good for that, finding someone who is willing to give you their all.

to yourself, you sigh quietly and turn back to the little bowl of strawberries in the center of the small table, the flutes of champagne on either side of it. mina's bottle, you noticed, is almost totally empty; your last date hadn't even looked at yours, nor did he seem to think to offer you a drink.

it's not that you're jealous. really. you wouldn't even say that you're interested in dating right now, finding your job at the agency to be too much of a whirlwind to balance, anyway. you love mina: she's your closest friend, your home away from home, your cheerleader and personal hero — but working for her is nothing short of a full-time job.

sometimes your bed is a little lonely, when she's not staying the night in it after another rom-com evening, but you really can't think that you'd like someone in it, anyway, much less a stranger. it's hard to explain where your time goes, who it goes with; having to share that with someone, you think, would take more emotional energy than you have right now.

and maybe it also sorta, kinda has to do with the fact that the one and only man you're thinking of outside of work — is the same man you see inside of it every single day.

the very thought of bakugou has your stomach turning, painfully. the image of him in the late afternoons with the sun glowing in his hair, the gentle look he spares you as you wait for the elevator, how he'd looked at you today, when you told him where you and mina were going; you don't know how anyone could make you feel the way he does, at least right now.

the seat across from you is taken up suddenly, then, and you look up into the eyes of someone that looks — nice. a little shy, a little nervous, as they introduce themselves. they decide to pour you a glass of champagne, and they even tell you, openly, voice shaking, how nice you look tonight.

you smile so hard that your cheeks hurt, much to your own surprise.

"i'm actually allergic to strawberries," they tell you with a laugh, gently pushing the bowl closer to you. "that would be a hell of a first date, wouldn't it?"

you agree. "definitely one to remember!"

"well, in that case—" they joke, suddenly leaning forward as if they're going to pull it back towards them, and it's so earnest and sweet that you feel your heartbeat in your throat a bit. "i sound like i'm kissing up to you, but—you have a really nice smile, also."

you have to sit back in your seat, fanning your face dramatically as you both laugh. "wow, i'm not used to someone—"

"time's up, extra."

you blink so hard that your eyes are crossed when you open them, and you look up at the man standing there, waiting for his turn, just as the timer dings and the room comes to life with a bustle. the person across from you only frowns, too timid to say anything in response before they're getting up and casting you a regretful glance. they're barely a foot away before the chair is taken, so aggressively that it scrapes against the floor and shakes the table.

you can't believe what you're seeing. you can't believe bakugou is sitting across from you, right now, ruining everything.

"what—are you doing?" you hiss, though your feelings — with a mind of their own — flutter like butterflies in your stomach at the sight of him.

the scowl he gives you is ugly, as always, but his face is smoother than you remember it being today; freshly shaven, maybe. the cologne he's wearing is strong, woodsy, potent enough that it dizzies you from across the table, that you can only imagine how sweet it smells soaking into the soft skin of his neck. even the shirt he's wearing, you notice, is a button down that you've never seen him in.

"the hell do you mean?" he growls, face pinched as he leans closer, so that his voice doesn't carry as it usually does. "'s'it look like i'm doin'? saving you from some sorry dumbass."

"bakugou," you grit, though the room quiets as everyone takes their seats again, and you have to swallow back your annoyance so you don't draw anymore attention to yourself.

you're not dumb enough to think he'd get away without some people fighting for his attention, too, the same way they did to mina, and — as irritated as you are, suddenly, at his appearance — you're not exactly keen on sharing him, either.

"they were very nice, thank you very much,"

"psh," he rolls his eyes, a muscle in his jaw jumping. "couldn't even look me in the eyes to tell me to fuck off—"

"maybe because they were worried you would blast them through the window—"

"and i would have—"

"oh!" you clench your hands into fists and squeeze your eyes shut, trying to will your anger back down. losing your cool isn't a good look, especially in a room of people that are trying to get to know you. "are you serious right now? why are you here?"

"you really wanna spend our five minutes doin' this?"

and there's something about the way he says it — our five minutes — that has your stomach turning in that horrible way it always does, whenever you bite into the softer parts of him. the look on his face is pensive, nervous if you thought that he was capable of being nervous. his shirt, his shaven cheeks, his alluring cologne; he's here, right now, on a date with you. pushed his way into it, even.

you straighten in your seat and sit back, dropping your eyes to the table, ashamed at the fire you've just thrown at him. "can you at least tell me why you're here in the first place?"

bakugou is silent for long enough that you can't stand not to take him in, how appealing he is to look at, how your heart sings when he looks back. one shake of his head has him sighing and then he's leaning back, too, staring only at the strawberries.

"this is her birthday thing, ain't it?"

"yeah," you murmur in agreement quietly, fiddling with your own fingers in your lap as your nerves harden into bitter disappointment. he's here for the same reasons you are, you tell yourself: for your friend, only.

distantly, you try to remind yourself that this nothing out of the ordinary. that you shouldn't be thinking of him this way, getting so hung-up on someone that's never expressed an interest in you to begin with. there have been a few late night conversations in the stairwell, that ran longer than they should have, that revealed more than they should have — but it doesn't make him yours. not in the way you want it to.

in an attempt to swallow down your own sourness, you reach for a strawberry, picking through them until you find the fattest one, and then bite it to the stem. a little stream of juice sprays out, dripping down over your bottom lip as you scramble for your napkin. you lick after it before patting at your face, spreading the sugar, the sweetness.

bakugou leans across the table so suddenly that you startle, mouth twisted like he's struggling to say what he's about to say. "alright, look—"

the timer rings, horribly, but his ruby stare never dims, never leaves yours and yours never leaves his, either, as if you're both suddenly trapped in a weird limbo of in-between; in-between the quiet moments, in-between the loudest ones, in-between everyone else, together.

and then mina notices.

"oh my god, blasty, you came!" she shouts, springing up from her seat to wave at you both from across the room. her earrings jingle loudly, bracelet beads knocking together as she leans too far to the left, champagne-drunk already. it snaps the moment between you and him, worry filling the gaps as you think about how you're going to get her out of here, once the night is over.

bakugou sinks a little further into his chair, as if it will hide him, before grumbling to himself. cheeks reddening, you realize; strawberry-kissed. he heaves a heavy sigh before digging his fingers into his eyes, deep enough that an ache develops in your own, and he opens his mouth to speak again when someone else approaches the table.

"okay, time to switcheroo!" he sings, grinning too cheerily at you, enough to make you laugh at his enthusiasm.

it darkens bakugou, considerably; "piss off," is all he says, scooting his chair further into the table as if to claim it. he barely gets another word out before the man is starting to protest, and the look he gives him then is awfully viscious: nostrils flared, looking up from beneath his long lashes and furrowed brow, as if this stranger had pissed in your champagne. "i said, fuck off, before i howitzer you through the—"

"okay!" you interrupt, reaching across the table with both hands to close one of bakugou's. his fingers are curled dangerously, and you swear you can see little sizzles of steam slipping between your linked fingers. "let's just—do an extra skip this time, okay? how about you just gives us this one, and you go to the next table?"

the man frowns — which is a bit flattering — but ultimately takes the lifeline you offer, trailing away without another word down to the next table. you can feel the couple on the other side watching you and bakugou now, a little open-mouthed, and your heart quickens at the worry that they're noticing him, that your new five minutes are going to be wasted, too.

—but his hand hasn't moved from yours and his eyes have returned, full to the brim with some emotion you can't read. if you had to guess, you'd say regret, maybe, but you aren't sure how to take that, and so you don't.

you should let him go, literally and figuratively, but the solidity of your logic is no match for the soft beat of butterfly wings in your gut.

"what are you doing?" you ask him again, softly, surely, because you want to hear the answer whatever it is. he either needs to deny you, here and now so you can move on — or he needs to acknowledge the confliction on his face, the soft intertwine of his fingers into yours.

bakugou looks at you now the way he does in the stairwell, the way he does when the sun is painting you warm, too. "i told you," he murmurs, "savin' you from some dumbass."

"but why do you even care?"

another heavy sigh falls from him and you can feel your glass-fragile heart breaking when his hand slips from yours, a little roughly. it surprises you when he grabs the champagne bottle from the center of the table and pours himself a small glass, downing it in one, bitter go before filling up your flute, too.

liquid confidence, maybe; his cheeks darken, noticeably, before he's running a rough hand over his face, still struggling to wash out the words.

"why the hell do you think?" he finally says, though his harsh question lacks the abrasive tone his voice usually has; instead it's gentler, more sincere, bakugou — katsuki — in his rawest form. "why d'you think i do—any of this shit?" one hand waves around to gesture to the span of the dining room, but you know he means more than that, much more. "you think i spend that much time after work just 'cause i have time to waste? jesus."

"i don't know," you say, earning a flat look. "why do you?"

"why do you?"

you take the glass from the center of the table and peer down into it, how it bubbles. maybe you're playing dumb and maybe that's what's really bothering him, but — someone like bakugou deals in absolutes, and you need him to do it now.

the struggle is clear, though, across his face, thickening how he swallows and turning down his lips that much more. you feel a bit bad in the silence, when the timer rings and the muscle in his cheek jumps again.

before anyone can even approach the table, he simply sticks his hand out, and the man beside you was definitely watching on, because he doesn't spare you a glance before going around.

and maybe, you think, decidedly, that's enough.

"because i don't want to go home yet," you tell him honestly, trying to ignore the blood rushing in your ears with his mouth twists and he starts to squirm at your truth. "because i'd rather spend the night with you in a stairwell, than anywhere else."

there's a ludicrous amount of tension that leaves his shoulders then, so much that you didn't notice it until it was gone, and he slumps back into his chair with pink ears, now. the sight makes you smile, widely, as if the sight is a confirmation.

maybe for him, it is.

"yeah, well," he grumbles, eyes dropping to the strawberries before darting away, as if he'd thought of something he shouldn't have. "that's what 'm sayin', too."

"no, you're not!" you laugh, nose crinkling when he side-eyes you with a frown. "you're not hardly saying anything!"

"i'm here, ain't i?" he argues, huffing like a bull. "makin' a damn idiot of myself just to stop you from—"

"—going home with some dumbass?"

"well, yeah!"

"so you want me to be going home with you, then?"

"yeah! no! i mean—" he scowls when you laugh again, lip pulling up over his teeth as if he means to bite into your softest parts, too. the thought is more thrilling that you're willing to admit — at least for now. "quit laughin'!"

but it's not just you; across the dining room, you realize mina's giggling, too, turned around in her seat, ignoring the chatty man that wouldn't shut up about his ex. when bakugou turns around to glare at her, she nearly tips out of her chair by throwing her head too far back, and when he moves to stand up like he needs to help her, all she does is wave at him to turn back around.

and he does, to you, cheeks flaring as he grabs the bottle of champagne again, pouring himself his own glass to glare into. he mutters out another quiet, "jesus" before slamming both his elbows on the table, rudely, and holding his glass up for — what you belatedly realize is — a cheers.

behind him, the afternoon sun has long since set, replaced now by nightfall and stars that shine through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows — but he glows regardless, and the look he gives you is just as warm.

#IT'S DONE I'M FREEEEEEE #literally i wrote both of these TODAY my brain is WORN OUT #somebody never let me wait this long again LMAOOOO #sorry that these are both dog water !!! :) i have no one to blame but myself !!!! :)#but it's DONE WEEEEEEE #WAAAAHH nikuniku gave me the idea of speed dating with bakugou 😭 where he just — absolutely refuses to play LOL #cuuuteeee #will edit in the morning brain sleepy.....#✿ willow writes #✿ one shot: bakugou

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butwhyduh · 5 months

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Guy from the Window

Batboy x reader

This is ambiguous as to which of the boys (Dick, Jason, or Tim) because a name is never mentioned. So kinda a pick-your-fav to imagine story. It’s sexy but just a kiss.

“Of course, Mr Wayne, I’ll leave these in your office. You can sign them when you get back. The deadline is next Thursday so no rush. I’ll be sure to remind you then-“ you said as you carried a filing folder into Mr Wayne’s office. The words fell silent on your tongue and the folder slid to the floor from your hands.

There was a man standing behind the desk in the darkened room. He appeared shirtless and holding something white like thick paper. The curtains were drawn closed and the only light was the pale blue of the electric wall clock.

The man turned. Mr Wayne was saying something over the phone but you paid him no mind. The man stared at you. He was imposing and fit and more importantly injured. The paper was a bandage he pressed against his side.

“I have to go,” you said numbly on the phone before hanging up. “You’re bleeding.”

“I’ll be fine,” he said quietly. You tried to ignore the way his shoulder muscles rippled as he turned to grab another bandage. Part of you was terrified. This was Gotham. He could be a killer. But the other part saw possibly the most attractive man you’ve ever seen needing help because he was hurt.

He tried to wrap gauze around the injury on his side below his ribs. You could see the set in his sharp jawline as it clearly hurt to twist.

“What are you doing here?” You asked. He hummed, clearly amused at your question.

“This office is closed. Why are you here?” He countered. He set his teeth as he twisted for another round of gauze. You grabbed the roll and moved closer to give to him.

“I’m working late. You-you don’t even work here,” you replied. He looked at you and nodded. He smelled like gunpowder and mint gum. Even in the dark room, you could feel his intelligent eyes assessing you.

“The tape,” he muttered softly. His deep voice was calm, even, and certainly not scared of being caught. You reached across him and grabbed the tape. Rather than giving him the roll, you pulled off a piece and taped the end of the bandage he was holding.

“What happened?” You asked with more curiosity than you should have. He hummed again before sitting down painfully in Mr Wayne’s office chair.

“Gotham.”

“That’s not really an answer. Why are you here?” You pressed. He seemed amused at your questions. Even while injured and caught trespassing, he clearly saw you as no threat.

“Let’s say, I know the owner,” he finally said. You sat back on the desk. Your feet hurt after working all day in heels. His eyes looked down at the hem of the pencil skirt you wore and down your bare legs. He looked at the clock on the wall. “No offense, but you’re too pretty to be in an office this late at night alone in Gotham.”

“Why? Someone might break in?” You quipped. He laughed before stopping with a little frown in eyebrows. His side clearly hurt more than he let on.

“Something like that. You don’t have to but can you get me a drink? Water preferably,” he said. His voice was soft and probably trying to hide the pain he was in.

You didn’t bother replying but instead reached over him to the mini fridge beneath the desk. He stared at you. You pushed past energy drinks and a can of coffee to give him a bottle of water. You also grabbed an ice pack.

“You don’t have to-“ he started before you touched the soft ice pack to the bruise forming on his bottom lip. The words failed him and he said nothing as you pressed the water bottle into his hand. At this close you could see the blue of his eyes and the scattering of freckles and scars on his nose.

His hand grasped your side. Fuck, why were you practically in the lap of a stranger? He was hot but this was Gotham. He could be a killer.

His other hand reached up and slid around your wrist and gently pulled the ice pack away and you let it fall to the plush carpet as you steadied yourself with an arm pressed back on the desk. You were still sitting on the desk but now his leg was basically between yours almost touching.

“What’s your name, doll?” He breathed. His voice was breathy and his eyes lingered on your lips. Your voice was softer as you told him your name.

“What’s your name,” you asked back. He chuckled with a shake of his head.

“Can’t really say,” he replied with a smile on his voice. It was infectious. You grinned despite yourself.

“And why not?” You said while leaning forwards. It was all a game where hopefully you both would win. “You can whisper it if you need.”

His hand on your side slid up your back pulling you closer. “You’ll keep my secret?” He asked. You felt goosebumps on your flesh as his other hand grasped your mid thigh. Your heart beat out of your chest.

“Why don't you tell me it?” You suggested. He grinned before shaking his head. The hand on your back slid up to the back of your neck. Other than your ass on the desk, you were basically in his lap.

“Not quite,” he answered. His hand on your thigh slid up the thin fabric of your skirt to your hip and ther other hand on the back of your neck moved to cup your jaw. You inhaled quickly and your hands jumped out to press on his thighs as your balance tipped towards him.

“You’re alright,” he muttered. His eyes were on your lips. His thumb reached up and gently swiped over the pad surface of your bottom lip. The hand that was on your hip pressed on your lower back with just enough firmness to bend you even closer to him. Your hand reached up to hold onto his shoulder.

“May I?” He asked softly. His eyes were on your lips and hand cupped your jaw.

You softly replied “yeah.”

He pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was soft and slow but deep. Your mind was reeling as you made out with this stranger. You didn’t even know his name for fuck sake. His tongue swiped against your bottom lip like a question. You opened your mouth and the kiss deepened. His hand on the small of your back pulled gently and you slipped into his lap. You ignored the way your skirt slid up your thighs.

Your hands skirted along the muscles in his arms. Fuck, who was this fit? He was so fucking muscular. His hands reached down to your ass and pulled you flush to his body. But in doing so, he brushed your knee against his injured side.

He hissed out a “fuck.” You pulled back immediately. He was panting. His eyes showed lust mixed with pain.

“Sorry,” you said. You still sat in his lap but your knee was far from the injury.

“It’s fine,” he insisted.

The phone rang on the desk. You turned in his lap to grab it. He sighed a little annoyed while looking down at his side.

“Hello?” You answered. It showed Mr Wayne’s personal phone. “Oh, so sorry to hang up on you.….No, no. Everything is okay…. No need to come to the office.”

The man you sat on looked at you concerned.

“No no, Mr Wayne. I already ordered a cab. I’m leaving now. I’ll close up shop,” you replied. “Yes sir, have a good night. Thanks.”

You hung up the phone.

“I should probably go,” he said to you. You turned to look at him after hanging up.

“How can I contact you?” You said as you slid off his lap. He pulled your skirt straight before groaning as he stood up.

“I’ll be in touch,” he answered before pulling you into a mind numbing heart racing kiss. When he let you go, you sat on the desk looking dazed. “A cab is on the way. And sweetheart? Keep this between us, okay?” He said with a wink.

“Sure,” you replied as he grabbed his shirt and climbed out on the fire escape. He jumped off and disappeared into the night before you could get to the window. It was only a few minutes later as you closed everything down that a cab showed up just as he had planned.

A few weeks later you found a rose on your desk with a little piece of paper wrapped tightly around it. You carefully unwrapped the paper and read a little note.

I’ll see you this weekend Sweetheart -guy from the window

“Who sent you that?” Asked your coworker with a grin.

“Nobody,” you replied and she laughed.

“Sure.”

#batboy x reader #friday night smut #dick grayson x reader #nightwing x reader #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #tim drake x reader #red robin x reader #dc fanfic

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ilwonuu · 3 months

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. '•.¸♡ sweet kiss ♡¸.•'

↴ hansol vernon chwe

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᯽ summary- one of your not so close friends asks to be kiss you at one of your friends parties.

᯽ warnings- fluffy, kissing, some heavy petting, strangers ish to lovers, seokmin interupts, lmk what else!!!

᯽ authors note- happy birthday vernon!!!! i love him so much. (also look out for a seokmin fic today<3) lmk if you want another part/parts!!!! also so sorry about these fics coming out today i know it’s technically not late but i wanted to posted them yesterday </3

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you are currently sitting in the living room of seokmin’s party. you’re not having best time that you had intended. you quickly looking around for the boy. you feel a soft hand on your shoulder causing you to turn around.

“oh my gosh vernon you scared me!” you laugh at his straight face and the half smile he’s giving you. “sorry. i just saw you alone. where did seokmin go?” he asks you. you shrug in response. “i don’t know. i went to grab another drink and came back he was nowhere to be found.” you taking another sip of your drink.

“well if you wanted i can stay with you until you find him.” he smiles at you. you nod following him into the backyard of seokmin’s house. there isn’t many people out here. you calming down from all the energy inside.

“you seem tired.” he observes you as you sit next to him by the pool. “i am a little. i think the alcohol just isn’t my friend.” he doesn’t say anything for a moment. “i get that. a lot actually. i don’t really drink that much but i smoke. which is definitely worse in a way.”

he doesn’t say it in a jokingly way. you laugh anyways. his expression making it hard for you not to smile. “i like smoking too. drinking is usually fun. i just always get sick.”

“me too. that’s why i stopped. it’s lame plus weed is more fun. at least for me.” he pulls out his half smoked blunt. he lights it taking a couple hits before offering it to you. you smile at his gesture taking it from him. you take a few hits passing it back to him. “why haven’t we done this before it’s nice.” he has moved a little closer to you now. causing your face to heat up.

“yea i agree also you have pretty good company.” you lay your head back. he smiles to himself. “can i ask you something kinda um- bold?” you smile at his words looking up over at him again. “yea anything.” you mutter to him giving him a quick smile sitting up completely facing him.

“can i kiss you? i kind of- i really want to kiss you.” you don’t expect his words at first. you comply easily. wanting to kiss him now as well. “yea? okay-“ he moves so he his grabbing your face. he pulls you in slowly. kissing you softly. both of your slow kisses turning into desperate kisses.

his hand that was against your cheek is now moving down your body gently. he pulls away from your kiss. “is this okay?” you just nod pulling him back into the kiss. he lips are immediately moving with yours. he is his immediately addicted to your lips.

the two of you are completely forgetting about the other people outside with you. you guys don’t care. it’s just too good.

is this actually as good it feels in the moment? or are you just desperate? probably thoughts you shouldn’t be having while making out with him. i think you’re high is kicking in.

his hand is going underneath you shirt to the back of you bra. you pull away from the kiss. “is this okay?” he asks again. you take off your bra while keeping eye contact with him. you are pulling him back to kiss you whispering a quick. “yes vernon..” he smirking slightly into the kiss moving his hand to cup your breasts before the two of your make of sesh is interrupted.

of course it’s seokmin and all he can do is laugh. “you guys were about to fuck if i didn’t come over here im assuming?” he looks at you for an answer but vernon answers quickly. “um if she wanted but that’s not the point you left her for a while. she was looking for you..” he just smiles. “well im here now!! sorry was a bit distracted. i can still take you home y/n.”

you look over at vernon and then look at yourself and how unorganized you must look to them. should you go home?

you decided against leaving with seokmin deciding to walk to vernons when you two were ready.

“whatever you say. have fun!! use protection please!” seokmin hugs you before going back into the house. vernon is already rolling another blunt for the two of you. “i had fun tonight. i know you’re now leaving yet but i just wanted to say.” he looks away from you. you think his awkwardness was cute. too cute that is.

the barely had met the boy already knowing he wouldn’t be a stranger for you. everything about him was attractive. you had a hard time focusing. he was such a sweet boy. his lips, his lips were so sweet. his kisses were sweet and gentle against you. he never denied any of your kisses.

you wanted him so bad already.

#Spotify #seventeen #svt #vernon #vernon fluff #vernon smut #vernon seventeen #svt vernon #svt x reader #svt fluff #svt imagines #svt smut #svt fanfic

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lokideservesahug · 19 days

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Once Upon A Dream

Part of the 𝓕1 𝓕𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓼𝔂 𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

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Pairing: Oscar Piastri x Fem! Reader (Sleeping Beauty AU)

Warnings: Reader breaks out into song at points and it's kinda cringy so sorry (but it needed to happen).

Notes: This is very short so I'm sorry and Idk when part 2 will come out but I've made a decent start on it. Also Miami was just so amwkwjsnjwuaha so...

Summary: Raised by three women in the middle of the woods and being visited only by a prince in your dreams, your life is very simple. Or is it?

Word Count: 2K

Part 2

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You were a miracle to your parents when you first arrived. For years, they were under the assumption that they would never produce an heir yet miraculously, you came info this Earth. So needless to say when you arrived, it was a huge spectacle. You climb hears distant murmers of the day but whenever you asked about it, people would redirect the conversation and avoid your question. But you bever gave it too much thought, you were only a baby.

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On the morning of your 21st birthday, your 3 carers randomly tell you that they want you to leave the house to pick some berries ; which is quite odd because you could have sworn that you saw a full fruit bowl this morning. But alas, you see no point in arguing and so you grab your basket, put in some shoes and leave your cottage. "Rember, don't don't too far!" "And don't speak to strangers." "Goodbye dear." At the ladies' chorus you smile and wave before setting off.

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Many miles away, up in a tall, dark, ominous castle. A sorceress dresses head to tie in black is shouting at her followers. "It's incredible! Over two decades and not a trace of her! Are you truly sure you have checked everywhere?" The creature nods and begins to hold oit his fingers ready to lost off places. "Yeah. We checked the mountains, the forest uhm, houses and uh- the uh- all the cradles." Malificent turns to face him un shock and (surprisingly) quietly says "Cradles?" The henchman nods happily "Yep. Every cradle." He laughs whilst proceeds to do a rocking gesture. "Cradles?!" The woman all but shouts. She turns to berate pet crow and opts for a more passive tone. "Did you hesr that my dear? All of these years and these imbeciles have been looking for a baby?" More henchman are now stood behind the first snow they're all sporting proud grins. Malificent laughs almost insanicly and the henchmen join in clearly misunderstanding the cause of her laughter.

"Fools!" She snaps. "Idiots!" They jump back at her shouts. "You imbeciles." She begins to wave her staffa round and as it shoots out jolts of energy, the followers scatter and try and leave the room. She makes her way towards her 'throne' at the back of the room and nd places her head in her hands. "They're hopeless..." Malficent sits doen in the chair "Disrcaes to the forces of evil." The crow flutters to the left armresst and she adresses him. "Oh pet. You are my last hope. Circle far and wide. Search for a maid with Y/H/C locs and lips as red as the first bloomed rose in late spring. Go and do not fail me." The crow flys off through the giant window and Malificent feels her last thread of hope dwindle slightly.

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"Boy will she be surprised." One of your guardians runs away from the door and to the sewing draw. "A real birthday party!" another of the women chimes. "With a real birthday cake!" The last of the women sighs almost dreamily whilst grabbing a recipe book. The woman in red (Florah) sticks her head from the ottoman filled with fabrics and needles with a gorgeous, long pink piece of fabric draped over her arms. "Oh yes. And a dress that only a princess can be proud of." The smallest of the 3 women dressed in blue (Merryweather) trecks up the stairs whilst exclaiming "I'll get the wands!" Florah nods "Yes you g- wait, the wands? No! We can't be using the wands! No magic remember." Merryweather dejectedly walks down the stairs. "But the twenty-one years are almost over!" Florah scowls and places the pink fabric along with a large sewing kit into Merryweather's arms as she walks off and opens a large cupboard. "No. We are not going to take any chances." Merryweather's lips form a small 'o' in shock. "B-but I can't bake a cake! Let alone a fancy one..." Florah closes the cupboard and pulls out another long pink fabric roll. Finally the woman dressed in green (Fauna) interjects. "Oh you won't have to dear! I'll be doing the baking." Merry turns Fauna in shock. "You!?"

Florah places the newer fabric into Merry's tored arm and softly says "Oh, she's always wanted to dear. And this is her last chance!" Merry tilts her he'd he'd consideration before Fauna speaks. "I'm going to make it fifteen layers! Oh and it will have pink and blue forget-me-nots." The shortest of the women stares in horror as Florah adds "Oh! And I'm making the dress." Merry splutters. "But...you can't sew. And she has never even cooked!" Florah laughs and begins to grab things from around the room "Oh how hard can it be? All you need to do is follow the book. Up here dear." She gently nudges Merry onto the stool she just moved. "You can be my dummy." Merry doesn't even think about Florah's words before she objects. "Well I still say we ought to do magic!" Florah throws the fabric onto Merryweather to silence her and begins to cut said fabric as Fauna begins to happily hum and lay out the ingredients for her elaborate cake.

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You wander aimlessly in the forest you've become so accustomed to in all of these years. You find yourself hanging along so a song that your carers have sung your whole life. With no need to be embarrassed as you were the only one for miles, you begin to fully sing the song whilst still looking around for some berries (how your household apparently managed to eat them so quickly is beyond you).

Unbeknownst to you, an orange clad man riding on his horse through the forest does in fact hear you. "Do you hear that Samson? It's beautiful." The horse starts at his owner's clearly awestruck tone. Samson begins to trot forward as the man on top of him turns around in attempt to find the source of the noise. "What is it? Come on... let's find out." The man pulls on the reins and forces the pair to turn around and venture in the direction of the noise yet the horse resists once again. Oscar rolls his eyes and leans down so he's level with the horses giant ear. "Would you do it for an extra bucket of oats?" He doesn't even have time to sit back up before the horse is spinning around and fastly trotting towards the direction of the melodic sound. "Woah!" At his owner's voice, Sampson turns around and looks down to find a dreched Oscar sitting in a puddle on the floor. He guiltily moves towards the man on the floor when Oscar wades his hand through the water and splashes Samson. "No carrots for you."

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After you finish your singing session you found your regular companions, the various wildlife creatures in the forest, make for good listeners. "They never want me to meet anyone." You skim your foot over the pond to your side. "But do you want to know something? I fooled them! I have met someone!" You stand up and put on an elaborate display for the various birds and quires who looked like they were hanging on to your every word. "Well he's tall and handsome and-" You pluck a Berry from a brach above your head. "And ever so romantic." You skip to the trunk of another tree, continuing to pit on a show for the animals. "We walk together. We talk together and before we say goodbye he takes me into his arms." You gaze up at the trees as if in a trance of lovely thoughts "And then I wake up." You hear the animal equivalents of disgruntled sighs at your words. "Yet people say if you dream of something enough, it's sure to come true!" Lost in your romantic soliloquy once again, you fail to notice the shift in the nails attention and a giant orange cloak being hind on a branch not far from you. "And I've seen him so many times." You sigh in longing.

On the otherside of the tree, Oscar begins speaking to his own animal as he removes one of his boots. "You know Samson, there weas something too good to be true about that voice. Too beautiful to really exist."Oscar takes the other of his damp boots, empties the water from it and places it next to the other to dry. "It was probably a figment of my imagination. Or maybe some mythical creature. A forest fairy maybe?" Oscar is the lost in his own thoughts to realise that two small rabbits have waeslesd themselves in his boots and taken off with them. But by the time he has, it's far too late. "Wait! Stop!"

You don't ponder how the animals acquired random clothes (they've done much stranger things). But as an owl approaches you in a thick orange jacket, you can't help but continue your playfully nature from earlier. "Oh wow, it's my dream prince!" You bow at the prince (various birds with a cloak) "Your highness. You know, I shouldn't be speaking to strangers... But we've met before." You begin to hum a tune whilst dancing with the animals dressed in many pieces of clothing, almost bringing yoir dream prince to life.

Oscar peeks his head out from a bush as he hears that majestic noise begin again and both him and Samson are left speechless at the sight. In front of him is the most gorgeous woman he's ever seen singing and dancing with- wait. Is that his travel cloak?

You spin once again and Oscar jumps behind you to join in with your dance. This time he is the one saying with you as he hums along to your singing. You open your eyes as the song ends only to see the animals in front of you. So who's behind you? You open your eyes widely in shock and pull away from the being and turn to see who you were dancing with at the end. Yet you find yourself at a loss for words as you see the most dreamy, charming and attractive man in front of you ; and you find yourself thinking that he is so much better than the man of your dreams.

You gasp in shock and pull away, your guardians words of strangers ringing in your ears, yet he continues to chase your figure and traps your hand in between his two hands I a gentle embrace. "I'm terribly sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." You pull away, trying not to get lost in his presence. "Oh it wasn't that-" Oscar follows you. "It's just that you're a-" He takes your hand with his in an attempt to not let you (who he's beginning to think is the live if his life) escape. "A stranger?" You hum in agreeance with his words. He gives you a grin and it takes very thing within you not to melt into a tiny puddle. "But don't you remember? We've met before." You furrow your brows in confusion "We have?" He nods and smiles at you again "Oh yeah. You said so yourself. Once upon a dream."

You blush and turn away from the man yet he begins to repeat your song back to you. You slowly duck behind a tree and turn to see if he's following only to be met with his attempts to take your hand into his. You say aways from the touch but as your little 'dance' continues, you can't help but feel your cheeks begin to break out in a soft smile. At this he reaches out for your hand once more and you finally let him take it. You did yourself melting into the embrace as the two if you sing, hum and dance together along the waters age and you truly feel as if you've met this man before once upon a dream.

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lovepookie · 4 months

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₊˚ෆ The Perfect Love Scheme - p.sh

♡ sypnosis: a jack of all trades by self proclamation and loser-nerd in actuality; park sunghoon would stay at home for the rest of his life if it wasn’t for his party-hungry friends. his quiet and anxious demeanor when you first met him in the club is exactly what makes you greatful he didn’t though. tonight was the night you were going to convince your friends that you were going home with someone. maybe then they’d finally leave you alone about love. a little love scheme never hurt nobody, right?

♡ genre: fluff, kinda suggestive, pinch of angst, strangers to lovers, non-idol au, fem!reader

♡ 6.5k word count

♡ warnings: cursing, anxiety mentioned, suggestive, drinking mentioned, sarcastic jokes?, please let me know if there’s any i missed!

♡ nano note: i really hope yall like this as much as i do! sunghoon has been terrorizing me lately so i needed to write something. feedback is greatly appreciated! xoxo

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Sunghoon doesn’t know who the fuck said you couldn’t find love in the club.

He wants a name, a number, a fucking address. Maybe then he could track them down and show them—not tell them—how wrong they are; he’s quite literally staring at the very definition.

The moment he spotted you on the dance floor, you quite literally rendered him speechless and when your eyes met his for the first time, he felt a hot feeling surge through his chest. Sunghoon has had his fair share of relationships and failed talking stages, yet he doesn’t think he’s ever felt like this before.

You were gorgeous.

There was something about the way you danced about carelessly in the dark; not one worry in the world. You looked so free; like you belonged to you and only you. You didn’t seem to care if people watched you, you didn’t care if people were actively judging you. You were just being your authentically free self whilst the music ran through and moved you like you had not one thing to lose.

Wow.

Sunghoon wishes he could be like that.

His crippling anxiety had gotten worse as of recent and he felt trapped into an abyss he couldn’t run from, just worries and more worries piling onto one another. This, in turn, had him all pent up in his room for a couple of months. He for sure thinks that within the last year his social skills have gotten worse too, so there was really no reason to go out into public and socialize if he didn’t have to, right?

He wouldn’t want to embarrass himself.

Yet here he was.

Maybe letting Heeseung and Jake drag him to the hell hole that was this busy night club located in the middle of Itaewon’s party district wasn’t such a bad idea. They had been on his ass for a long time now about going out to party on the weekends, and they’d finally gotten him out of the house tonight. Yes, this took a lot of effort on their part, and yes, Sunghoon almost had a mental breakdown whilst waiting in the line outside to get into the club, but his friends weren’t going to let him go home until he was wasted it seems.

He was being forced to have fun.

Heeseung had practically grappled him by the scruff of his neck onto the dance floor, drinks in both of their hands threatening to spill as he uttered; “Sunghoon, let go of your fucking pride and worries for once. Literally nobody is going to remember tomorrow—including you.”

But boy, was he wrong.

Because, how could he ever forget you?

You in your cute little dress.

You and your pretty face; eyes so entrancing and wonderous. At the same time the energy exuding from your demeanor was that you were quite guarded and closed off.

You read ‘tread carefully’ when anyone on the dance floor got remotely close to you, and you stayed relatively close to your group of friends—yet to him, this was more the reason to be so enthralled with your presence. This sentiment couldn’t be truer the moment you caught his eyes staring at you too.

The previous look of being preoccupied with yourself had changed painstakingly slow, and a pretty smirk curls onto your lips when you had realized you’d gained an audience.

His audience.

He wanted to die and ascend to heaven right then and there—he swore he’d be perfectly okay with that too.

Sunghoon paces himself as his thoughts run rampant at the sight of you moving closer.

Pretty girl is coming over here, pretty girl is coming over here—she’s coming over here fuck!

And as he awkwardly sways about on the dance floor, a very strained and creaky look taking over his figure-skater frame as he fixes the chunky framed glasses on his face, he swore that the strangers dancing about must have been paid extras or something—they quite literally started to clear the way for you.

Like you were Moses.

Like you were some extraterrestrial and heavenly being.

Like you were parting the red fucking sea.

“Are you okay? That babe is like…staring you down and making her way over here.” Jake whispers as quietly as he can to Sunghoon over the blaring music.

This does no favors for Sunghoon’s erratic nerves, and he inwardly has to talk himself down from raising his hands back up to his mouth in order to bite his fingernails habitually.

“Yeah, I caught a glimpse of her a couple weeks ago when I was here,” Heeseung butts in, “From what I’ve gathered, she doesn’t really talk to anyone but her friend circle.”

Then why the fuck was she coming over here?

Sunghoon doesn’t know why he’s making a big deal out of this either—ultimately, you could go anywhere you wanted.

“Nah, she’s kind of approaching us right now-“ Jake is able to get out before Sunghoon is jabbing him in the stomach with his elbow.

Within a few seconds you were standing in front of them three; a pretty sexy smile on display that Heeseung doesn’t think he’s ever seen you wear before.

Sunghoon is going to shit himself.

“Hi, Uhh- My friend over there was wondering if you were single. She wanted to talk to you actually.” You say, shifting to stare Jake dead in the eyes.

This wasn’t like you.

I mean yes, you were definitely lying right now and no friend of yours had even seen these three on this side of the club, but you couldn’t really contain yourself when you caught the raven-haired one staring you down. Yes, you had always preached the importance of falling in love with yourself and learning to be comfortable with being alone to your sex-thirsty friends—but you had to admit this one was a looker and warranted your curiosity. So, you broke your own rules and approached undeniably the best looking trio of men you think you’ve ever seen before—and there was no time for your insecurities to say you couldn’t.

“Who? Me?” Jake says, completely confused by your sudden gaze detaching from Sunghoon and being expectantly placed on him.

“Yeah, she’s the blonde back there.” You state, looking over your shoulder and pointing to your very lesbian friend.

She could play the part whilst you figure out a way to distract the doe-eyed looking guy. Your friends did this all the time with you, so it was their turn now. You’re sure they’d be more than happy to know you’ve taken interest in someone too.

“Oh, well if you’ll excuse me.” Jake says, bottom lip going between his teeth after he smiles at you, then he’s quickly sauntering off towards your friend.

You pass him a smile back and pray to every god in existence that your friends read the room before you’re turning back to the other two men.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think we got your name…” Heeseung starts, sending you a very amused smile as he places a friendly firm arm around Sunghoon to tap him into being engaged with the conversation now that you were standing right the fuck in front of him.

“Oh! My bad, I’m Y/n.” You say, outstretching your hand for a quite formal introduction for the club.

You don’t let the burns of embarrassment that sprall out across your cheeks faze you though—the beauty-marked boy seems to like you still by the looks of his matching pink ones.

The doe-eyed one shakes your hand firmly first, then pretty boy does, albeit a bit shaky. “I’m Heeseung, this is Sunghoon.” Bambi states, obviously doing you both a favor and trying to get the nervous looking Sunghoon to start talking.

Sunghoon just smiles like the biggest fucking idiot on the planet as he holds his breath for your next words.

Cute.

You liked that.

“It’s really nice to meet you guys, uhm, Sunghoon? Would you like to dance?” You ask, placing all your cards on the table right away because tonight you were feeling quite interested in this one. Sunghoon burns from the inside out as he takes a few moments to process your words.

Pretty girl’s standing here? Pretty girl’s asking me to dance?? Fuck fuck fuck!

“Uh- Well, i don’t really like dancing-“

“He loves to fucking dance! Of course he would!” Heeseung cuts him off, both of his hands going to Sunghoon’s upper back to push him towards you maliciously—I mean, benevolently!

Sunghoon’s eyes go wide as they stare at your very pleased and amused expression, and he doesn’t know whether or not to stab or thank Heeseung the next time he see’s him.

Only time can tell.

“Cool, let’s go.” You state quite simply, reaching out and grabbing onto Sunghoon’s hand and softly pulling him along with you.

Red hot blush shoots down the back of his neck as he caves in and decides to follow.

You hastily turn around once you get to a good space on the dance floor for you two, and immediately pull him closer to place his hands on your hips. He feels he can’t take his eyes away from you, completely entranced now as you smile and lean in to whisper; “…You can touch me, loosen up pretty boy.”

When you pull away with that sly but inviting smile still plastered on your face, Sunghoon suddenly decides that the dozens of eyes and possible dozens more camera phones in the room don’t fucking matter anymore. His hands lightly lift off your hips as he then decides to pinch the sequins of your dress in order to pull you closer by the fabric in the most politest, non-loser, totally un-nervous way possible.

You just smile up at him as you let a laugh out, because now your proximity has you realizing just how tall his pretty and nervous self is.

He sends you a bashful smile as you start to sway to the beat, then your arms find their way around his neck. There’s a few moments of him just swaying until he gets more comfortable touching you again, but the way your eyes dared not to deter from his made him feel like he could get on the floor and do the fucking worm and you’d still choose him to dance with you.

Were you a vixen?

A temptress of some sort?

Was he going to be lured to your bed chambers where you cooked him in potions and used him for spells?

He thinks he just might consent to this with the way you trail your hands down to grip and hold onto the collar of his shirt to pull him down to your height this time.

“How have I never seen you here before?” You ask over the music, quite endeared by his everything. Then he smiles; his striking brows, beauty marks, and newly unveiled and very pointy canines all come together so seamlessly to form this big butterfly in your stomach.

You became curious about just how many girls and guys—and hearts in general—have been lost and entranced by that face.

“Uh-This is the first time in a long time being here actually. I don’t go out much.” He lets out nervously, his eyes shifting to your lips for a split second before his eyes are on yours again.

This was the exact moment where you decided to get a glimpse of his own lips—and damn, you were suddenly filled with many ideas of how to make sure they’d be placed on your own later tonight.

“Oh, is that so?” You say through a smirk, tilting your head to the side as you dance. This is where Sunghoon starts to feel all giddy inside.

You were really cute, too.

“Yes…” He confirms, tilting his head to be parallel with yours, and for once he feels a spark of confidence. Before you can even blush at this cute gesture, he’s winking at you quite smoothly.

This sends your butterfly morphing into thousands, and when your heart rate speeds up at the prolonged eye contact that you two hold, you realize you can’t take it any more. You distance yourself from his lean figure whilst your right hand finds his own before you’re turning around and interlacing his hand with yours as his arm drapes around your shoulder; your back now pressed to his chest.

Sunghoon feels he is going to pass out right here, right now, because wow, you smell amazing as his hand instinctively finds your waist; the both of you two-stepping to the beat. You both continue on like this, Sunghoon making eye contact with Heeseung from across the way and being met with a thumbs up and a wiggle of the eye-brows.

This ultimately makes Sunghoon blush harder as he goes to push his glasses up further on his nose bridge to busy himself. When he hears you giggle in front of him over the music, he internally screams because fuck she definitely saw that.

You take this moment to turn again and disconnect your two’s hands so that you could talk to him face to face now that the start of the parasite called emotions has calmed down.

“Your friend looks quite happy that you’re dancing with me…” You tease as you continue to two-step and fix the strap of your dress.

“Oh, d-don’t mind him! I’m not going to ask you to come home with me or anything—I’m sorry if he’s being creepy-“

“What if I want to go home with you?” You cut him off.

Fuck it.

What did you have to lose?

You watch as Sunghoon’s whole face goes red, his eye’s widening as he tilts his head down questioningly at you.

“What?”

You can’t help but chuckle a bit at his shock.

“Sunghoon, can I let you in on something?” You say, deciding to just come clean.

At the same time, you’re peering over his shoulder and meeting eyes with your group of friends who smiled your way to let you know they were watching you. It’s there where a light-bulb turns on and the gears in your head finally start churning.

Is this not the perfect idea?

Plus, he was really cute and shy—what could go wrong? He didn’t seem like a weirdo or a murderer—

“Sure, you can tell me…” He says, eyeing you suspiciously as he still tries to grapple with the words you uttered a second ago.

“Do you see my friends behind you?” You ask, and Sunghoon’s quick to turn his head and see their eyes on him.

“Uh yeah, they’re kind of staring over here-“

“Yeah, they’ve been trying to get me to go home with someone for weeks—I’ve just been blowing them off and having fun by myself…” You say, and you decide to lean forward to get a bit closer to him. “Do you catch what I’m throwing?” You ask, hoping he could help you out with your new scheme to get your friends off your back.

Sunghoon nods as he starts to wrap his head around the situation. “Oh- so you don’t want to go home go home with me, you want to fool your friends….” He states slowly, staring off into thought.

You laugh, pulling him back down to earth, then take your turn pulling him closer by the cloth of his shirt. He smiles awkwardly at this but inwardly he’s cussing himself out for being such a fucking loser who wasn’t meant to say any of that out loud.

“I mean-“

“I know what you meant. You’re right.” You say through a smile, grabbing his hands and placing them both back on your hips that you sway slowly—and just like that he’s back to being speechless.

“I’d really like it if you played the part for me. Think of it as doing me a favor.” You reason, your hands now wrapping around his neck again.

He stares at you through his lenses as he weighs his options.

From the start of the night he didn’t want to be here either—if he’s honest, you were now the only reason to stay besides to please his friends. Plus, if he looked like he was taking you home now, maybe they’d leave him alone and stop worrying about him.

It was a win-win situation.

Fuck it.

“Okay, I’ll take you home.” He states firmly, eyes looking into each of your eyes just as the song switches to something more sensual and down-tempo. You smile in response and try to deny the fact that his words and eyes make the butterflies flutter again.

“Perfect.”

And then he smiles back—cheeks just as blushy as yours.

“Perfect.”

There’s a moment of silence between you as you’re both quick to adapt to the music change. You scan his features again, and he watches you do so, heart pounding hard in his chest. When your fingers go to play with the hair at the nape of his neck as he eyes your lips, it feels like instinct for you two to lean in.

It all plays out so slow.

It feels like millions of years go by as he leans down and a million more when you tip-toe to meet him in the middle. In that hazy-eyed daze, right before your lips touch, you mutter words that almost break Sunghoon’s heart clean in half.

“…This will really sell it, won’t it? I hope they’re watching.”

And still, despite the fact that it’s all for show, his heart feels like it’s stitched back together again the moment he hums as an answer and you smash your lips onto his. It’s borderline intimacy; the way your tongue infiltrates his mouth and the feeling of your plush lips on his. When he tilts his head for a better angle and you hum in response, he’s sure you’re about to win an Emmy, an Oscar, a fucking Tony.

The way the both of you manage to sway slowly to the music at the same time might earn you a Grammy as well; you were a great fucking performer—no, a great fucking kisser.

Sunghoon was going to thank Heeseung.

He was going to kiss the ground he walks on the next time he see’s him outside of the club.

Shit, he’ll name his first born after him.

You were perfect.

—

Shortly after your two’s make-out session that lasted longer than it probably should’ve, you were quick to interlace his fingers with yours and pull him over to your friends where you left your purse. After gathering your belongings and saying goodbye to your friends after a couple awkward moments of them interrogating a swollen-lipped Sunghoon, you quite literally drag him out of the club.

“Where’s your car?” You ask the still blushy and dazed beauty, and you can’t help but smile as you admire the way the moonlight hits his pale skin.

“M-my car? Oh, it’s over here.” He stutters out before taking the lead, guiding you to his car by the hand. After unlocking it, he then opens the passenger door for you and holds out a hand to aid you with getting in. After you take his hand and sit down, Sunghoon smiles your way before closing the door softly. You take this moment to let go of the breath you were holding, the butterflies going crazy again and mind squealing because you don’t think anyone’s ever done that for you before.

It only takes a few seconds for Sunghoon to run around and get in, then he’s starting the car and buckling himself in pretty quick which makes you laugh. “What’s the rush? Can’t wait to get me home?” You chuckle as he pulls out of the club parking space whilst checking his review mirrors.

He laughs too despite his nerves, and you catch sight of his canines again.

Would it hurt if he bit me-

“No, I just thought it’d be good for the theatrics. What if your friends came out of the club?” He smiles, driving out of the parking lot.

This makes you snort.

“Right, of course! Damn, you really thought this through didn’t you? You should become a scriptwriter.” You say playfully.

Sunghoon’s eyes shift back and forth between you and the road a couple times, his smile never faltering.

“That’s actually kind of funny because, I kind of write as a side job.” He confirms.

This makes your eyes widen pleasantly.

“A writing side job? Okay director, actor, writer, dancer—What else do you do? What’s your main thing?” You decide to ask, but not without throwing in a joke.

“Dancer? Are you making fun of me?” He laughs out, coming up on a red-light.

You chuckle and face him, “No?! Your moves are what entranced me before I even danced with you!”

He squints his eyes at you and the car comes to a halt, so he decides to roll his long sleeves up his arms.

“I’ll have you know, I’m a figure-skater on the side too, so i actually can decently dance. But before I tell you what I really do, where exactly am I taking you?” He asks, a new-found comfort finding home in his demeanor. You stare at him for a bit, forcing yourself to keep your eyes up at his face and not on his now exposed veiny arms.

“Uhh, I’m not going to lie—I kind of want shaved-ice. Can we get some?” You ask randomly, voice getting tinier in embarrassment as the words leave your lips.

What?

Maybe you were hungry.

Maybe you wanted more time with pretty boy.

Maybe it was a bit of both.

“I’m always up for some ice cream,” He laughs out, “…but is anything even open right now?”

Your face grows a little hot at the realization that oh fuck it’s two in the morning and he’s right. “Oh, I didn’t even realize…” You mumble.

“We can go to the gas station for a slushy or something still?” Sunghoon proposes, pressing lightly on the gas as the light turns green and immediately shifting lanes to drive to the next 24-hour gas station.

“Please? Sorry if i’m asking for too much.” You say quietly as you sink into your seat; every fiber of confidence in your body suddenly vanishing.

“You don’t need to apologize, I know a nice park close to this gas station where we can drink the slushies.” He says without much thought. This makes you smile wholeheartedly again.

“A park? Is that where you murder me in cold blood? Or are you going to push me on the swing?” You joke, heart feeling very full because; he wants to stick around.

He wants to talk longer.

Now it’s Sunghoon’s turn to sink into his seat as he once again regrets spewing the first words that come to mind. He was usually so careful and quiet before he responds to others, too.

What were you doing to him?

“No! The park kind of just came to mind. Sorry, we don’t have to-“

“No! I want to go. You don’t need to apologize.” You state, repeating his earlier comforting words.

He goes silent, a smile making its way back onto his face as he pulls into the gas station and parks. He takes another moment to smile at you again as he unbuckles himself. You reciprocate it shyly before you’re both getting out of the car and making your way into the store.

“I can fill mine faster than you can.” You say as you two come up on the slushy aisle. Sunghoon can’t help but let a chuckle out at your playfulness.

“I’m not going to race you, I want multiple flavors.” He says through a smile as he grabs two cups and hands you one. You just roll your eyes at him and sigh at his lack of childishness. “True…”

Sunghoon frowns for a second—was he ruining the mood?

“Fine, I’ll race you,” He starts, “…but we have to do half one flavor, half another.”

You smile his way; this double flavor slushy action being right up your alley. “Don’t cry when you lose.”

And so you race.

Everything was going fine.

You were in the lead as the banana flavored drink flowed faster than his pink strawberry dispenser could even keep up with—this sparks a laugh from your lips when Sunghoon groans out of frustration and furrows his brows.

“Ha!”

“Well, you have to do this flavor next for it to be fair!”

“Shut up, I’m trying to focus!”

You both quickly focus in on your drinks that fill to the halfway mark before quickly maneuvering around eachother in a fit of laughter in order to dispense the next flavor.

“I’m going to win-“

“What’s that sound?”

Before you both can comprehend where that sudden high-pitched ringing was coming from, Sunghoon’s slushy machine is filling up his cup at the speed of light as banana slushy squirts quick into the bottom, forcing his lid completely off. The cold sticky drink is shooting quick into the air from off the bottom of his cup and soaks every thing in its wake—including the pretty beauty-marked man.

“What the fuck!” You scream as it happens, backing away and getting splattered on only a bit. Sunghoon is silent the whole time, his eyes tightly scrunched closed.

There’s a few moments of shocking silence before staff is rushing over and apologizing, spewing incoherent statements like; “Fuck, Jungwon! Niki forgot to put the sign up before he left his shift!” and “Jay, please tell me you’re lying.”

You can’t help but place a hand over your mouth to keep yourself from laughing when Sunghoon’s eyes open and glare at you through dirty lenses. You quickly rush to get some napkins along with a sunny-eyed staff member.

“Are you okay? I guess you won…”

“Y/n.” He utters your name for the first time, and even though it’s in a threatening manner, the flutters of various colorful wings inside you are sent into a frenzy again.

“What? I’m sorry, okay, i’ll shut up.” You laugh out, helping him wipe cold banana liquid off of his nice shirt. “We’re so sorry sir! Feel free to use any other flavor whilst we get this mess cleaned up. Your drinks are on us.” Say’s the apparent manager who’s name tag was labeled Kim Sunoo.

“Thank you!” You respond for the now cold and shivering Sunghoon.

“This shit is so cold, i don’t think i want it anymore.” Sunghoon borderline wines as he cleans his glasses. This makes you laugh again as your finger goes to wipe slushy off his jaw. Without thinking, you suck the liquid off your finger.

“Hey, this just means you’re twice as sweet.” You say, giving him a thumbs up and winking just like Heeseung as you watch him change colors.

Park Sunghoon get a grip, you were not supposed to be attracted to that.

“Okay! We can go now, banana boy.” You state after filling two drinks up very carefully.

Sunghoon just continues to shake and glare at you as he walks side-by-side with you to the car. When you both get inside, he’s quick to turn the heater on dispite it being the middle of June.

“Y/n, I don’t think i can get out of the car, I’m so cold right now.” He sighs out as he parks the car. You had both now arrived down the street at the park he was talking about before, and despite it being so pretty with the green grassy field and cute little playground; Sunghoon’s discomfort was more important to you.

You watch as he seems to sip happily on his now free blueberry slushy and you can’t help but laugh at this whilst Sunghoon bashfully smiles because he’s the cause of it.

Man, he wanted it on a record. He’d jump in a pool of any flavor slush you wanted him to if it meant he’d hear you laugh like this again.

“Fine. We can stay.” You say, leaning back into his passenger seat as you side eye him whilst still giggling.

He closes his eyes in a tired thanks as he too sinks into his seat.

“Okay, now you can tell me who you are. Spill your guts banana boy.”

Sunghoon opens his eyes to glare again. “I will drop you off at the gas station and leave you there if you keep that up.” He jokes, resting his head on the head rest and turning his face to look at you through his lashes and lenses.

You blush as you smirk playfully. “Okay okay, I’ll bring it down a notch i guess. Now tell me.”

Sunghoon sighs.

Is this the part where he tells you how much of a loser he really is?

“Well…I’m actually a…uh-“ He stutters out.

“Just tell me. I won’t judge.” You say, a genuine welcoming smile gracing your face as you tilt your head to be basically face to face with his. He smiles, and you watch as his eyes trail over your features.

“I’m an app developer.”

Your brows furrow at this.

“What? That’s not something to be embarrassed about. What type of apps do you make?”

Sunghoon sighs and faces forward.

“I make dating apps.”

Oh.

“But not even the ones that work, it’s the ones that you have to buy into in order to get decent matches.” He mutters, and it’s almost like he feels dead talking about what he does for a living. His eyes are blank. Mind is back to racing and worrying.

Oh.

You frown.

“Ah, so this isn’t your first love scheme then…I’m not your first love scheme.” You say, smiling and staring over at him, tone very supportive and lighthearted.

He looks back over to you and smiles lightly.

“Nope.”

Sunghoon wants to die.

“Well…look on the bright side, somewhere out there is a love scheme that you had a hand in that actually backfired on your silly little app. Like, imagine two people from one of your apps came together when they weren’t supposed to. Yet, somehow…they work just right.” You ramble on, hopeless romantic thoughts that were usually burried deep within spraying out like they were banana slushy.

When you come back to reality, you’re met with Sunghoon’s piercing eyes on you.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

There’s goes the eye contact again.

“I never really thought about it like that.” He says, and his hand mindlessly lifts in order to play with the ends of your hair.

You smile, the butterflies now evolving to produce a hot sensation that spreads through your body.

“Yeah, it’s like a perfect love scheme. It’s not supposed to work—yet, it does.” You say, reaching out for his glasses and taking them off his face altogether. You go ahead and place them on your own face, smiling at him the whole time with this idiotic grin.

Sunghoon blushes and reciprocates your smile. He couldn’t see shit now but you were so hot. What the fuck was he going to do??

“Thank you.” He manages to whisper, still staring your way. He doesn’t know specifically for what, but just….thank you.

Thank you for understanding. Thank you for being so inviting. Thank you for even looking his way. Thank you for listening. Thank you for seeing the best in every terrible situation he’s had today. Thank you for existing.

Just, thank you.

You can only muster a nod as the quiet engulfs the warm air between you two. When you finally avert your eyes to take a sip of your slushy, a slurping noise is what finally breaks the silence and garners an embarrassed laugh from the both of you in response.

“Okay Miss love scheme. Why are you avoiding love?” He finally manages to ask, this burning curiosity filling his thoughts the more he spent time with you.

You frown at him.

“Well damn, that’s a packed question.” You chuckle out, kind of taken aback.

“Is it? You seem quite openly avoidant of love, so I thought this was an easy conversation.” He reasons. “We’re a love scheme to trick your friends into thinking you’re giving love a chance.”

You frown harder.

Oh, yeah.

Right.

“Well…To be honest, I’m not sure.” You utter as you look out the front window in thought.

“I think love avoids me.”

Sunghoon just snorts.

You snap your head over to him in question before leaning forward and resting your head on the dashboard rest.

“What? I’m being serious.”

“Is this what they call a beige flag? It doesn’t feel red or green really.” He says jokingly, his body leaning forward to rest his head and arms on the wheel to meet you face to face again.

“Sunghoon what does that even mean?”

“I don’t know—I just feel like you’re a walking beige flag. You seem to be emotionally available but act like you’re not for whatever reason-“

“Act like I’m not?”

“Yes, you act. You’re a walking love scheme.”

Your face twists into almost hurt.

“That doesn’t really sound like a compliment.”

“It is one because you’re like the perfect version you were talking about,” He says, “…you’re like a perfect love scheme.”

The silence that follows his words is nerve-racking, and you can attribute it to the mutual understanding that a perfect love scheme in itself is a perfectly imperfect thing. Something that happens when it’s not supposed to, yet works out just right. Something worthy of a chance—one could go as far as to say it was something strung by fate.

Through the long silence between you both, you try to gather your thoughts in order to stop your fast-beating heart. After a few minutes of you both in deep thought, you start to take note of Sunghoon’s sleepy form getting very comfortable against the wheel.

“Y/n-“ Sunghoon starts before being cut off by his own yawn, “…quit limiting your love potential—especially if it’s what you desire deep down.” He says like it’s the most simple thing on Earth, just as his eyes struggle to stay open.

A smile makes its way onto your face. You watch as Sunghoon quite literally falls asleep on the wheel of his car, pretty dark long lashes resting against his pale cheeks, beauty marks adorning him perfectly.

He was perfect.

—

Sunghoon wakes up to the sound of a car honking, almost startling him into a heart attack. He doesn’t know where he is for a good five minutes and it takes him another two to realize that he’s in a car in general. His head hurts, he feels sticky, and his neck is so sore from laying forward on the wheel all night.

Why the fuck am I sleeping behind the wheel?

A little blurry look around and he spots a slushy cup.

Wait…

The memories come racing back to him like a banana slushy to the ceiling, and suddenly he remembers it all; why he’s sticky, why he’s in his car parked in front of a playground, why he’s in his party atire and why he feels so giddy at the sight of a slushy cup.

You.

He scans his passenger and back seat and when they both come up negative, he starts to wonder if it was all just a dream.

Where did you go?

He remembers the dancing, your friends, the gas station, sitting in the car and talking; your laugh.

The love scheme.

Could you have really left without a trace?

Did he say some dumb shit when he was tired that scared you off?

He didn’t even get to take you home.

It’s only when he turns on his car do the windshield wipers go ballistic and a yellow piece of paper swiping back and forth across his front window answers his many questions. It takes three seconds tops for him to turn off his car, get out of it, and run around to the front so he could grab the note. His smile is so cheesy and bright, and he probably looks a mess as he goes to sit on the hood of his car to read it.

It’s like it’s the ultimate answer to everything—the feeling stirring in his stomach reminded him of passing notes to pretty girls in grade school with the papers littered in boxes you could check yes or no off of. He felt the time it took to unfold the paper was like a thousand years too—had Christmas come early?

When he finally managed to read the words written on the note he feels his heart just might combust.

banana boy, if you’re reading this, a friend came to pick me up when i woke up this morning. no matter what i did, you wouldn’t wake up…that seems like a beige flag to me idk. anyways, here’s my number if you’d like to stop scheming with me: 000-000-0000. if you still want to scheme, i’m sorry, i can’t anymore. someone told me to stop limiting my love potential. — y/n

Sunghoon doesn’t know what country he’s saved in his previous life, and as he rethinks every good deed he’s ever done to come up with an explanation for you and the ten digits on this yellow paper, he swears his cheeks start to hurt from smiling so hard.

Laying back on the hood of his car, he places his arm over his face as he can no longer contain the chuckles that leave his mouth.

You were real.

Your pretty smile as you chuckled at his stupid jokes in the darkness of his car. Your smirks and frowns and the glint behind your irises. He remembers the laughs and the not-so-subtle touches, and last but certainly not least, he remembers your soft lips on his at the night club earlier that night.

He met you in the club for christ’s sake.

A love scheme personified was what you both were; completely placed on paths that weren’t supposed to meet at all, let alone enjoy that meeting. It was almost laughable, because he swears he more than just enjoyed that meeting a little bit; why did he feel…changed?

Sunghoon no longer felt the need to ever go home because that’s where you weren’t. He can’t help but think about how no matter how sticky the situation got the day before, the way you laughed and supported him through the day, and merely how you simply saw him, had him feeling you were more than just a potential future-fling.

Sunghoon was going to quit his job.

Sunghoon was going to spend his life trying to find the person who said you couldn’t find love in the club so he could shove a banana down their throat.

Sunghoon was completely and utterly taken by the thought of you; no schemes involved.

He’d like to thank the academy, his pushy fucked up friends, his mother for birthing him—no!

Your mother for birthing you.

“Ah…my neck really fucking hurts,” He mutters through a chuckle and pretty upturned lips as he stares up into the bright blue sky. “…I should call Heeseung and Jake,”

“…or should I call her now?”

“…would that be lame?”

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♡ please do not plagarize, repost, copy or translate any of my works. thank you.

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bunniesnuggie · 1 year

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ethan landry as a caregiver

ethan landry x hyper fem little!reader

summary: just some headcanons of our favorite nerd as a first time caregiver 💕

*this is a non-ghostface au, he’s alive and not a stabby boy 👍🏻💗

*not proofed*

quick lil heads up - i’ve literally never seen scream 6… and have no idea who anyone is except ethan so, keep that in mind. but i still have been kinda obsessed with him lately :3

♡finds out by coming home early from class and finding you fully regressed in his dorm

he’s so cute; he didn’t even know anything was “wrong” at first. just enjoying the sight of his adorable girlfriend laying on his bed in his shirt cuddling the build a bears you made for each other, watching barbie movies. that is, until you yelped and leaped off the bed, and literally started crying. traumatized him ™️

♡ himbo DID NOT understand,

he will never EVER judge you. but did have to do research b4 fully getting it, like cutiepie was reading phyc books during his classes and reading different posts online 💕but didn’t say anything abt it to you tho. just kinda became a mama bear one day 😭 he does ask you lots of questions when your big tho

♡ once he does get it tho…. OH BOY

he had no idea he would love taking care of someone so much, this is both of your guys first relationships. everything is new, this is no different to him than learning your favorite things or how you like to be comforted. he knows this is simply coping for you, and he would do anything for you. so helping you heal you inner child is nothing out of the question

♡ soft casual dominance is kinda already his thing, so it comes naturally

so he’s used to tying you shoes for you, holding your hand out in public, he’ll order you food and talk to strangers for you. so when he does become your caregiver, the dynamic in public isn’t really that different 🫶🏻

♡ bathtime, playtime, naps!!!

he loves spending time with you while your regressed!! he colors with you and totally plays dolls or dress up. he’s very pretty and loves when you tell him so while putting clips in his hair☺️

♡ lego bf!

literally buys you sm lego sets, easier ones like duplo for when ur smaller and the more complex “adult” ones for date night :}

♡ he also gets vv invested in your shows and stuffies lives

“he did WHAT?!? why would he do that, can’t he tell that is not Ariel????? i mean her hair isn’t even RED!!!” 🤬🤬 becomes an angry boi. he totally spills the tea with ur stuffies during tea parties😗

♡ makes sure you guys go on “little” dates at least twice a month

you guys are basically attached at the hip, young love and all, so dates are frequent. but when he became ur caregiver, he wanted to make sure you knew he wanted to do this and be there for you 1000%. he also wanted to help you with regressing regularly to help you cope with stress. you once told him that you hadn’t regressed once in like 5 months and it was not fun when you finally did, he learned abt “improper” regression that night and never wanted to let it happen to you again 🥹

♡ embodies spider-man!bf energy

he LOVES the hellokitty!gf x spider-man!bf trends. he literally thinks it was made for you guys nerd. makes you bracelets that say bunny and daddy on it, his is red a blue and urs is pink and white, awe💕💕lowkey feel like he’d dress up as spider-man for halloween too

♡ speaking of nicknames, say good bye to ur real name

even before he found out you were a little, it was always sweetheart, bunny, angel, pretty girl, baby, princess etc that boy loves you so much and he shows it. after though he added in little one, babybug, tiny, dolly…anything that makes you feel especially small

♡ literally always carrying you

this man is 6’2, he makes chad look small he towers over you and absolutely loves it. so he takes advantage of it when he can, piggyback rides are a common occurrence. he loves just holding you in his lap, seeing ur tiny body take up such little space and fit perfectly on him, makes him 🫠

♡ is SO SOO protective

people take him for granted, thinking he’s just some sweet, docile nerd who loves econ. and while that is true, bby can kick butt and will for you. he doesn’t let anyone near you while regressed, heck or even see pictures of you regressed. that is your safe space. he will be damned if he lets anyone taint it. he also asked of you would be ok with him monitoring you socials while small, especially if you have agere accounts. he does not take anon hate lightly and will not tolerate any nsfw accounts trying to interact with you

♡ he just loves you so much and wants u to always be happy

like i said he will do absolutely anything for you, that boy loves you more than anything in the world. he shows it to you every day, whether that be in big space by showering you with kisses and complements, showing you off in public with an uncomfy amount of pda. or in the comfort of your room, surrounded by stuffies and coloring books while your dada reads you a story 💗

a/n: ahhhh i’m back!!!! sorry it’s literally been like….a year👀i haven’t regressed in a very very long time and just haven’t had motivation to post :( i’ve also been obsessed with new ppl so i’ve been writhing non-eddie stuff lately :3 anywho here’s a lil smth smth and hopefully i’ll be posting a bit again. i want to write abt barry from obx but idk if anyone would care or read it 😭😭might just draft that one for me lol. i’ve also got a lot of requests and wips to finish so it’s just up to me to write them 🫠😭

*i’ll be updating my character list to included the new ppl i want to write about!!!

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gatitties · 4 months

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HEY HEY HOW R U DOING. ITS FINALLY CHRISTMAS TIME SO MERRY CHRIMUH (2023 passed too fast…) im the one who asked for the strawhats x anxiety! Teen! Reader!!!! And im an angsty person so I just wanna ask…

Can you write Strawhats x struggling! Teen! Reader?? It’s the exact same reader btw, they’re strong and kind and helpful and so sweet, has a tough exterior even if they’re just a kid and the youngest on the ship. And when I mean struggling I mean that they deal with self h*te, their anxiety got worse and so on. They didn’t plan to tell the crew but the crew has noticed their behavior. How they go to their room instead of playing with them like they used to, how they just sit down and zone out, a habit of their’s being to put their hand up to their face and rub in annoyance and stress just like they do with the hand on the chest when they’re anxious. The crew sees them being gloomy when they’re alone or whenever the adults look away (putting on the facade) and the reader doesn’t look like they’re taking care of themselves and they’re looking tired and unmotivated.

(kinda describing me a lil bit I just wanna see my comfort characters react to this sorta thing-)

And they finally confront her about it and after some convincing they finally spill all thats inside and get the love that they don’t think they deserve!!! I love angst sorry…

(Before I wrote this I checked through your rules to see if this kinda thing wasn’t allowed. I didn’t see anything opposing my idea but just know that if you feel uncomfy with this sorta thing then thats ok and you can just ignore this ask.❤️ Or maybe you could reply with a little “no” just so me and others know that ur not ok with it. I wanna be respectful!)

ANYWAY I HOPE U HAVE A GOOD CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR. PLEASE AND TY.

─Strawhats x teen!reader (platonic)

─Summary: You thought everything would be fine after your anxiety attacks subsided, but it was just the calm before your mind played with you.

─Warnings: none

(Related post)

ayy sorry I'm a little late with this one but here it is 😭, I hope you had a good Christmas, that you started the year on the right foot and may everything go well for now!! 😌

─ You thought your anxiety attacks would end once you confessed how you felt to the crew, partially accepting their help, and while it worked for a while, you went back into your shell.

─ The mind of adolescents is incredibly moldable, and yours decided to take the most contemptuous path towards yourself, the attacks were controlled, but the self-hatred that you began to feel towards yourself made them return.

─ You felt guilty and your pride did not allow you to seek help a second time, feeling that you would be more of a nuisance to the rest.

─ Your appearance underwent changes as well as your behaviors, your energy was drained, you began to lock yourself in your room more, not be present at group celebrations…

─ Eventually they noticed your sudden change again, everything was fine and from one day to the next you become like a stranger with them again, Robin could notice it instantly.

─ All your actions gave you away, but Chopper recognized the signs of anxiety, your rapid breathing, your eyes moving uncontrollably, although he did not understand why you touched your face so much, he thought it was one of the causes of your anxiety.

─ They accepted that you were a stubborn teenager, but this had to be nipped in the bud just as Nami said once she found out that your anxiety attacks had gotten worse lately, since the indirect way of helping wasn't working now.

─ It was much more stressful for you that they decided to confront you directly, since you used to run away from conversations related to your well-being, being something that you feel insecure talking about, you preferred to avoid it.

─ You tried to escape from that talk with bad excuses, but Sanji's kindness made you sit in the chair like a scolded child.

─ Jinbe silenced Luffy because he knew that he was going to be too direct with you, and although they wanted to be, they needed a little tact to talk to you, Usopp took care of that.

─ You avoided eye contact for most of the talk, not wanting to confront them while you spoke.

─ Again, you ended up crying as you let your feelings come to light, you felt trapped enough to let it all out, much more sincerely than the previous time, feeling a little embarrassed by your cruel thoughts towards you.

─ Luffy scolded you again, but he gave you the best hug you could have received in years, everyone joined in afterwards, except Zoro, who watched from afar with a small smile.

─ You felt calmer after the talk, but it will still be difficult for you to express yourself about how you feel, they assured you that it was okay, that it was okay to want to have some time alone when you feel bad, but that they will always be there to help you with all your problems whatever they are.

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engie-ivy · 2 years

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In short: Wolfstar And They Were Roommates Coffee Shop AU Idiots in Love

Marlene meets Remus, who's looking for a new place to live, as he can't deal with his feelings for his roommate anymore. So when Marlene’s coworker Sirius tells her that his roommate is moving out, it seems like a good idea to bring him into contact with Remus. Marlene may have missed something, though.

And They Were/Are/Will Be Roommates

Remus had been nervous for this moment. He’s usually not very good at talking to strangers, but he knows that if he wants to be considered for the room, he’s going to have to get along with the other tenants. Remus had responded to an add from the girls living in the house, looking for a new roommate now that one of them has moved in with her boyfriend. Miraculously, they’ve invited Remus over for an initial meeting.

His nerves only increased when he saw the girls.

They’re the cool, confident kind of girls whom Remus would’ve admired from afar, but never would’ve dared to talk to. The redhead with her captivating emerald eyes, the tall blond with her edgy style, the petit brunette with her feisty attitude. It triggered a lot of Remus’ old insecurities. He was half expecting these beautiful girls to laugh in his face upon realizing this awkward, weird guy thought he could be their new roommate.

But to his surprise, they seem to be hitting it off.

The conversation flows easily, and before Remus knows it, they’re all talking animatedly. Remus is drawn to Lily’s kindness, Marlene’s sarcasm, and Mary’s cheerful energy. They, in return, seem to appreciate Remus’ dry wit. They chat about their degrees, jobs, hometowns, favourite books, and whatnot.

“So, Remus,” Marlene says at some point. “Why are you actually looking for a new place to live?”

“Oh, it’s just...” Remus averts his eyes and shrugs. “Roommate issues.”

Mary scrunches up her nose. “Bad roommates are the worst. What do they do? Leave their dishes in the sink?”

“Sing in the shower?”

“Leave their hair in the drain?”

“Or dirty socks in the living room?”

“Play loud music late at night?”

“Let you do all the cooking?”

“Leave mouldy food in the fridge?”

“Sneak into your room late at night and watch you sleep?”

“What? No! No, none of that.” Remus runs a hand through his hair. “I mean, yeah, he does sing in the shower, but I kinda really like that about him? He sounds so happy and carefree when he’s singing just for himself. We actually put on this terribly corny music while doing the dishes together, and sing along really loudly. It almost makes doing the dishes the best part of the day! True, he’s not the best cook, so I usually take it up, but he’ll make me my favourite tea every morning, exactly the way I like it. And on Sunday, he’ll get up early to go to the bakery and get me fresh cinnamon buns for breakfast. He’s just so kind, and he always knows how to make me smile, and that’s... Well, and that’s just the fucking problem, innit?” Remus let’s out a deep sigh. “You see, I’ve gone and fallen head over heels in love with him.”

Mary looks thoughtful. “So the problem actually is that he doesn’t sneak into your room late at night?”

Remus chuckles, but then shakes his head. “I’ve never been very good at self-care, but I can’t keep living in the same apartment as him, being around him all the time, while he’s just there being this stupidly amazing person.”

Lily gives him a sympathetic smile. “That does sound like a mental health liability.”

The girls exchange a look. Then turn back to Remus.

“Shite, we were hoping you’d be an arse,” Mary sighs.

“You see,” Marlene says. “This girl we know, Dorcas, she’s just gotten out of an abusive relationship, and she’ll be kicked out on the street. She has nowhere to go, so we have actually just decided she can have the room...”

“We’re very sorry,” Lily adds.

“Not at all!” Remus quickly says. “I understand. Sounds like she needs it more than me.”

“We do really like you,” Mary assures him. “We totally should hang out again!”

“Yes,” Lily agrees. “We may not be able to give you a new place to live, but we can give you new friendships!” She cringes. “Oh god, did that sound as lame to you as it did to me?”

Remus laughs. “It kinda did, but I agree! It would be great if we ‘can still be friends’.”

Marlene snorts, but then she notices the time. “Oh shite.” She jumps to her feet. “It’s that late already? I’ve got to go! I said I’d jump in with the midday shift. It was lovely to meet you, Remus. I’ll keep an eye out for anyone having a room available. And of course, I hope to see you again soon,” she says, while already rushing out the door.

“It is indeed later than I thought,” Lily says, turning to Remus. “Would you like to stay for lunch, or is your roommate expecting you?”

“No, he’s at work,” Remus replies. “So I’d love to stay!”

“And how’d you like your coffee?”

Sirius’ voice sounds flat, monotone.

The customer leans on the counter. “I’d like it hot, please.” He eyes Sirius up and down. “Quite like my barista.”

“One hot coffee coming up,” Sirius says, giving no reaction to the customer’s obvious flirting, his face an impassive mask.

Sirius makes the coffee like a robot. “Here you go.” He sounds like a robot too. “Would you like anything to eat with that?”

“No thank you, darling. The eye-candy is more than enough for me.”

“That’ll be one pound seventy-five, please.”

The customer blinks. He pays, and walks away, looking rather dejected.

“Sirius!” Marlene hisses, dragging Sirius to the side as the lunch rush dies down a little. “Even if you’re not into it, can you at least be kind to the customers flirting with you? You know that eighty percent of our tip jar depends on you being cute!”

“I’m sorry, Marls,” Sirius sighs. “I’m just... really not feeling it today.”

Marlene eyes him. “What is with you?

“It’s my roommate,” Sirius mumbles, looking at the floor.

“Ah,” Marlene sits down on the counter. “Another instalment of Pining Sirius and the Cute Roommate. How did he turn your brain into mush this time? Sweaterpaws? Giggling the whole time while trying to tell a joke? Biting his lip while thinking? Ranting about his favourite book for an hour? Wearing your jacket?”

“He’s moving out.”

“Shite.”

“Shite, indeed,” Sirius wholeheartedly agrees.

“Are you gonna be in trouble with rent?” Marlene asks, concerned. “You know that Alice just moved in with Frank, and we’ve actually been interviewing potential new roommates. There were some great people that we couldn’t pick. I can give you their contact information so you can-”

“Rent’s fine,” Sirius interrupts. “It’s just... I really liked living with him, y’know?”

“Yeah,” Marlene says softly. “I know.”

“I know we’re only roommates,” Sirius says. “And it was always going to be temporary, but... Fuck, Marlene. He just felt like home.”

“Do you know why he’s moving out?” Marlene asks.

Sirius shakes his head. “He won’t tell me. Which just confirms my suspicion that it must be something I did.”

A customer just walked up to the counter. “Excuse me, you’ve made my coffee wrong, it’s-”

Sirius puts his head in his hands and exclaims “Why do I always have to ruin everything?”

The customer gives a start. “I mean, it’s not that bad. I just... never tasted coffee with salt instead of sugar before. It’s... an acquired taste, that’s all.” He puts five pounds into the tip jar before slowly backing away.

Marlene makes a mental note that she should really remember that for next time a customer comes to complain, before she grabs Sirius’ arm and drags him to the back. She sits Sirius down on a chair and notices to her horror there are tears glistening in his eyes.

“None of this!” Marlene says firmly, placing her hands on her hips. “You listen to me. If he doesn’t tell you what the fuck his problem is, then it’s nothing you can fix, and then it’s not your fucking fault! Besides, you are much too cute to be crying over some guy.”

Sirius gives her a weak smile, that looks all but convincing.

Marlene pinches the bridge of her nose. “You know what, no. I’m not going to let you wallow in self-pity, so here’s what were going to do. The girls and I just interviewed this super nice guy today. Unfortunately, our free room had just been taken, but that’s good news for you! He can be your new roommate, and help you get over the old roommate. Sirius, this guy is super cute, like, you won’t believe.”

Sirius doesn’t look very enthusiastic. “I highly doubt a new roommate who isn’t him is going to help me much, no matter how cute he is. But I suppose I am going to need someone to chip in with the rent, so I might as well give your guy a chance.”

“I’ll set up a meeting,” Marlene promises, before pulling Sirius into a hug. “I know it sucks right now, but you’ll be okay.”

A few days later, Marlene has the closing shift together with Sirius, and after they’ve locked up the coffee shop, they go to Marlene’s place together. Mary’s got a date, and Lily will be in the library studying until late, so Marlene has invited Remus over to meet Sirius.

Sirius is still down and uncharacteristically quiet. From what Marlene has heard, things have been rough between Sirius and his roommate these last few days. His roommate hasn’t found a new place yet, but while still living with Sirius, he seems to be trying to avoid him. It hurts Sirius, and the atmosphere between them has gotten tense.

Looking at Sirius now, Marlene starts to doubt whether this was such a good idea. She was hoping Sirius and Remus would distract each other from their love-sickness, and find support in each other as fellow-sufferers, but now she fears they’ll just bring each other down to wallow in their shared misery. She really hopes she’s not accidentally creating the most depressing household ever.

“He should be here soon,” Marlene says, once she has sat Sirius down on the couch with a drink.

“Mmm,” is Sirius’ only response.

“Could you... try to look a little pleased to meet him once he gets here?”

Before Sirius can answer her though, the doorbell rings.

“Ah, there he is. Be friendly,” Marlene reminds Sirius, before walking into the hallway to open the door.

“Hi! Glad you could make it!”

“Of course,” Remus smiles. “I’m glad you thought about me.” He sighs, and Marlene notices that he looks tired, like he’s had a rough few days. “I really do need to get out of that apartment.”

“Well, come on!” Marlene says, taking his arm and dragging him towards the living room, where Sirius gets to his feet the moment they enter.

“So this is him,” Marlene tells Remus. “The guy who needs a new roommate, as his current one will be moving out. He’s been pining after that guy long enough anyhow, so I’d say time to move on,” she adds with a chuckle. Then she turns to Sirius, who’s staring at Remus wide-eyed. “And this is the guy I’ve been telling you about! The one who needs a new place to live, because he might have accidentally caught feelings for his current roommate, and it’s starting to mess with his head.”

“Sirius!”

“Remus?”

“You two know each other?”

“Yeah,” Sirius says slowly, not taking his eyes off Remus. “He’s my roommate.”

“Well, that was decided quickly! I thought you would’ve needed some more time to get to know each other and-”

“No,” Sirius interrupts. “He’s my current roommate.”

“Oh. Oh.” Marlene looks from Sirius to Remus and back. “Please tell me you don’t have a third roommate you’re now finding out you’re both desperately in love with?”

“No,” Sirius says slowly, still only looking at Remus. “It’s just the two of us.”

“You’re in love with me,” Remus suddenly says.

“You’re in love with me,” Sirius says.

“You’re in love with each other!” Marlene says, clapping her hands in delight. “This is perfect! You were both pining! After each other! And now you can stop! And even better, now no one has to move! Let’s be honest, moving is the worst. Really, it seems like you’re-” She looks at Sirius and Remus again. “-like you’re not listening to a word I’m saying, are you?”

Sirius and Remus are looking at each intently, their gazes locked, Remus’ mouth slightly opened, Sirius’ pupils blown wide.

“I... should probably give you a moment,” Marlene says, slowly moving back towards the door. Right before she closes the door, she sees how they practically pounce at each other, Remus wrapping his arms around Sirius’ neck, Sirius wrapping his arms around Remus’ waist, their bodies pressed flush against each other, and their lips crashing together, which they’ve probably both been waiting a very long time to do.

“And as it turned out, they were roommates!” Marlene concludes the story, before pouring herself another glass.

She and Mary are sitting on the couch drinking wine, while Marlene has been recounting the whole story.

Mary gasps. “Oh my god, they were roommates!”

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abiiors · 4 months

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Okay okay okay but what about the reader being married to Ross but she’s really tired that he’s always out of the house in the studio with new singers until late and she’s always alone and he kinda neglects their marrige and doesn’t realize it? And it’s super angsty because she would do anything for him, but he’s never there for her anymore. Like something along the lines of Tove Lo’s “true romance” - ‘We are meant to be, I'd die for love and loyalty’, because the reader just feels that Ross doesn’t care about her anymore and would rather spent time with those other girls until late - because that’s what he does everyday

i’ve been thinking about this for a while, idk if this makes any sense 😭😭

why... would you make me think of this you're evil 😭😭 i changed it a little bit because i just cannot make him that much of an asshole :( but here you gooo

your footsteps echo in the house as you walk up to the kitchen counter. it happens a lot these days, this echo around your house. it's a constant reminder of how this place remains empty more often than not; even on days when both you and ross are in town.

first, it was because he wanted to work on the new album in solitude. you were supportive, giving him as much space as possible. then when the recording started, he basically turned into a machine, staying at the studio till odd hours of the morning. all he had time for at home was to have dinner and pass out.

you see it all on twitter, all the updates on his life--what he's wearing for the day, what his hair looks like--all through the screen of your phone, all next to fans and strangers alike. he always looks the same in them, smiling and happy and like a proper rockstar. but the rare few times you see him his eyes are glazed over, there are tired circles under his eyes. and you've lost count of how many times he's fallen asleep halfway through conversations.

at this point, you can count on one hand how many times you've seen him in the last month. and you're supposed to be living together for fuck’s sake!

"you’re home," his voice comes from somewhere behind you, making you jump out of your skin.

"jesus, ross! don’t do that," you press a hand to your chest, trying your best to keep the irritation out of your voice. it bleeds through anyway.

"do what?" he asks nonchalantly and the irritation bubbles up more and more to the surface. your skin feels uncomfortably warm, almost like a rash might break out if you tried to swallow your anger anymore.

"nothing," you shake your head, "you’re home today…" the sentence trails off, unsure and awkward. ross raises an eyebrow.

"yes, it’s a sunday. and this is my house too remember.’ there's an unexpected bite to his voice, something that almost makes you flinch.

the snark makes you retort. "well, you have been using it as a hotel an awful lot lately." you turn your back to him, making your way back to your bedroom.

when did he even come back? where did he even sleep? the made looks unmade only on your side, his is still arranged neatly. just as cold and untouched as it was last night.

ross follows you because this fight, or argument, or whatever it is, is clearly not over.

"what’s that supposed to mean?" he stops at the threshold, arms crossed in front of his chest.

you turn around to look at him. he looks like the same ross as always, with long hair, and a rough beard you've always adored. he's wearing the t-shirt you bought for him a long time ago, back when you still bought surprise gifts for each other. it strains over his arms--old and faded and familiar in a jarring way because there is nothing familiar about him right. nothing familiar about the way he stands there and looks at you. he looks like your ross and yet looking at him makes you feel…nothing.

"don’t act dumb, ross," you retort. suddenly there's no more energy in your body. suddenly it's all so tiring and weary that you have to stop whatever you're doing and sit on the edge of the bed. "do you even know when you were home the last time?"

ross looks a little taken aback, opening his mouth and closing it again when he can't immediately come up with a retort. a second later he rolls his eyes, "so this is what it’s about? that i’m not constantly here—"

"you know that’s not what this is about," you interrupt, "don’t make me out to be some clingy child!"

"and yet you’re holding my job against me! you know how important it is that this turns out good for us. you know how important—"

"definitely more important than me anyway," you mutter under your breath, not even trying to keep the bitterness out of it. it's not fair and it's not the right thing to say. you know how dedicated he is to his music but this time you're tired. just this once you want to stomp your feet and demand his attention and yell at the top of your lungs about how neglected you've felt. air out all your grievances until you don't feel so heavy and burdened anymore.

"what was that?" he's suddenly standing up straight, no longer leaning against the doorframe, "are you being serious right now?"

it would be so easy to take it back, to tell him you didn't mean it and you can try to be more understanding. but the anger rising in you burns every rational thought.

"you heard me," you try to push past him. all you want to do is be alone, lock yourself in the bathroom for a bit, and just have a good cry, but of course, ross blocks your path.

"leave me alone, ross," the tone of warning clear in your voice, "you were fine doing that for the past couple of months anyway."

"i have been home!" he sounds incredulous, "you’re acting like this is the first time you’re seeing me in six months." ross paces around a bit, rubbing a hand over his face, "besides, it’s not like you have been home a lot lately."

"well, sorry i didn’t wait for you to come home and finally spend some time with me!’ you yell back.

at some point, you got tired of waiting around. you started making plans with anyone and everyone who would ask you to hang out. you started staying at work later than necessary, doing more work than anyone asked of you.

"fuck," he mutters, "i just…i don’t know how to make this work anymore," he turns around, facing away from you. the coward doesn't even have it in him to look you in the eye anymore.

such a simple sentence, “i don’t know how to make this work anymore”, but you feel your heart shattering into a million pieces. when did it come to this? when did you and ross stop being the best thing in each other’s life? when did everything go to shit?

there's no other woman in his life, that much you're sure of. and he hasn't flipped a switch overnight, no. this has been coming for a few months now. frankly, it's surprising that this fight hasn’t happened sooner.

"so this is it then? you just...don't know?" your voice sounds smaller than it ever has. there was a time when ross would have instantly turned around and apologised. he would have pulled you into his chest and said sorry till the word lost its meaning. he would have done anything to show he cares.

but he just sighs, still looking the other way.

the silence is suffocating, none of you willing to acknowledge it, to say the words that would fully seal the deal. all ross does is shake his head and walk away.

two minutes later the front door gently thuds shut. he didn't even slam it shut, there's no anger behind it, just bitter resignation.

you sniffle, wiping the few tears that slipped out, and get your suitcase out. you'd just pack the essentials now; an overnight bag, some documents, and work stuff. ross wouldn’t be home for the next few days anyway. and even if he was, you aren't so confident anymore that he would try to stop you from leaving.

#✉️#ross macdonald #ross macdonald x reader #ross macdonald x you #♡: ross blurbs

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chaoticbardlady99 · 6 months

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Lethal Woman: Chapter 5 (GN! Reader x Astarion)

Note: I know a lot of people don't necessarily read this piece of my work, but for the people who do, I'm sorry for the wait! This one is kinda angsty and still digs into the character's background. I want to create a Durge x Astarion type of relationship rather than a Tav x Astarion type of relationship so the character has some trauma.

Also this character is my way of working through my own traumatic experiences so I guess sorry????

CW: Violence, Gore, mention of Child/Teen SA (very very brief), death, torture, PTSD, murder, dissociation, and panic attacks.

Background- You are a Nightmask Death Bringer who was kidnapped by a Nautiloid Ship. Along with 6 strangers, you search Faerun for a cure for the Tadpoles in your heads- before it’s too late.

Chapter Six

You have never enjoyed verbal confrontation- not because you weren’t good at it, but because it feels like a waste of time when it’s so much easier to throw knives at the problem. You know that it comes from a place of survival- arguing with Dahlia always ended in you being tortured for however many days or nights she felt like you deserved. You learned to stop arguing after the first few months of your training and just do what Dahlia told you to do.

The only verbal confrontations you have engaged in recently was during your assignments, but they were always brief and forgotten quickly.

However, your argument with Astarion three days ago has consumed your every waking thought.

You honestly weren’t sure what chain of events had led to the explosive discussion involving confronting the three Goblin Leaders when the day had started so typically.

You and your companions (minus Astarion) all agreed that going to the grove to fight Kagha is a priority and that they couldn’t allow the Shadow Druids to take over the grove. Astarion, however, hadn’t seen it that way. He kept insisting that it was a waste of time, resources, and energy. You didn’t mind the bitching at all- you weren’t necessarily thrilled about “saving the day” either and if it were just adults you would walk away from the whole ordeal- except there are children who need to be protected.

It’s your one and only rule- you do not abandon children in need. You don’t want anyone to ever fall into the wrong hands like you had. Eventually, Astarion stopped being huffy.

The fight had erupted quickly and Kagha had managed to slip into the shadows unnoticed in the midst of the chaos. You had barely seen her in time when you realized she was going to run Astarion through with a stake.

You had never sprinted so fast in your entire life as you put yourself between him and Kagha, grabbing the stake that was mere inches from your chest. You would have felt entirely victorious if she hadn’t then stabbed you all the way through with the shortsword she had attached to her belt- twisting it deeply into your abdomen until you release the stake. You feel her pull the sword out before stabbing you through your chest with the sharpened wood.

You had always thought stabbing a vampire with a stake as a tried and trued method of killing them was stupid- anyone would die if they were stabbed hard enough with a WOODEN FUCKING STAKE.

Maybe Dahlia was right- maybe being attached to people is a bad idea because you hadn’t even taken a good look at Kagha before you ran (which is reckless and not how you were trained to fight).

You had heard Shadowheart scream your name and saw two flaming hands go past your face as they consumed Kagha. The black dots in your vision had been followed with the unpleasant numbness that you knew all too well.

The fear sank into your bones like an anchor. Your breathing had begun to speed up and you felt the panic rip through you as you were being dragged away- unpleasant images flash in your mind and you started to thrash against the person holding you. You began screaming bloody murder and you clawed at the air like a trapped animal. You could barely hear the person’s voice over your looping thoughts and racing heart.

No, no, no, no, no. Please. I’ll listen. I’ll do anything, just don’t kill me. Don’t leave me here. I’ll do better. I’ll be better!

You hadn’t known until the end of the battle that Astarion had been the one carrying you away and had to hold you down as Shadowheart and Nettie came rushing to your aid after the final enemy went down.

You could hear two voices trying to snap you out of whatever fear driven fog you were in, but you were still choking on your own air, floating away in space. Disconnected. Disassociated. You felt the tadpole wiggle behind your eyes, but you were too far gone in your head to even register it.

Dahlia had killed and resurrected you a few times as a punishment. Sometimes she would leave you out in the sun for a few days before resurrecting you- the process of your skin, organs, muscles, and tendons repairing themselves after being eaten by critters and bugs is a different kind of pain- one you wouldn’t wish on your worst enemy. What was even worse was that Dahlia eventually found out how to bring you back just enough that you were aware of the vermin desecrating your body, but not enough for you to do anything about it- forced to feel yourself becoming nourishment for the creatures in the forest as you struggled to survive mentally.

Dahlia threatened to turn you into her spawn if you didn't remain half way in your body until she came back to get you. You knew her threat was serious because she had taken you coffin shopping after the first time she killed and resurrected you. You had gone for a wood one so that the endeavor could be over with, but Dahlia instead made you lay down in every coffin on display in the showroom- ultimately picking a gaudy, lockable, and iron coffin for you. You were 13-years-old.

Dahlia enjoyed driving you to the brink of insanity- only to come back and be your savior or your villain. Somehow she had convinced you that it’s entirely up to you what version of her you received, but it never mattered how well you listened sometimes. She told you you wouldn’t know when she would decide you were past the point of no return and no longer had any use for you as a Deathbringer. Thank the Gods she wanted to make you a Deathbringer more than she wanted you to be her spawn.

You weren’t sure when Nettie had forced an herb into your mouth that calms you down; you had eventually come back to yourself just enough to stop fighting her and Shadowheart’s efforts to heal you.

Karlach was sitting next to your head and was talking about nothing and everything. Astarion had sat himself on the staircase nearby and you could feel his eyes boring into you as you flinched away and hissed from the healers’ touch. You tried to make yourself smaller, your anxiety getting worse by the minute. It wouldn’t bother you usually, but you weren’t of sound mind in that particular moment.

As you became more alert, you made eye contact with Astarion and you were shocked to see him staring at you with anger and grief in his eyes.

You hadn’t known (and still didn’t know) that Astarion had been in your head using the tadpole to try to snap you out of whatever hell you were in and he had seen all of it- every last thing Dahlia did to you. The time she hired a man to violently take your virginity after your first moon blood at 14, the resurrections, the priests of Loviatar that would come for days on end to beat you until you wanted to die, and Tessa. Poor, sweet, beautiful Tessa with her mangled corpse and heart being eaten.

The walk to camp had thankfully been an easy one. Gale had thankfully had dinner ready by the time your group came back and you sat around the campfire to have dinner with the others. Astarion sat next to you and you couldn’t help but notice how rigid he was. He would usually have his leg touching yours and he would lean in to whisper some snide remark in your ear about whoever was talking- forcing you to suppress laughter as to not bring attention to the two of you.

Except for tonight apparently- he hadn’t even spoken to you the entire time and made sure there was a considerable amount of distance between you and him. Then the argument happened.

Wyll and Gale had brought up the plan to take out the Goblin leaders and find Halsin. They had gathered information about the leaders at the grove from Zevlor and had a plan in mind.

Wyll suggested that everyone split up so that more ground could be covered faster and it would prevent anyone from burning out since they wouldn't be participating in three (possibly four) separate battles.

“So I was thinking that Shadowheart, Karlach, and Astarion would take on Minthara. Myself, Gale, and Lae’zel will take on Dror Ragzlin,” Wyll paused before looking at you, “and if you are up to it in the next three days- I think it would be best if you kill the Priestess and then jailbreak Halsin alone.”

“That way, we can all remain somewhat under the radar while we are gathering information regarding the Absolute and their Cultists,” Gale chimed in, “and hopefully we will get substantial information before you charge into battle with Halsin.”

You pondered their vision and it made sense to you. Priestess Gut would be an easy kill and you can’t imagine that the Goblins guarding Halsin will be much of a challenge either. Except you were unsure of how much better you would feel within 3 days.

“I don’t have a problem with it,” you said slowly, “does anyone ob-”

You didn’t even get a chance to finish before Astarion began ripping into Wyll and Gale’s plan- specifically the part about you being alone. He had stood up and gotten into Wyll’s face as he rose to meet the other man's eyes

“What kind of moronic plot is that,” Astarion hissed, “they’ve been injured you ignorant fucks.”

“Astarion,” you said with an edge to your tone.

He whipped around with that same anger and grief he had looked at you with earlier.

“You honestly believe you’ll be ready in three days to take on an Absolute Priestess and a group of Goblins by yourself?”

“Yes, in fact, I do,” you stood up, your voice firm, “I’ve been hurt worse and been able to keep fighting after one day. What happened today-”

He cut you off with a growl, “I knew you were naive, Darling, but I didn’t realize how dense you are.”

You frowned and said in a whisper, “I don’t know what the word means.”

“Simple-minded, brainless, dull-witted,” he retorted, “must I continue or are you educated enough to understand what I’m trying to say.”

You were not made to be loved- only to kill, die, and serve.

You felt your brain disconnect from your body as you swallowed down the emotions. You watched as something in his eyes changed, but you had begun walking away towards your tent. You heard Karlach scold him, but you were already shaking it off- like you said, you’ve experienced worse before and have been able to keep going the next day.

It didn't change the fact that his words had broken you- he knew that not being able to read or write was a sore spot for you. It was also something you didn’t want to publicize to your other companions. You had been staying up together at night- him reading to you and you listening- making the occasional comment or asking a question. Sometimes you just listen to him tell you about Cazador and Baldur’s Gate. If you fall asleep, he doesn’t move you- instead he sits next to you until you wake up and you walk back to camp together.

You had thought those moments were sacred and important to him like they were to you. You were ashamed to discover it had been an act the whole time and you had been naive enough to fall for it.

Over the next three days, you avoided him like the plague and he avoided you too. Your nightmares have come back in full force now that your nightly ritual has ceased. Your injury has healed almost entirely despite the occasional soreness, but you are so tired you are barely present as you and your companions walk towards the Goblin Camp.

Karlach is your angel from the Hells today as she keeps your spirits high with her bright demeanor.

“Soldier, I am so excited for you to see my infernal engine in action,” she puffs out her chest with pride, “Dammon’s explanation doesn’t even begin to do it justice- even if he says a lot of pretty words with that nice mouth of his.”

“Thank you for that Karlach,” you say with a snort, “been imagining what other talents his mouth has?”

You begin to cackle as Karlach turns even more red before giving you a shove.

“Ughhh have mercy on me! He’s just so pretty and his voice!,” she whines with a dramatic, angsty sigh, “A girl can dream.”

“Or a girl can put on her big girl panties and ask to fuck him already.”

“Oh, SHUT UP you vulgar-!” she puts you in a headlock and scratches the top of your head with her knuckles- effectively ruining your hair, but putting the biggest smile on your face.

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Astarion watches you laugh and dick around with Karlach. He feels the corners of his lips tease into a small smile before he begins to frown again. He notices the dark circles under your eyes and the slight drag in your step, but he doesn’t even know where to begin if he was to approach you.

He doesn’t want to admit it, but he’s missed your presence and your nightly rendezvous together. Truth be told, a part of him is fearful that he’ll never be able to have those moments with you again.

His anger had been misdirected at you that night at the fire. He had been so angry with himself (and those dipshits, Wyll and Gale) that he had taken it out on you. Instead of asking you to take care of yourself or refusing to let you go alone, he decided to publicly shame you.

The first night you didn’t show up at your agreed-upon spot had twisted his heart and no matter how much he tried to ignore it, the feeling came back the second and the third night too.

He hasn’t cared for someone like this in the last two centuries and he hates it. The last three days had been hell- he followed you every time you left camp to go hunting, check traps, etc. He would give you your privacy of course if you were going to bathe in the river, but even then he would anxiously look around camp until you came back. He tells himself it’s because he knows you are his best chance at being free of Cazador- that he is merely worried for your safety and cares because without you, he doesn’t stand a chance.

Then there is the part of him that has begun to crave your company just as a companion and he enjoys the friendship between you. This part of him feels like just being your friend will never be enough.

He refuses to admit his plan may be falling apart, despite it barely beginning. Thankfully, his feelings of self-loathing are keeping him preoccupied.

He despises himself for being so blind to the fact that you and your nightmares were not from the tadpole, but from the abuse inflicted upon you by that wretched woman- Dahlia. Even thinking her name made him see red and filled him with bitter rage.

He remembers the night he told you about Cazador burying him alive for a year. He remembers how you had said you understood how he felt and how he had gotten upset with you. You didn’t correct him- didn’t tell him that you have been in a similar situation. He doesn’t know which is worse- being buried in shadows, confined for a year or being left out in the sun to slowly rot and be eaten away.

He wishes you had corrected him, but maybe you felt like he couldn’t protect you due to his own history of abuse. Maybe he had made you feel like your pain didn’t matter to him.

Then, when you began thrashing around in his arms, he had never felt more powerless as he watched you disappear inside your own head like he has done many times. He ground his teeth every time you flinched away from Nettie and Shadowheart. His mind insisted on reminding him of how you looked at him with so much fear and rage while he held you down; how it felt watching your memories- your pain- being ripped open all because you decided to protect him. Again.

Then his attempt to protect you failed because he ultimately pushed you away, but maybe that is for your own good too. However, you pushing him away has not changed his plan for today’s fight.

He will not be going with Shadowheart and Karlach. He had initially planned on approaching them about this, but they came to him first- asking him to hang back with you, undetected, then meeting up with them later. Karlach and Shadowheart told him that they were just as upset with Gale and Wyll’s plan and were going to object before he stepped in.

He’s the only one who has a ring of invisibility and the stealth to keep you from suspecting you are being ‘babysat’ as he had overheard you call it when Karlach had suggested she come with you.

The goblins outside of the camp had been easy to bypass- Astarion had even convinced the goblin to kiss his shoe (which earned a hushed laugh from you that made him hopeful). Astarion watched as you caught and helped the Owlbear Cub escape, but on the opposite side of that coin, you managed to get Volo in more trouble.

You convince Wyll to hold off on the plan until you are able to free Volo- seeing as leaving a famous bard to die at a Goblin Camp would not bid well for the Night Masks and that would not be doing you any favors. Astarion was shocked when Wyll expressed understanding.

Astarion, Shadowheart, and Karlach go with you as Gale, Wyll, and Lae’zel search for Dror Ragzlin.

The rescue mission quickly turns into another rescue mission when your small group stumbles across a man being tortured by Goblins. Astarion is quick to convince the goblins that they were being summoned elsewhere and, at your behest, he frees the battered man after he gives you more information about the Nightsong.

The Goblins had mentioned a man in the next room over so Astarion begins to walk in that direction and you follow him closely- your hand hovering over the hilt of your dagger as you scan the area cautiously.

Astarion rounds the corner and sees a man that looks like he needs more iron in his diet. The all black garb was not helping and honestly? Neither is the haircut.

The man turns and scans the group before his eyes settle on you. Astarion feels his stomach turn as the man gives you a wickedly happy grin. Astarion moves closer to you and eyes the man cautiously, leering at him in the process.

“I remember you,” the man says, “you’re Dahlia’s little brat, are you not? I remember the first time we met- your screams were positively delicious.”

Astarion hears your breath hitch. You are frozen in place, fingers trembling slightly as you fix your posture and take a deep breath. Astarion watches mournfully as you lose yourself in your head.

“Hello Abdirak.”

Abdirak’s smile grows even wider at your empty greeting.

“What a blessing it must be- for us to meet again, Rowan. Won’t you join me in worshiping My Lady?”

Shadowheart pipes up, “I didn’t know you were into such things Rowan. I would love to see a demonstration.”

“Absolutely not,” Astarion hisses.

“I’ll do it.”

He whips around to look at you as you walk up to the wall. He watches as you take each hit, but you are goading the man the entire time. The throws get more and more painful to watch and he hears Karlach take sharp breaths every time an ax sticks in your back. You walk back over and let Shadowheart heal you as she praises you for your vigor. Astarion uses every last bit of restraint he has to not punch Shadowheart in the jaw.

You look distant as you drink a healing potion from your pack before turning back to Abdirak as he spouts on about his wonderful “memories” of worshiping with you. Astarion's hands go to his dagger as he gears up to kill the man.

A flash of movement from your direction prevents him from moving forward.

Astarion wasn’t prepared for you to cut the man’s throat so violently in one quick motion. Blood pours from Abdirak’s neck and out of his mouth as he chokes. His eyes are wide with fear as you push him on his back- your eyes bright, crimson red and consumed with indifference. Abdirak chokes and looks at you with pleading eyes, but you take a step back as the rats begin to claw and eat at him. The whole endeavor is disgusting and horrific- Astarion could not be more proud to know you. His strangled cries are cut short as he finally succumbs to his wounds.

Without saying anything, you turn on your heels and stalk to the next room, Astarion quickly in tow. You free Volo before Astarion can even enter the room- the Goblin that had taken Volo away dead on the floor.

You come out of the room and make eye contact with him. Your eyes are blank and your face is emotionless. You turn away from him and stalk off in the direction of the priestess. He gives you a decent head start before casting the spell and sneaking in behind you as Priestess Gut closes the door.

Let the bloodshed begin.

#astarion x reader #baldurs gate 3 #astarion x you #bg3 spoilers #astarion x tav #bg3 #astarion romance #baldurs gate astarion #astarion #karlach #astarion ancunin #astarion x gender neutral reader #astarion x gn! reader #astarion x gn! tav

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lale-txt · 1 year

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♡ 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐲, 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬/𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐲 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐲

@starblazer124 asked: Hi Lale! Hope you're having an awesome day! I was wondering if you'd be interested in doing a few headcanons for Rayleigh, Gaban, Shakky, and Denjiro where they have a bubbly, outgoing s/o that still gets flustered and shy easily. I just love the "socially adept person turns into a mushy puddle of goo for their lover" trope! Could be sweet, spicy, whatever you're in the mood for. My only favor would be to ask for a gender neutral reader so everyone can enjoy the gilf/dilf/milf of their dreams~

↳ 𝐰/ 𝐑𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡, 𝐆𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐧, 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐤𝐲 & 𝐃𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨

a/n: Blaze, your choice of characters is just -chef's kiss- i love little headcanons like these, so i was happy to write this request for you (after all i can never resist the gilfs/dilfs/milfs of my dreams) - hope it's to your liking! thank you so much for the idea.

❦ 𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇

even after all these years it still never failed to amuse Rayleigh how your personality switches whenever he was around

he just had this effect on you that made your brain short-circuit in the best way possible

you could be happily chatting with the crew, entertaining everyone with a story about how Roger sleepwalked once and ended up dangling upside down from the crow’s nest, swaying softly and unbothered in the wind; only for you to stutter and blush once Rayleigh’s gaze meets your from the other side of the ship

after all, Rayleigh thought it was kinda cute and he’d tease you often when you were alone, asking you if he made you nervous while he trailed kisses down your spine to which you could only groan and bury your flushing face in the pillow

not your fault that he was just so charming and had completely captured you in his presence; the presence of a king and a lover to which you could only bow and bathe in his energy

and no matter how flustered you are, Rayleigh would always make sure to let you know that you had the same effect on him – he was just a little better at hiding it

❦ 𝐆𝐀𝐁𝐀𝐍

all it needed was a subtle touch, whether it was a hand resting on the small of your back or your pinkies linking, and your heart felt like it was about to jump out of your chest and your trail of thoughts went down the gutter

Gaban’s sunglasses would hide the mischievous twinkle in his eyes, but just knowing it was there was already enough for you to get a little flustered

at first it irritated him – how you suddenly went quiet and avoided eye contact whenever he was around, when minutes prior you’ve been your usual bubbly, outgoing self around your crewmates

that was until you stuttered out a heartfelt confession late at night, catching him off guard completely and having him turning into a puddle of goo in return

ever since the two of you have been inseparable, making each other feel like you’ve never crushed on anyone ever before

and while it sometimes was nerve wracking to react this strongly, you wouldn’t want to trade those weak knees and fluttering hearts for anything in return because it made those sweet kisses from Gaban even more exciting

❦ 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐊𝐘

slumped over the counter, your face buried in your hands, you could still hear her soft chuckle as she patted your head affectionately

Shakky really didn’t mind that you were so easy to fluster, no, quite the opposite

sometimes you wondered if she even tried to do so on purpose: when you were in some deep conversation with other bar visitors and she’d lean in close to you, whispering something in your ear, her breath hot and heavy on your skin, her fingertips at your nape

you melted every. single. time.

it’s something that surprised you because usually you had a loose mouth and never had any troubles with starting a conversation or entertaining a group of strangers in a smoky bar

but with Shakky… it’s like she put a spell on you that made little hearts swirl around your head whenever she was around

and the way she pronounced your name felt like being dipped into syrup, like a sweet prayer that made you fall down on your knees - but you wouldn’t want it any other way

❦ 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎

this man loves to fluster you to a point where your heart feels like it’s about to burst

he just thinks it’s cute how someone who is so bubbly and and outgoing all the time has a complete personality switch once you are alone

he’d pull you in his lap, his chin resting on top of your head, his fingers entangled with yours as he holds you close and feels your heart race in your chest

and there’s no way you can resist him, it’s like your legs turn into pudding whenever he’s near… and it’s not like you want to escape his embrace

your poor heart calms down eventually… until he starts whispering silly little things into your ear and it spikes again, making him chuckle

you can get back to him though by running your fingers through his long, blue hair and telling him how pretty he is, turning the tables and watching him blush now

after all, what’s love without a little teasing and banter until you shut each other up with dozens of kisses?

#one piece x reader #rayleigh x reader #gaban x reader #denjiro x reader #shakky x reader #one piece x you #one piece reader insert #one piece headcanons #one piece fluff

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majestichyuk · 8 months

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Second Try

Pairing :- Johnny x fem!reader

Summary:- All she wanted was a good first date, and the least the other party could have done so well, was be there.

Genre:- fluff, kinda angsty, strangers to friends (can be something more if you use ur imagination ;)

Wc :- 1.6k

WARNING ⚠️:- NONE

NOTES: - it may be a little cringy or rushed idk, but it probably is lol. This is my first fic so critique is always accepted, I can improve. Wanted to write something and this was the idea, something cute. Anyway, hope you like it. Don’t be afraid to interact. 🙂 LIKE, FOLLOW & REBLOG.

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The light breeze blew against the rainy night, delicate drops of rain damping the side of my shoulder uncovered from the tiny umbrella. Nervousness is an understatement for how I'm feeling, I haven't been out as much and don’t put much energy into seeking a companion.

Today is different from my normal routine, other than going home from a long day of work to relax and prepare my dinner for the night I went into my closet and dug out all the repeated fits I’ve worn. Finally, I set my palm on a nicely wrapped box with a bow on it given to me by my mother who recently transitioned into an angel. She told me to wear it on a special occasion, the day I think will change my life, and today felt like that day.

I met the guy after my shift was done from work, he stopped me on my way home to ask for directions to a certain place. I don’t normally do this, but he felt like he could bring happiness to my dull life, we talked every day after that, but he wasn’t the best at conversations, he mostly talked about himself but It’s okay cause it’s better than being alone.

I don’t own a car yet, so I caught the bus on my way there. We agreed to meet at a peaceful little restaurant called ANL Cafe that recently opened. I've never been there so I was excited when he suggested it.

Wrapping the dainty jacket around me tightly I came out of the bus and walked towards the Cafe. The rain started to pour down a little more, so I quickened my step and eventually entered the warm environment. Shaking the water from out the umbrella I closed it and placed it in the provided bucket inside the cafe.

I saw an empty seat close to the window wall. I took my jacket off and placed it on the back of the seat. Before I sat, I looked around to see if I saw him but ended up with no luck.

“Maybe I came too early,” I said, a little unsure if that was the case. I checked my phone to look back at the conversation we had on the time we should meet here, and I was exactly on time.

I brushed it off and waited, there’s nothing wrong with being a few minutes late.

“Hello there, and welcome to ANL Cafe! What can I get for you today?” an overexcited employee greeted me with such enthusiasm, that I found it cute.

"Hi, I'm actually waiting on someone, but a glass of water would be nice," I assured him as I gave a polite smile, which he quickly returned.

"A glass of water, coming right up!" He winked at me with a cheeky smile and left to return a minute later with the glass in hand.

"Here you are, ANL's finest tapped water," he laughed at his joke, and I couldn't muster up the strength to not laugh as well.

"Thank You..." I looked at his name tag. "Jaemin?" I asked curiously.

"Yes, that is correct, is there anything else I could get for you?" Jaemin politely asked but I shook my head, so he bowed and walked away.

15 minutes passed and I still don't see any signs of him showing up after calling and messaging him a couple of times with no response. I wasn't overly excited about moving to the next stage of our relationship, but I assumed that If I gave it a try, I wouldn't regret it, but the more I sat here and thought about it the more disappointed I became with myself.

There wasn't much of a spark between us, but I settled for it because he wasn't a bad guy, he was quite respectful and sweet but if I'm being honest, he's a 20% type of guy, a choice made in the moment, an open opportunity taken.

Many would have gotten up and left after probably 10 minutes but after the half an hour mark hit, I decided to order my food and treat myself. I exchange words with Jaemin here and there, he's sweet and he also told me he's working for his older brother because he looks up to him and I thought that was quite admirable.

After I paid for my meal, I left the cafe and surprisingly the rain was still falling. I took up my umbrella, put on my jacket, and headed back outside.

I found a nearby bus stand and the seat was shockingly dry. I sat down and waited for the bus to arrive.

I see a figure at the corner of my eye as they sit beside me but not too close. I kept my head straight, not daring to look in their direction.

"It's raining quite a lot, isn't it?" The gentleman beside me asked in such a soothing and deep tone.

"Yea...I guess" I replied quite uneased, wondering why he was trying to start a conversation with me.

I looked at my side to see he braced his head on the headrest, looking up at the bus stop roofing, with a hat and umbrella in his left and right hand.

"Would be nice to be at home right now cuddled up in my bedsheet with this weather, you know?" He turned his head to look at me with a look in his eyes that had me more intrigued than I actually wanted to be.

"You're not wrong," I scoffed "I'd rather be there more than anything right now,".

"So why aren't you there?" He asked me and seemed more interested then as he turned his body towards me.

"If you don't mind me asking, that is," he reassured me so that I wouldn't feel pressured, but I brushed it off.

"It's fine really, I was actually supposed to be on a date with a guy I have been talking to for 3 weeks now, but he stood me up, so I had my dinner and left," I laughed a little when I saw the concerned expression on his face.

"Don't pity me, I'm okay, really, I'm actually happy he didn't show up," I looked up at the bright stars peeking through the dark clouds of the rainy night. He did the same and relaxed in the seat.

Silence took over us as the windy breeze passed by.

"I'm Johnny by the way," he put his hand out for me to shake.

I looked at him and realized how beautiful he was, I shook his hand and felt something between my fingers.

"I actually saw you at the cafe and you left this on the table" He chuckled lightly. I looked in my hand to see my bracelet that I had the habit of playing with and sometimes taking it off when I’m eating.

"And here I thought you wanted to be friends," I playfully pouted.

"Well, I had to make sure you were worthy of receiving back such a valuable item," he said in a snarky tone.

"So, you were going to steal my shit?!" I smacked his arm. "I would have definitely done some investigation work and jumped you if I saw you in the street," I smirk and place my bracelet back on my wrist.

"Oh?" Johnny opened his hand towards me. "Give me it back and let's see how good of a tracker you are," he said in a challenging manner inching his hands closer.

I thought about it reluctantly, I don't know why a decision like this has to have a second guess, the first obvious choice would be to laugh it off and decline but he's quite interesting and had a weird cozy aura around him. So, I placed the bracelet in his palm and looked him deep in the eyes and he held the gaze with such confidence.

I removed my hands and placed them to my side, resting them on the seat. Johnny put the bracelet on and chuckled lightly.

"I like this game," he pushed his hair back and placed his hat back on. "A game of cat and mouse?" he tilted his head towards you as he asked curiously.

"More or less, you make me want to step out of my comfort zone," I wiped my face with my handkerchief as the wind blew the rain toward me.

"So, you felt the connection too? well ever since you stepped into my Cafe, I was intrigued by you actually," He crossed his arm over his chest and as I looked towards him, I realized he was gently gazing at me awaiting my response, but I looked at him confused.

"You own ANL Cafe?" He laughed and nodded his head. "So, you're Jaemin's older brother I assume?".

"I guess you'd have to go to the cafe with me and find out over a better meal that's actually paid for," he said in a flirty tone that made me break into a smile.

I laughed and looked at the road to see a bus arriving and quickly stood up.

"Oh, what a shame, the damsel has to leave to return to her exciting life of wonderful joy, happiness, sunshine, and prosperity," I dramatically placed the back of my hand over my eyes. Johnny burst out in laughter at my unexpected action.

"Well, I guess this bracelet is your diamond slipper," he looked up at you with starry eyes. "I never caught your name," he stood up and gently touched my elbow.

"Maybe I'll tell you If we happen to see each other again," I looked up at him, he was tall and even more gorgeous up close as the moonlight shaped his features.

The bus stopped in front of us. "Next time, Johnny?" I asked, waiting for his reply before I stepped into the bus.

"2 is my lucky number, so I'll make sure our second meeting leads to me getting your name and giving you your bracelet back in exchange for a continuous friendship," Johnny smiled brightly as we waved goodbye.

#nct x reader #nct imagines #nct 127 #nct #nct dream #kpop fanfic #nct johnny #nct 127 johnny #johnny suh #nct jaemin #nct icons #nct smut #first fic #jaemin na #na jaemin #suh johnny #kpop bg #kpop #nct 127 smut

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namusthetic · 3 months

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Marauders' Era

The Slytherin Skittles

From the Marauders' Era fandom. Decided to lounge about in the Slytherin common room? Join the Skittles for a late night Slytherin chat.

Regulus A. Black

"From far away I wish I'd stayed with you, but here face to face, a stranger that I once knew.

I thought if I wandered I'd fall back in love. You said distance brings fondness, but guess not with us."

- Astronomy, Conan Gray

Doesn't ask for help

Overachiever

Covers his deep insecurities with a god-complex

Abandonment and trust issues

Suffers panic and anxiety attacks, the others know exactly what to do when it happens and huddle around him, holding hands and grounding him, until he starts breathing normally again and stops shaking

Protective of his chosen family

Instead of fighting to keep people in his life, he lets them go because in the end he thinks he's never enough to stay for

Hates loud noises and making noise when moving or walking

Deeply misunderstood

Tries to remain detached and cold as much as possible because knows he'd end up caring too deeply

Self-isolates when he doesn't know how to deal with his feelings, luckily, whenever that happens, the others storm his usual hiding spots and force him to go outside and enjoy himself

Escapes from his own thoughts by reading or listening to music compulsively

Barty Crouch Jr.

"I used to like liquor to get me inspired but you look so beautiful, my new supplier. I used to like smoking to stop all the thinking, but I found a different buzz.

The world is a curse, it'll kill if you let it I know they got pills that can help you forget it, they bottle it, call it medicine, but I don't need drugs. 'Cause I'm already high enough, you got me, you got me good."

- High Enough by K. Flay

covers his need for attention and approval with loudness and chaos

Fear of missing out

Afraid that people will forget about him and leave him behind

Avoids talking and thinking about his own feelings

Cannot control his emotions when overwhelmed

Hides it when deeply hurt

Clingy drunk, cries if left by himself

Has a soft spot for pets, especially dogs (once he even accidentally cuddled Padfoot without knowing it was actually Sirius)

Hopeless romantic when in a serious relationship

Incredibly intelligent, he just doesn't want to please his father in any way so he acts out

Jokes about his trauma in public, but ends up sleeping in Evan's bed whenever he has nightmares

ADHD kid

Makes dirty jokes all the time but is afraid of having a stable relationship and not being enough for his partner

Evan Rosier

"And hey, you, don't you think it's kinda cute that I (I) died (died) right inside your arms tonight? That I'm fine even after I have died? Because it was in your arms I died.

I cry in the afterlife, I cry hard because I have died, and you're alive. I try to escape afterlife, I try hard to get back inside your arms alive."

- Arms Tonite by Mother Mother

Calm and collected most of the time

Silent anger

Insomniac, spends the nights reading and listening to chill music

Deadly afraid of spiders, always asks Pandora to take them outside

Energy drinks and caffeine

If looks could kill

Tries to keep everyone from getting in trouble together with Dorcas

Doesn't pay attention in class but gets good grades anyway

Grew up too quickly

Joins Barty and Dorcas whenever they are tipsy and start a singing contest

Likes nights out with friends, randomly walking with no precise destination, a few drinks in hand and the warmth of chosen family around him

The observant, silent one

Always carries small perfume vials since he can't stand smells (sweat, cigarette smoke, etc.)

Pandora Rosier

"You don't have to be like everybody else, you don't have to fit into the norm, you are not here to conform. I am here to take a look inside myself, recognize that I could be the eye, the eye of the storm.

I am not my body, not my mind or my brain (ha), not my thoughts or feelings, I am not my DNA. I am the observer, I'm a witness of life, I live in the space between the stars and the sky."

- Ancient Dreams in a Modern Land by MARINA

Already figured who was going to end up in a relationship with whom years before it happened

Has a private gardening spot where she grows their own plants (especially herbs)

Follows the lunar calendar instead of the solar one, they all celebrate both new years with big parties

Wears long airy dresses with flower patterns and a dozen crystal necklaces and rings

Talks enthusiastically about everything she's passionate about with no restraints (and everyone loves listening to her talk)

Knows weird knowledge nobody knows from where

Walks Hogwarts' halls singing and with a spring in her step

Spends afternoons in the forest sketching fantastic beasts and feeding them treats

Loves making flower crowns, Regulus wears them whenever she makes one for him and hexes anyone who dares say something about it

Always has paint on her hands or face

Dorcas Meadowes

"Say my name, as every colour illuminates. We are shining, and we will never be afraid again.

And when we come for you, we'll be dressed up all in blue, with the ocean in our arms, kiss your eyes and kiss your palms.

And when it's time to pray, we'll be dressed up all in grey, with metal on our tongues, and silver in our lungs."

- Spectrum (Say My Name) by Florence and The Machine

Hates small talk and superficial friendships

Direct, immediately cuts straight to the point

Politically active against all kinds of discrimination and violence

Strong and determined to achieve what she wants

Ready to argue with anyone, anytime, anywhere

Knows exactly what she wants

Stays up late to read and listen to music in the common room

Has everything planned out

Neon lights and cocktails, loud music and cherry flavored lip balm

Travels a lot but is ready to return home immediately if one of her close friends needs her help

Elegant style, always impeccably dressed

Storms out of the dorm and takes a long walk whenever she feels she can't control her anger

Loves to listen to true crime podcasts

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So I love the Marauders' gang, but (I don't know if you guessed it) I really have a soft spot for the Skittles. To me they feel like the ones who never really even had a chance to be saved, who were left to fend for themselves and to die just because of their families and house. They were damaged as much as the others but found no one to help them but each other.

#aestethic #slytherin skittles #regulus black #the marauders era #moodboard #character aesthetics #types of people #tag yourself #tag your aesthetic #slytherin #dorcas meadowes #barty crouch jr #evan rosier #pandora rosier #pandora lovegood #song lyrics #rosekiller

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A birthday surprise

synopsis: lately the work became a never-ending exhausting routine, throwing everything else out of Childe's head. He is lucky to have you though, always ready to remind him of important things that could possibly escape his attention. Guess what? Today is the case...

pairing: Childe x fem!reader

tw: fluff + smut, established relationship, masturbation, kinda bath sex, oral (male receiving), unprotected sex, mix of praise and degradation, a tiny bit of Sir kink, usage of Childe’s real name

word count: 7.1k+ words

a/n: I am SO late, but I really wanted to finish this fic, espesically since the moment I’ve got a small scene in my head about the Palace after watching the Fatui Harbingers’ trailer. Sorry for this belated present, you, ginger dumbass, and I hope you, whoever read this, will enjoy.

samovár (Rus) - literally means “self-boiler”. A metal container traditionally used to heat and boil water for tea

dédushka (Rus) - grandpa

chertóvka (Rus) - here is “wicked woman”

Finally, this farce of yet another meeting is over. Ever since Signora's death the amount of work increased astronomically and the moments of rest were extremely rare. Orders upon orders, decree after decree and meetings followed with dozens of new ones… The Fatui organization has probably never been this lively and the meeting hall has not been occupied so often.

The palace feels like a freezer compartment, it’s much colder than the outside, sending chills on anyone’s skin even with all those layers of warm clothes, so Childe can’t help but let out a small smile in relief once the grand front doors come into view. The carpet is cracking under his feet like an ice crust, echoing in an empty hallway, with nothing but smooth walls and pillars with occasional tapestries hanging here and there, glorifying Her Majesty Tsaritsa and her trusty group of 11 - well, now 9 - Harbingers. Huh, such pathos within the overall lifelessness of the place, how miserable.

The train of thoughts in his way, only half done, is disturbed by one of the underlings approaching the man. With expressionless face Childe stops in his tracks, letting the guy come closer and bow respectfully. Honestly, he is exhausted right now, wishing for nothing more but to leave this place and go to rest. It's a wonder his shoulders do not drop right now in dull pain.

“What’s the matter? If it is work related, bring it to my office and leave it there. I'll check it tomorrow.”

“I am afraid it is urgent, Sir,” a hand comes into the ginger’s view and a small hint of surprise reflects in his eyes.

“A permission badge? Whose that?”

“That’s the thing, lord Tartaglia, we do not know,” the speaker shivers at the very clear annoyance suddenly radiating from the Harbinger and hurries to correct himself. “B-but, this woman also showed us a paper signed by the Fifth Harbinger, that granted her access up to the second level of palace and authority to ask the low-ranked Fatui soldiers for whatever she may need. She made a request to tell you she’d like to meet you in the palace gardens.”

Right, the gardens. Always covered in snow, yet everlastingly beautiful, this place was the level two in the Zapolyarny Palace structure. But why would Pulcinella grant anyone this kind of permission? Is it some kind of a business partner his curator wants him to meet? Well… was it not for “The Rooster” Tartaglia would’ve dismissed it, but it’s not like he has much of a choice - as much as he respects his superior, his lectures can be waaaay too long and energy-consuming.

“Alright, and where is this mysterious stranger?” The man takes the badge and puts it in an inside pocket of his overcoat.

“The guards led her to the pavilion in the west part, she must be waiting there.”

Childe nods and, after dismissing the guard, turns around to walk back to the exit closest to the said part of the garden.

He wasn’t lying, thinking of the place as beautiful: white marble statues, frozen fountains and snow-covered hedgerows that create an intricate maze, where anyone not accustomed could get lost. The Harbinger doesn’t waste his time on beholding all of its charms, wishing for nothing more but to get over with whatever and come to his residence to write another stack of letters for his family and then catch at least a couple of hours of a so needed sleep.

Ah, at last, the pavilion. He sees two Fatui agents standing outside, guarding the ‘guest’. There is a thin almost translucent ribbon winding from the inside and up into the air - as he gets closer he spots a steaming samovár on the table. Oh, the hospitality, he rolls his eyes, subtly nodding to the two men bowing to him, and putting his foot on the first step of the wooden stairs.

“Greetings, lord Tartaglia,” the woman decides to start the conversation and Archons does Childe halts in his way. Deep ocean eyes dart up and take in the figure clad in a black fur coat with a hood covering her hair. Hands, holding a teacup and a saucer, are clad in equally black gloves with a very familiar embroidery on the backs of them - he himself brought them from his last visit to the capital and gave them to you.

It is really you, his heart screams in joy, when his eyes connect with the ones he’s missed so much. Your orbs stand out and shine even brighter now that you wear a mask, which hides the top half of your face plus cheeks, offering him a perfect view of your pretty lips, pink from the hot tea you’ve been drinking while waiting for him.

Oh, right, you’ve been out there expecting him, and he almost decided to not meet you back then! No, that absolutely won’t do.

“Dismissed,” guards flinch at the sudden command, but, not daring to disobey or even question one of the Eleven, they bow again and quickly leave the scene. Childe waits a moment, then some more, all the while listening to their retreating steps and not breaking eye contact with you. Once sure it is quiet, the world moves too fast. There is a clink of china and then clicks of the heels on the wooden floor - those are the only sounds the man hears before he practically runs up the stairs and catches your body in a tight embrace and instantly hoists you up. He relishes in a soft squeal, twirling around with you in his arms, having an almost iron grip under your backside to not drop you.

“Love, put me down!” you demand in a hushed voice. Oh, your voice. Columbina may be the most magnificent singer of Snezhnaya - but the way you sound is better than everything capable of producing the most exquisite noises in the whole land of Teyvat. It caresses his ears so tenderly, he wants to hear more, he missed you so much - missed your scent, your caresses, your words, reserved only for him, your mere presence...How can you ask him to let you go? Surely you are not that cruel.

“Childe, seriously! What if someone sees! And after all the work I put into coming here unrecognized for you and your job’s sake!”

You are so cute when you scold him, and the lovesick smile he gives you instead of putting you back on your feet, only fuels you more. Maybe if he kisses you, you’ll be more-

“Tartaglia, no, no kisses, NO,” ah, you know him too well - one of the reasons he loves you. But he can’t love you without being a little shit, can he?

“I will grant your wish only in exchange for a kiss,” he turns his face a little, presenting you his cheek, prettily rosy from cold. A sigh leaves your lips - he’ll make sure to kiss them again and again in private - and eventually you land a quick peck to his skin.

“Will that suffice?”

“For now it will,” he grins, finally settling you down, but not yet releasing your waist from his firm but careful grip. “So, what are you doing here? I thought you were visiting mama and papa. Did something happen? How did you even,” he brings one hand away and into his inside pocket, fishing the badge out and showing it to you, “get Pulcinella sign all this stuff?”

“Wow, wow, easy there, gingerhead,” you tease him and snatch the metal token, pocketing it. “One question at a time. If it is allowed, could we take a walk? Honestly, even with a hot tea it’s freezing to just sit. That is if you have time of course.”

“Do not worry, for you I do. So,” he draws his hands back and motions to the outside of the wooden construction, “let’s head out then. We’ll pretend you are just some business partner, deal?”

“Oh my, such a quick shift in behavior,” you tease again, stepping out and back on a scrunchy snow. “That’s what I call a professional.”

Your lover only smiles, restraining himself from taking your hand or wrapping an arm around your waist, even though he really really wants to.

As you are slowly strolling through the big maze, you answer all his questions. First of all you tell him all the latest news from home, reassuring that everyone is fine, but very sad he can’t make it this month. Actually, that’s half of the reason you arrived in the first place. How did you manage? Well, the last time Pulcinella visited to pass some gifts and goodies to his younger siblings, you were there, watching over them, and while kids were busy looking through all the stuff the “kind dédushka* P” brought them, you two got into conversation. The Fifth Harbinger is aware of the relationship his mentee and you have and, being quite different from his colleagues, he doesn’t believe relationships between people to be a distraction. Especially in this case, when Tartaglia is clearly motivated whenever you come into picture, determined to improve and progress. Archons, the elderly man already considers you Ajax’s fiancee (the ginger is at fault, but none of you actually mind, being quite sure that eventually it’ll be the case).

So, with your concern of seeing your lover rarely expressed and weighing all the risks and benefits from an upcoming decision, Pulcinella laughed and said: “You are a good young lady, and I know how smart you are. Don’t see a problem of granting some privileges to Tartaglia’s future wife.” And then a couple of days later you received all the papers and the badge, accompanied with a Fatui designed mask for you to use.

“Exactly his words?” The man muses and reaches to unbutton his overcoat and loosen his scarf a little. You give him a stinky eye, letting your act waiver a bit to slap his hand away.

“Yes, exactly his words. I know the things your superior is capable of and I am so glad he developed a soft spot for us.”

“How could he not?” Childe gives it another try, but you once again force his hand away. “Especially when you are such a kind and caring soul. And the way you tend to my younger siblings? Everyone who ever catches even a glimpse of it will have their hearts stolen,” just to humor himself he lifts the hand to his buttons again, only to watch you giving him a ‘seriously?’ kind of look. He chuckles, raising both hands in surrender.

“Childe, you are such a child sometimes”, you shake your head, stopping when the pavilion comes into view once again. Looks like you made a round somehow. “Do you really want to catch a cold right on your birthday?”

Your lover stops immediately. By his widened eyes and a dumbfounded expression it becomes clear to you - he forgot.

“My what?”

“Your birthday. This is probably the main reason I am here. When you sent that last letter and wrote there you wouldn’t be coming for a while, everyone understood, but still were very upset, especially poor Teucer. I didn’t want him to pull the same stunt he did with his travel to Liyue - and the capital is much closer to Morepesok, - so I talked to your parents and we agreed on me coming to see you and bringing you all the gifts, cards and words of congratulation. I must admit, it was hard to calm your youngest brother down and explain why I can’t take him with me to the toy factory, but I managed, eventually.”

You give your lover a moment to process the information. You can practically imagine the gears moving inside his head, tearing the cobwebs of tiredness and leading all his thoughts to the realization.

“It’s today. Today is my birthday,” Childe looks blankly at the snow at his feet. A moment later it’s almost like he snaps out of a haze.

“Oh Tsaritsa, I forgot.”

“I figured,” you chuckle, taking a step closer and cupping his cheek. “But that’s alright, love.”

“It is?” the look he gives you almost makes your heart clench. “I always make sure to come home to celebrate with everyone!”

“They know, and they understand. They only wish for you to be well, and I can assure you - while I am here, I will look after you and your health. Want me to swear with a pinkie promise?” the teasing lilt in your voice returns a smile to his face.

“No,” a big palm envelopes yours and he turns his face to plant a kiss on the inside of it, “no need, I believe you without any vow. Thank you for coming, I truly appreciate that.”

The softness that reflects in the depth of his orbs brings a similar one to your face.

“Of course, everything for my dear Ajax,” his name leaves your lips in a hushed manner, but even barely audible it sends a fluttering sensation straight to his heart. He can’t conceal his affection any longer, he needs you in private.

“Where did you stop?”

“Oh, the hotel “Imperial”. I thought it wouldn’t be suspicious if lord Harbinger visited something this luxurious.”

“Forget it. Leave me the room number, I’ll send someone to fetch your things and bring them to my residence.”

“Wait, your residence? Wouldn’t this be alarming? I mean you, bringing someone random over?” he can feel your concern, he sees the doubt in your eyes, a smile fading a little, and he almost wants to tease you for having so little faith in him. Though he decides against it.

“My people are trained well, they wouldn’t even think of questioning anything,” a reassuring squeeze of your hand gives you only a small bit of comfort.

“Either way, shouldn’t we exit separately? Playing safe and all that stuff?”

“Come on, at least three people already know I am meeting someone. Besides, you are my new business partner, remember? Pulcinella’s permit isn’t offered to every other person, no one would ask you questions once you show them the signature. Now come on!” he tugs on the hand he’s been holding this whole time, setting you in motion and then letting go of it. “Let’s get going before it starts getting dark.”

Hours later the warm water envelopes your body, making it pleasantly tingle after the time spent out there in the cold. Strong scarred arm loosely rests around your middle, the very tips of the fingers gently tickle under your ribs. The man behind you is humming something contently, keeping the other arm on the edge of a huge tub, with yours laying on top of it, fingers intertwined. Just this simple moment of peace reduces the exhaustion in his system to a minimum, and Ajax gratefully presses kisses along your shoulder - a very markless shoulder.

“I know what you are thinking about…” your voice is so relaxed, and body goes limp against his. Your free hand comes to rest on his bent knee before you continue, “but I don’t want to put a strain on your body.”

“A strain on my body?” he huffs. “You know how strong I am, and I am getting stronger every day. Unless you don’t want to?”

Your gazes connect again and you feel an arm on your waist shift. The little shit knows you are in no mood to scold him right now, getting too much pleasure in having a bath with him.

“I wouldn’t say I don’t, it’s just… My things will be here only in the morning, and that new lingerie I bought specifically for you will go to waste.”

"Don't say that," a kiss to your cheek and a squeeze on your hip. "You can wear it for me tomorrow. Today I am way too tired to unwrap a gift," at his dramatic sigh you give his knee a small slap, making him grin widely. "What? Given the conditions of never-ending work without a glimpse of finish ahead of us, your arrival is the best gift I could've asked for on my birthday - which I forgot about. But you not only reminded me of it, but became the most splendid part of it."

"Glad to hear that, Ajax. On the other hand you are right - maybe I should leave this new set for later, wouldn't want you to tear it right away."

"Love, I can't help it! You are perfect and I am no commander of my desire for you."

You laugh at it and he joins you in the merry sound, nuzzling the side of your head with his nose, inhaling the sweet aroma clinging to your skin. Finally having you this close with no one to interrupt makes it painfully obvious how much he actually missed you, even if he didn’t give this yearning much thought. Now, when it registers in every little nerve of his body, Childe grows restless. It feels like fire ignites in his bones (despite him being a Hydro user) when he glances at your face and then down the rest of your body hidden under the water. He could manipulate the density of it to caress you and set the mood, but the urge to feel you directly overpowers the initial idea.

“Babe?”

“Mmm?”

“Can I touch you?”

“Oh? Aren’t you touching me already?” you shake your linked hands and then point at the one resting on your hip. Your lover blows hot air against your ear, making you giggle and press it to your shoulder.

“Stoooop!”

“Haha, sorry, sorry,” nope, the wide grin he hides behind your hair speaks of how not sorry he, in fact, is. “But you know what I mean. Can I touch you more intimately? Consider it a present for the Birthday Boy?”

You glance back at him, witnessing an oh-so-familiar begging look in his eyes, which you know is absolutely faux. However he is right - you can’t just leave him without a gift today, the ones arriving tomorrow, well, they will be tomorrow.

Once you give him a firm nod, that pleading expression disappears as if by a spell, turning it into a look of excitement and hunger. His head dips down, while yours tilts back out of habit and it's too late when you realize your mistake - hot wet kisses are placed all over your throat. A blissful sigh passes your lips, but doesn't stray too far before a strangled moan chases it. A finger found its way between your spread legs and is now lazely toying with your clit while kisses turn into nipping and sucking, littering your skin with lovebites.

"A…jax…" you whimper, arching your back and squeezing his hand still resting on the edge of the tub.

"Yes, baby… moan my name with that lovely voice of yours…" he now uses two fingers to stroke your slit to test your wetness. Your shoulder is next to fall victim to his attack, getting more and more marks with every passing second. You don't make any attempts to stop him, only writhing in his arms so needily, legs trembling in attempts to stay open and tits bouncing with every jolt of pleasure that passes through your body.

"You are so responsive to my touch," he starts rubbing your clit in tight quick circles, making your thighs shake with each pass over your bundle of nerves, relishing in your cries. "I've neglected you for a long time, yeah? I am sorry, princess, I'll make sure to fix it, just cum for me one time."

The lewd words practically groaned into your ear make your walls squeeze around nothing and you cry in frustration. You hate how fast this man could shift the mood from relaxed to horny and reduce you to a moaning mess, controlling your desire for him and playing you like some kind of a musical instrument. You need to get out of this bath, this position, this hold to get an upper hand, but right now you can only pathetically squeeze his fingers and knee, splashing the water with how much you move around.

"A-jax, let's go to- mhaaah! The bedroom!"

"Come on, Y/N," he bites the shell of your ear, pinching your bundle and making you squeal, "I feel your pretty little clit twitching. Give me one nice release and we'll continue in the bedroom, I promise."

You start grinding on his fingers, faster and faster, letting go of his his knee and grabbing the other edge of the tub to ground yourself. Childe shifts behind you, sitting straighter and sliding your body a bit lower to be able to have a better view of everything. He is drinking in the sight of your tightly shut eyes, parted lips, producing the most melodic sounds, neck and shoulder with red little roses blooming on your skin, hardened nipples, poking from under the water and then disappearing beneath whenever you rock and arch your body, soft mounds of your breasts that make his mouth water and the pulsating heat between your legs he mercilessly stimulates.

“I’m close!” Yes, he can sense it, applying even more pressure on your clit, pulling the tightly knotted string in your stomach until it snaps and your thighs clamp around his hand. You throw your head back against his chest, arching and spasming, mewling his name in a blissed out voice. Childe, being a good (even though often unfair) lover, helps you ride your orgasm out, pressing his lips to your forehead and gently caressing your hand with his thumb.

“You’ve done so well, princess. My sweet slutty girl, moaning like this just from my fingers,” ever the master of both praise and degradation he eases you up, slowly retrieving his hand and resting it on your stomach, rubbing it in soothing circles.

“What was that for??” still trembling you are trying to catch your breath, processing that it’s been the first time in a couple of months when your lover has touched you this way. Your own hands are never enough ever since you learned the pleasure he can provide, so, even if you are slightly mad at him for a sudden attack on your mentally unprepared self, the satisfaction overshadows it.

“Come on, babe, you gave me permission,” argh, that eat-shitting grin of his. “Don’t remember you specifying anything.”

Damn, he’s right. Well, you mentally shrug your shoulders, doesn’t matter, this orgasm was amazing.

“Besides…” he catches the lock of your dump hair, curling it on his index finger. ”It’s been years ever since I’ve gotten my position and this residence, and neither this bath nor the bedrom has ever been dirtied by sex. Now we fixed it, it almost feels the same as back home. Let’s proceed to the bedroom now!”

And that’s his proving point!? Un-fucking-believable.

The short-lived shock dissipates once you are in the said bedroom. You do not even have time to take a better look at anything, as Childe is kissing you like a man starved, groping you whenever his hands can reach and leading you straight to the king-sized bed you’ve managed to catch a glimpse of on the way to the bathroom.

“Sooo,” the ginger - who no longer looks like he hasn’t slept for days, running on caffeine only - stretches the syllable, and you know, something is coming, “does Birthday Boy get a blowjob from his loving girlfriend?”

Ah, there it is.

“Seems like this loving girlfriend’s Birthday Boy is too demanding and greedy,” you send him a challenging look, to which his grin only gets wider, baring the perfectly white teeth. Wants to play a predator? Fine, you’ll prove to him once again that he is not the only one who can be in control. It’s your turn now.

“Well,” hands plaster on his chest, feeling the muscle he’s been working day and night to develop, and then slowly and sensually slide all the way to the shoulders, “I can’t really say no, right?” with a firm press you get him where you want him - sitting on the edge of the bed. “Fulfilling wishes is a part of celebration after all. Spread your legs, handsome.”

Of course he is making a scene out of it, putting one hand behind on the bed to support himself and then wrapping the other one around his half-hard dick. He is slowly stroking himself, as his legs slide open, making enough room for you to kneel on the floor.

“I bet you are thirsting for it, aren’t you, princess?” The sweet teasing man disappeared with tiredness having been moved to the background. His natural confidence blends with obtained arrogance, which lifts its head and shows a fanged mouth. Is it going to intimidate you? Not anymore, as you know all his sensitive spots. You swear, soon he’ll be begging you like crazy to not stop your ministrations.

“I bet you are thirsting for my mouth,” retorting back only earns you a deep chuckle. Getting on your knees and situating your palms on his thighs though gives you a twitch of his length. Oh, how cute.

“Well, lord Harbinger,” you slap his hand, making him release the almost hard cock, “let’s see how tough you are.”

“Haha, amuse m- gh!”

The man squeezes the comforter with his support hand, fisting and wrinkling the smooth material. You smirk cheekily, running just the tip of your tongue along his slit again and he gasps, a beautiful shuddering inhale taken. Just to be sure you lick again and then start trailing butterfly kisses down the downside of the length, only to harshly suck on the base, making your lover choke on his own breath. Childe couldn't live without some pain in his life and you, being a ‘loving girlfriend’, do not mind to provide.

"What is it, oh mighty warrior? Cat got your tongue?" You roll out your own, dragging it all the way from the base back up to the head, stimulating every bulging vein, flexing the wet muscle so it would apply some pressure with the tip. Not really caring for his answer you blow chilly air on slickened flesh and with satisfaction see how it twitches, releasing pearly bids of precum. Fingers squeeze on his thighs when you feel his hand finding its way on top of your head. But before he can regain some composure and start commanding you around, you take the flushed head between your lips, sucking, working your tongue around at the same time. Another choked gasp which already sounds close to a strangled moan and you can't help but glance up at him.

Oh, Tsaritsa, your boyfriend is a sight to behold. Eyelids lowered, giving you just a small glimpse of his ocean eyes; cheeks are adorably red, beautifully looking close to his ginger locks; lips parted just slightly, even though you see his lower lip a bit swollen - probably bit it in an attempt to collect himself. Chest is rising and falling, and the sight of his well-defined pectorals moving makes you purr, sending the vibrations straight to his cock and making the man slightly arch his back.

Hm, usually he is more in charge and less receptive just to annoy you when you blow him, but maybe the lack of sex for a long period of time is the case, and he simply hasn't gotten used to the tricks you play on his body whenever your skilled mouth is included.

Well, all better for you.

You are sucking and bobbing your head, taking not much of him - concentrating on his favorite spots around the tip - and making some use of your hands. Oh how much he loves when you pair sucking him off with dragging your nails on his abdomen or inner thighs, almost scratching him. These bits of almost tangible pain make his cock leak harder, feeling your mouth with a bitter taste. Often you leave angry red lines behind, sometimes not enough to draw blood, other times drawing just a little, sending your man into a frenzy.

Today is not the latter case, as you are not trying to overstimulate Ajax, only excite him more than necessary. And by the way he tilts his head back, heavily panting, the tight grip in your hair and legs crossing behind your body, with heels digging into your lower back, you have all the indicators he is close.

And you pull away completely.

Childe's head snaps back upright almost immediately, eyes blown wide and staring at you, at your shiny with spit and his precum lips, at the slow manner of your thumb dragging over them, cleaning the mess of fluids. He can feel the same mess running down the underside of his dick, small globs pulling at his balls and dripping down on the floor.

"W-why did you stop?" He tries to not sound whiny, though a small hint slithers its way into his tone. You give him the most charming smile you're capable of, letting go of his thighs and grabbing his knees, forcing his legs to uncross and return to the position they were in the very beginning.

"Because it's time for the present~ You've had just enough of the birthday cake, we wouldn't want you to be too full, overwise you'd have to leave it for tomorrow."

With these words you get back on your feet, admiring your work from a new angle. A masterpiece as always.

"But sitting like that won't be all that comfortable… why don't you sit closer to the headboard, hm?" Your fingertips graze his flushed cheek, gently following the contour of his jaw and the man nods with a small gulp. How cute. Just a couple of minutes ago he was looking at you arrogantly, thinking he was going to be in charge of his own pleasure, and now one of the Harbingers is gazing up at you with figurative hearts and stars in his eyes, eager for your every move and word.

Not ten seconds later he is already lying against the pillows put against the wooden surface and you are climbing on top of him, claiming his hips like you belong there.

And you do.

The moment your crotches are close his hands find their place on your hips, kneading the flesh.

"Impatient, are we?" He only huffs at your teasing remark, growing more agitated when you do not put his cock right inside of your warm and tight pussy but start grinding it all over his length, smearing the wet mess all over his lower stomach.

"You… chertóvka*!" His words are meant to bite, yet you find them highly amusing, coming from a man of his state. Such a pity that a couple of days more and he'll take a hold of things again, making you regret everything you've done to rile him up by repeatedly fucking you into this grand bed. Or maybe not only the bed, this residence is huge after all.

Finally Childe thinks when you line his cock with your hole and begin sinking down. Oh Archons his mind screams when your tight walls wrap around his manhood. Your mouth already was a mercy to his sinful body and soul, but your sweet, eagerly sucking him in pussy must be a blessing. His fingers dig into the flesh of your hips, choking a suppressed whine out of you, and it takes all of his willpower to not just thrust into your heat - he’ll leave it for later, once you get used to his girth and length again, ready to get demolished.

The room is filled with heavy breathing and your quiet moans as you grind and bounce a little to loosen up and accept more of him inside. Your lover praises you in a hushed voice, reaching his thumb to rub your clit.

“M-maybe I should’ve used the lube,” you gasp, taking an inch more, walls fluttering around the rest that is already nestled inside. His caresses help you relax but it's been so many months since the last time…

“You are doing amazing, I promise” the man assures you, circling your bundle of nerves faster. “It’s just a few more inches, you got this, just please don’t stop completely.”

It may be the desperate edge in his words, or the pulsing flesh inside of you, pushing thick veins against your sensitive walls, but you grit your teeth, fist your hand on his hard stomach, and let your pussy swallow the final inches in one go.

A broken moan tumbles from your lips, a choked noise escapes from the depths of his chest.

Your head hangs low, while his is thrown back, eyes tightly shut.

Sweat is beading and running down the back of your neck, while on him it gathers between furrowed brows.

You can't stop slightly shaking from how full you are, he can hardly keep his legs pressed to bed, to not have the temptation of planting his feet firmly on the mattress to draw his hips down and back up, giving you both what you've been craving.

A minute passes, then one more. You slowly catch your breaths and get adjusted to each other. Staying connected like this shows just how long it has been since the last time you two were together.

The gingerhead is the first to come back to his senses, gliding his wide palms over your hips and sliding them right to your ass, cupping each cheek and starting to carefully grind you on top of him. Oh, what a delicious whine he hears and an excited glint in your eyes he witnesses. Carefully rocking your hips, you grab the headboard for leverage, testing the waters and your all once again found limits. It won't take long to push the maximum line further, but for now you have to be cautious, and Ajax understands that, watching all of the reactions attentively.

At some point your gazes link and you give him a smile, which he happily returns, reaching out for your cheek. Getting the hint you bend, capturing his lips in a kiss, deepening it right away. Soon you are devouring each other's mouths, creating a dirty melody of wet sounds and hungry noises, with all these battling your tongues are doing.

You feel how he is getting turned on, pent up energy evident in how frantically he pushes his hand from your cheek to hold the back of your head - leaving you no opportunity to stop this wild making out session. It's so wet already, slick is coating his cock, which starts sliding in and out more easily, but still firmly pressing against your tight walls, molding you into the shape of him.

Childe moans when you bite on his lower lip and suddenly lift your hips almost halfway up his dick, only to drop yourself back down on it. You repeat the motion, not forgetting to squeeze around him, and Ajax's fingers grip harder on your hair.

"You little-" he groans at the feeling of your nails scraping against his abdomen. Fuck, he forgot your hands have been pretty much not occupied since the moment you released the headboard to kiss him. Oh no, you better use them to hold tight onto him for what he is going to do next.

You jolt and half yelp half moan from a thrust his dick makes when he forces his body into a sitting position. There is a hand still squeezing your asscheek, the other lets go of your hair and is now fondling with your breast, squeezing the soft mound.

"Come on, ride your birthday man, love," and with that his mouth latches on your second tit. His plan works perfectly, as there are instantly hands gripping on his shoulder and hair. Childe pays it absolutely no mind, sucking on your hardened nipple and thumbing the other one. He leaves marks all over your pretty breasts the next moment and you are not left with much choice but to moan and whine while bouncing on his dick, trying to set the pace, which, with the distraction your lover is making, proves to be quite a task.

"Ajax," you try to beg, combing through his hair, though your fingers flex into a grip involuntarily whenever he stimulates the bud too harshly or the head of his cock nudges that spot inside of you, "please, c-calm down a little, I can't concentrate…"

The only answer you get is a mischievous glance from him and his mouth being full of your breast. Oh, and also that thrust he makes that almost forces you forward on top of him.

Childe hums, not missing how the vibration against your mound sends goosebumps all over your skin, and releases the less abused tit, grabbing your other buttock.

"Huh, you are so sloppy," he muses, flexing his arms and making the taut muscles bulge under his pale scarred skin. "Leaving all the work for me to do, while it is my celebration…But I am a merciful man, so hold still."

And that's the only warning you get before he starts fucking into you with a faster pace and steady rhythm, getting a bit fed up with how slowly everything was. He loves it when you are clawing at his back, moaning and screaming in his ear and at the back of his mind he thinks that it's such a pity he let all of his staff go, the fucker would love to have at least ears directed to his performance.

Which has you a slutty mess in a spawn of seconds, pussy squelching with wetness, walls contracting around his pulsating cock, gripping it deliciously and…

"Your pussy is so eager to milk me out of my cum, love," he practically purrs in your shoulder, giving you another bite. Fuck, you moan louder, holding onto his back for dear life, his dominant side is showing sooner when you anticipated. "I bet you want every last drop of it. I'll give it to you, but you have to promise you won't spill a bit."

The pleasure is so intense, you have no desire to fight him for control, too horny to care who is in charge. Your brain screams at you to respond, knowing all too well that Ajax is unfair, he can stop if you take too long, and it’ll be such an awful disturbance. You feverishly nod, trying to move too, to meet his thrusting, but the snapping of his hips is so unruled, you do not manage.

"Words, princess, I need words," the commanding tone makes you look into his eyes and you almost cum on the spot, reading the look of adoration twisted by hunger in his eyes of raging waves in a storm. You need a moment to collect your thoughts, but a palm, slapping your buttock, makes it quicker, prompting you to respond hastily.

"Y-yes, I want your cum! Please give it to me!"

"Aren't you forgetting something? That teeny-tiny word, hm?" The hand is squeezing your flesh in a warning, but you needn’t any reminder - the sting is still present.

"Please, Sir,” it goes straight to his dick and Childe groans, bucking his hips involuntarily, ruining the pace. A simple word he is called every day is but a mere reminder of his higher position, not once making his cock jump against its confines, but leaving your mouth… Never ceases to arouse him.

"What a good girl," he praises and brings your body even flusher to his own, chasing both of your releases, letting you shout wantonly into the sex-smelling air, hiding his own noises of pleasure in the crook of your neck.

When the high is about to hit him, Childe registers two hands grasping his head and forcing him to look up, and then there is a slobbery kiss right when your pussy constricts and you cum hard.

The last thing the man becomes aware of is his back hitting the mattress, your body falling on top, lips following lips and his seed shooting deep into your tight heat. Then everything turns white.

Orgasm continues to roll through you, as you grind and whine, feeling the warmth spreading inside and wild shudder running down your back.

“F-fuck…” a whimper against his swollen lips, but yours are no better. There is barely any strength to lift a finger, so you let your forehead bump into his chin, head heavy and thoughts all over the place. Eyes refuse to stay focused and eyelids slide shut. Palms are still holding his face. Hands are still cupping your ass. Your bodies refuse to let go of each other, staying impossibly close to share a heartbeat, to share one afterglow.

Time hardly matters, thus you both have no idea for how long you have been lying like this. The ginger opens his eyes and stares at the ceiling. He thinks he saw a beautiful dream, not having ever dared to wish for this to happen, but everything is real: this bedroom is real, this bed is real, the smell of desire and sweat is real, the heat is real, he is real, you are so damn real…

There is a slight movement and instead of his chin the lips are touching your forehead, just enough to power you up to lift your head and meet his softer and much calmer gaze.

“Hey,” you sweetly murmur, running your fingertips over his cheekbone.

“Hi,” his hands now rest on your waist and a voice is so sexily hoarse. “That was mind-blowing, beautiful.”

“I know, right?” a smile tugs on your lips and Childe’s heart flutters, something that it does only around his dear ones.

“I missed this. I missed you,” now your heart skips a beat at his confession and your palms frame his face in a gentle hold.

“This is one hundred percent mutual, Ajax.”

“Y/N…”

“I am happy you loved the present. Even included me in your fun, which, now that I think of it, probably cost me an ability to walk tomorrow.”

A joyful laugh brushes your hair and one hand lifts to bury in the tangled strands, eliciting a purr out of you.

“That’s amazing, actually. You’ll spend the day in bed while I am away at work, and when I return you’ll be well-rested to continue. We have a lot to catch on after all.”

Humming against the skin of his neck, you gently nibble here and there, giving him small hickies. It doesn’t sound that bad, as long as no one disturbs you and you get the whole place all to yourself.

But it is to be discussed later. Somewhere in the residence a grandfather clock struck eleven - you still have a whole hour of today. Awesome, as you almost forgot to tell him the most essential thing.

“Happy birthday, Ajax. I love you.”

“I love you too, Y/N. Thanks for being mine.”

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