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hazybisou · 9 months

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❛ OH BABY, BABY ❜

🎧 🎸 every single little moment, every single little sunshine

summary - when walking the streets of Michigan, you never know what to expect. maybe that’s why y/n never expected for a little boy to literally run into her with his fine ass cute father behind him.

pairing - f!reader x single dad!quinn hughes

side note - dad quinn 😻😻 that’s all i got to say as of now. my mans so fine 😍😍 (this takes place during the summer so about right now)

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the slight breeze blew through her hair as she hugged her zip up closer to her body and grabbing the hood, putting it on over her head slightly. y/n had decided the weather was warm but windy enough to go outside and take a walk and get some fresh air. she had the day off from her job as a social media photographer for the Detroit Tigers.

y/n loved her job. she knew the second she saw her sister take part in sports photography that’s what she wanted to do. she took an internship during her junior year at the University of Michigan and once she had graduated, she had applied for the job as one of the photographers for the Detroit Tigers. two days after her interview, she had gotten an email form the organization saying she had gotten the job. since then she had been working with the MLB organization.

the young woman had just turned the corner and made her way into a local park in Michigan. her hand made its way into her pocket and pulled her phone out. she grabbed her earphones out of the other and connected them to her phone before placing them in her ears. she quickly swiped and clicked on spotify before she began to hear the lyrics to ‘Stay Ready’ by Jhene Aiko as she slid her phone into her pocket once again.

the music seemed to block out the noises of the children’s laughter and giggling as they slid down the slide or swung on the swing, being pushed by their parents or siblings or other children. the noise of the cars passing by and their honking were muffled.

she began to think about her life here in Michigan and if she were to stay her the rest of her life. find the one, have kids, grow old. the idea seemed nice in her head but she knew things may never go her way as god had other plans for her.

y/n suddenly felt something hit her leg. she heard a little ‘oof’ and a thud and looked down to see a little boy with brown, wavy hair on the ground. she took her earphones out and placed them in her pocket where her phone was.

she kneeled down to the little boys height and helped him get up. “are you okay?” her eyes scanned his small figure to check for any injures.

“i sorry.” the little voice made her melt. she always had a soft spot for kids. “i didn’t mean to.”

y/n smiled. “i know you didn’t, it’s okay.” she looked around for his father or mother or anyone who might’ve known him. “where your mom?”

he shrugged.

“your dad?” she tried and the boy turned around and pointed towards the way he came from.

“he’s over there.” he told y/n and she looked behind him to see a man with a slight subtle and neatly styled hair looking around frantically.

he was cute.

“what’s your name?” she asked the little boy who looked up at her with big doe eyes.

“roan.” he stated proudly with a grin on his face. “what’s yours?”

her smile turned into a small laugh. “y/n.”

she saw the little boys hand extend. she placed her hand in his and he placed a quick kiss to it and let out a ‘mwah’ as he did so.

“aw how cute.” y/n cooed as she let out a small giggle.

roan leaned in forward. “daddy says when’s pretty girl is around, to kiss her hand when you meet her.” he explained. “you a pretty girl.”

“your dad seems like a wonderful person.”

roan nodded. “he is.”

she looked at him and finally wondered if his father had figured out he was over here with her. her question was answered when she heard the padding of feet get closer but slow down as they neared. she saw the legs of a person behind roan and looked up to find the man she saw earlier looking down at his son. he kneeled down to be eye level with roan.

“roan, i thought i told you to stay next to me.” the man scolded the little boy who looked up at the man while squinting his eyes at the sun.

“i sorry daddy. but i wanted to go play! you promised.” roan exclaimed with his arms up.

quinn shook his head. “don’t do that again, okay? you scared me.”

“ok.” roan whispered as he wrapped his arms around his dad. quinn took the little boy into his arms and y/n watched with adoration in her eyes as she stood up.

the pair pulled away and quinn stood up while roan went and stood by y/n’s side, grabbing her hand and holding it. “daddy i made a friend!” he exclaimed, excitement evident in his voice.

quinn looked down towards her. holy was she beautiful. her smile was warm and gave him a welcoming feeling. he never experienced that from anyone other than his own mother.

“hi, i’m y/n!” she held her hand out for quinn to shake with a smile on her face.

he took it in his own and shook it slightly. “quinn.” he let go of it and watched as she put it down. “it’s nice to meet you.”

“nice to meet you too.” she looked down at roan and shook their hands that were still held together . “roan here happened to run into me.”

“did he now?” quinn looked at the young boy who smiled sheepishly. “well i hope he said sorry.”

roan just nodded his head. “ i did. like you told me to.”

y/n laughed. “he was such a gentleman.” she looked at quinn. “roan’s a sweet boy.”

quinn’s eyes softened. “i’m guessing i raised him right if he was called a gentleman by a pretty lady like yourself.” the words left his mouth before he could even stop them. “i didn’t mean it like that, well like i did, but not like that. you’re very pretty-”

y/n let out a small chuckle. “it’s ok, i know what you meant.” she stood there for a second. “you’re pretty hot, you know that?”

quinn felt himself blush and turn red. “oh, um, thank you.” he looked down at his watch and his eyes widened as he noticed he would be late to dinner with his family if he didn’t leave now. “oh i am very sorry but we have to go and get ready.” quinn reached down and picked roan up before settled him on his hip. “do you think i can i get your number?”

“no, i’m sorry.”

quinn’s smiled faltered slightly. “oh it’s fine-”

“but can i get yours before i go?” y/n asked.

“oh, of course. uhh, can i-” y/n pulled her phone out and opened to her contacts before clicking on the add sign. quinn smiled and typed in his number. “here you go.”

“i’ll see you around then.” y/n said and she looked at roan. “bye roan! it was very nice meeting you.”

roan leaned forward in his fathers arm, wrapping his own arms around y/n and she did the same back, “bye bye!” he turned his head and placed a open mouthed kiss on her cheek with a loud ‘mwah’.

“cute kid.” y/n told quinn as she saved quinn’s number and put her phone away in her pocket. “bye quinn.”

“goodbye y/n.”

she turned around and began walking back to her apartment with quinn and roan on her mind. he was very attractive.

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it was 10:13 pm and quinn has just put roan to sleep in his bed after coming back to the lake house from dinner with his family. he walked back quietly to his own room which next to roan’s and got into bed, pulling the sheets over his body. he grabbed his phone, in hopes he would get a text from a certain person. with no luck he sighed and put his phone on his nightstand, ready to drift off to sleep.

*ding*

he grabbed his phone and saw an unknown number had sent him a text. he opened it and quickly saw who it was.

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though i forgot abt you or what?

roan’s daddy

just a little bit

y/n 💞

well goodnight quinn

send my love to roan

roan’s daddy

what abt me??!

y/n 💞

🫢🫢

maybe later

roan’s daddy

goodnight y/n

quinn turned off his phone and placed it where it was previously on his nightstand before he turned around and closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep with y/n on his mind.

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turned out way better then expected. anywyas daddy quinn got me feeling some type of way. isn’t roan the sweetest little boy?? ☺️☺️💕💕 first post ever since my last one

#quinn hughes #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes x reader #nhl imagine #vancover canucks #nhl #nhl hockey #hockey #isa’s works 🦭

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xddaengx · 1 year

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play along : the series ⎜pt 10

✧ Pairings: mingyu x afab!reader ⎜seokmin x afab!reader ⎜

✧ Genre: Poly!AU ⎜ Idol!AU ⎜ Established Relationship ⎜ Romance ⎜

✧ Warnings: bottom!seokmin ⎜soft top!mingyu ⎜switch!reader⎜threesome? ⎜fingering ⎜face sitting ⎜face riding ⎜blindfolding ⎜handcuffing⎜needy seokmin ⎜seokmin is a giver ⎜oral (f receiving and m receiving) ⎜voyeur mingyu ⎜breath play ⎜nipple stimulation ⎜you know what doja cat said about big noses, right? ⎜

✧ Word Count: 4k

✧ Summary: Your boyfriend proposes the idea, that he shares you with his 12 best friends.

✧ Author’s Note: This is the second last part to this series :( so expect the next part to go out with a bang, I can say the members who haven't had a chapter so far *cough* 95 line *cough* will definitely be the ring leaders.

(ROUGHLY EDITED)

Things have been different recently.

You can feel it in the way all eyes turn towards you as you walk into the room. The boys jumping up from their chairs to make room for you to sit with them. Shooting quick glances when you sit besides them, more often then not each of them scooting closer to have a body part in contact with you. Hoshi outright shoved Dino off the chair besides him to make room for you the other day.

Hoshi is usually the worst when it comes to wanting to share his affection.

“She always sits next to Wonwoo, it’s my turn.” Hoshi whines from his spot on the couch, pointing at the clearly empty cushion besides him, Seungkwan glaring up at the elder from his new spot on the floor, Wonwoo just grins at his friend his hand firm as he tugs you closer to him, his fingers laced with yours.

Hoshi whines louder as Mingyu just shrugs, not taking his eyes of the video game on the T.V, Hoshi pleading at the leader to do something.

“She’s not a toy, guys.” Seungcheol mumbles from his seat on the floor, shaking his head at the younger members antics. He rolls his eyes as Hoshi continues, shooting a quick glance at Wonwoo who sighs, understanding that the fun is over, his hand loosening in yours.

“Finally.” Hoshi exclaims, patting the seat besides him enthusiastically, before Mingyu jumps up looking down at his phone with wide eyes.

“Don’t say it.” Hoshi groans as Mingyu glances at you and then over to the tiger-wannabe with slumping shoulders.

“We actually have to go.” Mingyu mumbles, Hoshi huffing in defeat as he slouches against the back of the couch.

“I told you not to say it.” Hoshi grumbles his arms crossed against his chest. You stand from your seat, tip toeing your way across the room trying to avoid standing on any of the men sprawled across the floor. Mingyu hands you your bag before reaching for the front door.

“Oh just one quick thing.” You say before shuffling over to the back of the lounge pausing behind the still frowning performance leader.

“Be a good little kitty and play nice.” You whisper as you lean down to his ear, your lips grazing the underside of his jaw as you press a quick kiss against his skin, “I’ll sit besides you next time, I promise.” You continue Hoshi quickly fixing his posture as he nods.

Seungcheol stifles a laugh at the quick change in attitude from the performance leader as you wave a quick goodbye to everyone in the room, shuffling back over to the eager to leave man by the front door. Smiling up at your boyfriend as he holds his hand out for you to grab, his palm warm as you slide your hand into his. You wave to the others as Mingyu drags you out of the apartment, his hand tugging you to his side.

“Seokmin said everything was ready to go.” Mingyu whispers as you both step into the elevator, going down two floors before stepping out. “He said I should warn you ahead of time that he’s a giver.”

You raise your brows at Mingyu’s words asking for more explanation as he stops in front of his new apartment pressing numbers into the keypad before throwing the door open and guiding you inside.

You turn towards the rack besides the door, hanging up your bag and kicking your shoes off.

“Follow me,” Mingyu says as he walks down the hallway towards his bedroom. You slowly follow behind him as he pushes open the door to his room the sight of a half naked Seokmin on the bed taking you by surprise.

Mingyu says nothing as he pulls you into the room, before closing the bedroom door behind the two of you. Your eyes trail over the body on the bed, the glean of the handcuffs causing you to quirk a brow, the loose silk ribbon tied around Seokmin’s eyes making you turn to glance up at your boyfriend.

“When I talked with him about today he only really had one request.” Mingyu begins, taking a seat on the chair in the corner of the room, patting his lap for you to take a seat. You oblige him, Mingyu pulling you down, your back pressed against his chest, your eyes trailing over the bed watching Seokmin’s chest rise and fall calmly as Mingyu whispers against your neck.

“Like I said before Seokmin here, is a giver” Mingyu emphasis his words by pointing over to the man on the bed, a gentle smile on his lips, “He always has been, and he has been dreaming about the day where you sit on his face until he can’t breath.” Mingyu’s breath is hot against your skin as a gasp gets caught in your throat, Seokmin’s breathing falters as he listens to the soft words of his friends, the blindfold stopping him from being able to see your reaction.

“Would you like that, princess?” Mingyu questions your head nodding as your teeth catches your lip, your eyes unable to leave the tanned skin of the man on the bed. Seokmin was expectedly toned, his chest defined and his abdomen tight. His biceps were mouth watering, straining as he tugs at the handcuffs that leave him trapped on the mattress.

All of the members could be defined as well built, even the shortest made up for his lack of height in other areas but Seokmin sat near the top with some of the bigger members of the group - he had always piqued your interest as one of the sweetest members, you didn’t even realised what he could be hiding beneath his oversized sweaters.

“Princess, you’re going to have to use your words so our friend can be more involved.” Mingyu mumbles as he presses a teasing kiss against the edge of your shoulder. “Would you like Seokmin to eat you out till you can’t take it anymore?” Mingyu reiterates, his teeth gently sinking into your shoulder as you move to nod again.

“Yes.” You choke out, letting out a stuttered breath as the grin returns to Seokmin’s face, the man obviously pleased with your answer.

“Should I warm her up for you, kyeom?” Mingyu asks into the room, Seokmin answering back with a rough “Please” as Mingyu’s fingers graze the hem of your skirt. His fingers are gentle on your thighs, softly scraping up the sides until they sit at the edge of your underwear your skirt covering his hands.

“Underwear on or off?” Mingyu asks the room, you’re not sure whose he’s asking until Seokmin answers.

“On but take off the skirt.” His voice echos from the bed, his body shifting slightly on the mattress your eyes trained on him as you feel Mingyu’s fingers pinch the edge of your skirt slowly pulling it down your legs. He takes his time lifting each leg to guide the fabric over your knees letting it drop to the floor as the cool air in the room hits the arousal soaking your panties.

“You good, baby?” Mingyu asks as he presses soft kisses against your flaming hot neck, your head nodding, Mingyu’s teeth grazing your skin as you let out a soft, “yes.”

“Shirt on or off?” Mingyu asks next and this time you know who he’s talking to watching Seokmin’s nose scrunch in consideration.

“On but take off her bra.” Mingyu smiles against you pressing another chaste kiss to your skin before leaning back, making room for his hands to slip under your shirt unclasping the light blue lacy material the straps dropping off your shoulder as you pull your arms out of them, Mingyu pulling the garment out from under your shirt. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion and Seokmin’s choices.

“Do you have a question to ask?” Mingyu asks you and you shiver as his hands are back on your thighs, holding you steady as he spreads his legs, your legs hooked over each of his spreading too, opening you up for him.

“I’m just confused why he wants me like this” You say your body falling back against your boyfriend as he adjusts in his chair a little.

“Well?” Mingyu spurs the man on the bed to answer.

“What kind of underwear is she wearing?” Seokmin asks carefully.

“Well she was wearing a matching set she got for her birthday.” Mingyu starts, “It’s light blue and the bra was seethrough lace, it’s one of her favourites.” He continues, the man on the bed letting out a soft sigh. “Now she has on some cotton cheeky bikini briefs, it’s got the lace trim around the edges and the little bow on the waistband that you love.” You can tell Mingyu is teasing his friends, his fingers trailing up your thighs to fiddle with the lace edges of your underwear, pulling them away from your skin and letting it snap back into place, the sounds echoing around the almost silent room.

“Her ass is bare against my sweatpants, I can feel her dripping against me.” Mingyu adds for good measure as you and Seokmin let out matching sighs, the tension prickling over your bare skin.

“And her shirt?” Seokmin asks, adding “it is the one she wore to dinner the other night?” Your brows raise in surprise, this was the shirt you wore to dinner a week ago, a loose tank top made of thin white material that you had tucked into a pair of jeans.

“It is.” Mingyu confirms glancing down the front of you with a smile. “You can see her nipples through the material, she’s so turned on for you.” Seokmin smiles his head raising a little before falling back to the pillows after realising he can’t see anything.

“I love when she walks around in those flimsy pyjamas, she never thinks we’re watching but we all are.” Seokmin groans, his cock twitching a little in his sweats. “And when she bends over to grab stuff from the cupboards” He lets out a hoarse laugh. Mingyu just nods in agreement, his fingers finally finished with their fidgeting “over or under?”

Seokmin doesn’t hesitate this time saying a quick almost breathless “under” Mingyu’s hands obliging quickly. His hands stroke up the sides of your hips before his right hand lifts off your body raising until his two middle fingers tap against your lips.

“Suck.” He says quietly, his fingers slipping into your mouth easily as you suck on the digits, twirling your tongue around them before he pulls them from your mouth, quickly dipping them under the waist band of your panties. You let out a soft whimper as his fingers slide between your folds, your head falling back into the crevice between his neck and shoulder, Mingyu’s head turning to place a soft kiss against your cheek.

“She’s so wet for you.” Mingyu tells his friends, watching the way your body relaxes against him, your legs spreading further as he works against you, his friends on the bed bucking his hips at the soft sounds that escape you.

“Make her do that again.” Seokmin’s voice is husky as he makes his request. Mingyu - enjoying the way you tense slightly at the words before relaxing - is obedient. His fingers dip inside your wet heat slowly, dragging against your walls as he pushes in and pulls back out at a snails pace.

“Fuck.” You moan, your bottom lip getting trapped between your teeth as you let out another throaty moan as Mingyu pumps his fingers back inside you.

“Watch him, princess.” Mingyu mumbles in your ear, before latching his lips on your pulse point sucking harshly against your skin as his fingers pump a bit faster, the palm of his hand grazing against your clit ever so softly. You turn your head slightly before peeling your eyes open, letting out a soft sigh at the sight of the man on the bed.

Seokmin’s hands are gripping the chain of the handcuffs his body coiled tightly as he bites down on his lip, trying to stay quiet. Every time Mingyu pulls a gentle sound from you his hips buck and his chest heaves, a slow growing patch on wetness in the crotch of his pants.

“I think she’s ready for you.” Mingyu says, his fingers pausing before pulling out of your underwear, sucking his wet fingers into his mouth with a grin. He lifts you slightly, helping you to your feet before patting the bare cheeks of your ass and motioning for you to move over to the bed.

You shuffle to the bed gently sitting on the edge of the mattress Seokmin taking a sharp inhale at the feeling of the shift in movement. “How do you want me?” You question softly, slowly reaching a hand out, running the tips of your fingers down Seokmin’s restrained arm, the muscles flexing as you move, goosebumps rising on his skin.

“On my face.” Seokmin says quickly. “Please god, sit on my face.” He hums again, his hips bucking urgently at the thought.

“How about we take care of this first?” You suggest, your fingers trailing down Seokmin’s heaving chest, dipping between the crevices of his abs before pausing at the waistband of his pants. Seokmin stops breathing as you dip your hand into his pants, your fingers curling around his cock as you watch his face.

“Do you always go commando?” You question with a smile, glancing over your shoulder to your boyfriend who watches with his arm crossed against his chest, a pleased smile on his face. Seokmin shakes his head furiously, letting out a stuttered breath as you stroke him twice. “Do you mind if I play for a little?” Seokmin shakes his head again, his hair becoming a mess on top of his head.

“Please.” His whisper is barely audible as you pull your hand off his cock, pushing his sweats off his hips, moving them off his legs, his cock springing to life, smacking against his stomach before you wrap your hand around it again.

“Spread your legs.” You hum as you stroke his cock, the pre cum leaking continuously out of his tip. Seokmin does as told, spreading his legs.

You smile climbing further onto the mattress slipping your body between his outstretch legs, his cock still in hand as you dip your head down licking a long stripe from the base of his cock to the tip.

Seokmin flinches, letting out a high whine as you take the tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it before pulling off with a pop. Mingyu lets out a low chuckle as you continue the same pattern, long lick, just the tip before pulling off and starting again.

As your mouth continues, your hands move up his torso, fingertips grazing his hard nipples before reaching just a little bit further, closing around his throat. “Mingyu said you’re a giver” You hum as you test him, pressing lightly on his throat for a few seconds before releasing the pressure, his mouth falling open as he nods.

“Tell me Min, has anyone ever given back?” You ask, his head quickly shaking no. You smile lightly, leaning forwards to catch his lips with yours, your hand still loose around his throat. Seokmin lets out a surprised sound, his lips quickly following yours as he sighs into your mouth. “You’re so handsome.” You praise as you pull away sitting back on your knees to look down at him, his tanned skin is glistening with sweat, his cock twitching under your gaze.

He bits his lip at your praise, clamping his mouth shut as a whine escapes him, your lips latching onto his left nipple as you press down on his throat again. You can’t help the smile that blooms as you feel his hot cum hit his stomach, the white strands smearing between the two of you, your shirt turning transparent where his cum latches to the fabric.

“Good boy.” You praise pressing a soft kiss to his chest as you release him. Seokmin’s body relaxes into the mattress as Mingyu’s eyes widen. “Did he just cum?” He asks your head nodding as you glance over your shoulder at him. “You barely touched him.” Mingyu comments your shoulders just shrugging.

“I guess Min was just a bit tense.” You say, Seokmin’s head nodding slowly.

“Can you sit on my face now?” He asks you his arms tugging against the handcuffs as he tries to sit up on the bed. You reach forwards your finger tracing the bottom of the ribbon over Seokmin’s eyes silently asking for permission. He nods tightly, just once as you lift the fabric off his eyes.

He takes a moment, squeezing his eyes closed before slowing prying them open, glancing over your body with wide eyes. “God, please just fucking sit on my face.” He groans, his arms tugging at the handcuffs again, his eyes meeting yours before shooting over to the key sat on the bedside table.

You lean over him, your clothed breasts rubbing along his bare chest, his semi hard cock pressed between your bodies, starting to swell again. You slide the key into each handcuff releasing his hands before helping him unlatch them from the bed frame. Seokmin just smiles finally free to move as he sits up, his lips finding yours, his hands pulling your body against his. He smothers you against his chest as his tongue slide along your bottom lip.

Seokmin’s kisses are just as sweet as his personality, gentle, teasing kisses only just pressing against your lips before pulling away to look down at you again, his hands stroking up your sides under your shirt before his gaze flicks over your shoulder to his friend.

“This still okay?” He asks Mingyu who just shrugs back, his own hand dipping into his pants, moving slowly on his cock.

“Don’t ask me.” Mingyu answers, “Ask her.” He adds. Seokmin’s gaze flicks to yours, the question obvious. You chuckle, pushing gently on his shoulder till he lies back down, slipping off the mattress to move closer to his face. You kneel besides his head, brushing the hair off his forehead before lifting one leg over him, hovering in a straddle above his mouth.

“Three taps.” You say quietly, gripping his now free hand placing it on your thigh. “Three taps and I’ll get off.” You reiterate, Seokmin nodding in understanding as his other hand comes up to grip your hips pulling your clothed pussy down to his mouth.

“Heaven” You feel Seokmin mumble against you, his fingers pushing your panties out of the way before he takes a long lick of your cunt, your hands reaching up to brace against the headboard as he delves in. You let out heavy breaths as the lewd sounds of Seokmin licking and sucking echo in the room.

“Holy shit.” Mingyu curses as he watches his best friend, your head turning to face him, the stimulation quickly growing. “He eats pussy like a demon.” Mingyu chuckles as he pulls his cock out of his pants, squeezing the flesh as you let out a whimper as Seokmin dips his tongue inside of you.

Mingyu’s right, Seokmin eat you out better than anyone has before, using every inch of his face to incite pleasure, his tongue swirls around your entrance his head bobbing to get better access, his nose nudging against your clit.

Every time he sucks the small bundle of nerves into his mouth your body jumps to get away from him, his hands just pulling you back down to him harder, your thighs clenching around his head as he slurps up anything that escapes your pussy.

“Seokmin…” you whine as your hips buck, his teeth grazing against your clit as he nibbles on the flesh, giving himself a chance to breath he turns his head, pressing soft kisses to the flesh on your thighs. “I’m so close.” You whine again, he delves back in, his hips pushing your hips forwards before pulling them back his nose dragging between your lips.

Your hips lift of his face as your orgasm hits, thrusting in the air as his mouth chases after you, pressing his tongue against your sensitive pussy as you ride out your high. Your breathing begins to settle as you move to lift your leg over him, his hand gripping you and sitting you right back down.

“No.” He growls, his hands moving to grip your ass, “Again.” He demands, your hips stuttering forwards as his begins sucking.

“Min, I can’t.” You hiss as overstimulation hits. Seokmin gives no fucks as he removes one hand from your ass his finger pressing against your entrance as his mouth circles your clit.

“One more.” He pleads, his fingers slipping into you with ease as you let out a yelp. It doesn’t take long for the second high to hit, Seokmin’s fingers just barely moving in and out of you, taking time to explore your walls as his tongue lavishes you.

Mingyu lets out a long groan as wetness soaks Seokmin’s face, his tongue working quickly to collect what he can, the man letting out a satisfied hum beneath you, the vibrations making you squeal as your hips jump away from his face, your body forcing itself off of him as you pant.

You glance over to your boyfriend whose black shirt is now smeared with his release before flicking back to Seokmin who lays still on his back a very pleased smile on his face.

“That was everything.” He comments, his hand raising to his mouth sucking off your wetness before he lets it drop back to the mattress. “I think I’m in love with you.” He says softly, Mingyu jumping up off his seat as you adjust your panties back into place.

“I think you’re just pussy drunk, man.” He comments as he helps his friend sit up. “Maybe go get cleaned up before your profess your love to my girlfriend.” He says clapping Seokmin on the back. Seokmin gets the hint quickly, sliding off the bed and making his way down the hall to the bathroom, the shower turning on soon after.

“Must’ve been some good pussy.” You laugh breathlessly as Mingyu takes a seat next to you on the mattress chuckling in response. Mingyu leans forwards pressing a chaste kiss to your lips before slumping against the wall, his hand finding yours.

“He might’ve meant it.” He says, and you freeze. “What would you do if he did?” Mingyu adds.

You don’t know how to respond. Your eyes flick to meet your boyfriends as you squeeze his hand, bringing it to your mouth to press soft kisses to his knuckles.

“Honestly?” You question and Mingyu nods, watching you with full focus. “I don’t know, I’ve never really thought of anything beyond you and me.”

“What if we opened things up?” He spurts out.

“Like we both date other people as well as each other?” You clarify, Mingyu shaking his head.

“Like you date other people.” He responds, “Like we see if polyamory might be an option?” You’re stunned, your mouth gaping as you stare at him, he sighs his free hand reaching forwards to push some hair off your face.

“I was thinking the other day about how great you are for the guys, how great the past few weeks have been. They can give you everything I can’t.” He says quietly his eyes soft and sincere as you shake your head.

“Gyu…”

“I didn’t mean it like that, I just mean it would be good for all of us. All I want is for you to be happy.” He mumbles and you squeeze his hand again.

“I am happy, gyu. With you I’m the happiest person in the world.” Mingyu nods at your words pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before adding.

“Just think about it, okay? Don’t worry about it hurting me cause it won’t. You’re my person and to share you with some of my favourite people ever would be a dream come true.” He whispers before glancing over to the ensuite and back at you.

“How about we get cleaned up?”

#seventeen x reader #seventeen smut #seventeen fanfic #mingyu #mingyu x reader #mingyu smut #mingyu fanfic #seokmin #seokmin x reader #seokmin smut #seokmin fanfic #dokyeom #dokyeom x reader #dokyeom smut #dokyeom fanfic #poly au seventeen #seventeen ot13 x reader #play along : the series

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shmpxx · 1 year

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BACKSEAT — k.h

⛤ kazutora hanemiya x fem! reader

sex with kazutora in the backseat of the car

cw. smut. unprotected sex. oral (m. receiving). car sex. pet names(?). creampie. a bit fluff. sub(?)kazutora

you had kazutora in the backseat of the car, glaring down to watch you bob your head on his cock, swirling your tongue around his tip and taking him so deep into your mouth very slowly and steady that got him hiss through his teeth in pleasure and the only thing he could grab on was the seats instead of your head but it felt so tempting to do so.

“hah!— shit. f-feels so good baby. feels so--ah!”

he cups your face with his shaky hand, rubbing his thumb across your cheek being soft and gentle with you as you took your time.

It felt so good he clenched his teeth hard and couldn’t help but whimper and whine you thought he sounded so cute. His chest rising up and down as if he couldn’t control his breathing to started to get lightheaded with your mouth giving him such warmth and your tongue doing wonders on his tip already about to cum in an instant.

kazutora tried to bit his lip to suppress his voice from whimpering and wailing out loud he leaned his head back against the window shutting his eyes tight. He tried to catch his breath though he couldn’t, not the way you were sucking onto his sensitive nerves and licking over the slit of his tip got him over the edge.

kazutora being very vocal turned you on so much. You liked the way he would squirm and whine in your touch about how good your making him feel and your were his angel and only his, how lucky he was to have you.

“yeah yeah yeah..just like that—ah fuc-“

he starts to buck his hips. wanting you to go deeper to hit the spot in the back of your throat.

the tip of your nose hitting his pelvis, eyes watering as you were about to gag. “take your time princess..” he whispers in a sweet tone “but I’m so close baby please-“ he cries.

“i love you..you’re so good to me…mm!”

his stomach turning into knots as he was about to load his cum into your mouth. You bobbed your head faster even so he was still rocking his hips into your mouth.

he comes inside your mouth, his dick twitching against your tongue and he finally catches his breath.

when you pull away your saliva was connected between your lips and his dick.

how the tip of his cock was still flushed red and didn’t calm down, cum still leaking and dripping.

“I wanna make you feel good, please let me make you feel good i wanna be inside of you already in that pretty pussy” he’s already having you laid back to rub your clit through your panties. how damp they got when he pressed down onto your most sensitive area. He removed your panties down to your ankles now glaring at your glistening cunt like it’s calling for his cock. He was so ready, ready to sink his dick into you.

he almost came the second time as soon as he sheaves his dick into your hole before he could get the rhythm with his hips, already moaning loudly feeling another sensation of the warmness your giving him, your walls feeling so welcoming to his dick.

“you’re so pretty tora—your such a pretty boy” you tuck the front blonde part of his hair behind his ears on each side to see his pretty face, he was truly gorgeous even the tiger tattoo standing out on his neck and the small mole under his eye. The way you looked so mesmerized had him melt maybe even his eyes welled up with tears from lack of love and affection before he met you.

“kiss me please—“ the way he rushed in to meet your lips so quickly, he didn’t even care that he tasted somewhat of himself in your mouth as he kissed you so hungry like you were going to slip from him at any moment. He licked every inch in the corner of your mouth and sucking on your tongue, you both moaned in sync as he was also thrusting inside your cunt.

“i love you i love you i love you” he would repeatedly mumble while his cock was scraping your walls, You felt so good when he slid out and pushed back in again into your hole. He slams his hand against the window letting out small sobs when your soft walls would hug him tight.

“tell me—ah! how good I’m making you f-feel?”

“feels s’ good tora—“ his hips slamming against you fast. Your legs wrapping around his waist when you felt him hit the sweet spot “right there! hah!” and kazutora oblige.

drool seeping from the corner of his mouth like he was so pussy drunk. His pace becomes faster but his thrusts become sloppy and messy but the only focus right now was kazutora pounding into your cunt.

You guide his hand towards your aching clit, he massages it making your nerves extra sensitive even with how much you were clamping around his cock, sucking him in also giving him a savory feeling making his brain all fuzzy.

the windows start to fog up from the inside of the car from the moans you both had shared almost reaching your orgasms.

“i-i wanna cum inside..can i cum inside please?..” he leans his forehead against yours and you nod with a sigh.

you were also moving your hips in harmony with his, feeling the strong sensation build up in your lower tummy. “‘m so close tora—“

kazutora finishing up his last thrusts pacing much faster and harder while harshly rubbing your clit before shooting his cum inside you and he lets out a shaky whimper and his legs shudder feelings your walls contract around his dick.

“how good was i?”

“so good tora..your such a good boy” you cup his cheek caressing his skin with your thumb.

a/n: it’s 1:20am i just needed to finish this badly :,)

#tokyorev smut #tokyo rev x reader #kazutora hanemiya #kazutora x reader #kazutora smut #kazutora x y/n #hanemiya x reader #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo rev fluff

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ghouljams · 11 months

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Hi!

Can I please request the aftermath of Leibling taking her iron jewellery off in the shower, I want to know sooo badly what happened next. I'm literally frothing in the mouth thinking about it. I wonder if she would take the first chance she gets to put her iron jewellery back on or use other protective charms.

I did some research about protective charms against Fae, apparently four leaf clovers can be used as a charm. I personally have two four leaf clovers i found one when I was 9 and another when I was 19 so they're 10 years apart. I keep them in a book.

I also wanted to ask what kind of Fae is Konig? Like what is he? I feel he has a much darker and sinister side to himself that he hides so that Liebling doesn't pull out all her stops to get away from him using the knowledge she has as Fae repellent lol.

Thanks again for blessing us with your wonderful writing 💗

Fic will be under the cut, y'all know the drill.

Congrats on your doubled warding! I've only ever found 1 four leaf clover, but I've held onto it for the last 15 years or so. I've always wondered what you're supposed to do with clovers as warding. I saw a joke once about eating them, but I will not be doing that.

König is a little bit complicated of a Fae. I keep meaning to draw his "fae form" because I can see it clearly in my mind, but I haven't gotten around to it. The best way I can describe him is as a highly specialized predator. He's definitely hiding that side of himself from Liebling because he doesn't want to scare her off, but like Ghost he's a very scary and deadly dude. I've described him before as being like a big cat, but I mean that in the way that lions and tigers are big cats, i.e. not something you'd ever want to run into.

As far as the "what is he" goes he's got a lot of different parts to him. I'm going to give a description on how I think of him, this doesn't mean you have to imagine this. He still looks human when he's walking around the city and around Liebling. His fae form is maybe 9ft tall, his hood looks more like long hair, his build is sort of like the Brøndmand of scandinavian folklore(thehmn has a very good drawing of them), spines along his back, claws, teeth, in my mind he's got fur and a very long fluffy tail(sort of like an oriental long hair cat lol). He's a pretty boy. Thank God Liebling is a monster fucker.

König's fingers slide past your clit and hook themselves into your cunt. You whimper, clenching against the intrusion as he shushes you. Punishment, he'd said. You can feel how hard he is against your back, the water from the shower head doing little to clean off the precum he smears against your skin. The heat of the shower stings against the fresh bite on your shoulder, and König holds your face so he can watch as your expression twists between pain and pleasure.

His fingers are so thick in you, dragging against your walls as he rubs at that soft spongy spot near your entrance, coaxing you to get wetter for him. He doesn't stretch you, only thrusts his fingers into you, letting you grind your clit against his palm as you get used to the full feeling. It's been over two weeks since you felt him against you like this, but it may as well have been months the way your body reacts to him. Heat clenching hard in your stomach, making your breath hitch as he stares down at you.

You hardly ever get to see his face, but now he's making sure it's the only thing you can see. His fingers squeeze your throat in warning every time you so much as blink, and the contact is pumping you so full of molten heat that you think he might not understand what a punishment is. Because this certainly doesn't feel like one. It feels like your sort-of-boyfriend working you up to cum on his fingers.

You clench around his fingers as they thrust up into you, deeper and thicker than yours will ever be. God, you missed this. You whine for him, rocking your hips against his hand, chasing the pleasure he'll give you. Trying to entice him to give you what you really want. His hand leaves your throat, and slides over your chest. His fingers curling to scratch up over your sternum, dragging his claws over delicate skin.

It feels good, that little sting of pain, the way his fingers curl just right, you feel the coil of heat in your stomach pull tight. You feel him pull the gathered tethers in his hand tight as well.

"No," You gasp, grinding harder against his hand, you're right there. You can feel it sparking heat and pleasure, can feel the sinful drag of his fingers as you nearly bounce on his hand for more. You're stuck just on the edge of orgasm, but every pleasure in the world can't tip you over unless König wants it to.

"Yes, Schatz," He purrs, dragging his tongue against your cheek, as he pulls his fingers from your desperate cunt, "didn't I say? Punishment."

You feel your chest clench tight, your legs shaking as he presses you against the shower wall. His fingers dig into your hip, pulling you up onto your toes so he can slide his thick hot cock between your legs. You drop your head to watch the head of it bump against your clit, sparking heat that you'd want any other time but now. Big, you always forget how big he is.

Your breath hitches as he thrusts against you, collecting your slick on his cock. It's a kindness you don't think will help much when the tip catches on your cunt and presses into you. He fills you slow and steady, veins dragging along your walls, girth stretching you so good it hurts, and doesn't stop until his hips are settled against your ass. Full. You try to control your breathing. You can see him pressing against your stomach, and you can't help the desperate sob when he starts to pull out. Your cunt clenching to try and keep him in where you want him. Where you need him.

"That's it," König murmurs against your ear, "be a good girl, and cry for me."

You choke when he thrusts into you hard, every nerve in your body lighting up at the snap of his hips. He's got you right on the edge, right where he knows he can make you beg, and he's letting you feel every inch of him. All that molten magic he poured into you makes you sensitive to his every touch, it's torture when his hand leaves your hip to rub your clit. As if he isn't the one keeping you on edge.

"Please," You whine, hardly able to think around his cock molding your poor cunt to its shape, "König, please." You want to cum, you can be good for him if he'll just let you cum.

"Did I say beg, Schatz?" You shake your head, "No, I said cry." You find that's not very hard to do, when he pinches your clit hard between his fingers, cock bruising your cervix. You feel tears burning your eyes, sobs collecting in your chest with each pleasant torture. König hums, "We have a long night ahead of us Liebling, you may want to start behaving."

#are we all happy now #pointing at Liebling: you think this woman is a domme??#The only power she has over König is the power he's given her #I do want her to put him on a leash like a dog tho #pull on it while he fucks her into the bed #that would be fun #oc: liebling #Fae!König #könig x you #König x reader #könig smut #cod x reader #x reader #könig modern warfare #gonna go ahead and add a mature label to this

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peachybeom · 1 year

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Stress Relief ♡

sfw, soobin x reader, college au.

blonde fluffy soobin is so cute ill eat him-

Soobin hurriedly made his way to your apartment, taking the stairs instead of the elevator believing the latter took more time.

He had been trying to reach you for almost a day now but got no response. Growing impatient, Soobin had left you texts and voice notes but unfortunately all of those remained unanswered as well.

Finally giving up on waiting, your boyfriend had contacted your roommate-who was out for the weekend, for the apartment passcode as he made up his mind to go check on you himself.

He punched the code in the machine and anxiously opened the door to look for you. His eyes scanned the living room for a few seconds, until they fell on a huddled figure sitting down on the floor.

You were hunching down, sitting cross legged resting your head gently on the table in front of you. Your eyes were shut tightly while your lips parted slightly letting out soft periodic breaths.

Soobin quietly closed the door before him and lowered himself to your level, he let out a breath of relief and gazed at your soft features before brushing a few wild strands of hair from your face.

You stirred lightly at his touch but showed no signs of waking up, that was when Soobin noticed all the books and pens and crumbled papers that surrounded your sleeping figure, you were even holding a pen between your fingers as you slept.

The smile fell from Soobin's face as soon as it had appeared because he realised how tired you must have been. Your college midterms were about to commence in about two weeks and you were determined to work your ass off for it, even it meant studying vigorously without taking any breaks.

As much as Soobin wanted to support you through this tough time, his resources were limited too as he was a film major and you a medical one. Plus past few months had been hard on him too, constantly busy finishing assignments and reaching deadlines.

Soobin hated seeing you stressed but he had promised to not bother you for an entire month during your midterms because he really didn't want to be a distraction, though he would almost text you daily and occasionally call, to check up on you and your studies.

Though you both weren’t able to talk for long, just hearing your voice once in a while was enough for Soobin to go on.

You time and again reassured him that you were doing fine but witnessing the current situation, it was clear that you clearly were not and had been pulling one too many all nighters.

You gently moved and rubbed your eyes sleepily as the sound of clinking cutlery awoke you to consciousness.

You stretched your arms behind your back and were ready to yell at your roommate for being so loud- when you turned your head and spotted an all too familiar figure in the kitchen.

"Soobin!" You exclaimed loudly, grabbing the boy's attention.

Your boyfriend turned around and raised both of his hands towards his sides, a bright smile appearing on his face as he spoke

"Hi bunny,"

"I'm sorry if I accidentally woke you up, I actually came over to check on you because -"

His words were cut off when you-in a matter of seconds strode across the room and wrapped your arms around his tall body.

"There there, easy tiger" Soobin chuckled patting your hair with his hand.

"I missed you so much" You mumbled, burying your face in his shirt.

"That's why you are wearing my hoodie- the one I thought I had lost months ago" Soobin said in a teasing tone.

"Yeah, it's actually really comfortable, I need to raid your closet more often" You replied, looking up- God you missed his beautiful face.

Soobin laughed before gently breaking the hug between the two of you and placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

“I missed you too baby, I got so worried that maybe you had fallen sick or something because you weren’t picking up my calls or answering to my messages.” He said while caressing your cheek.

You felt a pang of guilt for making Soobin worried like this.

“Sorry, I’d put my phone on silent while studying and did not even realise when I fell asleep” You mumbled.

That’s when he noticed the light bags under your eyes and the pale color of your skin.

"You should take a break Y/N, you deserve it," Soobin said in a concerned tone before placing another kiss on your face.

"Yeah, you're right I really should," You sighed heavily.

"Great! so I'll just finish cooking this ramen, then we can try to clean up the mess that is your living room and have a movie night?"

After having dinner- which tasted so good, even though it was just regular ramen. Soobin let you pick a movie which could help you unwind.

You both were halfway through the movie when your eyes began to drift sideways rather than being on the screen.

It was a good movie, it really was! But whenever Soobin was around you, you could focus on nothing but him. His pretty face demanded attention all the damn time, even if that wasn't his intention.

The movie still had a long way to go but you were growing restless. You extended your arm towards your boyfriend and placed your palm on top of his open one.

Soobin absent-mindedly curled his fingers against yours intertwining your fingers, too absorbed in the movie playing before him.

Next, you raised your other hand and grazed your fingers on his ear, softly pulling down the earlobe. This made Soobin turn to face you, his eyebrows furrowed together in curiosity.

You wordlessly ran a hand through his fluffy blonde hair before running a finger down his nose and giving it a light tap.

"What are you doing," Soobin asked letting out a breathy laugh.

You finally got up to and placed yourself on either side of his knee, strangling him between your legs on the couch. Then you placed your palms on both his cheeks and squeezed them between your hands.

"You are like my stress relief squishy. I want to pull you, squeeze you, poke you and viola all the stress is gone," You answered in a cheeky tone.

Soobin laughed loudly at your answer, his eyes closing and forming cute little crescent shapes.

"Jeez that's one weird way of saying you want to make out with me, bunny."

He then put his hand on your waist pulling you closer to him till your noses touched and whispered,

"Bet a squishy can't to this though,"

Soobin captured your lips between his and you let out a surprised squeak but almost melted under his touch right after, hands now grabbing the soft material of his shirt.

Soobin's mouth travelled down leaving small kisses as he made his way through. One hand teasing the waist band of your pyjama while the other slipping under the oversized hoodie. You let out a sigh of contentment and bliss, taking you away from all the anxieties and worries of the past week.

Holding onto him tightly, eyes closed, feeling him all over you, you realised being close to Soobin was really the best way to relieve stress.

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hunterbunter3000 · 1 year

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I'm thinking of sweetheart being the mother of task force 141 when laswell isn't there like in the middle of the night when sweetheart is sleeping and just wakes up when she hears the door creaking and looks at the door and sees one of the boys looking like they were crying and they ask if they could cuddle with then because they had a nightmare and sweetheart just coos at them pats the empty spot so they can lay on and sweetheart spoons them making on of the boys feel safe and falls asleep immediately while sweetheart is slowly scratching their head

And then sweetheart falls asleep and when she wakes up of the cod boys are in her room, asleep and she just laughs and gets out of bed and go make some breakfast and coffee or tea for them

Like AHHODHDHEBR like if ghost was the one he would have slight tears in his eyes or konig I know damn well he would be holding a tiger teddy-

Fucking sobbing on the floor for this shit

I AM TOOOOO WTF THIS IS SO ADORABLE 😭😭😭 König holding a tiger teddy that he's had ever since he was a kid is making me ferallLLLLLLAAHHHH

LIKE MY MATERNAL INSTINCTS ARE JUST KICKING INNNNN

And I'm sorry- all I saw was König and tiger stuffy and now this whole thing is just about him AHAHANA

Brown Palace and Grey Oceans

(Help this got so long-- it always starts off funny and then i try to be an actual writer smh YOU'LL SEE WHAT I MEAN)

(I honestly don't know what König looks like... even the wiki lore isn't saying anything so I kinda just made him up myself 😅 like how everyone does LOL)

Süße Torte = Sweet Pie

Cw.: FLUFF FLUFF FLUFFY FLUFF

Word count: long. (IDK HOW TO DO A WORD COUNT)

Yk damn WELL König would open her door as quietly as possible and tip toe to her. He would second guess waking her up cause she looks so damn peaceful sleeping. Her eyelashes laying gently on her soft cheeks, the moonlight shining on her brown skin, making her look ethereal. But he needs comfort right now. The nightmare he had, he can't deal with that by himself.

So he would gently shake Sweetheart's shoulder. And she would SO wake up like a parent would: gasping for air, wide eyed and jerking back. He would step back and apologize. He thinks this was a bad idea but Sweetheart stops him.

Sweetheart, wiping her eyes and sleep in her voice: What's wrong hun?

König, holding his tiger to his side: Uhm... I had a bad... very bad dream.

He breathes in deep, tears welling in his eyes.

König, voice shaking: Can I please sleep with you...?

Sweetheart could hear her heart break. Seeing such a unit of a man be dwindled down to this... (I WANNA HUG HIM)

Her eyebrows knit together, sad that he feels this way. She scoots over and pats her bed. König sniffs, hand rubbing his nose under his home hood. (The brown embroidered hood Sweetheart made him for the base)

He squeezes in there, both of them getting situated in her already small bed. Sweetheart has most of the blanket, but König doesn't care. As long as he's with someone. (Sweetheart specifically)

He turns to her body, face now in her bosom. His eyes go wide, and he looks up at her. She smiles warmly at him. Her eyes go to the little tiger teddy he's holding in his hands. She coos at him.

Sweetheart: How long have you had that?

König feels embarrassed. He kinda forgot he even brought it with him, as it's his comfort companion. (His grandma found it in the attic and sent it to him)

He curses as he hides it behind his back, but Sweetheart grabs his arm. She holds the stuffed tiger, a cute tiny smile and round ears with stripes loosely sewn on the fading base. A big black button for the eye, but the other one is missing, it's just an opening. It's missing a tail, and some tears are on the body. A very old stuffed animal, but Sweetheart can tell it's loved.

Sweetheart: it's so cute... what's the name?

She's not judging him. A grown man, standing at a whopping 6'10, owns an old tiger stuffed animal that he has had ever since he was a child. And she's not judging him. Not laughing in his face and kicking him out. She's asking what his name is, with curiosity in her eyes. How is she real?

König, whispering: ....Hobbes.

Sweetheart: Pardon?

König, speaking a bit louder: His name is-- is Hobbes.

Sweetheart, gasps: Like from Calvin and Hobbes?

König, perks up: You know of those comics?

Sweetheart, giggling: Hell yeah! I used to read them constantly when I was younger. I still have them actually at my home! You could read some if you want when I go back.

König, getting excited and feeling better: I would love that, Süße Torte. Thank you.

Sweetheart, smiling and giving Hobbes back to him: No problem. Are you feeling tired?

He nods his head, about to take off his hood but stops himself. He looks at Sweetheart, eyes asking 'Should I take this off? Will you be uncomfortable?' She looks back him. 'The real question is, will You be uncomfortable if you take it off?'

König thinks on this. He looks back at her brown eyes. Her soft, dark eyes. Eyes that suck him every time he looks at them, entering the smoky quartz palace he would stay in forever. Eyes that always make him feel safe, wrapping him in the darkest color of silk. Eyes that hold many stories and love. Sensual, trustworthy eyes. He can trust her.

König: I trust you.

He takes it off and places it on the floor, face bare and open to the world. He could have sworn Sweetheart's eyes sparkled with actual stars when they got wide. His messy, auburn brown hair is swept back. Thick, soft angeled eyebrows nervously twitch under the hard stare from the woman.

And his eyes, oh, his round, gentle eyes. The ones that light up and shine when she looks at them. The grayish green tint reminded her of clear ocean water, wanting to swim in them forever. Eyes that hold many stories and many secrets. Beautiful eyes. He's beautiful to her.

With his crooked and scarred nose, he has broken many times over the years. Pink downturned lips, curtained over with a thin brown beard on a sharp jaw.

König gulps, eyes still focused on hers. They're staring into each other's color, too far gone to come back to reality. Sweetheart breaks it after what it felt like hours. She starts to laugh quietly, making König confused and a bit self-conscious. She looks back up at him.

Sweetheart, scoffing in disbelief: Who would've thought you were so pretty under those hoods...

He can't breathe.

Sweetheart, still shocked: I mean I never would've guessed. You're... wow.

She places her hand on his sharp cheek. Skin on skin. Warmth. He can feel it. Finally.

Sweetheart: You're really beautiful, Y'know that König?

He can't-- this- it's too much. Overwhelming. Her warm hand, the soft awe look in her eye, her scent, her words, her eyes-- it's too much.

He dips into her neck, hiding his face as his hands wrap around her.

König, beet red: Can we please just- go to sleep? My heart... my heart can't take much more of this.

Sweetheart giggles, wrapping her hands on his head.

Sweetheart: of course.

Her long nails scratch the nape of his neck, almost making König purr. He relaxes into her, molding his body against hers, as they finally give themselves to the night.

König woke up on an empty bed. The sunlight poked at his eyes, telling him to start his day. His hand feels the cozy sheets, where Sweetheart's supposed to be. Sweetheart. Where is she?

He rolls over but falls on the floor with a huge thud and a yelp, and her items shudder from his clumsiness. He grabs his hood as he gets up, stretching his sleepy body. How long was he asleep? It felt like a coma. But nonetheless, he feels extremely well rested, with Sweetheart in his arms and Hobbes-- wait a minute...

Where's Hobbes?

His heart rate picks up as he speeds walk out of her room. Are the others awake? Is she showing them? Making fun of him? No, no please no.

He gets out of his head when he Sweetheart in the living area alone, repairing Hobbes. She hums as she works with a smile, bonnet still on her head, wearing a big sweater and leggings with her legs crossed. She ticks up and sees König.

Sweetheart, waving at him: Good morning, baby! How'd ya sleep?

Baby?

Baby. She called him baby.

König stumbles back a bit. He shakes his head and clears his throat, an overwhelming feeling replacing the over-thinking.

König: yeah. I mean- fine! Good. Wonderful. I slept wonderfully. It was... I needed that. Thank you.

Sweetheart, chuckling: Of course! By the way, there's coffee and some eggs I made you in the kitchen. If you want it.

König, feeling his heart melt: Oh, thank you Süße Torte. I appreciate it.

She nods her head, continuing back to repairing Hobbes with her needle and thread. König relishes this feeling. The feeling of them being the only ones awake, the feeling of having breakfast made, the feeling of enjoying one's presence. It felt right. It felt domesticated. It felt...

Like they were together. In a relationship. Boyfriend and girlfriend. Husband and wife.

He shakes his head, almost spilling the sugar he was pouring for his coffee. He looks back at Sweetheart, still in her own world, being her. Being perfect.

Boyfriend and girlfriend. He scoffs, mixing his coffee. Please, that will never happen.

You're really beautiful, y'know that König?

He stops.

You're... wow.

His heart beating fast yet sinking at the same time. A small sick feeling in his stomach but butterflies in his chest. He collects his eggs and coffee and places it on the table before heading to Sweetheart on the couch. He sits across from her, watching her working hands, nimble and caring to Hobbes' tears. She sees him and smiles, showing her work.

Sweetheart: Look! I'm almost done sewing up his little scars. I also fixed his eye and tightened his ears and limbs! I need to wash and refill him, though.

She went on and on, rambling on what to do for Hobbes. König smiles. He hasn't done that in so long. He takes off his hood and places his hand on her knee. Their eyes meet, hers sparkling again from seeing his face.

König, sincerely smiling: I thank you for all that you have done for me. In just a short time... I feel like I found myself again.

Sweetheart beams. She's so glad she could help him out. Seeing König in that state last night makes her heart feel heavy, but none of that. He's happy. He's relaxed. He's grateful.

Her hand rests on top of his, and he moves his into hers, Sweetheart's now perched atop of his. The sun smiles on their eyes, their different colored crystals gleam bright.

Sweetheart: You're welcome.

They stayed like that, enjoying each other's company until they were sucked in.

Her Brown Palace and His Grey Oceans.

Lil Bonus.!

Sweetheart: Have you noticed that Hobbes doesn't have a tail?

König, snickering: Yes, I know. When I was little, Krueger would fight me over Hobbes. And one day, he pulled on it so hard that he ripped off the tail. I cried for days.

Sweetheart:

Sweetheart, getting up: Imma choke him out.

König: Sweetheart no that was years ago!

Reblogs and comments are highly appreciated! Thank ya for reading ♡🙏

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whatifwekissedatneocity · 6 months

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be with you

multiple bsd characters x reader. reader is gn (gender neutral).

about: dates with bsd characters. established relationship

featuring: dazai, chuuya, atsushi, akutagawa, ranpo

notes: atsushi is referred to as “jinko” (white tiger) in aku’s part

kiel notes: idk if you can tell whose part is more self indulgent LMAOOO managed this during writer’s block i think im a god. kidding

DAZAI — cosy colouring book date at home

dazai recently bought colouring books from the bookstore. he said along the lines of “exploring creativity,” but really, he’s just lazy and broke for outdoor dates. you didn’t mind, though; quality time is still time spent with your lover.

worn out faber castell colour pencils are splayed out on his futon, and you both are lying on your stomachs. he kicks his legs and fills the empty pages with different colours. a peaceful and quiet retreat from the world with dazai gently humming a song you can’t quite make out, only to be disturbed by the gentle sounds and laughter of lovers.

“why’s the penguin yellow?” you giggle, and he pouts.

“have you seen club penguin? all the penguins have different cute colours!” he shades another penguin green and you rolled your eyes. “that game is dead, though..” you remarked, and he scoffed playfully. “not dead in my heart."

being childish and immature with the right person truly heals your inner child.

CHUUYA — aquarium (his mayoi card!!)

chuuya’s gloved hand held your hand as you both strolled through the tanks. your fingers traced the outlines of the fish as they swam close. he points at an ugly fish and laughs, “it looks like you." your jaw drops because that fish was actually ugly. it was your turn to exact revenge, and you point towards a small fry fish, saying, “and that’s you." you stick your tongue out at him and his mouth twitches in amusement. talk shit get hit.

your fish and his fish swam to each other and circled in a dance. he chuckles, “maybe that’s actually us,” he watches the fish swim away, and you beamed, “we could rule the fish kingdom together!” his eyes soften when he sees your bright smile illuminated under the blue aquarium light, before he smirks again.

“yeah yeah, you don’t even know how to swim,” ouch. there’s some truth in his words, and you can only sigh. fishes are naturally good at swimming, so it wouldn’t be a problem if you guys were one.

he sends you both back home by piggybacking you and zipping through the city. you hold your shoes in one hand after a long day of walking, and you grip the shark plushie he won at the aquarium in another.

ATSUSHI — cuddling in a pillow fort

you throw a blanket over the pillow fort you and atsushi have built in the last ten minutes. he struggles to let the fairy lights stay put as he pulls them around the fort.

“get in already!” you pat the spot beside you impatiently, and he crawls in. your laptop rests on his right thigh and your left thigh, sharing a movie screen. it’s a movie marathon on a rainy day. the horror movie plays, and atsushi hides his face in your neck when a jump scare appears.

lightning flashes outside and thunder roars, sending the poor boy flinching a little. you felt bad, so you decided to call off the marathon (not even one movie in) “okay no more, we can just cuddle." you close the laptop screen, and he lays on your lap. your fingers twirl his soft hair, and he purrs softly. atsushi’s soft purring and the soft pitter-patter of the raindrops outside lull you to sleep. you lay your back against the fort gently, eyes closed and relaxed with your lover.

AKUTAGAWA — cat cafe

it took a lot of convincing for akutagawa to go on this date. he didn’t like going to a cafe with the same species and animal family as atsushi. he agreed anyway because he didn’t want to see you upset (good).

you sat on the floor and wiggled a feather toy around while akutagawa fed lickable treats. many cats surrounded him and rubbed their bodies against his thighs. a white cat that oddly resembles a tiger approaches him, and he moves the treat away.

“ryu, you’re so mean.” you clicked your tongue and fed the white cat some of your treats. “it looks like jinko.” he grumbled and stared at the cat with his void eyes. at this point atsushi is your boyfriend’s boyfriend.

akutagawa uses his ability to create a mini cat tower for the cats surrounding him. you can’t help but giggle at his helplessness when the cats jump on him. they seem like to him a lot, well, except for that one cat he denied of treats.

on your way back home, you told him he looked like a tuxedo cat. he only cocks an eyebrow at you, not questioning your weird comparison.

RANPO — dessert tasting

a flyer comes into the agency’s mail, and ranpo is already dragging you down the busy afternoon streets. “come y/n, we have to go. it’s an important mission.” his grabs your wrist tightly and enters the cafe. mission? at a cafe?

what came into the mail was a notice for a dessert tasting at a cafe before their grand opening. ranpo could already discern the flyer’s content when atsushi walked in with a bunch of letters. who in the right mind would turn down free sweet treats? obviously not ranpo.

the waitress brings out pastries after pastries, and ranpo pushes his glasses up, acting like a food critic.

“hm, these scones are not sweet enough. the texture is too chewy.” he moves on and shoves a spoonful of gelato into his mouth. “i like the gelato. it’s sweet for my liking.” he nods approvingly, and you laugh, wiping the cream off the edge of his mouth. “slow down, the greatest food critic. we’re here to enjoy the desserts too.”

“if they don’t want to lose a customer like me, then i’d better say something about their recipe before their grand opening.” he’s got a point. you doubt he’d actually frequent this cafe, though, because he only came today for free desserts. you both get ramune to cleanse your palate afterwards (not that it helps).

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losfacedevil · 7 months

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Tattoos and Blow Jobs // DRW

a/n~ Sooo.. Daniel with a tattoo huh? Oh the thoughts did this one evoke in me. I attacked my love @vanfleeter with this idea and well, let’s just say shes one if my biggest enablers. This is my redemption.

WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI Oral (m! Receiving) allusions to sex.

It was unlike Danny to leave without warning - it was even more unlike him to leave in the middle of the night.

You awoke that morning to a cold and empty bed, the furnace of a man who had originally been tucked up next to you long gone. Bolting upright you glanced around the room to find his overnight bag gone and upon further inspection his car to be still parked in your driveway. You had no recollection of him leaving, him having not woken you to kiss you goodbye - or at least not that you were aware of.

But when his phone went straight to voicemail you had an inkling of what he was up to. Squinting your eyes against the harsh red light in the dark you let your vision focus before reading the time and with a soft nod of your head quickly found Sam’s contact in your phone.

“If this boys still sleeping I swear.” You mumbled, pressing the call icon before pressing the phone to your ear. It rang four times before a sleepy groan greeted you on the other end of the line.

“Sammy, where’s Danny, darlin’?” You drawled, knowing Sam had a soft spot for you. A soft sigh and the shuffling do what was probably his sheets could be heard down the line before he answered in a groggy voice.

“San Francisco, but you didn’t hear it from me.”

~*~*~

Less than twenty four hours later you heard a knock sound at your front door. A groggy fog encased your mind as you looked at the clock that sat directly above the television in the living room.

11:45pm

A groan slipped past your lips as you pushed yourself up off of the couch and straightened out your shirt - one of Danny’s old and threadbare high school shirts - before slowly dragging yourself over to the door. Pushing up on your toes you fluttered one eye shut and looked bleary out of the peep hole.

Danny stood on the other side of the door clad in his favorite comfy travel jeans and a cut off band tee. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and checked the time before gently knocking on your door once more. Giggling softly to yourself you knocked back - something the two of you had come up with to make finding each other at parties easier before flattening your feet to the floor and opened the door.

“Well, well, well, what have we here?” You cooed, leaning up against the door jam. Reaching down you wrapped your fingers around the bottom hem of the shirt and tugged, trying to cover yourself a little better. A beaming grin spread across Danny’s face as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“I couldn’t miss curling up on the couch for movie night with my girl, now could I?” Danny said, shrugging his shoulders before swiftly slipping past you inside.

“You couldn’t miss that but decided to sneak away before I was even awake the morning? Okay, break it to me easy, Tiger, what’s her name?” You joked, pressing the back of your hand to your forehead as you closed and locked the front door.

“Matilda. But look at this!” Danny’s voice jumped an octave as he turned and presented his arm to you. It was wrapped with Saran Wrap held together by medical tape. He pointed at it excitedly, his eyes gleaming as he looked back up at you.

“Did you hurt yourself? Did you spend your day in the ER or?” You knew exactly what lay under the Saran Wrap, having seen a doodle he was passionate about drawing splayed all over his things for the past week or so. A soft smile caressed his face and he rolled his eyes as he gently began to remove the bandage from his arm.

“Sorry I went MIA - Sam knew where I was. But you know how I had been talking about that doodle I’ve been drawing all week? Well I thought about it and decided it would make a really cool first tattoo, because it’s my moon phase from the day I was born and you know how I feel about the moon and well - look what I did!” He rambled on, slowly removing the rest of the Saran Wrap and crumpled it in his hands.

Danny turned so his newly inked arm faced you, the sharp lines and bold black out stripes sitting perfectly against his tanned skin. Your eyes flickered to his and you took a step forward, reaching out to wrap your hands gently around his forearm. You inspected the piece up close, moving your head this way and that as your eyes danced over the intricacies in the moon and upside down triangle that housed it.

“The moon and the sun are the two most constant things in my life, my travels, so on and so forth. But the moon, it changes with its phases and well, we all change with ours don’t we? But it always reminds me that where there is an end, a beginning always follows.”

You danced your fingers up towards the reddened and sore skin, wanting nothing more than to trace your fingers over the newly inked lines in his skin. His eyes never left the tattoo, basking in the fact that he had actually gone through with it and that you seemed just as intrigued by it as he was. You gripped the underside of his bicep firmly, the tips of your fingers accidentally brushing against the sore skin and caused him to pull a hiss of breath in through his teeth.

“Ooh, let’s not bump it, that’s still sore, darlin.” He mumbled, turning his arm gently so your eyes could follow the bands of black that now encompassed his entire bicep. You dropped your hands to his waist, stepping even closer to him as you inspected the entirety of the tattoo. Danny cocked his head to the side and raised his arm, flexing the muscles of his bicep. He chuckled lowly as he watched the ink dance as his muscle rippled.

“See? Isn’t it cool?” The thoughts that danced through your mind were colorful ones. Your eyes never left his arm as you took a small step back and quickly found his gaze with yours.

“It’s so cool, I always knew you’d look badass with ink. But… can you do me a favor?” You glanced up at him through your lashes, a devilish smirk playing across your lips. He dropped his arm to his side, careful not to bump it against his body and placed a gentle hand against your cheek.

“What do you need?” He cocked his head to the side, every request he could think of playing in the forefront of his mind. You eyes blazed with excitement, pupils dilating right before him as you nuzzled your face against his palm.

“Show me… show me it in the best way possible. The.. the way I’ll see it the most.” You giggled, ghosting your hand gently over his hips in an attempt to help him understand your request.

Danny’s eyes grew wide as realization washed over him and he nodded softly. He backed you up slowly, hand never leaving your cheek until your waist was pressed against the high back of the couch. He took a step back and let his hand slide down your neck, gently wrapping his fingers around the sides of your neck. Your eyes were immediately drawn to his new ink, watching as it danced softly every time he would tighten and loosen the grip against your neck.

His eyes began to cloud with lust, watching the way your jaw became slack and your eyes rolled back every time he’d tighten his grip the slightest bit. A sinister chuckle escaped him as he pulled you away from the couch and wrapped his arm securely around your waist.

“Oh you like that? Is it my hand around your throat or the way the tattoo dances?” He chuckled, leaning down to rub his nose against yours. Your hand came to rest against his crotch, the straining of his already hard cock clueing you in to his enjoyment as well.

“I think you know the answer to that - though I could pose the same question.” You giggled, wrapping your hand as best as you could around his cock. He sucked in a deep breath, the whistling of it though his teeth like music to your ears. He removed his hand from your throat and placed it on the top of your head, applying gentle pressure in a silent request.

You did what was asked and slowly sunk to your knees, looking up at him through your lashes as you rested your knees fully against the hardwood floor. Reaching around with his other hand he cupped your chin in his palm and gently tilted your head until your gaze met his.

“Look how pretty you are, down on your knees like a little obedient good girl. Now how about you do me a favor and suck it.” Danny chuckled, digging the pads of his thumb and index finger into the soft skin of your cheeks. You raised your brow cheekily before reaching up and gently sliding his pants and boxers down just enough to free his cock.

Your lips curled up into a devilish grin and you darted your tongue out between your lips, effectively dampening the skin. Your eyes found his as you wrapped your hand around the base of his shaft and gave it a gentle squeeze. His chest visible rose with the deep breath he pulled in through his nose and he pulled a bit of his bottom lip safely between his teeth.

His reaction was one you craved, the subtlety of his teeth worrying down in his bottom lip, brows furrowed together as he watched you with his fingers burrowed deep in your hair, his nails scratching gently against your scalp was enough to drive you mad. His nostrils flared as he watched you open your mouth, tongue darting out quickly to lick a thick stripe up the underside of his dick. The sharp, whistling intake of breath through his teeth was all the encouragement you needed.

Slowly you wrapped your lips around the tip of his dick, eyes never leaving his jaw slackened slightly and he ran his tongue along his bottom lip. You sunk your head slowly and hollowed your cheeks, taking him as far into your mouth as you could. A huff of breath escaped him as the tip of his dick caressed the back of your throat briefly - pulling back quickly as to not trigger your gag reflex.

You set a slow and steady pace, retracting your cheeks to create the suction he craved and reached up with your free hand to cup his balls causing him to toss his head back. A low chuckle escaped your chest, the vibrations of the noise causing his dick to twitch in your mouth. You knew slow and steady won the race with Danny, pulling him even closer to the edge with every swirl of your tongue over the tip of his dick.

He continued to scrape his nails gently across your scalp, the sensation sending chills down your spine and keeping your attention as you brought him fully into your throat once more. He righted himself, pulling his head back up and his eyes quickly found the newly seared flesh, the dark black of the ink contrasting perfectly with his already tanned skin.

He took a deep breath, muttering soft praises as you as he watched the muscle ripple under his skin causing the ink to dance every time he tightened his grip in your hair. A look of wonder snuck up behind his eyes as he kneaded his hand against your scalp, gently flexing and releasing his grasp as he watched the tattoo move. No wonder you had wanted to see it with his hand around your throat.

He began to twist his arm gently, admiring the art now permanently etched into his skin as his hips began to buck into you involuntarily. You glanced up at him through your lashes, his jaw still fallen slack but his eyes were trained on the way his arm moved, how the lines of the tattoo danced.

A loud moan toppled from Danny’s lips as you brought him over the edge, his orgasm crashing into him unexpectedly and bringing him back to you. He fought against the buckling of his knees, his grip in your hair fully tightened as he held you in place and filled your mouth with his release. His chest heaved as he leaned forward slightly and rested his hand against the back of the couch, steadying his wobbly legs.

“Holy shit, what the fuck.” His eyes were wide as he glanced down at you, loosening his grip in you hair and massaged your scalp gently. You couldn’t help the giggles that slipped past your lips as you pulled away from him and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.

“Who knew you getting a tattoo would turn us both on beyond measure.” You giggled, reaching up to pull his hand from your hair and used it for leverage to pull yourself up to stand. Danny’s breathing began to even as he regained his composure and reached down to pull his pants up.

Your eyes were back on the tattoo, watching it dance as he buttoned his jeans. Lifting his arm up he flexed the muscle - showing off just how cool he thought it was once more. Your fingers danced dangerously close to the sore skin, his eyes snapping to yours and he reached over, enclosing your wrist in his large hand.

“Let’s see how it dances when my hands are all over your body.”

Your eyes grew wide as a sinister smile spread across his lips and he bent at the waist, wrapping his arm under your bottom and lifted you up. Giggles escaped you as he tossed you on the couch, hovering over you and placed soft kisses to your face.

TAGLIST: @gretasmokerising @vanfleeter @tommie-gvf @writingcold @joshsindigostreak @runwayblues @dannyandthekiszkas @wideminded-dreamer @ohgodthefeeling-gvf

#danny wagner #danny wagner fluff #danny wagner smut #danny wagner fic #danny wagner fanfiction

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melancholic-and-delusional · 1 year

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Taking the BSD boys to a cat café pt.1

This can be platonic or romantic, whatever you want. I apologize in advance if there are any mistakes, but English isn't my native language.

Word Count: 1.4k

Gender Neutral Reader

Feat. Atsushi, Dazai, Chuuya, Akutagawa, Fyodor, Nikolai

Atsushi

He was rather excited to visit this cat café you've been hyping up. He loves cats, so, naturally, he would love to sit around so many of them while enjoying a nice beverage.

You both walked into the café and the smell of fresh coffee beans instantly hit your nostrils. As you looked around, you admired the cute cats you were surrounded by. You guys found a table and sat down. A waitress came over to you, took your order, and soon brought it to the table.

"How are you enjoying this experience so far?" you asked Atsushi before you took a sip of your cappuccino.

"It's quite nice actua-" a cat climbed up his lap and interrupted him. You chuckled at his surprised face. He soon relaxed. The cat seemed to get very comfortable, and Atsushi began to pet it gently.

"We've been here for about 10 minutes now, and a cat is already starting to like you. To be honest, I'm kind of jealous" you say with a soft smile on your face, "Perhaps they sense you're one of their own" you make the same dumb joke about his ability.

"I'm a tiger!"

"Same difference!"

You both laugh. You spent at least 2 hours at the café playing with the cats. It was a really fun experience that you enjoyed very much.

Dazai

He's obviously a cat person, so when you brought up the idea of visiting a cat café the next time you go out, he expected it to be quite a pleasant experience.

Dazai was sitting at a table. You, however, were at the other end of the shop playing with a bunch of kitties. His face had a bitter expression plastered all over it. The cats loved you, yet they seemed to hate him. He had already been scratched a dozen times while you were sitting on a soft carpet and petting a cat that was laying calmly on its back. Eventually, he got bored looking at you having fun without him and abandoned the coffee table.

You were sitting and petting a random cat and were completely lost in admiration for the adorable creature when suddenly a hand was placed on your shoulder.

"Don't ignore me for the cats! They can't be more important than I am!" Dazai whined and crouched down to you. You laughed at his childish antics and stopped petting the cat. You grabbed his hand and gently moved it closer to the laying animal. With a relaxed motion, you showed him how to pet the cat properly. He finally managed to befriend a cat and was overjoyed.

At the beginning of the date, he wanted you to leave as soon as possible, but now he cherished each second you spent there.

Chuuya

Chuuya's a dog person, but that doesn't stop him from having a soft spot for cats as well. When you suggested going to the local cat café he thought that it would be a normal hangout.

"When you asked me to go to a cat café with you, I didn't expect I would end up in these predicaments" Chuuya was sitting across from you at your table surrounded by half of the cats in the building. For some reason they seemed to love him. There was a cat sitting on his shoes, a cat quite literally sleeping on his lap, a third cat being pet by him and a small kitten which was toying with the chain on his hat barely keeping its balance on Chuuya's shoulder.

You were laughing and holding up your phone to take a picture while he did his best not to move much so he doesn't disturb the cats. Suddenly, the kitty on his shoulder fell down right onto the cat on his lap. A loud meowing was heard and the cat jumped from his lap onto the floor and ran away. The one laying on his feet got scared and ran the opposite way and so did the cat he was petting. Now he was holding the small kitten in his hands because it was the only one left. A genuine smile crept up on his pretty face at the small animal.

"This one is quite troublesome" he said and all you could do was lean your head into your palm and savour the moment.

After leaving the place, Chuuya couldn't help but feel a little sad he had to leave his new friend. He knew that he couldn't adopt him since he worked at the Port Mafia and he wouldn't have enough time to take proper care of the creature and also couldn't guarantee a safe environment for it, but he was determined to return soon.

Akutagawa

Akutagawa was uncertain about your suggestion. He didn't think that spending time along unpredictable creatures all around you was the best way to make use of one's time.

You both were sitting at the table sipping from your drinks. He watched you pet the cats who passed by your table and wondered what could possibly be so good about them that they made you so happy. Yes, they were cute, but beyond that he simply couldn't think of anything else.

As Akutagawa was tasting his beverage, he felt something nudge his leg. Slightly annoyed, he looked down, only to be met with the green eyes of a black slender cat cuddling his legs while gazing back at him. There was something about that stare that made his heart go weak at the adorable creature. He reached down to rub its head, and the kitty purred into his gentle touch. All of a sudden, he felt a warm feeling all over his chest. A small smile appeared on his pale face, and at that very moment, he realized why you appreciated cats so much.

The both of you spent the rest of the day playing with the cats and left the café very pleased.

Fyodor

You still remember the suspicious stare Fyodor gave you after you asked him to go to a cat café together. He did prefer cats over dogs, but hanging around a place filled to the brim with them seemed below him. Still, he agreed to entertain you since he appreciates your company and does not want to upset you.

And there you guys were, sitting on a lonely table close to the window. He had ordered white tea and didn't expect to actually like it as much as he did. He looked over to you and slightly opened his mouth to start a conversation when he noticed your attention was entirely occupied by a cat. You were smiling and playing with the cute animal while he stood with his mouth still open. He couldn't help but feel slight irritation that you'd prefer talking to a cat over him. Soon enough, though, the cat left your side, and you looked back at Fyodor.

"Why don't you try engaging with one of the cats?" you asked him, and he sighed. He glanced at a nearby cat laying on the fluffy carpet and reached his hand out to pet it. He found running his hand through the thick fur quite calming and continued to do that for a while.

"Perhpas it isn't so bad after all" he said.

"I told you you'd like it. We should go here more often. It's quite relaxing and you're always very busy and tired so it's a nice place to chill out for once."

You did end up coming there frequently when you had free time.

Nikolai

He loves any and all animals, and so when you offered him to sit at cat café he was thrilled.

As soon as you walked through the door, he immediately went up to pet all of the cats one by one. He was basically like a little kid at a candy shop. Once you sat down, he couldn't contain his excitement.

"Quiz time! How many cats will we be taking home?" he asked with enthusiasm.

"We can't adopt any right now and you know that, right? Besides, you'll most likely lose them during the first week" you reply calmly.

"Aww. A shame!" he exclaimed and stood up, "That means we have to spend as much time with them as possible." As soon as these words left his mouth, he picked up one of the cats. You watched in amusement as he played with each and every one.

You practically dragged him out of the building when it was about to close, and he ended up memorizing each cat's name.

Thank you so much for reading this, and I really hope you enjoyed it! If you find any of the characters a bit OOC, I'm really sorry. If you want, you can always send me a request to write something (my post about rules and requests is pinned)

#bsd #bsd fluff #bungo stray dogs fluff #bungo stray dogs #bungou gay dogs #nikolai x reader #nikolai gogol x reader #fyodor x reader #dazai x reader #bsd x reader #akutagawa x reader #akutagawa #atsushi #atsushi x reader #dazai #nikolai gogol #chuuya x reader #chuuya

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aquagirl1978 · 8 months

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Do You Believe Me Now - Gilbert von Obsidian x Reader (Ikemen Prince)

A/N: I know the recent story event involves a child!Emma. But I thought what if the little girl in the card sitting on Gilbert's lap wasn't Emma but was his daughter.

Pairing: Gilbert von Obsidian x Reader

Prompt: Dadbert

Tags: fluff; mentions of occurrences in recent story event; do not read if avoiding all spoilers; female-bodied reader (no pronouns used but reader referred to as "mama")

“What’s the matter, darling?”

I kneeled down next to my young daughter, her eyes wide and glassy, tears ready to spring at any moment, staining the apples of her cheeks. In her hands was her beloved plush black tiger.

“Papa…” her small voice was sad as she held out her toy. “He got ripped.”

I took the tiger in my hands, my gloved finger running over the spot where the seam came apart and white fluffy stuffing was visible.

“Maybe Uncle Walter could fix him.”

My single red eye narrowed as I stared intensely into her eyes. “Absolutely not. Can I tell you a secret?” The little girl nodded, clearly eager to hear my secret.

Standing up, I took a seat in the nearby chair. I patted my thigh, inviting her to join me, something I have done practically every day since she was able to walk. I smiled as she ran over, the black tiger dangling in her hands, dancing through the air. Climbing up my leg, she nestled her small body against my chest, not bothered by my low temperature.

She looked up at me, her eyes big and wide, as she tightly clutched the plush tiger in both of her tiny hands. Dipping my head, I brought my mouth close to her ear so that she could easily hear me speak my secret.

“I know how to sew.”

“I don’t believe you. If you can sew, then show me. What have you sewn, papa?”

Stubborn, just like her mother.

“Who do you think made all of mama’s dresses?”

“I don’t know, she bought them at the store.”

Anger boiled inside me; a deep breath quickly quelled its rage. Perish the thought of another crafting clothes for the little rabbit. My little rabbit.

“No,” I replied, a genuine, soft smile spreading on my lips as my heart swelled with pride. “I made them. I make all of your mother’s clothes.”

My child looked away for a moment, her lips pursed tight while in thought. “What about my clothes?”

“I make your clothes, too.”

“Even the dress I’m wearing today?”

“Even the dress you’re wearing today.” Her gaze fell to the skirt of her dress, making a pleased humming sound as her fingers traced over its hem. She then held out her tiger, offering him to me.

“You can fix him, papa. Please.” Taking the tiger in one hand, I patted her head with the other, the action mildly comforting to me. “For fixing my tiger and for sharing your secret with me, I’d like to tell you a secret.”

“Oh?” My eye widened with surprise – what kind of secret could my small child be harboring?

“Mama told me about a boy.”

A boy? I clenched my hands in tight fists, listening quietly as she continued.

“She told me all about this boy. How kind he is. How he always looks at the good in others. How he always tries to make others smile.” She looked at me nervously before she said the words that made my stomach drop.

“Papa, I think I love this boy.”

I shut my eye, needing a moment to pretend I didn’t hear what I just heard. One. Two. Three. My eye opened, volcanic red flashed with murderous intent.

“I think I should meet this boy.”

“Silly papa.” My sweet daughter laughed, the sound bright and bubbly as her eyes crinkled into tiny little crescents. “You are the boy!”

“Oh…” My body tensed, turning rigid, not wanting to correct her mistake – that the little boy no longer existed.

Nuzzling her face against my chest, her soft voice was muffled by my thick cloak. “I love you, papa.”

“I love you, too,” I replied, my hand patting her head once more.

She soon pulled away, her absence from my chest creating an ache in my heart. She looked at me, staring into my single red eye as if it was the most fascinating thing to behold.

“Your eye is so pretty,” she said as she reached out, her tiny fingers gently stroking my temple, her skin soft and warm, so much unlike mine. “Sometimes it sparkles, and it’s so radiant. Like a ruby. And other times, like now…”

She looked at me sadly, I saw so much of myself in her face at that brief moment. I knew what she was about to say, and I couldn’t stop her. It was the truth. Like her father, she was more mature than the number of candles on her birthday cake.

“Your eye isn’t sparkling. Like you’re lonely or missing someone.”

I swallowed, not wanting to acknowledge her words.

But I was soon saved.

I heard footsteps approaching the room. Looking up, I saw you. You leaned lazily against the doorframe, spying on a private moment between father and daughter. Your dress was an exact replica of that of your daughter’s.

I would know; I made them both.

“Oh!” the little girl exclaimed excitedly. “Your sparkle is back! Mama must be nearby.” She wriggled off your lap, leaving her tiger in your care as she ran off to see you.

“Papa is going to fix my tiger!”

“Oh, I’m so happy for you!” You looked up, our gazes meeting in a knowing smile. “You know, I just saw Uncle Roderich in the hallway. I think he might have some of that special candy you like so much. You should go look for him.”

I laughed as she pranced out of the room. If only all our lives were innocent enough to allow us to drop everything for a bit of candy. I caught your gaze again, the look you’re giving me far from innocent.

Impatient, I rose from my chair and approached you. “I missed you,” I murmured as my lips brushed against yours in a kiss.

One kiss led to two kisses, which led to many more kisses. My fingers dug into your back as I held your body tight against mine, afraid if I let you go, the loneliness might overwhelm me.

My kisses grew wild and frantic. I bit your lip, hard enough to make you yelp.

“You lied to her,” I whispered sadly, my head tilted like a pathetic puppy dog. “The boy you told her about doesn’t exist.”

We stood there staring at the other, the silence deafening. I shocked even myself when I cupped your cheek, so very gently, and brought your lips to meet mine.

“For such a violent man, your kisses are so very tender,” you whispered in between my kisses. Pulling back, you gazed into my eye, your expression soft and adoring as you pressed your palm against my pounding heart. “Maybe that little boy isn’t lost after all.”

Do you believe me now? That I love you fiercely and unconditionally. That my love for you is undying. Maybe you do. And maybe that is why you were kissing me back the way that you were.

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drunkewok · 3 months

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Tiger Inside Chapter Thirty-Two

Stray Kids Mafia (ongoing)

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WC: 4.5k

Pairing: Lee Know x reader

Genre: Series, Enemies to lovers, non-idol AU, Mafia AU

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, drinking, swearing, graphic depictions of violence, weapons

Disclaimer: Any portrayal of Stray Kids or any other idols in this story is purely fiction and do not at all reflect their own personalities or how I view them as a person, it is purely for the sake of the story.

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Y/N POV

Grief comes in waves.

At first they are so strong you feel swept away. The tides kicking your feet out from under you and forcing gasps from your throat as the water rushes in. Pulling you under. You grow angry with each failed attempt to stay upright. A scream to the skies every time the waters win.

Grief comes in waves.

A more gentle splash of water once you’ve regained your footing in the sand. Now you can finally feel the warmth of the sun hit your skin, and be able to view the sunset in its beauty. When the joyful moments hold you close and laughter replays in your ears. The waters will calm. Ripples diminish as the waves turn into gentle rolling waters, keeping your body swaying but still rooted.

The fight in the beginning feels pointless. To try and hold steady as you’re tossed aside. But every time you’ve fallen in, you’ve pulled yourself back up. Your legs strengthen and the large waves don’t feel as cumbersome as they did before. They still hit, forcefully trying to push you off balance. But you’ve learned how to plant your feet, how to push back against them. Letting them merely sway you as each day you take a step forward toward the shore.

Grief comes in waves.

My head snapped toward the door, startled by the sudden knocking. I sat frozen in place for a moment, fingers gripping the edge of my bed as my eyes stayed focused on the locked handle.

I had started to find myself constantly sitting in a state of alert. Each sound feeling amplified as if my mind was in permanent sensory overload.

I just needed the world to be quiet.

“Y/n? Are you in there?” Felix’s voice was soft on the other side of the wood, almost timid as he spoke up. I pulled myself from the sheets, slowly clicking the lock out of place and pulling the door open.

Felix’s head rose. The look of concern quickly faded as his eyes squinted, a gentle grin growing across his face.

“Hi there!” He chirped, a smile stretching further up his cheeks. His hands gripped my puffy jacket close to his chest, fingers tightly securing a hat against it.

“Hello to you too, can I ask why you have my jacket?” Without a word he held it out to me, stifling a smile giggle.

“Get dressed. Jeongin and I wanna take you out for the night.”

“Wha-” He shoved the jacket into my hands when I failed to take it from him. “Lix… I need to get down to the gym I was just about to meet up with Chang-”

“No no. We told him we’re stealing you. He can’t have you.” He reached out, grabbing the door handle. “Chop chop! We gotta get going!” He pulled the door shut, before the sounds of his feet running away could be heard.

I stared down to the jacket in my hands, the faintest smile trying to break through.

Normally, the mystery behind the mischief the two boys were up to would leave me unsettled, nervous, and concerned. Yet in this moment it manifested in something akin to excitement. A twinge of hope in my chest that today might be an easier one.

Stepping foot outside the house might do me good, no matter how difficult it may feel.

Positive.

Just stay positive.

I repeated the mantra in my head as I stepped down the stairs, jacket in hand as I poked my head into the living room.

Felix and Jeongin bounced up from their spots lounging on the couch, both crossing over to me and Felix excitedly shook me by my arms.

“Where are you all heading off to?” My eyes fell on Hyunjin on the couch, sitting beside Jisung who had his leg propped up on the coffee table.

But the other body beside Jisung didn't look my way, the same coldness radiating off of him as the first time we met. Minho's arms were crossed, eyes fakely focusing on the television instead of us.

“Yeah, where exactly are we going?”

“It's a secret!” Felix practically skipped down the hall towards the front door, giddy with every step.

Jeongin reached out, arm stretching across my shoulders as he held me close and looked to the others with a proud smirk.

“We're taking her out on a date!”

Hyunjin and Jisung let out soft chuckles at the two's excitement. Minho on the other hand was finally looking in my direction, not a single readable expression on his face as we held eye contact. His gaze turned back to the television, completely unphased.

Jisung leaned towards Minho, whispering something to him before his sentence was quickly cut off by a punch to the arm.

“Ya! No punching the injured one!” He sunk into himself, his hand nursing the spot on his arm where Minho had made contact.

“Have fun you guys! Behave!” Hyunjin waved us off with a smile as Jeongin turned me down the hall, hands on my back as he pushed me towards the door.

“Where are you guys taking me!?”

“Shh. We said it's a secret, now go get in the car.” Jeongin grabbed a set of keys from the hooks, leading the two of us outside to see Felix eagerly waiting by the locked car.

My eyes scanned the snow littered landscape as we drove closer to the city. Night had already started to envelope the streets, the occasional street light flashing above head. Jeongin pulled the car alongside the curb, placing it into park as he clapped his hands together with a smile as he shut off the ignition.

“Alright! Let's go!”

“I still don't get any hints?”

“Not at all.” Felix grabbed my hand, pulling me alongside him as I tried to hold my jacket tightly closed in front of me in an attempt to maintain any body heat in the chilly air,

We meandered down multiple alleys, our destination starting to feel like it didn't actually exist as we continued on. Jeongin must have purposely parked far away, trying to keep their surprise for as long as possible.

Jeongin took a sharp left as we exited the last alley, Felix still tightly secured to my side as I looked forward to what was ahead of us.

Twinkling lights were strung across the trees, creating a ceiling of light against the night sky. Multiple vendors lined the walkways and pedestrians for as far as the eye could see. A soft melody played from hidden speakers, welcoming us in.

A winter night market.

Felix giggled as he looked at me, taking in the scenery as a smile slowly tried to stretch across my cheeks. It was a magical sight to observe, everyone cheery and laughing together as their fingers grasped their cups of hot chocolate or their sugary confections.

Jeongin stopped a few strides ahead of us, turning around to my frozen state as his eyes vanished behind his smile, arms opening wide.

“Surprise!”

Felix's hands found their place on my arms, rubbing them as if he was trying to transfer heat to me through the layers of my jacket.

“We need to get some cocoa!” He chirped, arms wrapping around me and giving a tight squeeze from behind.

Jeongin stepped forward in agreement, grabbing my hand and pulling me with him, Felix following close behind.

As we stood in line at a kiosk, I turned around to take in more of our surroundings. Only now do I notice the large skating rink at the far end, full of groups skating side by side and the occasional fall.

It had been years since I found myself at the holiday market, working nights definitely consuming my time and preventing me from attending. It must have been my childhood that I was last able to take in the joy that they held.

Jeongin turned around, handing me a cup topped with whipped cream and marshmallows, a candy cane sticking out from the top of the sugary white mountain.

I smiled with a thank you as I let my fingers wrap around the warm cup, bringing it to my lips and letting the flavors of chocolate and peppermint drench my taste buds.

Felix giggled as I pulled the cup away, motioning with his finger to my lip before I licked away the remnants of the whip cream.

“It's delicious, I don't even know the last time I had a quality cup of hot cocoa.” I turned to Jeongin with a grin “and the peppermint was a good choice, thank you”

“We gotta keep you sweet somehow.” Jeongin reached an arm across my shoulders, pulling me close to him in a side hug.

“I'm perfectly sweet as I am, thank you very much.” I let out a humored scoff, feigning offense.

“Whatever you say, darling.” With a chuckle, Jeongin tapped the tip of my nose, before leading us down the walkway side by side.

Booths lined the pathway as we continued on, an array stretching from street foods to hand crafted goods. Children hollered in front of the game booths, placing metaphorical bets against their siblings in lighthearted rivalry.

“Oh my god.” Felix abruptly stopped in his tracks, eyeing the hanging array of prizes above a particular booth. “I need it.”

My eyes followed his line of sight up to a long bodied pink animal pillow, before he ran up to the booth and wasted not a single moment before handing his money over to the teller to begin his game.

My head craned to the side as I tried to study the figure, eyes squinting in confusion.

“What even is that thing?” Jeongin slightly spoke down to me, also focused on the long pillow.

“I thought it was a bunny… But it’s got a pig nose… I don’t get it.”

“Neither do I but I need it!” Felix pointed back to us, eyes wide in determination. “He’s coming home with me!”

He juggled the ball in his one hand, focus pinned on the tower of bottles as he readied his aim. He grumbled in frustration as only the top few bottles fell with his throw, quickly digging into his pocket and handing over another dollar before attempting again. I watched as he tried time and time again, each throw leaving him short of leaving with his soon-to-be prized possession.

“Com’on Felix, you know these are all rigged anyways.”

“Excuse me,” My eyes snap to a woman stepping up to us with a friendly smile, pointing down to the hot chocolate in my hand. “I’m so sorry to ask, but where did you get those?”

“Oh!” I turned around in the direction we came, pointing back to the booth. “Right back there! I highly suggest you try it with the peppermint! It’s so good.”

She grinned as I turned back to her, a soft thank you as she passed by us and down toward her own sweet treat.

Felix let out another long groan with the crashing of bottles. Jeongin stepped up behind him, trying to usher him away from the booth.

“Let’s go skate or something before you waste your entire wallet on this game.”

Jeongin outstretched his hand, his other firmly grasping the half wall, as he guided me over the threshold and onto the ice once we had finally donned our skates. My feet slipped beneath me as I tried to gain my footing, my hands tightly gripping into Jeongin’s arm as I steadied myself.

As the uncontrollable sliding became manageable, I let my tight hold release as I tried to pull myself to the wall. Jeongin chuckled at my newborn deer-like state before Felix’s yelp caught our attention as he unsuccessfully made his way onto the ice, and not a moment later partially falling into the splits as he clamored.

I pushed myself from the wall, slowly gliding across the ice in his direction as I struggled not to keel over laughing. After hauling Felix back into a standing position, Jeongin slid up beside the two of us, holding his stomach laughing.

“At least she can help me while laughing instead of just watching me suffer.” Felix grumbled.

“Listen, I just wasn’t expecting you to come out here immediately flailing your arms like a baby chick.”

Felix quickly proved to be no better once we began to make our way around the rink. Jeongin on the other hand was surprisingly stable as we progressed. In no way would you put him up for competition, but I would not have expected him to have been experienced on the ice to the point of looking comfortable.

My fingers slowly untied the laces secured around my ankles, leaning back on my hands as I kicked the skates off. Jeongin’s cackling beside me brought my eyes up, just in time to witness Felix clumsily sliding to the edge of the rink and falling forward once his skates hit the edge.

“And he sticks the landing!” Jeongin cheered, doubling over in pain from his laughter. I shoved his arm lightly before pulling myself from the bench, trying to haul Felix’s body up out of the snow as he let out a dramatic holler.

I bit my lip in an attempt to suppress my own laughter, settling Felix onto the bench beside Jeongin. Retrieving his lost beanie to his lap as he flipped his disheveled hair from his face.

“You realize you're supposed to stop before the curb, right?” A snicker finally escaped my lips, watching as he tried to settle his snow covered beanie back onto his head.

“They need to make it more visible. That was not my fault.”

“There's a reason he's usually not directly in battle, he's not the most graceful of the members.”

“Ya!” Felix hollered as his arms crossed his chest. “I wanna see any of you do what I do, especially when all of you break out in nervous hives at just the thought of scanning through my codes.”

“That aside, give me my shoes. My socks are drenched and yes, I will be bitching about it for the rest of the night.” I struggled as I attempted to replace my boots back onto my feet over my wet socks. The quick thinking as I flung forward to assist Felix, created a momentary lapse in judgment that I was without shoes and about to trudge across the cold snow.

We continued on from our icy activities, on our journey back to the car as we wrapped up our night before Felix's eyes glistened at the sight of an elaborately lit up sign before us.

He stopped in his tracks, halting me next to him as his grip on my arm tightened. I followed his gaze to a tent beside us, a large sign reading FORTUNE TELLER posted above the entrance.

“We've got to go in.” He mumbled, eyes not straying from the tent.

“Seriously? It's all just a scam as they tell you the same mumbo jumbo that they repeat to everyone all night. Great riches are coming your way, your romantic life will flourish, danger is coming for you.” My fingers wiggled in the air, swirling the artificial magic around me.

“Oh come on! It’s still fun to hear. And you never know, maybe they’re the real deal?”

I rolled my eyes as he tugged me forward, pulling the door flap to the side and dragging us into the dimly lit tent.

The psychic sat on the floor behind a small table in the middle, eyes closed with her palms resting on the surface. The candles in front of her barely illuminating her face from below as the rest of the tent sat in shrouded darkness.

Felix eagerly sat on the cushion in front of her, crossing his legs beneath him and leaning in.

Her eyes slowly opened and met Felix's, a gentle smile growing before looking up to me still standing. Without a word she gestured to the cushion beside Felix, summoning me to begrudgingly sit down.

I nervously settled into the seat, not quite sure why the atmosphere of the small tent left a knot deeply rooted in my stomach.

Her hand slowly reached forward, trying to take mine in hold, before I tried to dismiss her as gently as possible.

“Oh no, he's the one who wanted to visit you, thank you though.” I turned to Felix, who was motioning to her hand with his head, his eyes darting between mine and her palm.

With a sigh I reached out, putting my hand in hers as she closed her eyes once more, taking a deep breath.

Still without a single word uttered, she released me, taking out a stack of cards and handing them to me.

“Shuffle.”

At this point I figured it might just be easier to play along, being so quickly targeted not being in my original plan when stepping in.

Felix's hands settled in his lap, intensely watching the cards as they transferred between my hands, before I handed them back to the woman.

“Your energy was strong the moment you stepped in. You carry a powerful aura with you.”

I hummed in response, forcing a smile as I nodded along with her. The same line coming from her that she probably utters a millions times in one night.

“By the act of shuffling you've put your energy into the cards, and they're eager to give you the answers you seek.” She held the deck between her hands. “What would you like to ask the cards tonight, my dear?”

I stuttered as I tried to come up with a response, trying to look to Felix for any sort of guidance.

“I'm sorry…” I look back at her hesitantly, “I've never done this before.”

“No worries my dear.” She laid the cards out in a spread in front of us, slowly flipping over cards one by one. “We’ll just see what the cards would like to tell you then.”

Each flip of a card caused her to give soft hmm’s and ha's as she studied them, and I tried to press my lips together in an attempt to stifle a giggle.

"I see you've experienced great loss, a burden that you carry on your shoulders even now. You need to forgive yourself and those around you who are trying to share the load. It's the only way you will be able to conquer the shadows I see in your future. What's happened in your past will find its way back to you, and it will not be a pleasant reunion. It will take all your courage to confront it. And having those who love you near will make the process smoother.”

"Wow...um wow okay...aren't you supposed to just tell me to sell me some bs about loving myself or some tall dark handsome stranger is waiting for me just around the corner”

She gave a soft chuckle, pulling another card and flipping it face up.

“Hmm, handsome, yes. But not very tall.” She looked up to me with a sly grin, “Seems like he may be closer than you think though.”

“Ah yeah, okay there it is.” I patted my legs before rising, trying to make my exit before Felix reached up, wrapping his fingers around my wrist. I stared down at him, “What? Like I said, it’s all just the same mumbo jumbo she tells everyone. You stay and get your fortune read, but I’m gonna go wait outside with Jeongin.”

Felix's quick shuffling to stand was clear as I pulled the tent flap to the side, giving thanks to the psychic and following me out.

Jeongin stood as he noticed us nearing again, head slightly tilting in confusion.

“You guys weren't in there very long?”

“Nah, no need.” I crossed my arms across my chest, stopping just before the bench and turning to see Felix catching up to us.

“You're gonna brush that off? She just told you so much!”

A scoff blended into a chuckle as I looked around the crowded plaza, a humored smile growing on my lips.

“I told you, she says the same thing to everyone. None of that was specific for me.”

“Oh com'on! Great loss? Your past will find its way back to you!?” Felix reached out, taking both my arms in his hands as he gently shook me. “HANDSOME MAN IS CLOSER THAN YOU THINK!?”

“Lix, buddy. Don't look too far into this.”

He pushed air through his teeth, the softest eish coming from him as he accepted defeat and crossed his arms. I playfully rolled my eyes, nudging my arm into his side and forcing it to wrap around his and pull him close.

“Com'on, let's head home. It's getting late. We don't want Chan sitting in a chair in the dark corner waiting for us to walk in the door.”

Felix laughed softly, nodding in agreement. I turned back with my other arm, linking it with Jeongin's and pulling him alongside me as we strolled back to the car.

Shrugging my jacket from my shoulders, I placed it on its hanger and quickly started to rid myself of my boots. The uncomfortable wet feeling that grew between my toes being far too much to bare from my soaked socks.

“I’ll be right there! I just need to get changed!” I called out to Felix and Jeongin as they made their way into the lit living room, Felix barely waving in response behind him.

“You guys went ice skating without me!?” Jisung’s voice rang out as I later entered the living room, freshly changed with new socks, his eyes big to accompany the dramatic pout on his lips.

“You can’t even skate right now! You’re still on crutches!” Hyunjin heckled as he settled a pillow into his lap, head falling back into the couch cushions.

“And yet I could still skate circles around you.”

“Oh please! It’s been years.” Hyunjin shot up, sending a glare in Jisung’s direction. “Do you really think I haven’t gotten better since then!?”

“All I’m saying is maybe you should skate better.”

“Maybe you should shoot better!” Hyunjin chucked the pillow, hitting Jisung in the face and sending him falling backwards into Minho dramatically.

“I doubt Seungmin even clears you before the end of the season for something like that.” Minho lifted the pillow from Jisung’s face, tossing it onto the couch beside him.

“You’ll see! I’ll heal in no time and after that you’re on Hwang!”

“So you guys just impulsively decided to go to the night market?” Minho settled himself into the couch, Jisung tucked snuggly beside him with a pout.

As I crossed to the couch, Jeongin pulled me down into the seat between him and Felix, pulling my back flush against his chest in a tight back hug.

“I told you, we had to take her on a date!”

Minho scoffed, picking up the remote and turning his focus to the television as he avoided eye contact with the three of us.

“What? You mad that they took her on a date before you?” Jisung squealed the moment the words left his mouth, quickly turning into a ball as Minho picked the pillow back up, attempting to nonchalantly smother it into Jisung’s face without pulling his attention from the screen.

“Ohhh from that reaction I think we know the answerrrr.” Felix chimed, giggling as I struggled from Jeongin’s grip.

“Um, hi! Hello! You do remember I’m right here, right?”

“You guys took her on a date and didn’t even get her flowers?” Hyunjin scoffed, crossing one leg over the other and arms across his chest. “Rookie move.”

“Oh my god, why didn’t you get her flowers!?” Felix’s head shot towards Jeongin, nudging his arm.

“ME!? The whole thing was your idea. Why is it my job to get the flowers?”

“Just know that if I took you on a date you’d be greeted with flowers and chocolates.” Hyunjin scoffed in disapproval as he directed his attention away from us and back to the screen.

“Yeah and if I took you on a date it would have been a nice little picnic by the Han River! The Han Jisung at the Han River! You can’t beat it!”

“You guys act like I’m about to go on dates with everyone in the house, chill out.”

“You never know! Your secret lover is closer than you think” Felix nudged into my side, “So it very well could be one of us in the house!”

“Secret lover?” Hyunjin’s brow arched, interest piqued.

“Yeah! Tell them all about your fortune!” Felix grew giddy at the resurfacing of the topic, still deeply rooted on the final statement of my reading.

Minho crossed his arms across his chest, poorly trying to act uninterested, and keeping his head facing the TV but the smallest of side eye in our direction as he tried to listen in.

“Oh please, I’m not going to repeat all of that nonsense.”

��Fine! I will!” Felix turned to Hyunjin, leaning in close. “We went to a fortune teller! And she said that y/n has a very handsome lover who might be closer than she thinks.” He decorated his last words with air quotes as he giggled gleefully.

“Huh, never took you for the fortune teller type.” Jisung chuckled.

“I’m not! He dragged me in there against my own free will!” The boys stared at me with doubtful glances, each looking as though they were attempting to suppress their giggles. “Okay, whatever. You all can keep debating the hypotheticals of me going on dates with each of you for whatever reason. I'm gonna go get ready for bed, I bid you goodnight!”

I quickly hopped up from my seat, trying to quickly divert my way upstairs and away from whatever that conversation would be morphing into.

I set my phone on the counter beside the sink, finding myself with a small smile as I settled in front of the mirror.

Pulling my hair back from my face, I let the faucet run. Patiently waiting for the cold water to gain its heat as I washed my face. The unexpected venture away from the home had done more good than I expected, the exact push I had needed to put pain temporarily in the rearview and let a different emotion finally take the wheel.

As I leaned forward, dipping my hands into the water, my phone screen lit up. A text message scarcely legible. I rinsed away the last of the soapy residue and shut off the water, dabbing the towel across my face before finally picking up my phone and unlocking the screen.

Unknown: Little birds shouldn’t stray far from the nest.

My brows furrowed as I stared at the screen, trying to decipher who it may be who had sent the cryptic message, as I watched the tiny bubbles reappear at the bottom of the screen before another message came through, causing my stomach to drop.

Unknown: The peppermint was a good choice though.

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meetinginsamarra · 21 days

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mayprompts2024 #4, fall

Read part one (using the prompt "box") here

Read part two (using the prompt "familiar") here

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I love you all for liking this and having as much fun as I. Moreover, spawning funny new denominations like "cardigan tiger" and "The Bed Shop Boys". 🤣

Let's continue!

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The Perfect Place - Part Three

"You are very good at selling beds,” stated Sherlock (an obvious lie) because that was the first thing he could safely verbalize while fantasizing about John being very good in bed. He was falling so hard for the ex-soldier that it hurt.

John blushed and it was quite adorable. “Thank you. No one ever said that before, actually.” He licked his lips, a bit nervous about this admission. “You are the first who noticed.” He was falling so hard for this customer, it was like getting hit by a bullet all over again.

Sherlock forced himself to not stare at John’s tongue (He failed, by the way. He stared very much but John was so overwhelmed by Sherlock’s praise and gorgeous looks that he did not notice).

“Most people are idiots.” Sherlock shrugged.

“But not you.” John beamed. “I had a feeling that you were already hooked when you first saw the bed.”

Replace the “bed” with “you” and it's spot-on, Sherlock thought.

“You had me at once,” Sherlock confirmed, “when you explained about the,” he made some mental contorsions because he had not listened at all, “the various kinds of mattresses available.”

John nodded enthusiastically.

Sherlock was very proud of himself when he suddenly remembered something John had really talked about. “I also was very impressed with the different kinds of firmness and springiness available.”

“So, do you like it hard or soft?” John asked.

“What?” Sherlock blinked rapidly.

“The mattress!” Realizing what he had just said and what it could imply (actually John had implied exactly what he had said), he quickly backpaddled.

“I mean how do you like your mattress? Softer or harder?” John turned away to wipe beads of sudden sweat from his forehead and also to hide his embarrassed face. He wanted to slap himself for being such a creep. Daydreaming like a teenager and drooling over the one and only customer he had ever had who was actually interested in buying a bed.

John needn’t have worried about Sherlock getting affronted because right now Sherlock was distracted by a burning problem.

The mind palace was currently on fire after Sherlock had pondered about the firmness and springiness of certain body parts John so wickedly hid under these atrocious brown corduroy trousers. He was totally preoccupied with putting out the mental blaze to get his mind functioning again.

Therefore, Sherlock only absent-mindedly answered John’s question. “That depends on the position I’m in.” (He thought about liking it soft when topping and hard when bottoming.)

John startled, confused and afraid if he was possibly facing a mind-reader because that was exactly what he had been daydreaming about before. (Which position the dream customer would prefer in bed, that is.)

Sherlock, realizing what he had just said and what it could imply, quickly backpaddelled. “I mean where the bed would be positioned in my flat. When I’m in. The bed.”

(Which made no sense at all but neither of the two men was aware, both totally besotted with each other and fighting against drowning in a bottomless pit of utter infatuation.)

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morallygreyyn · 2 years

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when the hxh boys want cuddles (hc)

warnings: fluff ig if you’re emo

characters: kurapika, hisoka, illumi

authors note: was kinda bored and thought fuck it, why not so here’s how I imagine the hxh boys would ask for cuddles! this is a reach and just for funsies this is literal trash I swear

Requests are open!

what kurapika wants: snuggles

what he gets: strUGGLES

pls this boy just needs a hug

preferably one that makes him feel like he matters, like someone cares for him

he’s just really stressed out and desperate for some sort of comfort

so when it’s just the two of you alone after a really long and stressful day, boy slowly comes to the realisation that he wants your arms around him, soothing away his worries for a while

he needed to be held

now the key was how was he going to ask you

usually kurapika could be counted on for his calm composure and sound reasoning

when it comes to feelings however? think again because this boy has NO idea how to deal with them

he considers asking but he just can’t get the words out

“hey y/n, are you busy or do you have a moment?”

he has all your moments tbh so you were over to him like a shot

boy couldn’t even finish his sentence

you had always been quite attune to his needs and wants, seemingly knowing kurapika better than himself sometimes so when you saw him sitting on the edge of the couch, twiddling his thumbs and looking for all the world that he needed some comfort, you knew exactly what to do

you swiftly sat next to him and pulled the blonde into your arms, cradling his head against your chest.

you could hear him sigh and melt into your touch, especially when you ran your fingers through his hair

“thanks.” he murmured, nestling against you, already forgetting about his burdens for the time being

“any time.” you kissed the top of his head

you two stayed like that, even when you had moved to the bedroom

kurapika fell asleep in your arms and had one of the most restful nights sleep he had gotten in a long while

we all know hisoka isn’t a stranger to physical touch

he’s absolutely psychotic but this man knows how to dish out a caress, an embrace and many other things that aren’t so lovely

damn boy what those hands do

i imagine hisoka to be quite a touchy feely lover so i don’t think he would be shy whenever he wanted some physical attention

he would just have to look with those narrowed eyes and sly smile for you to know he wanted something

“i don’t trust that smile.”

“you never do.” he remarked, drawing closer to you

“i’m about to be attacked aren’t I?”

as expected, hisoka pounced and you were engulfed in this man’s long arms

it really wouldn’t matter what you were doing, whether you were busy or not

if hisoka wanted a hug, he was gonna get one

you stood motionless for a moment, trying to process what had happened in the last three seconds and when your brain finally caught up you returned the embrace

“you could’ve asked you know.”

“but where’s the fun in that?”

does this man even understand the concept of hugging

i don’t think illumi has ever been hugged once in his life

i also don’t think he would know that he wanted one

you were a daring individual, you were dating illumi for crying out loud

unconfirmed by him as he never gave you much to go on, you just knew he had somewhat of a soft spot for you seeing as he never killed you after all of your pestering

so you took that as a good sign

you had never met someone who was more emotionally constipated as the eldest zoldyck sibling

but you knew deep deep deep down, he secretly wanted a hug

he just didn’t know it yet

“illumi?”

“hm?”

“do you want a hug?”

this boy has no idea how to comprehend that question, he just stares at you with his trademark blank expression

“what?”

you repeated yourself and got the same response

not one to be deterred, you slowly approached the stoic assassin as if he were an untamed tiger

you were very close to him now and had stretched out your arms, his gaze never leaving you

“what are you doing?”

“what does it look like? i’m gonna give you a hug.”

“why?” there didn’t appear to be any anger in his tone, only mild confusion mixed with his unenthused way of speaking

“because i want to, and i know you secretly want one.” illumi never bothered to reply to that one

ever so slowly you inched closer until you had successfully managed to wrap your arms around his waist and his arms as he never moved them from his sides

hugging him tightly, you rested your head on his shoulder

“see now isn’t this nice.”

illumi didn’t respond. but he didn’t move out of your embrace either

he would never admit it but you knew he secretly liked it

you stayed like that for a minute before deciding to pull away, not wanting to push your luck any further

“lemme know if you ever want another one!” you winked at him before leaving the room

you didn’t know it and he would never say it, but illumi’s usually frozen heart jumped when you had hugged him

he would never ask for another but he thought maybe hugs weren’t so bad after all

and if you ever offered another one he wouldn’t be in a position to decline

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