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lonelystarrs · 5 months

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𝑴𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒁𝒆𝒏’𝒊𝒏

𝗧𝗼𝗷𝗶 𝗭𝗲𝗻’i𝗻 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

He really, really needed to stop making bets and gambling with you, it bit at his pride but god damn the results were always so fucking worth it.

Part one: Don’t Touch

Warnings: 18+ MDNI + maid Toji + loses a bet in prt 1 and makes it worse for himself + switch reader + reluctant sub Toji / dom + toy usage + Toji gets meann but also shows his soft dom + degrading/ praise kinks + established relationship + fluff + cum play + dirty talk + possessive + anal play + I’m sorry but I was screaming with laughter at the end -idk why my fics end with stupid crack I can’t help it.

Another 4k smut fic I’m not sorry.

Yeah, you really did think you were fucking funny didn’t ya?

Toji’s jaw tightened as he tried so very hard to not have his damn eyes roll back into their sockets from rolling so hard because he was actually doing what you asked.

He was no chicken, he could keep up on his side of a bet but couldn’t recall this being part of the deal, in fact he was so very sure it wasn’t part of it.

The clothing was tight, not suitable for a man of his size and stature, in fact it wasn’t suitable for a man at all.

When the hell would he learn to stop making bets with you? He was always so ridiculously unlucky when it came down to it, when was he gonna learn that gambling with you wouldn’t ever go in his favour?

Maybe his pride was letting him make the mistakes again and again.

“You missed a spot, Maid Zen’in.”

“Yeah? How ya see that when you ain’t even looking up at that shitty book huh?”

You snickered as you flicked the page, indeed not looking up at him but knowing he’d skipped the bottom shelf because he didn’t want to bend over in this damn skimpy maid outfit.

“Don’t recall this being part of it,” he sneered, glaring at you as you still refused to look at him.

“Oh? When we got home after that Halloween party, you bet I’d cum first and you were the one who blew his load first, it was your idea on who wore the outfit had to do whatever the winner said for a whole three hours and well, Zen’in-“ you snapped the book shut and finally looked up at him, “-here we are.”

You smirked at him whilst tilting your head and he hated how those little pulses sent to his cock made him throb. He both loved to hate how that little stubborn, challenging streak in you made him secretly simp for you, not like he’d ever admit it, besides it was always so rewarding.

“So, bottom shelf T, needs dusting.”

He snorted and turned back around, when he bent over though you didn’t find yourself so amused, was it supposed to be hot watching that stupidly short skirt ride up, see Toji Zen’in in a damn thong and those fucking breeder balls of his bulging against the material?

You never thought about it, truly, but it made your cunt clench and suppress a moan with how this man was wearing something so degrading.

You didn’t think he’d go all out and actually wear the thong, but seems he took his gambling more serious than you thought.

It wasn’t because of you calling him a chicken, a pussy if he didn’t do it had anything to do with his pride being bitten at…

“Gone quiet doll, you into this shit you- oi”

“You are too, you’re getting hard.”

Even more so when your hands cupped his balls through the thin material, your thumb however followed the line up the thong and that’s when Toji straightened, turning around all but glaring at you.

“Don’t push ya luck, I ain’t into that ass stuff.”

“Oh? You tried it?”

His stare was hard, the silence making up for his lack of will to say any words and you only smirked at him.

“So you never tried it, you’ll cum so hard y’know-“

“You’ve banged a guy before?”

“Yeah, but we can just do fingers.”

“I didn’t say I was doing it you brat,”

“Awwwwh, Toji c’mon, you can’t handle a little finger?”

You wiggled your index finger at him and bellowed out a cackle when he told you to fuck off and stormed off, his skirt bouncing around his thick thighs and each step made heavier by your laughed that didn’t seem to fade no matter how far he walked away.

You never realised how stroppy Toji could be, you’d seen him get assy when he’s lost a bet on any kind of silly race he was interested in at the time. You’ve seen him pout ever so slightly at the most stupidest of things, even if he denied it and said his face wasn’t capable of pouting…. Sadly his scar gave any kind of minor movement away on his mouth.

It made him quite readable actually, not like he was difficult to read— most the time he was rather black and white when it came down to it. However, this side of him wasn’t often on show.

But it was fucking hilarious when he did show it.

Two hours later after cleaning left him sat on the couch with his arms crossed pouting as he glared at the tv, you were sure he wasn’t even watching it just looking past it and directing his glare there instead.

Cause you’d only mock him further for his attitude if he directed his attention to you, sat there all cozy in his T-shirt that he should be wearing.

“Awww, t’wooohjiiii- are you fweeling sad?”

You prodded his cheek and stifled a laugh noticing his shoulders tense, the maid outfit was straining against his muscles.

“But you look too hot to be sad-“

Your name left his mouth slowly in a warning as he turned to look at you, his green eyes fired up and quiet honestly you’d never seen him this annoyed with you.

“-you’re pushin’ it, fuckin shut up before-“

You shifted and swung your leg over him on the sofa, straddling his lap and tracing your fingers along the front of the maid outfit, his huge pecs bulging under it and even more so from his crossed arms under them

“Before you what?”

Your voice was husky, practically tempting him to threaten you, in vain of course because he knew you liked it.

You wiggled your hips on him and he just glared harder at you.

“You got an hour left of me being in charge,”

“Tch, don’t get too cocky, you’ll regret it.”

“Will I?”

“Doll, don’t be a fucking fool.”

“I just wanna fuck you in this, on the sofa, right here.”

He fell silent, the hardened glare softening ever so slightly, but he still wasn’t convinced it was all you wanted.

He knew you better than that.

“I wanna start off with your cock down my throat, wanna treat you for being so good today T. But I want you to let me finger fuck your prostrate, if you don’t like it I’ll stop-“ his stomach tensed when you ran your hand down his stomach, his six pack tensing under your touch as his breath hitched. Your hand cupping his semi hard dick through the short maid skirt.

“You’re getting hard,” your leaned forward, lips brushing his ear and he tilted his head to allow it, his arms relaxing across his chest “-good boy.”

It took fifteen minutes to get the little prostrate toy in his tight hole. It only took sucking him off and slipping a finger in, hitting his prostrate and milking his cock was surprisingly enough to convince him.

and it took five minutes for him to be practically drooling, his hips bucking up brushing against your clit with each stuttered jolt, the toy vibrating against his g-spot.

He was sweating already, his hands firmly gripping your hips that kept moving to your ass, unsure where to put his hands.

“F-F-Fuckin’ he- shit, fuck!”

You cackled above him, hands cupping his face trying to get him to look at you, your thumb running over his bottom lip swiping away drool.

“Awh, Toji you feel good?”

“S-Shut it,”

You hummed and kissed him, tongue filling his mouth greedily and he rose his own to meet yours, trying to keep up with it but failing as his moaning echoed against your tongue.

Your other hand reached down to angle his cock at your drooling hole, rolling it around to catch slick.

“Don’t, don’t you fucking dare, you’re dead-ah Fuck,”

You were so wet, so feral after watching him turn into an utter mess under you that you slid down in one smooth slide taking his 9 inch, thick cock to the hilt and his eyes rolled back.

“M’cummin’ fuck me I think I’m gonna cum,”

You’d never seen him cum like this, his voice broke, his whole body tensed, shaking as he came so hard his eyes crossed, looking down to see his cock disappearing into you. The bulge forming in your stomach as you reached the hilt, his toes curled against the floor, his hands forcefully moved your hips to rock against him.

You gripped onto the maid outfit at the front, your breath hitching as you spread to accommodate his girth, his hips moving so messily, so wild from cumming so hard that he was already moving inside you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled yourself against him, hovering above him slightly and biting your bottom lip whilst smirking at him.

His green eyes dazed but focusing on your face, your hand held a little remote and you turned off the toy. The low buzz disappearing to leave his heavy breathing fill the silence in the room. Your rolled your hips and his jolted.

“Shit-“ his hands gripped your hips stopping your movement, his sensitive cock still leaking out cum as your cunt pulsed around him, his body humming as he came down from whatever high you’d just put him through, “-stop moving you brat.”

“Your last hour is up,”

It was shocking how quickly he recovered, your back hit the sofa so fast everything blurred, suddenly focusing on Toji hovering above you in a maid outfit. He was still breathing heavy, sweat beading on his skin and the veins up in his forearms, one hand around your throat as he kept you in place.

He pulled his cock from you, both eyes dropping down to watch it leave you coated in more cum you’d ever seen him unload. It was covered in white slick, dripping down his shaft both to his balls and onto your inner thighs. It slapped hard against his stomach before bobbing, still rock solid and dripping in cum.

The maid skirt hanging over the top of it, bunched at the hilt of his cock and it was kinda amusing seeing his big dick poking out from under it.

An airy, moany fuck left him watching himself pull from you,

“-well, ain’t that the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, made a mess of me sweetheart,”

He rolled his hips forward so the head of his thick cock caught your clit, sticky cum rolling around the sensitive bundle of nerves and your body jolted.

“Dicks drooling f’ya still doll, know what that means?”

You hummed in response, back arching off the sofa as your head rolled back from his dick starting to fuck against your clit, his hips rolling so smoothly your body was humming for him already.

Toji leaned down, brushing his lips against your ear as he pushed your hips up with his thighs, half curling over you, his dick sliding past your clit leaving a sticky glide up your stomach. It flexed against you as his mouth met your cheek.

“You got your safe word?”

His hands gliding up your sides, smoothing up your thighs that were braced either side of his ribs, over your hips and gripping your waist, his huge hands swallowing your smaller frame. His thumb brushed under your ribs, giving you a squeeze.

You nodded dumbly turning your head to meet his mouth with your own, but he pulled back, his hips following as he blindly lined himself up with your drooling hole.

“Use ya words, doll, know I ain’t doin’ shit until you do,”

You felt his lips moving against yours, his green eyes holding some glassy look in them you’d not seen in him before, glistening like emeralds framed by strands of black hair.

Your heart surged in your chest when your eyes locked, reading his expression that was almost soft.

“Y-Yeah, know my safe word.”

“N’what is it?”

“Zen’in,”

“Good girl, if you take this without sayin’ it I’ll tell ya a lil summit at the end.”

God your heart was jumping, it was banging against your ribs like it was screaming the answer at you, like it knew what he possibly had dancing on the end of his tongue when he was looking at you like that.

Like you were feeding his damn soul.

“Are you making another bet with me?”

Toji smirked, cock sure about himself on this one.

“Sure, know you ain’t gonna win this cause I’m gonna ruin you.”

How he entered you was cruel, it was slow, almost damn loving the way he watched you. Your back arching, head rolling back and one hand moved to brace against the arm of the sofa behind your head. One of his hands joined yours, sliding from your waist, up your wrist slowly and laced his fingers through yours. His other remaining on your waist to hold you as he stayed folded over you, your hips angled up supported by his thighs under your ass.

Green eyes drank in your expression, your mouth opening so he could hear your breath hitching, the echo of your body humming for him in a song he couldn’t ever stop listening to.

And his heart kicked against his ribs.

Shit.

You were it. His second chance.

He knew it months ago, maybe even years but it was so damn hard to ignore his soul singing for you at times like this.

“Fuck, Toji feels s’good.”

He hummed in response, leaning down to kiss the place on your neck that made your cunt clench around him and he felt it. He picked up a pace that was slow, fucking up into you at the perfect angle.

“Yeah, you do feel good sweetheart,”

Your tits bounced with every jolt from his hips meeting yours, the wet squelch of his cock bullying into your cunt, he moaned into your neck.

He meant how he was fucking you, but he had every intention to lead you into a false sense of security. His hand squeezed yours before leaving it to grab at your waist again, sitting back straight he looked down on you looking so small under him.

Your legs over his thighs, his huge hands swallowing your little waist and he had such a stunning view of his cock spreading you open from this angle, cum staining that pretty pussy.

He groaned and chewed the inside of his cheek starting to fight himself on changing his pace.

He could keep fucking you like this, all loving and slow, his body was humming for it after how hard you made him cum. The toy was still sat in his ass and quite frankly taking it out at the moment didn’t even cross his mind…

His cock flexing in you made his ass tighten around the toy every time and it felt fucking good.

He didn’t even give a shit he was fucking you like this in a damn maid outfit either.

He pulled out to the tip, moaning a breathy fuck me as he watched your cunt pulse, trying to suck him back in still covered in cum and slick.

His large hands squeezed your waist lovingly, before slamming back into you with such force you almost screamed. Head rolling back to him, your mouth agape, eyes doe eyed in shock at his sudden change.

And you couldn’t help but look at him, holding your waist, sat up with your hips to his smirking down at you in a maid outfit that was straining against his huge form. His black hair sticking to his face in some places, sweat beading down his chest and his veins bulging up his wrists and arms.

Your hand on the arm of the sofa flew to one of his wrists to brace yourself, the other held on firmly to the toy remote you kept hidden from him.

He snorted a laugh, the scar on his mouth twitching as he fought a smirk.

And he started to fucking rut into you, it was vicious, his balls sticking to your ass with every wet plap, plap, plap, of him bullying his thick cock into your pussy.

“F-Fuck, Toji! Fuck! Hah- baby- fuck baby that’s it.”

He sneered, panting out as he used his body to see you both through the stars, finding it still amusing that you were talking like this under him.

It wasn’t what he wanted.

He wanted tears, drool and begging. He wanted your body shaking under him.

So he fucked you nasty, not even slowing as you came around his cock for the third time, feeling your slick and cum drooling past your ass onto his thighs.

“You-you’re a sadistic little whore, hah, look how well you’re taking it. You like this cunt full of my cock, sweetheart?”

“Y-Yes!”

“Yeah? Like that bulge in your stomach? Fuck, fuck you take my big dick so well.”

You gave a moany laugh, your hips bucking up into his looking down to see the bulge of his cock appearing everytime his hips met yours, burying himself to the hilt.

“Who’s pussy is this?”

You looked up to him, green eyes already focused on you.

“It’s hah, oh fuck, i-it’s yours-“

One hand left your waist to grip your chin, squishing your cheeks and forming your mouth into a little pout.

“And who is dick this made for?”

“M-Me,”

“Yeah? It is huh? Fuck, you do look good on it.”

Your breath hitched when he pressed down on the bulge in your stomach, switching angles and your eyes widened when you felt something else stirring in your cunt.

He seen the panic in your eyes, your thighs starting to shake under him as he was fucking you past your limit. He suddenly moved up onto his knees, folding your knees to your head and his hands landed on the arm rest behind your head caging you under him, his dick fucking down into your cunt.

He hit so deep your eyes crossed, small whimpers leaving you as your voice left you, unable to moan with how deep he managed to get his cock into you, it was borderline painful how he was hitting your cervix but you couldn’t find it in yourself to say the safe word.

“Fuck you take me like a champ you little brat,-“ he moaned out, rutting his cock down into you in his little maid outfit, “-fucking look at you, she feels so good swallowing my cock like that. Sloppy pussy is drooling for me sweetheart -hah- shit you gonna cum again? Feels like it! C’mon, give it up. Fuck keep givin’ it to me.”

“T-Toji w-wait, it feels funny -fuck Toji w-wait!”

Of course he ignored you.

He wasn’t planning on listening to you unless you screamed that safe word of his last name.

Your toes curled as you felt yourself explode over him, cumming so hard you squirted over his cock and stomach, and onto yourself.

Green eyes widened as he watched you squirt over yourself, glistening on your tits as he folded you over.

“Holy shit-“ he kept thrusting into you, making sure to make a mess of it as you just kept cumming over him “-shit doll, you can squirt?”

“Y-You asshole! Hah, fuck! Toji you asshole!”

He chuckled above you as you tried to glare at him, unable to hold his gaze long as you thrashed, convulsing under him.

Somehow though you managed to find a second of clarity, fingers pressing that button to the little toy inside his ass and turning it up to full fucking blast.

The moan that left him was unholy, his arms over you buckled, his grip still firm on the arm rest but he dropped back, unfolding you slightly as he moved an arm to the spine of the sofa. His hips jolting into you uncontrollably as the toy slammed against his gspot.

“Huh- fuck, you little b-brat,”

His head tilted back, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he moaned out, the veins in his thick neck showing as his whole body twitched in places.

You huffed under him, trying to get air back into your body as you laid there shaking under him, still half folded and his cock still buried in you, flexing on its own as he got his prostrated fucked by a small toy.

His orgasm hit him so quickly he looked back at you a little stunned, his eyes dazing out and crossing as no noise left him. Gripping your hips again as he humped his cock into you, spilling cum into your swollen pussy.

“Feels fucking good-“ drool spilled from the side of his mouth, “phhh-uck, turn it off will ya? S-Shit,”

You gave an airy laugh and did as he asked, he fell forward onto you, even his own body shaking slightly as he was above your trembling one. Your heavy breathing filling the silence of the living room, the tv noises starting to fade back into your senses and the lights dancing across the room.

“So-“ you panted, patted his back and he lifted himself a bit to glare at you half heartedly. “-shower?”

He grunted in response, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you with him, your legs wrapped around him as he carried you towards the bathroom, his cock still plugged in you but softening.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, planting soft kisses at the scar on his mouth, moving across his cheek.

“So damn clingy-“ you laughed against his cheek, his deep voice sounding tired but content. His soft, wet cock slid from you just as he stepped into the walk in shower and he stood back, ripping the maid outfit off his body like it was tissue.

He threw it onto the floor, reaching over your shoulder to turn on the shower, planting his arms either side of you to hide you under the cold water, letting it warm up before it hit you.

With your back against the cooling tiles, you looked up to his calm face, eyes closed, giving a pleasant hum as the water hit his hot skin. His black hair falling to frame his face as water dripped from the ends, little streams forming on his skin.

You fingers grazed his cheek and his eyes opened to meet yours, still a little glassy from the sex you both had but focused on you softly.

He leaned forward, his forehead pressing to yours for a second before wrapping one arm around your waist, pulling you up against him burying his face into your neck.

“I love ya, it pisses me off, but I do.”

He felt you freeze under him and his arm squeezed you, apprehension spreading through his chest as for a split second he worried he said the wrong thing.

Like him you loved in a unique way, you were never one for the lovey dovey crap and neither was he, it suited him.

He felt you pull back and reluctantly his eyes met yours, now glassy as tears started to build in them.

“Y-You-“

“I mean it, I ain’t joking around.”

The tears spilled and his tongue clicked.

“Doll, don’t cry, Christ ain’t this suppose to be a good thing?”

You hit his chest playfully, babbling a laugh at him you wiped away at your tears.

“I love you too, you giant softie.”

His nose wrinkled at the insult, never in his life had he considered himself soft in any way. He says one thing to you and you think he’s soft?

He leaned down again burying his face into your neck and letting himself relax, hoping to fucking god you didn’t feel the beat of his heart slamming into his ribs, see the heat creep his neck or see the smirk twitching at his mouth.

Your response and acceptance making him feel like some dumbass schoolboy.

But you had to ruin it.

“Toji-“

“Woman, can you just enjoy the silence for one minute?”

“Did you just tell me you loved me, with that toy still in your ass?”

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mashiraostail · 3 months

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hello best friend!!!!!!! no way you thought you were gonna end that Halsin turn on's hc on that disgustingly horny note, then share that photoset of him and get away with out anyone asking for more!!!! feed the girls!!! super horny fic please PLEASE

the devil works quick but I am quicker.

NSFW!!!

The sun was high in the sky, too high in Halsin's opinion. For all the moments he languished the beautiful gifts of nature, bathed in a warm sunlight there were many where he cursed it, and the sun itself. He was hung back in the shade, assessing the now bloodied battlefield. The ambush was poorly planned on the enemy’s part, still despite this the sun was scorching him from the sky creating an oppressive heat that made for an entirely unenjoyable battle.

"Oh gods-" He hears you cry out, "I can't go on like this! Karlach! Catch me!" Despite the disgusting heat you seemed in good spirits.

"Easy solider, if you think you're hot now...." Karlach too, she's grinning at you, freshly tuned up she's enjoyed playfully fighting with you but even with her tune up she doubts touching you would help your temperature problem at all.

"You both should save your energy for the walk back to camp." Lae'zel seems to be handling the heat the best, though even she wipes a bead of sweat off her brow.

Halsin has found that lately it is incredibly easy to look at you. Even without imagining you in a sorts of terribly debauched scenarios it was a pleasurable pass time. He was looking at you now. You were heaving as you turned over the littered corpses and rooted through their things. Your skin was coated in a thin layer of sweat that made you look like you were glistening all over when the sun hit you right. Your cheeks were flushed and your lips parted taking in deep, thankful breaths every so often. He feels a sort of pit forming in his stomach, not unpleasant but certainly unwanted given your current location. He needs to take his mind off things, otherwise it wouldn't be long until he's imagining the way the sweat on your inner thighs would taste, or how beautifully you'd sing for him when he took it upon himself to find out.

"Can I help?" He walks towards you and you look up, bent at the waist as you rummage through an enemies armor set.

"Halsin," his name rolled off you tongue like an exhausted exhale, it took more strength than he had to suppress the shiver it sent up his spine. He watched you wipe a stream of blood off your jaw, smearing down your neck. He wondered how many different ways he could get you to call out his name.

"I'm a bit banged up I think." You straighten up to be closer to level with him, he watches the sweat drip down your neck sliding past the chest plate of your armor. He feels the lust and want creeping up his spine like a pleasant chill. He takes a deep breath in through his nose, tried to pry his mind away from the thought of chasing that bead of sweat down your chest with his lips and tongue. It was most certainly futile.

"Is the heat getting to you?" You look sympathetic and thank the gods he can blame his behavior on something rational. A stronger man would turn away.

"I'm...afraid so." He nods, using the back of his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, "I can't imagine you're faring much better, under all that armor."

Getting closer to you had been his worst mistake yet, up close you were shining with sweat, your hair stuck to the skin at the sides of your face, your lips glistened from the water you'd been downing and the swipe of your tongue over them did nothing to help his cause. He wanted to devour you, to be devoured by you, to feel your swollen, glistening lips on every part of his body and to feel your heaving breath against his bare skin when you called out his name.

"No," You laugh a little, he watches your throat, he furrows his brows. "I'm cooking in here." You fan yourself for emphasis, even your knuckles were tinged and flushed from the heat. He wanted, terribly, to put your fingers in his mouth, then watch you slide them inside yourself.

"I have to," He looks around, anything else to do, a reason to flee, "go." He doesn't find one so he simply turns and leaves, and plays busy by packing up the supplies everyone was looting.

Worst of all he didn't even feel bad, no, he wanted, he yearned almost pathetically. He imagined you, a dear friend and confidant doing, and having done to you, such dirty, head spinning, mind-numbing things, and he couldn't even feel slightly guilty. No he just felt...lustful, it felt indulgent, sticky and sweet and satisfying. He supposed he couldn't hold it against himself, what was a man in sick, world ending lust to do?

If you thought his behavior or unceremonious exit odd, you said nothing. Though he's doing a terrible job at keeping his eyes off you. Presently his attention has been pulled by your thighs, uncovered above your armored boots and looking even more supple than usual, glistening from the heat. He would do anything, he would beg, cry, get on his knees. If that’s what it took, if you would let him even graze his lips against your inner thigh, he would do it.

Gods he’d be sure you never considered a different set of armor again… Looting those Githyanki was a brilliant idea even though it pissed Lae'zel off.

He drags his hand over his lips and chin, tries to tear his eyes away. To think of anything else, gods anything would be better than this.

"I don't think I can take anymore!" You're whining when you say it, it makes him want to jump you right there.

"Alright solider," Karlach chuckles, "why don't you start on back then? We can finish up here, right?" She looks to Lae'zel, then to Halsin.

"Chk," Lae'zel looks away from her and you, "you're endurance is laughable. We'll take care of this."

"I don't think we should travel alone." Halsin cuts in. To get you alone, that would be perfect. He was sure he could chip away at you then, gain back control. Or at the very least indulge himself.

"Alright." Karlach nods, "that's true, you can take back this part of the loot." She kicks at a few bags, "sound good?"

"Thank you!" You warble and grab the bags, splitting them between the pair of you. "I'll fill up on water too." You promise. "Let's go, Halsin."

He walks a few steps behind you, allowing all the lust in his chest to brew for a bit. He listens to your heaving breaths and sighs.

"I'm sorry, I'm terrible in the heat." You sigh, "I whine like a child."

"I don't mind." Halsin shakes his head, "whine all you like." You turn to laugh at him, but when you do you can see the unmistakable wanting etched into his features. Surely he wasn't attracted to you like this?

"Maybe I will then." You feel a pit in your stomach so you elect to ignore it.

"We might not last the walk home then." He warns you and realization shoots through you like a bolt of lightning.

"What, I'll annoy you to death?" You rub the nape of your neck willing the embarrassment away.

"Hardly." You can feel his eyes on you from behind, you feel like your being burned alive, thought it's not unpleasant by any means.

"Then what?" You reach for your water, something to do with your hands, a reason to close your eyes, it's empty. You curse yourself.

"I can barely hold back as it is." Halsin laughs, mostly at himself, "and you intend to torture me by gasping and whining the whole way to camp?"

It feels like being zapped with a cattle prod, a silly, and frankly insane jolt of pleasure shoots up your spine. You swallow, scrub your eyes, try everything to quell the mix of nervousness and arousal pooling in your lower stomach.

"Look." Halsin changes the subject, you feel a 2 ton weight lift off you. "Some shade, and water. You look like you could do with a moment of respite." You nod and follow him down to the narrow ravine, the shade of the tangled trees above does provide a wonderful cooling feeling. You decide to dip your feet in, it cools you almost instantly.

"I wouldn't torture you." You say it quietly, under your breath once you've settled for a rest.

"What?" He's standing a bit aways from you, leaning against a tree. He cranes closer to you.

"I wouldn't torture you, you know." You look down at your feet in the water. You hear him let out a quiet laugh.

"Really?" He's walking towards you, the nervousness begins to flutter again. "I didn't know that. Perhaps that changes things." You feel him standing much closer than before. For some reason you can tell he's urging you to stand and face him. So you do.

"And how would you intend to put me at ease?" He's standing much closer than you had anticipated, you're almost chest to chest.

"However you ask." You search his face, wondering if you'd misunderstood yet also sure you haven't.

"How generous." You watch his features crack into a grin before his speaks again, "are you sure?"

You don't know exactly what to say to that so you kiss him, he honest to gods groans into it, it feels good, powerful and it certainly does wonders for your ego. It feels like he barely wastes anytime, he's attacking your jaw and neck with hot, open-mouthed kisses trailing as far down as he can until he's stopped by the confines of your armor. He's making quick work of that problem though and as quickly as you noted him starting to remove it, your chest plate was clanking on the ground, a shining pile of metal.

You can tell he's thrilled to finally have hands on you, he's touching you everywhere, his hands dragging over the hem of your underwear, unabashedly exploring every inch of you, covered or not.

"This is a disaster," He's breathing, heavy into your neck when you find the wherewithal to start removing his armor.

"Why?" You allow him to walk you backwards, you feel your back hit a tree.

"I think I've gone mad, Silvanus guide me." He's gliding his lips up your throat, licking and nibbling on the skin desperately, you swear you can feel him rutting against you already, pulling your leg around him, anchoring you as close as he could.

"What do you mean?" When your card your hands through the back of his hair you feel his hips stutter into you. He groans, his hands fumble to remove the last bits of fabric separating your bodies.

"I've been thinking about you since I saw you this morning, wanting you, imagining having you. This was all I could think about, all day."

He’s taking in deep breaths of you when he asks, “why don’t you come to me? I feel the way you look at me. I know.” He’s managed his way out of his own armor and now with so little fabric separating you from him you’re sure he’s rutting against you, desperate like an animal, if you’d had any more of a hold on yourself you’re sure you could have gotten him to beg. You seemed to be the one who had what he wanted, in an ideal world you would be able to hold it over him, this is not an ideal world.

“I didn't think you felt that way, back then, at the party-” You’re breathless, his hands seem to know their way around flawlessly, he hooks one of your legs around his waist, giving himself more purchase to press the growing bulge in his underwear against you.

"You're too modest, look at yourself." He's kneeling, dragging his lips over your chest and stomach as he goes, then your thighs, "you'll be my undoing." He's breathing deeply, guiding your leg over his shoulder and smattering your inner thighs with kisses and bites that make you hold your breath in the most delightful way. When he finally puts his mouth on you your knees buckle, you swear you'd have fallen if he didn't hold you.

"I wanted you then," he assures you, "I want you now."

"Then why did you turn me away?" You barely find it in you to question him, you're arching your back trying desperately to get closer to him.

"Another time." You feel his hands slide up the small of your back, "I'm glad I have you now."

You twist a strand of his hair around your fingers, rolling your hips into his mouth. Yon feel his eyes looking up at you, at your lips and chest. The feeling of his tongue inside you makes you pull him impossibly closer by his hair, the noise he makes against your skin tells you he doesn't mind a guiding hand at all..

Once he's started you find him to be almost relentless, he gives you no respite. He keeps his mouth on you for as long as he can, and when he can't he's using his fingers. It doesn't taking long for your breath to start hitching in your throat, or for the way you buck your hips to become erratic and telling.

"Halsin! Halsin I-"

"I know." His fingers are inside you, curling at the knuckle, you can feel every move they make acutely, "that's good."

"I don't want to finish yet I want to finish with you-" You're gasping it out, trying to stave yourself off almost painfully.

"Oh.." He slows but doesn't stop, he holds you on the edge, "is one all I deserve from you? Is that all you'll give me?" You swear it's the exhaustion making your legs shake.

"No-" You shake your head, "no I can... more-" You cover your face, unsure of when your brain disconnected from your mouth. It doesn't take him long to finish you off, even as you try to hold yourself back.

"Just like that is perfect," You can barely hear him through the ringing in your ears, you feel his lips against your hip bones his fingers still inside you but slowing around your orgasm, "you're so beautiful, gods I love your smell."

"Oh fuck-" Your leg just can't hold your weight anymore. He catches you with a heavy hand on the back of your thigh that relights the fire in your stomach wonderfully.

"I'm right here." He's kissing around your stomach, "stay with me." The day's heat is still sweltering to you, you imagined you'd have been better off staying with Karlach if avoiding a work out was your goal.

When he finally pulls his fingers away you join him on the ground, he steadies you on your way down. Being at eye level is enough to drive Halsin near feral. You look at him with pupils blown out to almost totally eclipse your iris, you're sweaty, naked, breathless and looking right at him, your sweaty hair sticking to your temples and flushed cheeks. He kisses you earnestly, easily sliding his tongue past your lips and pulling you closer by the small of your back. Then stands and casts a gaze down onto you that sends an arrow through your heart and a jolt of something obscene between your legs. You feel his hand on your chin and you're bent at his will, you look up at him.

"I could devour you." All you can do is nod, and he grins at you, "should I? Is that what you want?"

"Yes." The syllable meets his ears a breathless moan, your hands are fumbling with the last of the fabric covering him, and the only thing on the planet separating the pair of you, "yes, please, Halsin-"

"I'd never make you beg." He drags the hair off your forehead, "don't worry, everything you want, you'll get it, in due time."

It sucks all the air from your stomach, he brushes the fingers of his other hand, still wet from you, against your lips. If it had been a wordless command to open your mouth to him, you obeyed. If it hadn't been you must have looked particularly desperate.

He makes a grateful noise as your lips close around his two fingers, "calm down." His thumb brushes over your chin, "I'll take my time, but I won't deny you." When he pulls his fingers away he turns his hand to hold your face, gently squeezing your warm cheeks under his pointer finger and thumb.

"Halsin-" You wonder how he'd managed to turn the tables on you so quickly.

"What do you want, my love?" There's a sort of lustful tenderness in his voice when he says it, it makes you preen up at him.

Wordlessly you take him into your mouth, and as if on instinct you feel him gather and twist your hair in his fist, the other hand bracing on the tree behind you. He keeps his eyes on you, letting out thankful groans every time you take him in.

"Touch yourself." You feel his free hand, the one not fisting your hair, come down to rest heavily on the back of your neck, squeezing the curve the connects your neck and shoulder. All you can do is yield to him, of course you bring a hand between your legs. He bucks into your lips every time you moan.

When you look up at him the hand in your hair turns from an almost possessive hold to a firm guiding hand. His groans get lower and rumble from his chest. He's practically growling out his praises, egging you on.

"Do you want me?" You hear his breath hitch, he catches a choked off sort of noise in his throat, "quickly."

You nod against the tight hold of his hand and he lets you go.

"Come here. Please," he's pulling you up to stand, "come here to me." He lifts you up with ease, wrapping your legs around his middle and easily sheathing himself inside you. You let out a long, keening moan at the sensation and tilt your head back,

He's there, taking up the space immediately, kissing and nipping the sweat-slick skin, one hand holding your back the other in an almost bruising grip on your thigh.

"I know," he mutters it into your skin, starting to roll his hips into you, "i know, I know." He sounds almost sympathetic for your plight, but not quite.

Your moans are breathless gasps, some of his name, and some pleading for nothing in particular. You hold one hand on the side of his neck, the other searches for purchase in his hair.

"That's it," He's breathless himself, you can feel him heaving against your collar, you can feel his broad chest expanding with heaving breaths against you, "that's it, hold onto me."

You roll your hips desperately against him and he rewards your effort with teeth and tongue against your neck, favoring the soft skin at the base of your throat.

"Halsin," You're sliding your hands desperately along his body, yearning to touch every and anywhere, "please, Halsin-"

"I know," his other hand comes down to grip your thigh, "I'll take care of you, I promise I will." He's nosing at the tender flesh of your throat, accosted by his teeth, "come closer to me, please, closer-" He's wrapping your legs tighter around his middle, "you're doing so well." He praises you endlessly, between kisses and low groans.

First he kneels, then he lays you on your back, you were already on the cusp of an orgasm, the way he pulls your legs apart just makes you topple over the edge. He talks you through it, happy to watch and even happier to feel it. You feel his hand on your face again,

"Don't turn from me, don't deny me the sight of you. Look at me." Of course you do, it's all you can do actually, that and practically cry at the orgasm ripping through you. You can tell he's cumming when he's let your face go, you feel it smatter your inner thigh.

"Gods, Halsin-" He's already lowering himself between your legs, gliding lips up your thighs.

"You're right." He pulls you by your waist, guides you up and then down again, onto your chest. You burn with embarrassment from the exposure, and the feeling of his fingers gliding over your dripping sex.

He's dipping a finger into you, then another, it sends you keening.

"I know, I know I'm not being very....forgiving with you. You have to understand." It's not a bruising pace, but your sensitivity makes it feel that way. "I've been denying myself far too long. But, tell me if you can't give anymore."

You shake your head, "I can." You aren't sure why you say so, exhaustion made your arms and legs shake from holding your own weight, your whole body was slick with sweat from the bruising heat of the sun, and the unforgiving touch of Halsin. You were equally parts melted into his palms from his touch and the scorching rays of the sun. You liked it though, you wanted it, and every time he pulled away you found you immediately missed the touch.

You feel the sweat dripping between your shoulder blades, sliding to the small of your back. You feel his lips and tongue against your skin, following the divot of your spine.

"Tell me if it's all too much." He murmurs it into the low of your back, then he' guiding himself inside you again. You fist the ground below you as he does, you can feel your arms shaking, you will yourself to stay upright.

"That's it my love," he mutters it, almost under his breath, "that's perfect, you take it so well. Just like that." He holds the bend of your hips and snaps you backwards into him. You feel your arm start to buckle with your weight. You feel his eyes travel down your back, you listen to him groan.

"The gods spared no expense with you," he's squeezing your hip, using his hold to guide the pace of your rocking against him.

"Halsin-" You're heaving, he can hear the hitching in your breath, he can tell he's worn you thin and it pleases him. You arms give out underneath you and you swear to every god you can think of that you hear him laugh at you.

"I'll help," He twists your hair in his hand again and uses it to pull you up, pulling with it a wrecked sounding moan that he feels immediately in his cock.

You're practically weeping from the exhaustion, between the heat and the orgasms you felt melted into the floor, yet you begged for him to continue.

"You have," his grip on your hair tightens, pulling you up a bit more, "such a beautiful back, I don't think I've seen it before now." He uses your hair to pull you to your knees, seated in his lap. His hand holds your head by your chin now, tilting you to expose your throat to him.

"You do so wonderfully like this." His voice makes the your skin below his lips tremble, "did the gods make you just for this? For me?"

"Yes-" He could get you agree to total world demise right now, he seems amused by your answer none the less.

"They have?" His free hand is gliding easily between your heaving chest and stomach, occasionally dipping between your legs, "I'll need to make use of you more often, then."

You turn into him when your orgasm begins to spill over, nosing at his cheek and taking a deep breath of his scent. You feel his lips on the soft flesh behind your ear.

When you both finish you practically crumple into him, an arm slung over his shoulder.

"Was that all too much?" You feel his hand smoothing your hair, a tender almost delicate touch.

"No," You wrap your other arm around him too, "no it wasn't." You feel his lips on your temple, then your cheek. You're taking in deep thankful breaths, leaning all your weight on him.

"You're alright." His other hand is rubbing between your shoulder blades, calming your heaving breaths, "you're alright my love."

You card your hands into his hair, taking a thankful breath of him, "let's stay here a bit."

"Of course." His hand is massaging the nape of your neck wonderfully, "whatever pleases you my heart. I'll help you clean up, when you're ready."

He can tell you're dozing off, he'll let you rest for a bit he decides, leaning against a tree trunk.

He pulls your legs over his lap, and curls you as close to him as he can get you, "you must need the rest."

#halsin x reader #bg3 x reader #halsin bg3 #halsin x tav

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cloudcountry · 10 months

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NRC'S PAINT CHIP PROJECT! — yellow finch

"playful and bright. spreading your wings to reach freedom."

“Make sure you hold on real tight, okay Prefect? I wouldn’t want ya falling off and banging your pretty little head.”

“Oh, be quiet.” you huff, wrapping your arms tightly around Ruggie’s waist, “I can handle a broom. I don’t need you babying me like this.”

“Are you sure?” he snickers, lifting a bit off the ground, “That big talk doesn’t suit a magicless student like you. I don’t know if you can handle something like this.”

You roll your eyes and jab him in the side. Ruggie yelps, shooting you an unamused glare. You stick your tongue out at him.

If he’s going to be a little shit, then so are you.

“You asked for it.” he sighs, ears flattening against his head, “Hold on tight.”

At least he starts slow, bobbing up and down like a buoy out at sea, swaying side to side like a branch on a windy day. There's a certain calm that comes with him controlling the broom, a calm you could almost mistake for consideration.

(Except Rugie doesn’t do any consideration, especially for free.)

Actually, now that you think about it, why didn’t he bring up pricing? You’d think he would have jumped on the opportunity-

A strong gust of wind smacks you out of your head, and you clutch his waist tighter in an effort to stay on the broom. Ruggie huffs and straightens out the broom’s course effortlessly, shooting you a look of soft concern.

“You doin’ alright back there?” he calls, a light shishishi whispered in the air like an afterthought.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” you grumble, annoyed at yourself for being rattled, “You alright with doing this for free?”

Ruggie goes quiet for a few beats before he laughs again, this time louder and freer.

“Aww, you wanna pay me back?” he teases, tilting the broom straight up and flying into the clouds, “We can talk about that next time.”

There’s not going to be a next time at this rate! Screams your mind, but Ruggie’s joyful laughter halts that worry…just for a little while.

#nrc's paint chip project <3 #auburn's fics <3 #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst x reader #disney twst x reader #disney twst #ruggie bucchi fluff #ruggie fluff #ruggie bucchi x reader #ruggie bucchi #ruggie x reader

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pseudowho · 7 months

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Nanami Kento, and the Curses of an Unusual Nature

In which Nanami Kento is employed to exorcise curses which are frankly demeaning, pretending to be household objects

WARNINGS: Foul language, British/Danish sense of humour

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Nanami Kento strode through the halls of Jujutsu High, pausing briefly, at intervals, to greet colleagues and students. Today was a good day, he noted; his new shoes weren't pinching, he hadn't seen Gojo once, and he'd woken up naturally, before his alarm.

He glanced at his wristwatch as he slowed before a closed door. 5 minutes early, he thought. Well-timed. Politely early. As he straightened his tie, and raised his fist to knock on the door, it flew inwards with a bang hard enough to rattle the walls.

"Godammit, Tako, I said gently! And let visitors knock first."

Principal Yaga stood behind his desk, preparing two cups for a cafetière already steaming with, what Nanami hoped, was bad coffee. Yaga only brought out the good coffee when he planned to charm someone into an unappealing task.

Nanami bowed, passed greetings, and leaned carefully behind Yaga's door to glance at Yaga's new assistant.

A small orange clockwork octopus, about the size of a football with vastly overlong mechanical tentacles, clacked anxiously at Nanami, glancing up at him and twisting two tentacles together.

"Another cursed doll, sir?"

Yaga sighed, throwing a stern look to Tako, who let out a shrill squeak and raised its tentacles to cover its golden eyes.

"I'm trying to create one with manners, Nanami. One with tact, some domesticity, and, dare I say it, a little self-control."

Nanami looked thoughtfully back to Tako, who was now gently closing the door, and patting the dent on the wall left by the doorknob. It skittered back to Nanami, gears winding, and, reaching up to take his hand in one of its tentacles, led Nanami to a plush armchair by the windows. Tako let go of Nanami, and patted the seat of the armchair, golden eyes glinting endearingly as it crooned.

Charmed, Nanami sat.

"Thank you, Tako-san. I think you're doing very well. I know students and teachers here who are less polite than you."

If mechanical cephalopods could blush, Tako would have. Instead, it raised two tentacles to hold the sides of its face, and scooted with a happy whirring under the opposite armchair, where Yaga sat as he offered Nanami a steaming cup of coffee.

Nanami took it gratefully, blowing away steam, and taking a sip. Ah, he mused, it's good coffee. He gazed momentarily out of the open screen doors, and felt the breeze carry his good morning away from him. Nanami allowed a taut silence to grow, feeling Yaga strain to find the words to begin.

"Curses have been evolving in some unusual ways lately, wouldn't you agree, Nanami-san?" Nanami nodded slowly and let out a hum of agreement, biting his lip as Tako plopped sugar lumps, one at a time (three, four, five...) into a distracted Yaga's coffee, which he'd rested onto his knee. Tickled, Nanami did not, of course, interrupt Yaga to tell him.

"There have been some curse-related incidents lately, Nanami-san, which are nothing short of...weird."

"Weird, how, sir?"

Yaga paused again, reaching for words. He lifted his coffee cup to his mouth, now a mountain of saturated sugar lumps. His jaw clenched, but he remained calm.

"One lump, Tako, not one bag." Tako raised the bag of sugar lumps to its eyes, sighing in dawning understanding. It took the cup from Yaga with a bow, and coiled away to rectify its mistake. Yaga gripped the arm of his chair, before slapping it briskly with an open hand.

"Godammit! You know I'm not good with words, Nanami, so I'll get straight to the point. We appear to be dealing with a spate of curses which appear to have evolved to look like common items. They're hiding in plain sight. The list of missing persons is growing, public awareness is increasing in an uncomfortable way, and we've had multiple sorcerers injured and flummoxed by them, to the point where we're not getting on top of it at all."

Nanami raised his eyebrows, and nudged his glasses back onto his nose.

"So you're saying this needs a Grade One sorcerer? They're powerful curses?"

Yaga tipped his open hand from side to side, "It's not that they're especially powerful," he elaborated, "they're just cunning. And strong sorcerers don't necessarily equate to smart sorcerers. As we don't really know the power of these curses, you were the first sorcerer to come to mind with the mental and physical abilities required to reliably destroy these bastards."

"I'm flattered, sir. What information do we have so far? We should start with the most dangerous, and go from there."

Yaga was already rifling through a narrow folder of papers, neatly typed.

"So there's certainly at least one hiding in a large shopping centre- perhaps you know it?" Yaga handed the paper to Nanami, who skimmed it cautiously. Ginza, he noted. Very upmarket. Where I bought my watch. Other details were scant, he assumed, because the two Grade Three sorcerers sent to resolve the situation appeared to have been missing for a week. Four other men were also mysteriously missing, reportedly during visits to clothing stores.

Nanami folded the paper and tucked it inside his suit jacket.

"Jujutsu sorcery is only marginally less ridiculous than being a salaryman. At least, it has been up until now. Am I going to regret accepting this assignment, sir?"

Yaga twiddled his fingers together delicately, declining to answer. Tako returned to Yaga and pushed a flowerpot, brimming with coffee, into his lap, confident that the sugar to coffee ratio had now been corrected. Nanami barely restrained himself from laughing out loud, and stood briskly to excuse himself before the urge overtook him.

Yaga patted a proud Tako on the head, exasperated.

"Who knows, Nanami-san? Maybe it will even be funny."

Nanami scoffed, and as he reached the door he heard Yaga call out for him.

"Oh and, Nanami-san? Please take Kugisaki Nobara-san with you. She knows the shopping centre well, and this could be a good teaching opportunity."

"Have I done something to upset you, sir?"

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"Nanami-san, if we're done quickly, do you think we could stay for some shopping? I love Ginza. I'm not rich enough for it, obviously, but a girl can dream."

Nanami shared a withering sideways glance with Ijichi at the driver's wheel. Streetlights flooded through the car's windows, casting shadows on Nanami's chiselled jaw.

"Do recall the shops will be closed. We certainly can't get away with a mission like this during the daytime, veil or no veil." He heard Nobara groan in the back seat.

Nanami took off his glasses, polishing them thoughtfully.

"I must also remind you of some ground rules for this task, Kugisaki-san." Nobara sat to attention, as Nanami continued, "My priority is to keep you safe. Eliminating the curse is secondary to me if you are placed in danger." Nobara opened her mouth to argue, but Nanami raised a hand and interrupted, "So if I tell you to get to safety, if I tell you to leave me and save yourself, I fully expect you will do as you're told. Do I make myself clear?"

Nobara pouted furiously, but acquiesced, and softened when in turn, Nanami thanked her, gently and sincerely. She recalled eating lunch under the dappled tree-shade with Yuuji and Megumi, as Yuuji waxed lyrically about how protective Nanami was, how kind, how eagerly he wished to shield the students from evil. Nobara wondered what had happened to Nanami to make him this way.

Nanami pondered the night-time Tokyo traffic, Haibara Yu ever on his mind. Ijichi pulled the car into a layby, putting his warning lights on. Briefly, he handed Nanami a master key for the shopping centre's shutters, wished Nanami and Nobara good luck, and waved them off as they stepped into the cool night air.

Nanami and Nobara let themselves into a fire exit of the Ginza shopping centre, Nanami holding the door for Nobara, as he watched Ijichi's veil drip a dome around them.

Mounting the stairs two at a time to catch up with Nobara, the sorcerers soon reached a vast, well-lit atrium, surrounded on all sides by high-end shops, advertising clothes, jewellery, and more. Nanami turned to Nobara, who gazed around the shopping centre with stars in her eyes.

"All we know so far, Kugisaki-san, is that six men are missing, two sorcerers amongst them. Does this tell you anything?" Nobara pondered.

"Well...it could be a coincidence that all the victims are men. Or maybe the curse is hiding somewhere largely men visit."

"Very good. I think we should start with suit shops and mens' apparel, perhaps. However, it's also reasonable to assume this curse can both disguise or diminish its cursed energy, and shapeshift. It is managing to hide in plain sight, after all."

Nobara stretched her arms in front of her, flexing her fingers. Walking over to a large display board, she spoke.

"So there are some men's bathrooms on this level, and two suit shops. Which one do you want?"

"While I don't normally encourage young women into men's bathrooms, I'm betting on the clothing stores as our most likely suspects. But, Kugisaki-san, the first hint of a curse, you call me, agreed?"

Nobara clasped a hand over her heart, "I promise, Nanami-san!" she proclaimed, but only because you're such a sweetheart.

Nanami watched her skip away, anxiety gnawing at his guts. Should I have let her go, Yu? he questioned internally, doubting himself as a mentor. He reached between his broad shoulders to unsheath his blade, and walked briskly until he reached the first suit shop. Using his master key to open the shutters, he began to sweep the shop, deep breaths broadening his senses and mind to cursed energy.

Nothing, he thought, nil. He doubted himself again, but glancing across the marbled hallways towards the second suit shop, he stopped. This suit shop is the better one, he considered, because all the arsehole finance guys go to that one. Because they're vain, self-impressed little boys who think a skinny, ill-fitting suit cuts an impressive figure.

Nanami unbuttoned his jacket, and paced confidently across the hallway, kneeling to unlock the shutters on the second shop. He was grimly satisfied as he felt a thrill of cursed energy through his belly.

New shoes squeaking, Nanami stepped slowly into the store. Low-lights glinted against polished mahogany surfaces, the clothing racks oozing money. Nanami's abdomen clenched and unclenched as he breathed deeply, seeking the source of the cursed energy. Whatever this thing is disguising itself as, it's doing a good job. Nanami pondered over a mirror, wondering if enough vanity and pride pouring into it would be enough to generate a curse. Alas, no.

Thoughtfully, Nanami leaned against a circular rotating rail, laden with shirts. Fingering one of the shirts while he stared around the shop, he had enough time only to consider the shirt to be a very poor material, before the arm of the shirt whipped outwards and coiled tightly around Nanami's arm and hand.

Quick as a flash, Nanami was yanked into the circular rail, which began to spin frantically, twisting him like a ragdoll. Nanami coated his body in cursed energy as he felt metal hangers rip and claw at him. Arms too constrained to swing his blade, Nanami kicked hard and expelled himself from the flurry of shirts. He hit the ground hard with a grunt and rolled, hair mussed and face covered in scratches.

The clothes rail shivered menacingly at Nanami, who lay on his back, gobsmacked and evaluating his life choices.

"What the fuck", he gasped. Standing up, he realised his jacket was missing, and his shirt torn open from hip to shoulder. The clothes rail let out a tinny little burp.

"You little bitch", growled Nanami, twizzling his blade in his hand. With his eyeline full of ratios, Nanami swung hard at the clothes rail, and absolute mania ensued.

Lights flickered and danced in the shop as shirts fired at speed in all directions. Mirrors shattered as clothes hangers hit them at high velocity, and Nanami slipped and slid on cheap polyester, spitting pocket squares from his mouth and pulling ties from his eyes, failing miserably to land a hit on the demonic carousel, spinning wildly in front of him.

Nanami was yanked in and out of the clothing rail, being spat out more undressed and dishevelled each time, cursing and spitting venom at the godforsaken curse. Lying on his back again, and realising one of his new shoes was now gone for good, Nanami stood up, now shirtless but oddly with his tie remaining.

Checking he still had both nipples, he ducked beneath the spinning rail and landed a resounding hit at its base. The curse shrieked and buckled, becoming animated, grotesquely leaning towards Nanami and circling an outstretched metallic pole around his ankle.

Raised aloft with a yell, Nanami hung upside down, and desperately undid his belt. Sliding free of his trousers, he landed like a cat, and swung downwards in a fully committed arc through the top of the rail, down to the floor. The curse let out a deafening screech and split like a banana, fleshy, gaping mouth exposed, hideous tongue reaching for Nanami's legs.

Nanami uttered a noise of total disgust, ripped off his remaining shoe, and tossed it into the curse's gaping maws. The curse choked, and Nanami took the chance to grab it by the tongue, swiftly slashing it off. The curse shrieked again. Nanami now soaked in thick, hot blood, he landed a final deathblow through its bloodied mouth. The curse roared at Nanami, flipping his tie upwards into his face.

Nanami stood, panting, as the curse feebly spat one last pocket square at him, which Nanami used to clean his face as the curse withered and died.

Nanami took a long breath in through his nose, and breathed out as he surveyed the broken, bloodied carnage of the shop around him.

"Yu, did you see that? I hate this stupid fucking job."

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"Eyes forward, young lady."

Nobara blushed deeply, eyes now wide and looking anywhere but at Nanami, who limped towards her, leaving bloody footprints across the marble floors. Clad in only his tie, glasses and underwear, drenched in blood and gripping his blade with a white-knuckled hand, he reached out an impatient hand for Nobara's phone. He spoke curtly to Ijichi, requesting immediate collection from the shopping centre.

Stood together in awkward silence, Nobara walked into the neighbouring suit shop, and wordlessly brought a black shirt to Nanami. He silently nodded, and began to button himself up.

"At least you kept your underwear, sir."

"Very bold of you to assume these are the same pair I walked in wearing, Kugisaki-san."

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EXTRA:

Megumi walked towards his dorm room, but despite his best efforts to ignore the sound of laughing, was drawn to the tone of absolute hilarity coming from Nobara's room at the end of the hall.

Knocking at her door, he heard various shushing noises and quiet footsteps approached the other side.

"Who is it?" came Nobara's voice.

"Only me," said Megumi, and the door instantly swung open, to reveal the whole of Jujutsu High's student population gathered around Nobara's laptop. Panda wiped tears from his eyes. Maki had popcorn. Nobara grinned wickedly at Megumi.

"Perfect timing. I managed to bully Ijichi into giving me the security footage from the shopping centre. You know, the mission I went on with Nanami? You've got to see this."

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Hopefully there are many more of these to come. Poor Kento, I love him so!

Also got some smut, angst and fluff planned in other stories.

If there are any other inanimate objects you want to see poor Kento fight, hit me up. I wonder what's next? 😈💀

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pretending-ican-write · 1 month

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Cowboy Up - Pt.3

Hope y'all enjoy! As always if there's anything wrong/inaccurate let me know. I'm currently looking through the show and picking out the scenes from each episode I want to put her into if anyone has any they'd like to see please let me know!

Pairing: Ryan (Yellowstone) x Dutton!reader

WC: 1894 (I wanted to split it but there was no good dividing point)

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A few months had passed and y/n had settled back into life on the ranch. She had become accustomed to the 4am alarm in the form of Rip banging on the trailer, dragging herself into the bunk house and Lloyd handing her coffee before heading out to start work before the sun had begun to touch the mountain peaks. Winter had arrived in Montana and the snow had descended from the mountains and into the valley. In between the mountains, the winter sun did little to keep the frost away from the frozen ground and the hands could see their breath as they sat on their horses in the corral.

It was another day of roping practice and it was getting competitive, as it always did. Y/n watched from her horse as a couple of hands took after the steer. When they caught it, there were jeers from the onlookers at how long it had taken them.

“You call that roping boys?” She shouted, “you’d think they’d have learnt after a few months how to get one.”

One glared at her, “you think you can do better? You’re a barrel racer woman not a fuckin’ roper.”

There was a low whistle from Lloyd, “boy you just made a big mistake.”

“Which reason is that I can’t rope? ‘Cuz I’m a barrel racer or because I’m a woman? Boy, I could rope circles around you with my eyes shut,” y/n responded.

He laughed, “I’d like to see you try.”

“Rip you want to help me prove this son of a bitch wrong?” She asked.

The foreman nodded, “boys you’re about to learn a true lesson in cowboying.”

They lined the horses up on either side of the chute, exchanging a look of determination. With a deep breath, she nodded at Jake to open it up. The gate flew open and the horses took off after the steer at speed. With the ease of someone who’d roped cattle for over a decade, Rip had the horns and pulled the steer left. Y/n swung the lasso over her head and threw it with careful timing to catch the back legs and bring the steer to an easy stop.

“You forget that I been dealing with cattle since I could sit on a horse,” she shouted back to them.

Lloyd chuckled, “she’s more cowboy than any of you motherfuckers could ever hope to be.”

The old hand looked at Ryan next to him whose eyes were trained on the young woman as she furled her rope up neatly and patted her horse’s neck. Lloyd observed the softness in his eyes and the way he subconsciously leaned forward in his saddle.

He leaned over towards Ryan, “you ought to be careful with how you watch her son.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Lloyd,” Ryan straightened himself up.

Lloyd shook his head, “I’ve seen that look in enough cowboy’s eyes to know that it ends in heartbreak.”

“Trying my fuckin’ best to keep it out of ‘em,” he answered.

He watched y/n lope her horse around the corral, “you know if you break her heart there’ll be a line to break your face and I’m sure as hell in it.”

“She doesn’t make it easy Lloyd that’s for damn sure,” Ryan muttered, “god damn charm without even trying.”

Lloyd nodded, “neither of you are fuckin’ subtle. Just don’t break her heart.”

Before he could respond, y/n brought her horse to a stop in front of them. Her smile was infectious and Ryan couldn’t help but smile back at her.

“Anytime one of you boys needs a little humbling with a rope you let me know,” Y/n declared, “I’ll take your money here or at the poker table anytime.”

Ryan whispered under his breath, “you are gonna be the fuckin’ end of me.”

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A few days later the hands were all gathered around the table with the bunk house heater on full blast. A cold snap had come into the valley and didn’t show any signs of leaving. The usual beer that came with the nightly game of cards had been exchanged for hot drinks and nobody had been brave enough to take their jackets off when they came inside.

An argument was just about to break out between the hands when the door to the bunkhouse swung open to reveal y/n, not that it was immediately obvious it was her underneath all the layers she was wearing. They stopped talking as the door swung shut behind her and watched as she deposited herself with all the clothes she was wearing right in front of the heater. That got them talking again.

“Woman that’s the only thing stopping this entire bunk from getting hypothermia,” Jake exclaimed.

She glared at him, “at least you got heat. Fuckin’ trailer’s battery packed in and there’s no damn heat in there. Colder than the artic.”

“Go back to the house where you belong then,” the new hand responded bitterly.

Y/n shook her head, “boy you’ve been here long enough to know those words shoulda never come out your mouth. Now move over so I can steal this week’s wages from you.”

“Okay but seriously why don’t you move back there where it’s warm?” Jake pressed.

She sighed, “I’ll go back there when he takes back what he did to Kaye. And he can’t ever take that back.”

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Later, after taking money from the hands that they didn’t have to give, y/n replaced all the layers she’d shed in the warmth of the bunkhouse and retreated to the cold of her trailer. Ryan had watched with concern as she stepped out into the freezing night but kept his thoughts to himself when he saw the look that Lloyd was giving him. He resigned himself to finishing their game of cards before turning in for the night, aware of the time he needed to be up in the morning. As the bunkhouse fell asleep, Ryan listened to the wind rattling over the roof unsettled by the thought of y/n in the trailer with no heat.

After a couple of hours of tossing restlessly in his bunk, Ryan relented to his concern and got up. Quietly, he put his coat and hat on before leaving the bunk house. His breath was visible in the cold air and he pulled his coat tighter around him against the chill of the wind. A light still on in the barn caught his attention and he went to investigate why it was still on in the middle of the night.

In the barn, nearly all the horses were asleep and safely tucked away from the cold outside. As he headed down the aisle, Ryan looked into the stalls to check on the horses and stopped halfway down where the light was still on. The spotted horse looked up from his hay briefly when Ryan stopped before looking to the back of the stall, as if indicating the cowboy what was there. At the back, partially obscured, was a barely distinguishable figure beneath a pile of blankets he recognised from before.

“Fuck you doing out here?” He asked, surprised to see her there.

Y/n opened her eyes to look at him, “could ask you the same thing, cowboy.”

“Jake snores too much,” he claimed.

She snorted, “you managed just fine for years. Somehow I don’t think that’s it.”

Ryan looked at her through the bars of the stall door as she raised her eyebrows at him expectantly. He sighed at the look on her face and the collection of blankets she was in.

“Was worried about you in the cold,” he relented.

Y/n smiled at him, “Comanche is doing a good job of keeping me warm aren’t you boy.”

“And that’s why I can see you shivering under all those layers from here,” Ryan pointed out.

She rolled her eyes, “honestly I’m fine Ry. Go get some sleep.”

“God you’re killing me here,” he muttered under his breath, “you’re gonna catch your death out here y/n.”

“Honeslty stop worrying about me,” she sighed, “I’m a big girl I can look after myself.”

Ryan opened the stall door and looked at her, “we can stand here and debate that while you continue to get hypothermia or we can skip that and you can come sleep in the bunkhouse.”

“Is there a way this conversation ends with me winning?” Y/n questioned from her place on the floor.

He shook his head, “if you want to be one explaining to Rip, Lloyd, Lee and your father why you didn’t take the opportunity to sleep in a warm bunk house and instead froze out here and therefore need to be taken to hospital for frostbite, be my guest sweetheart.”

“Sweetheart, huh?” She smirked at him.

Ryan rolled his eyes, “of that whole thing that’s what you took away, y/n? Get your ass out of that stall.”

“It’s almost tempting to keep this going to see how you’ll react but I am starting to lose feeling in my toes,” she relented, “but you’re gonna have to pull me off the floor.”

He chuckled but stepped into the stall nonetheless. Y/n held her hand out to him expectantly and he took it, effortlessly pulling her from the floor into him They stood there for a moment, chests pressed against each other and his hand still in her cold one. Even with the numerous blankets around her shoulders, Ryan could still see her shivering. Y/n could feel the warmth from his hand spreading up her arm and gasped at the feeling of it. She didn’t dare break his gaze, staring deep into his blue eyes.

Comanche snorted, dragging them out of their bubble and back to the reality that was the cold Montana night. Ryan dropped her hand and wordlessly exited the stall. Y/n stood there, blinking dumbly before she collected her thoughts and followed him out of the barn.

“And just where exactly in the bunk house are you expecting me to sleep?” She asked as they stood outside the door.

He smiled at her, “honestly for someone so smart you are being incredibly thick right now. Take my bunk and I’ll sleep on the couch.”

She followed him into the dark bunk house and allowed herself to be guided towards his bunk by a hand on her back. Ryan watched as she shed the many blankets from around her and slid into the warmth of his bed. Y/n gestured for him to take her blankets to the couch and he winked at her.

She allowed her eyes to follow his figure through the dark to the couch and watched as he took his boots off, placing his hat on top of them. Once she was satisfied that he was settled, Y/n turned over to stare at the wall. The smell of Ryan encompassed her from all sides and she couldn’t help the way every muscle in her body relaxed when she inhaled. With warmth finally filling her bones, she allowed sleep to overcome her.

#ryan yellowstone #ryan yellowstone x reader #yellowstone imagine #yellowstone tv #yellowstone #ian bohen #dutton!reader #dutton ranch

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dracowars · 1 year

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Hello fellow hufflepuff! I absolutely adore your writing and wanted to share that you are so incredibly talented and I would be honored if you would read/write this request! So I was thinking about an angst fic with Draco where he is hit with the imperious curse and forced to harm the reader and after he is snapped out of it he feels a lot of regret and guilt but the reader is quick to forgive him and is understanding that he was not in control and it has a supper fluffy ending??

Thank you so much for taking the time to read this request! I apologize if I made any mistakes or did this incorrectly, as this is my first time making a request on this app haha but thank you again for sharing your creativity and kindness :)

Hope you have a wonderful rest of your day!

i need you | draco malfoy

pairing: draco x reader

word count: 1,3k

summary: where draco is imperiused and hurts y/n

a/n: thank you so much for your nice words, it made me smile!! hopefully you will enjoy what i came up with, thank you for requesting <3

warnings: angst, violence, torture, use of unforgivable curse(s)

universe: harry potter

“Y/N, run!”, Draco yells at you as he halts while you keep running for a few more meters, away from your pursuers, before you have actually processed his words in your mind. “Go on, I will stop them!”

His words are cut off by a loud bang as pieces break out of the stone wall next to you and fall to the ground closely behind you, shattering into smaller pieces. The ground beneath your feet vibrates so violently that it almost knocks you to the ground as well., but you are able to steady yourself in the last second. Pure chaos is everywhere around you, screams ring out to your left and right and Hogwarts is on fire. A terrible war is waging around you, and you find yourself right in the middle of it.

“I’m not going without you, Draco!”, you yell back at him, out of breath so that every breath hitting your lungs painfully hurts. It was your task to complete together, and you definitely won’t do it without him and leave him behind, even if he is trying to play the hero right now.

Hastily, Draco looks around to all his sides, your pursuers nowhere to be seen, before he quickly comes rushing towards you, gripping your hands in his own tightly, your wands crossing between them. Draco has never looked at you the way he is looking at you right now and deep inside of you, it scares you.

“Listen to me, darling. You have to go on without me so I can stop them, okay?”, he softly talks to you, trying to encourage you, and looks deeply into your glistening eyes, shutting down the world around you. For a moment, there is only the two of you. “You are the only one who knows where the horcrux is. Please, Y/N. You have to let me do this.”

While saying this, his hands apply gentle pressure to yours again, his way to show you that it is fine to go on alone, and to hopefully save the fate of all of you. Just as you part your lips to reluctantly agree to his words, Draco lets out a cry of pain and stumbles a step forward, so close you can feel his breath and you have to support him to stand upright, the impact that hit his body too strong.

He was shot in the back, from behind.

From none other than, as you realize once you hear a horrible laugh shortly afterwards, his former best friend.

Gregory Goyle stands not far from you, his wand still pointed directly at the two of you, a creepy glint in his eyes as he takes a few slow and menacing steps towards you. A smile pulls at the corners of his mouth as he notices the panic rising inside of you as you realize that Draco hasn’t moved a single bit.

“What have you done?!”, you scream at him angrily, still holding Draco up as best you can, but Goyle doesn’t even have to answer you as he raises his wand and Draco follows suit. Draco, now with a blank expression on his face, straightens to his full height in front of you, causing you to take a step back, startled.

“A house elf tweeted me that you are the only person who knows where one of the last horcruxes is hidden, Y/N”, Goyle grins victoriously as Draco now points his own wand at you as well. Agitated and straight up terrified, you keep glancing back and forth between him and Goyle, feeling like you are trapped with no way out. It is only when Goyle magically commands Draco to attack you that you realize what spell he must have cast upon him.

Draco is completely under his control with the Imperius Curse, one of the three unforgivable curses, and Goyle can now do everything with him as he pleases. This includes attacking you with a variety of attacks in hopes of injuring you, hurting you. Or to at least drive you to the point of utter desperation that you have to tell him where to find Ravenclaw’s diadem.

“Draco! It’s me, Y/N!”, you somehow try to get through to him as you dodge another of his attacks that is missing you by only an inch. However, he shows no reaction to your words at all. He turned into an empty shell without a soul.

“You have to fight against it, do you hear me?!”, you desperately yell and now attack him yourself for the first time, which you tried to avoid as best you can until now because you just don’t want to hurt him under any circumstances. Your Draco is still in there somewhere, you know it. He just has to fight his way back to the surface and take full control again. How he does this, however, is a different question. A question you have pondered for too long, and that is why it is your own fault when you are suddenly hit with another of the unforgivable curses. You feel that you still have full control over your body, but it is now being tortured to the worst degree. Intense, unbearable physical pain descends on you, completely overtaking your mind and senses.

“Where is the horcrux?” Goyle asks you, kneeling next to you since you fell to the ground due to the loss of control, Draco closely standing behind him, still casting the curse on you with his wand. “Tell me and I will put an end to your suffering.”

If you didn’t have to endure such pain, you would have spit in his face at that very moment. Or expressed your resentment towards him in any other possible way. And even though he has the power in his hands to literally kill you right here and now – after all, he hasn’t used the third unforgivable curse yet – you look over at Draco and try your luck one last time.

“Draco, I beg you. Snap out of it”, you sob, unable to hold back your tears, the pain too much for your body to handle. “I need your help. I need you!”

What you didn’t expect, however, is that Goyle flies against the next wall in a high arc and the pain stops at the exact same moment. Trembling, you try to support yourself from the ground and suddenly, you are embraced by warm arms that are trying to help you stand up but failing.

“I-I’m so sorry, Y/N. I didn’t- I couldn’t-”, Draco starts stuttering, but stops himself because he can’t even find the right words to describe what he just did to you, a tear running down his cheek as he takes a look at you. His torso is bent over yours in an attempt to pick you up, but neither of you have the strength to actually get up from the ground. Tenderly, you put your shaky hand on the back of his head and gently run it through his soft hair, closing your eyes at the feeling of warmth that emanates from him. Draco, welcoming that warmth as well, almost falls apart under your loving touch, too scarred by what he has done.

“It is not your fault, love”, you whisper to him, pulling him closer into what is now a real hug, as if your life would depend on it. “None of this is your fault. You are innocent, okay? Nobody can harm you anymore now. I’m here, Draco. I’m fine, I’m here.”

Your words of affirmation seem to get through to him, his sobs against your throat slowing down, but you can tell from the way his body moves that he is still incredibly scared. Unbelievable fear that he could do it again, that he could hurt you again, against his will, runs through his veins and turns him into a trembling mess.

“I won’t let them do that to you again, my love. Do you hear me?”, you continue talking to him under your breath, planting a kiss on his cheek before you run your hand down his back soothingly. “It’s alright. I’m fine. We are fine.”

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boredzillenial · 6 months

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Day 21: of @flightlessangelwings fawktober!

The women are taking over the club, and Blue is all yours…

Themes: f!reader, Hate sex, mild violence (slapping, choking, pinning each other down, threats), pinv, creampie

A.N: As soon as I saw the prompt for this day I knew it would be Blue 😈 I did indulge with pullin a couple quotes from the movie - I just had to…

Tonight’s plans ran smoother than you could’ve imagined. The clients were gone, there were enough bouncers siding with the ladies for one reason or another, and you had managed to lock Blue in his office while the coop unfolded.

“This isn’t funny!” His incessant banging grated against your triumphant mood. “Whoever did this is gonna pay I’m warning you!”

The other ladies looked around nervously, their gazes eventually settling on you. You had become the organizer of this night and while they had shown great bravery already the scars Blue had left were more than skin deep. Looking over the group you gave a nod and a wicked grin “I’ve got him, gents just make sure he doesn’t leave that office when we open the door alright?” A couple of the large guards nodded and moved to stand behind you.

You took a deep breath to steel your nerves before unlocking and opening the door. Blue’s fury dampened at the sight of the two huge guards flanking you. “A word?” You say calmly and motioned to the office behind him. He straightened his tie with a huff and stepped aside. “Gentlemen, I’ll call for you if I need you. And remember, he doesn’t leave unless I say so.” The guards nod again and shut the door behind you.

“You think you really got me huh?” His voice dark and low as he paced back to his desk to the rather large glass of wine he’d been neglecting while banging for his freedom. He drank deep and nearly snarled at you with his next words, “So what now? You bitches really think you can take this place over?”

“Oh Blue” you tut while sauntering toward him “we already have.” A smile spread across your face as you slouched in his office chair. Well, your chair now…

He takes another deep drink, emptying his glass and leans in mere inches from you. “And you locked yourself in my office with no protection.” His head tilted as his anger seethed “Your first mistake.”

Holding his gaze you slowly stand, eye to eye and toe to toe. His anger roiled just below the surface at your boldness, and you reveled in it. “No Blue, your first mistake is threatening the new Lady of the House.” You place a hand on his shoulder and draw lazy lines through the rumpled fabric. “Well, maybe it’s actually this atrocious suit-“

Your insult cut short with his hand around your throat and slammed you down onto the desk. Your back hit the wood with a thud and your legs went wide as he slotted himself between them and stood over you “You think your cute huh?”

The office door burst open, your guards aiming their pistols at Blue. He jumped, snapped out of the spell his anger held him under and released his grip.

“Gentlemen, I’m fine.” You soothe as you sit up on an elbow and turn to them. “This is a hard adjustment for our friend here, he’s just processing. May we have the room?” The guards weary gazes flickered between the two of you. “I’ve got everything under control.” You reassure and wave them out with a flick of your wrist. They hesitate but do as their mistress asks and shut the door behind them. A wide grin spreads across your face as your gaze locks with Blue’s.

“You…. You dismissed them?” His confused tone and expression pulled a chuckle from your throat.

“Oh Blue, you’ve got no idea how much I’m protecting you do you?” You purr as you sit up slowly, pressing your thighs tight against his legs and your lips ghosting over his. “Those women out there want your head on a stick…” you touch the tip of his nose with yours “but I don’t like things to go to waste.”

“What are you playing at-“ he went to back away but your legs locked around his waist and pull him flush against you.

“You need to listen carefully Blue.” Your singsong tone edged with danger as you caressed his jaw. “Things have changed honey.” Deft fingers tightened on his jaw “The show might’ve been yours, but the girls and you, are mine.”

Fire danced behind his eyes as you threw words he’d often used against you and the other girls back at him. “You’d keep me around for what?”

“Why, you’re my toy honey…” your hand dropped slowly from his jaw, tracing lines down his jacket and rested across his stiffened length. “Well, this is anyway.”

He leaned forward, snatched your bottom lip between his teeth and bit just hard enough to draw blood. You gasped for a moment at the pain but threw your other hand around the back of his neck to keep him there. “You think that’s a smart idea?”

You hand around his cock works slowly over his belt and down his zipper to free him. “Probably not,“ He pulses in your hand as you pull your soaked panties aside and press the fat tip to your entrance. “But why throw away such a good fucktoy huh?” Your legs clenched around him pushing him to the hilt into your slick core.

His groan sounded almost pained as he pressed his forehead against yours “Always so fucking tight.” He murmured. You smirked despite your own uneven breathes and clenched down around the stretch eliciting a moan from both of you. His lips upturned in a snarl as he slapped you and gripped your throat. “You fucking -“

“Careful-“ you rest your hand over his. “You serve at my pleasure now…”

“Don’t worry I know exactly how you like it.” His hand remained around your throat as he pushed you flush against the desk and slammed into your heat. “Rough.” His grip tightened as the other found your clit and swirled around it at a frantic pace.

Your cries were muffled in your throat as you arched off the desk. Your orgasm matched the savagery of his pace as the edges of your vision darkened. A soft tap on his wrist and he slowed his tempo as he looked down at you with a smirk. He released your throat and leaned to nip at your shoulder, “Coming already?” He teased.

“You better hope so.” You grab his tie and pull him up till his lips met yours. The kiss was consuming, bruising as you pushed against him to sit up. “Get in the chair.” Your shove landed him back into the plush chair behind him.

He landed with a thud and a smirk that you were determined to wipe off his face. His girth stood glistening with your juices as he adjusted, and fucking waggled it at you. “Come on doll, it’s right here.”

“Blue…” your tone darkened as you straddled and sank onto him. You sighed at the stretch of him sinking into your channel again and whispered “You shake that at me again and I’ll let them cut it off.”

He smirked, grabbed your hips and bucked up hitting that delicious spot deep in your core. “You’d never.” His hips snapped at a punishing pace as you leaned your head back enjoying yourself. The sight of you bouncing over his cock almost had him coming.

Your head reeled from the pleasure and when you looked down anger roiled with that pleasure in your belly at the condescending smirk of his lips. You slapped him sharply and this time it was your hand around his throat while he fucked into you.

Another snarl replaced his grin as he pounded faster. “That’s, right,” you huff as he punches the air out of your lungs with his fervor. “Good, toy ah!”

His thumb found your clit again. You tightened your grip, his face blushed red from effort and loss of oxygen. All at once your orgasm ripped through your body sending you collapsing into him. His breathy laugh shifted to a wrecked groan as his own release filled your fluttering heat.

Exhausted and sweaty you pulled away, sitting upright and keeping him planted inside your cunt. You reached out and gripped his jaw almost painfully “You’re mine, and if you need a stronger reminder of that you let me know. Okay?”

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strwberri-milk · 2 years

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Academic Misconduct

AO3 || Professor!Au || Lucifer x AFAB!Reader || Smut || 3,059 words || MDNI ||

Sometimes, Lucifer's human world outfit makes you think of a professor that needs to bang you over his desk. Just sayin'.

additional tags: desk sex, fingering, vaginal penetration, orgasm denial, kitten as a pet name

You sigh, standing outside the office of your professor. He decided that it was imperative you hand in your assignment within the next day but none of the words on the paper made sense to you. He wasn’t exactly the kindest man either, named after a creature who defied God and acting just as stuck up as one. Still, you had to agree with everybody else. Despite how much of an asshole he was he was an extremely attractive man, fitting all the criteria of tall, dark, and handsome.

Getting an appointment with him was incredibly challenging. Lots of other students booked his office hours days in advance as they tried to seduce him and fail miserably. It was easy to see which students were coming from a failed proposition, hiding in the back of the lecture hall and being picked on even more incessantly by him.

You knock on the door and wait for him to let you into the office, straightening your clothes out to make sure that not a single hair was out of place. He had a very strict dress code for his office hours for some reason. Students were expected to dress at the very least business casual for him to entertain your reasoning for visiting him. To avoid being told off and ignored by him you decided to wear a blouse and skirt. A little too overdressed for a regular day of class but anything to get a better grade right?

The door clicks open as a woman about your age storms out, your professor sitting at his desk incredibly nonchalantly. You make eye contact and he smiles professionally at you.

“You can come in now. Ignore her,” he says, gesturing for you to walk in.

You walk in, closing the door behind you and taking a seat across from him. He eyes the papers you begin to put on his desk, picking up one of the sheets that had the most amount of angry question marks on them.

“Are you not understanding the material?” he asks, not letting you speak first. His dark eyes look at you and you feel yourself whither a little under his intense gaze.

“Yes. I’m just having trouble understanding this theory and its application. I understood it well enough on the practice questions but when I started getting to the hard ones I couldn’t do them.”

He looks over your work, comparing all of the papers to each other.

“Dr.-” you start, trying to preserve some sort of dignity and explain your stupid mistakes when he puts his hand up.

“Just call me Lucifer. I see your issue.” He gets up and circles around you.

“You’re lacking one of the fundamental principles of the theory. Did you forget it?” His voice is low in your ear as he leans against your body, much too close for a regular student/professor consultation.

“I don’t see what you’re talking about.” You try to focus on the paper in front of you but fail miserably.

Unfortunately, you happened to be one of the many people with your eyes on the prof, thoughts going to less than decent places when you’d watch him stretch. Even underneath the thick fabric of his turtlenecks, you could sometimes see the flex of his muscles or a scandalous peek of his stomach when he moved a little too much. Having him be so close to you was driving you mad and you could barely focus.

“You’re so red,” he says suddenly, shocking you. His hand cups your chin, tilting your gaze to meet him.

“Sorry, it’s just really warm in here,” you try to say, pulling at the collar of your shirt. “This blouse doesn’t help much.”

He nods, pulling his sweater out of his slacks and giving you a rare glimpse of his skin as he adjusts.

“My office is quite warm. I’ve been trying to tell the custodians about it but they haven’t gotten around to fixing it.” He disappears from your view and you’re tempted to turn around but don’t. The sound of the door’s lock clicking makes you jump.

“We won’t have class for a while and I have no other appointments after you. Is your schedule clear? We’ll make sure you understand everything by the time you leave my office.”

“Yes but-”

“Good. Now, we have to start from the beginning.”

You prepare yourself for a long lecture, glad that at least you’d have a pretty face to look at before he pulls off his turtleneck, smirking at you staring at his shirtless body.

“Is there an issue?” he asks, going to put on a button-down. “You are aware it’s too warm here.”

“Is this even allowed?” you ask, eyeing the professor.

“Maybe not, but I have tenure. I’m protected as far as I know.” You blink at him.

“How old are you to have tenure?” He ignores your question, loosely buttoning his shirt and rolling up the sleeves to his forearms. His glasses sit on the desk and you wonder if they’re even real.

Finally, he starts the actual lecture part and you roll your eyes. A loud smack on the table startles you as he glares you down.

“Are you disrespecting me?” he asks, narrowing his eyes.

“I don’t have to spend all my time here making sure you understand what we’ve covered in class. If you were paying attention we wouldn’t have to be doing this would we?”

“I just had one question Dr.-”

“Lucifer.”

“I just needed clarification here and I can leave and you can spend the rest of your time doing something else.” He crosses his arms, staring at you.

“You know I can see the way you stare at me in class,” he says, sharply changing the subject matter.

“What - huh?”

“You’re just as obvious as the other students if not, more.” Your face flushes as you realise what he’s alluding to. He knows you have a crush on him, just like everyone else.

“Am I in trouble?” you ask, voice feeling a little small. You look up to him, not expecting to meet the smirk on his face.

“I’m willing to indulge you in your fantasies.”

Your mouth opens as you stare at the man in shock. His confident look as his hands go to undo his belt makes you realise he’s serious, covering your eyes when you hear the leather slide out of the belt loops.

“Lucifer?” you say in shock, finally using his name. “What are you trying to do?”

“Is it not clear?” he asks, pulling you out of your chair and down on his lap in his chair. “I’m propositioning you.”

“Are you gonna give me an A for the class then if I fuck you?” You’re oddly okay with this progression of events, the exposed skin under his collar teasing you.

“I didn’t think of this as some sort of transaction - I just saw that you looked interested and I feel interested in you as well.” His fingers toy with the hem of your skirt as his words sink in, making your eyes widen.

“You’re interested in me?! You aren’t married?” He laughs a little at the incredulous tone in your voice.

“No, I’m not.” He runs a hand up your thighs, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

“You haven’t said no yet,” he mutters into your ear.

“Because I don’t want to…?” you try tentatively, rewarded with a light nip at your neck.

“So you’re fine with me bending you over my desk and fucking you?” he says, all sorts of subtlety thrown out the window. You feel yourself getting excited at his words, gasping a little.

He begins to play with you, slipping a hand under your skirt and stroking lightly at your slit. His lips begin to kiss and suck light marks into your skin, the other hand going under your shirt to toy lightly with your nipples.

“You’re awfully obedient,” he teases, pushing you back slightly to look at him.

“I’ve got a pretty man underneath me - why wouldn’t I be?” You cover your mouth, not exactly expecting such candour to leave your lips. He laughs instead, pulling you down to him and brushing your hair out of your face.

“I’m grateful for your honesty and if that’s the case they why don’t we work to remove this?” He thumbs at the edge of your blouse, looking at you expectantly.

Quickly, you go to remove your shirt, wanting to please the man sitting in between your thighs. He watches you eagerly as your shirt comes off your body, revealing your bar clad chest to him. His hand continues to work on your slit, thumb now beginning to rub lightly at your clit. The gasp that leaves your mouth makes him smirk, going to your collar to suck a light mark into your skin.

“Do you want me to touch you?” he asks, voice low in your ear. You nod hesitantly, unsure if what was currently happening to you was indeed happening.

With your consent he moves your underwear aside, fingers gently circling your clit with the wetness from your opening. Your arms tighten around him, holding on as he starts to pleasure you, teeth going to pull the strap of your bra down.

“Lucifer,” you pant, feeling very embarrassed but also very turned on by this situation.

“What is it darling?” he asks sweetly, making your heart skip a beat.

“Why are you doing this?” You can’t deny it feels great but you can’t help but think you’re just some weird stress relief for him.

“I’ve been keeping an eye on you myself,” he starts. “I’ve been wanting to get to know you better once I realised you were just like the others. Desperate for my attention aren’t you?”

You nod as you feel his fingers enter you, breath hitching as he begins to finger you slowly. Without warning, he decides to add a second one in when you feel ready for him, making you arch into him. The warmth of his body under his shirt makes this more real to you. He’s actually here, and he decided that you were going to be the one he chose to finger blast in his office.

Your hips begin to buck against his hold, fingers and thumb working a little faster against you. He tilts your head down, kissing you gently. He’s a good kisser and you’re thankful for that - it helps distract you slightly from the burning of your thighs as he makes you straddle him. Any sort of relaxing your muscles makes you fuck yourself on his fingers and you don’t want to come off as too needy.

He moves his hand faster, breath warm against your chest as he works you to completion. The sounds coming from your pussy become louder as you start to near your orgasm, pants and whines of his name filling the space between you two.

“Fuck - Lucifer I’m gonna-”

His fingers leave your body, resting against your thigh as he watches you come down from your almost high. You glare at him, annoyed and unsure how to take that, body still so close to orgasm.

“I- What was that for?”

He doesn’t say anything, simply readjusting you. You feel him put you back on the ground, hand sliding up to fist at your hair and push you down against his conveniently cleaned desk. The cold wood against your heated chest sends a shock through your system. His shoes tap yours and he prompts you to spread your legs further. You follow his instruction, air hitting your core as he pulls down your underwear.

“I want you to cum on my cock,” he says lowly into your ear. The rustling of fabric behind you signals that he’s removing his pants and you hear him hiss lowly, presumably thanks to him freeing his cock.

“You can take me, can’t you?” he asks, not giving you a chance to respond as you feel him wet himself with your slick, hips slowly sliding his cock against you.

A moan leaves your lips when he angles against you, tapping his hand against your clit. A hand goes to your hip and he holds you steady as you feel him enter you. He moves slowly, each tantalising inch of him beginning to feel like too much as you let the desk take all of your weight. He doesn’t stop, not until his hips are pressed up against yours. The hand in your hair joins his other hand at your hip and he starts to kiss your back.

“Fuck - you’re so big,” you moan.

It hurts a little to have him inside of you which makes you thankful for him not thrusting into you immediately. Your words seem to have an effect on him, his cock throbbing as he revels in the warmth of your body. If you weren’t so close to cumming before this would have been a lot harder for you to take. You can hear him cooing something to you but the feeling of him inside you begins to make you wetter as you fully adjust, hips moving slowly over him.

“Are you ready kitten?” he asks, moving slowly against you.

“Please…”

You gasp as he starts to thrust into you, hands gripping tightly onto your hips as he fucks into you. His hips begin to pick up speed as your moaning becomes louder and your pussy makes lewder noises. You can feel yourself dripping all over him as his thrusts pick up in both speed and intensity. He leans down against you, the weight of his body against yours making you clench around him. Nothing betrays his calm exterior other than he controlled breathing in your ear, tickling your skin.

“You feel so good around me,” he drawls. “So good for me.”

He brings your body up from the desk, the height difference making you stand on the tips of your toes to accommodate. With strength you didn’t know he had, he hooks his hands under your thighs, picking you up and fucking you harder. He thrusts into you and drops you slightly, using gravity to his advantage to quickly ruin you against him. His cock starts to hit you deeper, choked gasps dancing in the air every time you drop on him.

“Put your feet on the desk for me won’t you?” he asks sweetly, nuzzling his face into your hair.

You nod mutely, bracing your weight on the desk. His arms relax slightly as you lean against his chest. One of his hands is now freed, going down to roughly circle your clit which makes you clamp down around him involuntarily, drawing a moan from the both of you. You attempt to close your legs, wanting to try and escape all the stimulation he’s giving you but he refuses, the hand going up to separate your knees.

“You’re going to keep your legs spread for me, and for anybody who happens to walk in here, understood?” You can call his bluff immediately, knowing that he locked the door and it was still way too early for custodians to be cleaning offices but the fake thrill of being caught makes you more turned on, nodding at his demand.

The slapping of your bodies together paired with the wet noises from you get louder as you feel him thrusting harder into you, trying to turn into him to muffle your moans. He only laughs, hand playing rougher with your clit. Your eyes go down to watch him fuck you, gasping at the sight of his cock stretching you out.

“You’re so obedient, maybe we should do this more huh?” he coos, thrusting faster into your impossibly tight pussy. You nod mutely, feeling yourself near your peak.

“I’m - I’m gonna cum-” you mewl pathetically and the back of your mind worries that he won’t let you cum again.

Thankfully, it seems to be unfounded as he works harder to bring you to your orgasm, hand pinching and rolling your sensitive bud with more intensity and hips drawing harsher against you.

“Cum for me - I want to feel it,” he growls, dangerously close to his peak as well.

His words make you clench around him, cumming hard. A moan sounds in your ear as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm. Your body begins to cry out as you’re overstimulated, nonsensical babbles leaving your lips as he roughly positions you back against his desk. The snap of his hips against yours shakes the wood and you suddenly realise that if someone were to press their ear up the door for whatever reason it’d become incredibly obvious what you’re doing.

“I’m gonna fill you up,” he snarls, hips losing their rhythm as his body jerks against yours. You feel a second orgasm approaching, whining his name as he keeps playing with your clit, already recognising the signs of your body’s release.

“Cum,” he demands, forcing himself to move against your pulsing core to push you over the edge for the last time.

You moan his name into the desk, hand unfortunately crinkling up some paper he couldn’t care less about as he empties into you with a low groan. The way your pussy clenches over him makes him shudder in overstimulation but he doesn’t want to pull out yet, hips moving slowly to savour the way you feel around him.

After you both come down from your highs he pulls out slowly, licking his lips at the sight of his cum dripping out of your abused core. He turns you back around, kissing you deeper this time. He grins as your breath hitches in surprise, moving away to suck more marks into your neck.

“You’re quite a good toy for stress relief, but I’d love to take you out for coffee sometime.”

You rack your brain, trying to figure out if this is violating any of the student policy of your university. Perhaps you should have paid attention to the overly happy tour guides or went online to look at the student handbook.

“Don’t worry - I’m not breaking any rules,” he chuckles, kissing your hand. You blink at him, confused.

“So you mean to tell me you came inside of me just to ask me out?” He shrugs, seeming awfully nonchalant.

“Perhaps.”

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First Date Pt. 4/Final part! (Bang Chan x Reader)

!!PART 4/FINALE!!

summary: Day to day life was perfectly uneventful, you wake up, go to work, make coffee, go home, and start all over again. But today... you met Chan. And you continue to meet chan... every day.

pairing: bang chan x f!reader

genre: strangers to lovers, non idol au, crack, mostly fluff, some anger from mc, later chapters to include: slight angst/comfort, slow burn.

general warnings: barista!mc, slow burn, adult themes including but not limited to: suggestive content, cursing, mentions of death.

word count: ~4.8k

chapter content: mentions of food, coffee shop manager!Changbin, nonidol!Chan, nonidol!Han, first meets, first love flutters.

author's note: The last and final part of my mini series! This was based off the song I Think I Know You by Sarah Barrios and Eric Nam! Please give it a listen for the full experience!! I'm so glad to see so many people who enjoyed this series, I had originally meant to just write it for my best friend and leave it in google drive lol but I figured why not share it with everyone on here anyway yk? ANYWAY PLEASE ENJOY IT!!!

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Chris’s eyes were wide as he stared at you, searching for some kind of answer from your eyes. Something finally broke through to you, and Chris had to know what it was in case it doesn’t happen tomorrow. He had put too much effort and time into you to let this just slip out of his fingers. He let out a soft laugh and moved his head to be in your line of sight.

“No, no, what did you remember?” Chris persists, smiling through the surprise in his eyes.

You laughed slightly, taking the football from his hands and holding it up, “It’s nothing I just-- I must have dreamt it, but I remember playing this with someone.”

You had to’ve dreamed it, it was the only excuse you could come up with. Chris is just a new customer to the cafe, and you’ve never met him ever in your life. You laugh it off, and look down at the cafe table with a light flush on your cheeks.

“I must have a knack for embarrassing myself in front of strangers,” You sigh as you recover from the moment.

Chris couldn’t think of anything to say. His heart was beating so fast and hard that he was afraid you could hear it from across the table, and all he could do was smile knowing you had remembered him from day one.

He cleared his throat, and placed his phone down on the table, “I don't think it’s embarrassing,” He pauses, “Anything else seem… familiar?”

You pressed your lips together and stood up from the table, wondering how weird you’d seem if you told him that his voice specifically was in your head, “Uhm, not… not really.” You shake your head at him, and straighten your apron.

“Yo! Chris--”

A loud voice echoes through the cafe, and you turn your head behind you to see another guy quickly approaching Chris with a big smile and a computer bag hanging from his shoulder. His smile was almost as infectious as Chris’s and you took a step back from the table so he could sit with his friend.

You watch Chris’s eyebrows knit together, and his eyes flicker across his friend’s face in confusion, “Han?”

Han looked at you for a moment and then back to Chris, “Am I.. interrupting?” He asks, pointing between the two of you.

You quickly hold up your hands and shake your head, “Oh, uhm no. I just, uhm-- Thought he reminded me of someone but it was just a mistake.”

You watched the two boys exchange a glance you couldn’t quite discern, and Chris speaks up next with his eyes unblinking as he stares down Han, “Something about deja vu, you know how it is.”

You press your lips together into a tight smile before excusing yourself back to your work behind the counter. Despite the lighthearted exchange, the peculiar sensation lingers in the background.

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As you continue to steam milk and clean down the equipment, you can't shake the feeling that there's more to this odd memory than meets the eye. The cafe buzzes with activity, but in that moment, a subtle thread of mystery weaves through the air. When it slowed, you mindlessly sang along to whatever was playing overhead in order to relax and stop thinking about what had happened earlier.

Chris couldn’t help but listen when you sang. He’d heard it every day and he never grew tired of it, noticing you favored the softer, more indie feelings songs in comparison to the popular media that played between them. He always took his headphones down from his head and rested them around his neck just so he could hear you softly singing, imagining that one day maybe he’d be able to mix something just for you.

You glance up at the two of them every so often, more specifically, you look at Chris. You chew on your cheek in thought, something was odd about the memory but you couldn’t quite place it and it was driving you fucking crazy. You look at the two boys as they bicker about something on their computers, your hand slipping off the handle of the steamer and your arm touching the hot metal causing you to jerk your hand away with a hiss.

“Shit--” you whisper, glancing down at your fingers and inspecting it before looking around to see Changbin watching you with a raised brow and you give him a small thumbs up, “I’m alright, no worries.”

“And mentally?” Changbin says, drying off a white mug with a towel. “Your head has been literally anywhere but the cafe today.”

You shrug at him, dumping the over-steamed milk from the mug and pouring a fresh bit to re-steam, “My head is perfectly attuned to my work, Bin.”

“Sure, because you haven’t been staring at that guy for your whole shift,” Changbin says with an eyeroll before reaching for the mug in your hands and putting it aside to have your full attention, “Did he upset you? I can make him leave if--”

“No! God no, Bin,” You say quickly, carding your hands through your hair, “It was nothing, I just thought I knew him from somewhere.”

Changbin freezes as he stares you down, just blinking at you. It was as if he wasn’t sure how to react, “what do you mean by that?”

You make a face at Changbin and laugh a little, “It’s nothing serious, I just thought I had met him before but it was just a misunderstanding.”

Lie. You shift your weight and cross your arms over your chest. You watch Changbin turn over his shoulder and glare at Chris before looking back at you, squinting as he looks you up and down.

“And?”

“What do you mean?” You say quickly, scrunching your nose at him.

“Y/N, i know you better than you know how to make a decent cup of coffee. What else happened that you didn’t tell him?” Changbin pressed, nodding his head to where Chris and Han were seated. Unfortunately, having a best friend like him means he knows what’s going on in your head.

You huff and your arms fell from your chest, “I found this on my doormat this morning, and when I unfolded it I saw his name and order. The same one he placed today, so I asked him about it and--” you pause.

“Is he stalking you?” Changbin said quickly, unfolding the receipt and reading it for himself, “I can report him if he’s stalking you--”

“No--God, hover parent much?” You huff, pushing him gently, “Anyway, when I sat down with him we started talking and I flicked the football at him and I like-- I swear I remember playing that with him. I remember talking with him, but I swear I have never seen him before.”

Changbin stares at you over the paper in his hands, his mouth opens as if he was going to say something then he turns around to look at Chris. You take the receipt back out of his hands and fold it back up, and Changbin looks down at his empty hands before facing you again.

“Do you remember him?” He breathes.

“Yes and no?” You say with a half shrug while your face scrunches, “I thought maybe we had met before, but I think it’s just deja vu,” You say, returning to your cleaning tasks as your shift comes to an end.

Changbin smiles softly, and tosses the white towel he was holding over his shoulder, “Deja vu sounds about right,” he says, watching you continue your work.

You let out a sigh. Something about this isnt sitting right. Reaching behind your back, your fingers untangle the bow to your apron and slip it off over your head. There was something about looking at Chris that made you feel like you were closer than strangers, like he had some way of invading your memory without you even noticing. You punch out from your shift and reapproach Chris and Han as they chatter about some project they were working on.

“Dude, this song is all we have-- we have to turn it in. JYP isn’t going to be happy going yet another week without a new song,” Han huffs, leaning his chair onto the back two legs.

“Look, I know but if she’s starting to remember then putting this song out is a risk. I don't think it’s a good--” Chris stops in the middle of his sentence when he sees you approaching them and greets you with that same warm smile, “Hey again.”

“Uh, hey--” You start, awkwardly reaching into your back pocket and taking out the paper football in his hands and holding it out to him, “I just forgot to give you this.”

Chris takes it from your hands and flips it before placing it on the table, “Oh yeah, thank you.”

Before you could walk away, Han speaks up while gently resting his hand on the table as he leans towards you, “Hey, can we get your input on something?”

The sudden question catches you off guard, but if it was an excuse to talk to Chris and figure out what that memory was about then you weren’t going to deny it. You give a quick nod and take a seat next to Han.

“So we make music, and having an outsider’s perspective on our project helps a lot,” Han starts, pointing at his computer, “We’re turning this one in tomorrow and I feel like there’s something missing from it, would you give it a listen for me?”

Han was already handing you his headphones before you could object, the bulky black over ear headphones rested on top of your head comfortably. They matched the ones Chris was wearing and you could see a bit of a flush form on Chris’s face as he looked at his computer screen intensely, as to not make eye contact with you.

The music started, a gentle piano echoing slightly between your ears before you hear a voice come in, it’s mid pitched and soothing. Han watches you expectantly and Chris avoids eye contact with you as he types away.

The voice is incredible, and without even knowing it you were smiling as you listened to it. You silently point at Han, asking if it was him singing and you watched him shake his head no before pointing across the table at Chris; who looked mortified that you were listening to him sing.

You reach across and waved a hand near his computer screen to get his attention and when he finally looks up, you give him a smile and a thumbs up. His voice was the kind you hear and suddenly the world stopped spinning, giving you the entire moment to just take it in and enjoy hearing it to the fullest extent.

The music cuts out, and you slip off Han’s headphones and pass them to him gently before looking at Chris, “I… wow. That was actually amazing, Chris.”

“Thanks… Kinda embarrassing to have someone listen to your music right in front of you though you know?” CHris laughs gently, his eyes locking with Han’s as if he was warning him.

Han rolls his eyes before facing you, “I’m gonna be real, we need someone to duet with Chris in it.”

You raise your brows at the comment, shifting your eyes between the two boys, “I think that’s a great idea. It would balance out kind of like a story.”

Han looks pointedly as Chris while gesturing to you dramatically, “See!? I told you she’d do it.”

“Woah-- Hold on,” You say quickly, a tinge of uncertainty in your voice, "I'm not really used to singing for people, let alone two guys I don't really know. It's a bit out of my comfort zone."

There was literally no way in hell you were going to sing on a song for two--well… one guy you don't know and another you have hardly any memory of. The only singing you’d ever done was for yourself. You glance at Chris, seeking some reassurance. He gives you a wince of hope, trying to encourage you, but the reluctance still lingers. The thought of putting yourself out there feels intimidating.

"Come on, Y/N. It's just a small gig," Han insists, his eyes reflecting a genuine belief in your abilities. “You were singing just a little bit ago, I think you would be perfect for it.”

Despite his reassurances, a knot of reluctance tightens in your stomach. The fact you were even talking with two random people feels like a leap into the unknown, let alone in considering singing for them.

Chris passes you a notebook, “Here, these are the lyrics.”

You glance at the lyrics, imagining the notes resonating in the studio, and a mixture of excitement and apprehension tugs at your heart. The lyrics were close to home, and your eyes flicker at Chris. He had to’ve met me before and I just don't remember it.

After a moment of contemplation, you take a deep breath and meet their gaze. "Okay, let's do it. I'll give it a try."

A genuine excitement lights up Han's face, and Chris lets out a breath he was holding. You card your fingers through your hair and laugh embarrassingly before Han quickly packs up and drags you out of the cafe with Chris in tow.

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You stand still in a closed off room with a large window on the wall that allows you to see Han seated at the soundboard, “So… this is how you record then?”

Chris nods his head softly as he adjusts the microphone to match your height, “Yeah, this is the part of the studio that keeps all the outside noise at bay so we only pick up the audio we want.” Chris explains, tightening the knob to keep the microphone in place now that it was right where it should be.

You watched as Chris leaned over to the stand behind you, and you felt your chest tighten at the proximity to him. The warmth of his skin radiating enough for you to feel it before he stand up and gently places the headset over your ears. He leans back to look at your face, eyes flickering between your own, “comfortable?”

You nod, “y-yeah, they’re good,” you say, reaching up to touch the headphones on your head and giving Chris a smile as you shift your weight and he leaves you alone in the room. He takes a seat by Han and you watch as they speak a little bit in silence. Chris looks anxious, Han rolls his eyes at him and says something exasperated before turning to face the window and pressing a button.

“Can you hear us okay?” his voice booms into your headphones, and you give them a thumbs up.

“This feels insane,” You say with a small laugh, “Are you sure you don't want someone who is known for singing to do this?”

Chris shakes his head before finally looking at you, “Nah, you’ll do great, Y/N.” His signature smile was showing through with his words, and it made you feel at ease even when doing something as crazy as this. “You’ll have my track playing in the background so you can hear how the song is sung. We can re-take things so don’t stress if you mess up, yeah?”

You give him a thumbs up before you see Han put up his hand, counting down from five as you hear the music start playing in your ears. The delicate piano chords echo in your head again and you take a deep breath as Han finally reaches zero.

“You say down right at the corner of my table, and I don't know what it is but I swear I’m feeling deja vu.”

Your eyes closed and the lyrics moved past your lips almost effortlessly, you could hear yourself in the speakers of the headphones. When you open your eyes, Chris’s own meet yours as if he’d never looked away from you. As the music swells you watch him slowly spin the paper football in his fingers and your mind is flooded with the same memory from earlier.

You flick the folded paper and send it flying, over-shooting the goal and Chris letting out a small chuckle as he picks up the paper, “So do I get to know my opponent’s name anytime soon?” He says as he flicks it towards you, his eyes flicking up at you from your hands as you pick up the little paper.

“Y/N,” You say as you sink down into your chair to line up your shot, your tongue sticking out as you focus and send it flying through his hands. You glance up at him as he picks up the paper, “So are you like-- a part of a famous paper football league that I’ve not heard of?”

In a split second you find yourself transported to a different moment – the first time you met Chris. The memory floods your senses: the laughter, the shared conversation, and the spark of connection that had lingered in the air. It's as if a hidden door in your mind has swung open, revealing a scene that was once obscured.

“Swear I feel you in my memory, I think I’ve seen you in my dreams. Maybe you and I have history but I don’t think you know me--”

Your heart is beating out of your chest as you stop singing, the weight of this recollection settles over you. The realization is overwhelming, like a sudden rush of emotions that you weren't prepared for. Faces in the cafe become blurred, replaced by the vivid image of Chris, his smile etched into the canvas of your memory.

“If there was a league, I’d be famous by now and you would have had to ask me for my name at the register,” he says with a playful head nod as he continues to flick the paper back and forth between the two of you, “But unfortunately there’s not, so I make music.”

"You make music?" you ask with a teasing glint in your eyes, "I thought you were auditioning for NSYNC with that outfit."

He looks down at himself, an amused expression playing on his face. "What's wrong with my outfit? I thought it was a fashion statement."

You lean in, pretending to inspect his ensemble with exaggerated seriousness, "Well, if the statement is 'I'm bringing back the '90s,' then mission accomplished,” you bring your hands up to make air quotes with your fingers when you say that.

Oh my god the bucket hat. You remember him wearing stupid bucket hat. A mixture of confusion and awe lingers in your eyes as you stare at Chris and you find yourself grappling with the significance of this sudden memory recall. The once-disconnected pieces of your encounters with Chris start to form a more coherent picture, leaving you in a state of introspection.

“Have we met before? Maybe in another life I knew you, maybe if I try I’ll see right through you and I’ll remember who we were.”

Overwhelmed by the sudden rush of emotion, you find yourself only listening to Chris’s singing in your ears as you collect your thoughts. The weight of the forgotten memory mingles with the joy of rediscovery. It's a bittersweet realization – a fragment of your past brought back to life in the present.

You remember Chris's visits, his patient smile each day, a consistent presence for you. Every day, he came back. The thought resonates within you, and a warmth spreads through your chest. The realization is both heartwarming and heartbreaking – a testament to the resilience of a connection that transcends the limitations of memory.

You recall the moments when Chris would visit, sharing stories and laughter as if each encounter were a brand-new beginning. The frequency of his visits, the sincerity in his eyes – it all makes sense now. The times you were less than kind to him, and the one time Changbin kicked him out of the cafe all because you didn’t remember him. He didn't let the forgetfulness deter him; instead, he embraced each meeting with unwavering dedication.

Emotions surge within you like a tidal wave, and you feel the tears welling up in your eyes. Clarity, like a long-lost friend, has found its way back to you. Studio and music in your ears cuts out as you navigate the flood of memories that has rushed back to you. Chris, gaze never wavering from you as he watches the changes in your face, reaches forward and presses a button to allow his voice to reach you.

“Y/N, are you alright?”

As you stand before him, tears well up in your eyes, and you take a deep breath to steady yourself and you shake your head to dismiss his concerns.

“You know that bucket hat looked awful on you.”

Chris’s eyebrows furrow for a moment, staring at you as if you were crazy. Then his eyes slowly soften, then widen, and you watch his lips part as he smiles, the same one that had melted you the first day you’d met.

“Oh my god--” His voice cuts out as you watch him quickly stand up and enter the recording room.

"Chris," you begin, your voice quivering with the weight of the revelation. "I remember. I remember everything." His eyes widen, and a spectrum of emotions dances across his face – surprise, hope, and a touch of disbelief. He opens his mouth to speak, but you continue before he can find the words.

"I remember you coming in that day, your smile, the way you patiently shared stories, how I had you kicked out," you confess, tears streaming down your cheeks. The weight of the unsaid becomes a palpable presence in the studio, “I remember you showing me Han’s song, I remember you walking me home, I remember-- God, I remember everything.”

Chris, struck by the depth of your revelation, leans forward, his eyes searching yours for confirmation. "You... remember?"

You nod, a mixture of joy and sorrow in your eyes, "Yes, Chris. And I remember the first day we met, how you made me laugh with that paper football game. And I remember the way you smiled at me when I said the 90s was an awful time for fashion and how I fell for you in that moment."

As Chris takes in your revelation, a mixture of disbelief and joy dances in his eyes. He gazes at you, absorbing the weight of your words, and then a tender smile graces his face. With a sincerity that pierces through the air, he begins to share his side of the story.

"Y/N," he starts, his voice tinged with emotion. "Every day, I walked into that cafe, hoping that it would be the day you remembered. Even when you didn't, it was worth it. Your smile, your laughter – they became the highlights of my day."

He takes a deep breath, as if collecting the scattered fragments of his emotions. "I fell for you so hard, right from the start. Your kindness, your laugh, the way you were so warm and inviting to everyone – it was impossible not to fall in love with you."

"I love how you find joy in the little things, how you light up when you talk about your favorite songs, and the way your eyes crinkle when you laugh. It's like every moment with you is a melody, and I can't get enough of it," Chris continues, his gaze locked onto yours.

Tears glisten in your eyes as you listen to him pour his heart out, the weight of his love both comforting and overwhelming. Chris's vulnerability becomes a bridge that connects every memory you have of him, and he pulls you into his arms tightly.

"I love you for who you are, Y/N, and every version of you, even the one who couldn't remember,” He breathed into your hair, eyes screwed shut as he held you close to him.

“Don’t let me forget you again, okay?”

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The blaring alarm pierced through the veil of your dreams, a relentless assault on the peace that only moments ago had surrounded you. Groggily, you fumbled on the nightstand for the offending device, your hand clumsily slapping at the snooze button in a desperate attempt to silence the intrusion before your hand slips and it falls off your night stand, alarm still blaring.

“God damn it…” You curse under your breath as a resentful sigh leaves your lips. Reluctantly, you threw off the warmth of the covers and reached for your phone, the bright screen reading 4:30AM. Your body was protesting the untimely disturbance as the coldness in the air replaced the coziness of your bed. The room, dimly lit by the soft glow through the curtains, felt like a sanctuary you were being forcibly expelled from. The cool floor beneath your feet served as a stark reminder that the inviting embrace of your bed was now just a fading memory.

As you stood there, the harsh reality of the impending workday began to settle in. The day ahead loomed like an insurmountable mountain, and as much as you didn’t want to go make coffee for stuck up business men and housewives with too much time on their hands, you promised to open the shop this morning and you were absolutely kicking yourself for it.

Dragging yourself toward the bathroom, you squinted against the bright light, your reflection in the mirror a testament to the reluctant and incredibly rude awakening. With each passing minute, the realization that the sanctuary of sleep was slipping away. The only thing keeping you moving was knowing you got to have a free cup of coffee as soon as you got there.

The clock ticks, the seconds slipping away, and with each passing moment, the inevitable draws nearer. You stare at the ceiling, contemplating the merits of calling in sick, but reality nudges you with a firm reminder of bills and responsibilities. With a heavy sigh, you brush your teeth and hair as you attempt to blink away the grogginess in your eyes. The morning routine is a series of half-hearted motions. Your reflection in the bathroom mirror wears the exhaustion of someone who'd rather be doing anything but going to work.

The uniform feels like a straitjacket, but you squeeze into it, donning the required apron with a resignation that accompanies the mundane. As you lace up your shoes, you can almost hear the distant and antagonistic laughter of those still wrapped in the warm embrace of their dreams.

The walk to work is a slow march, the chilly air of Seoul biting at your skin. The vibrant sunrise paints the sky, a cruel juxtaposition to your muted mood. The comforting scent of freshly ground coffee wafts from the shop, a mixed blessing as it both heralds the start of another day and wraps you in the familiar embrace of your workplace as you tuck yourself behind the counter swiftly.

The clock on the wall seems to mock you, displaying a time that's far later than you intended to arrive. With an apologetic smile, you make your way to the locker and quickly toss an apron over your head, hoping to go unnoticed.

However, your hopes are dashed as you hear a playful voice from across the room. "Well, well, if it isn't our resident time traveler. Did you bring back any cool gadgets from the future, Y/N?" your boss Changbin teases, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

You chuckle nervously, appreciating the light-hearted tone. "Just a tardiness superpower, I guess. I thought I'd share it with the team today," you reply, feigning innocence.

Changbin leans against your desk, a smirk playing on his lips. "Ah, the infamous tardiness superpower. I've heard it's all the rage in the superhero world. Fashionably late, right?"

You nod, playing along. "Exactly! It's the new trend. Fashionably late is the new on-time."

Changbin laughs, shaking his head. "Well, as long as you don't start wearing a cape to work, I think we can forgive a little tardiness now and then. Just don't make it a habit, superhero."

Customers trickle in, their orders becoming a monotonous hum. With each espresso shot pulled, you feel a little more awake, a little more alive. The routine becomes a rhythm, a dance with the coffee machines. And as you hand over that first latte of the day, you realize that despite the initial reluctance for starting the day, there's a certain satisfaction in being part of the daily grind. And to which, you let out a small laugh at your own pun and shake your head before glancing back up to be met with the next customer.

When you looked up, you were greeted with chocolatey brown eyes that crinkled a little as he smiled at you. It was a smile that could melt even the coldest of hearts, and it was a smile that definitely melted yours. You couldn’t help but smile back at him.

“Hey, Chris.”

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Author's note: I am... to happy with how this turned out. Let me know if there's any mistakes I missed, it is very late for me as I'm getting this posted and I half-proof read it! Please enjoy the last part, and tell me all about your favorite parts of the series<3 I'll be back soon with a new series as soon as I can lovelies ^.^ Again, this is for my best friend Baylee. I love you more than you love Chan. Seriously.

Love, Bunn XOX

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so-mordorit-is · 2 years

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The guy on the wooden bench

Pairing - Eddie Munson x F!reader Harrington, F!reader Harrington x Robin Buckley x gang

Summary - You're Steve's cousin and on your first night in Hawkins, you were dragged to a party. What could happen?

Warnings - Just fluffy, shit parents, divorce, maybe a lesbian kiss? i think is it, let me know if i forgot something.

Hey guys, I had this idea and I needed to get it out of my head, so there you have it. My first language is not English, so sorry for any mistakes.

If you like it let me know, I already have so many ideas to make a series. <3

Hawkins, summer 1987.

It was the last day of summer and it meant only one thing, Steve "the hair" Harrington's big pool party.

Nancy and Robin took care of all the supplies for the party while Steve was at the airport waiting for me.

I haven't seen Steve in years, since my parents moved to New York for a stupid job that caused my parents to divorce now. To escape the storm of feelings between all my parent’s drama, I went to Hawkins to finish high school at Hawkins High.

When I arrived, I saw Steve waiting for me, I ran towards him and jumped on top of him, hugging him longer than I expected.

"Hi cousin! Look at you, huh? I haven't seen you in years! You look the same!", Steve said to me as he hugged me.

"It's been ages since we've seen each other! By the way I like your hair.”

I said picking up a small strand that was unkempt and putting it back in place.

"So I know you must be tired today but, we're having a pool party at my house; I hope it's no problem."

Steve knew I was not much for parties and to be fair, I just flew here for hours, but I put on my best smile and forced myself to get excited.

"Great! I could catch up with your friends, yeah?" I sighed when I finished speaking, placing my backpack on my back and following Steve to the parking lot.

We got in the car and went straight to Steve's house.

The girls who were organizing the party came up to me as if they had known me for years, which made me feel very welcome. Robin, gave me a quick hug as she continued carrying the ice packs to the correct place while Steve was following her.

Nancy helped me with my bags and getting me into my new room, for at least a year, that would be my home now.

"I hope you like it, I tried to make the room as cozy as possible, Steve asked Me." she said with a shy smile.

I looked around the room and saw some pictures, a lamp, and some lights hanging from the headboard. It was even cozier than my room, in my real house.

"Oh! Nancy, did you do all this?" I replied with shining eyes and giving a few happy jumps, I wrapped my arms around the girl and hugged her tight "Thank you so much, I loved Nance!".

Nance straightens her sweater and smile as I release her from the hug.

"I'll let you unpack your things. Robin is going to my place to get ready before the party; do you want to come with us?"

I nodded and started to open my bags looking for clothes for the party.

"Is there a look we need to wear or is it just normal clothes? what's normal around here?" I asked with the sound of desperate laughter muffled by my hands.

"Swimwear, bikinis and bathing suits, shorts or a skirt... You won't have a problem fitting in, look at you! Pop material." Nancy smiled tenderly and closed the bedroom door leaving me alone with my bags.

Nancy’s House

I was already on my third drink as the girls dressed up, dancing in front of the mirror.

It was nice to participate in that sort of thing with the girls; I didn't have many friends back in new York.

I curled the ends of my hair and sighed in front of the mirror, catching Robin's attention.

"Don't worry baby Henderson, you're totally babe! I want to see Steve's face when the basketball team sees you" she started laughing and fixed my bangs, brushing a few strands of hair out of my face "See, much better”

I couldn't help but blush and give Robin a slight smile as I lay on my back on Nancy's bed, waiting for my new friends to get ready.

Nancy came out of the bathroom with her red glass already refilled and her cheeks pink from alcohol.

"Jonathan is coming to get us, shall we?" she said

The three took one last look in the mirror, looking at every detail of hair and makeup, I was the last to leave the room, turning off the light and closing the door. We run down the stairs, Nancy tells her mother that we're going to sleep at Robin's house and soon the girl's boyfriend honks.

The party path was filled with Robin talking about the potential crush that was going to show up, Vickie. The blonde's eyes even sparkled with every word she said about the girl and the meeting and how she had waited MONTHS for this. She looked at me with a gigantic smile and I couldn't help but contaminate myself with my friend's energy.

Maybe having a party on the first day isn't such a bad idea, is it?

Steve’s party

Steve's house... My house too, was full of drunk teenagers, up the stairs, in the hallways, around the pool.

People were dancing on the deck with their glasses in hand, spilling booze all over the place, what a waste of alcohol, I thought to myself.

Nancy joined Steve on the deck to dance, before Jonathan followed her I nudged his shoulder and when his gaze met mine I asked

"I smell this distinct herb smell in your car, where I can get some…you know right?"

The kid took a well-rounded joint out of his button-up shirt pocket and offered it to me. I got it, still a little confused

"I brought one more" he smiled "I'll introduce you to our friend later, he gets the... supplies for us"

He finished the sentence already walking towards Nance and rocking the girl in the rhythm of the music.

Nancy, Steve and Jonathan were dancing, Robin went looking for her girl, and I walked alone to the kitchen. I needed a drink and a strong one.

In the kitchen there were several bottles, I picked them up one by one, looking for the strongest drink. I filled a glass of vodka and gave it a shot, leaving the liquid half full. Face still wrinkled from the taste of the drink, I filled the rest of the glass with soda. I was looking for a straw while humming the song that was absurdly loud as my hands collided with an athlete's.

He wore the Hawkins basketball team jacket, was blond, blue eyes and had a very nice smile, by the way. He looked at me with a curious smile and raised his index finger close to my face.

"You are… who are you?" I could tell from the choked voice that he was drunk

"My name is Y/N Harington, I'm Steve's cousin" I smiled as I stirred my drink with the straw the blonde-haired person had given me.

"Jason…Carver, I didn't know Harrington had a cousin…even one prettier like you," he said as he twirled one of my curls around his finger.

Soon a small, strawberry blonde girl walked into the kitchen with a look of relief.

"There you are love; I was looking for you all over the house Jason! You've had too much already"

she said pulling Jock's arm when she realized I was there having a drink.

"Oh! Hi, I didn't see you there, sorry!" She smiled "I'm Chrissy the drunk's girlfriend" she laughed aloud

"She's Steve's cousin babe, can you believe it?" Jason said hugging Chrissy from behind

"Nice! I wanted to talk more, but I think I need to take him home," The little girl said smiling and waving, pulling her boyfriend out of the house.

I would probably see them again on Monday at school.

I finished making my drink, the famous Harrington lemon bomb, tasted a little and adjusted the amount of vodka. Even though the drink was strong, I needed something more that night.

There were many people, yes! Everyone was nice and welcoming to me but still, I felt out of place. I grabbed my glass and headed to the backyard.

It was dark and I could only hear some music in the distance.

"Perfect place!"

I sat on a wooden bench and lit the joint Jonathan had given me.

The sensation of the hot smoke inside my mouth made me relax a little right away, the feeling of it going down my throat and filling my lungs was already familiar, it made me feel at home a little, before everything happened with mom and dad.

With each sip I felt my shoulders relax more, I could feel the strong taste of the weed on my lips and when I went to take a sip of my drink, I dropped my straw on the floor. Which made me laugh to myself. I put out the joint on the bottom of my shoes, and started looking for the pack of cigarettes that was in my bag. I spent a few moments looking at my bag when I feel someone sitting next to me.

A pack of cigarettes thrown on the bench, the joint behind my ear, I held the glass with my teeth as I closed my bag until I raised my gaze to the figure sitting next to me.

The boy was already looking at me and with the best laugh I've ever heard, he held the glass that was in my mouth and took a sip.

"Jesus H Christ," he said as he wrinkled his face from the strong taste of the vodka. "For such a pretty girl you drink like a truck driver" he smiled as he took another sip.

"It's my first night in Hawkins, the drink has the perfect amount of alcohol for the occasion," I said with an embarrassed smile.

"Welcome to hell then sweetheart" he said as he held the lighter lit, signaling for me to light my cigarette, and so I did.

Conversation with the mysterious stranger was easy; he made me feel more comfortable than anyone else. We spent most of the early part of the party talking, over music and movies. It might have been the joint, but he made me laugh until my stomach hurt.

I noticed my empty glass and sighed, giving the boy a wide smile as I got up.

"Need to refuel, like staying at the party without the Harrington lemon bomb, huh?"

The boy followed me with his eyes and before I walked away completely he held my hand

"Don't be a stranger, okay?

I smiled back at him and nodded, as I slid my fingers through the boy's fingers slowly, until I disappeared into the sea of people.

It was late in the night when the last people left, leaving only Steve's closest group of friends.

Many lemon bombs later, I was feeling a little more than tipsy; now and then, my mind was in the guy from the wooden bench.

I was sitting in a circle with Nancy, Robin, Vickie and Jonathan ready to start playing truth or dare. Steve was in the kitchen getting the last full bottles so we could drink. I hear him talking to someone in the kitchen, but it wouldn't be possible, would it? everyone had already left.

Steve returns with the bench guy from the kitchen, each with about four bottles of alcohol in hand and laughing as they talk. He sat next to me on the wheel

"Hi stranger" he smiled and I smiled back shyly "Hi"

"Okay, okay! let's start this game, the rules are...there are no rules" Steve said handing out the bottles and turning the music down a bit.

I was already drunker than I expected to be, talking and laughing out loud and the group of friends didn't seem to mind, which made me a little more confident.

Steve's first challenge was to Nancy

"I dare you to smoke Jonathan's joint"

"I don't do drugs Steve," Nancy replied wrinkling her nose, filling two shot glasses with vodka.

She handed one to Jonathan and they both drank laughing.

"That's what we're dating for," she said as she sealed her lips with her boyfriend.

Now it was Nancy's turn, who asked Robin

"I dare you to kiss someone in the circle" Nancy stifled a laugh and Robin looked desperate.

The girl Robin was into was into her best friend, Steve.

Robin's gaze met mine and I gave her an almost imperceptible nod of approval.

She got on her knees and came towards me, holding my face with both hands; she whispered, "I'm sorry" and pressed her lips to mine.

It wasn't the first time I'd kissed a girl and it was far from the last time I would. Robin's lips were soft and her hands went down to my neck, I gave way to her who entered with her tongue and my mouth and slid it against mine. Her kiss was slow and tender; she sealed her lips to mine one last time and smiled returning to her place next to Vickie.

Steve looked at me with wide eyes and laughed out loud.

"No rules" he said as he turned the bottle again.

Robin's turn, and she chose the unknown, I mean... Eddie.

"Eddie" the freak "Munson, I dare you to let Nancy braid your hair"

"How do you get a kiss and I get braids?" He said as he sat across from Nancy, his eyes always on my face, watching every expression I made (which were a lot) due to the alcohol.

A few rounds later, Steve and Robin were passed out on the couch. Nancy and Jonathan on a mattress on the floor and Vickie in the armchair, all sleeping except Eddie and me.

Eddie was in the kitchen getting something to eat and I was in my favorite spot, dark and quiet in the backyard. Sitting on the bench and smoking my cigarette while the hot summer wind blew in my face.

"We need to stop meeting like this, sweetheart" With a sly smile between his lips, Eddie sat down next to me, lighting his joint.

"Eddie" I said almost in a whisper looking at him "Now the pretty face has a name huh?" I smirk.

He smiled and took a long drag, holding the smoke inside his chest.

"If I hadn't seen you and Robin today, I would definitely dare you to kiss me!"

The boy's smile didn't disappear from his face for a second, he tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear and sat back straight on the bench, leaning his back against the backrest.

"What if you hadn't seen me and Robin?" I replied crossing my arms in front of my body

"You don't look like someone who likes girls, you know?"

"I like boys too" I chuckled low and ran my tongue over my bottom lip, and bit it weakly, looking at the boy as I brought my cigarette to my mouth again, "and everyone said there were no rules, didn't they?" I said, “you don't look like someone who likes girls either”, I laughed out loud and took another drag on my cigarette.

"Ok, I didn't feel offended, but I like girls and maybe boys, who knows, there are no rules, right? That boyish smile, argh!

“Robin was in trouble and I helped, that was all, even though she was quite pretty.” I said.

“Totally a kitten, but still, she wasn't the one who caught my attention in the kiss.” He replied

“Oh!” I blushed to his words and I lifted my gaze to his

“Yeah,oh!” he mimic my expressions with a smirk in his mouth.

“So you got to see Steve in the middle of my kiss?” I chuckled while took a drag

“Y/N, please…” he said with an almost whisper

“Sorry, I make jokes when I get nervous” hiding my face in my hands

“And are you nervous now?” he bring his hand to my hair and took of off my face “I really like to see you like this, you know, so pretty”

“It's not often that a handsome stranger sits next to me and pays me compliments for free.”

“I doubt it” - he burst out laughing – “have you ever looked in the mirror? Oh my god, I wouldn't survive a day on your side, I think I would die of jealousy with the looks and all...”

Before I could respond, an icy wind hit my skin, making me shiver.

“Come on baby; let's go inside before you catch a cold”

He offered me his hand and our fingers intertwined for the second time that night, how could such a silly act make me feel closer to him than the kiss (HOT) Robin gave me? Before we entered the house, my house, I offered to sleep in my new room, the first night I would sleep there and to be honest; I didn't want to be alone.

We walked up the stairs in silence until we reached my -messy- room.

“Sorry for the mess, just had time to pick out an outfit and head over to Nancy's since we were having a party.” I sounded a little hush

“Did you like the party?”

“What?” I replied throwing some clothes back in the suitcase to free the bed

“Did you like the party?” Eddie chuckled low and helped me get things off the bed.

“Oh! yes, it was fantastic! Everyone was very welcoming and treated me very well. Which is strange, isn't it?” my smile was showing how nervous I was about this whole moving thing, I shook my head quickly and climbed into bed.

“Hop hop Eddie, I like to cuddle,” I said going under the blankets, tapping twice on the vacant spot on the bed next to me.

“Don’t ask twice” Eddie took off his denim jacket, vest, and lay down beside me, pulling me by the waist against his warm body. “Nice and warm, all for you princess.”

I rest my head on Eddie’s chest and start to play with the end of his curls “this is nice, thank you Eds” letting a little kiss on his jawline. The worm of his body made me feel asleep in minutes, his arms pressed around my waist. My nostrils searching for the smell of his cheap perfume, I felt like I was in paradise in those minutes before I went to sleep.

He gave me a peck on the top of my head and bring me closer to him, we was almost occupying the same spot on the bad, contradicting all the laws of physics

“Goodnight sweetheart, sleep well”.

We slept just a few hours when Steve knock on the door, open it without any warning. Eddie and I were in a tangle of legs and arms like last night. I clung to him and the feeling of being at home, feeling safe and the way he held me; I can tell he felt the same.

"What's going on here?" Steve asked, still with his eyes half closed because of the light "Wake up beautiful, breakfast is ready", without receiving any answer Steve approached the bed and gave a loud scream

"What the fuck is Eddie doing in your bed y/n?" Steve looked at his friend with an incredulous look, whispering as he realized you were still sleeping "Really Eddie? My cousin?"

"Hey big boy, no rules remember?" Eddie smirked as he slowly got up from the bed, my hand reaching for his wrist holding it in place.

"I'm not ready to get up yet Eddie, please lie down, you're so warm" my voice muffled by the pillow, my eyes still closed as I pulled the boy back to the bed.

"As you wish, princess" Eddie lay back on the bed

Steve threw up his hands in defeat "Ok, we'll talk later then, no funny business Eddie, really!" as he left the room and closed the door.

Eddie put his arms around my waist and turned me so that my face was level with his chest; he placed a long kiss on the top of my head and rested his cheek on me.

"You will be the death of me, princess"

I lifted my head and gave a light kiss on the tip of his nose

"Good morning to you too Eds"

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potatohater · 1 year

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Fandom: Wednesday

Characters: Xavier Thorpe and Wednesday Addams

1.5k words

soo, this is like my second tickle fic ever so im actually sorry if this shit is so cringey and ☠️☠️ but i tried at least; and i didn’t want to do Wednesday like a super uwu girl but idk what is it (and sorry for all mistakes im not fluent in eng)

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Weak moonlight crawled through the old windows of shelter. Two silhouettes were talking quietly, sound of silence and cracking leaves brought peace of mind. Xavier’s little workshop was filled with calm mumbling of him, teaching Wednesday how to draw certain things (she asked for art lesson because c wanted to draw a spider poster) but they mostly just talked about everything but drawing.

Her legs crossed on the floor full filled with canvases, paint and all this “creative” stuff that she could never reach. But she tried at least.

Boy’s hands moved slowly, showing how to colour the body and doing shades; eyes followed every movement. The night was really going.. well? At first he was surprised (actually very surprised) that she not just came to him, but asked for help in drawing something? Is everything was fine w her? But as it turned out it wasn’t something unusual, they became more closer after all this events, and they didn’t mind. At all.

“Are you sure you’re not a wizard, because honestly I have no idea how you’re doing this” she tried to repeat his movements but all seemed wrong. He chuckled. Dark eyes glanced at their canvases, comparing them, she sighed putting her work on the floor.

“I’m actually quite sorry for the last, not the whole thing, just about suspecting you thing” she continued, not a muscle moved on her face but her voice sounded pretty honest. Her hands embraced her knees and she sat with her back against the wall hugging them. Long braided hair and disappointed eyes complement the picture.

“Are you actually going to bring this up every minute we are alone?” He gave her a sarcastic look, playing with his eyebrows, but he knew that if he was her, it would be kinda hard to believe that anyone actually forgave you.

He glanced at Wednesday’s drawing and took another colour to do some corrections while she just sat there, looking at an infinite number of canvases and paints around the place.

“Come on, lets finish this shit” he poked her side, giving her canvas. She didn’t say a word, only twitched in the opposite direction, protecting her side with hand. Face was still without any hint on emotion. But he knew that there was something.

“Wha—“ His eyes met Wednesday’s.

“What?” She straightened up. Xavier was started to think that he made this up because of tiredness but one un-safe idea appeared in his head. Corners of his mouth moved upwards, forming a small grin; he just couldn’t help it.

He wanted to poke one more time but Wednesday grabbed his hand abruptly. She just confirmed his theory with out any words. Other hand tries to grab her side but she moved away. Again. Small grin re-formed into a playful smile, eyes filled with curiosity wasn’t the thing that Wednesday prepared for.

“I juhust can’t believe it” he giggled. Voice came across the room, banging on the walls and echoing in Wednesday’s ears. He moved his free hand to her stomach, doesn’t actually waiting for anything. Her other hand squeezed another Xavier’s arm. Results: Xavier in the full range of emotions, with two blocked hands, but has it ever stopped him? Ever? (Rhetorical question). Wednesday understanding that is no actually escape from this shit but murder. Has it ever stopped her neither?

Emotionless face made it really worse. Her insides were curving and dancing along when facial expressions said that she’d rather put bullet in her chest than show herself smiling or laughing.

Without a word her eyes narrowed at him. They took eye contact for a good three seconds until his hand spidered all across her stomach. She let go of his hands, trying to protect her own body from this.. strange, but familiar vibration. Like she wanted to crawl out from her own skin yk.

After all this years, it felt the same. All that childhood memories when she was a kid, and uncle Fester was an adult without any pity, he’d tickle her to death sometimes; not quite literal in this situation. He actually was the first who come up with that idea, but it’s a secret (for his own safety)

The familiar sensation come through her stomach, making her chortle with her own breath. She was trying to curl up, but his hands were too good for this shit. They quickly sneaked into her underarms, wiggling and dancing.

Yes. She felt like she was 9 again, because she had literally the same situation.

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Back back in time uncle Fester came to Addams for some kind of holiday or what. It was the first time he met something like, her physical weakness?

She was too unemotional even for herself; there weren’t anything, not anger or grief. Just nothing. They sat alone in her room on the bed. He poked her a few times to catch her attention when she flinched from him, eyes widened that much that you could see an entire universe in them.

“Oh—” they said at the same time. “So you are” small grin cracked his facial expressions. He could see that she don’t even know what was it, and it was even funnier. He immediately crawled his hands into her underarms and that was it. It was half-choked laugh, maybe it was actually first and the last time she laughed in his presence, or at all. Her cheeks darkened when she heard her high, childish giggles. She tried so much to lower the corners of her mouth which formed a small smile. He retreated almost immediately of course, he didn’t want to kill the kid. (at least at first)

“Good spot. Noted” he fondly smiled at her. Their eyes met, when Wednesday was breathing heavily, protecting her underarms and sides.

After that he slept with one eye opened for good three month. It took her a few years to forget how does it feel, and she wasn’t sure if she was happy to bring these memories back.

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She threw her head back, hitting the wall. Xavier chuckled at her, hands drooling her underarms even more. His eyes caught her smile. Not like smirk but actually smile. She actually tried to wipe off that smile off her face, or shook her head so he couldn’t see her smile; but he could. He saw that a bit crinkled eyes and up turned corners of the mouth, hidden by the long black hair. Her hands caught Xavier’s arms, trying to pull them away, but oh boy he was just starting.

“St-stop it” dangerous glint in her eyes had to warn him, but he just couldn’t help himself.

“You actually are ticklish)” but it wasn’t like he teased her with a shit-eating grin on his face, no. He said it with pure enjoyment or even happiness. Like he thought about it few times but it looked so unrealistic that he gave up. But look at this. The Wednesday Addams herself, cracking under Xavier on the dusty floor in his shelter.

“Oh come on”. he said, looking at her eyes and smiling. All the moments when you saw her emotions were so rare and imperceptible that the whole situation felt like a fever dream. And he didn’t want to wake up.

“Don’t keep it in yourself, set it free.” One of his hands crawled out of her underarm, and dug into her higher ribs. Jackpot.

A few light giggles slipped of Wednesday’s mouth. Xavier’s smile grew even more. She shrieked, flailed, and finally fell into helpless, quiet laughter. Eyes closed, she stopped shaking her head, so now he could see her whole face. His other hand came to her ribs, she squealed.

He just felt how his heart melted, it was first time he saw her so.. smiley, and happy. Her hands weakened, so it was just a grip on his arms which didn’t do anything.

“Is it a bad spot?” He moved his hands to her lower ribs. Giggles became a bit louder. She tried to gave him a “one more word from you mouth, and you won’t wake up tomorrow morning” look, but her smile and laugh kinda ruined the whole vibe. Yeah, and all this red cheeks face and heavy breathing didn’t pass the vibe either.

He tickled her ribs ruthlessly for a few more moments until he raised his hands up as criminals do, smiling. He obviously didn’t want to stop but everyone has their limits. And it looked like smiled 10 years ahead.

Her smile faded and eyes filled with curiosity, or it was disgust; he didn’t make out. Heavy breathing calmed down, and she looked at Xavier, waiting for him to say something. Silence was so loud for a few seconds, she even opened her mouth to say something when he handed hers painting, he fixed a few details.

“Come on, lets finish this shit” words actually sounded with a different intonation but she didn’t care. Wednesday took her canvas, and silently picked a brush from the floor to finish it. Xavier grinned at her, taking his drawing to finish too.

He won’t forget it. Never. And she knew it; he should probably sleep with one eye opened.

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