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rafescurtainbangz · 3 months

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watching porn with rafe

+18 Minor DNI

800 words

Rafe x Female Reader

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Valentine's Day… What do you get your boyfriend? The man who has everything and anything he's ever wanted, including you.

You pass him the little gift bag, watching his eyes sparkle as he takes it in, knowing he’ll most likely get something shiny purchased on his card. He humors you sweetly nonetheless, giving you that smile that makes your heart race a little faster.

His eyebrows pinch together as he pulls out the flash drive. “What do we have here?” He eyes the little device in his large palm, his curiosity peaks, turning the faux surprise genuine. He looks down at you, waiting for your response, but you simply shrug and giggle. “Alright. Alright. Let's see what my girl got me. Yeah?”

He whisks you off your kitten-heeled feet, taking you into his arms, walking down the long hallways of Tanneyhill to his master bedroom. You let out a little gasp as you take everything in, the usual gifts and flowers, but Rafe loves how excited you get each time, regardless.

“Rafey…” You coo, making the high-points of his cheeks blush as you fawn over his sweetness and how well he takes care of you.

“Daddy’s always got you. You know that, princess,” he hums, dressing your new Tiffany necklace around your throat as he kisses his way to your ear. “Can't wait to see what you got me, baby girl.”

"Why don't you get comfortable? And I'll go put something on," you whisper onto his lips, to which he happily obliges.

You stroll over to the nightstand, littered with gifts purchased by Rafe, eyeing the lingerie sets.

“Somethin’ pink, princess,” he aids.

You change quickly, slipping into the matching silk robe before stepping into your heels again. Snagging the flash drive, you pop it into the tv, sauntering toward the bed as Rafe stalks your movements with a preditory stare, waiting for you to drop the delicate fabric.

His eyes are only on you for a moment before the roll back; Rafe grabbing for you fast, drawing you closer. You straddle his legs, feeling his cock, hard between your thighs.

"Tonight is going to be a good night," he smiles; his hands drifting around to your ass, gripping tightly.

"Mmm... All night long?"

"All night long, angel. Gonna make you so dumb you forget your own name,” he chuckles raspily against your glossy lips.

"You want your gift, daddy?"

“This is enough, truly,” he mumbles as he slides your bra straps off your shoulders. “But I'm a greedy man, honey. Let me have it.”

You reach over to the nightstand, grabbing the remote, pressing play. Rafe’s eyes double with his devilish smile as he takes a rough grip on your curves. “Fuck, was this Moracco?” He rasps. “Did you record-” His voice trails off as he watches your naked body come into frame before adjusting the camera slightly, ensuring the perfect angle for him. “Holy shit. My girl looks fuckin’ good,” he moans before slapping your ass. “God damn. C’omere, princess.”

He snaps at the little band of your thong guiding you to slip it off. You finger the clasp of your bra flicking that away before relaxing your back into his muscular chest. Rafe snuggles into you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist as you kiss on camera.

"Look at how good we look. Shit," he sighs; kissing you gently on the neck; drifting up toward your ear. "My own personal pornstar," he groans, sinfully. His soft voice in your ears gives you the giggles. "Ugh... Not the giggle too. Just kill me, princess."

He draws his hands up to your breasts, taking a hold of them, massaging them in his large palms. He circles your nipples slowly, making you whine.

“Fuck, I gotta big dick. You think she’s gonna take it all in that tight little pussy?” He taunts. Rafe’s hand drifts over your naval, lowering to your sex, his other hand resting lightly on your throat.

He massages the inside of your thighs with a heavy hand; dangerously close to where you're craving him most. "Mmm..." you purr. He grabs your chin roughly, directing you toward his lips.

You let out an airy sigh when he slides his fingers through your folds; the tip of his ringed digits dipping in and out of your entrance. His fingers rub around your clit; small waves of pleasure with every stroke of the hand.

“We’re gonna watch this again and again,” his fingers mirror his words; a smile felt against your lips.

“Please, daddy.”

“So polite, princess. So good f’me. Look at you take my cock. Fuck m’givin’ it to you so good," he hums.

"So - So good," you pant as Rafe adds more friction. "Just like that." You plead. Rafe kisses your neck roughly; your heart starts beating faster.

He lets out a wicked laugh as you repeat yourself on camera. “Yes, Rafe just like that. Fuck!” Your desperate cries come pouring out of the tv speakers. He repeats your words teasingly through kisses which only makes you wetter, the squelching of your own pussy making the video hard to hear.

"Bet you can't wait for me to stuff you full of my cock. Hmm? Look at you beg for me. I'm ruining you, honey. Jesus fuck. N’you’re just takin’ me like the whore you are,” he grunts. Rafe adds all four fingers, his strong hands rubbing your bundle of nerves. You hit your crescendo. "That's it, baby," he growls. "Cum for me."

You feel yourself pulsing; shockwaves gripping your body as you ride the waves of your orgasm. Rafe’s fingers slip along your pussy, sinking in and out of your entrance slowly, just playing with you, letting you soak in all your pleasure.

You watch yourself fall apart on camera as Rafe cums with you. The two of you reaching for air, panting and kissing between breathes as he plays with the cum slipping out of your soaked hole, before stuffing it deep inside.

He lift his finger to his lips, sucking them clean before reaching for the remote.

“Round two, princess.”

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dreamisols · 6 months

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｡⋆.luxiem + the things they do for love

—headcanons for how the boys show their love for you in their own little ways —fluff, gn! reader, i dumped this all in one night, update i finally proofread it!, the boys are their personas in the fic, i'm not including a certain someone out of respect :(, please remember that fiction is not equal to reality, always respect the livers! —rimi's ramble: i've always wanted to write for niji (T v T) i'll write for other fandoms too soon!

shu yamino

... entertains you with little light shows

if the people from shu's past life saw him now, he's sure that they would've had a whiplash

the sorcerer admits that he's handled his fair share of deadly curses, especially back in his prime. the delicate fingers brushing through your hair as you lay peacefully on his lap were the same fingers that conjured nightmarish realities towards those who truly deserved his wrath

does he still know all of these curses now? obviously.

can he still cast them as proficiently as before? absolutely.

shu simply chooses not to, so really, he wouldn't blame the people for whatever presumptions and thoughts they would've had about him. he's a man with a notable reputation—though good-natured, still fearful in his own right

his mind drifts along with daydreams as he continues combing through your hair, amused while imagining the terror on their faces upon seeing you so casually sprawled on his lap. no care whatsoever of the fact you're dating a sorcerer, because you trust that you can be vulnerable around your beloved shu

it was a nice change of pace. you're a nice change of pace.

your soft whine breaks shu from his daydream and he can't help but chuckle at the sound. it sounds irritated, but still playful and light. his eyes meet yours when you blink up and speak in a confused daze, "why'd you stop?"

in response, he sends you his signature cheeky grin, "you're gonna grow spoiled if i continue," he jokes, booping your nose "i also wanna show you something."

mumbling a few things under his breath, shu's hands gracefully draw shapes in the air. immediately, a humble array of beautiful sparkling lights and mythical looking creatures dance around the both of you. your mouth gapes in awe, looking at the fantastical sky

"it's a little thing i learned," the sorcerer perks up, adjusting from where he's seated so your back's leaning on his chest. a perfect view to gauge your response. "it's one of the few spells i know that doesn't hurt others. is it nice?"

you nod, still not looking away from the view, "nice? shu, this is breathtaking. i love it"

he leaves a small kiss on your temple, and you feel the smile on his lips as he murmurs a quiet thank you

shu hopes you never find out that he's spent a good chunk of his time learning that spell for you because he knew it would make you smile. and he definitely hopes you never find out that he's willing to do this over and over if it meant you two could always be like this. (that's a lie, he really wants you to know)

ike eveland

... immortalizes you in his work

to say your lover is currently inspired is an understatement

you were convinced that all nine muses had suddenly bestowed gift after gift to him, because you've never seen ike create works at such a speedy rate. he reminds you of a cat overwhelmed with the amount of treats and toys around him, because he keeps on alternating between one thing and the other

though you support your lover's endeavors and encourage him to work to his heart's content, you couldn't help the concern that washes over you when you register the amount of work he has on his plate

now you stand before his room with a mission in mind: make him take a break

maybe also grabbing an opportunity to take a little peek at the content of his works....

you march up with a tray of snacks and a drink in hand, "ike," you call out softly as you shut the door behind you, "i've got some snacks for you"

the novelist perks up at the sound of your voice and immediately turns to face you with a smile

"hello darling," he greets you softly, melodiously, while making quick steps towards you. ike kisses you as gently as he speaks to you, before he flashes an appreciative smile at the sight of your little gift "you really shouldn't have, thank you"

"you need to take a break too, you know" you're quick to comment as you trail after him while he carries the food to his desk. the novelist just hums and nods, and you get the lingering sense that what you said entered one ear and went out the other

you don't even hide the sigh upon noting all the papers scattered around his desk, "i'm serious, ike.." judging by the unfinished thoughts and abruptly cut paragraphs, it seemed like they were all unfinished drafts. "what's gotten you so worked up anyways?"

"you."

it's like he's stating an obvious fact. he replies so quickly and so casually, so unlike the deep thinker you're used to.

you stare at him shocked, while he reaches out to grab some of the said sheets of paper

"i was initially just going to write a cute romantic letter for you, but in the process of writing it, i realized i could somewhat incorporate everything that i feel for you into my actual working project. so i paused in writing the letter and went to writing my draft."

he grabs another few pages from a different pile, and dramatically continues, "but then the more i was thinking of how i felt for you, the more i thought about you in general. you and your pretty self, you'll be the death of me."

"then i realized that if i suddenly started writing about you in that draft, it wouldn't make sense, so i made a new draft just for that."

ike sighs, looking at you with a small pout, "now you can see how it became a cycle from there. really, if anything, you're..." he stops mid-thought, looking straight into your bewildered eyes. you're sure you look like a flustered mess, but you catch the way his eyes carefully map your entire face in adoration as his hand blindly reaches for his notepad

"hang on, i need to hold that thought. i'm getting an idea for yet another work."

luca kaneshiro

... has a whole folder in his notes app dedicated to you

the life of a mafia boss is no joke, you could practically imagine how hectic the day-to-day workload must be

despite your knowledge about luca's line of work, your sweet lover refuses to ever expose you to such ministries underground. he'd indulge you with scraps of information, sure; and the people under him all recognize (and adore) you, yes. but that's just as far as you're gonna get! he doesn't want to risk your safety, and you're beyond grateful for that

but imagination does wonders in filling up for whatever information you're lacking, and you pride yourself with how much your brain's able to conjure on what luca could possibly be doing (though you believe you need to tone down with the gruesome details)

one thing's for certain, there is a lot of things going on in the underworld. a lot of stressful things that leaves even your beloved sunshine of a boyfriend frustrated

his preferred method of blowing off steam? ranting to you

you really don't mind whenever he does since he'd always ask whether you're fine with him talking about it or not, and even with your consent, he really tries to keep everything to a minimum for you. still, that doesn't stop you from empathizing with the struggles and frustrations that come along with his line of work

"i'm really gonna make it up to you, okay?" luca mumbles into the crook of your shoulder, his arms securely wrapped around your frame. you just hummed and kissed his cheek, hugging him back

you regret not taking his words much more seriously

"mister luca kaneshiro, what on earth is this?"

you desperately wish the content of this clipboard was all a joke, or probably something you misread. but judging from the way he giggles like an excited child (which fits the charming grin on his face), you don't think there was a mistake at all

"i said i'm gonna make it up to you! remember?" he chirped before kissing all around your face "we're gonna start with this!"

you blink dumbly at him, "luca... this is a whole week's worth of high class things"

his grin falters and he looks at you with a quizzical stare "wait, does that mean i forgot to print out next week's cruise trip there?"

sometimes you want to take his brain and study it under a microscope.

for a good chunk of time, you scolded luca with how careless and hasty he is with spending, especially when it comes to spoiling you. he retaliates with whines of his own as he childishly pouts and points at the agenda he made for the both of you

"but you said you've always wanted to visit this pop-up cafe since the collab featured is one of your favorite shows! and since you wanna go, then i wanna go too! it even has your preferred drink on the menu, see?"

at some point you tuned out his nonstop rambling, especially when the contents on the clipboard caught your attention. you're quick to realize the entire week's plans are fit exactly to your tastes. all the places and activities are more or less suited to your preferences, and you couldn't help but inwardly applaud luca's attention to detail (he even placed the preferred time according to convenience and comfort)

you don't realize that luca's stopped his persuading rambles when he caught you studying the paper. immediately, a proud grin etches on his face at your astounded look and he puffs his chest in pride,

"i take note of aaalll the things you like and tell me about, y'know? what kind of boyfriend would i be if i didn't know whether- i dunno- my lover would prefer their coffee iced or hot? or, trick question: if they even like coffee at all?"

upon seeing your poorly-concealed smile, he beams a smile of his own and kisses the corner of your lips, "just allow me to spoil you and show you my love, yeah?"

vox akuma

... makes a promise ring

"red really does suit you, darling"

vox chuckles when he sees you visibly shiver from the sheer intimacy of his actions. he can't blame you though, not when he's looking at you so affectionately as he gently plays with your hand

one by one, he leaves trails of kisses on your fingers. his lips trailing and mapping each and every area as if he was worshiping you. it feels light and dreamy, the way he's showering you in affection, you really can't help the way your heart swells

the demon is truly a man of his word, an ironic statement you've come to realize given how long you've been dating him. where in stories demons are usually depicted as deceitful beings, the one standing before you is nothing but sincere

he had always been someone who emphasizes the importance of promises, and with his background, you've come to understand why

it's in his principle that promises are meant to be taken seriously. they require mutual trust and a deeper sense of connection between the individuals after all. for instance, when you broke down and told vox all your troubles one time, he wrapped you in his wine colored coat and held you to his chest. you can hear the silent oath he made to always be there for you like you were there for him

but some promises between you two are more silly. like the time he accidentally ate the remaining dessert in the fridge despite you clearly stating over and over again how it was yours. the poor man had to endure your glares and pouts through fits of amused laughter. he finally gave in when he realized you'd playfully dodge his kisses, and made a lighthearted promise to not touch whatever food you said is yours and even compensate by cooking for you that night (the food was divine)

other times, it would sometimes come in the form of affection. simple and direct to the point, but as effective as ever. if he ever had to run late due to some errands or because he's meeting up with his friends, he'll always let you know prior with a gentle kiss on your forehead. a silent way of saying that the moment he's done, he's rushing home to nobody but you

vox really is a man of his word

the ring fitting snuggly around your finger is yet another form of his vows

the red jewel glimmers and winks at you, a lustrous ruby shade strikingly similar to the shade of red your beloved voice demon loves to parade around in.. and the fact that the both of you are wearing similar rings is surely bound to have heads turning to your direction.

you're snapped out of your trance when you feel vox playing with the cool metal wrapped snuggly on your finger. instead of a smug smirk or a devilish grin, his lips are formed into the smallest of smiles. a soft and content smile. he looks at the ring like it's the one thing that genuinely makes him happy, and you understand why

vox gave you a ring not because he wants to own you, but because he trusts you'll never break his greatest oath

"promise you'll take care of it?" he asks, guiding your hand to rest where his heart is—his greatest and most vulnerable vow

"i promise"

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sphireath-wisp · 6 months

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#To Live, Not Survive.

Sypnosis: I think finding reasons to live in others is one of the most intimate and beautiful things ever. Like, "yes, I want to live one more day, to wake up in the morning and drag my tired feet across roads to see you - because what would I do without you?" So, I wanted to write that out!

Warnings: Not Proofread, some quotes I made myself (so they might be a little cringy?), messy interchanging grammar, all characters in Sae's section are aged up including Sae himself, cursing, Sae and reader are the biggest situationship ever, Sae's section gets lowkey suggestive at the end(?)

Note: Finding a reason to live in others does not mean fully using others and relying on them as your only reason to live - that is unhealthy and there should be a balance of self-sufficiency and independence in everyone.

Featuring: Michael Kaiser, Rin Itoshi, Sae Itoshi, Reo Mikage x GN! Reader

Michael Kaiser

"It's not every day I let someone waltz into my life and hang around me, so be honored. I don't let just anyone poke their nose into my business, so feel special. You pried your way into my heart and I chose you because I like you, so I'm gonna make you feel special and you have no say in it." - Sphireath-wisp

"You're home early." You throw off your shoes before he quickly pulls you into a tight hug. Kaiser lets you out of his embrace with a low chuckle, tucking your hair behind your ear as you continue, "I was supposed to make dinner tonight. If I had known you'd reach home early, I would've started preparing already."

You frown. "You might have to wait a little longer for dinner tonight then. Why didn't you tell me anyway?"

"It's fine," Kaiser brushes it off with a mischievous grin - you can already tell he has something planned. His hands clasp yours in his, a gentle tug towards the dining table without much explanation. You follow him in the dim lighting, eyes sparkling at the candlelit dinner on the table. The scented candles fill the room with the sweet smell of vanilla and cast a warm glow on the plates of food, all of which range from your home country's traditional dishes to your own personal favorites - there's even German food.

Pleasantly surprised, you question, "Woah, what's the special occasion?"

"Nothing much. Just felt like celebrating us, Meine Liebe." He hums, voice smooth as honey. He pulls out your chair, gesturing for you to sit first. The ends of your lips curve up - he was always such a gentleman with you. Getting comfortable in your seat, your eyes travel to the food again, euphoria swirling in you when you're reminded that he did this for you and only you.

By the time you look up, he's seated across from you. "This is amazing, babe." You comment and pull your plate closer to you. Kaiser begins dinner with you, placing a cut of schnitzel on your plate first before serving himself. "Go ahead, start eating," Kaiser grins from ear to ear, eagerly anticipating a favorable reaction from you.

"...Hey, it's pretty good! I didn't know you could cook."

"Germans tie a lot of importance to family and the community. I learned a few recipes from my family when I was younger." He took a bite out of his food.

"So this is why you had that shit-eating grin when I came home? Because you wanted to surprise me?" You gaze at him, the corner of your eyes crinkling when you can't help but smile. A little playful banter always made dinner fun. "I wonder which 'top 10 things to do for someone special' website you searched for."

Kaiser gasps, nudging you from under the table and earning an amused laugh from you. The latter rolled his eyes. "You know," Kaiser starts, "you're more than just someone special, der Liebling." Pink is dusted on your cheeks when you hear him speak. "Really? Is that so?"

"Do you not believe you're more than just special to me?" He scoffs. "I don't let just anyone become my significant other, so be honored." Kaiser points his fork at you. "I did all of this because you're special to me, so feel special, Meine Liebe."

And he wasn't saying this just to be romantic. No, he set up this dinner with you in mind. He researched and followed recipes to a tee because he wanted you to like them. He bought candles and put his whole heart and soul into them so you would feel special - because you are.

You're really something, you know that?

He didn't mind pampering you and spoiling you to no end. He's found purpose in reminding you that this relationship is worth investing into, worth all of the time and fights, worth all of the misunderstandings. He's found joy in helping you, in letting you rely on him when you need assistance in anything honestly. Maybe he was just power-hungry. Having you lean on him meant that he was in control, but Kaiser is genuinely fond of you trusting him enough to be vulnerable around him. Plus, it's cute and he can tease you all night about it.

"I do feel special." You say with hearts in your eyes, "But still, why the grand gesture?"

Kaiser leans in, warm gaze meeting yours. "I chose to do this because I love you and I'm gonna make you feel treasured - no matter what." You pause, blush creeping up your cheeks.

"You're so cheesy."

"You love that about me, don't you?"

Rin Itoshi

"I haven't shown you the extent of my passion. I need you to see me win because that's what I promised you - a future where you feel safe with me, where I can experience both your sorrows and joy, a future where I can walk next to you and recite to the world how lucky I am to have you. Please, let me prove this to you." - Sphireath-wisp

"You know Rin," You began suddenly, staring blankly at him. " I would marry you if you asked me to." The striker almost drops his pen at your words, his heart almost stops in his chest but continues to drum against his ribs. He glances at you from across the table, resting his cheek on his hand and effectively covering the lower half of his face - just in case he was blushing.

"Hah? Don't declare something like that as a joke." or so he chides. You have to be joking. He's positive you're joking because that's the only way he can play this situation off without it etching into his memory and replaying it in his mind. It'll haunt him for who knows how long and his heart will explode. Be a little more merciful with him, won't you? You don't know how strong of an effect you actually have on him.

"I'm not!" The words the irrational, illogical part of him was elated to hear aloud. You only reaffirm yourself even more when he doubts you, a pout on your face. "I'm being serious, Rin. I thought about it and everything."

"For how long? Ever since you sat down and stared at me (something he pretended that he wasn't distracted by) doing my homework 5 minutes ago?" You watch his eyebrows furrow and gaze harden. "(Name)... don't go deciding who you'll marry so early on."

"I only needed 5 minutes," You proudly announce, legs swinging back and forth under the table. "Doesn't that tell you that I needed little time to consider because I was so sure you're the one I wanna marry, my future husband?" Rin's head swerves elsewhere and you lightly kick him in the shin, under the assumption that he was so dumbfounded by your reasoning that he refuses to even look in your direction.

And you were right - half-right. He was dumbfounded, bewildered, stunned to the point that his composure had been rudely thrown out of the window. The deep breath he took - which you presumed to be an exasperated sigh - didn't help calm the intense pounding in his chest, he could still hear it loud and clear in his ears. He scowled, a heat he was forced to get accustomed to pooling in the apple of his cheeks and taking a physical form as hues of deep red on the tip of his ears. He can't risk facing you in this state.

In normal circumstances, he would label you as an idiot like he usually does, though he never actually means harm. He'd sigh at you and give you this 'seriously?' stare that told you he isn't on the same boat as you, so it won't matter to him if you're sinking. Now, you're the one spouting out poetic lines and you know exactly what you're doing to him - he's positive. Terrible, really, you truly have no consideration for his poor heart.

"What exactly were you daydreaming of during those 5 minutes? What was so convincing that it made you want to marry me, huh?" Rin presses on further.

"I love you. You stood up for me and defended me so many times. You reminded me and constantly drilled into my head that I shouldn't settle for less." and... silence, an uncomfortable one at that.

"That's it?" Rin's face scrunches up as if he was expecting more than just that. "That's all it takes?" He was no good with words, so it came out more harsh than planned. "Come on, there has to be more than that."

You stopped taking the conversation lightheartedly with the sudden change. Your gut churns uncomfortably in you. Your smile fades. "...Am I forgetting something?" Was he expecting you to list out everything he did? Did he think you forgot?

"No, it's just-" Rin curses himself. Pressing his thumb and middle finger on the temple of his head, he rubs his temples in circles and hurriedly slaps words together that he hoped would get his message across. "You can't marry someone for just... that. I won't let you."

You fidget with your hands on the table and he notices your discomfort - he hates this feeling of guilt that stabs his gut, he had forgotten how easy it is for his mouth to run. Stacking his hand on yours, he envelops your hand with the warmth of his - you accept despite everything.

"I'm... not that good at communicating. I still need time." Rin admits something he knew he needed to face if he wanted to be worthy of becoming your husband. He won't allow himself to take up the title of your future husband just yet. "There are still things I want to do to prove I'll always be there for you."

He has always been fighting to prove himself. In soccer, it's to beat Sae. Now, it's embedded in his daily life - whether it's planning dates or learning about you and himself - to prove himself to you that he's worth it. He finds purpose in improving himself and his attitude outside of soccer - to finally convince himself and you that he deserves you. "Don't go calling me your future husband. I'll get complacent before I can show you how far I'll go for you."

Your tense shoulders drop. Lovestruck eyes stare back at him as a relieved sigh escapes you. "Rin..." His name rolls off your tongue in a way that makes him remember just why your voice was his favorite sound, "I love you."

He rubs your knuckles as a silent 'I love you'/apology for the misunderstanding - he'll have to hurry up and learn how to phrase his words better in the future to avoid mishaps like this.

Sae Itoshi

"Humans were so desperate to understand each other that we created languages - both verbal and non-verbal. Isn't that the same for us? For a long time, we didn't know what to say or how to tell each other things so tender, to be vulnerable around each other, but we still wanted to know each other. You squeezed my hand, I squeezed yours - and I telepathically knew." - Sphireath-wisp

Sae can't help but let out a sigh, exhausted from the match that his team won. The tension he held in his body during the match released with the relieving announcement that he won, that all of his efforts didn't go down the drain, and left behind his worn-out body.

He wasn't fond of the idea of joining his teammates for an after-match celebration at the indoor barbecue grill just down the street. Sae was more than aware it would eventually end with them drinking the night away. He burned up enough energy during the fan meet-and-greet - the last thing he wanted was another few hours of putting up with his teammates' antics.

However, he couldn't, not with you in the equation. Oliver butted in during Sae's private phone call with you. Despite all of his objections and retorts directed toward Oliver, him and that smooth voice of his coaxed you into tagging along. Now that you were dragged along with them, he had to keep you close. He's not letting you hang around alone with them, he can't stomach the thought of them bringing you home.

It was a joyous occasion - or at least it was supposed to be. You could notice the glares Sae was shooting Oliver every time he poured another drink for you, the way Sae insisted he should sit between you and Shidou so you could sit at the very end of the seats. Everyone raised their glasses and you followed suit, but Sae always reminded you: "Don't force yourself to if you don't want to. Don't drink too much."

Sae lowers his glass after the collective "cheers", chugging it down with ease. Silently, he chews on his food, eyes occasionally glancing at you to check if you're okay. One sign of his discomfort and he's out of there with you - perhaps he was hoping the both of you could get out there as soon as possible.

He'll put you first this time - something he rarely does for anyone else because he's at his very core, egocentric. If you're enjoying this, he supposes it's okay.

"Hey Sae," You pour him a drink as everyone else is absorbed in their own conversations, the alcohol adding a slight flush to your face and the tips of your ears, "are you happy?"

He takes a moment to process your question, the alcohol having its own effect on him. "...yeah, why? Are you not?"

"I am, very actually. I'm happy you won. You worked hard for it and you deserved it," you add - being tipsy does certainly make it easier to express yourself to the midfielder as it causes you to begin rambling a little, "You just seem a little... upset?"

Things between you and him go quiet and you glance away. "No, never mind. Forget I said anything-"

"Yeah, I am. I want to go home." Sae speaks bluntly - he's always like this, but it seemed much harder with you. It was as if he had to be careful when it came to you, scrutinize and pick every word to make sure the message he wanted to get across wasn't distorted.

"You can always go, you know? I'm sure your team would understand," You say between bites. He's painfully reminded that you aren't his, that as much as he wants to tell you that he wants to go home with you - he just can't cross that line between friendship and something even bigger. Sae takes calculated risks, but his feelings aren't numbers, he can't decipher this.

His hand accidentally brushes against yours and your skin feels like it was on fire against his touch. Goosebumps made their mark across your body and he notices when you shiver. Under the table, you cautiously reach out for his wrist.

"Sorry, can I?" You mumble, looking elsewhere. You can't bear to meet his gaze right now, it'll melt you. Sae's hands reply by enveloping yours, intertwining fingers. He holds your hand tighter and it feels electric. You can feel every callous, his fingertips hovering over your skin. You look at Sae, making eye contact with him.

He's focused on you, hooked onto the way your hand was practically made for him. It fit so perfectly in his. He couldn't get enough. You started this, so you better finish this was the look Sae gave you, grip hardening when you reached out for your cup.

"Wanna get out of here?"

You watch his gaze soften, melting like honey. He's grateful you can understand him so effortlessly because he doesn't mind treating you better than any of his teammates could. He's sure to learn about you with time, he'll know you like the back of his hand. He lives for the way you already know what to say to him. He feels heard around you.

He's no good at anything else but soccer, so he's found a new passion burning in him to understand you - how you could sit there and look so pretty, eyes clouded and hazy, tips of your ears flushed a pretty red along with the skin of your neck and collarbone. You'll surely explain to him your secret to making him feel so warm inside by tonight, it'd be quite selfish of you to keep things like that to yourself because he wants payback.

"I've been waiting for you to say that."

Reo Mikage

"Not to sound traumatized, but it feels unreal that someone can miss you and want you around so often. I feel like every worry within me keeps repeating, "Until when? until when?" and the people I love and that love confirms, "As long as you'd like."" - Schuylerpeck //tumblr

"Oh! Let's get-"

"Reo, sweetheart." You interject.

"But, I can-"

"No. You are not buying me anything else." Your hand wraps around his wrist, a borderline desperate tug on his arm, "I won't let you." You say firmly and the way your eyebrows furrow tells him that you aren't pleased at all.

"I'm sorry!" He blurts out before you can get any more upset at him, guilt weighing heavy on his shoulders when he realizes he overdid it. "I didn't mean to, I just wanted to spoil you. Your favorite bouquet of flowers was right at the display."

You let out a vexed sigh. "As much as I want to say 'it's okay' and let it slide, I'm not going to." Your hand reaches out to carry the shopping bags of items he had bought for you previously, not a single care in the world, and everything paid for with the swipe of his card.

"No, I insist," Reo holds the shopping bag in his other hand, preventing you from reaching it and earning a huff from you. "Baby, I really mean it when I can afford this. I'm sorry I made you upset, but you deserve this."

Reo slowly slips his hand into yours, relief washing over her in waves when you don't resist. "Baby?"

"Yes?" You answer - you always do, to his relief. You're terrible at being strict with him and even worse at being mad at him when he stares back at you, voice gentle and eager to do anything and everything for you. He was at your every beck and call, but you didn't want to abuse that privilege.

"Do you forgive me?" He wants to make sure, he needs to. He won't be able to put his mind to rest if he isn't 101% certain you aren't mad at him or else he might splurge again. If his kisses and charms didn't work, perhaps lady luck will be on his side and you'll spot something you want - then Reo can swoop you off your feet and satisfy that desire of yours.

You narrow your eyes.

"Is that a no?"

"I'm still thinking."

"Do you want to visit our favorite cafe? We can sit down there and rest for a bit. We have been walking for a while. Do your feet hurt? I can carry you! I'll call my chauffeur-"

You sigh, causing Reo to pause and frown.

He feels like he's going crazy in the silence and you feel your own heart clench at how disheartened he looks. You hug his arm to catch his attention.

"Listen, Reo," He stays silent, fully prepared to absorb your words and burn them into his memory, "I'm here because I want to hang out with you. I'm not here because I want a new pair of shoes or more perfume - because if that was the case, I would've just asked you for money. I'm here for you, we could go eat pizza instead of some high-end restaurant and I honestly wouldn't care because you're with me."

"I appreciate the gesture and how you insist you'll pay for all of my expenses," You quickly snatch a bag from his grasp when his guard is lowered, "but I'm not a child. I'm independent too. We have to learn to share our burdens and troubles together in this relationship, okay?"

"You're right," he admits without an ounce of shame and he's a fast learner. He's still a natural charmer, leaning in for a chaste kiss on your forehead. "You're so right. I'm so lucky to have you."

He feels this indescribable joy, to the point where the smooth-talker himself can't put it into words. You're there for him and you always will be, it puts his heart at ease, and it helps him breathe easier. You're engraved into his daily routine and life, but gosh, he can't get enough of you and all the surprises that come along with you.

"Do you forgive me now?" He hums, a little more confident. The lingering voice in the back of his head that drives his mind to the worst possible scenario becomes a little more quiet.

"Of course I do," You press a soft kiss on his cheek.

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mcflurryxx · 2 months

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I want part two please! English is not my first language but I think it's well written and I love the fluff, I wanna read more 🥺

The fire we share

Alastor x fem!reader. pt.2 pt.1 <- click!

genre: fluff + suggestive

word count: 1.7k

warnings: suggestive! neck biting, bite marks, hickeys, kissing and bold touches. (no real smut included tho.) lemme know if i missed any.

Summary: After Alastor has realized his feelings for you, he's been awfully distant. He wants to keep on doing it, until you decide to interfere.

a/n: Thank you so much for the sweetest words, my lovely anon! I honestly had no idea you guys are gonna like that! I appreciate your feedback with all of my heart, yall are the fluffiest. Lots of love. (Also it took me SO long and I'm sorry if it's shitty.)

Please keep in mind that English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistakes in advance.

After that night, when Alastor returned to the hotel later than normally, the night when your heart accelerated uncontrollably at the edge of losing consciousness, you were constantly dreaming about his lips pressed to the top of your hand. The butterflies never left you and soon you've realized that your feelings might've changed drastically.

You were always trying to find the radio demon, send him one of the most precious smiles of yours and ask him how his day went. Although it wasn't as simple as it sounds. He's grown painfully distant towards you. Ever since that stupid gesture. He's been distant to the point you started to question everything you've ever done, anything you've ever said.

The sound of a subtle, yet audible scratching on the back of your door brought you out of the deep depths of your thoughts, making you stop thinking about the man who had your mind twisted, at least for a moment. You moved from your bed, making your way towards the door.

As soon as you grabbed the handle, opening the door to look out, a familiar, tall and elegant silhouette made you week in your knees. Your eyes sparkled slightly, but you decided not to say anything. Well, at least until you noticed the shallow claw marks, covering the front of your door.

"Did you do this?" You asked with your brow raised, but unfortunately haven't received any answer.

"Alastor, I said, did you do this?" You rised your voice just a bit, realizing he's not going to speak anyway. Your shaking hand reached upwards, towards his slender arm. You gently ran your fingers along the sleeve of his scarlet coat, finishing at his wrist where you stopped with a bit of hesitation.

Alastor squirmed a little, albeit he never rejected you. He hated physical touch. You were expecting him to yell at you, push you away and ask to never talk to him again, but.. None of those things ever happened. The radio demon slowly, but firmly enough, grabbed your wrist with his free hand, guiding you straight to the top of his head. You felt the delicate red hair under your fingertips. With a hint of blush, you started playing with the strands of his silky hair, stroking it softly and affectionately.

Your actions resulted in a muffled groan escaping Alastor's lips.

"Right there.." He managed to whisper despite the growing heat upon his face. He didn't even dare to look you in the eye, nor say a mere word.

As you continued on caressing his sensitive scalp, he blessed your ears with more soft groans and little gasps. You couldn't believe how cute he actually was.

You smiled and scratched him behind his ear, forcing him to let out another gasp. "Still mad at me?" You stopped your actions for a moment, getting lost in his deep, crimson eyes easily.

"I've never been!" He chuckled in his characteristic way, acting as if absolutely nothing happened, which caught you off guard. "Heavens, how could i be mad at you, my darling!" His usual grin returned to his face.

"But you.. Were avoiding me?" You took a quick glance at his hands, glued to his cane. They were trembling again. You knew something was horribly off.

"Me? Nonsense." He brushed you off completely, making you even more pissed at this point.

You took a deep breath, placing your hand on top of his shaking one. With a subtle, reassuring smile, you decided to end this shitty show of his.

"Dear, please tell me what's wrong. Ever since that night when.. W-Well, when you kissed my hand, you've been acting distant towards me. Did i do something wrong? Something to upset you?"

Your words were slow and sweet just like pink colored marshmallows.

Alastor looked down, finally accepting his defeat. He sighed, intertwining your fingers together. "My dearest, it's been hard lately. I've began feeling so weird and i couldn't understand why. Earlier that night when I kissed your hand, I visited cannibal town and took an advice from my other friend." He squeezed your hand tighter. "She told me I'm not sick or anything. And that my disease is just.."

You tilted your head curiously, eager to know the rest of the story.

"Well it's just.. Love." He let out a narrow chuckle, trying to regain his confidence. "Yet i don't know what 'love' is."

You two stood there in silence, admiring each other's presence. Surprisingly, you understood him very well. Due to your lack of experience in serious relationships in the past, sometimes even you had asked yourself what love really was.

"Alright, I know what you're trying to say. And although it might be hard for you, you have to remember I'm always by your side." You gave him a charming smile, caressing the palm of his hand with your finger. "Besides, your feelings are mutual. You don't have to be aware of what the exact feeling is, yeah? I feel the same."

Alastor felt his cheeks getting redder and redder the more you spoke. For the first time in forever, he felt truly understood.

The radio demon leaned closer to you, hovering mere inches over your strawberry lips. He wanted to do this, really bad, yet the truth is..

..he has absolutely no idea how to kiss.

You giggled with literal hearts in your eyes. "it's okay, let me do it." You grabbed his cheek brushing your thumb against it with so, so much care. Alastor closed his eyes, awaiting your next move, his entire body shivering in anticipation. You carefully captured his lips, leading the kiss and keeping it soft, allowing the demon to adjust and learn from it.

One kiss turned into two, two turned into three.

Each one was filled with furious feelings, hidden deep inside of their hearts and finally spilling out. The two held hands the entire time until they broke apart, gasping for air.

you giggled adorably, sitting on the couch and pulling the man after you. Alastor took a seat close to you, his eyes turned towards you and the feelings inside of them? It's impossible to define it and put it into words. "Now that you can kiss me..." You smiled cheekily. "Did you know you can also kiss somebody's neck?"

Alastor blushed once again, his ears twitching a bit at the thought of learning a new skill by your side. He smiled charmingly, rising from the couch. "Well, as much as i want to please you and allow you to teach me another skill, that would have to wait, doll."

You smiled at the new pet name.

"Why so?"

"I'm afraid it's about time for my radio broadcast!" He exclaimed joyfully, getting back to his previous confidence.

"Oh, alright. Have fun, Alastor!"

You moved from your seat and took a step closer to him. Adjusting his bow tie, you said goodbye to him with a little smirk.

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It's been an hour since Alastor left for his daily broadcast. You were bored and after a whole sixty minutes of missing him and doing nothing in particular, you decided to pay him a little visit.

But before you go, you have to make some tea for him!

(You carried it all the way with you!)

With a porcelain cup of tea in one of your hands, you knocked into the door twice.

"Who's this?" You heard from the other side of the door. Somehow, you were certain he knew it was you. It was possible to guess how much he's smiling.

You entered the radio station, closing the door behind you. "Hello, sweetheart. I've got some tea for you. It seems to be your favorite one, I suppose?" You smirked at him, placing the fancy cup in front of him, careful not to disturb his work. He reached his hand in your direction, encouraging you to come closer. His slightly reddening cheeks made your heart melt. Seeing them so often fills your entire being up with pure joy.

You straddled his lap, smiling innocently and enjoying the moment together as much as you could. Alastor rested his hand on the small of your back, trying to hold the eye contact. "Remember when you told me about the neck kissing?" He began in a heavy, seductive whisper. You shivered before nodding your head.

"Well, dolly, I think you underestimated me."

Alastor pulled you closer to him, now having you leaning against his chest. He licked your neck slowy and sensually, his usual cocky smile present also this time. Surprised, you let out a soft gasp, biting your lip to prevent more from coming. The radio demon repeated his gesture, then suddenly sinking his sharp teeth into the flesh between your neck and your shoulder. You squirmed on his lap, a high pitched whine escaping your trembling lips.

"Oh, doll.." He whispered, gasping as well as he moved to suck on your neck in several places. You couldn't help but moan helplessly, letting him do exactly whatever he wants to you. He left many reds and purples upon your fragile skin, painful bruises scattered allover you. You had your eyes closed, your love for the crimson demon increasing with every passing minute.

Alastor smirked just the way you liked it, kissing every single mark he's left on you. After you regained some of your composure, you noticed a red, flickering light next to the microphone. Your eyes widened, hand grasping your own mouth.

"Is.. I-Is the mic still on?" You stuttered, holding onto the last bit of comforting hope, pushing yourself into the foolish belief that the red, little thing meant something totally different. "Oh? It seems I must've left the mic on, haha! How unprofessional of me, please forgive me, darling."

Alastor stated with a mischievous smirk upon his slightly flushed face. The sarcasm in his voice was hitting you directly in the eye, letting you know that he might aswell have done that on purpose. You hid your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his calming scent and trying to survive the severe embarrassment. Alastor placed his gloved hand against your hair, petting it lovingly. "It seems that the entire town had managed to witness your angelic voice. Why not let them?"

You buried yourself deeper into his neck, hitting his shoulder with your pale hand. "Asshole."

"I liked the other ones more."

Also, I'm doing requests!

#hazbin hotel alastor x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel Alastor x you #hazbin hotel Alastor #radio demon #fanfiction #x reader #fluff #hazbin hotel fluff

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ronearoundblindly · 19 days

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Kissing, lighting and sleepy sex for Hideout Steve and Reader?

I am not prepared. My feels...they shall be too deep and endless. I shall try anyway.

From this dirty ask game for this AU series where Nomad Steve lets motel-employee!Reader soothe his touch-starved body. Lawd, halp me, this is about to get crunk in a tooth-rotting, put-some-pillows-beneath-you you're-gonna-faint type o' way. [y'all can't tell I drank during the eclipse today, right? I'm subtle? Cool.] MINORS DNI.

K - Kissing

ACK My heart! Or rather, there is something deeply adoring for Steve when you kiss his chest, over his heart. It makes him feel just that much more like a person who lives in this world, who belongs in this world, who will return one day to this world...

His hands are also a big one--no, not just actually big hands, but important to show love to because he uses them for such violence. Each kiss is like a little touch of forgiveness for what he's done or had to do with those hands. He appreciates the trust it takes, too, to kiss his palms, when he could easily stop you breathing (sorry, that sounds dark, but Nomad was in a dark place, okay, bad things occur to him now).

Steve loves to kiss your stomach, and it might be somewhat taboo to say, but he has a touch of that crawl-back-home-for-safety comfort thing going on when he presses close and holds your center to him. It's not a mommy kink or roleplay, per se; he relishes the connectedness of being one and curling up against you is the only non-sexual way he knows how to achieve that--like in Chapter 3 when he falls asleep in that position.

As far as leaving marks though? Steve can emphatically say 'hell no,' not on purpose. Pain is a bit, meh, weird for him because he heals so quickly. He might not even notice if you did bite or bruise him. He certainly wouldn't see it in the morning. He does not in any way associate marks with love or affection since he only ever saw them on himself after fights or on women (including his Ma) after being abused.

That is not love to Steve.

It's control, it's dominance, it's inequality, and he fucking hates it.

L - Lighting

Steve entirely defers to you on whether there are actual lights on or off. He likes to use his senses to explore and enjoy you, so without light is fine. He's just here for you.

Steve does, however,--no spoilers for Chapter 5--like ambiance such as candles or something dim and colorful. He thinks you'd look unbelievably perfect beside a sparkling Christmas Tree. He hopes to celebrate (all holidays and birthdays and everything) openly with you some day. The sooner the better.

(Except, no audience for him making love to you under those twinkling lights, please. He's staunchly opposed to that sort of thing.)

S - Sleepy Sex

So, again, no spoilers for Chapter 5, but once Steve gets comfortable with oral sex he is comfortable with oral sex, if you catch my drift.

If he wakes up first, he's on you in some way, arms and legs draped over you, kissing any place he can get to, man-handling you just enough to start something he 100% will finish. He's just...uh god, so attentive.

With the super senses and being a fugitive though, it's not often that you can wake up before him, truly, which limits or completely removes the ability to surprise him with a blowjob, but he will dreamily let you roam wherever your mouth and hands take you. As long as there's lots of contact. As much as possible really. Like lay your arms across his thighs and abs while playing with him. Maybe put your body over one of his legs and ride his foot if you need to. He must feel attached in some way. Cold, distant, or separated does not do it for him.

Here's my absolute, I-will-die, favorite thing about Hideout Steve though: when he's tired/fatigued/worn out/sleepy, he gets louder.

Much. Much. Louder, babes.

No cursing, mostly, but all the moans and groans and whining are totally dialed up. And I don't know about y'all, but I can't really think of anything fucking sexier than Nomad Steve screaming that he's gonna come.

🥵

Thank you for asking!

A/N: Here lies Ro in a puddle. She made up a man she wants and will never have.

[Main Masterlist; Hideout Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

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leilani-lily · 2 months

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~Oh Deer~ (Chapter 1)

... So this idea for an Alastor x reader (kinda?) story popped in my brain, and has refused to leave me no matter how hard I try.

Have I written fanfiction recently? Hell no.

Do I even know how to write for an AroAce character? No but I'm gonna do my damndest to represent him properly (and also relying on outer sources so I'm not offending anyone).

Do I feel like a complete fool for being sucked back into the fanfiction world and re-entering with a freakin Hazbin Hotel fic? ABSOOOO-FREAKIN-LUTELY.

But here we are. The writing gods have spoken. And they have declared that I write this story out so my poor brain can focus on other things like work.

Figured I'd share so it's just not on my computer all lonely. Will be a slow burn so fair warning. Let's be real, the deer boi needs love. But not overly romantic love. Just, someone he ends up really caring about and becoming his favourite.

SYNOPSIS: AroAce! Alastor x Chef!Singer! Reader. The hotel is looking to hire a chef to prepare meals for the staff/guests. Somehow you're hired and you begin your new life. And somehow end up becoming close to a certain Radio Demon. Word Count: 1.8 K

Chapter 1 under the cut. Enjoy I guess? ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

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Ok, deep breaths y/n. Remember to smile.

You felt your lips curl up into a strained grin as if to fight off the nerves in your chest, your grip tightening on the flyer in your fist. This could go either two ways. One, you get the job and are able to live a life of somewhat normality. Or two, you get hung from the tippy top of the building by your own intestines. With your legs chopped off. And one of your arms sticking out of your ass.

Gotta love Hell and it’s creative subjects.

You shake your head out of those terrible thoughts, surely it wouldn’t be that bad?? When you saw the original broadcast on the 666 News, you couldn’t stop thinking how nice the Princess of Hell actually was. And building an entire hotel to help her subjects reform into something better was, perhaps a little optimistic in your opinion, but it made you admire her gumption and her love for her subjects.

So later when you found the flyer in search of a chef at the very same establishment the princess was hoping to fill… well, it somehow managed to get you all the way here. Standing at the doorsteps of the very lonely looking hotel on the hill.

You had to admit it wasn’t the look you had imagined, but hey, this was Hell. You had seen worse. And everyone has to start somewhere. Including yourself, arm still poised ready to knock yet not yet making the motion.

You felt so stupid, you had been standing here for almost 10 minutes now just trying to get the courage to enter the damn building. You sigh to yourself and shake out the jitters. Alright, let’s just do this. Once again, you smile, puff out your chest and raise your arm high in the air, ready to strike with a newfound courage.

“Well folks, looks like the little lady is finally ready to take the leap! Will she follow through with her actions? Or will she choke and back out of the fight? Let’s tune in and find out~”

You felt your heart nearly leap out of your chest as you whip your head around to look behind you. A tall demon clad in red and ruby eyes stood behind you, a wickedly wide grin filling his face as he points what appears to be a microphone in your direction. You stare at it dumbly, then make eye contact with him again. He remains poised, half lidded eyes seeming to hold a sparkle of impish joy. His eyes flicker from you, to your raised arm, and back to you. After a embarrassingly long time of connecting the dots, you finally extend your arm closer to the door, never breaking focus on the demon behind you (you can't help but notice he raises his microphone even closer to you), and give the door a good solid knock.

“AND SHE’S DONE IT FOLKS, what a display!!” He pulls the microphone back to himself, as you continue to stare dumbfounded “The form, the elegance, it could almost make a grown Imp cry. Let's give her a hand people.” He begins to clap as a roar of applause plays from… somewhere.

You couldn’t tell if this guy was being sarcastic or genuine, but the whole absurdity of it all, plus the bundle of nerves you were feeling earlier, seemed to bubble up inside of you and you couldn't help a little snort escape. The red demon’s grin widened as he ceases his clapping, stepping closer to you as you continue to giggle.

“Ahhh now isn’t that better. A much nicer smile than the one you were faking earlier. Besides, there’s no need to be so shy my dear. This hotel is always happy to accept wayward demons looking for reformation!”

Upon hearing his words, you turn to face him and put your hands up “Oh nono, I’m not here to-”

“Ohoho~! and what’s this you have here?” Before you can finish your sentence, the tall demon ripped the flyer out of your hand and inspected it quickly, before turning back to you. His half-lidded gaze was now round with surprise, his grin becoming even wider (which you didn’t even think was possible).

“So THAT explains the nerves from before! And here I was just thinking you were a timid little thing. But a business woman! Now that I can admire.” He smiles at you almost impressed and leans in closer, your noses almost touching.

“Tell me my dear, can you make a good jambalaya? Or perhaps a hearty gumbo with cornbread on the side~?”

You were so flustered with the speed of everything happening (plus the close proximity of this demon you had just met certainly didn’t help). All you could manage was a jumbled “Uhh, well yes I-!”

“WONDERFULLLL~!" He straightens up again and you sigh with relief. “I’ll be sure to test you on such skills. But for now we should-”

The front doors of the hotel suddenly burst open and a short gray female stands before you, with long silvery hair and an eyepatch. She looks at you for a moment, before turning her gaze at the red demon and giving him a scowl.

“Alastor, what the HELL took you so long, you should’ve been back ages ago. And quit creeping out new potential clients.” Her gaze adverts back to you, expression softening ever so slightly, “Seriously, if he’s bothering you-” “Oh Vaggie my dear, no need to be so hostile. I was simply going over business with our newest chef!” he brings his long fingers up behind your shoulder and pulls you in close against his chest, making you yelp a moment before regaining composure. You could sense this so-called 'Vaggie' demon tense, eyes flickering between the two of you. You felt as if your brain was sputtering to catch up with the current conversation (he WORKS here??!) before finally realizing what he had just called you. You sneak a look at him, and he gives you a quick wink before focusing back on the female before him.

“Now be a doll and have Nifty tidy up one of the rooms, preferably one of a reasonable size and close to the kitchen. And call upon Charlie as well, she’ll DEFINITELY want to meet our newest addition!”

The female in front of you shot a glare at Alastor (you quickly noted these two did not seem to get along), but then flicked her gaze back at you. After a moment, she sighed and turned back into the building as she followed the male demon’s orders. You couldn’t help but notice how Alastor’s grip on you tightened ever so slightly as a chuckle escaped his lips, static humming ever so louder in amusement. He himself began to walk into the hotel, guiding you along with him.

"Now then. We’ll have to introduce you to everyone, as well as get you to fill in the proper paperwork, give you a proper tour of the place and-!”

“Wait wait,” you stop walking, causing him to halt. You notice a slight twitch in his eye and his hand squeezes you for a moment. He doesn’t like to be interrupted, duly noted. You take a breath.

“Sorry, uh for interrupting” That seemed to please him. “But does this mean… I got the job?? You don’t need a resume or a test or…?”

Alastor let out a guffaw of amusement “Why of course my dear! As long as you remain true to your word of being able to cook a good New Orleans dish, that’s all the proof I’ll need! There hasn’t been many a demon coming here interested in the job, so I say your timing couldn’t be more perfect!”

Well that was the easiest damn interview you’ve ever done. You felt yourself exhale a sigh of relief as you smile up to the tall demon.

“Wow, that’s… that’s amazing, thank you so much.” He gave you a half lidded smirk, clearly enjoying being praised “So… does this make you my boss, Mr…?”

You heard the sound of a record screech as his eyes widened in surprise. Hand finally leaving your shoulder and placing it on his own chest he began to laugh heartilly, a laugh track playing in the background. You stood there confused for a moment before he finally responded.

“Ohhh my goodness me, my mother would be rolling in her grave if she ever heard about this. How rude of me to be so forward without properly introducing myself!” One minute he was standing right beside you, and then the next he had sunken like a shadow into the floor, only to appear in front of you a few steps ahead. With grace and suave you didn’t realize he possessed, he gave a small hand flourish before bowing in front of you.

“I am Alastor, also known as the Radio Demon. I happen to be the Hotel’s Facility Manager, but you’ll find Miss Morningstar is the real ringleader around here,” You notice the corner of his lip twitch at that last remark, but you pay no mind to it. “If you ever have any questions or concerns, do not hesitate to reach out to me.” You smile and dip yourself in your own little curtsy as he straightens up.

“My name is y/n, and I’ll be sure to do my best to serve you and this hotel, sir.” Alastor seemed to hum with approval as he looks down at you. “I guess I just have one more question for you, if that’s alright.”

“Why of course dear y/n, whatever would it be?”

“Well, I uh…” You feel yourself becoming flustered at the question, and the radio demon seemed to notice. Cocking a head to the side, he takes a step forward, opening his arms into a friendly gesture.

“Come now dearest, you can ask me anything! If we’re going to be working together, we have to be honest with each other~” You look up at him and sigh, knowing he was right. With a gulp you straighten your back and wear a serious expression.

“How long did you see me standing by the door?”

Alastors face didn’t waver, it was hard to tell what was going on in his mind. Then his smile grew into what looked like an amused, smug expression before answering.

“The whole time.”

You groaned and felt your head slap against your hand, making Alastor burst into laughter yet again at your expense. He was there watching the entire time?? Satan’s Ass you felt like such an idiot. Was he waiting for you to move so he could get in the building?? The more you thought about it the more you wanted to sink into the floor and die, for a 2nd time. The radio demon wiped a stray tear from his eye.

“Ohhhh y/n, what a riot you are. I can already tell that this is going to be fun~”

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First chapter hoorayyy ♡〜٩( ˃▿˂ )۶〜♡ Not sure how often I'll be updating, hopefully soon as I'm currently inspired. Thanks for reading thus far!FIRST (You're here!) PREVIOUS (Doesn't exist ( • ᴗ - ) ✧) NEXT

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel fanfiction #oh deer #leilani-lily

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sl-ut · 1 year

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who said i love you first? ✨️

more college!abby

the very first time someone says "i love you," its an absolute mistake. not in the sense that they regretted saying it or that they didn't genuinely feel that way about the other, just that it was much sooner than they had expected and had happened under much less romantic circumstances.

for plot purposes, i hc that abby says it first, so her portion is canon to the story. however, just for funsies, i've decided to include a little bit about what would have happened if y/n had been the first to say it.

so when y/n says it for the first time, it's a literal slip of the tongue. she's standing on the sidelines of the school's lacrosse field, wrapped warmly a heavy sweater and her girlfriend's spare jersey overtop as she waited patiently for her to finish warming up. she smiled to herself every time that she caught the muscular woman turning her helmet in her direction, usually lifting her gloved hand in a wave or touching her first directly over where her heart was. the game was about to start when abby finally broke away from her teammates, tearing the helmet off of her head as she nearly stumbled in her hurry to reach her girlfriend. she would always greet her with a wide grin before leaning in for her usual good luck kiss.

"mm," y/n had mumbled against her as they each pulled away, "good luck, i love you."

her eyes widened as she realized what she had said, quickly shaking her head as she stumbled to curate an excuse, though abby didn't give her the chance before she was crashing her lips back down against hers.

"i love you too, baby," she smiled warmly down at her, the brightness of the overhead lighting causing the already dreamy glint in her eyes to sparkle even more, "now i've really got something to motivate me. let people know that we won't be at the afterparty, i've got big plans for you."

now, in the chance that abby is the one who said it, it would be equally as unexpected but in a very different way.

she's leaning back against the arm of her couch, impatiently waiting for y/n to emerge from the bathroom so she could press play on the movie that she'd been waiting all week to watch with her. her cheeks were painted in a thick, chunky green substance that honestly smelled like it would taste fairly good with tortilla chips; y/n had insisted that they do a little self care session as well for movie night, though she apparently had a much longer regiment for herself than the one that she had used on abby.

abby called her name in a whiney tone, head falling back against the cushion as she grew more and more impatient by the second, then smiling slightly to herself as she took in the sight of her girlfriend appearing in the doorway. her hair was pushed out of her face by a fluffy leopard print headband, face coated in the same green mask that abby wore, and dressed only in one of abby's oversized lacrosse sweatshirts.

"sorry honey," she apologized sweetly, "i'm just gonna grab a drink, do you want anything?"

"just you," she wiggled her eyebrows, chuckling at the dramatic eyeroll that it drew out of her girlfriend.

y/n returned a moment later with two waters and a bag of chips, curling into abby's side with caution; she didn't wanna get her mask on abby's own fuzzy sweatshirt.

about fifteen minutes into the movie, y/n's phone lit up with an expired timer, signifying that it was time to wash the green gunk away. the two girls quietly made their way to the bathroom in silence, abby quietly watching as y/n wiped her face clean with a cloth, then turned herself to sit on the counter. she spread her legs, motioning for abby to step in between them as she carefully scrubbed away at the green substance with more tenderness and affection-filled touches than abby thinks she had ever felt in her life.

she's watching her in awe, eyes threatening to flutter closed at the gentle touches and fighting to stay open enough to not lose sight of the softness of her girlfriend's features.

y/n carefully set the cloth aside, scooping a glob of moisturizer on her finger and working it into the tight flesh of abby's face, smiling warmly once she was able to see her lover's radiant face more clearly, "all done, and pretty as ever."

abby scoffed, hands resting on the bare expanses of each of y/n's thighs, "you're one to talk."

y/n pinched her cheek playfully, then pressed a wet kiss to the exact spot that her fingers had touched. abby smirked, swooping in to connect their lips in a sweet, skittish kiss.

"i love you," she smiled as the words left her lips. had she meant to say it? no, but she also was not ashamed to have said it when she meant it more sincerely than anything that she had said in the last few years of her life. she fought off the urge to tear up emotionally as she repeated the words, only softer this time as she moved one hand up to cup her cheek.

y/n sniffled, leaning forward to nudge her nose with her own, "i love you too. now, you've been huffing and puffing all week about wanting to watch this movie, now let's get to it."

#abby the last of us #abby tlou #abby anderson imagine #abby x reader #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson #muscle mommy abby #lesbian #college!abby anderson #college!abby anderson x reader

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oceansssblue · 16 days

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*slides $900 in Monopoly money over*

Got any sub!echo and Dom!femreader smut in the back?

Woa! I got a lot of requests and don't worry guys, I'll write EVERY SINGLE ONE, just be patient :)

We're gonna start with this one, sub!echo sounds hot! Echo's just hot, full stop.

I decided to leave the ropes and other kinky stuff out of it for now because I don't know if you wanted a "normal" sub thing or all the extra stuff included too. I think it has enough power play on its own anyhow. Hope it's what you were looking for love!

Xx,

Sky.

"ON YOUR KNEES"

TBB REQUESTS — ECHO/FEMALE READER

WARNINGS: FILTHY GRAPHIC SMUTT = SUB!ECHO, DOM!FREADER, ECHO'S BODY INSECURITIES, CUM CONTROL, USE OF WORD "SLUT" ONCE, RIDING ECHO'S WONDERFUL FACE, MASTURBATING, FULL OF LOVE TOO. 📩🔥💖

You've always admired Echo. No matter how attractive his brothers were, he had always been the one to catch your eye; since the first moment you saw the bunch of mercenaries a year ago til present time. He's as attractive as the rest of the Batch; but he's got something that makes him sparkle like a diamond in the dirt. You think it's a combination between his quirks and his determination. Echo's mind works fast; he's got a fantastic almost sassy sarcasm and great comebacks. When he's on a mission or protecting his family, it's like watching a transformation; reserved, hesitant Echo is completely overriden by a brave, confident fierce man that sets your heart on fire. You love every side of him. But this... this might be the side you love of him most, though.

Echo's neediness is something you'll never grow bored of. It's exhilarating, to know he desires you so much he can't keep his pretty moans and whimpers in and just begs you to help him with those pretty eyes of him; wide and almost innocent. When Echo's left hand slowly, almost hesitantly, slides down your back to cup your ass, you abruptly break off the kiss; pushing his shoulder against the wall of your bedroom and standing right in front of him, barely a few inches of distance between your bodies. You can almost feel each other's warmth.

"Did I say you were allowed to do that?" you ask him, voice low but full of confidence.

A warning. You know your place; it's Echo who sometimes forget it.

Echo stares down at you with his big, golden brown eyes wide and an apology quickly forming in the tip of his tongue.

"N-no, no" he answers. He then glances away and adds "I'm sorry, mam".

If this happened in the middle of a sesion, you'd be quick to correct that; ordering him to apologise while looking at you in the eyes. But this is just the start; and you're aware it takes Echo a little longer to get comfortable enough to hold your stare, to leave his shyness aside. His words are sincere and he's just so polite, though, so you let it pass.

"It's okay" you almost whisper, your own eyes dancing distractedly through every one of his beautiful features. "Take off your shirt".

That's an order. And although he's usually very eager to comply and obbey, Echo hesitates. No matter the fact that you've been doing this for a few months, it's always the same; his insecurities making undressing a hard task, more so if he has to do it by himself. You didn't even attempt to pull his shirt off until date number thirty; and even if you had been very carefull that first time, Echo had quickly voiced up his safeword.

It's really okay. You know the issues he has with his body; you've long talked about it, and how that influences his perception of himself both in and out of sex. You're always watching the signals; knowing when to push and when to step back and give him space. It's what makes you a good dom. His.

You wait patiently, then; and Echo fiddles with the end of his black long-sleeve shirt.

Your eyes lock together, and you know he needs affirmation. You give it gladly; hand slowly cupping his right cheek and thumb caressing his skin.

"You're stunning, Echo. You know already how much I love your body, how hot I think you are. Let me look at you" your soft sweet voice fills with possesiveness then, your eyes darkening with your hungry gaze. "Let me see what's mine".

A whimper is ripped from Echo's throat; and his hands shakily tug his shirt off, abandoning it in the floor. He looks up at you, expectantly and trying not to squirm under your attention; and you slowly delight yourself with the sight of his pale skin and defined muscles. Echo's been gaining a bit of healthy weight lately, his appearence getting impossibly better; though he's still a bit bony, collarbone and hips stucking out dangerously. You don't find it repulsive at all, no. He's hot; it just makes you wanna bite him, mark his beautiful pale skin with your teeth and love.

"Beautiful" you murmur, distractedly caressing his chest and shoulders with the very tip of your fingers.

You can't resist yourself and press closer to him; gently kissing the side of his neck and sucking the spot into your mouth, just one of the many marks you'll leave on him tonight. Echo shudders and his weight drops slightly forward. He always turns to mush when you start putting your attention on him.

You guide him to rest against the wall; his eyes turning hooded and lost on his growing need and submission. He's so beautiful, so perfect... It makes your heart ache.

Your kisses trail down his chest; warm mouth following the sides of his stomach to one of those pointy hips; pulling down his pants a bit so you can suck a second mark on the hollow space there. Echo whines and curves forward, pleasure starting to tingle through his veins; hand tensing in his side with his effort to not reach up and touch you.

You groan out loud.

"Maker, don't you sound pretty".

The words only turn him on more, and Echo makes his first eye contact of the night.

"Please".

Its a quiet, almost silent request.

You arch your eyebrow and stare back at him; both hands splayed over his hips.

"Yes, baby?"

Echo sighs contetly with the pet name. He's always been a lover of those; of praise. It wouldn't have the same effect if you spilt them constatly, though; so you pick the times to do so, play with it.

"Please more" he whispers back, cheeks reddening in a beautiful blush when he forces himself to mumble his needs out loud. "Want you".

You smirk, satisfied; one hand slowly moving towards his growing erection and gently teasing him over the material of his pants.

"Oh, sweety" you squeeze, and Echo quietly moans. "I know".

You decide to be easy today. It's been two weeks since you last saw him; Cid's mission taking him away from Ord Mantell for quite the time. You know how much he missed you; just as you did. You aren't in the mood for a long sesion today.

"Let's get this off of you, love" you say, playing with the waistband of his pants.

This time, Echo agrees with an eager nod and helps you push down and off the pants of him. Underware follows, and soon you've got Echo completely naked in front of you. The contrast between the dark metal of his prosthetics and the paleness of his skin is beautiful.

Subsconciously, you lick your lips.

"Were you good while you were away, sweet boy?" You ask, voice soft, while you gently close your hand around his cock and ridiculously slowly start to pump him up and down.

Echo moans louder than before and his left hand flies to find purchase on your shoulder; eyes fluttering closed with relief.

"Y-yeah" he answers, voice wonderfully broken already with his need. "W-was so difficult, cyare. I-I almost broke the rule twice".

You chuckle, and Echo melts at the sound and your hands on him. You squeeze around his cock and pick up the pace. Not to be considered fast; but not as torturously slow as before. It's a decent unhurried rythim, and Echo sighs and drops his head to the wall.

You pull up a side smile and hum, studying the way his features relax in utter bliss.

"Well, I do know what I'm doing" you answer, biting down onto his lower lip teasingly. "I knew that if I banned you from masturbating til we were reunited again you wouldn't be able to stop thinking about it".

You lean in and carefully catch his earlobe with your teeth, pulling slightly before whispering to him "And you know I always want my boy thinking about me".

Echo groans and lifts his head, watching you with a hooded gaze. His eyes lingers on your lips for a few seconds before going back to your eyes. You know he wants to kiss you; so you hover your mouth over his, almost kissing, but out of reach.

"Always thinking about you anyhow" he mumbles over your lips.

Your breaths mingle together, and it's you this time who can't resist. The truth is Echo has as much power over you as you have over him. You love him so much, you're so attracted to him, it's almost impossible to draw things out like this.

Your kiss is full of need and power. Your lips move in a precise, confident way; intent on making your man melt and reduce him to a horny mess. Echo responds just as needy, but without any purpose behind it; just letting you take the lead and giving himself to you, adapting to whatever you want to do to him. It never fails to make you wet, how agreeable he always is. How much he trusts you. How much he needs you.

Your breathing patterns are both erratic when you break the kiss. You stop touching Echo's dick; quickly silencing his protest with a new order he wastes no time to follow.

"On your knees".

Three magical words and Echo is on the floor, head tilted upwards so he can keep looking into your eyes; while his are full of desire and devotion. You caress his cheek with your thumb before it swipes across his lower lip; carefully sliding it inside his warm mouth and softly pressing down onto his wet tongue. Echo makes a needy sound with his throat and you hum in answer.

"So hot" you tell him. "Wanna cum so bad right now. And you're gonna get me there, aren't you, handsome?"

Echo moans around your finger and nods, eyes wide. So fucking pretty.

"Okay" you whisper, pulling your hand back. "Don't move, pretty boy. You're going to stay right where you are".

You wait til the words appeared to have reached his brain and step back. You make a tease out of your own undressing; pulling your tank top over your head in a sensual smooth movement and teasingly removing your bra, then turning around and bending forward while you slowly shimmy your hips out of your pants. Every article of clothing stays abandoned on a pile on the floor besides the bed.

Echo whimpers, eyes roaming over your figure and hand clenching with his need to ravage you, trying to retain himself at the sight of your ass.

You turn around with a soft "Oh?" and you gently cup your breasts on your hands, softly pushing them together and crossing your legs in a falsely shy way.

"I'm sorry, baby, is this what you want?" You ask, and Echo whimpers while bending forwards to you, not moving out of his spot on the floor but desperately trying to get closer to you.

You giggle in amusement.

"Please" he rasps, almost making you groan this time. "Please, cyare".

You hum, elegantly stepping closer to him and standing tall over his kneeling form. Echo has to tilt his head back to look up at you; but it's somehow not enough.

"Beg" you demand, firm, but not necessarily harsh. "If you want something from me, you're going to have to beg, sweet one. And you're going to have to be explicit about it".

Echo surrenders to the way you hold his chin in your hand and his bright eyes shine up at you. It's like you can read every single emotion on him when he get's like this; and you want nothing more than to take care of his needs.

"Please" he begs, sweet, needy, soft voice making you melt. "Please, wanna have your taste in my tongue, mam".

Electricity and pleassure runs through your veins at that.

"Fuck, you're so hot. So pretty" you praise him, caressing the side of his cheek and staring at his eyes. "Move and put your back towards the bed. Face up and stick your tongue out for me, mesh'la".

Echo literally whimpers with the Mando'a; showing you his tongue and repositioning while he impatiently waits for you to ride his face. You hold the back of his head and carefully lower yourself on his mouth, testing the position, not wanting to hurt him. Echo's response is inmediate; he makes a happy relieved sound with his throat, and inmediately sets to please you, his wet tongue sliding between your folds to taste you.

You moan in pleassure and throw your head back, closing your eyes and losing yourself to the feeling of your man servicing you. He's...

"Such a good boy, giving me your tongue and face for me to play with" your own tongue sets loose and your dirty talk becomes almost non-stop while you get closer to your orgasm.

You love praising Echo, verbalise how much you want him and how pleased you are with him, and he loves to hear you. It's a match made in heaven.

Echo hums against you and his scomp grazes the skin of the outside of your thigh. You know he wants to hold you, craddle you closer; you're too lost on your own pleasure, so you conceed to his wishes easily.

"Yeah, go on, baby. You can hold me if you want to".

Echo moans and his left hand inmediately pulls your ass closer, lowering you further onto his face; his tongue teasing your entrance while his nose presses against your clit. It sends a spark through your veins, and you whimper and move your hips over him, trying to chase the feeling.

"F-fuck, baby. Stay right there, right there" you mumble, thighs trembling.

The next few minutes you lose complete control over yourself. Echo's needy moans and hums against you are delightful to hear, and the way his tongue plays with your pussy and his nose bumps against your clit is nothing short of perfect. Your orgasm climbs higher and higher, the cord tensing tighter and ready to explode.

"Close, love" you breathe out, in half a moan. Your eyes roam over his figure, noting how good he looks kneeling down on the floor for you with his impossibly hard cock twitching and begging for some kind of stimulation.

He must be dying for it, but it's like he doesn't even notice it at all. He's so lost to give you pleasure, it's like he's forgotten about himself.

"Touch yourself, pretty boy" you order him, and he instantly moans and drags his hand down to close around his leaking cock. "Don't cum for me yet, though. Want it to be by my hand, not yours. You're mine, and your orgasms are mine too. Isnt't that right, baby?"

Echo trembles underneath you, his hand quickly freeing his cock for a few seconds before returning a very slow pace on it. You know what it means. It means he had almost cum right then and there, just by your words and your dominance over him, just by pleasuring you like a good little boy and...

"F-fuck, Echo!" You whimper, the stimulation to your clit finally reaching it's objective and pleassure running from your pussy to every other vein in your body. "I-I'm cuming!"

Echo moans and licks you faster; and you cum all over his face. Every one of your muscles tighten before the pleassure bursts and your nerves tingle; then relaxing with a content tired sigh.

You step back and weakly command Echo to move a tiny bit forward with a small push on his shoulder; letting yourself kneel down on the floor right behind him and wrapping your arms around his body, one hand taking hold of his cock and the other one caressing his chest.

"Such a good boy. Such a good boy, baby, using your clever little tongue on me and making me cum all over your face" you whisper to him, voice tired but equally confident and loving, making Echo whimper and melt back against your body. "You almost came before, didn't you? Too much excitement for little Echo to take?"

"C-cyare" Echo whines, left hand squeezing your thigh hard while he reaches back around your back with his scomp arm, in a half hug.

You hum and press small kisses on his neck, small teasing licks here and there.

"Yeah, baby?"

"W-wanna cum so bad" he moans, turning his face to the side so he can glance at you. "C-can I fuck your hand, please please?"

You moan and involuntarily push your own hips against him. That's Echo's level of hot; already making you horny again despite just having finished.

"Wanna hump my hand like a desperate little boy, love?" You coo, giving a playfull nip at his shoulder. "That what you need to do?"

Echo eagerly nods and cries out his request again. He's so beautiful. He's so beautiful when he's all broken and vulnerable for you like this.

"Please" he begs you, tears blurring his sight. "Cyare, mam, please..."

You kiss his cheek and hold your hand still. Your other arm looses around his torso, giving him free space to move as he likes.

"Go on, pretty boy. Make yourself cum on my hand like a desperate little slut".

It takes eight pumps in your hand before Echo breaks down into a strong orgasm and his cum drips into the floor in front of him, some sticking to your hand as you finish him off gently. It's beautiful, the way he shudders and trembles and explodes in his orgasm, hard cock twitching in a final effort and moans and whimpers mixing together in a beautiful mess.

Echo slumps back; his sudden body weight making you tumble on your knees behind him. You steady yourself inmediately, chuckle quietly and clean your hand on the bed sheets; quickly wrapping your arms around his body and pressing your warmth against him, spreading kisses all over the left side of his face, neck and shoulder. Echo hums back contently, eyes closed and face in the perfect definition of peace.

"You did so good, my Echo" you whisper, caressing him softly and swimming in your feelings for him. "Love you so much".

Echo sighs and melts against you. His head hangs down in exhaustion and happiness, and you're already thinking on the warm bath your going to prepare for him, and on both of you cuddling close in bed together, falling asleep to the sound of each other's hearts.

Echo mumbles his answer in a quiet, but warm and soft voice.

"Love you too, cyare".

THE END.

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Tara!

I CANT WRITE SHORT THINGS HELP. nah, i'll just try to keep the other requests shorter for real lmao i always get too invested. It came out much fluffier than I had initially planned for cause I just love echo so much. Hope you liked it!

Also, just wanted to let you know I'm not going to re-read this and correct mistakes much cause that'll take too much time. And that english is not my first language, so apologise in advance if something doesnt make much sense.

I'll be working with the other requests next, be patient and stay tunned!

Love,

Sky.

Back to my general masterlist here!

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thewritingautisticat · 1 month

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Tag Game: OC in 15

Thank you @late-to-the-fandom ! This was a ton of fun and gave me an excuse to skim my WIP again!

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you’re free to include those as well!

This is for my character Caldren, specifically from The Flames of Revolution since that's the one I've written the most on and he has some character development that makes him somewhat different in the later books in the series.

"So I lose everything, or I get killed by the people who murdered my parents in cold blood? Yeah, that seems fair and just!"

"It won't fix anything, but it would make me very, very happy. So tell me. What do you have that would convince me to let you live a little longer?"

“Didn't you hear? Caldren Deschamps died in a fire.”

“If they take another step closer, I could kill you before they reached me.”

"I'm willing to learn, if someone'll teach me."

“It’s alright. I’m going to get justice for them. And then, at least things will be a little better. I’ll be able to go back and try to get back to a normal life.”

“Call him a ‘thing’ again and I will end you."

“We’re about to show the government they can’t go around hurting innocent people anymore. Stick with me, bud. We’re gonna show them what trouble looks like.”

“It's too late. It was always too late. When I left… I thought if I killed Ricaurd, I could fix everything. But… that's not going to fix it. I left, and I burned down that garrison, and I burned down everything I had with Madreline with it. And now… everything with the Revolution… I could never face her after that. I... I can't go back.”

"It's quite simple. Anyone looks at him wrong, I'll stab your eye out. Anyone speaks to him wrong, I'll cut your tongue out. And if you ever lay a hand on him..." Caldren lowered his voice to a growl. "I'll slice you to shreds and feed you to the street dogs."

“Listen. As long as you're still waiting for me, you can know I'll be back for you.”

“Everybody wants something.”

"I'm in training to avenge my parents' murder. If I have to take some jobs to keep going, so be it. But I have more honor than those cutthroats at Scatterwag's. I'm doing this all for justice."

(sung) “I'll hold you close, til the morning comes. I'll sing my song. Soon the sun will rise, it won't be long. Whatever comes, know you're in my heart. Hear my song. And even though I have to go, it won't be long. It won't be long.”

"Caldren is gone. That is, the Caldren who was angry and foolish and bloodthirsty, he's dead."

Gently tagging: @sparkles-rule-4eva @tildeathiwillwrite @themswritinwords @agirlandherquill @ryns-ramblings and anyone else who wants to join!

#oc in 15 tag #oc in 15 #tag games #writer #writblr tag games #writeblr tag game #writeblr #writing #writers on tumblr #my oc stuff #caldren #caldren deschamps

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disclosed-spire · 8 months

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"I spent quite a while writing this, so if you'd want to see more of other characters, be sure to let me know!"

I have been gathering up the courage to send this ask, so I am just gonna guess you want the asks to be sent here.

Can you please tell us about your Gourmand headcanons?

Yeah Ofc! I love Gourmand as they're just absolutely great, especially since my pal gourmy is the first campaign of downpour when it was released. I enjoyed their campaign a lot, and had a blast towards the end of their campaign. Seriously, I wish I could get a hug from them because I KNOW they give amazing hugs!

Time for everyone's favorite family oriented orange slugcat! And as everyone knows, this is my own hcs about them and, and definitely some Gourmand spoilers. Please don't be offended at any of this, as these are my own personal beliefs!

If anybody wants to see more of my opinions on the characters, be sure to ask me! I'm welcome to answering questions about my thoughts and HC's, as well as discussing and hearing others POV's!

ANYWAYS! GOURMAND SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT!

Design Choices

My design for Gourmand isn't very flashy or anything, but to be honest, I feel it suits them and their personality! It's very close to the original, but has my own little flair and sparkle to it to make our pal Gourmand stand out a bit!

I decided to give them just oranges for a pallet, with their nose being the darkest, which is a dark orange. I usually shift blacks and such for cannon designs to another color of the design but a lot darker to keep the colors overall the same, but just a little easier to look at (in most cases).

I made the tips of Gourmand's limbs, including their tail, dewlap, and ears, a darker orange as I took a bit of inspiration from cat breeds in real life, with my own cat being the main inspiration. This makes Gourmand stand out a bit more, and makes it easier for me to make art of them, as their limbs mark where my own wacky anatomy should be.

Personality

My version of Gourmand has a tough exterior as they need to keep a strong stance towards the hardships of the world around them. Despite this, Gourmand also shows a lot of love, compassion, and sympathy for the world around them at the right moments of course! Gourmand doesn't view the world as only black and white, instead, more of everything being in a morally grey area. Gourmand believes there's a reason for everything, and if possible, they try to go to the more pacifist side of things to keep peace.

Speaking of this, the reason Gourmand is like this is because they believe this deep in their heart, but also because they want to provide their colony with a good example. Gourmand wants to show their colony that while the world is extremely dangerous and that they need to take caution, but also that they can also show compassion even in the scariest of situations.

Other than setting an example, Gourmand loves telling tales of adventures, history, and places they've been, as it always makes others happy, and especially gets the slugpups super excited. Sometimes these stories are made up, but Gormand always lets the listeners know beforehand to clear any misconceptions.

Gourmand is a great parent to all, and generally kind to everyone unless their friends, family, slugpup, or colony is in trouble. While Gourmand is kind, they are a force not to be reckoned with, as they are strong both in personality, and physical strength, and those they care about fuel their determination to continue on.

Powers

Gourmand's powers are a bit of a weird one to me! Being able to create something from your stomach isn't something I've seen before, nor do I have a naturally logical way to explain how this would work (Enot was different as they didn't need to have logic applied to them bc cryptid slugcat), but I'll try my best to explain how this works in a rain world logic sense (hopefully). It's a bit complicated, but here's my best shot!

The best way I could possibly explain slugcat powers is that their body developed some kind of mutation, something with radiation (highly unlikely), or something with being a descendant of a purposed organism/modified slugcat. This is where I believe slugcats get their powers from, as this is the best explanation I have for such unnatural abilities. In Gourmand's case, this happened with their stomach!

My best logic to how Gourmand's stomach creation works is that Gourmand needed to have swallowed the created item in their life at any moment for them to make it in their stomach again. Since Gourmand takes a food pip when they create an item in their stomach, this makes me believe that their body harvests the nutrients to make it, using the information of the dna/material/whatever made the item to re-create it in Gourmand's stomach to pull it out. This explains the randomized effect of what's pulled out of Gourmand's stomach.

As for the crafting mechanic, I wouldn't say that's a power. Gourmand could use their power to help combine items, but for the most part, I feel that it comes from a chemistry standpoint. It's still very useful and important! To me though, I don't think it's a power, even from a rain world logic POV.

Headcannons and Slugcat Colonies

This category is a bit different from the Enot post, and that's because I have my own thoughts about the cannon slugcats!

I personally like to think there's a big distance between Gourmand and Survivor/Monk's timeline placement as this makes the most sense in my head for what I'm gonna say, and it gives Gourmand the "Old and cool legendary ancestor" vibes!

Gourmand in my HC was the one that found the slugcat tree, and started a home there for the whole colony! If it weren't for Gourmand, then Monk and Survivor's campaigns wouldn't have happened. I want to give Gourmand that bc it makes them just the more special in my eyes!

The reason I believe this is because it doesn't make a whole lot of sense for Gourmand to already be there and then start searching for food, and then to get up and leave once food is found. If there's more food in an area, animals tend to stick around, and the slugcats aren't an exception from this. I believe that Gourmand searching was making sure that the area has plenty food, as the colony recently moved and was looking for another temporary home. Another thing to support this is the wall drawings, as I feel the colony would talk about Gourmand through generations.

Another one of my HC's is that Gourmand is the leader of the specific slugcat colony. A lot of people probably think this already, but I'd at least like to give my own take with my own spin on how a Slugcat colony works.

Gourmand is a leader in my eyes because of how useful they are to the colony, and how strong they are. Animals usually prove dominance in size and strength, which Gourmand definitely has (My Gourmand is a big lovable fella)! But since this is also fiction, I added more to this. Slugcats usually choose their leaders based on a few qualities, which are:

Size: Gourmand is big yes, which gives them the upper hand at intimidating possible threats! Slugcats view Gourmand as very important due to this factor, as any predators that would try to harm a slugpup would have to face the intimidation of an angry Gourmand. This is why Gourmand fits here!

Strength: Gourmand DEFINITELY has some big strength to them, bro does 3 damage when not tired! This is viable to a slugcat colony as this shows that they can rely on their leader in even the most difficult of situations. That, and also they are capable of defending the young! Slugcats view this as one of the most important features in a leader, so this is why Gourmand is super important in this category.

Intelligence and Powers: Gourmand definitely checks out here! Their powers and their intelligence combine together, making them VERY useful to the colony. Gourmand can use their powers to help get their colony out of a tight bind, to entertain, and to direct. Slugcats can always count on Gourmand if stuck, which is why Gourmand fits!

Compassion: My Gourmand DEFINITELY fits here! Gourmand is super caring and great with kids, kind to everyone that they can be, uses their powers to help others, uses their intelligence to lead, and does everything in their ability to make sure their colony is safe. Why Gourmand left to look for food is because they wanted to make sure their colony would live and thrive. They'd do anything for their colony, and care for them dearly! This is probably the most important rule of a leader to them, as slugcats are usually social creatures, and rely on companionship to thrive.

If a slugcat leader doesn't fit most of these, and/or possibly abuses their leadership, the colony will choose another leader, and in VERY extreme cases, the leader will be thrown out of the colony (Totally doesn't have something like this with another character).

Relationships

Iterators

Gourmand is overall friendly towards all of the iterators, as Gourmand gets the feeling that the world has been unkind to them, given their situation. Gourmand knows that being stuck inside a box isn't the best, especially if they cannot leave, and can only view the world from small holograms. Gourmand feels bad about their situation, so they come to visit the iterators to help keep them company, and to tell the iterators stories they'd be interested in.

Gourmand does have a lot of respect for them, as they know that the iterators have a lot of power, but have to be careful with their given situation. Gourmand views the iterators as fairly important, and that alone makes one of the reasons Gourmand respect them.

Slugcat Family + Monk and Survivor

Gourmand is their ancestor, so Gourmand is related to them. Despite this, Gourmand has a HUGE amount of respect for the slugcat family. This is because even though they had two kids they lost, they decided to stay strong, and to dive in after their family, which Gourmand finds to be very admirable. Gourmand would do anything to make sure they're safe.

For Monk and Survivor, Gourmand has a huge amount of respect for them both! Gourmand finds it admirable that they stayed strong in a world so dangerous, able to take caution, and able to use the tricks they've passed on through the colony. Despite this, Gourmand also feels sadness for them as they know it was an extremely rough situation on slugcats so young. They'd do anything to make sure that Monk and Survivor don't get separated from their family again.

Nightcat and Inv/Enot

Gourmand is friendly towards them both! Although Gourmand tends to dislike Enot's flirting, they still think of them both as friends. Gourmand does find them a bit mysterious as they both seemed to appear out of nowhere, and with the strangest first interactions as well. As far as Gourmand knows, Enot and Nightcat don't know their parents, and don't have any family nearby. Regardless of this, Gourmand took them both into their colony, and loves talking to them.

Hunter and Artificer

Gourmand is best friends with Artificer and Hunter, and values hunting with them! The three are nearly inseparable, and value each other's company, as well as talking about the colony. Slowly overtime though, Gourmand began to have a crush on the two, and seeing the two in a relationship was nice, but they wanted to confess their feelings to both of them. Eventually Gourmand does, and the three end up in a poly relationship! They're quite happy together :D

Regardless of this, Gourmand has respect for Hunter as they went to save Moon despite them being sickly. Gourmand has since then been finding ways to help Hunter, and with Sig's help, they're lessening the effects that the rot had on Hunters body. Through all this, Gourmand sees Hunter as a fearless and stoic warrior, and loves how kind they can be despite this.

Artificer is a bit of a different story, as Arti had some bad experiences with the colony, and Gourmand doesn't agree with Artificers genocidal ways. Gourmand was a bit on edge of first meeting them, but it grew to fondness as Gourmand realized that Arti is trying to correct their wrongs, and make up for what they've done in the past, with one of those being to apologize to their colony. Upon finding out about Arti's situation, they've grown closer to Artificer, and letting Arti interact with the colony as a way to help heal from the past. Gourmand is a firm believer that Artificer can heal, and they choose to stick by Arti every step of the way.

Spearmaster, Rivulet, and Saint

Gourmand isn't super close to Spearmaster, Rivulet, or Saint, but enjoys their company! Gourmand knows they mean no harm intentionally, but also respects Rivulet and Spearmaster quite a bit for helping the iterators. Saint is a bit more distant, and from what Gourmand knows, Saint has a bit of a complicated past. Gourmand isn't going to push it, but they'll always be there if Saint needs someone to talk to. Gourmand is always welcome to them joining their colony, and is on quite good terms with the three.

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𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒂𝒘𝒏 (𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏)

summary ─ “not yet,” he whispered. “i jus’ wanna keep on kissin’ you.”

pairing ─ fuckboy!bucky barnes x reader

warnings ─ smut, +18, light fluff, angst, kissing, riding, crying, emotinal sex, shall we call it love making???, unprotected sex, nothing extreme in this one folks, this is the real goodbye sex believe

a/n ─ hi. i'm back with yet another fb bucky fic :) i feel like i fucked up a bit towards the end but.... lmao hope you like it! please leave a comment if you do! thank youuu <333

previous part ─ trilogy masterlist

It was the graduation day when he popped out from his hiding place.

It had been weeks since the last time you saw Bucky. You knew he dropped you off to your apartment, your roommate was kind enough to tell you because he had to ring the bell. You saw your call history on your phone and knew you called Bucky. You talked on the phone for almost forty minutes. You didn’t remember what you talked about, though, and that was what you’d like to ask him, but you haven’t seen him ever since that night.

So, when your doorbell rang as you were getting ready for the day, you didn’t expect to find him standing at your doorstep.

“Hi,” he whispered. He had a tired smile on his face; his eyes looked haunted and it seemed like he lost weight. You frowned.

“Hey,” you whispered back. Your eyes were seizing his body up and down, worry etched on your face. “Are you okay?” You couldn’t help but ask. He sniffed lightly and nodded. It was a hesitant nod, and you picked up on it immediately. “Bucky…” you said. He waved a dismissive hand on the air.

“It’s fine,” he murmured. “Couldn’t sleep lately, that’s it.” You frowned but didn’t say anything. Opening the door a little more, you invited him inside. He smiled as he stepped through the threshold. “I was, um, wondering how you’re doing since, uh, you know, that night.”

“Oh,” you breathed. “I’m fine.” You slowly moved your head back and forth. Chewing on your lip, you decided to out with it. “I saw that I called you that night from my call history,” you started. “I don’t remember what we talked about, though.” You watched Bucky as his face went from shocked to relieved to sad. It was an interesting transition, you thought. “I was hoping you could tell me, actually.”

He let out a laugh, it sounded forced. “Oh, um, it was nothing important, really,” he said, shrugging. “You talked about how you hated the taste of beer, and said that you can’t understand why people like vodka.” He smiled.

“For forty minutes?” You asked, eyebrows high on your forehead. He nodded. “Damn.” You would talk about those things, and if you did talk about them for forty minutes, then it was too normal for you to now remember anything because you must have been drunk as fuck. You chuckled. “Here I was worrying myself to sickness because I made a dumb out of myself.” Bucky chuckled lightly with you.

“No, you didn’t,” he said. “You were totally right.” You rolled your eyes.

“Sure, Barnes,” you grunted. Bucky chuckled again. A silence fell between you two, but it wasn’t disturbing. Instead, it was peaceful, and you smiled when you realized you somehow missed his presence being next to you.

“You’re gonna look beautiful,” Bucky said after a short while, and you made a questioning hum. He pointed at your dress for the graduation day. “It’s gonna look amazing on you.” You felt your cheeks burn as you smiled and ducked your head.

“Thanks,” you murmured. Bucky’s lips curled up at your reaction, his stomach suddenly flipping over. He silently cleared his throat. “I’ll, um,” you started, biting your lips for a second before you continued. “I’ll see you at the graduation?” You asked. Sniffing a little, Bucky nodded.

“Yeah,” he said. “I’m gonna be there. I’m graduating, too, y’know,” he added. You let out a short chuckle, and he rolled his eyes, but both of you were joking. So, it didn’t take you too long to start laughing.

“It’s good to know that you were studying while parading around,” you murmured with a grin on your face. Bucky blushed. He might have been fucking around, yes, but he did study to his exams, thank you very much.

“Well, I gotta pay my loans somehow, right?” He sent you a wink and grinned back at you. You shook your head fondly.

You hated for making you fall in love with him, breaking your heart and using you, but you knew you were going to miss him like crazy after today. You didn’t know his plans after school─ actually, you didn’t know anything about him and his life. You didn’t know about his future plans, about his parents, siblings if he had any, or what he liked to do on his free time. He was a blank page; the only thing you knew, however, was what he liked in bed and how he acted when he was angry, and that was it. You frowned slightly.

“Hey─” You heard him and felt his large, warm hand holding your wrist gently. “Where did you go?” He asked, his voice soft and eyes concerned. It was a new look on him; not unwelcomed but unexpected. You never saw him worrying over you, or showing his emotions so openly to you before.

You chewed on your lip, debating on telling the truth. Looking at his beautiful, blue eyes, seeing the slight vulnerability in them, you said ‘fuck it’ to yourself in your mind. “I’m gonna miss you,” you blurted. “After today, I mean. I’m gonna miss seeing you around.”

His eyes changed. Their color looked brighter, they widened, and you saw some tears gathering in them. You felt your heart beating in your throat as you watched him shedding a tear.

“I’m gonna miss you, too,” he whispered. He sounded so broken, so raw, you wanted to hug him and tell him that you weren’t going to leave him. “I’m gonna miss hearing your bitching about random things,” he added. You snorted. You rolled your eyes and snorted again.

“You─” You started but stopped to huff some when you heard him snickering. “You idiot.” Bucky laughed. His whole face lightened up as he threw his head back and laughed. You should have felt insulted because he was laughing at you, but he looked so happy, and you just couldn’t. You huffed a bit more. “I’m not gonna miss your dumb ass, Barnes,” you muttered. He giggled.

“C’mon,” he said. “You love my dumb ass.” He froze, thinking he fucked up, but your soft chuckle relaxed him.

“It is a nice ass,” you murmured. Bucky watched a large grin spread on your face with sparkling eyes. He chuckled, a soft blush sitting high on his cheekbones. You just grinned at him cheekily. You were so beautiful, so gorgeous, Bucky couldn’t believe he got the chance to have you in his life in a fucked up but good way. He wished so badly that he could take all the shitty things he did to you, but he knew it was too late.

He cleared his throat. He should leave, he thought, but before he could reach for the door, he felt your hand closing around the collar of his t-shirt, and he was yanked forward.

Your lips collided; soft and slick ones against the chapped and slightly cold ones. Bucky gasped as he shivered and gave into your kiss. His lips were the cold ones, so he let you warm them. He let you stroke, kiss and lick them, and in return, he swallowed all the whimpers and breathy little moans you released into his mouth.

“Baby,” Bucky panted as he pulled back slightly. One of his hands found its place on your cheek, cradling it gently. His thumb was stroking your cheekbones, touching your eye and caressing your slick lips.

“Please,” you whispered. “I─ Please, James, I-I need you, please.” You looked into his eyes with tears blurring your vision. You heard the small hitch in his breath, watched him grimacing with pain and then, he leaned in for another kiss.

Moaning in unison, you grabbed at him. You felt his arms wrapping around your waist, and he pushed you against the wall, caging you against it with his body. You whimpered. You missed having his body this close you, missed feeling his lips teasing yours and missed letting him kiss you all over.

“Mmmm,” Bucky hummed deeply as he nibbled on your neck gently. He was being careful about leaving marks since there was a graduation you had to go through, but you didn’t care. He could give you hickeys, and you’d cover them up with make-up. The only thing you cared, however, was to have him inside of you. You’ve gone without him for too long.

“Bucky…” You whispered. You heard him hum again. Your hand grabbed his hair, pulling a little, you whined lowly. “Bucky…” He hummed louder. You huffed. His teeth were worrying a flesh in his mouth, sucking and licking over it. Every puff of his breath was making the small hairs on your body to rise, making you shudder violently in his arms. “Sir…” You finally whimpered, and Bucky bit you hard.

“Yeah, love?” He asked. “What is it?” He kissed the place he bit. “Tell me.” You wiggled and exposed your throat to him even more. Humming approvingly, he placed kisses all over. “Come on, baby, tell me what you want, hm?”

“Take me to bed, please,” you whispered. “I missed you, missed having you in me, please.” You looked at him through your lashes. His eyes went dark, pupils dilating, Bucky let out a soft growl.

“That so, baby?” He murmured. You nodded. Your eyes still had some tears in them, and you felt one of them running down. Bucky’s face crumpled immediately; expression softening, he leaned in to kiss the tear away. You only held onto him tighter. “A’right,” he whispered. “Hang on tight, lil’ koala.” You smiled at the name but did as he said.

He kept peppering kisses on your face as he walked towards your bedroom and was gentle when he laid you down on your bed. He was standing between your legs, elbows supporting his weight, when he leaned in for another kiss.

This one feels a bit different, you thought. Your eyes were closed and hands were in his hair. He kissed you gently, softly even. The way he cradled your cheek in his palm was loving, and you felt new tears stinging. It was chaste, this kiss. Neither of you included tongue in it; it was only lips, your hands on each other’s faces and the intimacy.

Slowly, both of you got rid of your clothes. First, it was your t-shirt on the ground with your bra and then his t-shirt joined them, and then came out your shorts and his jeans. He let your panties and his boxers on, though. When you made a questioning hum, Bucky just smiled.

“Not yet,” he whispered. “I jus’ wanna keep on kissin’ you,” he added. You hummed happily. As much as you wanted him in you, you were definitely okay with more kissing.

─

Bucky probably should have walked away after he saw that you were doing fine. Hell, maybe he shouldn’t have come to check up on you. He was going to see you at the graduation, he could have waited for couple more hours, but he was scared that he might have missed you during the chaos and never saw you again.

He had to say proper goodbye this time.

He didn’t think you’d start things, though. It was always him who started these sort of things; it always him who kissed you first, who begged you to give in and tried to convince you to take you to the bed. Roles were reversed, today. You took the first step.

Bucky should have stopped this after the kiss. He should have pulled back. He should have thanked you, murmured his goodbye and wished you success and love in life. Instead, he kept kissing you.

This would be the last time he’d be taking you, though, he thought. After that, you were off to God knows where. He wasn’t even sure if he’d ever see you again. So, he gave in.

Kissing you and feeling you against his body were the best feeling he had ever experienced in this world, he was sure of it. Having your hands pulling on his hair, nails digging into the muscles of his back and being able to swallow your moans and whimpers into his kiss were the things he would always remember. He was going to remember the way you whined his name so prettily, the way you moaned breathily when he made you come… Bucky was going to miss these, was probably going to yearn these, but he knew he had to say goodbye.

He was no good to you. He only hurt you, made you cry. He did not deserve you.

Bucky knew that he was never going to be worthy of your love. He was too much of an asshole for that. He was going to have a very little piece from it while he could, though.

“Bucky…” You breathed. Your eyes were closed, and your face was peaceful. Bucky smiled. Kissing your cheeks, he nipped on your jaw lightly.

“Yeah, baby?” He murmured. He felt you wiggle under him.

“Wanna feel you,” you whispered. “Please? We don’t have much time, I wanna feel you.” Bucky held back a sigh. You were right; you did not have much time, and Bucky suddenly wanted to ditch the graduation and stay here with you in your bed.

“Alright, love,” he whispered back. “Okay, sssh.”

His fingers found the hem of your panties, and Bucky was gentle as he stripped you free of them. He slid off his own boxers, briefly straightening up to chuck them on the ground, he grabbed his wallet to dig out a condom.

You grabbed his wrist, stopping him.

“No,” you whispered. “Can we not use it? I wanna feel you.” Bucky swallowed harshly. You wanting to feel him, wanting him to be bare in you… He was going to be pissed if this was one of those dreams.

“We don’t wanna have a baby, right now,” Bucky murmured, trying to joke a little. “We’re barely adults.” You smiled as you patted his cheeks. Bucky realized your smile looked sad. Blinking, he tried to ignore it.

“I started taking the pill again,” you said. “Just wanna feel you, come on.” Bucky nodded. He could feel his body shaking lightly; nervousness and excitement mixing with his lust. He nodded again. Pressing a kiss on your forehead, he dropped the wallet.

You pulled him into a kiss as Bucky grabbed his cock and lined it up. He greedily swallowed all the moans you released while he slid into your wetness smoothly.

“Fuck,” he moaned loudly.

The exquisite feeling of your wet and warm walls around his hard cock felt so fucking good that Bucky felt like he was about to come. It was such an intense feeling, Bucky suddenly hated the existence of the condoms. It served for an understandable reason, but it also deprived him from a sensation like this one.

“Hmm,” you mewled. “Sir, fuck, you feel so good,” you panted, then. Bucky grunted.

You should have done this before, Bucky thought, he should have taken you bare earlier even though he was sort of glad that this happened on your very last time.

“’ma move, love,” he whispered into your ear. “Can’t wait anymore.” You nodded. Your hands were holding onto his sides tightly, thighs wrapped around his waist as Bucky pulled out only to slowly slide back in.

He was going to drag your last time out as long as he could. He wanted this to last. He was not going to fuck you and be done with you, no. He did that enough in the past. He was going to feel you, now.

“Mmm, Bucky!” You whimpered. Your nails were digging in deep, but Bucky didn’t care. He wanted you to leave marks so that he could look at himself in the mirror later and touch them and cry. He let out a harsh breath as he slid in once again. “Yeah!” You cried out softly. “There, please.”

Bucky did as you said and kept hitting that spot of your repeatedly. His pace was still slow and deep, he was still trying to make it last and feel you deep in his presence. You didn’t seem to mind. In fact, you were quiet as you held onto him tightly. He could only hear your barely-audible whimpers and his name as a whisper when the thrust was particularly deep.

“You feel so good, baby,” Bucky whispered. His ears were howling, his brain was going fuzzy around the edges and he started to hear some sort of a white noise through the howling.

Bucky felt his eyes and nose burn. The feeling of your naked body against his, him being bare inside of your wetness and you holding onto him tightly… Bucky felt raw. He felt vulnerable as hell. Every place of his body where it was touching yours was on fire. It was like your skin was getting etched into his, marking him completely and forever, and Bucky was letting it happen.

“James,” you breathed silently. A soft sob ripped apart from him as he buried his face into your neck. You kissed his temple, petted his hair and stroked his back. You could hear his soft sobs, silent sniff and slight shaking of his shoulders. You kissed his temple again. You pushed him back, but he scrambled to hold you against him. “I’m not going anywhere,” you whispered. “I’m here. Just lay back, alright?” Bucky sniffed silently and did as you said.

He leaned back against the headboard, and you climbed onto his lap. Lowering yourself onto his cock again, you held his head against your chest, allowed him to hide there.

“Sssh,” you murmured softly. His hands were on your back, holding you tightly. “It’s okay. I’m here.” You hugged like that for a short while. His sobs slowly ebbed away, but you continued to stroke his hair.

“’m sorry,” he whispered, voice croaked. You shrugged. You grabbed his face in your palms and lifted his head up. His eyes were glowing even more with some redness in them, his nose was a bit puffy like his eyes, but it was the expression that hit you hard.

It was pain. Raw, unhidden pain. His eyes were earnest as they looked into yours. You felt the oxygen trapped in your throat when you made eye contact. You shivered. It felt like his eyes were looking into the very depth of your soul, seeing and understanding your true feelings towards him. It scared you.

So, you leaned in and kissed him as a distraction. Anything to get his eyes off of you.

Bucky whimpered. He wrapped his arms around your waist, hugging you, as he returned your kiss. His soft lips parted lightly and allowed your tongue inside. You licked into his mouth, stole another whimper and bit down on his bottom lip.

“Move,” he whispered. “Take what you want.” He gave you a chaste kiss. You exhaled shakily as you raised yourself on your knees a little only to fall back down. You moaned. Bucky peppered soft kisses on your neck. His hold on your waist was tight still, and you didn’t have the heart to tell him to ease off even though it made breathing just a tad harder.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and buried his face to your chest. Bucky, understanding what you were implying, took a nipple in his mouth and sucked and bit on it gently. The lazy suction and slow movements of your hips were driving you crazy. Everything felt so sharp, so deep and so scary but also so good, you felt like you were falling apart.

“Come,” Bucky whispered, pulling his mouth off your nipple. “Can feel you, come, baby.” You whined loud and long as you came on his cock. Your orgasm felt like it went for a century. Its hold took over you slowly, spread through your body from your belly like a wrecking ball, but you felt the impact into your bones. You cried out.

Whining, you kissed Bucky’s cheeks, lips and nose. “Come in me,” you panted silently. “Sir, Bucky, please, come in me. I need it─” You cut yourself off with a low moan. Bucky let out a sharp cry as his hips thrusted up into your still convulsing core. He was close. His balls were tight and full with his come. Your walls were trying to milk it away from him, he could fucking feel it.

“Sweetheart,” Bucky breathed and then moaned. You cooed at him.

“’m here. C’mon,” you continued to coo. “Come in me, Sir. Lemme feel you.”

Feeling his whole body going taut, Bucky buried a moan into the crook of your neck as he came inside of you. You sighed as Bucky let out small whimpers. You could feel his come coating your walls, and you hummed.

You stayed in that position for a while, cuddling and breathing each other in. His hands were holding you tight, fingers drawing various shapes on your body while you traced his tattoos and examined his piercings. Both of you came down from your high slowly.

You got up and rolled off of him.

“Yuck,” you whispered as you felt his come leaking out of you. Bucky smiled apologetically. “I wanted it,” you reminded him, giving him a kiss on the cheek. You walked towards the bathroom, quickly cleaning yourself. When you returned to your bedroom in a bathrobe, you saw him dressing up. “Leaving already?”

Bucky grimaced. “We only have two hours to get ready,” he murmured. His voice was soft and low. You found it soothing. “I can’t hang around too long, gotta shower and change.” You nodded. This time, it didn’t feel like an excuse to run away. Graduation was onto you both, it was understandable, but Bucky wasn’t running away.

“Okay,” you nodded. “Yeah, make sense.” Bucky nodded, too. He pulled his jeans on, fixed his t-shirt and hair and grabbed his wallet.

“I, uh,” he started, inclining his head towards the door. You let out a ‘yeah’. He smiled. You were at the door when he turned around, suddenly looking very serious.

“This was the last time I was taking you, you know that right?” Bucky asked. He wasn’t taunting, or bragging or anything. His voice was still soft and low, but he sounded like he was far away. “We’re graduating, and God knows what’s expecting us. We’re gonna have different lives and… we’re growing up.” Bucky sent you sad smile. “Maybe I shouldn’t have let you kiss me like that because I wanted to say goodbye properly, but I don’t regret it, so,” he shrugged. “Take care, will you?” With teary eyes, you looked at him. Bucky sighed. In one step, you were in his arms and hugging him tightly.

You understood what he meant. Whatever you had was for during college. The end has come; it was the graduation day, and that meant you had to leave this part of your college life behind. You didn’t want to, especially not when you were in love with him, but he was right. You were going to have different lives. You were adults for a couple years, but graduating meant that you were an official one now.

“It’s gonna be alright,” Bucky whispered and pulled back. “You’re gonna be okay and successful in your job. You’re tough like that.” He smiled, this time it was a genuine one. He leaned in and kissed your forehead. “Take care, Y/N.”

“Take care, Bucky,” you whispered. “You’re gonna be one hell of a teacher.” That pulled a startled laugh out of Bucky, and you grinned tearfully. “A badass one, too.” You eyed his tattoos. He shrugged.

“Yeah, I guess,” he murmured. “Gonna be that teacher, but it’s worth it.” Giving you a lopsided smirk, he watched you for a couple seconds. Then, he walked to the door, opening it. He looked at you before he walked out. He looked like he wanted to say something, but in the last second he decided against it. You ran to him, kissing his cheek and fixing his hair.

“Be gentle to yourself,” you murmured. Bucky nodded.

“I’ll try,” he whispered and then cleared his throat. “Um. Bye, Y/N.” You muttered a soft ‘bye’, and he was off. You closed the door and sank down. You let the tears wash your face and pain away.

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As soon as Bucky was outside, he let out a sob. He wanted to tell you that he loved you, but he didn’t want to give you that hope and then crush it. He knew he would fuck up somehow if you were to try out a relationship. You didn’t deserve that. He didn’t deserve you.

Lifting his head up, looking at the sky, Bucky took a deep breath.

“Here comes the sun,” he whispered and turned on his heels.

His figure got lost in the sea of people as he walked down the street. He felt like he lost a piece of himself in them, too.

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punkpandapatrixk · 2 years

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Romance, self-development, spiritual awakening; what have you—your Higher Self is here to reorient your compass~🧭This PAC is relaying a sense of Love towards yourself (first and foremost), which subsequently assists you to become a vibrational match to the person destined to share a harmonious, soulmate type romantic connection with you~💖

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Pile 1 - Get Ready to Get Busy, and Happy~!

10 of Cups, 4 of Wands, 7 of Wands & Priestess of Shine

Don't they say we must be patient as everything works out in Divine Timing? This is it! The time for you to Shine has come. You now have all the necessary skills to impress and make your breakthrough🤩Had this chance come about earlier, you wouldn't have done as wonderfully—trust that! For such a long time now, you've been so emotionally unfulfilled. Seems like you've been struggling and working and improving yourself—including going through shadow work and healing yourself spiritually—but true emotional satisfaction was still nowhere to be felt. You've wondered if there would ever be an end to this desolate feeling.

Here it is. The Gate of Happiness is opening up! All you've worked for ain't for naught. FYI, sometimes people become a coward before the gate towards happiness; maybe because they've been let down so many times throughout their period of struggles. Can't blame that, right? It's not your fault that you're scared. But here's a message from your HS to remind you to not cower when the chance arises. Haven't you been wanting this for a long time? For the sake of your own happiness, don't sabotage this chance!

Down this road, you're gonna get so busy with new preoccupations and some things may be a little troublesome. But it's worth all of the troubles because this endeavour: 1. is in alignment with your Soul's Purpose, or 2. is something temporary that gets you closer to your Destined Life Path anyway. At any rate, you're gonna get so busy, but also happy! This is the kind of busyness that's worth your Life Force~🫀Oh, and... if you're not there yet, this is the road that's gonna lead towards meeting your Destined Person. So~don't cower before the Gate of Happiness💖Kick that fucking door open if you must!

Little sparkles of Shine~🔻🧡

If, and if, you find yourself scared of even trying your luck in whatever endeavour is on your mind, think it this way:

Whatever the result may be, at least you took action, and that's proof enough of your not betraying your Soul's desires.

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Pile 2 - Transform; Don't Look Back Anymore!

6 of Cups, XVI The Tower, 2 of Pentacles Rx & Priestess of Inspiration

As I was turning the cards and finishing taking their pic, the song Ready For Your Love by Gorgon City came up on my shuffled playlist. There's this part of the lyrics that resonated like a bomb even before I began channeling:

I'm ready for the start of something new/I'm ready to depart from what make me blue/I'm ready for my heart to let you through/But most of all, most of all/I'm ready for your Love~ do woop do woop

The lyrics in bold, my friend, is the reason The Tower card sits in the middle of your pile. Since you're ready anyway (you've been ready for a while now) this is more of a message of encouragement from your HS. That lil boost of confidence by acknowledging you're down the right path. You're gonna change your Life, right? Don't let reminiscence of the past hinder your progress. Plus, this PAC being the last part of this whole... Destined Person series(?) wants to let you know that you're only getting closer to them the further you go down this path🎉

The Tower card traditionally brings a sense of hopelessness for its message of destruction, but in your case, you can literally use the power of lightning to your advantage. Be that magician and power up your engine with the force of nature!⚡️Basically, this means you can work harmoniously with the benevolent will of the Cosmos, made clear through your connection with your HS🌞So long as you don't resist, your process should be easy...er.

It's only natural that you lose some people during the process of transformation, but who's to say you're gonna end up alone? In fact, you're making space for your Soul Fam members to come into your Life. I see a lot of cheer ahead of you! I think there's a quote that says something like, butterflies don't chill with caterpillars anymore. It's okay, you're turning into a butterfly, let the caterpillars blossom at their own pace, too. This pile's message is quite short, but an additional message can certainly be found in this PAC: ♥︎How You’ll Recognise Your Soul Fam

Little sparkles of Inspiration🔻💜

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Pile 3 - Keep to Yourself and Build Your Kingdom!

5 of Pentacles Rx, Ace of Pentacles Rx, Knight of Pentacles & Priestess of Energy

-To think you've got all Pentacles (earth energy) and here's a hardworking Capricorn girl, Winter, in the picture🤯-

Whatever your dominant sign may be, I think this pile attracts people with strong Water placements. Maybe something like a lot of (or a few but important) planets in the 12th House, and the like. Basically, you have so much spiritual energy which you're still learning to manage. If you identify with being an HSP (Highly Sensitive Person), even an empath, even more a Starseed, you may have this natural attractiveness to terrifyingly parasitic human beings. Something about your Watery energy is needed by those zombies who can't do anything to help themselves. And being so kind, you give and give of yourself until you run dry.

Your HS wants you to start taking responsibility of your own Life Force and keep to yourself! As you learn to take responsibility for your own capabilities and limitations, so will you learn that other people are JUST equally responsible for their own life choices. You can't save anybody, each one of us saves ourselves by the choices we make. Other people, at best, can only inspire us to take action! Remember that well. It's necessary to start implementing this mindset now because your HS is urging you to manifest your highest possible Destiny.

Destiny may sound like a destination, but contrary to popular understanding, your Destiny is not a place you arrive to after a great struggle. Destiny is essentially constantly created and recreated, reorientated, recalibrated as you make daily choices. Of course, if you somewhat stray or decelerate, your HS and team of Spirit Guides are gonna help you return to balance, so you can manifest the highest possible good in your Reality. If you continue to entertain other people's demands and expectations and sacrifice your own authenticity, that affects your manifestation. But the problem here is that you're always manifesting (you're simply too powerful not to manifest instantly), so in effect, other people's low-quality emanation of energy helps you manifest low-quality everyday reality.

Right now, your HS wants you to really think about this!🍱

Little sparkles of Conviction!🔻❤️

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yankpop · 2 years

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Yandere Jin (BTS) - Christmas Drabble

Summary: It's Christmas and your boyfriend has a surprise for you.

DISCLAIMER: This is a FICTION work only made for entertainment purposes so please don’t take any of this seriously. I do not support or encourage any type of abusive behaviour. Please, be 18+ to read this, no minors are allowed. Make sure to read the trigger warnings before you get started, but almost everything is yandere and includes toxic behaviours.

All copyrights belong to @yankpop (aka me) so do not post/translate my works on any other platforms without my consent/knowledge.

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WARNINGS: Some emotional manipulation, nothing too bad.

AN: Since it's Christmas i decided to write a small Christmas drabble to set the mood. Basically just some soft yandere Jin in this one. Let me know what's your opinion on this. Hope you guys enjoy this 💖

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“We’re almost there, just a little more to the left.” You take a few cautious steps to the left, feeling Jin’s hands over your shoulders trying to keep you steady. Excitement and nervousness bubbles inside of you at the thought of whatever surprise Jin had organized for you.

“Okay, I'm gonna take these off now.” The eye cover is slowly pulled away from your eyes, causing you to blink a few times to adjust your eyes to the scene in front of you, before raising your eyebrows in amazement.

An enormous Christmas tree proudly stands ahead of you, beautifully decorated with numerous colorful lights along with golden and silver ornaments. The top holds a bright star while the bottom of the tree is filled with several wrapped gifts.

“So, did you like it?” your boyfriend’s eager voice pulls you away from the trance you had fallen into. Quickly turning around, you throw yourself into him, pulling Jin into a tight hug. “Thank you so much, Jin, I absolutely love it, it’s so amazing!” you joyfully cry out as Jin chuckles at your reaction, placing a small kiss on the top of your head. He pulls back, a loving smile adorning his handsome features with his eyes sparkling with the reflection of the Christmas lights. The mere sight makes your heart swell with love, a warm feeling penetrating your body. How did you get so lucky?

“I just wanted to show you how much I love you and make our first Christmas even more special,” his touching words make you nervously hold your breath, not daring to miss any moment of this special occasion. His warm hand softly grabs yours as a small frown shadows his face as he proceeds. “I know sometimes I'm a little too protective about you and that you hate it, but I only do it because I love you and I…I don't know what I would do without you. You’re my everything.” his voice breaks at his words while Jin looks away from you, his eyes almost wet with emotional tears. A wave of regret washes over you, suddenly wishing you hadn’t been angry whenever he showed up unexpectedly at your workplace or interfered when you hung out with your friends. Afterall the only thing your boyfriend wanted was your safety while you were acting like a total spoiled girl.

You place your hands on Jin’s face, pulling him down, closer to you. “I’m truly sorry for not appreciating you enough, Jinnie, but from now on I’ll try my best to be a good girlfriend, okay? I’ll never complain about anything, I promise.” Your heart skips a beat when Jin’s face lightens up at your words and he quickly engulfs you in a tight hug, burying his face in your neck.

So that you don’t see the satisfied smirk that is plastered on his face, glad that his little plan worked.

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johnsamericano · 3 years

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𝔖𝔲𝔤𝔞𝔯 ℜ𝔲𝔰𝔥 𝔧.𝔧.𝔥 •3•

I hope this ain't getting shitty. Thank you for reading, sexy people. Send me a message or an ask if you'd like to be added to the tag list.

warnings: hungover jaehyun, age gap, hospitals, nothing too extreme.

sugar rush m.list.

taglist: @thoreeo @trustmahluv @sunny-nyu @nanascupid @silent-potato @painted-hills

Yoonoh woke up on a strange bed, the mattress stiffer than the one he had back home. He refused to open his eyes, fearing that the daylight would worsen his headache.

“Wake up, sunshine.” He groaned, all the memories from the past night hitting him like a truck. “Come on, I made breakfast.”

His eyelids finally fluttered open, frown softening at the sight of you in a messy bun and your cute pajamas.

“How come you look so fresh?” The dark circles under his eyes had deepened in the span of a few hours. Thank God he didn't have to work that day.

“I always look fresh.” You seemed to be more comfortable around him. Perhaps it was because you had to tuck him in last night. “Up.”

You tugged both of his limp hands, forcing him to sit up.

“What did you cook? It smells nice.” He scrunched up his nose like a little kid.

“Eggs, bacon, and hash browns.” Fast as lightning, he got up from bed. On his way to the kitchen, he noticed the blanket hanging from the edge of your sofa. Disappointment pinched his heart.

“Why didn't you sleep with me? You would've been more comfortable.”

You set two plates on the small table, pulling the pan out of the stove to serve them.

“You spread yourself all over the bed as soon as I laid you down.” You lied successfully. You didn’t have the heart to tell him you weren’t that comfortable yet.

You let the pan down on the kitchen counter, taking a seat in front of him.

“Do you still want to visit my father?” Sparkling orbs stared at him timidly, fearing his answer would be negative.

“I mean…” You hummed, trying not to give it as much importance. “I do want to go!” He quickly corrected himself, frantically shaking his hands. “It’s just that I don't want to meet your father like this.” He pointed at his bed hair, which had only become messier since he woke up.

“You’re acting like he's gonna see you.” There was a slight bitterness in your tone, along with a fake grin.

“Alright, let's do this instead...” Yoonoh sat up straight, clearing his throat as if he were about to give a speech. “We’ll have breakfast, you'll shower quickly, and then we’ll drive to my house so I can fix myself. How does that sound?”

“So I'm finally gonna see your mansion? How exciting.” You kicked his leg teasingly under the table, his cheeks inevitably dipping as he tried to suppress a smile. “I bet you have some peacocks in your backyard.”

“And there's also a dolphin in my pool.” He let out a hearty laugh, extending his arm over the table to grab your hand.

His house was most definitely not what you expected.

It was about the size of the one you grew up in, the decoration inside minimalistic. There were no expensive paintings framed with pure gold, only pictures of him and his family. There was a small backyard you could access through the French door in the kitchen. Half of it was occupied by a greenhouse.

“I had to donate the peacocks to the zoo.” He whispered as you looked through the glass door, squeezing your shoulders with his slim fingers.

“What a shame.” Hesitantly, he wrapped both of his limbs around your torso, letting his chin rest stop of your head. Your heartbeat was thumping loudly against your chest. Yoonoh surely felt it but decided not to comment on it.

“There’s a Tv in my room in case you want to watch something while I shower.” A hint of mischief adorned his honey-like voice. “Or you can come in and watch me instead.”

“Stop!” Your elbow connected with his ribs out of pure panic, making him bend in pain with his hands covering the injured spot.

“It was a joke...” He whispered, teeth gritting together.

I made him mad, you thought. Should you escape or face the consequences of his anger? All thoughts erased from your mind as he grabbed your calves, lifting you over his shoulder.

“Put me down!” You hit his back with closed fists, unable to see the expression on his face. “Yoonoh!”

He went up the stairs, proceeding to enter his room and throw you on his bed. Thousands of dirty scenarios crossed your mind before he threw himself on top of you, crushing your bones under his muscular body.

“My...ribs...”

“Oh, sorry, what is that?” To make matters worse, his fingers tickled your sides, provoking a fit of desperate giggles to escape your mouth. “I’m not hearing an apology.”

“Sorry! Sorry!” His hands finally stopped, giving you time to breathe. Nonetheless, he remained laid on your chest, using his forearms to lift his weight. “Aren’t you gonna shower?”

“I like you.”

The confession was so sudden, so raw it took you some time to finally react. But you had no words to give him an answer, instead, you combed your fingers through his long hair, massaging his scalp while waiting for him to speak up again.

“I never thought I'd be feeling more than friendly affection for you. Our agreement doesn't include love, after all. But I've started feeling like a teenager all over again. I can't help but get excited whenever you call me. Do you know how sweet your voice sounds through the phone?” He sighed, discouraged at your lack of response. “I guess you're not there yet.”

Instead of verbally answering, you planted a sweet kiss on his head, right where small, grey hairs had started growing.

“I’m not good with words.”

“That’s alright.” He snuck his hands under your back, holding you tightly as a sudden need to nurture you took over him. The mature image he had of you faded in less than a second, leaving behind a young, troubled woman. “I’ll shower quickly so we can go see your pops. I bet we’ll get along just fine, maybe even go golfing when he wakes up.”

“I forgot you're almost the same age. Creepy.” He smiled, though uneasiness started steering in his guts.

“Does that bother you?” He asked without giving it a second thought.

“I don't know yet.”

(...)

The man with high cheekbones and bruised skin laid limp on the hospital bed. Yoonoh had been working on his case for about a month, yet, it only started feeling real the moment he entered the room.

“This is my dad.” All emotions had escaped your eyes as if your soul wasn't there anymore. Only an empty shell.

“You look so much like him.” he was afraid touching you wouldn't be the right thing to do, so instead, he said: “He seems like a suitable golf buddy.”

Tension finally loosened its grip around his body as you snorted, pigment returning to your cheeks. Finally, he wrapped his hand around yours.

“He will wake up, y/n.”

“He’s taking his sweet time.” You glanced back at the laying figure, skinnier with every day he spent asleep. “I want someone to pay for taking away the last person that loved me.”

The last person that loved you. Would Yoonoh be able to fill that spot? Not yet, probably. He couldn't modify the depth of his feelings, but he could surely give you the vengeance you longed.

“Do you trust me?” With your eyes still glued to your father, you nodded. “Then I can assure you we’ll win the case.”

“I know we will.”

He sat silently with you, holding your hand without saying a word. The smell of alcohol and the beeping noise of machines made him nauseous. He hated hospitals. You noticed the change in his demeanor, his hand becoming cold while holding yours with strength.

“Do you wanna go?”

“No!” He smiled through the pain, scooting his chair closer to lay your hand on his lap.

He wouldn't agree to get his ass off the plastic chair. You had to tell him you were hungry for him to finally stand up, still clutching your hand like your father did when you were still a kid. His parental behavior caused several emotions to stir inside your guts, so mixed up you couldn't quite put a finger on any of them.

“What do you want to eat?” The tension finally left his body once out of the building.

“Soup.” You smiled while swiping your thumb on top of his knuckles. “I know a place, but to be honest, it isn't good. So we can go to the store and get the ingredients to- but you can't cook.”

“I’m up for a cooking lesson if you are.” He wanted to see your pretty smile again. Maybe making a fool of himself would help. “Let’s hit the road.”

“Wow, so cool.”

“I know.”

(...)

“Can you grab that can of chicken broth?” You pointed at the high shelf, letting go of Yoonoh’s hand to allow him to move freely

“I have a better idea.” He dragged you by the arm so you were standing in front of him, trapped between his body and the shelf. “I’ll lift you so you can reach it.” Matching his words, his hands grasped your waist, ready to carry you.

“Stop!” You slapped his hands repeatedly between giggles. Ignoring your complaints, he started lifting you. “Yoonoh!”

“Yoonoh?” A feminine voice had him placing you back on your feet in less than a second.

“Seryeong, I didn't expect to see you here.” His hands remained seated on the curve of your waist.

“Neither did I. I was surprised when Sungchan told me you'd left early yesterday.” She seemed a bit older than you but still younger than the man behind you.

“I had some matters to take care of.” She eyed you from head to toes with a smug grin plastered on her lips. Just by the look of her clothes, you could tell she was as wealthy as Yoonoh. You feared the scene would turn into a tv worthy drama.

“I’ll go get the chicken breast.” You tried escaping his grip, only to be pulled closer to his warmth.

“No need to. It's already inside the cart.”

Why am I so dumb?

“Does your father know about your little girlfriend?” She asked without hesitation.

“I guess.”

“And why didn't he tell me anything?” She cocked an eyebrow, his hands finally loosening around your body and allowing you to move from your position.

“Look, this is something you should talk about with him. Now, if you excuse us...” With a hand on your shoulder, he began pushing the cart to the next aisle, the chicken broth long forgotten.

“Is this some kind of arranged marriage situation?”

“Something like that.” His hands were tense while holding the cart, knuckles turning white from the strength used. “Before you start asking, I'm not really in the mood and I don't want to direct my bad mood toward you. Let's talk about something else, alright?”

Who was that woman that had the power to turn him into a literal raging ball of fire with just a few words?

#nct au #nct imagines #nct ot21 #nct smut #nct x reader #nct #nct scenarios #nct 127 #nct angst #nct jaehyun #nct fluff #nct jung yoonoh

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