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liquorishblack · 1 year

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Inside the twisted mind of Hisoka Morow (part 2)

Relationship headcanon

Before you start reading, you should definitely check out part 1 , so you can understand my reasoning a little bit better.♡

Part 1 , Part 2

Synopsis: What a relationship with Hisoka Morow would look like, from sweet beginning to bitter end.

Genre: nsfw!, fluff, angst, headcanon, psychoanalysis, a little bit of everything

Reader: genderneutral

TW: nsfw!, mentions of: physical abuse, emotional abuse, manipulation, violence, murder, blood, sex, size kink, bdsm, praise, humiliation, cheating, trauma, mental illness ... basically everything, it's Hisoka after all

Wordcount: 5.066

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Part 1 already checked? Yes? Then let's get started...

Theoretical babble aside, now we´re getting on to the practice… so, what would a relationship with Hisoka Morow look like from sweet beginning to bitter end? Here we go…

Get to know him:

As for his prey pattern one might think that the only two things important to him are 1) at least one hole and 2) pulse. But that´s far from the truth! Hisoka has strong narcissistic traits, so it will be important for him to be able to decorate himself with his newest conquest, just like with an expensive accessory. So he´s quite superficial when it comes to picking his next target.

If you manage to attract his attention, it will be quite easy to „get to know“ him in a sense of „he only shows you of his what he wants you to see“, but you wouldn´t even be able to notice since he´s an outstanding liar and manipulator. For you, it will seem as if you are talking to an open-minded gentleman. If you fall into his pattern, he will - after observing you for a while - approach you in polite and friendly manner and open the conversation... probably with a pick up line that makes you cringe, laugh and blush at the same time. Since Hisoka is a sweet talker, he´ll have no difficulties to convince you, to go out with him, but there are occasions when wine and dine seems like a big waste of time to him. He has better stuff to do after all. In this case he´ll straight up ask you to hop under the sheets with him, cause he doesn´t feel shame either. If your answer is "no", he will, without deterioration, fly on to the next little flower and since he's a good looking gent, sooner or later this strategy will lead to success. But if he is bored anyway and looking for entertainment, you´re in for a date with a gentleman par excellence. The path of doors being held open, food at his expense, and a bunch of compliments is the most straightforward right into your pants, after all.

After a nice evening out he'll get down to business relatively quickly back at home - if you two even get there before he gets to the nitty gritty. He doesn´t shy away from PDA after all, since he is in fact completely shameless (neither has he empathy for you, nor for himself) and since he´s quite exhibitionistic, it might even turn him on.

When it comes to sex, it would be better, if you don't care about your physical integrity too much… since he has self control, he won´t hurt you seriously, but like I´ve mentioned before, this man needs strong stimuli to get *all excited*. But if you´re down for his messed up shenanigans, such as bdsm and bloodplay, you´ll enter an extatic world of domination and devotion, pleasure and pain, denial and overstimulation, humiliation and praise. And since promiscuity is quite a common trait of people who fall under the ASPD spectrum, he has plenty of experience and knows exactly what he´s doing and how to please you. For him sex is - besides the fun it is by itself - also a tool for boosting his ego. He just loves to see the impact his cock and his little tricks have on you and he will watch your facial expressions while fucking your brains out with great enthusiasm and pleasure. Only when you´re a total mess, he will allow himself to release and give you some rest. If he really likes you, you can expect at least some kind of aftercare, to make sure you´ll sleep with him again, just in case he decides wanting to do so. It´s an opportunity nice to have after all. If you´re just a random hookup, a towel is all you get… if you ask for it very nicely. He likes to see you suffer and he´s big on teasing and humiliating after all.

Dating-Phase:

Honestly, when it comes to relationships of any kind, casually hooking up is as uncomplicated as an interaction with Hisoka can get - as long as you can keep up with his kinks to say the least. You two meet, he´ll fuck you senseless and afterwards you both go separate ways as nothing ever happened. That's probably how most of his „relationships“ will go. They serve their purpose and are uncomplicated … just according to his taste.

But what if the thought of your sweaty skin against his, the sound of your greedy moans and the sensation of your nails, digging into his flesh, while you´re silky wet insides clench around his cock won´t leave his mind no matter what, even long after you´ve left?

Chances are high, that such a twist of events would happen with a s/o who is quite unaffectionate. See, Hisoka seems to like a good chase as he makes advances towards Machi over and over again and this would even match up with the theory I mentioned in part 1, that Hisoka was in fact a neglected child. When it comes to love relationships, it can be quite instructive to look at the earliest relationships we all had: Namely, those to our primary caregivers. Hisoka simps for a woman who doesn´t give a shit about him, because that´s probably the kind of „love“ he experienced at an early age. So chances are, that he has infact mommy- or daddy-issues, probably both. As Alain de Botton once said: „We don´t fall in love first and foremost with those who care for us in ideal ways, we fall in love with those who care for us in familiar ways“ (Adaption Level Theory). Furthermore people who shy away from intimacy, because it means making oneself vulnerable, tend to chase after individuals, whose affection is unattainable (such as Hisoka does with Machi), since there is no danger from a relationship that will never come about. In these cases psychology talks about different attachment-styles and attachment-disorders. But back to topic: It's very unusual for Hisoka to have his bed-bunnies still haunting his mind after he have had his fun, so this keeps him guessing…

Probably out of curiosity and ambition to get what he wants, since he´s an opportunist and at this stage might not think about the consequences (like he could fall in love, common, this is ridiculous), he´ll reach out to you again and observe… observe what it is, that you do to him and how he reacts to it, how it makes him feel, just to wrap his head around what is happening. His search for an answer can already take on obsessive traits, because in such an unfamiliar situation Hisoka is confronted with the old familiar feeling of loss of control once again. His ambition will be to regain control, but this endeavor will automatically lead to a conflict of interests: he has a crush on you, he wants to spent time with you, hold you and be near you, just as anyone would, when you grew quite fond of someone. But at the same time his danger-radar screams at the top of it´s lungs „JUST THE FUCK LEAVE, MAN“!, which he actually will do! Over and over again.

In this early phase he will disappear on you often… ghost you for days, weeks, even months. And this, my friend, believe me, will get you hooked. Those push & pull or hot & cold tactics are even used by those dubious dating coaches and you know what? THEY WORK! The culprit in this case is in fact the dopaminergic system. Since we are human beings and therefore social creatures, attention makes us happy - especially if it´s given to us by a good-looking jester. But the moment Hisoka disappears on you, without any shitty excuse even, you´re lacking your daily dose of dopamine, which in fact can lead to withdrawal-like phenomena on a psychological level. Even if you were not so much into him from the beginning, now you´ll be craving your next hit like a junky in rehab. You´ll question yourself, why he got blank on you so sudden… did you do something wrong? Did he find someone better than you? Does he do this to you on purpose? Even a certain sense of ambition can be triggered by this whimsical behavior. With everything you do, you´ll try desperately, to get his attention back, just to get your ego at ease.

So, this bastard got you hooked, not even because this was his intention in first place (not that he would mind either), but because of his own insecurity, which he would never ever show to you, since it´s an admission of weakness and this would give you power over him. Power, he doesn´t want you to have, since he doesn´t trust anyone. You on the other hand will notice anything of that said insecurity. All you see is a fuckboy, who goes blanc on you and uses you like a toy. Your meetings are of fire and passion, while the dead end silence in between will evoke an excruciating sense of longing. Not so much for him, since he doesn´t have great access to his emotion, but you, my dear, are fucked at this point. And so it goes on for a while…

Feelings arise:

We value things, that make our everyday life easier and keep boredom at bay. If you manage to entertain Hisoka to a sufficient degree, he might decide to keep you. Spending time with you, feels always nice - no matter if you´re out on the streets, visiting an amusement park or just chilling on the couch. You have a great sense of dark humor that makes him laugh and he´s somewhat impressed by your high intellect. Sometimes he just sits their, watching you scrolling through your phone, admiring your beauty and wondering, what’s on your mind. Although he's good at reading people, you seem to be somewhat unconventional in your way of thinking - unpredictable even. You don't exactly make it easy for him to see right through you, but that´s what makes you so interesting to him. You are a challenge, which he doesn´t stumble upon often. And you give him sass! You´re not afraid of talking back and speak for yourself, traits he always appreciates. Your attitude somewhat humors him. Somehow Hisoka enjoys the danger radiating from your innocent face (again: Your behavior gives him a sense of insecurity, never knowing where he stands with you - a feeling he is familiar with from childhood days).

Also the genuine acts of affection and kindness you show towards him, will leave him wondering: He isn´t used to being taken care of. Most people avoid him, so every time you snug up to him for a hug or say something nice to him (and he can sense that you mean it) it leaves him somewhat pleasantly surprised.

You help him to fill the void inside of him, an ever-bleeding wound, that tears open again, as soon as you are not near him and he´s confronted with his inner emptiness again. This comforting feeling you give him, he no longer wants to miss and so it happens, that he develops some sense of care for you. He wants you to be happy, because when you´re in a good mood, you are most entertaining to him. He wants you to be safe, so many more shared nights are guaranteed.

You might have noticed a slightly egoistic tinge to these motifs… this is, because they are. This is what Hisokas „love“ will be like. Don´t get me wrong, he will do everything to make you happy and more. He will help you become the best version of yourself you can be and he´s the wind beneath your wings, there is no doubt about that. But Hisokas love will always be conditionally.

(If love is ever unconditional - mother love aside - is a topic for itself, I personally don´t think so and therefore wouldn´t mind, but anyway).

In this phase he might consider to disappear on you and this time it would be final, but that would mean losing you, even risking, that you would move on easily and he can´t have that. So he stays.

Hisoka would never ever be verbal about his feelings at an so early stage. He´ll show his affection for you with, of course, physical touch (believe me, you guys will always have physical contact in some way or another), gifts and quality time - acts of services not so much, but occasions might occur.

If he happens to really fall in love with you (not crushing on you like before, I mean truthful deep feelings), this is when things can potentially get dangerous. When stronger feelings arise, it means that Hisoka has lost control and as said before, he can´t have that. He will consider leaving you once again, but feelings are stronger than ratio at times, so again, he stays.

Now remember why Hisoka doesn´t like the feeling of losing control in the first place: because it makes him vulnerable. It puts him into a position, he isn´t used to. You have the power to hurt him now, not physically (let´s be honest here, he wouldn´t mind that anyway, it would even turn him on), but emotionally, which is were his real weakness lies. As he´s afraid that you could abuse your power and actually hurt him, he will do everything he can, to avoid that from happening. Since he´s quite overwhelmed by this unfamiliar experience, cause he isn´t used to having someone he cares about, expect whimsical and impulsive behavior - but to an extent that goes far beyond what you are already used to from him by now. Just multiply those hisokaesque-traits with 10. His antics will align with his emotional state and therefore become even more unpredictable and uncontrollable.

At times he might try to push you away, maybe by being nasty and saying such hurtful things, that make you consider leaving and never coming back. Without doing it on purpose, you´ll probably touch old wounds of him and make them bleed again. That´s just how relationships are… people who share a great deal of emotional intimacy, trigger and hurt each other from time to time, which in itself is not a big deal, if it weren´t for Hisoka we´re talking about.

Sometimes he might even hate you for making him fall in love with you. For making him feel weak and therefore turning his world upside down, which he absolutely hates at times. If he´s feeling unsure about the relationship or - even worse - about your feelings towards him (not because of you doing something wrong, it can be external circumstances as well), this will throw him off.

Giving him the cold shoulder, like you did in the dating phase, is only good as long he hasn´t invested much, but when feelings come up, that's a big no-no. Jealousy might be a problem as well and yet again, since it´s Hisoka we´re talking about, this might go hand in hand with stalking, obsessive and even possessive behavior, since he can´t find the ability to trust in himself.

It will be your task to show and teach him, how to trust and to convince him, that you can be trusted and for that I hope you have the patience of a saint. Even though from the outside Hisoka seems quite self-confident, remember that this might be a mask. This man has definitely an inflated ego, which is often based on feelings of inferiority. As he has narcissistic traits, he´s highly dependent on external confirmation. The chasing phase is over, so now he wants to be treated. You better look up to him and show him your love and respect as much as you can. Praise him, make sure that he knows that you´re feelings are genuine. Make him feel safe in your arms. Hold him, don´t push him away, even if he can be clingy and a bit much at times.

At that early stage he needs to be your No.1 priority. Don´t dare to ignore him or hurt his ego. Don´t lie to him. This man will notice immediately and get back at you tenfold and he does not shy away from acting up, just to get your attention back, that´s sure as hell. Nothing feels worse to him then not being seen and feeling neglected, since this triggers his childhood trauma. Also, if he gets a reaction out you, that must mean, that you do still care about him, doesn´t it? The bigger your reaction, the better. In this early stage of you´re relationship it is most likely you, who gives the biggest investment, since out of the fear of being hurt, he´s still holding back. But if you´re able to deal with his antics for a distant span of time, this might change. In this early stage he feels best, when you are around him (where he can see and control you, making sure that you don´t dare to act irresponsible with the heart of his in your hands) and therefore he´ll try to have you near him as much as possible.

On a more positive note, I don´t see Hisoka as a physically violent man, unless you ask him nicely about it. He will push boundaries, that´s fore sure, but never to such an extend, that´ll make you leave, since that´s quite the opposite of what he wants. He wants to convince you of what he already knows: namely, that he is the best you´ll ever have. Hisoka is a passionate and sensual man after all, so you´re in for treatment as it would be worthy of a queen/king. Flowers, exciting dates, romantic dinners (hell, he would even cook for you), lots of childish shenanigans like dancing through the sleeping streets and pillow fights after hot and sweaty hours under the sheets. As trust growths, you´ll see more of his soft side and you´ll be surprised how gentle Hisoka can be during intimate hours. He´ll praise you as well, since he wants you to feel good around him. Many many compliments, passionate kisses all over your body, especially on your neck (he´ll definitely mark you as his property), soft caresses and cuddles on end, just holding you close to him for hours. Just for you. Just to make you happy. Just to make you his. At this time he´s more than willing to let troupe duties and even fights in heavens arena slide, just for a lovely and cozy night in, cuddling, giggling and playing cards with you.

Established Relationship:

If he would ever officially propose in case of verbalizing, that you two are in fact in a relationship, is questionable, but his wall is getting cracks already and therefore you´ll get to know his real self more and more over time. He´s no longer the outgoing jokester who teases you all the time (ok, lets be honest here, he´ll stiIl tease you every now and then, he always will, because that´s how he is), but you´ll see a more introverted side of his, which comes along with a certain softness. More often he´s more quiet than loud and he´ll just listen to you for hours, while his bedroomed gaze rests on you attentively. You got his full attention as well as his heart. He cares about you, so he is interested in what you have to say.

But the longer you guys are in a relationship, the bigger of a challenge it will be, not to bore him. He´s volatile after all and it´s highly possible that he nostalgically remembers his times as a lone wolf sometimes.

If bored, he might start arguments out of the blue, just to make things more exciting… and fighting with Hisoka is very unpleasant to say the least. He is bratty, arrogant, petty and has a hard time apologizing. He will only do so, if he wants something from you. He´ll gaslight and manipulate the shit out of you, just for you to feel sorry in the end, doesn´t matter, if you did something wrong or not. In addition your guilt will get him lots of make up sex and sloppy heads afterwards, which is always nice to have. However, these are just squabbles we are talking about… a real argument will look extremely different.

Hisoka has the patience of a saint and nothing makes him fly off the handle so easily (which is quite unusual for people who suffer ASPD tbh). But one thing that will push him over the edge is you being reckless with your own physical well-being… or you flirting with Chrollo, which threatens his ego, cause this man might even be stronger and therefore more impressive to you than Hisoka himself (which he will obviously never ever admit, so he would find some other shitty reasons to justify his anger). When Hisoka snaps, bloodlust oozes from him and the possibility exists that he´ll put you into your place with harsh words spoken in a stern voice, maybe even screaming at you, which might scare you, since he´s quite intimidating in this emotional state. He does this, because by putting yourself in danger, you are endangering himself, too. He doesn´t want to lose you because of some unnecessary incident that could´ve been avoided easily after all, so he´s quite protective when it comes to you.

Also frustration might push him over the edge. He´s not used to not getting what he wants and has his difficulties with terms like „no“. Since he respects you, he won´t cross any major lines, but he´ll push your boundaries and manipulate you into giving him, what he wants. Let's call it psychological warfare. If you somehow manage to hurt his feelings, he´ll go cold on you, pout and even ignore you for hours, days or weeks, depending of how much he´s hurting. Not because he´s so resentful, but because he wants you to feel sorry for what you´ve done to him. When he´s ready to talk to you again, you´ll have to apologize in very very sweet tounges to get back into his good grace.

So, to keep boredom and unnecessary quarrels at bay, it is important that you both find ways to spice things up a little. Now that he has a certain sense of security when it comes to you, you should also lead a more self-determined life again, at least to a certain degree. Don´t be to needy. Don´t run after him. Give him his space and try to find the trust that he´ll come back to you... even though there will never be a guarantee that he does. But give him the chance to miss you, to be longing for your touch, as he´s on his missions and you are mining your own business.

Also you´ll need a high libido to keep up with his insatiable needs, not just during the honeymoon phase, also beyond. Otherwise you´re taking the risk, that he goes elsewhere to get what he needs. I don´t think that Hisoka is big in monogamy when your relationship has been going on for a while… at least when it comes to him. And that´s a problem: He might look after other (wo)men or even consider „cheating“ on you (unless you aren´t fine with an open relationship), but I think his ego might get in the way, when you express the desire to sleep with other (wo)men as well, which is quite unfair, but that´s how he ticks. Maybe consider visiting swingerclubs or participating in threesomes every now and then, as a compromise. It is important, however, that you only get your appetite elsewhere, but always always always eat at home! Don´t deflate this mans ego. This would be a thing you might regret later. If he catches you cheating, he´ll be furious and I don't know how you could, or if you ever could, make up for that. He will definitely kill the person you cheated on him with and I think this could be one of the rare occasions, where he might turn even violent against you. Just to make sure that you´ll never ever dare to do this again. If he decides to keep you despite the cheating, he will treat you like a good-for-nothing slave for the next few weeks, just to make you suffer and get back at you. As for building trust on his side, you can start from 0 again at this point, as you can imagine. Also I should mention, that if Hisoka ever cheats on you, that doesn´t mean that he does not love you. Sex and feelings are two completely different things to him. Therefore his anger in case of you cheating, isn´t based on severe heartbreak, it´s in fact his ego, that is hurting. As if he's not enough and all you need.

I´ve talked about Hisoka pushing boundaries before, but just to make clear what could come along with it: There might be occasions when he comes home after one of his fights, emotionally still heavily loaded and in the mood to celebrate his success, aka break someone. This energy needs to go somewhere and since you´re sleeping right over there so peacefully, you´re the perfect target. He will take what he craves and just destroy you in the most pleasant way possible.

So he comes home in the middle of the night, highly aroused, and will wake you up by indulging your crotch with fiery kisses, bloodlust dripping from his tongue, and greedy blood stained touches. He´ll bend you over and start thrusting into you merciless, without giving you the chance to come to your senses first. All you feel is his hard pulsating cock stretching your insides, his tight grip around your waist, sharp nails digging into your flesh and the cold blood of his enemies dripping onto your hot skin.

These are occasions when sex feels best to him. Every single thrust inside your clenching walls sends shocks right through his body, making him feel more and more extatic with every second. He is completely in charge, not just over you, but also over his opponent, who is most likely already dead by this time. His orgasms are intense in this state of mind and he´ll sure as hell not be satisfied by filling you up just once. After he has absolutely destroyed your downstairs, he´s finally satisfied and will just lay there, with you on his chest, admiring of how much a mess his cock made you become, and enjoy the soothing calmness that floods his body instead of bloodlust. He´ll listen to your soft and exhausted snores until he falls in a deep and dreamless sleep, just like you did, the moment he pulled out of you.

And that is what I mean when saying, he´ll push boundaries. The longer the two of you are together and the more secure you make him feel, the less he needs to fear that you´ll leave by the moment, he shows his real self to you. For the first time in his life he feels accepted as he is… loved even. You stayed. No matter how much of his deviant personality traits he had shown to you and despite the many times he pushed you away. And therefore he´ll be forever grateful.

Breakup:

Is „forever“ even a possibility with Hisoka? I´m not sure about that, to be honest. That would require that you both grow together, to support each other in the fight against the inner demons that I'm sure you both have, otherwise you wouldn't have played along with his games for so long. So always remember: „I´ll admit, I have my issues, but you are just as bad“. Even if the possibility exists, I find it hard to imagine that Hisoka would attend trauma-therapy and engage in inner child work. In addition to that, it would take him years, to put down his mask to such an extend, that he´ll open up about his past, if it ever happens. Also, even if he does, this could cause an initial deterioration of his condition, which could have disastrous consequences. For both of you. Therefore, some things might better stay untouched, otherwise they might break you.

Also, I don´t think that the chances of a consensual break up, without any drama or heartbreak, are very high. What ever the reasons might be, if Hisoka is the one being hurt, he might decide to kill you. Not because of hatred (unless you have treated him tremendously wrong), but because of safety reasons and therefore it´ll still hurt him like a bitch. It would be a scene as tragic as from a love drama. He would hold your lifeless bleeding body until it gets cold, kiss your soft lips as your last breath leaves your lungs and gently close those your/eyecolor eyes, he lost himself in so many times. He might even shed a solitary tear. Whatever happened between the two of you, you showed him, what love is, and therefore he´ll never forget you. But it just had to be. In the end, you two didn´t work and you just know too much, to keep wandering this planet. He has many enemies after all and with your connection, the trust in you, that you won´t use your power against him one day, is broken. Depending on the circumstances, he might decide to never love again.

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♠ „Farewell, my dear. Too bad, it didn´t work out. We just weren´t meant to be… and still, you´re the only one, I´ve ever loved and therefore I´ll never forget you.“, he says, plenting a last heartfelt kiss on your forehead, before he leaves. ♠

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The End.

TYSM for reading!🫶🏻 You made it till the end, so you deserve a flower.❀ If you enjoyed my writing, feel free to send me requests, I'm always grateful for some inspiration. - Yours truly, Ava 🤍

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xlovingcupcakex · 5 months

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M!Kylar x F!Reader - Gaming (Part 1)

You and Kylar meet through League. Two dorks in love. Fluff. I could make it into GN!Reader but I need the reader to be female for the next part, so yeah. There's not much League things, it's more like a plot device. So anyone can read it, even if you don't play league I made it pretty vague on purpose. As always, love y'all!

No trigger warnings, unless you count in League. Kylar is Kylar. Yeah.

2.1k Words. Not including headcanons.

As your game came to an end, the bold letters flashed on the screen. Although the game wasn’t won, you still had a lot of fun. Especially since your support was good, and it seemed like the both of you had a good synergy.

It was no surprise that you sent them a friend request and an invite to your next game, hoping to play some more with them. A feeling of joy rose up in your stomach as they accepted both invitations, their preferred lane positions already picked and ready. You were already ready to start the next game as well.

As you started up the queue, you asked them the basics, getting to know them better. If your synergy together was as good as you suspected, you definitely wanted to play more with them. And you for sure wanted to keep them around if that was the case! Making new friends in-game was fun, after all.

Music played on Spotify as your anonymous support was answering your questions. The answers were short and curt, giving your duo an aura of mystery around them. However, in the end you found out a few things about your lane partner.

First off, they were a man, and his name was Kylar. He was also around the same age as you, he even studies computer science! Although his answers were short, his questions about you were plentiful. You answered most of them without a second thought, as long as they weren’t questions about your exact location. However, you didn’t mind giving him a vague answer, like which major city you live close to.

You also made sure to cheer him up through the messages as best as you could when something didn’t work out on bot lane. His Nami was on point, he was actively using his ability to slow down the enemy, only to follow up with a bubble that would stun them, thus giving you a kill. But sometimes, things didn’t work out the way they were supposed to, all thanks to random visits from the enemy, which would catch both of you off guard.

But you made sure to calm him down each time, giving sweet words of encouragement, effectively bringing him back to his composed state almost immediately, or at least, it looked that way after you saw his playstyle improve. You also made sure to praise him each time he did something good. Although you weren’t sure if it had any impact on him because of the lack of voice chat, you still hoped you made his day, since he kept writing back “Thank you.” each time you gave him a compliment.

Unbeknownst to you, Kylar was a melting mess behind his computer screen after each time you have him a compliment. You were so nice and so easy to talk to! Not to mention, you were really good at the game. And you knew what to say to him to make him calm down. It’s like it was fate for both of you to meet!

Oh, how much fun does he have playing with you. He was actually the first one to ask you to play with him next day, too. Kylar spent the whole day being online as soon as he woke up, since he didn’t want to miss you and he really, really wanted to spend more time with you. He has made sure to give you lots of compliments as well that day.

Hiding behind the screen gave him the anonymity, hence making him more courageous. You appeared slightly later than usual, which made him worry as he started to overthink as to why you could be late by two hours compared to your usual time. So, it’s no wonder he went ahead and asked subtly, disguised under the pretext of asking how your day was.

Oh, so you had to do some grocery runs and buy a few things! Oh, it’s getting colder, and you bought some sweaters, as well! He was sure you looked so good in the virgin killer you bought. Kylar is so sure you bought it for a potential meeting with him, his Darling dressing up all nice and pretty just for him.

Although he didn’t know how you looked like yet, he was sure you were just the most beautiful Goddess on earth. It’s impossible for someone as kind and nurturing as you to not be beautiful to him!

He could only hope that you felt the same excitement whenever you spent time with him. You had to. Otherwise, why spend time with him? You surely had a thing for him too. You had to.

The more you played with Kylar the more attached you got. He was fun to text to and play with, and his mysterious nature made you more curious about him. You tried asking more questions over the last few weeks and lately, you’ve been curious about what he sounds like. At some point your head made up a deep voice, fitting for his mysterious personality.

It didn’t take long for you to take matters into your own hands, asking him whether not he wanted to join a Discord call with you. You were so ready to hear his voice. The thought actually made you all giddy and excited. As you exchanged Discord nicknames, you glanced at the screen. His nickname was Yamada-Kun, the same as his in-game nickname. He also had a picture of Yamada from ‘leveling up Yamada-Kun to lv999’.

Your heartbeat quickened up as you clicked the call button, ready to hear Kylar’s voice for the first time. Kylar answered instantly, which surprised you. You barely even heard the Discord call noise; you were instantly connected to a call with him.

Kylar shuffled about in his room, stumbling over his things. His hands felt shaky. His hands were sweating. He dried his hands by brushing them against his pants, hopefully less sweaty now. Kylar was so excited that he knocked over the microphone by mistake! Getting it took some time, since he had to be sneaky about it, but it was so worth it. Now his Darling can hear him in the highest possible quality! He was such a good boyfriend for you!

As the microphone fell, you shrank a little at the noise, curious as to what happened. “Hello?” you said. “Is everything okay, Kylar?”.

Your voice was so nice to him, so pretty and calming. It felt so good to hear you that he almost forgot about the microphone completely. He gingerly picked it up and placed it back on his desk. Then, he cleared his throat. “Y-Yeah, I’m good. My microphone just fell.”

Oh, he did not sound like you expected. Not in a bad way, of course! You didn’t expect him to sound so shy and nervous, that’s all. But it was so cute that you just had to tease him.

“Feels good to finally hear you, my Dear Duo! I was so excited. And I’m still excited for playing today. You ready?”

Although you couldn’t see it, Kylar was nodding his head repeatedly, black locks of hair flying around and messing up his hairstyle, making it more messy than usual. “Y-Yeah, that sounds absolutely great, my Lovely.”

Oh, he was using back pet names as well. He was so shy you thought he wouldn’t use it. You leaned back in your chair, pulling up League and logging it, then picking your preferred role to play before inviting Kylar to the game.

God, his voice was so nice to listen to, even with all the stuttering and occasional voice cracks when he complimented you on nice actions you did in-game. It was so soft and delicate. Your ears felt hot and you felt a flush come to your cheeks as you listened to his voice. You desperately wanted to hear more, so you gradually asked him more questions, which he seemed to answer gladly, happy to satisfy your curiosity.

The atmosphere on call was comfortable and it was nice to talk to someone during ranked games. Whenever he gave you a compliment or used a pet name, each time more confident than the other, you felt your stomach buzzing with energy.

You reflected the same energy back to him. You did have some kind of crush on him. But that’s because he seemed so curt and mysterious in the beginning, and now you found yourself falling for how cute and shy he was being on voice.

Your throat sometimes squeezed up, making it harder for you to say what you wanted. You didn’t even notice when you started to get nervous whenever you complimented him. Or used a pet name. You don’t remember when the last time was you felt so hot and giddy around someone else.

But you knew that the feeling, despite it being slightly uncomfortable, made you feel mostly good. Happy.

With how cold it was getting lately, your hands started to gradually become cold, to a point where you just couldn’t bear it anymore.

“I think I should lay down and heat up, Kylar. My hands are cold as fuck.” You said. You exited the game and started to slowly close up other tabs you might have had open.

“You could lay down a-and I’ll stream for you, Love! P-Please stay!” he sounded so desperate, it almost made you feel bad for wanting to go and lie down. A chuckle left your lips. He was so adorable. Like a bunny.

“Sure. I’ll call from my phone in a few minutes. Need to change into my night clothes. Be right back, Darling!” and so you ended the call. You got ready and as soon as you laid in the bed, Kylar instantly called you, almost as if knowing you are in bed already. Huh. He must have some crazy 6th sense.

You answered the call, getting comfortable under the covers. You already felt warmer, but not warm enough. Kylar pulled up some videos on YouTube as you guys chatted. Soon enough, he changed to Osu instead, showing you off his skill. Trying his best to impress you.

“Jesus, my hands still feel so cold. F-fuck, my whole body is cold.” you mindlessly complained, snuggling more into the comfort of your quilt and soft pillows, impatiently waiting for your body to generate enough warmth.

“I can be your blanket, Love!”

You almost choked on your salvia as your breath hitched, suddenly feeling shy as you mulled over his words. He wants to cuddle you. Or was it something else? You felt so light-headed you weren’t really sure. You hid your face in your covers.

“S-Sure. And I can be your pillow.”

This time it was Kylar’s turn to blush. He stopped whatever he was doing in Osu, his brain short circuiting. He destroyed his own streak on the current Osu map he was playing and because of the level difficulty you soon heard an old retro melody that would signal that the map has been failed.

His hands felt... Grabby. He desperately wanted to hug you. Feel you under his fingers. Give you the warmth you need. Slightly sweaty, too. He gulped.

“W-We should meet up, if you really want to c-cuddle, Love.... Can we meet? Please, Love. I want to meet with you so badly. Give me the address and I’ll come as fast as possible, no matter how far you are.”

His phone was already in the palm of his hand, looking up how far the busses and trains in his area would cost and how far they can take him. He was pretty serious about it.

You felt so embarrassed by your words. You gripped your pillow tighter, bringing it close to your chest. You were unsure on what to say as you contemplated your next words. You really wanted that hug.

“Okay, but... Only if you are somehow not that far away. Okay? You can come to (address)” you said. It wasn’t your home, but a place that was near enough. A gas station. A place where there are always people. It’s late and it would be the safest.

Kylar immediately looked up the place and noticed it’s 40 minutes away by buss. He started grinning, a red flush took over his cheeks, reaching his ears and neck. He gripped his phone tighter, already packing things he might need into his bag.

“G-Great. I’ll be there in an hour and a half! Jus-st wait for me, Love!” he ended the call, getting ready to meet up with you as fast as possible while you collected yourself and thought about what you have gotten yourself into.

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A few other things I've thought about while writing this one.

Some Kylar headcanons ahead!

They are probably into Otome dating games.

In games like Osu! or Killing Floor, they are a casual player.

More competitive games make them aggressive, although they don’t show it on chat if there’s a penalty.

They do, however, make noises/sounds of frustration, maybe slamming their hand against the desk or keyboard, but never anything full-on destructive.

Of course, Kylar will hold those reactions back when playing with you!

To be honest, you have a calming effect on them.

I feel like Kylar would be a Nami main when it comes to support, alternatively other cute champs like Lulu, Soraka, Lux. But enjoys an occasional Pyke or Senna.

You bet they play anime songs/openings, Hatsune Miku or other Japanese music while beating the maps on Osu!

If they are not playing anime songs/openings, they sure as fuck play emo/scene music. Pierce The Veil, Breaking Benjamin, Asking Alexandra. Sounds about right to me. Oh yeah, also listens to Night Core.

I feel like at first, they would be court and short when it comes to messages. Mostly because they are shy and so they would seem cold at first. And yeah, you can’t hear their stuttering.

But writing stutters and such also suits them lmao. I think they would use a lot of (…) whenever they write something.

I am sure they would be voiceless at first because they would need to steal a microphone/headphones with microphone first, just so they can talk to you.

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a winter's ball with vax'ildan, maybe? only if you have time

When I read this one, I immediately got inspired. Hope it turned out well! 😘

Wining and dining was never really his style. Vax’ildan prefers the shadows over the shimmer and shine of these ostentatious events. It’s a thing he could do without but with Vox Machina’s rise in reputation so came obligations. It’s not every day the Sovereign invites you and your friends to attend some posh party and while he might want to forget, his sister and her boyfriend-he means friend- have not neglected to remind him this is not something he can get out of. At least there’ll be an open bar and as long as he sticks with the likes of Scanlan and Grog, he’s in for an eventful night to be sure. Even if everyone has been threatened urged to be on their best behaviour, he is used at being a shadow in the crowds. He’ll be fine. It’ll be hell but he’ll be fine. So here he stands dressed in his best, listening to the chatter and whining of the nobility of Tal’dorei. Plenty of gossip and slander and he has to admit his fingers do twitch when he sees some of the blatantly disregarded riches people put on display. It’s like they want to be robbed. Wait… That man was wearing three rings just a second ago. There’s two now. He searches the crowd. Nothing out of the ordinary. At least to the untrained eye. He recognises a pattern of movement, someone making their way across the room, to be as far away from the scene of the crime as possible, not like the rich prick will notice the ring missing in the first place but better safe than sorry he supposes. Whoever you are, you’re good. Just not good enough. And since Grog’s been cut off from the open bar and Scanlan has already has found some privacy, it’s not like he’s got anything better to do.

On your trail, he realises he was incorrect when he assumed you were getting away from the crime scene. Instead you are making a clean sweep, mingling with groups, inserting yourself into conversation. He’d have lost you completely had he not seen you change you appearance behind a pillar. He almost did lose you several times but there’s something distinct in your behaviour, a tell that he knows all too well, and one he’s guilt of himself. Though, when he gets close enough, your voice, it sounds familiar. He can’t quite place it. He gets closer but doesn’t quite join the same conversation you’d slid into. He listens to you, watches your every movement. You’d taken on the appearance of a tiefling, horns and orange eyes and all. Attire displayed more Marquisian. You lay it on thick, flattery, compliments, charms and don’t neglect the occasional flirt to really sell it.

“My my, that ring of yours, it is a gorgeous piece!” You gasp as one of the ladies not so subtilely brushes the rubies around her neck. Obviously she was looking for a way to insert the ostentatious diamonds into this conversation and was failing. That faint glint in your eye right before you spoke, the one that’s akin to focussing on a target, that’s your tell. Everyone has one after all.

“It ought to be. It was a gift from J’mon Sa Ord themself!” The lady already stretches her arm out towards you, to give you a look up close. Vax watches as you daintily reach out to take the woman’s hand and let the ring hit the light perfectly.

“Such a high honour, my lady. A gift befitting a queen one could say. You simply must share the story behind it.” As she retracts her hand what the woman does not notice; you unclasped one of the bracelets on her arm, let it drop into your palm, the one that clasped under her hand, and sweep it away as she goes into the extensive story, having all those around oohing and aaahing. In the mean time you grow quieter and quieter until the focus is entirely away from you. You bend out, and make for the nearest alcove. Vax watches you brush along your clothes and then let your hands fall to your sides, bracelet nowhere to be seen. That’s when he decides to make his move.

A job well done. You got plenty of loot from your little scavenger hunt, no one any the wiser. Tonight was a fruitful night. Who knew the desperate for attention and admiration were still granted plus one to such an event with a tight invite list. Just your luck you make a good actor and have no obligations to sweet-talking yourself into this spot. Such a shame though, the event is so large with so many attendants, it’s easy to get lost and lose sight of your escort. It’s unlikely you’ll meet again, or rather, your escort will meet you again. You’d not be so stupid to wear your own face on such an adventure. Nothing a little magic couldn’t fix. Not all deals made are bad ones and you surely reaped the benefits of this one. Time to leave. Stay close to the dance floor, make it to the balcony and off you go. It’s like stealing candy from a very rich baby. Another change of face; a half elf this time, with a tiered ruffle skirt. It seemed suitable, and just slightly big enough to keep at bay some of the suitors waiting for a dance partner of their choosing. You turn down the others, claiming exhaustion, already being spoken for, and so on.

“Would you like to dance?” Your breath catches. You know that voice, and seeing the half-elf to your side, you are not mistaken. Shock must have spread across your face but you recover quickly. He looks as handsome as you last saw him, though the outfit is not very him. Vax. Your heart aches

“I’m afraid my dance card is full, good sir.” You reply and sound a little more breezy than you intended. You have to get out. This is no place for a confrontation. Vax only takes one look at you and knows every single instinct on the verge of kicking in, so instead he simply takes your arm and pulls you into the ongoing dance. It’s a good thing you’re both quick on your feet or you might have sprawled across the floor unable to avoid the other couples in their routines. You want to say something, protest or just get out but He’s guided you along to a place where doing that inconspicuous would be very difficult, even for you. Bastard. You put on a smile and play the part of a whimsical lady who belongs here.

“What brings you here, Miss?” You want to snort at his all too innocent question and playing into your act. He’s learned quite well. Then again, he always had charm, though, his sister will always be the more persuasive one.

“Oh, I’m here with the Lord Waters. My uncle was kind enough to send me along to familiarise myself with the court here! And you, good sir? What brings you to this marvellous event?” You want to gag. You feel his hand burning against the small of your back, know he can feel through the illusion, feel the dagger you’ve got holstered there. His fingers of the other hand have clasped with yours, the fingerless gloves must have been a nice surprise as opposed to the dainty satin it appears to be.

“Me and my companions were invited.” Damn it. You should have taken a better peak at that guest list when you had the chance. Of course Vox Machina would be in attendance. You’d have made better efforts to avoid them. Not that you’re not enjoying this encounter. In an odd way it feels good to be here, back in Vax’ arms. You’ve got plenty of memories like these. Though few include being in a palace like this. It feels good even if you’ve been made and should probably make an effort to get out now.

You must be very important then. Excuse me for not knowing-“ You keep playing the game and Vax almost starts doubting himself. Maybe he was mistaken. Maybe he missed you in the crowd and is confusing you for this innocent half-elf but then you cast your eyes to the closest balcony. It’ll only be a matter of time before you’ll pass it and he wonders if you plan on making your escape then, slide away without another word.

“Vox Machina. Heroes of Tal’dorei some say, though it’s a bit pretentious if you ask me.” He speaks earnestly. And then your window of opportunity approaches.

“I’m afraid my feet have grown quite tired. It was lovely dancing with you, Hero of Tal’dorei.” You make to push away from him and he lets you go. What you don’t notice is that he’s just as good as you and in your distraction of getting away, you miss him removing that dagger from your belt. Your head’s turned when he swiftly slides it up his sleeve and follows after you, through the crowd.

You break for the balcony, moving through the crowd gently until you reach the doors and slide through unnoticed. There’s no one else. It’s freezing cold after all. Big change from the warm interior and leaves you shivering just a little as your body adjusts. You look around the ledge; bushes below lead into the gardens. A drainpipe goes down to one side but looks rather shaky. Though his balcony is supported by pillars and happen to have decent foothold, even if a layer of frost covers the ground below. You’ll have to be careful still but you could not call yourself a master thief if you were thwarted by some ice. You pick a nice spot and sit on the railing, reach for your- it’s gone. You frantically look around, as if it might have dropped on the stone here somewhere. Then the door opens and through slides that damned half-elf, holding your dagger between his fingers.

“Looking for this?” Cocky as you know him to be when successfully stealing something. “You can drop the act now.” You roll your eyes as you jump back to your feet and meet him in the middle of the balcony. He lets you take the dagger without a fuss and you quickly put it back in its sheath dropping your disguise. He wasn’t prepared. Vax didn’t think you’d actually drop your disguise, that he’d be facing you now. With your urgency to get out he had assumed you might have been running from your past, from him but you’re not. You’re standing here and don’t make a dive for your escape. You cross your arms.

“You’re a bastard, and you know it.” You snicker. Despite the freezing cold the sound warms him from the inside. It’s been far too long since he’s heard that sound, heard you. You take another step closer. Your breath shows upon the cold air as you look him in the eyes. You tilt your head slightly, lips parting and begin to lean in. You bring a hand to his chest, let the other brush along his cheek, along his pointed ear until you guide his face to yours, as if you’re going to kiss him. But then he feels a pull and his hair falls free out of the tie he’d been persuaded to keep it in. You step back laughing and lift yourself onto the balcony ledge. He crosses the distance as you play with the tie.

“Is it really that easy?” He laughs at your antics. It’s like you never parted, like not a moment has passed since your last goodbye even though it has been years. He was a scavenging thief with an annoying sister back then. He’s an adventurer now, still with an annoying sister though. You were a runner for a local guild. What have you become? You bear no seal, now sigil and you seem wholly unburdened. You wink at him.

“It can be.” You swing your legs over, and stand on the small ridge. You quickly peck his lips and leave the half-elf in shock, short of a response. “Pick a place. Tomorrow. Lunch. My treat.” You play with a gold necklace between your fingers but before you’re about to jump off the shock has vanished and Vax feels in control of himself once more. He cups your cheeks.

“I’ve missed you.” He breathes as his brain is trying to wrap his head around all of this. You’re here. You actually want to see him and as it looks like now you’ve no objections to picking up where things left off. What in the world is happening?

“Missed you too.” Genuine words. Gently he presses his lips to yours, awaiting any response of objection but you move them against his, wrap your arms around his neck and deepens the kiss. The cold breeze cuts at his skin, his fancy clothes doing little to keep it at bay as opposed to your attire, clearly suitable for the weather and your objective for the evening, though he cares little when he holds onto you, when he feels your fingers brush against his skin and spark a fire to keep him warm, however short-lived this kiss may be. He pulls away, reminded you are on a job and he’d be a terrible partner in crime if he did not look out for you. Your hum in disappointment almost makes him forget about that.

“There’ll be a guard patrol coming in two minutes. You’ll want to be past the fountains by then. The roses to the right will give enough cover.” Vax gives you the run down and you nod. With a final peck you push off the ledge and he runs to the edge to see you grab onto the pillar, and slide down. When he does he feels something in his breast pocket. It’s the gold bracelet. You blow him a kiss when you hit the ground before you turn on your heels and make a sprint for the roses quite a ways a way. You’re lucky you’re fast. With a longing sigh he watches you go. Lunch it is.

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Lucifer x Transmasc! Reader - Falling for the Fallen Angel - Chapter 2

Just You and Me

Lucifer comes over more often, but this time it's only you two in the hotel.

Lucifer sure kept his word, he was there at least once a week. He always made sure to call Charlie in the morning and arrive later that evening to give you plenty of time to cook. Of course, that wasn’t the only reason, it was to let everyone know he’d be there so it's not a surprise.

He’d come by and see how everything was going and chat with Charlie until dinner was ready. Then you’d seat him and he’d eat with everyone else, always making sure to give you some sort of indication that he enjoyed the food. It was nice to know the King of Hell enjoyed your cooking, and you couldn’t help your heart from fluttering every time he’d give you one of his silent compliments.

Today you were watching some show Angel recommended to you. It was another romance show that used any and every excuse to get the characters to fuck. It wasn’t your cup of tea but you wanted to watch at least a few episodes to see if it got better. Your mind kept wandering back to Lucifer. Sometimes he showed up without his overcoat, showing his pink and white gatsby vest and his white long-sleeved undershirt. He’d roll up the sleeves, showing off his dark forearms. You usually had to not look at him for too long.

Wait.

Were you falling for Lucifer? No, no, you were just happy he liked the food. And that’s only important to you because he rules Hell.

Yeah.

Totally.

Charlie startled you out of your thoughts with a light touch on your shoulder.

“Oh, sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you,” She apologized with a hint of guilt present on her face.

“You’re good!” You reassure her. “Did you need something?”

“No, I just came to tell you that my dad will be around later. I told him me and Vaggie have a date tonight but he insisted on coming over anyways.”

“I’ll start preparing then!” You got up from the couch, turning off the TV. “Oh, and I hope you and Vaggie have fun.”

Charlie smiled at you, “Okay, I’m going to get ready for tonight, good luck!” And with that she was off to her room.

As you walked you wondered why Lucifer would want to be here if Charlie wasn’t here. Wasn’t that the whole point of his visits? You shrugged it off, maybe he was helping around the hotel or doing something for Charlie. Either way, none of your business.

You entered the kitchen and got to work. Charlie had started to become more laid back with what you were to cook so you got to decide what you’d make for Lucifer. You’d had quite a hard week mentally, the realization of you being dead set in more and more with each passing day your headaches increased as you tried to remember what your life had been. You had a feeling you’d never know. You wanted to give up, no use thinking about now that you’re dead but it just wouldn’t leave your mind.

You sighed and hoped Lucifer wouldn’t mind a simple dinner as you downed some painkillers and got to work.

While you couldn’t remember a lot, you did regain the memory of you making yourself breakfast when you were sad or having a hard time. It was something that calmed you down and you needed that right now. You cracked some eggs, got some bacon and whipped up some dough until you had a pretty good dinner, or well, breakfast. You carefully organized the foods onto separate plates before carrying a few at a time to set on the table. You sighed contently, looking over at your work as you exited the dining room and went down the hall to the lobby.

Where was everyone?

You facepalmed. Everyone was gone. Alastor was out at an overlord meeting, Sir Pentious was out with his egg guys, Charlie and Vaggie were on the aforementioned date, and Angel Dust and Husk went to a bar. You gulped. That meant it’d just be you and-

Suddenly the doors opened and in walked the man of the hour. Lucifer smiled a toothy grin at you, “Hello!”

“Hello, Lucifer!” You replied, trying to give him a smile back but your heart was pounding in your ears.

“I heard it’s just us tonight, how exciting,” Lucifer said smoothly, as if it was nothing. “Here, have this.”

He handed you a.. Rubber duck? It had a little chef hat.

“Take it as a thank you for all the delicious meals.”

“Oh, thank you!” You said as you looked back at him before focusing on the duck once more. You gently squeezed it and it squeaked in response. Adorable.

You turned your focus back on Lucifer, “Come, I’ve made us dinner.” You said as you led the way to the dining room.

He followed, once you reached the door you held it open for him. You waited for him to move to his chair but instead he pulled a seat for you to sit in.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you eat, come, relax.” He said in a soothing voice.

You didn’t typically eat when everyone else ate, you felt like it was rude. You accepted his invitation and sat down as he pushed in the chair. He sat in his normal spot, which you were now sitting beside.

“Breakfast, huh? I think it’s a little late for that,” He joked before bringing a few pancakes to his plate followed by a few sausages.

“I’m sorry it isn’t as grand as it normally is. I wanted to do something a little easier,” You explained sheepishly. Lacking on the job already.

“Oh? What, didn’t want to put in all the effort for little ol’ me?” He teased before taking a neat bite of his food.

Your stomach felt like it was going to explode. “That’s not it, sir-”

He raised a hand and laughed, “I know, you’re okay. After all, it’s just the two of us. Any more food and it’d be a waste.”

You let out a sigh of relief as you took a few small portions of the dinner you prepared. Your hands were shaky as you took a bite, Lucifer’s gaze sliding over you. You swallowed hard.

“So, how has my daughter’s hotel been treating you?” Lucifer asked as he swallowed another bite.

“Good, the residents are cool and Charlie is so sweet,” You responded before eating more.

“I’d expect nothing less from my daughter,” He smiled.

You both fell into a comfortable silence, the only noise being the clinking of utensils to the plate as you two ate. Lucifer took a napkin and dabbed his mouth with it.

“Another fantastic meal,” He said as he set his napkin down and looked at you.

Your heart could have exploded right then and there. “Thank you, Lucifer.” You mumbled quietly, scared if you talked too loudly your thoughts would run out.

He raised an eyebrow at your behavior before smiling, “Now,” he began as he stood up, pushing in his chair. “Everyone else has decided to leave the hotel, so why don’t we join them?”

You looked up at him.

“Like, go out and… Do something?” You questioned. Was he serious?

“If you’d like!” He offered you his hand. “I’d like to put more of an effort into getting to know Charlie’s friends, and who better to start with than the one who creates the amazing meals.”

Yes, of course. Obviously. He was going to do this with everyone else. Now your heart needed to stop beating a million times a second. You took his hand and stood. Before you knew it he pulled you to him and through a portal. You blinked several times as you looked around. You weren’t in the hotel anymore, where were you?

Oh wait, you knew this place. This was the city! It’d been awhile since you’d been here, the crimson sky laid hauntingly in the sky as always. You looked at Lucifer, amusement in his eyes.

“I don’t go out much, so I don’t really know what people do for fun,” He laughed awkwardly. “However, you can’t go wrong with buying things.”

Shopping? You pat your pockets frantically. “Shit, bring me back to the hotel, I don’t-”

Lucifer held up a hand, “Oh please, money is nothing to me. Don’t worry about it.” He leaned against his apple-topped cane, “Now, what place looks interesting to you?”

You felt guilty but looked around from where you stood. Then, it caught your eye. You pointed to it, a simple toy shop. Lucifer looked over at it before staring at you, yanking at his collar.

“Oh-ho boy, uh, are you sure?”

You nodded, you needed more stuff for your room and you figured it’d have some interesting nick-nacks. Why was this such a weird thing? Was it because you were an adult? He seemed to be avoiding eye contact and you worried that you did something wrong but nonetheless you two made your way across the street.

Lucifer did his best to keep his composure but as you two got closer, his facade was falling. He grabbed your arm as you pushed open the door.

“Look, uh, I’ll stay out here, just tell me how much money you need.”

You blinked at him, “Uhm, okay? I’ll just come back out and tell you when I find something that looks neat.”

He let you go and you went inside.

You then came right back out, your face bright red.

“That is NOT what I wanted.”

Lucifer looked at you puzzled before bursting out laughing. “Oh my golly- You-” He tried to speak as he continued laughing at you. You buried your warm face in your hands, humiliation overwhelming you.

After a while of embarrassment and Lucifer laughing at your mix-up, he finally calmed down.

“Golly, I haven’t laughed that hard in a while,” he said with a chuckle, wiping a stray tear away from his eye. “Now, come, I can lead you to the place you were looking for.”

You awkwardly followed, your eyes never leaving the concrete side-walk. This was hell, of course it’d be a store full of sex toys. You really should have taken the name “Valentino Toys” and thought about it for more than a second. You were pretty sure Angel had mentioned his boss was Valentino, and considering what Angel Dust did for work you should have put two and two together. Either way, you followed Lucifer down a few streets before bumping into him as he stopped.

“Ah sorry-” You mumbled as you looked over the store in front of you.

“Here, you’ll have much better luck finding what you were looking for,” Lucifer teased as he opened the door for you.

You walked inside and looked around, your eyes widening in awe. It was huge, several shelves stocked to the brim with figurines, stuffed animals, posters and other various small trinkets. It was like a little kid's dream.

After at least an hour of vibrating from shelf to shelf, you finally grabbed a few things, a plush of your favorite animal and a few other things to put on your shelves. As you checked out and watched the total rise you felt intense guilt creep over you. Oh no. Did he think that you were using him? You’d have to make it up to him, you didn’t want to leech off of him. You grabbed your bags and gave Lucifer a good handful of apologies as the two of you walked out. You two continued to walk around the city, the crimson sky darkening and the lights turning on. It was strangely beautiful as the two of you walked. You both stopped at a park, resting on the park benches and falling into a comfortable silence as you watched the strange Hell fish swim in the pond. It was peaceful, which was strange considering you are literally in Hell.

As the sky darkened further, exhaustion crept into your body. This was around the time you went to bed. You yawned, stretching.

Lucifer looked over at you, “Time to leave?”

“Unfortunately,” you said with another yawn. You’d love to continue this hang out but you really needed to sleep. You still had to work.

He stood up and offered a hand, which you took and stood up. Once your feet were on the ground you were being pulled back to the hotel through a golden portal. You rubbed your eyes at the sudden bright lights of the interior.

“This was fun, hopefully we can do this again sometime,” he said with a smile.

You could feel the burning make its way back onto your face. You nodded, “Yeah, it was.”

“Look I’m really sorry-” You started but you were swiftly shut up by Lucifer pulling you into his embrace.

You blinked in surprise before returning the hug, any guilt from earlier melting away in his arms. You didn’t want to let go as the scent of crisp honey apples drifted around you.

“You apologize too much, darling,” he said kindly, his smile soft as he pulled away.

You mourned the loss of his warmth as he walked away, “I’ll be seeing you soon.”

He turned to you once more, that pretty smile aimed for you as he disappeared. You walked back to your room and set down your bags before falling onto your bed, your face growing red as you recounted the day’s events. The faint scent of crisp honey apples stuck to your clothes. You breathed in the smell as you drifted to sleep, thoughts of the King of Hell dancing throughout your mind.

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peachy-pink-princess · 1 year

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Over protective en-

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Heeseung: Heeseung worries about you a lot. Like a lot, a lot. However he also knows that you're a plenty capable person and can take care of yourself. He doesn't want to seem pushy but low key adores the moments where he gets to be your superhero. For example when you went out for a lovely dinner and a middle aged man decided to crash your date. The following minutes would included the older man complimenting you, specifically your body. Yeah- Heeseung ain't putting up with that. Needless to say date night got cut short and ended with you nuzzled into your boyfriend's chest at home, where the only man you need to think about is him.

Jay: Repeat after me, husband material. He's shamelessly overprotective. Like his s/o is beautiful, smart, talented, everything he could want and more. Regardless of the situation you're always in his mind. He texts you constantly through out the day to ask about your day. So when he received a text from you that you were outside the hybe building waiting for him, imagine his surprise to see another man's arms around you. He may not be the most passive aggressive out of the members but he's in the top 3. Expect to hear his sweet voice saying some...less sweet words. It's all worth it though, cuz guess who's arms are around you now? His<3

Jake: I don't think Jake is an over protective boyfriend. He gives and has full trust with his s/o... That being said his trust doesn't extend to anyone else. He thinks everyone wants you fr✋ He'll be like

" you see that person over there, they're looking at you. "

" No they aren't-"

" I mean you're perfect so I understand why they're staring "

" they literally aren't staring ".

That is the average conversation with Sim Jaeyun. One time out of the many you've had that conversation he was right.

" They're looking at you. "

" I'm sure you're wrong Jake. "

He gave up pretty quickly on that conversation and went to the bathroom. When he came back the guy Jake had noticed was no longer in the corner from before but rather trapping you against the wall. Jake to your rescue, his method of saving is extremely painful. He chooses to ramble to death. Tell him to shut up plz ( jk I love him ). He'll make it so awkward that the guy has to go away. Definitely has the most shit-eating grin you will ever see. Call himself your knight in shining armor. Just go with it, we love him.

Sunghoon: Acts like he doesn't care. ( He does ). He cares a lot. Sunghoon will definitely deny this side of himself but everyone, even the members, knows he's over protective. Sunghoon took you on an ice skating date, something he sees as incredibly entertaining ( especially when you need his help ). When he went to retie his laces you were left all alone on the Ice, at least you thought.

" Are you all alone? "

When the young man approached you, you didn't think much of it. However, when he grabbed your hands trying to lead you on the ice , pulling you forward you suddenly feel hands on your hips. Keeping you from moving any farther. " She's with me " is all Sunghoon says before dragging you far far away

Sunoo: Sunoo is a difficult one when it comes to being overprotective. There's only one thing he gets jealous of...your pets or animals. (( He thinks they're the only things that are as cute as him )).

" You know why I'm better? Because unlike that cat I don't scratch you- I know it's cute but...so am I "

You'll probably have to give your pet and your boyfriend affection at the same time- it's just the sunoo way

Jungwon: we all know he's so silently judgmental. This definitely applies to your boy best friend. He doesn't get the concept. Like shouldn't he be your boy best friend?! Jungwon went to pick you up after class to see you talking with the other male. Jungwon felt curious, deciding to approach and listen from a far.

" Come on jungwon is always away you need a real man you need me "

Your friend put his hands on your shoulders his touch slightly aggressive. Your heart was pounding out of your chest and you desperately wanted your boyfriend. Lucky for you, he came.

" I knew I shouldn't have trusted you. You think you're so much better for them than me? If you were than you wouldn't be making MY darling so uncomfortable right now. Come on y/n were going, right now. "

Niki: Nothing worries him more than the idea of you leaving, especially for a vacation. After all he left his entire country to pursue the idea of being an idol and although there is a lot of important people in his life that he started in Korea you are definitely the most important. He doesn't know why but a certain part of his brain always switches on when he hears that you'll be leaving for a while, he's afraid he won't come back and he'll lose one more person that means so much to him. The day that you leave for vacation you'll receive hundreds of texts all of them being sweet just asking you about your trip and telling you to keep him updated so he knows his love is safe.

I haven't posted in a while but I really hope that this is enjoyable for all my readers and please give me some requests, I want to get them done before the holidays as a treat to my readers

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stinkyme · 1 year

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Hello! This is my first fic so please be gentle with me, I am not sure if I will make more since I have no idea how will this one do, but I hope you will like it :)

It's Mushitaro fic, I wanna give special thanks to my friend for complimenting it and giving me confidence :)

I apologize for any mistakes, english is my second language

CW/TW: maid!reader, however it's not typical dynamic, bear with me, for most part it's gn!reader but when smut scene comes it's fem!reader, NSFW obviously, slight edging, Mushitaro is needy, it's a bit of slowburn, Mushitaro is a bit OOC at the times, tying up, reader is dominant, overall switch dynamic from both Mushitaro and reader, reader is Poe's friend, a bit of angst, fluff, cursing, please let me know if I forgot to mention anything! :)

I listened to The Zone - The Weeknd, if anyone is interested :)

N/N stands for nickname, I wasn't sure how to tag it

Sentimental || Mushitaro Oguri x Reader

It was during the time Mushitaro spent time in Poe's mansion.

You were working for Poe as a maid even though your relationship with him was very friendly and he didn't look down on you whatsoever because you were taking care of him and Karl. You would clean, prepare food, feed and play with Karl when Poe was too busy with writing or bickering with Ranpo while solving cases.

One day, he suddenly showed up with a man unknown to you, he was tall, slim and from what you could tell, very fashionable and took care of himself and his looks which sparked your interest aside from Poe suddenly bringing someone in since you knew he doesn't really have friends beside yourself, Ranpo and Karl.

"I'm pleasantly surprised to see a new face here Poe, is this your new friend?" you asked while adjusting your skirt and getting ready to put some new works Poe has written on the shelf. You were thinking how Poe wrote a lot lately and he was clearly stressed rather than inspired since what you were getting your hands on are around 20ish books and as you started packing them in your hands in order to move them, a man suddenly interfered taking books out of your hands.

"I am Mushitaro Oguri and by no means I am this man's friend, however I am grateful for his assisstance and help." he said rather dramatic and then he continued his speech "I also understand you are his maid by what he has told me and it's a pleasure to meet you, it must be pain in the ass to deal with him, so let me help you with those books at least."

You didn't expect from him to be so...initiative with his help. He gave you an idea of a man who has others do things for him, you would even assume he was demanding in nature. It made you think a bit and then you introduced yourself "Pleasure is all mine sir, my name is Y/N L/N and I am glad you understand my struggles with Poe, I have no one to complain to, he might seem shy and anxious but he can be really hard to please sometimes." you said in joking manner.

Mushitaro took look at you and chuckled while putting one of the books down.

"You won't have that issue with me. I know exactly what I want and I am straight forward with my demands unlike some of us." he glanced at Poe who was standing next to you slightly uncomfortable.

"Oh? I am glad to hear that, I am sure we will get along just fine.", you elbowed Poe, "Cheer up sad face, it's a joke, I honestly couldn't ask for a better person to work for and work with." you have Poe warm smile and he relaxed a bit and while smiling added "I am glad to hear, Mushitaro please go easy on her and treat her with care."

"Hmph, who do you think I am? I will treat her properly, I don't need you to tell me that." Mushitaro said with slight annoyance in his tone.

"Good to hear. But, I must take my leave now, there are plenty of things we need to get done." and with that Poe explained full situation to you and how this it to keep Mushitaro protected and safe because of everything that happened with DoA.

You understood everything and you were a bit scared for what your friend has gotten himself into, however you knew your priority was to make Mushitaro comfortable and satisfied, more importantly safe.

You were slightly nervous about it since he made very clear he *is* a demanding guest to have, however you knew you won't fail and you will keep him here whatever it takes. It's least you can do.

Although you could see how Mushitaro was combing his hair almost asking to be watched while doing it because he was so theatral about it so you chuckled to yourself and thought how this might not be too bad after all.

Well.

You were wrong. You were so wrong that you wanted to find Poe and strangle him for leaving you with this man. After his little help with books, which you highly appreciated, he was insufferable.

Demanding certain procelan, certain clutchery, he wouldn't eat food that wasn't 'satisfying his taste buds' even though you knew your cooking skills were perfect, certain way to clean, dry and iron his suit he wants to wear for a day (as if he was going anywhere aside from mansion and as if he was seeing anyone aside you) and when you brang his attention to that he would shut you up by saying how style is style, no matter where you are or who will see you, he even went so far to making you move all furniture in a room he was staying in because it wasn't satisfying his eyes, nor complimenting his style and class.

It was almost like he was tormenting you on purpose as if he noticed and deeply enjoyed every time he could see your eyebrow twitch on one of his demands. You tried to keep yourself professional because you are a professional, you might be a maid but you are very intelligent, strong willed, patient, you helped ADA and Guild more times than you can count and this man won't break you. That was your resolve, no matter what happens or what he asks for you will go through it and your pride and mental state might suffer a bit because of it, but you will stand your ground because last thing you want to do is fail your promise made to Poe.

This was your resolve but it seemed like Mushitaro had resolve of his own and that was to make you completely miserable.

"Hmm, I need a new tie. I grew tired of all old ones I have." it was almost like he was singing just for your ears to hear and bleed out from annoyance. You ignored him, hoping it will just pass as soon as he notices something else he isn't satisfied with.

"Do you hear me? I said I need a new tie so you will go with me to buy it and you are awfully quiet today Y/N, you seem even...annoyed? Why would that be?" you had your back turned on him because you were ironing his suits and tried your best not to snap and potentially kill him, but you could feel amusement that was tangled with his voice and his low gaze that was burning on your back. You took a small breath and turned around with the most relaxed, professional and kind expression you could do.

"I am by no means annoyed, I am simply focused on my work. As for your tie, I am truly sorry, however we can't go out and risk you getting caught so you will have to find a new way to amuse yourself or pick a tie you already have and make it fitting for today, sir." you were proud of yourself for being collected, you spoke calmly, maybe even too calmly for your liking, but none of that matters now. What matters is you won. He stood silently, observing you for a few seconds and as much as you hated to admit to yourself now, he was a pretty handsome man. More importantly, it got you thinking a bit, the days you spent together, when he wasn't annoying he was actually sweet and interesting man. You knew he helped Ranpo, so with that knowledge you could conclude he was just a show off and usually people with grandé self expression through mannerism and clothing just dislike being looked into due to insecurities or secrets we all have more or less, so they do their best to make people focus on their outside persona. It still didn't make you miss out on that when he wasn't being pain in the ass that he complimented your work, your knowledge, saying how lucky Poe is to have you as a friend and as a caretaker in a sense, when he shared his stories and experiences even though they were sometimes mostly focused on him being 'King of crime' how he liked to call himself and you would let him have it even though you knew he didn't have that inside himself. He wasn't a murderer, he was just granted an insanely powerful ability and he had a right to claim it however he wanted because it was his after all, but it wasn't him as a person. He loved dicussions and often times when he would discuss something with you he had some sort of sadness to him, gloomy expression with a bit of choking some words out or not fully focused, almost as he was reminiscing some past events that were bringing sadness to him, but you were never foolish or rather intrusive enough to ask, so you would listen. He loved being listened to as well as he loved to listen to you. He would disagree with some things you would say, but he would never belittle you which did make you feel warm around your heart. It was a long time since you were able to discuss something or just talk with someone since Poe was often busy and when he wasn't busy, he would speak about Ranpo or new novel he has in mind. You never minded that, you loved seeing Poe being out of his shell with you, but you also deeply missed being listened to and sharing your own thoughts, worries and philosophy with someone. That is until he showed up. He also seemed awfully lonely and people in solitude often have certain aura to them, you were also convinced Mushitaro sensed that in you as well, that's why when he wasn't annoying you, he made you feel comfortable and heard. Your laughs echoing, Mushitaro being loud while trying to explain why mystery novels are stupid, how math is even more fun, how style of a person says a lot about them, how he listened to your adventures with Guild, ADA, Poe, Karl and memories from your childhood. He was there and made you feel less of a forgotten mansion's ghost. Which meant a lot.

Yes, he was also awfully handsome and had beautiful complexion and your heart would flatter anytime he would compliment you in his unique way or when he would give you a gentle smile of appreciation anytime you did something he demanded the way he demanded or when he would slightly touch your hand your body would have weird sense of familiarity, of belonging, of feeling real and appreciated even if that maybe wasn't his intention at all.

However, he was still painfully annoying.

"Ahh, you still call me sir, I think after all this time and into the late night discussions we got over that, don't you think? Plus when you look at me, I don't look a year over 21, wouldn't you agree?" he was shook his head and then proceeded to look and admire himself in the mirror.

"It is true that it's not safe, however I do need a new tie, so my today's demands, aside from established ones.." he said this in very obvious, yet very teasing voice. You knew that he knew he was annoying you and enjoyed every second of it.

"...are for you to call me Mushitaro and to go out with me for my new tie and keep me safe, sounds good Y/N?" he ended his question with your name that he put a lot of accent to as if it was the main point of whole sentence. You knew his point was to make sure you understand he wants you to use his name even you didn't even know why would you call him sir after all. You did spend a lot of time together obviously, but you never wanted to cross professional boundary so 'sir' would slip out here and there.

It got you thinking, was that even the most unprofessional thing you are worrying about? This is a man that for some reason made you feel like all annoyance was worth it once your head hits your pillow because of the way he spent time with you. Sometimes, for unknown reason to you, when he would get too out of it you wished you could just kiss him to shut him up and take all your inner irritation out on him. It was a funny thought, harmless one too, right?

Wrong. Your so called professionalism ended the moment you started treating him more as a friend, as a part of your daily routine that was needed, that was out of all work you do for him, the moment your thoughts were focused on his shoulders, hands, neck, lips or the way he says your name like he was always there. You tried to supress it, after all, even with your job you were still friends with Poe, right? But you never had such thoughts about him, maybe because he wasn't demanding or testing your limits, that might be it. But you also never found yourself wondering how would his lips taste like or how certain suit covers his shoulders and brings out his figure.

Your professionalism ended when you stopped treating him like a guest, like part of your job for the sake of mission, when you started feeling tingly inside your stomach and chest while thinking of him or simply observing him while he wrote something Poe told him to write.

It ended the moment you started seeing him as annoyance, as pain in the ass, not because of his demands, partly yes, but moreover because he was making your lose your usually calm, collected, professional self you cherished. Because you had feelings for him. Because he brought something new in your routine, he brought new light and new experience you didn't expect. Now, this isn't time to think about silly things like this, you must do something for him to give up stupid tie. Fucking stupid tie.

You looked at him, composed, you thought about what will you say.

"This is how we will do, today I can only fullfill one demand or rather request from you which is unfortunate for me, since I do love doing my job, but it will probably be more unfortunate for you. I believe you know which one is it, Mushitaro?" you did same thing he did, you've put an accent on his name as if it was main point of your sentence, hopefully he will recognize you do see and recognize him as more than you are able to show and with that you smiled softly, hoping that as well as that, he will also realize that fucking tie hunting won't happen.

"You made it fairly clear I believe." he closed his eyes before answering as he was thinking about something unclear to you, softly smiled as well and continued.

"I need a new tie. It's something I desire and as far as I am concerned, based on our conversations and knowing you by now, you value your job and you have to fullfill that desire, no? To you it might be foolish, but I am very serious about this, it's something I am passionate about and you said you will do *anything* to make me feel comfortable. So, there's that for today. Let me know when you're ready to leave." he turned around and you could feel your blood boil, but what's even worse you could hear Poe's anxious and panicked voice asking how could you let this happen over a dumb tie. You knew you were better than this, you knew how nasty you can get once your patience is crossed and this man wouldn't live to tell the tale. So you did the most reasonable thing you could.

"Don't you turn your back on me Mushitaro. You will come back this second and sit your ass down while I sew you a new tie. Did you hear me?"

it was maybe foolish, you knew how to do it, however he had delicate taste as he liked to call it, so this was a gamble.

"Hm? To sew me a tie? You?" he was a bit stunned and you knew you got him intrigued so now all you have to do is convince him.

"Yes, me. As far as you know before anything, I am a maid, am I not? Of course I can do that. I can also make you a tie you desire, so tell me your likings and I will make it, but you won't step a foot outside or I will strangle you with those tacky ties you own. Clear?"

you were actually honest, you were ready to do anything for this to go your way. You disliked a title of 'maid' itself, but you truly did love what you do because it was stress relieving for you and it was always a positive experience being appreciated and a way for you to appreciate people by doing things for them. Well, Poe, Karl and as in now Mushitaro too.

"I also designed my outfit for this work, and out of all your complaints I haven't heard one about my outfit, so my guess is you like it or at least can stand it, right Mushitaro?" you said teasingly, now it was time for a payback.

You knew you were good in a lot of things and handling work no one would do, handling people no one would and putting your hands to use for anything, within that, crafting and making outfits and clothing were only few of them. But most important ones right now.

Mushitaro seemed to get...shy? He looked away from you but quickly found his composure to bring his usual self out.

"Very well then! I shall let you do what you are good at. I, king of crime, know better than anyone what it is like to appreciate your own craft beyond anyone else's. Also, I, as probably the most fashionable person one has a pleasure of meeting told you already. People's style says a lot about them and based on yours I could tell you are creative, quick witted, sentimental and kind which was also confirmed in our time spent together after all work is done. I do admire your work but don't get ahead of yourself with my compliments, I only say this to encourage you doing a good work for me. Mhm! That's all!!" he was so dramatic you had to think, is it really? He sounded like he tried to convince himself into something rather than you, however his compliments did make you feel seen and appreciated once again.

You blushed a bit thinking about his words about yourself and your outfit.

"Excellent then. What are your demands this time, king of crime?" you said while laughing softly.

"Hah! That's exactly who I am. I also knew you were a fast learner. Hmm..for my tie, you see, I desire a teal one, preferably made out silk or maybe wool to match a suit I wear the most so it can fully compliment my style and my persona. Will that be okay Y/N?"

Of course it will be. Ties were easy to make. You could do it blind.

"No problem at all, I will get right to it. See how easy this was Mushitaro? If only you weren't so whiny and dramatic about it I would've finished it 3 hours ago, jeez."

"Hey! That's not it. It's passion, I already explained. But I won't be whiny and dramatic anymore so you can get some work done since I have mine to do. I shall leave now."

"How kind of you, truly. If you didn't have your own work you would annoy me until this whole mission is over." shit. You shouldn't have said that.

"Annoy you? Well, I might come off as demanding, however I made that clear already, I believe. Also, didn't you say you enjoy doing this kind of things?

If it annoys you, well, there might be something else, something inside you that you need to pay attention to. But, that also means you lied to me in the beginning of our conversation, I asked were you annoyed and you said no, why is that?" he was as sharp minded as he could be, his tone sounded a bit offensed, but more curious and teasing.

Did he figure it out? No way, this man seems like he doesn't have awarness of other people's emotional state usually since he is so focused on himself. Usually. Crap. Time to think of something.

"Uh..well, I admit, sometimes your demands do annoy me with how ridicilous they can get, you are the first person that has such a specific taste which is challenging at the times, however, I end up fullfilling them, don't I?" you said the with best voice you could squeeze out of your throat. You knew you would fullfill anything for him at this point because of how fond you are of him and reason for your annoyance is because you wanted to spend time with him...a bit differently, but you knew that won't happen as much as he opens up to you and as much attention he gives you, it's his politeness and who he is as a person, not voice of his feelings whatsoever.

"You are not the first one to tell me that! I had a friend, you see, he also sort of hinted how I barely have any friends due to my persona, but for different reasons. He didn't have any either so it was ironic coming from him.

Yes, you do fullfill my demands and I am grateful for that, I am grateful for you. I will let you do your work now and try not to annoy you too much Y/N." he had some sadness in his voice which made your heart drop in tightness of your chest because not only did he say he was grateful for you, you could also recognize that he liked connection you had and maybe, just maybe, he felt comfortable enough to act that way around you because, as much as he was hiding something by his huge demenor (as we all do), he felt comfortable enough to take up space with you in it. You allowed him that. To be loud, demanding, talkative. He was in general expressive person, but with you, he didn't think about it as in trying to hide something, he was genuine, he enjoyed time spent together, he also knew you loved your job so why not be demanding in order for you to do what you enjoy, he wanted to make that happen. Even though he was naturally demanding, most of the time with you he was just looking for something to demand in order to make you happy.

Because you loved it, right?

You were happy. But not specifically because of what you did, but because you did it for him and with him and you knew once you finish it, it's time for two of you to play games, talk, drink tea or wine, light heartedly bicker sometimes, listen to each other. It was because you loved your heart racing with him, you loved being near him. You were in love and now you maybe ruined it all because your tongue was quicker than your thoughts. You will fix this, hopefully. No, you will fix this for sure. That's your job, you always fix stuff and take care of them. Only, this time, it's your feelings that are involved too. You are doing this for yourself and because even if you felt like solitude was meant for you most of the time, he changed that and you won't lose it.

As he left you in silence, you sat down with your emotions and new discovery or rather new acceptance and started working what you are best in, putting so much thought, love and hope for forgivness and new chance in every move you made with the teal silk. It is beautiful color and it would suit Mushitaro really well, make him even more handsome to you. You were delicate and gentle, focused and determined, trying your best to somehow wield in all emotions you had and hopefully, somehow he might feel them too through your craft.

It was almost done when your attention got caught by shiny, deep dark purple silk in the box and you realized you can maybe make one more. You giggled to yourself because of the idea you got, Mushitaro showed you his ability one time and it was the most unique and beautiful one you've seen truly, not once you've seen an ability being so special and expressive, but it did suit his character when you think about it.

So you decided to make him a purple tie too and on the back sew in a little creature that shows up during his ability so when he turns it around he can be reminded how that's his ability and give his (not so small) ego a boost because it reminds him he is 'king of crime'.

You were hoping he will like it so you got to work as quickly as possible because you were actually excited about this one.

Once you were done, you couldn't wait to show Mushitaro what you made so you quickly went to his room and knocked rather impatiently for him to open doors so you can show him ties you made.

He opened the door looking you up and down, questioning why were you suddenly so excited and jumpy. This was maybe the first time you weren't able to hide your expression from him and you didn't care.

"So will you let me in or what?" you asked impatiently.

He moved from door frame and gestured you to come in.

You came in and his room was really nice and clean, thanks to you of course, so you admired your good work a bit before bringing your attention back to Mushitaro.

"So, I know you asked for teal one and here it is, I hope you like it." you said a bit shyly because next thing was to admit you made a tie special for him, with only him in your thoughts and put your heart in it.

"Now it's not the time to become a coward, Y/N" you thought.

Mushitaro examined the tie between his fingers, he was looking with a deep thought but your gaze was focused on how long, delicate and gentle his fingers are.

"It's really nice, actually. Not like I doubted you for a second, but you truly know your work. I wouldn't find better one in any expensive, tasteful store. So thank you, truly, Y/N. So I don't have any other demands or rather annoyance to offer, so you might want to leave now." he said, he was unusually cold in last part of his sentence which made you a bit discouraged, but you believed it will be okay. You just have to be honest.

"Uh..okay Mushi, look, I am sorry for saying it like that. I know it wasn't nice and truly, it's not the way I meant it.

Um, aside from teal, I made you this purple tie, I know you only have one purple suit and purple tie to match it already, but it has a little surprise behind, so here you go, just turn it upside." you said but you couldn't look at him, somehow it was too much, everything came out pouring out of you and you were emotionally desperate not to lose him over dumb thing you've said.

Mushitaro was shocked. He didn't speak, his eyes were wide and it was the first time he didn't have any funny, quick witted, self praise remarks to make. He just slowly took purple tie you handed out, you could feel his cold fingers brushing lightly over yours which helped your whole body that was burning.

He turned end of the tie upside and saw little creature smiling at him. He immediately knew it was his ability and he was speechless. He felt so seen, so listened to, so warm, appreciated, melted, you name it. He felt it all. But above all he was in shock. He swore he could even tear up if he wasn't so shocked. It was such a small gesture, a detail some would say, but it was from you. From you to him. It was like you gave him a love letter and little creature were your lips that kissed envelope to seal it. Or to be as a signature he would recognize without name. Something inside him in that moment broke, not in a bad way at all, in a way where he couldn't describe and thought how his old friend is probably laughing at him right now. Look at him, you opened and made him experience something inside himself he didn't know was possible. He obviously fallen for you, but this was like his love was sealed with your gesture. Like envelope sealed with a kiss. Like his tie sealed with tiny creature.

He came to his senses and saw you looking around weirdly, waiting for reaction of him.

"So, not only did I get a tie I desired, I got a tie made just for me and a new nickname too? Mushi, huh?"

You didn't even realize. Oops. Well it's fine, it's not like there is going back from this point.

He continued.

"You missed my demanding, ah pardon me, annoyance so much you gave yourself work to do for me. How splendid, I knew you were insanely creative, see N/N?"

he smiled proudly but that didn't change the fact his heart, just like yours, was beating so fast in his chest and all he actually desired was to kiss you and show you what he feels for you.

You were as shocked as he was just a minute ago by your doing. Did he just give you a nickname? I mean, naturally so, you called him Mushi...it's only natural to happen, right?

"I already said I am sorry for calling it annoying and maybe, yeah, maybe lack of your insert made me a bit...sad, I think. Now, stop with the teasing and can we forget that happened?" you asked him.

"I mean...what kind of man would I be if I let something like that stop a lady like yourself taking care of me. Maybe I can rephrase it in my mind and think how my annoying attitude and your creative mind must coexist in order for true style, true fashion to happen and me to be taken care of so delicately. I will settle like that, I am fine with it. I think I can find small part in my heart and forgive you." he said all of this jokingly, theatral, even though he did want for your creative mind and in general, all of you to coexist with him as much as possible. More importantly, he noticed more and more of your kind heart, your loving soul and he wanted to share everything with you.

"It's settled then, we have a deal my new found inspiration." you said jokingly.

"Now, let me put your tie on so you can see how it looks with your suit." you came closer and went to grab teal one because of the color of his suit, but he moved his hand and gave you purple one. You were confused as in why a man who puts fashion over everything would make such a tasteless decision.

It's almost like he sensed question you had and said in soft, low voice

"Sure, teal one would be "right" decision, tasteful one, obvious one. This one has sentimental worth. I might come off as narrow minded or even dull minded to some people due to my appreciation for fashion, but I truly believe meaning and impact behind something holds more importance than some convenient details. You know what I mean?"

You nodded, but chuckled a bit because you knew it will look funny, but also because it made you feel nice. You knew he liked it and that's all it matters now. He took his green tuxedo off and left it on his chair to give you space to work.

You were adjusting tie around collar of his shirt gently, you were so close to him and you were a bit nervous to feel him so close like this but you held it together, it's a fucking tie. All mess happened because of a tie, but it also brought you together like this so it might not be all bad, right?

He was looking gently, lovingly at you, you were much shorter than him, your head could pleasantly rest on his chest, oh how he wished for that.

You were making finishing tucks to make it straight and neat and then gently put your hands on his chest.

"All done! Take a look to see if you like it."

He took a glance in the mirror, it made him proud to wear a tie made specifically by you for him, it was absolutely beautiful, but he couldn't focus on that in the moment you two were in.

"It's truly an honor to wear it and as much as I like it, I think you tied it pretty tight around my neck, was this just a manipulation for you to slowly strangle annoyance from your life?"

You laughed.

"Ah, I am standing next to king of crime after all, how could I be so foolish and think my little plan will work? Come, let me fix it."

You were readjusting the thightness and you couldn't stop your gaze from being shamelessly focused on his neck and not even a bit after, his lips.

He caught that and as you were doing your thing he slowly grabbed your wrists to move them down to stay next to your body and you looked at him in confusion.

His right hand slowly started caressing and making it's way up your arm.

"I think it was enough of this, no?"

He gently moved your hair from your neck and cupped your cheek brushing his thumb over it.

"If this is your way of showing gratitude...simple thank you would be enough Mushi." you said rather nervous, voice low and shaky, your heart was beating so fast you swore he could see it between your chest and you thought this was some teasing game of his.

"Ahh yeah, indeed, it is a way of showing my gratitude, but it's also a way for me to show you my feelings. So thank you for ties, but more importantly for being you, N/N."

You were burning. Was this a joke? There is no way a man like him can get this bold. You didn't care though. You had enough of hiding your feelings and if it was truthful from his side too, you couldn't be more grateful.

He slowly leaned down, his thumb still caressing your cheek meanwhile letting your other hand free and slowly placing his left hand on your waist meanwhile you gently put your hand on top of his, signaling him it's okay to grab it tighter and your other hand cupping his jaw.

His lips finally meet yours and you could feel his warm, wet tongue on yours, he was gentle, slow kisser, pulling you closer by your waist trying to put all of his feelings and admiration for you into that kiss. You pulled away to bite and suck on his bottom lip while looking at him in the eyes then your tongue met his once again, this time more demanding, more aggresively and you slowly put his hand that was carressing your waist and back, on your ass grabbing it with him.

He was a bit nervous, but he didn't stop, you were still making out almost out of breath when he pulled you a bit harshly on top of him while sitting himself on the bed next to you. You pulled away to catch a breath and he started kissing your neck gently, teasingly, he gave it a cat lick and then started sucking on it while his hands were making his way under your skirt. You whined a bit from his work on your neck. He pulled away and started kissing your jaw and under your ear, only to gently bite it. You could feel him get hard under you, he was moving your ass cheeks up and down almost begging you to move.

You removed his tie and undid first few buttons of his shirt and you got a great look of his pale complexion as well as his prominent collarbones you started covering in slow paced kisses moving up to his neck and slowly breathing in his ear because of how hard he was getting, you started licking his neck from the bottom to back part of his ear going back down following wet trace you left with kisses only to start sucking in the middle, wanting to leave a hickey just like he did to you.

He was making small, low groans alongisde with tiny whines.

With your long nails you brushed over other side of his neck and you could feel him trembling, getting harder and harder, basically desperate for your hips to move.

"You are not so demanding now, what's wrong Mushi?" you asked innocently looking at his face, his eyes burning with need and desire.

"Please...please, Y/N."

"Now you learned how to say please, I am surprised. What do you need from me, darling?" you were amused.

You were wet yourself from his sounds, kisses, his gentle, cold hands tracing over your ass, thighs, his desperation.

"Please, move your hips, please do something more to me, I need it." he sounded desperate, his voice was whiny, he could barely look at you.

"All you had to do is simply politely ask Mushi, I am right here, I will make you feel good, it's what I do the best after all, right?" you were whispering in his ear while slowly rubbing yourself on the buldge in his pants, it felt so good, he was so hard and satisfying your throbbing clit.

He moved his hands from your ass to your hips and you started making out again, this time both of you desperate and wanting to relief yourselves.

He put his hands under your skirt, grabbing your thighs, moving his hand up and down making you shiver from how soft his touch was even when he was somewhat rough.

You removed his shirt and he was fairly muscular, he had nice, defined abs and shoulders, not too much or too little, just how you liked it. His body was so delicate, his soft almost like he was sculpted just for you. Then he removed your top and bra and stopped your hips in order to move you under him on bed. His pants had a wet spot from your wet pussy and his precum.

He looked at you with a burning, low gaze, he was silent, but his eyes told you everything.

He lightly moaned when he took a look at your body, analysing and paying attention to every curve while tracing his fingers between your breasts, then tummy, waist, hips, admiring every part of you. He removed your skirt and you were only in panties until he removed them too. He was rubbing your inner thighs, moving his hands all the way back to your ankles only to lift them and put on his shoulder and start kissing.

Your right ankle, slowly putting it down, calf, knee, inner thigh, lower tummy, hip bone, waist, all over your tummy, between your breasts and then he put your nipple in his mouth and started licking and sucking on it which made you moan a bit, meanwhile your pussy was in a need of being touched.

He moved to your left breast, playing with right one and started sucking on that one, licking it and placing a gentle kiss on your nipple once he finished.

"You truly are work of art, you know Y/N."

He then proceeded to do the same thing on your left side, starting from your neck, down to your collarbones, breasts, waist, tummy, lower tummy, inner thighs, calf, ankle tracing it all in kisses, leaving gentle bites and few hickeys on your left inner thigh.

You were trembling under him, your whole body was full of him but one place you wanted him at right now.

"Let me thank you how I am supposed to, please."

He stood up, took his pants off, now only in his boxers and lowered himself between your legs holding your thighs.

He looked your pussy and it made you a bit shy to be exposed like that and stared at, but he was so mesmerized by you that you were complimented by it at the same time.

He started kissing your inner thighs again, ghostly licking them, biting a bit and then placing a kiss as a form of apologize when you would tense up from sudden, small but sharp pain.

He started kissing your crotch and as he was moving from left to right his nose brushed over your deprived clit which made you tense up and almost beg him to eat you out.

He kissed all around it, enjoying you fully and then gave a cat lick to your clit which made you moan and almost fuck yourself on his face if he doesn't stop soon.

"Impatient, I know, I am just trying to show you how much I admire you, how much you own me."

He placed a kiss on your pussy and moved his hand near your entrance slowly putting them in which finally gave you stimulation you craved.

He curled them up perfectly reaching a spot with his long fingers you often times couldn't on your own, putting pressure and listening to your moans that were like a music to him.

He kept going in the same pace you liked and then started licking your clit which made you moan even more encouraging him to start sucking on it. You grabbed his hair a bit roughly but he didn't mind that at all, it was like a compliment.

"Yeah Mushi, just like that." you finally spoke because you were so close that if he stopped you would actually beg him.

"As you heart desires, N/N." he spoke lowly and got back to licking and sucking your clit, not changing the pace of his fingers which made you shake and tremble, then finally made you reach your orgasm.

He slowed his pace down, kissing your folds and licking the cum that was leaking out of you. You were trying to calm down and get your breathing back to somewhat normal, recovering from orgasm he just gave you.

You looked at him and he was so flushed, his face red and his boxers also covered in precum. You stood up and took his hand which fingers were just inside you and slowly brang them in your mouth and licked the cum off of them.

Mushitaro got a bit shy about this so you kissed him.

"You did so well for me Mushi. Now let me do something nice for you, okay?" you got up and took teal tie you made and came back, he looked at you with confused expression.

"Well..you said how you love sentimental things and you know, I worked really hard for this tie and kind of got an idea how we can make it sentimental, you know?" you smiled at him and made him lay down tying his hands over his head.

"Now, you are awfully quiet Mushi, what's wrong?"

"You taste..so divinely, I could eat you out all the time." he said fairly shy.

"That's not what I thought, although I am thankful and trust me, you will have plenty of chances. I meant, for your usual, demanding and desiring persona, you hardly have any demands now. Weird, you seem rather shy." you were teasing him.

He was just laying there trying to not meet your gaze.

"Hm?" you asked while slowly stroking his cock over his boxers which made him twitch.

"Don't tell me you like being ordered around Mushi, that would be so out of character for you." you were looking at his face, he still couldn't meet your gaze.

"Is that so? I mean, you did mention I own you and you were a good boy and did very well so it would only be fair for me to repay you, no?" you came close to his face kissing his cheek and whispered "You know, all you have to say is please. Can you do that for me?"

He was horny, he could basically cum in his boxers right now, his face was red and he was choking out words.

"Please...please touch me, I need you to do that." his voice was whiny.

"You are a fast learner, aren't you? As your heart desires darling." you said and started kissing his neck, moving down on his chest, he had beautiful, tender chest, you started kissing his abs and barely licking them from the bottom to top, he was twitching, melting and whining under your touch. He was under your demand, ready for you to do anything you want right now.

You removed his boxers and his dick was slightly bigger than average, clean shaved, veiny, not too thick, not too thin. You started slowly stroking it which made Mushitaro whine again and moved it to your mouth, licking top of it and going down until he was in your throat. You were making it sloppy and wet, you could taste his precum and you looked up at him, he was at your mercy, you sucked on it harder and he was whining and slowly started to tremble.

Once you thought it was wet enough you moved on top of him and started riding him, his cock filled you up perfectly, stretching you just enough that you moaned from sensation, you started bouncing up and down, not too fast, not too slow, just enough for him to groan and beg you.

"Please go faster, I am close, please." he was saying breathily, he was practically whimpering.

You smiled and started going faster which made him groan and let out slight "yeah, please, just like that" but more than anything he was whimpering and trying to untie himself in order to grab your hips.

You stopped your movement.

"Need something?" you asked knowing that he was annoyed by your sudden denial of his orgasm.

"I need you to keep going Y/N", Mushitaro said desperate for his orgasm, his face had annoyed, yet begging expression.

"Untie me and keep going, please. I want to touch you." he whimpered.

"I can tell." you placed your hands on his chest and moved your hips back and forward on his throbbing, twitching cock to get some relief your your clit.

It made him moan.

"Please, more, I need more of you Y/N." Mushitaro was desperately trying to make you untie him and you felt bad for him so you untied him.

"Better?"

He was quick to make you go underneath him, your legs snaking around his waist. You were a bit shocked with sudden change.

"I need you, don't deny me this now Y/N, don't tease a man desperate for you." he whispered in your ear and adjusted his cock at your entrance easily slipping in and whined once again.

"You are so wet, ugh god." he breathed out.

His pace was slow, he was savouring all sensations your pussy gave him, he felt so good inside you, he filled you up perfectly and he was looking at your eyes with low, needy eyes.

He moved your legs on top of his shoulder thursting suddenly deep inside you which made you tremble and moan.

"You are, ahh, doing so well for me." you said to Mushitaro who with small praise started going faster and faster, his whimpers merged with your moans and he started playing with your clit, rubbing his thumb in slow circles wanting for two of you to reach orgasms together.

"Is this good for you, my love?" Mushitaro asked you and all you could do is weakily nod as he kept going faster and faster whining and groaning even louder when you finally felt your second orgasm which made you moan and tremble, grabbing sheets as well as Mushitaro filling you up, feeling warmth inside of you. You stayed like that for a minute breathing loudly when Mushitaro kissed your leg, lowered to kiss you on the lips and laid next to you.

You were sweaty, trembling, recovering from your orgasms.

"Sentimental, huh? Will you make me more of them?" Mushitaro asked.

"I mean, sure, if you ask nicely." you earned chuckle from Mushitaro who pulled you closer, hugging you.

"Please my love, make more things we can make sentimental together, whether it's like this or not, as long as it's us." he said softly.

"All you had to do is ask, I will do my best, Mushi." you smiled softly and two of you fell asleep, sweaty, naked, hugged like that.

It didn't matter, because it was two of you, two souls who thought they were meant for ethernal solitude, together like this proving each other and yourselves wrong.

The End :) <3

I hope you enjoyed, feedback would be appreciated! :)

#bungo stray dogs #bsd mushitaro #mushitaro x reader #mushitaro oguri #mushitaro x yn #fluff #mushitaronsfw #mushitarofluff #bungo stray dogs x reader

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gravity-barbie · 2 years

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The Hargreeves having a crush on you HCs

Request

A/N: So I did end up including Five in this but if I get another half-romantic request for him I probably won’t do it

Sparrow version

Masterlist

Luther Hargreeves

-Luther has no intention of pursuing you as he believes you deserve better than a (in his opinion) emotionally-stunted monkey man

-But he's also completely wrapped around your finger, he just melts when you're around and does whatever he can to keep you happy

-Even when you're not around you're often consuming his thoughts, he'll have you at least at the back of his mind regardless of what he's doing

-You can fluster him extremely easily, compliments or unexpected touches leave him stumbling over his words or around the room

-You're one of the few people that can see his vulnerability and coax him out of his shell

Diego Hargreeves

-Diego might seem cocky, like if he wanted something he'd go for it but he actually struggles to ask you out out of fear of you rejecting him

-He tries to impress you though his attempts have a bad habit of going wrong and embarrassing him

-He really pays attention to you and looks out for your needs, like if you seem down one day he's giving you a pep talk

-He's quite protective from offering to accompany you if you need to go out at night or go to a shifty area to him getting in arguments with people who have a problem with you

-Its pretty obvious he's sweet on you but if anyone brings it up he'll deny it and act all macho

Allison Hargreeves

-Allison handles her crush with charm and casual confidence

-Odds are you'll be wooed very quickly by the sweet attention she shows you, tossing you compliments, meaningful smiles and doing nice little things to brighten your day

-She invites you out a lot, she doesn't call them dates but that's kind of what they are

-She's often dressed and styled to the nines around you which isn't significantly different than usual but she still hopes you'll notice

-She does tend to prefer to be pursued than the pursuer so for all the hints she drops she leaves you to make the first real move

Klaus Hargreeves

-It's actually kind of unusual for him, sure he's been attracted to plenty of people but rarely does it develop into a full-fledged crush like it does with you, it kind of sneaks up on him

-He considers approaching you like anyone else -forward and flirty- but actually gives it a second thought, not wanting to throw away his chance or ruin your already existing relationship

-He shows surprising restraint, dropping hints and trying to gage your feelings while really he's desperate to just come out and confess

-He's sweeter than you're used to, offering to help you with various things and getting your opinion more often

-You are on the receiving end of more flirting from him than before but its not exactly out of character so you'd be forgiven for not noticing

Five Hargreeves

-Well obviously you can’t reciprocate, though ironically it’s Five who thinks he’s a bit too old for you

-Even if your age situations lined up better he wouldn’t pursue you, always too preoccupied with some world-ending matter

-So for the most part he actually just avoids you where he can

-His protectiveness over you is one of the only signs, always rushing to your defense during battles and threatening enemies when your name slips out of their mouths

-Of course his siblings catch on and have a laugh about their ice cold brother having a crush

Ben Hargreeves

-It’s pining turned up to 11 since he literally can’t act on his crush

-He talks Klaus’ ear off about you, partially because he wants him to understand the depth of his feelings and partially because he has no one else to talk about you to

-Klaus is a bit of a jerk about it though, teasing him in a brotherly, very Klaus-like way

-He’s incredibly observant over you, often just sitting back and admiring you

-Mentally, he’s been over dozens of ways to approach you and conversations you could have but he knows, unfortunately, it’s just fantasy

Viktor Hargreeves

-He’s friends with you for a while before he falls for you and he pines for even longer after that

- You probably have no idea he likes you because -as with most things- he’s not especially expressive about it, it’s more of a quiet longing

-He spends as much time around you as possible but gets self-conscious that he’s bothering you

-You compliment him often and even though he has a hard time believing them they still give him butterflies

-You’re the only person that can make him feel special, unfortunately that’s because he thinks having you as a friend is the most special thing about him

#The Umbrella Academy #the umbrella academy imagine #the umbrella academy preferences #tua x reader #tua x you #five hargreeves x reader #ben hargreeves x reader #viktor hargreeves x reader #luther hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves x reader #allison hargreeves x reader #klaus hargreeves x reader

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whysamwhy123 · 5 months

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Because I truly have a problem, here's even more OrangeHook. A random idea I had, too short for AO3, wrote this in like fifteen minutes so it probably sucks but whatever.

He figured Hook would get a kick out of this. An old photograph of him, from over a decade ago. He’s grinning like an idiot, surrounded by what was at the time his group of friends. Some of those guys he hasn’t spoken to in years. But some he still keeps up with. Or he’s at least aware that they’re doing okay. And Chuck’s there, of course.

But Hook, naturally, is focused only on him. ‘’How old were you here?’’

‘’About your age,’’ Orange answers.

Hook hums. Orange studies his expression, but he finds he can’t read it. The kid can’t take his eyes off it, but that could mean a lot of things.

Orange decides to go ahead and ask the number one thing on his mind right now.

‘’So, would you date me?’’

Hook looks over, an eyebrow raised. ‘’Uh, I already am?’’

Orange points to his past self in the picture. ‘’No, I meant me when I was the same age as you. Would you date him?’’

Hook’s lips purse. There’s a noticeable pause.

‘’Sure,’’ he says eventually. Not super convincing.

Orange shakes his head, chuckling. ‘’You really do have an old man thing, huh?’’

‘’Old person thing,’’ Hook insists. ‘’And I don’t, actually. I’ve dated plenty of people my own age. It’s just a…preference.’’

‘’Uh huh,’’ Orange says. He realises he doesn’t want to discuss this particular topic in much depth. He hopes Hook will drop it.

The younger man’s eyes travel back to the photo and then to Orange’s face, as if comparing and contrasting. He raises a hand and gently traces his fingertips along Orange’s jaw, and then up to cup his cheek. His touch is warm, familiar. Orange freezes in place to allow the far-from-unwelcome touch.

‘’Don’t take this the wrong way,’’ Hook says. ‘’But…you grew into your looks.’’

Orange smiles. He’s heard that before. It feels more like a compliment coming from Hook.

‘’We can’t all be Forever Pretty, like you,’’ he jokes.

Hook nods. ‘’Yeah. I can’t imagine the struggle.’’

What a little shit. Orange playfully bats his hand away.

Hook just smirks back at him. ‘’There was this girl I used to date -’’

Orange gives him a look.

Hook rolls his eyes. ‘’This woman I used to have a thing with. She was…’’ He trails off.

‘’My age?’’ Orange finishes for him.

‘’A little older,’’ Hook corrects. ‘’She used to tell me one of the most annoying things about men was how well they age. She’d keep telling me how good I was gonna look when I hit fifty.’’

Orange snorts. Not because he disagrees, it’s just…funny imaging that as someone’s idea of pillow talk. But maybe that’s just the type of people that Hook used to pursue…

‘’I’m looking forward to seeing that for myself,’’ Orange says.

Hook’s smile grows. He casts his eyes back to the photograph. It’s like he can’t look away for too long.

‘’You should let me take some new pictures,’’ he says.

‘’Of me?’’

‘’Yeah. My camera’s way better than whatever crappy old thing spat this out. And I actually know how to frame an image. And what lighting would work best for your skin tone and -’’

‘’Alright, alright, I get the idea,’’ Orange is curious though. ‘’What kind of pictures were you thinking of?’’

Hook meets his gaze. There’s a glint in his eye. Orange is a big fan.

‘’Good ones,’’ Hook says simply.

#Sam actually wrote a thing #Orange Cassidy/Hook #Orange Cassidy x Hook #OrangeHook #Listen. I just think it'd be...interesting #If Hook wanted to do a little photoshoot with that handsome old man of his #Figure he'd know Orange's best angles y'know? How to really highlight his subject's beauty #The one benefit of dating pretentious artiste boys

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the-chosen-fanfiction · 11 months

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Little James & Thaddeus | An Entertaining Evening | Platonic

Requested: Yes

The three of you aren’t necessarily the types to get caught up in the childish arguments between some of the followers, but they are loud enough to be heard loud and clear. It’s only a matter of time before humour becomes the best way to deal with this unwanted negativity.

Another handful of diced carrots finds its way into your stew and you stir it through, your stomach grumbling at the herbal scent that steams into your face. Taking a spoon, you scoop up a bit of food, blow into it to cool it down lest you burn your tongue, and take a bite to see if the seasoning is enough. Frowning as you hold it inside of your mouth for a few moments before swallowing, you take a clean spoon from the side and call over your friend, who has his back turned towards you.

“Little James!”

The man in question looks up with a slightly raised brow. You beckon him closer and he nods, heading your way after excusing himself to John and Thomas, whom he was talking to.

“Yes?”

You load the spoon you have just grabbed with stew and hold it in his direction. “Can you taste test this for me, please?”

He looks over his shoulder a little awkwardly before turning back to you. “Ah, wouldn’t you rather have Thomas try it out for you? He knows way more about flavour than I do.”

You smile slightly and shake your head. “No, James, I asked you, didn’t I? I trust your judgement, friend. Come, tell me if it lacks anything.”

James steps closer and allows you to feed him a spoonful, but not without a flush on his cheeks. He looks up in thought, raising one eyebrow, swishing the stew through his mouth before chewing a few times. Once he has swallowed the bite, he looks at you again. “Maybe some more basil… And some coriander.”

Grateful, you give him a small nod and reach for your cutting board, taking the aforementioned herbs out of the small bowl of sprigs that you’ve gathered earlier to chop it up, and you add a bunch of it to the large pot, stirring it through. “Is this better?” you then query, going to give him another scoop of stew, but James is quicker than you and helps himself to a small bit to try out.

“Yes, perhaps it could do with another pinch of salt, then it’s perfect.”

You grin. “Perfect, James? My, you flatter me.”

He chuckles and shrugs. “I’m just being honest. You’re a great cook, (Y/n).”

“Thank you, dear friend. Could you perhaps call the others?”

James nods and heads towards the group to tell them that dinner is ready to be served, and peckish, the disciples don’t have to hear that twice before rushing your way, each grabbing a bowl.

“That smells great, (Y/n)!” Andrew praises, “Oh boy, I’m starving!”

Simon Zee scoffs. “What do we know about starving? We had two meals today already.”

“Well Zee, feel free to skip this one.” the other Simon quips.

The former Zealot is quick to retort. “At least I worked hard today.”

Before Simon Peter can open his mouth, you interrupt them. “Right, gentlemen, there is enough for everyone’s stomach to be filled. No need to bicker over my stew, I’ve prepared plenty.”

With a ladle, you scoop royal servings into the bowls the followers hold in front of you, each of them thanking you as you fill them up to the brim. Nearly spilling it, they all carefully carry it away to eat it somewhere at the fire.

Thaddeus is the final person to head your way for a serving, and you give him a kind smile as he greets you. “Shalom, (Y/n). The smell of that stew is just amazing.”

You blush a bit at the compliment and grin. “Thank you very much, Thad. Let’s hope it tastes good first, hm?”

“Trust me, it does,” Little James says behind you, startling you a bit at his sudden appearance.

“I had a good friend make some very welcome additions.” you counter before scraping the ladle over the bottom of the cast iron pot, taking the final bits for yourself. “The best part,” you mutter hungrily, eyeing the chunks of carrot and bits of onion that end up in your bowl. “Hm, a good meal after a long day.”

Both men hum in agreement and stand with you in silence for a few moments before you clear your throat. “Shall we sit somewhere over there?” You nod towards a deserted log that is a little away from the others, “Over there is a bit of space, still.”

James and Thaddeus don’t mind, and so, the three of you take a seat on the log and get comfortable with your food, saying your blessings before starting to eat. In pleasant quietness, you let the warm stew fill your bellies and let out an occasional hum of appreciation, grateful to go to sleep later tonight without feeling hungry.

“Goodness, you have a gift, (Y/n),” Thaddeus murmurs, “I love that you added some leeks to it as well, it’s just… Amazing.”

Little James nods in agreement and you chuckle at them, unable to keep down the pink tinge on your cheeks. Perhaps you could blame it on the warmth of the stew. “Oh, I’m just cutting up some produce and then putting it in a pot, it’s not that big of a deal.”

“Nonsense, you’ve got talent for cooking.” James quips. “If there was only enough for a second serving…”

You tilt your head slightly and smile. “Hm, maybe I can make some more tomorrow.”

James’ eyes glitter with humour. “Oh, that would be so kind.”

Polishing off the rest of your dinner, you gather the bowls and stack them at the end of the log, to be disposed of into a barrel of warm water later. In pleasant quietness, the three of you look out over camp, enjoying the minutes of peace and quiet.

“You know,” Thaddeus pipes up, “I have noticed that I’m struggling way less with the lack of comfort than I anticipated when I first started following Jesus. For how long have we been on the road now? Half a year? Maybe longer?”

You hum in acknowledgement. “Time flies, but at the same time, I can barely remember my life before Him.” For a few moments, your gaze goes to Jesus. “And I think that is a good thing. After all, I did miss the luxury of my own home at the start, especially when my first blisters started showing up.”

Little James shudders. “Thanks for the vivid image, (Y/n).” You chuckle.

“I do like that we got ourselves another family here.” Thaddeus comments, “I mean, we’re not always compatible, nor do we always get along.”

“We get by quite well.” James intersects, and Thaddeus lets out a small sound of agreement, smiling.

“We do, but not all of us, at all times. But that is alright, as long as we make up in the end.”

With your eyes fixated upon the Disciples at the fire, who are starting to bicker who has to do the dishes tonight, you smirk. “Like a group of siblings.”

“Exactly.” James responds.

Andrew’s voice drifts across camp, loud and clear to where the three of you are sitting on the log. “–No, John, that’s not true! You and James did the dishes last week, not yesterday!”

“What day do you think it is, huh? Today a new week starts again, so the schedule starts all over!”

The curly-haired fisherman frantically shakes his head. “No, no, that’s not how it works, we shifted around the tasks because Thomas couldn’t stand the soapy water in the cut on his finger!”

Shaking your head in entertainment, you laugh. “These people can sometimes really make a fuss about anything, like doing the dishes.”

“Well, would you like to do them?” Thaddeus asks.

You smile. “No.” you say, “But we wouldn’t make a problem out of it.”

James tilts his head slightly. “Thad and I, maybe, but you on the other hand.”

Rolling your eyes, you cannot fight the snort that escapes you. “Shut up, James. Otherwise I won’t share my secret batch of grapes with you.”

Thaddeus bumps into your arm. “A secret batch of grapes, you say? That sounds like a wonderful dessert.”

Whilst taking the bowls as you stand, you sidle over to the large, still-empty barrel to put them away for washing before heading to your tent, ducking inside to grab the small bunch of grapes that you had wrapped up in a spare piece of cloth. You carry the deep purple fruits back to where your friends are sitting, keen on picking off a few.

“I got them from the market today, whilst shopping for vegetables.” you confess, “It was so warm, I thought that getting ourselves a few of these wouldn’t hurt.”

James pops one into his mouth and smiles. “Thanks, (Y/n)!”

“Yeah, you’re awesome! You already were, but now you’re even more awesome!”

Chuckling, you chew one of the sweet grapes yourself, letting your eyes flicker back to the group. Simon and Big James are going head-to-head about the schedule whilst Nathanael tries to intervene, Matthew standing by rather helplessly as he counts the days and weeks on his fingers.

“They’re still going?”

“Mhm,” Thaddeus acknowledges. “It’s almost funny.”

“It kind of is.” you muse, picking another grape off the bunch and rubbing some dirt off the fruit before eating it. “Not the kind of people you’d expect to be following the Messiah. I’m not trying to say that we are perfect, but come on, it’s a bunch of dishes.”

James takes a handful and plays with one grape between his fingers whilst pondering over something. “Ah, of course everyone needs to pull their weight around here. But I do agree that this is a bit much fuss over nothing.”

“That’s just unfair!” Simon’s voice splits the air, “Come on, Nathanael, you must also recognise that, right?! Judas never does the dishes properly, and now you’re going to blame that stain on me!”

“It can’t be mine!” Judas retorts, “We didn’t eat tomatoes that day!”

“If you looked at it for one second longer you’d see that it is not a tomato stain! It’s clearly not red!”

You grin, popping another grape into your mouth. “We could make some bets about who will end up doing dishes.”

The former stonemason looks at you from the corner of his eye. “Sure, what’s your wager?”

You think for a moment. “I’ll bet another bunch of these grapes that Simon and Andrew will be the ones to do it in the end.”

“Alright. My guess is that Nathanael and Thomas just forgot that it was their turn and that Thomas will get upset about the cut on his finger again. And you, James?”

Little James purses his lips and sighs. “Hm… I think Mary will offer to do them and either Matthew or Zee will assist her.”

“Definitely Matthew if that were the case.” you add.

Watching it unfold, none of you hears the footsteps approaching from the side, until a voice speaks up. “What are you guys watching?”

Jesus stands with His hands folded on His back, curiously looking from you to the others, His eyebrows raised in surprise and question. You smile a little.

“Shalom, Rabbi. We are watching the boys over there bicker about whose turn it is to do the dishes. Would You like a grape?”

The Son of Man cannot help but chuckle. “Are they at it again? What do you think?” He plucks a grape off the bunch as you scoot over to make some space so that He can sit down.

“Thad thinks that Nathanael and Thomas are going to do them, James’ guess is that Mary will volunteer and will receive help from Matthew or Zee, and I’d wager that Simon and Andrew will end up doing them in spite of their sour pouting.”

Jesus relishes in the sweetness of the fruit for a few moments before replying. “You three like to stay out of things, and I appreciate that. But if I may be so bold, aren’t you just gloating at this point?” There is no judgement in His voice, but there is something in his question that makes you think, and suddenly ashamed, you lower your gaze.

He puts a hand on your arm to reassure you. “It is alright, I know you had no ill intent. Just making light of a situation that is all in all a bit immature, no? But putting bets on that is also something.”

“We meant nothing harmful or malicious.” Thaddeus pipes up, a fluster on his cheeks. “Sorry, Rabbi, we shouldn’t have laughed too much at it.”

Jesus chuckles. “No, Thaddeus, that’s not it. All I am trying to say is to remain aware of what you do and say, also if it means that you’re sometimes poking fun at the behaviour of a group of grown men who should not have to argue about who is going to do the dishes anymore, which is fine to do. Just be cautious that it doesn’t cause anyone to feel hurt.”

“Of course, Rabbi.”

With an unreadable expression on His face, Jesus takes another grape. “And make sure to laugh at yourself from time to time, too.”

Brows furrowing together in confusion, Thaddeus is a bit taken aback. “What do You mean?”

Instead of answering, Jesus’ gaze goes to a figure approaching you – it’s Matthew, who flicks his eyes from you to James and Thaddeus, then back to Thaddeus and to James again. “I-I’ve done some calculations, taken into account the tasks that have been switched around or redistributed over the weeks and… It turns out that it’s your turn to do the dishes. (Y/n) doesn’t have to, because she made dinner, but James and Thaddeus, according to the schedule, it’s your turn.”

You have to put a hand over your mouth to prevent yourself from making a surprised noise, a laugh building inside your throat. James and Thaddeus look at one another in shock, but after a few moments of absolute silence, the three of you burst out into laughter. Jesus soon joins and gives Matthew a kind nod when He notices the confused expression of the former tax-collector, who walks off rather puzzled.

“Seems that no grapes have been won!” you hiccup, wiping under your eyes to get rid of the tears of laughter, and both Thad and James get up, take another grape and head for the barrel, not very keen on doing the dishes either.

“Don’t finish all these grapes, (Y/n)!” Thaddeus warns you, but all you do is grin wider than you were, eating another fruit, leaning a hand on the log to get more comfortable.

Jesus smiles and also treats Himself to another grape, laughing lightly as the two of you watch the men start to prepare water to do the washing in.

“You like to stay out of it, and I appreciate that about the three of you,” Jesus says, “But this is funny, too.”

You hum in agreement, both you and Jesus eating one more grape before you put the remainder of the bunch away for later, as a means to console the slightly pouting Little James and Thaddeus.

#the chosen #reader insert #the chosen x reader #x reader #chosen x reader #angel studios #the chosen little james #the chosen thaddeus #thaddeus x reader #little james x reader #platonic

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dislifeismid · 2 years

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li ling (or maybe a character you think it would be into that or who suits it better) with a s/o with flat chest, pretty please? :')

i horrendously envy big breasts because they look more attractive (to me, at least), but i would love for someone to appreciate my flatness 🥲

As a member of the big tiddy club; our backs are crying. It's not worth it 🥲 but, i will say, you usually envy what you don't have. Always. Everyone ik who has big tibbies want smoll tibbies, everyone i know with smoll tibbies want big tibbies. We're just always unfair to ourselves 😞

Male espers w a flatchested s/o (afab,?)

Li ling

It's ok babe he has enough to share

How is it fair that he would need a bra as a man

Doesn't really understand why you'd be self conscious??? You're??? Perfect???

I'll say this til i die Li ling is everyone's biggest supporter and cheerleader.

If you want to get surgery for breast augmentation or something he'l make zero rude comments about it "if that's what ya wanna do babe!! 💕💕"

Not like he wouldn't go "awww noooo ur perfect the way u areeee", but, if you wanna do something, do it? It's YOUR body, not his, yknow?!

But like yeah he thinks you're perfect either way!!

Narmer

Will make you feel worshipped anyway

So so so so loving regardless of your chest size

Will treat you no different.

Will hush you and shower you with loving words in that soothing loving voice of his 🙄💕

Leon

He likes smaller tibbies anyway.

Larger breasts he just zones out like "damn. I envy to be as strong as this woman's back."

He also finds super large ones to look kinda fake. Even when they are real.

Rolls his eyes at Alexa probably

Thinks smaller chests are cute. Thinks you're very cute. Would hold you gently.

David

He knows plenty countries in which the beauty standard is smaller breasts

He knows how to dress to compliment smaller breasts

He just KNOWS how to get your confidence up regardless

Will rip your phone outta your hands sometimes with a "quit lookin at all those photoshopped-24-hours-in-makeup girls it's rottin your brain!"

Yeah yeah, 'you know', everyone does but it still affects wether you want it to or no 😞

Odo

Just gives me excuses to write for him

He's familiar with the subject. What with having 6 sisters all with varying breast sizes, all of them envying the others at some point and obviously complaining to him about it. (Being the only parent figure left in this darn house)

He won't try to dress you in ways to compliment you, he'l work extra hard to make sure you know you're still extremely sexy and amazing with no need for clothes enhancing your figure.

Odo's entire life has been dedicated to making people live happier with themselves, you are not leaving his domain until you are so confident in your body ok-

So so so so so so so so SO loving and gentle and 🙄🙄

It's like, he'l gaslight you.. into loving yourself. Like it's definitely brainwashing-looking but he is literally just doing nothing wrong-

He looks shady doing anything he didn't choose to be this way tho ok lol

Tang xuan

BRUHV WDYM HE LOVES YOU SM

HE THINKS YOU'RE SO HOT

TANG XUAN LIKES SMOLL TIBBIES WOMEN NAH IMM SORRY I DONT MAKE THE RULES I ENFORCE THEM.

HE THINKS SMOLL TIDDIES ARE PRETTIER.

Like he still enjoys mommy milkers but that's just his preference he likes small to average booba

Loves to go shopping with you and get like matching stuff or to dress you up he KNOWS what complimente your body shape

Nah if you lack confidence in your chest this. This. HE is your ride or die!!!

Tang yun

Mfo how is your ass thiccer than your FEMALE BODIED S/O

I don't think he just pays any attention to that. He'l use your chest as a pillow regardless. Okay you might have no tiddies but like those are still HIS tiddies???! 🤨🤨

Probably least likely to even care about how curvy his s/o is. He barely pays attention to his own curves you think he's gonna notice others's????

He doesn't really understand your insecurities if you have them. He's pretty bad at cheering people up too so erm... yeah

#tang yun x reader #tang xuan x reader #odo inari x reader #david jason x reader #leon vali x reader #narmer ra x reader #li ling x reader

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Which of the Non UA Hero Student Quirks would All For One like for himself, minons or Nomu?

I know that you asked for non-UA students, but I think this is a good opportunity to talk about some of the characters I have yet to cover with this series. Namely, Mei, Shinso, and the Big Three.

All For One: Stiffening: With how simple the Quirk is, it could easily open itself to a lot of combination potential. Namely by applying it to Quirks with some artificial part to them, like using it through other Quirks to improve their offense or defense, or by applying it to changes he makes in the environment, kind of like the opposite of Juzo.

Glamour: While it is a simple Quirk with plenty of combination potential, I honestly think he would take this for the chance to enhance his aura of menace and to better mess with people. Not only is he going to bring up your trauma at the worst possible time, but the man is going to do a slide show of the greatest hits.

Brainwashing: This one is basically perfect for him. Considering how much he loves to talk and antagonize other people, someone is bound to respond to him eventually. And when they do, they are totally under his control, and he is absolutely going to take advantage of it to have people fight each other or leave them open to taking their Quirks.

Minions: Zoom: While simple, it doesn't really offer All For One any major benefits or combination potential. It may work better to supplement the Quirk of another minion with a range power, such as giving it to Aoyama to better compliment his long range fighting style or giving it to someone with an eye based ability like "Erasure".

Boomerang: Like "Zoom", this one isn't enough for All For One to take and would be better for certain combinations. Such as giving it to someone with super strength who could throw items harder or someone whose Quirk creates tangible projectiles to better land their effects, like Lady Nagant apply it to one of her hair bullets.

Wave Motion: Considering how poor All For One seems physically, at least without the assistance of Quirks, anything based around stamina is going to eat through him pretty fast. And while a Nomu might be able to use it well, since they could have much greater stamina reserves to pull from, I think this would be better in the hands of someone smart enough to use it.

Nomu: Extend o Hair: Not only could this work as a hilarious disguise for any Nomu that had it, walking around as a Wookie with their limited speech, but the power is both simple and effective enough that any Nomu could wield it without much trouble. Then again, maybe All For One would take the Quirk just to get his hair back.

Vibrate: Between the immense power and dangerous drawbacks, it would certainly go well with a Nomu. It would definitely be put on one of the lower, throwaway Nomus to act as an initial attack to disrupt the enemy or a last resort in case it gets damage, similar to some of the Hosu Nomus or the Bombers from Vigilantes.

Permeation: I know this may seem like an odd choice given how complicated it is and how much training Mirio needed, but it could work with the right setup. Specifically, you could put it on a High End with modifications to help get around the issues with breathing and certain sensory issues. Given how difficult it would be to capture or damage, it could pose a serious threat.

Unsure: Whirlwind: I went back and forth on this one. It certainly has a lot of innate power, but I do think what makes it special comes from the skill Inasa has in controlling it, requiring some learning curve for a new user and making it less useful. Plus, a lot of what it could do could already be covered by other Quirks in one way or another.

Meatball: This one just raises a lot of interaction questions for me to be certain of it. Like could All For One steal Quirks with it? If not that, could he grow back any part of himself with "Super Regeneration"? Because if he can't, I'm not sure he'd want something that would leave certain parts of him at risk of being destroyed. If he can, this would be a nightmare for him to have.

Manifest: While All For One could want this for the variety, I think that dietary needs could be an issue. It's not super demanding, but still enough of an issue that I think All For One would pass it off. I doubt that All For One would trouble himself of switch up his diet for one Quirk. He's not going to give up his diet of wagyu beef, lobsters, and IV fluids.

#My Hero Academia #Quirks #All For One #Permeation #Manifest #Wave Motion #Brainwashing #Zoom #Whirlwind #Meatball #Glamour #Extend o Hair #Vibrate #Stiffening #Boomerang #MHA Meta

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storiesofsvu · 2 years

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Journey to the Past Ch 7

Bryan Kneef x reader Warnings: language, alcohol, conflicting feelings, talking about smut, your usual gossip session, jealousy, smut, semi-public sex.

You were sitting in a corner booth at Willow Room, absentmindedly playing with the stir stick in your Old Fashioned as you scrolled through your phone. You were already on your second drink and it was more than well deserved after the week you’d had at the very least you’d managed to close out one case with a win but that was about it. You’d spent hours on the phone with Diane trying to reach an agreement with no avail and been loaded down with mountains of motions for the other three you had open. You were hoping to maybe try to blow off some steam with Bryan during the week but it appeared his workload was nearly the same as yours, working late into the night with barely enough time to return a text or phone call. The server came by to refill your drink and you put in an order for the burrata and a side of fries, figuring that would be enough to tide you over for the time being.

“I am so sorry I’m late!” Kim greeted, hurrying up to the table as she dumped her bag down in a spare chair before tugging off her coat and dropping down into her chair, “fucking traffic was horrible.”

“Don’t worry about it.” You shrugged with a small smile, “gave me the chance to shoot off a few emails I was avoiding.”

“I feel like I haven’t seen you all week!”

“It’s been a fucking insane one all around, hey?”

“Yeah.” She laughed, pausing to order a mojito, “you haven’t even had time to spill the dirty details about your date yet!”

“Oh come on!” You laughed, shaking your head at her.

“What?! It was date number three! Or did you not fuck him yet because if you don’t get on that I swear to God I will.”

You rolled your eyes, taking a swig of your drink as she got settled into the table, thanking the server for her drink before she spoke again.

“So… spill. Where’d he take you for dinner?”

“We didn’t go out.”

“Are you seriously telling me this man didn’t even work for it? He just got lucky? I thought you were better than that.” She teased with a grin and you found yourself rolling your eyes again over a sip of your drink.

“No. He cooked, and it was fancy. And delicious. And before you ask, yes, we fucked.”

“And?” She raised a brow.

“Finger game, twelve outta ten. Mouth game? Twenty outta ten.”

“Kinky?”

“Oh yes.” You grinned, “the perfect amount to start with I’m sure there’s plenty more where that came from.”

“Cock?”

“One of the nicest I’ve ever seen, that’s for sure.”

“It’s big isn’t it?”

“Kim!” You laughed and she scoffed.

“What? He gives off big dick energy.”

“You would be correct.”

“Kay so he fucked you into next week then.”

“Uh…” you fiddled with your stir stick again, “not exactly.”

“What does that mean?” She stalled suddenly, fry half way to her mouth with a curious expression on her face, “why am I suddenly getting a bad vibe here?”

“It was fine!” You quickly defended, “more than fine! He just came super quick and then”—

“Got all grumpy about it and made it ruin the mood for the rest of the night like ninety percent of men do?” She raised a brow and you let out a sigh, sucking back more of your drink.

“Yup.”

“I will never understand why men get like that over coming early. Like, if anything it’s a fucking compliment to us. Like, we’re just too hot, too sexy that they can’t control themselves and oops. Who cares?!”

“The men clearly do.” You grumbled.

“Fucking idiots.” She rolled her eyes, “was the morning sex any better?”

“I wouldn’t know.”

“Bitch if he came early and then you left, you do realize you’re part of the problem here, right?”

“Hey!” You shot back, “I was more than ready and willing to keep going or take a little break and pick it up again later. I was shut down because apparently it was late.”

“Was it?”

“Barely ten thirty. He just got sulky, or embarrassed, or both.”

“Jesus Christ.” She took a swig of her drink, “I seriously don’t get it.”

“Neither do I!” You laughed, “I mean, everything else was fucking fantastic. And I mean everything, sex related or not. Dinner was amazing, his apartment is super fucking nice, he clearly knew what he was doing in the bedroom and I would very gladly do it again.”

“Have you talked to him since?”

“A few texts here and there but we’ve both been swamped with work. I really would’ve liked a good fuck during the week to distract me but he was still at the office when I texted him.”

“Since when does being at the office mean you can’t have a quickie?” Kim suggested with a grin and you paused to consider it.

“You know, you’re not wrong.” You laughed, pulling one from her as you did so and the two of you settled into a deeper conversation.

There was minor talk about work, about the cases you were both working on, able to shoot some ideas back and fourth to help each other out. But there was much more talk about personal lives, Kim had met a man while out at a bar a couple of weeks ago with some other friends. She updated you on how the flirtation had grown into a whole ball of fiery passion until they’d finally found the time to fall into bed with each other and now were spending most of their time together. When she wasn’t at work or out with you she was usually with him and had now met some of his other friends.

The conversation circled back to you and Bryan, she asked if you were turned off by the entire thing and were planning on just leaving it as it was, leaving him as just a friend you fucked once. You were quick to say that you didn’t want to do that, you had been happy with the way things had been going and one minor misstep wasn’t enough to throw you off the path. You liked Bryan, you always had, and now that he’d fully grown into himself, gaining the well deserved confidence and slight cockiness, you were more than interested. Not to mention the sex and foreplay you did experience was some of the best you’d ever had, and you were very interested to see how far the kink stuff would go. You’d always identified yourself as someone who enjoyed more kink than the average person, and you’d had a bit of a time finding someone who was well matched, someone who could really throw you around in the way you wanted. It was your second biggest complaint about your ex, he’d been much more vanilla and boring on a regular basis, it took a special occasion to get a single spank. You were more than sure that you could easily get a full spanking session out of Bryan if you pushed his buttons just right.

The restaurant picked up as the evening wore on, filling with patrons, friends out on the town, a few dates here and there. It was more crowded, louder, full of the tinkling of glassware and cutlery, laughter and voices filling the air along with music playing through the sound system. Kim was halfway through a story when your phone began to buzz on the table top and both of your eyes shot toward it.

“Work?” She asked and your brow furrowed as you picked up the device.

“No… Bryan…” You glanced up to her and she smirked, “don’t worry I won’t ditch, just let me answer it so he knows I don’t hate him.”

“Yeah course.” She picked up her own phone busying herself with her drink as you accepted the call.

“Hey.”

“Hey yourself.” He replied, his voice smooth, “it’s loud, where are you?”

“Willow Room.” You were doing your best to make it quick and not be that person on their phone at the table, but you got caught up when the server came over and you ordered another drink from him, chatting super quick before you turned back to the phone, “sorry!”

“Sounds like you’re out on the town.”

“Yeah.” You let out a small laugh, “I’m kinda in the middle of something, can’t talk right now I just wanted to pick up so you knew I wasn’t ignoring you. Work’s been kinda crazy this week.”

“I believe that.” He chuckled, “how about brunch tomorrow?”

“Wish I could, but I’m fully booked.”

“Shame. Maple & Ash does the most luxurious Alaskan king crab benedict.”

“Oh now you’re just teasing.” You laughed back.

“I’ll let you get back.” He let out a small sigh, “make sure you get home safe.”

“I will. Thanks Bry.”

Bryan let out a huff when the phone line clicked, dropping his phone onto the couch beside him as his head sunk back into the cushions. He knew calling last minute would likely end with you already having plans, he’d had all week to try and set something up but was still unsure of himself and he hated it. Something about either you, or what happened last weekend made him feel like he was back in school, the young, dumb, bashful Bry that he’d once been. Normally he wouldn’t care if a date already had plans, but with you it was different, he felt the jealousy bubbling in his stomach already.

You were out right now, he knew the place, Willow Room was on his list of rotating restaurants for date night when he wanted something a little more casual. He’d heard a man’s voice on the other side of the line, hating the fact that he’d felt a surge of anger at the sound of it. So, he instinctually tried to set up something with you earlier the following day. If you were out on a date right now you’d likely be going home with this other asshat and that meant you wouldn’t be in shape to meet Bryan before the afternoon. He’d felt a tiny sense of relief at your first words but turning him down raised his suspicions and he was sure he was right. You were probably trash talking him to this new date, laughing over what happened the week prior and why wouldn’t you? The date had ended disastrously, why on earth would you want to see him again after that? God he was kicking himself for sending you off right away.

He let out a groan, pushing up off the couch and traipsing through his apartment as he began to collect his things. If you were out on the town, the least he could do was not cook for himself tonight, The Press Room was less than a block away from his apartment, and his usual watering hole when he was alone. Most of the staff knew him by name, if not by drink order or reputation at the very least and surprisingly or not, he was pretty well liked. He assumed that was based on the fact that he always tipped above twenty percent and was a pretty easy customer for them to deal with on a regular basis.

He took a seat at the bar and was greeted almost instantly by the bartender placing down his bourbon in front of him, asking if he wanted the usual short ribs for food or if he wanted to look at a menu. Bryan nodded to the short ribs, sucking back the liquor faster than he’d originally intended. He did his best to not let his mind wander to you as he ate, occupying himself with the tv behind the bar or his phone, some small talk with the bartender when they weren’t busy. They joked with him, nodding toward a party of women in the back of the bar, mentioning they were there for a bachelorette if he wanted an easy catch.

Bryan laughed but made a mental note of it anyways and sure enough, less than five minutes after his plate was cleared one of them had sidled their way up to the bar, sneaking in beside his stool. She tried to play it off coyly, that she was just up here to get a shot away from her friends, but they both knew that wasn’t her actual intention as she leant into Bryan, playing with the collar of his shirt. He sucked back his drink and accepted a shot from the girl, his eyes darting to his phone when it lit up with a notification but it was just an email. He felt that burning in his gut yet again, the jealousy that you were out with someone else and said fuck it, turning on the flirt in full force (not that it would take much).

A couple rounds of shots later and he’d dragged her away to one of the private bathrooms in the back, pinning her to the wall while his mouth made a home in the crook of her neck. His hands snuck under her far too short dress only enough to stretch her out before his cock was pounding into her, hand closed around her mouth so the entire bar didn’t know what was going on. He had her pinned against the counter, fucking her from behind, watching his cock disappear into her pussy with each thrust. First he'd been watching her tits threatening to spill from her dress in the mirror but he caught himself losing steam and he knew exactly why. She wasn’t you. So he focussed on her ass instead, plunging into her harder and faster as he chased his release. His eyes scrunched shut, picturing you under him instead and the pretty noises that you made, how gorgeous you were when you came and he grunted, spilling into the condom without even fully realizing he’d muttered your name. Thankfully the girl was just tipsy enough and blissed out enough that she apparently didn’t notice. He tossed the condom into the trash, tucking himself back into his pants as she let out an annoying giggle trying to grab for his hand, saying something about getting his phone number. Rolling his eyes he pulled out a business card and tossed it to her, incredibly thankful for the shrieking outside the bathroom from the other girls in her party that the limo was there and they were due to move onto their next bar on the crawl.

He let out a groan as she left the room, another notch in his bedpost that he’d probably forget about in a week’s time, he certainly already forgot her name. If the sex had been good maybe it would have been worth it but she was just another bimbo for him to use while he tried to sort himself out. He took a minute to freshen up before heading back to his seat at the bar, greeted with a smug look from the bartender.

“You know I’m gonna have to start charging you extra one of these days.” They said with a tease and Bryan laughed, picking up his drink.

“Add it to my tab.”

Chuckling, he polished off his drink, ordering one last one and asking for the tab. He chatted a bit with another one of the servers while he had his last drink, palming her a twenty since she was having a pretty slow night. Eventually he let out a little sigh, it really was starting to get late and he’d gotten what he’d come for so he settled his bill, tipping a solid hundred percent all things considered and said goodnight.

On the very short walk home he pulled out his phone, hoping to see a text from you, maybe even one simply saying you’d gotten home safe but there was nothing. He shot off a couple of replies to other messages, his head down when he came up to his apartment building, nodding a thanks to the doorman who pulled open the door for him. He finally pocketed the device and looked up as he crossed through the lobby, suddenly stalling in his steps. You were perched against the back of one of the couches, it looked like you were still in work clothes, a paper bag in your hand. You looked up at the sound of the door swinging shut and a small smile broke out on your cheeks.

“There he is.”

“What…are you doing here?” He asked with a slightly awkward laugh. He felt his cheeks flush, suddenly feeling like a teenager who was caught sneaking back into the house in the middle of the night. He could almost still smell cheap perfume on his shirt from the girl at the bar, thankful more than ever for the drinks and the mint, and that he hadn’t really kissed her.

“Door man let me in. Felt bad for basically hanging up on you.” You shrugged, gesturing to the bag, “I brought dessert? How do you feel about orange ricotta donuts?”

“That’s an interesting combination.” He replied as you stepped toward him.

“They’ve got a bourbon glaze.” You replied, hand resting on his chest as you popped up to press a gentle kiss to his lips, “I know you’ll like that.”

“What about your solid booked day tomorrow?”

“I can’t stay long.” You laughed softly, “well, honestly I should probably be in bed in like an hour. Ally convinced me into an eight a.m. CrossFit class tomorrow.”

“Why on earth would you agree to something like that on your day off?”

“It’ll get the rage out before I’m forced to have lunch with my fucking parents and then play tour guide for the rest of the day.”

“I thought you weren’t talking to them anymore.”

“I do my best not to.” You grumbled before pausing, “are you gonna invite me up or am I just giving you donuts?”

“I uh”—He stuttered slightly and you laughed, prodding at his ribs.

“What? You got a hooker waiting for you up there?”

“Oh bold little Miss I’m coming directly from a date.”

“Bry!” You snorted, “please! I was out with Kim.” You watched as his brow furrowed, he’d heard the name before, trying to place the relation to you, “she’s a partner at my firm.”

“Right.” With the knowledge that you weren’t out on a date he felt himself relax, though the shame of what happened at the bar began to sink over him.

“Hey.” You nudged at him gently, “I’m not gonna be upset if you don’t invite me up, I showed up unannounced. I’m more than okay with a rain check.”

“You sure about that sweetheart?” He asked, his hand coming to rest on your arm and you felt a warmth soothe through you at the pet name, smiling up at him.

“Yeah. Plus donuts and wine are probably not the best thing to eat the night before my first every CrossFit class.”

He laughed heartily at that, leaning in to kiss you, his free hand rubbing at your cheek and you let out a happy hum. “A rain check is probably best. I’ll more than make it up to you, I promise.”

“I’m pretty sure I said dinner was on me?”

“You brought me dessert though.” He winked, swiping the bag from you and you laughed.

“I guess that’s true.” You smiled across at him, your hand lingering in his for a moment before he spoke again.

“Did you want me to call you a car?”

“Nah, I drove. But thank you.”

“Alright.” He ducked down, kissing your cheek softly before finally letting go of your hand, “if you need me to call you tomorrow and fake a work emergency to get you out of lunch with your parents, you know where to find me.”

“Oh don’t joke about things like that.” You laughed, “because I will take you up on that.”

“I wasn’t joking.” He shot you another wink as you moved through the lobby toward the door, “text me when you’re home?”

“I will. Night Bry.” You gave him a little wave before stepping through the door, small smile still present on your cheeks.

He let out a low whistle, his shoulders sagging as he moved toward the elevator. That had been a little too close for his comfort. Not that he didn’t want to spend time with you, he really did want you to come up, but he figured if he darted off for a shower and came back with freshly brushed teeth it would set off alarm bells. Besides, it wasn’t like the two of you were exclusively dating, both of you were free to do whatever you wanted with whomever you wanted. Sure you had some dumb rule about not sleeping with people on the first date but that didn’t mean you didn’t have random hook ups; you’d told him about a few of them over the years, you only applied the rule to men who had more potential than that, the ones you wanted to stick around. And that meant you wanted him to stick around, for now, that was all he needed to know.

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