#(it's really hard to come up with bad AUs for these two simply because they are wild and crazy enough to make it work in most verses)

[thehouseofurmotha]

Shinsou dating Aizawa's daughter head cannons :)

Pairing: Shinsou x Aizawa!Reader

I'm also working on a soulmate au with Shinsou 🤭 I fear he may be my favorite

• You and him meet when Aizawa asks you to spar with him, as you both have quirks that are less equipped for close range combat. You're in class 1-A too which is the class Shinsou would most likely join when he ends up in the hero course so it just made sense.

• You whoop his ass, he's immediately in love. He thinks you're extremely skilled and talented and pretty much begs you to help train him with your dad.

• Maybe it's because he wants to see you more often, but you don't need to know that.

• You ultimately agree and you and Shinsou pretty muuuuch become besties.

• But this is not enough for this man because he is absolutely enamored with you.

• One day while the two of you are sparing, your father leaves to go get another cup of coffee. And at this point he finally manages to pin you to the ground.

• For whatever reason he decides this is the best time to shoot his shot and is like, "Go on a date with me?" While he's just casually got you pinned to the ground.

• You don't manage to give him an answer before your dad gets back, but after you get up and brush yourself off you look at him and mouth a simple 'yes'.

• He smiles like a madman at this and your father looks at him and asks him what he's smiling about. He quickly goes back to his normal tired resting face with a quick nothing.

• Aizawa def thinks this is weird but he decides not to press any father. He feels bad pressing kids to tell him something they don't really have to.

• You guys go on a few dates before you officially start dating. Your father definitely notices that something about the two of you has changed but he doesn't realize that it has to do with the two of you being together.

• He finds out when he walks into your room while you and Shinsou were supposed to be just hanging out and watching a movie. Which he didn't find odd because the two of you had become fast friends with the friendly competition of sparring. But as he walks into your room to ask the two of you want for dinner he finds the two of you making out.

• He IMMEDIATELY kicks Shinsou out of your guys apartment. He isn't really mad that you guys are together he's just mad that you hid it from him and he had to find out like this.

• You guys have a very long conversation about being safe, and he definitely calls Midnight to handle most of it because he thinks he might just simply pass out from embarrassment. (You as well)

• He tells you he doesn't really care as long as you're happy. But this man does not let Shinsou live it down.

• Bro is fighting for his life during training the next day being worked so hard.

• Shinsou eventually gets back on your dad's good side and he comes over for weekly dinners.

I fear I may have an obsession with dadzawa.. and Shinsou.. I'm simply js a girl though. Anyways I hope you enjoyed :) <3 happy reading!

[pumpkinpaix]

Very curious for your opinion- what do you think of it when people write modern au wwx as being very active in social justice movements? Personally, I can buy it but I don't think it should be a given?

maybe an unwise first question to pick out of my moldering askbox but whatever it's the first one that i felt like i had an answer prepared for off the cuff so yolo i guess!!

short answer: at this point, i don't buy it. It's a detail that I can and have put up with for fics i really like for other reasons, but i think it's pretty far off the mark in terms of how I understand wei wuxian's primary motivating forces.

ok now to get into the weeds! :D

there are several reasons why wei wuxian being heavily involved in social justice movements doesn't ring true to me--the easiest one to point to from outside the narrative is that the sort of activism wei wuxian is written to participate in is often modeled on how social justice circles look in the US. It feels really culturally alienated in a lot of ways. I can't really blame authors for this, though, because it's a very understandable approach to write what you're familiar with--but it does often take me out of the story because i find it kind of jarring, especially if the story in question is ostensibly supposed to be set in China where modern social activism necessarily looks very different than in the states.

but that kind of feels like metagaming the question, so: in terms of interpreting the text, i really just don't think wei wuxian would be inclined to that kind of work for two main reasons.

first: I think he'd be really bad at it lol. social activist movements are necessarily collaborative, and wei wuxian is kind of terrible at playing well with others, compromising, discussing, etc. he often favors action over diplomacy and has terrible impulse control, tending to act first, think later, often to pretty devastating consequences for the people he's ostensibly standing up for. See: antagonizing Wen Chao, which precipitates the chain of events that ultimately leads to the massacre at Lotus Pier; confronting the jins and basically threatening to kill everyone at jinlin tai if they opposed him, thus alienating all his potential allies and leaving the wen remnants essentially completely dependent on his individual power for survival etc. thus dooming them entirely when he died.

(also see: "can we stop talking and just start killing each other" at guanyin temple)

even really minor events in the past show the same kind of pattern, such as at the qishan conference when he throws his support behind wen ning as an archery competitor--wen ning panics in the spotlight and flubs his shots to public ridicule from being put on the spot. jiang cheng is the one who drags him away in mortification while wei wuxian simply doesn't give a shit about how it reflects upon him, not really considering how it might reflect on his sect.

i'm not saying that these were "wrong" actions to take in the moment: wei wuxian has an admirable righteous streak. he does not, however, always take other people into consideration when he makes his decisions. he basically ignores anyone who tries to change his behavior, sometimes carelessly, sometimes reacting with anger (Jiang Cheng, Lan Wangji, literally everyone post-sunshot frankly). that kind of individualist mentality is really ill-suited to activism, which requires an understanding that the individual has less power than the group and that you cannot bend the world around you. a lot of fandom comes down super hard on characters like jiang cheng and yu ziyuan for the things they say to wei wuxian, but i think they're honestly quite understandable, even if the way they express themselves is sometimes cruel or hurtful. the rationale isn't particularly surprising. It's one thing to act in a way that gets yourself hurt. It's another to do so when you know that your position will drag a whole lot of others down with you.

i feel that even if wei wuxian had the interest in joining a social activist group, he would probably eventually butt heads with the others until they either expelled him or he left himself. his thick skin would be a great tool in certain calculated actions (he would do very well as a symbol or a charismatic fall guy) but unfortunately, he's not very good at listening or adhering to a plan.

second: i just don't think wei wuxian thinks about systems of oppression very much. i summarized how i feel about his relationship to class already in this post from like 4.5 years ago (jeez.....) and I still stand by it! wei wuxian is not particularly class conscious because he is, in fact, relatively wealthy. he also like, pretty clearly doesn't think very hard about women's work or status either, except in personal terms--after all, he plays with A'Yuan frivolously, planting him in the dirt and does not think about the kind of work that goes into maintaining a standard of living, which is often women's work. (before anyone says anything, yes, i am aware he is not outright misogynist about women's work). throughout the text, wei wuxian just doesn't put a whole lot of thought into how a woman's gender might affect her status and power.

furthermore, this is kind of mentioned in the class meta, but again--wei wuxian's defense of the wen remnants isn't singularly motivated by the desire to uplift an oppressed class, because the wens are not an oppressed class. They are a sect, which is both familial and alliance-based, not an ethnic group or a class of people. Their treatment is still unconscionable, but it's not systemic oppression. the attempted killing of all the wens is not much different than xue yang's vendetta against the yueyang chang clan, except in scale. and until wen qing comes and personally begs him to help her find her brother, wei wuxian doesn't really have any thoughts to spare for the wen remnants and how they might be faring. he goes to help wen qing and wen ning because he owes them both a serious personal debt, which is something that he feels strongly about! and once he gets to the camps, he obviously isn't going to just ignore the other people suffering (esp because they are the wen sibs' immediate family). he is righteous, after all, but often fails to apply it in a big-picture way.

wei wuxian cares a lot about paying back those who have been kind to him or have helped him, which is pretty evident through his self-sacrificing streak throughout the narrative. he often forgets or deliberately does not take his own well-being into consideration--but, as established, he also forgets that he is not an isolated entity and that his well-being is tied to the well-being of others as well.

throwing himself in front of the brand to save mianmian, making sure everyone else gets out of the cave before he does, immediately coming to terms with having his right hand cut off, giving up his golden core, publicly distancing himself from yunmeng, personally defending the wen remnants, taking jin ling's curse mark onto himself, making himself into the yin flag at the second siege and so on--it's all one long extension of paying back debts, in some way.

personally, I think this is because he considers his entire life to be one that is owed--his life, his skills, his body etc. is all owed to others. I also think, however, that this tendency is often confused by fandom into characterizing wei wuxian as having low self-esteem, which he patently does not. wei wuxian thinks he's hot shit. he's arrogant, a show-off, and is so insistent in his own skills and abilities that he icaruses himself into literal bits. when he thinks he's about to lose his right hand he's like welp. guess i gotta learn how to do this with my left, without really any question about whether or not he can. of course he can! he's wei wuxian! can he bring wen ning back from the dead? for sure!! definitely!!!! can he totally do this night hunt blindfolded? hell yeah he can! and he's usually right. i think wei wuxian has very low self-worth, which is a different thing: he throws himself away at the drop of a hat for others that he cares about or feels indebted to because, whether consciously or unconsciously, he thinks that their well-being, survival, happiness etc. is something he should ensure at any cost, even himself because he owes it to them. he owes his whole existence!

so circling back to the initial topic, I think this pattern of thinking is pretty at odds with social activism. he puts those he feels he owes above himself, but doesn't have a lot of attention to spare for people he considers irrelevant--which is most people. (never learning jin zixun's name, for example). I think that while he understands the nature of systems of oppression to a certain degree (like, he understands jin guangyao's motivations, but he's not particularly interested or sympathetic), it's not something he's really passionate about correcting. his reaction mostly seems to be like "well, that sucks". he only really goes out of his way to defend those that he has personal affairs with or those that happen to pique his notice

wei wuxian doesn't actually have big-picture ambitions. he didn't want to be a leader of anything or start his own sect or anything else. he doesn't spend much of his thoughts on making a better world so much as how he might be able to be content in the world that exists with the people that he cares about. that kind of self-focused drive leaves me unconvinced that he would get involved in social justice in any meaningful way in a modern au. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ i think that makes him a really fun protagonist, tbh. the tension between his selfishness and his propensity for self-sacrifice makes for a very interesting dynamic.

.....

:'] i guess i never left the weeds.

(ko-fi)

[moonstruckme]

Thawing Out

collab with @ellecdc

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 | part 12 | part 13 | part 14 | part 15 | part 16

cw: modern au, alcohol, brief talk of injuries/chronic pain

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader ♡ 1.4k words

“Oi! What’s this?” 

You sit up from your stretch with a sheepish look on your face, legs spread out on either side of you on Sirius’ rug. 

“You know there’s no practice during lounge time,” he scolds. 

You roll your eyes but come out of your split, standing to take the drink Sirius holds out for you. “I just felt a little tight.” 

“Probably because of how hard you’ve been working at not jumping.” He clinks his glass against yours, taking a hearty sip. 

You copy him, and your face scrunches. “Oh, my god.” You sound like you’re fighting a gag. “What’s in this?” 

“It’s sangria.” Sirius’ voice is a bit wounded. Which feels appropriate, because you’ve just reacted to his sangria like it’s petrol. 

“You mean there’s a whole bowl of it?” 

“That’s how it typically works.” He takes another sip, swishing it around his mouth a bit. It’s really not bad. “I make drinks, babe. Not juice.” 

“I’m going to have to revoke your drink making privileges again after this,” you sigh, folding one leg under you as you sit down on the couch. You take another sip, tentative and with narrowed eyes like you’re suspicious of the liquid in your glass, but this time you swallow without complaint. “Do you really think I’m working hard at not jumping?” 

Sirius grimaces. He should have known better than to think he could breeze by a comment like that. 

“Listen,” he says, “he’s not wrong about everything. I mean, about most things, definitely—” you give a little smile, the reward he was seeking “—but he’s got a point on this one. I can feel you tensing right before the jumps. Before a lot of things, actually. You’re holding yourself back.” 

You rub your lips together, a nervous tic of yours that torments Sirius like nothing else. He fights the urge to lick his own lips in response. 

“Do you remember what Peter said about my jumps?” you ask him. 

Sirius feels his mouth twist with a malice not meant for you. He tries to quell it. But fuck—why are you still thinking about that wanker? 

Peter Pettigrew was a mistake in trust Sirius never should have made. His judgment has always been wonky where James is concerned; Peter was James’ friend, so he was Sirius’ by default, but Sirius still should have known better than to bring him around you. 

Before, there would have been three of you here. Peter used to like to sit on the couch with Sirius, and you were more than happy to lounge around on the rug and stretch, no matter how many times Sirius told you to lay off yourself and relax for once. He was totally prepared to have to shoot you down if you suggested inviting Remus tonight, but despite how comfortable you seem to have become with your new coach over the last couple of weeks, you haven’t seemed inclined to bring your relationship outside the rink. Sirius is grateful. Now that it’s just the two of you, he intends to keep it that way. It had more than stung to learn that Peter sold the both of you out, but it was worse knowing that Sirius could have avoided it had he simply used the acumen he’d always prided himself on to sniff out the rat before it happened. 

Fuck, the sangria is already going to Sirius’ head; he has half a mind to go to the pillock’s apartment and burn it down. If Peter’s half as smart as he thinks he is, he’ll have already moved. 

“No,” Sirius says, already tired with this conversation. He takes another lengthy sip from his glass. “What did he say?”

You curl your feet a little closer to you, and—yep, if Peter’s ever stupid enough to come within Sirius’ sight again, he’s going to knock his fucking teeth out. “He told the other coach that I was one bad jump away from injuring myself into an early retirement.” 

From your weary tone, Sirius can guess that you’ve memorized it verbatim. 

“He didn’t know what the fuck he was talking about,” he tells you firmly. 

Your voice gets smaller. “He usually did.” 

Your defeat hits Sirius right in the center of his chest. It makes his wrath fizzle. He doesn’t like to think about Peter’s better qualities, but you’re not wrong. He wasn’t always a complete idiot when it came to coaching. 

You lean your head on the couch cushion, and Sirius mirrors you unthinkingly. 

“You think you’re going to get hurt.” His voice comes out even softer than he intends. It’s a question, and also not. 

You nod anyway. “I can’t stop thinking about it. I know I’m messing us up, but I don’t want to fall and then not be able to compete.” 

Sirius’ mind flashes to Remus, to his grimace when he stands from the bleachers, the limp he tries to hide. From your expression, you’re thinking about him too. 

“You’re not messing us up, love.” The endearment slips out too easily, Sirius’ throat all buttered up by sympathy and booze. “Only yourself. You’re falling more now than you did before, you do realize that?” 

Your expression creases slightly, which is answer enough. 

“Every time you tense up or hold yourself back,” he says, “you’re more at risk for a bad fall than you would be if you committed. I’ve seen you fall more in the last couple of weeks than I think I ever have. Whatever Pete—Peter—was talking about, you’re only as much at risk of getting hurt as everyone else that’s as good a skater as you are—I mean, you have the skill to protect yourself, you’re just not using it. You trying to play it safe is less safe than when you didn’t worry about it.” 

You sit with this for a minute, rubbing your lips together thoughtfully. Sirius notices that at some point, you’ve nearly drained your glass as well. 

“Oh,” you say simply. 

He can’t help the grin that splits his face. “Oh?” 

“I hadn’t quite thought about it like that.” You take another sip, eyes stuck in the middle distance. 

“You can just say I’m the wisest person you know. It’s all right.” 

Your gaze cuts to him. “Would you like that engraved on a trophy?”

Sirius feels his smile grow. “Sure, I’ll add it to my collection.” 

“Oh, you are insufferable,” you chuckle. “Don’t think it was your original idea, though, was it?” A grin spreads across your face, one Sirius doesn’t like very much. “In fact, I think you’ve just agreed with Remus. Quite heartily.” 

Sirius feels his mouth pucker in distaste. “That was incidental.” 

Your laughter is diabolical. He wonders whether you were quite so wicked before you met him; it’s impossible to say, now. 

“Should I skip practice tomorrow?” you ask gleefully. “That way you two can spend the entire time waxing poetic about how right the other is.” 

He levels you with a dead stare. “Don’t fool yourself, doll. You like me too much to condemn me to such a cruel fate.” 

“You’re so full of it.” You roll your eyes with a smile, swirling your glass. “He is sort of your type, isn’t he?” 

Sirius’ throat nearly hurts from the force of his scoff. “What—dull, stubborn, and pompous? Fuck off.”

You hum, your gaze playful. “But also quite fit, right?” 

Sirius narrows his eyes at you, but that only makes yours twinkle more. He feels it like tiny little firecrackers in his gut. Even though you’re only teasing, he can see where you’d get the idea. When Sirius dates boys, he tends to go for ones taller than him, with Remus’ same lissom frame and enigmatic allure. But with Remus, there is no enigma; he’s a tosser, clear as day. And truly, Sirius hasn’t found anybody as lovely as you in some time. 

“Sounds like you’re the one who fancies him,” he says, keeping his voice light. He makes his expression go impish and teasing. “We can both do better, don’t you think?” 

You roll your eyes, but your expression is inscrutable as you take another sip from your glass. Until you take another sip, that is. Then, your lip curls. “Ugh, we can certainly do better than this. Do you have something I could add to it?” 

“You want me to let you sully my creation,” Sirius deadpans. 

“I want you to let me make your monstrosity potable.”

“I’ll make you a deal,” he says. “I’ll let you, but then no more shop talk for the night.” 

You grin, sitting up. “I promise.” 

“There’s orange juice in the fridge.” 

[revelboo]

Revel have you seen the new shining blokee wave 3??? My walket weeps.

I know 🤣 two Megatron variants and Tarn? Yes, please. I’ve ordered the Megs variants while I can still get them relatively cheap. The price of single Blokees has been steadily increasing for months now and they’re killing my budget every time a new wave is released. But yay, they’re getting popular finally so they’ll make more characters. I need a Waspinator so bad

Just a little idea for an AU that’s been in my head for a few days- I was thinking of those Otome dating games. Still figuring out the mechs to play with here, but I know I want to write Cons and Bots both for this storyline. Thinking maybe six, three of each. 18+ 🌶️

Needs and Wants

Transformers x Reader

• Breath fogging in the chill morning air, you glance down at the card in your hand, the little map drawn on the back and a time. Heart racing as you look around at the closed storefronts. This part of town quite so early. Would much rather do this during the day, but by then, the shop will have moved. You understand that this is a one time offer that won’t be extended again. And you’ve heard whispers of Maccadam’s. Walking down the street, your skin prickles as you spot a shop wedged among the other brick buildings, looking out of place. Looking suspiciously solid for a shop that supposedly moves nightly. Lamps tinted red dangle from posts on either side of the door, the sign above simply saying ‘Maccadam’s’ and in smaller script ‘Change Your Fate.’

• Inside, the air is thick with a musky incense underlaid by a metallic bite that makes your sinuses burn. Everything is in subdued shades of red and black. And then there’s a man waiting at the big desk across the open space of the lobby. For some reason, it’s hard to focus on him. To hold onto details as he stands and greets you. “I was expecting you. Come, come. Let’s get started,” he says and like his appearance, you can’t really hang on to the sound of his voice. Is he tall? Thin? Heavyset? You look at him and the details just slip away, bleeding from your mind. Is it the incense? Because you feel oddly light breathing it in and you don’t even realize you’ve crossed the floor until you’re at the desk, extending a hand.

• Watching him cup the back of your hand, holding yours palm up as the fingers of his other hand ghost just over you, not quite touching. “Hmm,” he murmurs. “You’re not quite sure what you wanted, are you? A challenge then. No one clear path.” Unsure what he means by that, you look around the room. This place ornate, walls hung with thick tapestries. It doesn’t fit in this age and time at all.

• “You’re the matchmaker,” you say, voice breathy from the smoke hazing the air. And he smiles up at you as you try to figure out how old he is. All the uncertainty and jitters fading away and you’re almost positive it’s the incense calming you down. Because part of you was honestly surprised to even find the shop at all. Half expecting it to be a prank. A shop like this that moves nightly? That can give you exactly what you want. It’s too good to be true.

• “I make the introductions, but the rest is up to you,” he says, letting go of your hand and pulling out a funny looking tablet that’s completely at odds with the old world luxury of everything else in the room. Setting it down on the desk between you, for a moment the characters aren’t right. But you blink and it’s in your language. “There are rules. First, if you’re not committed to this, you have no place here. That said, you’ll be compensated for your time.” Touching screen a sum appears on the screen and your lips part. There’s no keeping a poker face, because that amount? It’s almost ridiculous and he’s smiling again. That part you hadn’t heard about in the rumors. He’s paying you to date these matches? And even if the idea of being paid for this makes you oddly uneasy, it’s not like you have to really do anything with any of the matches. You don’t have to sleep with them unless you want to. “You won’t be allowed to leave these premises as long as you’re still contracted and the minimum length of your stay must be a month or you forfeit your compensation. As soon as you back out after the month, you won’t be allowed to return. Ever.” And his eyes are blue and serious when he looks up at you, that detail a certainty when the rest of him is still hard to focus on. “You’re free to talk to those I introduce you to. You’ll have your own private space as will they. Get to know them intimately, but if there’s a match made, you’ll be bound to honor it. At a certain point, there’s no turning back.”

• It’s kind of like an old school arranged marriage then? Sort of. But he’s offering you multiple choices and up until whatever point he’s talking about, you can still back out. And what does he mean by a match? Or is it only a scare tactic to make sure you’re not wasting his time? That you’re serious? Because it seems like you can hide out and just talk to these guys occasionally without making any real commitments if you wanted to and just take their money at the end. All of the rumors you’ve heard about this place are vague. It had seemed more urban legend than reality. But supposedly he can give you exactly what you want at no cost except your time. The matches are the ones bankrolling this operation, you suppose. Hoping to find someone. A match. But why all the secrecy? “Do you agree?” He asks, touching a finger to the tablet and you’re reaching out, writing your name with a finger before you can overthink this. Talk yourself out of it. So tired of the dating scene, of games. And what can it hurt to just look? You can always decline the matches.

Next

[passmethatcokezero]

hot and bothered... (18+ // woozi!friends with benefits au) pt.1

- jihoon x fem!reader - 2.7k words - warnings: smut. minors dni! bff!woozi is hot and bothered at work so bff!you came to the rescue, dry humping, blowjob, needy jihoon cos why not, made so quick cos I was missing him and he has been living in my mind rent free since the day i saw him on the carts ( i wasnt same since then and thoughts have been thunk so here's a fraction of those thoughts ), just a short one, but thinking of making a part two continuation. enjoy! - (prequel link at the end of second part cos i think we all need it)

“You alright?” The silence breaks, as the words from your mouth betrayed yourself. You didn’t really want to speak first, although you did feel the air has now gotten a little lighter compared earlier.

It was Seungkwan’s stupid plan; the guys had been sick of staying up all night after hours of practice for a few days now just to please their dear producer. No one can seem to thaw him, moreso pinpoint where the tension is rooted from. Obviously, it was self-inflicted pressure. Jihoon can’t understand why nobody seems to meet his expectations lately and it got bad to the point of Seokmin blaming himself for what seemed like delays but aren’t as they still got plenty of time before the next comeback. Seungkwan, hurt, seeing his talented friend’s self-esteem chase tears down his cheeks, stepped up by calling you over because “maybe you can do something about your best friend,” as he said.

Jihoon sighed as he slumps his body deep in his chair. You’ve made your presence known since earlier when Soonyoung was trying to ease the tension but you kept your mouth shut or else Jihoon might explode knowing you’re just going to take the poor boy’s side who was even more in tears brought therein by your comforting strokes on his arm. “You came here for what exactly?”

“Excuse me?” you scoffed at his words. “Seungkwan called me. For some reason I thought I was coming for a celebration and yet…”

Silence takes over once again. The boys had long been gone since Bumzu initiated that everyone should take a breather first, and secretly asking you to stay and maybe help clear up your friend’s mind. “I don’t even know why the boys kept on doing this, okay? Suddenly all the pressure’s on me whenever you’re acting up.”

You did not want to say it, but it had been a long day at work and hearing his snarky voice ticked you in a bad way.

“I am just tired.” Jihoon says almost immediately, as if not wanting you to say anything more. He massaged his temples and continued, “...tired as fuck.”

“But that does not excuse that kind of attitude!” you stood from the couch, rising with the tension inside the room. “You’re being too hard on the boys and yourself. Again.” You cursed under your breath, realizing the cringy tone that just left your mouth. The last time the same exact nagging tone came out, Jihoon’s anxiety was having a field day in his brain just like earlier, and you did not expect what happened after.

And then it came to you. Soon you were flooded with flashbacks from what happened that night: Jihoon aggressively pinning you by the door, meaning to actually open it and let you out, when all of a sudden you pulled him into an embrace in an attempt to calm him down, crashing your lips to his after a long eye-fucking, breath kissing when you caught him off guard, blushing from the sudden warmth. Not long after he responded, kissing you hard as if you were not just shedding tears arguing with him over his sharp words when you were just asking him to simply breathe during a heated exchange with Soonyoung over the phone. The kiss went wild yet slowly turned comfortable as he kept on apologizing, feeling your hot tears meet his burning red cheeks. You figured he needed it that time, like a de-stressor of some sorts, and so you let his mouth conquer yours as a way to help.

That kiss went longer than what friends could actually share. But if it's the only way to keep your friend sane that moment, you suppose you can let him use you as long as he is not going to be weird about it right after. Which he did, or so you thought.

Because that day never left his mind. He was not sure why you let him kiss you like that that night, nor why you did not even bother to ask about it days, weeks after. A bit hurt that it seemed like a casual thing for you, but for him it meant healing, washing away the anxiety clouding his thinking. That moment stayed on his mind unhealthily long, almost turned into songs he would never write and let you hear, even causing him to get wet dreams for quite a while. But of course, no one could know. Not about the kiss. Not even his budding feelings towards his best friend.

“Jihoon-ah…” you exhaled, turning his swivel to face you. “I can help, Just… tell me how..”

Both of you had the same thing in mind, he needed you just like that night. But why does he find it hard to admit it? 

The guy blushed in pink, avoiding your eyes at all cost, acting as if in deep-thought. “I…”

“Look at me,” he obeys in a second, but his eyes can't help but fall into your lips inches away from him. “Do you want…. my help?”

He nods subtly as an answer, but you can’t just accept that. You needed him firm, an answer to also clear your doubts about the way his eyes are glued to your lips, his ears blushed to the reddest of red, and the way his adam’s apple bobbed up and down when you leaned in closer: is he nervous because he’s uncomfortable? or was he nervous because you suddenly make him be?

“Yeah…” his breath hitches, the side of your lips upturns.

“Then say it—”

“I need you,” he reveals his innermost desire as he scrambles to his feet and catches your lips like he has been waiting for it for centuries.

Just like the first time, the kiss deepens instantly as you two found a comfortable position on the couch, you settling on his lap, arms around his shoulders. You two couldn't even care less if the door had been left unlocked when the people had left. It’s just your mouth sharing warmth with his; tongues dancing together in harmony. Just like the first time, he was craving for more, and he was able to relay that message when his teeth grazed at your lower lip, causing a moan to escape your lungs. He too groaned and by then you realized he is now rock hard underneath your heat, his thin shorts revealing himself to your clothed mound. 

“Fuck…” you did not expect yourself to be so turned on knowing you made your best friend erect just like that. All you did was wet kissing and well, maybe sitting right above his cock was what it all took.

You arched your back when you felt him squirm underneath you. He was definitely trying to move and find his rhythm, you thought, so you matched with his and rolled your hips against his erection.

“Damn….” he moaned so deeply with his hoarse voice. The friction between your clothed pussy and his bulge was enough to send you dripping to your core. Not even him, the most rational person you knew, can think straight at a moment like this: does he want to kiss your neck or pull you for another tongue wrestling? Does he want to tear all the annoying garments away from you? Does he want to set his cock free and let you sit on it, ride it if it’s too tempting for you? There’s one thing he knows though, he does not want to stop humping for now. The kind of pleasure the friction is giving him, plus the fact that he was doing such an erotic activity with not just any person but his best friend he had been fantasizing about lately was enough to send him nuts. He cannot even fathom what would happen if this escalates to something more, just having your warmth and your equally heightened libido had his focus on the now.

“You’re so hard, Jihoon.”

It felt so good and ego-boosting at the same time. Is he having a good time as well? He seems to like it as much as you do. His erection and hip movements to meet yours say it all: he wants you so bad and you feel proud someone actually desires you that much. When even was the last time you got laid? Was it a very long time ago? You aren’t sexually active yourself, and surprisingly, you’ve never been in a serious relationship as well. Maybe it wasn’t your priority, but having this heated session with your friend, you realized, you also craved to be touched, and be wanted. You wanted to be kissed deeply and ravenously, to be held possessively, and to be wanted as hungrily as how Jihoon was making you feel. Exactly as how Jihoon is obsessing for all that you are right now.

“Touch me. Please, Jihoon…” 

The dry humping must have had a drug, you thought. How come having all these annoying barriers on your skin makes all these way hotter than you thought it could be? Especially when Jihoon’s feisty hands made their way from your waist to the insides of your shirt while his sloppy kisses made their way to your neck. His cold hands cupping your breasts send electricity to your spine, causing you to moan out his name as dirty and needy as possible. Who could blame you, he was making you feel so good. His hands that created masterpieces are now invading your privacy, so sweetly yet so heavy with emotions. It was as if he was milking out lyrics to an explicit love song out of you, to match the melodies coming out of your lungs that harmonize with his.

“You’re so fucking hot, you know that?” he managed to say between breaths, as he enjoys playing with your now slightly free breasts that had slipped out of your bra. He is still a boy, you found that out long time ago, when you’ve caught him subtly staring at your chest during that one listening party night you were his plus one at a bar hosted by a producer friend and you just had to wear something skimpy and rather revealing, something to match the R&B vibe of the album. He did catch himself as well staring that time, and proceeded to lend you his suit because “the bartender was having the time of his life flirting with you," - went his alibi.

“Yeah? That’s why you wanted me so bad huh?—oh shit!” you moaned out loud when his hold on you became heavier, pushing you down to his hardened cock as if there were anymore spaces left in between.

Mouths agape, together you humped against each other's heat, only moans were resonating inside his studio alongside a minute sound of the friction cause by the fabrics.

“Fuck I think gonna cum, fuck,” Jihoon cursed, while his eyes were shut and his teeth gritted to concentration. “Fuck,” he humps against you harder as curses kept on rolling from his tongue, while your hips rolled faster to meet his tempo, moans pitched higher and higher. You were also close, and suddenly you were reminded this isn’t about you. You were helping your friend. And you gotta do what you gotta do.

“Wai-wha—what are you doing?” his voice sounded annoyed but you know better than to answer him. Legs folding on the floor as you positioned yourself in between his, not wasting time in pulling twice the constraints that were his shorts and underwear. His cock sprung healthily, all pink and angry, veins bulging out as if wanted to be traced by your tongue.

He hissed out of breath, confused if he wanted to surrender on the couch or look at you in a position he had only dreamt of once. 

No words need exchanging as you started sucking him off right there, mixing his precum with saliva, coating him down until your mouth can take. He had praises for you behind his teeth but all he could let out were needy guttural moans that translated how good you were making him feel anyway. You let his moans and the sight of him all sweaty and consumed fuck your system as the pool in your south continued to dampen your undies, the insides of your thighs getting ticklish, missing the attention it has gotten from him. Oh how badly you wanted him to fuck you right then and there, how badly you want him bucking his hips and drilling you so deep, how badly you wanted this thick cock of his inside you, stretching you oh so painfully yet so pleasurable.

“fuck… cant… anymore…” his shaky words were almost inaudible from all the dirty noises he was making, sounding even more gibberish while his body moved erratically to fuck your mouth, hands glued to your head to try to get his momentum, which did not take long as strings of cum exploded inside your mouth. You were quick to swallow, but most of his loads were still overflowing, racing down to your chin straight to your neck. It was one heck of a view, he thinks, as his chest heaves chasing his breath while appreciating a bit of the scene: his softening cock popping out of your mouth, before almost passing out.

“that was… really good.” it was probably an understatement to the euphoric climax he just had; his mind was still hazy from the release so he cannot find the correct words to tell you. But you were fine, the moans already sounded like praises to you. “That feels much better than I do with my own.”

“Of course it would,” you gave him a peck on the corner of his lips, and then dusting off the wrinkles on your clothes and adjusting your bra. “Takes two to tango.”

Confusion was then plastered on his face when you began fixing your hair and proceeding to face your back to grab your bag you left by the table. “What are you doing?”

“Leaving?”

“Who said you are?”

Somewhere in the room, his phone rings which he attentively checks. The name wasn’t supposed to annoy the hell out of him, but right now it almost spelled like a curse to him.

“You’re not leaving, please.” he grabs your hand as he takes the call from Bumzu. He knows you did not have your release, and he doesn’t want you carrying all that unreleased tension inside you when he himself had the best one tonight. 

You heard the other line asking how he was feeling now and that he had left something inside the studio and if it’s okay to go and get it. Jihoon agrees, not without a defeated sigh and a click of his tongue only you can hear.

“You know the passcode right? I think I’ll take my leave tonight, I don’t think I can wring anything out of my mind at this rate.”

You looked at him while shaking your head as a smirk forms on your mouth, furrowing your eyebrows at him as if asking him what he was saying.

“Sure, actually we’ve been meaning to tell you that.” Bumzu seconds him, and asks about you right after. You heard him say Seokmin and Seungkwan had been asking if you weren’t busy and maybe hangout for a while as a way to thank you from earlier. Both guys had always been the sweetest among the bunch and although it was only out of courtesy, Jihoon can’t help but fume in jealousy, making himself lie to keep you in his (and ONLY HIS) sight for a while.

“She just left, I think she said she’s going for an early appointment tomorrow,” and ends the call soon when Bumzu bids his farewell and hopes of him getting well.

“I didn’t know you can lie to your brothers,”

“For an emergency yeah,” he hasn’t let go of your hand yet, and now he was already leading you out of his studio to the elevator.

“You could just say you’re sending me home, that would sound a lot better,”

And then what, you finding out about how the guys had been teasing him about you since day one? Of course, he won’t let that happen. Not until he finds the time to finally be honest with himself and to you.

“So… my place or yours?”

-

stay tuned for part two for the hoo-haa ;)

a/n: updated! part two is up! again, there's a prequel you can read after. link will be at the end of the second part ^^

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⋆.˚ ★—University AU!Anaxa x Reader

Content: a collection of modern au headcanons for Anaxa, some voicelines at the end, sfw, GN reader, yapping Words: 737

Masterlist ✦ Rules ✦ Ko-Fi

-Anaxa is a biochemistry major, he's simultaneously going to two universities actually. First one, his major, is in the morning hours while the second on is in the evening hours and the schedule for that one is much more relaxed. It's a miracle how well his schedules worked out. But that being said, catching Anaxa alone and while he is not busy is a rare event. He comes home and it is straight to his business again, studying, researching and reading some more like the nerd he is. Staying busy is what keeps him calm, which some find mind boggling

 -He isn't a morning person even if his uni has always started early, he never got used to it. He hates waking up so early and downs coffee down like it is water. He's not proud of it but he makes shit tasting coffee because he's simply not in the mood to spend too much time thinking about it so early...so if you happen to wake up around the same time as him or earlier and make him coffee?? Immediate brownie points that he saves up for later, but he also gives you a big kiss before he departs for class

 -Anaxa never misses a class he's interested in, and in general he is the type of person to always be there. Class starts at 6:00 am? He’s there before anyone else, somehow. There are one or two classes that he dreads to go to since he deems them worthless and not up to par with the modern advancement in technology and biology, but they're necessary so he drags himself to those too- although...you have a good chance of talking him into going to get a meal or a drink with you instead of going to those classes. This guy is just looking for an excuse and god knows he could use a good meal

-Anaxa has a reputation for debating professors or simply talking to them the entire duration of the class, which is both good and bad. It is something that landed him on the uni's debate team. He is quite snappy but it is hard to refute his arguments... 

-Has a pet bird that his sister gifted him and he loves that little bird lots. Named her something stupid though but endearing like Ribbit or something

-Anaxa doesn't let anyone inside his office room in his home, not that he really has anyone over nearly as much, but still. It stands that the office room is his room, his space, and no one else's. It did take a while for him to get warmed up to you but once he did he began inviting you inside, and slowly you began to just hangout in his office without him asking and he was 100% fine with it. He loves your company, even if you may not be engaged in an active conversation or interaction in general

-It goes without saying that Anaxa only indulges in physical touch with you, cuddling with you with a good book in hand or simply closing his eyes while listening to your heartbeat while he dozes off for a little while

-He doesn't dress that fancy around you, which is a sign of comfort. He doesn't like when anyone else sees him "underdressed". But you see him in the most absurdly casual clothes around the house. I'm talking stuff like pink slippers + shorts + beanie hat + sweatshirt. Does the fit make sense? It does to him. It's comfy to him. Don't question the genius

⋆.˚ ★—Voice lines

-"Beloved...why have you gotten out of bed so early? Hm? Mhm..." (He then gets up to spend the morning with you before you leave, regardless if he needs to be anywhere that early himself)

-"Such a matter could not have been in your control. Do not bash yourself over it, it is useless. What you should look forward to is this opportunity.. No, no, it is quite expected to feel lost. But remember, I'm here"

-"Come here... What? Yes, I'm calling you in for a hug. Don't make it a waste"

-"Here.. I've made us some tea. This blend will help your body relax. And while the tea takes its effect on your physical body, you and I can work on unraveling these knots and twists your mind has been pulled into"

-"No rush. This sort of thing takes time, breathe.."

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So actually, I was thinking that the reader and Kakashi are soulmates, but somehow reader doesn't believe in that concept, and she wants to find someone naturally and meet someone naturally. So Kakashi is really frustrated by the fact and doesn't want to disclose it to the reader that he has discovered that they are soulmates. Because she will run away or something. So then he is really sad or something. So you know everyone, his advisor and Shikamaru and all, they come up with a plan that he should hire the reader as private chef since she is a chef by profession. (And I am a chef by profession.) So that's the fetish. So they suggest that she should be hired as private chef for Hokage residence. And then gradually there are some instances and then they come closer. It's a lot of smut and all. That's just the general idea.

COMPATIBILITY

Contents: Kakashi x gn!reader soulmate au scenario

more Kakashi content here

WC: 1.9K

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WARNINGS: DUB-CON, SOULMATE!AU, READER OWNS A RESTAURANT, OBSESSIVE AND POSSESSIVE TENDENCIES, SEMI-PUBLIC SEX, AFAB!READER, PORN WITH A LITTLE PLOT, ORAL (RECIEVING), FINGERING (RECIEVING), PENETRATIVE SEX, VERY SOFT YANDERE.

It's a matter of principle.

You simply don't believe in soulmates. It's foolish, its fantastical, and it's... boring. To just have a person chosen for you by god seems so terribly boring, and also a bad idea. What if he's a bad man? Who hits you and cheats on you? And you just can't leave because he's "your soulmate". Sounds simply stupid.

So, when the copy ninja came to you and the word "soulmates" left his lips, you simply turned around and ran away, like a coward. Because you weren't interested. There were plenty of other men, other ninja in Konoha that could be the one for you, and even if he was, he had just ruined it by spewing that soulmate nonsense.

"We're closed." You say quickly when you see him entering your little restaurant. Unfortunately, nobody is there to cover you, so you're left alone with him. You clean at a table, pretending he isn't there.

"You'll start bleeding if you keep scratching the table that hard," He says, in a sigh, always playing the uninterested man. "Won't you acknowledge me? Really? At least offer me a glass of water?" He sprawls over the table, and your eye twitches as you glare at him.

"Fine." You hiss, and serve him a glass of water as quickly and calmly as you can. "Anything else, Hatake?" You ask with the fakest smile possible, and he grins under the mask.

"If you could give me the privilege of conversing with yo—"

"It's a little too late for that," You slam the wet cloth against another table, cleaning once more. "Specially if you're going to keep insisting about that topic. So save it, I'm not interested." He watches you quietly, fingers drumming over the tabletop as he observes your movements. How your clothes cling to your curves, how you tuck your hair behind your ear. He's entranced, and even if he doesn't like to admit it, he's... a little bit obsessed. It's only natural, after all you two are soulmates, connected by a bond stronger than anything else. He believes so, he knows so, otherwise you wouldn't have your mark in the same place, branded like cattle.

"I have to keep insisting so you'll understand," He hums, his voice always a little bit condescending. "Why are you so reluctant about it? What are you afraid of?"

"I don't know you, for starters," Your eyes remain fixed on the stains, furiously scrubbing. "You never take off the mask, we have never held a conversation that isn't small talk or that lasts more than five minutes, you don't know me, my family or values, and I don't know yours. I don't know if we're compatible, I don't know if we have the same views for a relationship, let alone something like marriage."

"Then how do you explain this?" In a second he's behind you, his tall frame engulfing yours. His hand searches for a point under your clothes, over your skin. "Doesn't this little mark sting a little? Isn't my touch... soothing?" He asks, voice husky, rumbling over his chest. And you whimper when he applies pressure to the little point, the little mark over your skin, at how he's right. But you won't admit it, you would never admit it. "You'll never know... we'll never know if you don't give me a chance, ___."

"This proves nothing," You whisper, trying to stand your ground. And he chuckles. "I don't even think we're compatible." You taunt, looking at him through the corner of your eye, and his hands run over your hips now.

"I think we'll be very compatible," He bites the shell of your ear through his mask, making you gasp. "If you allow me to show you."

The curtain closes, and you're inside your little kitchen. Modest enough for you to be away from prying eyes, and lewd enough to let certain loud noises escape the confinements of the room.

The skirt and apron you were wearing were lift up, allowing him to get a clear view of your clothed cunt. Slowly, his hands undress you, the night air hitting your folds, glistening with just a little slick. And he chuckles.

"Eager?" He asks, pressing a few kisses through his mask over your skin, making your thighs tense.

"Take it off," You growl, again, trying to seem like a figure of authority, and failing miserably when his eyes crinkle at the corners, grinning. "What, you ugly or something?" You ask him curtly, and this time he cackles out loud.

"Not at all," He sighs, and he starts to remove it. "Quite the opposite from what I've been told. But it could be a lie." He shrugs, and it finally comes off. And you almost choke. It's the truth. Face masculine, well sculpted, chiseled in stone. Killer smile, deep set eyes, masculine nose, and the smallest beauty-mark under his lip. "So?" His tongue darts out, pink inside pinkish lips, and he flicks at your clit, you throw your head back, gripping the kitchen counter, digging your nails at how his tongue makes you melt, fold, everything. You're almost howling, the way he sucks, sloppily making out with your clit like that was his soulmate instead of you, it's maddening, something you've never experienced before, being eaten alive. "Speechless, I see..." He mocks, voice muffled as he starts to make out with your cunt, tongue probing in and out of your hole. Its a mess of slick and spit between your legs, an orgasm already trying to come out of your body, and he's in a land of bliss, slick dripping down his chin as he continues his messy eating.

"Fuck—" You whine, hands coming to tangle between his snowy locks, tugging and pulling, making him groan against your cunt, the reverberation of it being enough to teeter you over the edge. You feel it, the know in your stomach unraveling and suddenly he's gulping down the aftermath of his actions, of his expert tongue messing with your tender folds. Still, he doesn't relent, continuing to lap and suck and flick at all your sensitive spots, tongue-fucking you with the most evil expertise. "Kakashi!" You gasp, trying to close your legs, but he doesn't stop, warm hands coming to tighten the grip of your thighs around his head.

"M'right here, sweetheart." He growls, looking up at you, making your eyes roll back as his fingers come to aid his ministration. Mouth on your clit, hands inside your pussy. Curling when he sucks at your clit, eliciting another orgasm that robs you of any ounce of self control you could've had. And he's enjoying it, his free hand palming at his cock lazily. His fingers pumping in and out at a steady pace, continuing to flick your clit with his tongue, and then doing scissoring motions inside your gummy walls, flashing you a few sardonic glares that mock your pathetic state. Sweating, legs trembling, hair sticking to your forehead and the sides of your face. And even in that moment, he just can't help but think you're the most beautiful being that has ever walked on earth.

He lets you breathe, licking his lips and the remains of your slick and cum off his fingers, even more lewd slurping sounds filling the room. And you can't do anything other than stare. He unbuttons your shirt, letting your breasts fall loose, nipples perking up with the cold.

"Pretty..." He whispers, kissing at your neck and collarbone.

"You're still... dressed..." You pant, and he gives you an enigmatic smile. Slowly, taunting, he begins to undo his belt. The metallic sound of the buckle against the floor giving you some semblance over your situation. You're half naked, watching one of the most lusted over men in the village undress for you, like he's a common whore, and looking at you like he's in love. You take a deep breath, eyes widening as he takes his cock out. Same color as his skin, standing proud at what seems to be eight inches, the tip a pretty strawberry lollipop pink, you wonder if his cum tastes like that as well.

"Happy now?" He asks, caging you against the counter. He takes off his vest, and his undershirt, exposing his abs. For a body so lean, almost lanky, he looks surprisingly buff. He pulls you closer, and you can't help but grind your cunt against his abdomen, at the firm skin, you shiver, and he chuckles, already starting to sweat as well. "Dirty thing." He croons, gripping your hips and letting you grind against his abs. It's uncomfortable, the position, the angle, but you can't stop running your puffy folds against his skin. Maybe you're the common whore. "See? I told you we were... so compatible." He licks his lips, trying to catch his breath as he looks at you. Abs glinting under the lights due to the slick imprinted over them, he resist the urge to go down on you again.

Slowly, he starts to rub the tip of his cock against your pussy lips, smooching it with your little clit, red and swollen from the stimulation. You gasp, as he rubs it between your folds, having the time of his life at the softness and warmth of your skin. He spits at your hole, smearing it all over your cunt in a display of lewdness, adding to the mess of slick and spit he made previously.

"Stick it in..." You plead, eyes glossy. Your previous bark completely lost, cockdrunk already. "C'mon... didn't you want to prove that we had... bed chem."

"Right, I did want to do that," He says in a dry chuckle, circling your entrance with tortuous slowness. "Is it working?" He asks, and pushes, just a little. You answer him with a whine, and he pulls out, and repeats the same thing over and over again, driving you mad.

"It is! It's working!" You mewl, deliriously. Your hands come to try and line his cock with your entrance, to have him finally split you apart on his length, and with that he thrusts it in. Bottoming out with one swift movement of his hips, heavy balls smacking against the curve of your ass when he sticks it all the way inside. You moan his name once again, and he clings to your body. You both stay like that, not moving, only grasping the fact that he's finally inside. And then he moves, precise, mortal, intending to have you die from pleasure. The plump head of his cock hitting expertly against your sweet spots, smooching at your cervix and then hitting it like it wants to bruise the next second. And tears keep falling down your eyes, drooling.

"We're gonna get so married," He slobbers, carrying you by placing two strong, expert hands over your ass, fucking you in the air like you're nothing more than a fleshlight. "Because you're mine, all mine now. Aren't you, ___? My soulmate? Mine?" He sounds as pussydrunk as he looks, eyes glossy, lips that search for yours. Both swollen from kissing and biting.

"Fuckfuckfuck," you whimper, and squirt all over his cock, making him grin again. "All yours! All yours! Just don't stop!" Your voice is all high pitched and whiny, lost in the sensation of him fucking you into next week. And you feel it, how his cock throbs and threatens to pump you full of cum.

"I'm so glad you finally came to your senses..."

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THE TERRIBLE EGOIST — i.y

⛤ isagi yoichi x fem! reader

The popular football player rejected you and didn’t expect you to get over him so easily. If you liked him before he can get you to like him again.

cw. smut. unprotected sex. creampie(s). oral (f. receiving). jerk isagi. dub-con. rough sex. pet names (baby, pretty, princess). finger sucking. marking. overstimulation. multiple orgasms + mention of multiple rounds. pussy drunk isagi. college au. intoxication. mentions of alcohol. +18!

wc: 2.9k

Isagi yoichi was the biggest egoist of them all. His popularity of being the best football player on the team at a university he attends and of course his good looks that kept his reputation up and the girls in line. He couldn’t simply ruin that with having girlfriend or anything that had to do with dating. He had only one thing to be stressed about and that was football. Though it sure wasn’t a problem if he just had his fun.

He was use to it, rejecting girls because he wants to focus on his upcoming games and he had no time for relationships. That didn’t stop them from at least trying again once or twice, maybe more than that. No one could get over him, that’d be impossible in his egotistic mind. Even people are to be warned not to be messed with him because he would easily tell you he doesn’t do that kind of “stuff” after just him making out with you 30 seconds ago.

He’s not mean about it though, he wouldn’t tell you to straight up thats he’s just not interested in you instead he says it sincerely even though he knows what he’s doing and how to do it, letting them down easy he knows they always come back anyways. Isagi loathes in the feeling of being adored, if he could get it from his fans he can get it from somewhere else and a different audience. How else could he keep himself entertained with the ladies?

“I really do like you Isagi” Then there was a long pause when you waited for him to answer, he rubs the back of his neck and stares at the ground before he could give you the bad news.

“‘M sorry I don’t really do relationships, I just want to focus on my career and I don’t want ‘dating’ to get in the way of that..we can always be friends though?”

You were confused, you don’t get it? He was flirting and teasing you for weeks. You were hanging out a lot, people would’ve been convinced you both were dating. You never kissed or held hands but surely it had to be obvious. Your friends convinced you that he liked you back, no guy would act that way towards a girl he doesn’t like or wouldn’t want to take things further with? Was he just leading you on?

“Uh..yeah i understand...” you really didn’t, you wanted to ask him why but he would probably repeat what he just said.

Isagi sighs like he has not gone through many let downs and watch the disappointment of his victim. “No hard feelings?”

“Yeah..none”

Then it’s been a week since he hasn’t seen you. Usually they come back in a day or two in his book so why haven’t you? It shouldn’t stress him out about it, it’s just longer than he expected it to be. His stupid ego got the best of him and his way of thinking that he could have every girl begging on their knees for him.

Jealousy bites him in the back when he’s sees you talking to other guys especially the ones on his team, he shouldn’t be jealous? He doesn’t even like you, he’s the one who rejected you so why does it eat at him? He wasn’t focused on anyone but you not paying him no mind, he’ll walk by you expecting to connect eye contact but you’ll be chatting up with your friends like he doesn’t exist. Maybe he could try to get you to like him again to fill his ego, yeah that’s probably it. You guys never made out or had sex, that was maybe the problem and he just had to do that.

You slowly became irritated when he kept trying to talk to you though they were just failed conversations. You didn’t know why he was trying to talk to you and you were trying to avoid him, how else could you move on from him?

He invites you to a party for tonight as a start of a friendship he wanted to build with you hoping you weren’t still upset with him, your friends really wanted to go since his teammates would be there and you agreed taking a chance with Isagi. You had a gut feeling but you didn’t know whether it was good or bad, you just knew something was to come as he grins to himself when you said yes. A scheme he has planned behind his soft smile.

Isagi being an athlete, he wasn’t a drinker though he offered you one, another one, also two more. Honestly you stopped counting after the second. Perhaps it was the alcohol but you started to feel glad that you and Isagi come to an agreement to be friends. Maybe you were too harsh, maybe he genuinely wanted to be friends as you were trying to ignore him this whole time.

The way your hands started to feel clammy because he kept staring at you, you felt as if his gaze your burning into your skin, you felt nervous, rubbing your hands on your dress. Why are you feeling nervous? You don’t like him, well you used to. You tried to push the thoughts away that he is cute, no he was and isn’t still you don’t really like him? You wonder if it was just your drunken mind playing tricks on you or the feelings were coming back again and he can read you good.

“Don’t do that..” he tilts his head at you as if he were oblivious however he knows all too well. “Don’t do what?”

“You’re looking at me like...” you didn’t want to assume or flat out say it, you shrug because you didn’t know what to add on or decide not to jump to conclusions, Isagi laughs to himself.

He’s a good guy with no rude intentions, yet he’s leading you by the hand upstairs in a unoccupied room.

“Why are we in here?” You sat on the edge of the bed watching him shut the door behind him “it’s quieter for us” he sat right next to you, he didn’t leave space between you both he was so close his figure was towering over you and you can feel his body warmth emit on your arm. You don’t know why you didn’t ask him another question about you both here alone when the party is clearly downstairs.

His hand is rubbing your inner thigh, his fingers are carefully slipping up your dress and his lips softly brushes against yours so it wasn’t fully a kiss, you didn’t know if you should so you mutter “I thought we were friends now Isagi”

“We are..unless you like me now..?”

“I-i don’t know…” you rubbed your knees together

“We’ll see” he kisses you roughly, honestly he’s trying to at least bruise your lips. You try to take in as much breaths but he doesn’t allow you to, his tongue blocking your airway in your mouth and your breathing heavily through your nose.

As he’s basically consuming you, his hand that was placed in your inner thigh moved towards to your covered pussy. Your hands grasp his arm to stop his fingers massaging your folds through your underwear. When his lips began attacking your neck you whine out his name when you start to feel the heat increase throughout your body, you felt you were gonna melt.

You smelt good as he placed wet kisses on your neck, sucking lightly on your skin leaving colored hues and moved onto another blank space of your skin he could mark. Isagi never thought it’d be easy to get you here, he might’ve thought wrong that you’d be difficult to get you where he needed you to be and he’s only kissing your neck and playing with your pussy behind your panties.

He presses lightly on it and you let out a shattered breath “Right here?” And he starts to rub your clit in circular motion. If you were sober without an drop of alcohol you probably wouldn’t let Isagi have his way with you, but you’re moaning under your breath, your jutting your hips against his hand, your eyes fluttered when he reaches under you rubbing the outside of your cunt.

Your mind getting slightly fuzzy you decided to fall onto your back on the soft bed when you couldn’t hold yourself up anymore. “Come on baby you can’t give up on me now” he takes off your shoes before he climbed onto the bed to spread your legs open.

“I can’t” you shake your head though you’re not kicking back to stop, you let him feel up your sides because his touch is warm and made you feel good, it had to be the alcohol lingering in your system or your feelings for Isagi are starting to come back even though you were helping yourself get over him before you came to this party “I just want you to like me princess” sounding sincere when he places a quick kiss on your lips, he lifts up your dress over your stomach to pull your panties down your hips and off your legs.

He’s caressing your thighs, riling you up and pampering kisses between your inner legs his face drawing dangerously close to your bare pussy. His hands push your thighs nearly to your stomach, giving you a peck on your cunt and the warm wet muscle ghost over your cunt making your breathing harder than it should be.

It was like he was making out with your pussy, his lips and tongue burying deep in your pussylips, his arms were locked around your thighs so you couldn’t pull away, you could only move your lower legs and you writhed on the bed in bliss and constantly moaned his name. “Ah! Isagi!..hah!” You could be as loud as you wanted because the music was loud enough to hide your pathetic whines.

Your hands grip the sheets underneath you until his tongue flicked your clit, sucking on it slow your hand reaches for his dark hair, your fingers tangling through his locks at the top of his head. “Oh-my g-ah!…” you sputtered, he’s still eating you out like a hungry man.

He’s lost into licking and sucking on your sweet pussy, your fingers tugging on his hair and moaning his name is making his dick hard, he’s growing amusement of his licks that are long and slow, dragging up on your clit and his lips wrap around it. Your hips are moving up and down, grinding on his face. If he could have you sit on his face he would but he needed you to cum, cum on his lips.

You started to become more squirmy when you feel your cunt twitch and your clit burning to cum when he sucks harder. Your hand through his hair tightening and your moans were becoming high pitched.

You rolled your head back moaning his name when you feel yourself cum on his mouth, his lips wouldn’t detach from your fluttering pussy and continued to use his mouth until he was ready to be done. After a bit though he didn’t want to work you up on another orgasm so he halted himself from eating you further more.

“You taste so good princess y’know that?” He comes up on top of you and to offer you a sloppy kiss whilst he’s unbuttoning his pants to pull out his hardened cock. You brought your hands behind his neck to keep kissing you more, the taste of yourself lingering on his tongue. you were already defeated when you first came into this room and you let him feel you up, you wanted to beat yourself up for it but you’re too dazed out of your mind to care, kissing Isagi now when you never got to before, you just wanted him in the moment.

Isagi gave himself a couple strokes, he opens your legs for more entry and with no warning your tight walls are being pushed aside by his cock when he slowly sheaved himself in, you gasp loudly by the disturbance of his dick intruding your pussy. Your breathing was shaky and Isagi hisses when you grip him tight and didn’t bother giving you a chance to process his dick inside you when he starts his hungry thrusts.

“Isagi-”

“Sorry princess..i gotta fuck you now” he was so harsh and fast, he was bullying you. The egoists cock was rubbing so relentlessly in your pussy, you’re moaning so much and each time he makes sure he slams his cock deep. He squeezes your tits and he wasn’t soft with them either, he was kneading them in his hand like hard dough.

“I can’t believe you’re letting me fuck you and here I thought you didn’t like me anymore..do you like me now? I know you do” you didn’t have to say yes, he already answered for you, you were too overwhelmed to speak though you could whine with your fingers slightly over your mouth so you could breathe.

He moves your hand out of your face as his thumb slips between your lips into your mouth, the pad of his thumb pressing down on your tongue. “That’s it baby suck on it” your lips wrap around his thumb just like how he had demanded.

You hummed with his thumb in your mouth, batting your pretty eyelashes at him and he grits his teeth with his stamina rising even more from the way you look at him, like you were purposely doing it to get him to fuck you even harder like as he was pounding into you anyways. He couldn’t let you get to him, it had to be the other way around.

“Looking at me like that pretty?-ah!” His cock jerked inside, knowing he was about to release his cum the more he constantly pushed his dick in and out of you. His jaw hung open, panting and moaning when he feels his nerves on fire. As you were about to touch yourself he rubbed your clit with his wet thumb that was settling in your mouth so you both can cum together.

“‘m gonna cum! ‘m gonna cum Isagi!” Isagi is so rough with you, him adding onto more to build your orgasm intensively circling your sweet bud.

Shock takes over his face when your legs wrap around his waist and you pleaded him “please cum inside me! Please Isa-!” Did you just beg him to? He was going to anyway though he didn’t expect you to practically be desperate for it that your legs are secured around his waist. Fuck, why did his heart just sink?

“Y-yeah, I’ll cum right in you, just for you princess” he growled, his last thrust he sunk deep into your spasming walls and his pushed down on your clit. Your eyelids twitched feeling his cum empties in your womb, your body quivered, it felt like stars were floating everywhere around you. “‘ts feels good..f-feels ‘s good” you whined.

Isagi bit his bottom lip gazing at your pretty tired face, This wasn’t how this was supposed to go, he couldn’t keep up his ego anymore. He grew hard again and the only thoughts running through his head was wanting to fuck you again.

How long has it been? Two, four rounds, more? Both your bodies would completely stripped off of clothes, sweat mixing together that his hair was slightly damp. The music still booming loud as ever outside meaning people were still here which you both had completely forgotten since you were both gone into drowning in pleasure. Isagi is still in between your legs, pounding into your swollen pussy that had a brimful of his cum because he came so many times like he was still a starving caveman needing more.

Isagi is so deep into your pussy he forgot what was his motive the whole time, you’re mewling for him to stop but damn you look so pretty, why did he reject you again? He couldn’t even remember anything before he got into this room with you because of the delight of your hot cunt had him hooked. His arms beside your head as he watched you cry from the sensitivity of your previous orgasms he drew out of you. His heart fluttering in his chest when you wrap your arms around his neck and whimper his name.

You both couldn’t think correctly but just thinking about how much it feels like heaven and the need to cum again.

“‘m about to cum again Isagi!” You repeated again before, He nodded while he was also cum again and damn he was so out of energy of pulling orgasm after orgasm, his breaths were shattered, his thrusts were sloppy. His tongue hanging from his mouth like he had fight to finish. “‘m cumming too-fuck!” Another addictive feeling washing over you both at the same time, once again he gives you another bundle of his cum.

Isagi finally caught his breath and noticed your leg’s couldn’t stop trembling. “F-fuck Isagi, I’m shaking…” you murmured. His stomach was in knots and not because he had just came but he was going against his own rules he made up the beginning. His evil scheme had failed when he came down to kiss you again but it was softer, didn’t bother pulling out, he rose back up with straight up determination in his eyes.

“Be my girlfriend..”

[slytherinshua]

APPLES AND PEARS

genre. fluff. secret relationship. farmer au lmao?? warnings. rivalry between families. having to hide a relationship because of bad blood. not proofread. pairing. sion x fem!reader. wc. 2.4k. request. no. a/n. yes this is based on that one couple in my little pony.... fight me they were cute AND IT WAS A CUTE IDEA. also got the idea from @sleepy-wonus's nct wish x mlp moodboard series and sion's mb. divider by @/pommecita.

The rivalry between your family’s pear orchard and the Oh family’s apple orchard went back too far to even count. Generations of tradition went into the planting, pruning, harvesting, and selling of your pears, and you took great pride in it, much like the rest of your family. You would never get tired of the smell of sweet pears, or the process of baking the fresh fruit into pastries. 

Despite how much you liked it, you often found it overwhelming. Your parents had a few strict rules which you had to follow since you were little. There were only two of them, but you had always found them extremely hard to stick to. 

The first rule was to never eat pears from the trees. You were only allowed to have them once they had been sorted through and separated by quality. When you were younger, you despised this one the most. You absolutely loved pears no matter how many you ate. Not being able to pick them fresh off the tree to enjoy was torture.

The second rule was to never talk to the Oh family, and to never cross the property line on the west side of the farm. Around 50 acres of trees grew on your family’s property. When you were younger, you were simply never allowed to travel to the far west side. This only piqued your curiosity about the rivalled apple orchard. 

Your parents always told you that the Oh family were terrible people who had wrongly scammed your family and stolen your precious land (and loyal customers). You wholeheartedly believed them when you were younger and held the same contempt as they did for the ‘apple family’. But were they really as bad as your family insisted?

“Sion! You’re not allowed to climb the tree!” You whisper-shouted in panic, a basket of pears in your hand which you quickly dropped to the ground, “You’re out in the open again! I’m gonna get in trouble.” You whined, running up to the base of the tree and staring up at the boy. He gave you a mischievous smile. 

“If they come around, I’ll hop down and pretend like I was picking apples this entire time.” He grinned, glancing back at the property line where you saw an empty basket he had abandoned. 

Oh Sion. The oldest son of the Oh family, who you first met when you were 14, and soon found out was exactly your age. Who could blame you for being curious about him? You barely saw anyone outside of your family, much less a boy, that too from the one family you were never supposed to talk to. All the rivalry, competition, and loathing that you were supposed to hold for him disappeared as soon as you saw his face.

Now, a few years later, you and him were still keeping up the delicate act of hiding yourselves whenever you met up. Your parents would have a heart attack if they knew you had been talking to him, much less kissing him. (He was an excellent kisser, though). 

“Your bosc pears are sweeter this year.” He commented, pointing at the fruit hanging from the branch he was sitting on. You could tell he was fishing for compliments— trying to impress you with his knowledge on the fruit.

“Don’t start acting like a pear expert just because you can finally tell the difference. You didn’t even know there were different types before I told you.” You rolled your eyes, “Get down from the tree. You’re putting stress on the branch.” 

“Only if you give me a kiss.” Sion said gleefully, hopping down to the ground in one smooth motion. 

You stepped forward, caging him in against the tree with one hand, “You want a kiss in return for trespassing on my property?” You raised an eyebrow, amused at his antics.

His eyes twinkled, “Are you going to give it to me or not? I don’t have all day.” His hand slipped to your waist, waiting for you to make the move. You leaned in, eyes fluttering shut. Just as your lips touched his and you were met with the sweet taste of apple and cinnamon, you heard a voice drawing nearer. 

You both pulled apart on instinct, and Sion slipped behind the tree and back across the property line without another word. You lamented over the unfortunate timing for a moment before picking up your basket and facing your aunt who had come to ask for your help with the pear butter.

After finishing up the batch of pear butter and peeling and cutting a few baskets of pears, you were finally sent on harvesting duty again. You snuck back to the same tree, hoping that Sion would still be picking apples nearby. It was easy to spot the head of dirty blond against the trees bearing sweet gala apples. 

“No worms got in this year, I hope?” You teased, stepping over the line into the apple orchard. Sion tossed you an apple from the branch.

“See for yourself.”

You smiled, taking a seat on the grass as you watched him work. He was tall, and able to reach the fruit easily. Although he was also lazy, opting to bend the branches down to reach instead of getting a ladder. You bit into the apple, a pleased smile on your face whenever you had the opportunity to break a rule. Sion watched you with a smirk as well, the sentiment shared.

He had been brought up similarly, although not quite as harsh as your parents. Rather than seeing your family as having wronged his, you were painted as lesser and therefore not worth his time. Apples always sold more than pears— the proof was in the fruit, as Sion’s mother said. Sion had always liked pears himself. 

“You owe me for earlier.” He said as he plucked the last apple from the branch. 

“I’m ready to pay up.” You smiled, beckoning him over next to you.

“Good. Because I was feeling a bit cheated.” He plopped down on the ground beside you, shuffling next to you until your knees were touching. You cupped his cheek and drew his face to yours, sighing happily when there were no interruptions to your kiss. 

There were always unanswered questions that came with your relationship with Sion. The simple fact that neither of your parents would ever accept the other often made thinking of the future impossible. So, you lived in the present. You enjoyed every day you saw Sion, and took every opportunity you could to talk to him, hold him, kiss him. You loved him wholeheartedly. 

He pressed his lips harder against yours, deepening the kiss. The taste of the apple you had just eaten on your tongue made him pull apart to giggle. You tasted like him, and it made his chest feel warm.

“I have the fall fair for a week, you know. I won’t be able to see you.” He mumbled, catching his breath.

“Don’t remind me.” You shushed him of the thought with your lips finding his again, desperately getting your fill of the feeling before you would inevitably be deprived of it again. 

As much as he would’ve liked to stay kissing you for the rest of the day, preparations for the fair separated you two once again. You only had time to give him a couple pears to stash away for the trip before he left. He was busy for the rest of the day, preparing recipes and packaging hundreds of apples into boxes. By the time evening came, he had already left on the long drive to town.

You hated when Sion was away. There were many tasks you could do to keep yourself busy, but your small breaks to talk to him at the edge of the farm kept you motivated unlike anything else. Seeing the empty apple orchard only made you miss him more; so you tried to stay inside the house as much as possible.

Your grandma was working on new quilts for the winter. Most of the fabric had patterns of pears or leaves on them, but you found a random stash of apple related ones as well. Deciding to take up your own sewing project, you started to make a small quilt for Sion (although you told your mother it was just a personal project). 

The days had never gone slower. Although it was peak pear season and the orchard was doing better than ever, you were starting to get sick of pears. When Sion wasn’t there, you quickly grew tired of having to be surrounded by them all the time. They weren’t a source of your pride anymore if everyone else around you already shared it with you.

Two days before he was supposed to return, you found yourself walking over to the property line again. It was evening and the chance of any of your family seeing you by the westside trees that had already been picked was low. You didn’t even try to hide your intention as you crossed over the line, looking for a fresh apple to pick. You just missed him that bad.

“Missed me that much, huh?” 

You startled from the sound of his voice, dropping the apple you had just plucked from the tree out of shock. You turned around and there he was. His face was obscured from the night darkness, but you didn’t even need to see his face to know he was wearing his signature grin. 

You ran into his arms, the feeling of him squeezing you tightly suggesting that he missed you even more than you did. He smelled slightly like pears, and it brought a small smile to your face. 

“Why are you back so early? Did I not give you enough pears to keep you away?” You pulled back from the hug, pushing back some of his hair to better see his face. He was so pretty.

“I ran out by the third day. You should’ve given me a better stock.” He complained. “My parents sent me to catch the honeycrisp harvest on the best day. The timing didn’t work out too well this year, so I volunteered to go back by myself.” He told you, “And maybe I also wanted some more pears.” The whispered afterthought made you giggle. 

For the first time ever, you slipped onto the Oh’s orchard without any fear. You found Sion sitting on the porch, peeling apples by hand with a small knife. He didn’t notice you at first, partly because he was so focused on his task, and partly because you had never dared to come this far onto his family’s farm before. 

“What are you making with those?” You asked as you took a seat beside him.

“Apple sauce. We like to slow cook them for a couple hours, but not too long otherwise it’ll turn out too watery. Never overnight.” He grinned, reaching over to a basket and handing you a knife. “Since you’re here, you might as well help.” 

“I feel like I’m cheating on at least 10 generations of my family.” You commented as you grabbed a fresh apple from the pail at his feet and started peeling away the skin. 

You were a bit clumsy with the knife on the apple. They were much bigger than your pears, not to mention a completely different shape. You definitely didn’t have as much skill in the area as Sion. He finished peeling three apples in the time it took you to just do one. His peels dropped into the compost bucket in one clean long spiral, while yours were scrappy and broken. 

“Hold it like this.” Sion said softly, adjusting your hands so that you steadied the apple with your thumb and cut towards it. You watched him demonstrate how to peel it the best, starting from the top of the apple and finishing at the bottom without breaking the peel once. It was perfectly thin without catching any of the fruit on it. You had to admit that watching him do it so perfectly was hot.

With his guidance, you saw better results immediately, although you would never accomplish his level of over 15 years with just 1 afternoon of practice. Once the apples were peeled, you started to core and cut them into medium sized chunks. You had much more success with it, as you were more used to coring pears. 

Cinnamon, nutmeg, and cloves went into the pot as seasoning for the fruit. The smell of fall enveloped your senses with sweet and spicy scents. Maybe it was because the same notes were always what Sion lips tasted like, or maybe it was your growing love for any recipe that included apples in it, but you were obsessed with the smell. 

“I should hire you on the farm. Who knew the pear girl would be so good with apples?” Sion teased you once you were done, taking a walk around the orchard together to check on the state of the trees.

“If only our family’s didn’t hate each other.” You mused, letting a sigh leave your lips. You finally had a taste of what it would be like to not have to hide. You knew you would always enjoy any time you spent with Sion, but you didn’t expect to enjoy it as much as you did. 

“It’s a shame. Apples and pears aren’t even that different. They’re better together, in fact.” Sion commented, nudging you with his elbow. You laughed at his hidden meaning, linking your fingers together with his as you neared the pear side of the farm.

“See you tomorrow?” You asked, stepping over the line, Sion still standing on his side. You toyed with his fingers, delaying when you would actually have to say goodbye.

“You know where to find me.” He smiled, letting you decide when to finally let go of his hands. 

Like always, saying goodbye was the worst part of the day, for both you and Sion. Being so close to you, yet so separated left a sour taste in Sion’s mouth. He so badly wished he could spend every moment with you, or even help around your family’s farm as well. He was more likely to get a pear to his face than even the slightest chance of your family accepting him. So, he cut his losses when he had to. He still felt grateful for what he had.

He had you. Sion was hopelessly in love with you, a feeling that you shared without hesitance. And that itself was enough for both of you. 

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Pairing : Barista! Yunho x fem! Reader Summary : Working as a barista at the cafe > Illusion < was one of the best decisions ever you wanted to believe. But that one customer made it really hard.. On top your co worker Yunho was attractive as no one else.. Word count : 7.2K Words Genre/Warning : Fluff, Angst, Comfort - Stalking (not Yunho), panic, protective Yunho, almost SA a/n : Read a few Barista AUs recently and got this idea like omg- Tho idk how well I wrote this, I feel like it's one of my not so well writte storys sadly..

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The moment you joined Illusion as a barista you were happy for this decision. Mr Kim, he told you to call him Hongjoong on your first day at work, was an amazing boss. Seonghwa, as his manager, was a great help, too; whenever you had problems, you could go to one of them. Your coworkers were super sweet, too; Jongho and Yeosang were in charge of the kitchen in the back for pastries and other small snacks. While San, Mingi, Wooyoung, Yunho, and you worked in the front, Mingi and Wooyoung only being servers, while the other three of you worked as both baristas and servers.

Even the customers were nice most of the time, and even if someone ended up being rude to you, one of the boys stepped in to protect you and calmly explained to the customer to kindly not talk to staff like that. And most of the time, it was Yunho standing beside or in front of you, a big, warm hand on your shoulder or the small of your back.

Though this whole ordeal started when a new customer entered the cafe, maybe around his late thirties, he was definitely older than you. His appearance was unruly and a bit chaotic, but nothing too bad; you had seen worse. Always ordering the same drink and muffin, sitting in the far right back of the cafe in the same booth every time. At first, it seemed normal; you often had regulars like this, coming every day, ordering the same, and sitting in the same spot, for many, a kind of daily ritual. But it started to get weird when San told you that man only ever comes when you're on shift; when it was San with someone else alone, he never visited, this should've alarmed you, but you shock it off as simply coincidence.

"Good morning!" Wooyoungs voice booms from behind the counter as you enter through the cafe's front door. Greeting him back with a smile, you move to the back, opening your locker to put your bag away and get your apron. It's a cute simple one in your favorite color with a few pins and buttons. Hongjoong gave everyone freedom with how to decorate their aprons to make them extra individual. Yunho walks by while you put your apron on, opening his locker beside you. "Morning Yunho!" Smiling at him brightly before closing your locker as he greets you back before making your way to the front, joining Wooyoung.

It was a Saturday, that's why three of you were working at the front, San joining later in the evening when rush hour started. Seonghwa helping out in the kitchen for the day because Jongho called in sick.

The day was going smoothly so far; Wooyoung serving most of the tables while you and Yunho worked on preparing orders and doing the To-Gos.

A shrill ring of the bell could be heard, heavy footsteps came to a halt at the register. Setting on your customer smile, you greet the known man before you. Smile straining just a slight bit upon seeing the man's appearance in front of you. The last time he visited wasn't great, you had declined nicely to him asking for your number, having San step in between the two of you, explaining that your no was final, while Yunho took you to the back to calm down, as the man had become a tad bit louder.

"Good day, sir! What can I get for you today?" You could already feel Yunhos eyes on you from the side, as he was preparing a customer's coffee right now. "I'd like the usual, please. Also, excuse my behavior last time.." His eyes looked shameful, but something in you told you that, deep down, he wasn't. Telling the man you'd get right to it, he sat down in his usual spot, Wooyoung already eyeing him from the table he was currently serving before coming up to you. "You okay? He wasn't weird again right?" Smiling at Wooyoungs worries, you tell him you are fine and that he doesn't have to worry his pretty head about it. Of course, you knew the two men were still worried but decided not to say anything about it.

Silently preparing the man's order, noticing you were short on strawberry shortcakes, noting it down in your brain to tell Yeosang. Placing everything on the tray, you call over to Wooyoung to bring the order to the table, as you luckily had a new customer to take care of, not having to deal with the man again right now. It creeped you out, to say the least, how he always knew which shifts you worked and which not. "Hey, if you need a moment, go take a break; I got this under control." Yunho whispered softly in your ear, you didn't even notice how he had come up behind you in the first place. "Maybe you're right; I'll just quickly get water and then be back!" A small blush rises on your cheeks as you excuse yourself to the back, entering the kitchen.

Looking at Yeosang with a soft smile, before Seonghwa greeted you, his face full of flour. "Everything all right?" Seonghwa always seemed so worried for everyone, it was really charming. "Yeah, just that weird customer is back, and I just needed a second; Yunho said it's alright." Grabbing a glass now, you pour some tap water into it before taking a big gulp. "Did he say something weird again? Did he get louder again?" Seonghwa immediately cleaned his hands on a towel before approaching you, softly wiping a loose strand of hair behind your ear, he really was like a big brother to everyone. "No, he actually apologized, but it still creeps me out how he's always only here on my shifts, but maybe I'm just being too nervous.." Seonghwa softly nodded, understanding your concerns, telling you to immediately come to him or Hongjoong when something like last time happens again.

After taking a second to gather yourself, you put the glass away before joining Yunho at the front again, noticing the man gone. "He just left. He asked for you to ring him up, but I told him you were on break. Seriously, what's with this guy." Wooyoung explained to you while leaning on the counter, you were glad he was gone before you came back. The rest of the day, luckily, went smoothly till closing hours; everyone cleaned the cafe before exiting through the backdoor. "I'll walk with you a bit, I need some things from the convenience store." Yunho nodded in the direction of your apartment, making you nod, waving goodbye to the others.

The walk was rather quiet; it was past 11 pm right now, deciding to also go with Yunho to grab a quick snack, sitting down at one of the tables. "Any plans for tomorrow?" Yunho was munching on his onigiri right now as he looked over at you, shaking your head softly. "Not really, probably just gonna watch my show and chill." Taking a piece of your gimbap into your mouth now. "I see; San mentioned wanting to hang out again with everyone; maybe we can do that next week." Yunho mumbles, crumbling the paper from his Onigiri together before throwing it away, something outside the window catching his eye. "Sure, I missed those team days!" Smiling at Yunho now, your smile slowly faltered when you noticed he wasn't listening and rather focused on something outside, but it was so dark already that you could barely see anything. "Yunho? You okay?" Shaking his shoulder softly, he finally looks over at you, the usual soft look on his face gone replaced by something harder. "Yeah, let's go; I'll bring you home; I have a weird feeling." Standing up confused now at why he changed so quickly and what he saw outside.

Yet you still followed Yunho outside, who grabbed your hand in his and pulled you along now, looking behind him from time to time. His behavior was slowly making you anxious, looking around now and back at Yunho again. "Yunho, I'm a bit scared. What's happening?" Looking at the man beside you worried and anxious, he gives you a soft smile. "Don't worry Tiny, I'm with you; I just got a weird feeling, is all." His hand softly stroked your hair before entering your apartment complex and leading you to your apartment.

"So uhm.. thanks for bringing me home Yuyu.." Your hands were fidgeting with the keys in your pocket now, pulling them out and turning to open your door. "So see you-" Before you could finish your sentence as you opened your door, Yunho pushed you inside and closed the door again. "Yunho?" By now, your body was trembling; he was acting so strangely that it for real scared you. "Let me stay the night; we got followed by some person all the way here; I'm worried they'll approach once I leave. Hey, it's alright. I'm here." Yunho slowly approaches your trembling figure, pulling you into a soft hug as your legs give out now from the anxiety and Yunho softly guides you to the floor, sitting down with you.

Your body pressed flush against Yunhos, and as your hands gripped the back of his hoodie tightly, you were scared to the core. What does he mean followed till here? Who followed you? Who was that crazy? Tears were slowly obstructing your vision as a violent sob left your lips, Yunhos's right arm coming around your waist and his left hand softly patting and stroking your hair. He was trying his best to calm you down at this moment; he imagined how scared you must be, and he was, too. Scared of the thought, what could have happened if he didn't notice and let you go alone, if you didn't tag along to the convenience store in the first place, all those possibilities swarming his head, making his grip on you tighten.

"Let's get you to bed mh? It'll be fine; I'm here; no one can harm you." Guiding you to stand up from the floor again, Yunho lets you lead him to your bedroom. Turning his back to you so you can get changed before putting the blanket over you after you lay down. "I'll stay in the living room; if something goes wrong, come or call me." Just as he was about to turn away, you softly reached over to grab his hand, shaking your head. "Please stay here.. I don't want to be alone." Looking at Yunho with pleading eyes, he nods, taking a seat on the floor beside your bed, leaning his back against it, his hand now resting in yours as his head softly rests on the edge of your bed. "Thank you.." Looking at him softly, before closing your eyes and falling into a quick sleep feeling safe with Yunho here.

After making sure you were asleep, he quietly gets up, leaves the room, and, taking your keys, approaches the door of your apartment. Exiting through the door, he locks the door from outside before checking the corridor and both ends of it, including taking a look into the staircase and elevators. Yunho was so sure he saw someone following you two, maybe it was just his mind playing a trick. Going back to your apartment now, he locks the door from the inside again before joining you in the bedroom again, taking his previous spot again, his hand finding yours as he watches you calmly sleep, before falling asleep himself.

"Yuyu.." Softly shaking his shouldet now as his eyes slowly open, taking a look around before rubbing his eyes. "Morning.." He grumbles in his deep sleepdriven voice; it sounded rather cute, with his disheveled hair on just the side he used to lay his head on your bed. Sitting up now, your eyes move to your window, the sun shining through the curtains, you were glad the night went on without problems and that Yunho had stayed with you. "Do you want breakfast? I can make us something as a thank you for staying with me!" Jumping out of your bed now, you open the soft white curtains, letting the sun in fully, making Yunho groan and hide his face in the blanket. "Sorry, Yuyu, I'll get ready real quick, and then I'll make pancakes." Smoothing down his hair softly before rushing to your bathroom, getting dressed in something fresh, and freshening yourself up a little bit, soon joining Yunho in the kit, Chen, who was trying to make a coffee but failing. "Sit down, I'll make you one." Pushing him to the two high chairs now that were against your kitchen aisle, as you get worked on a coffee for him and the pancake batter.

"Do you think it was someone dangerous..?" Your soft voice speaks up, preparing the coffee for him, with some sugar and milk just how he likes it, before handing it to him. "I hope not, but I don't know; I also thought maybe it was my imagination,n, but.. it felt too real." Wanting to be honest with you, Yunho tells you his thoughts as you go back to making the pancakes. Maybe some friends tried to prank you? But that would be a fucked up prank, honestly. A stalker? Who would stalk you, though? "Hey, tiny, don't get too much in your head about it, I'm pretty sure it's safe; maybe I was just imagining things." Yunho tries to calm you, making you nod as you place two plates on the counter. "Thank you again for staying, really." Assuring you that it was fine, you two got to eat your breakfast, before bidding your goodbye to Yunho and getting started with your day.

Doing your household chores, the day goes by rather quickly; watching some shows and listening to some music while cleaning, you're glad the day goes by smoothly without any problems. Until in the evening when you just got ready for bed. Hearing the doorbell, your heart starts beating louder, you weren't expecting anyone at this hour. Walking over to the door slowly, you open it just a split, seeing no one; your eyes fall to the floor where a teddy bear and roses lay, a note attached to it. This scared you to no end, so you ended up slamming the door shut again and locking it quickly before scrambling to get your phone, trying to call Yunho, but it went straight to voicemail.

"Okay don't panic.. Mingi.." Calling Mingi next, he and Yunho were roommates, so maybe he could help you. "Hey! Wassup?!" Mingis's booming voice answered you, hearing Yunho and Wooyoung fight in the background over some video game, probably. "Mingi.. Can you please quickly give me Yunho..?" Hearing the anxiety in your voice, Mingi quickly hands Yunho the phone with some hushed whispers. "Sweetheart? You okay?" Listening to Yunhos concerned voice you finally broke down, sobbing yet again. "S-Someone put stuff in front of my door and.. I'm so scared; I'm too scared to read the note. Yunho, please get me out of here.." Crying to the man on the phone now, you can already hear him get up to put his shoes and coat on, and the jiggle of keys could also be heard. "Tiny, stay on the phone with Mingi till I'm there, okay? Be there soon." Handing the phone back to Mingi, Yunho leaves the apartment for his car to get you.

As promised, he arrived quickly, ignoring the creepy gifts for now as he hugged you softly before rushing you to pack some stuff for some night. Meanwhile, he put on some gloves and read the creepy letter, shivering from how strangely it was written, without thinking he threw everything into the garbage before leading you to his car. "I threw the stuff away; better be safe than sorry; seriously, this is getting too much; if this continues, we'll call the police." Yunho was furious; who in their right mind would think this was the way to voe a woman? That's sick, Yunho thought as he drove you back to his and Mingi's apartment. Wooyoung immediately rushed over to hug you tightly and ask if you were fine or hurt.

Beside being exhausted you tell Wooyoung you're fine as Yunho leads you to his room. "I'll sleep in the living room; we're still playing some games; get ready and join us if you want." Patting your head softly, he leaves you alone to settle down and have some quiet moments for yourself.

You were just so thankful for Yunho and the others right now. Sitting down on the soft bed now, you take a look around; his room was rather tidy and bright, fitting for his personality, A lot of frames were hung up on the wall, many of him and Mingi, someone with the whole Illusion staff and then your eyes stop at a certain picture. Standing up to look at it better, you can't help but smile; it was a picture taken at the last Illusion anniversary; Yunho was hugging you from behind, both of you smiling brightly into the camera as Wooyoung shows a little piece sign in the back. Seonghwa took that picture, saying it shows how well everyone works together here.

Looking around a bit more, Yunho had a few tall bookshelves with books, movies, and a lot of video games, his desk space being mostly occupied by his gaming setup; noticing the little figure you gifted him for his birthday; how cute that he set it up there. His room had a big window front, fairy lights hanging all around the window, and his ceiling. On his bed, a few plushies reside, one you remember San gifting him the last time you guys went out to the arcade, saying he had too many and Yunho had to adopt this one now. That's also how he got the other two resting on his bed.

Deciding you looked around enough, you switch into some comfortable sleepwear again; your eyes fall onto Yunhos hoodie draped over his chair; he wouldn't mind, right? Without a second thought, you pulled the hoodie over your frame before joining the boys in the living room; San also joined now. "Hey tin..y.." Yunho started, his voice trailing off when he saw you in his hoodie, making Wooyoung laugh as he won in Mario Kart and making Mingi scream at Yunho because he had now lost a bet to San. "Hope you don't mind, I was a bit cold." Sitting down beside Yunho now, he shakes his head, trying to take his eyes off of you now; he barely could with how cute you looked.

The evening went by quickly; Wooyoung and San bid their goodbye as you retreated back to Yunhos' room after he got changed to sleep. He turned on the fairy lights for you so it wouldn't be too dark; settling down in the big bed now, you grab the plush cat San made him adopt, cuddling close to it. Enveloped by Yunhos you fall asleep feeling safe and sound.

So that your stay at Yunhos and Mingis place started, you decided to make breakfast every day for the three of you as a thank you for letting you stay there. Working on some eggs and bacon, just like some fried rice. "Woah that smells so good, better than Yunhos cooking!" Getting hit on the arm, Mingi sits down at the table, sulking, whining about why Yunho had hit him. "But he's right, smells good, thank you tiny." Yunho patd your head before helping set the table and preparing some hot chocolate. "What shift are you working today?" Mingis's voice asks, slurping happily on his hot chocolate before diving into his homemade meal. "Afternoon shift, San will do the evening after me." Nodding, Mingi lets out a sigh because he got the evening shift, sulking because he won't work alongside you today. "And I'm off work today, so I'll cook dinner," Yunho announces, making you look forward to trying Yunhos cooking.

Getting ready, you leave the house by noon, walk to the cafe, and greet Wooyoung, who will be working the afternoon shift together with you; putting your apron on; you quickly get to preparing orders and cleaning the cafe tables and dishes. "So you're staying with Yunho and Mingi currently?" Wooyoung looks over to where he is currently cleaning some glasses. "Yeah, after what happened the other day, Yunho insisted I stay at their place for a certain while, which honestly, I'm thankful for; I'm a bit scared at home right now.." Wooyoung nods, totally understanding that you're not feeling safe at home as of right now. "I hope it calms down again, whoever that was, us seriously sick in the head." Complaining Wooyoung takes the orders you prepared and brings them to the correct table.

He was right, whoever that was is entirely sick in the head. Who thinks it's a good idea to follow someone home and then place creepy gifts on their doorstep? Shaking your head, you were just glad Yunho was there for you and still is, same for the other boys. Luckily, your thoughts are silenced when a new customer enters, taking the order and serving them with a smile.

"See you tonight!" Mingi shouts from the back as you leave the cafe after your shift together with Wooyoung; he soon stops at the bus stop, though, his and Sans's dorm is a bit further away than yours or Yunho and Mingis. Knocking you wait for Yunho to open the door, greeting you with a smile, the smell of delicious food hitting your senses. "Woah, it smells amazing, Yunho!" Take off your shoes before following the giant into the kitchen, a soft blush evident on his cheeks. "It's nothing special! Just some meat, rice, vegetables!" Shaking your head, you tell Yunho how delicious the food smells and looks. Excusing yourself quickly to get changed, slipping on some shorts and one of Yunhos hoodies, before joining him on the couch, two plates waiting to be devoured.

"How was the shift today?" Handing you a plate, Yunho puts on one of the many Spiderman movies, taking his own plate before settling comfortably onto the couch beside you. "If you're asking if that guy showed up again, no, he didn't; he hasn't been for a few days now, and honestly, I'm glad." After that, the two of you ate in silence; you quickly washed the dishes before settling down beside Yunho again.

"Thank you for everything, by the way. I don't know what I would do without you or the guys.." Leaning your back against Yunhos side now, he wraps his arm around you softly so you're more leaning on his chest, smiling down at you. "No need to thank me, tiny; it's the least we should do." His hand finds yours nervously fidgeting, holding it while returning his gaze back to the movie. As soon as Mingi got home they decided to play some games before everyone went to bed.

"I'm serious Mingi, my back hurts like shit. We need a guest room at this point." Yunhos gruff morning voice could be heard complaining from the kitchen; looking around the corner, Mingi was trying to massage his back but apparently failing when Yunho winced in pain. "Let me, I've used to massage my mom and siblings." Moving behind Yunho, your hands find his back, starting to massage at the knots in his back, carefully massaging your fingers into his back. "Oh, she's doing better than you, Mingi." Yunho groans in pleasure from the knots being worked away. "We can switch if you want, I can take the couch." Shaking his head, Yunho turns around, leaning against the kitchen counter while looking down at you. "You're our guest; no way will you sleep on the couch, sweets." Blushing slightly at the nickname, you ponder for a second before looking up at Yunho. "We can just share then; the bed is big enough to fit both of us."

Yunhos eyes grow wider, and Mingis grow the biggest as he stares at his best friend from behind you. "I-I mean.. I don't know, if you insist and if you're comfortable with that?" Nodding as an answer, you turn to make yourself some breakfast the sleep situation change being decided. After leaving for the living room to watch the new episode of your anime, Mingi clutches Yunhos's shoulder. "Bro, this is your chance! You've been crushing on her since she joined the team..!" Mingi whispers and yells at his friend, Yunho, a deep red now, shaking his head and pushing Mingis hand away. "She's not in the right mind right now; she's being stalked; I can't take advantage of that right now." Moving into his room quickly to get ready while you're in the living room. Rolling his eyes, Mingi turns to his now burned eggs, letting out an annoyed sigh.

Leaving the house together with Yunho for a shift, it's nice to not be alone and have someone to tag along, normally you're all alone at home and on your way to the cafe.

"Hello, you two! Let's hope for a calm shift!" Seonghwa shouts from the back, waving quickly at you before going back to helping Jongho. You and Yunho were alone at the front today, and San and Mingi are coming later for the next shift.

Serving customers and helping Yunho out when he got too many orders by bringing them to the tables, until a group of young girls came in, barely eighteen maybe. Lining themself up while watching Yunho giggling and blushing, rolling your eyes, you look over to Yunho, who is oblivious to the girls gawking at him. "Next please!" Yunho calls to the girls, them shoving each other and one girl to the front. She was cute, with long hair, big eyes,, and pouty lips. "Uhm hey.. we'd like four strawberry frappes, please.." Getting shy, she averts her eyes when Yunho sends her his customer smile, noting everything down and asking them to take a seat.

"Someone's got a crush on you." You mumble to Yunho, making him look at you confused; oh, he was so obvious. "Who do you mean?" Raising an eyebrow at him, you motion over to the table of girls before getting started on their drinks. Stupid strawberry frappes, who drinks that?

Till you let out a shriek from two arms hugging you around your waist and pulling you against himself. Catching the attention of a lot of customers, the old ladies who frequent every day coming at you and Yunho; they had been rooting for you and any of the boys since you joined the team; the young girls were glaring at you now, though. "Tiny.. are you jealous? You know you're my favorite right? I mean.. you're the one sleeping in my bed, no one else." The last part was whispered, blushing a crimson red now as he nuzzles his face against your neck, thumb rubbing softly over your waist.

"I-I can't work like this Yunho.." He lets out a deep chuckle before letting you go to finish the frappes, preparing the coffee for someone else. Taking a deep breath, you bring over the frappes to the girls. "Here are your four frappes, can I get you anything else?" Three of the girls are looking at you from top to bottom; the girl who ordered was rather quiet and fidgeting. "Are you his girlfriend?" One of the ones glaring at you asked; she had a high ponytail, whispy bangs,, and some heavy makeup, pointing to Yunho. "Oh.. I don't think that's any of your concern." A scoff could be heard from the girl beside her: short curly hair, soft makeup, but deep berry lips. "So you're not? Then you can get us his number right? Our friend has been eyeing him for ages, she is deeply in love." Those girls were starting to annoy you; on top, you could feel another set of eyes on you from behind the counter, probably having fun watching you slowly lose your temper. "You know, no, I can't, because one, how is someone in love with a guy you barely know? Two he is my boyfriend. So no I cannot get you his number." Slamming the bill onto the table, you turn around and walk back behind the counter.

"You're basically steaming from your ears; what did they say, mh?" Yunho leans over your shoulder, annoying you even more. "Not right now Yunho." Chuckling, his hands find your waist again, pulling you to his chest. His head coming to rest on your shoulder, he for sure was putting up a show for those girls right now. "Darling.. Don't be mean to me.. Aren't I your boyfriend?" So he heard what you said?! Oh god, that must mean the whole cafe heard; how embarrassing. "Yuyu.. please stop.." Hiding your face behind your hands now, your whole face and ears felt hot. Soft lips press against your hand, before pulling one of them down to press a kiss to your hot cheek.

"Stop flirting and get back to work Yunho!" Hongjoong scolds, making the man jump away from you before telling his boss, 'Aye aye, captain.'

After that, the walk home was quiet, your thoughts still stuck on those two little moments you shared with Yunho today. "You can shower first; I'll do something for us." Pushing you softly into the direction of the bathroom, quickly following his words to be alone a bit with your thoughts, leaning against the bathroom door now, your heart beating loudly in your chest. What just happened? Shaking your head, you step under the shower to be engulfed in the warmth of the water.

Stepping out of the bathroom, the smell of food hits your nose, following it into the kitchen. "Smells good Yuyu.." Looking into the pan beside him, he smiles at you. "Just something simple, some tteokbokki and kimchi fried rice." Nodding, you start to set the table, putting a plate down for Mingi too, so he can heat it up later after his shift. Sitting down with Yunho now, you eat in silence for a bit before he starts talking about this new Spiderman game that recently came out. The conversation feels light again,, and you're finally calming down. "I'll clean up, go lay down I'll quickly take a shower and join you then." That makes you sit just a second longer, you totally forgot how you had agreed to share a bed for the time being.

Entering the room, you take in the big windows and fairy lights before looking at the bed. You should've taken the couch instead of this idea. Still, you lay down, grabbing the cat plushie again, laying your head on the pillow; maybe if you're lucky enough, you'll be asleep before Yunho joins you. And in that exact moment, Yunho walks in.

Shirtless, hair wet. What the fuck?

Looking over your shoulder, before quickly turning around again and you could hear that deep chuckle again. "Mind helping me dry my hair?" Grabbing the hairdryer, he sits down on the floor of the side you're facing. "S-Sure.." Sitting up, your legs on both sides of Yunhos large frame, you softly pat his hair dry with the towel before grabbing a brush and carefully brushing through his hair. The hairdryer was warm on your hand which is running through Yunhos long locks. He had dyed them recently from his natural chocolate brown to a darker brown with red streaks, which suited him and made him just more attractive.

"The new hair suits you.." Gliding your fingers against the red streaks, drying them the whole time. His head moves back now till it's resting against your stomach, looking up at you. "Really? You think so?" His eyes held little sparkles in them, happy that you complimented his hair, you continued drying his hair before turning the dryer off. "Finished!" Looking down, Yunho was still staring at you as if you hung up the stars in the starry night. "You're so cute.. stop.." Giggling your thumb rubs slowly over his cheek, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. "Let's sleep, I'm tired from the shift."

Shifting your legs onto the bed, you pull the blanket over yourself and wait for Yunho to lay down beside you. For now, he was resting on his back while you were on your side facing away from him, not noticing the fleeting glances he sent your way. "Can I ask you for a favor?" Turning your head to him, you wait for him to continue. "Can we cuddle?" His face was turned away slightly, a blush spreading on his cheeks. "S-Sure.." Turning your head back again, you wait for Yunho to come closer, feeling his arm snake around your waist, pulling you against him, your head moving from the pillow to rest on his biceps. "Sleep well tiny.." Nuzzling his face into your hair now, you wonder how you were going to sleep like this for the next few days.

So with that, your days calmed down again, working happily with everyone at the cafe while cuddling and growing closer to Yunho each day.

"Oh? You're working late too today?" Sans's voice sounds from behind the counter, looking at you; Yunho and Wooyoung stick their heads through the door from the back to see who San is talking to. "Yeah, Seonghwa asked me to jump in for Mingi since he's sick." Looking over to Yunho now, asking how Mingi is doing. Apparently, he had caught the flu. Getting right on to the customers, San is rather glad to have another hand right now helping with the beverages, since Yunho has to help more at serving them.

"Did the situation calm down again at your place? Yunho mentioned something." San looked at you concerned after handing out the last coffee right now, the cafe having calmed down from rush hour. "Yeah, it was creepy as fuck; I don't know who it was, maybe it was just some stupid prank, but it freaked me out; who in their right mind would think this is funny.." Complaining to San now, the eyes of a certain customer in the back of the cafe darken upon eavesdropping in on your conversation. "Yeah, it was creepy, especially that letter, I'm glad I threw it all away when I arrived; who knows what kind of sick stuff is hidden in that teddy." Yunho joins the conversation, wrapping his arm softly around your shoulder and pulling you closer to him. One thing this whole ordeal did well was it helped you get closer to Yunho.

After staying with them for three days, Yunho complained about back pain from the couch, insisting they should invest in a guest bed; that's when you offered for him to just share the bed with you. It was a king-sized bed, so honestly, there was enough space for the both of you. Two more days later, you and Yunho ended up cuddling every night, growing closer, and soon after that, you started being more touchy outside of his room. Everyone could notice the shift in your relationship, but especially Mingi was rooting for his best friend and you to get together.

"Yeah, I'm glad you were there for me, who knows what else could've happened.." Leaning your head against his shoulder now, his arm wanders from around your shoulder to your waist. "Yeah, but it stopped, and you're safe with us around." Yunho smiles softly at you, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head, before turning to the door because a new customer entered, the blush on your cheeks a deep red now.

The day continues with serving a lot of customers and closing the cafe before enjoying a nice meal together with everyone at a restaurant.

"It's your first anniversary with us soon; how quickly the time passes," Hongjoong speaks up, looking over at you with a smile. He was right; you've almost been working for him for a whole year now; it's crazy how time flies and how close you got in this short time with everyone. "Maybe we could all go out for a nice day on your anniversary, maybe the amusement park or an escape room," Seonghwa suggests now, ears peaking up at the mention of the escape room, and Wooyoung and San shake their head immediately, remembering the last horror escape room everyone went to upon Jonghos request. "The amusement park sounds nice if I'm being honest!" Agreeing, everyone decides to visit the close amusement park on your first anniversary.

"Good night! See you tomorrow!" Bidding your goodbye to everyone, you get your phone out to scroll through it a bit on the walk home, yawning tiredly, the shift and then the dinner made you tired. Luckily, you didn't put in your earphones. Otherwise, you wouldn't have heard the footsteps following you; looking behind you for a second, you could make out a figure following you in the dark, turning around again quickly. You quicken your footsteps and hear your followers doing so too. Heart running a mile per hour, you dash into the elevator of your apartment and up to your floor, quickly punching in the corner of your door and slamming it shut before locking it. Staring at the door with heavy breaths, you had to clutch a hand over your mouth when loud knocking sounded from against your door.

Scrambling to grab your phone, you move into your bedroom, locking the door as your shaky hands scroll to find Yunhos name, quickly calling him. "Hey tiny, got home safely?" His voice was soft and calm; in the background,, you could hear Mingi coughing from his flu. "Yuyu.. Someone followed me again.. they're at my door and knocked." Silence, before you heard Yunho shouting to Mingi to get his tea himself, moving to get dressed. "Stay on the phone, I'm on my way.. If I get that asshole I'll punch him." Listening to Yunho leave his apartment and get into his car, you clutch your phone against your ear, trying to breathe quietly. "Yunho.. I'm scared.." Choking on your own words, your hands and whole body were trembling. Waiting for Yunho to get here. "I know tiny, almost there." You knew he was speeding; he was probably going to get a ticket for this, but he didn't care.

"I'm there coming upstairs now." Instead of taking the elevator, he took the stairs up to the eighth floor of your apartment. Looking around now, he doesn't see anyone around. "They're gone, tiny; open the door; I'm here." Taking deep breaths, you open the door, moving to the front door; you know Yunho is there in front of it. Still, you take a second before opening the door. Your phone slips from your hand as you see Yunho in front of you, throwing yourself into his arms and sinking to the floor together. Tears are streaming down your face now, and your body is shaking from the shock and anxiety.

"Shh.. I'm here, sweetheart; it's okay.." His arms wrap around you, fully sobbing in his arms now; this was getting too much; this couldn't continue on like this. Picking you up into his arms, he carries you into the apartment, closing the door with his foot before making his way to your bedroom, sitting down with you in his lap on your bed. "You're safe, it will be okay." Running his hand through your hair, pressing your body close to his, rocking you with him to calm you down. "They're gone, they can't hurt you." Grabbing his phone, he sends Hongjoong a quick message that both of you want to be able to come to work the next day. "Lovely, calm down, breathe for me,, okay?" Pulling your face away from his neck to have you look into his eyes. "I'll stay with you; you're not alone; I'm here." Wiping away the tears, he grabs your hand to place it over his heart. "Feel my heart, listen to my breathing, follow it." Yunhos breathing finally steadied you, his heartbeat calming you down.

"Please stay.. don't leave me.." Your voice was weak when your whole body gave up and slumped against Yunhos big frame. Shaking his head, Yunho assured you he won't be leaving, that he will stay with you. Sitting you down, Yunho carefully helps you take off your shoes, moving to the pants and switching you into some sleeping pants, closing his eyes to take off your top before putting one on to sleep in. Shrugging his own coat and shoes off now, he lays down beside you, pulling you into his chest, holding you tightly against him. If this continued he would make sure you move out of here and in with him and Mingi, this couldn't continue like that.

In the safe embrace of Yunhos arms, your body finally gave up, falling into a deep slumber. While Yunho stayed awake for most of the night, watching over you, tracing figures onto your back and kissing your face.

The next day comes way too quickly, eyes blinking open as your eyes meet Yunhos. "Hey darling, how did you sleep?" Pushing some strands out of your face as you nod. "Okay.. thank you for being here.." His smile was soft and warm as he looked at you, his hand coming to rest on your cheek, eyes still red and puffy from crying so much. "I'm sorry all of this is happening.." He genuinely felt bad for you; he was scared and worried something worse might happen if he wasn't quick enough. "It's not your fault Yuyu.. I'm glad you're here." Leaning up a bit, Yunho watched you with a smile, his gaze moving to your lips for a second before moving to your eyes again, scolding himself for thinking of kissing you at such a moment.

Your own eyes moved to his plush lips, no thought before looking at him with desperation. "Yuyu.." Your soft and needy voice is all it took him to break, to lean down and look his rosy lips with yours, his hands sneaking up to your waist, holding you as if you're his greatest treasure.. which you are. His lips move slowly against yours; no rush, just passion, and love. It wasn't hot, it felt like a soft spring day. Just pure love. Pulling away, Yunho looks into your eyes, which gets you shy, giggling as you try to hide your face. "No, don't look away! I want more kisses! Tiny!" Shaking your head laughing now as he pulls your face closer to him again, planting kisses all over your face. "I know this may come weirdly quick but.. I really like you, you know?" His head rests on your shoulder as he looks up at you with eyes full of love. "I like you a lot too, Yuyu.. maybe even love.." Now it was his turn to get shy, until his phone started ringing loudly, making him groan and pick it up.

"Dude! Where the fuck are you? You didn't write me!!" Mingis's rough voice scolds his friend, coughing after raising his voice so much. "I'm at Tinys place; someone followed her again. Can you come over later to help us pack some stuff? I won't let her stay here any longer." Groaning because Mingi is still sick, he still agrees to come over. So you and Yunho quickly get to eat some breakfast, before starting packing, clothes and books, your hygiene articles, electronics and much more. Until the doorbell rings. "Probably Mingi! I'll get it!" Yunho hums as he sorts your books into a box.

Walking to the door, you open it, ready to greet the sick boy, but coming face to face with a bunch of roses. "Huh?" Your heart is beating loudly in your chest, making you nauseous as you meet the eyes of the middle-aged man who used to frequent the cafe. "Hello, lovely. I want to apologize for everything I did; I never meant to make you feel uncomfortable! I just wanted to show you how much I love you!" Taking a step in your direction now, you take a step back as he tries to enter your apartment. "W-What do you want?" Looking at him scared, he lets the roses sink down with his hand. "We're perfect for each other! I just need you to see that." Taking another step towards you, his hand reaching out to touch you before a fist collided with his jaw.

"So you're that sick fucker." Grabbing him by the collar, Yunho lands another punch to his face, before looking over his shoulder at you. "Call the police." Dragging the man outside now, he throws him against the wall of your front door, his foot coming in contact with his shoulder, pushing him hard against the wall. "Now you'll finally get what you fucking deserve." Yunho was seething, he was furious at this man and his audacity. "W-What?! Let me go!" Struggling, the man can't do anything against Yunhos strength. That was when Mingi arrived. "Hold him there till the police arrive; I don't know how long I can stay calm.." Mingi looks at him and then at the bloody nose of the man; calm, huh? Standing in front of the man now, Mingi watches him carefully.

"Tiny, hey! We got him! It's over!" You were standing where he left you, shocked and shaken. "Nothing can happen again; the police are on the way." Pulling you into his arms, Yunho was right. The police arrived very quickly, explaining the situation to them; they got the security camera footage before telling you guys they would get back in contact with you.

Yunho still insisted you join them again at their place, and that quickly got permanent; moving out of your old place and in with Yunho and Mingi, your relationship with him was blooming; the day you moved in fully, he asked you to be his girlfriend. Both of you getting ready for your first shift after all of this.

"Oh my god, you're back! How are you, sweetheart? Yunho move!" Seonghwa rushes over to you, pulling you into his warm embrace, before handing you off to Hongjoong, who pulls you into a tight embrace, apologizing for everything that has happened. "We missed you so much!" San and Wooyoung move over to you, pulling you into a tight hug, their faces disappearing into your neck. "I'm back.." You smile at them, before meeting Yunhos eyes. You were finally back safely with everyone, had an amazing boyfriend now, and didn't need to be scared anymore; everything was okay again, just like Yunho said.

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[2:12 pm]

(cw: parent!au, sassy kid)

Dad!Renjun loved his daughter. He loved her more than anything in the world. Okay, maybe as much as he loved you. Okayyy, maybe a little more, but could you blame him? She was the perfect mix of both of you. In all her looks and personality, she was half of each of you.

But… Renjun did find himself getting frustrated with how similar she was to him sometimes. Her eggs had to be cooked a certain way every morning. Her juice always had to be in the same cup and her milk always in a separate cup. Her strawberries always had to be cut into quarters and no longer the slices that she liked two months ago. It was hard to keep up with her!

When Renjun imagined having a daughter, a child in general, he never imagined that these would be the most difficult moments. Hearing his little girl complain about her eggs being too brown and give him the silent treatment for an hour felt immensely harder than the nights where she cried the whole night. Do you even know how many Barbies it took to bribe his daughter into talking to him again? Three. Three Barbies. And he was sure the next time he so much as cut a strawberry in uneven quarters, the price would go up to four Barbies.

Speaking of, when she’d begrudgingly asked Renjun to play Barbies with her 10 minutes ago, he didn’t think this was going to be hard. It had taken her the whole 10 minutes to find a Barbie she didn’t even like to be Renjun’s character for the day.

Renjun bounced the doll around, talking in a high pitched voice, “Hi! My name is Jane! How are you? I’m a princess!”

“Appa, she’s not a princess. She’s a mom.” His daughter told him bluntly.

“But baby, she’s in a princess dress. Can’t she be a princess and a mom?” Renjun asked.

She sighed, setting her doll down and interlacing her fingers. She turned to Renjun looking every bit the unamused boss she was emanating. Why did it make him feel a little nervous? “Appa, your Barbie is a mom. She doesn’t talk like that, she wears the dress because it’s long and she only has one leg and she’s sad about it—”

“Well, why does she only have one leg?”

“Because! Appa. It broke off and that’s why I don’t play with her. I told you to fix it and you never did!” She exclaims with a roll of her eyes, “she’s a mom and her husband is at war and he doesn’t love her anymore. And her kids don’t like her either.”

Away at war? Where was she learning these things? “Wow… okay. Why don’t her kids like her?” Renjun asked again.

“Because she’s a bad mom.” The girl answered simply, “can you play the right way now?”

“Who is your character?”

“My character is a businesswoman and she has a powerful company and all her workers love her and she has seven puppies and she lives in a mansion and she has a pool and she has an elevator in her house and her house has three stories! And her name is Jill!” His daughter explained excitedly, eyes sparkling while she stared at the Barbie Dream House that had taken him three and a half hours to build on Christmas Eve.

So Renjun played Barbies as well as he could. It seemed his daughter really liked being the boss. Being bossy more like… Every time ‘Jane’ went into the wrong room ‘Jill’ was there to tell her how dirty her dress was and remind her how her kids hated her. “And Jane, didn’t one of your kids throw up because she ate your burnt pancakes? How do you even keep your husband? Oh wait! You don’t!” His daughter laughed, shaking her Barbie around.

You came into the living room, eyes trained on the scene in front of you. You narrowed your eyes at your daughter, “what did I tell you about making the Barbies play like my dramas?”

His daughter pouted, “to not to…”

“And were you nice with Appa or mean?”

His daughter’s eyes found his, squinting threateningly. As threatening as a 5 year old could look. “I was playing nice!” His daughter lied.

“Yeah right, missy. Say sorry to Appa and come get your snacks,” you instructed with your arms crossed.

His daughter stood and turned to him with her lips jutted out sadly, “Appa, I’m sorry I made your Barbie ugly and sad and made everyone hate her. And she didn’t have a job and she was missing a leg and she’s the ugliest one I have.”

“And what else?” You goad her with a pointed look.

“And thank you for playing with me and I love you!” The girl finishes with a smile. A smile with a gap that he had helped handle just a couple days ago. A smile he loved. Even if it was a little menacing…

Renjun feels his heart melts as he tugs her into his arms, “you’re very welcome, my love.”

She presses a soft peck to his cheek, stopping to whisper in his ear, “even though you’re not very good at it.”

Was… his daughter his bully? God, he owed his members so many apologies because this attitude was all him.

[penkura]

Plz do a Husband corazon + child Law for mother's day 💐💛

Y E S omg I love Corazon, he'd be such a great husband and father. 🥺 On par or even better than Sanji imo.

I hope you don't mind that Corazon and the Reader have a biological daughter as well, I just thought it would be cute!! I also made this a modern AU one, because damn it, Corazon deserved to be happy. :'(

(Note: This is out of order from all requests simply due to the theme. I have made progress on the others!)

Corazon would have a whole plan, partly put together by thirteen-year-old Law and your toddler, Evangeline. Your daughter would draw you a card, while Corazon and Law focused on making you breakfast and of course, it would go all kinds of wrong.

You wake up to hushed shouting between your husband and adoptive son, Law telling Corazon he's going to burn the bacon and to stop smoking while he cooks. Your husband retorts that it's fine, nothing bad is going to happen. He's not going to set anything on fire, unlike at Christmas. For a few minutes you lay there on your phone, listening to your family down the hall. Evangeline eventually comes into your bedroom, pulling on your blanket and calling for you to pay attention to her.

“Mommy, mommy!”

You roll over and lift her up into your bed, giving her a tight hug while she laughs and returns it. What a joy she is, that last nearly three years have been a blessing with her and Law around, you wouldn’t change it for the world. Yes, some people have given your small family odd looks—what are two twenty-six-year-olds doing with a toddler and a teenager?—but you’ve learned to tune them out and ignore them. It didn’t matter what others thought, they could assume you’d had a teen pregnancy all they wanted. It wasn’t the truth, but some wouldn’t even listen or believe you. After all, you’d tried to explain it to your coworkers when you and Corazon adopted Law just before Evangeline was born, but even those close to you didn’t understand it.

“What’ve you got there, Evie?”

“Your gift!” She beams at you and holds the card she’d made out, the biggest grin on her little face. Just as planned, it’s a card she scribbled together, you can recognize your husband’s handwriting to make the words legible, but it’s still adorable that she tried so hard to make you something. There’s a cute little drawing of your family in the card, making you smile and hug her again,

“Thank you, Evie! I—” you’re stopped by the smell of smoke before the smoke detector goes off and kick off your blanket, running down the hall with your daughter in your arms and hearing Law yell that everything is fine, though you’re at the kitchen doorway before he finishes speaking. “What is happening?!”

Law turns to you and points at Corazon, who is waving a towel over the completely burnt bacon to try and get the smoke and smell out the window. “He burned breakfast again!”

“Not like you were helping, little shi—” Corazon stops himself when you send him a glare and cover Evangeline’s ears, shaking your head at him. After the one time she said ‘bastard’, you’d been very watchful of what words were said in your house, “Look, it’s fine! We can salvage it!”

“No, we can’t! It’s burnt black!”

Corazon ignores Law’s complaints for the moment, coming over to kiss your forehead and smile at Evangeline. “Did you give mommy her card?”

“I did!”

“That’s my girl!” Evangeline giggles while Corazon turns back to kiss you as a proper good morning. “Happy Mother’s Day.”

“Thank you, beloved.”

You’re briefly interrupted by a fancy bouquet of flowers being shoved between the two of you, Law looking away shyly as he holds them there for you, his own gift for you for the day that makes you almost cry and heart ache. He’d been with you as your son for the last three years, but this was the first time he’d given you anything on this day. You’ll never truly take the place of his mother, like Corazon won’t really take his father’s place and Evangeline his sister’s, but you’re glad for the smallest bit of progress that has him viewing you all as his family, and you hope for him to continuing viewing you all in that light, even as he grows up and out of your home one day.

“…Happy Mother’s Day.”

Crouching down enough to be eye level with him, you give Law a kiss on the forehead and a smile.

“Thank you so much, Law. I love them.”

[kolyubov]

Kiss me hard before you go ✮⋆˙

✧ pairing: College Student!Fyodor x Fem!Reader

✧ nonnie requested: Hiii! Your work is amazing. If you have the time I'd like to request a collage AU Fyodor x reader. Where Fyodor is like the typical "star student" who is popular but doesn't really care much for most people in the school. And then a new student comes around who has the potential to rival him in both popularity and studies, but instead he falls deeply inlove (like, he is whipped) after meeting her during one of his chess sessions with Dazai (reader and Dazai are friends). But reader kind of only takes Fyodor's advances as a technique to manipulate her and ignores them. If you want to do a one shot it could be, for example, about reader getting in trouble with a teacher, first time meeting, a party, confession, first kiss or everything in one. But headcanons/scenarios are also greatly appreciated. You can take away some parts if needed and I'm okey with nsfw, if you want to go there. And understand fully if this gets ooc, delusion is my favorite poison :)

✧ word count: 3.7k

✧ contents: nsfw, fingering (f!receiving), praise, teasing, Fyodor is ooc, slight public fingering, roughness (if you squint). If I missed any warnings please kindly let me know!

✧ author's note: nonnie, I love you so much for bringing all of these ideas, they’re all so so amazing. I twisted it a bit, taking away some things and adding others, but hope you like it either way<3

The class was highly boring. The teacher's explanation has long been ignored by almost everyone inside the small classroom— Some people were chatting silently in the back of the class, others even playing cards underneath the desk and others simply sleeping.

Well, it seems like either she has very bad sight or just decides to ignore lazy students since they probably won't listen even after she threatens to send them to the principal's office.

You, sitting almost in the front row, couldn't enjoy slacking off because she would most likely notice and find it disrespectful, which would eventually lead to getting in trouble.

But the sleepiness was starting to get you.

You were resting your face against your palm, eyelids heavy as you fought to stay awake.

Slowly, the teacher's voice seemed to grow distant.

Before you can gladly slip into the land of dreams, someone kicks your foot, making you flinch awake once more. Turning to your side, Dazai was chuckling.

“I don't want you getting in trouble y’know? You still have to come with me to my chess session after class.” He flashes you a mocking pout before returning his attention to the teacher— He wasn't listening either, after all, he had earbuds on.

Oh, right, you promised Dazai to go to his chess session because he "would feel lonely if his bestie is not there”. Actually, he probably just wanted to show off his abilities since he knew you lack of understanding in chess. At least that's what you thought.

Dazai told you he usually has this session with Dostoevsky, the top student with the best grades on campus. Nobody truly knows who of the two is the best, but no one can deny their big brains. You inevitably roll your eyes at the thought of two smarties having a deep conversation in front of you during their chess game.

The two of them were popular, though Fyodor doesn't seem to care about it. He doesn't want more friends than the two weirdos he's with, nor does he care about having a good relationship with other people on the campus— When someone asks him for help about a certain subject, he shoves them off by telling them “Go ask the teacher about it.”

Dazai on the other hand, it's much more social and gets along with almost everyone, but he has very few people whom he really trusts. You are one of them.

The bell rang, pulling you out of your thoughts. Everyone stood up as quickly as they could to leave this tedious class and get some fresh air. Sadly, you had to face yet another unamusing event.

You took a deep breath.

Maybe this wasn't too bad? You had to think positively. Maybe you could even learn something from these two nerds.

You stretched your arms up, relaxing your muscles and letting out a soft groan before standing up from your chair and putting your things back in your bag. Dazai did too, and after you two had gathered your things, you left the classroom.

You don't know Fyodor at all. Other than knowing he's fighting for the Top Student position with Dazai and that he has two friends— everything else about him is an enigma.

You can't deny you were at least a bit excited about seeing him perform his chess tactics. Despite your lack of knowledge about the game.

˖⁺‧₊˚ ♱ ˚₊‧⁺˖

After walking along with Dazai for a while, going upstairs to the last floor of the building, where there were empty classrooms reserved for club activities, you stand in front of the chess club door. The hallway was quite empty, and not a lot of people chose to participate in clubs these days— You knew these rooms were mostly for other activities that went from occultism to having sex. However the latter doesn't happen anymore since cameras were installed. You're thankful for that.

“Don't be scared of Fyodor. He won't bite as long as I'm here.” Dazai laughs softly as he opens the door of the room. His words only make you frown at him.

The room was quite spacious and there were a few other students playing chess too. There was a nice silence around. The only noise is the chess pieces being placed on the chessboard with each turn.

“You're late as always, Dazai.”

Your attention is drawn to Fyodor, who's sitting with his arms and legs crossed, one above the other; a stoic expression on his face.

He was wearing a black long-sleeved turtleneck shirt, his coat was hanging on the back of his chair, his hair was tucked behind his ear and you noticed that he had a silver necklace with a cross.

Your fingers twitch slightly and your heart beats a little faster.

Ah, he is prettier up close.

What? No.

You didn't realize that you were staring at him for so long until his dark purple eyes went to your face and he raised an eyebrow.

Fyodor eyed you up and down as if you were a piece of meat for him to enjoy. The way your body tenses under his gaze; hands sneaking behind your back, lips pressing together, eyes trying to look anywhere but his. All of it gives him the hint that you'll be a nice prey.

“Oh? You brought a guest I see.” Fyodor smiles at you briefly, kindly, before looking back at Dazai who was placing his bag on the floor and sitting in front of him. He was very calm though he was facing another smart man such as him.

“She's my lucky charm.” He gives you a wink and you roll your eyes, unamused. You sat in front of the small square table, arms crossed, ready to watch the development of this game.

“Shall we begin, then, Dazai?”

“Of course.” Dazai giggles, wasting no time grabbing a white piece and making his move. “Seems like I have the upper hand today.”

Fyodor smirks, his slim fingers moving so delicately as he takes his turn.

Both of them seemed very relaxed as they played. Discussing random topics, and speaking with difficult words made it a little hard for you to understand their conversation.

But the tension was slowly starting to build up— Each turn was beginning to take more than a couple of seconds. They were taking their time before making any movements, and the smiles on both of the men's faces were starting to disappear as they went silent.

You, on the other hand, were almost falling asleep like back in class. What was the point of watching them play if you didn't understand how the game goes? Plus, they were in complete silence, how was this supposed to help you learn more about their stupid smart brains?

Ah, might as well take a little nap then.

“Shit.”

Dazai groaned in annoyance as his phone suddenly vibrated, distracting him from the game. After seeing who was calling, he stood up from the chair and walked out of the room without even excusing himself.

Your eyes followed Dazai as he left the room, lips parted in confusion.

Great, now you were left alone with Dostoevsky— Well… almost. There were other people playing chess in the room too but they were minding their own business.

Fyodor sighs, looking down at the chessboard before looking at you and tilting his head to the side.

Of course, he was going to take advantage now that the two of you were alone. He was eyeing his little prey and hopefully, he could get a pretty reaction if he pushed the right buttons.

God, forgive him for being so greedy.

“Do you want to play?”

You look in his direction, blinking a few times in confusion.

Telling him that you don't know how to play was going to be embarrassing as hell. He was going to make fun of you, probably. But, you didn't know that he could read you like a book. So Fyodor already noticed that you didn't understand the rules of chess.

You press your lips together, avoiding his penetrating gaze that makes something inside you tingle.

“I'll teach you, just pay attention because I'm not going to repeat myself.”

You nod, giving him a shy smile before taking Dazai's seat while begging internally for him to come back. Was that call so damn important?

“Move Knight to e6.”

“Sorry— what?”

Fyodor raises an eyebrow, waiting for your move. Like he said, he won't be telling you the same thing twice.

Looking down at the chessboard, you try to identify who's the “Knight”— Which wasn't so difficult, but now you have to move it somewhere you don't know.

When your eyes move from the board to him, you can see he's smiling. Oh, god. You hope Fyodor doesn't notice the way your cheeks heat up under his gaze.

But he did.

As if reading your mind again. Fyodor stands up from his seat and walks behind you; One hand on the back of your chair and the other pointing at a square from the chessboard. Dark locks of hair tickle your cheeks, a faint scent of coffee emanating from him. Would his lips taste like coffee too?

You press your thighs together, lowering your head down a little as his chest grazes against your back slightly; you can't help but feel smaller against him.

“…Now, did you understand?”

His smooth voice rings against your ear; low as if he was telling you a secret. Hell. You could even feel his lips brushing against the helix of your ear.

“I—”

You're interrupted before you can speak.

“Well, seems like we need to continue this game for later, Dos—”

Dazai stops in front of you with his phone in hand. His eyes opened wide and his lips parted in surprise.

“You two are getting along I see.” He snorts, grabbing his bag from the floor. “I’m leaving though, have fun. See you tomorrow, Dostoyevsky.” And with that, Dazai walks out the door again.

You panic.

You can't be alone with Dostoyevsky again after knowing how nervous you get with him close; how you look at him with a dumb expression after he speaks because you're too focused on his pretty features.

Fuck. No, what are you thinking about? He's not that handsome.

Fyodor is a smart man, he's probably just teasing you with light touches to rail you up and make fun of you later for being so easy. There's no way you're going to let this man play with your mind as if it is his toy.

“Wait! Osamu!” You quickly leave the chair, grabbing your bag as well and leaving behind Dazai.

For a small second you turn around. Fyodor's eyes met with yours; he was smiling again. Your eyes widened and you swore you could read his lips saying “Goodbye, my dear.”

˖⁺‧₊˚ ♱ ˚₊‧⁺˖

It's been a few days since you last interacted with Fyodor. And, since that first and —hopefully— last encounter, you were trying to avoid him.

You don't want to fall deeper into him.

After Dazai saw you two being very close, he kept messing with you about it.

“You two would make a great combination. The not-so-smart introvert girl and the top student intimidating Dostoyevsky… top student after me of course.”

“Why do you blush every single time he speaks? Do you think his voice is hot or something?”

“I saw you staring at Dostoyevsky in class today, are you sure you don't like him, hm?”

What a nuisance.

Of course, you didn't like him. You were trying to avoid him at all costs. Doesn't that make your dislike for him much more obvious?

In fact, you were sure you hated him.

Each time he spoke in class he always answered right with that unamused expression and with that egocentric tone that makes you roll your eyes.

There was no way you could fall for someone like him.

You sigh, currently walking down the hallway to the library, hoping to find some rest and silence from the noisy students and from your stupid brain that had been thinking about Dostoyevsky these last days.

The library had an old tone to it; yellowish lights and dark brown old shelves that went from the floor to the ceiling. Two floors full of books from all the subjects any student could find for their projects or to pass the time.

Even if it was full of people, the silence was almost absolute if it wasn't for a few people whispering and giggling. Still, it was a very peaceful place. Sometimes you wish you could stay here forever.

Since you know the place very well, you went straight to your favorite spot in the enormous library— It was under a stair, where there was an old dark green couch that was kind of comfy, enough to spend more than a few hours reading on it.

You remember leaving a book yesterday on the couch, after all, nobody went there; it was after walking through a long-ass corridor and after a few turns. Who would explore this big library completely like you did? No one, of course.

Well… You were wrong.

“What the fuck?”

“Hm? What a wonderful surprise…”

Seriously?

You cross your arms in front of your chest while looking down at Fyodor who was sitting on the couch with your book in his hands. You were trying to avoid him and he was the one that came to you. Funny.

Fyodor closed the book, placing it to the side before leaning back with his legs spread and his arms crossed as well.

“Nice book. You have good taste, sweetheart.”

The hell with this—

You turn around ready to leave, but he quickly grabs your wrist, pulling you towards him until you are standing in between his legs. His dark eyes look up at you.

“Why are you avoiding me? I'm not stupid, I see everything, you know?”

He loosens his grip on your wrist, his thumb caressing the back of your hand slowly. From this close, you can see his dark circles and his pale skin. Damn, he looks like a vampire…

“It's none of your business.” You frown, pushing his hand away.

“Do I make you so nervous, hm?”

Fyodor grins, leaning back once more. His smug expression only makes you more mad and you're beginning to wonder if he's doing it on purpose to get a kick out of this like last time.

He can't deny that he's enjoying it; You're so easy to get riled up that it's almost boring. Though your pretty pouty face is worth it.

“Shut up. You're in my seat. Leave.” You tried to keep a stern voice but Fyodor didn't budge from his seat.

“I'm not moving. If you want to sit on this couch so badly, might as well sit on my lap.” He pats his thigh, giving you a smirk.

Fuckfuckfuck.

He was playing with you again, probably laughing internally too— thinking you're just a stupid silly girl who can fall so easily into his trap.

He was using you as his entertaining resource.

Fine. You might as well play along.

With a hum, you flop on his lap, getting comfortable and leaning your back against his chest to which Fyodor immediately wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Such an obedient girl.”

You squirm on his lap, feeling how butterflies flutter inside your tummy. While trying to mask your sudden arousal, you reached for the book you wanted to read and opened it to where you left it before. While doing so, Fyodor's large fingers start kneading on your waist, slowly, as if he was savoring the feeling of your body against his palms.

“Are you enjoying your reading?”

You nod. The truth is that you can't even read with his hands exploring your waist and his pretty voice against your ear. You're only looking at empty words in the book, your mind not paying attention to the sentences or paragraphs.

Fyodor's hand brushed against your neck, and the coldness of it made you flinch. He pushed your hair aside, exposing your neck to him.

“Why don't you read for me out loud?”

“Why should I?” You shrug, completely leaning against his body again, trying to suffocate him or something— though it seems like having the contrary effect as his hands pull your hips to him.

“I want to know if you're focused on your little book or me.”

Cocky bastard.

You clear your throat to begin with your reading, but as soon as you open your mouth, his lips brush against the skin of your neck, leaving a small peck.

“Go on. I'm waiting, dear.”

Then, he presses another peck, waiting a few seconds before doing the same.

God. You can't react in this situation. Your body squirms with each touch or whisper. Your thighs pressed together and you look down at the book, trying to focus on the words but it's impossible.

“Ah—”

You whine, feeling his tongue teasing the crook of your neck before sucking on your skin. Arms wrapping around your waist again, caging you against him.

The air was starting to get heavy and you had already forgotten that you were in a public library; your mind getting foggy with the thought of what was going to happen eventually.

As he pulls away, kissing the new hickey he left, one hand wanders down to your thigh, squeezing it.

“You know you can leave if you don't want this, right?” You didn't answer, not wanting to fulfill his egocentric wishes.

“Hey, I'm talking to you.”

A hand slides to your neck, pressing a little, as he leans closer to your ear. He thrusts up while keeping your hips against his, trying to “fix” his position.

Ah, but you can feel his hardness against your ass.

“It seems like you're too shy to speak, so, let's do this; If you want to leave, just push my hands away from your body and I'll set you free…”

He chuckles, placing another peck on your neck.

“But if you don't want to leave… Spread those thighs for me, dearest.”

How humiliating; Your body was reacting on its own, and you spread your thighs for him. Without wasting any time, the hand that was on your hip slides inside your pants, lithe fingers finding the wet spot on your panties.

“Huh, how naughty.” You can hear him chuckling behind you.

You barely close your thighs again, feeling shy as his fingertips tease up and down your covered pussy, emanating soft moans from you. With your lips parted, he slid two fingers inside your mouth to keep you quiet.

“Suck on them and don't be loud, honey.” He whispers, kissing the back of your neck soothingly to distract you from the advance of his other two fingers over your pussy.

Pushing your panties aside, he groans at the wet and warm feeling. Coating his fingers with your arousal first before slowly inserting a finger. Fyodor rolls his eyes at the sensation— you were squeezing him so tight that he almost felt pity for your cunt; If you were already squeezing his finger so much, how would it be when he's balls deep inside you.

Saliva slips from your lips down your chin as you keep sucking on his other fingers that are keeping your mouth entertained. Trying your best not to moan out loud when his finger that was over your pussy began sliding in and out, reaching that sweet spot of yours with each thrust.

“I'm going to add another finger, pretty. Keep being good for me..”

Another groan leaves Fyodor's lips when you squeeze his finger at his praise. Oh, well, he was going to make sure to praise you lots then.

As his middle finger makes its way inside you and you whine at the stretching, his whole hand clads your mouth, not letting any noise escape from you.

“Fuck… Do you want someone to catch us?”

You shake your head from side to side, picturing how humiliating it would be if someone finds you sitting on Fyodor's lap and moaning because of his skilled fingers that reach where yours can't.

When his two fingers start moving, you're already in heaven. Grinding your hips and spreading your thighs further to give him space to go knuckles deep.

“Is my sweet angel going to cum on my fingers? Do it, dear, be a good girl for me.” Fyodor moans against your ear, slightly grinding his hips against yours as you approach your climax.

Your thighs close and you let out a muffled whimper as you come all over his fingers, walls clamping down on him as he presses his hand harder against your mouth, whispering sweet praises before sliding his sticky fingers out of your cunt and taking his hand off your mouth to let you breathe.

Fyodor is nice enough to push your panties back in place before removing his hand from your pants. His sticky fingertips tap your lower tip a few times so you can open up and lick them clean.

“Good girl…”

He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, caressing your cheek, and you take the opportunity to turn around and fall to your knees in front of him, placing your hands on his thighs. You might as well worship him like he did with you.

He was nice to you, so why not be nice to him as well? After all, you were eager to see what's underneath his intimidating façade.

“Ah— Right now it might not be the moment, dear.”

You frown, resting your cheek against his thigh.

“My apologies, but this place is quite risky, you already made a lot of noise and people might be wondering,” Fyodor smirks before leaning down to kiss the crown of your head as he removes his silver necklace to place it on your neck instead.

“We'll continue this another day, I promise.” He tilts your chin up, leaning in and kissing you slowly, slipping his tongue past your lips and groaning against your mouth while his hand squeezes your cheeks together, not letting you pull away before he's done with you.

So he does taste like coffee.

Fyodor withdraws, leaving one last peck on your lips before completely pulling away.

“Goodbye, my dear.”

Giving you one last soft smile, he stands up and walks away, leaving you sitting on the floor with red cheeks and heavy breathing.

You look down at the cross hanging from his necklace. Now resting on your chest.

God, you want to taste his lips again.

© 2024 pinklacydovey

[coryosmin]

Coryo gets home horny after a day of trying to hide it. He jerks off, but can't cum. Then reader arrives and he fucks her.

nsfw | mdni | modern au because i say so 😏😏 also it’s lawyer coryo but really it’s not important to the plot whatsoever

it had been such a long day and all coryo would think about was how much he wanted to fuck you. he had been hard all day, thinking about your pretty face and your plump lips wrapped around his cock. or the fact that he wanted nothing more than to push your head into the mattress while he fucked you harshly. so when coryo got home from work, he closed the door behind him and took his cock out, jerking himself off hard and fast for any sort of relief.

he moaned at the feeling, closing his eyes as he threw his head back against the door in pleasure. he thought about you and your soft thighs, dressed in that short lace black dress he loved seeing you wear. “oh fuck,” he moaned as he jerked himself off, thumbing the tip of his cock.

and as he felt the pressure in his abdomen building, he was ready for the release to happen. coryo wanted nothing more than to cum, to feel that relief he so desperately needed. and with a moan, he felt himself get closer until all of a sudden the feeling went away. he groaned in frustration, not understanding why he couldn’t cum. he just lost the momentum to do it, he supposed.

coryo stopped, breathing heavily but taking a deep breath. he was still so painfully hard but perhaps tonight he just wasn’t feeling it. he leaned off of the door, putting his cock away in his pants and zipping them back up as he made his way to the kitchen. he ran a hand over this face, still frustrated that he couldn’t get off when suddenly there was a knock on his apartment door. sighing to himself, coriolanus walked over to his door, opening it.

there you stood, the person who’s been haunting his thoughts all day, smiling so adorably while wearing a beautiful lavender purple dress. “hey,” he greeted thickly, feeling his cock throb at the sight of you. “didn’t think you were coming over tonight.”

you simply grinned up at coriolanus. “thought i’d surprise you,” you said, holding up a bottle of wine and a bag signaling takeout.

coriolanus let out a small breathless chuckle, moving to the side to let you into the apartment. “a woman that knows her way to my heart,” he said simply.

you walked into the apartment, making your way to the kitchen to put the things down before looking over at coriolanus who had followed you. he looked worn out and tired, the stress from his job definitely taking a toll on him today. you couldn’t help but glance down, seeing the prominent boner he had. you blushed before clearing your throat. “you have bit of an issue there, love,” you said, looking up at your boyfriend.

“mmm” he said, nodding his head as he walked over to you, taking you into his arms. “been so hard all day thinking about you,” he murmured into your ear. “tried to relieve it but i couldn’t get myself off.”

you cooed in sympathy, wrapping your arms around coriolanus. “well…maybe we can go to the bedroom and i can see what i can do to help you?” you whispered back, looking up at coriolanus.

coriolanus nodded his head, giving a small smile. “i’d like that,” he replied before kissing your lips. you kissed coriolanus back, the two of you moving together in sync. after a few minutes of kissing, coryo tapped your leg before moving to lift you up. you wrapped your legs around his torso as he held you close, his lips never leaving yours as he began walking to his bedroom.

you both entered the bedroom, your lips still attached to one another’s. coriolanus walked over to the bed, pulling away from the kiss and gently placing you down. you sat down at the edge, looking up at coriolanus, who was looking down at you. “want you inside me so bad, coryo,” you sighed, toying with them hem of your dress.

“yeah?” he said, undoing his tie. “want to bury myself inside of you so badly, baby.”

you pull your dress off of yourself, tossing it to the side. you weren’t wearing a bra, only a pair of lavender lace panties. “take me how you want to take me,” you said. “want to make you feel so good.”

coryo let out a breath, his cock hurting in the confines of his suit pants as he looks at you. fuck you’re just so hot. he’s been so hard all day, practically edged himself earlier. he just wanted nothing more than to bury himself in your cunt and forget about the stress that is being a lawyer.

“not gonna prep you,” coryo said, throwing his shirt on the floor before unzipping his pants. “i need to be inside of you.” he took them off quickly as well as his boxers, not caring about how desperate he seemed.

you smiled at his words, taking your panties off. “that’s okay, i can take it,” you said. “how do you want me, coryo?”

“head down, ass up,” he said bluntly, looking at you. he couldn’t help stroking his cock a few times to try and relieve the ache. his cock was so red and angry, desperately needing some sort of release. you obliged, turning over so that your knees were digging into the mattress, your ass in the air. “fuck, baby, you’re so hot.” he sighed, smacking your left butt cheek as he used his right hand to guide his cock to your pussy. he teased you slightly, spreading the wetness around with the tip, causing you both to let out small moans.

coriolanus slowly eased his cock inside of you, letting out a loud groan at the feeling. he had been thinking about this all day, burying himself inside of you and fucking you harshly. and now he’d finally be able to do it. you let out a whine at the feeling of coryo’s cock inside of you, the stretch stinging slightly due to how big he was. coriolanus bottomed out, only waiting a minute for you to adjust before taking his cock out and thrusting it back into you harshly.

you let out a moan, gripping the sheets as coryo began fucking you. “fuck, so wet and tight,” he moaned out. his pace had quickened, showing how truly desperate he was to cum. he let out a whimper as he buried himself deep inside of you. you whimpered too as his cock hit your cervix.

“so big, coryo,” you moaned out. “love it so much.”

coriolanus’s hips continued their harsh pace as he fucked you. “yeah? you love my cock, baby?” he asked, his voice shaky due to moving a lot. “love your pussy so much. always so tight and wet for me, fuck.” he felt that familiar heat in his abdomen, letting out a desperate whine as he moved so that he was kneeling on the bed, his cock hitting deeper inside of you.

you let out a loud moan, arching your back in pleasure as coryo fucked you. you felt yourself getting close, your walls clenching around his cock.

“fuck baby, i-“ he doesn’t finish his sentence as he moans, his orgasm hitting him hard as he continues fucking you. he lets out a sob of pleasure, grateful that he finally could have that relief as ropes of cum filled your pussy.

you gasped, cumming around coriolanus’s cock as he came inside of you. your thighs clenched together, your body quivering as you came.

and when you both came down from your highs, coriolanus kept himself buried inside of you as he wrapped his arms around you, pressing kisses onto your back. “oh my god,” he whispered, moving his hips ever so slightly still, relishing in the orgasm he had just had. after a few minutes, he pulled out, moving to lay down next to you.

“feel better?” you breathed out, laying your head on coriolanus’s chest. he wrapped his arms around you.

“much better,” he whispered in response. “definitely gonna fuck you again in a few minutes.”

you laughed, nodding your head. “sounds like a plan.”

[peachsayshi]

Hi, I really like ur page and i was wondering if i could request a beach day with dad gojo?? I think this would be wholesome😭💕

₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥minors / ageless / blank blogs dni

⥽ notes: some tooth rotting fluff for you nonnie! cw children; reader and gojo are parents of two; alternate au where things are only happy; satoru is a retired sorcerer; I mention that satoru's hair is a bit long but that's because I actually hc him growing it out slightly after retiring - requests for dad gojo prompts are still open.

love consumes your daily life. it comes in the form of good morning kisses, in messy rooms, in vibrant chatter that never seems to end, in tears, in a stack of dirty dishes, in folding clothes for a family of four. it manifests itself in various ways - and no matter where the pendulum swings between how good or bad it can feel, you go to sleep every night eternally grateful.

today's sky is clear and vibrant, saturated in a blue that mirrors the expanding horizon. waves crash along the shore, the subtle breeze whipping back and forth.

a morning at the beach was just what you needed. a nice break away from the demands of your day to day life. the heat teasingly kisses your exposed skin, despite you being hidden under the giant umbrella.

you inhale with gratitude, breathing the salt in the air.

by your side is your daughter, whose now a year and half. her white hair is pulled into two pigtails, her cheeks a rosy pink. she's sitting upright, her big eyes focusing on her toy tools as she shovels the grains of sand by your side.

you mindlessly lean forward to kiss the top of her head, pushing your sunglasses away from your face to glance toward the horizon.

your heart flutters at the sight of your husband whose tall, muscular body stands firm like a marble statue in the distance. your son is on his shoulders, his hands lightly gripping his father's hair, as satoru trails a path back and forth along the sea bed.

no one would be able to tell that your son is actually quite tall for his age, not when he looks so small next to his father.

your daughter noises out "dada" as she follows your gaze, pointing her shovel towards them and flicking tiny granulates of sand up ahead.

once upon a time your life wasn't quite like this, so you absorb the seconds like a sponge.

you spend some time building sand castles with your daughter, who rejects the concept of dimensional shapes and prefers the art of rustic mounds instead. you're both so engrossed in your little activity, that you barely hear satoru and your son walk towards you.

"mama!" your son squeals, his hands clutched tight into two fists as he nearly kicks the mound that you've both been carefully crafting together.

"easy, my love!" you giggle, glancing up at him with affection.

he looks so much like satoru, you think. his eyes may be yours, but satoru's genes fought hard for that claim with a streak of blue piercing through his left iris. he has the same cute little nose, and a massive grin that brightens up his whole face.

the only stark difference is with his hair color, which was simply a lighter shade of yours.

"m'sorry!" he politely replies, adjusting his position as you circle one arm around him. "I gotta show you!" he opens both fists, where he holds two beautiful shells. "one's for you, mama. and the other is for akemi!"

"oh, these are beautiful, jun!" you coo, taking each shell from his hand. you already know exactly where you'll keep them, one sitting on your vanity and the other you'll attach onto the decorative mobile in akemi's room.

you place both shells carefully into the beach bag and pick up jun's thermos. he plops down right beside you and happily takes it from your hand.

meanwhile, satoru finds his place on the towel, his long arms scooping up akemi into the contours of chest.

you run your fingers through jun's wet hair, pushing it away from his face as you watch him drink water. akemi babbles by your side while satoru continues whispering the sweetest words into her ear.

"how's my pretty girl? you having fun making sand castles with mama?" he coos, rubbing the tip of his red rose against hers. their blushed faces mirroring one another.

akemi giggles and kisses her father in return.

"we should be heading back soon," you state, not wanting to be the bearer of bad news but knowing full well that the afternoon heat will be far too much for young daughter.

satoru and jun both turn to look at you, tiny pouts forming on their mouths as their shoulders slump.

"do we have'ta, mama?" jun mumbles.

"yes, but how about we get some ice cream first before we go?"

"oh! I could do with some ice cream!" satoru replies, too busy making a silly face at akemi to pull another laugh out of her.

jun moves closer to them, practically crawling on his father's lap as he raises the thermos victoriously like he won an epic battle.

"I want ice cream too!"

satoru gathers him in his arms as well, placing him on his lap to cradle his two babies together.

another burst of love runs through you, one that settles deep within your soul.

you allow father, son and daughter to bond while you carefully pack up all your things. by the time satoru puts them down, you're almost finished.

you stand up to stretch your legs, your husband following your footsteps and slipping his arms around your waist to spin you in his direction while jun and akemi take a second to destroy the sand castle that you were building earlier.

"hey, hot stuff," he teases under his breath, greeting you like it's the first time he's seen you all day. "missed you out in the water"

"nu-uh, mister," you playfully scold, "your smooth talking isn't going to excuse you from the near heart attack you gave me when you dunked jun in earlier..."

satoru arches forward to kiss your cheek, "lighten up, mama. you know our babies are in perfectly safe hands with me,"

you shake your head, a musing smile making your cheeks feel tight. you bring one hand up to twirl a strand of satoru's hair, while the pads of your other fingers lightly grazes over the blades of his undercut.

you scratch the back of his head lovingly, "I know they are"

two arms wrap around your leg, and you look down to find jun resting his chin on your thigh while looking up at you with curiosity. "mama, can we get the ice cream now?"

you shift your gaze to satoru, the tiny moment of privacy fleeting as love makes it's presence known once again.

"you guys head over to the shop, while I pack up the stuff. I'll meet you there."

with that, you carry akemi in your arms while you hold jun's hand. the three of you stroll away from your space of sanctuary towards the ice cream shop.

you greet the owner, his familiar face clocking your own. the last time you saw him was on your honeymoon with satoru. the man's face beams with pride as he looks at your children, witnessing how much has bloomed around you since.

you order everyone's ice cream, and he graciously offered akemi's tiny scoop free of charge.

you're seated at the booth, watching jun devour his chocolate soft serve while akemi's lips turn orange nibbling at her peach sorbet. satoru finally walks in, clad in a unbuttoned short sleeve shirt that he wears over his swim trunks. he runs his fingers through his hair, pushing the longer layers back and away from his face to reveal his handsome features.

"papa, hurry up! you're ice cream will melt!" jun calls out, and you kindly shush him as to not disturb the other customers.

thankfully, it was a young couple and two older women who simply laugh at the interaction.

satoru slips into the booth right next you, his arm automatically curling around your waist while his free hand lifts the cone that you've been holding for him.

he dramatically licks around the swirl of vanilla, making jun and akemi laugh with his animated reaction.

you both find one another then, the root of your love at the forefront.

suddenly, everything else disappears, and it's just the four of you suspended in time. satoru leans down to steal a kiss, his sugary lips slightly cold, and you return the gesture tenderly.

"ewwwwww" jun interrupts, scrunching his nose in disgust.

the spark fizzles, but that's alright. you know full well that you and your husband have the night to make up for it.

satoru looks at his son with cheeky astonishment. "eww?! really, jun? how do you think you got here in the first place?"

you playfully slap your husband's chest, while your son shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly with his innocence brushing over satoru's comment.

"dunno, ask mama"

satoru's jaw goes slack, a disapproving expression overcoming him. "ask mama? as if your papa had nothing to do with it, huh?"

"well, I came from her tummy not yours" your son answers quite matter of factly, giving your husband a sassy look as if he knows better.

you bring your fingers to your mouth to stop yourself from laughing at his wild comment and rest your cheek against satoru's shoulders, listening to father and son banter while the exhaustion from the day trickles in slowly.

you close your eyes for only a moment when the silence settles in.

satoru leans you both back against the plush surface of the sofa.

"tired, angel?"

"mhmm," you agree, "but today was perfect."

he smiles, his cerulean eyes shifting to jun and akemi finishing up their treats.

you're not the only one who finds themselves thankful.

"yeah," he murmurs, squeezing your waist in confirmation, "yeah, it really was."

note: I am not accepting any new requests. if you're interested in seeing what kind of requests I am accepting - please check the "rules" and "upcoming" links on my pinned.

[wayfayrr]

hey uh. if requests r open. would it b possible to request a follow up to that self-aware-twi fic. if not thats ok i just wanted u to know i havent stopped thinking about it since i read it. altered my brain chemistry, touch-starved twilight princess link my beloved, etc etc. ur writing is top-tier <3<3<3

I think the best part about this ask is - I've had this written since early January. I actually wrote part two as a birthday gift for a good friend of mine @glowyskull <33

So this is more just me finally posting it sfbgdfbgdb. it's also funny to think that the twilight fic is my most popular fic now considering how the self aware au really started as just a really guiltily self indulgent fic - something fun to write that I didn't think could get as big as it did on my blog. and I'm glad that you liked it so much <333 whimpery touch starved twilight princess link is just so AUGH love him so

[masterlist]

“Oh you’re finally wakin up then darlin’.”

“...hmm?”

“C’mon darlin’, you can’t have forgotten what happened earlier already? Can you? Your fever - cold isn’t that bad so you can't have…”

Who’s rambling… and why does it sound so familiar?  Wait does that mean - is everything that happened earlier all real then, did link really crawl out of my tv just because he was lonely. Because I left him there, left him all on his own to rot in his own solitude. 

“Link? You - that - everything was real then? All of it?”

“All of it darlin’, from how I got out to how I’m never gonna leave ya.”

“Huh..? I could’ve sworn that you didn’t even mention anything like that…”

“Mhm, well you’re ill and still a little out of it darlin’ so you probably just forgot, you did agree though.” 

It does sound like something that I would agree to, I mean I’m the reason that he’s sentient. It would be cruel of me to throw him to the other wolves, he isn’t from here but besides even that, he isn’t from here. He doesn’t know how this world works, it would be worse than sending a dog to a shelter. It would be his death sentence for certain, and after all that I put him through for a simple pause in playing. The way he’s petting my hair like this though, it’s enough to simply just wash the rest of my worries away, if I could I would spend the rest of my life right here easily.  

“About your illness though, do you have any red potion anywhere?” 

“No, no things like that don’t exist here link and the painkillers I have aren’t worth moving for.” 

“If you’re sure… I’ll go and get them for you the second you change your mind.”    

“You don’t even know where I keep them.” 

His hand paused at that, causing me to let out an involuntary whine. I couldn’t even think to stop it with how it slipped out instantly, which he seemed fond of. Cuddling me closer to his chest and resting his head on top of mine, with what felt like a giant smile on his face. 

“I can look for them, It’s not like I won’t need to learn where everything is now that I’m living with ya… besides I’ve already put you through so much stress when you’re not well.”

“You didn’t mean to link, how could you have known I was sick?”

“...I don’t know - I just - it shouldn’t have been hard to know with how you looked when you opened the game. I’m sorry love I just wasn’t even thinking I just wanted to be out, but I should’ve been more considerate to you.”

With how silent he is in the game you could never have guessed how much he likes to ramble, it’s the second or third time it’s happened since he crawled out of the glas- the glass. Are his bandages holding up, he seems fine but he’s not from here, any infection could be deadly. He wouldn’t even see it coming with how much he’s fawning over my comfort right now. 

“Link?” “Yes, darlin’?”

Oh wow, he - well he’s whipped already. Is it real love or has all that time trapped alone twisted him into this. I’d look into getting him therapy but… if he mentioned the truth then it would be a matter of seconds until he’d be diagnosed with something inaccurate. No one. No one at all would ever believe that a video game character actually broke out of their game - especially not someone like Link falling for an exhausted student like me.

“Are you feeling alright? You have so many cuts and wounds right now.”

“It’s nothing that’s worse than anything else I’ve ever had. They do feel more real though.”

“...real?”

“They feel like real wounds, not something that could be healed away in seconds and they’re just tiny scrapes.”He sounds so giddy as he’s talking about being hurt - it’s unnerving when he starts holding me even tighter when he’s saying it. I don’t think I’m ever going to be getting away from him ever again… if I wanted to. Why shouldn’t I take a chance at having a relationship though. He cares about me - he really does even if it’s unhinged - it would be so nice to come home to him, to be able to spoil him and be spoilt by him. Even being held like this feels so unreal, so impossible that I shouldn’t be here with him. So much so that I want to stay here and fall back asleep without any argument. Didn’t he even say he wanted to be my lover? Why look over a gift too closely?