#You don't need to reply to it or do anything but admire from afar but feel free to talk to me about this while I am still here.

[000-pawz]

i don't want us to just be friends! (bnd) ˚ · .

bnd when they have a crush , ot6 headcanons , fluff , pining , nonidol au

more under the cut!

a/n: requested here and here! eeek tysm <3 i also subtly brought their charts into play here too (you guys already know how i roll) >3<

sungho ˚ ⋆｡˚

𐙚₊˚ when sungho has a crush on you, he literally wants to become your superman >< he'll carry your backpack across campus for you, lends you his (very neat) notes if you miss a day in class, and brings you food to your dorm room if you're sick </3 he just wants to do whatever he can to help you

𐙚₊˚ loves studying with you!!! his favorite part is when you go quiet when you're really focused and he can just watch your cute concentrated face <3 he'll nudge you from under the desk when it's time to take a break and convince you to go with him to get food!!! he wants to make sure that you're taking care of yourself always

𐙚₊˚ he's not the type to initiate affection first between you guys, so when you do it, he turns into an absolute mess. if your head falls onto his shoulder while you're laughing, he'll probably act cool on the outside, but on the inside, he's literally screaming, running laps!!!

𐙚₊˚ or if you grab his hand to walk through a crowd together without losing each other, he'll try to suppress his smile as best he can, but ultimately fails because??? your hand fits perfectly in his???? hello????

𐙚₊˚ sungho becomes really cute and soft around you. he shyly smiles when you wave to him across campus!!! or if you're hanging out alone watching a movie, he'll share his blanket with you and shuffle up to your side so your legs are pressing against each other's (and yes it's an excuse to be closer to you!!!)

𐙚₊˚ gets pretty protective over you. if you fall and scrape your knee, he's carrying you to the nurse asap (even if it's just a little cut :<). better yet, he'll take care of you himself, treating you so gently as he bandages up your wound and tells you to be more careful cause you could've gotten really hurt!!

𐙚₊˚ really playful with you! probably lightly teases you about your cute habits, does bunny ears above your head when you take a selfie, pretends to bite you when you tease him back ^___^ just like a giant kitty

𐙚₊˚ sungho is not one to keep secrets and he's pretty straightforward, so i see him confessing to you first >< he'll probably make it really intimate, like bringing you flowers and then taking you to a picnic in the field </3 there are literal sparkles in his eyes when he watches the way the sun hits your skin! just something super sappy where it can just be the two of you and he can confess all of his honest feelings with no interruptions!!!

˚ ⋆｡˚ riwoo

𐙚₊˚ riwoo is incredibly shy around his crush!!! he'll probably be the most physically awkward out of all of them lol like if he has to partner up with his crush for a conversation, he'll literally die a little on the inside because he gets so flustered around you, he can barely speak!!!

𐙚₊˚ he definitely keeps his crush on you to himself. for one, he wants to be able to admire you from afar and he's simply happy with just liking you! and for two, he doesn't want his friends to embarrass him around you ><

𐙚₊˚ probably screams into his pillow whenever you text him first >3< or smiles behind his hand because you are texting him!!! he replies back super fast too because he doesn't want you to think he's uninterested!!!

𐙚₊˚ he'll always try his best to make you smile around him, even if it involves him making a fool of himself!!! if you're in the same room, he'll text you something funny and wait to see your reaction from across the room ^___^

𐙚₊˚ worries about you so much :C if you seem extra tired in class, he'll check up on you, asking you if you need anything!!! he'll sneak snacks into your bag, switch seats with you if you get the wobbly chair, and he's just overall very attentive!!! if you don't show up for class out of the blue, he's texting you right away to make sure everything is okay and if you need him to bring you anything!!! <3

𐙚₊˚ very adaptable to you. if you're grabbing lunch together and you mention a specific menu you like, he's ordering the same thing! and if you're studying together in his dorm and you say you're hot, he'll immediately turn on the air conditioning (even if he's shivering </3) he always prioritizes your comfort

𐙚₊˚ loves to have long and deep conversations with you. enjoyes hearing about your plans for the future, and your goals and aspirations!!! he's all for learning what makes you tick so he can cater to your needs better <3 he just loves learning about you as a person because you are so interesting to him and you have a way of scratching his brain just right

𐙚₊˚ riwoo would be so so so nervous to confess. he'd run over what he wants to say multiple times to himself before you even show up to the park he's meeting you at. and when you finally do show up, all of his effort goes straight out of the window and he forgets everything he wanted to say </3 so he just says "y/n. i like you." and you giggle a bit because you already know!!! you were just waiting for him to say something >< and when you tell him so, riwoo gets so blushy and shy before asking if he can take you out tomorrow!! officially :3

jaehyun ˚ ⋆｡˚

𐙚₊˚ everyone will already know he has a crush on you before he even knows!!! he finds a way to mention you in every conversation and starts smiling like an idiot whenever someone says your name <3

𐙚₊˚ becomes your very own puppy ^___^ if you weren't already friends before jaehyun starts liking you, then you are now! he'll ask to be your partner whenever he gets the chance, gets excited for you when you share good news with him, does whatever you ask of him

𐙚₊˚ like if you mention you want a certain drink from the store, jaehyun is up and out of his seat in the blink of an eye!!! or if you say that your feet hurt from walking around all day, he'll give you a piggy back ride home!!!

𐙚₊˚ he invites you out to everything like "hey y/n, did you want to go to this party with me tonight", or "hey y/n, are you busy later? maybe we can go to the carnival together", or even "hey y/n, can you come with me to buy toothpaste please"

𐙚₊˚ intense eye contact whenever you have something to say. he does that thing where he cocks his head at you with gentle eyes and nods along to whatever you're saying, reacting to everything and giving you little smiles here and there <3

𐙚₊˚ becomes the loudest, goofiest person ever around you. he's cracking jokes left and right, sharing stories that he knows will entertain you, etc. he literally just goes on autopilot freak mode because he's driven by pure impulse when you're around ><

𐙚₊˚ once you guys are comfortable around each other, he gets pretty touchy!!! he'll give you tight hugs whenever he greets you, brushes hair out of your face if you're focused on your work, gives you random fistbumps and high fives just for an excuse to touch you ><

𐙚₊˚ jaehyun's confession would be so out of the blue, he even surprises himself. he'll be walking you back home after a late-night study session and he'll just get such a big rush of emotion when he looks at you in the moonlight and he'll just blurt out that he likes you!!! he'll quickly cover his mouth with wide eyes and be like "did i say that out loud...?" and you just laugh at him because he's so cute before confessing that you like him too <3

˚ ⋆｡˚ taesan

𐙚₊˚ if taesan has a crush on you, you might think that he simply doesn't like you >< he'll avoid eye contact at all cost, walk in the opposite direction if he hears that you're coming, ducks away if you enter the room. he gets so overwhelmed everytime he sees you, his fight or flight kicks in lol

𐙚₊˚ perks up if he ever hears your name mentioned in public. like he'll be totally locked in on his computer or something and as soon as he hears your name in a passing conversation, he'll sit up straighter and look around to see if you're nearby >< he might even listen in on someone's conversation just to hear what they're saying about you

𐙚₊˚ he stresses out so much about whether or not to speak to you first if you're not already friends. he'll pace his room, ask his friends if you're seeing anyone, runs over every possible outcome of him talking to you (and the only thing he's trying to do is introduce himself </3)

𐙚₊˚ when he finally does build up the courage to talk to you, he's a stuttering mess!!! it already took him 32978 hours to even convince himself to finally talk to you, and when he does, he finds himself tripping over his words a lot and stumbling through greetings </3

𐙚₊˚ taesan is the type to buy you your favorite drink from the cafe and then "run" into you and say "hey, uh i just had an extra one of these." and then he quickly gives it to you before running away and you're just like he is so cute (because it's so obvious that he likes you)

𐙚₊˚ once you guys get closer, speaking to you would be like a second nature to him!!! he just needs to break out of his shell a bit >< he'll ask you to meet him at the bench outside of your dorm/house at like 2 am just so you guys can talk alone (and if he "accidentally" had an extra hoodie in his backpack for when you start to get cold, no he didn't >3<)

𐙚₊˚ i said it before and i'll say it again! taesan loves loves loves sharing music with you. he'll make you multiple playlists (all with subtle meanings and confessions hidden in them) and send them to you!!! he might actually malfunction if you do the same as well (and he will read into every lyric of every song you send)

𐙚₊˚ he'd confess when you guys are at a record store together, checking out vinyl. he'll pick a song that perfectly captures everything he wants to say that he can't put into words, and you just look so pretty flicking through all of the albums, and he knows this is his chance!!! so he puts the vinyl on the record player and calls you over to place the headphones over your ears and as you listen, you realize what's he's trying to say and you give him the biggest hug ever that makes him stumble back a bit with a big smile, wrapping himself up in you <3

leehan ˚ ⋆｡˚

𐙚₊˚ definitely the type to stare at you from across the room with that soft gaze, just watching you exist. observing which hand you write with, your little quirks and habits, the clothes you like to wear. just learning about you from afar. he might even scroll through your social media too :<

𐙚₊˚ his line from serenade when he's like "hey, the weather is nice. want to go for a walk?"!!! he'll stroll with you quietly, making small talk, asking you how your classes are going, and he gets really giggly if your hands accidentally brush each other's <3

𐙚₊˚ leehan will find any way to accommodate you! if you mumble that your head hurts in class, he'll ask the professor to dim the lights for you! and if you're cold, he'll insist you take his jacket!!!

𐙚₊˚ if leehan has a crush on you, he will mentally act like he's married >< if someone else tries to confess to him, he'll respectfully reject them because he only has eyes for you!!!

𐙚₊˚ he laughs at all of your jokes, even if they are terrible >< it's not even forced laughter though!!! he genuinely finds you so endearing that everything you do is cute to him

𐙚₊˚ speaking of cute!!! he calls you cute a lot. you'll do the most mundane thing ever and he'll just watch you with a tiny smile, thinking that you are the cutest thing to ever exist. he might even say it out loud just to see you get flustered <3

𐙚₊˚ loves when you rant/vent to him!!! he thinks it's so special that you see him as a safe place to go when you're stressed, and he'll do anything to ease that stress. he'll reach over and give your hand an encouraging squeeze, listening intently to everything you say, and give you advice if you ask for it!!!

𐙚₊˚ he would probably confess to you after months, or even years of being friends!!! when you guys are alone, probably having a midnight talk about anything and everything when he goes "y/n. i really like you." and it'll catch you so off guard and get you so flustered, but he just couldn't wait any longer!!! and when you breathlessly confess that you like him back, he'll pull you into the tightest hug ever with an airy laugh, relieved that everything worked out <3

˚ ⋆｡˚ woonhak

𐙚₊˚ he's in lalaland before he even strikes up conversation with you </3 woonhak will literally daydream about you all the time, zoning out in class just thinking about you for hours!!! he'll probably even imagine scenarios of you guys together to help him fall asleep at night lol

𐙚₊˚ he so obviously likes you, but for him to actually tell you is a whole different story. he just likes you so so so much and he's really scared of his feelings being rejected, so he forces himself to believe that he's okay with just being friends with you <3 he thinks that having you like this is better than not having you at all

𐙚₊˚ that doesn't mean he doesn't show you he likes you though! you are his go-to person for everything. like if he got a new shirt, he's asking you if you think it looks okay (and if you show any hint of disliking it, he's never wearing that shirt again because your opinion is the only one that matters)

𐙚₊˚ facetimes 24/7!!! he'll call you whenever he's bored and you guys will just carry on with your own lives while still on facetime, occasionally falling into conversation before going about your day again

𐙚₊˚ like he'll literally call you just so he can brush his teeth while watching you study! or if he's walking to the store, he'll facetime you to show you how great the weather is (and he'll convince you to meet him at the park so you can have ice cream together <3)

𐙚₊˚ woonhak will be at your side as soon as you need him, no questions asked. if he calls you and can hear in your voice that you were crying, he's rushing over to you asap!! his shoelaces won't even be tied and his jacket will be inside out because he was trying to get to you so fast </3 immediately pulls you into a hug and reassures you that you're never alone as long as he's here

𐙚₊˚ if you ever compliment him, his entire year will be made. i imagine him doing that thing where he smiles so wide, his eyes bunch up and his shoulder reach his ears and he's just a giant ray of sunshine ^___^ he won't waste any time complimenting you back either!!!

𐙚₊˚ he'd confess to you by making you a big basket of gifts n stuff, topped off with a handwritten letter </3. it'll be full of plushies, your favorite snacks, pictures you guys took together in photobooths, cute stickers that he'd think you like, random stuff in your favorite color ^___^ his handwriting will be messy and you can see that he wrote and erased many times, just trying to find the right words to say!!! it's all so personal, sweet, and thoughtful <333

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[notenoughgauze]

Lovesick

There’s always those men, the type that once they want something they’d do everything they can to achieve it. That’s how Dazai was now. He was so desperate, so in need of you. He could hardly contain himself whenever his eyes flickered towards your desk. It was empty still, still so empty. He couldn’t wait for you to arrive. Not to talk to you of course, but to admire you from afar. 

 Dazai never had issues with women, that’s simply the truth but with you and your priceless smile, he folds like a chair. A big, tall, dumb chair who can’t get words out around you. He sputters and falters. His words come out as a jumbled mess.  It was completely unlike himself, but when he’s around you he acts like a normal 22 year old who tries to clumsily talk up a pretty girl. 

Now, He knows he’s smart. He’s a genius and he always knows what's coming next, but when you show up this morning, dazzling him with that goddamn smile and those beautiful eyes, he doesn’t expect you to look at him and ask him how his night was.

“Oh uh” he splutters. His face warming, he feels like a teen boy with a crush, but that can’t be this. He’s Osamu Dazai, womanizer, genius, ex-mafia. Yet here he was with rosy cheeks, trying desperately to not look down at your low cut shirt and focus on what your plush lips are saying to him. “Dazai?” you call to him, waving your hand in front of his face. “Are you alright?” He nods, eyes wide and locked with your soft ones.  “Y-yes.”   

He couldn’t take it, you were so close, one moment and he could lock his lips with you. Fuck his bones were screaming at him to just move, to finally grip your face in his hands and show you why you should give him a chance. But he doesn't move. He just stares into your big eyes and tries to formulate a word. “I'm fine, don't worry about me, Beautiful.” He pulls out a harmless smile and encourages you to return to your desk. 

Your beauty wasn’t your only key feature, it was a plus but not why he’s beginning to fall for you. You were kind, you were insightful, you were smart and funny and so fucking cute. How could anyone not fall for someone like you? He flippantly goes through his paperwork, daydreaming about you, every so often flicking his eyes over to you and watching you work, the sweet little secretary. 

God he’d love one chance to show you how good he can make you feel. To take you into the supply closet and show you how a real man treats beautiful women like yourself. Or maybe he’d take you home, lay you down and really take his time with you. Showering you with affection,  showing his feelings without actually saying anything at all. Sex was what he knew best, he was so used to using that method to get his emotions out instead of just talking about it like a normal human being. He wonders if finally fucking you will get this out of his system and then he could go back to his own ways and put all these feelings behind him.

Oh but when he finally gets that chance, so many weeks later. It exceeds his expectations. The first kiss came after a long celebration the company threw. Everyone of age was drinking and cheering, including you. You were in a booth in the back with Atsushi and Kyouka, smiling and sipping on your drink. Dazai and Yosano sat at the bar, clinking glasses. “So, when are you gonna make a move?” she says with a knowing smirk. Dazai Smiles softly, of course he wasn’t hiding it very well. This was all so new to him. “Maybe tonight will be the night?” he replies. “I’d go for it now, that bastard over there is making eyes at your girl.” She nods her head towards another patron. Dazai follows her eyeline and watches how this random man is oogling his sweet little coworker. 

Dazai felt a mix of emotions. Sure he was jealous, though he’d much rather commit suicide than show it. On the other hand he was filled with a sort of bittersweet emotion. You COULD give him a chance, or you could bat your eyes at this new contender and fall for someone with likely a lot less blood on their hands. He wanted to give you the choice, he really did. He wanted to let you decide if you’d take on a new venture, but he couldn’t, he just couldn’t allow it, not with his full heart; and so He stood up and stalked over to your booth. Slipping in next to you with an arm finding purchase around your shoulders. 

“Oh Beautiful” he calls, not using his normal pet name, that was used for just any woman, this was you. “You haven’t talked to me this whole time, I was quite sad, y'know.” He acts drunker than he is, wanting to chalk it up to the drink if he was to make a mistake, not that he makes very many anyways. “I’m sorry Dazai, I didn’t mean to ignore you.” you reach up with almost teary eyes and hold his face, looking deep into his eyes. Seems you were tipsy yourself. His face heats up and he curses himself for melting into your touch. You don’t mean it. You don’t, he knows you’re just drunk, but god does he want you to mean it, to promise you’ll give him all your attention from now on. 

“Beautiful, don’t apologize,you can make it up to me now.” He gets closer, pulling you in till your sides smush together. He shot a look towards the man, sharp and pointed.  The man’s face was red and his expression was a mix of shock and frustration. Satisfied, Dazai turned back to you with a smug smile. He reaches out and plays with your hair. Wishing he could lean in and smother himself with your scent. 

“Osamu.” you coo, laying your head down on the table. “I missed you, I really did.” His smug look gets wiped off his face at that. He wants to fall into what you’re laying out for him. Kyouka and Atsushi silently scoot out, leaving you behind with their senior.  Your face was flushed and rosy. Your eyes glazed and full of some sort of emotion towards him. He feels warm, like a hot bath. You’re drunk. He wants to remember that, but some part of him deep down wants you to mean everything you say. You slip your hand against his, playing and fiddling with his long fingers. He’s silent. What was he supposed to say? 

You bring your head up again, sitting somewhat straight with a small sway. You whisper “I missed you” again and lean in. Nose brushing against his, you close your eyes and push forward, kissing him. His eyes stay wide for a moment, before he closes them and dives in Kissing you with fervent passion, hoping to engrave this moment into your memory for tomorrow. His hand comes up to your cheek, holding you close and feeling your soft skin. 

It was his first magical kiss. The first time it has ever felt outer worldly. He let out a whine when you finally pulled away. You kissed his cheek, then his nose and giggled to yourself at his expression. “Will you walk me home?” You ask. He nods bashfully and he leads you out the doors. 

The walk to the ada apartments is quiet. You walk hand in hand, fiddling with each other’s fingers. Dazai hums a song, breaking the silence, and you just listen as you keep walking. You were more sober now, awake and aware, but you didn’t make a noise, not wanting to ruin the moment you've sought after for so long. “You alright?” he asks with a soft tone. “Mhm” you mumble, looking down at the intertwined fingers. “I meant it y’know” you say , still mumbling your words a bit. “Meant what?” He asks, knowing full well what she means. “The kiss…I know I had a lot to drink, but I’ve been wanting to do that for way too long.” Her face warms and she continues to stare at the ground, embarrassed at how forward she had to be to get it all out. 

He looks down at you, thinking over your words. In his only response, he leans down and lifts your chin up, forcing you to look into his eyes once more. He leans further and kisses you again, soft and sweetly. 

You return home, he regretfully pulls away from you, holding on for a moment too long. You look at each other with flushed cheeks and bashful smiles. You almost invite him in, invite him to stay, but this moment was too perfect to add on to. You'll talk to him tomorrow, and you'll get definitive answers before you do that. 

Dazai practically skips away. He wanted to stay, to keep you in his arms all night long, but he needed to talk to you tomorrow, to see how you react to him then. Until then, he'll enjoy the feelings blossoming in him.

[ayumip]

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭…

streamer!scaramouche x streamer!reader; modern au

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scaramouche and you were famous streamers, and decided to hop onto the “hear me out” cake trend. *gone wrong?* *not clickbait!*

“scara! let’s do this trend!” you called out to him, showing him a video of a couple doing the hear me out cake trend.

“hell no.” he scowled, going back to his game.

“please~”

“no”

“why not! you’re not fun…” you retorted, rolling your eyes.

however, under your persistent persuasion, he reluctantly agreed to do it on stream with you, under the condition that he wouldn’t need to prepare any crazy hear me outs, which of course, you thought it was boring, but whatever!

setting up the camera on your kitchen counter, you greet your chat:

"hi chat! i'm joined with scara today. say hi!" you ushered him, which he reluctantly gave a monotone greeting.

"oh, what's the cake for? we're doing a hear me out cake!" you replied, looking over at the chat, which is going miles per hour as you usually don't do collab streams, well, scara's the exception.

"anyways, lets begin!"

the both of you prepared your sticks, with your respective hear me outs stuck on them. "ill go first! so first, i have omen from valorant, which i think is pretty self explanatory. the girlies that get me, get me" you said, showing the camera before you put it down on the cake. scaramouche gave you a side eye, before retorting with:

"the only thing hot about him is his voice"

"does that mean you admit he's hot-"

"shut up! okay me next." he cut you off with a scoff, which you just giggled at.

"um..." he fiddled around with his sticks in his hand "i have you" he said as he showed the camera, the chat filling with "lmfaos" and "no ways" as he stuck the stick into the cake

"that's just me! why am i a hear me out!" you exclaimed, which he replied with a smirk

"no one can handle you; you're a gremlin"

"but you still love me"

"its your turn just go!" he said bashfully, looking away from the camera with a slight blush on his cheeks

"okay fine! next i have nico from rio"

"thats a bird!"

"and?"

"you're weird..." he mumbled, giving you a faux look of disgust.

suddenly, a comment from chat caught your eye: "nico lowkey looks like scara"

"no because yeah kind of" you mumbled, conversing with chat about how scara resembles nico. scaramouche, looking from afar, was just admiring your animated expressions, your pondering face (which he thought was absolutely adorable, but he would rather die than to admit to your face), and your soft laughs until he was snapped out of his thoughts with you urging him to go next.

"next i have...you, but when you're sleeping"

"why is it all just me- and besides, when did you even get that photo of me! i look horrendous!"

"exactly why that's a hear me out" he mumbled under his breath.

"hey!" you huffed out, as he let out a small laugh. you looked over at the sticks he prepared, realising most of them are just you, but doing different things, you let out an exasperated sigh.

"you really are obsessed with me aren't you" you giggled.

the both of you continued populating the cake with different characters from different cartoons, game, and actors. before you knew it, you only had one more hear me out left.

"okay, don't get mad at me or anything" you warned

"who can be worse than gill. the fish." he rolled his eyes playfully, slightly amused at who on earth your last hear me out was.

biting back your laughter, you showed the camera and chat who your last hear me out was:

"the last one i have is. dottore"

when it finally hit scaramouche who you put on the cake, his mouth was agape; he was shook.

“that's my UNCLE?"

authors note: i think you guys know which reel i based this on but like lowkey i didnt know what i was writing throughout this whole fic LMFAO i didn't expect it to be this dialogue heavy

[callmemonster68]

NIKI - Until It Burns ( smut / yandere )

"Y/N: I said. You are my drug. And I will use it for the rest of my life."

Weekly challenge: Obsession secret-moonstruck & callmemonster68

An intense obsession. A scorching desire. A dangerous game with no limits. Y/N and Niki are trapped in a spiral of madness and passion, where control and submission blur together, and love turns into a fatal addiction. As the obsession reaches its peak, only one question remains: who truly owns whom?

Pairing: Niki X FemReader (Masterlist)

Genre: Obscenity / Yandere

WARNING: text a little longer than I usually write

Warning: graphic description of gore ( bloond/injuries ) explicit content, unprotected sex, suggestive, penetration, explicit language, climax, sex, swearing, loss of virginity, hickeys, messy make-out sessions, dirty talk, compliments, rough sex, touching bruises, handcuffs, chains, sadomasochism , masochism, brands, group sex,double penetration, oral sex, anal sex, masturbation, yandere, obsession

The night was falling over the city, bringing with it the dense fog that swallowed the streetlights. Y/N was leaning against the cold wall of the club, her eyes fixed on the entrance, waiting for him. Niki. His name echoed in her mind like an obsessive melody. It wasn't just desire; it was a visceral need, like a drug she couldn't shake off.

When he finally appeared, it was as if the world had stopped. He walked with an almost cruel confidence, the leather jacket hanging from his shoulders, his hair tousled, and that smile that could disarm even the strongest of barriers. She followed him into the club, the lights flashing in red and blue while the music vibrated in the heavy air.

She couldn't look away. He was the definition of twisted perfection. Something in her knew she was going too far, but love – or obsession – had already driven her mad. She had been watching him for a few weeks, without making contact, just admiring him from afar. But she decided it was time.

While Niki leaned against the counter, Y/N approached with a mischievous smile.

Y/N: I should ask what a guy like you is doing in a place like this... but I think you like being found, don't you? (she murmured, leaning in closer)

He raised his eyes to her, a playful glimmer dancing in them.

Niki: Maybe. But the question is: who exactly thinks they found me?

Y/N smiled, tossing their hair back.

Y/N: I don't think so. I know.

He laughed softly, but there was something dangerous in the sound.

Niki: You are confident. But confidence can be dangerous.

She moved even closer, her fingers sliding along the edge of the counter.

Y/N: Danger has never scared me.

Hours later, they were sitting in a dark corner of the club, separated from the noisy world. The game between them had become more intense, like a stretched rope about to snap.

Niki: You watch me a lot, did you know?

He said, in a low voice, his eyes fixed on her.

Y/N: And you let it, (Y/N replied, with a provocative smile) Why?

He tilted his head, as if he were analyzing every part of it.

Niki: Because I like to see how far people will go for what they want.

She leaned her body towards him, their faces separated by millimeters.

Y/N: And if I say that what I desire... is you?

He smiled, but there was something dark in his expression.

Niki: I would say you don't know what you're getting into.

In the days that followed, Y/N couldn't think of anything else. She followed him through the city, always at a safe distance, but close enough to feel connected to him. She knew where he was going, who he was talking to, even how he liked his coffee.

But it wasn't enough. She needed more. She needed him.

One night, she showed up at his apartment. He opened the door with an arched eyebrow, clearly surprised.

Niki: How did you know where I live? (he asked, leaning against the door, a curious smile on his face)

Y/N: I know many things about you, Niki. (she replied, her voice laden with a desire that bordered on madness)

He stared at her for a moment before stepping aside to let her in.

Niki: You are fascinating, you know? 

She laughed, but there was something broken in that sound.

Y/N: And you are the only thing that makes sense in my life.

In the silence of the apartment, he approached, his eyes fixed on hers.

Niki: You would really do anything for me, wouldn't you? (he asked, his voice low and hypnotic)

Y/N: Anything. (she answered without hesitation)

He raised a hand, sliding his fingers across her face.

Niki: This is scary... and addictive at the same time.

She held his hand against her face, her eyes shining.

Y/N: I said. You are my drug. And I will use it for the rest of my life.

He laughed softly, but there was something almost cruel in that sound.

Niki: You know this is going to destroy you, right?

She smiled.

Y/N: Then destroy me. As long as it's you, I don't care.

Y/N knew she was crossing all the lines. She knew there was no turning back. But she didn't care. All that mattered was him. And, deep down, she knew he liked it – the control, the intensity, the obsession.

But, while she surrendered completely, a question lingered in the air: who was really in control? She, with her unwavering devotion? Or him, with his ability to keep her on the brink of sanity?

The answer, perhaps, was something neither of them dared to admit.

A few days have passed.

The night was charged with electricity. Niki's apartment was a refuge of shadows and unspoken promises, the kind of place where sin intertwines with desire. His scent filled the air, mingling with the faint aroma of whiskey. Y/N was there, standing, watching him as if he were an addiction from which they could never escape.

He approached slowly, his gaze sharp as a blade.

Niki: You really aren't afraid of anything, are you? (his voice was a murmur laden with something dangerous)

She smiled, biting her lip.

Y/N: I'm only afraid of one thing.

He raised an eyebrow.

Niki: And what would that be?

She stepped forward, invading his space, her warm breath against the skin of his neck.

Y/N: Not having you.

Niki's eyes darkened, and a half-smile played on his lips. He liked that. Of the insane devotion she carried.

Niki: You don't know what you're getting into, Y/N.

She held his face between her hands, her nails lightly scratching his jaw.

Y/N: I know, yes. And I don't care how deep I have to go.

He laughed softly, but there was something cruel in the way his fingers slid over her arm, squeezing her skin possessively.

Niki: You like to play with fire.

Y/N: I am the fire. (she whispered, looking directly into his eyes)

Niki held her neck tightly and pulled her against him, their bodies colliding.

Niki: Then burn me.

Then he kissed her, a wild kiss from the start. He broke the kiss and pulled away, leaving her confused.

That night he let her sleep on his couch for the first time.

The connection between them was like a storm, a whirlwind of lust, obsession, and something even darker. She didn't want a sweet romance or a common love. She wanted the madness, the danger, the absolute desire that made her heart beat like an uncontrollable drum.

And Niki? He was chaos personified, the irresistible temptation that made her lose all sense of boundaries.

He pushed her against the wall, his eyes analyzing every inch of her like a predator observing its prey.

Niki: You don't just want to have me. You want to be consumed by me, don't you? (he teased, his lips almost touching hers)

She moaned softly, her breath quickening.

Y/N: I want everything.

His lips brushed against hers for a second before he deliberately pulled away, leaving her frustrated.

Niki: This is dangerous, Y/N.

She laughed, sliding her hands over his chest.

Y/N: So why are you as involved in this as I am?

He quickly turned her, pressing her against the wall, their bodies glued together.

Niki: Because you drive me crazy.

She smiled, closing her eyes as she felt his tongue slide down her neck, warm and provocative.

Y/N: Then go crazy with me.

He laughed against her skin before biting her gently, enough to leave a mark.

Niki: Do you want to be mine?

She shuddered.

Y/N: I already am. Always have been.

He held her face, forcing her to look at him.

Niki: No. You don't understand. When I say "mine," I mean there's no going back. There is no freedom. There is no escape.

Her eyes sparkled.

Y/N: I don't want to escape.

The smile that formed on Niki's lips was pure mischief.

Niki: So get ready, because I'm not the type to let go easily either.

The following weeks were a deep dive into obsession. Y/N abandoned any trace of rationality. Nothing else mattered besides Niki. He was her addiction, her destruction, and her salvation.

She slept in his apartment, studied every detail of his routine, knew his tastes, his vices, his most obscure preferences. She knew when he liked his coffee more bitter, when he preferred to stay silent, when his touch was demanding, and when it was lethal.

And him? He watched her with a sickly fascination, he liked the way she lost herself in him, he liked the obsession, the absolute surrender.

But then, one day, he tested his limits.

Niki: Do you love me? (he asked, his eyes burning into her)

She smiled, tilting her head.

Y/N: Love is not enough. I breathe you.

He walked slowly towards her, as if assessing what he was about to do.

Niki: What if I said I want to see how far you go?

Y/N blinked, heart racing.

Y/N: How far?

He pulled her by the chin, holding her tightly.

Niki: As far as it takes to prove myself.

The challenge was set.

And her? She never knew how to say no to Niki.

Niki's gaze was an endless abyss, and Y/N threw herself into it without hesitation. She knew this game was dangerous, but the danger excited her. The promise of destruction seduced her more than any stupid safety.

She was determined to prove herself. Willing to do anything.

Y/N: Tell me what you want from me. (her voice came out low, laden with desire)

He smiled, but it was a dangerous smile, a warning and a provocation at the same time.

Niki: Do you want to belong to me? Really? (he traced a finger along her jawline, pressing just enough for her to feel)

She nodded.

Niki: So show me.

Without warning, he pulled her by the wrist, making her stumble towards him. The collision between their bodies made her heart pound against her chest.

Y/N: You scare me sometimes. (she whispered, her lips slightly parted, feeling his breath against her mouth)

Niki smiled, her eyes dark like a storm about to break.

Y/N: And yet, you keep coming back.

He held the back of her neck, his fingers digging into her hair, pulling her head back while his lips slid down to her neck.

Niki: Because I am everything you want. Everything you need.

His teeth grazed her skin, and Y/N shivered, her whole body begging for more.

Niki: Say that.

She gasped.

Y/N: You are everything I want. Everything I need.

He chuckled softly, satisfied.

Niki: Good girl.

The hours turned into blurs. Time lost all meaning. It was just skin against skin, breathless gasps, hands holding, squeezing, marking.

Each touch was a promise of something deeper. Something that could destroy both of them.

He threw her onto the couch, his eyes burning into her like fire... Niki climbed on top of her, their bodies fitting together with cruel precision.

Niki: You have no idea what you're asking for.

She pulled him by the collar of his shirt, her eyes shining with defiance.

Y/N: I have. I want everything. I want you to take me. I want you to break me and rebuild me. I want you to have me in a way that no one has ever had me.

He growled low, holding her wrists and pinning them above her head.

Niki: You won't escape from me. Never.

Y/N: I don't want to escape.

His lips crushed hers, wild, possessive, as if he were claiming something that was already his.

And at that moment, Y/N knew.

She would never be the same again.

Niki possessed her in a way that no one ever had.

And she loved it.

The apartment was shrouded in twilight, illuminated only by the reddish glow of the cigarette Niki held between her fingers. The smell of burnt tobacco mingled with the scent of her skin, still warm from his touch. Y/N was sitting on the rumpled sheets, her body marked by his desire, but her eyes said she still wanted more. Always wanted more. But he still hadn't given her what she wanted most, he never penetrated her, he didn't love her, he just used her body, marked it, and when she thought he was finally going to fuck her, he stopped.

He watched her in silence, his gaze sharp as a blade, assessing her as if deciding what to do next.

Niki: You talk about devotion with such certainty... (he exhaled the smoke slowly, his voice hoarse and laden with a silent danger) But how far would you really go for me?

Y/N leaned in, their hands sliding over his chest, their eyes shining with excitement.

Y/N: As far as you want.

He smiled, but it wasn't a sweet smile. It was the kind of smile that sent shivers down your spine.

Niki: Then prove it.

She tilted her head, fascinated.

Y/N: What do you want me to do?

Niki extinguished the cigarette and held her chin between his fingers, forcing her to look at him.

Niki: I want you to show me that there is nothing above me. Nothing you wouldn't do to please me.

Her eyes sparkled with the promise of chaos.

Y/N: Tell me.

He got out of bed and picked up a small knife from the table. The metal glimmered under the dim light as he slowly opened the blade.

Niki: Your body already belongs to me. Your body already belongs to me. But I want your mark. I want you to prove that you are mine in a way that you can never erase.

Y/N trembled, not from fear, but from pure excitement. His heart was pounding.

Y/N: Do you want me to tag you?

Niki approached, sliding the cold blade along her arm, without pressure, just to tease.

Niki: I want you to carry me in your skin. Forever. That every time you look in the mirror, you remember that you are mine.

She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

Y/N: Give me that.

He handed her the knife, his eyes fixed on hers, waiting for any sign of hesitation. But Y/N did not hesitate.

She pressed the blade against the skin of her rib, feeling the sharp sting of the cut slowly opening. Not a deep wound, just enough to leave a mark. So that each scar would tell the story of his obsession.

She gasped, but a smile spread across her lips when she looked at him.

Y/N: Now you know.

Niki's eyes shone with something primal. He took the knife back and ran his thumb over the cut, watching the warm blood slide down her skin.

Niki: You're crazy, Y/N.

She laughed, breathless.

Y/N: And you love it.

He didn't say anything. He simply grabbed her by the waist and threw her onto the bed. His body pressed against hers, his lips capturing hers with an insatiable hunger.

Niki: You deserve a reward, my devoted girl.

Niki pulled her to him with a force that mixed possession and raw desire, their bodies colliding with an almost animalistic need. He held her as if she were something precious, but at the same time dangerous, something he needed to consume to satisfy himself.

Niki: You are so mine that it scares me. (he murmured against her lips, his teeth tugging at her lower lip with a cruel softness, only to then bite harder)

Y/N gasped, their hands digging into his shoulders.

Y/N: And you are the only thing that makes sense in my madness.

The declaration came out in an urgent whisper, but laden with truth. He laughed softly, a rough sound laden with provocation, and then pushed her against the mattress, as if he couldn't hold back his own desire any longer.

His eyes roamed over her body as if it were something sacred and, at the same time, forbidden. He wanted her entirely, without restrictions, without limits.

Niki: You have no idea what you cause in me, Y/N, (he said, as his fingers slid down her waist, marking every inch with firm pressure) It's not normal. It's like I'm always a second away from losing control with you.

Y/N: Then lose, Niki. (she taunted, her eyes challenging him, her lips slightly parted in pure anticipation)

That was all he needed to hear.

Niki traced his lips down her neck, biting and sucking her skin while his hands explored her body with relentless precision. He wanted to imprint his presence on her in every possible way – marks, touches, muffled moans.

When he looked at her again, his eyes were filled with something almost insane, a need so visceral that it made the air in the room feel denser. He penetrated her without warning, she saw stars, his thick and large cock filling her hole that had been desperate for him for so long. He didn't give her time to adjust, his wild thrusts tearing moans and pleas from her.

Niki: You like being mine, don't you? (he asked, but it was more of a statement)

She arched her back, her entire body surrendered to him.

Y/N: I love being yours. Only yours.

He smiled, and the smile was pure dominance, pure possession. He held her wrists above her head, pinning them against the mattress while his body pressed against hers with intensity.

Niki: Good girl. (he murmured, before claiming her lips again)

His movements were calculated, but full of urgency, as if he wanted to explore every inch of her, to extract every possible sound from her mouth. Each touch, each kiss, each bite was proof that she belonged to him – and only him.

Niki: Say it again. (he demanded, his voice laden with authority as his eyes pierced hers)

Y/N: I am yours, Niki. (she said without hesitation, her voice trembling with desire)

He groaned softly, as if her words had ignited him even more.

Niki: Good girl. (he repeated, and this time, his reward came in the form of a more intense, more demanding touch, full of everything they were together: madness, desire, and obsession)

Y/N held his shoulders, her nails scratching his skin as their bodies moved in a rhythm that bordered on frenzy.

Niki: You are my drug, Y/N, (he murmured, his lips against her ear) And I will keep using you until there's nothing left of you.

She moaned, his words burning in her mind like gasoline thrown on a fire.

Y/N: So use me, Niki. Break me. Do whatever you want with me.

And he did.

The room filled with the sound of the two, muffled moans mixed with whispered words and promises made in the heat of the moment. The world seemed to have disappeared, leaving just the two of them, trapped in an endless cycle of pleasure and obsession.

Each movement was an affirmation. Each touch, a mark. Each word, a bond that tied them even more.

When they finally succumbed to exhaustion, their bodies intertwined on the rumpled sheets, he pulled her closer, his fingers gliding over the mark she had made for him.

Niki: You truly belong to me now. (he murmured, his lips brushing against her forehead)

Y/N: I always belonged. (she replied, her voice low but full of conviction)

And while he held her close, Niki knew that the addiction was mutual. He was as much hers as she was his.

The following weeks were an uncontrollable spiral of desire and madness. Y/N and Niki were trapped in a dance that had no beginning or end, consuming each other until nothing remained but the chaos they shared.

He was unpredictable, like a fire that could either warm or consume completely. Each encounter between the two was different: sometimes tender, other times brutal, but always charged with the same overwhelming intensity.

One night, he took her for a nighttime drive. The city was silent, the outside world seemed non-existent as they drove through deserted streets.

He stopped the car in an isolated spot, the city lights in the distance like a distant glow on the horizon. Without saying a word, he pulled her into the back seat, his eyes shining with that mix of lust and obsession.

Niki: I can't wait, (he said, his voice hoarse as his hands slid around her waist) Every second without you is a waste.

She laughed, provocatively, as she unbuttoned his shirt with calculated slowness.

Y/N: Then don't wait, Niki. Take me now.

And he took it. The cramped space of the car became their world, the windows fogging up with the heat emanating from both of them. He made her moan so loudly that Y/N had to bite his shoulder to hold back, but that only seemed to fuel him even more.

Again, he appeared unexpectedly in her apartment while she was preparing dinner. He pulled her by the hip, turning her against the counter with a predatory smile.

Niki: You look so beautiful like that, all distracted, thinking you have control. (he whispered, his lips brushing against her neck)

She raised an eyebrow, amused.

Y/N: And do you think you can just show up here and take control of everything?

Niki didn't respond. Instead, he slid his hands over her body, bending her against the counter as his movements became bolder.

Niki: Are you still asking? I am the control, Y/N.

And once again, he proved it, leaving her breathless, the dishes forgotten, and the food burning on the stove.

But the relationship between the two was not just made of passion. There were mysteries surrounding Niki, secrets he kept like treasures. One of them was the room at the end of the hallway in his apartment. He had forbidden her from entering there since the first day.

Niki This room is not for you. (he said once, his voice low but firm)

Y/N: Why? (she asked, trying to hide her curiosity)

Niki: Because some things should remain hidden.

She never questioned him after that, but her curiosity grew every day. And then, one afternoon when he went out to take care of a mysterious matter, Y/N was alone in the apartment. She noticed something different: a small metal key left on the living room table.

His heart raced. It was the key to the forbidden room.

"Don't do that," a part of her warned. But curiosity was stronger.

With trembling hands, she took the key and walked down the hallway, stopping in front of the door. Turning the lock slowly, she felt the click. The door opened with a low creak.

What she saw inside made the ground seem to disappear beneath her feet.

The room was full of photos of her. Photos taken from afar, in moments when she never realized she was being watched. Some were old, from years ago, even before she met Niki.

There were also personal items: a bracelet she had lost in high school, a notebook that had disappeared during college, a lipstick she never found again.

The air felt heavy, oppressive. She looked around, each detail falling upon her like an avalanche of revelations.

He was already obsessed with her long before she even knew who he was. All of this – their relationship, the desire she felt, the madness they shared – had been carefully planned by him.

Y/N barely had time to react before feeling a presence behind them.

Niki: You shouldn't have seen that. (the voice of Niki sounded low and dangerous in his ear)

She turned slowly, staring at him. He was standing there, the wicked smile curving his lips.

Y/N: So all of this... you... planned everything? (she asked, her voice almost a whisper)

He shrugged, moving closer to her until he cornered her against the wall.

Niki: Of course. Do you think I would leave anything to chance? I saw you, Y/N. Long before you saw me. And I knew... I knew you were mine. I just needed to make you realize that.

She should be scared. She should scream, run, do something. But instead, a slow smile curved her lips.

Y/N: You are crazier than I imagined.

He laughed, a low and hoarse sound that made her body tremble.

Niki: And you love it. Don't pretend you don't.

She stared at him for a moment, and then they both started to laugh. A laugh that seemed crazy, uncontrollable, full of something only the two of them could understand.

Niki held her by the chin, their lips colliding fiercely.

Niki: You are perfect for me, Y/N. Too perfect to let slip away.

Y/N: Then don't let me escape. (she challenged)

Niki: I'm not going. Never.

The room was shrouded in shadows, with only the faint glow of an old lamp illuminating the walls covered in sickening evidence of Niki's obsession. Her photos, the objects lost over the years, everything was there, exposing the brutal truth: he wanted her long before she even knew he existed.

Y/N should be shocked. She should feel fear. But all she felt was a burning fire spreading through her body. His gaze, full of possession and wickedness, burned her like a hot iron.

Niki: Look closely around you, Y/N, (his voice was a dark whisper, sliding like poison onto her skin) This is your altar. I adored you before you even knew my name. Each photo, each item... (he took a strand of her hair between his fingers, slowly wrapping it) ...is a piece of you that has always belonged to me. Just as you, completely, belong to me now.

She gasped, feeling her body respond to each word.

Y/N: You are sick, Niki.

He laughed, a hoarse sound full of mockery.

Niki: And you? You are so wet for me right now that it's almost pathetic. Don't try to pretend, because I see everything, Y/N. I've always seen it.

His fingers slid across her face, down her neck, and squeezed gently, just enough to remind her who was in control.

Niki: I made you exactly what I wanted. I shaped you, I transformed you into the perfect girl for me. And now... (he pulled her roughly, making her fall to her knees before him, her eyes slowly rising to meet his) ...you're going to act like the well-trained little dog I know you are.

Her chest rose and fell quickly, the humiliation mingling with the suffocating desire. He knew exactly how to bend her, how to make her crawl for him, how to destroy her and rebuild her at the same time.

Niki: Open that mouth, my love. I want to see how far your devotion goes.

Y/N obeyed without hesitation, and Niki's wicked laughter was the last thing she heard before drowning completely in it. His cock going deep into her throat, tears streaming from her eyes along with drool dripping from her chin.

She looked at him, desire and humiliation mixed in her gaze, but also the growing acceptance that, somehow, he had always been in control.

With a cruel smile, he watched her with a predatory intensity, feeling confident that he would have her his way. Niki knew that she was more than just simple obedience – she gave herself body and soul, and that excited him in a way he could never explain.

He filled her mouth with his cum.

Niki: So, that's what you want, isn't it? Prove your devotion, show how much you are mine.

Y/N didn't respond immediately. The silence between them was heavy, laden with expectation. She just stared at him, her hands clenched into fists against the ground, waiting for his next move.

With a slow movement, he approached, his fingers sliding to her chin, forcing her to look at him more intensely. He could see in her eyes the mix of desire and resistance, but Niki knew there was no more room for resistance between them. She knew he completely dominated her, but at the same time, she liked it.

Niki: Do you have any idea how much this excites me, Y/N? (he whispered, his eyes focused on her as if she were his prey, and she somehow knew she was becoming part of something darker than she had ever imagined)

He pulled her closer, their bodies so close that Y/N could feel the heat and the control he had over her in every movement, in every touch.

Niki: You will do exactly what I say. (Niki stated with unwavering confidence) Every inch of you is mine to control, to mark, to consume me.

Y/N felt a shiver run down her spine upon hearing his words. The power he had over her was beyond any explanation, and although she knew that her submission to him was consuming her, something inside her could no longer resist. He knew exactly how to break her and rebuild her.

He positioned her as he wanted, Niki's fingers touching her skin in a way that mixed sweetness and hardness, something that left her lost between pain and pleasure. The way he took her, how he manipulated her, seemed to make her surrender even more to him.

Niki: I built you this way, Y/N. I left you exactly at the point of no return. (he murmured, as if this were a declaration of victory, a game only he knew how to play)

With each word and touch, she felt more and more the pressure of his control over her, and her desire for him only grew. He knew what she needed, he knew exactly where to touch her, how to make her react, and that drove her completely wild.

And deep down, deep down, Y/N knew he was right: she was his, completely his, in every way he desired. She had become the reflection of his obsession, the living proof that he had finally managed to tame her.

The room, filled with their evidence, became the stage for an unrelenting truth: they were made for each other, no matter how dark or destructive it was.

Niki, with a more intense gaze, observed Y/N for the last time, as if deciding the next move, and then pulled her closer. She knew that, from that moment on, there was no escape. They were beyond any limit. And she, no longer resisting, completely surrendered to what he desired.

The night unfolded in a spiral of desire, a game of power, control, and surrender. Both knew there was no turning back, and that what bound them now was something unbreakable, a mutual obsession that would consume them until the end.

Next week's challenge: Contamination

✿ If you don't reblog and comment, you can be sure I'll be showing up in your dreams tonight... and I won’t be as sweet as in the story ✿

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swedish leather goods

a/n: as soon as I saw this picture on ig yesterday, I couldn't help but to have some Thoughts™ about this man and his leather pants. english is not my first language and it's my first attempt to write nsfw* in a LONG time, but I hope you guys like it. if there’s anything I should correct, let me know 🖤

*female reader; thigh riding, explicit language, dirty talk, pet names, google translator swedish etc. MINORS DNI!

You had spent the evening mostly looking at him from afar. With the already busy schedule enhanced by the buzz of a last night on a world tour, it would be normal for you guys to be mostly apart for the afternoon and evening, only meeting after the show, later at night. You understood the sense of urgency surrounding your boyfriend while on tour, and were truly proud of him - and everything he had been doing with this band and crew - always happy to join their travels whenever you could.

And tonight, specifically, it all seemed a bit more intoxicating than usual. He made sure to save the best for last - it kinda felt like a delayed gratification for the both of you, in a way - he got you right where he needed you; and you were in awe of him, ready to give him what he wanted while also getting some relief of your own.

After the concert, you both went back to his hotel room and his stoic facade finally broke under your stare. Sitting on a leather couch at the corner of the spacious room, he couldn't contain his proud little smirk and you couldn't hold back an incredulous yet humorous smile. In a matter of seconds you were attached to him, both hands holding his face while you hungrily kissed his lips.

As you break the kiss, moving one of your hands to the back of his head, firmly yet gently tugging on his hair, he softly bounces his leg, coming in contact with your intimacy. Through all of those layers, still, the electricity doesn't fail to make you sigh in pleasure.

Joakim, pleased by your reaction, smiles briefly and unbuttons your pants, signing for you to get up and take it off along with your underwear. He knows you well - knows you're about to complain about the difference between your attires - and he's quick to signal his intentions once again. He softly taps his thigh, motioning for you to climb back on top of him.

As you do so, you momentarily hesitate to completely relax against his body, mentioning, with a mischevious smile, that you don't want to ruin his pants.

He looks at you with a certain gleam in his eyes - that dark yet gentle, sultry admiration he reserves for you - and replies:

- Go ahead, älskling. I got them 'cause I knew you'd like them.

And with that, he's swiftly motioning your hips towards his leg. As your center touches the rich fabric covering his thigh, you can't contain the surprised little sound that escapes your throat - neither the growing wetness between your thighs - and you can't help but to do it again. Each motion of your hips carry a bit more of intention, confidence and eagerness - it feels way too good to stop.

And Jolly's raspy voice on your ear adds even more depth to it. He sees the evidence of your arousal all over his clothed leg, and loves how you so prettily cling onto him as your hips alternate between sweet circles and going back and forth on top of him, dragging your sweet little pussy all over him, coating his new attire in your essence.

He intently watches as you move to his knee, pressing your clit against it. The texture of the leather against the delicate area, mixed with your own slick made your heart beat faster and your head pound. Alternating between that and rubbing yourself all over his thigh, everything was overwhelming. The stern yet luxurious, buttery mosaic feel of the leather against your center, combined with your own wetness and the light grip of your intimacy on the material - alternating with how good it felt against your splayed pussy, how easy it was to just keep going - to keep wanting more of that sweet, mind blowing torture. His firm leg occasionally lifted to meet up with your movements, never failing to make you moan his name so sweetly.

And your sweet boyfriend, staring at you in adoration - and just a bit of a provocative sense of humour - couldn't help but to whisper against your ear:

- Are you enjoying yourself, sweet girl? Making a mess all over my thigh... I saw how you looked at me earlier, älskling. Is this what you wanted? To rub your pretty little pussy all over me? Does it feel good, min kärlek?

At that point, you were a moaning mess. Your eyelids barely open; languid moves of your hips driving you crazy and hypnotising your awaiting boyfriend, as he gently kisses your neck and says:

- I'm waiting for an answer, min söta.

To which you dreamily reply, with your back arched and head thrown back:

- Yes, it feels amazing. Feels so, so good, Jolly. Thank you…

You don't see it, but his face progressively goes from incredulous to pleasantly surprised at your words. He keeps encouraging you, desire and love showing through his voice:

- What a good girl you are, mitt hjärta... keep going, baby. You deserve it. Keep going, sweet girl...

And it was all becoming too much. He knew it. You felt it deeply, even more urgently than in other ocasions. The urge to chase that high in such a teasing, unforgiving manner, combined with your boyfriend's deep voice and tight grip on your waist impelled you to move faster, more thrilling and desperate than before.

As your cries fill his ears and your body trembles in his arms, he's gently nibbling on your neck, as he comes down from his own high, unexpected and powerful, intoxicating his senses as he makes his own quiet mess in his pants.

You look up at him, lifting your face from the hidden comfort of his neck, searching for his eyes as you both process what had happened. As you rest your chin on his shoulder, registrating that you weren't the only one who had been affected by the evening's events, you press a soft kiss to his cheek, then say:

- It seems I wasn’t the only one to make quite the mess, was I?

To which he replies, tender voice giving away a shy smile:

- You're mesmerizing, dear. I couldn't help it. Plus, as the saying goes... twice the mess is twice the fun, älskling. Ain't that right?

[gadriezmannsgirl]

Hi! Love your work could you write a gavi × reader where reader is on vacation in Spain and gavi sees her from afar and he can't stop looking at reader like live at first sight and his friends see him watching you and tell him to make a move and he does and his friends tease him bc he finally found someone

Celebration fic for the 1K followers✨

Vacations with Love at First Sight -P.G6

Summary: At vacations the last thing you both thought was falling in love.

You were in delight when you got your vacations after studying so hard for five months and two weeks straight, Uni was kicking your calm, patience and sleep hours and now you were done, you were finally getting them back for another two weeks. And it may not be the whole time you'd like but it was what you get and you were going to take the best of it.

You and your friends wanted and decided (After a lot of begging to your parents), that you were going to spend the two vacations week in Ibiza, you have rented the house you were staying in for, you have the food, the restaurants, everything.

And now after three days of being there already, you were loving the idea of coming next summer to Ibiza, the place was so nice and quiet enough to reload your batteries and have a great time with your girls.

What you didn't know was that you had a little admirer looking at you three tables away.

Pablo Gavi, who was also in Ibiza with his friends after a hardworking season with the Barcelona and the National Team, had his eyes on you since the moment you walked through the door with a smile on your face.

"Would you stop looking like a creep?" Adbe, one of Pablo's friends said

"I'm not a creep"

"Please, you have been looking at the girl ever since she came here" Javi joined besides him as Pablo gave him a look "You're not even trying to hide anything" Pablo rolled his eyes as his friends laughed lightly "She's pretty"

"Yes, she is" Aurora nodded agreeing with her boyfriend

"C'mon, Pablito" Fermín smiled at his friend "Go talk to her"

"She's pretty but I don't like her. I can't distract myself with girls, I need to focus for the next season. Besides, she's with her friends, she won't pay attention to me or will just think I'm stupid"

"She won't" Aurora replied "You obviously like her, season is over now, you can relax yourself and have a great time Pablo. Girls won't distract you from anything"

"I won't go"

"Fine. I'll go"

"Aurora, what are you doing?"

"Making friends" And that's how the seven guys watched how Aurora walked over to your table and a few seconds later, you stood up grabbing a chair from the empty table besides you and invited her to sit, which she gladly did

"Oh fuck" Carlos said laughing "Your sister's amazing"

The guys were laughing while Pablo was shaking his head softly looking at you, wondering how easy was for his sister to engage a conversation, he couldn't believe it.

"Aurora's calling me" Javi said standing up

"You're leaving?"

"My girl calls" The guys laughed before Aurora appeared

"The girls are okay with you sitting with them, if you'd like"

"This is your chance, Pablito" Mario said smiling and standing up "It's okay to have someone, you know?"

"Yes, Pablo" Fermín nodded "Stop with those things going on your head, be free and happy"

Pablo sighed watching his friends go around your table, watched how you got two tables together for all of you and slowly let himself stand and walk towards you.

"Hello" He tight smiled and inmediately he was received with your smile and a wave "Where can I sit?"

"There's a seat next to Y/N" Javi said inmediately and it was as if he knew who you were, his eyes went to yours and you smiled moving your chair to the side leaving a seat free for him.

He instantly went to sit next to you with his nerves at the top of his head and actions

"Hello" He heard your voice and instantly fell in love with it, he smiled at you "Y/N Y/L/N" You stuck your hand out and he shook it

"Pablo Gavi" He smiled

"You're Aurora's brother, right?" He nods

"Sorry if she came out a bit too much" You shake your head

"She's lovely"

And that was the start of a conversation with Pablo. Both of you, hitting it off instantly, no one, not even your girl friends, dared to disrupt your conversation with the Sevillano.

"I'm gonna go and bring me another drink" You said standing up "Guys... You want a refill?"

A few "yes" came through the table as you picked their drinks

"I'll help you, girl" You best friend, Pamela said standing up

"Don't you worry, Pamela" Fermín said "Pablo can help her"

Looks were directed to Pablo "Yes, of course!" Pablo said standing up and helping you with the drinks.

You walked over and asked for the refill and as you waited, you and Pablo were in silence for the first time of the evening.

"Y/N" You heard your name being called and you turn to Pablo "What are you doing later?"

"Um- I don't know... Maybe later with the girls go to our room and watch some movie or go to the beach, why?"

"I was wondering if you'd like to go out?" He asked and you smile softly nodding

"Sure, where are we going? Are the guys coming as well?"

"I meant just you and me" Pablo said nodding while pointing to him and you

"Oh! Yes, of course!" Your nods and smile calmed him down "Where are we going?"

"Wherever you want to" You laugh nodding

"What time?"

"Does 5pm sound good?" You nod "Perfect. Make yourself prettier than you already are"

"You think I'm pretty?"

"I don't think you are pretty. You are pretty, I'm just lucky to see it"

"You're a charming one, Pablo" He smiled feeling the blush come to his cheeks "And a very shy one as well"

"Ay, cállate" (Oh, shut up) You laughed carefree as you were being watched by Javi, Aurora, Mario and Fermín

"Told you he was gonna do it" Mario said happily

"I'm happy for him" Fermín said

"So are we" Javi replied for him and for his sister. You came back with the drinks and instead of sitting, you remained up

"Seat's free to sit" One of your friends, Melisa joked as you laughed lightly

"I know it is but we won't sit right now"

"Why?"

"We are going on a walk" Pablo answered smiling softly "I'll bring her back before 9pm"

"You better" Your best friend, Pamela said with a smile "Take care guys"

With a smile, Javi opened his phone and went inside their group chat "Distracted already?🥴 You left your glasses"

And with that text a lot of teasing came through to the poor Sevillano, who couldn't care less about his phone at the moment, he was happy he followed his friends advice.

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[icycoldninja]

Hey it's me again, how are you?

So ....if you're free a request on how Dante/Vergil will react to their rather reserve and prude s/o saying that they meet a guy who she thinks is Dante/Vergil level attractive, as for s/o they were the epitome of handsomeness. And if even the guy tries to hit the reader under the guise of friendliness

I'm doing great, thanks, what about you? 😄 About your request, I chose to do a separate fic for each boy cause they deserve it. Vergil's will be out later--enjoy! 💜

Hot (Dante x Reader)

Warning: Light Yandere-ish behavior towards the end.

The one thing in the world that Dante aspired to obtain, more than anything else, was your admiration.

Getting it wasn't easy; you were very quiet and preferred not to make remarks on people's physical attributes. You liked to silently judge them from afar, noting everything about them and locking these observations away into the secure safebox that was your mind.

Only on incredibly rare occasions would you voice your opinions on someone's look aloud--and even then, you used your words sparingly.

So when you complimented Dante on his new haircut one day, he was absolutely flabbergasted. Finally, after all this time, he had earned your recognition.

From that point on, you were a little more open with him, and soon, chatting became more relaxed and natural. You began to disclose your true thoughts about him, which soon led to you admitting (though somewhat nervously) that you had a crush on him.

Dante was shocked, not expecting you of all people to be interested in him. He wasn't complaining though--this was great! He'd had hidden feelings for you as well; your reticent behavior was quite attractive to him, as he needed a stoic rock upon which he, the wild card goofball, could lean upon.

With confessions finally out of the way, you found it easier to inform Dante of just how highly you thought of him--something that sent his ego to the moon.

"You're hot, Dante."

"I'm hot?"

"Very hot."

"How hot?"

"The hottest."

"Well I'll be damned, you finally admitted it. I'm just kidding, thank you for your compliments. Love ya."

Though rare, compliments like that from you made Dante's day. There was nothing more meaningful to him than your praise and the knowledge that you considered him the greatest and most attractive person in the world.

Imagine the devil hunter's absolute astonishment when you came home one day and told him about this random guy you met who was supposedly as hot as him. He was unable to believe his ears--you, a normally quiet and reserved person, was now gushing about this man! Gushing! Praises were flowing from your mouth like water from the bathtub faucet, something that was not only rare, but unacceptable!

"He's really good looking," You continued, as you had been for the last hour or so, while toying with the hem of your top. Dante shifted boredom in his seat, resting his chin against his palm. It was obvious he didn't like this conversation, but you were too busy talking to notice. "I don't even have words to describe it...he's hot on your level. Yeah, that's it, he's Dante level hot."

At that moment, something within Dante snapped. It was like a light switch had been flipped on, except instead of turning on a light, it activated a quiet, hidden rage. Thankfully, you didn't notice; you were too busy rambling on about your newest obsession. "Say, babe, what's this dude's name?" Dante asked, careful to keep his tone casual. You replied without a second thought, not bothering to second guess Dante's reasons for wanting to know this.

Satisfied that he'd gotten the information he needed, Dante patiently endured the rest of your overly exuberant conversation, taking comfort in the fact that once you were tired of talking, he could go out, track this guy down, and make sure that he would never steal your attention ever again.

[lucy90712]

English love affair- Fermin Lopez

A/n: yes this is loosely based on the 5sos song I remembered it existed recently and haven't stopped listening to it 

Fermin's POV

It's always fun getting to visit a new country especially to play football but I've never known somewhere to be as rainy as England or London specifically. It's done nothing but rain since we landed but still the boys insisted we go out and explore as we have some free time they quickly regretted it when our umbrellas all turned inside out in the wind so we all decided to just go and get some lunch and watch the busy London streets from somewhere dry. The place we ended up in because it was close was actually rather nice and it was quiet too with just a few other table none of which seemed to pay any mind to us which hopefully means they don't know who we are. 

Once we were sat down one of the other groups caught my eye it was a group of girls who looked around my age. It wasn't just the girls that caught my eye it was one of them in particular I don't know what it was about her but I couldn't take my eyes off her she isn't my usual type but she is just so strikingly beautiful it's hard not to admire her. As soon as I noticed her I didn't stop staring which I know is creepy but the way she smiled and laughed with her friends was just so mesmerising. Out of all places to meet such a beautiful girl a tiny restaurant in the middle of London is not what I expected but I'm not going to complain. 

"Hey are you still with us bro" gavi elbowed me 

"Yeah yeah" I replied not looking at him 

"What have we been talking about for the last 10 minutes then?" Pedri asked 

"The game" I guessed 

"You know it's creepy just to stare at that girl right" Joao said 

"I'm not staring" I lied finally taking my eyes off her 

"You so are" Pedri said 

"Has fermin found love at first sight" Gavi teased 

"Stop it guys she'll hear you" I whisper yelled at them 

"Surely you want her to hear us there's no point just staring at her if you don't say something you'll never see her again" Joao said 

His logic was sound I can't lie. There is no point admiring her from afar if I don't say anything I'll never see her again and if she rejects me well then I don't have to face her again which would hopefully make it easier to take. That makes it sound simple but it's not that straightforward I'm not the best at talking to girls I never know what to say like do I just introduce myself do I compliment them it's all so complicated and I never seen to get it right. Of course in this situation there is the added problem of the language barrier I speak English pretty well but I don't know if I know enough to have a conversation with her and sometimes accents complicate things. It's a lot to think about but there isn't really time to think about it as she could leave at any time and I need to have something to say. 

For the rest of lunch all the boys kept trying to give me pointers on what to say some of which were serious but most were jokes. They also tried to find her Instagram for me but they were entirely unsuccessful which didn't surprise me as we don't even know her name but they tried nonetheless. While they talked among themselves I noticed that she was finally getting up to leave and as if it was meant to be her friends all left her so I had no reason not to take my chance. I was going to get up and talk to her but the boys pushed me out of my seat before I could get up and told me not to come back until I'd spoken to her. I approached her as she turned to leave her table and we locked eyes for the first time and I nearly froze but I didn't I kept walking towards her. 

"Hi I'm Fermin sorry if this is too forward but I thought you were really pretty and wanted to introduce myself" I said 

"Thank you Fermin I'm y/n" she said 

"I know this seems a lot but I'm only here for a few days so would you want to go and get coffee or something as long as you're free" I said 

"That sounds great I have the rest of today off as long as you are available" she said 

"Great you might have to guide me on where to go if you couldn't tell I'm not from here" I joked 

"I have the perfect place to go" she said 

With that we left together and I texted the boys telling them I'll pay them back for my part of the bill later. As we walked wherever she wanted to go we got to know each other a bit more she told me that she was in fact my age and that she's still in university studying psychology but she's on a break which is why she's out with friends during the day. I told her a bit more about myself but I didn't tell her exactly why I was here because I want to get to know her more before I tell her that I play football because that can really change how girls act around me. I'd love to believe that she wouldn't be like that but you never know there's girls I've met before that I thought wouldn't be so obsessed with my career but they were although I do think y/n is different. 

She took us down a few backstreets before we reached this cafe which only had two other people in it which was perfect. As soon as we entered the lady running the place came over to ask y/n how her studying had been going and she offered us our drinks on the house but y/n insisted on paying. If I didn't already like her that interaction only confirmed my thought that she was just truly a lovely person and that's something I find really attractive in a girl. We sat in a quiet corner of the cafe and sipped our drinks but mostly we just didn't stop talking. I've never had such a connection with someone before, it sounds like such a cliche but we really got on like a house on fire instantly. She's really just perfect I've never found someone I love everything about from the moment I met them but that's how I feel with y/n, every good quality you would want she has she's kind, patient and not to mention absolutely beautiful. 

After finishing our drinks and getting to know each other we both had to leave I'm supposed to  eat with the team for dinner and she had to do some studying but luckily her place is on the way to my hotel so we got to walk together. However the walk wasn't very long and before I knew it we had to say goodbye. I didn't want this to be the last time we see each other so I just kind of blurred out that I'm here to play football and invited her to the game. Naturally she had a few questions but I answered them and she agreed to come to the game tomorrow which is how I got her number so I could text her all the details she would need. 

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Your POV

With my week off from uni I expected to see some friends and just unwind a bit but instead I ended up going out with a guy and not just any guy a Barcelona player who is playing a match in the champions league today and invited me to go. To say I'm nervous would be an understatement, I've never been to a football match before let alone been invited by a player so I have no idea what to expect. All I do know is that I'm really excited to see Fermin again he's such a nice guy and incredibly attractive plus we connected really well so it would've been a shame if we only saw each other once before he had to go back to Barcelona. 

Last night I did so much googling to learn as much about football and Fermin's team as possible I don't know how much I retained but I tried my best. Something I definitely did remember was that this was an important match for the team so they will really want to win and I really hope they do because I'd love to see Fermin happy. I also realised that football was a lot more popular than I thought as Barcelona had over 120 million followers on Instagram and Fermin had over 2 million. Knowing how popular Fermin and the team were did make me anxious because I have less than 50 followers and a private account which I'm fine with because I don't like the attention but I think Fermin is worth the possible complete change in my life. 

Time went by so quickly today before I knew it I was supposed to be getting ready to leave which meant deciding what to wear. The obvious choice would be a Barcelona shirt but I don't own one so I can't do that instead I just put on some blue jeans and a red top so I was close enough to wearing the Barcelona colours. I did some simple makeup and did my hair but that was all I had time for as I had to get to the stadium and find my seat before the start of the match. 

Getting to the stadium actually wasn't too bad but I got so lost trying to find my seat as Fermin didn't get me just any ticket he got me a vip ticket which meant I had a really good seat but it was hard to find the right entrance. Once I found my seat I was offered drinks and all sorts of other things but I just wanted to sit there as I was feeling really nervous all of a sudden. Everyone else in the vip section was very clearly either important people or wives/girlfriends of the players which made me feel a little out of place. Everyone had designer clothes on their hair done all nicely and perfect makeup and there I was in clothes I've owned for years with barely anything done to my appearance. Most of them were also speaking Spanish which I have a basic understanding of but I couldn't make out a word they were saying so I just kept to myself. 

The match was very intense which I think was made worse for me because I didn't really know what was going on but it ended up in a Barcelona win which really made me happy. All of the players celebrated in front of the fans before finally leaving the pitch which was my cue to find my way down to the locker room as Fermin told me to meet him down there after the game. I saw some of the other girls from my section of seats heading a certain way so I just followed them and luckily they were going the right way and I found where I needed to be. I text Fermin to tell him I was there whenever he was ready but seconds after I sent the text he was coming out the door with the biggest smile on his face which made me smile even more. He ran straight over to me and gave me a hug clearly still high on adrenaline but it loved it. As he pulled away he gave me a kiss on the cheek which made me blush so hard I probably looked like a clown. 

"Congrats you guys were so good out there" I said 

"Thank you did you enjoy the game?" He asked 

"Yeah it was a bit confusing but the atmosphere was amazing" I answered honestly 

"That just means I'll have to see you again and explain the rules" he smirked 

"I might need more than one lesson the offside rule seems a bit confusing" I joked 

"I wish I could spend more time with you but we leave tomorrow morning" he said 

"But if it's ok with you I'd love to walk you home so we can spend more time together" he added 

"I'd really like that" I said 

He had to go back to the team for a bit but he gave me a water bottle and an apple incase I was hungry which made me laugh but I appreciated him caring so much about me. He wasn't gone that long but when he came back a few of his teammates followed him so he introduced me to them quickly as they wanted to meet me. They were all so sweet that it actually made me even more sad that they were all leaving and this little fling or whatever it is I have with Fermin will be over. We are lucky to have a bit more time together even if it is just the walk back to my place I will take all the time I can get. 

Fermin took my hand and we walked back to my place together very slowly so we could have more time together. As we walked it became darker and colder outside until it started to rain which is very typically England it always rains at the worst times. I did bring an umbrella but that lasted less than a minute in the wind so we were getting soaked but I didn't care at all I'd stand out here forever if I was with Fermin. He seemed to feel the same as neither of us walked any quicker we just accepted the fact that we were going to get wet and it was worth it. Eventually we made to right outside my apartment building and it was time for us to say our final goodbyes and I can't lie I felt tears in my eyes. It feels somewhat stupid to be so attached to someone I just met but we just had an instant connection and I don't want to let it go just yet. 

"I can't believe how much I don't want to leave you right now" Fermin said 

"I really don't want you to leave either" I said 

"I know we are both busy but promise me that we will try and keep in contact and if it doesn't work then it doesn't work but I can't let you go like this" Fermin said 

"I promise I'm not going to give up on this" I said 

"Can I kiss you?" he asked 

All I did was nod which was enough for Fermin as he leant in and pressed his lips to mine. We were both freezing from the rain but I felt so much warmer when his lips met mine which told me that our connection as new as it is is very real. I've never felt like this when kissing anyone before let alone a first kiss which I think is the universes way of telling me that I've met someone special and to not give up on this without a fight. We kissed for a bit longer before we both pulled away and just stared at each other with our foreheads connected until we couldn't just stand there anymore. Fermin gave me one last kiss and promised he'd text me tomorrow before leaving to head back to his hotel leaving me to go inside and come to terms with all of the millions of feelings I had running through me.

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2 years later 

Just last week I submitted my dissertation and finished my degree it has been a hard few years but I'm proud of myself for doing it. The big changes in my life don't end there though as not only have I put a big part of my life behind me but I'm moving to a completely new country. Fermin and I have been together for nearly 2 years now and today is the day I finally move in with him in his place in Barcelona. The road to get here has been long but it all feels worth it Nke that I'm going to get to see him in person everyday not over the phone. 

Our relationship hasn't been normal in any way in fact our first date was over FaceTime and we started dating before we even had our first kiss as he asked me to be his girlfriend over FaceTime too. There has been lots of ups and downs and there has been times we have nearly broken up as we were so stressed with other things which affected our relationship but we made it. It feels like the hard part of our relationship is over and from now on I feel like it will be plain sailing. We have always had a special connection from the second we met but that really comes alive when we get to be together in person so getting to live together and be there for each other everyday is going to be so amazing. 

As much as I love Fermin with my whole heart deciding to move to Barcelona wasn't an easy decision. My whole life has always been in England like my friends and my family and I wasn't sure if I was ready to let go of all that and completely start my new life. Fermin was so supportive as well as I made my decision he told me if I needed to move back home for a bit longer to find myself outside of education then he would support that. Ultimately I decided that it was time for me to take the leap and discover who I am with him as I want him to always be part of my life so we decided we'd move in together which it some might seem risky but we know each other so well that neither of us thought it would be a problem. 

Preparing to move has been quite stressful as I've been shipping my things to Fermin so that I only have to bring some things with me on the plane but now I'm ready to go all I feel is excitement. Sitting on the plane sending my last text to Fermin before I land and we get to be together forever felt amazing but strange at the same time the long distance chapter of our relationship is finally coming to an end. The entirety of the flight all I thought about was all the things we can finally do now that we get to spend more time together like we can go on weekend trips if he has time off or spontaneous midweek dates and even just the things regular couples do together. 

Coming through the doors into the arrivals area Fermin was waiting there for me, he spotted me in seconds and we just ran towards each other. His arms wrapped around my waist as he engulfed me in the tightest hug I've ever experienced he held me so tight that he lifted my feet off the floor which he took to his advantage and spun me round. Once he finally put me down his lips were attached to mine almost instantly and we shared what I think was the best kiss we've ever had. 

"I'm so glad you're finally here and our lives together can finally begin" he said 

"I can't wait to see what the future holds" I said  

[thebunnednun]

Hey! You write for Sabo? If u do... can you write Sabo x Marine reader? This man needs more attention

Bound by Justice Sabo x Marine! Reader

My love, I'd write just about anything for this man.

Babes, we are adding another husband to the list!!

Ngl, I think he's a real cutie, and in a perfect world, Sabo and Ace are protecting Luffy like the good big brothers they are.

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Don't be afraid to send me any requests my loves and if you are waiting for the next installment I have my masterlist posted!

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The moon hung low in the sky, casting an ethereal glow over the deserted streets of the coastal town. Sabo, shrouded in the darkness, moved with the grace of a shadow as he watched the marine outpost from a safe distance. His mission tonight was crucial, yet his thoughts were unexpectedly drawn to her.

She was a force to be reckoned with, a marine with a fiery spirit and a heart of gold. Sabo couldn't help but admire her from afar, her dedication to justice both inspiring and captivating. It was a dangerous game he played, allowing himself to be drawn to someone on the opposite side of the conflict, but he couldn't deny the pull she had on him.

Meanwhile, at the marine outpost, she paced the dimly lit corridors, her mind racing with thoughts of the day's events. Her encounters with the notorious Straw Hat Pirates had left her questioning everything she thought she knew about the world. But amidst the chaos, one thing remained clear to her: her unwavering commitment to protecting innocent lives, even if it meant defying orders.

As she rounded a corner, she caught sight of a familiar figure lurking in the shadows. Instinct kicked in as she reached for her weapon, ready to confront the intruder. But as the moonlight fell upon his face, she recognized him instantly.

"Sabo," she breathed, her voice a mixture of surprise and disbelief. "What are you doing here?"

Sabo stepped forward, his gaze meeting hers with a mixture of determination and something else, something she couldn't quite place. "I could ask you the same thing, Marine," he replied, his voice low and steady. "But I think we both know the answer."

She felt her heart race at his words, a flutter of excitement mingled with fear coursing through her veins. "I won't let you interfere with our operations," she said, trying to sound stern despite the uncertainty in her voice.

Sabo chuckled softly, the sound sending shivers down her spine. "I'm not here to cause trouble, I assure you," he said, taking a step closer to her. "In fact, I could use your help."

Her brow furrowed in confusion. "My help? With what?"

He hesitated for a moment, his gaze searching hers as if trying to gauge her reaction. "There's someone I need to protect," he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. "Someone who means everything to me."

She studied him for a long moment, sensing the sincerity in his words. Despite everything, she couldn't bring herself to turn him away. "Lead the way," she said quietly, her resolve firm as she followed him into the night.

As they made their way through the deserted streets, Sabo couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at him. He knew the risks of involving her in his mission, yet he couldn't deny the sense of relief he felt having her by his side.

Suddenly, a commotion up ahead caught their attention, drawing them towards the source of the disturbance. As they rounded a corner, they came face to face with a familiar figure: Luffy, the infamous Straw Hat Pirate.

Sabo's heart clenched at the sight of his brother, battered and bruised yet still defiant in the face of danger. Without hesitation, he rushed to Luffy's side, grateful for the marine's presence as they worked together to fend off their attackers.

Amidst the chaos, Sabo stole glances at the marine, marveling at her strength and determination as she fought alongside them. He couldn't help but admire her, her fiery spirit a stark contrast to the darkness that threatened to consume them all.

As the dust settled and their enemies retreated into the night, Sabo turned to the marine, a newfound sense of gratitude and respect burning within him. "Thank you," he said softly, his voice laced with emotion. "For everything."

She smiled at him, a glimmer of warmth in her eyes as she returned his gaze. "Anytime," she said, her voice soft yet resolute. "After all, we're on the same side, aren't we?"

Sabo's heart swelled with affection at her words, a sense of belonging washing over him like a wave crashing against the shore. In that moment, he knew he had found something worth fighting for, something worth risking it all for.

As they stood together in the moonlit street, a silent understanding passed between them, binding them together in a bond that transcended the boundaries of their respective worlds. And as they walked into the night, side by side, Sabo couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected twist of fate that had brought them together.

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[moonlightdarlings]

giving them a surprise hug | the bad batch

a/n: pics not mine! this was genuinely relaxing to write! i’m so sorry this is late- i had such bad writers block and i didn’t want to post anything that i'm not proud of. nonnie, i hope this meets what you wanted and of course, thank you for requesting 🫶🏼🥰

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the shock! the surprise! he didn't expect you, of all people, to come up and suddenly hug him. it's all very welcome though since he absolutely adores you, but you don't know that. his crush on you is just amplified when you make moves on him.

"get off me. do you have glue on your arms or something?"

“no. you’re stuck with me,” you defiantly replied, “whether you like it or not.”

“well…uh. you’re welcome to stay in my arms,” he softy mumbles.

later in the day, he ends up spilling to you that he’s liked you since you first insulted him. he’s just glad you’re as crazy about him as he is about you.

tech

he doesn’t know how to respond when you come behind him and hug him. he definitely knows that his heart beats faster with you around but he’d rather keep that to himself. he's so in love with you and he's such a softie.

“may i ask why you are hugging me?”

“i like you, tech.”

oh. OH. his brain stops functioning a little after hearing before asking, “did i hear that right?”

he smiles softly to himself as he whispers back, "i like you too, darling." you don't know yet, but he's already daydreaming about the moments you'll share together as a couple.

echo

echo thinks you're so cute when you ran in front of him to give him a massive hug. but somehow, your hugs always last a little longer each time. he knows you have a crush on him, and he knows his feelings toward you.

"you're comfy."

"oh? does that make me your new pillow then?" he teased.

"perhaps..." you muse.

his eyes soften upon realizing that you'd be his forever, quietly whispering, "i think i love you."

"did you say something, echo?"

he smiles at you in response, no words are needed for his feelings anymore.

wrecker

as someone who likes both you and physical affection, wrecker is so happy about the hug. he's not shocked either about you coming to his side and hugging him. in fact, he appreciated your hug as he had just finished a mission that involved high-stress levels and heights.

“just what i needed.”

“what?” you inquire, “a hug? or you mean- my hug?”

"well- i mean, your hugs do feel nice but i prefer your hugs."

you glance up at him, smiling softly as you admire how pretty his eyes are. he knows you're staring, and he knows that you're definitely his future. you make him feel at home, truly loved and that's a bonus in his eyes.

hunter

he’s always admired you from afar. due to his heightened senses, he wasn’t too shocked about you sneaking up behind him, wrapping your arms around his chest. he relished the moments with you, as life seemed to slow down when he was with you. 

“oh? what’s this?” 

“just a hug for my favorite person,” you giggle, “you’re warm.” 

"my waist is free real estate..uh if you'd like another hug?" he states slowly, scratching the back of his neck, not knowing what to do with his hands now that they aren't around you.

you end up confessing your crushes to each other at the same time.

a/n: hi! this is later than i would've preferred to post this, but late is better than never :) i really loved writing the dialogue for this and i was inspired by the kdramas i'm currently invested in! i hope you enjoy and thanks for reading 🫶🏼

[saikoucorps]

.CONFESSION✰

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ summary : Momo has been observing you from afar for a while.. what happens when she tells you her true feelings?

𑁤 tags : Momo Yaoyorozu x gn!Reader, Yandere!Momo, obsession, stalking, confession, one-sided feelings, implied drugging, angst if you squint, no beta we die like men.

WORDS . 688

It wasn't obvious, at least, to you. She would rant about you to the girls, she'd talk about how amazing you were to her and how impressive you are.. From afar, it seemed like she just admired you. She did—but it was more than that.

She was in love with you.

She'd offer study sessions to people as a group, but for you, she offered those sessions one on one. Just you two. She'd somehow know what was in your shopping cart because the next day, it'd be at your dorm door. If you were lucky, she'd hand it to you in person.

She wasn't secretive. Every gift had her name on it.

She was always there when you needed a shoulder, or if you needed help. She'd talk about your pet cat that you never mentioned before. You always played it off, maybe you forgot you told her.

Somehow, she knew your every location. She once texted you to grab her some tea bags at the store. You never told her you were there. You still did, though. Maybe it was obvious. To everyone but you.

It never occurred to you that she loved you, at least that way. You guys were just great friends! Well, you could admit she was pretty. You appreciated everything she did for you.. but you couldn't feel the same way.

She told people you were hers. It led to people asking you if you two were together.. in her head, you two were.

In your head, she was just a good friend.

Maybe you shouldn't have been so surprised when she asked you out, or more specifically, told you her feelings. How she really felt.

You noticed a note had slid under your door. When you opened it, you realized Momo had written it. You could tell immediately. Her handwriting was easy to recognize. It had told you to meet her in her dorm. It only took you thirty minutes.. she never gave you a time limit. The moment you knocked once the door swung open.

"Y/n! Come inside!" She opened the door wider, inviting you in.

You greeted her with a smile and a simple 'hey'. She closed the door and offered you some tea, then had sat both you down at a table.

"There's something I've been meaning to get off my chest, I hope this isn't a bad time for you."

"No, not at all! What is it?" You took a sip of the tea she gave you. Every tea she brew always tasted amazing.

You didn't expect anything in particular..to you, this was a normal hangout. One you two have frequently.

"Over these past few months, I've really enjoyed our company together.. you've always made me happy. In fact, you're amazing, Y/n. You're smart, strong, and independent. You always manage to impress me and everyone else.. you're amazing."

She took a deep breath.

"Which is why I couldn't help but gain feelings for you. I truly admire you. I found myself watching everything you do, learning everything I possibly could about you.. I couldn't help myself.. I know everything about you."

"Wait, wha—"

"I'm deeply in love with you. Unfortunately, knowing everything about you came with a cost. I know you don't feel the same.. but I just can't let that be. Don't you see Y/n? I'm perfect for you!"

The tea you had in your hand was empty. You were completely shocked.

"Momo.. I don't—"

"I know. It's sad. That won't stop me though! You never give up, even when the odds are against you.. which is why I won't either. You'll love me just as much as I love you!"

You went to reply to her, but you couldn't. Your whole body felt numb, drained, and tired. You felt yourself get dizzy as if the world was spinning around you.. your eyes became heavier.

"Soon, you'll understand this is necessary.. I love you, Y/n."

She rested a hand against your cheek as you became unconscious.. unable to stay awake anymore.

Maybe you should've saw this coming.

It should've been obvious.

[thepenguinwriter]

Cherri Bomb ☆ How you started dating

- ☆ The two of you met trough a mutual friendship with Angel

- ☆ Her energy was honestly refreshing to you, better than the usual chaos of Hell

- ☆ Neither of you fell in love quickly

- ☆ But when you did, boy was it obvious

"Seriously, Cherri, for fuck's sake, just confess already!" Angel groaned to his friend. "Confess to who?" Cherri asked, her tone distant. Her gaze was focusing on something - or rather someone else. "Satan's asscrack, Cherri, you are so obvious! Ya think I don't notice you admiring Y/N all the time from afar?"

"What? They're hot!" Cherri defended herself, gesturing toward you in the distance, unaware of their gaze. Angel just shook his head.

- ☆ In the end she couldn't take this weird feeling anymore and ultimately did decide to ask Angel for advice

- ☆ Of course he helped her set up a date for the two of you

"Y/N! OVER HERE!" Cherri exclaimed, catching up to you on the street. "You uh.. you busy tonight?"

"No, why?" You asked, tilting your head. "I just wanted to ask. I have a reservation for a restaurant, you wanna come?"

"I guess so, sure."

- ☆ You ended up going to the restaurant with her

- ☆ It didn't take long for both of you to get bored out of your minds and ditching the restaurant idea

"Cherriii, where the fuck are you taking me?" You groaned as she led you somewhere, a blindfold on you. "Will you chill out for once? Seriously Y/N, you're so horrible with surprises."

- ☆ It turns out she led you to a simple roof, on a tall building in Pentagram City

- ☆ You just stood there, people watching and talking about whatever you felt like

- ☆ Then of course Cherri's chaotic energy took over

"Hey, bitch! You wanna try this?"

- ☆ She handed you a BOMB.

- ☆ But the way she looked at you.. you just couldn't resist

- ☆ You two ended up blowing shit up for the whole night, until you were both somewhat tired

- ☆ That was when Cherri confessed

- ☆ At the door of your apartment

"Tonight was fuckin awesome, don't you think so?" She asked you with a big grin, nudging your shoulder. "Yeah, it was!" You replied excitedly.

- ☆ She looked at you for a few moments, pondering. Then, she went for it

- ☆ In a moment, you found yourself in the warm embrace which was Cherri's kiss

- ☆ She expected you to pull away, but you didn't. You leaned in.

- ☆ None of you confessed or admitted anything. But your action made your feelings clear.

- ☆ You belonged together.

A/N: I felt like I needed to do Cherri after Angel because she's just so chaotic! Hope I did her justice!

[alj4890]

First Night Out

(Tobias Carrick x F!MC) in a rewrite of Book 1's Chapter 2

Here you go @jerzwriter 😉 I took your challenge. Here's how I think the bar scene would have gone if it had been Tobias instead of Ethan.

Masterlist

Donahue's...

"Tequila?" Chris winced as she swallowed the dreaded yet needed shot.

Jackie snickered over her reaction. "Too much?"

"No." Chris slammed the empty glass down. "I've never really liked the stuff. Whiskey is the only way to unwind after work."

"Your Scottish is showing." Elijah teased.

She shrugged with an unrepentant grin and twirled the empty shot glass with her hand. "Still true though."

"I don't care what we drink." Jackie pointed out. "Just as long as it gets the job done."

"It was a rough day." Sienna shuddered after swallowing her second shot. "Rough but satisfying."

Landry waved down a waitress and asked for glasses of water for the table.

"We've only begun and you're already wussing out?" Jackie laughed.

"No!" A deep blush creeped over his face and ears. "But we do have to be back at work first thing tomorrow morning."

Jackie rolled her eyes. "So does the majority of people here and you don't see them doing anything other than enjoying themselves."

She pushed another shot towards him. "Live a little."

He hesitated then did as she said.

Chris slid out of the booth.

"Where are you going?" Jackie asked.

"To enjoy myself." Chris replied, her signature smile lighting up her face. "And to get a decent drink."

Urging the others to join her on the dancefloor, she gave in to the music and relief that she'd somehow survived her first day at Edenbrook.

Little did she know that from across the bar, she was being admired.

"Another, please." Tobias told Reggie.

Taking a sip, he allowed his attention to be solely captured by his latest rookie.

Dr. Christy Valentine had done nothing but surprise him throughout the day. She stepped up without hesitation to help a woman who'd collapsed before her shift even began. She didn't panic when it became dire, like many interns did their first few months. He was impressed with how quick her mind was able to assess and accurately diagnose the problem.

With her first assigned patient, she went above and beyond in not only making the patient heard and calm but in not giving up on finding the true cause of her illness.

Tobias liked her. He knew if he wasn't the one supposed to mentor her into greatness that he'd have liked her right off the bat. After hours spent observing her from afar, he saw she had a quick wit that he'd love to go toe to toe against.

She was also, especially in that outfit, damn sexy.

His eyes traveled down her body while she danced. He took in the mass of red hair piled into a messy bun. Tendrils of that silky hair had escaped the pins and brushed against her cheeks. Her green eyes sparkled with her simple joy in cutting loose for a change.

His attention lingered there before appreciating her chosen outfit. That green blouse of hers knotted at her breasts could make a man ache. The cut outs at the shoulders were made for one's lips to graze her pale skin.

Then those shorts. He softly groaned when he got a perfect view of the curve of her backside. He had no idea when he first met her that she looked like that underneath those scrubs.

"Holy hell." He muttered to himself. "She's going to be nothing but trouble."

As if sensing someone talking about her, Chris looked around and paused when her eyes collided with his. His breath hitched when she flashed a smile his way.

He couldn't help but smile back.

Chris was about to go talk to him, when she was pulled off the dancefloor by Bryce.

"Come on, Valentine." He teased, eyes lingering on her cleavage. "Let's see who's the best."

He handed her some darts.

"What do I get if I win?" She asked.

Bryce leaned closer, a flirty smile gracing his lips. "Whatever you want."

Chris tapped a dart against her cheek as if thinking it over. Her attention drifted once more to see Tobias watching her.

"I think a round of drinks for my friends." She decided.

Squaring up before the board, she told him to go ahead and put the order in.

Bryce laughed along with the other surgeons over her cockiness. "You're on the wrong team, Chris. You should join the surgeons with that amount of confidence."

She smiled and without even having to aim, hit three bullseyes in a row.

Everyone's jaws dropped. Sienna squealed with victory while Jackie and Elijah called out their orders.

Chris broke away from the good natured teasing and made her way to the bar.

"Dr. Carrick." She slid into a barstool next to him.

"Rookie." He teased. "Enjoying yourself?"

"Can't you tell?" She propped her head on her hand to study him in a more relaxed setting.

"Oh, I can tell." He smirked over the rim of his glass. "Not only do you dress the part, you live it."

A slow, seductive smile began to form on Chris's face. "Why Dr. Carrick? Should my attending notice what I wear?"

"I don't think there's anyone here who could ignore you or you in that outfit right now." He replied with a wink.

Chris felt her heartbeat race at the thought she had somehow caught his attention. It'd been difficult enough to ignore how handsome he was at work. His kindness in encouraging her to keep searching for Annie's true health issues had gone a long way in making her first day great.

Having a chance to work with a man whose career she admired had been a dream come true. She hadn't anticipated how much she wanted to get to know the real him, the one he was when not at the hospital.

"You look like you could use a drink." He waved Reggie down. "What'll it be?"

"Whiskey." She responded.

"Two." He added, motioning towards his own empty glass.

"Finally, someone who knows what to drink." Chris relaxed back in her stool.

"You should join me more often if you admire my drinking preferences that much." He teased.

"I just might." She took a sip and sighed deeply over the welcoming warmth fishing through her body.

"That good or was your day that bad?" He asked.

"It wasn't bad at all." She responded. "I was challenged and I was lucky enough to have a doctor willing to give me a chance."

He tapped his glass against hers. "You did good, Valentine. If you keep this up, you'll be running the hospital before you know it."

She laughed, shaking her head over that notion. "That's never been my goal. I only want to be the best diagnostician I can be."

"You're on your way." Tobias smiled softly at her. "Let's hope you don't lose that drive, for all our sakes."

"I won't." She vowed. "I've worked too hard to get here. I can't falter now."

"You'd be surprised how many doctors do." He swallowed a healthy gulp. "There will be days when you face unwinnable odds and wonder why you even try. Then you'll remember that if you don't, who else is going to step up and do it."

Chris allowed his words to soak in.

"I understand."

He chuckled. "You don't, not yet anyway, but you will."

"You're ending my night on a slightly depressing note." She teased. "Any chance you have something positive to say?"

"I already said you did good." A twinkle came to his eyes. "Fishing for more compliments?"

"Maybe." She finished off her drink. "It doesn't have to be all about work, you know."

Tobias stilled. "Ah. So, we're delving more into that territory."

"Ummhmm." She hummed.

"Chris," he leaned closer to her, "there's something you need to think about before we cross that line."

"And that is?" She prodded.

Tobias slowly smiled at her. "Look, I won't lie. I am attracted to you."

"The feeling's mutual." Chris responded.

"I have no problem seeing where this could go." He told her. "The thing is, are you going to be able to work with me if we do become involved?"

He held his hand up when she was about to answer.

"Seriously, think about it. There will be times I'll push you, Chris. Can you put whatever develops between us away until after you leave the hospital each night?"

Tobias paid for their drinks.

"Or, if you'd rather see where this attraction goes but don't want me as your attending anymore, then we can find you another doctor to work under."

Her eyes widened. "You'd be willing to do that?"

"If that's what you want." He squeezed her hand. "Think about it. Take as long as you need, then let me know."

He paused on his way out. "If you realize you don't want to chance anything, I'm fine with being just your attending."

Chris watched him leave. Her heart raced at the notion that she could have whatever she wanted with him. Though he told her to think about it, she knew there was no doubt in her mind.

I want something more.

The only thing she had to decide was whether or not she could handle working with him while doing so. The sole reason she applied to Edenbrook was to hopefully work with Tobias. She didn't want to miss out on learning from him.

"Can I separate the two?" She wondered.

She wasn't sure, but she knew she was willing to try.

[arrieebooks]

Favorite

Precious Weapon Drabble after chapter 8

Pairing : Sierra Six x F!OC (Elle) x Lloyd Hansen.

Summary : Her and Six's favorite things to do after every mission. Quickly, it becomes Lloyd's favorite thing to do too. 

Warnings : Fluff. Teasing. Wholesome Six. Implied smut. Comfort. Tiny angst. 

Word count : 4.5k. 

Author's note : Just about a week after chapter eight. 

***

After every single mission, it's almost the same routine now with all of them.

They all get cleaned up, do a quick debrief, then have something to eat. But, sometimes, Lloyd steals her away and keeps her with him until the morning. When he doesn't, Six has his time with her. 

Though, he doesn't drag her to his room, unless it's already getting late. They usually take their time to relax and spend the rest of their day together, unbothered. Since they never get a break from the missions and the ops. Not even during the weekends.

Six never complains, even when sometimes he gets limited time with her or has to take turns with Lloyd. He's just grateful to be there and truthfully, he's happy that they're finally getting along and being closer than ever. Plus, they all needed this unwritten schedule to still give some space to her.

"Honestly, that movie was horrible." Elle honestly remarks in their home theater, after they've just finished the newest film. It's just her and Six, cuddled up on one huge leather chair together. She's been sitting on his lap comfortably, ignoring the other five seats around them. 

Court lifts his eyebrows in surprise. "Really? I kinda liked it." he softly protests. 

Her face softens and she slowly smiles. "I don't think I've ever heard you say that. You don't normally like anything. It's very hard to get you to like something." she points out. 

He frowns, smoothly brushing her hair away from her face. "That's not true. I like you. A lot. More than that, actually." he truthfully confesses, admiring her facial features closely. 

Her smile widens as her cheeks blushes. It was very rare for him to say anything remotely romantic or affectionate. He's sweet, but also simple and direct. He hates to feed her bullshit, cheesy words so he never does. And confessions aren't usually his thing. When he likes something, he never actually says it out loud.

She still continues to smile and he stares at her with a certain affection and intensity. Her nose scrunches. "Why are you looking at me like that?" she asks with a giggle. 

Six's lips tug into an easy smile as he shrugs. "You just… your smile. It's cute." he quietly admits, touching her cheek.

Elle giggles again, revealing her dimples as she grins. "Yeah, well, I'm happy." she softly replies.

He gives her a proud look, nodding his head. "Good. That's good." 

Her face lights up, suddenly coming up with an idea. "Hey, let's go for a night swim upstairs." she suggests. And like always, he immediately agrees with her. There's nothing in the world that he wouldn't give her just to see her smile again. 

***

Six is an extremely slow swimmer when it comes to swimming with her. He just wants to enjoy the water and relax. 

But as for her, she likes to do a fast lap around their pool, over and over again. She needs to get tired before bed so she can sleep well tonight. Drain her energy in a useful exercise. This is probably the only workout she'd ever willingly do. 

Court stands in the water, searching for her. She's on the other side of the pool, doing another swimming style. "How do you still have so much energy even after that mission?" he plainly asks her from afar. 

She lets out a hearty laugh which echoes through the huge indoor space as she moves to a floating position. "You know I have unlimited stamina, right? I mean how do you think I could put up with Lloyd every day and every night? It requires extra energy." she casually says. 

He frowns, suddenly remembering his absence. "Speaking of, where is he? I haven’t seen him all night." Six asks her, attempting to walk in the water to approach her. 

She shrugs casually, swimming closer to him. "I think he was getting groceries in a different supermarket. I know one that's a little bit further from here." she simply answers, still enjoying the cold water against her skin.

He simply nods as they're both almost close to each other. "He seems different, don't you think? Like something's bothering him. He's been a little distant this week." Six softly points out.

She tries to ignore his observation, knowing deep down what's actually been bothering him. It's been a week since they've both known the truth about her incident in the hospital, behind each other's back. She has been waiting for him to tell her instead, but he hasn't. She's still going to give him a chance, at least until a few more weeks. If he won't, then she's going to do that big secret mission that Denny will assign her to. 

"I don't know. He seemed normal to me." She calmly lies to him and hopes he won't notice at all.

Court finally reaches her, immediately holding her waist underwater as their lips are inches apart. "Okay. It's just a little weird that he has to drive all the way to a different shop just to get groceries. I feel like he's distancing himself because of us."

"I like spending time with you more, anyway." she bluntly admits. 

He frowns, knitting his eyebrows in confusion. "What happened with you two?" he carefully asks.

She quickly shakes her head, not wanting to raise any suspicion. "Nothing. It's just that he's always so needy and clingy. Which is good, for some moments but most of the time, I just want to chill and enjoy our time together. You know, like you and me. We don't have to do a lot of things when we're together and we'll never be bored or unhappy or unsatisfied." Elle honestly tells him the truth. Most of the truth, that is.

Six slowly cups her cheeks and her brown, wide eyes stare up at him. "Our relationships are always going to be different, Elle. You knew that from the start and you liked the balance." he reminds her, gently. 

She gulps, nodding her head. "I know. I just meant that I could just relax when I'm with you. And I like that."

"Well, we still have the whole night. We could do whatever you want." he sweetly offers with a small smile creeping up on his lips.

Her smile stretches wider as her hands wrap around his neck. "Well, what about doing nothing?"

Court breaks into a soft laugh. "Yeah, doing nothing sounds great." he approves.

"Good." she says, tipping her face up to press a quick kiss on his lips as he smiles against her lips. He does that all the time. It's his favorite thing to do because he knows what it does to her. 

He leans forward, deepening the kiss passionately and she opens his mouth for her. His hands pull her in closer while her legs casually wrap around his waist underwater. "What happened to doing nothing?" she asks in between kisses, almost being out of breath.

His hands hold the back of her head as he kisses her possessively, trying to devour every inch of her lips slowly. He's practically almost stealing her breath away from her lungs and she's loving it. "Yeah, fuck that." Six suddenly curses, a small smirk growing on his lips and she could feel it. He usually never curses, except for some heated moments with her when he can't control himself. 

She giggles, pulling away slightly and he quickly catches her lips with his. He nibbles on her bottom lips, not wanting to actually hurt or bleed her. Her hands are already under the water, trying to take his swim trunks off.  "Not here." he whispers into her mouth as she groans softly.

"Why not? We got the place to ourselves. Literally." she argues, making a point since this is an indoor pool for them only. 

Court shakes his head. "Lloyd could walk in." he protests. 

She smirks against his lips, her other hand cups his jaw. "So? Even better. He could watch." Elle teases.

Speaking of the actual devil, the elevator opens from the far side of the room and they don't even stop what they're doing. She knows that it's Lloyd. She had recognized his heartbeat and his footsteps when approaching someone. As much as she'd hate to admit, she knows him inside and out, all too well. And they're almost alike. 

Six breaks the kiss first before turning his head to him. "Hey, how was the grocery trip?" he asks him, slightly flustered from the situation. He's never been caught in the act before with him because they're always doing it in the bedroom only. Yet, he doesn't feel embarrassed at all. He's feeling something else. 

She turns around and smiles up at him. "Hey! Join us in the water." she invites him.

He doesn't answer either of them, instead he frowns while he walks closer to them with heavy footsteps. "No. Elle, get out. I need to talk to you." he demands sternly as she rolls her eyes. He's back to his asshole mood again.

Lloyd sits by the pool bench while she lifts herself up the water, effortlessly and stands up easily. He gets up, gently grabbing her by the arm as he drags her to the corner, right beside the shower room. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he asks her, annoyed.

She shrugs his hand off and crosses her arms against her wet swimsuit. "We were just having a little night swim." she calmly replies.

He scowls, squinting his eyes at her. "What? It's almost ten fucking pm, Elle. We have another mission tomorrow morning. You can't just decide to have a little fun at night whenever you feel like it, especially dragging Six into this." Lloyd lectures her and she sighs tiredly.

She looks at him with disbelief. "Well, I'm sorry that Six and I aren't the type to just stay in our room and fuck all night. We actually do real activities, something that you couldn't possibly understand." she harshly retorts. 

He frowns deeper, trying to figure out what she's implying here. "What does that have to do with this? You need to learn how to separate the mission with our relationships. And you're acting like I'm the one who always wants to fuck. If you never wanted to, you could've always pushed me away. You're way stronger than me, Elle." he points out, his last words are softer. Because if she did, he'd accept it anyway and gave her some space. 

She shakes her head. "Well, I didn't want to. I do… want you still, Lloyd. But I just want us to sit back and relax sometimes. I know that's hard for you so I never asked. I never wanted to push you to do something you hated." she finally confesses to him, hesitantly. 

His eyes look into hers with a certain regret. "I don't hate that. You're very wrong, actually. Well, not entirely, but… I'm still new to all these things. I never even moved in with anyone or even let them sleep on my bed. I am getting used to it though. With you." Lloyd softly admits, even though he hates every second of expressing a single feeling. 

She deserves the truth. Just not all of the truth. He still wants to protect her and her feelings. And sometimes, he feels like she isn't ready for it yet. It does have to do with the fact that she's still new to this whole world of murder and corruption. Maybe, deep down, he's scared that once she's exposed to all that, she'd be different or distant. The agency changes everyone who sinks deep enough into it. It happened with Six and him. After about a year working, they were so distinct and barely could even recognize themselves. 

Her face softens and slightly raises her eyebrows as she steps closer to him. "Fine, but you still shouldn't have stormed in here and interrupted a very heated moment." she softly whispers at his face. 

Lloyd frowns, cocking his head to the side. "No, there's no way that Six would do it in a pool." he argues as a smirk slowly grows on his lips. He knows the man too well but is also aware of the effect she has on him. They both would do anything for her, even though they don't like what they'd be doing. Just to keep her smile linger for a little while and to hear her bubbly, full of life laughter.  

She huffs, rolling her eyes playfully. "Well, I was about to convince him to and then you walked in. So, now I'm officially frustrated thanks to you because we'd be going to bed right after this." she complains to him. 

His smirk turns into an eager smile. "You know I could always help you with that." he offers seriously, his eyes wandering down at her perfect figure in that favorite black swimsuit of hers.  

She scrunches her nose, shaking her head. "No, it's fine. We do have that mission tomorrow morning."

He lifts his eyebrows, scoffing gently. "Oh, I get it. You're turning the tables on me." Lloyd figures it out, smirking to himself, thinking that he's got the upper hand now. 

Elle lets out a soft laugh while she leans against his body, wetting his dry clothes purposefully. He stares down at her as his hands rest on her hips. "Hey, Six, let's go to bed. I'm getting sleepy!" she casually shouts and he immediately listens to her, getting out of the pool.

Lloyd rolls his eyes. "You're not getting away with this, you know that, right? After that mission tomorrow, we'll have the whole evening." he teases her. 

Her lips form into a smirk. "Well, then, I guess it's a good thing that I have unlimited stamina, yeah?" she says and he nods. 

"It's only one of my million favorite things from you." he quickly replies before jutting his chin to gesture at the man behind her. Six is still wet and shirtless, trying to dry himself with a white towel as he stands close to her.

He glances at him, attempting not to look down at his perfectly toned, wet body. "How was the night swim? Good?" Lloyd asks him, in a teasing tone. 

Six nods his head, rubbing the towel on his neck. "Are you guys okay now? I heard you arguing just a second ago." he calmly points out. 

She turns around to him and smiles innocently. "Yeah, you know how we are. Either we're fighting too hard or fucking too hard." Elle boldly states in a casual tone. 

Lloyd is immediately offended, frowning at her words. "Hey, no, we actually agreed to spend more time together instead of fucking too much." A pause. "Actually, do you personally think that we fuck too much?" He asks for his opinion.

Court looks at him, genuinely confused. He shrugs, "Not really. It's not like you guys fuck all day. I think what you're doing now is normal. Not too much and not too little either." he gives his honest opinion.

He clicks his tongue, agreeing with him. "But, you know, if we didn't have all these missions everyday, we would've fucked all day." Lloyd calmly comments. 

Elle immediately grimaces, slapping his arm. "Lloyd! You're fucking disgusting!" she exclaims.

He smirks down at her and chuckles. "Yeah, but you fucking like it." he teases and she just stays silent. They both know he's right. 

Six quietly smiles, shaking his head. "We need to go to bed. Preferably separately. Or else you guys won't be able to keep your hands off of each other for a second." he makes a point. 

Lloyd nods. "Fine. But I'm carrying her." he quickly declares and the men both exchange knowing looks. 

She immediately turns around to him and shakes her head. "No, absolutely not, Lloyd—'' Her voice gets cut off by him grabbing her hips and lifting her entire body over his shoulder. 

She giggles uncontrollably while Lloyd continues to carry her towards the exit. Six follows them from behind, laughing softly at the sight of them. They look happy. Actually happy. 

Lloyd almost smiles, absolutely enjoying this moment and holding her delicately at the same time. 

She's the only source of both of their happiness and vice versa. 

***

Once everyone's all back in the penthouse, they part their ways to each of their bedrooms.

Except for Six and Elle, who decided to have a little night bubble bath in his bathroom. Technically, he offered first. Plainly and innocently. 

After soaking themselves in the warm water while laying down across from each other, she sighs relaxedly. Biting her bottom lips, she tilts her head to the side and smirks at him.

"Guess you broke your own rule, huh? Keeping our hands to ourselves?" Elle teases him, her feet slowly reaching up onto his thigh under the water.

His lips curve into a small smile, shrugging as he stares into her eyes intensely. He rests his hands on each side of the tub. "Never said it was a rule, Elle. Lloyd could join us anytime if he wants. But he did look like he wanted to go to bed right away." Six casually tells her, squinting his eyes as if to remember. 

She breaks into a soft laugh. "Could've told me if you just wanted me all for yourself tonight." she teases him again. 

Court smiles, looking down at her entire bare body in front of him. "I already do." he softly admits.

Elle blushes, attempting to keep their eye contact while she bites her lips again. "You do." she agrees.

He continues to look deeply into her eyes as if he doesn't know what kind of effect he has on her right now. "Are you and Lloyd okay, though?" Six asks her, concernedly.

She nods. "Yes. We are. Maybe we should stop taking turns. You both hate it and I could sense it." she confesses honestly, scrunching her nose and frowning a little. 

Court shakes his head. "We didn't want to crowd up your space, Elle. But if that's what you want—" 

She immediately cuts him off, leaning forward and crawling up onto his lap. "It is. I do want that. You don't have to worry about crossing any boundaries. We're literally past all of that anyway." Elle makes a true point, casually. She's referring to the fact that they're all three who have crossed every boundary possible and nothing weird's ever changed between them.

He softly smiles at her, staring down into her eyes. His hand gently grabbed her waist to pull her closer. "You're right. Always are." Six murmurs contentedly. She tips her head up and connects her lips against his, easily. It's a soft, comforting kiss. Like how they always are. 

From afar, she could hear the door open and the sound of Lloyd's familiar heartbeat. "Six! I got an idea—" he casually walks into the bedroom and cuts himself off as he spots the opened bathroom beside him. With Six and Elle both naked and covered in bubbles inside his bathtub, all over each other. 

They both break the kiss almost immediately. "Lloyd, fucking learn how to knock!" Elle shouts at him, not even bothering to look at him yet. Six just quietly smiles, shaking his head at his inability to knock first. 

He frowns, then proceeds to step forward and stops to lean against the frame of the bathroom door. Lloyd crosses his arms and smirks at them. "It's nothing I haven't seen before. Quite literally." he teases both of them. Court knew he didn't mean to walk in on them but somehow, he's sensing an agenda. There's always an agenda with him. 

She rolls her eyes, staring up at his eyes in anger and frustration. He stopped smirking. He realized how quickly her expressions changed when she looked back at him. But when she was facing Six, she had those heart eyes and she smiled with her entire face for him. She was always so softer when it came to him. Sometimes, Lloyd feels like if she was ever forced to choose, she'd choose Six in a heartbeat. He's aware that he is objectively the better man, but deep down he wishes that she'd still pick him anyway.

His smirk turns into a seemingly kind smile for her. "Oh, come on, Elle. I'm sorry, okay? I didn't know that you'd be in Six's bathtub, naked and about to do—whatever you were about to do. And for the record, none of us ever knock." Lloyd states, making an actual point since again, there are no boundaries between them. 

She sighs exasperatedly, nodding. "Okay, fine. What are you even here for?" Elle eventually asks him. 

He smiles sincerely and nods. "Right, so I was thinking about our last conversation earlier at the pool. We need to spend more time together that's less about, you know, fucking. How about we all read a good book together before bed? Tonight. Right now." Lloyd announces in a hurried tone. He knows that their bedtime is soon and he's very strict with it, especially when there's always a mission the next morning. 

Six smiles amusingly at him, cocking his head to the side. "Not bad. We can try it." he softly agrees. 

She slightly frowns, but eventually gets out of the bathtub casually and stands up in front of Lloyd, bare naked with a smirk on her lips. "Great. I have the perfect book for us." she declares. 

He has to force himself to only look at her eyes while grabbing a clean towel from behind him, on the rack. He tosses it at her and she quickly catches it. She doesn't wrap her body around it. Instead, she wipes the bubbles off and rubs her entire body with the towel, right in front of him. 

He clears his throat, looking away from her. "You could always do this in your own room." 

"Yeah, but you said you wanted to read right now. I'm speeding up the process here for you, Lloyd." she plainly says, bending down to rub her lower parts. "Also you did say that it isn't anything you haven't seen before so." 

He rolls his eyes. "You know exactly what you're doing." Lloyd retorts, looking down at her for a second. His calloused hand rubs his stache while exhaling a breath. He really hates it when she's teasing him and he can't do anything about it. He's too hard on himself sometimes and them, but he needs to be focused and disciplined on the mission tomorrow.

Court laughs softly at both of them. "I'll grab that book she's talking about." he declares as the other man throws a towel at him and he catches it immediately. 

Lloyd nods to both of them, turning around to walk away and exit the bathroom. He just realized something. Six knew exactly what book she was talking about even though she hadn't said anything. He knows her too well. More than anyone. 

*** 

Elle had picked the most twisted book she ever bought for Lloyd.

Well, technically, Six already took a decent book but she insisted that she didn't want that one and proceeded to take another one by herself. She could be very picky sometimes. The men are well aware of that. 

Once they were both dressed in their pajamas, they laid down and relaxed cozily in her bedroom. With Lloyd too, of course. She's sitting up against the headboard, right in the middle of them. Six and her are reading their book they hadn't finished yet while the other man is forced to read her chosen book. 

She looks over at him and the book he's reading for a moment. Frowning, she reaches over to his book and flips the pages until it's from the beginning again. 

"You need to start at page 1. You can't just skip a few pages." Elle bitterly tells him.

He exhales, throwing his head back as he catches her eyes. "Why are we even reading separate books?" 

She huffs, rolling her eyes. "Then, just say it. This isn't working with us. You don't like reading as much as we do. You can't force a hobby, Hansen." 

"I want this to work." he says seriously before frowning at her. "Why don't you? Why are you insisting on not making this work, Elle?" Lloyd presses her for answers, suddenly skeptical of her weird behavior. She's not usually this pessimistic. She's normally very ambitious and optimistic about almost everything in their life. 

She simply shrugs and Six looks up to both of them, arguing again. "I don't know, honestly. I feel like we shouldn't try too hard and just let things flow. We're already good together and there's nothing to repair. I just want you to stop forcing me and Six's favorite things to do on you. We all have our own special things together. We don't need mundane activities to keep our relationship stronger. It already is, on its own." Elle states in a soft, tired tone.

Lloyd slowly puts his book down and smiles up at her. "Why do you always have to be so fucking right all the time?" he finally admits, lifting his head up as his hand wraps around her torso.

Her face relaxes and giggles. "We really need to go to bed, you know. All this arguing has made us almost forget about the mission tomorrow morning." she reminds them both.

Six lets out a gentle chuckle, staring at both of them, admiring silently. "I'll go turn off the lights." he quietly offers, sliding off her bed.

But before he even steps his feet on the floor, the lights immediately switch off and her bedside lamps are automatically turned on. She did that with her mind, almost subconsciously. It has become her habit now. 

She looks down at Lloyd sleepily and he quickly pulls her into a kiss. He bits on her lips, savoring every inch of it as she smiles against his lips. "Sleep. Now." she mumbles to his mouth, still not wanting to let go either. 

Finally, Court gently grabs her arm from behind while he places a soft kiss on her temple. Lloyd and her break their kiss, both laughing softly at each other. She pulls her blanket to spread wider before landing her head on the pillow. 

"Good night." Elle whispers to them, already closing her eyes and shutting off to sleep.

"Sleep well, sweetheart." Lloyd replies, snuggling closer to her breast as he shuts his eyes. 

Six smiles again at the both of them, relieved and satisfied that they're both great again, as they've always been. He wishes that it would stay like this forever. He never wants this to end.

[throwaway-yandere]

To my dear penpal

Happy Irodori Festival! Apologies if this letter reaches you after it (which in case, Good day!), the post office where i’m sending this from has some issues with delivering letters.

So, how are you? Anything else on your mind? You have a significant other? Someone else? Well, seeing as this letter isnt…instant, i’ll tell you about mine.

Within this April, I am going to get…faux-engaged, i suppose. Quite a huge prank by my friends there, and I agreed because why the hell not, it won’t hurt anybody, right? They even got the dresses and venues and everything.

The guy i’m gonna get “engaged” to is an…interesting person. We don’t know where he came from, but somehow he got along with a friend and boom, he’s in our group. It’s more like he’s hostaged, but I digress. Anyway, that’s a long enough letter.

Do reply quickly, will you? It’s a long time before I recieve your reply.

Sincerely,

Luthien

cw: implied character deaths, manipulative behavior

From this yandere genshin secret pen pal event

✥ YOU GOT A LETTER FROM YOUR SECRET PEN PAL!!!

"Calx" tucked the letter inside an envelope and sealed it shut. 

At first, he had trouble making the letter secure, but fortunately, the blonde's assistant left a substance that increased the flexibility of any liquid molecules to make them behave similarly to glue upon contact. For once after a year or so, he praised Timaeus's genius. It saved him enough trouble from confrontations.

He needed to lay low for now. He had to stay in Dragonspine for a few days or else.

"Albedo! Albedo!" 

"Calx" froze.

"Albedo, Klee got the new pink crayons from Master Jean! I can start drawing hearts now!!!" The little elf cheered, waving it near his coat like a show-and-tell. "Please, pleeaase let me draw? Klee wants to be Lootheen's friend too, hee-hee!"

"Calx" sighed, annoyed, but there were no non-verbal cues to indicate those emotions.

He ruffled her hair robotically.

"Child, I've already sealed it. All that's left is to deliver the letter."

...

"Y-You're not Albedo..." Klee spoke, her voice bordering on a whimper. 

"W-Where's Albedo? Where's my brother?"

"What are you talking about, Klee?" "Calx" replied nonchalantly. "Your brother is right here. Shall I extract my own 'DNA' samples to prove it?"

"YOU'RE NOT MY BROTHER!!" 

Klee yelled immediately, drawing out strikes against "Calx"'s legs, but he barely moved.

"THE REAL ALBEDO WOULDN'T CALL KLEE "CHILD"- HE WOULD CALL KLEE: "KLEE"!!! GIVE ME BACK MY BROTHER!!!"

"Albedo" sighed.

With admirable swiftness, he snatched both of Klee's small yet deadly wrists and knelt to her height. His expression remained stoic, similar to how a patient daycare teacher would deal with a child's tantrums on a difficult day. 

But such an act of kindness did not reach the cold glint in his eyes.

"Klee's a big girl now, you have the freedom to follow him. You're willing to find out where your brother is, right?"

Klee nodded, face contorted in childish yet reasonable anger.

Dorian gave her a small and merciful smile.

"Then why don't you come with me? There's a statue of the seven near a cliff here. Let's ask Lord Barbatos for his guidance."

If he could laugh, he would.

As if he ever needed an Archon's guidance for anything. He knows where this child's "brother" is,

and he knows exactly where you are too, "Luthien." The faulty post office essentially confirms it.

"Where is he? Where's Albedo?"

Dorian watched as Klee survey Dragonspine's terrain near Barbatos' statue. She inched closer to the edge, squinting her eyes as though she'd find him.

"Why don't you lean in closer? Let me help you."

"Okay..."

The chalk raised his hands and gave her one gentle and friendly push.

...

No matter how much a body weighs, it sounds so much softer when landing on thick snow from afar. Then again, maybe it's just the Anemo Archon's blessing that he did not hear her screams. After all:

Let the wind lead.

[muiltfandomsqueen]

Daemon Targaryen x Female Y/N

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Warnings: Fluff, romantic emotions and love

Story type: one shot

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Female Y/N

Fandom: hbo house of the dragon

Word count: 547 words

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As the sun began to set on the Targaryen Castle, Y/n found herself lost in thought. She had been summoned by the prince, Daemon Targaryen and she couldn't help but feel nervous as she made her way to his chambers.

Despite her apprehension, she knocked firmly on the door and waited for a response. A few moments later, Daemon opened the door and greeted her with a warm smile on his face.

"Y/N, it's good to see you," he said, gesturing for her to enter. "I hope you're not too busy, I have a task for you."

Y/n nodded, feeling her stomach twist with anticipation. "Of course, my prince. What do you need me to do?"

"Its quite simple, really." He replied, taking a seat at his desk. "I need you to compile a list of all the goods that the Targaryen family has acquired over the years. Everything from gold and jewels to weapons and horses."

Y/n nodded again, feeling relieved that the task wasn't too daunting. "I can definitely do that, my prince. Is there anything else?"

Daemon leaned back in his chair and regarded Y/n with a curious look. "Actually, there is something else. I was hoping you could accompany me to the upcoming festival in the nearby town."

Y/n's heart skipped a beat at his words. She had always admired the prince from afar, but the thought of spending an entire day with him made her nerves flutter.

"I would be honoured, my prince," she said, trying to keep her voice steady.

Daemon smiled again, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Good. It's settled then. We leave at dawn tomorrow."

As Y/N made her way out of the prince's chambers, her mind raced with thoughts and emotions. She couldn't believe that she was going to spend an entire day with Daemon Targaryen. The thought made her heart soar, even as her nerves threatened to overwhelm her.

The next morning, Y/n woke up with butterflies in her stomach. She dressed in her finest clothes and made her way to the stables, where she found Daemon already waiting for her.

As they made their way to the festival, Y/n struggled to keep her composure. Every time Daemon spoke to her or brushed against her arm, she felt her heart skip a beat.

By the end of the day, Y/n was exhausted but elated. She had spent hours with the prince, laughing and joking, and she couldn't help but feel like they had developed a special connection.

As they made their way back to the castle, Daemon turned to her with a serious expression. "Y/n, I hope you don't mind me saying this, but I feel like we have a special connection."

Y/n's heart threatened to burst out of her chest as she looked up at him, her eyes wide with pure surprise. "I feel the same way, my prince."

Daemon's lips curved into a smile as he took her hand in his hand. "Please, call me Daemon."

And with those words, Y/n knew that her life had changed forever. She had found her place by the side of the prince, and she knew that she would do anything to keep that position as long as she lived.