#ah well. something something how fast the night changes

[thisbrilliantsky]

saw these going around and i wanted to try it so here u go! i chose strictly from books only, tho if any of yall want to do it don't feel constrained! i had to or i'd never narrow it down to 10 :|

[nitadllyss]

The wrong pill.

Plot: Han takes a pill for his training, not realizing it’s viagra—let alone on the day he was going to see you.

Genre:smut, nsfw, Erotic Romance, PWP.

Warnings: Smut, NSFW, use of Viagra, sex under its influence, oral sex (m!receiving), no condom use, semen, penetration (m/f), praise, etc.

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Han had been fighting hard with the staff to be able to show off his body and tattoos. For this reason, he was preparing physically with great dedication. He never skipped a day at the gym, and it was obvious how much more muscular he had gotten.

He was now getting ready to train with Changbin. They were at his house, since Han had stayed over the night before; it had been too late for him to return home. To prepare his pre-workout shake, he used Changbin's stuff.

"Where do you have the creatine?" Han asked while rummaging through the drawer where Changbin kept his supplements.

"They are the transparent capsules" Changbin answered, focused on making his own pre-workout shake.

Han took his shake followed by the corresponding pills.

Everything was going well during the training. He was really satisfied with the results he was getting. For him, gaining muscle was easier, so in a short time he could already notice a noticeable difference.

As he was training, his alarm went off to remind him to take his intra-workout pill. He was committed to getting good and fast results, so he never missed a dose of vitamins or supplements.

“Hey, Bin, do you have any intra-workout pills?” Han asked, a little worried when he realized he hadn’t brought any.

“I think there’s L-Carnitine in my bag. Check it out and take one,” Changbin said, pointing to his gym bag.

Han walked over, opened the bag, and saw a mess of pills. Changbin definitely needed to be more organized. He assumed it was one of the white capsules, so he wasn’t too careful when taking one.

About 40 minutes later, after finishing his workout, he headed home. He was excited because he would see you today. They were having a sleepover. They weren’t a couple or anything, just best friends… although Han had been in love with you forever.

As he arrived, he started to feel strange. He was sweatier than usual, and as he looked in the mirror, he noticed his neck and ears were red. He brushed it off and went to take a shower, making sure he looked good for when you arrived.

After getting ready, however, he noticed that his face was still red, his heart was racing, and most worryingly… he had an erection. And it wasn't a regular one.

He didn't understand why, but his erection was strong and persistent.

Just as he was trying to do something to disguise it, he heard a knock on the door. He felt a chill in his chest and his nervousness increased.

When he opened it, there you were, looking cute and radiant as always. But something was different. He no longer noticed how pretty your makeup or hair looked. He could only focus his attention on how your breasts stood out under the neckline of your blouse and how juicy your thighs looked under your skirt.

"Hey!" you greeted, smiling, and went over to hug him, like you always did.

"Hey, babe" he replied playfully, using the nickname he used to call you.

You smiled at him and walked into his house.

"I'm sorry if I look all dressed up, I just got back from an outing with friends. Could you lend me some comfortable clothes to sleep in?"

He felt his erection throb as he heard that. Just imagining you in his clothes was driving him crazy.

"Ah… yeah, yeah, I'll be right back," he stammered, hurrying to his room. He looked for one of his shirts and, upon returning, handed it to you.

You changed without a problem, leaving you only with the shorts that you were wearing under your skirt.

"Thanks, Ji," you said, turning around to show him how his clothes looked on you.

Was he drooling? He wasn't sure, but he was literally mesmerized by the way your breasts were poking out from under his shirt. He was going to lose control.

"Come on, let's find the movie," you said, sitting next to him on the couch and resting your head on his shoulder as he browsed through the options.

You picked a horror movie, his favorites. Han hoped it would distract him from you, but every time you freaked out and came closer, his erection throbbed harder. It had even started to hurt.

After a while, you went to the bathroom. When you came back, you froze.

Han was on the couch, rubbing the bulge in his pants, panting softly.

"Ha-Han?" you asked, approaching him cautiously. It was then that you noticed the wet spot on his clothes.

"Mmh… I'm s-sorry…" he mumbled, throwing his head back, unable to keep his hands away from his crotch.

"Han, wtf?", you said, a bit embarrassed, not fully understanding the situation.

"Please don't be mad… I don't know what's wrong with me, but it hurts so much…" he whispered with his eyes closed, wishing the earth would swallow him up.

Just then his cell phone rang. It was Changbin.

"Bro, I think you took one of my viagra pills. That, or one went missing… I hope it doesn't cause you too much trouble."

"Are you kidding me?" Han almost screamed. "Why the hell would you have that in your bag? Ahg, it would kill you!" He hung up the call, frustrated.

Now everything made sense. At least for him.

You, on the other hand, were still standing in front of him, feeling a bit uncomfortable.

Han looked up and let out a gasp as he watched you fix your eyes on his erection. His face flushed with embarrassment and he quickly placed a cushion on his lap.

"I'm so sorry..." he whispered, feeling like crying from both the shame and the pain in his pants.

"Don't worry... I'll leave so you can, uh... fix that..." you said, looking away, your cheeks flushing.

"Please... stay..." he asked almost in a plea.

You hesitated for a second, but seeing him like this, you couldn't help but feel a little sorry. And what was worse... you felt the wetness in your underwear since you noticed his bulge.

Han grunted as he felt you approach and pressed the cushion harder against himself.

“Does it hurt?” you asked, curious. You didn’t know if his gasps were from pain or pleasure.

“A lot…” he closed his eyes, rubbing himself more desperately.

You bit your lip. You hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"Would you...want me to help you?"

Han felt his breath hitch.

“You don’t have to… I don’t want you to be uncomfortable…” but his hips contradicted his words. Not to mention the way his cock thrashed around in his pants.

But instead of answering, you placed a hand on top of his and pulled the cushion off his lap.

“I want to do it,” you whispered before leaning in and devouring his lips.

You could feel him holding back in the kiss, making hesitant movements, so you went deeper, mixing your tongues and sitting on top of his lap.

He couldn't help but growl into your mouth, the firmness with which he held your hips applying pressure having that slight relief that at the same time made him thirsty for more.

They got lost in the messy kiss, Han was already more confident and in control of the situation. As he pulled away he bit your lower lip in an attempt to chase you.

"Han~" you began to move your hips in circles, enjoying how his body reacted, feeling him so firm under you.

Han was so lost, he felt very high.

He was drowning in your neck, licking and biting every trace of visible skin.

"Han wait" you pulled away from the addictive sensation of his hot and wet tongue on your skin.

"Do you want to stop?" He said a little worried and disappointed, leaving a little space.

"No, I just want to make you feel good" you smiled and gave him a chaste kiss leaving him stunned.

You climbed off his lap and knelt in front of him.

You gave his thigh a caress before pulling down his fly. Seeing the wet spot on his underwear made your mouth water. You gave his clothed cock a kiss and then a lick.

Han's hands clenching the couch, his white knuckles trying not to fuck your mouth madly.

You pulled his underwear down along with his pants to his ankles and felt the saliva pooling in your mouth.

His tanned cock with its red head very sensitive. It was shiny from the precum that bathed it excessively.

With your thumb you touched the slit of his head probing a little. You smiled at the gasps from him.

"Ahh~ Y/N don't play" he clenched his jaw a bit desperately.

You gave him a kitten lick along his length and then swirled around his tip, you felt that with so little he was close to his release.

You started jerking him off with your hands, mixing your licks and squeezes.

Han was literally struggling not to cum and that started to bother you. You took him in your mouth, sucking lightly and making a mess of saliva and his fluids.

“You look so cute like this,” he said, totally pleased by the way your chin was disgustingly dripping with saliva. His duality made you clench your legs, minutes ago he was all whiny begging like a bitch and the tone he let out was so different.

You let out a moan and took him deeper, making yourself gag.

"Mmh you like being good for me? I'm sure you were drooling seeing me hard" he put a hand on your head, gathering your hair in a handful.

You rolled your eyes and moaned again, not quite understanding if it was his tone that caused it or the simple fact of being him.

"You feel so fucking good, you have a very skilled little mouth" he threw his head back growling at your gasps.

Determined to make him cum you forced your poor throat accompanying with your hands squeezing and massaging his balls.

You felt his cock move in your mouth.

"Mmh Y/N w-wait" he tried to stop your movements, but you only stood firmer, watching him stagger was everything.

Out of instinct he pressed your head towards him, betrayed by his pleasure seeking body.

Then after a few more seconds he cum in your mouth with many thick loads straight to your throat.

The growl followed by a pornographic moan was beautiful. He threw his head back and let go of your head.

"Was it good?" You said smiling licking your cum stained corners.

"It was literally amazing" he smirked and covering his eyes with his arm.

"Thanks Y/N" he said looking at you and caressing your cheek with his thumb.

You snuggled into his hand lovingly until you saw him frown.

"What? You're still hard? How is that possible" you said stunned, he was still rock hard AFTER CUMMING.

"It's not really something I can help" he grimaced.

"It's a good thing" you said standing up.

"Hmm?" Han said confused looking at you.

"It would really be a shame if you left me wanting to fuck, I really appreciate that pill" you said biting your lip and pulling down your shorts along with your underwear.

Han followed your movements attentively, as if he was bewitched by your charm. Seeing your underwear on the floor he let out a gasp at the visible stain of arousal you had left.

"You're needy aren't you?" He smiled shamelessly as if it wasn't his cock that had been erect for over an hour.

He took off his shirt showing his tattoos, you had already seen them, but seeing them together with his needy cock is something different.

You followed his steps and undressed completely, he stretched out his hand, in a quick movement he left you on your knees on the couch, your face against the couch and your ass completely exposed to his mercy.

"I promise that after this I will take the time to adore you as you deserve" he said in your ear followed by a kiss on your cheek.

You felt your heart flutter.

"But now I'm going to use you however I want" he ran his tongue disgustingly across your cheek, dirtyly erasing the tender kiss he had left.

He took your moan as consent and positioned himself behind you.

"So cute, willing to help me even if she has to give me her body" he smacked your ass with his hard cock making you gasp. He bit his lip to stop himself from moaning.

He spit on your entrance and without preparation pushed the tip in stretching you deliciously.

You both let out a gasp, the desire that was there making the pleasure double.

"You're so tight" he pushed himself in a little further and you could only moan begging for him to bottom out.

When he reached his base you arched your back and threw your head back.

"You're being so good for me" he began to give slow but deep thrusts.

"You don't know how many times I masturbated imagining having you like this for me" he growled.

In response you moaned and clenched around him.

He put his hand on your head pushing hard against the couch and began to penetrate you faster and harder.

You just moaned with each thrust totally lost in the way you felt every inch of his cock in your insides, the pain of his grip on your head making it even more pleasurable. You were completely at his mercy.

He put his other hand on your hip, helping him thrust more violently, moaning and grunting at how close his climax felt.

And before he had a chance to pull out of you, he cum deeply.

Feeling his hot cum fill you and his grunt you joined him in the climax moaning and clenching yourself choking his member against your rubbery walls now painted white.

You were so exhausted you could only gasp waiting for him to pull out.

He was still buried deep appreciating the warmth of your shared orgasms.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't want to..." he said, still without leaving you.

It's like his brain works, but his body has control.

"Calm down, actually, I liked it" you said trying to get over the climb.

He withdrew from you slowly, making you feel every inch you were losing. When he pulled out completely he admired your stretched entrance dripping with your mixed fluids.

"Are you okay?" He came back to reality and approached your face to check.

" It was so good" you said smiling and a bit sleepy "so you masturbated thinking about me? That's interesting" you laughed mockingly.

"Shut up, there's no need to repeat that" he was blushing as if you hadn't fucked two minutes ago.

You lay down and looked at him a little worried about what would happen to you after that.

"Can we leave that talk for later?" Literally as if he had read your thoughts.

"What needs to be done now?" You said, not understanding why he was putting off the talk.

You then saw him turn bright red and look down at his cock. He was hard again.

This was going to be a long sleepover.

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I need more practice writing smuts :((

I have several Chan fics waiting to be reviewed before posting 🤭.

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[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Old Faces

Summary: At seventeen, Dean fell hard for the girl in his high school English class. He never got a chance to make a move before he was on the road again. When he bumps into her working the same case as himself, he wants to know how her apple pie life got flipped upside down...

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,200ish

Warnings: language

A/N: Enjoy!...

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“No Ding Dongs? Are you serious?” you said, standing up with a groan at the mini mart. 

“Sorry. I got the last of them,” said a voice that was vaguely familiar. You spun around, the stranger’s eyes going wide just as fast as yours. “Do I know you? You look so familiar.”

“Y/N Y/L/N,” he said with a big smile. “You grew up to be gorgeous. I would expect nothing less though from Mountainside’s head cheerleader.”

“Ah, we went to high school together,” you said, giving him a smile. “I’m sorry, I can’t remember your name.”

“I wouldn’t expect it. I was only there three weeks. Dean Winchester,” he said.

“The bad boy!” you said with a laugh. “I remember you. You dyed the football team’s pants pink on homecoming night.”

“Yeah,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I wasn’t the most mature guy back then.”

“You past the bad boy ways?” you said.

“Mostly,” he said with a hand wave. “You live around here?”

“No. I’m just in town for work,” you said.

“Me too,” he said.

“Hey, what ever happened to you? You just left one day out of the blue,” you said.

“My dad had a different job somewhere else. It was pretty normal for us to move around a lot,” he said. 

“Too bad. The cheerleading squad talked about you all the time,” you said. “You would have had your pick of a girlfriend.”

“Oh, I’m pretty sure the one I wanted wasn’t available,” he said, giving you a smile. He reached into his basket and pulled out the box of Ding Dongs, tossing them in yours. “Nice seeing you, Y/N.”

“You too, Dean.”

Later That Evening

��Drop it!” you shouted at the dark figure. It mumbled something but you saw a gun get lowered to the ground. The creature turned around but you went wide eyed for the second time that night.

“Y/N?” asked Dean, looking around before settling on you. “Wha...what are...”

“Fucking hell. You’re a hunter,” you said, lowering your gun, Dean dropping his hands. “It makes perfect sense now.”

“You hunt?” he asked.

“Well I-”

You woke up in a motel room, your head throbbing as you sat up, blinking at Dean and someone else.

“Sorry about the concussion. I thought you were the witch,” said the man.

“Nope. Not her,” you groaned, sighing as you tried to get to your feet.

“Take it easy,” said Dean, guiding you to stay on the bed. 

“Did you get the witch?” you asked.

“No,” said Dean. “Sam’s working another lead though. We think she might still be in town.”

“Good,” you said. 

“So you’re a hunter?” he asked.

“As I was saying before Paul Bunyan over there hit me, yes,” you said. “Been one for a while.”

“But you had such a perfect life,” said Dean. 

“Have you ever heard the phrase, keeping up appearances?” you asked. Dean looked over to Sam, both staring at their laps. “Of course. You grew up hunters. You knew how to pretend to be normal kids.”

“Did your parents hunt?” asked Dean. You scoffed and shook your head.

“When I was about thirteen, my parents went out on a date night. The things that came home were not my parents. If I played along and played house like everything was fine, they told me they’d let my parents go. They were demons. My parents died that night I’m pretty sure but I didn’t know any of that. I spent the next five years doing what they wanted, pretending everything was fine,” you said.

“What changed?” asked Dean.

“I found out about hunting, demons...I realized play time was over and I had to get out of there,” you said.

“And I thought we had a messed up childhood,” said Dean, running his hand through his hair.

“So...we teaming up on this witch thing or what?” you asked.

“Uh, sure,” said Dean, Sam nodding his head. “The more the merrier.”

“Sam,” you asked that night while Dean was busy grabbing some food from a fast food place. “Why does Dean keep staring at me?”

“Because you’re Y/N Y/L/N,” said Sam with a little laugh from the front seat of baby. “Dean had the biggest crush in the world on you. He wouldn’t shut up about you for three weeks straight.”

“He had a crush on me?” you asked. “Why?”

“Why does any teenage boy have a crush on the head cheerleader?” said Sam with an eye roll. “He probably thought you were cute.”

“He’s not like...obsessed or something,” you said, Sam immediately shaking his head.

“My guess is he’s just super surprised you turned out to be a hunter,” said Sam.

“Yeah. That’s probably it.”

“Well that went smoother than expected,” you said around midnight, slamming your trunk closed. 

“You should think about getting a partner. They come in handy,” said Dean. You nodded and went to climb in your car when Dean grunted. “Give us a second Sammy?”

“What’s up?” you asked, Dean waiting until Sam was tucked away in the Impala.

“Why didn’t you tell me? Back in high school. I could have helped. I could gotten my dad involved and-”

“I don’t know what you remember about high school but we weren’t friends,” you said.

“No but you did keep the football team from pounding me to death after the pants thing,” he said. 

“It was a harmless prank. I figured the new kid didn’t need to get beaten half to death,” you said.

“Yeah and I said thanks and you made some weird comment and I asked if you were okay and you gave another weird comment and then I never saw you again,” he said.

“I’m sorry. You’re right. I should have gone talking about my demon parents to every kid I didn’t know on the off chance they could help,” you said, crossing your arms. 

“Well...I could have done something,” he said. 

“It wasn’t your problem. I dealt with it and it’s over,” you said.

“You didn’t make a deal, did you?” he asked.

“No. I handled it,” you said. “Is that what’s been eating you all night? You think you didn’t save me back then so you’re responsible?”

“I’m thinking if I had the guts to ask you out, I might have gone over to your house and seen the signs and saved you a lot of crap,” he said.

“Like I said, I handled it,” you said.

“You don’t have to be in this life you know,” he said.

“Neither do you,” you said.

“Yes I do.”

“Me too,” you said.

“Can I at least buy you a beer?” he asked.

“Took you long enough to ask,” you said with a small smile.

“Better late than never.”

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[coldilikeit]

Isekai reader x Batfam (Neglected au)

Female reader

Chapter 6- The mission is non-existent

TW: School shooting

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Damian looks around the room, it feels more like an apartment rather than a room

"No wonder the miss rarely comes down for food, with the amount of kitchen appliances here she'd rival a small town restaurant..." Alfred chuckles, he looks at the expensive, top grade materials

"There's nothing in the fridge though..." Jason grumbles, Duke is asleep beside you holding your hand and Bruce admires the scene "That's enough, stop rummaging through your sister's stuff"

He looks around your room, pictures of your friends, you at parties, you at school events, how the fuck?, you held your own charity gala? How??? Where did you get the money? How did this not reach him?

"hng- ow- What the fuck!?" You wake up and you see the cast of the Addams family surrounding you

"Don't try to overdo it" Dick helps you sit up

"Huh?"

Reader! You are fucked, everyone's hatred meter has gone down to 10%, EVEN DAMIAN AND JASON'S METER

You shift further away from Dick, his gaze turns sad sensing your discomfort with him, he really needs to change that

"Is there something you need?" Duke asks, he holds your hand tight, "Do you need us to do something?" Asked Tim

"Can you all please leave my room..." You say and you see that Bruce hesitates "Are you sure? You might need assistance?"

Reader, make them go away, it keeps on dropping! If it reaches zero you'll fail!

"There's no need, it was just fear gas..."

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School was absolute shit.

Damian had pulled you away from your friends to eat with you during recess, you'd also found out Tim bribed the principal to switch your classes so you'd have the same as his

Some of your friends are annoyed that your siblings are meddling, they've never eaten lunch with you before? Why now? And others are cooing, they've never seen you interact with your siblings, and the fact your gentler with your friends than your siblings makes them happy

Your teachers are grateful that you manage to tame Damian

"(Name)! I watched your violin concert last night! You were amazing!" Says a student, you smile "Thank you!"

Then the student's mood shifts "I heard that the route you were taking home was attacked by both the Joker and Scarecrow right? Are you okay?" They ask, the surrounding students get curious but don't necessarily engage

"yeah... I'm fine" you say, you're trying to think of ways to differentiate the topic, the student gasps "Oh but I saw on the news that you were one of scarecrow's victims! And that you inhaled the fear gas..." She says as she smirks, "I don't really want to talk about it, and I'm fine..." You answer

"Oh but-" Damian grabs her arm and pushes her away from you "She says she doesn't want to talk about it? Why are you pushing?! Are you really worried or you just wanted gossip?" He snarls

You see the girl wince but smiles anyway "ah right... Sorry"

And then it hit... An attack? It hits your school so fast, the students scream and panic, "Everyone out!" Shouted a security guard, you hear a bunch of gunshots in the halls and the screams from that direction become quieter until it stopped completely see

Are you serious?

A school shooting.

Never in your original years and reincarnated years combined have you ever been so fucking scared and pissed off at the same time

First and foremost, you just survived the mother fucking scarecrow, now you have to survive guns?

Damian holds your hand and runs away with you, "What are you doing!? You're supposed to save people!?' you whisper-yell to him, he gets you to a hidden area and hands you a small dagger he hid in his socks, he looks at you worryingly "Stay here, wait till I get back-"

"They've been apprehended!" yelled a student, "Well... There's no need for that huh?", slowly you and Damian walk out of the room to see what happened? Did another bat get them already? Was it Tim?

Then you see her.

In a hero costume, trapping the shooters with what seem to be magical ropes, her costume design looked like it was stolen from my hero academia

"There's no need for all of you to worry, for I Protagonist has taken care of them, they'll be handed over to the police" she says

"Did she really name herself 'Protagonist'?" Tim comes from behind you looking baffled at the name choice

"At least she saved us" you say

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Hey so do you guys remember that one comment about the family couch on chapter 2? And how all the years of living there you never sat on it? Well after days of the family trying to get you to watch a movie with them on the couch, you confessed you feel weird about sitting somewhere sacred to them

You come home after volunteering at a soup kitchen that the family couch is gone, replaced by a new pristine couch with comfortable pillows

Stephanie smiles at you "You're back! Wash up, the family is watching a movie" mixed in her voice a tone of dominance, you can't say no

You find yourself huddled up, you feel yourself sweating as Tim curls up on you and Cass is leaning on your shoulder, Dick hand you the remote "You pick" she says

You scroll for a few moments and you feel the family get a bit impatient, so you click on the nearest movie you find

Bad idea.

It was a movie about a dog being abandoned by their owner in a hike and as they try to find their way home they die

You're in shambles, you've watched people die in movies, either terminal illnesses, a series of unfortunate events, murder, you've cried to some, some didn't phase you

But a sad dog movie?

You are wrecked, Jason hands you your 3rd tissue pack, your inconsolable, you hate animals getting sad endings, the. Titus licks your hand, Damian brought him to console you, while Bruce chooses another movie, this time he chose a dog movie with a happy ending, you hugged Titus the whole night

It happened to you before, when you and your friends were in a really lengthy assembly, they fell asleep on your shoulders, you made it your mission to not move at all, you didn't want to wake them, you liked that they learned on you for comfort

But Tim and Cass sleeping on you, you have no idea what to do, your instincts that you got because of your friends tell you to stay still so they'd be comfortable

Another part of you is screaming that if you don't move the hatred meter will go down

And go down it did

Everyone is down to 2%, you can't let it get to zero, you can't

Bruce looks at you "(Name) about your upcoming 16th birthday-"

He sees you asleep, he smiles and admires his children

Matter of fact you were just pretending to be asleep, if you hear another birthday party plan you'll die, last year you had that Damian excuse, but now? You're out of reasons to not have that stupid party

So you sleep...

Oh well look at all of you...

What a happy family.

You're done for.

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Damian: I need to place (Name) in a safe space before helping

Protagonist: the job is done

Tim: Tacky fucking name

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[suiana]

(yandere! polar bear hybrid x gn! reader) (CW: slight gore description/murder description)

if it's brown, lay down.

if it's black, fight back.

and if it's white, say goodnight.

especially if it's a male hybrid who developed an infatuation with you.

"shit shit shit! get away!"

you scream at the polar bear hybrid, running away as fast as you can. your lungs burn, chest heaving as you hear the male hybrid chase after you.

you were a researcher sent to antarctica to research about the wild life and how they coped with climate change. you saw arctic foxes, penguins, seals, all of which you were ecstatic to see. they eere just the cutest after all!

unfortunately, you had also garnered the attention of a polar bear hybrid.

you knew that polar bears were carnivores. you knew that it was dangerous. but you were curious about him, especially because he looked friendly. you should've turned your back on him and ran away when you had the chance.

you first met him a few months back when you were observing some seal hybrids that came up to land to bounce about. he was standing a few feet away from you, your eyes wide as you felt your heart freeze up.

you had thought you were going to die that day. after all, meeting a polar bear was not a coincidence. not with their keen sense of smell and their history with hunting humans down.

but you saw him outstretch his hands towards you, holding a fish as his cheeks flush red, trying to communicate with you with random sounds.

"for me?"

"n...ngh..."

he nods his head, trying to nudge the fish towards you. you were hesitant to accept, but you eventually did. which led to you two talking often, growing closer and closer by the day.

you had taught him english, basic english at the very least so you two could communicate. he was eager to learn, listening intently. and in return, he taught you about himself and his way of life. much was gained from your exchanges with one another.

you found him endearing with how he always chirped and repeated your words, english rolling off his tongue with a heavy accent. you thought it was cute for him to call you 'his' and for him to say he loved you.

rightn he was just testing out new words! perhaps he found it interesting to say and repeat like a newborn child! that's normal, isn't it?

"love... love. mine."

"yeah, you love me, don't you?"

you tease, bumping his shoulder as you teach him a few new phrases, not noticing the faint blush he always had on his ethereal features. he probably meant it in a joking or friendly manner after all.

little did you know, he was not joking when he constantly told you he that he loved you.

nor did you remember that he was still a hunter at heart.

"a-ah!"

screams of pain awoke you from your deep slumber that fateful night. you immediately sit up in your bed, looking around before quickly wearing your thick coat and venturing out of the research base. what was that shouting? did your fellow researchers see something crazy?

well, you definitely did.

and it was a horrific sight. the sight of your polar bear friend ripping one of your researchers to shreds, scarlet blood staining his skin as he rips the poor guy to pieces. that's not even the worst part, for you saw two of your other team members laying not too far from the polar bear hybrid, bodies unoving and mangled beyong recognition.

you instinctively let out a scream at the sight, eyes widening as you bolt out of the base. your heart thumped loudly with each step you took, tears brimming at your eyes as you hear the polar bear hybrid chasing after you.

was he hungry? did he finally decide that he was going to kill you?

no, it was a fate far worse than that. and you finally realized that as the weight of what he called you hits you hard.

"mate! no run!"

he shouts at you, chasing after you on all fours as you run away as fast as your human body would allow you to. adrenaline ran through your body as you did your best to escape nature's natural hunter. but it wasn't enough.

"shit shit shit! get away from me!"

you shout, whimpering as you trip on your laces, falling face forward into the cold snow. you immediately try getting back up to run away. but by the time you pushed yourself up, the hybrid was already standing over you, eyes filled with an expression you wished would not exist.

obsession.

"mate... mate... scared? no need scared... no hurt mate."

he mumbles gently, face softening as he bends down beside you to rub your cheek reasuringly. but it was hard to be reassured with how his mouth and body was stained with your team members blood.

"n-no don't touch me! you're going to kill me too aren't you?!"

you shout, shivering as you try backing away from him. your words cause the hybrid to pause, his sharp eyes narrowing at you as his grip on your face tightens ever so slightly.

"said... won't hurt mate. no scared."

he mumbles, staring at you before pressing his forehead against yours.

"only get rid of trash."

he sighs happily, looking at you with adoring eyes before rubbing your cheek with his thumb.

trash?

your heart stopped at his words, realization settling in. shit, so he wasn't lying when he said he loved you, nor when he was saying he only wanted you to himself.

you could've prevented this.

you.

could've.

prevented.

this.

guilt seeps into your veins, tears finally rolling down your cheeks as you let the polar bear hybrid cradle your body in his arms.

"no... you didn't have to kill them-"

you sob, weakly wiping away your tears as the male tilts his head at you. confused, he doesn't understand why you eere crying or why you wished for him to not killyour teammates. why was his mate so sad? he should probably cheer you up!

"mate no cry... why? was... going to eat them since start. was watching you since the start. hate the way you always go back to... them. mate is mine since then. since mate... take offering."

the male hybrid says in an attempt to reassure you. but obviously, it did the opposite of just that.

oh. so he really was watching you since the beginning. that offering with the fish wasn't just him being curious. did he fall for you at first sight? shit, you knew you should've just ran away at the sight of him!

"the fish was an offering?"

"yes. offering for mate."

he nods his head, smiling slightly as he reminisces his first actual meeting with you. after all, he had been observing you for quite a bit before that. he just finally got the courage to meet you that day! and you accepted! unknowingly of course.

you look away from the hybrid, shaking slightly as some of the guilt leaves your system. ah, so maybe this wasn't fully your failt. you couldn't have predicted that it was actually an offering, could you?

"bring mate home now. mate tired."

the polar bear hybrid hums, goving you a bloody smile as he stands back up, cradling you in his arms. but you start flailing about, squirming as fear enters your mind. wait what? home? were you getting kidnapped by him?

the male says nothing for a bit continuing to walk back in the direction of his home. but as you continue to struggle and shout at him to be let go, his patience grows thin and he looks down at you with a warning look.

"stop moving."

he grumbles, glaring at you as he grips you tightly. blood drips down onto your face as he talks, your eyes widening in fear before you quietly obey not wanting to upset him.

no, you were just reminded of how brutal he could be. and you didn't want to be at the end of his anger. not at all.

the both of you remain quiet for a bit, the only sounds being heard were the sounds of his feet coming into contact with the snow with every step he took. thatw as until he broke the silence.

"love mate. mate so precious."

the hybrid mumbles, looking down at you with a longing expression before he sighs softly.

"mate mine now. all mine."

he giggles, cradling you closer to him before stopping in front of an igloo looking thing. was this his home? you weren't sure, but seeing as he was staring at it, it most likely is.

"temporary home. will build mate nicer house soon."

he mutters, placing you down on a makeshift bed made using... what looked like seal and fox fur.

you sit uncomfortably on the fur, not moving as the hybrid sits down beside you, holding you close to him. silence fills the air as he looks at you fondly, not saying anything at all.

he leans his head against you, rubbing your hand affectionately before sighing again.

"love forever. only us."

he mutters before pressing a blood stained kiss onto the back of your hand. you could only stare quietly, unsure of what to say. on one hand, you didn't love him. i mean he's not even fully human! but on the other hand... you didn't want to trigger his anger by trying to escape or refuse him.

oh well, you guess this is your new life now.

[serapharua]

୨୧ 一 HYBRID ENHYPEN AND THEIR QUIRKY HYBRID HABITS . . !

enhypen 0T7 — GENRE : imagines headcanon hybrid au fluff — PAIRING : gn.reader — WARNING : none — REQUESTED : nope. ☆ — enha masterlist

note : I changed jay from a hawk hybrid to a black jaguar hybrid. hawks are kinda hard to write for me and also I feel like his parts were always lacking so!! change yippee!!!

HEESEUNG (deer hybrid) :

As a deer hybrid, Heeseung was usually calm and easygoing, but there was one thing you quickly learned about him—he was startled at just about everything.

It wasn’t just loud noises or sudden movements; sometimes, it was the most random things. A bag shifting slightly on the counter? He flinched. A door creaking open a little too fast? He nearly jumped out of his skin. The worst offender? Unexpected touches.

You found this out the hard way one evening when you simply tapped his shoulder while he was lost in thought.

Heeseung practically levitated.

“Ah—!” His ears flicked back as he jolted upright, knocking into the back of the couch with wide eyes.

You barely stifled a laugh. “Hee, it’s just me!”

He exhaled, placing a hand over his chest like you had just shaved years off his lifespan. “You can’t just sneak up on me like that,” he mumbled, still recovering.

“I literally just tapped you,” you said, amused. “What would you do if I actually tried to scare you?”

His ears twitched in protest. “I’d rather not find out.”

Despite how skittish he could be, Heeseung insisted he wasn’t that jumpy. That was, until you tested your theory by simply walking up behind him while he was focused on his phone.

“Heeseung.”

“Ah—!” He nearly tripped over his own feet, clutching the counter for balance. His tail flicked anxiously behind him before he shot you a betrayed look.

You burst into laughter. “See? I didn’t even touch you that time!”

Grumbling, he crossed his arms. “Maybe you should walk louder.”

His flustered reactions never failed to amuse you, but there were times when his deer instincts were genuinely impressive, like how he could detect the slightest changes in the environment—whether it was a shift in your mood or a subtle creak in the floorboards. He’d notice things before anyone else, his ears perking at the softest sounds.

But that didn’t stop you from teasing him whenever he jumped at something as harmless as a falling pillow.

One night, as he reached for a glass of water, you whispered from behind, “Boo.”

Heeseung flinched so hard he nearly knocked the glass over.

“That’s it,” he muttered, ears flattening as he narrowed his eyes at you. “I’m banning you from sneaking up on me.”

JAY (black jaguar hybrid) :

As a black jaguar hybrid, Jay moved with effortless grace, his steps always calculated yet smooth, as if he were prowling through the jungle, even in the middle of your apartment. But his quirkiest habit? He tended to disappear into the shadows—sometimes without even meaning to.

It wasn’t uncommon for you to turn around and find him gone, only for him to reappear moments later, watching you with amused golden eyes.

“Jay?” You glanced around the dimly lit living room, squinting. “Where did you go?”

A low chuckle came from somewhere nearby. “Right here.”

You jumped slightly when he emerged from the dark corner near the bookshelf, looking entirely too pleased with himself. His tail swayed lazily behind him, and his sharp gaze practically glowed in the low light.

“You need to stop doing that,” you huffed, crossing your arms. “You just… blend in.”

He grinned, leaning against the wall with an easy confidence. “It’s not my fault you don’t pay attention.”

You rolled your eyes, knowing full well that even if you did pay attention, he’d still manage to slip past you. His jaguar instincts kicked in at the most random moments—whether it was silently moving through the apartment or suddenly appearing behind you just to see if he could catch you off guard.

One time, you nearly smacked him with a book when he materialized beside you while you were reading.

“Why do you keep doing that?” you groaned, clutching your chest dramatically.

Jay had just smirked, tilting his head. “Gotta keep your reflexes sharp.”

But it wasn’t just about sneaking up on you—he also had an odd habit of perching on high places. Whether it was the back of the couch, the top of your fridge, or even balancing on the armrest of a chair, he always found a way to be above you.

“You’re not a house cat,” you reminded him once, watching as he effortlessly lounged across the top of your bookshelf, one leg dangling off the side.

“Never said I was,” he shot back, flicking his tail. “I just like the view from up here.”

You sighed, shaking your head. “What if you fall?”

He gave you a look that practically screamed, ‘As if I ever would.’ And honestly? He never did. No matter how precarious his position seemed, Jay always moved with the silent, deadly precision of the predator he was.

Still, you couldn’t deny it—it was kind of impressive. And no matter how many times he startled you by suddenly appearing beside you or watching from some impossible vantage point, you always found yourself smiling in the end.

Even if it meant constantly checking over your shoulder to make sure he wasn’t lurking in the shadows, waiting to mess with you.

JAKE (wolf hybrid) :

As a wolf hybrid, Jake had an undeniable pack mentality—always keeping you close, always hyperaware of where you were. But his quirkiest habit? He tended to scent-mark things without realizing it.

It wasn’t like he went around physically marking his territory like an actual wolf, but his instincts showed in small ways—like how he’d drape his hoodie over your chair or “accidentally” leave his scarf around your neck a little longer than necessary.

“Jake,” you sighed, holding up his sweatshirt. “You left this on my bed again.”

He looked up from the couch, ears perking slightly. “Oh, did I? My bad.”

You narrowed your eyes. “You did it on purpose.”

Jake’s grin was easygoing, but the flick of his tail betrayed him. “Maybe,” he admitted, leaning back. “You just smell better with my scent on you.”

You groaned, but your face warmed at the confession. It wasn’t just clothes, either. If you were out in public together, Jake had this habit of casually resting his arm around your shoulders, fingers brushing your collar, or playing with the ends of your hair—little things that kept you in his orbit.

And if someone else got too close? That’s when his wolf side really showed.

One time, a friend had loaned you their jacket, and the moment Jake caught a whiff of someone else’s scent on you, his expression darkened. He didn’t say anything at first, but when you got home, he tugged you into a hug without warning, burying his face against your neck.

“Uh, Jake?” You squirmed slightly.

“Just fixing something,” he murmured against your skin.

You blinked. “Fixing what?”

“You smell like someone else,” he grumbled. “Don’t like it.”

It took you a second to realize what he was doing—rubbing his scent back onto you. The realization made you laugh, but you didn’t push him away. Instead, you let him nuzzle into your shoulder, his tail wagging just a little.

It was possessive in the gentlest way—less about control and more about making sure everyone knew you were his. And honestly? You didn’t mind one bit.

SUNGHOON (snow leopard hybrid) :

As a snow leopard hybrid, Sunghoon was naturally independent and graceful, but one of his quirkiest habits? He had a tendency to perch in high places—bookshelves, counters, even the back of the couch—watching everything with sharp, assessing eyes like he was surveying his territory.

It wasn’t uncommon to walk into a room and find him sitting somewhere he absolutely shouldn’t be.

“Sunghoon,” you deadpanned, staring at him crouched on top of the kitchen counter. “What are you doing up there?”

He blinked at you, completely unbothered. “Just watching.”

“For what? The apocalypse?”

He smirked. “You never know.”

His snow leopard instincts kicked in most when he was feeling playful or particularly attached to you. Sometimes, he’d “stalk” you around the apartment, his silent footsteps making it almost impossible to notice him until he was right behind you.

“You need a bell or something,” you huffed after nearly jumping out of your skin for the third time that week.

“Where’s the fun in that?” he teased, flicking his tail before slipping past you like a ghost.

And then there was his possessiveness—subtle but unmistakable. He wasn’t the type to make a big show of it, but if someone got too close to you, his tail would lash behind him, his gaze sharpening like a warning.

The real giveaway, though, was the way he’d subtly scent-mark you. He never outright admitted to it, but you started noticing how often he’d drape his scarf around your neck or lean against you for just a little longer than necessary.

One evening, you were about to head out when he suddenly pulled you back by the wrist, eyes narrowing slightly.

“Why do you smell like someone else?” he muttered, nose brushing against your shoulder.

You frowned. “Probably from hugging a friend earlier.”

Sunghoon’s expression didn’t change, but the tip of his tail flicked. Without a word, he slipped his jacket off and draped it over your shoulders, his scent instantly surrounding you.

“There. Much better,” he said smoothly, smirking when you rolled your eyes.

“You’re ridiculous,” you muttered, but you still hugged the jacket tighter around you.

Sunghoon just gave you a knowing look, his tail curling lazily. “Only when it comes to you.”

SUNOO (fox hybrid) :

As a fox hybrid, Sunoo had a playful, mischievous nature, but his quirkiest habit? He was an expert at hoarding things—specifically, your things.

It started off small. A missing hoodie here, a misplaced phone charger there. You didn’t think much of it until you found a suspicious pile of your belongings stashed in a cozy nest of blankets on Sunoo’s bed.

“Sunoo,” you said, holding up one of your missing sweaters. “Care to explain?”

He blinked at you innocently from where he was curled up on his bed, his fluffy tail flicking lazily. “Oh, that? Must’ve ended up there by accident.”

You raised an eyebrow. “My hairbrush, my scarf, and—Sunoo, is this my slipper?”

He grinned, not even trying to hide it anymore. “Maybe. I just like having your scent around.”

You couldn’t even be mad. The way he tucked his chin into the hoodie he was currently wearing (yours, of course) and nuzzled into it like it was the coziest thing in the world was unfairly cute.

But the hoarding wasn’t the only habit. Sunoo had a tendency to be extra cuddly when he wanted something, curling up beside you with a sweet smile that you knew meant trouble.

Like now, when he leaned against your shoulder, his fluffy ears twitching as he looked up at you.

“You love me, right?” he asked, voice honeyed.

You eyed him suspiciously. “What do you want?”

“Nothinggg,” he sang, but his tail gave him away, flicking behind him. “Just maybe… can I have your new hoodie?”

You groaned. “Sunoo, you have so many of my clothes already!”

“But this one still smells like you,” he whined, nuzzling against your neck in an attempt to sway you. “And I’ll look really cute in it.”

“You’re impossible.”

He beamed, knowing he’d already won. “I know. But you love me anyway.”

JUNGWON (panther hybrid) :

Like Sunghoon, Jungwon had a naturally quiet and observant presence, but his quirkiest habit? He had a tendency to silently appear out of nowhere—so much so that it almost felt supernatural.

One moment, you’d be alone in the kitchen making tea, and the next, you’d turn around to find him standing right behind you, watching with those sharp eyes of his.

“Jungwon!” you yelped, nearly dropping the mug. “How long have you been there?”

He tilted his head, looking entirely unbothered. “A while.”

“A while?” You placed a hand over your chest, trying to calm your racing heart. “You can’t just sneak up on people like that!”

“I wasn’t sneaking,” he said with a small smirk. “You just didn’t notice me.”

That was the problem—his panther instincts made his footsteps impossibly light, his movements seamless and controlled. Even in a busy room, he could slip between people without a sound, showing up in the last place you expected.

It wasn’t just his stealthy nature, either. Sometimes, he’d silently watch you go about your day, his gaze always calm but intense, as if he was studying you.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you asked one day, catching him staring from across the room.

His ears twitched slightly, and he shrugged. “You’re interesting to watch.”

You narrowed your eyes. “That sounds creepy.”

“Only if you think about it that way,” he said, the corner of his lips tugging up.

Despite how effortlessly he blended into the background, Jungwon had another habit—when he got comfortable, he became incredibly lazy. He’d sprawl out on the couch with the grace of a jungle cat, his long limbs stretching in the sunniest spot he could find.

If you sat next to him, he’d quietly shift closer until he was practically draped over you, his tail curling lazily around your wrist.

“You’re heavy,” you grumbled as he rested his head in your lap, refusing to move.

“You’re warm,” he countered, eyes already shutting like he had no plans of getting up.

“Jungwon—”

Too late. He was already dozing, completely at ease, as if he didn’t just scare you half to death earlier.

You sighed, running your fingers through his soft hair. For all his silent stalking and sudden appearances, he was still just a big cat at heart—one that had you completely wrapped around his finger.

NIKI (tiger hybrid) :

As a tiger hybrid, Niki had an aura of calm confidence, but his quirkiest habit was the way he acted when it came to attention. He might’ve looked like the picture of cool composure, but when it was just the two of you, he was surprisingly clingy.

It started off small. One evening, you were just lounging on the couch, when Niki slid in next to you. He didn’t say anything—just quietly settled in, his head resting on your shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Hey, what’s up with you?” you asked, glancing over at him.

He mumbled, his eyes already half-closed. “Nothing. Just wanna be close to you.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Uh-huh, sure.”

Soon enough, his tail—a sleek, striped extension of himself—began to wrap around your leg. You shot him a look, but he just smirked.

“Stop moving,” he grumbled, not even bothering to open his eyes.

“I’m not moving. You’re the one who keeps wrapping yourself around me.”

He shrugged nonchalantly, like it was totally normal for him to turn into a human blanket. Then, as if on cue, his purring started—a low, soothing sound that made you wonder if he was part housecat. He had a thing for napping in your lap, but it wasn’t just for comfort. His tiger instincts made him crave closeness, needing to mark his territory in the most subtle way possible.

“You’re weird,” you said with a laugh, as you absentmindedly scratched behind his ear.

He purred louder in response, eyes closing in contentment. “Nope. I’m just being honest about what I want.”

The next thing you knew, his arms were wrapped around your waist, and he was holding you in a vice grip as though he didn’t want to ever let you go.

“Niki,” you groaned, “You’re so clingy.”

“I’m not clingy,” he retorted with a playful smirk, “I’m just loyal.”

You rolled your eyes, but you didn’t mind. For all his teasing and boldness, Niki was still that sweet, adorable tiger hybrid who just wanted to be close. And if you were being honest? You didn’t mind it one bit.

Word count : 2639 | serapharua, 2025.

[emmyrosee]

this is for the non curse bf!sukuna

when you first start going out he wouldn’t know what flowers to get you. he could ask you but- who tf asks their gf ‘hey what flowers do you like?’ he thinks that’s lame. so guy brings 5-6 diff flowers just for you.

can you imagine, him all tattooed and brooding buying you flowers in a pretty flower shop😭😭i’m crying :((((((

OKAY BUT IF HE DOES IT TO LIKE, ASK YOU TO BE HIS GF???

Like originally he was just going to take you out on a few dates, enjoy the company and yuuji and his Ma off his back, but that plan crumbled when he started to be the one to text you first. When he started to initiate dates. When he started to feel butterflies in his chest when you laughed.

Yuuji so graciously told him he had feelings and should cuff you before you get tired of him, and the idea swirls for a bit in Sukuna’s head before one night at four am, he storms into yuuji’s room and in a pure panic asks “how do I ask her out?”

Yuuji grumbles and throws a pillow at his brother, “flowers and candy, go back to bed.”

But Ryomen does anything but. Because there’s so many flowers and so many candies, how will he know which is your favorite? And as much as he’d love to ask you, it would ruin the surprise of being so excited at being his girlfriend that you’d have to say yes- a little manipulative, perhaps, but he’s not perfect despite what he says.

So he kinda goes… crazy.

He buys you all sorts of candy, everything from sour to chocolate, to even some cotton candy grapes and gummy bear watermelon and more candy flavored candy, all to put in a small bag that dangles from his thick wrist.

Next is the flower shop, and that’s even more stressful because how is he supposed to pick between roses and peonies and assorted and god knows what other breeds of flowers there are- one time, as a kid, he saw yuuji give a little boy a fistful of yellow dandelions, can’t he just do that?

According to the swipe of his credit card after picking out seven bouquets…. No. Apparently not.

He lugs everything out to his car with grunts of efforts, texting you telling you to be home because the smell of flowers is making him nauseous and the candy is probably melting in the warmth of the sun.

SENT please tell me you’re home?

Schnookums (god he needs to change that, why’d you ever put yourself as something so feral in his phone?) why, you coming over??

SENT no I’m making conversation

Tf

Of course that question means I’m coming over

Schnookums yayyyy okay 🥺💙

He scoffs before making a floor to your house, nerves making him speed a little too fast and almost run a few too many red lights, and he’s grateful that the cops he passed have mercy on him and let him get to your house without a ticket or handcuffs.

He gathers his bundle back in his arms and blindly makes his way up your driveway, using the sheer grace of the gods watching over him to not trip and crush everything under him. He sneezes god knows how many times, and once he’s finally at your door, he doesn’t know how long it takes him to knock successfully, but after 5 tries, he finally nails it.

And after a few short seconds, you open the door with a gasp of excitement. “What did you do!”

“I wasn’t- fuck!” The flowers start to slip as he tries to peer over them to look at you. You’re quick to make a move to help him catch them. “Fuck. God damn it. Ugh.” He clears his throat, “I wasn’t sure what flowers to get, so… I bought them all.”

“Whats in the bag?”

“An absolutely feral amount of sweets.”

You’re beaming at him, so excited between the gesture and seeing him that you immediately toss your arms around him, the crinkling of the bouquets being what snaps you back to life.

“Ah shit.”

“Sorry! Sorry!! I just… this is so sweet,” you say, smiling.

“Well, I uhh…. I wanted… you and I’ve been kinda… going out for a while….”

“Yeah?” You ask, and with the way your eyes widen and jaw slacks slightly, you know what he’s going to ask.

And he knows you’re going to make him do it.

“And I really… really have enjoyed it.” He takes a deep breath, “not sure why, but-“

“Shut up,” you snicker.

“But I kinda… want to do it. More. And… not let you do it with other people.”

“Okay,” you giggle.

“And I’m told the only way to do that is to make you my girlfr-“

“YES!” You scream, wrapping your arms around him again, and when he makes a noise of protest, you grab the flowers to put them on the ground, hugging him again tightly.

Tightly enough his organs hurt and his breath can’t get into his body, but this feels so right, so good and so comforting that he’d let you do it forever. He kisses your head and cradles it, letting the bag rest against your back.

“I can’t believe you went through all this trouble for me,” you murmur against him.

He chuckles, “don’t thank me too much yet. We still need to find vases for all of these because I’ll be damned if I let my kind gesture die within twelve hours.”

“I don’t even know if I own a vase.”

He stiffens, and you snicker in his grip.

“Well then I hope your don’t like your kitchen sink too much.”

[stolenviolet]

I saw in your baby death au story explanation that Harry can't sleep alone unless he has the doors open (correct me if I'm wrong). If I'm correct, does that mean Voldemort and Harry sleep in the same bed sometimes? And if not, how did Voldmort notice the specifics something like that?

Ah, good question!

He can sleep alone, but not very well (the door being open helps a bit but overall he just needs someone there with him). Even when he got his own room at the Dursley's, he had Hedwig to keep him company.

And like I said, there's no 'sleeping' together for quite a while, so how DID Voldemort notice?

The short answer:

They live in the same house (an agreement that was reached by the two of them, more for convenience sake, as they raise Thomas) so it would be odd if Voldemort hadn't noticed it eventually.

The long answer:

During the first two or three years of living under the same roof, Harry never slept anywhere besides the nursey. At first, Voldemort chalked it up as some sort of paternal instinct to protect Thomas. (most likely from Voldemort himself) However, while retiring to his own chambers in the evening, he always found it curious that Harry would leave the door slightly cracked.

'Would it not make more sense to have the door closed?,' he thought, 'The sound of it opening would surely be enough to wake him if someone were to enter the room...'

He shook his head, 'Perhaps the boy was clever enough to cast the appropriate spells to do so instead.'

He tested this theory once by walking into the room late one night and standing directly by the crib. Annoyingly, Harry never did stir from his slumber on the chaise lounge he had claimed in lieu of an actual bed. Both him and the baby remained fast asleep, completely unaware of the powerful wizard looming in the darkness so close by.

Voldemort honestly didn't know whether to be insulted (as he was clearly not viewed as a threat) or disappointed in the fact that there were, indeed, no protection or alarm spells in the room.

A problem he quickly remedied himself for the sake of the spawn's well-being, as it appears his 'Ma' would not be roused if an intruder were to somehow break past the home's already impressive wards.

And so Harry continued to sleep in the same room as his son, with the door slightly ajar, until Thomas was old enough to have his own bed.

This is when Voldemort began to notice that Harry did not take well to sleeping alone at night.

He would often find the 'boy-who-lived' looking quite dead on his feet, with heavy bags under his eyes, constantly drifting in and out of conversations.

After a good two or so weeks of this, Voldemort had finally had enough and decided to confronted him. Unsurprisingly, he was quickly brushed off, and the subject was changed almost immediately. No matter how many times he tried, he was always met with the same sort of response.

'Why do you even care?'

'Yes, I'm getting enough sleep. Stop asking, it's weird.'

'So what if I get nightmares, your probably the cause of most of them anyway!'

'I'm fine! Don't you have an animal or person or-or something to go torture other than me? Just-...just leave me alone...'

Needless to say, this was getting him no where and apart from drugging the boy with a sleeping draught every night, Voldemort was almost at his wits end.

That was unit one morning Harry came down from his room for breakfast looking fairly well-rested with a chipper-than-normal attitude.

Voldemort was puzzled.

What had changed? Did he just have one good night without anything haunting his dreams? Surely that was bound to happen at some point, but it was unlikely to be a regular occurrence.

However, weeks ticked by and Harry's eyes seemed brighter and his mood rapidly began to improve. He even started to engage in somewhat pleasant small talk when the two found themselves alone for more then five minutes at a time.

It was all very welcome and highly suspicious.

So, being the curious man that he was, Voldemort decided it was once again time to lurk about in the middle of the night for the cause of this sudden change in behavior.

And what he found, as he stood in the threshold of Harry's room, took him by surprise.

There, on the plush four poster bed coiled up next to his sleeping prophesized enemy, was Nagini.

Sensing his presence, she raised her large head to regard her master, who remained fixed in the doorway.

'Master's mate was in dire need of comfort. Nagini has decided she will be the one to provide it.'

Voldemort did not correct her, too busy trying to determine what exactly he was feeling in that moment to give her a proper response.

'...He is also very warm and a far better cuddler than master.'

That snapped him out of his thoughts long enough for him to huff out a quick, 'Don't be rude, Nagini.' To which she replied with a series of hisses that sounded suspiciously like laughter.

He sighed, and foolishly hoped she didn't notice the darkening of his cheeks.

'Very well, you may continue to provide...comfort. Thank you, my Nagini.'

She nodded once and went back to resting her head next to Harry's on his pillow.

He stayed in the doorway a while longer, observing the last two pieces of his soul huddled close to one another, before finally turning to walk silently back to his own room.

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Nagini: you suck at cuddling and you're a terrible mate.

Voldemort:

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Thanks for the ask, anon! ❤️

[nakylvr]

— DARKNESS TENFOLD

sophia laforteza x fem!reader

summary: some things aren't always as they seem in the dark nights of the south. you know that. but when a mysterious woman shows up in your bar, you fail to notice those signs and stories your relatives told you time and time again.

warnings/tags: angst, mild language, period piece in the south, vampire!sophia, bartender!reader, suggestive content

now playing: sinners official playlist

yes i just watched sinners. maybe there will be a part 2 lemme know if i should 😋

there wasn't a whole lot that went down in the small town you lived in of mississippi. now, working at the local bar did give you some stories. like drunkards you had to kick out or break up fights when it got out of hand. but nothing too out of the ordinary.

being one of the bartenders at the pub, you often talked to the customers. and you enjoyed it. some would tell you old stories from when they were kids, some told you ancient stories claimed to be "voodoo" by your relatives, and some did try to have their way with you. but you handled those ones fast. it wasn't difficult once word got around that you stabbed a fork in one of their hands when they tried to grab a feel of you.

you liked your little life. you enjoyed it. you didn't see the need to find anyone for you, you weren't that type of person to be grounded by just one individual. but your mother loved to always say "someone could change that!". you have yet to find said person.

it was another night in the bar for you. music playing in the background as you wiped down the counter from the last customer when you heard the door open. "good evening!" you say loud enough for the customer to hear before looking up.

when you look at who walked through the doors, you're immediately entranced. a beautiful woman with jet black hair in a matching black dress, and a walk so delicate but so sure of herself and where she was going. you'd never seen this woman in your life, you're sure of that. you would've remembered someone like this. the woman sits in front of you and pushes her hair out of her face.

"what'll it be?" you ask her with a polite smile. "we got whiskey, irish beer, italian wine, or water, if you prefer that."

"i'll have your best wine," she answers swiftly, like she knew her answer as soon as you said it. "whatever you think is the best."

you let out a shy laugh. "well, i wouldn't trust my judgment, miss. i'm not much of a drinker," you reply.

"i trust your judgment, darling," she responds.

her accent tells you she's not from here. you know that much. maybe she's from up north. but the way she says it has you feeling like she's been here a while. the subtle twang she says it in. almost as if she was trying to mimic the others around town and how they talk.

"okay." you nod. turning around you grab your favorite wine, the only kind you drink cause you hate the taste of all the others, and a glass. you set the glass down in front of the woman and pour the crimson red liquid into the glass. you swear you notice a flicker of something in the woman's eyes, but you don't think much of it. "that'll be three dollars, miss."

the woman hums and nods, pulling out five dollar bills and sliding them over to you. "thank you, darling," she says, grabbing the glass and taking a sip. "mm, this is great." she then sets the glass down on the counter. "tell me, is there anything to do around here?"

you're a bit surprised by her question, but it just confirms your theories that she isn't from here. "well, not much if you want me to be honest," you answer while putting the bottle back. "i heard some brothers are back in town and are fixing up that old mill a bit outside of here to make it a juke joint. that'll be the best thing in this town in years." you pause, taking a look at the woman. "you're not from here, are you?"

"not exactly," she responds, circling her finger around the glass. "i'm from chicago, originally."

"ah." you nod. "the big city. are the rumors true? that you can really do anything up there?"

"indeed," she answers with a nod. "it's beautiful up there. but, i've always wanted to see the south."

"you travel a lot, then?" you ask.

"something like that." she smiles, taking another sip of her drink.

"work? or cause you want to?" you couldn't help but ask more questions, and you weren't sure why. there was something so enthralling about the woman sitting in front of you, something that pulled you in, wanted you to know more.

"both," she replies. "what's your name, dear?"

"hm?" you hum, taking a moment to process the words. "oh, it's yn."

"very pretty name," she says, taking another sip. "when do you usually get out of here?"

"it depends." you shrug. "most of the time a little after midnight. i don't like staying past midnight."

"why?" the woman tilts her head to the side.

"oh nothing." you wave your hand like it was nothing. "it's just around here the old folk love telling stories about these demons and ghosts and whatnot."

"do you believe any of them?" she asks.

you're breath hitches in your throat when she looks at you. her eyes seem almost foggy, a grey hue clouding over them that you manage to see in the light above you. and then it's gone in a second, like you didn't see it at all. you probably didn't.

"no." you shake your head. but you did. you knew the stories of demons who preyed the night and couldn't stand in the sun. that their souls would remain trapped in their bodies for decades, centuries even until they were killed. how they could seduce and trick you like it was nothing.

"that's good," she hums, finishing her glass. "could i have another?"

"of course," you say a little too fast, swiftly grabbing the glass and turning to grab the bottle. when you turn back, she has a warm smile on her face. you pour another glass and slide it over to her.

"so, you married?" the woman suddenly asks, surprising you.

"sorry?" you let out.

"my apologies," she waves her hand. "it's just, i'd be shocked if you were without a husband. you're quite beautiful."

your cheeks heat up at her words. "well...thank you, miss. but no, i'm happily unmarried."

"happily?" she cocks her head to the side.

"yes." you nod. "i've come to realize that i don't need a man to take care of me. i can take care of myself. those brothers fixing up the mill can assure you that."

"oh, really?" she smirks, but there's no condescending tone in her words.

"indeed." you nod again. "those boys are practically my own blood if they didn't come from a different daddy. if you see one of 'em, steer clear."

"and why is that?" she questions.

"they don't like people who ain't from here. and they especially don't like when they flirt with me," you answer.

a smile curls on the woman's lips. "you believe i'm flirting?"

you shrug your shoulders, leaning forward over the counter. "i dunno. a lot of folk like trying their hardest with me. i ain't surprised cause you're a lady, miss."

"really? and has any of them figured it out?" she says, still smiling.

"not a single one." you shake your head, a smile making its way onto your lips.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

"fuck,"

you let out the second sophia puts her knee in between your thighs, leaning your head back against the wall. her lips travel against your jawline, leaving wet kisses in her trace trailing down to your neck. her hands have your dress bunched up your legs, grabbing your hips tight enough to leave marks even through the clothing's material. her teeth nip at your neck gently, making a small gasp come from you before she starts sucking on the skin to leave a dark bruise. "god..." you sigh out.

hearing this, sophia pulls away from your neck and stares into your eyes. "god?" she says quietly. "oh darling...there is no god."

opening your eyes, you let out a gasp when you see her eyes, and her hand instantly clamps over your mouth to keep you from screaming with her other holding you in place against the wall. those red eyes, the exact ones you were told about. the ones that belonged to the demons of the night. they were staring right at you. you weren't sure if you were breathing at this point, fear completely overpowering your body keeping you in place.

"you listen very closely my dear," sophia starts, her voice low. "i came here to find the one with the guitar. if you cooperate with me and the others, then we'll spare your little town. what do you have to do? bring her to me, and nothing will happen to anyone. understand?"

you quickly nod your head, and she slowly removes her hand from your mouth. "are you going to kill me?" you whisper.

"no." she shakes her head. "but you're going to be one of us now."

before you can even process the words, she's grabbing your nape and biting you in the neck. a sharp gasp leaves your mouth as you feel the pain immediately upon her fangs digging into your throat. your hands grasp at her, trying to push her off of you but your body is getting weaker by the second, your heartbeat is slowing, your head feels heavy, your vision is growing dark.

this is it. this is how you die. in the arms of a demon of the night that you stupidly thought nothing of. you know it. your eyes flutter shut, and you barely feel your body drop to the ground.

"don't worry dear, everything will be fine."

[evanpeterswhoresblog]

Sleepless Nights

Remus Lupin x f!reader

warnings: smut, idk if it’s protected p in v, fingering, making out, rough sex, so idk what it’s called but spoiler the other boys watch/ listen? yeahhhhh

summary: the cure to your sleepless night rests in your boyfriends bed…

word count: 1.8k

a/n: i love this teehee hope you enjoy.

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It was dark. Almost pitch black. Your arms were cold, you were just in a tank top and small pajama shorts, you rubbed your hands over them a few times before gently letting one fall to the doorknob. You shouldn’t have been there, you knew that. But sleep seemed impossible that night and the only cure you could think of was your boyfriend's warm embrace. He was surely asleep by then, but it wouldn’t hurt to surprise him. So, with your heart pounding in your chest you slowly twisted the doorknob.

The door creaked as you pushed it open. You held your breath with nervousness. You could barely see a thing. The temptation to light your wand up filled you, but you left your wand in your dorm and even if you had it, you couldn’t light it. There were four sleeping boys in the room after all.

You closed the door behind you swiftly before you began to take careful steps through the room, using your hands to guide you. His bed was the furthest from the door, unfortunately, but you could find it even in the dark. You were very familiar with it after all.

Once you reached his bed, you found his curtains were open. That wasn’t a surprise. The marauders were very close, you knew they didn’t keep many secrets from each other. Remus always told you how comfortable he felt with the boys. They were his family.

You felt around the bed to see where he was, and thankfully he was positioned more toward the other side of the mattress. You slipped into the bed and under the covers quickly. Remus shifted.

“What...?”

“It’s me, love,” you whispered. “Couldn’t sleep.”

He relaxed a bit and turned to face you. Through the darkness, you could barely see the outline of his face. But just knowing he was there looking at you made the tension in your head fade. You felt one of his hands suddenly on your waist, he used it to pull your body against his. You snuggled into him instantly.

“Bad dream?” He asked. His voice was deep, sleepy, and at that moment extremely attractive.

“No, I’m just... restless,” you answered. Your head was in his chest, you could smell his cologne and soap. It made your head spin. You were mad for him.

“Ah, well I hope I can help,” he mumbled and kissed your forehead before resting his chin on top of your head.

For some reason, it was all too much for you. The smell of him, the feeling of his arm draped over your waist, the sound of his quiet voice. Your restlessness began to fade into something different entirely. Desire. You opened your legs and moved one over his body, your thigh pressed tightly on his hip where it had been plenty of times before. You shifted again and then you felt it, his clothed cock on your clothed center. It made you hold your breath.

He wasn’t hard at first, but that quickly changed.

“Love, I thought you wanted to sleep,” he mumbled.

Suddenly you felt too hot. You moved back a bit and pulled your tank top off instantly, and your shorts right after. Though you still couldn’t clearly see his face, you knew Remus was staring at you with wide eyes. Or a smirk. Either way, he was watching. And it only made your desire grow.

“Touch me,” you breathed. “Please.”

You were desperate at that point. Your panties were soaked, your heart was racing with anticipation, and your mind was consumed by only one thought. You moved closer to Remus once again and shakily ran your fingers through his shaggy hair. You could feel his breathing pattern change.

Within a second his lips were on yours, moving fast and rough. Your stomach filled with the familiar butterflies you got when the two of you kissed and you could barely breathe. His fingertips trailed over your breasts, your stomach, and your hip, before finally settling on the back of your upper thigh, almost on your ass. He moved fast. One moment you were like that, then the next he was over you, his hand between your thighs.

You could’ve screamed from the relief his fingers gave your clit. But instead, you spoke shakily. “Close... close the curtains.”

“How about we leave them open?”

Your eyes widened and you covered your mouth with your hand as he thrust two of his fingers inside you without warning. It was too much pleasure; you could barely contain yourself.

“I need... silencing charm... Rem.”

Remus tisked and moved his head down to your shoulder. His hot breath against your skin drove you insane. “Let’s see how quiet you can be.”

He pressed a kiss to your neck, and you let out a whimper into your hand. Typically, you liked it when he got in that mood. He’d fuck you so hard you’d scream his name. But at that moment, in his open bed with three other boys sleeping not too many feet away, you weren’t sure. However, when he caught your lips in another heated kiss you decided relieving yourself of your restlessness was more important than decency. So, you didn’t dare stop.

His skilled fingers worked wonders on you, it was hard to keep quiet. Especially when he moved his lips down your jaw, your neck, your chest... When he took one of your nipples into his mouth you had to muffle your moans with your palm. You knew through the darkness the boys couldn’t see what was happening, at least not clearly. The noises, however, could be loud and clear. You tried your hardest to stifle them.

Remus kissed his way back up to your lips, leaving behind a few marks to prove his presence. As he thrust his fingers deep inside you, you bit down on his lip to stop yourself from moaning. You could feel your orgasm approaching and it was dangerous. You wrapped your arms around his neck and held him tightly, your panting was probably too loud as it was. You didn’t know if you could cum without screaming.

“Rem I- fuck- please silencing charm I can’t-” Your pleading whispers filled the air.

“Can’t what?”

You whimpered as he rubbed your clit with his thumb, his other fingers still deep in you. “Can’t stay quiet. It’s too good. Please.”

He only sped up his movements and licked a line up your neck to your ear. “You think this is hard? Just wait till I fuck you.”

That was it. That sent you over the edge. You did the only thing you could think of and sunk your teeth into his shoulder as your body shook from pleasure. You held him tight as your body convulsed with waves of euphoria. Remus didn’t stutter for a second, not even when your teeth broke his skin and blood spilled into your mouth. He took it like it was nothing.

When you were done, he moved to connect your lips for a few seconds, the taste of his blood surely in his mouth too.

“Fuck that was hot,” he whispered hungrily. He ripped off your panties completely and moved to relieve himself of his boxers. “Bite me more.”

“Are you sure?” You touched the mark on his shoulder, it was swollen. “Doesn’t it hurt?”

“I like it rough; can I be rough?” He asked.

You weren’t sure why he was asking. The two of you had rough sex before. But for some reason, you got the impression this would be different. He was like an animal in that moment, insatiable. It made your body tingle with excitement.

“Yeah,” you answered. “Please.”

His tip brushed against your thigh, and you realized how hard it was going to be to stay quiet. You could’ve told him no, but you really didn’t want to. It was difficult, but it was exciting. So, when he began to push himself inside you, you didn’t say a word. Instead, you pulled him in for a kiss to help keep quiet as he stretched you out.

One of his hands moved down your body again, finding its place on your ass. He gripped your skin hard, his nails dug into you. And as he started his almost painfully deep and quick thrusts, he pulled you closer. The sensation was unearthly. Each thrust hit your cervix, and you were on the brink of losing all sense of your noises.

You bit down on his other shoulder, your nails dug into his back. He was fucking you so hard. You wondered if he’d cast a silent spell to make sure the bed wouldn’t rock because, at the vigorous pace, he was going, you couldn���t believe the bed wasn’t making a single sound.

Tears filled your eyes, you couldn’t breathe, it was far too much for you to remain quiet. You released his skin from your teeth and let your head fall back on his pillow. With your eyes squeezed shut, you put a hand over your mouth.

“S-Silencing charm Rem,” you breathed. Even those few words felt too loud, you couldn’t help yourself. “Please.”

He pushed himself in so far you whimpered, it hurt so good. “Yeah, yeah alright.” His breathing was far from even, and his words were unstable. He needed it too.

Silently, he closed the curtains and cast the spell. You released your breath you didn’t even know you were holding and moaned. Remus didn’t hesitate to switch things up given the new freedom of noise. He moved back on his knees and flipped you over. You gasped, but as he pulled your ass into the air you inhaled a deep breath knowing what was to come.

He fucked you so hard you cried. Your tears stained his pillows, your voice of approval and encouragement were loud. He fucked you through two more orgasms before finally letting himself get off. You loved the moans he let out as he came, and you were grateful he’d cast a silencing charm because you needed to hear him.

In the aftermath, you lay with your head on his chest. He brushed his fingers through your hair lazily, and despite how sweaty the two of you were you didn’t care to clean up. It was perfect as it was.

“Sorry if I was too much I... I don’t know,” he said after some time.

“Don’t apologize, I loved it. But I am going to be sore for probably two days so don’t try to do this again till then,” you replied with a laugh.

“You would’ve told me, right? If it was too much.” He sounded concerned, worried.

You looked up at him despite the darkness and touched a hand to his cheek. “Rem, you didn’t hurt me. Well, you did. But I wanted it. Don’t feel bad. If it was too much, I would’ve told you I promise.”

“You were crying.” He pointed out.

“Yeah, because it was so good. I love you so much, Rem. I’ve cried before during sex, remember on Valentine's Day last year?”

“Well yeah but that was different I wasn’t so... you know.”

“True, but either way I love you. And I want to do this again.” You assured him with a short kiss. “Now we should probably sleep.”

“I love you too and yeah, we probably should.”

But as the two of you fell asleep you didn’t realize there were 3 pairs of open eyes and hard cocks in the room.

[mondaymelon]

first time in this account lol Idk if you're taking requests but I saw that post some minutes ago and... Idk, wanted to request something lol, if you didn't do it yet! What about headcanons with a reader who doesn't show physical attention until some years of knowing them? Like, they know each other for about 5 years and just then the reader decides to do some small act of physical affection... I wanted the headcanons to be with Childe, Arlecchino, Wanderer and Furina! If you can <3

₊˚ෆ 𝐈𝐅 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔… | childe, wanderer, arlecchino, furina x gn!reader

( childe's part might be a little ooc. havent done that part of the archon quest yet cries. also mwah arlecchino we love her in this household !! )

[ You were always someone who wasn’t fond of physical attention. Fleeting touches and kisses to the cheeks were never your forte, yet what should happen if the lover you’ve had for years is suddenly on the receiving end of such affections? ]

"physical affection... ah- it's okay if you can't show that to me, there's plenty of other ways to tell that you love me!"

CHILDE was the one to say those words to you, and the held the most certain truth. You were his lover, and a hug or two couldn't sway the fact! While the harbinger is quite the puppy and often yearns for your warmth, he'll respect your boundaries and allow you whatever. A lover like Childe places your happiness as a priority over his, wanting more to see your eyes sparkle than his own.

"Love, you wouldn't believe what happened in the courthouse today." You glance up from your spot where you're curled up on the couch, snuggled into a fluffy blanket and holding a warm drink in your hands, one of Inazuma's light novels sitting on the armrest. You hear the door to the two of you's home shut and lock, and listen to... Childe's footsteps. How strange, is he stumbling?

Glancing up, you internally gape at the cuts on his body, your eyes instantly drawn at the red splattered across his features. "'Taglia, what hap-"

He lets out a dry chuckle, grinning sheepishly as he rids his shoes at the door. "No worries, the blood isn't mine. Most of it, at least. I managed to get out of there in time, so all's well, yeah?"

As if that'd provide you any comfort. You narrow your eyes, glaring at him unyieldingly, until Childe has no choice but to force out another tasteless chuckle. "Come on now, I'm home, so let's do something fun instead of just being mad at me, 'kay?"

"Tartaglia."

The man flinches, his deep ocean eyes rounding. When you call him that and not his nickname, he knew that he had landed himself in deep shit. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry." He says that, but the sentence rounds up in a change of his tone, sounding almost suspiciously like a question. "It won't happen aga-"

The world itself seems to stop.

Your head is buried into his chest, arms wrapped around his waist. Archons, can you hear how fast his heart is beating? You've made him into a complete and utter mess. He's blushing, his ears practically on fire, and any thoughts once in his brain have been seared away in single second. It takes him to the count of three to remember how to breathe once more, his chest erratically heaving up and down as his shaking arms wrap around you hesitantly, wondering if it'd be okay to do so.

"...Love?"

"Mhm?"

"I- I thought you-"

"If it's with you, I'm okay."

Oh, how those words tug at his heart. You look so perfect in his arms - yes, you looked simply perfect all the time, he'd admit in a split-second. The messy nest of hair atop your head when you woke up in the early mornings, the dark bags under your eyes when you didn't sleep until late at night, your smile, your laugh, even your scowl. It silenced any effort to not fall in love with you.

A smile tugs at his lips. A bright one, a warm one, if that was even possible. Perhaps his eyes are shining with tears, or perhaps it was merely a trick of light, but he holds you all the closer, not wanting to let you go.

"Love, I... Archons, I don't think I'd be able to love anyone but you." ₊˚ෆ

"..great. i don't want your filthy hands on me anyways, so there shouldn't be a problem, hm?"

WANDERER's words were just that, would it kill him to be a little nicer? It didn't matter... you knew your lover well, or at least well enough to tell that what he said wasn't the complete truth.

Sure, you had seen him shrug off and make expressions of disgust directed towards particularly touchy people that he'd become somewhat acquainted with. And you most certainly had witnessed his frustrated outbursts and rants when he returned home to your shared abode, whining and grumbling about any trivial error someone had made - that is, brushing fingers with him while passing him papers. Something that couldn't exactly be avoided, yet he had glared at the wall for a good amount all the same.

Ah, but then there were moments when he thought you weren't looking, and that was when his eyes would drink you in. Grazing over your eyes, to your lips, then to your hands, where'd they linger on your fingers for perhaps longer than they should.

And you'd catch the times where you were inclined to say something flirtatious - words that were never all that flirtatious in the first place, Wanderer just happened to be unusually susceptible. Chin resting on your hand, eyes staring into his, you'd say something about how pretty he was, and then he'd just about go into neurogenic shock, likely not speaking to you the rest of the day, the tips of his ears, if one squinted to a certain extent, pink.

"Love." You glance up at him, a slight pout fixed on your lips. He'd been immersed in minor tasks, and those pesky things were what stole his attention away from you. An ironic twist of fate, as you were usually the one to be drowning in work, and he'd be the one practically begging for affection.

He hums, yet doesn't even bother to look at you.

"Do you want to go for a walk?"

"No."

"Go get something to eat?"

"No."

"Visit the... House of Daena?"

"No."

"Shall we feed the finches?"

A slight pause. "...No."

"Then... let's hold hands?"

He froze at your words, and it seemed that the male lost the function of inhaling, for he sat there unmoving for what seemed like hours, his expression petrified in its form of his large eyes, raised eyebrows, and mouth slightly ajar.

"...Excuse me?" It seemed that he doubted his own ears, for he set his work aside and fixed his focus upon you, fingers trembling just the slightest.

"Hmph, have you suddenly forgotten how to think?" You frowned, yet your eyes curved into crescents all the same, and Wanderer felt his breath hitch at how ethereal you were. The sly fox you were, you took his moment of shock, settling by his side and intertwining your fingers with his. "Like this, is it not?" You were smiling now, and for the first time you glimpsed the red on his ears, but now on his face too, a rosy red descending upon his cheeks.

"What's..." Perhaps you were right. His vocabulary had suddenly dwindled, and now he had nothing but questions - that, and the growing warmth in his chest. "What do you think you're doing right now?"

Whatever attempt he had to sound "mean" had failed. You knew him too well for that. "Holding hands, what else? Your hands are cold you know-" And at that he flinched. "But it feels nice."

D...Did it really?

"You, no... love, let's stay like this. You're... warm." ₊˚ෆ

"when you sought me, i thought it'd be a serious matter. there's no trouble in it, truly, so there's no need to look so dejected."

ARLECCHINO hadn't even batted an eye. Was there a reason to? Yes, this certainly crossed off any thought of romantic couple things like kissing and hand holding, but it wasn't like she'd gasp dramatically and fall to the ground, blaming you for setting boundaries-

As if she'd ever. Your imagination was running wild today, perhaps it was the lack of sleep finally catching up to you? It was a stark contrast compared to Arlecchino, who went days without rest, shuffling through paper after paper on her desk and constantly relaying messages to her subordinates. She was a hard worker - a trait most easily overlooked, but it was a point of adoration for you. A point among many. Arlecchino was an easy person to love, despite the bristling thorns she'd show at first glance.

"Darling, a cup of tea, please?" Her gaze flicked up from her work to you, a thin smile decorating her lips. It was more a less a habit the two of you established - that is, pouring her tea. Her favorite cup was the one you had gifted her when you first started your relationship, shaded in a dark hue and embellished with roses, their blooms, petals, and thorny branches spreading across the expanse of porcelain. You placed said cup on her desk with a breath of satisfaction, tilting you head in questioning at the unusual amount of papers on her desk.

"Arle, did something happen?"

She merely chuckled to herself, her eyes shining with delight. "Ah, why don't you wager a guess?" You were her "subordinate" of sorts, although your true association was far more intimate. You knew of her plans with Fontaine, and helped carry them out. She revered your loyalty, but your warmth far more.

"...Has the hydro gnosis been secured?"

She snapped her fingers in one swift motion, her small smile widening into a true one that played across her ruby lips. "Correct, I'd expect nothing less of someone as capable as my lover."

"Then, Lyney, Lynette, and Freminet..."

"They've done well." It'd be hard to forsake the note of pride in her voice. Setting down the sheets in her gloved hands, she stood from her seat slowly, letting her eyes scan over your body. "You've asked your question, now shall I ask mine? Darling, I did quite well myself, did I not?"

Her expectant gaze read one thing, but instead of the usual quality time spending the two of you'd share, this time, you had rather differing plans. Smiling, you walked up to her, not letting the way her eyes sparkled just the slightest escape your sight. Promptly, sneakily, you flung yourself upon her, beaming as your hands found refuge winding about her torso, nearly instantly trapping her into your death hug. "You did, Arle~!"

"..." At her silence, you glanced up, only to be met with a sight that drew blush upon your own cheeks. Her usually composed, mystery-shroud features were now conflicted with crossing emotions... of what, however, was rather indecipherable. Arlecchino was a person of many masks, yet now it seemed that her "mask" displayed but one thing - love.

"Darling, I... you look perfect in my arms, so shall we stay like this a moment longer?" ₊˚ෆ

"is that so? a trivial matter, is it by law that i must hold you in my arms in order to prove my love for you?"

FURINA's multicolored irises and teardrop pupils twinkled, their shine dancing on the moonlit breeze. A hand daintily held a teacup, its fragrant contents swirling about the porcelain basin. Her laugh accompanied the cool evening wind, and she fluttered her eyes shut in a smile that brightened her expression. "Come now, why so shocked? Wouldn't this be expected from someone as benevolent as I?"

It was a scene that would remain forever painted in your mind, like a beautiful mural that one's eyes could not possibly forsake. The way her mouth tugged upwards and the manner in which her eyes curv-

"Hey, are you even listening to me right now?" A familiar voice tugged you out of your reminiscence of the confrontation months prior. Furina displayed a childish frown on her lips, her partly furrowed eyes sharpening her gaze into a rather particular one.

Oh, lost in thought once more. You let out a soft sigh, nodding sheepishly. "Yes, love, I am.."

"Mhm..." Your words left a no, you clearly aren't!" Furina sat up, her intensifying discontentment apparent on her features. "I said I got you access to front ticket seats to the hottest new court case! You know, the one involving the robbery... the one that's quite literally got the entire Steambird in a chokehold? Yet, you're not excited in the slightest!?" She sounded offended, and she likely was, for her cheeks were flushed the slightest in rash frustration and her narrowed eyes creased at their corners. "Appreciate my efforts, why don't you?"

"Appreciate" indeed.

Ah, but was a sudden, tight embrace overshooting it? For she tensed in your arms, her frame absolutely suspended in your hold, her slack jaw giving the slightest tremor. "Mon amour, just w-what are you-?"

"Come now, Furina, am I not permitted to hug my own lover now?" The jesting in your voice faded as the sarcastic grin on your face formed a smaller, more genuine one. "I'm... ah, I'm okay, if it's with you. I'll be okay."

She paused at your words, contemplation of them flashing in her gaze, and let out a gratified exhale. "Then..." she nearly melted in your embrace, leaning her head into your arms compliantly.

"Don't you dare think I've forgotten about your previous transgression, but... ah, it can be forgiven, can't it, mon amour?" ₊˚ෆ

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[kawoala]

omggg for ur event, can i do a workplace romance w atsumu where ur a new hire that he lowkey has a crush on?? blended would be cool :3. thank you!! <33

RAN THROUGH; atsumu miya. burger—haikyuu. drink—workplace romance.

contents word count ; 746. blended; smau/traditional. reader + tsumu work at a restaurant. minor profanity. DON’T PAY ATTENTION TO THE TIMESTAMPS, THANK YOU! sad undertone? implied fatherless atsumu.

authors notes MAKATTACK!!!! i loved writing this lowkey………………..

the restaurant is empty. it’s 9 o’clock—about an hour past closing—but you’re still here, cleaning. you’re not sure how the customers are capable of dirtying something so fast, but the tables and floors are always filthy by the end of the night.

your movements as you wipe down the last table of the night are sluggish and lazy, your mind is miles away from anything vaguely related to the restaurant. your hand moves almost absentmindedly, wiping the same spot over and over again. you know you should move on, finish this up quickly, but your mind won’t let you move. you’re paralyzed by your thoughts.

class tomorrow. need to visit your mother. do laundry. assignment due tonight. answer email. car needs an oil change. apply for the part-time job at the convenience store on the corner? rent due soon. need groceries.

you go through the thoughts like they’re a checklist. they play in your head like a loop. class tomorrow. laundry. oil. class tomorrow. oil. rent due. class tomorrow. assignment tonight. oil. groceries. laundry. class tomorrow.

“you okay?”

you spin around quickly, grasping the rag to your chest. “atsumu!” you exclaim in a breathless whisper. you hit him with the rag lightly and shake your head. “you scared the shit out of me. i thought you went home already?”

he snickers, and shakes his head as well. “nah. i was going to, but then i remembered i’d rather bother you instead.”

“har har,” you drone sarcastically, giving him an unimpressed look. “seriously though, go home. i can close by myself. all that’s left is this table.” you pause, then narrow your eyes. “did you do the bar? you know the afternoon shift hates it when you don’t put the cups where they’re supposed to be.”

“yes, manager y/n,” he mocks, plopping down in the booth. he puts his arms across the back of it and lets his head fall back, eyes falling shut. “my feet hurt so bad, dude. i think i need to get some new shoes.”

you hum and sit down across from him. you put your elbow on the table, and your cheek in your hand, thoughts drifting back to all the things you need to do. you don’t notice your brows furrowing until atsumu reaches a hand forward and presses his thumb in between your brows.

“what are you thinking so hard about?” he asks, leaning forward, head tilted. the look in his eyes is so genuine, you have to look down at the table. “it’s, like, nine o’clock, dude. you should be thinking about your comfy bed.”

you don’t answer immediately, choosing to pick at a scratch on the varnished wood. “i have a lot to do tomorrow,” you mumble. your voice drops down to a whisper when you say, “too much.”

“like what?”

you look up and meet his eyes again, but not before catching a glimpse of that stupid smile that’s so atsumu you kind of want to punch him. “uh, just college stuff, mostly. i have to pay rent, get my oil changed—it’s gonna cost a lot of money.” you shake your head and laugh humorlessly. “sorry, you probably don’t want to hear about my money problems.”

“ah,” he hums softly, nodding. “i can, uh, change your oil for you if you want. for free. just so you don’t have to worry about it anymore.” he gives you a shrug.

“you know about cars?”

he shrugs again. “a little. my dad was a mechanic before mom had me and my brother, so he taught us how to do basic shit. change a tire, change oil, stuff like that.”

his eyes dart away from yours at the mention of his dad. you want to ask about it, but refrain. you know what it’s like to have family problems—how hard it is to talk about that stuff.

“that’s cool,” you say. “and, yeah, that’d be nice. thanks.”

suddenly, he clears his throat and shuffles his way out of the booth. “come on.” he vaguely nods his head in the direction of the kitchen. “we’re done, let’s get outta here.” you can practically see the hesitation on his as he asks, “you wanna come over? watch a movie, or something? i can make food, too. i’m freakishly good at cooking.”

you laugh at the way he emphasizes his sentence. you stand and wipe the nonexistent dust off your pants and nod once. “yeah, food sounds pretty good right about now.”

[wlwsoccerfics]

That's my Girl(GraceClintonXReader)

A/N: a little late, but Happy Birthday to our favorite hugger. i know the amount of Goals isn't accurate, but let's pretend it is for the sake of the Story.

Warning: a bit suggestive.

Summary: your girlfriend scores her 10th Goal for the lionesses.

You told your girlfriend since the beginning of the year, that she was gonna score 10 Goals for England before the Euros this year. Right now she was at 6 Goals. So four more Girls to Go. If you were right about this the two of you would get a Dog. That's the Deal the two of you made. If she won you would go Camping with her. She really wanted to have a romantic Camping trip but you always said no. Not being a Fan of staying outside at night in only a tent. But the bet was worth it. You were confident with her abilities to make it happen.

You arrived at Camp together. Of course you did. You lived together and played for Manchester United together. So it made sense. You planned on proposing to her this Camp as well. It was exciting. You were nervous but also happy with taking the next step in your relationship. Before you could even walk inside the Media Team handed Grace some Birthday Gifts. Which you thought was really cute. After that you walked inside.

"Lucy!" You happily say when you saw your older sister. Jumping into her arms.

"hey y/n. I like the new Hair!" She chuckled softly. Holding you close.

"thank you!" You told her. You have brunette Hair like Lucy but you changed it up a bit and went a bit more light with the color and a bit shorter. It was shoulder length now. Even though you were 11 years apart you were still really close.

"hey Lucy." Grace stated and hugged your sister. Lucy hugged her back with one arm while still holding you.

"hey Grace, Happy Birthday." Lucy answered and smiled softly. Yes it was arrival day at Camp and Grace' Birthday.

"thank you Lucy!" Your girlfriend replied with a smile.

"how are the two of You?" Lucy wanted to know.

"we are great." Grace answered. You let go of your sister and stood on your own two feet again.

"yes what she said!" You stated.

"so whipped!" Lucy replied.

"glad to be whipped! I mean have you seen her? She is to me what Ona is to you!" You explained and Grace blushed softly.

"aww." She answered. Lucy blushed as well when her girlfriends Name was mentioned.

"Lucia, you are also whipped!" You told her, teasingly.

You two walked to your shared room and ran into Leah, your captain and into Millie Bright.

"hey Le, Hey Millie." You said and smiled at them.

"ah hello to our Young lovebirds." Millie replied and smiled. Leah was also smiling.

"they grow up so fast, our little Baby Birds!" The blonde Lionesses captain stated, of course she was teasing.

"you two are worse then my sister!" You replied.

"i was thinking the exact same!" Grace agreed with you.

After some more Smalltalk and more teasing from the older Lionesses you finally made it to your room. Both of you quickly unpacking your suitcases.

"Babe? Want to go down to the Lunch room? Or Game room? Maybe a nap?" You asked her.

"First food, then Games and then a nap?" She asked.

"Sounds like a plan."you replied and put on a comfy England track suit, Grace did the same. You then walked downstairs and to the Lunch room. Grabbing two plates full of food from the Buffet before sitting at a table with Tooney, Alessia & Mary.

"Lovebirds,came down after a quickie?" Tooney asked the two of you. You looked at your Manchester United teammate.

"Tooney, If we start something in that way i can guarantee you it won't be quick!" You said dryly. Grace chuckled softly. Giving you a high five. The look Tooney had on her face was priceless.

"you broke Tooney!" Mary answered, the Goalkeeper was grinning softly.

"you sure did!" Lessi said and laughed softly.

"i am not broken..." She replied and laughed a bit.

"No just bruised!" You jokingly answered. Everyone was laughing now.

After you all of you went to the gaming room to Play some FC25. Well you and Mary did while Tooney, Lessi & Grace played some UNO. After gaming for two hours you went to your room to nap. You planned on being back for Team Dinner but ended Up having a really long nap. Sleeping until 10pm. Then you went on a quick walk together before going back to bed.

The next day you walked onto the trainings pitch with your girlfriend, your sister and Keira. Who was also like a big sister to you.

"are you excited for the Game in a few days?" Lucy asked.

"very excited." You stated.

"looking forward to it." Grace replied.

"my Girl is gonna score 4 Goals during this national break. I just know it!" You answered.

"Love how confident you are in her abilities!" Keira said with a soft smile.

"well i know my girl can back it up with her skills!" You explained and kissed Grace on the cheek.

"yes that and we get a puppy If i manage to Score 4 mors Goals for England before the Euros!" Grace stated and giggled.

Practice started after Sarina explained a few things. You partnered with Jess Carter for the drills. She was one of your best friends actually. Then you worked on Standards before practice was over. For now at least. The next few days were filled with lots of practice and team bonding.

It was Game day and you would play Belgium in a few hours. Right now you sat on the bus to the Stadium. Grace was cuddling you while you slowly drifted off to sleep. Your sister ended up taking a picture.

You arrived at the Stadium, and were now wide awake. Walking into the changing rooms to put your stuff down. You didn't talk much because you were so focused. That happened alot when you had important Games. A few hours before a game you kind of fell into some deep meditation and everyone knew that.

A few hours later you were on the pitch, the Game was 13 minutes old old when you passed the ball to Grace. Who was right outside the Box and kicked the ball into the back of the net. Goal for England. Goal for Grace. She only had three more Goals to go until she would reach 10 Goals for the lionesses.

"that's my Girl!" You yelled out in the second half cause in Minute 60 and 62 your girlfriend secured a Hattrick. Only one more Goal to Go until the euros. Alessia also secured two Goals Minute 50 and 79. So five Goals for England.

The Game ended with 5 Goals for the lionesses and 1 Goal for Belgium cause they managed to Score in the 92th Minute.

You celebrated with the Fans and the Team and most Importantly with Grace. Kissing her happily. Giving her hugs. And that night alone you celebrated as well.

Guess who got another Goal in the next Game and had to keep their promise of getting a Dog?

[shortnfreaky]

bed chem

a/n: had to make a fic inspired by bed chem for niall, it's just too perfect, like meant to be actually. as sabrina fan and niall fan, i had to i fear

warnings: smut, minors DNI, p in v, unprotected sex, oral sex, language, niall and y/n being absolute love stricken for each other

masterlist • requests page

requests are open <3

"I was in a sheer dress the day that we met We were both in a rush, we talked for a sec Your friend hit me up, so we could connect And what are the odds you send me a text?"

You were attending an award show, and just happened to spot him from the red carpet. He was right in front of you getting his pictures taken by the paparazzi. Niall spotted you as well, sending you a quick smile as he walked off the carpet, allowing you to get your pictures taken next. This wasn't the first time you had seen Niall, you two have briefly met before at other award shows. You always wished that you guys could become closer though, you've always thought that he was cute, and you two always got along well the few times you had met. You walked up, the cameras flashing as soon as they spotted you. You showed off the sheer dress that you were adorned in, hitting a few different poses for the cameras before walking off. You saw Niall hanging around off the carpet waiting for you. You shuffled over to him as fast as you could due to how tight the dress was, knowing that you two were in a rush and didn't have long to speak. You quickly greeted one another, talking for a few minutes. You two hit it off like you always did, but something felt a little different this time.

"Well, I got to get to my seat. But hey, maybe I'll see you around afterwards, yeah?" Niall spoke.

You smiled at him. "Yeah, maybe I'll see you around.

You both scurried off to your seats. The both of you talking to your friends about how you wished you could connect with each other for the rest of the night. Little did you two know, your friends were mutual friends. They had a plan to set you two up.

After the show ended, you went straight back to your hotel. You got changed into your pajamas and laid in bed. You were scrolling through instagram, looking at all of your fan's reactions to your outfit from tonight. But you couldn't get your mind off of Niall, you never saw him again, which made your stomach sink a little, knowing that you missed another shot at getting to know him better. But just then, you got a message from one of his friends.

"Hey y/n, just wanted to let you know that I gave Niall your number, he was asking for it, hopes thats alright. Just wanted to give you a heads up." The message read.

"Ok, thanks for the heads up." You quickly replied back.

Just then you got another text.

"Hey y/n, it's Niall, got your number from a mutual friend."

You smiled at the text, knowing that you finally got your chance.

"And now the next thing I know, I'm like Manifest that you're oversized I digress, got me scrollin' like Out of breath, got me going like (ooh) Who's the cute boy with the white jacket and the thick accent? Like (ooh, ah)"

Over the next few weeks, you and Niall texted and called constantly. You were falling for him hard, in fact you were already fantasying about the things he could do to you. Manifesting that he was oversized and that he'd fill you up so nice. You'd stalk his social medias, practically drooling over some of the pictures of him. He truly took your breath away. You found him so attractive. You were still thinking about seeing him at that awards show. Niall had on a white jacket that fit him perfectly, and that pretty accent of his that you loved so much. You couldn't wait until the next time you could see him again.

"But I bet we'd have really good bed chem How you pick me up, pull 'em down, turn me 'round Oh, it just makes sense How you talk so sweet when you're doing bad things That's bed chem How you're looking at me, yeah, I know what that means And I'm obsessed Are you free next week? I bet we'd have really good"

Waiting for Niall's tour to end so you could meet up again felt like forever. He still continued to text you and facetime you every night. But you just wanted to see him in person, wanted to hear that accent in person, wanted to know what it felt like to be held by him, and you couldn't wait to see how good y'alls bed chem was. You were laying in bed just dreaming of it, suddenly your thoughts were interrupted by a facetime call from Niall. You quickly grabbed your phone and answered it, immediately being met with a smiley Niall.

"Hey princess." He smiled.

You stomach fluttered at the nickname. Niall had been calling you that for a while now, but it still got you a little flustered. "Hey Ni." You smiled back.

"Surprised you're up so late, you should be in bed." He frowned.

"I'm fine, was waiting for your call." You yawned.

"Wish we were in the same timezone." He spoke.

Niall was finishing up his last few shows in London, and you were in the U.S. still.

"I know," You agreed.

"Well hey, I got some good news. Are you free next week?" Niall asked.

You perked up a little. "Yeah, why?"

"Well, I was thinking you could fly down here to London, watch me finish up the last few shows, then you could just stay with me for couple of weeks." He confessed, his tone a bit nervous.

You smiled. "I would love to."

"Great, I can't wait to see you." Niall smiled, relieved.

"Come right on me, I mean camaraderie Said you're not in my time zone, but you wanna be Where art thou? Why not uponeth me? See it my mind, let's fulfill the prophecy (ooh)"

You had been in London for a few days now, watching Niall finish up his last few shows. But tonight was the first night you actually had time to hangout, and Niall was taking you out to dinner. You sat across from him at the table. You two were eating and chatting the night away. It felt so right to be in his presence, the smile never left your face.

"You're so beautiful." Niall blurted out.

"You don't look to bad yourself either, Ni." You smiling, admiring him with your arm propping your face up.

He was in a button down shirt, with just enough buttons undone to show off part of his chest, and it was driving you wild. You couldn't hardly stand it anymore.

"Niall." You said.

"Yes y/n?"

"I want you." You spoke, bringing your gaze up to look him in the eyes.

Niall smirked. "Then what are we waiting for?" He said as he got up out of his seat, grabbing your hand and pulling you out of yours, as he headed out of the restaurant and back to his car. Neither of you even cared about the paparazzi outside taking pictures of you two hand in hand, and rumors that was going to arise from it. He was just worried about getting you back home so he could finally have you, only worried about fulfilling the prophecy. He opened your door for you, before getting in the car himself and starting the journey back to his house. He had his hand resting on your thigh the entire ride home, making you even wetter. As soon as you pulled into the driveway, Niall had you up over his shoulder, scurrying to his room. He laid you down gently on the bed.

"Who's the cute guy with wide blue eyes and the big bad mmh? Like (ooh, ah) I know I sound a bit redundant"

"Fuck, 'been waiting to do this." Niall whisper, undoing his belt.

You grabbed his hand, stopping him. Niall gave you a confused look.

"Let me undress you." You begged.

"Shit, go right ahead, princess."

You slowly unbuttoned his shirt, retaining eye contact with him as you did so. You tossed the shirt on the ground, quickly getting up on your knees to pepper kisses along his shoulders and you undid his pants, letting them drop to ground, Niall stepped out of them. You leaned back a little to look at you work, seeing the huge bulge in his underwear already. You hastily pulled his underwear off, letting his dick spring loose. Fuck it was so pretty, even bigger than you imagined with precum already leaking from the tip. You were practically drooling over it.

"Like what you see?" Niall snickered.

"Fuck yes, Ni."

He chuckled a little. "Okay, my turn now."

Your stomach fluttered as Niall pulled your dress off over your head.

"So pretty." He murmured before unclasping your bra, letting your tits free. He brought his mouth to one, sucking and licking on the sensitive bud, eliciting a moan from you. You let your head fall back, bringing your hand up to run through his hair. Niall finally let off the bud, bringing his hand up to cup your jaw, bringing your lips to his. You let your tongues swipe together as he cupped your face. You had barely even got started yet, and you were already overwhelmed with pleasure. You were the one to finally pull away.

"God, you don't know how long I've been waiting for this." You cried.

"I know." Niall agreed, still out of breath from the makeout.

You pushed him to sit against the headboard.

"Wanna suck your cock, Ni." You said before taking his member into your mouth.

You let his entire length into your mouth, gagging and trying to adjust to his size before letting your mouth bob up and down on it. Niall's head fell back, balling his hand up in your hair, pretty moans pouring from his mouth. He tasted so good you could cry. You kept this up for a few minutes, bobbing up and down, sucking, and licking on dick.

"Fuck y/n, if you don't stop you're going to make me bust."

You came off of his dick with a pop, licking a few stray stripes up his length. You came up to look him in the eyes, waiting for his next move.

"But I bet we'd have really good bed chem How you pick me up, pull 'em down, turn me 'round Oh, it just makes sense (it just makes sense) How you talk so sweet when you're doing bad things That's bed chem (well, that's bed chem) How you're looking at me, yeah, I know what that means And I'm obsessed (I'm obsessed) Are you free next week? I bet we'd have really good bed chem"

Niall quickly made work of pulling your panties off and getting on top of you, he let his tip rub along the wetness of your slit. Both of you moaning at the feeling and anticipation.

"You sure about this?" He asked you, his lust blown pupils looking you in the eyes.

"Yes, fuck. Never been more sure of anything Ni. Just want to be filled up." You babbled.

He let hid cock slip into you, bottoming out as he let out a string of curses. Your back arched, it felt so good to be filled up by him.

"Fuck Ni, feels so fucking good." You cried, letting your nails scratch down his back.

"Shit, I know princess. You're so tight, fits my cock just perfectly. Niall moaned.

He found a steady pace, moans and whines spilling from both of your mouths. Everything was so intimate, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room, the eye contact you held with each other, it made your head all hazy and dizzy. The only thing on your mind was the blue eyed man on top of you, and how he ran his hand through your hair as he praised you.

"You're so fuckin' beautiful."

"You're taking me so well, baby."

"'Been waiting to do this for way too long."

"You are just perfect."

"And I bet we'd both arrive at the same time (bed chem) And I bet the thermostat's set at six-nine (b-bed c-chem) And I bet it's even better than in my head (ooh)"

You felt your body tensing, ready to snap. "Ni, I'm so close." You whined.

"Me too, hold on, princess." He moaned.

Niall picked up his pace, becoming sloppy in his strokes. But he was still hitting all the right spots. You felt your body tensing even harder than before.

"Fuck, Niall I'm coming." You cried, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

"Fuck babe, me too." Niall yelped, his head falling to your chest as his orgasm overtook him.

You held each other, coaxing one another through your orgasms. You felt Niall's warm liquid coat your walls, making your back arch. Niall carefully rolled the two of you over, holding you in his arms. The two of you laying in a puddle of sweat and each other's fluids, as you came down from your highs. Niall brushed your hair behind your ears, planting a kiss to your forehead.

"You alright, love?" He asked gently.

You brought your head up from his chest to look at him, a dopey smile on your face. "I'm perfect, you felt even better than in my head."

You earned a chuckle out of Niall with that, "Same here."

A silence fell between the two of you as you stared at each other.

"We have really good bed chem." You smiled, breaking the silence.

Niall laughed. "Hell yeah we do."

"I should write a song about this." You laughed, letting your hand rest of Niall's cheek.

He just shook his head with a smile, "I bet you will. Now let me get us cleaned up." He spoke, leaving the room to get a wet towel and some new sheets. You laid on the bed, waiting for him to come back.

[suhkusa]

EGOIST SIDE STORY. — FOREVER

PAIRING. Sakusa Kiyoomi x f!Reader

CW. fast paced, fluff with slightest of angst

A/N. alt ending for sakusa lovers (me)

-> MAIN SERIES.

Sakusa doesn’t know if you remember him. If anything, he would be more surprised if you did remember him. It was just one interaction during your high school years after all. 

YEARS AGO. SPRING NATIONALS.

“Are you alright?” 

You look up from your seat. You had come to this stupid national volleyball tournament because your friend made you, but she’s off somewhere flirting with a man from another team. You had dozed off and you didn’t even realize Inarizaki was playing their last set of the match. 

Now there was this strange man in a volleyball uniform and a mask in front of you. Oh, he said something to you didn’t he?

“Oh, yeah,” you feel self-conscious under his gaze.

He looks away for a second before looking back at you. 

“Are you from Inarizaki?” 

You nod at his question. You can feel the awkwardness oozing from your presence. You feel sorry you don’t contribute much to the conversation.

“Well if you get bored, Itachiyama’s match starts on court C in like 30 minutes,” he nods his head at you before striding off.

There was something laced in his stern voice that you couldn’t quite put a finger on. Pity? Care? You didn’t really know. 

Ah. You should’ve asked for his name.

AT MSBY.

It couldn’t be. You couldn’t be. Fate was weird. You’re the girl from the Spring Tournament weren’t you?

“Y/N,” you extend your arm towards him, “Nice to meet you… Sakusa? Right?”

“Yeah, Sakusa,” he takes your hand and gives it a small shake before letting go.

He couldn’t help but watch you as you introduce yourself to every member individually. Couldn’t help how he noticed you tense and hesitated as you got to Atsumu. He tried not to think about it too much.

-

When you got too drunk and that whole thing with the guy happened at the bar, Sakusa only did what was right. Take care of you and help you.

But you looked ethereal. Honestly. Part of him feels wrong saying that. Even as you lay peacefully sleeping in his own apartment. 

He didn’t want to let himself fall for you. It felt unprofessional, and Sakusa was anything but. But he couldn’t help it.

And so any chance he’d get, he would try to slip himself into your life, little by little. Maybe you’d notice. Or if you didn’t, at least he would still get to spend time with you.

Imagine how excited he was when he found out you played the exact same games as him! 

But then you started to turn a foot towards Atsumu. Even after that fiasco of a yelling-match the two of you had? It stung a bit. He was definitely hurt. So Sakusa decided to distance himself. That was the only thing that he felt like he could do. But if you ever changed your mind, he’d be here. As a friend or whatever you wanted him to be.

Then the two of you took the fall of Atsumu’s actions together. At first he didn’t know that Atsumu was behind all of it, not until you joined a video call and ranted to him about it. He honestly just cared about you and your well-being. 

He was selfish. He was ugly and selfish because he was glad that Atsumu was finally out of your life and the two of you could go back to the way things used to be. 

“Atsumu- I mean Miya came to my house last night,” you say, your voice static-y through the phone.

His heart dropped. What happened? Did he apologize? Did you forgive him?

“Oh,” is all he can manage. 

“What? Oh?” you laugh, “Don’t worry, he just apologized and… And maybe I got emotional but nothing happened, I promise,” he can feel himself sigh in relief at the last bit of your sentence.

NOW BOARDING TO LOS ANGELES INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT. 

“Is that you?” Sakusa asks.

He can hear you struggle a bit, probably grabbing your bags. “Mm, yep,” there’s moving noises.

“Well, you have a safe flight, Y/N. Make sure you text me when you get to your room, okay?” Sakusa is sad. He hopes the two of you can stay in contact. 

“I’ll miss you, Omi,” you say, and he knows you know he hates that nickname. But if it’s you, he’ll let it slide.

“What? Don’t get all sappy on me now,” he says, “I’m going to miss you a lot more, Y/N,”

Sakusa swears he hears you sniffle a bit. 

“A-Alright, I’ll see you soon, Kiyoomi,” you say one last time.

“I’ll see you soon, Y/N,” he mutters, the line going dead soon after.

Fuck.

———

It’s scary how someone across the world can make you feel so loved. It’s been 2 years since you’ve left Japan. And every day since then, you and Kiyoomi have talked. Texted, called, video chatted, anything and everything.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t developing a tiny bit of feelings for him. But you couldn’t tell if he felt the same. Tones and emotions are so hard to read through a screen. For all you know, he could be acting as a friend and you’re just reading too much into it.

“I am coming to Japan,” you state, you can hear him shuffling on the other side of the call.

“Mm, hm? What?” he sounds a bit shocked, “for what?”

“The season just ended here, and I don’t really have anything to do. I’ve been homesick for the past 2 years, and I don’t think it’s going away anytime soon. Oh, I’d be there for just a week, though,”

“Ah, I see. Do you already have a place to stay? I can lend you the guest room?”

You think it over, but you don’t think you should consider the feelings you’ve been feeling towards him recently.

“We’ll see, thank you Kiyoomi,”

“Of course. When is your flight back?” 

“Next week,”

———

Next week became this week. Then this week became today. 

Apparently everyone wanted to come visit Japan because all hotels and motels were booked fully. That’s how you found yourself a taxi ride later in Sakusa Kiyoomi’s guest bedroom.

You had decided to keep your return under the wraps, not wanting any attention or big reactions, or… other people to catch wind. 

It was in the very beginning of your stay back home in Japan that Sakusa Kiyoomi proclaimed his love for you.

“I think I love you. Or well, I do love you, sorry,” he looks like he’s ashamed as the two of you sit in front of his fireplace. 

At first you just stare at him as if you two were sharing a normal conversation. But then the cogs in your brain began to turn. 

“Y-You don’t have to say anything,” he’s freaking out behind those still eyes of his. You can see it, “I’m sorry, let’s just.. let’s just forget about it,

“I love you, too,”

His head snaps towards you, “What?”

You feel tense under his gaze, unsure as to what your next move should be. 

“I- Sorry,” you scoot back, “I really do love you… You’ve been there for me for so long, even when that whole thing with him happened… I’m sorry it feels like it took me so long,”

His warm hand meets under your chin.

“Only forever, idiot,” he smiles at you. “I feel like I’ve known since the day you walked in,”

There’s tears in your eyes because you believe him. He really had been there since the very beginning. 

“Don’t cry,”

“B-But I have to leave in a week and-”

“Then that gives us a whole week to be with one another… if that’s what you want,”

A tear drips down your cheek. “Then we’d have to do long distance and I don’t want you to wait,” you look into his eyes with your glossy ones.

“I’d wait eternity for you, Y/N,” is all he says before dipping his head down to yours and welcoming your lips into his. 

You basically cry into the kiss, until the kiss gets sloppy and you’re coming onto him.

And maybe you gave all of yourself to him that night. And maybe every night after that.

The goodbye is bittersweet. You know the two of you will meet again, but are unsure when. Being deduced to only being able to communicate through your telephone is hard. Especially after all of your feelings were finally let out of the bag. The two of you know your love will keep you guys intertwined until you guys see each other again. 

When that is, is the only thing that’s uncertain.

PRESENT.

“Do you still like me?

“I think you know the answer to that, Y/N,” he says sadly, “all too well,”

A sigh escapes your lips.

“You know you shouldn’t, Atsumu,” you say, and it tears his heart apart. He thought this night

would’ve ended differently if he answered that way.

“Y/N, can’t we try again?” he pleads. Atsumu knows he’s beginning to sound desperate, but he can’t lose his grasp on you, not when he just found you again.

“Atsumu… I’m dating Kiyoomi,” 

You can visibly see his heart sink. It looks like he’s trying to find something to say, but all that comes out is silence.

You’re not sure what to do or say, letting the cool air blow against you. The awkward silence is broken when the doors behind you open.

“Y/N?”

“Ah, Omi,” you turn to face him.

“The guys wanted to take shots, did you want to join?” 

“Sure” you walked towards him before giving Atsumu one last glance back. “Did you want to join us—”

“Yeah- yeah, I’ll be there in a second,” the blonde mumbles.

You nod towards him before you latch onto Sakusa, he welcomes you into a tight hug.

“What were you guys talking about?” he queries.

“Oh, nothing, just… him stuff,” you offer a fake laugh.

“We can talk about it later if you need?”

“Yeah, that’s fine, let’s just get that shot, you deserve it after that win,” you wink at him.

As you walk off before him, Sakusa Kiyoomi gets hit with a wave of realization of how lucky he is to be with you. There’s so many ways this could have turned out, yet you chose him.

He can’t wait for you to come back to Japan, the two of you have been discussing you moving in with him and so much more.

He’s not telling you just yet, but he’s even planning a little trip for your guys’ anniversary. 

Sakusa is going to do everything in his power to make you happy. He’s waited all this time and he’s finally gotten the chance to make you happy.

To love you.

END. 

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[kiskyz]

head empty just the police overall not caring or acting on your reports about gojo

warnings: kinda mean gojo (maybe a bit ooc as well?) mentions of physical and sexual assault, general yandere shit

the police are aware of spirits and sorcerers, they’re the ones who keep it all under wraps and control. so much coincides with the police; the the missing people reports, the damage these fights cause, the need for more resources, and so much more. the cover-up is important.

gojo satorou is undoubtedly the most famous and well-known sorcerer. the police are quite grateful to him—with him there, they know the case will be finished. he may not always be clean with his fights, but he gets it done thoroughly and fast.

without gojo, the authorities' jobs would be much, much harder.

so when you come crying to them about how your ex, a man named satarou gojo, sexually and physically assaulted you a week after your break up, the cops ultimately dismissed it after learning who, truly, the culprit was. a certain blue-eyed man also gave them some “motivation” (money) to sway their decision.

the police are corrupt and gojo is able to take advantage of that weakness.

the worst part was that when you first described the events, the police reacted with conviction and seemed to hold an actual intent to help you. when you gave the name “satarou gojo” the officer typing your words, shifted in his chair and called someone over who left. when the officer finally came back in, he whispered to the one at the desk whose expression changed to that of pity.

you stayed the night at the police station but an officer offered to take you home, to which you initially refused. you didn’t want to go home, he knew where you lived. you weren’t going to be safe. despite your refusals, the cop insisted and you eventually gave in.

you didn’t want to go home. as you sat in the car, dread filled you and you thought of the way the police treated you. it had seemed your case was initially treated very seriously, but then something changed. you felt in your gut that they weren't going to help you, although you didn't understand why. you don’t know want to go home. you can’t go home.

when you finally left your thoughts you realized that the cop never asked for your address and you hadn’t told her. you laughed out awkwardly and finally did. she didn’t reply and continued driving. ah! she must’ve just used the paperwork for you’re addresses. you looked at the gps to verify you’re suspicions but, that’s when you realized.

that’s gojos address.

you grabbed the door to the car, it was locked, you reached where the unlock button should be, but it wasn’t there.

“the backseats of most police cars don’t have locks” the police officer spoke up.

you slowly turned your gaze to the officer and your lip quivered as you spoke, “w-what…?”

why was a police officer taking you to the man you who you just explained with every little minute detail, how he brutally assaulted you? why did the police officer have his address? why is she taking you to him? why is this happening?

“your supposed to… help me..” you spoke up again.

the officer remained silent.

you finally realized you were crying, you didn’t know when it began, but you were now. your body shook and your breathing became ragged. you turned your eyes frantically around the car, maybe there was a way to get out.

“please… please… please!” you yelled hysterically.

out the window, you began to recognize the area. you were close. very close.

everything was spinning and your heart felt like it was about to burst from the speed it was beating at. you grabbed your arms, squeezing hard. you couldn’t focus, you needed to escape! you couldn’t breathe. it's so suffocating.

his house is so close…

you grabbed the officer’s shoulder—why hadn’t you thought to do so earlier?! you weren’t locked up. you could fight back. she reacted immediately, taking one hand off the wheel to seize your wrist in a firm, unyielding grip. the car swerved slightly before she steadied it, pulling over to the side of the road. your heart pounded. this was your chance.

you balled your other hand and went at her face. you didn't know where you were aiming specifically, but that didn't matter. she dodged with ease, her sharp gaze locking onto you. before you could react, she reached toward the door. your breath caught when you saw what she pulled out.

handcuffs.

panic surged through you. you wrenched your hand from her grip, pressing yourself against the car door to create distance. she unbuckled her seatbelt, leaning forward over the center console to grab you. you used all your strength and kicked her in the face. she yelled in pain, and you climbed over the center console to the passenger side, still kicking, though it was difficult. she held her face and grabbed in your direction, but since she couldn’t fully see you, you could evade her hand.

“stop being so difficult!!” she yelled angrily.

you unlocked the door, but as you began to climb out, she finally successfully grabbed your leg with a strong grip. you frantically used your strength in your other leg to push off the console and consequently lessening her grip on your other leg. she refused to let you go, moving with you as you finally were able to fall onto the ground outside the door.

you couldn’t scream for help.

she was the help and gojo’s residence was close.

police officers are strong and your occupation doesn’t require much physical labor, causing you to be a bit weaker. you understood your strength difference but hoped the pain you inflicted could lessen it. she finally moved one of her hands away but managed to grab your other leg. you gave up on fighting her away, just intent on using your upper body to just get away.

you were moving slowly forward, it wasn't like the officer was trying to keep you in the car, more like just hold onto you. at this point, your whole body was out of the car, hands on the ground, while she was now in the passenger seat. you finally turned back to her, grabbed the door with all your strength, and pushed it shut on her arms. she obviously screamed out in pain and let go of you.

you finally had a chance to escape and you weren't about to fuck it up.

you shakingly stood up and began running in the direction you came from. you understood your general location, having been to gojo's house many times before. the officer took back roads, so you hadn't realized sooner.

you knew she had probably gotten out of the car a bit ago, but you didn't seem to hear her behind you, and you refused to turn around to see. you just focused on in front of you, freedom was so very close.

the road was two-way and rough; pot holes were seen with frequency and rarely did cars use it.

a gunshot echoed through the surrounding forest from further down the street, you instinctively tripped over your feet from the sudden incredibly loud sound. you hadn’t fallen, you just kept running. just keep staring in front. it had to have been a warning shot…

you have always hated running but now you wished that wasn't the case as your lungs burned and your legs tensed. you ignored the pain and allowed adrenaline to control you. you didn't know exactly where you were going. if you thought about it, nowhere was safe, but you just wanted to be away.

your ears picked up a sound, different from your haggard breaths and stomping feet. you couldn't make out what it said—if it even said words for that matter, but you knew you recognized it and you refused to accept it. there was just no way nor would it even be logical.

but really, was he ever logical?

soon you felt an arm wrap around your neck, throwing your force back against a large object, and another arm wrapped around your waist. you knew it wasn't a large object, but you refused to think.

"you gave the dear office quite lot of trouble, though I'm glad you weren't harmed." the familiar voice spoke in your ear, a head having come to rest on your shoulder. he took in a deep breath against you.

his words were so demeaning. it seemed he was making your fight for your life, a silly tantrum.

you couldn't let this be the end. the fact that this may really well be the last time you are "free." this was the moment before the end. you didn't wish to accept it.

your breathing was still unstable from the overexertion and now his--albeit light--grip on your neck, but you finally made out the words, "let go..."

"aw~ you're so cute when you're trying to be assertive, especially when your barely even standing up!" he laughed at your shaking legs. it all was finally taking its toll on you.

your face burned in embarrassment at his words, and anger sparked up, but it was soon replaced with fear. he was terrifying.

you remembered what he did the last time you saw him. you remembered your intuition alarming. the pain and utter violation you were forced to endure while you were helpless. you remembered how easily he did it all. you remembered the words he left you with on the night you broke up with him.

"you wanted it. you just don’t want to admit it."

his arms around you lessened their grip slightly just as your legs finally gave in, knees locking, falling to the ground. he looked down at you with a condescending smile, crouching down to your height.

"sorcerers are real important, you know? it's a truth the authorities are forced to face." his laugh tickled your ear.

ah, so that's why you're here. that's why your case seemed to lose importance after just an hour of you reporting it. that's why the officer seemed to have a bit of a guilty look in her eyes and another emotion you ignore but were now faced to confront. a face everyone gave you.

pity.