#and when it's very cold he just sleeps on his shoulders

[stollengoods]

Will You Be Ours ?

Thagyu x Fem! Reader

~ Valentine’s Day Fic ~

Contains: Fluff AF w/ very little smut

Warnings: Cursing & Slight Smut

Summary: Your two boyfriends said they just wanted to have a chill Valentine’s Day since it was your 4th one together. You agreed going along with it but the weeks leading up to it, you could sense their was something they were hiding from you… but what they had planned was far better than anything you could’ve ever imagined.

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You got to sleep in today, your boyfriends’ insisted. You all agreed to just have a nice relaxing chill day in, on Valentine’s Day, being it was your 4th one together. Nam-gyu suggested on all of you making dinner together for tonight. Then sit on the couch and watch a movie while eating the dinner that you guys had made.

You liked the idea, especially since it took off some of the pressure for not only having to plan a big surprise for one person but two. In the back of your head tho, you knew they were up to something.

The way that for the past two weeks you would come home and hear music blasting from inside the house but once inside it was turned off. You decided to ask Nam-gyu about it the third time that it had happened.

He would always linger near the kitchen door way as if trying to casually block it off. When you asked him what all the commotion was about, he would tell you that it was probably the neighbors you heard. He’d blink twice before he lied and that’s how you knew they were planning something.

You woke up on Valetine’s Day needing to pee, Nam-guy’s arm wrapped around your waist as his head was nestled in your hair. You tried getting up but Nam-gyu held an iron grip on you.

You huffed, turning your body to face his, “Babe.” You whispered trying to wake him up just enough to get him to let go of you.

“Baby.” You tried again but to no avail.

You rolled your eyes, getting frustrated as your bladder was going to burst any second now.

“Nam-gyu.” You snapped, your voice just a pinch above your normal tone.

You felt him flinch as he shook his head trying to peel his eyes open to look at you. “Huh ?”

“I need to pee.” You spoke, frantically trying to move his arm from around you.

“Oh.” He groaned, releasing you.

You ran to the toilet, sighing in relief once you finished up flushing and washing your hands. Nam-gyu was still in bed when you walked back into the room, his hair scattered everywhere like he got struck by lighting.

He patted the mattress in front of him and pouted. You felt a smile spread across your lips as you gladly re-joined him back in bed. He threw the the covers over the both of you as his arm resumed its position around your waist.

You giggled, “Babe, we can’t sleep all day…”

He whined, burring his head into your hair again. “We won’t I promise, it’s only 7:45 right now. We can sleep in a little longer.” With the comforter keeping you nice and cozy along with your boyfriend’s body heat how could you say no ?

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” You yawned, closing your eyes and soon fell asleep along with your boyfriend.

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You woke up to the smell of rich hazelnut and someone gently shaking your shoulder. You peeled your eyes open to see Nam-gyu holding a coffee cup in front of you.

You smiled, taking the cup from him as you sat up. He had a cup of his own, sipping on it, as he made his way to the end of the bed. You joined him, immediately gulping down your coffee, hoping it would heat you up in the freezing cold room.

Nam-gyu noticed you shivering next to him and set his coffee cup down on the foot board. Reaching behind him he pulled the covers over your guy’s shoulders and you each grabbed the side of the blanket connecting it in the middle. Nam-gyu scooted closer to you, filling in the space next you guys as he rested his head on your shoulder.

“Thank you.” You hummed.

He nodded his head reaching over the top of the blanket to grab his coffee before settling back into your guy’s cocoon.

“Where’s Su-bong ?” You asked, the coffee waking you up enough now to realize he was missing from y’all’s bed.

He looked up at you and blinked twice. You smiled knowing the next thing to come out of his mouth was going to be bullshit, but you weren’t upset at it. Knowing that your boyfriends were trying to surprise you but fumbled at keeping things under-wraps was both hilarious and heart warming to you.

“I think he said he had to run to the studio real quick to take care of something.” He shrugged trying to play it off and you bit your lip to suppress a laugh.

You nodded your head and grabbed both his and your coffee cup, setting it down on the foot board. Nam-gyu looked at you a bit confused, “Hey I wasn’t done yet.” He protested.

You laughed, before cupping his face and leaning in to kiss him. He immediately forgot about the coffee as his hands went to the side of your hips pulling you more into him.

The cocoon around you guys had vanished as your hands were now occupied by each other’s bodies. You positioned yourself on top of Nam-gyu, the cold air nipping at your bare skin but you didn’t mind as your mind was focused on other things right now.

He slipped a cold hand underneath your shirt to knead your breast and you hissed into the kiss. “What’s wrong ?” He asked pulling away from you.

You shook your head smiling down at him as your noses rubbed against each other, “Happy Valentine’s Day love.”

His cheeks blushed a light pink, “Happy Valentine’s Day baby.”

You giggled, then pecked his lips before rolling off of him, your feet landing on the floor. One of Nam-gyu’s hands lightly held onto your arm and slid down to your hand as you made your way off of the bed. His fingers now held yours as he pouted once again, patting the space next to him.

“Just a little longer.” He pleaded.

You rolled your eyes playfully, “Nam-gyu…”

His head laid on his arm as he blew out a breathe of defeat, “Fiiine.” He replied reluctantly as he slouched off the bed and to his feet.

You kissed his cheek before squeezing his hand and led him into the kitchen with you. “What do you feel like eating tonight ?” You asked, grabbing a notepad and pen from the island counter drawer. You guys decided to wait until the day of, to plan what you were going to eat that night, just because you didn’t know what you guys would be in the mood for that day.

Nam-gyu sat at one of the three chairs on the opposite side of the counter to you, he peered up from his phone to answer you.

“Uhh… hmm, how about Marry Me Chicken ?”

You made a face, “Is this your lame way of proposing ?” You chuckled.

Nam-gyu smiled when he made eye contact with you, “Perhaps it is.” He raised his eyebrows at you before looking back at his phone.

You clicked your tongue, “Shut up.” You retorted, throwing your pen at him.

His body flinched slightly at the unexpected impact, he smirked before grabbing the pen and sliding it back to you. You glared at him as you watched him type away at his phone. After a few seconds he could feel your eyes burning holes in the side of his face and he peeked up at you for a second.

“What’s wrong ?”

“I’m trying to figure out what we need to make this dinner so we can go shopping, but you seem to be too busy right now.” You said with frustration.

“Sorry.” He remarked, typing a few more words and then he clicked off his phone, turning it face down on the countertop.

“Thank you.” You bowed your head, before continuing, “What do you really feel like eating tonight ?”

“I’m being serious, Marry Me Chicken.” Nam-gyu stated. He was hoping that if he brought up marriage in a jokingly way that you wouldn’t be suspicious of what they had planned for you later.

Your face went nonchalant as you just gave him a look.

“Think about it.” He said, explaining with his hands, “It fits the vibes and it’s really really good. I promise.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, “You’ve had it before ?”

“Yes.” He sighed, “And it’s good, so let’s wright down what we need to get at the grocery store.”

“Alright.” You monotoned. Rolling your eyes you googled the recipe and wrote down the ingredients with your pen.

When you were half way through the list of ingredients, Nam-gyu got a call, you didn’t look up as he answered it.

“Hey mom.” He beamed and you glanced over at him from the corner of your eye. “Happy Valentine’s Day.” He replied, “I miss you too.”

He went silent for a bit as his mom spoke to him on the other end of the phone.

“Oh really ? She flew in this morning ?”

More silence.

“Yes. Yes. Of course. I’ll see soon. Bye, love you.”

Your mouth went agape as he finished up his phone call, “Nam-gyu !” You snapped, “What was that ? We’re supposed to go shopping together.”

His eyes blinked twice as he pursed his lips, “I know baby, I’m so sorry, but my great grandmother is visiting today and mom says that they have a busy day ahead so I’ll only be able to see her for the next couple of hours.”

“Hours ??” Your eyes shot open in surprise.

“C’mon baby, you have to understand… today was supposed to be a chill day anyways.”

You blew out a breath, “Okay.” You agreed, “But you will be here tonight, right ?”

He laughed as he made his way around the counter to hug you from behind, “Of course babe, I’ll be back before you get home from grocery shopping.”

You placed your hands over his that were interlocked on your stomach, “Tell them I say, ‘Hi.’” You pouted, jutting out your bottom lip out.

He chuckled at how cute you were being. He placed a kiss on your cheek as his arms detached from your waist.

“Love you.” You called as you watched him make his way towards the front door.

He opened it, but not before turning around and blowing you a kiss. You smiled grabbing the air kiss and placing it over your chest. He winked at you and then walked out the door. Once the door was shut you huffed, picking up your pen and writing down the rest of the ingredients for the recipe.

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(A/N):

Su-bong rapping = Purple

Nam-gyu singing = Blue

It took you about two hours to collect all the ingredients. You had to go to three different stores to find everything which was a hassle, you weren’t too surprised that the stores were low on supplies since it was a holiday but you figured it’d be different on Valentine’s Day.

You were giddy as you pulled up into your driveway because you knew that Nam-gyu and Thanos should both be home by now. You collected all three grocery bags from the passenger seat and made your way up the steps to the front door. Once you unlocked it, you were greeted with your boyfriend Nam-gyu. He wore a tuxedo and his hair was neatly parted now, compared to this morning when he woke up.

In his arm he held a heart shaped box full of chocolates and in the other, his hand held a bouquet of roses.

You set the groceries down on the floor and held your hands over your mouth. He outstretched his hand and you gladly took the flowers as you smashed into him with a hug. Your arms crossed around his neck as you squeezed him as tight as you could.

His arms wrapped around your waist reciprocating the hug as he squeezed you back. When you released him, you pecked his face full of kisses as he just chuckled.

“We have another surprise for you.” He said as he took the roses from you and set them next to a big teddy bear; that you had just noticed, on the living room coffee table along with the chocolates.

He pulled out a red blind fold from his pocket and your insides bubbled with excitement, “Ooooh~ kinky.” You joked, taking the blind fold from him and slipping it on.

He laughed, taking your hand with his while his other one rested on the small of your back as he led you into the kitchen. You couldn’t see anything, so you could be walking outside for all you knew but you didn’t hear any doors open so you knew that wasn’t the case.

“Okay, we’re coming up to the island counter top chairs.” He spoke letting go of your back but still holding onto your hand.

“Am I supposed to sit ?” You asked.

“Yes.”

You removed your hand from his as you waved them in front of you until you felt the soft fabric of the chair, you patted your hands down the top of it until you felt the bottom of the cushion. The chair was facing away from the counter top towards the dining room and you used the palm of your hands to push yourself up onto the seat.

“Okay.” Nam-gyu clapped his hands, startling you a bit, “Don’t remove your blind fold until you hear the music start playing.” You tilted your head in confusion, but nodded nonetheless.

A familiar beat filled the air and you hooked your thumb underneath one side of your mask; peeling it off your face just in time to see your other boyfriend, Su-bong, pick up a microphone off of the speaker he was leaning against.

Were international, so international

He sung as Nam-gyu added an, “Ohh yeah~”

International Whoo ! so international

Su-bong then went into full rapper mode as he sung the lyrics to you and Nam-gyu sung back up for him. Your eyes scattered across the room at all the decorations that they had put up. It wasn’t very Valentine’s Day theme, it had colors such as white, gold, and brown which you found peculiar but liked the aesthetic anyways.

You can't catch me boy (can't catch me boy)

I am overseas at about a hundred Gs for sure

Don't test me boy (don't test me boy) 'cause I rap with the best

Su-bong winked at you and you could barely see in front of you from how hard you were cheesing. You clapped your hands, cheering them on and dancing along to the beat in your chair.

Fo' sho 305 to the death of me

Cremate my body let the ocean have what's left of me

But for now forget about that

Blow the whistle, baby you're the referee

Su-bong was now in front of you holding out his hand for you to take in which you enthusiastically did. He twirled you around while Nam-gyu took over the chorus.

You put it down like New York City, I never sleep

Wild like Los Angeles, my fantasy

Hotter than Miami, I feel the heat

Oooh yeah~ !

Su-bong handed you off to Nam-gyu as Nam-gyu continued to sing to you and dance with you.

Oh, oh, oh, oh girl it's, it's international love

Oh, oh, oh, oh yeah, it's international love

Nam-gyu used your hand that was in his to lead you back to your chair and you sat down as he pulled away from you. Su-bong grabbed his microphone again and began using hand gestures as he continued to rap the lyrics.

I don't play football

But I've touched down everywhere

everywhere ?

everywhere.

I don't play baseball

But I've hit a home run everywhere, everywhere

I've been to countries and cities I can't pronounce

And the places on the globe I didn't know existed

In Romania she pulled me to the side

And told me "You can have me and my sister"

You giggled rolling your eyes, knowing that what he was saying was just apart of the song.

And in Greece you guessed it the women are sweet

Been all around the world

But I ain't gonna lie there's nothing like Miami's heat

Su-bong winked at you as he joined in with Nam-gyu on the chorus this time. After the chorus was done the music faded out and they both landed on one knee. You clapped and whistled for them, their faces flushed with red.

As if in sync they both reached into their coat pockets and whipped out a small heart shaped box. Your eyes grew to the size of golf balls as you couldn’t believe what was happening. They both opened their boxes and you shrieked covering your mouth with both of your hands.

Nam-gyu chuckled while Su-bong’s smile widened, “Y/n.” Subong began.

“-Will you make us the happiest men in the world-“ Nam-gyu chimmed in.

“-And marry us.” Su-bong finished.

You open and shut your mouth a few times struggling to get any words out as you shook your hands in excitement. “I-I don’t even know who I’m supposed to be looking at right now-!”

Su-bong bit his lip to keep from laughing, “That doesn’t matter just say yes.”

You jumped up from your seat, “Yes !” You shrieked, “Yes to both !”

They both got up from their positions as you stuck out your left hand, Nam-gyu slipped his on first and then Su-bong slipped his on top. You fanned yourself as you jumped up and down, feeling hot tears of joy roll down your face.

You hugged them both, your head in between theirs and when you pulled away you attached your lips to Su-bong first making out with him for bit and then turned to Nam-gyu as you two made out.

Later on, after you told your family about the engagement and then called their families to tell them that you said yes, you had realized you totally forgot about your groceries on the floor. They went bad so you had to throw them out, but your fiancés told you not to worry about it and that you guys would just order from DoorDash.

You all decided on Sushi and when it arrived, Nam-gyu got up from his place on the couch beside you to tip the driver and bring your food inside. He set the food on the table as you all dug in and cuddle together while watching a movie.

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(A/N): I hope you guys have a great Valentine’s Day tomorrow !!♥️

[the-kr8tor]

A Regular Spidey Valentine's day

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Word count: 3.1k

Summary: Hobie's valentine's day plan goes awry when Spider-Man duties call.

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, established relationship, CW suggestive, CW food mentions, lovestruck! Hobie, canon typical violence, fluff.

Requested by @thesevenofstaves -- had to double check the master list but i don’t think there’s one similar to this? but if there is feel free toto discard—hobie trying to have a great valentine’s day with his partner, but everything keeps going wrong. we’re talking villain attacks, we’re talking culinary failures. you get the idea!thank you love you 🥰

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You open your eyes to a cold valentine's day morning. But the cool wind barely nips at you when you've got your very own furnace holding you close under the thick blankets.

Hobie embraces you from behind, soft snores escaping from his parted lips as he finds his place on your nape. You feel his breath fanning across your skin, goosebumps appearing on your arms as he lets out an exhale. You wonder what he's dreaming about, you only hope it's good things as his arms subconsciously squeezes you in his sleep.

His legs are tangled with your own, socked feet rubbing along your cold leg as you feel him stir when the light from the windows beam through the curtains. His hands wiggle their way under your night shirt, holding your stomach and letting his warmth ebb from his palms. Smiling, you hold the back of his hands, thumbs running along his knuckles as a soft and gentle way to wake him up.

“We need new blinds.” Hobie murmurs against the back of your neck, lil piercing brushing along your raised skin. His voice is still deep and rough from sleep, it single handedly makes your heart flutter.

“Good morning to you too.” You chuckle, voice soft amidst the early morning fluttering of dust. “Maybe that'll be your valentine's gift from me.”

He laughs, a deep rumble in his throat that reverberates through you. “Make it blackout, love. ‘m startin’ to think that people can see through and see our nightly—” you crane your neck to give him a side glance as a warning, only to find that he has already cracked an eye open, waiting for your reaction. “—Activities.”

Humming, you're satisfied by his use of the word.

“‘m talkin' ‘bout makin’ love, by the way.”

“Hobie!” You giggle, and the sound immediately has Hobie moving to detangle himself away from you and lift his body atop your own in quick succession and fluid movement. His lopsided smile has your words stuck in your throat as you look up at him through wide eyes.

“Hearts day today, hm?” He pokes your cheek, arms enclosed around you and legs trapping your thighs together. “The most capitalistic time of the year.”

You try to tamp down a laugh but can't help giggling when he tilts his head and tries to look all flirty with you when he's still wearing his pink silk bonnet and with crusts still in the corner of his eyes.

“That's true,” lifting your hand up to rub away the sleep in his eyes gently, he closes his eyes whilst you do it. “But you always go all out during the holiday.”

“Yeah, but it's for you.” He leans against your touch, sighing longingly as if you're across the sea from him. “And only for you, love.” Dropping down, he places his head on your shoulder, burrowing his face in the crook of your neck as he gives small pecks on your skin. Your heart feels full in the moment as you hold him close and tangle your legs with him. “Says you who made me a whole bloody outfit from scratch.”

Laughing, he continues to kiss your neck and up to your jaw. “And I loved making it for you,” you say breathlessly as he kisses deeper and you move your neck to give him more space to cover. “Just say you love the holiday, Hobs.”

Hobie pauses from his barrage of kisses, lifting his head up to look you in the eyes. He fixes your unruly brows that still bear sleep, and rubs your cheek lovingly with his knuckles.

“No.”

“Is it because you have to go on patrol today unlike last year?”

“The world is tearing us apart, lovie.” He leans in, kissing the corner of your lips, cheeks and the tip of your nose.

“Maybe just London, Hobie.” You gasp as he presses a sweet kiss on your lips. You reciprocate wholeheartedly, hands balling his pajama shirt and smiling through the kiss.

“London can wait a few more minutes.”

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“Hobie, be careful, please?” You hug yourself tighter, wrapping Hobie's cardigan around you. “I have plans for us tonight so please come home in one piece.”

Hobie, in his full regalia of spandex and leather sits in-between the window sill as if he’s thinking whether he should stay or go.

“You know I always will, love.” Holding up his arms, you park yourself in the space as he curls himself around your form, face scrunched on your belly, and with you hugging his head. “I'll be on time, hm?” He whispers against you, placing a heavy kiss atop the cardigan that you both share.

“I'm not worried about that.” Craning your neck, not worried about the crick you're about to surely have, you kiss his temple sweetly. “Just come home, okay?”

Hobie reluctantly lifts his head away from you, smiling up at you. If he doesn't leave now, he'll never get out of the flat. “You want wine for tonight?”

“If you're coming home all beaten and battered, you better have something stronger.” You joke as you caress his cheek.

“I'll get you the good stuff, hm?”

“Anything from you is the good stuff.” Leaning down, you kiss him on his waiting lips. “Now go, the city needs you, Spider-Man.”

Hobie gives you one last smile before placing the mask on his head. Now face to face with the famed vigilante. Taking your hand, he kisses your knuckles and lets you go to jump off the window and swing away into the bustling city.

Watching his form retreating away, you sigh and start preparing for tonight's meal, that's for sure would be so bountiful that it would send the vigilante to a food coma.

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Hobie heaves in place as the lizard lays unconscious by his feet. It's barely noon and he has stopped seven disasters already. There goes his plans to swing by and hand you a bouquet that he gathered himself that's now slowly floating down to the dust covered pavement. Fragrant flower petals come down from the sky, and a few people stop by and watch as the colourful flowers grace the cold London street.

“It's a Valentine's miracle!” A bystander exclaims happily, dancing around the floating petals.

Hobie shakes his head, rubbing a gloved hand across his masked face. He should've seen the lizard coming but he was too enthralled by his own mind that was playing what your reaction would be after he gives you a visit and hands you the flowers.

“Fuckin' hell.” He stretches his aching shoulder, already thinking of a faster route to gather all the flowers he needed to make a new bouquet. Whilst he thinks, a fire alarm blares in the distance, making his senses go off. With a sigh, the flowers have to wait.

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You swirl the final touches on the red velvet cake you just finished. Smiling happily at the result even though it's your first time baking one. As you check the time, looking over to the clock on the wall, you have plenty of time to finish up dinner. Now with dessert out of the way, it's time for the main course.

You wonder what Hobie's up to and if he has eaten lunch yet.

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“You wanker! That was my lunch!” Hobie screams at the cackling Rhino. Real fury in his veins whilst he glances at the sandwich you packed for him this morning that's now flattened under the villain's metallic foot.

“Oh poor spidey lost his sandwich?” The Rhino mocks while doing a crying motion at him. “What are you gonna do about it?”

Hobie cracks his neck, jaw tightening and walking slowly at the humongous suit of armour. He has no quip nor a joke, just silence; making the Rhino fear for his life.

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“Shit!” You yelp, dropping the smoking metal tray into the sink. Opening the faucet, the tray hisses and lets out steam whilst the whole kitchen is covered in smoke. “Damn it.”

Maybe taking a short nap while the oven is on wasn't such a great idea. Good thing you have a plan b just in case something like this happened.

Checking the time, you're starting to worry that you won't finish before Hobie comes home now that it's well into the afternoon. With a groan, you start again.

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“No, Ned, not a bloody yellow one!” Hobie yells into the phone's receiver, which he only uses for times like these. He's on call with Ned who owes Hobie big time and whom he asked for help in buying ingredients from the store. He dodges the Scorpion's stinger, balancing on a metal railing just near the end of the docks. “Not blue either! It'll look like it's for a baby shower—!” The stinger gets too close for comfort. “Do you fuckin' mind? 'm on the phone.”

“Drop the call, Spider-Man!” The scorpion says in his scratchy tone as he hangs upside down on a lamp post. “What's more important than saving the bank?”

“The bank can fuck off for all I care!” Hobie jumps and webs the stinger to a building. “It's the hostages you've got inside, you knobhead—! No, not you, Ned!” Groaning, he has had enough and quickly somersaults over the second stinger that was aimed for him. “What's up with you animal themed villains today? Got no dates?!”

“That's harsh.” The Scorpion's shoulders deflates sadly.

“Guess it's hard to find a date when you dress like that!” He pounces, punching the guy right on his jaw.

Hobie looks at the sun slowly setting on the horizon and he focuses on the task at hand. The faster he defeats the Scorpion, the faster he can get to you.

“Pink or red only, Ned, and get the good chocolate and please don't forget the thing I told you.” He closes the call and tucks the phone back in his vest pocket. Cracking his knuckles, he hones in on the villain. “Maybe you'll find a date in jail, yeah?”

—

You set up the dinner table all pretty like with red roses, a fine tablecloth, and gilded utensils that you got a deal on at an estate sale last week. Looking around, the pretty string lights and the strawberry scented candles have you smiling and patting your back for a job well done.

Your phone pings on the kitchen counter, and you race towards it to check if it's Hobie telling you that he's on his way. Your brows knit together when it's Ned asking you when your birthday is and if you're allergic to nuts. A weird combination of questions but you still open your phone and answer him.

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“C’mon, blackcat, not today.��� Hobie sighs, the marks from the previous fights is evident on his soot and scratch covered suit. The sun has fully set, and the clock ticks close to seven pm as he stands on a rooftop with blackcat, who's carrying a duffel bag full of jewellery.

“Why? Got something to do, handsome?” She says in a sultry tone, sharp claws glinting in the moonlight. Hobie subtly tilts his head in annoyance. Nothing seems to be going his way today. “Oh, I get it, you've got someone waiting for you tonight, hm?” Her heels click on the rooftop as she walks closer to him. Hobie smacks his lips together, fists tightening.

In the distance, the famous jewellery shop she just robbed empty has its alarms blaring loudly. Sirens go off around the area, and Hobie just wants to go home.

“Y’know what?” Hobie starts, exasperated. Blackcat tilts her head, her silver eyes under the domino mask narrows at him. “That place was owned by an arsehole, go.”

She blinks in place, a smirk slowly appearing on her painted lips. “Really? Just like that?”

Hobie nods, “promise not to tell anyone what you deduced and give thirty percent of the money you get from that to a charity and I'll let you go.”

“Shit, Spider-Man, why didn't you say so in the first place?” She chuckles, reeling her claws back in.

“Fuckin’ say it, Felicia.”

“Damn, you don't have to call me by my government name, man.” She rummages through the bag and tosses him something shiny which Hobie catches effortlessly. “Here, for your special someone. And I promise, spidey. Cross my heart, hope to die.” She draws a cross over her chest.

“I'll know, don't lie to me.” His voice falls into a dangerous timbre.

She visibly stiffens from the threat, not forgetting what he did to Osborne a few years ago. “As if I'd lie to my favourite spider.”

As blackcat tumbles away, leaving Hobie alone, he opens his palm to see a shiny diamond tennis bracelet. Maybe he can detach the diamonds and make something else.

“Shit!” He needs to get to Ned’s real quick.

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You've been sitting pretty on the dining table for four hours now. The candle is dwindling and the food is getting colder while the clock ticks on the wall. For the umpteenth time tonight, you fix your clothes as if there's even a crease or a speck of dust on it. You don't mind waiting for him when you know the nature of his work, but you're starting to worry when his last text to you was hours ago. You've even turned on the telly in the background just in case he pops up in the news.

With a yawn, you decide to lay your head on the table. “Just closing my eyes.” You mumble to yourself as you drift in between slumber and wakefulness.

Hobie's heart breaks when he sees you asleep on the table with your head tucked in your arms. The candles are fully melted on the candelabra, and the smell of food is fading away. He's sure that it might've smelled heavenly hours ago, if only he got there earlier.

He quietly takes off his heavy boots by the door, the crinkling of the paper bag has him cringing. But when he glances at your sleeping form, you're still sleeping soundly. He curses himself internally as he roams his eyes around the living room and the decorations you've put out. You've even got new pictures of you together with him inside pretty frames to place around the shared place. The flowers on the vases are still fresh and blooming, and you look absolutely stunning.

Gently placing the paper bag on the table, he kneels next to you, hand grasping your bicep while he wakes you up.

You stir, sniffing the air as you lift your head up. Your face lights up when you see him smiling softly at you.

“Hi.”

“Hello, love. Sorry ‘m late, let me carry you to bed, yeah?” Hobie rubs your thigh lovingly, chest feeling heavy and guilty. “I tried.”

You immediately know what he meant. “I know, Hobs.” Reaching for his cheek, you let your touch warm him. His face still feels chilly from how he might've run to get to the flat. “You okay?” He nods, eyes shining as he moves closer and places his head on your lap. “Bad day?”

“A shite day.” He hugs your waist, face nudging you.

“Sounds like you need a Valentine's meal, hm?”

Hobie lifts his head up, palms holding your hips. “It's cold.”

“That's why microwaves and the stove were invented.”

A smile curls on his lips until he's laughing against your stomach. You giggle with him, fingers kneading in between his shoulder blades.

“What did you make?” He asks, still holding you in place and in turn holding him down to the present.

“Baked chicken with lemongrass just like how you like it.” You whisper to him while the pads of his fingers draw circles on the small of your back. “Some mashed potatoes, so many buttered vegetables.” You chuckle and you feel his smile atop your skin. “Fish fillet—”

“With the garlic and cream sauce?”

You nod, gazing down lovingly at him. “With the garlic and cream sauce of course. Some tomato soup, and cake.”

“We feedin’ a whole town now, lovie?” He smiles up at you, stomach rumbling from the menu.

“Yeah, you,” you joke, earning a squeeze from him. “I rarely cook for you these days so I went all out.”

He beams at you, eyes gazing at you lovingly. “I got you flowers.” He says in a small tone. Your heart flutters. “It's all over downtown now though.”

Your laugh is music to his ears. “I bet it made someone's day though.”

“There was a bloke who looked like he was in the sound of music.” He places his chin on your thigh, staring at you with heart shaped eyes. You laugh, hands cupping each of his cheeks. “I made you chocolates, but Neddy got coconut fillings in most of ‘em. And the sprinkles are green, sorry.”

“Is that why Ned asked me if I have any allergies and when my birthday is? He helped you make them?”

“I can't make it ‘ere when you were cookin’ up a storm. Wait, he asked you? Idiot.” He curses Ned's name and you giggle. Hobie bites his lip, suddenly nervous. “And he was askin' when your birthday is so he could get your birth stone.”

“My stone?”

“I just told him to pick it up so I could set it myself and the wanker forgot when your birthday is just because I just said your birthstone.” You squeeze his cheek to stop his nervous rambling. He sighs, rummaging through his jacket pocket and procuring a simple bamboo box. “Made and designed by yours truly.” He chuckles nervously as he opens the box, revealing a simple platinum necklace that has your birthstone set in a guitar pick shaped locket. “Sorry that the stone is so small. The old lady who owned the place got me a good price though.”

“Hobie,” you softly sigh out, tears prickling your eyes. “You could get me a candy necklace and I would still love it.”

“Should've gotten that then.” He laughs, mirroring your smile. “I thought, ten fuckin' years together, ten Valentines, I have to get you somethin' nice. You deserve nice, love.”

“The chocolates and the pavement flowers were nice too. Anything from you is nice, Hobie.” You don't hold yourself back anymore, leaning down and kissing the corner of his eye as he holds onto you. “Amazing even.”

“You like it then?” He says as he gets a barrage of kisses.

“I love it. Come stand up and help me put it on like in the movies.”

Hobie reaches for your cheek, a calloused palm holding you close and keeping you warm. “Kiss me like in the movies then.”

So you do.

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[immortalityforthegoddess]

Yay! Can I request fluff (or smut, up to you) with Jinrang after some rough fight at arena or just a rough day at work? 😖

𝐀𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐣𝐢𝐧𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟!!!

𝐄𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲!

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐍𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞: 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

Jinrang had been at work all day. Literally, from 6:00 that morning to 9:00 that night. He wasn't in the best of moods was an understatement. But when he walked through that door and saw you still up waiting for him, all that tension went away.

You were slumped over on the couch half asleep. Shivering from how cold it was and being too tired to grab a blanket. Jinrang slowly made his way over to you and crouched infront of you.

You spring up when you see him and stretch your arms as he stares at you. "𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘?" He asked as you tried to cover yourself from freezing to death. "𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕒𝕚𝕥 𝕦𝕡 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦."

"𝔹𝕪 𝕗𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕫𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙?" He asked in a sarcastic tone, you gave a short laugh and inhaled "𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕦𝕡 𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕣, 𝕠𝕜𝕒𝕪?", "𝕪𝕖𝕒 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖,". He suddenly stood up and grabbed you, throwing you over his shoulder. "𝕁𝕚𝕟𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘!" You laugh as he walks to your guy's shared bedroom. "𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘?" Laughter fills the halls as jinrang walked into the bedroom, putting you in bed and covering you up. "𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕕𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕒𝕞 𝕕𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕕𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕪?"

You laugh and get under the covers, letting your ice-cold skin get warm. "𝕊𝕠𝕠𝕠, 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕕𝕒𝕪?" Jinrang just grunts before walking into the walk-in closet; he doesn't ever really talk to you about his line of work, ever. You knew he was just trying to protect you from his world. After a few moments, he emerges from the closest with no shirt and just baggy like sleep wear.

He gets under the covers with you and immediately grabs your waist, pulling you close to his chest. Setting his chin on your head. You get cozy and warm and cuddle up to him. "𝕀 𝕨𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕓𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕠𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕨." You blink in surprise but also sleepiness, but mainly in surprise. Jinrang never takes a day off, ever. It's like once in a full moon. "𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕠𝕗𝕗, 𝕨𝕙𝕪 𝕟𝕠𝕨?" You were very curious as to why your very workaholic husband was suddenly Takeing a day off. "𝔹𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕀 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦. 𝔻𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕫𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 𝕒𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕒𝕞 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪." You giggle at his response but also rap your arms around him.

It had been a while since you two just spent a day together. You looked up to him and gave him a kiss on the lower part of his chin before cuddling back up to him. "𝕎𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟, 𝕀 𝕘𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕦𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕤 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝?" There is a phase before he answers. "𝕄𝕒𝕪𝕓𝕖" and that was good enough for you.

You gently start to let yourself fall asleep, wrapped in Jinrang's arms. When he finally hears your soft snores, he looks down and sees your past out. He stars at your face for a few moments before gently, kissing the top of your head.

He does need to take more days off for you.

[unforced3rr0r]

Not your girlfriend - CA

AUTHOR: I wanted to write something depressing….but I might write a happy part two if that’s something people want?

SUMMARY: You want more from Carlos and he can’t provide it.

WARNINGS: Angst, it’s just kinda miserable sorrryyyyy

Your room was shrouded in darkness only momentarily broken by the occasional car light and the glimmer of distant buildings out of the window.

The bed sheets were ruffled, pulled around your legs splayed out across your stomach. You watched your phone light up and then turn off, over and over. It was late. You should be asleep.

Each time your phone lit up the room your eyes watched it, hopefully reading each notification to no avail. He hadn't messaged.

You knew losing another game to Novak was going to be difficult for him, you had been there after the Olympics, wiped his tears and held him trying to help him forget the match.

You vividly remember the softness in his eyes after that game, the way he broke down convinced he'd disappointed his country. This time was different. It had been weeks since the match and you hadn't heard anything from him.

Forgotten was the usual post-match call, and the promise to fly you out or come see you the moment he got a chance. Instead, you were reduced to watching his Instagram stories and staring mindlessly at the read notification under the message.

You weren't his girlfriend, and he didn't owe you anything but when he found his way to your bed after each match and invited you to more and more events were you crazy to think it had gone beyond casual.

Trying to turn away from your phone that taunted you each time someone other than Carlos messaged you tried to fall asleep. The bed felt empty and cold, no matter how many layers you wore it didn't replicate the heat of lying next to him.

It was like you could feel the ghost of his hand against your body, staving off the sleep you desperately craved. Instead, you were being haunted by the memories of long nights spent with his body pressed against yours, his moans echoing through your mind.

Just as your eyes began to feel heavy and the memory of him subsided, your phone blared out behind you. You didn't need to turn towards it to see who it was, the ringtone alone indicated it was the very man who had been plaguing your mind.

For a second you considered ignoring it. Letting him feel what it's like to be waiting by the phone for your response. But every muscle and nerve in your body pulled you towards the phone, dragging you to pick it up.

Pressing the green button his voice flooded your senses, "Amor, ¿estás en casa?" (love, are you home?) The pet name sent shivers down your spine,

"Yeah, I'm at home." You tried to sound uninterested like you hadn't been sat by your phone for hours just waiting for his call.

"Estaré allí en diez minutos." (I'll be there in ten minutes.) You let out a scoff, taken back by the rashness. There have been times when Carlos impulsively visited you but never after not talking to you for nearly a week without reason. But before you could protest his voice came back through the phone, "Te extraño" (I miss you).

Your shoulders relaxed and your chest fluttered. The effect he held over you needed to be studied because you lost any semblance of a backbone when you were around him. "I'll see you soon then".

The next ten minutes were the longest of your entire life. tiding your room and making it look less like a warzone was the top priority but it seemed to take seconds and you found yourself sitting in the kitchen waiting for the knock on the door.

When it came your heart raced, but you moved towards the door. Pulling it open he stood casually, wearing jeans and a hoodie with his hair still buzzed although looking messier and his big brown eyes focused on you.

You moved to the side to let him into your apartment and he faltered slightly, watching you with a scrutinising gaze. Suddenly in your pyjama shorts, you felt exposed and vulnerable.

"How have you been?" You tried to ease the palpable tension between you as the regret for allowing him in began to creep in. But every time you looked at him your resolve crumbled so you needed to keep your distance.

He looked down at his feet, then up, meeting your eyes as he took a deep breath before talking. "AO was shit, you know how frustrating it is to come so close, again, and lose. Novak was injured and I still couldn't beat him, what does that say about my tennis." His shoulders were tense and as you dared to look at his face you could see the bags under his eyes had worsened.

You wanted to be there for him but you couldn't help but be annoyed that this was the first conversation you'd had in weeks.

"you could've called." you watched as his eyes met yours before quickly glancing away.

"I know"

"or texted" He shuffled from one foot to the other, though usually, the sight of him uncomfortable would cause a tightness in your chest, you couldn't help but push for answers. "Or really done anything other than randomly showing up at my apartment at 3 am after not texting me for weeks." you paused and looked at him, "I would've been there for you."

His gaze focused in on you and for a second a softness passed through his gaze before it shifted to frustration, he stood up straighter. "Come on, Y/N, that's not fair AO was-"

"No Carlos, you know what's not fair. You telling me before AO that you cared about me and wanted me to come watch your matches and sit in the coaches box to then not talking to me after one shit result." His eyes widened shocked by the outburst. You'd never opened up about how it felt to be his secret. With countless promises thrown your way to end up unfulfilled.

He stepped forward, the distance had shrunk and you could smell the aftershave that seemed to stain all your belongings after a visit. You knew it would hang around reminding you of this moment too. His large hand reached out to take your hand and in a moment of pure instinct, you stepped back.

"I can't do this anymore Carlos."

"What?" His brows were furrowed, deeply knitted together as he watched you play with the rings on your fingers.

"I don't want this anymore, I don't want to constantly be waiting by my phone for you, or hoping that this match is the match where you'll finally introduce me to anyone as your girlfriend instead of a friend. I'm tired of constantly having to listen to interviews and jokes about you being single, or you being rumoured with whichever woman it is this week. I'm constantly your second chance and sometimes it doesn't even feel like I'm second. I'm so tired of loving you Carlos when I don't even think you like me."

Your eyes began to water as you focused your eyes on the floor, you didn't want to cry in front of him, you were determined not to let him know the effect he held over you. He looked shocked. Sure he knew you cared about him but you truly doubted he ever thought it had gone that far.

"I didn't know"

But how couldn't he? You had spent countless nights laughing and talking until the sun rose. You'd spent afternoons cooking and laughing every time Carlos burnt something as simple as pasta. You'd fallen asleep next to him as he held you in a way that felt more intimate than any sex could and yet he couldn't tell you loved him.

You couldn't help but let the tears fall as you watched the man you loved watching you so cluelessly as if loving you was so distant from his mind that he couldn't even comprehend it.

"You should go." You walked past him back towards the door as his hand reached reach for your arm. He pulled you to face him his hand reaching your cheek and his eyes meeting yours. Tenderly he wiped the tears from your eyes.

"Por favor no hagas esto" (please don't do this) his voice was soft, a quiet plea as he so carefully held your face. You took a shaky breath in, lifting your hand to his, and watching as his brown eyes softened under your gaze.

For a moment you considered giving into him and falling back into the pattern you had gotten so used to but something inside you knew you needed to draw the line. You pulled his hand from your cheek, kissing his palm lightly before putting it down back at his side.

"I need more."

He began walking towards the door, his head down and shoulder slumped. Before he left he hesitated and just for a second your heart began to race thinking he was going to turn around and tell you he wanted more and he wanted it with you.

But he didn’t, instead he took another step forward out of the door and left without a goodbye.

Pushing the door closed your head fell against it as you let the tears rack through you. Suddenly the prospect of being without him felt so much more daunting than when he stood in front of you.

You slid down the door, sitting against it as you cried and waited for him to come back and knock on the door.

But, when the sun began to rise over the buildings and the tears had dried on your cheeks you realised it was truly over and while you would be broken his world would go on turning.

[forgetme-eternally-blissfully]

Dragon krs idea- this is before the start of the novel and before Choi Han reaches Harris Village.

He's warm. What had once been the neutral temperature of his house as he drifted to sleep, after reading the novel The Birth of a Hero, became a warm, wet blanket. It wrapped around him slickly. It feels uncomfortable.

That isn't good. Not knowing something isn't good. The wet was suffocating and he stretched out his hand to find the end of the blanket.

Kim Rok Soo shakes abruptly. He frowns, but finds that his face feels strange. His limbs are cramped in a tight space, but the walls begin to give way under his squirming. He shrugs his shoulders, butting his head forward, kicking with his legs.

The wall which is also wet and slippery cracks under his arms and he pushes up with his feet.

His nose breaks into the cold air. Kim Rok Soo breathes, opening his eyes to a dark expanse above him, the stars looming above him. Except the stars aren't the same as he remembers. And he feels strange, in a foreign body.

He looks down to see what are clawed, red paws, and the remains of a wine-red shell. Whatever he had been thinking was happening... it wasn't this. Was it because of his nature, or the environment he grew up in? He didn't bother to think any further about his body when he still didn't know what was around him.

He was in a forest, regular as any that he'd seen before in Korea. Minus the wavering motions of something in the air. It was an odd, instinctive feeling, rather than something he could see.

It told him that something was approaching.

Without any time to think further Kim Rok Soo scampered over the broken remains of his egg and stumbled with chubby little paws over to a bush. Unfortunately for him, he appeared to only be the size of a small dog, or a medium sized cat. His senses expanded naturally to feel across the forest floor and towards what was approaching.

A bear-like creature-- with purple fur, 4 extra limbs, and long horns trailing down its back and a long tail-- emerged from the growth and quickly went to sniffing his egg shell. Then, Kim Rok Soo's heart dropped, it looked directly at his position in the bush. Well, that isn't good.

Kim Rok Soo jumped out of the bush right as the bear leaped forward powerfully. Moving quickly he loops around a tree right as the bear slams into it and hides in the monsters blind spot, instinctively using the strange movement he sensed in the air before to turn the attention of the bear away from him.

It must only work to confuse the bear because while it doesn't follow the motion, it struggles to catch a whiff of Kim Rok Soo again. He skillfully uses his paws to silently move behind and away from the bears line of sight. It must not have very good hearing, and it ambles around, disoriented. In a moment of instinct alone, he uses something to prevent the grass from making any noise, too.

Kim Rok Soo is panicking about how to escape the bear when a black line suddenly appears in his line of sight, and it pierces the bears skull out of nowhere.

The beast slowly falls over, dead.

The black line moved so fast that not even Kim Rok Soo saw it. His red paws tremble. He looks at the felled bear, revealing a small tree branch embedded in its head, bleeding steadily from the fatal injury.

...

Kim Rok Soo stiffly looks around him. Is he going to end up being a snack for whatever killed that bear? The bear has enough meat doesn't it? Can't it leave him alone? He was just born.

Unexpectedly it isn't a monster but a boy, a teenager, that emerges from the trees and stares at Kim Rok Soo. He's wearing makeshift clothes and holding a rusty knife. Kim Rok Soo shudders. Can he escape from this guy? Then the teenager notices the egg shell on the ground and looks back at Kim Rok Soo.

"You..." he speaks in Korean. "You're just a baby." The Korean teenager lowers his eyes. "I can't kill a baby."

Insulted, Kim Rok Soo opens his mouth to argue. He's 36 years old. He isn't even close to being a baby!

The teenager looks at the wine red dragon blankly. The brief emotion in his eyes falls away like an illusion, and he anxiously taps his knife with a restless finger.

...

Kim Rok Soo sees the dead bear out of the corner of his eye.

Actually, being a baby isn't so bad. This guy looks strong, let's piggy back off of his strength and get a free ride out of this forest.

With his mind set, Kim Rok Soo sits his bum on the ground and curls his tail around his waist to sit on his paws, not the floor. It's comfortable. Should he try to be cute or something?

He yawns, tired from running around immediately after waking up from the egg. This is annoying. If the teenager doesn't take him in, won't he have to survive out here on his own? He doesn't know if the monsters here are edible.

Unbeknownst to him, Kim Rok Soo just displayed behaviors identical to those of a cat.

His eyes closed from yawning, Kim Rok Soo opens them to find the teenager crouching directly in front of him.

Way too scary!

"You aren't trying to attack me. You... is it because you're a baby?"

Kim Rok Soo tilts his head. Does this guy expect a baby to respond to him?

Choi Han swallows. In this place... maybe he can have a friend? It has wings, maybe he could teach it to lead him to people like him.

Choi Han stiffly opens his arms, keeping the knife positioned outward, and though his blank expression is unnerving Kim Rok Soo is tired and hungry, so he yawns again and steps closer. It couldn't be too dangerous, right? The teenager carefully wraps his arms around the small, wine red dragon, lifting it up and holding it as if it were a human baby.

Briefly, Kim Rok Soo wonders if the teenager can properly fight if he's holding something, but he decides to not worry about it. If a dangerous creature comes again like the bear, he's sure the teenager would throw him away or something.

Kim Rok Soo tucks his chin into the teenagers neck and shoulder, appreciating the warmth, and slips into a light sleep. Choi Han strokes the baby dragons back. The scales are slightly chilly. Faintly, Choi Han senses a deep strength within this creature.

Maybe it would be better to kill it young.

Kim Rok Soo sleeps, unaware of the rising killing intent.

Choi Han shifts the baby to one arm and taps his knife handle with the other. He should get it some food. It's a baby, so it'll be hungry. It should be fine without milk, right?

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Part 1 , Part 2

[whisperingashgarden]

You Are In Love

I have been sitting on this thought for a while, and honestly, I think this is a little poopy, but I'm uploading it anyway.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1.3K

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As you looked out at the horizon, it was silent, peaceful, even. The ocean lapped gently against the white beach, and the sky was a beautiful blend of blues, oranges, and pinks as the sun rose slowly above the water. It was early—at least, you thought so. You had been sitting on the cool sand since the sun began rising. You would guess that it’s almost six in the morning.

The salty wind blew your hair gently around your face, and you inhaled deeply. It relaxed you; the water did. You curled your knees to your chest and placed your arms onto the bent joints. Your eyes focused on the lapping waves.

You had trouble sleeping the night before, tossing and turning on your soft bedsheets. So when you woke up for the umpteenth time and saw the licks of sunlight enter your window, you decided to leave the comfort of your warm bed, exit your hotel room, and sit on the cold beach.

You closed your eyes, relaxing under the calm wind and warm sun, the crashing tides filling your ears. The picturesque scene helped you focus on what you were feeling. The very reason you couldn’t sleep last night. The lingering question that kept you up.

Do you love him? If someone were to come up to you and ask you if you loved Bucky, you would become a flustered mess. Maybe that was an answer in itself. You sighed once more, breathing in the refreshing salty air. The silence calms your fretting thoughts. You were friends, but you had been teetering the tightrope for a long time. With the longing glances and the small smiles only the two of you shared. His charming smile and striking blue eyes reappeared in your head, and you sighed again.

Your eyes fluttered open, and you gazed out onto the horizon once more. You inhaled deeply before you heard the soft sound of sand moving under someone’s feet. You looked over your shoulder, relaxing at the sight.

It was Bucky, clad in sweatpants and a red henley. Looking extremely handsome despite obviously having just rolled out of bed with his tousled hair. You looked back to the horizon, heard the footsteps stop, and saw him sit down on the sand. He was close enough that you could feel the heat emanating from his body, yet far enough away that it made you yearn for more–for just a touch.

There was a comfortable silence between the two of you, only the sound of the lapping waves and each other’s slow breathing. You glanced over at him briefly, seeing how his shoulders were lax as he stared at the same sunrise you were. Your eyes traced over his profile briefly before turning back to the horizon. You spoke up, breaking the silence gently.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Your eyes stay on the oranges and pinks that settle on the horizon, taking in the gentle beauty of the sunrise. You miss how Bucky’s eyes drift over to you, his turn to take in your profile—watching how the gentle wind tousles your hair and how calm you seem on the beach. His voice is gruff and hoarse from the early morning.

“Yeah…it is…” His eyes lingered on your face for a moment, and he knew inside he wasn’t just talking about the sunrise. His head turns to the horizon, his eyes catching on the two seagulls flying low in the sky. “Looks like we aren’t the only ones awake at this early hour.”

Your lips turn up at his comment, your own eyes finding the two birds that soar in the sky. The birds fly around each other as they participate in some sort of dance. The sun shines upon the two of them as only they exist in the world. The calm wind whips at your hair again, and before you can tuck the loose strand, you feel Bucky’s vibranium finger gently move it back behind your ear.

When the cool metal pulls away, you turn your head to meet Bucky’s gaze. Your heart nearly stops at the unknown look in his eyes. His hand slowly made its way down to where he rested it on his knee, reminding you of the loss of the touch on your cheekbone. Your voice is soft like a whisper as you thank him. He only gives you a short nod, and the corner of his lips turns up slightly. He turns his head back to the horizon, and your eyes linger on his profile before following his lead.

“Why are you awake?” You question him softly, the words tumbling from your lips smoothly. You inhale the salty air as you wait for his response. His eyes glanced over at you; you could tell he debated answering you.

You knew Bucky trusted you, and it was evident in how his shoulders would relax slightly when you walked into a room and the early morning or late night conversations you had—ones just like this one. But Bucky also knew you wouldn’t push him for an answer. His words fall from his lips just as softly as yours did.

“I could ask you the same question.” His voice was firm, but you could tell that it was a tease. When your gaze trails over to him, and you meet his cerulean eyes, you see how his lips quirked up in the corners, and you let out a soft huff of a laugh.

“I suppose you’re correct.” There is a gentle tease in your words, a lilt of amusement between the four words. You take in another soft breath, speaking softly once more. “I couldn’t sleep.”

You left your response vague, and you could tell from Bucky’s expression he wanted to press further. He didn’t. That’s how it was between you—never pushing, always leaving room for someone to open up—if they choose. The silence between the two of you was gentle yet expectant. You could feel his gaze on your face, and you inhaled shakily. You wouldn’t admit your feelings—you feared it would ruin things. So hidden they shall stay.

But he knew. Bucky always did. He could hear it in the silence. He could tell from how your eyes seemed to soften around the edges, and your smile widened when he spoke to you. Your head tilted towards him for a moment, meeting his eyes. You wanted to reach out and touch his hand, yet you resisted. You speak up again, the words as gentle as the wind. “What about you?”

He responds with a simple shrug of his shoulders, turning his eyes back to lapping waves. The two of you sit in silence, and you don’t mind. You never did. You adjust, stretching your legs before you, letting your bare feet dig into the cool sand. The sun had risen exponentially, slowly warming the sand and casting a warm glow over the two of you. You could hear Bucky’s slow, deep breathing, and you relaxed slightly before inhaling the salty air.

You don’t know how long it was before either spoke up again. You could see families settle on the beach out of the corner of your eye and sighed before turning to look back at Bucky. To your surprise, he was looking at you with a heavy gaze. Your eyes widen slightly before you give him a soft smile. His voice flows from his lips, gruff as usual. “You’re my best friend…”

Those four words caused your heart to race and your smile to widen ever so slightly. You knew precisely what Bucky meant and exactly how he felt. The breeze moved the salty air around you, and you sighed softly. Your hands fell atop Bucky’s vibranium one, interlacing with his. “And you’re mine…”

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| His Foresight - Simon “Ghost” Riley X Medic!Reader (Part 8)

Word Count - 5.6K

Summary - After being ambushed by an unknown foe and coming face to face with the realities of war, Ghost and Doc are forced to relocate to another safe house. Here they come clean about the inner turmoil plaguing them.

Tags/Warnings - Blood and Injury, Depictions of war and violence, Explicit Language, Character Death, Slow Burn

A/N - Just gunna sneak back in here.

Part 1 ❤︎ Part 2 ❤︎ Part 3  ❤︎ Part 3.5  ❤︎ Part 4 ❤︎ Part 5 ❤︎ Part 6 ❤︎ Part 7

Masterlist  ❤︎

Simon found himself stealing glances at the hands you had fisted in the fading material of your trousers. Your knuckles flashed white under your skin, and your jaw was fixed tight enough that your teeth might just crack under the pressure. Only the tips of your toes touched the floor, the muscles in your legs were so tense.

A near-death experience in his presence was unacceptable on his best of days. It’s happened twice—it was fucking with his head. He wanted to give you the space and independence that you had asked for but it seemed like every time he did so, you ended up injured. And badly. 

He wanted to pull you out of harm's way, hide you away from danger; but he was so devastatingly afraid of losing you again. A bitter fact that was making him go mad. He was selfish. In every sense of the word. 

It wasn’t that he thought you were helpless, he knew you could hold your own.

But…

He turned over the cyclone of thoughts in his head with a desperate need to find a solution that didn’t involve you getting hurt. Either by him or not.  

You shifted in your seat, brows knitting together and a grimace threatening to stretch your mouth. Simon had growing concerns about a possible concussion. Your agonizing headache and the puking from earlier weren’t a good sign. The singular gash above your brow has stopped bleeding but blood still coated and crusted into the strands of your hair. 

Your body had begun to shake as the adrenaline ebbed from your bones, leaving behind cold and sore muscles. For the life of him, he couldn’t shake the sight of the wild and desperate look in your eyes when he saw you in that hallway. You didn’t believe you’d come out of that fight alive and he could see that from the driver's seat. He forced his eyes to remain on the road ahead but his attention was wholly on you and your every breath. He wanted to ask you to talk to him, to let him know that you knew you were safe now. It was foolish to assume you would, you very rarely spoke your mind. Instead, you pushed your unsavoury thoughts and feelings to the deepest recesses of your mind. He only knew this because he saw it in himself. 

Like calls to like, he internally grumbled. Perhaps that was what he needed, someone who understood him and the way he worked. 

From the corner of his eye, he caught your eyes rolling shut, your head bobbing, as you fought off sleep. He reached over to your arm, shaking you lightly, “Stay awake for me, Doc.” 

Your eyes snapped back open but they were still glazed with a mixture of confusion and exhaustion, and you struggled to focus them. The terrain outside the truck window was moving too fast and your vision blurred then doubled. 

You frowned, “I think I’m going to vomit,” you cupped a hand over your mouth as it began to water. 

This time when he pulled over you nearly didn’t make it out in time—collapsing to your knees just outside. If he wanted to look over he would still be able to see the top of your head and watch as your shoulders heaved and curved forward with every wretch. Simon had to grip the steering wheel so tight that he feared the weathered and worn plastic would give way. Yet, he only tightened his hold to keep from jumping out after you because he knew you’d bite his head off if he did. Instead, he waited, pretending to distract himself with finding something from the back seat. 

He glared so hard out the windshield that he had to blink away a burn from his eyes. If he learned anything from his time in the military it was that he needed to manage his emotions before they took form. He had a track record of “losing control”, and he’d be damned if he didn’t feel like punching the fuck out of the steering wheel at this moment.      

You used the side of the vehicle to haul yourself back up, knees wobbling. Simon was already handing you water from his pack. You rinsed out your mouth, giving him a look that confirmed his suspicions. 

He felt his expression harden and watched as you noticed his demeanour change. You waved a hand. 

You waved him off. 

He swore he could feel his blood pressure rising. He was a torrent of emotions and thoughts that he didn’t have the time or desire to sort through right now.  

He cared so much. So much so, that he had to quite literally bite the tip of his tongue to keep from asking you a million questions. 

Are you okay? What can I do? What do you need?

“I’ll be fine, Riley,” you crawled back into your seat, “How much longer?” 

He tipped his head from side to side in contemplation, “Hour and a half.” 

Simon counted to 50, then back down by 7s, and back up by odd numbers, just to get a handle on his breathing. 

Turning back time to a few hours ago to kill those two soldiers again wasn’t an option. He knew that, but dammit it all if he didn’t wish that just this once he could. 

The sun had dipped below the horizon by the time you arrived, and to your visible relief, this new safe house was in a rather populated city. Around 20,000 civilians if you had to guess. The sky of the downtown area was stretched higher from the dozen or so apartment buildings. All similar looking in architecture. Some were as high as 10 stories, with little glowing windows dotting the sides. Others were no more than four. This would make it easier to blend in and disappear. 

He pulled into an underground car park, finding the most secluded and dimly lit corner he could. He ripped the cover off of a neglected truck from a few stalls down to cover his. Dust kicked up from the disintegrating canvas, and you waved a hand in front of your face and let out a few coughs to clear your lungs of it.  

You let him carry your pack from the car, if only because you knew he would pretend he didn’t hear you if you asked for it.

He led you to the seventh floor of the apartment building, and he quietly apologized for there not being an elevator.         

Simon had made you stand by the door while he made sure the place was secure. From where you stood you could hear him opening and closing the door, his footfalls near silent. When he was satisfied with his findings, or lack-there-of he guided you to the table before disappearing down the dark hallway. The singular light he had turned on in the kitchen was just enough to give you an idea of your surroundings. The apartment was nearly barren apart from the absolute basics. There was a small kitchen table that had the stain and lacquer peeling off, with a couple of chairs and a couch in the main room. Down the hall were two doors one with a bedroom complete a bed and dresser, and a bathroom.

When he returned, he had a wet cloth and a medkit he found in the bathroom in hand. With a nod of his chin, he sat you down in one of the chairs at the table, pulling another for himself in front of you. His legs were too long to sit comfortably unless he placed them on either side of yours. The proximity of his body heat melted nearly every muscle it reached.  

He was so incredibly gentle. It never failed to surprise you that this man was capable of such a touch. His fingers were feather light on your chin as he maneuvered your face to get rid of the blood that had dried to your skin. He said nothing the entire time. Too focused and too in his head to remember to talk. 

Guilt rushed up. You wanted so badly to reach out and take his hand in yours. Console whatever inner battle he was waging on himself. You wanted to feel him. Kiss him.  

Jerking back, you hissed at him when he began to clean the open wound. 

“Sorry,” he murmured, and his whiskey-coloured eyes snapped up to yours for a second before returning to his work. 

Now that he had cleaned up the area, it didn’t seem to be all that bad. Headwounds always bled more you reminded, but he would still need to do something to close it up. He rummaged through the kit, basically emptying its contents onto the table before he found steri-strips at the bottom of the medkit.    

You were certain that if it were he who had the injury he would have been content with a gluing to shut with the common crazy glue you’d find in every household's junk drawer and be on his way. He was no surgeon or nurse. He was a war-hardened soldier. There should be nothing nurturing about him. But with you, he was thoughtful about it. When he was done he leaned back in his chair to take a good look at his handiwork. You thanked him, instinctively leaning forward and resting your head on his chest. His arms encircled you, rubbing comforting lines up and down your back. You could hear the rhythmic thumb of his heart. 

You stayed like that for long enough that your breaths became synchronized. You allowed it to lull you, nearly falling asleep against him.  

“To bed with you,” he stood, holding out a hand for you. He guided you to the bedroom down the hall. There were no sheets or blankets. Or even a pillow. But, the cot looked unused. Brand new, even. 

You pulled off your boots with a grunt, and that was about as far as you got before you decided it wasn’t worth the effort and laid down. At some point during the night, you woke up with his jacket covering the upper half of your body. You curled your body into it, trying to get as much of yourself covered as you could before you drifted back into sleep.   

He left you to rest, but he still came in every few hours to wake you up and check if your condition was worsening. Each time he made sure to quickly close the door behind him so that the light filtered from the kitchen into the hall wouldn’t bother you. He usually left right after checking in on you, and more than on one occasion you could hear the voices of one of the 141 members coming from a radio or laptop in the living room area. 

Right now, he was crouched beside your bed, his eyes searching yours for any indication of a decline in your condition. 

Without thinking, you reached out for the hand that he had dangling between his legs. His fingers almost instinctively curled around yours. You rolled onto your side to face him completely, wincing when the weight of your hair reminded you of your injury. 

Gingerly he pushed hair back from your face and tucked it behind your ear. 

You could tell there was still an inner conflict plaguing him. One that he was trying very hard not to let come to the surface. There was so much he needed to say to you, but he couldn’t find the right wording and he was so afraid of scaring you off again. You would let him have a little more time to think before you pushed him to talk.

“What are they saying?” you had to fight to keep your eyes focused on him as your vision swam in front of you. You reached for him, your fingers catching on the collar of his sweater. You used his form to ground yourself as vertigo threatened to sweep you away. 

He placed a stabilizing hand under your elbow, “We’re gonna have to stay here for a few weeks until we know for sure we weren’t followed. It worked out great though. I have a contact here. Might be able to tell us who that was today,” his voice was unnaturally soft, and melodic. He sounded distracted like his mind was elsewhere, “You should get some more rest.”

He moved to stand up, but his grip didn’t loosen. As if he couldn’t bring himself to let go just yet. 

“Don’t leave me,” you whispered, biting your lip and looking down at his shoes preparing yourself for his rejection. 

He stilled. 

“Let me finish this report and I’ll be back,” he gave your hand one last squeeze before lowering it. 

You were in the limbo between sleep and wake when he returned. He came in with his pack, ripping off the last of his gear piece by piece. You sat up to watch when you heard the soft thud of boots hitting the floor. His shirt was already discarded on the floor, his belt open and hanging loose around his hips. 

You swallowed, your imagination instantly taking you back to that night a few weeks ago. Remembering how he had felt above you. In you. The feel of his desperate panting on your neck, and the sound of his moans were enough of a reminder that you squeezed your thighs together involuntarily. 

“Nuh-uh,” he pointed an accusatory finger in your direction when he noticed your eyes glaze over, “We’re getting you cleaned up.” 

He pulled back the covers on the bed, revealing your bare legs and the shirt he had slipped on you before sending you off to sleep. His shirt. The sudden change in temperature in concurrence with the heat of his gaze caused goose bumps to rise on your skin. 

“Are you planning on joining?” You tilted your head to the side. It was more of a request than it was a question.   

His eyelids grew heavy and he nodded. This time when you stood up, you weren’t as dizzy as you were expecting to be, at least nothing that you couldn’t handle. There was only the constant headache. A shower would help.

With his hands on your hips, he guided you down the hall to the bathroom. Almost immediately after he turned on the tap, steam wafted through the room. Your mouth dropped open, “A hot shower?”    

You fought to keep from pushing him out of the way to step inside the water. You were struggling with your shirt when Simon gave you a helping hand. 

Now completely naked in front of him, you reached for the zipper of his pants, eager to get in the water. He grasped your hand with him, his face tilted up and staring off into the corner. The tips of his ear were crimson and a nervous chuckle escaped him, “You need to give me a second.”

You took a cheeky peek at where your hands had just been. 

You blinked. 

He was rock solid. Painfully straining against the front of his jeans.  

“You’re naked,” he gritted out, and he said it like you weren’t aware. 

“What…” You tried to move your hands again but his grip tightened, “What were to expecting? This is a shower.”

“Please just get in the shower.”

You raised yourself onto your tippy toes, pressing a kiss to his jaw. Then worked your way down his neck; to his pulse, which hammered against his skin. 

You pressed into him, trapping your hands between your bodies. 

He groaned, the sounds coming up from deep within his chest. 

He stiffened as if remembering that just a few hours ago your life had been forfeit. His blood ran cold, you could feel it in the way his spin went ridged.  

And just like that, he was serious again, quietly guiding you to the shower. 

He did not join. He had brought you a fresh pair of clothes and waited outside the bathroom for you, closing the door behind him. 

You had tried your best to rinse all the blood and dirt from your body, unsure of how much of it was even yours. Your fingers danced over your open wounds, careful not to disturb the dressings Simon had put there earlier. Blood feathered and mixed with the water before slipping down the drain. You stayed under the water until it ran clear. What you wouldn’t give for a bar of soap in this moment. Your skin was red and irritated from the heat of the water and the scrubbing of cloth by the time you stepped back out.  

Steam fogged the glass but you could still see the vague, distorted outline of your body. You looked down at the fresh purple and blue hues of the bruises that marred your skin. They littered your legs and arms and contoured your hips. They peeked out from beneath your chin and disappeared into your hairline. Poking at them to feel the familiar ache was a habit you’ve had since you were a child, one you couldn’t shake all these years later. Your tongue darted out to trace the split in your lip, tasting coppery blood. 

The shower helped more than you had thought it could. It didn’t just rid your body of the blood but any lingering fear and tension. You didn’t move as sluggish as you did before, but you were still unbalanced enough that you had to sit on the toilet to put your pants on.   

   When you exited the bathroom, Simon had tried his best to carral you back the bedroom but you put up a big enough fight that he eventually moved to the side of the hallway to let you past. 

Even though every slight shift in movement sent pain crackling between your temples, you had felt the need to make yourself useful. You had yet to discover what task you could do that would help you achieve usefulness in this moment. You asked and asked until he had finally relented and allowed you to sit at the table in the kitchen with him, and had given you the menial task of planning out meals so that the little bit of food you guys had on hand could last as long as possible. Ghost had set up his little station in the kitchen, and was currently taking inventory on the very limited supplies you guys had available. 

Which was his own C8 carbine with a total of three clips and two extra boxes of ammo, his standard-issue handgun with one extra mag; yours must have fallen out of its holder during your fight in the school hallway because neither of you could find it. Your M4A1 with four magazines. Each of your military-issued knives, and 11 throwing knives, four of them being your own. Between what he found in your pack, his pack, the truck, and the safe house you guys had four maybe five comfortable days worth of food. He had found four blue jugs full of water in the bathroom. 

You sat slouched in the chair, scanning the table and kitchen counters that were now full of all your paraphernalia and provisions. He had told you his plans to meet up with this contact, Alex, some time tomorrow he was just waiting to hear back from him to see when and where. You had asked to come but Ghost shot down the idea immediately saying, “I still don’t really know who’s side he’s on. It’d better if he thinks I’m alone for now.”

You fiddled with one of the bullets he had laid out on the table, your finger balancing on its tip as you rocked it back a fourth. It wasn’t that you missed or even liked the abandoned fort you guys had previously been hiding out in with everyone else but at least that place wasn’t so agonizingly quiet. You guys couldn’t talk above a whisper to avoid any neighbours questioning why the usually empty apartment suddenly had occupants. 

You also missed Soap. Oddly enough. You hadn’t realized you’d taken such a liking to him. Enjoying his company came easy, with stifled chuckles and playful competition.    

Ghost dragged the back of his hand across the growing stubble on his chin, a gesture you had recently discovered might have been a nervous tick of his. 

“I’m going to try and see if I can at least get you back to the others,” he looked up at you from beneath his brows, his long lashes shadowing his eyes. If you knew how to paint, this was a picture you would want to capture on canvas. His deep brown eyes wavered for a second before hardening.   

There was a low, nearly imperceptible hum coming from the light in the kitchen. A noise you hadn’t noticed was so irritating until just now. 

You blinked at him, thinking for a second you heard him wrong, “What?”

He dropped his head between his shoulders for a second before looking back up at you, his eyes full of conflict, “I’m going to-“

”No,” you tilted your head at him, “I heard you. I’m just trying to understand what you're insinuating. You’ve never really been the best at communicating, but I think you’re saying you’re trying to go off on your own right now. Which, by the way, I will not be agreeing to. So I strongly suggest you take back what you just said.”

You watched as a myriad of emotions flashed across his face. You couldn’t help but feel like he hated the fact that without the comfort of his mask. A man who liked keeping his plans close to his chest but had a difficult time hiding his emotions; was an unpredictable man. 

“I’ve already almost died once this week,” you tried to reason with him, “Statistically speaking, I don’t think it will happen again for at least a few more months.” 

A purple so deep rimmed his eyes, that you wondered if he’d slept at all since you arrived. His dark eyes were dull and unamused at your try at a joke. 

“It’s not funny.” He quipped. Pushing his chair back with a thud. He made to move for the kitchen. 

“Why are you so upset?” you sit up, his jacket falling from your shoulders and getting stuffed between your back and the chair. You attempted to reach for him but he shot you a warning glare over his shoulder, his hand shooting out in a ‘halt’ gesture.

Your heart squeezed in your chest, and your blood ran cold. You scowled at him, ”I can’t understand why you are so insistent on trying to hide me from a career path that I chose for myself. I don’t know how many times I have to tell you this, but whatever happens to me out there is something I have already come to terms with. So why, Simon,” Your voice had risen to a decibel that boarded on yelling, “Why do you keep trying to coddle me?” 

“Because everyone I’ve ever cared about dies! They either die, or leave me, or betray me. And you’re being selfish.” He snapped, chest rising and falling. 

Your breath sucked out and you pulled back in surprise. He has never raised his voice at you like this. You knew he could. He has at others. At Soap. At Price. Not at you though. 

“I have done as you’ve asked and I’ve stepped back. I have done well by you in that. But—” he raked a hand through his cropped hair and moved to take a knee in front of you. His hands gripped your shoulder like he wanted to shake you but didn’t, “It’s not working. You have to give me some room to breathe. I can’t keep walking on eggshells around you. We have to come to an understanding. I have watched so many of my comrades die. I couldn’t save them and I am terrified of if there comes a time where I can’t save you. I have this pit in my stomach every time I am around you that it might be the last time,” he huffed, irritated with himself for a reason you couldn’t understand, “I’m still a man. I’m still a man who desires to keep you out of harm's way. And you hate me for it.”

Instinctively, you almost said, I won’t die, but knew that was naive. 

His eyes were frantically searching yours. This wasn’t how he wanted to have this conversation with you. He had been carefully putting together a speech for days, and he just threw the entire dialogue out the window, and he was panicking. 

You hate me for it. 

The words settled in the air, and with every breath you took you inhaled the bitter taste of them. The time between his confession and the words that stuck to the roof of your mouth must have been too long for Simon because there was a flash of hurt in his eyes.   

He made a sound of disbelief before turning his head to the side, his tongue digging into the side of his cheek, “Shit.” 

 You caught his shoulders just as he tried to pull away, keeping his attention on you. Somewhere between the shock and foreign emotions, you felt a sense of anguish. A grief that burned at your eyes. 

“I-“ you started, trying to find the words, “There has never been a man in my life who I felt truly safe and protected by. Not a single one. Not even my own father, my flesh and blood, has given me that security. All of my life I have been relying on only myself. I got myself in and out of situations entirely on my own,” you dragged your hand up to his jaw, “But when I am with you, there is no place on earth where I would feel like this. Like I don’t have to watch my back all the time. Or like I have sleep with one eye open. With you, I can let my guard down. I can be vulnerable,” you shook your head, “I’ll be better. I will be better at letting you help me. I will let you worry for me. I’ve never done that before and I don’t really know how to do that, but I’ll learn. I’ll learn. Just don’t send me away.”    

Before he could reply you were leaning forward in your seat, your mouth falling into a now familiar position over his. He immediately parted his lips for you, his hands instinctively delving into the hair at the base of his neck. The salt of tears you didn’t know you were shedding mixed in with the taste of him. He kisses them into your skin. With minimal effort and a soft grunt, he lifted you from your seat, shifting the two of you so he was sitting in the chair with you in his lap. 

“I don’t hate you. I could never hate you,” you didn’t think your words could be so honest. 

The agonizing sound that came from him was heartbreaking. The very thought of this man thinking you hated him for something he was trying so hard to ignore was enough to convince you that you never wanted to leave his side.

His mouth captured yours once more, one hand digging into the skin on your hips while the other wrapped around your back to keep you as close to him as he could possibly get you. You let him. Let him grab ahold of you like he desperately needed to. He needed to steal the air from your lungs for his own, his heartbeat to the feel of yours. He needed to memorize every curve and dip of your body beneath his touch. He needed the know how the sound of your gasps and breaths like he needed to know his own name.      

He kissed you until he was all you knew too. Until the world faded away into the shadows of the night, and your mind whittled down small enough for just him to hold. Your body moulded to his, sinking deeper into his hold. Your skin screamed to be touching his, and your fingers searched for any bit of exposed skin they could find. 

For what seemed like an eternity and a few seconds at the same time, you stayed like this. Entwined in each other's arms and fingers, and mouths; lost in each other. Pulling away from one another if only to take in air before diving back in. 

This man would be the death of you. You would throw your neck on the blade if it meant saving him. And oddly enough, you weren’t terrified of that revelation. You welcomed it and felt the need to nurture this new feeling. 

His grip loosened and he ran lines up and down your outer thigh. His fevered kisses slowed to a leisure. 

“Don’t leave me,” he breathed into your skin, “Don’t leave me behind.”

You knew without him needing to say that didn’t mean physical distance, or even emotional. He meant for you not to leave him behind to walk the earth without you by his side. 

You shook your head, giving him one last sweet kiss before stepping off of him and holding your hand out for him to grab, “Stay with me.” 

You lead him down the hall back to the bedroom, where you curled up into his arms in the bed. He pressed into the curve of his arms and engulfed yourself in his warmth and safety. It was a wordless interaction, one that felt natural and practiced. 

For a second, just as you drifted into sleep and your senses ebbed away into the recesses of your mind, you thought about what it would feel like to go to sleep and wake up in his arms every day. What it would be like to wake up in a room you shared, in a house you shared.     

He was gone the next morning before the sun had fully risen. Even though he had tried his best not to wake you, the sound of his footsteps retreating down the hall tugged you from your sleep. He was barely halfway through the kitchen before you were followed him. He sat at the table tying his shoes while you had prepared a quick breakfast of jam and crackers for him. When you turned around in the kitchen to face him, his eyes were already tracking your every movement, an indescribable expression pulled at his brows and the corner of his mouth. 

“How long will you be?” You handed him the crackers. 

He ate the first one in one bite, chewing quickly before answering, “I’ll be back by noon at the latest,” he paused, “If I’m not, call Price. He’ll come get you.” 

“I’ll wait,” you said with a finality that he didn’t have the heart to argue with. 

You waited for noon to come, keeping yourself busy by monitoring the streets out front. Memorized the cars and people as they went off to work for the day. You took detailed notes of those who left later or lingered outside for longer than what you deemed normal. You wrote down on the small notepad you kept in the front of your pack. You flipped past the pages that had the tasks and notes from previous dates. The pen ink was smudged and washed away from rainy days and spilt coffee on some pages. 

You watched as the hour hand flicked across the clock. From one to two. From two to four. You watched as some of the civilians who left in the early morning hours returned home. Some with groceries for tonight’s dinner, others still stuck on the phone with coworkers as they unlocked their front doors. Some hold hands with their children after picking them up from school.

You sat anxiously by the window, one leg crossed over the other while the other anxiously bounced. You chewed on the tip of your pen as you tried to force yourself to continue to take notes on the people outside. 

You couldn’t help yourself but lean a little bit closer to the window, your breath fogging the glass, every time you saw any man who even remotely resembled Ghost. Your ears perked up every time you heard heavy footsteps come up and down the hall. Waiting until one set stopped in front of the door. 

The sun was beginning to set by the time you heard the softest of knocks on the door. With bare feet you padded over to the door, reaching out for your handgun you felt on the counter on the way there. On the tips of your toes, you pressed your ear up the wood, listening hard. Another knock, this time with a different pattern and force. You tilted your head. Two different people?

You took one large, silent step to the side of the door, pressing your back to the wall. With the gun still in your left hand, you reached over for the door knob. And waited. Waited to see if they speak. They didn’t. You heard no movement. 

Your heart began to pound in your chest, and it felt like your lungs weren’t fully expanding. A million thoughts ran through your mind. 

Who could it be? Simon surly would have just walked in. Right? Or at least said something. With one last inhale through your nose and a forceful breath out your mouth you twisted the cold metal of the door handle. 

The sights of your handgun aim directly at the man's forehead standing outside the door.      

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Monsters Under The Bed

Pairing: Han Jisung x Reader

Word count: 2,158

Content warnings: Fluff, horror films

Summary: Your classmate jokingly gives wrong information on what you like to the student council for the Valentine’s Date event and you’re paired up with Han Jisung who is excited to go to a horror film special with you, only problem is that you can’t handle horror films.

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It’s a cold weekend in January that finds you sleepily getting off the charter bus from your week-long trip to the ocean research center on the coast. You had gone with your oceanography class and were just returning this morning to campus. Groaning softly you look up as you step off the bus and see that the quad where the bus had dropped you off was full of what looked like a pep rally for your college’s football team. All you want to do is collapse in your bed for the rest of the day before you have to prepare for the school week ahead but by the looks of the pep rally it’ll take you a bit of time to get through the crowd.

You’re sleepily trudging through the crowd when a very chipper young woman cuts in front of you with a beaming smile on her face. You stop short and stare at her tiredly before your eyes dart around to see how you could side step her. When you do try to walk around her she cuts back in front of you and you sigh softly.

“What’s up?” you ask her and her smile gets wider.

“What’s your opinion on movies?” she asks excitedly and your eyebrow raises high on your head while one of your classmates laughs tiredly next to you.

“She likes horror films because her soul is so deadened to everything around her it’s the only thing that gets her going.” he teasingly says and you bark out a tired laugh before frowning when you see the woman writing down the answer quickly on her clipboard.

“Good and what’s your school email address?” she asks curiously and you frown even more before your classmate rattles it off quickly for her.

“What is this for?” you ask cautiously and the woman looks up beaming happily at you.

“The school’s Valentine’s Date event! We pair you up with people who like the same things as you.” she says and your eyes widen just as your classmate begins laughing uncontrollably at the predicament you found yourself in now.

“Oh wait, no.” you begin to say feeling more awake now knowing that you’d probably be paired up with someone who likes horror films when in fact you can’t handle them at all. But as the woman bounces away from you back to the tent for the student council you sigh loudly and your classmate laughs once more before slinging an arm around your shoulders.

“C’mon it won’t be that bad.” he teased softly as he guided you through the crowd towards your dorm rooms.

“And when I can’t sleep because I have to watch horror films I’ll be calling you up to help keep me up.” you grumble out to him making him laugh loudly again.

You walk into the local cinema not far from campus feeling apprehensive, J.One or Jisung had been paired up with you for the Valentine’s Date event and had eagerly emailed you that he was so excited for your movie date on Valentine’s Day. He had excitedly told you that the local cinema was holding a ‘Bloody Valentine’ special where they’re playing slasher flicks for the holiday. You feel dread filling your stomach at his date idea but when he calls you after a few emails your heart and conscience melts with how excited he seems to go on this date. You figure what’s a few sleepless nights for you to be able to enjoy this date Jisung has planned and is excited for, you don’t have the heart to tell him the truth yet.

“Are you as excited as I am?” comes the quick question and you’re turning to see a handsome young man dressed in a red shirt that has a dripping heart on the front of it and a pair of baggy blue jeans. His smile is infectious and you can’t stop your own smile from slipping across your face, you can’t help but notice how handsome and cute he is with his slightly chubby cheeks and wide sparkling dark brown eyes.

“I totally am.” you lie to him grimacing slightly as he turns around and spots the register for snacks and drinks. He grabs your hand and begins to guide you towards the line hurriedly.

“C’mon we’ll get some snacks and then go grab our seats.” he says excitedly and you nod your head in agreement with him. “So have you seen any horror films that relate to your major? Oceanography?” Jisung asks as the two of you wait in line.

“Uh no, not really. I mean I’ve seen Jaws obviously. But other than that no I haven’t seen any others.” you tell him and he looks at you almost as if he’s offended on behalf of your poor horror film knowledge.

“Lake Placid?” he asks and you tilt your head at him with a furrowed brow.

“I’ve seen it but it doesn’t really line up with oceanography. I mean the one I could think of would be The Meg and all its sequels.” you say and Jisung nods his head eagerly at your words.

“What about Sharknado?” he asked, grinning widely at you, causing you to scoff loudly at him before rolling your eyes.

“Let me guess you’re into b grade horror films too.” you say knowingly and laugh as his eyes widen and his head automatically begins to nod up and down.

“You get me.” he says in a soft whisper and your heart clenches in your chest at his words before you open up your mouth to confess to him about you not liking horror films.

“Jisung I have a confession to-” you begin to say to him and he watches you with wide eyes before you’re interrupted.

“Next in line!” calls the employee standing at the register and Jisung turns quickly before stepping up to the register. He orders a large popcorn and then turns to you for a second.

“What kind of drink would you like?” he asks and you smile softly at him before asking for a soda. “Two sodas please. I figured we could share the popcorn before we go grab dinner afterwards.” he tells you and you nod your head at him.

After getting your drinks and the popcorn Jisung leads you into the theater to pick your seats. He’s guiding you towards the middle of the theater letting you go in first through the aisle before following you. “So what were you going to say before? You said you had a confession.” he said softly as the two of you took your seats. You turn to him and he’s watching you quietly waiting for you to tell him. You open your mouth once more but then suddenly the lights start to dim and Jisung leans closer to you getting his ear close to you but you shake your head. You know you should tell him that you don’t like horror films like him but you can’t shake the admiration that he had planned this date and was so excited to go on it with you.

You settle in your seat as the opening scene starts to play on the screen and you try to ease your nerves and worry about the movie. The movie, Valentine, isn’t as bad as you thought it would be. It’s a simple slasher flick and you find yourself falling into the plot easily, there’s not many jump scares throughout the movie even if it was intense and you applaud yourself for being able to get through the movie without completely showing that you were scared. A few times you had grabbed Jisung’s hand when you were surprised by something in the movie but he had easily intertwined your hands with a soft smile. There’s a quick break before the theater staff announce that they’re going to play the next movie which is My Bloody Valentine.

“I wonder if it’s the original or the remake?” Jisung wonders curiously and you turn to him with a curious tilt of your head.

“There’s an original?” you ask and he nods his head before smiling at you.

“Maybe for our next date we can watch whichever one they don’t play tonight.” he suggests and you flush softly at his intention of wanting to go on another date already.

“That’d be nice.” you say softly before the lights begin to dim once more. You quickly start to realize that this movie has a different vibe to it and relies on the jump scares to make it scary. The first one caught you off guard and you quickly grabbed Jisung’s hand causing him to smile softly at you and intertwine your hands again. The next one was a bit more gory than you were anticipating and your hands come up to shield your face which makes Jisung chuckle softly at you. The next major jump scare has you gasping loudly and hiding in Jisung’s shoulder which makes him snigger softly but reassures you with a hand on your knee gently comforting you.

Half way through the movie you’re engrossed in the story behind the movie and are mindlessly eating the popcorn Jisung had bought for the two of you. He leans in towards you and steals some popcorn from the container just as one of the characters is attacked, you in your focused state jump in your seat upsetting the popcorn container making popcorn fly everywhere. Jisung blinks at you for a moment before he bursts out in loud laughter while you’re ducking your head in embarrassment. The other movie goers all start to shush Jisung and you duck your head more as he laughs even louder at the situation. When a theater employee comes in and asks you and Jisung to leave, you're about ready to melt on the floor and become a puddle of embarrassed goo.

When the two of you are escorted out of the theater and outside Jisung turns to you with a wide grin on his face as his eyes sparkle amusedly at you. You can feel your face hot with embarrassment and he chuckles softly before grabbing your hand gently and then tugging you close to him. His hand raises and you watch with wide eyes as he plucks a piece of popcorn out of your hair as he grins down at you.

“You don’t like horror films do you?” he asked softly while watching you curiously. Your eyes widen at him and he smirks softly knowing he figured it out correctly. “Why did you tell the student council that you like horror films then? And why did you agree to go on the date when I told you what we were going to be doing?” he asked curiously as his head tilted to the side.

“I was very sleep deprived from a school trip to the ocean research center when the student council lady assaulted me and my classmates after we just got off the bus from our trip. One of my classmates jokingly told her that I like horror films and she ran with that info.” you explain and Jisung laughs at your story before he quiets and looks at you expectantly while you duck your head once again. “And when you called me to explain the date you sounded so excited. I didn’t have the heart to tell you that I don’t like horror films and put a damper on the date. Besides I’ve seen horror films before I could handle not being able to sleep for a couple of days afterwards if the date made you happy.” you explain and Jisung’s eyes widen at your words.

“You can’t sleep after horror films?” he asks bewildered.

“Sometimes, if they really get in my head yeah I’ll get spooked and have a hard time sleeping. But these movies weren’t that bad, I could handle them. It was just the jump scares that got me this time.” you tell him and he laughs loudly at you as you pout up at him.

“You’re adorable. I appreciate you trying to stick it out for my excitement but no more horror films.” he said softly with a soft endearing smile on his face.

“I mean, usually when I watch them in the daylight with people I’m okay.” you try to explain but Jisung laughs and shakes his head while wrapping an arm around your shoulders before guiding you away from the theater.

“Absolutely not. Can’t have you losing sleep because of a date I planned. I’d be a horrible potential boyfriend then.” he said amused and you looked up at him surprised.

“Potential boyfriend?” you asked shocked and he grins at you before nodding his head.

“C’mon my little adorable scaredy cat let’s go get dinner. And I’ll make sure to chase all the scary monsters under your bed away.” he teases and you flush as he snuggles you close into his side.

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[snowseasonmademe]

Good and Plenty

warning ‼️: lots of smut

word count: 5,554

pairing: aurelien x older black female reader

summary: the tensions are high all day and you and aurelien (almost) can’t make it home to finally get what you’ve been waiting for

note: happy valentine’s day freak-a-leaks!!!! here’s a very sexy valentine’s day fic for my fellow aurelien sister wives ;) everyone, let’s thank @whoevenisthiz ! she helped me with the scene after they get home and it really what kicked off the inspiration for the whole the fic. she’s so amazing. i’m posting this earlier than i planned because im really excited about it!!!!! i recommend y’all grab a snack and sit in a cold, dark room….alone. as always, i hope you enjoy and tell me what you think❤️‍🔥!!!

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The tension had been simmering all day, long before the intimate dinner, long before the teasing touches under the table. It started that morning—when you woke up to the slow, wet heat of Aurélien’s tongue between your legs, dragging you from your half asleep haze with the lazy, purposeful flicks of his mouth. He was buried beneath the covers, strong hands gripping your thighs apart as he feasted, groaning against your clit like he was tasting the sweetest thing he’d ever had.

You’d tried to push him away—mumbling something about needing more sleep—but he only chuckled, that deep, knowing sound vibrating against your sensitive skin. “Just let me take care of you” he murmured, lips brushing against your slick folds before he sucked your clit into his mouth, making you gasp.

He always wanted to take care of you. Always so eager to please, so willing to obey. Out of the bedroom and especially in it. And God, he was good at it. Even with all your experience, all the years you had on him, he still made you feel like you knew nothing when it came to pleasure. Like your body was something to be discovered, unraveled, and worshipped anew every time he touched you.

He didn’t stop until your fingers were tangled in his curls, until you were gasping his name, thighs shaking around his head as you came hard against his tongue. Only then did he finally emerge, lips wet, eyes dark with satisfaction. He kissed you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue before pulling back to whisper against your lips, “Good morning baby.”

Then, as if nothing had happened, he got up to get ready for work, leaving you spent and panting in the sheets. You were still trying to catch your breath when he reappeared, straightening out his white compression shirt, looking every bit the composed, put-together man you knew he wasn’t when he was beneath you.

Before he left, he leaned down, brushing one last lingering kiss against your jaw. “I bought you something” he murmured, lips ghosting over your ear. “I want you to wear it tonight after dinner. It’s in the closet”

And just like that, he was gone. Leaving you hotter, hungrier, and more frustrated than when he had his mouth on you.

By the time dinner came, the anticipation was unbearable. The restaurant was your favorite—dimly lit, luxurious, filled with the kind of quiet intimacy that only made the tension between you more potent. Aurélien looked devastatingly good in his tailored suit, the fabric hugging his broad shoulders and strong arms, the open collar teasing just a glimpse of his smooth, warm skin.

But it was the way he looked at you that had you gripping your wine glass tighter. Like he wanted to devour you right there at the table.

“Staring is rude you know?” you murmured, dragging your tongue over your bottom lip just to tease him.

He exhaled sharply, adjusting in his seat. “Can’t help it ma belle” he admitted, his voice thick with restraint. His eyes dropped to the deep neckline of your dress, then back up to your lips. “You look too good”

You smirked, setting your glass down before leaning in, letting your fingers trace over the back of his hand. “You’re acting like you weren’t between my legs this morning” you whispered, watching his jaw tighten. “Like you didn’t make me cum on your tongue before you even ate breakfast”

Aurélien sucked in a slow breath, his fingers curling into fists on the table. “You trying to make me hard in this restaurant Y/n?” he muttered, voice low and rough.

You hummed, dragging your nails lightly up his arm. “I think you like when I tease you” you mused. “When I make you wait”

His gaze darkened, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip. “Do you want to leave right now?”

You smiled, tilting your head. “I want you to be patient” you corrected, trailing your fingers up to his wrist. “And then, when we get home, I want you to lose all of it”

His breath left him in a slow exhale, his grip tightening under the table. “Tu vas me donner une crise cardiaque un jour” (You're going to give me a heart attack one day)

You only laughed, taking another sip of wine.

You didn’t even make it through dessert before agreeing to leave. The second you stepped outside, Aurélien’s hand was on your lower back, guiding you toward the car with a possessive urgency that made your stomach flip.

The moment you slid into the passenger seat, restraint snapped like a frayed thread. Aurélien had barely even pulled off before you grabbed his jaw and kissed him—deep, hungry, desperate. He groaned into your mouth, his hands immediately roaming your body, gripping your waist, your thigh, your neck—anywhere he could reach. His lips were hot and urgent, trailing down your throat, nipping at your skin as his breathing turned ragged.

Your hand drifted between his legs, pressing against the thick, hard length straining beneath his slacks. He hissed, bucking slightly into your touch, his fingers tightening around your thigh.

“Fuck” he exhaled, forehead pressing against yours as he struggled to catch his breath. “You trying to make me crash before we even get home?”

You smirked, breathless, pressing one last slow, teasing kiss to his lips before pulling away. “Drive faster”

He obeyed.

The second you stepped through the door, his hands were on you again. You barely had time to drop your purse before his lips crashed against yours, hands greedy as they pulled you close. The heat between you was unbearable now, both of you gasping between frantic kisses as you stumbled back against the wall.

Your back hit the surface with a soft thud, but you barely noticed because Aurélien was already pressing into you—his hard, strong body molding against yours, the unmistakable heat of his arousal pressing against your stomach.

“I want you to fuck me hard” you murmured against his lips, voice thick with need. “Right here against the wall”

His breath hitched. His grip on you tightened, fingers digging into your hips, pupils blown wide with hunger.

“I’ll do whatever you want baby” he rasped.

And he meant it.

He grabbed your thigh and brought it to wrap around his hip as one of his hands slid into your drenched panties. “You’re so wet” he groaned, dragging his finger through your slick folds before teasing your clit in slow circles.

“Of course I am” you purred, arching into his touch, guiding his hand with yours to show him exactly how you liked it. “I’ve been thinking about you all fucking day”

His jaw clenched, and his free hand gripped your thigh, hiking it up against his waist. “Fuck” he breathed.

You laughed softly, teasing, threading your fingers through his curls and tugging. “Aurelien” you said in a serious tone. “I need you inside of me. Now”

His strength paired with his obedience, his need to dominate warring with his devotion to pleasing you—made your body burn.

His hands worked fast—pushing your dress up, sliding your panties down your thighs. His movements were eager but careful, like he was desperate to have you but still mindful of your comfort. He always was. Even in his most desperate moments, even when his body was shaking with restraint, his first instinct was to make sure you were taken care of.

But right now? Right now, you wanted him to lose control.

“Don’t hold back” you urged, grabbing his chin, making him look at you. “Show me how bad you want me Aurélien”

That was all it took.

Aurélien cursed under his breath, fumbling with his belt, shoving his slacks down just enough to free himself. The second his dick pressed against your entrance, he paused, his gaze locking onto yours, waiting—always waiting for your permission.

You pulled him closer, breath hot against his ear. “Do it”

And he did.

The stretch was exquisite, his size forcing your body to adjust, but it was exactly what you wanted—what you needed. A strangled groan left his lips as he sank in, forehead pressing against yours, his body trembling with the effort to control himself.

“Putain bébé” (Fuck baby) he choked out. “Je pourrais jouir maintenant” (I could cum right now)

You tilted your hips, urging him deeper, wrapping your leg tighter around him.

Aurélien gripped your hips and pulled back before slamming into you with a force that made your breath hitch. He set a brutal pace, fucking you against the wall just like you asked, the sound of your back hitting against the wall filled your ears and breathy moans filled the room.

He was lost in you, worshiping you with every thrust, every reverent kiss against your shoulder, every desperate moan muffled against your neck. His hands couldn’t stay still, roaming your body, nails digging into you, memorizing every curve, every dip, every shudder.

“Tell me what you need” he panted, lips brushing against your ear.

“You” you gasped, nails digging into his back, pulling him closer, deeper. “Just like this. Just—”

Your words cut off in a moan, back arching against the wall as Aurélien drove into you, hitting that perfect spot again and again—so precise, so ruthless, like he was made to fuck you just like this. His strokes were deep and demanding, dragging pleasure out of you with each roll of his hips, each desperate thrust that left you gasping. His fingers dug into your thighs and hips, holding you up effortlessly, his strength undeniable as he used it to wreck you in the best way. You could feel the tension coiling in your stomach, that telltale heat building, threatening to snap.

His grip tightened, knuckles white from how hard he was holding onto you, and his pace turned brutal—fast and deep, yet still so in tune with your body, like he knew exactly what you needed before you even had to ask. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the air, mixing with the frantic gasps, the sharp moans, the low, desperate groans spilling from his lips. He was unraveling, coming undone just as fast as you were, and the knowledge only pushed you closer to the edge.

“Cum for me” he begged, his voice breaking, thick with need. His forehead pressed against yours, eyes blown wide, dark and pleading. “Let me feel you bébé please—”

It was the way he said it, the raw desperation in his voice, the absolute worship laced in his words that finally shattered you. Your climax slammed into you like the way his dick was stroking your inner walls, stealing the air from your lungs, making your whole body tense as pleasure ripped through you. You cried out, nails raking down his back and arms, thighs trembling around his waist as he fucked you through it, determined to pull every last ounce of pleasure from you.

The way you clenched around him sent him spiraling right after you. His hips stuttered, a deep groan escaping his chest as he buried himself to the brim, his whole body shuddering with his release. You felt the warmth of him spill inside you, the way his muscles locked up, his grip on you tightening as if he needed to hold onto something—needed to hold onto you—to survive the intensity of it all.

For a long moment, neither of you moved. Just panting, tangled up in each other, his body still pressing you into the wall like he never wanted to let go. His breaths were ragged, hot against your neck, his heart pounding just as wildly as yours. Slowly, his grip softened, fingers tracing lazy circles against your skin, grounding himself in your warmth.

“Fuck” he murmured against your lips, voice wrecked, filled with nothing but awe.

And the way he said it—like he still couldn’t believe you were his—made you ache for him all over again.

Then, slowly, Aurélien pulled back, his fingers brushing through your hair, tucking a stray lock behind your ear. His eyes were dark with satisfaction, but there was still something softer—something almost tender—in the way he looked at you. The dominance he’d shown moments ago had been replaced with a hunger that felt a little different, but no less intense.

“You okay?” he murmured, kissing your forehead, his voice rough, thick with desire.

You smirked, taking his face in your hands, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw before dragging your nails down the sides. His pulse quickened beneath your touch. You tilted his face up to meet your gaze, locking eyes with him, and you could feel the shift between you—him, still catching his breath, and you, already craving more.

“I should be asking you that” you teased, voice low, dripping with satisfaction and hunger. “I did tell you to fuck me hard didn’t I?” Your tone was teasing but laced with a darkness that promised there was more to come.

His grin curled lazily, cocky, like he knew exactly how you felt and didn’t mind it one bit. But in his eyes, there was still that hint of boyish awe—like he couldn’t quite believe he was here with you, in this moment, with all of you. “I’ll do whatever you want” he reminded you, his voice rough as he pressed another slow, lingering kiss to your lips. “Whenever you want”

Your breath hitched at his words, but you didn’t let him get the upper hand yet. You hummed, dragging your nails lightly down his chest, savoring the way his breath caught, the way his muscles twitched under your touch. “Then I hope you’re not too tired” you purred, letting your fingers trail lower, teasing the waistband of his trousers before dragging them back up to his chest. “Because we’re not done yet”

His sharp inhale echoed in your ear, his hands tightening around you—too desperate to pull away, too eager to do exactly as you said.

Aurélien might have been the athlete, the one with stamina that went for miles, but you? You were the one who knew exactly how to use it.

The power was in your hands, and right now, it was your turn to make him bend to your will. You leaned up to kiss him again, slow and deep, your tongue tangling with his as you pulled him toward you, guiding him backward toward the stairs.You felt his cum dripping down your thighs and it made you so ready for the next round.

As you reached down, your fingers wrapped around him again, and you could feel it—the slick mess of both of you coating his dick, warm and sticky against your palm. You glanced down, smirking at the sight of it, the evidence of everything you’d just done still glistening on his skin. With a slow stroke, you spread it over him before tucking him back into his pants, smoothing the fabric over his length like you hadn’t just had him unraveling in your hands.

As you made your way up the stairs, you felt the pulse of anticipation building again—this time not from the tension of the moment, but from the sight awaiting you at the top of the stairs. Aurélien had planned something special. The soft glow of candles lit the path to the upstairs balcony, the space decorated beautifully with roses, fairy lights, and soft pillows arranged just so—an intimate, romantic scene that made your heart race in a different way.

You stepped out onto the balcony, the cool night air brushing against your skin, but it didn’t matter. Everything else melted away as you took in the sight before you. The balcony was transformed—soft candlelight flickered around the space, illuminating a scattering of roses, delicate fairy lights twinkling overhead, and pillows arranged perfectly. It was beautiful, intimate, and undeniably romantic.

“Oh, what’s all this?” you asked, your voice filled with surprise, though you couldn’t hide the hint of excitement rising inside you.

Aurélien moved behind you, his body warm against your back, arms wrapping around your waist. He pressed a kiss to the back of your neck, a satisfied smirk pulling at his lips. “I decorated before we left” he murmured, his breath sending a shiver down your spine. “But we couldn’t really get to it because we were… busy” he finished, squeezing your side with a playful, possessive grip.

You smirked, spinning in his arms, eyes dark with desire. “You’ve been making me wet all night, and now you pull this shit on me?” you purred quietly, almost a whisper, hands running over the muscles in his chest as you leaned in closer, your breath hot against his lips. “It’s gonna be hard to wait any longer baby” you said, biting your bottom lip.

His eyes darkened at the tone of your voice, his grip tightening on you. “I’m gonna have to make you wait, but trust me, it will be worth it”

Before you could respond, Aurélien reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box, holding it out toward you with an intensity that only made you burn hotter. “I have something for you” he whispered, voice thick with need.

You took the box, eyes glinting with curiosity. As you opened it, your breath caught in your throat. Inside was a stunning Tiger’s Eye Van Cleef bracelet, the deep golden hues reflecting the candlelight, beautiful in its simplicity and elegance. The piece was exquisite—just like him.

“It matches mine” he said, his voice proud and full of admiration as he stepped closer. “I knew you’d like it”

Your fingers brushed over the bracelet as you slipped it onto your wrist, eyes never leaving his. You could feel the intensity between you, like the space between your bodies was filled with pure electricity.

“Oh you knew huh?.....It’s perfect” you whispered, your voice a soft purr, eyes locked on his. “You always know exactly how to please me”. The words rolled off your tongue, full of intent, as you moved toward him again, pressing yourself against his chest.

Aurélien smirked, his hands trailing down your sides, fingers grazing over the curves of your body. “That’s my job baby” he replied, his voice dripping with desire.

Just when you thought he was about to pull you in for another kiss, he surprised you. He turned you again, pushing you gently toward the balcony railing so your back pressed flush against his chest once more. Your heart raced as you bent over it, the cool metal biting into your palms as you leaned forward, offering yourself to him completely. You gasped, feeling his growing arousal against you. His fingers slid down your back, tracing the curve of your spine before grasping your hips firmly, pulling you toward him. The heat between your legs was unbearable, and you could feel his hard dick pressing against you, demanding, urgent.

“You look so fucking sexy like this” he murmured, his voice thick with need, hands gripping your hips, holding you close. But you didn’t care about looking sexy—you cared about feeling him, having him, finally getting what you’d been desperate for all damn day.

“Aurélien” you whined, pressing your ass against his hard dick, rolling your hips against him.

His breath hitched, and his fingers dug into your skin as if he was barely holding himself back. “You need me that bad, baby?” he rasped, dragging his hands down your stomach, teasing the lace of your panties.

“Yes” you gasped, tilting your head back against his shoulder. “I want you to make me cum again—fuck me. Right here”

That did it. His restraint snapped. He quickly took off your shirt and skirt, his hands gripping your ass as he pressed you against the railing. “Bend over a little more for me” he ordered, voice rough, almost desperate.

You did as he said, gripping the cool metal as you arched your back, offering yourself to him completely. The night air brushed against your skin, making you shiver, but you didn’t care—because you felt him behind you, felt his fingers trailing down your spine, then yanking down the tiny lace he’d made you wear.

“So you liked the lingerie I set out for you this morning” he murmured, his breath hot against your ear, his hands already gripping your waist like he couldn’t stand another second without you.

“Of course I did” you purred, tilting your head to brush your lips against his jaw. “I’ve been thinking about you fucking me in this all day.”

His dick twitched against you, his grip tightening. “Ouais?” (Yeah?) His voice was rough, dark with intent. “Laissez-moi vous donner ce que vous attendiez” (Let me give you what you've been waiting for)

You turned your head slightly, eyes dark with lust. “I want you to fuck me over the balcony so everyone knows how good you fuck me” you said, voice dripping with filth.

“Putain” he swore, his control completely shattered. His hand cracked against your ass, making you gasp, before he slid his fingers between your thighs, groaning when he felt how soaked you were. “Dripping for me” he murmured, rubbing your clit in slow, deliberate circles. “You need me that bad, huh?”

“Stop talking and fuck me” you demanded, rocking back against him.

He didn’t make you ask again. Lining himself up, he slammed into you in one deep thrust, stretching you open, making you gasp at the perfect, overwhelming fullness. He didn’t give you time to adjust—he started fucking you hard, deep, just like you needed, his grip bruising on your hips.

“Yes—fuck” you moaned, hands gripping the railing for support. “Fuck me Harder”

“You take this dick so fucking good” he groaned, pounding into you with everything he had. “So tight. So fucking wet for me.”

You gasped when he grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back, making you arch even deeper for him. He landed a hard slap on your ass making you whine loudly. The mix of pain and pleasure had your legs shaking, had you completely at his mercy.

“Smack me again” you moaned.

He did—hard. The sting only made you wetter, made you clench around him.

“Again”

Another sharp slap.

“Now make me cum” you gasped, your voice almost breaking from how desperate you were.

He obeyed instantly, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing fast, tight circles, his thrusts turning brutal. “Cum for me” he rasped. “Let me have it”

Your orgasm hit like a fucking earthquake, your entire body tensing as pleasure exploded inside you, your walls clenching down on him, pulling a deep groan from his lips. He wasn’t far behind—you felt him twitch inside you before he cursed under his breath, his hips stuttering as he spilled inside you, his grip on you unrelenting.

For a moment, all you could hear was your heavy breathing, the sound of the city below, and the lingering echoes of your moans in the night air. Aurélien’s hands traced slow, lazy patterns over your hips, his lips brushing over your shoulder, his breath still ragged.

Then, without a word, he turned you around, capturing your lips in a deep, hungry kiss. It wasn’t soft—it was all tongue, all heat, all the leftover desperation that neither of you could shake. His hands roamed your body, gripping, squeezing, pulling you closer like he still hadn’t had enough.

Slowly, he walked you into the loft, the soft carpet cushioning your feet as he guided you inside. The flickering candlelight cast shadows along the walls, and the night air from the open doors made your overheated skin tingle. When he reached the center of the room, he lowered you onto the plush floor, his hands firm but careful as he eased you down.

You looked up at him, chest rising and falling rapidly, watching as he sat back on his heels and pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it aside. His muscles flexed in the dim light, his skin still glistening from your last round on the balcony. Then, his hands moved lower shoving his pants and boxers down his thighs until he was completely bare above you, hard and ready again.

Your breath hitched when he leaned over you, flipping you onto your stomach with ease. His hands slid under your hips, lifting you slightly, arching your back so your ass was perfectly presented for him—your body pressing into the carpet, your legs spread just enough to feel the heat of him behind you.

“This” he murmured, trailing a slow hand down your spine. His touch left a trail of heat, every inch of your skin hyperaware of him. When he reached your ass, he squeezed—firm, possessive, sending a sharp pulse of desire straight to your core. “This is how I want you”

A shiver ran through you at his words, your body responding instantly. The anticipation was unbearable, pooling deep in your belly, making your thighs clench. His hands gripped your hips firmly before sliding lower, spreading you open with intent. The cool air against your heated skin sent another shiver down your spine, a slow, teasing pause that left you breathless.

Then, without warning, he slightly leaned down and let out his spit into your pussy. The sensation made your body jolt, a needy whimper slipping from your lips as he teased you, drawing out every ounce of anticipation. He groaned, savoring the way you trembled beneath him, before finally pressing the thick, leaking tip of his dick against your pussy.

With one deep, unhurried thrust, he filled you completely, stretching you open in a way that made your breath hitch, your mouth parting in a silent moan before it finally broke free.

“Fuck Aurélien” you gasped, voice trembling, your fingers digging into the plush carpet beneath you, desperate for something to hold onto. The overwhelming fullness, the slow, dragging way he pulled out only to press back in—it had you teetering on the edge of madness.

He groaned, a low, guttural sound that vibrated through his chest. His fingers dug into your hips, holding you steady as he began to move, each stroke deep and measured, savoring every second of being inside you. His breath was uneven, his restraint evident, but it didn’t last long. Soon, his rhythm shifted, his control slipping as his hips snapped against you, faster, harder, his dick slamming into that perfect spot that had your legs shaking beneath you.

Your body tensed, pleasure unraveling inside you at a pace you couldn’t keep up with. The way he stretched you, filled you so perfectly, sent wave after wave of ecstasy crashing into you. It was too much, too intense. Your limbs burned, the friction, the overwhelming sensation making it impossible to think straight. You whimpered, trying to crawl forward, your hands scrambling at the carpet as you attempted to escape the unbearable pleasure.

But he was quicker. “Mm mm” Aurélien growled, his voice thick, dark with dominance as he grabbed your waist and yanked you back, forcing you flush against him again. “You’re not running from this dick. Come here”

A needy, broken moan fell from your lips as he grabbed you, pinned you in place, his hands locking around your hips, making sure you took every relentless stroke. Every inch. The deep drag of him, the way he filled you without pause, left you gasping, your body trembling under him. Your vision blurred, your muscles burning from the strain of taking him this deep, this hard. Every thrust sent a sharp, intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain rippling through you, leaving you desperate, stretched, and utterly consumed by him. His grip was bruising, his pace unyielding—there was no escape, not that you wanted one.

You felt him everywhere. The heat of his body pressing down on yours, the rough scratch of his breath against your shoulder, the tension in his muscles as he held himself back just enough to draw it out. Every inch of him dragged against your walls, thick and unrelenting, forcing your body to yield. The way he filled you, the way he stretched you, made your thoughts dissolve into nothing but him. And he felt you, too—his grip tightening as he groaned low in his throat, as if he could barely hold himself together. You clenched around him, and his rhythm faltered for a split second, a raw, helpless sound tearing from his throat. “Fuck” he gritted out, the word drenched in hunger. You could feel it—how close he was to losing control, how much he loved the way you took him.

His breath ragged as he reached beneath you, fingers expertly finding your swollen, sensitive clit. He rubbed tight, merciless circles, each touch perfectly in sync with his punishing thrusts. The sharp contrast of pleasure and intensity sent you spiraling, your body tensing, then unraveling beneath his relentless pace. His other hand smoothed over your ass before bringing it down in a sharp, stinging slap. Once. Then twice. The sharp bite of pain only made the pleasure crest harder, your cries muffled against the sheets. “Give it to me” he growled, his fingers pressing, stroking, demanding—until you shattered for him, falling apart in his hands.

The combination was lethal. Your orgasm ripped through you with devastating force, your entire body jerking as your walls clenched down on him, squeezing him so tight you heard him curse under his breath. A strangled cry left you, muffled against the carpet as you came, waves of pleasure crashing over you again and again.

Aurélien groaned, his pace faltering, his grip on you tightening as he buried himself deep one last time. His body tensed, his breath shuddering as he spilled inside you, his low, broken moan vibrating against your skin.

Neither of you moved, your bodies still locked together, trembling in the aftermath. Your breaths were ragged, chests rising and falling in sync, the only sound filling the space around you.

Then, slowly, he leaned down, his lips pressing soft, lingering kisses along your spine, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you into his chest. His warmth, the way he held you so securely against him, sent a different kind of shiver through you—one that had nothing to do with lust and everything to do with the way he made you feel.

A deep, satisfied groan rumbled in his chest as he pulled out, slow and careful, letting you feel every inch of him leaving your body. The wet, obscene sound of it filled the air, making your breath hitch. He lingered there for a second, eyes locked on the way you trembled, before finally settling beside you.

Neither of you said a word at first, just the sound of your breathing filling the room. But you didn’t need to.

Then, with a lazy smirk, he exhaled a laugh. “You know” he murmured, dragging his fingers up and down your arm, “we really could’ve just fucked in the car”

You laughed, burying your face against his chest. “I don’t even know how we made it home without crashing to be honest” you admitted. “I had my hand in your pants the whole damn ride”

He groaned, shaking his head. “Yeah, I was holding on for dear life” He traced a slow circle on your hip before tilting his head down to look at you. “We’re reckless as hell”

You grinned, pressing a lazy kiss to his collarbone. “A little”

He hummed, then suddenly— “What zodiac sign do you think our baby’s gonna be?”

You froze for a second before lifting your head to look at him. The countless hours of teaching him astrology finally came back to haunt you. His expression was unreadable, but there was something teasing—something knowing—lingering in his eyes.

“The way you’ve been putting it in me like you’re trying to start a family, we might find out real soon” you teased, arching a brow.

His smirk widened, hand smoothing over your stomach. “Yeah?” His voice was deep, almost too casual. “Hope they’re a Scorpio”

“So Jules can have a birthday buddy? Great idea” you teased, rolling your eyes.

He chuckled, fingers tracing lazy patterns against your skin. “Exactly. Double the chaos.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day” you shot back, laughing.

He smirked, tilting his head. “Yeah, and nine months from now, you’re gonna be saying ‘Happy Parenthood”

You scoffed, swatting at his chest, but he just grinned, pulling you even closer. He kissed you again, deep, like he had all the time in the world to ruin you. And he did.

What started as lazy touches and teasing words unraveled into something primal, something untamed. You lost track of time, lost track of how many times he pulled you under, only to bring you back gasping, shaking, begging for more. Every surface became a playground—the bed, the couch, the kitchen table, even the floor when patience ran out. He flipped you, stretched you, took you apart in ways that had you seeing stars, until your body was trembling, muscles aching like you’d spent six straight hours on a stairmaster.

By the time you collapsed against him, boneless and wrecked, dawn was threatening the horizon. Your voice was hoarse, your skin marked with the evidence of everything he’d given you.

You knew this was gonna hurt so good when you woke up later.

[nani-nonny]

Prisoner of Fear : Part 4

Masterpost | Part 3

You chose: Take Home

Enjoy!

Lee finally looks over his shoulder at the younger, tempted by the silence to see what the teens thinks of what he said. Sure, the most he’ll get in response is from the teen’s body language, but its better than nothing. Though, what he sees is nothing short of… peculiar.

He sees the teen has fallen asleep. But the worst part is seeing the poor teen shiver from the cold that the night brought in. And the sight… it triggers the protective part of Lee’s brain.

Lee’s slow when he raises his head from the ground, painfully straining his core from the slowest sit-up in the world. But it’s worth it in the end when he sees his pain didn’t awaken the teen.

He’s cautious when he clears his throat, raising his arms in surrender immediately. When he doesn’t get a response, he lowers to the ground on all fours and whispers, “Hey, champ… You can’t sleep out here in the cold so… don’t get mad, alright? I’m doing this for you.”

Lee waits for any kind of response, tension building in his legs and arms from remaining so still on his hands and knees for so long. He stays like that until he’s sure the teen is deep asleep and carefully scoops the teen into his arms. He pulls the teen close to his torso, holding the younger like an infant with how cautious he is. He gently pries the sword from the younger’s hand and opens a portal directly into the lair.

But this posed to be a problem.

He hadn’t realized it when he first made the portal upon their first interaction. He hadn’t known this would happen. It’s wild to think about, mind-boggling to think this would be possible.

How was he supposed to know that their powers were linked?

And how was he supposed to know that opening a portal would awaken the teen?

Lee was barely able to close the portal when the teen swatted at his face like a wild animal. His counterpart releases an inhuman screech, all teeth and beastly that promises serious injury. Long nails dig into his cheek and into his collarbone, deep enough to draw blood.

The teen pushes himself out of Lee’s arms, falling to the floor without grace and scurries away. He lunges for the nearest hiding spot, which happens to be within the gaps of the kitchen, between the countertops and ice chests of food.

Lee ignores the blood pouring from his collarbone and cheek, preferring to hold tightly to the sword than to hold down his wounds. The only thing keeping his counterpart from running away so easily is the very sword in his hand. He’s not going to let go just yet.

“Wait, Champ, wait,” Lee tries to catch the younger’s attention as he raises his hands in surrender. This notion isn’t well received with the sword in his hand, as it elicits a newfound panic from the counterpart who tries to scurry deeper within the recesses of the kitchen’s darkness.

Lee sheaths the sword into his belt and raises his hand in surrender again. He can feel the adrenaline rushing toward his wounds, numbing the pain temporarily. “It’s okay, bud, I promise not to hurt you. Okay? Look, I’ll even show you a better place to hide. It’ll be quiet, it’ll be safe, and you won’t have to see me all the time.”

Lee backs away slightly, keeping an eye on the younger as he does. He keeps backing up until he reaches the first floor’s bathroom and throws open the doors immediately. He walks in to place the sword on the floor then walks out with his arms raised in surrender again.

“There. No funny shit. Just… please. Don’t run again. The room is all yours. No one there but you,” Lee offers, ignoring the blood that drips onto the cement floor.

His counterpart is cautious, staring intently with a glare that could kill. The teen looks like he would actually kill Lee if he could at the moment. And it… it hurts Lee. It hurts more than the wounds that he knows will be a pain when the adrenaline wears off. Because he knows that look.

He messed up. He messed up badly. He shouldn’t have done that. He should’ve stayed there with the teen or something. Anything that didn’t get that look in Leo’s eyes.

And if he wants to fix it, even just the smallest nail in this broken attempt at helping his counterpart. He needs to show that he’s not a threat. So he sits down and turns his back on the teen. He keeps his hands raised–to show he still doesn’t intend to do anything else. He hopes this will at least keep his younger self out of the cold.

Then he waits. He waits and he waits. He waits even as his arms begin to sting from being raised for so long, once again. And he continues to wait, even when his body sways from the amount of blood he has lost paired with the fading adrenaline.

But when he finally hears the sound of the younger getting up from his hiding spot, his heart picks up with anticipation.

There’s a chance that the teen goes for the kill. It’s something he would have done. He’s in a vulnerable position, especially as someone who pissed off the opposer. He could very well die in this very moment. But he clings to that miniscule of hope. The hope that they grew close on the tower, that the teen who fell asleep within his vicinity would deem him worthy of his life. Not that he’d willingly give it up for the teen. He fought hard for this life, he won’t give it up willy-nilly because his past self held a grudge.

Thankfully, though, he doesn’t have to fight for his life. He doesn’t have to knock out his counterpart and ruin their already messed-up relationship.

He hears his counterpart scurry past him and into the bathroom. He hears the sound of the blade scraping against the bathroom tile but the teen doesn’t come closer. Instead, he hears the sound of squeaking in the bathtub, then silence.

And when Lee takes a quick glance into the bathroom, he sees his counterpart sitting in the bathtub, holding tightly to his sword.

The sight relieves Lee immediately. The tension in his arms releases like a dam breaking and his body collapses back on the ground. He doesn’t care that he lays back in a small puddle of his own blood, and he doesn’t care that he badly wants to take a nap. But the movement makes the teen flinch in the bathtub, making the sword scrape the makeshift tub made from a broken drain and plastic swimming pool.

Lee sighs with relief and asks, “You’d like it better if the door was closed, right?”

He doesn’t wait for a response as he lethargically lifts a leg to shut the door and lets his limb fall back on the ground with a thud. It’s best if they stay clear of the door for a while, and he’ll have to be the in-between for the family and his counterpart. It’ll be way too dangerous at this point to keep the others in close contact, especially considering that he was currently the closes to the teen and this is how he is left after a singular interaction. He keeps making mental notes of how life will be for his family’s counterparts and how he has to explain what has happened in his counterpart’s absence. Worst of all, he feels the phone buzz in his belt pockets. He sighs again when he realizes the job isn’t close to done and pulls out Mikey’s phone.

He quickly texts the teens, the ones in particular who have their phones, a brief, “Found him,” then finally holds his hands against his wounds. Hopefully, they’ll come home faster than he bleeds out.

[nifflering]

Another little headcannon (inspired by @roxannepolice headcannon that every master post cheetah virus still has it deep in their dna)

Every master post-cheetah virus is like a magnet for cats.

[sysig]

*You’re starting to feel very sleepy... (Patreon)

[screampied]

you always had a bad habit of falling asleep—not just anywhere though, but on sukuna ryōmen’s notorious throne. .

he hated it.

he hated how how you hogged up his space.

he hated how your near-quiet snores would echo through his poorly aged walls.

most importantly though, he hated how frustratingly cute you looked . . all scrunched up, curled up in a ball, and occasionally shivering a bit from the cool air that settled against your bare skin.

“tch..” he’d sigh, feeling his muscles ache with each step he took toward you. as usual, sukuna had just returned from some battle and here you were, always waiting for him to return. he’s probably told you over about a hundred times that you could have slept in his private chambers but no—you always preferred his throne. always.

you never told him, but part of the reason why you loved sleeping on it was because of his strong scent that always lingered on the piece of ancient furniture. a musky scent that you’d grow to always miss whenever he wasn’t with you.

“oi. you awake?” sukuna grumbles, and you shift a bit once he lifts you. you could hear him murmuring vexed curses under his breath as he positioned you to lean up a certain way. crimson-velvet eyes bore into your sleeping state and sukuna held back a snickering smile. “pft. ‘course not,” and you felt him starting to trod away with you snugly cradled in his broad arms. as sukuna made his way upstairs, he softly strokes a thumb underneath your nape. “brat. sleep in my bed next time. you’re gonna get back aches at this rate.”

despite his cold-hearted, rough exterior he was always gentle with you. only you. just you.

sukuna carried you in his arms like every other night—sometimes, he wonders if you do this on purpose. purposely falling asleep on his throne just so he could pick you up bridal style, bringing you back to his bed.

each step he took shook your entire body, and you let off a groan in your sleep from the abrupt bumps. “i know. i know little one. just a few more steps.” he rolls his eyes, secretly finding your slumbering state adorable. never in a million years would he ever admit it though.

as the wooden stairs creak—he continues to walk, occasionally looking down at you. right as he’s at the final groaning step, sukuna tenses a bit, feeling your head brush up against his soft exposed pecs.

his fleecy kimono was half open and you’re just buried in his arms, snuggling all against him like a needy cat.

the audacity. .

his pink slit brow furrows as he scoffs at the sight, bringing you inside his quiet spacious bedroom. gently, he starts to lie you down on the mattress but that’s when your arms wrap around him.

“eh? what are you-” sukuna grunts, and that’s when he collapses right against your chest. sukuna deadpans once your warm legs and arms sneakily snake around him—clinging onto him tight like a koala. “keh.. such a handsy pest, even when you’re dead asleep.” he clicks his tongue, letting you drag him further into the bed with you.

sukuna feels a strange feeling pooling near the very bottom depths of his heart.

it’s eerily strange . .

it doesn’t feel like the usual resentment, hatred, or even arrogance he feels toward others ‘below him’.

he finds himself melting into your tender touch, his chin gradually burying itself in your shoulder.

the soreness in his muscles started to subside as he was just on top of you—inhaling your sweet scent, stubbornly grumbling swears in your neck.

sukuna was feeling . . . soft.

he was so closely pressed up against you that he could feel the steady racing beats of your heart. each slow-paced ba-dump! that pumped out of your chest quickened by the second.

was . . he the one making your heart race?

sukuna heard how your shallow breaths significantly slowed, and your arms started to tighten more around his thick neck. he didn’t think he’d ever feel like this. whatever… emotion this was.

sure, he’s had to carry you up to his chambers so you’d sleep more comfortably lots of times but this- this moment felt more a bit different.

“i . . can’t sleep like this, y’know,” the demon breaks the silence, huffing at the awkward predicament he was in. sukuna was currently lying on top of you, hovering over you just so he wouldn’t crush your cute human body. with each longing second passing, he could already feel his limbs starting to ache from just idly hanging over you. “at least let me rest near the side.”

no reply.

sukuna scoffs again, realizing he’s practically talking to himself. but instead of responding with actual words—you cling onto him even tighter, your non-verbal way of saying ‘stay.’

“you’re even more annoying when you’re asleep,” he sighs, pinching his forehead. “fine.. i’ll- i’ll stay like this. here, with you. ‘s not like i plan to go anywher—” sukuna gets cut off once he sees you shifting a bit in your sleep again.

the silence was undeniably loud. with his lips mutely parting, he watches as you get more comfortable, letting off a few heavy exhales.

sukuna starts to ponder to himself. you looked so peaceful . . sound asleep.

he wondered what you were dreaming about. he was so busy staring at you while you slept that he didn’t even notice that he was starting to get drowsy himself. sukuna’s eyelids started to droop and he grunted, letting off an obnoxious yawn.

with watery eyes, sukuna stretches his arms before sinking his face back into your left shoulder. your warmth made him quietly purr into your neck. it was faint, but you heard it.

sukuna even mimicked some of your movements from earlier, softly rubbing his forehead against you as you held him close. “huh. this isn’t . . that bad,” he gruffly utters, his gravely voice pitching.

your chin rests on the top of his head, and sukuna gives you one last glance.

“i. . i love you.” he quietly whispers, thinking that just because you were asleep you couldn’t hear.

but- you did, you heard it all. every word.

little did sukuna know, you were actually wide awake the entire time. you woke up when he was carrying you up the stairs, but you just pretended to be asleep from that point up until now.

a small genuine smile curves on both sides of your crooked lips as your eyelids remain closed. in a sweet groggy voice, you instantly replied, “love you too ‘kuna. it’s about time you finally said it.”

sukuna’s eyes widen as his head quickly rises from against your chest. you’re looking down at him with very much open eyes now and the world’s smugest grin.

his cheeks—they’re burning, flushing with a rosy flamed color and you don’t think you’ve ever seen sukuna ryomen more embarrassed.

“you . . you didn’t . . hear that.”

“i definitely heard it.”

“ugh. i hate you.”

“i love youuu.”

“i… love you too, stupid cheeky human. now go back to sleep. hmph.”

[poisonf0rest]

The Best Dreams Come in Threes

♱⋅── rafayel x reader x xavier

♱⋅── about: Rafayel and Xavier have always been there for you. One is your fire, your passion, the twin flame to your temper. The other is your light, a guiding beacon, your twin star. So when you have a nightmare, they take it upon themselves to comfort and remind you of their unconditional devotion. Even if it does lead to competition every now and then.

♱⋅── word count: 7.5k (mf...)

♱⋅── warnings: mdni, smut, it's just nasty, threesome, jealousy, somnophilia, oral, pussydrunk boys, breeding kink, double penetration, slight spoilers

♱⋅── a/n: apologies to the two random strangers on the plane that I sat next to when the idea of this fic possessed me. I really, really hope you didn't read anything I was frantically writing down in the midst of me finishing my work report cause that shit was nasty.

art credit and inspiration due to the wonderful @/sakimenz

Lonely star, who do you shine for?

The weight of all your pasts- of all your futures- the guilt and pride you carry will only cause you to collapse, and all that will be left will be an all-consuming black hole. 

Your desperation won’t bring your sun back. 

Lonely king, don’t you know a kingdom devoid of life is a crown devoid of purpose?

You were the fire that left them, and all you have to show for the betrayal is a drowned memory and a heart wrenched from your chest, a broken promise and a forgotten story. 

You’ve changed with each lifetime, but you’ll forever be at the mercy of fate. 

And you? You’re the very curse that haunts them. 

Claws, so cold they burn, emerge from the darkness before piercing through flesh, tearing through muscle and bone as they dig into your ribcage, dragging you down into the shadows. Drowning, falling. You’re spiraling through lifetimes of failure, lifetimes of pain both your own and not, all while the claws dig closer and closer to your heart, clutching the muscle like a songbird in a cage. 

It’s the price, the price you must pay for all this pain you’ve caused, for dooming a star and killing a god. 

The clawed hand wraps around your heart, the piercing into the fluttering pulse faster and faster until—

You wake up crying. 

A hot trail of tears slides into the pillows, and a sniffle rakes through your body, the sudden movement causing a subtle disturbance to the two forms still sound asleep on either side of you. 

Funny, you can’t remember a thing, but there’s a painful throb in your chest. You’ll take another dose of your heart medicine in the morning. 

But for now, your bedroom is still dulled by the pale blue moonlight filtering through the curtains, and you’re in no hurry to get out of the warm covers and their embrace. 

The nightmares have become routine at this point. You never remember what they are, but you wake up with a sense of fear and dread, as though you can feel the pain all over again. It’s best not to think too much about it.

Taking a deep breath and closing your eyes, you inhale shakily one last time, trying to shake off the looming feeling when the arm around your waist shifts, tugging lightly at your loose sleep shirt before slipping under to massage the skin beneath. You let out a soft sigh, a light shudder going through your body as the gentle hands work away the tension.

“The same?” Rafayel’s words are slurred with sleep and concern, hot breath dancing along the crook of your neck as he props himself up on his elbow. You nod.

Rafayel makes a small, displeased noise before his other arm pulls you closer, his bare chest now flush against your back. The sudden movement forces Xavier, who was once tucked against your shoulder, further away, grumbling at the loss even in his sleep.

His face scrunches, brows furrowed together before the corners of his lips turn downward, and he blindly reaches for you. He eventually finds the curve of your waist, and his hand tightens on the fabric of your shirt as it slides in above Rafayel’s.

A huff, and Xavier buries his face back into your chest, his warm breath tickling you. And then, gentle snores— you should've known better than to think that would be enough to wake him.

Rafayel, still pressed firmly against your back, begins to move, propping his body up just enough to look you in the eyes as he wipes a stray tear from your cheek. "Wanna talk about it, cutie?"

“I… I think you were there, both of you. But it felt lonely, painful.”

Rafayel's face contorts into a worried expression, his hand moves down your cheek, cupping your jaw, and you lean into his warm caress with a sigh.

You place a kiss on his palm. "It's okay, just a scary dream. Nothing real. Nothing to worry about." You repeat it, more to yourself than Rafayel, but his arms wrap around you anyway.

And yet Rafayel looks at you with a deep furrow in his brow, a seriousness you’ve almost never seen on him.

You give him a questioning look, but his lips press to yours in a searing kiss, stealing the air from your lungs. He pulls away only for a second, whispering sweet nothings against your skin before returning his lips to yours, the hand cradling your face slipping down to rest on your hip.

He kisses you softly, gently. First pressing a trail of light, chaste kisses along your jaw, the corners of your mouth, and nose, then moving back to your lips. “We’ll never leave you. We’d tear through every universe, every destiny to get back to you.”

Strange, how Rafayel says it with all the reverence of a vow. 

You want to tease him for the sudden declaration, for making all this fuss over a stupid dream, but you never have the opportunity, not when Rafayel's signature smirk settles back onto his lips. 

His hand slides down to your thighs, fingers teasing around the band of your sleep shorts, toying, pressing, but never crossing the self-imposed boundary of your clothes. “Unless, you’d prefer it if I proved it to you?”

“Rafayel,” you warn, hoping your narrowed glare would dissuade him.

Of course the man only seems to take that as a challenge, smile widening as you flinch at the cold touch creeping under your shirt. One palm traces up your ribcage, long, nimble fingers rubbing circles against your skin until he brushes the underside of your breast. 

You shudder, hissing out another string of curses before turning around so your back is to Rafayel. 

Really, you should know better than to think that alone would be enough, and a hot trail of kisses now joins his wandering hands down your shoulder blade. They start innocent enough, sweet, lingering touches along the hem of your shirt, but that quickly changes when Rafayel’s arm under your shirt practically yanks it up, sucking wet, messy kisses into the bare curves of your chest.

Each nip against your sensitive flesh forces the possibility of sleep further and further away, and you resort to distracting yourself with the motionless silhouette of Xavier. Petting through his hair, your rhythm is jolted every time Rafayel decides to leave a mark, nails pulling through Xavier’s locks as you bite your lip on a moan.

You don't miss the curve of his smirk against your skin, and the next kiss is accompanied by a bite, hard enough to elicit a sharp gasp that stirs Xavier. Tense, you scan the blonde's face, but he's nothing if not a heavy sleeper, and he nuzzles further into your touch, still unconscious as his head tucks under yours.

You don't get to sigh in relief. Instead, a whine builds in your throat, the wet heat of Rafayel's teeth tugging on the strap of your underwear as he fists your sleep shorts down.

"Rafayel, stop it,” you hiss as his hot breath hits the already embarrassingly damp center of your underwear.

His smile grows, lips brushing against your clothed core as he tilts his head. “Hmm? But you don’t sound like you want me to stop. And she certainly doesn’t sound like it either.” Two fingers dip under the band, and he parts your cunt with a lewd click.

Your face flushes in embarrassment, refusing to acknowledge just how easily your body gives in to them. One hand leaves Xavier, roughly fisting into Rafayel’s curls as he groans from the sharp pressure. “That’s because you and Xavier refused to wear protection!” 

The accusation earns a hushed laugh, his shoulders shaking against the insides of your thighs. It would have been innocent, the same contagious sort of smile gracing Rafayel’s face, if not the shadows cast across his face in the dark, teeth gleaming like fangs as he traces his tongue up the entire length of your clothed cunt. 

"M’sorry, we thought you'd enjoy the mess," he says, words muffled over your thighs, nose practically buried in between. "How can I make it up to you, cutie?”

You don’t get a chance to respond, not when Rafayel’s tongue dives into your clothed cunt, moaning against the soaked fabric as you gasp and force him closer by his hair. To muffle his sounds, you tell yourself. A pathetic lie considering how much louder he gets now, nose grinding up against your clit as his tongue tries to press into your fluttering cunt even with the barrier of cloth in between. 

God, he’s addicted, and it doesn’t take long until Rafayel’s spit and your slick soak through your underwear, the near-translucent fabric sticking to your lips as the bare minimum friction nearly drives you insane. 

“Say it,” Rafayel whines, nuzzling his face against your inner thigh. “Please, just tell me how badly you want me. Tell me, and I’ll do anything you ask.”

Like he wouldn’t already.

But how could you ever deny him when he begs so sweetly? 

Your palm cups his face, watching his near-wrecked expression and flushed skin tremble beneath your fingers.  “I’m yours, Rafayel.”

And the fabric is ripped into pieces. 

Refusing to even breathe, Rafayel places an opened-mouth kiss on your cunt, lapping up your slick with the most satisfied moan. He doesn't waste any time, not while your confession coated his mind with the sweetest type of intoxication, eating you out like he was depraved.

He might as well have been with how he moans, hips grinding desperately against the edge of the mattress, his not-entirely human tongue curling in and out of you as it writhes with terrifying accuracy against your walls.

It feels too good to be ashamed of the noises you make, gasping and crying out until you slam your palm over your mouth, biting down hard as the other claws into Rafayel’s hair. You can barely control yourself, half fighting to squirm away from the overwhelming pleasure, half rocking your hips up and down his face as you jerk him closer. 

“Mhm, greedy.” Fucked-out, broken little grunts leave his throat before his words are muffled into your cunt, not baring to part for even a breath. “Pull on it, please. Harder.” 

You tug Rafayel’s hair almost in vengeance when he purposefully kisses away from where you need him most, licking and sucking obscenely into your thighs just to hear your frustrated cries even over your hand. 

He loved being used like this, so long as it was you. 

So long as it was him that turned you into such a beautiful, pathetic mess. 

It's not long until Rafayel pulls you close to the edge, nose pressing against your clit while thrusting his tongue into you, eyes rolling back from the taste and from the thought of your tight heat fluttering around his cock instead. 

And then, he stops, pulling away and leaving you gasping into the tear-stained pillow.

You bite back a sob, releasing only a choked little noise that has Rafayel's eyes flicking up to your face, the soft, concerned look in his eyes melting into something far more dangerous.

With viciously dilated pupils and your slick dripping from his mouth, Rafayel stares you down as every inch the dangerous siren the legends claimed him to be. He smiles, tongue raking over his teeth as though he couldn’t get enough of your taste, and you swear you’d let him eat your heart and soul. Gods, you’d let him eat you whole. 

You realize you must have made a sound, because Rafayel hushes you, pressing quick kisses to your knee. "Aw, what happened to being quiet? Aren't you afraid we'll wake the poor sleeping bunny?" 

At the mention of your other partner, you turn to where Xavier’s nuzzling his face further into your side, each warm breath damp against your feverish skin, still lost to the realm of dreams.

Not that Rafayel allows your attention to turn away from himself for too long. 

He leans over Xavier, the hand that wasn’t supporting his weight cupping your face, and his lips are crashing into yours with all the viciousness of a summer seastorm. Your lips part, and Rafeyel fucks his tongue into your mouth the same he did your pussy, wet and desperate, the taste of yourself enough to make you dizzy. 

"Tell me,” Rafayel’s tone dips into something darker, kissing down your throat and stomach as he eyes Xavier. “Who’s the better lover?" 

Xavier's fingers flex, the tips brushing against the curve of your breast as he sleeps, and Rafayel's smile is almost predatory.

"D-don't ask stupid questions you dumb fish," your voice cracks as Rafayel's mouth ghosts over your cunt, teeth bared to your thigh, threatening to bite. "I chose you both."

The confession, as expected, doesn't please him. If anything, he seems overly offended, pouting and huffing a cold breath of air right against your aching core. The chill makes you squirm, trying to force him back to your center with the grip you have on his hair.

"No. Nope. That's not an answer."

"Raf–"

His name breaks off in a moan, sound ripped from your throat as Rafayel's thumb starts rubbing firm circles around your neglected clit. He doesn't relent, the pressure too much, too quick, your body already trembling from the pleasure Rafayel knows how to torture you with.

Only, it seems that all your sudden noise and movement have finally begun to affect Xavier. Not enough to wake him, but enough that you can hear his breathing become heavier, following your every twitch and buck from Rafayel’s onslaught as his body begins to grind into yours.

Mumbling into your neck, Xavier’s hand tightens around your waist before slipping under your shirt to palm your breasts, squeezing and kneading until the touch has you keening.

Xavier's still fast asleep, nonsensical words slurred against your skin, and yet his body is now far from it. His erection is thick and heavy against your hips, grinding desperately into your warmth almost in time to Rafayel’s ministrations, whimpering under his breath with every forceful thrust. 

Rafayel notices too, his gaze drifting up to the blond. You can't see his face, already busied between your legs once more, but a pleased hum vibrates through his entire body, fingers finally slipping into your cunt as he curls them just right, your back arching off the sheets with a silent scream. 

Xavier whines at your sudden thrashing, tugging you closer and unknowingly forcing you immobile and at complete mercy to Rafayel’s unfairly skilled fingers. "Mhm, so warm. Please, m’want to..." Another needy, slow grind against you follows his sleepy request. 

"Rafayel," you choke out a muffled plea, but his eyes only narrow, taking a breath as his free hand grabs at Xavier's ass, the touch just light enough to tease and make him rut harder against you.

"What is it, cutie? Don't pretend like you don't want more, not when your pretty pussy's drooling for his cock. She’s so needy, am I not enough?”

Rafayel rests his head on the inside of your thigh, fingers thrusting roughly into that sweet spongy spot inside you just as his other hand wraps around the base of Xavier's cock through his boxers, thumbing over the pre-cum staining the dark fabric. 

You're forced to bite down on the pillow beneath your head to stop the desperate cry tearing itself out of your throat. "This isn’t- ah- isn’t right."

"Isn't it? You’re dripping and the little bunny’s still asleep, yet look how desperate he is, rutting against you." Rafayel's voice dips, a raspy edge from his throat still fucking into you making it even more sinful, slurping everything you give him around his fingers before it drips down his wrist and into a puddle below. A huff, “I should get rewarded with how much effort I’m putting in.”

You cry out, legs trembling as his thumb begins its relentless attack on your clit, tracing mindless circles just random enough to keep you on edge. You're close, and Rafayel can feel it.

Xavier isn’t faring much better, whimpering a string of incoherent pleas into the crook of your neck as his hips keep rocking into the fist around him. He doesn't take his mouth away from the skin of your shoulder, biting down on it as he cums, shuddering and whimpering as the mess splatters down Rafayel's knuckles and onto your thighs. 

“You’re next. If you won’t be honest with me, I’ll make your body is.” Rafayel’s taunt is the last coherent thing you remember before you come. Hard. His words ring against your skull as his fingers pump into you faster, and the pressure against your clit becomes almost unbearable, and you're falling apart, crying and thrashing, the only thing keeping you grounded is the feeling of Rafayel's weight and the scent of Xavier's strawberry shampoo, and then—

Rafayel finally shuts up to let you ride his face through your high, letting you use him as your thighs lock around his head, grinding desperately as though he were no more than a toy. No chance of breathing, no chance of escape. 

Not that he could care less, not as long as he could keep his lips around your gushing cunt, humming and sucking into your release as cum sprays over his tongue and down his chin. Gods, he could never get enough of this.

You're still shaking through your orgasm, pliant and stupid from the dizzying pleasure, that you don't notice the rustle of sheets until a second pair of hands slide down your thighs. 

"You’re doing this without me?" 

Xavier’s voice is a whisper, husky from sleep and his orgasm as he presses a kiss right below your ear, fingers squeezing rougher against your breasts.

"S-sorry. Didn't want to wake you," you try, biting back a gasp when his thumb flicks over a nipple. Rough. Mean. 

Rafayel snorts. "I think it's a bit too late for that.” A glare at Xavier over your leg, showing off your cum still dripping from his lips and fingers. ”Besides, I didn't need you."

You want to argue, really, but then Xavier is grabbing a fistful of your hair, tugging just hard enough to push your head back, coaxing a moan from your throat as he marks down your neck with kisses intending to bruise. He’s pouting, grabbing your jaw as he forces your gaze away from Rafayel, nipping your bottom lip until you surrender to his drowsy advances.

“Why…” Another kiss before Xavier's licking desperately into your mouth, “Why didn't you wake me?"

The question comes out a little breathless, almost petulant, eyes hooded and dark as he looks over the mess Rafayel has made of you. He can't tear his eyes away, watching Rafayel even as he kisses you. His fingers flick over your nipple again, twisting and pinching until you're shaking, your thighs squeezing Rafayel's face, all while Xavier watches.

Said man only smiles, all smug arrogance. "Didn't you hear her, Xav? She said she didn't want to wake you, so don't blame me."

Rafayel drags a wet, open-mouthed kiss over your cunt, the overstimulation making you break the kiss with a gasp.

"Liar." Xavier's voice trembles, and you can't tell if he's referring to Rafayel's words, or the way he's staring longingly at Rafayel's lips now, still slick with your release. "You just wanted her all to yourself."

He doesn't bother giving Rafayel a chance to retort, taking the punishment out on you as he dips his head underneath your folded-up shirt, groaning as his hot tongue rolls over your nipple, sucking at the stiff peak as his hand continues to assault the other. The onslaught has you whimpering, pushing and clawing against Xavier’s shoulder to try and fight him off as he refuses to let go for even a moment. 

Rafayel's not one to be ignored, not when he has the advantage, and his tongue is back to fucking into your cunt with no reprieve, a cruel smirk on his face as you writhe and beg for their mercy.

Your hips roll, torn between pleasure and oversensitivity, unable to escape either of the men. It's overwhelming. Too much, too quickly, you only just came and you're already getting dragged back.

"Ah! Stop, I'm already mhm—"

You're interrupted by Xavier's tongue slipping into your mouth, a filthy, lazy slide that makes you grind up into Rafayel's tongue. It's like he doesn't even need to breathe, the wet, sloppy sounds of him eating you out drowned out only by the sound of Xavier kissing you senseless, pausing just to nip and suck at your breasts as though he'll get rewarded if he just tries hard enough. 

"You want him to stop? Is the mermaid not enough to satisfy you, princess?" Xavier taunts, lips brushing against your ear as his hips push up, grinding his cock against your thigh. "If that's the case, perhaps we should switch. I can give you exactly what you want, remember?"

“Shut up, I’m the one making her cum.”

“Only cause I wasn’t awake yet.”

“You snooze, you lose. Whose fault is that? Oh ya, yours.” 

They're at each other's throats yet again, practically clawing and snapping at each other, and you're helpless to try and intervene when they take their faux anger out on your poor abused body. 

You can't think, can't focus, can't do anything but shake and pant and sob into the pillow, their combined weight on top of you, forcing your pleasure higher and higher. 

“Xav—" He cuts you off with a kiss. 

“Shh, just take it."

You can't even tell who’s sloppier anymore- Xavier fucking your mouth with his tongue or Rafayel still eating you through your second orgasm, the sudden hit of it thundering down your body. 

“You look so pretty when you come," Xavier moans into your lips, his eyes half-lidded and glazed, hand coming up to stroke your cheek as he watches you, a sharp contrast to the other still rolling against your swollen nipple, loving the way you jerk into his touch. Then a glare to the man below. "My turn.”

Your body is still trembling, Rafayel's merciless fingers not allowing you to come down from your high, aftershocks of hypersensitivity crashing down your spine as every muscle spasms. No more. No more, please. You can’t possibly come again. 

You don't realize you’re begging out loud, not until Xavier shushes you with another bruising kiss. 

But it doesn't seem like Rafayel has any plans on stopping, not until Xavier’s hand skims down your thighs and yanks him up by the chain of his necklace. 

Rafayel growls as he's practically forced off your weeping cunt, eyes bleary and unfocused as he fights the blond's grip. And god, he looks absolutely wrecked, spit and cum dripping from his mouth and chin, connecting his lips to your pussy in sticky wet strands before they break, and you feel the unmistakable bulge of his cock straining against his soaked boxers. 

Xavier yanks him forward, pulling the necklace chain until he crashes his lips onto Rafayel's, all teeth and tongue, desperate to get a taste of your cum from his mouth. It's filthy, and Rafayel is the first to give in, still drunk off your taste and now Xavier's too.

"Mhm, you taste like her," Xavier whispers, pulling him closer until their bodies are pressed together, his mouth still moving against Rafayel's swollen, parted lips.

"Ya?" Rafayel’s grin is predatory, all fang and sin. "You wanna try too, don’t you? Give in then, bunny, lie down for us.”

"I don't take orders from you." 

Xavier scowls against Rafayel's lips, but you can feel his resolve breaking, his arm trembling where it rests against your thigh. 

"No, you take them from her, and she asked us so, so nicely to make her come. You wouldn't dare deny her that, would you?”

The Lemurian is nothing if not dangerously persistent, one hand coaxing Xavier backward so gently you don’t think he realizes how easily he’s falling, the other clawing down his abs as Rafayel bites against the erratic thud of Xavier’s pulse. Sharp and bruising, a silent promise for what to come. "Or do you wanna eat her out like I did? Have her ride your face while I fuck into her poor, desperate cunt? I can't decide, there are so many options."

“No.” It’s more a plea than a demand. Xavier's voice shakes with need, and you watch, dizzy and panting, as Rafayel's fingers slip underneath the waistband of Xavier's boxers. His fingers, still dripping with your cum, brush down the length of his cock, thumb circling the sensitive head and smearing the copious amount of pre-cum leaking from it. “You had y-your turn.” 

He can hardly finish his objection, not when Rafayel’s thumb comes up to abuse his leaking slit, Xavier’s words slurring into a desperate whine as he practically collapses back onto his elbows. Immediately, Rafayel is atop him.

"A competition, then." Rafayel leans down to whisper into Xavier's ear, but the words are purposefully teased out loud enough for you to hear, “But you lose if you cum first, and I get to fuck her.”

It's a low blow, a challenge he knows Xavier can't turn down. 

A challenge that somehow has you poised once again as the torment and the reward.

And it's true, because the second the words register, the blond's eyes shoot open, and his cock jerks violently against Rafeyel’s palm, a broken sound leaving his lips as his eyes lock back onto yours with all the promise of a starving hunter.

"Deal.”

Xavier doesn't allow the agreement to go without a price. Something snaps, the bedroom flickering with a sudden darkness as all the light vanishes. 

One moment, you’re lying against the bed, and the next Xavier manhandles you to your knees, one hand forcing your arms behind your back as he tugs you against him, the other pinning Rafayel to the mattress.

Rafayel’s the very picture of smug sin, the feral expression far more genuine, less threatening and much more amused as he nestles further into the pillows, one arm tucked lazily behind his head. 

Cold fingers dance up your hips, and Rafayel drags your bare cunt over his thighs and onto his lap, a pleased sigh escaping his lips as you're pinned deliciously between his cock and Xavier's sculpted back.

"So needy, little bunny."

"Shut up. I'm not the one who's leaking."

Rafayel snorts, and before the two can start fighting again, you're leaning forward, a hand resting against Rafayel's abs as you cup his erection through his boxers. And when he moans you believe every myth, every fairytale singing the doom of sailors to a siren song, because every sound he gives you is addictive and sweet enough that you’d drown to hear it again. 

Pulling Rafayel's cock out from his boxers, you’re stunned yet again by the slightly non-human beauty of it, heavy and thick in your palm, the flushed, ruddy tip already drooling precum as you thumb at it in vengeance. You know Xavier's watching from the way his own cock twitches against your back, hands digging bruises into your hips. Then, the warmth at your back disappears. 

Instead, a pair of hands drag your ass up, forcing you into a deep arch as you scramble for purchase against Rafayel’s thigh and the bed below.

“Closer.” Xavier’s hand laces into your hair as he pushes your head down, forcing your mouth to nuzzle against the base of Rafayel's cock. 

The movement pulls a gasp from both of you, your hot breath teasing the sensitive skin of Rafayel's shaft and forcing a shudder from his entire body. 

Seeing the two of you completely at his mercy does terrible, horrible things to Xavier, and his fingers dig bruises into your hips as it takes him everything not to forgo the competition and fuck you right there. 

"Good girl,” he hums, voice trembling as his grip tightens against your hair, giving you a harsh glare when you whine and squirm in his hold. "Now open."

You can't bring yourself to say no, not when the sight of Rafayel's eyes rolling back the second you do makes your stomach clench. His cock twitches against you as you lick at the copious amounts of cum leaking from his tip, then obediently wrap your lips around him.

With a smile that would have you shaking, Xavier leans down, barely able to continue guiding your head as he’s entranced with the mess between your legs, licking up the slick dripping down your thighs as he sucks against the delicate flesh, marking right over the sensitive bruises Rafayel had only just left behind. 

 “This- hah-” Rafayel curses under his breath, the single word breaking off into a moan, the sound muffled by his palm as his chest heaves. “This is hardly fair.”

But his complaints feel half-hearted, not with the way he’s already rutting into your mouth, Xavier’s iron grip keeping you in place as Rafayel thrusts himself into your mouth in one breath. You yield pathetically quick, flattening your tongue against the slick underside of his cock, another stream of pre-cum flooding your mouth as you nearly choke on it all, unable to pull off to even take a breath as Xavier guides your head up and down in a steady rhythm that has Rafayel falling apart. 

It’s cruel, but you can't help each pathetic moan that gets muffed onto Rafayel’s cock, the vibrations forcing his back to arch off the bed, head rolling back as it thuds against the pillows, Adam's apple bobbing as he gulps in shallow breaths.

You almost wish he would let you see his eyes, but then you'd miss the view of his chest, every muscle tight and twitching under his skin, the mesmerizing sight now blurry from the tears forming in your eyes. You can't resist reaching up, dragging your nails down his abs, watching his body jerk against every new line of red.

"Please,” you're not sure if the broken whimper belonged to Rafayel or yourself. “Please, I can't wait anymore, wanna feel you— fuck— wanna fill you up again, please let me cum." It's like just the very thought has Rafayel keening, his hips jerking up into your hot mouth with reckless abandon as Xavier forces your spine up into a deeper arch.

You're nearly bent in half, the new angle leaving no part of you hidden from Xavier's hungry gaze as he watches you practically drool over Rafayel’s cock, lips meeting his pelvis as he breaches your throat. 

Xavier’s going to win. He needs to win. 

The thought makes him frantic, tongue fucking past the tight resistance of your cunt, his hand sliding up to tease at your clit. He won't be the one to finish first, not this time. Not when he's wanted nothing more than to feel your cunt gushing around him ever since Rafayel woke him up, ever since the two of you had the audacity to start this without him.

Rafayel can’t last much longer, especially not when you bring one shaking hand down to massage his swollen balls, hardly in control of your own movements as you feel dizzy on the addictive combination from the lack of oxygen and pleasure as Xavier begins to eat you out like a man starved. 

The room’s filled with the sounds of each slick, messy movement, whimpers from the man beneath you and breathless pleas from the one behind, bed rattling with every thrust. 

And yet you’re still so painfully empty. So, so, empty as your cunt flutters around Xavier’s tongue before he relents to kiss your clit once more, dragging a dissatisfied whine from you as you fight yourself off Rafayel’s cock. 

"F-fuck me. Please," A sob, and you feel both Rafayel and Xavier shudder. "It’s not enough. Want your cocks inside me, wanna cum on it. Need it, please-"

Oh, and when you beg like that, they should have known they never would have stood a chance.

"Shit."

"Ah, please-"

It's a blur. A rush of hands, of pleasure and pain, all of it colliding and dragging you to the edge. The room spins, the ceiling above you falling until the familiar, comforting feeling of slick muscle embraces you, grounding you as you focus on the erratic heartbeat between each ragged exhale. 

You're still sandwiched between them, lying on Rafayel as Xavier's weight drapes across your back, head propped up on the former's chest as you stare blearily at his silver pendant, unable to move. You're not even sure if you can, not with the way Xavier's still gripping the backs of your thighs, spreading you open as he forces one leg higher up.

Then, the blunt head of his cock grinds between your folds.

Xavier’s pressing his forehead against your back, wrapping his arms around you before biting into the crook of your neck. "You mean it? You’ll let us come inside again?"

Rafayel laughs, a raspy sound still raw from his orgasm. "Well, we both lost. Now what, bunny? We can't just leave her like this, poor thing is trembling." 

"Mhm,” Xavier forces you up, “We both fuck her then."

His words only make you whimper, body jerking uselessly against Xavier's grip. His hands lift you as Rafayel flips you around so you're now facing the blond, flinching violently as his cock brushes your swollen clit, any semblance of protest quelled as Xavier pulls you into another messy kiss. 

It’s demanding, Xavier mumbling achingly sweet praises into your open mouth as he begins to press you down, faster, harsher, forcing you onto Rafayel’s lap in a reverse cowgirl as you slide down slowly, taking inch by inch of Rafayel’s throbbing cock. There’s hardly any blue left in Xavier’s blow-out pupils, too mesmerized by the slick mess you’re gushing down their thighs. And just when you begin to squirm, impatient and desperate, Xavier slows their pace even more.

"Shhh, we need to make sure you'll be able to take both of us."

Rafayel's hand is wrapped around your waist, thumb rubbing small circles into your stomach, and if it weren't for Xavier's arms locked around you, holding you upright, you would have collapsed the second Rafayel pressed into the spot his fingers had found.

"Look at you," he purrs, a low sound that has you gasping. "So pretty when you’re needy. Can you feel me?"

It's hard not to. Everywhere feels warm, and every slow thrust, no matter how gentle, has a small burst of ecstasy building in your stomach, a wave crashing higher and higher as the two of them slowly fuck you full. Just as you’re nearly seated all the way onto Rafayel’s length, Xavier’s palms come up to the back of your knees, folding them up and forcing you backward until you’re practically lying prone atop of Rafayel.

Your head lolls uselessly against Rafayel's neck, gasping at the force of the new position,  and you're not sure if it's the tears in your eyes or the overwhelming pressure against your walls as they stretch around his cock that's making the world so blurry. Xavier soon follows you down, pressing you closer into Rafayel’s chest as his lips trail your jaw, your neck, your sucking against every sensitive spot behind your ears until you're distracted from the pain.

"You're doing so good, princess. Just a little more."

The sudden onslaught of pressure of both of you atop him has Rafayel flinching, and he hisses out a pained moan, hips jerking up into the slick heat of your pussy, and it's only Xavier's grip that keeps the two of you from slipping off.

"Hah- hurry up-" Rafayel's eyes are glassy, his head tipped back and face twisted in pleasure. 

Strings of incoherent pleas are whispered against your ear, Rafayel marking up the left side of your neck while Xavier’s still busy with the right, that is, until Xavier switches sides, biting right over Rafayel’s marks until he’s pulled up into a desperate kiss.

The wet sounds of their lips are filthy and obscene, each hot breath and moan brushing past your ear as you writhe, pressed between them. Rafayel's cock is already swelling, twitching against the fluttering walls of your pussy, unwilling to fully pull out, settling to just grinding up in slow, cruel thrusts before something in him snaps and he switches to pounding against your abused walls.

Every time you think you’ll finally come Rafayel switches pace, the obscene slap of skin on skin muffled only by your sobs and their kissing. 

You’re close, so so fucking close you feel your muscles begin to shake. Xavier only pushes you down further, every angle a new cruelty, smothering you between them, rendering you unable to do anything but take it.

Again, Rafayel slows, and you slur curses down at him as your thighs tremble from overstimulation, shaking violently until you feel something grab your calf. Xavier massages the quivering muscle, gentle until he’s suddenly pressing your knee higher and higher, going until it’s pinned to the mattress up against your head.

And now Rafayel is hitting impossibly deeper, abusing your poor g-spot with each thrust. 

Xavier kisses your ankle, then calf, making his way up your leg until he can nip at your inner thighs now folded over his shoulder. And then you feel the pressure of his cock at your already full entrance. Xavier’s hand dips down between your bodies, trying to bully himself in alongside Rafayel, but his cock slides past your navel, slick and covered in your combined cum. 

"No, no no, not gonna fit- ah- Xavier!"

Your words break off into a wail as he tries again, grinding closer so you’re tightly cradled between the two, Xavier leaning fully atop you both. A snarl grits through his jaw when his cock slips past again, readjusting you so your legs fall apart wider, the burn in your thighs turning delicious and overwhelming, pussy weeping around Rafayel’s cock as Xavier’s swollen, leaking head bumps against your clit. 

Xavier watches the mess, every thrust and messy squirt of cum, brows furrowed and flushed a deep red, as he whines into your shoulder, "Please- can't stop- please let me fuck you too, you'll look so pretty with both of us filling you up, taking us so good- don’t make me stop."

He’s reduced to babbling against your neck, biting down hard enough to bleed when your cunt finally yields to him too, cockhead bumping into Rafayel’s as he slowly pushes in inch and inch, trembling from the combined pleasure of your walls and the violent throbbing of every vein now grinding together.

It's too much, it’s not enough, the stretch and the friction and the pressure leaving you fucked stupid, hands scrambling for purchase. Rafayel grunts when your nails drag across his thighs, his own hands coming to latch onto your wrists, pinning them above his head, forcing you motionless between them.

You can do nothing but sob, tears streaming down your face as your entire body convulses. And when they finally, finally bottom out together, the world goes white.

"Shh, you're alright," Rafayel soothes, although his voice is trembling, the sound broken as he tries to catch his breath. "Doing so well for us, cutie, so perfect."

Xavier growls, his hands grabbing the headboard. He's barely holding on, not with the way Rafayel's cock twitches against his own, your hot walls clenched tightly around the two of them as you beg.

"Please, can't- too much, more, I need-"

There's a broken sob, and then Xavier’s slamming his hips forward, fucking into you with a brutality he usually saves for Rafayel, the force sending the three of you rocking against the mattress, headboard splintering under the strength of his grip. The other leaves to thumb at your nipples, lips following suit as he rambles, drunk off your pussy, "These would look s'pretty filled, even more sensitive. Bet you'd let us milk you, fill you up even more."

"And here, you'll feel us here too, won't you?" A hand moves lower- whose you no longer are coherent enough to care- brushing over the swell of your abdomen, the slight bulge appearing and disappearing where both of them are thrusting violently into you. "Be a waste not to. Imagine it, a painted mess filled with us.”

And you are. You can't think about anything else, not with the way they're stuffing you full— every time Rafayel's cock would settle near your g-spot Xavier’s would ram back in, forcing the former up against your cervix before pulling out entirely, repeating the vicious rhythm as the pain bled into pleasure. 

Tears stream down the side of your face, room spinning into dizziness until all that remains are the burning trails of their touch, the only things keeping you grounded. 

Rafayel's sucking into your shoulder, biting the sweat-slicked flesh, and you can feel his hips begin to stutter underneath you, already reaching his high despite Xavier still pounding into you with the same intensity, desperate to catch up.

The moment Xavier feels Rafayel's release, it's over. Your back arches up against him, convulsing against their hold, your abused walls clenching down so tightly that you’re practically begging for them to come inside, sucking them in deeper and deeper until it’s impossible for them not to follow.

It's a violent orgasm, hot squirt of your cum drenching Xavier’s abs, the intensity of it causing Rafayel’s vision to white out too, unable to hear the desperate sounds of your moans, not when his blood is rushing past his ears.

Then, the world comes crashing back.

Rafayel’s panting, still thrusting weakly into the slick, tight heat as he emptied himself inside you, the sheer overload of it gushing down your legs and onto the sheets. 

"Ah- Xavier," you whine, the sound muffled into his chest as Xavier continues to chase after his high, too lost in his late orgasm to pull out.

The overstimulation is torture, your body twitching and trembling with every sloppy thrust. The moment he finally pulls out, the mess follows, thick, white rivets leaking down your thighs, the sheer volume near damn concerning had you the capacity to focus on it.

Rafayel laughs, fingers swirling through the cum as though painting your thighs, "That's not going to be easy to clean up."

"S'gonna look pretty. Messy. Full." Xavier murmurs, still pinning the both of you beneath him as he collapses in exhaustion, fingers dancing over the small swell in your stomach. Pressing lightly, he watches in fascination as their mixed cum gushes out faster, and you whimper, gripping his wrists to stop before they get any more ideas. 

You're not sure what's worse, the fact that they're both still hard and the way they're looking at you, or the fact that their words have your exhausted body already trying to recover, a shiver running through your sore muscles as the room's cool air brushes over the slick, sticky mess between your thighs.

"You're both so disgusting," you groan, the words coming out slurred and barely audible. 

"You love it."

"Yeah," Xavier's agreement is soft and almost hesitant. "You love us."

"Yes, I love both of you. Now get the fuck off of me." A shove, your shaking arm barely affecting Xavier as he finally relents, a small smile on his lips as he rolls the three of you down into the bed, resting on your sides. 

The muscles in your thighs scream in relief as they’re finally placed down, every inch of your body sore and marked up in one way or another, every visible bruise and bite getting pampered in faux apologies by the two men snuggling up next to you.

It’s a tangle of limbs, Xavier already claiming your chest again as he nuzzles into your breasts while Rafayel simply curls himself around your back. A hand there, an arm there, and a little more muffled bickering. Yet you all fit together, and sleep comes easy now. 

And the nightmares never return.

[primofate]

Drop the towel wrapped around you and appear naked in front of your Genshin husband

In a nutshell: That old tiktok challenge/prank. In your private, shared home of course.

Warnings: My perpetual warning as a writing mother is that I am sleep deprived. Very VERY sleep deprived. SUGGESTIVE: BORDERING ON NOT SAFE FOR WORK, written on a 10 minute timer please be gentle

Characters: Aether, Albedo, Alhaitham, Ayato, Baizhu, Cyno, Diluc, Itto, Kaeya, Kaveh, Kazuha, Neuvillette, Scaramouche, Tartaglia, Tighnari, Wriothesley, Xiao, Zhongli, implied fem!reader

Personal Favourites: Tighnari

Aether

chokes on nothing

"Y-Y-Y/N?! What're you doing?"

Comes up to you and tries to cover you up with the towel again, as if it was a sin to look at you naked in broad daylight.

Full on blush on his face and respectfully tries to look away.

"Don't surprise me like that!"

Seems not to like it but actually likes it too much to the point of getting embarrassed for himself.

Yes he's your husband but is still a precious respectful man

Albedo

Blinks a couple of times but appreciates your beauty and gives your body a slow once over. Chuckles in amusement afterwards.

"Is there a reason for this?"

Just to get his reaction, you admit.

"Well..." starts walking towards you. "I do have higher self-control than most others... but let it be known that I'm far from immune to my..."

Stops in front of you and yet again seems to eat you up with his eyes. "...needs," ends with a suspiciously sweet smile.

Alhaitham

Can't help but be a bit surprised and you can see it by the way his eyebrows go up as soon as the towel hits the floor.

Opens his mouth to say something but closes it again, as if hesitating, which is really strange for someone like him.

"...Is this the part where I sweep you off your feet and carry you to our room?" there's a bit of amusement in his tone. Stands to walk over to you.

Places a hand on your waist.

"Cause I can guarantee you that we DON'T need to be in our bedroom for things to happen...but you knew that already, right?"

Ayato

Quirks his eyebrows up, amused smile appearing on his face.

"I must say, this is a lovely surprise,"

Traces your figure with his eyes. Then approaches you to hold your waist and dip in to kiss your neck softly.

"How could I ever resist, my love, when you're standing in front of me in all your magnificence?"

Takes the longest time just admiring and basking in your beauty, tracing every little part of your skin.

Baizhu

Lets pretend the snake ain't here okay?

Does a double take.

"Y/N, first off, you'll get a cold,"

Pushes his spectacles up and gives you a once over.

"Second, you'll give me a heart attack,"

Beckons you over gently with his hand. "Come over, I suppose it's been a while since...I've done a full body check,"

Hides a grin.

Cyno

Blankly looks at you and is still processing what is happening

"Y/N? Is this... Did I do something?"

Is so suspicious that this was some kind of trap.

You tell him its simply to get a reaction out of him.

Immediately shoots out of his seat and catches your wrist.

"Then...Is it my turn to get one out of you? There's several ways to do that...and I know your favourite ones,"

Diluc

Eyes follow the towel down to the floor and head snaps back up to blink at the sight in front of him. Recovers quickly.

Chuckles as he stands and walks over. Picks up the towel and drapes it around your shoulders. "Only because it's quite chilly tonight,"

but still ends up inching the towel off your shoulder, tracing your collarbone. "Although, as your husband, I suppose it IS my job to keep you warm... So how would you like it today, love?"

Itto

"WHOA!" by instinct covers his eyes with his hands but his fingers are actually splayed apart so he can totally see through the gaps

Feels himself getting aroused

I mean the guy gets turned on even just at the sight of your neck

Suddenly stands and walks over to you, easily hoists you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and makes a beeline to your shared room.

"You're asking for it Y/N!"

Kaeya

"Oho?"

Sits back and relaxes, he doesn't really know what he was expecting. Some type of show maybe. "What's this? Finally giving me that lap dance you owe me, snowflake?"

Laughs but you're incredibly flustered at the suggestion.

Beckons you over and grabs you by the waist to sit on his lap.

"Feel that?" he whispers in your ear.

Oh you feel it alright, pressing at your upper thigh.

"Now whose fault is that? You'll have to do something about it now, love,"

Kaveh

"Archons!"

Looks away with a blush on his cheeks.

"Put something on!"

Yes he's seen you naked before, you're married, but the guy's always flustered in unexpected events.

You provoke him further by coming over, sitting sideways on his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Y/N!" He looks down at you and can't help but look at your nakedness in full and close view.

Gulps but starts to feel his body heat up, his hands suddenly, assertively planting themselves on your waist as he meets your eyes. "I don't care what you say about yourself, but know that you're the only one who takes me from 0 to a 100 in a second,"

Kazuha

"Y/N?" Chuckles nervously and takes in the sight of your body.

Smiles at you and takes your hand to kiss the back of it.

"I've seen you countless of times... Each time, I'm reminded by how fortunate I am that you chose me to take care of you,"

Caresses your cheek all the way down to your jawline. "You're beautiful, Y/N,"

He has the most tender and gentle look on his face, but its mixed with a passion that you've never seen on anyone before. "Let me show you how much I love you, dear,"

Neuvillette

Eyebrows twitches upwards in surprise. Has no clue what to do in this new situation.

He doesn't say anything but is most definitely enjoying the view of your body. You see his jaw tense up, as if he's clenching his teeth.

"Ahem," he starts. Then seems to have the most trouble prying his eyes away to meet your gaze. "Is this...perhaps another way to tell me... that you would like some attention?"

You say not really and just wanted to see how he would react.

"Ah," he lets out, as if understanding and as if the conversation has ended.

A moment of silence passes and you're starting to wonder if that was all he was going to do. But he then stands and places a gentle hand on your bare waist. "...So you're simply doing it, as people would say, 'for fun'?"

He asks, and you say yes innocently. He smiles a bit and has another hand cupping your face and thumbing your lips. "I see," breathes out slowly.

"Unfortunately, for your actions, the Iudex feels that a punishment is in order,"

Scaramouche

Raises one eyebrow as if he's bored. Then smirks.

"If you wanted it, all you had to do was ask," pulls you by the waist and makes you straddle him "But this is good too,"

Hands actually start to grope you up and down. Will fondle and squeeze in private places immediately.

"What? Startin' to feel good? S'what you get when you play games with me,"

will smack your butt the first chance he gets

Tartaglia

Immediately jumps up and in an automatic daze, eyes glued to his favourite parts, trudges towards you and attempts to bury himself in softness.

You quickly stop him and in turn HE quickly stops you. Hands easily bunching your wrists up together and angling them upwards above your head.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," he grins down at you. "Someone's being naughty,"

You complain that he reacts too fast.

Laughs, but his hand starts to unbuckle his pants and there's a dark look in his eyes. "Oh, I'm just being naughty back. When you want something, Y/N, believe it when I say I'll GIVE it to you,"

Tighnari

ear twitches. Tail swishes back and forth. Does not show any expression except slight curiosity.

"What's the occasion?"

You tell him that you just wanted to see his reaction.

He hums and nods slowly, like processing some type of complicated information.

"Wait here, I'll be back in a minute,"

You ask him where he's going and you're a bit upset at the lack of response from him.

He chuckles and returns to you, tail angling upwards in an attempt to wrap and brush against your waist. Takes your hand, presses your wrist against his lips and seems to take a slow breath in.

"I'm merely clearing off my schedule for today. Now, be patient, I'll be back,"

Wriothesley

Almost spits out his drink but gulps it all down instead.

Eyes widen a fraction at the sudden act but his hand is already loosening his tie.

"Wait right there precious," chuckles while he says this, tie already falling to the ground, now unbuttoning his vest. At the same time walks over to you urgently as if you're going to disappear but laughs nervously while he's at it.

"I swear you'll be the death of me,"

Looks like he's going to pounce on you but when he reaches you he only gives you a chaste kiss, as if asking for permission first.

You suddenly remind him that he has a LOT of things to do today, appointments and all.

Actually barks out a quick laugh. "You're not really expecting me to walk out now? As far as I'm concerned," pulls you flush against him and kisses your jaw "The only thing I need to do today is you,"

Xiao

"Wh-Wh-What do you think you're doing?!"

caught unprepared. Crosses his arms and looks away. Pretends he's uninterested but his eyes still dart back to look at you.

You ask him if he likes what he sees.

He now completely looks away from you. A few seconds pass and when he turns his head back to look at you there's now a carnal look in his eyes.

He walks towards you slowly and captures your chin to tilt it up. Looks down at you as if he hasn't eaten a meal in days.

"...When I'm done with you tonight you'll get your answer,"

Zhongli

Chuckles. Amused.

"To what do I owe the pleasure, dear?"

You shrug and even do a turn for him. He watches you carefully and takes in the image in front of him.

Smiles and strides over towards you. "Truly a magnificent sight," brushes his fingers against your neck

His eyes trail downwards and isn't shy about looking at your body. "Might I remind you my dear, my stamina surpasses that of a normal human," he smiles at you sincerely.

You tell him that you're well aware. He just chuckles again.

"Then you know well what'll come next,"

End

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── ★ the one bed trope™ with the squid game men

teaser the guards cleared out too many beds after the last game, assuming there are far fewer survivors than expected. so when your group stumbles into the dormitory, you realize the horrible truth: there’s only one bed for every two players, and your bed is missing!

starring inho gihun (drabbles) & daeho sangwoo ali (hcs) x gn!reader genre fluff fluff all fluff, some nightmares, some crack

a/n wasnt gonna watch s2 but then i saw the lee byunghyun edits and sjsjs theres only few chars here because i havent watched the whole season :( i dont think ill be watching the whole thing any time soon, jus waiting for s3 to drop before watching it all together

inho / youngil / the frontman / 001

youngil stared at the guards while you stared at the bed in front of you. it looked stiff and scratchy, and barely wide enough for one person, let alone two.

“we can share. i don’t mind,” he had said to you, though he had looked tense as well. he sat on the bed, allowing you to scoot over. he laid as close to the edge of the cot as possible.

“oh, it won’t be necessary.”

“well, what other choice do you have?”

you sighed and nodded, awkwardly laying down next to him on the bed. as your shoulders touched each other, he relaxed visibly, though he was still lying on the edge, and that scared you a little.

“stop lying on the edge like that. you’ll fall off,” you warned.

“i’m fine,” he mumbled, staring right up at the ceiling. you kept looking at him, not minding the three times he had glanced your way pointedly at all. “don’t stare.”

“hm, why not?”

“it makes me feel strange,” he said simply.

you nodded, your hands instinctively reaching to your arms to shield yourself from the cold. there was only one blanket with only one bed after all. next thing you knew, you felt the blanket being nudged towards you by youngil’s foot.

“i saw that; it’s not very subtle, you know.”

“what’s not very subtle?” he asked innocently. then he shifted his body closer to yours. “it’s not because of you, okay?” he muttered quietly. “i just didn’t feel like falling off.”

“are you asking for cuddles now?” you snickered.

“no,” he replied gruffly, though his eyes softened slightly at the sound of your silent laughter.

“nuh uh, i think you’re cold as well,” you lifted the blanket up to accommodate him as well. you then glanced at him expectantly. he hesitated for a moment before slipping under the blanket, taking the moment to tightly grasp your hand. you smiled, resting your head above his shoulder on the shared pillow.

you woke up in the middle of the night to find him softly murmuring your name in his sleep. he looked peaceful, beautifully so. you brushed your hand on his chest to wrap it around him, and felt him waking up as well.

“hush, go back to sleep,” you whispered to him, and he raised an eyebrow at nothing in particular. his eyes were still closed. then he let out a tiny giggle and tightened his grip on your hands.

the guards executed this one perfectly, right as per orders from the frontman; hwang inho will make sure to reward them later, but for now he’d rather stay in this shared bed with you by his side.

seong gihun / 456

“i guess it can’t be helped then,” gihun said simply, sitting you down on his bed and pulling the covers over you. “sorry if i snore by the way.”

“what do you mean? where will you be sleeping?”

“on the floor, of course.”

“no, you’re not,” you shook your head, patting the empty space beside you. “i still have some place left here for someone.”

“oh, then let me find someone who can’t find a partn—”

you pulled the man down onto the bed, his face crashing against the pillow. throwing the covers over him as well, you turned to face him, muttering, “you really aren’t the sharpest tool in the shed.”

“no, uhm, what if i hog the blanket? that would be unpleasant—”

“i can live with that.”

gihun blinked rapidly. “i don’t think i should be sleeping. what if someone attacks?”

“relax, they’re keeping watch.”

“i think i should keep watch with them,” gihun gulped at your proximity.

“well, i don’t. and you need sleep; have you seen yourself?” you laughed.

gihun beamed at the sound. “then how about I tell you a story?”

“a story?”

“yeah, to make you happy.”

“why though?” you said tiredly.

“to make you laugh. i like seeing you laugh,” he said genuinely, and you nodded in response. his eyes lit up and he began, “so there was this one cow, and it had a baby cat—”

…

“gihun?”

he snored.

“gihun!”

he snored again.

did he really fall asleep mid-sentence? you sighed, shaking your head before snuggling up to him. he unconsciously draped an arm over you in his sleep.

throughout the night, he kept tossing and turning, before—

smack !

you clutched your face where gihun’s hand had just made contact. before letting out the loud cuss you wanted to, you peeked over to see if he was asleep. and sure enough, if the snores hadn’t let it be known earlier, then the closed eyes did.

“this dumbass,” you muttered, nuzzling your face into his side.

but what could you do either way? if you complained, he’d be mortified and force you to switch places, and you’d lose a chance to cuddle with him. so you instead figured the occasional smacking would be worth being the first person to see his hair sticking out in every direction with his sheepish grin in the morning.

a/n: i’ve only got hcs for the others; sorry guys i prefer my old men inho and gihun :P

daeho / 388

he insists on taking the less comfortable side of the bed

even if that meant he barely has any space MY GNELTMAN

at some point his hand will brush yours (because its an ff duh) and he’ll get all startled like :O

but he won’t move away because he decides he likes it

we all know the trauma this man carries :( so don’t be surprised when his grip on your hand loosens in the middle of the night and his face scrunches up because he’s having a nightmare

just please cuddle with him :(( he’ll try to play it off like it’s nothing but know better!

when you quietly offer comfort, his defenses will crumble, and he’ll whisper a quiet thank you to you

in the morning he’ll wake up before you and realize just how close the two of you are.

he’s been bearhugging you in his sleep and you’re reciprocating it? hes so confused like ??????? do you wanna get choked or sum yes you do

he’ll just quietly stare at you as if he’s in a daze. he’s got that lovesick smile and all, just silently looking at you like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen you are

he just as silently fixes the blanket on you because he wants to offer as much comfort as you did last night to him

then he’ll gently apologize to you for disturbing you, smiling to himself when you grumble in your sleep

sangwoo / 218

this little shit

he’ll pretend not to care about you or about the bed or about the entire situation at all

but you can see how he tries to be as subtle as possible when adjusting the pillow under your head to make sure you’re comfortable

you’re practically begging him to accept his feelings atp but this man is a menace

as soon as he saw the one bed he started calculating how much space you’ll take and how much he’ll get

if you shift closer in your sleep he’ll freeze for a moment but he won’t pull away

if you move a lot in your sleep he won’t say anything just yet

but expect to be bombarded with complaints when you wake up in the morning

he watches you out of the corner of his eye, something he describes as “just trying to protect you” by “keeping watch” but you know he’s just dazzled by your beauty who isnt

he’ll lie awake for a while staring up at that huge piggy bank that his future lies in, and he knows he can’t love you like he wants to, but he hopes that just this once his brain will accept what his heart feels

when the sunlight hits his face in the morning, he’ll look so peaceful that it makes even ali question his mood

all the while gihun is just staring in horror at sangwoo like he got some puss

ali / 199

THE POOKIEST POOKIE

he’s so shy UGH i jus wanna gobble him up sjsjsjkgnskjn

but he can’t help smiling softly when he realizes how comfortable you seem to be around him

he’ll offer to sleep on the cold hard floor and insists you take the blanket for yourself, but duh you don’t allow that

so with a grin on his face he lies down next to you

he asks you if you need more space at least 10 times, he’s that nervous

the blanket stays on you though, he can’t risk you feeling cold or uncomfy because of him GNELTMENANN

he’ll stay awake if you want someone to talk to, or to make sure you’re warm enough, or even just to admire you

but if you don’t want that, he’ll pull an aurora and fall asleep so quickly you don’t even realize it

his hand stays brushing against yours under the blanket though, and you feel so warm and fuzzy next to him

he’s a snuggler, so there’ll be times where he’ll shift very close to you in his sleep, not realizing the hand he’s keeping on your waist or the head he’s resting on your chest

someone points it out in the morning and he’s so flustered he apologizes profusely even though you keep telling him you didn’t mind it all

definitely says something like “i slept with you, remember?” because he doesn’t realize it’s an innuendo

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