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mochikeiji · 4 years ago

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Looking Like U Got Me

Request: "Prompt no. 56 and 55 for Gojo ＼(^o^)／"

55. "You look like my husband/wife"

56. "Keep doing that and I'll marry you faster"

↠ Pairing: Gojou Satoru x Reader

↠ Warning: none! Simply fluff

↬ Word Count: 1.7k

↠ a/n: i accidentally mixed up prompts 55 and 57 ;-; but still hoping this turns out good!!

↳ from Go! Go! Gogatsu Event!

All he wanted was to wake up in bed, next to you— who would cuddle deeper in his arms even in slumber so he'd smother you with his kisses and tighten his hold around you and drift back to sleep longer, finally free of responsibilities for once and enjoy quality time with his only favorite person. But instead he wakes up with a groan passing through his lips, supporting his back side with his hand while shuffling to his side in a different position as the light sun rays shun through the window blinds, softly fanning his eye and forehead.

Gojo chuckles a bit before wincing. His lower back so tensed that he feels himself get older by the day. Pouting at the empty space next to him, he palms the cold sheet in wonder of where you are. Up so early in the morning when you could've just stayed in for him. How annoying. His eyes shut for moment when the scent coming from outside the room intruded his senses. Ah, you must be cooking breakfast. How sweet of you.

Thank goodness it wasn't another batch of dried crackers or cup of noodles that'll enter his mouth. He was never one to cook meals when he was on solo or when you weren't around. The very thought of not only the meal was awaiting for him outside, but also you excites him that it made him feel tingly inside. Call it dramatic, yeah, but it's not every day someone gets to wake up and immediately feel this full of love in the morning. You were the only and last love he's ever wanted to have in this world. It was so surreal even to him.

Sighing before pushing himself up, Gojo yawns out the remains of drowsiness in his system and stands. He didn't bother wearing a shirt since last night, claiming that he misses how his body rubs off yours in both comforting and suggestive ways. Plus it was just you and him home, he'd rather walk naked than wear the usual long sleeved uniform on a warm day.

The scent of coffee got stronger as he closes in his journey towards the kitchen. There was faint sizzling coming from the pan as you stood there in attendance. Stuck in your own little world, swaying to the sound of the radio playing, U got Me by Yung Heazy. It was one of the few songs that reminded you of Gojo back when you were both high schoolers. The exact song you remembered playing when you both hung out on a small cafe in Tokyo. Where he was so flustered, attempted to hide his blushes with his round glasses. The little things that reminded you of that memory never fails to make your heart race.

Of course Gojo knows this one as well. Because it was on that date as well he had call you, "his" after masking his embarrassment and from obviously checking you out every minute. How could he contain himself? He was a young man who was having trouble in the arts of love. Nevertheless he was glad to have grown up from those years. If his younger self could see him now, he'd be gagging at the sight of a softer version of his older self.

Snaking his arms around your torso carefully to avoid surprising you, he places his chin above your shoulder. Salivating at the sight of thick bacon in deep frying, shamelessly letting you know he was hungry from the sound of his stomach growling. "This is a nice way to greet me." you smile at the man behind you, who had his eyes closed in delight while rubbing his cheek against yours like a cat in need of attention. "Good morning to you as well, sweet cheeks." he says after pressing a kiss on your skin.

"You got up early." whining softly, his hair and nose tickling the side of your neck and shoulder, "I was hoping to stay longer y'know?" trailing his hands underneath the his shirt you were wearing, mapping out on all the skin he could squish and hold with his large palms. Noticeably pressing himself closer to your body, the much needed space gone but you weren't complaining. After all, this was Gojo, a man who knows no boundaries.

"I wanted to make breakfast for you. We haven't had one together since we're both busy." you say as you grabbed the nearby plate, turning off the stove as the now cooked meal sizzles softly from the pan before sliding down to the porcelain surface. In attempt to lick his lips at the now prepared food, his tongue grazes upon your skin, sending you to jolt a bit, hearing the joyous laughter from him as he places a kiss on the spot as an apology.

"W-why don't you go sit down, there's rice bowls and cooked eggs prepared already." stammering, you quickly excused yourself away from his embrace to clean out the mess from the counter. Gojo sighs out the adoration but obliges to your command. Not long after you had finally settled down in front of him. Seeing him in all smiles as he scarfs down on his food made you smile as well. Thank goodness his blindfold was off, they looked adorable twinkling in happiness.

This felt nice. To have an opportunity to be a normal couple once again. So many times you could only daydream of scenarios like this. He could say the same as now that you were present on the usual spot he'd come home to empty. Often dozing off during meetings thinking of where you were or how you were, the multiple times Megumi has fed up with his whining about how he never gets to see or have more time with you. Nobara even pointed out a fact saying, "You act as if you're both married." and Yuuji, being the happy child of the three had said something that always ponder in his mind, "Why don't you marry each other yet, sensei?"

It was a statement he's been considering for a long time. Marriage. Of course Gojo wanted to marry you after years of torment love. To have his precious students say that you both already looked as if you were married got him all heart racing, and very very happy. He's had vivid images of a life with you. Not far from what it is today, but imagine. Unlimited happiness after so long of fearing it. Perhaps maybe even tiny legs running around, giving him such big love as his grows for the family he's craved, watching you smile beside the doorway and calling them in for a meal.

If marrying you means he can have that every day, then the hell with it.

"You look like my wife."

The spoon drop echoes. Slowly his face erupted into a faint blush while staring back at your widened eyes and opened mouth. "What?" gulping down the stuck food in your throat, Gojo bites his lips watching you maintain your composure. So cute. "Y-you know you say funny stuff when you're out of it. Maybe some daifuku would help? Yeah! Wait a sec." quickly getting up from your seat and rummaging in your fridge, you breathed out the heavy puff of air from your lungs.

He did not just say that so directly towards you. Maybe you were dreaming? You wouldn't be if your heart wasn't practically being forced out. Gojo is always fun and games, right? He doesn't mean that.

Sad to think of it that way.

"Ow!" thumping your head above the fridge as you grabbed some of the take outs of Daifuku you got yesterday, closing the fridge back before returning shortly to Gojo, who seemed as out of it as you were. "You did say your brain functions best when you eat sweets. Luckily for you I bought these yesterday. That's why I cooked earlier now because I wanted to try it out with you!"

Gojo can't tell if he wants to be offended at the fact that you think he was joking or just now, cover his half of his face to hide his laughter and igniting squeals. God he wished he had his phone right now, the moment was just so priceless and precious as you were.

"...ter"

Muffles from behind his hand was heard. Tilting your head to the side, trying to process what he said but no avail. "What was that?" you moved a little closer next to him, tapping his hand away almost eagerly. When he does, you spot that knowing smile present on his lips and the uncharacteristic blush still painted on his cheeks.

"Keep doing that and I'll marry you faster, honey."

You've gotten more shy when his hand held yours in the most loving way while drawing patterns. Searching through his eyes if he was playing around, but you were met with ones you know of when they were full of sincerity. "I-i. You know, they were so cheap anyways and I figured you'd want them." he snorts before leaning his head on your arm and laughs hysterically. It was painfully obvious that you were in state of shock that you couldn't even process his words.

Up until now the effect he has on you was still there like before.

"Sweetie." he turns his body away from the table to face you, pulling you so that you were standing in between his legs looking down shyly on the floor. "I'm serious." his fingers reached for your chin to pull your head up to meet his features. His other hand still holding your smaller one; index finger tracing your ring finger in circular motions as if he was creating a make believe ring.

He should thank himself for falling in love and be trusting once again.

Because now, staring back at your eyes filled with the same amount of emotions as his. Reciprocating the exact thing he was feeling. Waking up just to start the day already wanting him to be there. Knowing all the littlest things he's shared. Hearing the erratic sound of both of your heart beats.

He knew he's made the right choice.

"You really do look like my wife. My future."

#gojo satoru #jjk gojo #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen gojo #gojo satoru x reader #gojo scenarios #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #gojo imagine #gojou satoru #gojou satoru x reader #gojou x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #raines: gogatsu event

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frostandflamesfanfic · 2 years ago

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Kitchen Thoughts with Steve Harrington (headcanon)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader (no pronouns)

Word Count: 0.5k (yes it’s short, but it’s new content!!)

Summary: Just some late night thoughts about how King Steve can be in the kitchen. (I’m sorry, I wish this summary was better 😣)

A/N: This is actually a collab with another Tumblr writer, who I’m now fortunate enough to call a friend, @bakerstreethound. Please, for the love of everything good, check out Ace’s work. They are amazing and I’m so glad I’m able to share my obsession with you, Ace!

he wouldn’t hesitate to wrap around you from behind and give neck kisses then slow dance in the kitchen

whispering a really low “good morning” in that groggy/sleepy voice that no one could refuse

he’d also probably hold your sides and kinda rub circles against your clothes/skin while he hummed

he'd be the one to burn eggs or something, obviously

“I don’t know how it happened, babe! One minute it was fine, the next dust!!”

imagine a bunch of take-out and delivery in your future with this man

but he would somehow be able to make sweet treats that turn out okay????

like muffins. So many muffins

he probably doesn’t know when to stop baking either.

one day you just come to see him and he’s made like…..five dozen of the things

and he just goes, “I made too much. Want some?”

then all the kids drop by to eat them or he picks them up after school and has the trunk loaded with them

he probably sneaks some muffins into your bag too, with little notes like, “I love you,” “there’s muffin I love more than you,” and other cheesy one-liners

remember how Steve eats bananas? Well, it turns into a joke that whatever he eats, he'll definitely make it into a muffin

that leads to some hella weird concoctions

like cinnamon and mango

or kiwi lime

or zucchini banana (which wasn’t too bad)

and Dustin sighs because, "Steve you have to stop."

cause he still hasn't recovered from the peanut butter and banana sandwich Steve made him for lunch

“This is an intervention, Steve!!!!!”

and you know Dustin wouldn’t sugarcoat it when Steve makes something gross

“Gross what is this shit?”

“It’s a muffin!”

“It tastes like death. Never make this again.”

does it hurt his pride when Dustin does that? Yes.

does he stop making them? Absolutely not.

but then the kids get so tired of the muffins, he starts sneaking them in their lunch boxes just to get rid of them all

sometimes they come to you for help

which leads to your garbage always smelling like a dead bakery

at least the neighbor’s dog loves you

and when the kids are tired of finding them in their bag, they just use them as hockey pucks or something

Lucas using them in his slingshot

Max would definitely roll her eyes about it, but she secretly finds it endearing Lucas does it cause she's sick of the muffins too

eventually Dustin has to bring all the leftover food to D&D nights and Eddie likes having the food

one day Eddie just finds out that Steve made the muffins and shows up at his house asking for more muffins or something

but he'd be kinda shy about it

“So those muffins…..”

“yeah?”

“You uh, you have any more?”

Eddie would def twiddle his thumbs

his head would be down, too. The curls would fall into his face and he’d look up with puppy-dog-esque eyes

have we just stereotyped Steve into the muffin man? Yes.

the kids humming “do you know the muffin man” every time they see him

he's the ice cream man, which he'd be insistent about

“Robin’s the ice cream man”

“WOMAN”

“right. Woman”

“for God’s sakes, Henderson…. I WAS the ice cream man!”

Mike shaking his head at how Steve can’t hold onto a single title

“Couldn’t even hold onto my sister, dude.”

“Low blow, Wheeler. Low blow.”

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Author’s Note: First headcanon done and Dustin’d! See what I…did there? Heh. Please don’t hate me. Steve Harrington has been my latest obsession and I’ve fallen for him hard. Huge thanks to Ace for helping me continue to embrace this obsession and for all of YOU little sparks for not jumping down my throat for the numerous Steve fic reblogs. I hope to work on a full-length Steve fic in the near future, so please stay tuned.

If you like what you read and want to see more short blurbs like this on my blog, make sure to leave a comment, reblog, and a like. Don’t forget to check out Ace’s blog, too! Until next time, little sparks 💙

#steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #stranger things headers #frostandflamesfanfic #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #bakerstreethound

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adrikazu · 3 years ago

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Um- I have a request, I did read the rules but I already forgot some of them_ so if you don't want to write this, I understand dw. And I apologise in advance if it's the case ;;

May I request Kaeya and Diluc with a gn!reader who breaks down after trying to get better for years, without success ? reader kind of just shuts down and stops paying attention to their health, they can't enjoy anything and (tw: suicide, please don't force yourself to read this if it makes you feel uncomfortable) think about how they would like to end everything ? Like they're just giving up because they never get better anyway.

I wish you a good day, or a good night!

BREAKING DOWN READER

FEATURING— kaeya, diluc

GENRE— angst, both with a little bit of comfort fluff at the end

NOTES— hi anon!!! i’m okay with this request, and i haven’t gotten an angsty request yet so this’ll be my first, and i hope i did this justice. sorry for this taking so long, i really wanted to collect my thoughts for this one. by the way, if you ever need to talk to anyone about anything i’m always open to listen, you’re not alone okay?

WARNINGS— TW: mentions of suicide, death, self harm, overall angst

KAEYA

he was at the knights of favonious HQ, and he was about to head home

something didn’t feel right, or something at least felt off to him in his gut immediately

Kaeya thought it was a little childish of him to hurry home from work because of this

but he was glad he did so when he got there

he found you, hugging your knees close to your face in your shared bedroom

at first his stomach dropped, eyes widened and he almost couldn’t move from where he stood

but he approached you, his silence almost unrecognizable

“love? are you alright?”

if you were to slowly leap into his arms, he’d be happy to accept you for a hug and embrace you tightly, not caring in the slightest if his uniform got wet because of your tears

if you were to refuse his hug, he would understand and not at all be upset with you

he doesn’t want to pressure you into speaking but he would be happy to listen

when you rant on about trying so hard to get better, and yet to fail, he’s ready to encourage you

kaeya himself had struggled, he wants to help even if he’s ashamed about his previous weak state

and by saying that he doesn’t mean to say you’re weak, he means that he wants to support you up so you don’t get stuck like he did

kaeya believes having someone there for you will be helpful, and he offers to be that person

if you stay quiet, he doesn’t mind

if he was upset he probably would’ve done the same thing

kaeya gets up, prepares food and gets you things you like

when you refuse to eat is when he’s over the top concerned

you say you want to die, you don’t want to be continuing your life and neglect your health, he’s in deep thought

whatever it may be, Kaeya will stay by your side and compliment you, and be proud of every achievement even if it’s a small one such as eating, or brushing your teeth

he loves your company, he likes everything about you and he can’t imagine a world without you in it with him

DILUC

he’s taking care of his tavern

and his gut is screaming at him to do something

he peers around at everyone drinking, enjoying themselves and he looks back down to the glass cups he’s been cleaning

he wants to go home, and he apologizes when he calls someone to take the tavern for the night

diluc slinks his jacket on, looks back one last time and makes his way home

he gets there, maids are fussing about

they rush to him

“Master Diluc, Master/Miss s/o—”

he stops them there

he doesn’t like the way they say your name in worry, and in fear. it puts his own heart in jeopardy

the door opens and he sees you, unresponsive while curled up in bed

diluc approaches you in silence, and merely looks at you with worry

he’s not experienced with this, he doesn’t know what he should do and he’s beginning to regret not asking the maids for guidance before coming in

after a few minutes he’ll ask if you’re alright

you shake your head, your eyes showing him emptiness and you seem tired after laying in bed for so long

he doesn’t push you, not even when you refuse to eat or shower or do anything

what diluc actually does, is patiently wait for you to open up

he wants to hear what’s wrong and he does everything in his power to help

when you talk about your desire to disappear, he’s silent

this is another man who understands what that feeling is like, and he wouldn’t wish that feeling on anyone. especially not you

he’ll pull you in for hug, clutching you as if you’re fine china and you could break with any scratch

diluc does everything he can, consults his most trusted people and will be there everytime you want something. he’s a little lost in this situation but he cares, and he’s going to try his best to help

#genshin x reader #diluc x reader #kaeya x reader #genshin impact kaeya #genshin kaeya #genshin impact diluc #genshin diluc #kaeya alberich #kaeya alberich x reader #diluc ragnivindr x reader #diluc ragnvindr #genshin impact x reader #genshin headcanons #genshin angst #genshin impact angst #diluc angst #karuta angat #kaeya x reader angst #diluc x reader angst

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saphirered · 2 years ago

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Hiya! If you're still write for Verin I was wondering if I could ask for something where he is absolutely smitten for a baker in town and the mighty nein (and maybe essek?) are trying to be his wing-posse? Love your writing!!

I had a plan. Then I got side tracked. I blinked and the word count grew larger than I expected. Hope you enjoy it regardless and sorry for the wait. 😘

Verin doesn’t know what the fuss is about. Ever since his last visit his brother’s friends-his friends, he supposes, have been going on and on about this little shop providing the best baked goods in Exandria and beyond. The bubbly one; Jester has told him so many times he can’t shoot down those baked goods before he’s tried them. He suggested taking a bite of the cupcakes she bought but she insisted he needed the full ‘experience’ or whatever that’s supposed to mean. How good can something baked be when it needs an ‘experience’ to make it good? Then again, the places he’s spent the last few decades at are hardly the centres of decent cuisines, let alone delicacies, so who is he to judge? Perhaps it’s the curiosity he and his brother share that pushes him to want to learn more about this mystery bakery. Perhaps it is that same stubbornness that compels him to go find the place on his own. Though it might be more likely he doesn’t feel like dealing with several loose cannons that will not doubt to make a fool out of him. It already took him nearly grovelling at his brother’s feet to swear him to silence for a disguise spell so he would pass freely through the streets without concern given his being and the still shaky relationship between the Empire and Dynasty.

And so he strolls down the streets looking for the bakery. Verin realises he’s made one great error; he never caught the name of the shop. Given this is the capital city, the amount of people and those people needing food, there’s many bakeries around, some better than others. He relies entirely on his senses. He remembers the smell of the bag of baked goods Jester stocks up on before a new voyage, or the ones Caleb would pick up on his way home from work. He has some sense and with difficulty tries to match what he can find but to no avail. He must have passed a good dozen or two bakeries while wandering and none share that particular aroma he recalls. Not until… Something- or rather someone runs into him.

“Oh dear, Moonweaver, I am so sorry!” Verin is caught off guard for just a moment because in that brief moment of closeness he is hit with the exact air he’s been looking for; fresh dough, slightly herbal at times but complimented with a balanced sweetness. It’s unique in every sense. He never thought he’d be able to tell apart one bakery’s scent from another but your being stands out from all of them, you carry it naturally, as if you’re surrounded by it day and night, perhaps you are.

Verin managed to catch you before you could fall and straightens you, to make sure you’re on steady footing once more. He takes you in; lovely features, sleeves rolled up, apron tied around your waist, but what stands out to him is the brief moment of shock in your eyes when you meet his eyes, your mouth slightly agape. He’d perhaps not-so-jokingly boast about catching someone off guard with his handsome looks were he not supposed to be disguised as the plainest of individuals through his brother’s spellwork. A quick glance at his hands shows he should still be, so why do you look like you see right through him? Verin is instantly on guard. But then the shock disappears, and your eyes soften until a grateful smile graces your features. It makes him question wether he’s just gotten paranoid and he imagined it or if this is something more.

“Thank you for catching me.” You pull at your sleeves, shuffling a bit and brush off your apron, still somewhat smudged with the remnants of flour.

“It’s no trouble. It’s not every day someone so lovely nearly tackles you to the ground. Though, if this is a reoccurring thing for you, might I suggest some more stable footing so you don’t end up being the one on the ground, or needing to be saved by a stranger?” Verin finds it within himself to humour you. Your light laughter at the joke has him feel warm inside, his chest tingling. It’s been a while since he’s felt this upon a first meeting. He can’t say the feeling is entirely unwelcome.

“Well then, I shall share with you my secret; is it not fairytales where one stumbles into a knight in shiny armour to save them?” You retort with ease. It surprises you how easy it is to talk to this individual.

“Oh, so I’m a knight in shiny armour now, am I?” Disguise or no, that half grin is as charming as ever. You look him up and down; tall, somewhat strongly built, light eyes, plain features, very nondescript attire. These are the looks of someone who doesn’t want to stand out, be remembered, but you see past the illusion for your sight is true. In front of you stands a handsome drow of tall build sculpted like someone who spent years, perhaps even decades honing skills befit of a warrior, and using them given by the few visible traces of restored injuries, white hair is pulled away from his face somewhat messily and accentuates the violet eyes that stare upon you. Were you anyone else the elf in front of you might have been in trouble, but you’re not. You see him as he is, like you see the one who comes by your shop sometimes as he is too. You suppose they do look similar, in a way. Similar features though the one that holds the arm of the transmutation professor of the academy is built more slim as opposed to the drow in front of you now.

“Shall we find out?” You take a step backwards, and another. “Because I must be going.”

“Wait! I don’t even know your name.” The warrior says, the smile in his voice is clear even when you turn your back to him and take another few paces. Though you cast one final look over your shoulder.

“You may earn it at Sinful Delights if you’re daring enough.” With a proud grin Verin places a hand over his heart and bows. He sees you shaking your head as you continue to walk and leave him the streets. His eyes follow you, until you are out of sight. He feels weightless, and the feeling doesn’t disappear when he hears his brother’s voice in his mind telling him that spell is about to run short and he better hurry back. That encounter with you is entirely ethereal and might as well have been a dream. He replays it over and over again and comes to the conclusion; he will take you up on that offer and now he’s got something to go off; find the mysterious bakery and the gorgeous baker to make good on the challenge placed before him.

So comes another day, and another bargain with his brother. Essek commented on his absent minded state, claiming Verin’s head to be in the clouds. While Verin would pride himself decently capable at covering his emotions if he so chooses, he had chosen not to and some of the Nein might have caught on. Before he knew it he was interrogated like never before, and he simply gave in admitting he’d met someone he’d taken a liking to on his stroll about town. That’s about all he revealed though. He’s not entirely foolish. But now he finds himself in that same disguise wearing the face of another, while he walks the streets, looking for a bakery; Sinful Delights. Stubborn as he might be he manages to ask a stranger for directions and find himself in front of a quaint shop, the smell of freshly baked goods permeating the near vicinity pleasantly. Through the windows he sees customers, the door opens and closes for patrons; the shop is busy. Given the smell it has good reasons to be. It’s delicious and so Verin steps forward, to the door, the bell ringing as he enters.

You’re moving to and from, collecting order after order for the customers and sending them on their way. smile never faltering, not for child, not for old man, not for the rude nor crestfallen, you offer comfort in your unique way, It’s magnificent to see in action. Your eyes fall on him and you smile wider, eyes twinkling with amusement. Once again Verin feels that fuzziness within that goes accompanied with a crush. When Verin had taken a seat you’d plated some slices of bread with a few dollops of jams to the side and set it at the table near the window. He’d graciously taken what you offered even though you barely had time to say hello, you did. He likes to watch you move about with that smile simply because he can see the joy and fulfilment you get out of what you do, the pride that shines in your eyes when the customers compliment your baking, and thank you on their way out promising to see you again come morning as they always do. But finally the rush hour calms down and you’re left alone in the shop, only the other workers in the back preparing the next batches of goods while you take a break and sit down opposite of Verin.

“I have to say I’m impressed, not only did you go through the efforts of finding this place, but you also stuck around for a good hour without even a single word of discontent.” You are impressed. Very few people show that kind of patience. Though, you do feel sorry for this familiar stranger and leaving him waiting during the busy hour. If anyone could take over you would have told them to do so, but you stood alone this morning.

“You were busy.” Verin simply states. He may not be someone with a conventional job, nor ever have had one as mundane as working in a shop, but he has an understanding of them. He sees the beauty in that orderly chaos, the people, and the gratification one gets from it. Though it might not have the excitement and adrenaline rush of facing some demon from the pits of the Abyss, and or stand victorious against an enemy, that does not make your job any less fulfilling nor important. If he looks back upon his life now, he’d wish for that what you have, were he ever given the choice even though he would not trade his current life. He sees you see it to, in his eyes; simple acknowledgement, even at a lack of understanding the details of his life. You understand and so you smile at him, radiating a welcoming aura.

“Well, thank you for your patience-“

“Verin.” He gives his name. “You may call me Verin.” It’s been quite some time someone called him by his name as is simply for who he is and not as a fellow warrior, a commanding officer, a member of Den Thelyss. Even with the Nein it felt different. They know his story, or at least part thereof, they knew it before they met him where you do not. You see him as he is, see through the disguise. That’s something he’ll have to ask about later but for now he’ll put it to the side.

“Verin.” You repeat. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Verin. I’m-“ You are cut off by your name being shouted from the back of the shop. You sigh exasperated and rise, excusing yourself for a moment. In your absence the drow finds himself repeating your name in his head, growing accustomed to it. It fits you well. Before he knows it you’ve returned and sit down with a sigh placing two plates on the table. The scent of savoury with just a dash of sweet hits him and he knows now, what he’s been associating this place with; you. It’s unique and so natural.

“What’s this?” He asked.

“This-this is breakfast. I don’t really like eating in my own and if you don’t mind the company, we can do this more often?” You suggest. You’re forward but not entirely. Your approach is gentle and innocent, leaving him to make a decision without being pushed or pressured to make one, and giving him space to think, change his mind if he so decided. You do not wait in anticipation, and instead pick up the knife and fork you brought, cutting the savoury breakfast with a hint of sweet in half and taking a bite. Verin feels a smile creep on his face and so he, instead of a reply simply digs in. Over your belated breakfast you talk about everything and nothing at all. The weather, the city, your day, his day. He learns your favourite colours, foods and other things you like and so he tells you his own preferences in return. The banter is easy-going, never too personal and leaving plenty of room to back off or avoid personal answers if either of you is not feeling obligated to share those details. It feels so natural, and more homey that Verin has felt in a long time. He feels free of who he is when he is in your company. It doesn’t change over his next visit. Or the one after that, or the one after that. Or after that…

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Over his next few visits, it’s become a regular occurrence for Verin to find himself in his brother’s presence asking for yet another disguise, to the point where the former Shadowhand has been working on enchanting something instead to provide his younger brother with the same level of security to pass through the city freely without having to bother him every morning at the same time, refusing to discuss where he is going and calling upon some brotherly pact to swear him to secrecy. Verin takes some amount of pleasure in having pushed his brother to such limits and be granted a semblance of what they had before they became what they were among the Dynasty. Even Essek cannot deny the positive effects of his brother’s wanderings into the city to go wherever he does. He’s attempted to scry but to no avail. Verin is safeguarded from such magics and he’s too good a soldier to allow himself to be followed. The Nein has tried after they’d grown suspicious. They had theorised Verin might be plotting something, for better or worse but that was quickly shot down. Others suggested he might have some embarrassing hobby. Essek doubted that. His brother is rather shameless. Many more theories came and went until the friendly firbolg stated that perhaps the Taskhand of the Dynasty was simply smitten. He would be right.

The bell to the front door rings upon its opening. You dance around the counter to greet your friend-little more than friend you suppose though neither of you have put proper thought in what you are, or might become. Nevertheless you smile brightly, mirroring Verin’s own as you wrap your arms around his neck. His fall to encompass your waist, lifting you off your feet briefly before setting you back down again. You lightly brush your lips against his cheek as you take his hand and lead him to your usual table; already set with yet another delicacy made just for the two of you. You dig in once more, talking about your days apart, omitting the more sensitive details for the sake of the public, but you know. You know what secrets Verin holds and while you might not know all of them, might not want to know all of them, you know enough.

When Verin came clean to you about his home, his place there, he expected you to run and never look back, to shout at him, call him a liar but you did none of those. You simply clasped your hand over his, and told him your sight is true, you see him for who he is and that is a good man, that’s all that matters to you. You know not the commander of the forces that fight evil in Bazzoxan. You know not the Taskhand of the Dynasty the Bright Queen commands. You know not the remaining prodigal son of Den Thelyss who needs to live up to expectations after his brother’s departure and disappearance. You simply know a man who could use some kindness in his life, and someone who sees him for him. That’s how you learned to know him. That’s how you’ll view him. All that other stuff doesn’t change a single thing about the man you ran into on the streets, and have been eating breakfast with since whenever he is in town.

“So how has your latest adventure been?” You ask pouring some tea into the cups set out.

“Madness. As per usual. It never ceases to amaze me how this unorganised bunch has managed to survive this long on the merits of luck and stupidity.” He laughs. You both know he wouldn’t have it any different. The chaos keeps him on his toes, keeps things interesting and fresh, even if sometimes he’d be tempted to feed certain members of the Nein, his brother included to the demons in the darkest pits of the ancient temple for their recklessness.

“I’m not surprised.” You retort. “Though you seem to not have been so lucky.” You hint to the bandage wrapped around his lower arm, mostly hidden by his shirt. He’d hoped you wouldn’t notice but he should have known better; you see all.

“No need to worry, love. Nothing but a scratch. Almost entirely healed already.” Verin uncovers the wrapped injury to show it looks just fine. He sees some relief from you and when you go to touch the bandages he instead laces his fingers with yours. “Still sensitive.” He defends.

“Oh, I thought you said it’s not that bad. You wouldn’t mind me taking a look would you? Or are you simply scared I’ll have your head once I ask for the full story?” Verin knows you’re only half joking. You will have his head when you find out he’d recklessly put himself in that place, and is more like the Nein than he might care to admit, if only to not succumb to the teasing his brother had fallen victim to in his initiation into the group.

“Words out of my mouth.” The warrior retorts and you simply blow him a kiss and your late morning continues until you must separate once more, promising to reunite the next day. The time apart sets you to think. What are you? What have you become? The kiss on the cheek he gave you before he went off, is more than just friendly, same was yours. The endless flirting is not something that feels just friendly anymore. Slowly you’re transitioning into different territory. Neither of you seem to mind as far as it goes, but you’re reaching a point where you might have to have a more serious talk. Tomorrow, you tell yourself. Tomorrow, Verin tells himself. Tomorrow you’ll talk. You both feel the butterflies in your stomach.

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The next day comes rolling around. Morning comes far too early and perhaps Verin should not have taken up the intimidating woman in a drinking game because she absolutely obliterated him. The monk’s words ring in his head still; ‘no one defeats my badass’ and so it holds true, testimony by his hangover, and pounding headache. Luckily the herbal scent of a steaming cup of tea reaches his nose from the table next to the couch he crashed on. However, his awakening is a rude one as the blue tiefling pokes his shoulder with a force sure to leave a bruise repeating his name over and over. With a groan he rolls onto his other side but the warmth of the blanket he’d wrapped around himself is pulled away and he’s left with Jester’s mischievous eyes staring down at him.

“What can I do for you this fine morning, Jester?” Verin groans rubbing his brow and sitting up. He doesn’t think twice and grabs the steaming cup of tea.

“We’re going to the bakery and you’ve been avoiding going there for long enough. Come on, Verin! You totally have to try their cupcakes, oh and jelly tarts, and fruit biscuits. And the cherry pie is just to die for! You have to come along, Verin. Please, please, please?” Jester begs, making puppy eyes rivalling those of the Nugget the Blink Dog. That’s simply not a face anyone could say no to but Verin wasn’t born yesterday. He’d rather keep things on the down low and doesn’t think bursting Jester’s bubble is fair either. He wanted to tell her he’s already been there, has been going there for a while now, but has simply been waiting for the right time to say so and the right way to explain it too. That time simply hadn’t come.

“However much I’d love to, I have somewhere to be later this morning. Perhaps next time?” He tries his usual excuse.

“But you always say that!” Jester huffs disappointed looking for help around the empty living room; or so Verin thought because as it proves his brother is a traitor in more ways than the obvious one.

“Yes, brother, why have you been avoiding something as mundane as a trip to the bakery?” Essek’s lack of footsteps are something he’d gotten used to but that doesn’t make his older brother any less annoying, especially for outing him like so, like he’d been waiting for an opportune moment, and had found it right here, right now. He casts a glance at Essek as Jester looks between the two of them, catching on that the wizard might just know more than he’s letting on. She wants to know. She will find out.

“Because I have some errands to run, brother.” Verin urges him to back off, but Essek wouldn’t be his brother if he backed down so easily. Some sibling rivalry still remains, will forever remain and they both take great pleasure in it, but in this very moment Verin damns his brother to hell and back again. As expected, wherever the wizard goes, the other is usually not far behind. A somewhat still groggy Caleb wanders down the stairs and finds his usual spot next to Essek. He knows he’ll find no aid in the redhead and won’t look for it either but the man’s next words leave him to consider, his brother might have shared some suspicions and secrets with than he’d hoped.

“Ah, you can join us on our trip, then. We planned to go shopping together this morning.” He can’t say no. He won’t say no because no matter what, it’ll rise suspicion. At least he’d get a chance to distract from visiting your bakery, get this shopping spree over with and meet up with you in time for your usual appointment without blowing his cover. It’s a blessing and a curse to be in this place and he looks forward all the more to that moment of peace away from the Nein, to tell you all about everything and finally address his more-than-crush on you in the privacy of your brunch far away from prying eyes and ears.

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This plan backfired miserably, absolutely miserably. The Nein were quick, going through their shopping lists fast, and all were starving for some good food. None of the Rexxentrum places were good enough, they were craving the baked goods of your shop, and your shop only. It was getting close to the hour he’s supposed to meet you and knows the shop will be relatively empty between rushes and usual meal times. No matter what alternatives Verin suggested, they were adamant and he fears his brother, the wizard and the monk had caught onto something, whereas he was absolutely certain the pink haired firbolg read him like an open book but thankfully showed him mercy and did not question or reveal anything to the others. Still he got more antsy the closer they got to the familiar street, and he found himself fumbling with his fingers when standing in front of that door, hearing the ringing of the bell, and being dragged in by the arm by Jester.

A quick scan around the room reveals the usual table in the corner by the window has been set ready. You’ve just finished up with another customer and smile brightly at the Nein. Verin notices your eyes linger just a fraction longer on him, than they do on the others but your pokerface remains in place. You’re doing far better than he has and it leaves him wondering the true extend of your acting skills, if you can keep these people fooled.

“Good morning, Mighty Nein! It’s always a pleasure to see my favourite customers grace my shop again. What can I do for you today?” Your charm shines through loud and clear. Verin has seen you around customers, but never where he has been part of that group where it’s directed at him the way you do now. Not to say you are not charming, it’s just… The charm you show him is far different, more personal and intimate. That’s a revelation he might not have had, an assurance too, if it were not for the Nein being persistent. In his train of thought Verin’s missed Jester going down a long list of baked goods she wishes to bring along on her next journey with Fjord, as well as a ‘quick’ order for her parents. The half-orc is left wondering if she intends to feed the entire crew of the Nein Heroez for the journey by the looks of it. Nevertheless, you make sure to start packing right away, filling boxes with what’s already on display and venturing into the back to gather more. Verin has been following your every move with admiration until you leave his sight, and he is back in his own mind, until pulled back to Exandria that is.

“Ooh Verin, have you gotten a taste for sweets?” Beauregard speaks suggestively. He freezes for a fraction of a second but that’s more than enough for the more insightful ones to catch on.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Verin speaks a little too quickly and not even an innocent smile can cover that mistake for him. Luckily for him you return and cut short whatever might have been brewing in questions as you help the blue tiefling put the boxes and boxes of pastries, sweets and more in her pink haversack. Fjord lends a hand by stashing what’s on the counter in his bag of holding too and when the last box is packed, and you turn to the others, he’s the first to call upon you.

“So, our friend here, he’s new in town and we’d hate for him to miss out on the experience of your freshly baked delicacies. You don’t happen to have anything right out of the oven, do you?” Fjord asks, a little too innocent and when you see Jester wrap her arm around his, you know this is a silent pact in the making. So you simply play along.

“A friend of yours is a friend of mine. As a matter of fact, I do. I got some peach tarts, cooling down and ready for eating in about a minute if you don’t mind the wait.”

“Not at all! Not at all. We have plenty of time, don’t we?” Even Veth is in on it it seems, given the looks she casts between you and Verin, and especially the Nein’s instant agreement. You wait and pack up the other orders they have.

“So our friend here, he could use some familiarity in the city when we’re not always able to join him. I’m sure he’ll be sold on your baking from the moment he tries it, and you’ll have another loyal customer at your doorstep every day he visits.” Caleb implies.

“You speak far too highly, Mr. Caleb. Though, your compliments are much appreciated.” You smile.

“So what have you been up to lately?” So the small talk starts but no matter what or who speaks, somehow some way it always falls back to Verin, talking about how he’s pretty great, how he has a sweet tooth and your baking will be just perfect, he’s new and maybe you could show him around some time, especially after you mentioned you haven’t been out in a while so you could have some time off together. Each and every little comment made Verin want the earth beneath his feet to swallow him whole, yet you still played along. There were some slip ups he noticed, not just on his part but yours as well, but if anyone noticed, they did not call you out on it. This continued until you managed to excuse yourself, to get the peach tarts you promised, and you return with them served and ready, setting them all on the counter, given that your usual table is occupied.

“Were you expecting someone?” Yasha asks eying the set table.

“Oh, no. Not really. I was just about to have a late breakfast when you came in.” You excuse but there’s some suspicion in the ones that don’t entirely buy your half truth and so you opt for distraction by handing out the tarts to each one of them. Some wait until everyone has theirs, while others, dig right in. Verin is the last to receive his, and eyes fall to him, as he takes a bite. They watch him, awaiting his response as he chews and swallows his bite awkwardly. To avoid further complications he simply focuses on you. Peach tarts. He told you he liked peaches. Told you how he hadn’t had proper ones in quite a while and looked forward to enjoying them again when the opportunity arose. You made him his favourites. You share a brief moment of understanding, and he watches your cheeks flush lightly when his eyes speak thankfulness. You remembered. Of course your remembered.

“Well, how is it?” The anticipation is killing Jester.

“Good. It’s very good.”

“Ugh! But what do you think?” she complains, not satisfied with his nondescript answer.

“Delicious. They’re my favourite, peaches. I can’t recall the last time I found them so-so unique. Truly remarkable.”

“Yeah, and now about the tart.” Verin realises he’s been looking at you and just you when he spoke. It might have been a bit too dreamy of a gaze. Some of the Nein manages a chuckle or muffled laugh at the starstruck drow warrior.

“That’s very nice of you, Verin.” You thank him. A pin drops. Time stops and all eyes turn to you. Confusion. Shock. Revelation. And the air of puzzle pieces being put together. You clasp your hands over your mouth, regretting your mistake instantly and sending Verin an apologetic look. He doesn’t seem angry or even upset in the slightest, and if so, definitely not at you. There’s a hint of relief if you look closer. No more hiding, you suppose. That’s a good thing. But either way, you’d hoped to let him do this on his own terms than accidentally calling him by his name; a name you had not gotten in this interaction mind you, and revealing you two have a deeper connection.

“Wait a second…”

“No way.”

“Way.”

“You two know each other?”

“Verin, you lied to us?”

“I-we uhhh- yes?” The two of you stumble in unison. The cat’s out of the bag. What comes next? So many things still to be figured out but now this to deal with first?

“Okay, so we’re here totally trying to butter you up, get you to see mister charming over here, and get him to admit to this crush of his when you’ve already been doing gods know what behind our backs for how long?” Beau complains. Your heart skips a beat when the monk blatantly calls out Verin’s affections for you, and being faced with how obvious they are to them, you can no longer deny the chance he might not return your affections.

“So every time you came and asked for help, you came here?” Essek asks even though he already knows the answer. He’ll take satisfaction in catching his brother redhanded and confronting him that his older brother still has the upper hand.

“It’s still fresh, isn’t it?” The friendly firbolg looks between the two of you as you glance at each other, share a look that says it all and speaks volumes. “How about we leave the kids to set their thoughts straight for a moment?” Cad suggests and while some of them might not be entirely in agreement, they can’t argue with his logic. There’s more going on, and if they want to pry, want further answers, giving you a chance to convene, might just work in their benefit. So they leave your shop with some goodbyes and promises to come back later, leaving just you and Verin. Silence looms but not uncomfortably so. Neither of you really know what to do or say at the moment.

“It’s very sweet of them to try help you out in your blatant crush on me?” You chuckle. The hint of tension disappears entirely.

“You just love to see me squirm. But if we’re comparing, I’d say my own actions have been a mirror of yours, if I’m not misinterpreting.” He raises an eyebrow.

“You’re not.” You state as a matter of fact. Verin’s focus shoots to you, in an instant.

“Is today the day of confessions?” He finds himself toe to toe with you, engulfed in the warmth of a thousand suns yet not painful, not bothersome. It’s been quite some time but he finally feels like he is where he’s supposed to be, Verin feels like he belongs; opposite of you, where he can see you smile at him, where he can see the light in your eyes and allow it to lead him out of the dark he’s been wandering for far too long.

“You ask too many questions.”

“And I’ll ask one more.” He takes your hands in his, brings them close to his chest. You simply lace your fingers with his and offer a light squeeze of acknowledgement, urging him to continue. It’s not exactly what Verin had in mind. If anything this is the furthest from it. Still, he feels nervous, he feels as if what he is to ask next, his world might crumble depending on the answer, regardless of the signs you’ve given him.

“Ask away, then.” You invite and so the worries disappear, the sheer tone of your voice banishing any insecurities that might have risen. He feels like himself, his true self. He is without the act, without responsibilities and demands of others. You allow him to be himself unapologetically. You embrace him for who he is, have accepted him from the very beginning and so comes his question.

“May I kiss you?” The question already hung in the air, the reminder of your closeness all the more clear, and while you cast a quick glance through the shop front window to see the Nein pretending not to look, while some of them leaned against the glass panes to catch a glimpse of what comes next. You’re not one to make a scene, nor to give a show but you’re feeling bold and so you untangle one hand from Verin’s, place it on his cheek and guide his face down to yours. Your lips touch his softly, the faint taste of peach tart still present.

It’s over all too soon, as you remain foreheads against each other, eyes still closed taking in the moment and you both realise; this tastes like more. Who are you to not indulge into this? Lips meet, repeated pecks, discovering, exploring, until they grow longer, less careful, and more passionate. Your lips move against each other, arms wrapping around Verin’s neck while he holds your face to his, stroking his thumbs over your cheeks, affectionately. You forget entirely about your audience. You forget where you stand. You forget about the past, and the future. You live in the moment. You live. Verin lives. No matter where this leads, or where it goes, you’ll both live in the moment and that moment is together. He wouldn’t have it any other way.

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soupbabe · 3 years ago

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hello so i know there’s one for the crusaders and the duwang gang but i was wondering if i can request a chubby s/o with bruno’s gang? please and thank you!!

Bucci Gang w a Chubby! S/O

I love writing chubby/plus size readers sm !!😌 y'all deserve the world. Also I think I might've gone a tad bit overboard w this?? Not sure lol

Bruno Bucciarati

Bruno would love you regardless of your body! He's never been one to heavily judge someone's appearance

Going clothes shopping with him is a win and lose kind of thing

On one hand, you have your boyfriend to hypr you up when you try on clothes

On the other hand,,you could wear a potato sack and he'd still be like "You look radiant, tesoro"

"Bruno, you have to say more than 'you look great' after I show you a new outfit. " "Well, you know better than anyone, I'm not the kind of guy to lie or brush you off. I'm being genuine in every statement"

I just can't see him finding a favorite part of you

Like he adores the way your chubby cheeks are just on display when you're smiling, he thinks it makes your smile seem way brighter

And he also just adores your soft thighs, a perfect resting place for his head when he gets stressed out from work

Bruno is just smitten by you

Leone Abbacchio

I imagine that you'd have to have pretty tough skin upon meeting Abbachio

It's very easy to think that he'd make a few snide comments upon meeting and working with you

It's not a lot and he says very little, but they can be the kind of quick comments to get under someone's skin easily

But I promise you it'd stop once you two get to know each other and work alongside each other more

He has such a soft spot for you now omg-

If he's ever having a bad day he just likes to wrap his arms around your soft waist and rest his head on your shoulder

Maybe give it a couple of little kisses if your shoulders are exposed

That action is literally his favorite thing to do in domestic settings

I hc that all of the bucci gang have their own separate places instead of living to together, so Abbacchio has his own privacy to let his walls down and be more outwardly loving

He loves going up behind you while you're cookie dinner and ask what you're making, hiding his smirk in your shoulder when he feels your face heat up

I think his favorite part of you might be your wife waist/hips

It's the first thing he gravitates to and clings to when you too fall asleep together

Abbachio could be facing away from you when he falls asleep and wake up with your back pressed against his chest, his arms around you

Giorno Giovanna

Giorno has a preference for plus size bodies it's canon because I said so

To him your plush body just makes him think that you were taken care of in your life

Having some meat on your bones is something Giorno just appreciates in an s/o, you know?

I don't think he'd be the best at expressing how much he loves you through touch or verbal affection, so he likes to buy you stuff

It could be from something as simple as flowers to clothes you eyed at one time, but you decided to not buy

If he wants to buy you something special and it's not in your size it's no problem for him

His mafia connections give him easy access to a lot of businesses in Italy and he could afford to get something custom made just for you

I can see his favorite body part of yours being your eyes

Giorno just loves how much emotion they hold and how much they silently tell him how you're feeling

And they especially help him take notice if you're having one of those off days you know? It helps him understand so he can be there for you

Pannacotta Fugo

He's not that judgemental when it comes to an s/o

But he did think you were very attractive and did develop a small crush on you when he first met you

He can be easily flustered and it's so easy for someone like Mista or Narancia to tease him about his chubby crush

"Hey Fugo, I saw you staring at Y/N's shorts. Saw somethin' you like?" "S-shut the fuck up Mista! I wasn't staring at them!"

Lies

He loves your personality as well, I don't think Fugo has ever had a crush before and is struggling to remain subtle at times

Once you two are in a relationship, he's so happy

I do imagine that it'd take Fugo awhile to be used to physical affection from an s/o regardless, but once he felt a hug from you?? He wants you to hug him all the time

Was he missing out this entire time?? You're so soft and warm?? He loves it so much omg

I think his favorite body part of yours is your hands

Since he'd rather keep things professional in the gang, holding your hand is as far as he'd go for pda

When he's feeling stressed out, he likes to hold onto your hand for reassurance

Sometimes he likes to squeeze your soft palm if his anger issues is testing him or just to get your attention discreetly when you two are around the gang

Narancia Ghirga

Another gang member to adore and prefer chubby s/os!!

He just finds them comforting tbh

He's also very clingy, finding a way to have his arms around you at all times

If you feel uncomfortable with it and tell him, he'll pout but (reluctantly) keep his hands to himself

It doesn't matter how odd it might look, he will sit on your lap

He just likes snuggling up with you and having your big arms wrapped around him

He loves to share his food with you!!

Lunch breaks from his lessons are commonly when you can casually spend time with your boyfriend and give him the encouragement he needs to make it through the second half of his school day

Typically during this time he'd cut an orange in half, give one half to you, and he plays with the other half to make you laugh

One time during his orange smile act, he almost choked because he was distracted by how nice your laugh is-

He's also very protective of you

Seriously he's not above pulling a knife on a stranger who made a rude comment about you-

I fully believe that his favorite body part of yours is your tummy!

He loves laying on it so much that sometimes you feel like his personal pillow instead of s/o

Add in you running your hands through his hair?? You can already hear his soft snores

Guido Mista

I think he really didn't pay any mind to plus size folks, until he saw you

You were just in shorts and a crop top/tank top(/whatever makes you comfortable) to combat the Italian heat and his mind made that awooga awooga sound

I just know he brought out his old flirting tricks onto you

This man could be in the category of "annoyingly persistent, but not yet boarder line harrassment" regardless of your response to being hit on

He is your personal hypeman omg

While everyone has their off days, it's really hard to feel insecure when Mista is around

Just like Narancia, he's so protective of you

Even if you are 100% capable of handling the situation himself, he will yell and bark at the rude stranger

"Get your fucking boyfriend bitch-" "he don't bite :)" "yES HE DO"

Please sit on this man's lap, he would be so happy

Think you're too heavy? Mista would take that as a challenge and drag you onto his lap anyways

He would secure his arms around your large frame and give a teasing kiss on the cheek, "Haha, you can't escape now babe!"

His favorite body part of yours might be your thighs

Once he met you, he was a true believer of "thick thighs save lives"

Mista would constantly beg you to wear shorts all the time, using the hot weather as an excuse

"The weather is at a record high! It's best for you to wear shorts, Y/N." "Mista you're literally wearing a sweater." "So!? I'm worried about you, this conversation isn't about me!"

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xlbrh · 4 years ago

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Genshin Impact - Small things they do to show their love

notes : so i’ve been trying to think of an idea for a long story to write for one of the characters, but i’ve been having a little bit of trouble :( if anyone has any suggestions i’d love to hear them! hopefully i’ll be able to come out with an introduction or something soon

in the meantime i wrote this up, so i hope that you guys enjoy!

Genshin Masterlist

warnings : none

format : bulleted, headcanons. fluff

pairings : diluc, kaeya, childe, zhongli, xiao, albedo, aether x gn! reader

word count : 1426

everything under the cut-

Diluc:

during your nightly walks around mondstadt, he notices how chills can rack your body, especially when the wind blows

he’ll remove his jacket and drape it around your form, no matter how much you may protest

sometimes his arms will circle around your waist, drawing you towards him in an effort toto keep you warm until you get home

if you’ve been out adventuring close to the dawn winery, he’d invite you to the manor to share a meal or drink, whichever you’d like

whatever you desire, he’ll see to it that you receive it – most of the time he wouldn’t even ask you due to how well he can read you and your actions

when you try to refuse his offers, he’ll tell you ‘just let me look after you, my love’

when you come to visit him in the angel’s share, he always has a seat ready just for you

he’ll keep a blanket and some books under the bar, since he knows how you like to curl up in the corner, engrossed in your reading

if you’d like he’ll come and sit with you for a short while, bringing a drink of your choice over while you tell each other about your day

Kaeya:

kaeya is the kind of man to call you every pet name under the sun

whether it be sweetheart, darling, love etc. he loves to use these types of names for you frequently, as a form of affection

he loves your reactions to them, especially when your cheeks flare up and you turn away out of shyness – he finds it extremely endearing

he would offer to train you in swordsmanship, regardless of whether you can already wield a sword or not

he likes to not only see your strength grow, but also offer you a way to protect yourself since he cannot be with you at all times

kaeya takes pride in the training sessions you have, after all they give him another reason to spend even more time with you

he loves for you guys to have matching things, no matter how small they may be

for example, he’ll buy you a bracelet to wear, one that matches with one on his own wrist as well

jokingly he once bought you an eyepatch to match his, but he finds it sweet but hilarious when you’ll wear it around him sometimes

Childe:

since this man is a literal walking wallet, he has no problem with spoiling you with gifts

whether that be a necklace you’ve had your eye on, a new shirt because you ripped yours in battle, or a book he knows is the next in the series you enjoy

when asking him why he leaves you so many small gifts, his response is just ‘well, because i love you, of course!’

if you ever get hurt during a battle, he’ll be the first to help you

whether that be taking down the enemies if you haven’t already, or tending to the wounds you’ve received

he’d work with utmost caution, wrapping each wound gently and finishing them off with a kiss on top

when strolling the streets of liyue together, childe ensures that your body is connected to his one way or another at all times

whether that be intertwining your hands together, an arm loosely wrapped around your waist, or stopping to give you a brief peck on the forehead

he has no qualms in showing the public that you’re his – something he makes you well aware of

Zhongli:

he knows you love when he tells you stories of his past and the history of liyue, and he enjoys telling you about them

he finds the childlike wonder in your eyes adorable as he tells you tales of adepti and archons alike

zhongli will try his best to make them as entertaining as possible for you – drawing you in with every word he uttered

he likes to play with your hair, and for you to do the same to him

if you have longer hair you can guarantee he’d be braiding and styling your hair in all different ways, adorning it with hairpins he’d purchase for you

if your hair is on the shorter side then he’d love to run his fingers through, stroking your hair and massaging your scalp until you fall asleep with your head against his chest

if there is anything in particular that you take a big interest in, zhongli will try his best to research around it – even though he probably has the knowledge anyways

he wants to be able to talk to you about things you’re interested in, as well as share in the enjoyment that you get from it

he would leave small notes to you when he can’t always be around you, sometimes with small facts he learned of

Xiao:

he would for sure watch over you if you ever go on a long adventure, no matter what other duties he may have to attend to

expect to see a good few hilichurl and treasure hoarder camps abandoned thanks to his interference

‘anything to ensure your safety’, he thinks

some nights, when his duties have been fulfilled early, he’ll try his hand at preparing a meal for you to share

of course nothing especially fancy! After all he doesn’t have to eat himself – its all for your enjoyment

if he struggles he’d probably reach out to verr goldet some help

just imagine him setting a small picnic up on the wangshu inn rooftop iM WEAK

once xiao finally becomes accustomed to physical contact, he’d make an effort to hold your hand a lot more often

lightly squeezing it or tracing shapes with his thumb every now and again

if you’re lucky he way even take his gloves off – just to feel that warmth from his hand can be very comforting indeed

Albedo:

you’re literally the only person he will listen to when he is engrossed in his experiments

as we know he tends to block out the rest of the world when he is deep in though

but as soon as he hears your voice of concern asking if he’ll take a break to eat, you wanna bet he’ll be leaving his office in an instant to join you for lunch

he does the exact same for you when you’re hard at work, so he appreciates the way you always look after him

when out looking for more specimens to analyse, he stumbles across his fair share of flowers

of course he knows which are your favourites – he knows everything about you, after all – so he’ll be sure to pick some to bring home to you

when giving them to you, he mentions ‘well, they reminded me of you, so i thought you’d like them’

if you ever get ill for some reason, albedo becomes your personal doctor

he’ll spend hours preparing serums and medicines for you to alleviate your pain – but will never let you out of his sight while doing so

he’ll ask noelle if she can fix up some food for you in the meantime, since at every free opportunity he’s sat at your bedside, hand in yours as he whispers words of comfort to you

Aether:

aether is always ready to make you something to eat whenever you’d like!

he for sure has a small section of his brain dedicated to learning of recipes that he knows you enjoy, no matter how simple or complicated they may be

will make sure that you always have some lunch ready to take with you wherever you go, even if it means he had to wake up early and travel halfway across teyvat to bring it to you

he will bring you back numerous treasures from his travels

sometimes he’ll ask the locals in whichever area he’s in if they can craft the raw materials into something that you can treasure

there would be a shelf in your room specifically for aether’s gifts, where he’ll occasionally point to each one and tell you the story of how it made it’s way back to you

he makes sure to let you know how grateful he is to have you by his side

every time you do something for him, no matter how small it may be, he’ll thank you and let you know how much you mean to him

when on his travels he makes sure to write letters and send them home to you – just because he’s far away doesn’t mean he’s not still thinking about you

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rocorambles · 4 years ago

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Set My Heart Ablaze

Pairing: Matsukawa x Reader

Genre/Warnings: NSFW, Non-Con/Dub-Con, Creepy Matsukawa, Obsessive Behavior, Public Train Sex

Prompt: Chikan/Trains/Public Sex

Summary: Neither of you can deny the mutual spark of interest between the two of you, but Matsukawa takes the matter of turning that spark into a fire into his own hands. Only time will tell if that fire will provide you warmth and comfort or burn you alive.

A/N: This is my submission for the HQHQ NSFW Collab! Masterlist can be found here. Be sure to check everyone’s content once the masterlist goes live tomorrow night~

The train doors open and Matsukawa briefly glances up, smiling to himself as you step onboard, looking left and right for an open spot despite how you always end up in the same corner of the moving vehicle. He doesn’t know anything about you, not even your name. Yet he finds himself drawn to the normalcy you bring, the comfort of knowing you’re a clockwork fixture of his everyday life.

It hadn’t always been like this.

Matsukawa is just a man at the end of the day and he doesn’t deny that he took note of you long before you became so ingrained in his life. But it had been no more than a man observing an attractive woman and he doesn’t give you another passing thought as he returns to gazing out the train windows.

But working with death on a daily basis makes you look at life differently.

He prides himself on being a practical and level-headed man and despite the heavy nature of his profession, he never thought he’d get too bogged down by the environment, by the grimness of his business. Sure, maybe someone like Oikawa would freak out within hours, if not minutes, of being in a funeral home surrounded by corpses and coffins. But he’s not Oikawa (thank God for that). It’s just a job to help keep a roof over his head and food on the table.

But the longer he’s surrounded by caskets, the more grieving and sobbing families and friends he has to comfort yet professionally guide through catalogs and brochures and price tags, he can slowly but surely feel the weight of his daily work resting heavy on his shoulders, digging deeper into him with every corpse and tragic story he reluctantly becomes privy to. Matsukawa finds a new appreciation for life, for every tiny and minute detail, and suddenly you aren’t just another stranger who happens to share his train route.

You’re a reminder that he’s still alive, that despite the curveballs life throws at some, he’s still blessed to enjoy the routine and monotony of it. Life looks different, clearer, as he begins to really pay attention, appreciating every moment he has.

Maybe he’s paying too much attention. He doesn’t know when he begins to focus so intently on you, shocking himself with the realization that he’s observed you so closely when he nonchalantly notices that you’re using a different tote bag than your usual one. When did Matsukawa Issei become someone who notices the details of a woman’s outfit and accessories?

He knows it’s not right, knows even Hanamaki would crinkle his nose in distaste if he found out Matsukawa was creepily studying a random unknown female on a daily basis. But he can’t help himself, his realization only seeming to make him unconsciously focus on you even more. He notices what hand you use to hold your phone. He memorizes every expression you make as your mind drifts off, lulled by the machinery of the train.

But looking from afar only satisfies him for so long and he finds himself creeping closer to you, adjusting where he sits to be closer to your preferred corner of the train. He always tells himself just a little closer, but it’s never enough. And although he’s now standing right beside you, close enough to see every eyelash, every pore of your skin, it’s still not enough. He needs to hear your voice, feel your body against his, know everything about you inside and out.

He understands the irony of the situation he’s found himself in, reminiscing on how Hanamaki and him had gagged at how disgusting men could be as they watched older businessmen grope and grab at poor unwilling female passengers on their way to and from school. He knows how wrong it is, how like an uninspired porno this is, but when the train conveniently rattles, he jostles his body into yours, “accidentally” bumping into you.

Acting isn’t Matsukawa’s forte, but he thinks he damn well deserves an award for the performance he’s putting on as he profusely apologizes to you, hiding the groan of satisfaction he feels from the brief contact he’d had with you, from the way your attention is solely focused on him, from the way your voice seeps into his ears like the loveliest melody he’s ever heard. He doesn’t even know what he’s saying, meaningless small and polite talk leaving his lips as his mind focuses on what’s more important, mentally recording every syllable and movement you make as you continue conversing with him. But whatever words are spilling out of him seem to be working and something hungry and possessive stirs in him when your face lights up as you board the train the next day, making a beeline towards where he stands as you cheerfully greet him.

Maybe it’s foolish of you to so easily trust and warm up to a complete stranger. But he’s tall, attractive, and interesting, which is more than you can say for most of the men you’ve met and your friends and family are always telling you to put yourself out there more. Is there really much of a difference between finding a random stranger on the countless dating apps you’ve installed versus connecting with one in person? You’d even argue that there’s something whimsically romantic about how the two of you met, even though you don’t know for sure if this is really going to lead to anything. But at the very least, your daily commute becomes more exciting.

You’re everything and more compared to what Matsukawa had imagined and if he thought he was infatuated with you before, he’s completely and utterly obsessed with you now. You’re all he can think of, all he can see in his mind’s eye, even hours after you’ve parted ways on your morning commute, even as he lays in bed in the middle of the night. And as his hand slips underneath the hem of his boxers, wrapping around his aching cock to his imaginations of what you’d look like writhing underneath him, how you’d sound moaning his name, he knows he needs to have you.

After all, as pretty as a meal can be, it’s ultimate purpose is to be devoured.

You giggle when the train shakes and you feel a long toned body shift into yours, squishing you against the wall you’re leaning against, sighing in bliss at how right, how good it feels to be in Matsukawa’s embrace even if it is just for a fleeting moment, a little accident all too common on jam packed trains. But your face heats when you continue feeling his warmth, when his body seems to press even further into you until you can feel the expanse of his body against yours, not even an inch of space left between you.

“Matsukawa-”

Your words are caught off by a gasp as Matsukawa buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent, lips and tongue mouthing and licking the sensitive skin there. You’re confused, scared, and aroused, hands reaching up to clutch at the lapels of Matsukawa’s suit, unsure whether to hold him tight to you or push him away. And your humiliation only increases when a nearby elderly couple scowls at the two of you in disdain, clearly unamused by the scandalous gestures of what they believe to be a young couple in love.

Yet you can’t help how your heart beats faster, wondering if this is proof of Matsukawa’s attraction to you, wondering if your hidden feelings for him are returned. But this isn’t the time or place for that conversation and you fervently whisper in his ear, begging him to stop, telling him people are watching.

“Is that the only reason you want me to stop? Because people are watching?”

You grow flustered at the implied meaning of his words, shame filling you at how much you’re enjoying this, hating how your neck arches for more attention as he straightens up once more, his body hiding yours from view as he stands in front of you, still pinning you to the wall.

“Better be as still and quiet as you can, sweetheart.”

You don’t have time to register his words before your mouth opens in a pathetic whine as a calloused hand trails under the hem of your shirt, sliding across the stretch of your stomach, mapping your torso before finally shoving your bra above the swell of your breasts, kneading one of your mounds, tweaking and swirling around your hardening nipple. It feels so good and you almost succumb right then and there, lost in the predatory lustful gaze he pins you with.

But when the train makes its next stop, the conductor’s voice jars you from your trance and you clutch at Matsukawa’s forearm, silently pleading for him to stop with desperate eyes despite the way you quietly mewl when he just quirks an eyebrow and pinches your nipple in retaliation.

“We can’t- We shouldn’t-”

Your hand trembles, jaw going slack when he slides one thigh between your legs, digging his hard muscles into that already dripping hole only protected by the fabric of your pants.

“You’re not very convincing. How about we play a game? If you can tell me you don’t want this without moaning like a bitch in heat, I’ll stop.”

There’s no room for disagreement as he abruptly begins grinding his thigh into your aching cunt, flexing and relaxing his muscle in a pattern and rhythm you can’t keep up with. It takes every last bit of will power in you to not wantonly ride his leg and hump against him like the lewd slut he had just accused you of being.

“I don’t want-”

You cry out in agonized pleasure as his fingers still hovering near your breasts begin to roll your nipples between calloused tips, his thigh never losing its momentum. And under the dual points of attack, your resistance crumbles. Matsukawa’s eyes widen in awe as you bounce and roll your hips against his leg, hiding your face in his chest as you try to muffle the lewd sounds slipping past your lips in the fabric of his jacket.

You’re gorgeous like this, a needy, lustful mess. But as much as he loves to see you suffer so beautifully, there’s only so much time before your stop and he decides to have mercy on you, to reward you for being so honest, so good for him. Your face snaps up to stare at him with pupils blown wide as his hand reaches underneath the waistband of your pants and panties. He groans when his fingers are instantly soaked in your arousal, your panties sticky with your fluids and his digits slip inside of your tight wet heat with no resistance at all.

He wants nothing more than to push the pesky fabric out of the way and lay you bare for his viewing pleasure, to have easy access to thrust in and out of you. But he’ll save that for another day. Instead his fingers slip out of you, tips circling your swollen clit, rubbing your sensitive bundle of nerves as you resume humping his leg, body trembling, drool beginning to trickle from your lips as you frantically chase your end. And as the train stops once more, passengers trickling in and out, you silently scream, body convulsing as he brings you over the edge, pleasure washing over you and leaving you exhausted as you shiver and slump in his arms that are quick to embrace you and hold you steady as the train begins to move again.

You submissively let his fingers coated in your essence enter your mouth, obediently sucking and licking him clean, finding strange comfort in the action as you remain rested against him. But you keen in confusion, cheeks still hollowed as you mindlessly continue sucking while he guides one of your hands to the bulge in his pants.

But although Matsukawa is a man of few words, his desire is clear despite the silence and your face heats in embarrassment as he unbuttons his trousers, bringing your hand to the waistband of his boxers, dark eyes expectantly staring down at you. You shouldn’t. You really shouldn’t. Not when you can literally hear the other passengers surrounding the two of you, only Matsukawa’s tall frame hiding your illicit activity. But your body has a mind of its own and you greedily slip under the fabric barrier, moaning around his fingers at how large, hot, and heavy he is in your hands.

You hate how badly you want to see it, to feel it inside you, splitting you apart. Your pussy clenches, leaking in interest once again despite having just found blissful release mere minutes ago as your hands curiously trail up and down the shaft, trying to memorize how every bit of it feels against your skin, trying to visualize what it looks like. But you whimper as Matsukawa finally pulls his fingers free from your mouth, squeezing your jaw and giving you a warning look.

“Don’t tease me, doll.”

Your fingers wrap around the length and it’s your turn to stare up at Matsukawa with eyes full of hunger and awe as you watch his Adam’s apple swallow, as you feel a pleased groan reverberate in his chest with every stroke of your hand. Up and down. Up and down. Your hands are slick with pre-cum and you know it’s just your imagination, but you swear you can hear the lewd wet sounds of his sticky essence coating his shaft with every movement of your palm against the velvety skin. You’re so mesmerized, so lost in the experience that you startle when something hot and thick spurts onto your hand, mixing with his pre-cum, making an even bigger mess of his boxers and you.

You stare stunned at the hand you pull out from between his legs, gazing at the white and transparent fluids that coat your flesh. But before you can even think about wiping it off or scavenging around for a spare napkin or paper in your bag, a large hand grabs your wrist and brings your stained fingers to your mouth. You try to resist him, the spell he had you under broken now that the haze of lust isn’t blinding you. But his grip tightens until you wince and finally relent, stomach churning in disgust and shame as you tentatively lick at the bitter liquid.

He doesn’t release you, not until every last drop is coating the inside of your mouth, his taste heavy in your mouth, seemingly in every crevice of your orifice, your hand completely clean and void of your sinful interaction.

You want to hate him. You want to wipe the smug satisfied look clean off his face. But as you readjust your disheveled clothing, you’re reminded of your own body’s betrayal, your own carnal desire and pleasure, by the uncomfortable mess in between your legs. And all you can do is silently stand there and pretend that nothing has happened as Matsukawa nonchalantly tucks himself in and checks his phone.

There’s an uncomfortable silence as you wait for him to acknowledge what has just happened, only to be disappointed as he doesn’t even spare you another glance, too observed in the glowing screen in his hand. You wonder if this was just a one time thing, if he had been stringing you along all this time for one quick public tryst. And you hate the way that thought makes your chest hurt, hate how much you dislike the idea of never seeing him again, never talking to him again, never feeling and tasting him again.

But as the train pulls into his stop, your eyes widen when his face hovers by your ear, lips grazing your lobe as his voice melts into your soul.

“Wear a dress or skirt tomorrow. No panties or bra.”

He laughs as surprise turns into an endearing scowl that barely hides the apparent relief in your eyes and he just casually waves farewell as you send him on his way with a tirade of angry words about his fucking audacity. But it’s all empty heat and he chuckles at the self-conscious embarrassment written all over your face when he sees you the next morning, a pretty dress fluttering around your knees.

There’s no preamble, no pretense of what’s about to happen and he smirks in appreciation at the unobstructed feeling of skin against skin as he slips his hand under your skirt, not an inch of fabric covering the treasure at the apex of your thighs.

#haikyuu smut #matsukawa smut #yandere matsukawa #yandere haikyuu #matsukawa x reader #haikyuu x reader #tw: yandere #tw: noncon #tw: dubcon

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no-pucks-given · 4 years ago

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MATTHEW TKACHUK | KEEP QUIET

A/N: There we are again after some lovely writer’s block! Just want to thank @chicagoblackhawkslover96 for keeping me sane through out this and telling me it will be okay. You’re a lifesaver. Also this imagine wouldn’t have been here without Taylor and her amazing requests, so thank you as well! This one is for you, love. @joshy-anderson17

Warnings: Oral (female receiving), public sex, unprotected sex, some swear words.

Summary: This is pure smut. Confiscated panties, a team dinner, a whole lot of sexual frustration and an empty restroom. You thought you had the upper hand this whole evening, but Matthew is always two steps ahead of you.

Word Count: 5.2K

Requested: Yes.

Annual team dinner, there are worse ways to spend your Friday evening. You don’t mind them at all, it’s a great opportunity to catch up with the guys and their girls while also enjoying great food and some entertainment. You just got out of the shower when you stumbled on Matthew, who was already dressed up and ready to go. “I’m not late, am I?” you ask him, even though you were sure you had all the time you needed to get ready.

He chuckles, knowing your fixation on being on time, he’s pretty sure you’ve never been late in your life. Never. “Nah, you aren’t. Take your time,” Matthew answers, his eyes locked on your body. He sits down on the bed, making sure he has the best view possible. You playfully roll your eyes at the way he openly gawks at your body, knowing it will rile him up, knowing it will get a reaction out of him. But Matthew stays surprisingly quiet, he simply stares at you unimpressed, an eyebrow raised.

Shrugging off his reaction, or lack of reaction, you continue to get ready, completely forgetting that Matthew is in the room as well. It isn’t until you try to pull on your panties you notice his presence again. His body presses against your back, his fingers brush over your arms, until he reaches your hands. His hands cover yours, gently tugging your underwear back down again. “Matthew, come on,” you whine. “I need to get ready.”

His lips brush over your shoulder, sending goosebumps all over your body. His lips brush against your ear. “You do need to get ready, but you won’t be needing any panties tonight,” he mutters against the shell of your ear, his teeth grazing your earlobe. His words catch you by surprise, although you can’t help the shiver of desire that runs through your body.

“But I do, I can’t go out without panties, Matthew.”

Matthew chuckles from behind you, before picking up your panties and throwing them on the bed. “Should’ve thought about that before you rolled your eyes at me, baby girl. Now go on, get ready, we don’t want to be late,” he says, lightly smacking your ass before he sits back down on the bed, a pleased grin plastered on his face. It doesn’t go unnoticed by you that your panties disappear into the pocket of his jacket, weird.

Just as you finish your makeup Matthew’s voice catches your attention again. “Ready to go?” he asks, coming up behind you. He wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you back against his chest. You catch his eye in the mirror, nodding your head at him. He smirks at you, his hand sliding from your waist towards your neck. His fingers wrap lightly around your throat, his eyes dark with desire. God, this is going to be a long night. You keep your eyes on Matthew’s, until he tilts your head and presses his lips on yours. “You look fucking amazing, such a shame we actually have to leave the house tonight.”

You can’t help the laugh that escapes, you know he’d rather spend his time here instead of going to a team dinner with guys he sees almost every day. “Come on, Matty. It will be fun,” you say, gently nudging him with your elbow. You tilt your head at him, a mischievous look in his eyes, that cocky smirk you love so much plastered on his face. If there’s one thing you know for sure it’s that Matthew has something up his sleeve tonight.

“Oh, I’m sure it will be fun.”

See? He’s definitely up to something, and if your missing panties are any clue of how tonight will go, you better prepare yourself. His words play over and over in your mind, during the walk to the car, even during the drive to the restaurant. Halfway through the drive you find out exactly why it was so convenient for Matthew to take away your panties, why he was so smug about this whole thing. As usual his hand is on your thigh, a habit, something that happens during every drive. Honestly Matthew has his hand on you 90% of the time, so you aren’t suspicious at all.

Well, you aren’t at first, but when his hand slowly moves up towards the hem of your dress you sure as hell have your suspicions on where this is going. His hand slips under your dress and you can’t help the way you open up your legs for him, giving him more room to work with. He doesn’t move his hand any further, keeping you on edge, unsure of what comes next. His fingers brush over your skin so lightly, barely touching at all, however it leaves behind a need. A need only Matthew can help you with right now. The smug grin on his face tells you he knows exactly what he’s doing to you.

“All you have to do is ask, baby girl. You know that.”

“Please, Matthew,” you beg, his featherlight touches leaving you wanting more, needing more.

Matthew, seemingly pleased with your words, trails his hand higher up your thigh, all the while keeping his eyes on the road ahead. His fingertips brush over your core, a gasp leaving your mouth. You see his smirk in the corner of your eyes, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. His fingers slide through your folds, drenching themselves in your wetness. “Always so ready for me, aren’t you?” Matthew muses, toying with your entrance.

You’ve barely nodded your head at him when he pushes two digits inside of you, engulfing himself in your warmth. His words, his teasing makes you so weak for him, so responsive to his touch. Matthew moves his fingers inside of you, curling them just the right way, his thumb pressing on your clit. All the pent up frustrations from this evening, the sexual tension almost suffocating you, brings you faster and faster to the edge. The situation you’re in, the dress you’re wearing, the thought of other drivers seeing you, only spurs you on to come, fast.

You can feel your orgasm approaching, so close, so freaking close. So close, when Matthew pulls his fingers out of you, leaving you empty and needy behind. “Too bad we’re already at our destination.” Your eyes shoot to his, the confusion and disappointment clearly written all over your face. Matthew chuckles, taking in your ravishing appearance, before slipping his fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean. “Better luck next time, baby,” he says, sending you a wicked wink and opening his door to get out.

He opens your door, holding out his hand for you to grab. “You’re a bastard, you know that, right?” you tell him, although you’re fighting to keep the smile off your face. If this is the game he wants to play? Fine, but boy, he better make sure he’s ready to follow through.

The evening seems to be going well, just as expected it’s been lovely catching up with the guys and their girls. You find yourself enthralled by the stories Jacob is telling you about Sweden. You’ve always wanted to go there one day, perhaps it’s time to convince Matthew to come with you in the offseason. Jacob shares his favourite memories of the country, places you should definitely visit and food you definitely should stay clear off.

You aren’t surprised at all to feel Matthew’s hand creep up your thigh during your conversation with Jacob. It isn’t uncommon for him to have his hand on your thigh, on your knee, anywhere on your legs, but you know it’s different this time. The unspoken words, the promises made earlier this evening still float through your mind. This didn’t end in the car, it only started there and you’re planning on finishing it here. Although.. Maybe you’re planning on taking home a bit of this sizzling sexual frustration as well.

His fingers brush your skin just under the hem of your dress, even though it’s a move you expected him to make it still makes your breathing hitch in your throat. No matter what, no matter where you are, his touch will always leave a burning need behind, especially in a setting like this. There’s a reason the two of you go together like pieces of the same puzzle, it’s like both your mind and body speaks the same language as Matthew’s. Every single cell is in tune with his, it’s almost like they’ve been playing this game longer than the years you’ve known Matthew. It’s like they’ve done this before, maybe in another lifetime.

When his knuckle brushes over your sensitive skin you remember your task, the promise you made yourself. It’s time to play with Matty, instead of getting played with. You cross your legs, knocking his hand out of the way. The low grumble from Matthew doesn’t slip past you, you try to fight the smile that threatens to break through by the annoyance in his voice. You place your hand on his thigh, almost getting distracted by the muscles flexing underneath your touch. Leaning forward to grab the pepper from further along the table, your breasts swiftly brush his arm.

The way his body tenses up tells you how aware he is of you, how aware he is of your body this close to him. You can’t help but slide your hand further up his thigh, over the admirable bulge in his pants. Although, who are you trying to kid? This was the plan all along, play with him like he plays with you, until he can’t take any more. His sharp intake of breath, his eyes shooting to yours, the surprise clearly written all over his handsome face. Giving him an innocent smile you gently rub his growing erection through his pants.

It takes him a minute to switch back to the Matty you’re trying to lure out. His eyes turn to slits, his mouth curving up into that famous smirk. He leans in, while his hand joins yours under the table, pressing down onto his crotch, hard. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, baby.” His voice is nothing more than a rough whisper against the shell of your ear. A challenge, a dare to either quit before it gets out of hand or push through and show him what you’re made of. He should’ve known better, you’re never one to back down from a challenge. You’re one to grab life by the balls, maybe this time literally.

“Oh, don’t worry, Matty. I’m planning on finishing this,” you say, squeezing his erection through his suit pants again. Matthew tries to hide his groan behind a cough, catching the attention of his teammates around him. “Careful, baby. Don’t want you to choke on something.” As soon as the words leave your mouth you burst out laughing.

Matthew’s hand finds the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him again. His lips against your ear, his breathing the only thing on your mind, until he finally speaks. “If you don’t watch that pretty mouth, I’ll give you something to choke on, baby girl,” he whispers against your ear.

With your hand still on his crotch you turn your head to whisper in his ear. Fuck, this isn’t something you say out loud, this definitely isn’t something you talk about in a busy restaurant surrounded by your boyfriend’s teammates. “You want me to watch my mouth or put my mouth to good use, Matty? You know.. All you have to do is ask.” You grin at him as you throw his own words back at him. You sure as hell haven’t forgotten about that stunt he pulled in the car. That was just mean, even for him.

Matthew’s grip on the back of your neck tightens, forcing you to turn your head again. “Apparently you can’t watch your mouth, so I’m going to give you two options. Choose carefully.” His voice is barely a whisper against your ear. Maybe you’ve pushed too far, maybe you should’ve watched your mouth when he asked you to. But what’s the fun in that? You nod your head at him, bracing yourself for the possibility you aren’t going to like any of his options.

“You can either get up and walk that sweet ass of yours into the closest restroom or you can keep that hand on my dick until I can’t take it any longer and fuck you right here on the table for everyone to see. Your choice, baby girl,” he whispers.

Your eyes almost pop out of your head when you hear your choices. Slowly, so slowly you move your head to the side and look him in the eyes. Matthew is looking awfully content with your state of shock, his body relaxed back into the chair, almost lazily. “You wouldn’t dare,” you say softly, trying to keep your voice low enough so the others don’t hear your conversation.

Matthew raises an eyebrow at you in challenge, his signature smirk obviously plastered on his face. “Try me. Fucking try me, y/n.”

You can’t, you can’t possibly take that dare. You aren’t sure he’d do it, but you also aren’t sure he won’t do it. Is that a risk you’re willing to take? Probably not. The prospect of his teammates and their girls seeing something that intimate doesn’t sound that appealing to you. The first option however turns you on more and more the longer you think about it. You sneak a peek at Matthew, who’s still watching you with the same expression. He know it, he fucking knows how much the idea of him fucking you in the restroom turns you on. You fell for your own game. Well played, Matty. Well played.

“Fine. Fine, asshole,” you mutter, while turning around to face Jacob and excuse yourself. At some point you were having a conversation with him, although you can’t exactly remember what you talked about last. It doesn’t matter anyway, because Jacob simply smiles at you and nods his head, before Matthew picks up the conversation like they were talking all evening. You shake your head at Matthew, he really is something else. His eyes find yours, a dark, promising look behind them. That exact look makes you turn around and find your way to the closest restroom a little faster, excitement rushing through your veins.

You stand in front of the restrooms, trying to decide which one to pick. You should go into the women’s, but what about Matthew? He can’t be there. What the actual hell, you’re going to fuck in the restroom, it probably doesn’t matter whether you do that in the women’s or the men’s restroom. It’s wrong either way. Deciding to wait for Matty outside seems like the better option right now, it won’t take him long to get here. If you know him as well as you think you do, he’s as eager as you are. Maybe even more.

You lock eyes with him the moment he comes into view, the dark, smoldering look still on his face. A face full of promises, dirty fucking promises. “Any of these free?” he asks before he even reaches you. You shrug your shoulders, not knowing whether or not there are still people in there. “Don’t fucking care, need to be inside of you now.” Matthew grabs your hand, pulling you behind him and into the men’s restroom.

The moment the door closes he’s on you. Pushing you up against the door, his lips crushing yours, his tongue invading your awaiting mouth. You moan against him, you’ve waited on this moment all evening. All evening he was all you could think about, his touch, his lips, his tongue, his cock. “I need you, Matty,” you mumble against his lips.

A strangled groan leaves his throat, his hands grip the hem of your dress, pulling it up over your ass. “Fuck, baby,” Matthew groans as his hands squeeze your bare cheeks. “Should make you go out without panties more often.” His mouth finds yours again, tongues dancing around each other, hands roaming every inch of skin they can reach.

His hands move down, hoisting you up by the back of your thighs. Matthew walks over to the counter, sitting you down on top of it. Before you can say anything he drops down onto his knees in front of you, his arms around your thighs as he pulls you to the edge of the counter. He spreads your thighs with his hands, his face lighting up like a kid in a candy store, a man looking at his favourite meal. “You’re definitely not allowed to wear panties anymore, fucking hell,” he groans as he comes face-to-face with your glistening pussy. An evening full of teasing and edging made sure you’re so ready, so fucking ready for him.

Your hand finds his curls, tugging at the strands. “Matthew, please. Please, just fuck me. I need you,” you moan out the moment his tongue makes contact with your core. You don’t need foreplay, fuck. This whole evening has been full of foreplay. You need him inside of you, you need to feel him buried balls deep inside of you. That’s what you need.

Matthew chuckles against your core. “Always so impatient, huh? Give me an orgasm and I’ll make sure you get my cock a second later.” His lips latch onto your clit, sucking the bundle of nerves into his mouth. His fingers digging into your thighs to keep you from squirming underneath him. “Better make it quick, baby girl,” he mutters, delving back into eating you out like a starved man.

His fingers join his mouth, pushing two digits into your drenched entrance. His wicked mouth combined with his skilled fingers drives you absolutely nuts. You’ve been on edge all evening, especially after that denied orgasm in the car. All you need is that last push, that last missing piece of the puzzle to shatter around his fingers and come all over his mouth. The sight of him in front of you on his knees, his blonde curls between your spread thighs is your final straw. You slap your hand over your mouth to keep you from screaming out, a muffled form of his name echoes throughout the restroom, your thighs closing around Matthew’s head, while your hand tangled in his curls keeps him as close as possible.

Before you even have the chance to come down from your high, Matthew pulls you off the counter and turns you around. Your hips hit the counter, his hand pushes your chest down. You’re barely capable of keeping yourself upright, your legs still feeling like jelly after that intense orgasm, thankfully Matthew’s hand on your hip keeps you in place. You have no idea when he had the time to unbuckle his belt and get his cock out, because barely a second later he’s buried inside of you. You moan out at the sensation of him inside of you, finally.

“This is going to be quick and hard, okay?” Matthew rasps out as he picks up his pace. You almost forgot you’re in the restroom of a busy restaurant, at some point people are going to notice your absence. You nod your head at him, while Matthew fists your hair in one hand, the other one still tightly gripping your hip. “Look at me and fucking keep quiet.”

Your eyes lock on his through the mirror, biting down on your bottom lip to keep you from moaning out. His curls are a mess, even more than usual, his eyes dark with desire. As always his smirk is right there on his lips, although the faster he thrusts his hips, the more his smirk falters. He’s a sight for sore eyes, you’d almost come from just looking at him, almost.

His thrusts are fast, almost punishing, just as he promised you. The sound of skin on skin slapping reverberates through the restroom. You try, you try so hard to keep quiet, but you can’t. Not with the way he fucks you, fast, deep, rough. It’s too much, all you can do is hold on for dear life while Matthew fucks you. The way he hits all the right spots, stretching you so right. Balancing on the fine line between pain and pleasure, although pleasure definitely seems to be winning here. It’s just right, so right. At this point you don’t even care if someone hears you, you’re too far gone.

“Keep quiet, don’t want anyone to hear those pretty sounds you make,” Matthew groans from behind you, his hips never faltering in their punishing pace. He tightens his grip on your hair, slightly tugging on the strands to give him something to hold on to while he picks up his pace a notch.

You’re trying, but it seems like you can’t keep quiet anymore. He’s doing too much to you, his thrust hitting the right places, the places that get a reaction out of you. You’ve never been one to keep quiet, you never had to be quiet before. The one time you need to be, you can’t. “I can’t, I can’t,” you cry out, it’s too much, too fucking much. You hear him curse from behind you before the hand tangled in your hair moves to your face. His large hand clamps over your mouth, keeping the noises you make to an absolute minimum.

Matthew lets out an appreciative quiet moan at the sight before him. “Better, huh?” He knows you’re too far gone to answer him, and even if you could he still has his hand clamped firmly over your mouth. “Need you to come for me, baby girl. Need you to give me your orgasm,” he groans against your ear.

He’s so close, so close to his own release, but he won’t allow himself to orgasm before you do. It’s always like that, you come first. No matter what, no matter how many times he denies you throughout the day, you’ll always be the first one to come. It’s something he can’t seem to shake off, not that you’re complaining. Fuck no, the moment you start complaining about orgasm is the moment there’s something wrong.

The hand that just a second ago held a firm grip on your hip slips between your legs, instantly finding your clit. His fingers circle over the bundle of nerves, your breath hitching behind Matthew’s hand. You feel your orgasm approaching, a tingling feeling at the back of your spine, slowly taking over every single nerve ending. It’s like your on fire, lightning thundering through your veins. “Come on. Come for me.” You’re pretty sure you hear Matthew’s voice somewhere behind you, but you’re not even sure right now.

So fucking lost in chasing that orgasm, reaching the abyss of wonder. It’s his fingers pinching your clit, a last thrust of his hips in just the right place that has you undone. Crying out his name through a symphony of moans and whimpers. It’s a damn good thing his hand is still over your mouth. Even now, even with his hand clamped shut over your mouth you’re pretty sure people could hear you. You don’t care though, you’ve never felt like this. You’ve never felt this alive.

Matthew’s orgasm follows right after yours. He can’t take it any longer, not with the way your pussy clamps down on his cock, not with the way you pulse around him, not with the way you’re looking at him through the mirror. You feel the stutter in his rhythm, his breathing erratic. One, two thrusts and he’s done for. His hips stutter against you, burying himself deep inside of you as he blows his load, coating you in his seed. His teeth dig into the soft patch between your neck and shoulder, anything to muffle the sounds he’s making, anything to make that strangled groan leaving his lips more silent. It’s a lost cause, his groan echoes throughout the restroom.

He drops his head against your shoulder as he tries to catch his breath. “Fucking hell, y/n,” he whispers, slowly dropping his hand from your mouth. “Fucking. Hell. You’re something else.” His hand brushes your hair out of your face, his thumb softly brushing over your cheek.

You let out a laugh at his praise. You’re something else? No way, he is. “That was intense, Matty,” you say, slightly whimpering as he gently slips out of you. He kisses your shoulder before backing up, giving you room to stand up again. Your legs wobble after two intense orgasms. “We should be heading back, people are going to notice our absence.”

Matthew nods at your observation, eyes still focused on the mess he made between your legs, the mess that’s slowly dripping down your legs. “Either clean that up or let me get you the fuck out of here,” he groans, rubbing his hand over his face. “You’re looking too good like this, too good to just go back to our table, too good to not take back home right now.” His hand reaches out to grab your face, lips crashing on yours, his tongue roughly making its way into your mouth.

You moan against his mouth, your hands pushing down your dress again. You’re not going to bother cleaning up the mess he made, the mess you both made. You’ve known Matthew for so long, you know him like the back of your hand. Even though he’s offering to take you back to the group and finish dinner, you know he won’t. Unless you told him to, but you won’t and he knows that, he’s counting on it. It’s like you said before, two pieces of the same puzzle. There’s a reason you work out perfectly together, this is one of them. “Then take me home, Matty. Take me home and show me whatever it is that you’ve got on your mind,” you whisper against his mouth as soon as you break the kiss.

His smirk is all you need to see to know you’ve been right. He does have more planned for this evening, there’s no way he’s done now. Matthew likes to take his time, likes to make you beg. This barely scratches the surface of everything that’s Matty. You’re in for a long night, you know it and you love it. “Take me home,” you say again, tugging at his messy curls.

Your hands reach out to zip him back up, it’s almost like nothing happened a few minutes ago. Almost. You turn around to wash your hands when the door to the restroom opens. Your head shoots to the side, eyes locked on the stranger in the door opening. “Uhm, uhh. I’m sorry? I’ll give you a minute,” the stranger mumbles before turning around and closing the door behind him.

You slowly turn around to Matthew, who surprise, surprise wears a smirk on his face. “You didn’t lock the door behind you. You’re telling me anyone could’ve walked in when you were buried balls deep inside of me?” you ask him, pointing a finger at him in accusation.

Matthew grabs your hand, pulling your forward into his arms. His mouth brushes against your ear. “You’re telling me this didn’t turn you on to no end? You’re telling me the thrill of being caught doesn’t make your pussy wet?” he whispers against your ear. You shudder against him, making Matthew chuckle. It’s all he needed to know. “That’s what I thought, baby girl.”

Shortly after he pulls you out of the restroom and back into the restaurant. You’re trying to act normal, but you’re pretty sure the postorgasm bliss is still clearly written all over your face. Even if it isn’t, your messy hair is a giveaway of what just happened in the restroom. Matthew stops at the end of the table, clearing his throat. “Sorry guys, I’m taking y/n home. She isn’t feeling very well, might be something in the food here,” he says, throwing his arm over your shoulders and pulling you close. You give them all a small smile, nodding at Matthew’s words.

There sounds a bunch of ‘get well soon’ and ‘see you later’ around the table, before you say your own goodbyes, telling them to enjoy the rest of their evening. However Johnny smirks before he leans forward and catches your attention. “Sure sounded like she had a rough time in there,” he says, the smirk on his face turning into a grin when he hears your groan of embarrassment.

Matthew is sharper than you thought he would’ve been. “Shut the fuck up, Johnny,” he says, smacking his friend on the back of his head. “Eat your food, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Johnny’s laugh sounds throughout the restaurant as you both walk away. You can’t help turning around underneath Matthew’s arm and flipping Johnny the bird, which only makes him laugh harder.

You intertwine your fingers with his, squeezing them tightly. “I’m curious though,” you start, catching Matthew’s attention. His eyebrows raise in question, a low encouraging sound leaving his throat. "Why did you take my panties before we left?" You can't help but wonder why he did that. It doesn't make sense to you at all. Is it some kind of reminder that you weren't wearing any panties? You're pretty sure he did not need a reminder for that.

“He sure has some nerve,” you mumble the moment you step outside and into the cold night. “It wasn’t that obvious, right?” You chuckle at your own question, because yeah it was.

“Don’t worry, babe. I’ll make sure he regrets ever making that comment,” Matthew chuckles, his knuckles brushing over your cheek. You roll your eyes at him, sometimes he’s such a caveman. Although the fact that he’ll do that for you warms your heart.

Matthew chuckles, pulling you close to his side as you make your way over to the car. "To stuff them in your pretty mouth if you didn't shut the fuck up." Matthew shrugs his shoulders, while your head snaps to him, eyes wide in shock. Your gasp makes him laugh out loud, squeezing you even tighter against his side. "But looking back my hand did the job as well. We'll keep your panties for another time."

"You're absolutely crazy, Matty. Absolutely crazy," you laugh, shaking your head softly at your boyfriend. He's something else, that's for sure. But never, never would you trade him for someone who’s less crazy. Normal is boring, normal is overrated. Wicked, wicked is the way you want it, wicked is the way you love it.

"But you love it, don't you, baby girl?"

"That I do, that I do, Matty," you laugh again, pulling him towards the car by his hand.

The night has only just begun.

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Absolute Zero by jitterati

Pathologically solitary academic Chu Wanning left behind a life of research to enlist with the Pan-Pacific Defense Corps Jaeger team when giant monsters began to emerge from the Pacific ocean, eager to leave his personal entanglements behind him and join humanity's collective battle against the threat of extinction.

His goal is to build an artificial intelligence that will allow a pilot to operate a Jaeger mech solo - eliminating the need for pilot compatibility and the mortifying ordeal of being totally known by another person, a "neurological handshake" known colloquially as the drift.

He didn't expect his former students to follow him all the way to front line of the war against the kaiju.

Featuring lots of side character interaction, pining, yearning, questions on the nature of personhood, friendship between jerks, people coping badly with loss, snarky AI, and giant robots. Illustrations by Saika & Daru

Husky and his White Kitten Disciple by JustAMoon123

Within a lonely heart, the seeds of hatred start to grow.

-A 2ha Age and Role-Reversal AU.-

NOTE: This Story is Now E Rated!

[Before meeting Chu Wanning, Mo Ran had drawn his power exclusively from the Wood side of his dual Spiritual Root, and his Qi had always glowed green.

Now, only when in battle did it do so, with Bugui’s blade encased in a tyrannical green light.

Outside of battle, like when he set barriers of warmth; or made Crystal Butterflies to tease golden flowers; or cast a small array to keep a box of food warm, his Qi manifested with a gentle red glow.

Mo Ran’s Wood was destructive, while his Fire was protective.

Ah, Mo Weiyu, Mo Weiyu. Even your power betrays you.]

Burn, Pine, and Perish by moonqueenmaia

It’s been two days since Taxian-Jun’s last visit, and Mo Ran hasn’t touched Chu Wanning at all, beyond gentle and fleeting caresses. Chu Wanning decides to take matters into his own hands by surprising Mo Ran when he comes back to their home after a trip down the mountain.

it's no coincidence (it's a kitty-incidence) by lanzhan (gothguk)

There’s a white cat lounging in the middle of Mo Ran's bed.

to touch you with bare hands (even if it burns) by moonqueenmaia

Chu Wanning is a renowned professor of mechanical engineering at Sisheng Peak University. Beautiful, lonely, and talented beyond belief, he has spent his 32 years mostly by himself, silently and secretly yearning for affection and companionship. Yet Chu Wanning has resolved to himself that he will spend the rest of his life alone, no matter his hidden fantasies.

Enter Taxian-jun, an unruly, arrogant, and struggling student, fiery and domineering, who comes in and shatters the calm of Chu Wanning's life. They enter into an agreement, both burying their feelings underneath a storm of lust and lies. Yet amidst it all, something deeper may be helplessly and slowly blooming.

It is up to them to cultivate it, or destroy it for good.

cursed by devilsoupe

Chu Wanning and his disciples are sent to investigate an abandoned village, and Chu Wanning is hit with a curse.

Mo Ran was determined to treat his shizun respectfully in this life, but what choice does he have?

liar liar cock on fire by lofikv

I (32M) walked in on my roommate (23M) masturbating in our living room. Ever since then I couldn't erase the image of his penis in my mind but I found a sex toy online that is almost as big as him, so I bought it and tried it on myself so that I can imagine how he would feel inside me. I have also been romantically attracted to him ever since we started living together. How can I cope with this?

UPDATE: He caught me in the middle of an emergency.

(Absolute) Unit 311 by devilsoupe

Chu Wanning doesn't have a soulmark.

Neither does Mo Ran.

ducks entering highway by Sectionladvivi

Mo Ran finds out his well-respected, MILF-coded, tears-of-angels-tight-ass robotics professor moonlights as an erotic novelist. He immediately leverages this knowledge for an opportunity to play tonsil hockey.

to yearn by devilsoupe

Chu Wanning starts to cough up flowers. Taxian-Jun is angry. Chu Wanning is not allowed to die pining for someone else.

When it starts happening again in his second life, Mo Ran knows enough to worry.

from blossom to blossom to impossible blossom by Wildehack (tyleet)

Taxian Jun is the victim of a flower curse.

sticky fingers by fakeplasticlily

The man tosses the towel unceremoniously back at Mo Ran’s chest, like he’s personally offended by it. And the fact that his hands had just been all over said chest barely minutes earlier, maybe. “Please pack a box of egg tarts with extra custard filling, a box of red bean paste buns with extra syrup, a rice pudding with extra candied fruit garnish, and a box of osmanthus cakes with extra sweet pear jam.” Mo Ran’s eyes grow progressively wider as he lists the items. It’s him. Not the suburban mother of four, not the elderly guy dealing with a midlife crisis, but quite possibly the hottest guy he’s ever seen. Who also happens to have the highest sugar tolerance Mo Ran has seen in a human being in his two years of running this bakery.

Hard to Love The Lonely Night by bloodsongs

Chu Wanning glares up at him, adjusting his women’s robes. “Still, why couldn’t you have been the wife instead?”

Coughing politely, Mo Ran looks to the side, avoiding his gaze. “Shizun’s skills with the illusion barrier far surpass this humble disciple’s, and, well…”

He doesn’t need to complete his sentence—it’s infuriating, but Mo Ran is now taller than him, broader than him, larger than him. Very much so. The young sapling he raised in Sisheng Peak is now a full-fledged tree, a man built like the mountains Chu Wanning has seen in his travels.

Chu Wanning and Mo Ran pretend to be a married couple visiting a small mountain town to investigate some suspicious disappearances. Mini Canon AU casefic. Contains spoilers up to Chapter 130 or so of the novel.

Purple Ink by jeejaschocolate

Chu Wanning is a robotics engineer who lives a life of isolation and loneliness, only partially due to his chronic illness. Eventually he gets so sick that he requires the help of a full-time medical assistant.

Of course, these days, all those jobs are given to CyberLife androids.

Chu Wanning resents the android they give him. From his fiery eyes to his long black hair, to his incomparable tenderness and consideration for Wanning’s feelings.

He resents him. All the way until he falls in love with him.

Fallen Flowers in Swallows' Nests by bloodsongs

You deserve better—I refuse to disrespect you ever again. I want to be better. I must be better.

But I don’t know how. I don’t know what to do.

I don’t know where Taxian-Jun ends and Mo-Zongshi begins.

I only know now that I cannot lie to myself: I want you so fiercely that I burn with it, I am consumed with the desire to make you mine and mine alone. To become one with you, feeling your fire twine with mine.

Or, Chu Wanning finds letters from Mo-Zongshi that were never shared with him.

These hitherto undiscovered letters cover a range of emotions that weren't present in the book he gifted his Shizun: contrition, yearning, and desire.

Counterpoint by senchafloat

Five years ago, Mo Ran was just a boy who loved playing piano—there were many things he didn't know. He didn't know how capricious and unforgiving the world of classical music could be. He didn't know just how lucky he was to have Chu Wanning as his teacher.

Five years later, Chu Wanning is now a renowned concert pianist, and Mo Ran is an upstart conducting student. When Chu Wanning shows up unannounced at his alma mater, Mo Ran has plenty of questions, along with a desire to prove his worth to his old teacher. But as it turns out, Chu Wanning isn't as invincible as he once seemed. As old secrets come up to the surface, the two of them are forced to reinvent the ways they'll make music together.

impatient to adore you by riverdanceeee

At some heartbreaking point in his life, Mo Ran accepted that Chu Wanning would never reciprocate his feelings, so he dealt with it as any other person would. He'd rid himself of his affection, respect their friendship, and learn to move on. But Mo Ran's affection runs too deep, and when any opportunity to spend time with Chu Wanning knocks on his door, he goes running to answer and accept. Even if it means he has to break up a potentially dangerous dog fighting ring.

To Bow Before A Willow Vine by bloodsongs

“I…” Mo Ran hadn’t thought that far. He shakes his head, lowering his head in deference, resting his forehead against Chu Wanning’s knuckles. "I'll do anything you want of me."

The silence stretches on for a beat too long.

"Anything?" Chu Wanning says eventually, tilting his head.

Written for 2Ha Week, Day 4: Reverse AU for the 0.5 timeline. When Chu Wanning storms Sisheng Peak and crowns himself the cultivation world's new emperor, Mo Ran trades his life for Xue Meng's. Contains spoilers for up to the end of the novel.

Call me by my name by rinsled05

When the man called Taxian-Jun arrives, years later, it’s the coming of a storm.

He sweeps into a dinner appointment between Chu Wanning and a client, clad in black, a smirk tugging at his mouth. Over the spark of irritation, Chu Wanning can’t help but admire his lean frame, the way his hair, cut rebelliously short, falls over smoldering, dark eyes. The way he towers over him, even when Chu Wanning rises to full height.

Chu Wanning’s heart races as Taxian-Jun leans in close, ignoring the shouts and gasps around them.

“Sakaki of Ran,” he purrs in their native tongue. “You’re mine.”

Chu Wanning lifts his chin. “I don’t know you.”

“You will,” Taxian-Jun says, and leaves.

In which Chu Wanning is a courtesan serving Chinese merchants in Nagasaki, Japan, and Taxian-Jun decides to make him his.

荷官牌型 ♠️ The Croupier's Hand by bloodsongs

In deep financial straits after losing his job as a teacher, a desperate Chu Wanning becomes a croupier at Sisheng's new casino.

The once sleepy town of Sisheng Peak grows busier by the day as the casino draws more and more tourists to their mountains. Consumed by his lingering regrets over the worst mistake of his life that destroyed his teaching career, Chu Wanning is too distracted to worry about anything else but his next shift, his next paycheck.

Except that's when Mo Ran, the reason Chu Wanning lost everything, returns to Sisheng Peak.

As the heir to the casino.

White Rabbit Club by minkit

Desperate to rid himself of a few pesky things called virginity and desire, Chu Wanning waltzes into a world he knows little about and right into the embrace of a mysterious stranger who reminds him of the student he's been dreaming about all year. The lust fueled dreams his student stars in are the very reason Chu Wanning applied to the sex club in the first place, and now he's desperate to get rid of these filthy impulses once and for all.

Congratulations, Chu Wanning, on your acceptance into the White Rabbit Club. We hope you enjoy your stay.

Risk and Restraint by purloinedinpetrograd

There is nobody Mo Ran works with who does not love him. He’s worked hard to cultivate this image while he climbs the corporate ladder at Sisheng, and it’s paid off in dividends. He’s in every WeChat group. He can call in favors with any division of any department. He can make even the tightest of deadlines relax their stranglehold on his team.

That is, there is nobody except, of course, Chu Wanning.

A Lingering Sweetness by theherocomplex

Chu Wanning is now all too aware of what he looks like: a dry stick of a man, never handsome, angular and cold and pale. A drab, short-tempered creature, as appealing as a splinter in one's foot. But Mo Ran looks at him as if he will never get his fill, and part of Chu Wanning thinks, What if —?

At the end of the line by PearlAquaBlue

“So … I reckon someone thought you needed to loosen up a little bit. Now that you’re here, want to try it?”

Chu Wanning hangs up. Throws her phone on her pillow with a disgusted glare after it. Stands up and paces to the kitchen in long, angry strides. Her cheeks are burning. With trembling fingers, she grabs a glass and pours herself some water, gulping it down in one go. It doesn’t help much. She grips the kitchen counter tightly, then marches back into the bedroom to glare at the phone again. Her fingertips itch, and it’s as if some kind of magnetic force draws her closer and closer to her bed until her fingertips are but an inch away from that tempting black mirror. Before she knows it, she’s unlocked it unsteadily and pressed “repeat” on the last call.

“Welcome to Sisheng Peak – ”

“And what would that entail?” she asks, a little too breathless.

Let's Fall in Love for the Night by purloinedinpetrograd

Chu Wanning could only stare in horror as a large cloud of sickeningly yellow pollen rose from the field, blanketing the place where Mo Ran stood in a heavy fog. “Um,” he said lamely.

“Fuck,” Mo Ran cursed, and Chu Wanning didn’t even have the heart to chastise him for his coarse language, because he was too preoccupied wrestling the surge of fear at seeing his disciple disappear behind the haze of that indeterminately threatening dust.

A million terrible possibilities raced through his mind, each one more dramatic and gruesome than the last. His heart hammered against his ribcage, threatening to crack the bones. “Mo Ran,” he said slowly, “I think you should tell me what that does, now.”

Xue Zhengyong sends Chu Wanning and Mo Ran on a mission to find a specific ingredient for some concoction of his wife’s. Chu Wanning is torn between rejoicing at the chance to spend time alone with Mo Ran... and grieving over the very same thing.

But, well, it’s just flowers. What could go wrong, right? (Spoiler alert: it’s sex pollen.)

the day dawns in your hues by localshabba

2ha Week 2020 Day 1 prompt - Haitang

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Schoolteacher Mo Ran is having an ordinary day until he has an awkward encounter with the notoriously rigid school librarian, which leads to the start of something new.

Also features: flowers, dinosaurs and lots of tenderness and pining.

helping hands by verity

When Mo Ran was but a young, innocent, virtuous grad student—well, one of those things—she built that couch from a flatpack box with her own two hands. Over the years, the smell of polyester and cheap foam padding has given way to an equally aromatic blend of Chu Wanning's haitang blossom perfume, spilled coffee, and white lithium grease. Chu Wanning herself is always perfectly dressed without a stain in sight. Even right now, her head tucked onto one folded arm, the other loosely gripping her tablet, she looks so formal.

Mo Ran gently rests a hand on Chu Wanning's socked ankle where it peeks out of those tailored white trousers. She really should behave herself.

She really should... behave herself...

in plain sight by localshabba

Written for a prompt fill in the 2ha Kink Meme.

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"I have a surprise," Mo Ran breathed, coming to stand so close behind him that his breath landed on Chu Wanning's nape. Not touching Chu Wanning any other way, because he likes to make Chu Wanning lean back just a little bit, to seek out that contact himself.

"I think Chu-laoshi will enjoy it."

Chu Wanning is sure he agreed to the whole idea; he's just unclear on when. Things got hazy around the point when Mo Ran turned him around by the shoulders, got down on his knees and...well. Apparently he'd skipped breakfast that morning.

When he returned to his senses, his clothes were all neatly tucked into place, not a stain on them, and a charmingly pink sexual aid was nestled comfortably up his--ahem, inside him.

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Now available in Spanish!

casually acquainted by tagteamme

Chu Wanning knows what he is and what he isn’t. And where he lacks in pleasantries and outward appeal, he makes up for in untouchable grace and dignity.

It threatens to unravel once he meets a familiar face in an unfamiliar city.

“So quick to run away from me, Chu-laoshi,” Mo Ran says, voice gently teasing as Chu Wanning refuses to make eye contact with him. “After you came all the way from…”

He trails off, waiting for Chu Wanning to let him know, but he sees the map open on Chu Wanning’s phone and grins wider. “You want directions?”

Chu Wanning clears his throat, and shakes his head. He should say something— instead, he stays silent as he looks down at his phone and punches in the hotel name again.

Happily, his phone tells him to try again when he has signal.

The Right Hand of Light by gedsparrowhawk (FaceChanger)

Chu Wanning is asleep on the bed, clutching his hands tightly to his chest and curled in on himself. He’s still wearing the same robes he was in in the water prison. On the writing desk, a bowl of water and clean linen for bandages sit untouched, and a tub of bathwater has cooled without being used. Mo Ran sighs to himself. Wanning is truly hopeless.

He sits on the side of the bed and touches Chu Wanning’s shoulder. “Wanning,” he says. “Wanning, wake up.”

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Rare 0.5 tenderness, after the water prison.

nothing can consume you by tagteamme

Mo Ran’s violent history has never had to catch up to him.

It’s already embedded itself into him as scars on his body, as a tattoo on his forearm, as the lingering taste of blood in his sleep and finally, as the searing brand pressed against his chest before he’s thrown into the sea as punishment. He knows that this is where all his chances come to an end.

But as the deep fathom of the water swallows him up, something else saves him and pulls him to a tiny cove tucked away off the coast of an overlooked port town. When he wakes up under the care of a mythical creature wearing a familiar face, an even older and more distant past finally finds him.

#ranwan #2ha #erha #chu wanning #mo ran #2ha recs #fic recs #2ha spoilers

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