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⤷❝ The Quiet Gift | Coriolanus Snow❞ˎˊ-

⇢☾Warning: NSFW | squirting, Snow is his own warning, mentions of killing, possessiveness, fingering (f. receiving), bathroom sex, mirror sex, semi-public sex (there was a gala), pinv sex, creampie, unprotected sex (wrap it dumbfucks), dumbfication if you squint, dom sub undertones, degradation, ownership kink, breath play with a twist | lmk if I forgot anything!

⇢☾Pairing: young president Coriolanus Snow x fem! Reader

⇢☾Summary: continuation of the arranged marriage au, this is your one year anniversary with him with a gala held in place to celebrate, you get insecure because of some bitches and Coryo fucks you in the bathroom with sprinkles of your daily life with him.

⇢☾Request: this is a request (idk if i’m writing it in the write place im new to tumblr i usually use wattpad) young coriolanus snow bathroom mirror sex like him making u watch ur self come undone in the mirror

⇢☾A/N: enjoy everyone! And to one who requested, hope you like this! :) this might be my last post of this theme btw, i am getting sick of the blue :/

arranged marriage au: the study, mine to love

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A year had passed of your marriage, a bond between two souls which wasn't much of a lie as before. Things with Coryo were better than you could ever expect. You thought he would isolate himself from you after your confession but so much had changed. He had gotten softer but more possessive. His edges are sharp yet he makes sure it's a shield for you, not something that would make you bleed.

Among his actions include changing your entire wardrobe (not without your opinion first), a library that connects to his office (his office is something you have access to at all times now), his room was now yours both (your favorite change), and last but not least a poison taster was included so that no attempts of assassination at the First Lady could be taken.

At first, you thought it to be extra, but knowing that it would put his paranoid mind at peace you allow it without much to say. He picked out your outfit every day, and sometimes you did the same for Coriolanus. He would frown as you decide what to wear or not for him for the day, knowing that some of the pieces don't match his style but when he sees your smile as you pick out the clothes. He smooths his frown and takes whatever horrible fashion statement you created for him and wears it with pride.

If anyone dared to speak up about it, he proudly said that his wife picked it out and everyone knew better than to speak a single ill word of the unspoken Queen of Panem.

Today was one of those days when you decided to pick his outfit. Today was something special after all. One year had passed since you had become Mrs. Snow, and a gala was to be held tonight to celebrate the union.

So yes, you were going to pick his outfit. You had even woken up early because of it. You giggled as you opened your eyes, your arm around Coryo whose hair looked impossibly messy, sticking out everywhere. It made him look years younger than he was. You chuckled at the sight, your heart clenching with the love you have for this man. You lean forward to press a kiss to his forehead and then his cheek. You whispered, not expecting him to wake up until his alarm rang, “Good morning, Coryo”

You quietly slipped away from the bed and tiptoeed to the closet. The closet you both shared now. One side carrying every single piece of your clothing and the other side his. You wanted to pick out something different for your husband once, sick of seeing him in his white shirts and black vest. That's how you picked out a black suit with a white vest and a red silk shirt. You could imagine unbuttoning this off of him tonight and the thought made your body heat up and a giggle escaped your lips.

“What are you laughing about, doll?” A voice, his deep sleepy voice startling you. “Nothing!” You quickly said, turning to look at Snow, your breath hitching as his eyes were half closed and his hair turned into a mess of curls. Sometimes you wonder if this was all a fever dream and if you truly have the privilege of seeing him like this. You placed the clothes into a corner and went to him.

You pulled him down, your hand on his nape and another on his cheek as you guided him to your lips. Morning breath be damned. His actions were reflexive with how his arms pulled you in closer as his lips pressed into yours. He smiles against your lips and soon both of your tongues tangle in an uncoordinated sleepy manner and you whimper into his mouth.

This was real. This was your reality and you would do everything to keep it as it is. You pulled back and he whispered, “What was that for, doll?”

“Just needed to make sure this was real,” you answered him. Your words make him crack a real smile, something even you saw rarely and it would only be possible in moments like this. Moments when you have shocked the man with your actions and words and made him fall harder for you.

“Well it is,” he grins. Before his expression clears up he focuses on the clothes you have set aside. “Outfit for today?” He asked. You nod and smile at him, gesturing at the clothes. “You would look handsome in them,” you said. “Don't I always look handsome?” He smirks, you laugh, “I am not falling for that trap, dear husband. I'll be in the shower, choose something for me.” You press a kiss on his cheek before leaving the closet.

After showering and wearing the red dress he had decided, both of you go on for your respective duties. The gala would start early in the day and there were a few hours left before it formally started as guests were already coming in.

The mansion was set up beautifully, no words could have possibly explained the amount of work and dedication to make this the event of the year, valued higher than the Hunger Games itself. In another universe, it may not have been possible, in this one however you somehow managed to crack into his heart and made yourself a higher priority.

You were doing finishing touches of your makeup when Corio came in, his hair slicked back but his body tense, his eyes unable to hide the shakiness in them. You don't say anything, letting the man have his moment of vulnerability. You knew you would mess him up even more if you pointed it out, so you continued your task.

You didn't pay him any attention despite the itch to turn to him. You force yourself to stare straight into the mirror, applying your lipstick for the night. That was until he came behind you, his arms around your waist and pulled you against his chest, his head propped on your shoulder as you felt him take deep breaths.

You don't ask if anything is wrong, accepting the rare form of intimacy he initiated. Usually, you're the ones for the hugs, the genuine ones anyway. You knew despite everything you were like a math equation to Snow. His mind figured out the formulas to keep you to him forever, you doubted if he saw anyone as his equal but you were perhaps the closest thing to it.

You had accepted it long before, but moments like this when Coriolanus allowed himself to be a human meant everything to you. You fell for every version of him, the one that is an untouchable deity who could kill you without guilt, and the human he was, obsession filling in veins making you the sole objective of his mind as he already achieved Panem.

You close your eyes, taking deep breaths with him. In the end, you were human too and you broke. “What's wrong?” You asked, as softly as possible yet breaking the bubble that had formed.

He smirks through the mirror, his eyes meeting yours, a sense of superiority in the blue hues. “Nothing’s wrong, my doll,” he whispered to you, pressing a ghost-like kiss to your bare shoulder. His arms cage you tighter, making a small gasp on your lips. “Okay,” you smile at him.

“Ready to start the gala then?” You asked, “Snows are born ready,” he replied, his tone smug.

One of his arms was kept wrapped around his waist while the other opened a drawer to take out a small box. “For you,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your neck. You opened the box, and in it was a gold necklace with the initial ‘S’. You blush, and leave it to Corio to give you a necklace with his initials for an anniversary gift. “It’s beautiful,” you whispered, your head turning back and you gave him the brightest smile. “Help me wear it?” You mumbled as you handed him the box.

And so he did, and now a necklace was on your neck, the letter ‘S’ sitting perfectly on your skin. It scratched an innate itch for Snow to see you wear this. A part of him had expected you to fight, and be disgusted by this action, his mind thinking of several ways to make (force) you to wear the necklace. But as always you surprised him with your acceptance, as if you knew that wearing this would help him with his possessiveness. You were truly the right woman for him.

With his arm around your waist, you walk into the celebration. Countless people, the top elites of the Capitol were attending the gala. Everything had to be perfect.

Alas, fate is nothing but fickle.

The rumors didn't catch your ears at first before slowly the whispers caught up to you. Too busy with your life in the mansion and with Coriolanus, you rarely were social. You never had many friends from the capitols' elites. And those who knew were merely allies for the future. So the gossip never reached your ears.

Gossip you knew better to believe. Words change when they travel mouth to mouth. It can be easily manipulated too, your husband was a living proof of that. The snake tongue of all of Panem. But when the words seemed to get louder and louder, you couldn't help but feel maybe it's tinged with truth.

Snow was busy talking to diplomats while you were politely having a conversation with the ladies. That's when the questions began about some things they had heard about Snow. Each worse than the other but nothing you didn't already know. You make sure to change their perspective whenever something new comes up. Coriolanus was still new at this position, anything could snatch the power away if either of you weren't careful.

Feeling like you have finished the job, you begin to move away, only to stop when you hear, “...even wearing a pendant with his initial, she's nothing more than a whore who was pushed up to play the role of the First Lady. A woman of her standing would never deserve such a title.”

It was true, when Snow asked you to marry you, it was sudden and he gained nothing from it. Nothing, no money, power, and just a few connections you had but he had already impressed them all beforehand so there was no need for you. Your history in the academy wasn't all that great either, you were never the best but wholly average. A man like Snow deserved the best.

Insecurity claws at your heart and even so with recent events you knew their words were wrong. Tears burned your eyes. Your hand goes to the necklace you had on, your fingers twirling the pendant. Meanwhile, despite Coriolanus' focus being mainly on talking sweet to the guests and gathering sponsors, his eyes were on you, your every moment, and each person you spoke to. He notices you walking away from the gala and into the hallways. He followed you.

You were in one of the many bathrooms the manor had to offer. You stared at the mirror, the necklace you were wearing, and your hands traveled to the back ready to take it off. That's when Coriolanus enters the bathroom, his footsteps stopping midtrack as you freeze too.

“Coryo,” you begin to speak, your hand at your side now. “I was just-” “Why were you going to take it off?” He interrupted you, his face twisted in a glare you never thought would be directed at you. You shrugged, trying to play casual, “It doesn't feel appropriate.” “Why?” He questioned his tone icy calm, spreading chills down your spine. “Because-” because you didn't feel worthy of it. “Because you're ashamed of me,” he scoffs, walking closer to you. His eyes now fully glaring at you.

You frown, “What? Coryo, no-” He tilts your chin up, as he leans in, his expression twisted in fury, “Then what? There's no other appropriate reason for you to take it off then.” In truth, something was getting lost in translation, the women you were talking to earlier were going to be accused of treason in a few days. The cause? The rumors (some truth mixed in as well) they had spread about Snow. They were invited out of courtesy and after this, they had signed their death certificate.

“It's nothing like-” “Then what?” He hissed, “Did you finally come to your senses? Did they tell you how much of a horrible monster I am? And a horrible president?” You knew some sort of major miscommunication had happened but you had no idea how to deal with it. Not when Snow pressed a harsh, hard kiss to your lips, teeth clashing and his tongue seemingly fighting with yours for dominance that you easily gave over.

“You can't escape me, doll. No matter how horrible you realize I am. Think about running away and it's your dead body that will be leaving this mansion.” he whispered against your lips, his hands on your waist, your body flushed against his as your back hit the counter.

You chuckled at his words, knowing that would never be your end. His eyebrows furrow in confusion and it makes you giggle even further. “Dove, I am not joking,” he said, looking straight in your eyes. “I know,” you smile at him, “You…” you shake your head, smiling, you were surely crazier than him. You leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “Those women said something… mean and it made me realize I may not be worthy of this necklace…” you begin to explain, hoping the explanation would calm him down.

You thought wrong. “You don't think I can decide who deserves to be my property, pet. Whom I let to be my queen,” he said, his tone deeper than before. He whispered, “I decided it's you. It's been a year since that decision and I haven't regretted it once.”

He manovaroued you so you were facing the mirror. He was right behind you, his eyes hard. “The woman you're looking at right now is mine. My pet. My wife. How dare you try to take off a mark of my ownership, doll?” You opened your mouth to apologize, but a moan escaped instead as he bit into your shoulder. He begins to press you against the counter, your body bending over as he continues to press wet kisses on your nape.

“You need a reminder about whom you belong to,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your skin making you shiver, heat spreading to your body as his hands unzipped your dress from behind, letting the fabric fall on the floor. “I am yours,” you moan to him as his palms knead your breasts through the bra. “Then you should have known better, my stupid bird.”

“You look away from the mirror even once…,” he said, his hands squeezing your breasts roughly, his head propped up to your shoulder, his face set in a smirk, “and that group of women dies.” They were going to die either way but you didn't know that.

You gasp, “Snow- '' His hands squeeze your breasts harder, bordering on pain. “It’s Coryo for you, dove,” he said, slowly yet firmly as if talking to a child. His hands move downwards, one moves to your hip, and for the other, his fingers slip inside your panties. You whimper when his fingertip touches your clit. At any other time, he would have been slow, and gentle when he was rubbing the bud but now? His touch was fast and unconcerned, his sole goal was to inflict punishment with pleasure.

He rubbed at your clit relentlessly, making you soak your panties with your juices. His other hand squeezes your hips. You whine, your eyes closing and he pinches your clit making you moan louder than you should, your eyes opening immediately to meet his gaze.

“Only warning, pet,” he whispered, his finger now playing with the clit even more relentlessly. Back and forth, up and down with no mercy, making the bud swollen and your pussy clench around nothing. “Yes, Coryo,” you gasp.

“My dumb pet can learn after all,” he whispered to your ear and then his lips kissed the clasp of your necklace. His fingers abandon your clit to swipe at your folds to gather your wetness. He chuckles as he continues to tease you like this, his hard cock pressing against your ass.

“Coryo,” you whispered and your eyes connected with his and you knew his fingers could feel the flex of your cunt around nothing. “That's it. Look at me, doll.”

He slipped his fingers one by one into your slit, the stretch making you gasp. “It's too much,” you managed to get out, your voice shaky. “You can take it,” he tuts. His fingers begin to message your wall, hitting every crook and canny you never knew existed. He twisted his fingers thrusting right at your g-spot making you moan loudly, your body was now completely bent over in front of the mirror and your hands gripped the counter for life. Snow continues to playfully stretch you out, scissoring your pussy with his long fingers.

When he finally deemed you loose enough, he pulled his fingers out without a warning making you whimper. He pulls down your panties around your knees, and then his hand unzipped his pant to take his cock out. Something in you liked how he was composed and fully clothed while having you like this, primal and debauched. It showcased Coriolanus perfectly, no matter how prim and proper the man was outside in the end he was as much of a mess.

His impatient was clear with his clenched jaw, one of his hands traveling upwards your body to grip your breast like a handle as his free hand guides his leaking, hard cock into your entrance. “I was going to fuck you good tonight, on a bed properly like a wife deserves,” he begins to say as he pushed in with a single stroke. Your mouth lets out a small scream as your pussy adjusts to his dick. “Instead I have to treat you like a whore, bending your ass over a counter and fuck you while there are people all over the mansion.” He shakes his head disappointed, he meets your gaze, “I expected better, doll.”

“Then why keep a disappointment around,” you snapped at him, making him raise his eyebrows at your tone, his cock twitching inside your walls. “I wonder that myself too,” he grunts, his face buried in your shoulder, his tongue licking your salty skin. “You’re my everything,” he whispered, “Don't you forget that, dove.”

It was a confession that made you turn your back and made you catch his lips. He groans into your mouth as both of your tongues play with each other, expressing words the others cannot say. His free hand went to grip your necklace chain, making you gasp as he fisted the chain and pulled at it, knocking at your breath in one go.

His hips had begun to pound into you, short, hard thrusts that made his cockhead press against your g-spot while his remaining length messaged your walls perfectly. “You don't have to think, doll. I am here to think for you. You don't have to think about deserving me, or Panem. You don't have to think at all, just be my bird. My bird only,” he grunts.

Your eyes had begun to see spots from the lack of air, he hadn't seemed to care as your pussy keeps squeezing around him because of it. He lets go of the chain, making you gasp and you take the air you desperately need as his thrusts begin to get sloppier. Coryo was too impatient, too worked up, too mad at you to care about your pleasure. You were a pet getting used and you loved every second of it.

“I love you,” you whispered to him, and he groaned in response, as his thrusts got slower. He was edging himself to last longer, for this not to end. He bites your nape, not hard as he does usually to make sure the mark fades in a few seconds. His hips continue to rock into you, both of his hands now kneading at your clothed breast. He makes your round flesh spill from the bra and cups them with a groan escaping his lips.

“You’re mine,” he said as he pressed wet kisses all over your neck and shoulders, “Mine.” Your pussy clenched around him, making his pace get even slower, frustration begins to claw your mind as your body tethers to the edge. “Yours,” you agreed. “Fuck me faster,” you plead.

He lets out a laugh, “No. You'll take what I'll give.” “Coryo, my love please!” You begged. His hips stutter, making you feel confused, before realizing why he had stopped. You hadn't called him that since that night and you realized you had leverage on the man.

“My love, please! Fuck me harder,” you spill, “Baby, please!” He clenched his jaw trying so hard not to give in to the instinct of rutting into you like an animal. Knowing that he was near the edge, you continue, “Cum in me and make me walk around the gala with your cum inside, please. Please, mark me!”

That did the trick rather perfectly. His hand wraps around your throat, not choking you but staying there as a comforting presence that shouldn't have been comforting at all. “My dumb pet has ways with words. Gotta fuck that out of you, my dove,” he smirked.

His hips begin to roll into you again, making you gasp and squeeze his dick with your slick walls. The start of it was slow and cautious before Coriolanus decided to throw it all in the wind. He takes half of his length out before slamming it back to you. The sound of hips snapping echoed into the air along with his grunts and your moans. He kept fucking into you, with no care about anything.

Both of your sights were obscene in the mirror and it turned you not to end. Your body had begun to heat, your pussy aching to cum after being played with for so long. The tension in your body was close to snapping, and he knew it too. Knew it the way your cunt kept sucking his cock in so well. His head was on your shoulder, his mouth breathing out hot air onto your skin.

“Look at me,” you whispered, and his eyes snap at you and not even a second later he spills into your cunt, fucking his cum into you as he lets out a whine for the first time. You gasp, feeling your build-up fading without snapping but Snow was never to disappoint. He pulled his cock out, just to stuff you with his fingers. You whimper, your sensitive walls twitching around his fingers, so close to breaking.

Coriolanus doesn't waste a second to thrust into your sopping cunt, your folds covered in his cum, and fucking that into you with his fingers. He crooks his fingers perfectly, hitting your g-spot and making you black out for a second as his fingers keep assaulting your insides without a care.

You gasp, your body starting to give up. Snow has to wrap an arm around you to help you stay balanced. “That's it, doll. Cum on my fingers. I will make you cum on my cock later,” he promised to you. You cry out as his fingers continue their fast pace of thrusting. And finally, finally, your orgasm builds up again. A single graze from his fingertip onto your spongy spot has you not only cumming but squirting too.

Even Coriolanus eyes widen in surprise as you spill your juices onto the floor, ruining your dress and everything. You begin to feel ashamed of losing control in such a manner, but Coryo curses, “Fuck, doll. Fuck, that was…” He couldn't even finish the sentence.

You close your eyes, feeling yourself close to losing balance, only for Snow to swipe your legs from the floor and carry you to the bathtub.

“I’ll take care of you, doll,” he said, “I’ll bring in a new set of clothes, wait.” “What about the gala?” You asked. He kissed your temple before he replied, “I told everyone to leave the moment you walked away. Told everyone you were sick and as your husband, I shall be taking care of you.”

You let out a raspy chuckle, it was rather amazing how Coriolanus Snow always turned everything in his favor. Even this would help his image of being a president who took such good care of his wife and would surely take the country to great lengths.

“Snow lands on top,” you whispered to him with a smile.

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hiii sooo can i req yoonchae x f!reader where katseye goes on their asia tour and while they’re in korea the girls find out that yoonchae has a gf and interrogate reader bc yoonchae is basically their daughter and they wanna make sure she’s in good hands!!

funny cuz yoonchae's literally my gf

"WHO ARE YOU?"

jeong yoonchae x fem!reader

{ synopsis } : while in korea for one their asia promo trip, yoonchae randomly goes out, coming up with random excuses as to why she is. the kats gets suspicious but ultimately concluded it was messing around with friends. until one night, they see her with a random girl in front of a convenience store.

{ tags/extra } : fluff, secret relationship, established relationship, yoonchae is a flirt, reader is korean for the plot, pacing is iffy i apologize

{ a/n } : yall alr know this is sooo rushed cuz i delayed the publishing of this by a lot 😭 plus tumblr didn't save it 😒

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"SHE'S BEEN ACTING WEIRD LATELY," megan says out of the blue, confusing the members for a moment. manon glances at the television, seeing nothing playing on the screen, then looked around at the rest of the girls.

"who?" she questions. she has an idea of who, but she won't admit it until everybody else brings it up. how is she so confident in this person? well, maybe it's because the person in question isn't even there with them. the youngest has been a bit distant lately, always having excuses about going out early in the morning and not coming back until late at night, sometimes even coming back the next day.

"you know who."

nobody dared to say anything else but it was hard to ignore the elephant in the room. sophia finally spoke first, the perks of being the closest to yoonchae finally being useful. "it's been a long while since she's back in korea. she told me she's hanging out with friends."

"i don't think friends keep each other out for the long," lara lazily voiced her opinion, not sparing any of them a glance as she's busy playing block blast. daniela clicked her tongue before reaching out and turning off lara's phone, which resulted in the younger letting out a loud 'hey!'

"uh, yes, they do. you should know since you're always dragging me to go out." megan rebutted. lara rolled her eyes and turned her phone back on, backing out of the conversation. daniela pondered some more, trying to figure out what to say before deciding to test the waters. she wanted to see how the girls would react to what she has to say.

"what if yoonchae's seeing someone?" she asks.

sophia immediately snapped her head to daniela, a mix of disbelief and annoyance on her face. "if yoonchae says she's out with friends, then she's out with friends. don't jump to conclusions." even so, there's a small part of her that is convinced the youngest might have a partner that neither her or the others know about. "plus, yoonchae never lies."

"right.. okay."

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yoonchae does, in fact, lie. she keeps secrets about a lot of things. like this, for example:

"hi, beautiful," she greets in korean as soon as you opened the door, leaning down to kiss the lips that she missed oh so dearly. "god, i missed seeing this eleven outta ten face."

"stop lying, you didn't miss me that much." as you hit her arm lightly, your scolding demeanor changed into one of giddy highschooler. yoonchae only chuckled before holding your waist to pull you closer, her fingers resting on the small of your back. your hands cradled her face, your thumb grazing the curve of her jaw.

"i'm telling the truth," she confessed. "i'd kill myself if i ever said i didn't miss my gorgeous girl."

"flattery sure gets you anywhere." you rolled your eyes, tiptoeing up to give her cheek a gentle peck. yoonchae swerved her head to the side, just enough to capture your lips in a slow, longing kiss. you swore you felt her fingers practically digging into your hips like she never wants to let go.

"i-" a kiss on your lips, "missed-" a kiss on your forehead, "you-" a kiss on your nose, "so-" a kiss on your left cheek, "much." and finally, a kiss on your right cheek. "like, a lot."

"oh shut up." you fully wrapped your arms around her shoulders to bury your red, flustered face into the crook of her neck. to say you also missed her was an understatement. you longed for the days you two would finally be physically together again instead of on facetime calls that get cut short because she has a busy schedule. and now that it's happening, you just wanna pinch yourself, convinced it's a dream.

after a few moments of comfortable silence that yoonchae let you have to collect your thoughts, she finally spoke up. "snack run?"

"of course."

it takes a while to get to the 7/11 despite it being only a three minute walk from your apartment. yoonchae was just so warm for the cool evening that you didn't want to pull away from the hug. but unfortunately, all good things must come to an end.

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"pringles or kimbap?" yoonchae asked, holding up the two options in your face. you already know she wants the kimbap, but you also know that there's a small part of her that wants the pringles.

"how about both? you want both of them right?"

"yeah... but–" you cut her off by taking both of the items and putting it into the basket with a proud smile on your face. you didn't give her time to protest, already making your way to the checkout. "y/n.."

"it's no big deal, baby. you can get whatever you want." you handed the cashier the money. "even if it's just snacks." yoonchae subtly pouted and wrapped her arms around your waist from the side, resting her head on your shoulder.

"you're so sweet," she mumbled. "i love you so much."

"mm, i love you more." you thanked the chasier as he handed you the change, stuffing it in your hoodie pocket. well, it wasn't yours, but nobody really cares. you held yoonchae's hand to go to tables outside, but she quickly stopped upon seeing the girls. she let go of your hand while you set some space between you two, making it seem like it was just a friendly snack run. "wait, your hoodie–"

"just keep it," she whispered.

soon enough, they all spotted yoonchae nervously standing next to you. sophia rushed over to yoonchae, asking why she's out so late before looking your way. you turned around and pretended you had no idea who they were. "do you know her?"

"uh, yeah. this is my friend, y/n." she nudged you with her elbow. "say hi to them."

"it's so awkward, yoon... i'm literally your girlfriend."

"yeah, but they don't know that." she gave a smug smile, grabbing your forearm and pulling you closer. "y/n is my really close friend. i've known her since elementary." her hand slipped from your arm and around your waist, squeezing your hips as a way of comforting you in this stressful situation.

"are you trying to make us public?" you jabbed her side, twisting your hand to make it extra painful.

"baby, if i had five seconds to say anything to the whole world, i'd most definitely shout that you're my girlfriend." she winked– which was horribly cute. you clicked your tongue in annoyance, ignoring the blush creeping up to your face. the girls watched the interaction with partially stunned looks. you two looked awfully a lot like a couple and it was concerning.

yoonchae sat you down on one of the chairs and began walking back to the store, claiming she's going to buy more snacks. you rushed to get up and follow her but lara got in front of you, her hands clasped together with a sickeningly sweet smile. "let's talk."

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"when did you two start dating?" lara was the first to ask after moments of silence at the table. everybody was either too busy staring at you– ahem, sophia –or too busy eating the snacks you and yoonchae bought.

"better question, are you two dating?" sophia intervened. at least she was decent enough to ask. words bubbled in a throat but it refused to escape your mouth, so you only gave a weak nod. sophia nodded as well, more in understanding than anything else. lara and daniela high-fived each other while manon and megan groaned

"so.. can you answer my question then?" lara questioned. "with some background too?"

"we started dating in our second year of middle school," you began. "honestly, we had no idea what we were doing, but, y'know, she was soo in love with me." you chuckled at the last part, remembering how head over heels yoonchae was.

("wait, what's second year of middle school in korea?" megan whispered to manon, in which the older replied, "eighth grade")

"so you're saying yoonchae, possibly one of the most logical people ever, had no idea what she was doing?" sophia raised a seemingly interested eyebrow. before you answered, you took the pringles and kimbap, putting it on your lap for yoonchae to eat when she comes back.

"she was thinking with her heart, if i'm gonna be honest." you nervously laughed, rubbing the back of your neck. "her whole head was empty like her brain took a vacation."

"that has to be so funny," daniela sneered. "imagine yoonchae walking into a pole because she was too busy thinking of how pretty y/n is."

"what if that's why she did that when we were in new york," sophia commented, her stern demeanor finally cracking. yoonchae finally came back after an eternity with two full bags of snacks. she sets down a bag in front of you after giving the girls the other, plopping down on the seat next to you.

"you said you like pepero right?" after a full conversation in english, you were grateful yoonchae was here to switch back to korean. yoonchae rummaged through the bag, quickly finding the box of chocolate sticks and gave it to you.

"mhm. the chocolate one?"

"they just restocked on it."

"y'all are so cute." lara appeared between you both, the smile from earlier back on her face. you audibly gulped when she looked at you, your body sinking into the chair. "say, how much do you love yoonchae?"

"..." you stayed quiet for a minute which made yoonchae a little nervous. though, she has no reason to be. it was evident on how much you love her. "i think i'd go insane if she's more than five minutes away."

"that's such a basic answer." manon teased. sophia was looking at you expectantly. she wants to know if you're good enough for yoonchae (despite the fact you two have been dating possibly three years).

"she's the girl of my dreams. she fell first, but as always, i fell harder. every time i look at her i just get reminded of how lucky i am to have such an amazing girlfriend like her." your hand found its way to yoonchae, intertwining your fingers and pulling it up to your lips, leaving a soft kiss on her knuckles. "i'd choose her over my own life."

through a series of 'aw's and 'how cute', all you were focused on was yoonchae and how her eyes gazed into yours, how her hand squeezed yours just a little tighter. most importantly, how pretty she looked just right underneath a street light. "you're so gorgeous, baby."

yoonchae suddenly stood up from her seat, the action startling everyone. she got down on one knee, and holding a singular pepero in her hand, she said, "i wanna marry you. be mrs. jeong."

"what?!" the girls, including you, all exclaimed in shock.

[musings-of-a-rose]

Weighted Blanket

Pairing: Will Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 860+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. 

Notes: Chatting about what a great weighted blanket this man would make and so I dedicate this to @laurfilijames. This was not beta read.

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Today had been the day from hell. You knew it would be, especially since you’d been out for several days being sick. Morning meetings ran long, everyone scrambling to prepare to open, and then the patients? Don’t even get me started. 

When I finally get into my car at the end of the day, I turn on the ac and rest my head against the headrest taking several deep breaths, just listening to the vents pumping cool air into my hot car. I just have to make it home. A shower is waiting for me and Will should be home today.

Will. 

My amazing boyfriend of a year and a half. Will had to go away for work for a few days and was finally coming home. I know a few days isn’t that long but it killed him to leave me when I was sick. And to be honest, I hated not having him there, sick or not. 

His truck is in the parking lot when I pull in and I smile knowing he’s upstairs. I hurry to our apartment and push my key in the lock, quickly shedding my shoes and tossing my bag down on the little side table before heading towards the kitchen, where sounds and a delicious, heavenly smell were emanating from. I lean against the door frame, just taking in the sight of him. Will, standing at the stove with his back to me, casually making my favorite food, his hair still wet from a shower, navy blue shirt stretched thin over his broad back and thick arms, grey sweatpants hung low on his hips. He clicks off the burner and divvy’s the food onto 2 plates before turning, his face lighting up when he sees me.

“Hey, sweetheart. How was work?” When I don’t answer right away, he let’s out a low whistle. “That bad, huh?”

I nod, pushing off the door frame. “Nothing I didn’t anticipate. Still sucked though.”

“You hungry?”

“Starving. But first I need to shower. I feel so gross.”

Will sets the plates down and takes a few large steps towards me. He moves for a hug and damn do I want one, but I’m gross. People actually spit up on me today. So I sigh, stepping back and Will puts his hands up, freezing in place. 

“Must have been really bad.”

“You don’t even want to know.”

He winks and blows a kiss at me, turning back to finish up dinner. The shower was glorious, the hot water and bubbles relaxing me somewhat, and washing away all of the gross from my skin and hair. I don’t linger, my stomach grumbling as I pull on some pajamas and head straight for the kitchen table, where Will had just set down drinks for us. Before I sit, he pulls me to him, pressing a soft kiss to my lips, his hands cradling my face. 

“I missed you, sweetheart.”

“I really missed you too, Will.” He starts to deepen the kiss, but is interrupted by the loudest grumble yet from my traitor of a stomach. He laughs, placing a hand on my tummy. 

“Let’s get some food in you.”

—----

Dinner was delicious, as usual when Will cooks. It’s not just that he follows the recipe to a t, but he has his own personal flair to it. Will’s cooking can make any sour mood turn sweet. Or maybe that’s just me. 

After our bellies are full, we sit on the couch and I curl my body against his, feeling his large arm wrap around me, the warmth from him seeping into my bones. He kisses the top of my head and rests his own there, both of us content to just be with the other. But my day was hard and before long, I feel my eyelids drooping. Will must have noticed because I swear I blinked and somehow ended up in bed, Will pulling the blankets up around me before crawling in next to me. He tries to pull me to him, but it’s not what I need. He crooks his finger under my chin, lifting my head to look at him through sleepy eyes. 

“Do you need Will blanket?” I nod, my eyes barely open. 

Will helps me lay down on my back, making sure my pillow is adjusted before he drapes half his body over mine, linking one of his muscular legs with mine as he tucks himself over me. His arm drapes over my body, rubbing small circles into my opposite arm. I turn my head and realize my nose is in the perfect spot to nuzzle into his hair, so I do it, inhaling the scent of him. The weight of him on me settles my nerves, the last bit of overstimulation and wired emotions leeching from my body the longer I feel his breathing, his body pressing into mine. 

“I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you too.”

It’s so tender and loving, full of care and I think about how much I love this man as he gently lulls me to sleep.

In the morning, he has different plans for me and I’m so glad I got the rest I needed.

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Silver Coins

Summary: You are paid to be a pleasure for the baby monk. Paring: Osferth x Female!Reader Word Count: 2374 Warnings: Smutty smut, inexperienced Osferth, oral sex (m and f), p in v. Minors DNI. Author's Note: This is for @eddiemadmunson ♥ I agree there is not enough Osferth fics and there should be more. Here’s just some smutty fluff one shot for your ask. ♥ Also, my Osferth is book canon.  Update: Link for part 2! Tags (Tumblr kindred spirits): @sirenofavalon @annikin-im-panicin @watercolorskyy​

Osferth was tall and lean, with an awkward grace to his movement as he sat himself into one of the chairs within your chambers. He kept his feet on the cobblestone and his large palms gripped onto his thighs. 

You thought him to be handsome in a way that was so uniquely his own. What made you agree to this had been when you first saw his eyes. They were a brilliant blue that held no judgment when you spoke to him earlier that night, how they shone with a kindness that you could not recall ever seeing in the gaze of a man before. 

“I am looking to bed one of Uhtred’s men,” your tone was purposefully coy and you relished in the pink that dusted his cheeks.

Oh, the word barely left his bow lips and your touch was gentle to take his hand; his palm was calloused and warm, with long, slender fingers that wrapped around your own in response. He allowed you to pull him away from the crowd, which included the grinning fools that were Sihtric and Finan, and you led him to your room below the tavern.

This was where he now sat, so uncertain as to what to do with his hands. 

You reach for the knot of your wrap dress, removing the layer to reveal a satin chemise you wore beneath. It was soft and fell to your curves, your nipples pebble beneath from the cool air.

His eyes are wide at the sight of you, his pupils swallowing the beautiful blue and his tongue wet his lips. “My lady,” his voice almost a whisper, “I must admit to you, I have not bed a woman before.” 

You were already aware of this, but chose to tease him, moving closer towards him. “Are you not the same man who slain Sigefrid?”

He nods with the tousle of his dirty blonde hair, his gaze shyly cast downwards. 

You are now in front of him, your finger curling beneath his chin to bring his eyes to meet with your own. “Well, I admit that I have never killed a man before, so may I suggest a fair trade,” you continue with a smile. “You can share with me how you killed Sigefried and I will share with you the secrets of my trade.” 

You lean closer and his exhale fans your cheeks, his eyes still wide as he processes your words. “But, my lord, I insist you remove your boots first.”

“Yes, my apologies,” he stammers and you step back with your smile, watching as he is quick to unlace and remove them. His long legs brought him across to place them by the door, then turning to face you again.

Your smile renews at the sight of his bare feet, pale against the grey cobblestone, and you move towards him. He is watchful of how the satin breathes against your curves with your every step closer until you can place your hands, gentle to the touch, on his chest. His breath draws as you come up to your toes and press your lips against his own. 

Osferth seems to balk against your mouth, his lips pressing together and stilting in response, his arms stiff at his sides.  

You pull back, your brow quirks as you see his blue eyes still wide and nervous. “Osferth,” you honey your tone, a gentle smile to your lips. You reach to touch his hands and they relax against your own, following your pull to rest them against the small of your waist. “Do not think, just kiss me.” 

His gaze falls to your mouth and he tilts his head, his lips soft and warm against your own. Your mouth opens slightly, your tongue touching his bottom lip and you can feel him smile. His hands grow bold, pulling you closer against his chest, meeting with the tempo you set. You open your mouth more to deepen the kiss, his tongue following the languid pacing of your own; you nip at his bottom lip and he groans in your mouth.

The sound melts you against his hard chest, enjoying as his large palms trace the curves of your hips and cradle the small of your back. You wrap your arms around his neck, your fingers move to comb through his golden locks. 

He steps and turns you to press your backside against the door, pressing against you and a moan spills from your kiss-swollen lips when you feel his hard length push against your stomach. 

“Osferth,” you whisper and he looks pained as you pull away, until you reach for the belt knotted around his slender waist that holds his albe in place. He helps remove the layers until he is bare waist up, his muscles taut and there is a patch of hair across his chest. 

Your eyes admire the planes of his abdomen and the lines that dip below where his trousers hung. Your mouth waters at the bold outline of his crotch against the fabric. 

Baby monk, you think, incredulous, to yourself and you reach to slip your fingers in the waist and pull him to the bed edge. Your fingers work to unlace and his trousers puddle at his feet; he steps out and backwards until he touches the bed and sits down, watchful and waiting for your lead.

The sight of him bare leaves you almost timid, there is a growing anticipation combined with the warmth wet from his kisses, his touch, between your thighs. You exhale slowly through your open lips, stepping forward and kneeling before him.

He is resting on his elbows, unaware of your slight trepidation to his size, his gaze curious as your hand reaches to curl around his member. A blush returns to his cheeks, the rose color matching his tip and your thumbs wipes the bead of precum, rubbing beneath which elicits a groan that rumbles from the back of his throat. 

Embolden, you move to bring your tongue flat to the underside and follow until your lips wrap around the head, your tongue tasting the hint of him. He groans again when your head begins to move in tandem with your hand, up and down his length to coat him with your saliva.  

You pull back and he watches as you lift your chemise over your head to bare yourself, his jaw slightly slack as his eyes drink in your figure. Your cheeks grow warm with the adoration of his gaze, stepping closer to straddle him and he sighs sweetly with your warmth pressing against his cock. 

He groans when you slowly rock your hips, your silken folds smooth with your spit, sliding the length of his member before your hand reaches to line him with your entrance. 

You are slow to lower yourself, in part to savor the delicious stretch as he fills you, another to try and adjust to his size. Your nails bite into his shoulders and his arms are gentle when they wrap the small of your waist, pulling you flush against him, his chest hair tickling your breasts, and he buries his face into your neck. You gasp when his tongue tastes you, clenching in response, and he groans louder.

“I need but a moment,” your voice is small with the confession.

“My lady, take as long as you need,” he breathes into your neck and your skin rises from the touch of his lips. “We may stay like this all night, if it pleases you.” 

You pull back to look into his eyes, how they shine with an earnestness, and you find his mouth, your kiss slow and searching. He sighs and you begin again to rock your hips into him; you can feel his hold relax, the warmth of his palms as they settle onto your hips and pull you against him.

The motion allows him to reach deep within you. You rest your palms onto his chest and push him to lay back on the bed, your hands bracing as you quicken your rhythm. A soft moan spills from your lips and another groan escapes the back of his throat when your cunt begins to flutter around him. 

You slow your pace, wet lewd noises filling the intimate space. “Please,” he begs. “Show me how to touch you.” 

He bites his bottom lip when you take his hand, bringing his thumb to your mouth. He sighs again when your tongue curls the digit, enclosing your lips around and then pulling it back, a line of spittle from your mouth that breaks and falls to your chin. You lower his palm to fit against the inside of your thigh, pressing his thumb into the bloom above where his cock continues the pace, in and out. 

Your moan starts soft. “It’s…it is that, can you feel…” your voice mewls with his guided touch. 

“I, yes,” there is a sheen of sweat to his features, his focus drawn and torn between admiring the curves of your movement and where his hand now rests. “Right…here?” 

His touch coils the passion in your lower abdomen. “Yes,” your cries wanton and it gives him a confidence to his touch, also quickening his upwards thrusts to meet with your motion. Stars dance in front of your eyes and he moans as your climax rolls in waves, clenching at him for his own release. 

“Oh, God,” he cries out and you feel him pulsating within your velvet walls with his own peak. 

You fall and curl against him, he brings you to the side and waits until your heart rate settles. He is reluctant to let you go, but you give him a kiss, moving to the basin and pouring from the pitcher, grabbing a cloth to wet and wring. You clean yourself before grabbing another, returning to him. “It will be cool,” you warn, your touch gentle. 

Osferth hums his pleasure, “Allow me to stay and we can warm beneath the furs.”

“That was my plan already, lord,” you reply and he smiles with your words.

Curled beneath the furs, he is on his side with one arm holding his head up and his other palm resting beneath your breasts, his eyes watching them rise and fall with your steady breaths. He shares the truth of Sigefried, how he climbed the wall while the men fought, and confronted the Dane and plunged his dagger into his stomach. 

“Were you frightened?” You shiver with your question, turning your head to look at him.

He smiles and you see his cheeks line with dimples. “I admit, in the moment, I did not have the time to dwell on fear, but I can recall that my hands were shaking.” 

You touch his hand, yours so small in comparison to his own. “You did what was needed,” you say and bring his fingertips to your lips.

He leans forward to find your lips once again, another sweet kiss. “Would you allow me…” his voice trails off, a blush to his features as he hems for the words that will allow his hand to move lower. 

You touch his cheek to hold his gaze. “Osferth, I am yours tonight.”

There is the added sweetness of your expressed consent, his willingness to listen to your soft hums of guidance as he nestles between your thighs. His lips are so soft, his breath warm on your cunt, and he is quick to understand and match his ministrations with your soft sighs. The curl of his finger within you was sinful, that begins as a gentle prod until you mewl his name and he continues without complaint until he feels you clenching your release. 

The morning comes too soon and you begrudgingly leave the monk, who is sound asleep on his stomach and bare next to you. You dress quickly, fasten your cloak and your fingers check the pocket’s contents before you come to the bedside with a gentle kiss to wake him. 

His brow quirks when he realizes you are already dressed. “Where are you going?” His voice husky with sleep. 

“I am going to the kitchens to have something prepared for you,” you kiss him again and he hums at your touch. “Dress and come meet me upstairs?” 

He nods sleepily and you move to leave, your cloak billows with your steps as you walk the corridor and take the stairs up, two steps at a time.

The tavern is empty and smells of spilt ale from the night before, mixed with the spices that waft from the kitchen. You fill two plates and return to place them on an empty table, when the door opens and the silhouettes of Finan and Sihtric fill the door frame. 

“We’re closed,” you call to them, a smile to your lips. You move towards them, reaching into your pocket and tossing the felt pouch that hits Finan’s chest. 

His brow furrows but he catches it, the soft jingle of the coins it held. “This silver was for you to bed the baby monk,” he says. 

“Yes,” you reply, your eyes narrowing onto him. “I am returning it to you, no coin spent.” 

Before another word can be said, his dark eyes look past you and you turn to see Osferth surfacing. His hands pat his locks down, a smile on his face when he catches sight of you. 

You move towards him, leaving the Irishman and the Dane, and move to wrap your arms around his neck, bringing his lips to your own one last time. 

He responds without the embarrassment from last night, softening against your touch and you smile when you pull back. “Do you have time for break fast?” 

There is a beat of silence, with Osferth blushing from your affection and Sihtric dumbstruck, before Finan finally speaks. “Afraid not, missus. Lord Uhtred requires us to ride out. We have much to discuss today,” he moves forward to clasp a hand on Osferth’s shoulder, pulling him towards the door. 

You sit down on the bench, picking at one of the plates and watch them tuck the monk between, grinning fools and arms draped around his shoulders, pushing through the door and into the morning light. 

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[moonchild1]

AO3 List PT.2

here's part 2 of my favourite bts fics on ao3 ♡ if you have any of your own recommendations feel free to tell me I would love to hear them ♡ some contain smut so no minors do not interact find pt. 1 here...

s- smut a- angst f- fluff

all of btssmutgalore’s work (sadly they aren’t on tumblr anymore)

all of univsa work

all of personasintro's work

roommates with benefits by joonswhistle f s a

↬ You and Namjoon are roommates. You're both really horny one morning. So you come to an understanding:

1. It's not a regular thing.

2. It happens on the couch.

3. Kissing is allowed.

4. Condoms, always.And just like that, you're roommates with benefits

seoul underground by hunniejimins s a ft. jungkook

↬ You're a crime & corruption journalist for one of the most esteemed newspapers in Seoul currently investigating drug trafficking in Hong Kong. A hit is taken out on you and as a twisted stroke of luck, a member of a rival gang inadvertently saves you - Jeon Jungkook. He kidnaps you and brings you to the gang's kingpin, Kim Namjoon, who initially had plans to kill you, but a certain bracelet ends up buying you time. Things only get further complicated when they realize who you are and what you can offer them.

OR

Namjoon and Jungkook both fall in love with you and it's a mess, but monogamy is overrated anyway, right?

Covenant by fringesofsanity f s a

↬ You are betrothed to Kim Namjoon, the heir of a real estate mogul. To say that it was a fairytale romance would be erroneous. You’re instead loped in the sad tale of the rich and melancholy.

Faith by AndrastesChosen f s a

↬ It's time to let yourself believe in someone. You're probably an idiot for it, but you're going to put your faith in this man named Namjoon. (AKA You fall in love with underground rapper Namjoon and make a difficult choice so he can follow his dreams)

Partners by btssmutgalore f s a

↬ As a part of a literature assignment, you get paired up with Kim Namjoon, a guy you’ve never even heard of.

the wedding arrangement by sugalights f s a

↬ You are in love with your best friend, the only man who matters, Kim Seokjin. Unfortunately, he's just gotten engaged to someone who isn’t you. Even more unfortunately, he expects you to help plan the wedding alongside Kim Namjoon, his other best friend and, based on your first meeting, just another judgemental jerk. Putting aside your distaste for the sake of your friend’s happiness, you both set about giving Seokjin the wedding of his dreams. Following a rough and satisfying affair at the caterer’s, you strike an unusual deal: you and Namjoon will be enemies with benefits until the wedding is over. And after six months of wedding planning, you both just might learn that weddings aren’t usually the end, but a brand new beginning.

formula for love by bluesxde f s a

↬ newly single and in the midst of a bitter divorce, with a custody battle thrown in, chemistry professor kim seokjin tries not to fall in love with the new library assistant. and fails, horribly

The Stranger by btssmutgalore f s a

↬ When your plane hits turbulence, you start panicking and tell some of your biggest secrets to the attractive stranger sitting next to you.

Before Your Very Eyes by vyduan f s a ft. myg poly au

↬ After decades of being friends, Y/N finally realizes just how attractive Yoongi and Seokjin are and wonders why she never noticed. Except, Seokjin might be getting back with an ex and Yoongi is a permanent fuckboy. Is Y/N just desperate to get laid or does she love them? (And if she loves them, is she too late?) Oh, and also, THEY WERE ROOMMATES (but there are three beds)

Amalthea by Daechwitatamic s a

↬ You can count on two things in life. One: that your lifelong best friend Minji will always be there for you, in your corner, your brightest star. Two: that you'll never be free from her older brother Seokjin's orbit - the gravitational pull is just too strong.

Paris For A Day by automnesleaves f a

↬ On his last stop of his European tour to spread Korean culture, Kim Seokjin, the South Korean president's son, plans to escape his duties for a day to enjoy the sights of Paris with your help.

In other words: a slight adaptation of Roman Holiday, one of my favorite romantic films.

arranged by obiwrites f s a

↬ If you thought entering an arranged marriage with the person you love would be a dream, you were in for a rude awakening. Jung Hoseok was far from the doting husband you’d dreamed of and most of it could be chalked up to the fact that he was in love with his best friend. And you are without a shadow of a doubt, not her. But what happens when Hoseok starts to realize he doesn’t want you to be her? That there might be more than meets the eye with you?

piece by piece by underthejoon f s a ft seokjin

↬ a collection of drabbles where your love life is muddied up by two men – the one you love and the one that loves you.

tip 143 (for ∞ seconds of love) by minlouvre f s

↬ Even though he is everything you find attractive in a man, your friend and co-worker Jung Hoseok is just exactly that - a friend and co-worker. For some reason, you have never found yourself attracted to him even though all the girls and guys around you go absolutely crazy for him. But that all changes for you one night while scrolling through Heart2Heart, a sex live cam website...

the december of our adulthood by vyduan a

↬ Jimin collapsed all over you and the middle console from his seat in a fit of giggles and did his best to tease a smile back onto your face. “Thanks for picking me up so early on a Saturday morning, Y/N. You’re the best friend a guy could ever have.” Even after all these years, you couldn’t control the dip of disappointment at his words. It wasn’t that you didn’t love being Jimin’s best friend. It was more that you knew you would never be anything more. You grunted in acknowledgment and pushed the sadness down, burying it under years of practice and half truths. You would be content with what you had. You would be satisfied with the love Jimin was willing and able to give. You were not entitled to anything more. It was enough. It was enough. It was never enough.

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It's not like any other love | S.S. | Part 3

— PAIRING: dark!Sebastian Sallow x F!MC

— SYNOPSIS: Sebastian teaches reader Imperio in a more unconventional way, and satisfies some of his own needs at the same time (kisses, he just gives her lots of kisses).

— WARNINGS: needy and touch-starved Sebastian, non-con kisses, and generally an indecent use of Imperio.

— WORDCOUNT: 3k

— A/N: It’s been a long time since I updated this fic on tumblr, I’m sorry my dears 😭 These last ones should come in quick succession, so, enjoy!

They were alone in the Undercfort again, where candles flickered around them, and the air was cold and stale. But it was quiet, even in the middle of the day with the whole castle bustling around them. They had about an hour until everyone was done with lunch and they had to go to their next classes, but neither she nor Sebastian could keep from experimenting with this new forbidden magic.

Sebastian first taught her the motion of the spell, coming up behind her to correct it a few times — completely unnecessarily, but he pretended to be a perfectionist about it when it came to her. After all, what other excuses did he have to hold her hand, and feel her against his chest, and nuzzle his cheek against her hair? He thought she didn’t notice, but it was hard to tell whether she was smiling at his veiled attempts at closeness or just focusing on perfecting the cast.

“And the incantation is Imperio,” he whispered in her ear.

“Imperio,” she recited.

“Do you think you can do it?” asked Sebastian as he stepped in front of her.

“I… I guess I could.”

“It’s not the sort of spell you can practice with on a dummy. You need a living target. And as with the curse before, you have to mean it.”

“I understand,” she nodded, but he could hear a tremble in her voice.

He wondered who she ever would want to control, then he thought how lucky her victim would be — to be under the power of her spell, to service her, to be the only creature with whom she shared that side of her, who knew her deepest desires, all those the shameful and illicit things she would only ask for under the compromising and desperate secrecy of an Imperious curse... What would she ask for, he wondered. He’d only ever thought of using it against enemies and turning them against each other, but Sebastian would kill her enemies for her for nothing. So what would she ask for from a friend?

“Do you think you can cast it on me?” said Sebastian without giving it another thought. He was excited at the possibilities the spell now opened up between them — with her shy and reluctant and him desperately in love.

“What!?”

“You can lift the spell at any time… It would be safe,” he said.

She looked doubtfully at him and, although her lips were parted, she said nothing. He hadn’t given it a thought before today, but the sudden idea of her using it on him, of being under the leash of her control, of getting to know her in this way that nobody else could — even for an instant, even without remembering it afterwards although he would definitely try — was far too tempting to let pass.

Would she simply test the limits of the curse? Ask him to move around, to tell her things, to submit completely? Would she ask for secrets she was curious about but didn’t dare admit to? Would she ask him to kiss her? Would she ask him to kneel? Would she…

“Would you cast it on me?” he asked now in earnest, grinning ear to ear. “Come on, I want to see you do it.”

“Alright,” she chuckled, lifting her wand and practising the motion a few times before saying, with her eyes fixed on him, “Imperio!”

Strange, thought Sebastian. He didn’t feel any different.

“Did it work?” she asked, staring at him as he stared back.

“I don’t think so,” he said. “Tell me to do something.”

“J-jump?” He stayed firmly on the ground. “Damn,” she muttered, looking down at her wand as if it could be broken.

“Try again,” he said.

But the best she could muster from her wand were muted sparkles, and saying the spell louder didn’t work.

“Do you really mean it, though?” sighed Sebastian, arms crossed over his chest.

Beyond being disappointed that this wasn’t going as planned, he was disappointed in himself. Was he such an unappealing subject for her? Sebastian had never wanted to be cursed more, but if he had any doubts before, he laid them to rest: she didn’t want him.

“I guess…”

“You guess?” he arched a brow.

“Well, you try it, then!”

Before she even finished saying it, he pulled the wand out of his robe’s pocket, aimed it at her, and, “Imperio!”

The change was instantaneous. Sebastian gasped at just how quick it was, how dangerously easy, how much the same and yet completely different the girl seemed to be in the grip of one blue wisp of light. She stared at him out of milky unfocused eyes, her form relaxed and straightened, and the tense frown of her mouth turned into an easy smile. She blinked lazily at him as if time had no meaning, and she lived only for his words.

Sebastian closed his gaping mouth and, after clearing his throat to make his voice more steady, spoke. “How do you feel?”

“Happy,” she said with the echo of a voice, sounding like her yet not like anything he’d ever heard from her. There was no real feeling behind her words.

Sebastian took a small step forward. “Are you upset with me?” he asked.

“No.”

“Do you trust me?”

“No.”

He stopped.

“What?” he muttered. “Why not?”

“You strike me as a bit impulsive,” she answered with a smile.

Sebastian straightened his back, offended, but could think of nothing to contradict her. “And do you dislike that?”

“Sometimes,” she said.

“When?”

“When it doesn’t serve me.”

“Greedy little witch,” he grinned. “What else do you dislike about me?” he continued, stepping closer as she spoke.

“You insult me sometimes and hurt my feelings. You say things that you know hurt me to try and change the way I think. You don’t trust me. You are sometimes dismissive of Ominis and I worry it will —”

“Alright, that’s enough, thank you,” he said, raising his hands. He sighed and paced in front of her, more worried than upset. “So why do you never tell me?” he asked, almost afraid of the answer. “I could try to be different for you. To be nicer, perhaps, or more… gentle, more like Ominis.” And as soon as he said it he regretted it and tensed, unbidden images coming to his mind of Ominis being gentle with her in ways he shouldn’t be, of him touching and caressing and kissing her where he had no right to. Her reply startled him out of his reverie.

“Because I want you to like me,” she said serenely.

Sebastian’s immediate reaction was elation, and then a sense of doubt. Did she speak the truth? Had it really worked? He thought of ways to test the curse’s power, but he didn’t want to do anything to hurt her. He also wasn’t sure how long they could do this for, and when he could do it again, if ever. The thought crossed his mind that she might even be upset with him once released from the power of the spell.

He took her hands in his, holding her cold digits in his warm palm and pulling her gently toward him. She walked as Sebastian walked them both backwards until he was stopped by one of the tall pillars.

“Tell me the truth,” he ordered. “Do you love me?”

“I do”, she said with a happy smile. “I love you.”

She didn’t hesitate to reply, her voice remaining calm and pleasant, resonating in the emptiness of the Undercroft. There was even a sense of relief in her, like months of pressure on her heart lifting as she told the truth that had for so long weight on her mind.

His heart fluttered when he heard it. A rush of pleasure and hope and enkindled dreams made his blood sing and his skin feel electric. Sebastian couldn't help but smile widely as her words echoed in his mind. He looked into the girl’s eyes with passion, with care, with affection, and at that moment wished to give her everything, and take everything from her in turn.

“Tell me what you like about me,” he said. “Better yet, come closer. Whisper it to me.”

And just as placidly as before, the girl leaned in, braced her chin over his shoulder, and whispered in his ear, all while letting her hands be held and warmed in his, their chests beating together, feet entangling on the dusty floor.

“I like how loyal you are,” she started, “and how brave, and how clever, and I like the shape of your lips, and how good you are at duelling, and I like how gentle you can be when you allow it of yourself, and I like your warm eyes, and your voice, and your scent, and the softness of your hair, and how happy you make me, and how determined you are against all the odds you face, and I like how warm you are, and the sprinkle of freckles all over your face, and —”

“Wait,” he whispered. He was already breathing heavily, just from the things she had said and the way they sounded coming from her, so close, so intimate, her breath tickling his ear and the small sounds of her lips and tongue against her teeth slipping in among her words. He felt a blush grow on his cheeks and spread up to his ears and down his chest. Never in his life had someone said such nice things to him, not Anne nor Ominis nor anybody else. He was filled with warmth as her words sank in, and had to stop her before his heart burst out of his chest.

“So, erm,” he started bashfully, “what do I smell like, to you?”

“Old books and Confringo.”

“Yes,” he laughed, embarrassed, “I guess that’s true. Suppose it’s not the worst thing in the world.”

Sebastian brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it gently, then placed it around his shoulder. His arms then curled around her, holding her tightly against his front. He could not help himself after everything she’d said, he felt so much for her, like a rush of joy that made him whole. He could make himself believe that she spoke the truth, even though her voice was far away and dreamy under the effects of the Imperious Curse, and although he felt sorry that that was what it took for her to say it, he enjoyed this closeness with her, her voice in his ear, her shape in his arms.

Against his chest, Sebastian could feel her heart beating steadily, while his was ready to break through his ribs. He nuzzled his face into her neck, breathing in her warm girlish scent while he waited for his nerves to settle.

“Tell me you belong to me,” he begged, his breath tickling her neck.

“I belong to you,” she whispered.

Her left arm was slung around his shoulder, where he’d placed it, while the other hung limply at her side.

“Hold me,” said Sebastian, and she obeyed immediately, wrapping her arms around his neck and holding on to him. “Tell me you love me again,” he said, feeling a shiver go down his whole body. It felt wrong to keep this going, to take this from her unwillingly like this, to satisfy his shameful urges for affection, but he needed to hear it once again.

“I love you,” she whispered, her lips close to his neck.

“Say it again,” he demanded.

The girl obeyed, speaking in heated whispers against his skin while he brought his lips down to her neck and pressed them right beneath her ear. She was especially warm there, and soft, and as he dragged his lips lower, he left a wet trail of kisses down until he reached the top of her shirt.

“Again,” he said.

Sebastian brought up a finger to tug her tie a little looser and dipped his tongue into the hollow of her clavicle, then moved back up the column of her throat. And as he pressed hot kisses into her skin, he could feel her voice reverberating through her skin as she said, again, “I love you.”

He moaned and pulled her closer, rubbing her front against his, wishing they could swallow each other up and never part again. His hands clung to the back of her school robes while hers lay loosely around his neck.

Sebastian pulled back, leaning his head against the cool pillar of the Undercroft, and caught his breath. She’d never been so close to him, and with his right hand, he leaned the girl’s head backwards, cupping her skull in his palm for him to gaze into her eyes — blank and foggy blue over her natural colour with the effects of the spell.

“Can you moan for me?” he asked breathlessly.

“Yes,” she said.

“Do it,” said Sebastian. “I want to hear it as I kiss you. Pretend to feel something, pretend you like it.”

“Yes,” she said again and tilted her head backwards as Sebastian brought his face beneath her chin to kiss her neck there too.

He could feel her gentle moans right against his lips, and little whimpers of pleasure as he nibbled at her skin — very lightly, careful not to leave a mark — and felt her shiver in his arms and press herself closer against him. His whole face felt flushed and his body was on fire, every nerve of his hungry to feel more of her, his mouth eager to consume her, his mind knowing of nothing else than the weight of her in his arms and the sound of her in his ears and the taste of her in his mouth.

Sebastian worked his way up to her chin and pecked it with light kisses, then slowly travelled up to dip his mouth beneath her lower lip.

“Sebastian,” she gasped, sounding breathless in a way he’d never dreamed of.

“Is that how you sound at night when you think of me, darling?” he asked in a moment of mad confidence.

“Yes,” she sighed.

Sebastian was stunned still at hearing it. Was that another effect of the curse? Had she just told him what he wanted to hear, or did she tell the truth?

“Sebastian,” she moaned again in a faint and quiet whisper. It was lost in the stale air of the Undercroft.

“Sebastian?” he heard call again, but this time it wasn’t in her voice.

He looked up to find Ominis standing by the entrance to the Undercroft, his wand out emitting red echoes in search of them and a little square wrapping of napkins held in his left arm. Sebastian’s blood froze in his veins for the split second it took to remember that his friend was blind. They were still in a compromising position and he couldn’t afford for Ominis to know what they had done together — or rather what Sebastian had done to her.

“Finite incantatem,” he muttered under his breath, and slowly he felt the curse melt away from the girl’s mind.

She sagged in his arms, a bit unsteady on her feet for a moment, and Sebastian held her up until she came back to her senses. He let his eyes drink her in for one final time, his gaze caressing her lips and the angle of her cheekbones and her eyes while she held her head in her hands and winced. Once he noticed she could stand on her own, he unwrapped his arms from around her waist and started walking closer to where Ominis stood.

“H-hello, Ominis,” he started. “Something the matter?”

“Oh, nothing. Only that you weren’t there for lunch,” he said, a suspicious expression plain on his face. “Either of you.” His head moved in the direction from where the girl’s breath hitched as she got her bearings. He could probably hear her footsteps too when she leaned against the pillar to cool her head.

“Were you practising something?” Ominis asked.

“No,” said Sebastian coolly. “Nothing in particular. We were just talking. Lost track of time, I suppose.”

“Then why were you saying finito after I came in?”

“Don’t worry about it, Ominis,” Sebastian groaned. His hands had begun to shake and all the warmth was drained out of his body. “Everything’s fine. Right?” he said, turning around to look at their friend.

“Right,” she said automatically, not quite looking up at either of the boys. “Hello, Ominis. We have class now, right?”

Her hand went to her neck instinctively, and it broke Sebastian’s heart to see her wipe away his kisses from her skin. Did she even realise what had happened, or was the cold feeling bothering her? Her hands went up to straighten her loosened tie next, and before she looked away Sebastian thought he caught a blush on her.

“I’m surprised you recall,” said Ominis snidely. “Nothing as interesting as the spells you practice with Sebastian, I’m sure. Do you even remember what class we have now?”

“Don’t be like that,” she muttered. “Let’s go. We don’t want to be late for… for…”

“Potions,” sighed Ominis.

“Your favourite,” Sebastian grinned, coming to stand by him with his hands shoved in his pockets.

Ominis narrowed his eyes at the comment. “In any case, I brought you lunch. Nothing much, just a couple of sandwiches.”

“Oh, thank you, Ominis,” she grinned brightly, sounding grateful and relieved.

“Can I have one?” Sebastian asked.

“I don’t know, can you?” he quipped. “And don’t roll your eyes at me, I can hear you doing it.”

The girl joined them and they stepped out of the Undercroft together. There was an unsteadiness to her still, which Sebastian could plainly see and Ominis could hear, but none of them made any mention of it. Sebastian’s skin still tingled where he had touched her, his lips itching to kiss her again, but beneath it was a nagging feeling that he had gone too far and betrayed her trust. He licked the taste of her off his lips one final time.

[cerridwen007]

Put him in his Place.

        

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader

Word count: 3k (18+)

Summary: Javier comes home from a particularly hard day at work and instead of being able to help him relax and take his mind off work like you usually can, he snaps at you causing you to put him in his place.

Notes/warnings: SMUT,established relationship,oral (female and male receiving), fingering, unprotected p in v, slapping, rough sex, switch reader, switch Javier, powerplay, dirty talk, Javi being a cocky little brat.

A/N: This is the very first smut I've finished and am posting to Tumblr, so please let me know what you think/ what I can improve on. I'm pretty shit at editing but I looked over it a few times so hopefully it's okay/easy to read. Also when I was writing the start I kept thinking the song Sunny by Bobby Hebb would work really well with it for some reason. Like I was picturing it like a scene in a movie,(spoiler) Javi and reader just aggressively making out to that happy song haha, which I honestly don’t know if it's been done before. So if you wanted to maybe play that song just as you are about to start reading and see if it fits. Sorry for the long author's notes. Hope you enjoy it!

Javier and you have been rocky ever since Pablo Escobar got put in prison, a jail of his own design that was basically the opposite of a jail. Yes, Javier has been stressed since you met about work but now more than ever his stress has been through the roof.

Usually you were able to calm him down with a drink and some "relief" and he would be fairly relaxed till something else at work came up. You understood it was a stressful job and a stressful case. You just hoped it would be over soon because seeing Javier stressed all the time killed you a little inside. Although you didn't mind one bit helping him relax in more ways than one. Tonight was a bit different though.

Javier opened the door hard, making a loud bang, he slammed his fist against the door shutting it. "Fucken hell!" You cringed a little at the loud noises before walking over to greet him in the most soothing voice you could. "Hi Javi, baby, how was your day?" It didn't work. Instead of responding "not the best but atleast I'm here with you now" like he usually did before giving you a big long kiss, he angrily walks past you.

"I need a drink"

Before you can go to pour him one he grabs himself a full glass of whiskey and knocks it back in one go. He then starts pouring himself a second glass. You chime in trying to calm the lion. "Honey I made your favourite tonight! And after dinner maybe I could run you a nice hot bath, and then maybe I'll let you have a little show of my new lingerie set!"

Instead of scooping you up and taking you to the bedroom with a sly smirk on his face like you expected him to do he scoffs and shoots down his second drink of the night. He gets up and walks over to the door not even making eye contact with you.

"I'm going out, don't wait up."

You grab his wrist gently, "Hey I don't know what happened at work today, we can talk about it if you want but we don't have to but I don't think it's a good idea to drink your troubles away.

"God, nothing happened at work okay, stop mothering me and leave me like the rest do okay!"

His words hurt a little and they hurt hearing knowing he is hurting and that for some reason he doesn't want to confide in you about it or let you help him. But still you brushed them aside knowing that Javier struggled to open up sometimes.

"Okay I understand your upset Javi but please don't take this out on me okay I'm just trying to help you cause I care about you."

He pulls his wrist away from you  and looks into your eyes with an anger you haven't ever seen in your shared home, a look that is only used when dealing with the most terrible criminals in Bogota.

"I’m not fucken taking anything out on you okay bitch, you're just being a clingy whiny child that won't leave me alone, for God's sake I need my space."

Something overcomes you, you are not ever an aggressive person even in the bedroom, and you knew that it was not the normal Javier speaking, no disrespecting, you like that and that he must have had a hell of shitstorm day at work but still, you needed to put him in his place.

You raise your hand and slap him fairly hard across his cheek. You immediately feel bad and go to apologise. " i...i...sorry I didn-"

"Do it again"

"What?"

"Slap me again, harder this time"

" if this is trap I don't want-"

"It's nothing like that, don't get me wrong I love how much you care despite what I said but this what I saw in your eyes as you slapped me, that passion, made me wanna ravage you all night."

Each word he speaks you see the desire grow in his eyes and the wetter you get.

"Stop talking."

You slap a little lower and harder on his jawline leaving a red mark that stings his smirking face. You both lunge at each other holding each other's face in your hands, lips pressed firmly against one another's, tongues slip in and out of eachothers mouth dancing around, encased in wetness.

Javier pushes you against the wall hard, smashing the glass of the picture frame behind you. You moan out in pain and pleasure. You push off the wall walking Javier backwards and your hands start roaming to each other's bodies each trying to get each other's clothes off as fast as possible. Your lips only break to catch your breaths and to get a better look at the buttons.

You push him up against the wall this time keeping you body close to his. He groans a little in pleasure as you do. He pushes off the wall and the shirts come off. In one quick movement he undoes your bra and hoists you up so your legs wrap around his hips. Throwing you against the wall harder times you both moan, you can feel his hard cock pushing against your waist.

He kisses down your jawline, down your neck to your breasts where he fondles them in his hands and sucks on the left nipple, the stimulation of one of your most sensitive areas causes you to moan loudly. You brace yourself with one hand on the wall palm flat. The other hand on the nape of Javi's neck moving up to his soft dark short hair.

He switches nipples, you grind against his cock hinting you want more as the desire builds up in you more and more. He takes the hint and pulls you off the wall putting his lips back against yours, hot and wet. His hands go down you back to your ass where they hold on for dear life. He backs into the bedroom. Your hand that was on the wall now holds his jaw. He turns around and throws you both down on the bed, him on top of you.

He strips your pants off you quickly before doing the same to himself. The heat between your legs rises seeing his toned tan arms flex as they literally rip your panties off you, pulling the shreds down your legs out of the way. He looks like a wild animal about to sink its teeth into prey, eyes alive with anger, hunger and lust. But you're not backing off in fear.

You pull him close to your body and roll so you're on top of him, and grab his member in his boxers firmly, he raises his hips and head up, his brows crease together overcome with pleasure with a tinge of pain. You grab the top of his head, his soft warm brown hair gripped between your white knuckles. Pulling a little you put him in his place.

"You won't do any of that till I tell you to.” you harshly whisper into his face, releasing his cock from your firm grip.

He stares in your eyes not breaking contact, his lips slightly turning into a smirk while his eyes are still very much alive with passion and hate.

"Oh yeah?" He growls

He flips you over so he is on top now. He grabs your wrists with one of his hands and raises it above your head. This is a play for power now. Javier liked your fire and control just as much as he likes having his own. So he wants to test to see how far you will go before you give into him.

"You're going to regret that" you say with a firm tone.

"Make me" he smirks

You lift your head to kiss him. He goes in for the kiss. You swerve and sink your teeth semi lightly into the crevice between his neck and shoulder, leaving a mark that will last a while. Javi pulls away and groans in pain, but is turned on more than ever. While he's distracted you pull your wrists apart from his hold and flip so you're on top again, straddling him.

"You're being a very bad boy," you hiss.

"Can't help it" he smiles, grinning.

You push firmly down on his chest and go to kiss the mark you gave him seconds before. You leave a trail of kisses and bites into his skins down his chest and stomach. He groans with every contact, each making his cock pulse in need of release. You make it to his boxes and pull them down slowly. You lick your lips and purse them around the tip of his dick. He whimpers quietly.

"I haven't even started yet baby and you're already whimpering, can't wait for you to start screaming my name."

You say smirking before putting your lips back on his throbbing dick, pushing the tip past your lips and adding a hand to his thick cock.

You start slow but quickly build momentum and his dick becomes slick with your spit and his precum. He fights the urge to buck his hips up and instead grips the sheets with one of his veiny hands and pushes some of your hair behind your ear with the other.

"F...fuck sweetheart.... you're too good at that!"

You smirk around his cock, your teeth lightly graze him for a second causing him to groan loudly. You fasten your strokes as he moans in total pleasure. You smirk to yourself knowing you almost got it out of him. 

Moaning your name turns into incomprehensible whimpers as you bring him to his high, but you're not finished till you milk out every last drop with your hands firm around him, licking everything he has to offer.

Both of you breathless, you go up to his face and passionately kiss, exchanging the taste of him and his pleasure to his own tongue. He goes to sit you up and switch positions before kneeling in front of you so he can offer you some release now.

"Oh... no baby you don't have to do that... tonight's all about making you feel goo-"

"Please... let me... please let me make you feel as good as you just made me feel... let me taste your sweetness."

He was begging you to let him stuff his face between your thighs. God it made you feel powerful, to have a man like Javier on knees before you, you couldn't say no to that. Not to mention that everytime he ate you out, (which with Javier was often because he couldn't get enough of you) he left your legs trembling for the rest of the night from his fucken godly tongue.

"Okay baby, you've begged enough." You tease.

Before you can say another word his face dives between your warmth, head first into your wet folds. He licks a tender strip up your pussy before teasing your pulsating clit with the tip of his tongue. You throw your head back and uncontrollably moan out.

“Fuck!”

He wraps his hands around your thighs and pulls your centre closer to him. He slips a thick finger into you slowly causing you to arch your back into his touch.

"Javi" you breathily moan, totally succumbing to the divine pleasure that this man was devoted to giving you just with his mouth and hands. The pathetic whines you make as he slips a second finger into your hole, pumping them in and out of your pussy make his cock twitch. But he pushes down the need to be buried deep inside you till he fully repays the pleasure you gave him.

Knowing how close you are by the more strangled and loud moans coming from your pretty little mouth, he fucks you harder and deeper with his fingers and further stimulates your throbbing clit with his tongue, very gently biting down occasionally, blending the lines of pain and pleasure.

"Cum for me cariño, give me all your sweet essence to drink.  He breathes against your wet centre.

Those words push you over the edge. A series of loud breathy moans escape your mouth, your legs trembling, threatening to crush Javi's head, but he doesn't care or notice. He is too busy working you through your high, licking up every sweet drop of your liquid pleasure he can get from you.

He eventually comes up and crawls up to you cradle your reddened face between his hands, passionately kissing your plump lips.The taste of both of your pleasures are exchanged, dancing around each other tongues. You break away, both of you still out of breath from the previous activities. He lies down on his back next to you.

Your mind flashes back to the start of the night, the events that ultimately led you here. You feel the heat rise in your cheeks once again as the anger you felt overcomes you once again. You think Javi still needs to be taught a lesson, and just thinking about putting him in his place makes your pussy ache in need for his cock to fill the emptiness his fingers left moments ago filled.

Noticing a shift in the air, Javi asks you what you're thinking about.

"Oh just how I still think you need to be put in your place Peña." You growl.

He smirks, loving every second of this new power dynamic he gets. "Oh you gonna teach me a lesson baby" he teases waiting for a reaction out of you.

"Oh you fucken bet, smartass" you snap back. Quickly you move on top of him again and slap his face. 

“Your a very lucky man Javi, to be blessed with such a patient partner who is used to dealing your shitty attitude, offering every ounce of love and care she has to you every time you have a bad day at work, sucking your dick so hard you forget all you problems for the night.”

“Oh yeah I sure am lucky-”

You push your thumb to his lips while holding his chin in the rest of your fingers, shushing him. 

“I wasn't finished talking!” you snap.

“Someone better teach you a lesson about manners before someone permanently shuts that dirty little mouth of yours.”

Javi gulps, his cock straining against your warm weight above needing more and more to release his show of affection in your tight wet cunt.

You tip his chin up, pulling your thumb down his lips slowly. You push your face close to his, mouths almost touching. 

“What, cat got your tongue?” you whisper seductively in his mouth, licking your lips. Your hot breath causes his cock to pulsate even more and goosebumps to emerge over his neck. He swallows hard, a quiet moan escaping his throat.

“Good boy, you finally learnt that it's best to shut up then let your sly tongue ruin the fun for you.” you joke.

You once again firmly grab his throbbing boner and stroke it a few times before guiding it to your entrance, you slowly sit down on it, letting your cunt adjust to his wide length. Breathy moans fall out of both of your mouths. Once you reach the base, you let half of his cock fall out before taking it all again. You fasten your pace, arching your back as the angle his cock hits every time causes your breath to hitch in your throat, making strangled moans. 

He becomes a whimpering mess below you, both from the pleasure you were bestowing upon him and because of his overwhelming need to turn you over and fuck the shit out of you himself, fueled by the need to appease and pleasure the one good thing in his life.

“Please let me fuck you baby make you feel way better than you can make yourself feel bouncing on my dick.”

You stare at him, at first annoyed but then smile knowing that nobody can make you feel as good as he can, even yourself. You felt you had teased him enough tonight not letting him take full control like he usually did. You smirk nodding and give a playful slap on his chest.

“Okay but you better fuck the shit out me pretty boy, make my cunt ache for days after this.”

“Oh mi amor, you won’t be able to even walk for days after this.” he said with a smirk twisting into a devilish smile.

He swiftly sits up to embrace you tightly, his pace quickly surpassing that off your own. The new angle hitting you somehow even deeper than before, causing your eyes to roll back into your head. You now are the one who whimpers pathetically, love-drunk on every mind numbing thrust Javi provides you. Chills run throughout your body as Javi brings you closer and closer to your orgasm. In between his deep grunts and breathes he whispers dirty, dirty words into your ear. 

“Yeah that’s right… nobody can make you feel as good..as…I can cariño.”

“I love your tight little cunt….and those little desperate sounds you make… when I fuck the shit out it.”

“God you look so fucken pretty…. when you're about cum on my cock… wanna stay like this… with you forever.”

The both of you are so close, to help you finish he squeezes to tighter, closer to him, kneading one of your breasts with one hand and circling you clit with the other, using his hands as the anchors to enter your pussy as hard and fast as he can. Your hand reaches up to behind his head as you both simultaneously reach your high.

“Ahhhh…. fuck…. Javi…. you feel so good!”

You turn your head and look at him, he leans forward and kisses your forehead, panting hard as he rides out his high. He carefully slips out his softening dick out of your aching, sensitive pussy. You both fall into the bed holding each close as you catch your breaths yet again. 

“Fuck I think i’m going to need you come home from work angry more often.” you laugh out of breath.

He laughs against the back of your neck. “Yeah also feel free to slap me whenever you want cause fuck… that was hot.”

You both laugh, nodding. This night turned out better than expected, and you wish to be nowhere else except here entwined closely with the love of your life, hot,sticky and tired after you extraneous activities, slowly drifting to sleep with nothing but the sounds of busy Bogotá and Javi’s deep breaths caressing your neck.

[nymphoheretic]

Nymph: Tumblr wanna be a bitch to me and label my other post with the real banner so yall get stuck with the back up...like I paid for that comm, tumblr and all it is with demon Rengoku licking her collarbone!

Synopsis: Upper Moon Demon, Rengoku Kyoujuro has taken you as a prize, but one morning he comes home and tells you something that sets you off. He manipulates those feelings of rage to his own enjoyment.

Warnings: dubcon, fingering, hatefucking, monsterfucking, cowgirl postion, creampie, coercion, corruption kink

Word count: 2.2k

Pairing: Rengoku Kyoujuro x f!reader

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You hated that you was so deeply attracted to this demon. His slow corruption of your body was sinful. It has been nearly a year since you were captured by the Upper Moon Demon, Rengoku Kyoujuro; He said he found you to be a beautiful addition to his collection. What collection you did not know. You’ve never seen anywhere else other than his bedroom where you were chained to his bed post.

While your mind has yet to be conquered by him, your body has been. He has trained you so well that most times you feel like a toy for him to play with as he wishes. You sighed as you glanced out the veiled window and saw the sunlight that filtered through and you knew that he would be here soon to claim your body. Your cunt clenched at the thought of him using you, corrupting your body.

Your body grew hotter with anticipation as you picked up on the familiar footsteps of the demon who owned you. The door to the room slid open and you automatically dropped to your knees. Your body reacts before you could say anything as you slowly crawled over to the tall, blond demon, the chain around your neck jangling with your movements. Your pussy grew even wetter when that devilish smile crossed his lips, but your mouth betrayed the neediness of your body. “Who did you kill time, you monster?”

Kyoujuro looked unfazed by the bitterness in your tone as he knelt down and stroked the side of your face, his touch leaving trails of heat in its wake and a low moan rumbled in your throat.

He smiled, showing his fangs. “Just a hashira who refused to become a demon for me.” He tapped his chin in thought as he waited for you to rise to your feet to help undress him. “What was his name again? Ah. Hakuji.” His grin widened when he noticed the way your eyes widened.

“H-hakuji...” you whispered, your hands falling from Kyoujuro’s shoulders as you stopped undressing him. “The Wind Hashira, Hakuji?” My body began to visibly shake. He’s killed another one of your beloved friends.

This time it was Hakuji, the man who you accidentally said you loved to Kyoujuro when he first captured you. You could feel the heat of anger fill your body as you turned to glare at the demon in front of you. You barely noticed the smug smile nestled on his lips as you screamed, “I fucking hate you!” Tears burned in youeyes as you glared at him.

His fanged smile widened as he grabbed you by the wrists and pulled you against his hard solid chest. One hand took hold of both of your wrists, leaving the other free to grab your face. “Aw...” he cooed, “Are you crying?” Kyoujuro leaned in, his tongue slipping out to lick at the tears in your eye.

“And you hate me, my Sweet?” His tongue trailed down until it reached your lips. “Then fuck me like you hate me.” He grabbed you by the face and caught your lips with his in a furious kiss.

Your body automatically leaned into him as your arms wrapped around his neck, hands tangling in his long blond hair. You then proceeded to yank with all your strength, breaking the kiss and sinking your dull teeth into his neck.

You wanted to hate him!

He probably killed Hakuji out of spite because you said you had loved him. You jumped up and wrapped your legs around his waist as his hands locked around your thighs as he carried you to the large bed. You bit down harder on his neck, eliciting a growl from him.

“Hmmm...” Kyoujuro hummed as his red kanji-inscribed eyes glared down at you when you pulled away. “You’re really pissed off this time.” Another devilish, panty-melting smirk spread over his lips. “Maybe, I should have killed him sooner.” His smile widened when you pulled on his hair angrily, snarling at him and rotating your hips to press your cunt closer against his hardened cock. “Mmmm...Yes, I definitely should’ve killed him earlier.”

You growled as you used your weight to sling him back onto the bed when he approached it. You ripped his clothing off of him, not bothering with the punishment that will occur for damaging the precious silks. He gave you a command to fuck him like you hated him and that much was true.

At this moment you hated him. He killed another one of your fellow hashira just to spite you. Why didn’t he just kill you? Why did he keep you alive?

You nipped at his bottom lip before running your tongue over it. You easily climbed on top of him, your cunt already drenched just from being near his otherworldly body. You hated the control he had over your body, but you could not deny that you wanted him.

You wanted his thick, fat cock inside you.

“So needy today.” he teased as his claws made quick work of the thin white kimono you were wearing. He used two fingers to rub against the front of your underwear, a pleased growl rumbling in his chest. “And already this wet? Your panties are soaked, my sweet.”

The fingers that were rubbing so slowly moved the strip of fabric covering your cunt. Kyoujuro then pushed them inside, his claws retracting as he did so. His eyes darkened with lust at the lewd sound your pussy made as he slid his fingers in and out. “Listen to the sounds you’re making, dear one. How lewd.”

Biting down on his shoulder, you muffled the moans that were escaping you. Your treacherous, slutty body was responding to this demon’s touch even though your mind was clear that you hated him. You wanted to hate him so fucking much, but no matter how much you tried to deny it.

You were so attracted to him. Your body was made for him and his cock has molded your aching cunt in his shape. This demon has ruined you for everyone else. “Kyoujuro, please?”

He hummed as he pumped his fingers at a maddening speed, his hips shifting slightly to rub his thick cock against your thighs. “Please, who, darling? You know what to call me.”

Another mewl left you as your body began to tremble. Your release was getting closer and closer, you could almost taste it. But then, Kyoujuro stopped all movement, his thumb resting on your clit. You let out a sobbing curse as you glared at him with wet eyes. “Why?” you tried to growl out but it sounded more pitiful than anything. “Why did you stop?”

Kyoujuro smiled, fangs gleaming in the dimly lit room. “Say what I want to hear and maybe I’ll let you cum before I fill you with my cock, Pet.”

It was like a switch was flipped in your mind when Kyoujuro called you that name. you felt your body melt into his warm embrace, a purr rumbling in your chest as your eyes narrowed seductively. “Please, Master. Will you please fuck me on your fingers then let me ride your cock?” you rubbed your thigh over the hard length underneath you as your hand went to rub along the swollen tip, spreading the pre that was seeping out. “Please, my master?”

“That’s my good girl.” He smirked as he flexed his hand, ripping your panties off of you . The slight burn from the fabric stretching over your flesh as it shredded made you moan loudly.

You shrieked in pleasure when his fingers resumed their furious pace within you , his thumb rubbing circles over your sensitive bit. You could do nothing except cry out, your throat becoming raw from the screams and hold onto his shoulders to keep your balance over him.

“You’re such a slut.” He growled, eyes glowing. “My perfect slutty girl.”

You cried out when Kyoujuro curled his fingers, rubbing against that particular spot within you that always had you cumming within seconds.”Fuck...oh fuck...Right there. Please, Master, don’t stop.” You screamed out as you began creaming on his fingers, your thighs trembling from the rush of liquids dripping out of you.

Your breath came out in harsh pants as your body shook. Your eyes widened when you caught the short smirk that crossed the demon’s face before he lined his massive cock up with your still clenching hole. “Master I-” you did not get to finish your sentence as he snapped his hips up and filled you, stretching you to take all of him to the hilt.

He let out a loud groan as his large hands wrapped around your hips, guiding you to bounce hard on his lap. “Fuck, you feel so good, sweet one.” Kyoujuro tossed his head back against the pillows, his long hair spilling over them in a curtain of gold. He fucked into you hard and fast, not giving you a chance to even think.

Your mind went blank and all you could think of was him and how good his dick felt pounding away at your pussy. Your hips began to move of their own accord as your hands came to rest on his chest so that you could sit up and take him in more.

The slick sounds of skin on skin filled the room along with your cries of pleasure. you tossed my head back as you bounced on his cock, loving every thick inch inside of you. Ignoring the burning in your thighs, continuing to ride him like your life depended on it.

You could feel that tingling heat in the bit of your stomach; you were so close. So very close. You let out a frustrated sound when his hands suddenly grabbed you by the waist and held you in place. “Why?” You growled out. “Why did you stop me?”

The deep chuckle that rumbled from his chest vibrated your whole body as he pressed on your swollen and puffy clit with his thumb and the other hand came up to grab you by the throat. “Who are you growling at, Pet?”

His hand tightened marginally as his thumb began to rub slow circles around your sensitive flesh. That teasing smile never left his lips as he sat up and pulled you against his chest, holding you in place. “The fun is just beginning. We have all day until the moon rises for me to corrupt your body even more.”

The circling grew faster as you squirmed in his lap, tiny mewls and whimpers leaving you as you plead with him. “Soon, you’ll be mine completely, my sweet. You may try to deny it, but in your mind, you’re already mine as well.”

Yes, you knew deep in your mind that you belonged to Rengoku Kyoujuro. Even as he fucked that into you everyday. You belonged to him. He has corrupted your mind and body. And there was nothing you would do to change that.

You slowly raised your arms and wrapped them around his neck, threading your fingers in his long golden hair. Leaning in, you caught his lips with yours, your tongue seeking out his. The kiss was sloppy, needy, hungry and when you pulled away a glistening string of saliva still connected you to him. “I am yours to corrupt, Master.”

His palm smacked soundly against one of my ass cheeks as he began to bounce him hard on his cock once more as he grinned that devilish grin. “That’s right. You’re my toy to play with. Mine to corrupt. Forever and always.” He increased his thrusting, hitting that sweet spot repeatedly. You moaned out as you clung to him, your voice coming out in a sob. As you grinded your hips down as he rubbed furious circles over yur oclit. “Since you’ve been so good...Cum. Cum for me now.”

As if on command, your body shook with your orgasm, your juices dripping down your thighs as you creamed on his dick. Your whole body trembled as he continued to move within you, pounding away at your insides. Drool rolled down the side of my mouth as my eyes rolled to the back of my head.

It felt so good. So damn good. You wanted his hot cum. You wanted it so badly. “Please, Master. Fill me up. I want you to cum inside me.”

Another loud smack echoed through the room as his palm connected with the flesh of your ass cheek. “You want me to cum?” His voice became a silk like purr as his thumb pressed against your clit. “You want a demon like me to fill you up?” His words were so smooth as his hips moved in tune with yours as he pumped his cock in and out. “Huh, my Pet?”

The hand on your ass moved to wrap around the back of your neck and pulled you in for a kiss, his tongue slipping inside. He kissed you slowly as you clung to him, hanging off him as that tingling heat built up in your lower belly again. It tightened faster than before as Kyoujuro thrust up into you. “You want me to corrupt this slutty body of yours?”

“Yes!” you whined. “Corrupt me, please!” you begged, tears burning at your eyes. You had to admit it now; your mind was corrupted. You belonged fully to this man, to this demon. He owned you.

You let out another screeching moan when that heated cord within you snapped. Your orgasm left you dizzy as it left your clenching hole and spilled all over Kyoujuro’s lap. You felt him speed up, his heavy balls slapping against your cunt.

Kyoujuro rut his cock into you faster as your hole clenched around him, trying to milk him. He grit his teeth, fangs bared as he wrapped his arms around you and held you down on his cock as it twitched. Thick, white ropes of hot cum filled your cunt as Kyoujuro began to gently stroke his claws down your back. “You are mine, my sweet. Never forget that.”

[corey-cumminghams-malewife]

🌹post-michael corey cunningham 18+ alphabet🌹

corey cunningham x gn reader

minors dni

my first piece on tumblr. thought i'd start with one of my top 5 slashers i'm thirsty for.

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a (aftercare)

♡ very attentive

♡ will clean both of you up with a washcloth that's been soaked in warm water

♡ will kiss your forehead and cheek in a soft possessive manner

♡ will bring both of you a small glass of choccy milk before cuddling

b (their favorite body part of theirs and yours)

♡ he loves his hands

♡ there's so much he can do with those large hands of his

♡ fix, create, build, kill, caress, bring pleasure, dominate

♡ the list is endless

♡ his favorite body part on you is your eyes

♡ they convey so much to him when words fail

♡ they show him adoration, love, care, sympathy, empathy, desire, pain, excitement, happiness, vulnerability, submissiveness

♡ he can stare into them forever

c (anything to do with cum)

♡ has to come inside you every time

♡ doesn't care whether its in your mouth or your hole/s

♡ refuses to see his cum lay against the bedding or drying on your skin

♡ must be down your throat or deep inside of you

♡ will push the cum back into your hole/s if it leaks out

♡ if he's feeling particularly depraved he'll eat his own cum out of you

♡ creampies. that is all

d (dirty secret)

♡ his bottom drawer of his dresser is full of underwear that he stole from you

♡ has pieces even from his pre-michael days

♡ lays on his bed with the garments covering his face and jacks himself off while inhaling your scent

♡ will also use your underwear as a cumsock

♡ if he's a switch (post-michael not a sub) will also furiously masturbate with your underwear shoved up his ass

e (how experienced are they)

♡ not very experienced

♡ only fooled around with maybe two people in highschool before sharing a night or two with allyson

♡ pre-michael he was very eager to learn all what allyson and then you could show him

♡ post-michael he knows what he wants and what he wants to experiment with

♡ will not hesitate to try something new with you or to take the lead in the bedroom

♡ the shyness has left him

f (favorite position)

♡ mating press and doggy

♡ wants to be as deep inside of you as possible

g (are they goofy or serious in the moment)

♡ serious for the most part

♡ corey is obsessed and extremely possessive over you

♡ sex is one of the most important and prominent ways he can take ownership of you and join with you in a near spiritual way

♡ so lightheartedness and being goofy in the bedroom is not high on the agenda

h (how well groomed are they)

♡ leaves himself natural aside from some minor trimming maintenance

i (intimacy, how are they during the moment)

♡ corey is overwhelmingly intense and passionate during sex

♡ he doesn't take sex with you lightly and it shows

♡ other times he is brutally rough and dominating. animalistic even.

♡ you are left with hickeys, bite marks, bruises, scratch marks and aches

j (jacking off, their views on masturbation)

♡ corey is always lusting after you

♡ so if you can't see each other for a while he has no qualms about jacking off to thoughts, photos and even videos of you. let's also not forget about your underwear.

k (one or more kinks)

♡ corey has quite a few kinks

♡ breeding, somnophilia, bdsm, ddlg/b, knife play, blood play, public sex, fisting, choking you, sounding, dacryphilia, c&b torture, praise and degradation and a few more he's yet to express to you

l (favorite locations to do it)

♡ the bed

♡ shower

♡ kitchen counter

♡ movie theatre

♡ you bent over his motorcycle whether in his garage at home or at the auto shop

m (motivation, what gets them going)

♡ just the mere initial sight of you os enough for corey to be straining in his jeans

♡ when your clothes pull taut across your ass, groin or chest

♡ when you bend for something at just the right angle

♡ corey loses his mind when you whisper in his ear or give him the mischievous eyes and devious smirk

♡ when you show him your undivided attention and lots of affection

n (no! something they wouldn't do)

♡ corey's pretty damn depraved but he won't do bathroom stuff

♡ will not share you with anyone... unless its michael (yes, peepaw's still alive!!! i refuse to aknowledge the ending of halloween ends)

♡ will not be a sub. pre-michael corey would of most likely been quite subby but post-michael corey is not. at most he'll be a switch on occasion

o (oral, preferences in giving or receiving)

♡ enjoys both equally

♡ really enjoys a nice bj

♡ but will go absolutely feral when given the chance to skullfuck you

♡ loves hearing your moans and tasting your essence when he sucks you off/eats you out

♡ enjoys rim jobs too

p (fast and rough or slow and sensual)

♡ it depends on his moods or simply his whims

♡ whether pounding into you at a brutal unforgiving pace or taking it slow and making soft love, corey enjoys both. there's no one or the other

q (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc)

♡ enjoys a good quickie

♡ when time is short for you both to be in one another's company, a quickie is more than enough to tide corey over until he can get his hands on you for hours at an end

♡ loves the thrill of a quickie in his house with his mom slinking around, at the auto shop during a work day or even in the movie theatre

r (risks, are they game to experiment? take risks etc)

♡ big risk taker

♡ loves to see how far he can push your body over the pleasure and pain threshold

♡ enjoys experimenting in bringing both you and himself pleasure through trying out various things he's seen on the net

♡ loves when you jack him off while riding his motorcyle

s (stamina, how many rounds can they go for? how long do they usually last?)

♡ has a shitload more stamina since he started to religiously work out everyday to keep him fighting (killing) fit

♡ he seems to be able to pound away into you over and over again until your sobbing from overstimulation and exhaustion

♡ he can last a good 3 to 5 rounds

t (toys, do they own toys? do they use them?)

♡ yes!

♡ corey has purchased many toys for you and him

♡ he likes vibrators, vibrating dildos, vibrating cock rings.

♡ loves using the hitachi magic wand on you and if he's in a dark mood he'll shove it up your hole too

♡ dildos and anal plugs of various and increasing sizes

u (unfair, how much do they like to tease)

♡ corey's not much of a teaser

♡ the only time he'll like to tease is when you've been particularly bratty or difficult on that day

v (volume, how loud are they? what noises do they make?)

♡ corey's a moaner and quite vocal

♡ he's not high pitched though

♡ his moans are low and throaty

♡ will praise, degrade, whisper words of possession and babble nonsense too

♡ will whimper, groan and grunt some too

♡ if you're being very vocal during a particlar time in the act, Corey will let his inhibitions free and join you. this will of course make the room sound like a porno is being shot inside

w (wildcard, randon headcanon)

♡ wants to have a threesome with michael

x (x-ray, what's going on in their pants?)

♡ corey's a good 7.5inches when fully erect

♡ like the rest of him, his cock is thick and beefy

♡ it curves upwards a little at the top

♡ he is uncut

♡ has a few veins here and there

♡ he has a bulbous mushroom head

♡ large heavy testicles

y (yearning, how high is their sex drive?)

♡ fairly high

♡ his sex drive was about average before meeting you

♡ but after meeting and getting involved with you and post-michael? he finds lust (not just bloodlust) dominates his body and thoughts more often than not

z (how fast do they fall asleep afterwards?)

♡ typically corey is a deep and overthinker so he will likely stay awake for some time after with many different thoughts running through his mind

♡ if its been a hot summer's day and the auto shop has been especially busy then he'll find himself drifting to sleep much quicker afterwards than he normally would

♡ the same could be said after he's had a successful kill/s on that night

♡ he'll fall asleep faster then. sated and content, having fed both his sexual lust and bloodlust

hope this was satisfactory as i enjoyed writing it ❤

[bunk12bear]

I learned it from the pizza man chapter 4: The Continued Adventures of Olive Bro

Okay, this is the third time I've tried to post this. I tried twice last night but Tumblr crashed both times  _______________________________________________________________

Lance was freaking out, Keith was going to pick him up in less than an hour and he still didn't know what he was going to wear on this freaking date. He rifled frantically through his closet rejecting shirt after shirt, too casual, too casual, not casual enough, why the hell did he even still own this shirt, too casual, not casual - oh, god why was this so hard?

Ten minutes later he'd managed to pair his options down to two. Option one: a dark blue button-up with the sleeves cuffed at the elbows, nice jeans and dark brown leather loafers. Option two: a dark blue Star Wars t-shirt with a blue suit jacket and pants and blue Converse high tops.

Hunk. He needed Hunk to make the final decision. He knocked on the door to Hunk's room, both outfit options folded carefully over his arms. Hunk emerged from his room and seemed to know instantly what Lance needed.

“Hunk, my buddy,  my man, my absolute favorite person in the world”

Hunk interrupted,“Lance, you don't have to butter me up to get me to choose an outfit for your date tonight. You're my best friend, of course I'm  gonna do that for you. Just show me what you got.”

Lance laid the two options down on  Hunk’s bed and stepped back to let his friend take a look and consider both outfits.

“I'd go with the button up, the last time you wore that shirt the girl in the apartment next door wouldn't stop staring at you. I also overheard her saying something about how it apparently did things to your shoulders.”

“Thanks bro!” Lance yelled while  running to his bedroom to change and throw on a last-minute face mask.

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Keith was practically pacing a hole in the floor of the living room, much to Shiro's annoyance.

“Are you absolutely sure about this outfit?”

“Yes Keith, you look great and I would know, I picked it out.

“Do you think I should get him flowers, or would that be weird?”

“Do you think he'd like flowers?”

“Yes."

“Then buy him flowers, or do I have to pick those out too?”

“Shiro, I'm being serious.”

“Keith, relax. He clearly likes you. I mean, he did ask you to ask him out.”

“What if it's a prank?”

“It's not a prank.”

“How do you know for sure?”

“He wouldn't be keeping it up for so long if this is a prank.”

“Yes but do you know that.”

“KEITH!”

“Fine, fine, fine, whatever.” Keith took a deep breath. “'m okay, I'm fine.”

“Listen, Keith, if it somehow is a prank, witch it absolutely isn't by the way, then he's a jerk and not worth your time are your sadness, okay?” “You sound like one of those stupid inspirational text posts mom and her friends post on Facebook.”

Shiro laughed. “Hey at least you're not freaking out anymore.”

“Yeah, thanks for the pep talk. I should go now if I want to get him flowers.”

“Okay, text me when you're heading home.”

“I will”

“If you're taking your motorcycle remember a helmet!”

“Yes mom,” Keith huffed rolling his eyes

“Hey, this is a direct order from Mom. If she finds out I let you ride on that thing without a helmet she'd kill me. Slowly and painfully”

“Okay, okay I'll bring the helmet!”

“And bring the spare one for Lance.”

“Okay,” Keith replied impatiently

“I'm just worried about you. As your big brother I kind of have to be, it comes with the job”

“Goodbye Shiro."

Keith parked his bike in front of a little flower shop and walked up to the checkout counter. There was an old woman behind the register. She looked sweet, plump, vaguely grandmotherly, and was wearing a straw Hat and floral shirt. Exactly the kind of person you'd expect  to run a little flower shop. “How can I help you, dear?” “I need to buy flowers for a date.”

“Aw, who's the lucky lady.”

“Um, it's not.. it's not a lady. He's not a lady”

“Oh my mistake, terribly sorry did you have something   in mind?”

“Um, not really This is actually a first date but we've been kind of talking for a while. so  I know that his favorite color is blue, I think he mentioned licking Hydrangeas. I don't know that much about flowers”

The lady laughed. “Well then it's very good that I have a bouquet of blue Hydrangeas on hand.”

“I'll take those then.”

After the flowers were wrapped and paid for the lady smiled at him. “Good luck on your date dear.”

“Thank you.” And with that Keith's set off to Lance's house. ======================================================================== The doorbell rang and Lance shot up from the couch to answer the door.

Wow. Just wow. If Lance thought Keith was gorgeous in that ridiculous uniform he wasn't prepared for the way he looked dressed up for a date.

He was wearing a dark red button up, a leather jacket, tight fitting black jeans and black boots. “Hi Oh these, these are these are for you,” he he stuttered holding up  a bouquet of blue Hydrangeas. “I love Hydrangeas, My mom has them in her garden. Oh and they're blue, blue is my favorite color! You remembered.”

“I'm glad you like them.”

“Let me go get a vase for these. Come in and sit down on the couch while I go find one.”

When Lance finally found a vase for the bouquet - it was tucked away on one of the highest shelves, he literally needed a stool to reach it he placed it on the counter for a minute to take a look .Keith had gotten him Blue Hydrangeas. He'd actually remembered Lance talking  his favorite flowers and color. Could this guy possibly be any more amazing?. He smiled to himself before checking the time on the stove clock. 'Oh shit if we don't leave now we're going to be late!

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Lance walked away and Keith sat down  on the couch only to be greeted by a tiny girl with short brown hair and a tall dark-skinned dude who looked like he could be a linebacker, Lance's roommates, Keith presumed. It was good to finally put faces to names and voices.

The girl-Pidge, if he remembered correctly leaned closer narrowing her eyes menacingly. “Listen here, dude. Lance may be an idiot but he's our idiot and he's one of my best friends. You know the deal, if you hurt him we will destroy you.Got it?”

The big guy Hunk presumably,  nodded along, “Seriously, I usually hate violence but you don't mess with my friends.”

“Oh, okay.”

“And if you think I'm scary, he has four older siblings and like a whole bunch of cousins. You don't even want to know what they'd do after I’m done with you”

“I'm not going to hurt him, I swear!”

“I'm going to take you on your word. For now.”

“Um, th- thank you I guess.”

At that point, Lance walked back in from the kitchen with the Hydrangeas now in a vase and placed them on the side table by the couch.

“Hey so we gotta leave now if we're going to make the five o’clock movie,” Lance said and reached for Keith's hand. Together they began to walk towards the door. Keith took one last look back only to see Pidge Shot him an “I'm watching you” gesture”.

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They arrived at the movie theater on Keith's motorcycle. Yes, Keith had a motorcycle and Just when he thought Keith couldn't get any hotter. Lance had already bought the tickets so all they needed to do was present the printed out receipt to the bored looking teenage girl at the ticket booth.

She sighed and rolled her eyes but didn’t even bother to look up at them. “What movie do you want to see?”

“Moana please, we already bought our tickets, here's a receipt. They told me to give it to you so you could print out the physical tickets.”

“Okay fine whatever, just give me the receipt and…” she stopped halfway through her sentence as she finally actually looked up at Lance. She perked up instantly and immediately went to print out the ticket while looking up at Lance every couple of seconds. She grabbed the tickets and handed them to him obviously attempting to touch Lance and giggled. “Enjoy the movie, Sir, I hear it's super good,” she said dreamily while wrapping a lock of hair around her finger.

“Um...Thank you?" Lance might have been flattered by her flirting if it weren't for the fact that, one, she couldn't have been older than sixteen and two, it was incredibly obvious he was on a date.

Once she was out of your shot Keith began to laugh. “Okay what was that about?”

“Seriously, it’s soobvious I am on a date with you,’ Lance said, indicating their intertwined hands. “Let's go in before anyone else decides to hit on you.”

“Besides you, of course.” Lance winked at him.

“Oh, obviously.”

======================================================================== The movie was, as predicted, incredible. The animation was gorgeous the music was great and Keith was genuinely surprised at how much he liked Dwayne The Rock Johnson as Maui.

Lance definitely seemed to agree as he emerged from the movie theater dancing and singing an odd fragmented mix of whatever he could remember from “How Far I'll Go” and “You're Welcome”. Some people, including his teenage self, might have found it annoying but honestly, it was quite cute. Besides, any excuse to watch Lance was a good one, especially now with him all dressed up. The shirt hugged his shoulders just right and showed off his arms and his pants made his legs look a mile long.

They walked along towards the restaurant, Lance stopping his impromptu concert so they could chat about the movie.

“Can you believe Auliʻi Cravalho is only 16? Imagine being able to sing and act like that at 16!  I did theater in high school and I can think of  like four different girls who would legitimately have killed a man to get a voice like that at her age.”

Judging by his few interactions with the theater kids in high school Keith wasn't sure if that was much of an exaggeration.

“Yeah she was great. I was mostly surprised by The Rock, who knew he was so talented?”

“Actually I did know that, this girl who did hairspray with me in high school was obsessed with him, obsessed I tell you. Oh, and speaking of theater kids, did you see the SNL episode with Lin-manuel Miranda? God, he was brilliant! I swear Crucible Cast Party was taken from hidden cameras for my high school theater days.”

“Oh yeah, I saw that it was funny. I never really did any theater so I'm not sure if I got all of the jokes but it was still funny.”

They continued chatting, with Lance looking down occasionally to check the directions on his phone. The walk to the restaurant wasn't that long, 10 minutes at most - a fact that Keith was thankful for because he didn’t want to be out in the cold for longer than necessary. Three years of going to college up north and he still wasn't used to the winters.

When they got to the restaurant Lance talked to the hostess in rapid-fire Spanish, apparently, she was more comfortable with it than English. He didn't understand most of it. He hadn't bothered to take a foreign language class in high school. His father had taught him enough Korean before he died for Keith to opt out of it.

The lady seated them at an intimate table toward the back and handed them their menus.

“What do you think you're going to get?” Keith asked.

“Hunk says fajitas are incredible, I'm going to get them with chicken. He also recommends the tamales, will you share an appetizer of them with me?”

“Yeah sure, sounds great. I've never l had tamales before but they sound good. I think I'm going to get the Pollo con mole poblano.”

“Oh, good choice mole poblano is delicious.”

The waiter came by to take their order and dropped off a little round pan full of tortilla crisps. Keith hesitantly tasted one. It was warm and surprisingly flavorful, nothing like the store-bought ones. Lance grabbed one too and took a bite, his eyes lighting up. “Hunk was right, these are incredible! Maybe I should go back and ask for the recipe for him, turn up the Lancey Lance charm.” He wiggled his eyebrows at Keith.

“Really?” “I'm joking! And hey, it worked on you, didn't it?”

“That and you being incredibly handsome.”

Lance's cheeks darkened at the compliment.“Seriously though, if they wouldn't give it to Hunk they're not going to tell anyone. I swear, that boy is an angel from heaven! Always has been and I've known him since we were kids.”

“He seems like it. Your second roommate on the other hand... What's her deal?” “Pidge, she's a gremlin but we love her. She's actually two years younger than me but she's some kind of genius who went to college at like 16. We actually met at orientation. I mentioned my sexuality to some sorority sister and she made a face and told me that she didn't have time for” Lance's voice dropped to a whisper “sissy f-a-g-s.” His voice went back to normal. “Pidge came over and said: “And he doesn't have the time for dumb homophobic bitches but here we are!” Then I bought her a burger and we've been friends ever since.”

“I already met your roommates, any other friends I should know about?

“Yes! Hunk’s girlfriend Shay. She's also an angel, ooh and she's demisexual - not really relevant or anything but fun fact. Then there's Allura, she's bi like me. I used to have a huge crush on her. We actually went on a couple of dates but she was getting over a bad breakup and I was really homesick and it just didn't really work out. Don't worry though, that was a long time ago. Then there's her girlfriend Romelle who's a trans lesbian and the nicest person you'll ever meet, aside from hunk and Shay of course. They live in this really nice house because Allura is this fancy British heiress.”

“An heiress?” “Yeah, but she's like really cool and hard-working. She's getting a business degree so she can take over her father's company - well, technically her uncle's company. Her dad died a few years ago and her uncle was like his advisor or something so he took over the company in her stay until she was old enough and also took care of her. He has a weird name. Karen or Kran, something like that”

“Anyone else?”

“That's my immediate circle of friends. I mean Pidge's brother Matt visits sometimes but he graduated already so he's off doing some smart people thing, I don't know.”

“They sound great” “They are. They're also like super queer. I mean I've already told you about the others and Pidge is Aro Ace”

“And Hunk?” “ Hunk is our token straight person!”

Keith shrugged. “Every group needs one.”

“Exactly, how about you? Let's talk about your friends!”

“To be honest with you I don't actually have a lot of friends.”

“Oh well, I'm sure my friends will have no issue adopting you into the group.” “That sounds nice.” Keith hesitated for a second before continuing. “Can I can I be honest with you for a second?”

“Yeah, shoot.”

“You have to promise you're not going to think of me differently after you hear,  after what I have to say.”

“What could you possibly say that would make me think of you differently?. You don't have some like crazy stalker ex or something, right?”

“No, no. it's just... You know I'm adopted right?”

“Yeah, I already said that doesn’t make a difference.”

“The thing is, I haven't told you the full story. I wasn't adopted as a baby like most people. My dad died when I was nine and I don't know what happened to my mother. I spent a few years in foster care and I was 14 when the Shirrogaines adopted me."

Lance was quiet for a bit. “Wow, that's- wow.”

“I can leave now and pay if you're uncomfortable.”

“No, no, I'm not uncomfortable! It's just, you've been through so much. Thank you for sharing this with me.”

“Thank you for reacting so positively.”

“Wait, did other people react negatively?” Lance tried to keep his voice down but failed. Why in the world would people react badly to that?

“Yeah, a lot of people don't know how to react. Some people just cut me out of their lives altogether, it's one of the reasons I don't have a lot of friends.”

“Well, forget about those people, they're jerks and not worth your time. You are handsome, smart, funny, kind and you drive a badass motorcycle. You don't need that kind of negativity in your life.” “Thank you, that's actually really nice to hear.”

Lance grabbed Keith's hand “I can't pretend I understand what you've been through but I know what it's like to be judged for things out of your control. I'm an immigrant actually, we moved to the United States from Cuba when I was five, my oldest brother was going to go to college in the states and I don't remember exactly why but we relocated with him. When I went to kindergarten I didn't speak English very well because I'd only just learned it and Hunk was the only kid who bothered to talk to me. I don't know if I'll ever be able to repay that kindness.”

“Something tells me you already have.”

There was a loaded feeling in the air between them Keith found himself leaning in for a kiss. Before their lips made contact, however, they heard someone clear their throat.

The pair jumped apart and looked towards the sound. It was the waitress, she arrived with their food.

They ate their food while continuing to chat, Keith regaled Lance with the continued adventures of olive bro and Lance offered to feed him a bite of his meal which was far cuter than Keith would ever admit. Keith found out that Lance's full name was actually Leandro but he had chosen the nickname Lance after reading about the Middle Ages because his classmates were having trouble pronouncing his full name. Keith responded with a story about one foster kid from a group home who told him to go back to China after hearing him speak Korean and how he'd been utterly schooled by one of the older foster girls. They were so wrapped up in the conversation that they didn't notice the waitress coming over after they were done eating to clear the table, she gave a long-suffering sigh, muttered something about something about young love then walked off to fetch the bill.

Lance had paid for the movie so Keith paid for dinner and they left the restaurant hand in hand. Keith was about to get on his motorcycle and but Lance stopped him. “I had a really nice time tonight, do you think we could go on a second date after the winter break?”

“Yeah, yeah that sounds great!”

“Just so you know, there are no waitresses here to interrupt us.”

“You're being rather a cliche.”

“Shut up and kiss me mullet.”

“I don't have a-”

He didn't finish the sentence because Lance's lips were suddenly on his.

He lost track of time as they stood there kissing, he couldn't say there were fireworks or angels singing but god it was a really nice kiss. After a while, they finally pulled apart pressing their foreheads together.

Lance spoke first: “Wow.”

“I haven't been kissed like that in ages,” Keith confessed.

“Oh, who's cliche now, hmm?"

“Shut up,” Keith said and then laughed leaning in for another kiss. This kiss was shorter than the first, Lance pulling back prematurely with a shiver.

“We should probably go, I'm getting really cold.”

Keith had been too wrapped up in the kiss to notice but he was freezing too.

“Of course, I'll drive you home now.”

When they arrived back at Lance's apartment he couldn't help but notice two figures silhouetted in the window. Apparently, Lance was in for a long night.

Lance handed him the spare helmet and Keith grabbed his arm lightly pulling him in for a quick kiss.

“See you after the break.”

“Yeah, can I text you while I'm away?” “Yeah sure”

“Hey, just you wait our next date is going to be amazing, I have an entire break to plan it after all!”

“I'm looking forward to it.”

“Good,” he giggled.

Lance leaned over for one last kiss, then walked into his apartment

Keith watch him go with a smile.

Nope, definitely not a prank.

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I actually have a beta reader now thank you to Calliopestories for making my writing a lot more polished. http://calliopestories.tumblr.com/ and yes I did make that entire section about Lance's friends and their sexualties just so I could make that token straight friend joke.

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hi I'm new here on Tumblr and I don't know if this is where you place orders sorry my english is not very good.I don't know if you still accept requests for brilliant victoria but I wanted to ask for a polyamory Jade x Beck x F!y/n, where y/n is from another school and friends of Beck and Jade don't know about y/n And one day Tori finds the beck kissed Y/n and thinks he is cheating on Jade She doesn't know how to tell Jade so I asked Robbie, Cat and Andre for help.the rest you can invent if you

Tori enters the school grounds with a look of panic on her face, stress and anxiety bursting out of her soul with each step she takes further into the school building. She cannot help but think of the one thing she witnessed a few days ago, the famous day she reluctantly joined her sister out on a shopping spree on a Saturday afternoon. She wasn’t expecting to see her friend, Beck, out eating with a friend she knew nothing about. But right as she was about to call out for him, she saw him grab your hand and kiss your knuckles with an affectionnate look in his eyes, and she felt her stomach drop as she realized something truly cruel.

Beck is cheating on Jade with a stranger.

It resulted with her spending her entire weekend tossing back and forth in bed, her mind filled with guilt and uncertainty each time she would take a look at her phone. What should she do about this? Confront Beck? Tell Jade? Every option felt like the first step towards a regretful event, most of them involving Jade gorging Beck’s eyes out, or worse, murdering you out on the street. She couldn’t be responsible for that, could she? But then again, Jade is her friend. She can’t stay silent on this... oh, what should she do?

“Are you okay, Tori?” Andre speaks up just as she arrives next to his locker, the brown-haired girl coming back to reality just in time to see most of her friends present, all except for Beck and Jade. “You look preoccupied... was that shopping day that awful?”

“... can I ask you guys for some advice?”

Cat is the first one to react, a wide smile coming to her lips. “Of course!”

Robbie frowns in worry, slightly tilting his head at her. “What is it?”

“Let’s say you found one of your friend was cheating on your other friend...” She bites the inside of her cheek, unsure if her choice of words were good or not. “... and that other friend can be... rather violent... how would you break up the news to her?”

Her friends’ eyes widen in shock, immediately realizing who she’s talking about. 

“Whoah, wait.” Andre stands up straight, staring right into Tori’s eyes. “Beck’s cheating on Jade?”

“Are you sure?” Cat seems worried, her arms giving the teddy bear she’s holding a tighter grip. “Are you really sure?”

“He was kissing another girl’s hand, so yeah...” Tori gives out a sigh, the guilt she’s been repressing for the last few days taking over her face. “... I’m pretty sure.”

“Oh, no...” Robbie rapidly shakes his head, sudden fear all over his features. “Jade’s gonna kill them... or worse, torture them!”

“I know!” Tori’s lips form a worried pout, hitting one of her feet against the ground in a desperate manner. “But I can’t stay silent! I need to tell Jade what I saw!”

“What did you see?”

Tori gives out a squeal when she hears Jade’s voice behind her, her friends giving out gasps of surprise just as she turns around. Jade quirks an eyebrow at the sight of her friends’ strange behavior, her eyes squinting in suspicion when she sees a shaky smile spread from Tori’s lips.

“Jade!” The suspicion rises at the fake friendly tone in the Vega’s voice, Tori giving out a little chuckle before she continues to speak. “Hey! How are you... girl?”

Jade rolls her eyes at her pathetic attempt of changing the subject. “Just spill it out, Vega. I don’t have all day.”

“Don’t...!” Cat whispers out those words to Tori, her eyes wide with worry. “She’ll kill them!”

Jade’s expression hardens, her eyes looking back and forth between each of her friends. “Kill who?”

“... okay, Jade...” Tori breathes and out slowly, her hands slightly shaking from her fear. “I have something to tell you... and...”

She freezes when she spots you and Beck walking in the hallway, his arm wrapped around your shoulders and a bright smile settled on your lips as you both walk straight towards your group. Tori’s mouth open wide with shock while her friends exchange looks of pure surprise, none of them quite sure what is going on anymore. Is Beck making a statement? Is he about to brutally break up with his long-time girlfriend right here, with you by his side? Has he lost his mind?

“Hello?” Jade snaps her fingers in front of Tori’s face, a really annoyed on her own. “Did you just lose your last brain cell or what? Talk!”

“I... um... well...” Tori simply points a finger at you and Beck, her eyes still wide from the shock. “... I...”

Jade frowns, her head turning towards you and Beck just as you reach the little group. A soft look takes over her features as soon as she takes in the sight of you two; though, it’s the words pouring out of her mouth that shocks her friends even more.

“Hey, babe.” Her lips press a kiss against your cheek as soon as you reach her level, the mere action making Beck give out a larger smile. “Did you transfer go smoothly?”

“Finished all the paperwork this morning.” You chuckle, letting her grab your hand to hold tight. “Can’t wait for you to show me the whole school.”

“You’ll love it here, I promise.” Beck speaks those words into your ears, his smile stretching onto his cheeks as he takes a look at his shocked friends. “Guys, meet (Y/N). They’re Jade and I’s lover.”

“They’re... you’re...” Tori blinks more than a few times, confusion all over her features. “You guys are a throuple?”

“Oh, thank God.” Andre lets his back hit his locker, a look of pure relief on his face. “Jade’s not gonna kill them.”

Robbie nods along. “We got so close to a crisis here.”

You, Beck, and Jade share a weird look, the goth girl the first one to speak up. “What the hell are you guys talking about?”

“Who cares? You guys are in love!” Cat spreads her Teddy Bear’s arms wide before making him clap his hands, a laugh coming out of her lips as she cheers. “Yay! Congratulations to you three!”

Cat’s diversion works well enough to get rid of the entire tension in the atmosphere, making you and Beck chuckle at her cute cheering. Jade even manages to give out a small smile, her head shaking at her red-haired friend while Beck speaks up.

“Thanks, Cat.”

“You’re welcome!”

Tori’s lips stretch out into a smile of relief, her hand already stretching towards your form. “Welcome to Hollywood Arts, (Y/N).”

Next time, maybe she’ll just ask Beck what’s going on instead of running out of the mall like a criminal.

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hello dear, researching on tumblr I realized that there were many more alphabets and I was curious about the fluff alphabet, and I love seeing Klaus in his softer side, if you are interested you could try to write it, but only if you want

Fluff Alphabet

with Klaus Mikaelson

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A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

- everyone knows Klaus mikaelson loves to paint. People, scenery, animals, he’s had a thousand years to learn and he’s amazing at it, he would love to teach you, and has a strange amount of patience he has with you in these moments is astonishing, and if you can’t paint, he will happily pant you, your body, or on your body instead

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

- how tolerant you are of him. He knows he acts childish. He’s impulsive, possessive, cold, ruthless, jealous, and a literal yandere in human form. Yet your always so patient, and you have no fear for him. He could hold a knife to your heart and threaten your life and you would laugh it off and talk about how cute he is (he would hate u for it) (not really)

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

- Klaus isn’t good with emotions, so he would probably try to do something he finds comforting, like cuddling or he would try and make you laugh, (likely at the demise of kol’s neck but still) he tries and that’s what counts

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

- Klaus wants to have kids with you, he would paint pictures of you holding small children and he just knew how great of a mother you could/would be, before he knew that he could procreate, he had no hesitation in thinking about adopting children with you, but god he’s obsessed with pregnant you

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

- Klaus is… a puppy. Literally. He’s so big and bad and evil at everything until it comes to you and he’s this lovestruck mess, he’s rather passive, and let’s you do as you please, but he does love taking control in where your dates go and how he spoils you

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

- Klaus is stubborn, and he would hesitate to forgive his s/o but he despises being without you, so it likely ends up with a long unspoken night in each others arms

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

- Klaus knows the threats that come with being affiliated with him. And to be his lover, it’s like you signed a permanent contract to place the largest target on back. It endangers you, your family, your friends, he definitely knows the risks of being his lover, and he would trade the entire would for your safety

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

- Klaus tries to be honest with you about everything, besides surprises he plans for you of course. There are situations where he kept things from you and they always ended up blowing up in your face, with you being angry at him, so he decided it was better to face the anger head on before it could fester and multiply

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

- Klaus is forced to try so many new things because of your interests. Things he finds trivial or he can have someone do for him, including the dishes after a meal, the only difference in your routine is the fact that you have an impulsive maniac in love with you

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

- I think we all know the answer to this, Klaus is a very jealous man. He has no hesitation to kill whatever is causing this jealousy

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

- it was impulsive, he showed up on the balcony to your apartment in the middle of the night, knocked on your door, and pressed you against it in a kiss when you answered. Plus, the man is 1000+ years old, he’s had practice

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

- Klaus is a forward man when it comes to love. He sends you extravagant gifts and letters declaring his love the moment he figures out his feelings for you.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

- marriage has never been something on Klaus’s mind, he’s gone through plenty of women and he’s never allowed the thought to cross his mind. But settling down with you? Starting a family, being in a home with you, he couldn’t force the thought to leave his mind no matter what he did

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

- Klaus is British, and we know every nickname that comes out of his mouth, love, darling, my love, the works, you know

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

- everyone knows - at first he tried to desperately hide it but it was obvious to everyone who just looked in your direction, Klaus gives gifts, everything you could want and imagine, he will tear the earth in two to get you

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

- Klaus will brag to every one of his siblings, especially Kol, who will find fun in flirting with you. He prefers to keep most pda private, but he will not hesitate to be all over you if a guy is flirting with you

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

- great strength, you constantly get him to carry you around and toss you, you will never have to walk again if you don’t want to

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

- Klaus will fly you to Italy for a simple date because you said you wanted spaghetti - he will go the extra mile to surprise you

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

- Klaus will push you to pursue whatever you want, pay for college, get you instruments, he’s extremely supportive unless it endangers you

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

- Klaus prefers routine, date nights on Friday, cuddle sessions every morning, bathing together every Monday night, he likes being romantic and spontaneous, but he thrives to have you in routine, because he always knows what to expect, and he loves the small moments between you too

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

- Klaus tries to find every interwoven thought in your mind, now he’s not going to invade your privacy (unless your in danger) but he will always want to know everything about you, the good and bad he will accept it sll

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

- he puts you just slightly above his family, you mean everything to him, especially knowing that you accept everything about him, including his supernatural murderous side

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

-he has grown a reliance to sleeping with you in his arms, it takes him forever to sleep without you now

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

- Klaus loves to hold you, in public or not he doesn’t care, he will kiss you anywhere and everywhere

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

- he gets really angry, tries to paint but probably ends up drinking a lot and whining about how much he loves you to Elijah or anyone who will listen really

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

- Klaus will scour the ends of the earth if someone took you, he would kill anyone and everyone in his way, you are his and he is yours, anyone who thinks they can get in the way of that has a death wish, and Klaus plans to make their wishes come true

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SILENT TREATMENT

TODOROKI ‘DABI’ TOYA X F!READER

warning(s): ooc?!dabi, mentioned blood and injuries, spoilers, slight miscommunication(?), one kiss (make-out?), pet name(s) (dabi calls you doll), and that’s really it

notes: this was originally on my wattpad, but i decided to bring it to tumblr because there’s more people on here now than wattpad nowadays. this is my first 1k+ oneshot (literally 7.1k), and i’m super proud of myself because i actually sat down and took the time out of my day to spend this much time writing something i’m happy with. i’m also a little upset because he is ooc in this and i had originally planned to have him not be like that... but plans change

you find him on the side of your apartment building, all battered and bruised, blood dried on his knuckles and cheeks as some weeps from the open wound on his side. at first, you're frozen upon the sight of him, his head was down and you could hear his ragged excuse for breathing. bile rose in your throat at his mangled appearance, what happened to him?

being the good samaritan you were, you pitied him; although a stranger (and an injured one at that), you still had the decency to question your next move, question if you should help him or not. your common sense told you not to, hand itching to grab your phone and call the cops. nails grazing the glass screen, you began to tremble, almost as if you questioned your movements. but you knew better, you knew exactly who this man was, so why hesitate?

with your eyes beginning to sting, you stood there, contemplating, debating, you didn't know why it was taking you so long. you knew the right thing to do would've been to call the cops, because if one couldn't recognize the purple, dead-looking skin being held to his limbs by staples, then one hadn't had their eyes open. (but, in a sense, you didn't either).

you had recognized him instantly. with that, your blood ran cold. at some point during your days, you'd turn the television on for white noise, often too busy with other things as you idly walked around your apartment doing various activities. but you could always remember when the news came on and a voice spoke up, loud and assertive as the reporter went on to warn citizens of occurring events.

a few specific reports stuck out, the guy before you was definitely a villain. though his name unknown, he'd been mentioned a few times. you never paid much attention to the words spilled by the reporters, but he'd always caught your attention; you found his flames to be pretty.

if his actions were of his own accord or orders you didn't know, you just never expected to stand face-to-face with the villain.

but just standing there wasn't going to get you anywhere, nor was a shaky hand that hesitated to grab your phone. but you didn't dare take it, and instead took a wobbly step forward, going against all you knew as you held out a sweaty hand, "d-do you need help?"

he must've thought you were crazy. the look on your face and the croak in your voice told him you'd recognized him, and that you were wary of him. who wouldn't be, a villain with a quirk that could kill you with a snap of his fingers, you'd be a fool not to have a shake to your legs and a waver to your conviction.

you knew you looked pathetic, a girl dressed in a brown pencil skirt and a black button-up who gave a lousy excuse of an offering of help, but you didn't try to fix yourself. if he wanted help, he'd take your hand, and if he didn't.. well, you just hoped he wouldn't do what you had in mind.

it took a minute before the villain moved, the bloodied hand on his side now gripping your hand; your face pinched, and you felt sick all over again, "don't mind if i do, doll."

it's two months later and you still find yourself at the villain's (who you learned to be named dabi) beck and call. ever since you'd patched him up that night, he'd been coming back to you with a lopsided grin and a bag of "please, bear with me," snacks. and honestly, you'd do it without the snacks, as shameful as you think it is.

"what was it this time; a robbery? a stupid street fight?" you question with an annoyed bite, cursing. another one of your towels soiled by the blood that seeped from his arm.

he'd gone and done it again, you think dabi was one to enjoy the pain brought upon him (by himself). you didn't know why he'd let it get that far, you've heard of the things he can do, you've even seen it once before. so for an opponent to get close to him was a scary thing.

"'mm both. some guys got issues, doll," that pet name gets you every time, a warm buzz to your stomach and heat to your cheeks has dabi laughing at you. but you know it's only out of comfort, you two had gotten aquatinted (or, as acquainted as you could get with a villain) over the span of two months, now you wondered how much more you could find out later down the line. "don't worry, it's only a scratch. nothing i can't handle."

all joking aside, you knew he said those words to ease your worry, hoping to relax you and lead you astray from the rant (or advice, as you called it) he knew you wished to give. dabi read you like an open book, your lingering gaze on his wounds (previous or new), the way you took on a gentle touch when it came to patching him up, all of it painfully obvious.

you'd grown an odd attachment, but whether it was good or bad was a mystery.

"well, sometimes you handle too much," soaking the cotton pad in rubbing alcohol, you take his arm in hand and bring the cotton down to dab it along his gash. you start slow, teeth digging into your lip at his soft winces. with all his bruises and past, healed wounds, you would think he was used to pain. (and maybe he was, just not the pain you came to think of). "you're going to end up coming here with a missing limb! and i won't be able to do anything for you."

dabi laughs, tapping his foot along your tiled floor as you stand between his legs to clean and patch him up. he's come to know you more than you think, your tells always so easy to pick up on. though he didn't think that as a necessarily bad thing.

"awe, you care that much?" it's taunting when he speaks up, a pull at his lips and he's baring his teeth in a smirk. he's putting a hand to his heart, feigning delight, "i'm touched, doll." you think his ego couldn't get any bigger with the way he was, but a simple slip up and you'd be in for it.

rolling your eyes, you move to grab a clean cotton pad to repeat your previous actions, "shut up, asshole. better it be your head than a limb!" he laughs again and you shake your head, nodding when you think you've cleaned the wound enough before disposing of the dirtied cotton pad.

you go to wash your hands again, watching as the blood mixed with the water and flowed down the drain. it was something you did every time, almost like a show you couldn't help but replay. you'd gotten used to it by now, the smell and color of blood on your clothes and hands, it was a thing you wished wasn't now normal to you.

drying your hands with a frown, your brows meet as you reach for your needle and thread; you always hated this part. (although you worked as a fashion designer's assistant, sewing one's skin back together wasn't something you were taught). "do you want some alcohol before i begin?" you'd always offer beforehand.

dabi shook his head, eyes on your face as he watched you chew your lip raw and bleeding, sterilizing the needle and thread throughly, "no, but you look like you could use some."

his uninjured arm comes up to run his thumb along your bottom lip, pulling it from between your teeth and you flush when he lets his touch linger. though his hands were rough, his touch was hot and searing on your skin. (he was always doing uncalled-for things, but you found yourself aching in their wake).

it was moments like these you thought that dabi was just a man, not a villain. he often took on a hard exterior, never cracking, never letting anyone in, but there were times when you could see between his shell and smile. he was a young man, not much older than you, only a year off of the same, and he was already fighting; just him against the world.

you often wondered if he had a family. it was a topic never mentioned, and you never brought it up, but the growing urge to get to know him was suffocating.

did he have siblings? were they older or younger? what was his life like when he wasn't with you; when he wasn't being a villain? you never knew and you secretly feared you never would. dabi never spoke a word on his own life and you guessed that was normal (for a villain), but you wanted him to speak to you as just a man.

"you always look sick when you do this part."

you took a breath, the time to think gone within an instant as you pressed into his skin and stiffened at the soft sound of the needle piercing his thick skin. getting used to this sound was almost impossible, the smell of metal and blood sharp on your nose.

a hand came to rest on your shoulder, soft and delicately squeezing as an effort to comfort you. you smiled at that, dabi might've been a rough looking man with an even rougher exterior, but with you he was gentle and took your own being into consideration. (a man of a villain, you would say).

"well, wouldn't you too if you had to stick a needle into someone else's skin?" you joked with a dry chuckle, pulling up as you came to pull his skin together. he never answered your question (if out of fear your image of him would change, you never knew), it was one you would ask on a normal basis (well, that normal basis being the times he came by for patchwork). you never would say it bothered (saddened) you for you didn't want him to lock you out of his shell.

dabi shrugged, watching you finish the last of your sewing before you tied it at the end and cut it free. you huffed at your seamanship, giving a nod as he went to move but you gave him a light pat, shaking your head as you moved to grab a roll of bandages from your drawer. "sit still, i'm not done."

you expected a sly comment along the lines of feisty, i like it, or easy doll, i'm not leaving just yet, but neither came. you worried if he'd lost the will to retort with a sarcastic drawl. though when his arm rose in surrender and a grin turned his lips upward, you knew he was keeping quiet out of enjoyment.

the bathroom rings with your soft movement, an itch born of the silence that lingered between the two of you. not that it was awkward, no, but you couldn't stand to bear the stare of his (beautiful) eyes any longer, "say... may i ask a question?"

your words were met with a throaty hum from the villain, obediently allowing you to finish up with your work.

"where do you go after you leave my place?" you didn't mean to come off as concerned but you did, it was audibly notable with the way your voice cracked between your words and their syllables. he would've teased, but dabi could tell you weren't looking for a funny joke, but something more than just an anywhere and everywhere.

and he was going to tell you, whether it be because he wanted to or because he took pity on you and your wonderfully (dangerously) curious mind, "i have a hotel room, quite nice, too. 5 star rating." he spoke with a raise in his brow, as if content with the value of the hotel room, "i get room service, though i could go without being called mr. tokunaga."

you gasped, giving a light push to his shoulder as he laughed at the expression you wore, "that poor man! that's fraud you know!" it was a sour joke that happened to be true, was it bad to say you weren't judging him on his actions?

dabi shrugged again, exaggerating with the rise and fall of his shoulders, "well he can piss off, it was his fault for losing to me at a poker game." now there was something new, he had the habit of sharing things about himself unintentionally; if they're the little things or not it doesn't matter. (not that you minded).

"you can play poker?" you sounded shocked. knowing how to play poker wasn't one of the things you imagined he could do, but you had a feeling dabi was full of many surprises. and you were eagerly waiting another spill of words that told a tale about dabi and the mystery he was, "here i was thinking you just acted like you had a brain!"

a sharp gasp came your way, laughing loud and fully as you made your way out of your bathroom and towards the kitchen. his footsteps padded softly behind your own, and you were sure dabi was walking behind you with a hand thrown over his heart as he wept up an act.

"you wound me!" playfully bumping your shoulder, dabi walked past you and took seat at your counter. he watched you smile and open your fridge, retrieving the bottle of alcohol you had stashed behind a bag of leftover chinese food, "your words hold fire, doll, hot fire."

you giggled, snatching two glasses from your dish drainer and placed them before you two on the marble counter, flicking the alcohol open with a pop! "i could never burn you, fire man."

now you never imagined the words you spoke would strike deeper than you intended them too, but when dabi's smile faded and his eyes sank, you damned those words you spoke all to hell. (or, you wished to eat those words and then some).

this time the silence was deafening and like a knife drawn down your back. dabi shouldn't be mad, you hoped he wasn't, it was no other than his fault you'd carelessly thrown around those words. after all, you didn't know him; both would say you would, but in reality there was a wall built between the two of you. a wall far too tall and far too long for you to even try and begin to break down.

you went to speak, mouth dry as no words came and you pleaded to yourself inwardly. still, nothing came.

dabi must've noticed your lack of words, your hesitance, for he was quick to stand and down the shot you poured for him. giving you a light pat on the shoulder, he turned towards your door without a word. you were hurt (and surely he was too), but he could've made a show of being unbothered; the strain on your relationship was far too evident now.

no attempt was made to stop him, you didn't think you should, it wasn't like you were friends. your guys' relationship had no clear label, and if it did, it would be of nurse and patient. you were only there to clean his wounds and then he was off doing who knows what.

you just didn't expect his silence to sting this badly.

dabi hadn't come for a month now. you're sure he's gotten into trouble these past weeks, but you also guessed he was still hung up on the words you said; i could never burn you, fire man. hell! you didn't even know the meaning to those words, they didn't sound like much to you (but you'd always been known to have a loose mouth). he was also busy with his new work, if you wished to call it that.

there was a news report earlier in the month, it was about the League of Villains, an up-and-coming villain association you knew to steer clear of. but what would you know, none other than dabi had found himself apart of their ranks. you were shocked, but you knew he had to live somehow.

and that was the only report on dabi you'd seen all month. checking the daily news, you always hoped (and yet wished not) to see him on the featured report. but with no luck, you were met with low-life villains and stories about how "an armored assailant was caught at 7 this morning, failed attempt at stealing from the Morning and Night convenience  store!"

television had never been so boring to you, and you surely never expected to hope for a villain attack until now. (done with much shame).

you went as far as to even checking online reporters for villain stories, yet you came up high and dry. there was nothing about dabi, the last story written about him four months ago. (the news report from a month before all you had keeping you sane).

honestly, focusing on a villain shouldn't be your top priority. despite that being true, you find yourself at your window at 2 in the morning, a warm cup of coffee in hand as you watched the night draw by. it was silly to wait up for him. most of the time he came by, he'd rattle you awake with blood staining his clothes and faint breathing; the first few times you even threatened to call the cops. (hint: you never did end up calling the cops).

with the added bonus of dabi's sudden lack of appearance, it didn't help your work life wasn't in tip-top shape either.

suddenly, you'd been tasked with selling and purchasing the new designer material for the up-and-coming fashion week, knowing that if you messed this up, the top designers wouldn't even dare to give you a second glance in the industry. it was in your best interest to keep your head on straight and your thoughts off of the villain dabi.

but that was easier said than done. sleepless nights were beginning to become a reoccurring inconvenience. you longed for the villain to come and bleed on your white towels once more, his company one you chose to indulge in. in simpler terms, you were lonely and found purchase in a villain's company.

you laughed at yourself at the thought. growing up in a society where villains were nothing but the scum of the earth, yet here you were, knowing this villain was more of a hero to you than any actual hero. it was pitiable, no one would give you the time of day if you were to try and reason with them that dabi was more than just a villain.

and that's the sad truth. he really was just a villain, and he really was nothing more than that to most people. one could argue that even if he had heart, even if he could smile and laugh like any other, he could just as well take a life; and he has, you know that. but you'd turn a blind eye because you know how he can smile.

it hurt to say you just knew he could smile, but to say you knew him would be a lie. because it's rooted deep in your bones, almost branded to the marrow; you don't know dabi at all.

(but, saying he doesn't know you would be far from the truth).

"hey doll," it's sudden and chilling in your ear, hair standing on end as you peel your eyes from your television and turn to your window. and there he was, in all his beaten glory, "miss me?"

"w-what—what are you doing here?" your voice cracks, you hope he thinks it's from your startle and not because you missed him (which you did).

dabi grins, easing your window closed before he made his way to your creamy colored couch. he came to stand in front of you, blocking your vision of the television, but you didn't mind. it gave you the chance to look at him, and you could use the excuse that you were "checking for injuries!"

luckily it didn't look like there was too much damage done. he had a gash above his right eyebrow with dried blood leading down to his cheekbone, a cut to his lips and some smeared blood on his white t-shirt. you felt relieved at his appearance, the weight once on your chest now light as a feather.

"i'm here for you to patch me up, what else?" as if the most obvious thing, dabi took a seat beside you, not bothering to remove his jacket or boots. "can you do that for me, doll?"

you nod dumbly (though slowly), and stand to go and retrieve your medical kit from your bathroom. you don't mind leaving dabi to his lonesome in your living room, you laugh when you say this with truth, but you trust him; a villain. but around you, you would say he wasn't a villain, but a man in a villain's body. (to you that's what he was).

"where have you been?! it's been weeks.." you hurry back to him, flicking the lamp on as you take a seat beside him once again. dabi sits up, angling his body to face you as he shimmy closer and place the kit on your lap, "i thought something had happened to you, asshole."

dabi blinks, sighing when you push the hair resting in his forehead away with a soft touch. it felt as if you were being gentler than usual, soft fingers even softer as they come to lightly dab at the wound above his eye.

"was busy," it's a simple answer, a vague one, too. you think he won't tell you, you hope he does, you forgot how gravely his voice was (and how much it had you blushing).

tilting your head, you grab a bandaid and tear it open, applying it to the wound with delicate precision. ah, your handiwork was as good as ever, a small smile on your lips as you go to apply Neosporin to the small incision on his lip. you're a little embarrassed to do so, but you take your ring finger and begin dabbing it on the cut; ignoring dabi's stare in the process.

"i can't know, right?" your tone flat and cold, you wipe your finger off and move the kit onto your table. you wait for him to speak, only met with his breathing as you heave a deep sigh. you're tired, tired of this and everything else, almost to the point you felt like giving up, "i get it."

if anyone knew better, they'd think dabi had been chilled by your response and tone, which wasn't entirely wrong. you'd only ever spoken with a monotone and quiet voice, unless you were to laugh or smile. he knew you must've been upset with him, though he never left any means of contacting him behind, you weren't that hard to find.

a quirkless fashion worker in the apartment buildings near the Kiyashi Ward Shopping Mall in Tokyo. you weren't rich or the most popular person, you never did have many people over (aside from the monthly visit from your parents and friend from Musutafu). but you were fine with that, your quiet, quaint life in the city wasn't bad or far off from perfect in your eyes. though when dabi arrived, you couldn't necessarily call it that quiet anymore.

speaking of dabi, he hadn't spoken after you snapped. silence never was a big problem for the two of you, but you began to worry you'd offended him.

forcefully clearing your throat, you stood stiffly and went to your kitchen without sparing him a glance, "alcohol? i need alcohol!" (need it because you're dying of thirst? no. need it because you feel like suffocating with the tension? yes).

bouncing with each step, you took a glass from your cabinet, twitching as you took a glance over your shoulder. dabi hadn't moved from your couch, back glued to the cushions as your television gave a soft static background to the silence. it couldn't hurt to grab him a glass, too, shrugging as you carefully took the glasses between your fingers and opened your fridge to grab the familiar transparent-green bottle.

placing them down, you quickly poured the golden-brown liquid into the cup and set aside the bottle. it's been a while since you two last had a drink together, what better way to reconcile than a hard drink?

with a smile, you grab them and head towards your living room. it's a short trip, you do live in an apartment after all. what only takes a small shuffle and four steps feels like an eternity when you know dabi is there waiting for you, but you welcome the eternity with a wide grin and two shots.

you get there with the expectation of pouring your heart out and tell him you're sorry for acting like how you did, but you don't expect to see him sound asleep on your couch.

it was a new sight to behold, one you didn't mind. thinking dabi was beautiful when his eyes were open and eating you up like a dog was nothing compared to when he was sleeping.

his lashes were longer than you thought, fanning along his cheeks as he breathed smoothly and evenly. he looked so calm, so at peace, like he felt safe in the place he resided in.

you'd always found your eyes shifting down to admire the curve of his lips, so even in their shape you found yourself becoming jealous. and although the purple, stapled skin had had you retreating at first glance, you now found them to be just part of him; part of dabi. if you were to accept the villainous part of him, you'd better believe you were to accept all of him.

taking time to admire him was oddly refreshing, it'd been so long since you last saw him you almost panicked when you felt as if you'd forgotten the color of his hair. (overdramatic, really).

you felt silly, giddy even, it was obvious you had a crush. it'd been a long time since you had one of those, high school was a long time ago and a time you could go with forgetting. (but, would you count a celebrity crush on hawks as an actual crush?). or maybe you could describe it as puppy love, he'd given you attention when not many others did, and you wound up craving it even when you didn't know you did.

discarding the drinks onto your table, you took the blanket from the back of the couch and fanned it over his body; any conscious thought to mind his bloodied shirt forgotten. it wasn't every day you got to see him so defenseless and open, it felt good to know he trusted you enough for him to sleep in your presence. (or you hoped he trusted you).

but you paid that no mind, instead curling into the corner of the couch as you took some blanket for yourself and made sure dabi was covered and comfortable.

with a murmured goodnight, you were soon fast asleep and cushioned by the warmth the blanket (and dabi) gave you.

today marked the 6th month of your guys' "relationship." after that night when dabi passed out at your apartment, he'd began coming around more often; with and without injuries that needed your mending.

his actions were welcomed and encouraged, offered dinner and movie nights had become a weekly thing now. you knew for sure your relationship had been labeled as friends now, but you always hoped for more. lucky for you, the black-haired villain had found a friend in you. (maybe even more...).

but dabi was cautious with how many times a week he came. he was still a villain at the end of the day, one with plenty of people out to get him; you never know who was watching, or how many people were doing so. and with you not having much to defend yourself, dabi took extra care when it came to his nightly scouting.

(when referring to nightly scouting, i really mean when he comes to watch you at your apartment. and not in a creepy way, of course).

dabi comes in the dead of the night, seating himself on the building just opposite of yours, hiding in the shadow of the chimney. there he sits and watches over you for a good couple of hours, making sure you're safe and sound. he's alert with every shadow that falls over your window and every noise that clatters below in the alleyway.

he only deems it okay to leave when he sees you come and take a glance out the window, as if you were searching for someone, before locking and closing your blinds. he knows you were going to sleep then, the light in your apartment going off signaling you had turned in for the night and do just as he thought.

though he did this, you were oblivious to dabi's routine, and he intended to keep it that way. even if it was obvious he cared for you, more than he should (and intended to), the added boost to your ego wasn't needed.

so he kept quiet and let you go on without knowing.

"i've been helping you for so long..." you mused, off in your own world as you spoke aloud.

it was around 12:30, and dabi had come only 15 minutes before to "hang." (but you would call it freeloading). those minutes were filled with small talk and an order in to a cheap thai place, which seemed to have just come as you smile at the sound of your doorbell. you jump up, bouncing to go and retrieve your order.

the two of you sat in your apartment, this one of the many nights dabi came by without such as a scratch to his appearance. you could only smile when you saw his clean look, no bruise or cut anywhere to be seen, it made you happy to not see him injured.

dabi watched from your counter, seeing you pay the delivery person with a smile before taking the food, "are you finally getting tired of me?" he raises a brow, pushing the work papers you had scattered along your counter to the side to make room for the plastic bag of steaming food. (your order was all thanks to a few coupons dabi snatched up).

"i was tired of you months ago!" smiling with a laugh, you begin taking the food out, separating your guys' portions of the shared food evenly.

what you said was clearly a joke, anyone could see that. and it was obvious why; your gaze lingered on the villain when he wasn't looking (or when you thought he wasn't looking), your gentle touches as you patched him up began to linger and turn into those you only should use on a lover. this little crush had festered and boiled to a pop, until it was now evident you had come to love dabi.

you didn't want to, you didn't know much about him. but when he would come to, gifts or trinkets for you in hand, you couldn't find it within yourself to stop these feelings from coming up. (it was a shock you hadn't blabbered yet).

this hopeless pining was beginning to become too much. it was only a matter of time before you couldn't take looking at his lips when he spoke, throwing caution to the wind before you cupped his cheeks and gave him a kiss neither would forget. you only dreamed of that, you wondered how his lips would feel; how he'd feel, or if he'd push you away.

you hoped he wouldn't.

"what're you thinking 'bout, doll?"

blinking, you shrug and clear your throat, breaking your chopsticks as dabi copies your actions, "nothing much," you bit your lip, digging into your noodles and curry as you take a wary glance at the villain, "just… that i wish i knew more about you."

it was silent for a moment, dabi swallowing the food he'd previously been chewing before he reached over to take some sauce, "what d'ya wanna know?" he knew it was a risky suggestion, but he felt he'd grown to know you well enough to know you wouldn't tell anyone; besides, he thought you had waited patiently and long enough.

but he didn't expect you to have a list of questions lined up for him to answer. these questions he knew you only used as an excuse to cover up what you really wanted to know and ask. but he answered them all honestly, letting you learn about him and what kind of person he was outside of being a villain. (but you'd come to find that being a villain and being a man were one in the same).

an hour passes and you're still interrogating him, the excitement in your eyes made dabi's answers easier, he didn't feel unsettled by answering you. in fact he wanted to, you let him in quite literally the second you met him, maybe a little too easily, but that was okay.

"when's your birthday?" silly to think this topic hadn't come up sooner, you just didn't want to scare (if you even could) him off. a silly little question, but you wanted to know.

"january 18th," finishing the last of his drink, dabi placed it inside his empty food box. he'd gotten a little tired after all your questions and eating, but that didn't mean he would've stopped you in your little ramble. he liked when you spoke to him freely, not as if he was a wily villain. "here, i've got a question for you."

now you were a little nervous, but you nodded nonetheless. you don't know why you felt like this, maybe it was because of the way dabi held your gaze as he spoke, drawing out the suspense with his thick colored irises. you felt an odd rush of adrenaline, ready for whatever he had coming your way.

"what do you think of me?"

you weren't expecting that to be his question, it was more vulnerable and deeper than you thought it would've been. but you knew your answer immediately, didn't even need to think of the words to say. (and maybe the alcohol you had drank eased the words out).

"i think you're beautiful." you were red in the face when you spoke, be it from the alcohol or embarrassment you didn't know. what you did know, was that using a word like that to describe him must've caught him off guard. despite that, you kept going, and didn't plan on stopping any time soon, "everything about you to me is beautiful, you're so much more than a villain to me, dabi—" here it comes. "—i l—"

dabi hadn't let you finish, long arms reaching over your counter to cradle your neck and pull you to meet his lips.

wow, you were expecting to be the one to initiate the first of anything between the two of you, but you weren't complaining when the rough skin of his thumbs came to caress just below your lashes.

it was soft, softer than he'd ever been, moving your lips together in a dance you would only call desire and adoration. it felt like he'd been wanting this just as much as you had, not missing a beat when your own hands came to hold your weight as you leaned over your counter to get closer.

you were a bit fuzzy in the head, dabi was doing so many things to you, and you loved it all.

you gasped when you felt dabi nip at your lip, soothing the pinch with his tongue as one of his hands moved to cup your jaw and draw down the span of your neck. he was touching you in the best way, he has you shivering in the wake of his fingers along your exposed skin of neck and shoulders.

but it ended all too soon when dabi pulled away, smirking as you drew closer and after his lips again. drawing a hand down to smooth out your hair, he looked so soft in that moment; and yet, why was it now that his walls began to come back up?

"don't say anything you'll regret, doll."

after that, dabi was distancing himself again; and it hurt. you don't know how much time had gone by, too lost in a world far from the one you lived in. however long it was felt like an eternity, even more so because you hadn't heard from (or of) him lately. that was until the news had been broadcasted and hacked by someone, and you'd seen it all go down on television. it came as a shocker, you never expected this outcome.

dabi was endeavor's son; todoroki enji's son.

it was an unexpected turn of events, one that lead you to think; what happened? for the son of the number one hero to turn out a villain was… peculiar. you just can't even begin to think of why or how that could've happened. (although, you knew endeavor had a bad temper, an even worse attitude, so you could only imagine what lead to the point in dabi's life where he turned to villainy).

your imagine of dabi wouldn't change, you had admitted it to yourself (and almost him) that day; admitted that you loved him. and to love one means to accept one, every flaw in all.

knowing dabi, he was feeling more than he let on, and you found out he felt more than you could've imagined. how he must've felt all these years, going by as a villain while his family walked in that of the light (if you wish to call what endeavor walked in light). you found out things about him, but you never did pressure him for details of his family and past.

now you understood why he never offered to mention it, too.

another few days go by after the broadcast, you're left to call in sick from work as you'd paced yourself back and forth to exhaustion. you wanted to call him, yet you still had no means of contacting him; it was all in his hands.

a knock to your window came and you snapped your head to it, noticing the familiar figure quickly as you dropped everything and made your way to unlock it. you missed him.

"eager to see me, are we?" as soon as your window was open dabi was already cracking jokes, a smile adorning his features and he took your tight hug in surprise and with open arms.

"you can't just do that and not come back, asshole!" he knew what you were referring to, a soft hue to his cheeks as his arms circled your waist. you only hugged him tighter, never letting go yet moving a few steps back as to actually let him enter your apartment.

his hand rubbed circles on your back, kissing at the crown of your head as he felt you shake in anger and soft sobs. he forgot how much he liked your presence; how much he liked you. the time that passed far too long (but it was only his fault).

"'m sorry," dabi grinned into your hair, moving to bow to your height and meet your watery eyes, "i really am sorry, i just needed time to process my own thoughts."

you frowned, hands now dropped to rest on the bone of his hips as you shuffled closer until you felt the heat of his skin on yours, "…what thoughts?" some part of you prayed that it would be the words you had wanted to say, but you didn't want to get your hopes up.

dabi tilted his head, a knowing glint to his bright eyes and a curve to his lips showed he could read your thoughts almost as easily as you could his.

his hands moved up the curve of your spine, fingers tickling you as they glided to come and rest just below your shoulder blades. (if this wasn't an intimate moment, you don't know what would be).

"y'know… just thoughts on how much i love you."

you felt like your heart had burst with how happy you were, not surprised when more tears came as you laughed. with broken laughter, you tip-toed to softly peck his lips in your giddy fit. you felt alive again, just a few simple words from dabi had you reeling on cloud 9.

it'd been so long, you've waited so long to hear those words, and when he finally spoke them you thought you would be composed enough to reply. but with your wobbly lip and sobs in laughter, it was a little hard to let words fall from your tongue. (there were some words you could say though).

"d-don't say words you'll r-regret, dabi."

the villain laughed at your stammer, resting his forehead on your own as a hand came to hold your face; the love in his eyes enough for you to know he'd never regret them.

"i could never regret loving you."

1/28/2022 © MANJI-RO, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

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I'm having a Sparks and Benny thought here. Based on this pic. Both of them arrive at home from a Xmas party at Will's. Things got hot really quick.

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The Party

Pairing: Benny Miller x “Sparks” f!reader

Word Count: 1300+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

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“Did we really have to dress all fancy?” Benny whines, rolling his shoulders to shift the suit jacket a little. 

“It’s Will and Makayla’s first New Year’s living together and they wanted to be fancy,” I explain as I knock on the door to Will and Makayla’s place.

“I guess.”

“Plus, it’s my first as Mrs. Miller and I wanted to look pretty.”

Benny’s eyes soften as he looks me, the edges of his gaze darkening. “You’re always gorgeous, Mrs. Miller.” He grips my hips and pulls me to him, releasing one hand to tip my chin up, kissing me softly, the heat slowly warming.

“Get your own porch, asshole.” Will had opened the door and was standing there smirking. 

“You’re right. I’ll just take my wife home then,” Benny pulls me in the direction of his jeep. 

“Nice try. Makayla would kill me if you guys didn’t show up. Come on in.” He opens the door wide and motions for us to enter, fist bumping Benny as he walks past. 

Makayla had gone all out, everything sparkling in silver, gold, and black, like a modern day Gatsby party. People had already arrived and Benny steers me towards Frankie and Monica, Santi off in the corner making out with a girl, whom I shockingly recognize. 

“Is Santi with the same girl he brought to the bar a month ago?” I whisper to Frankie and Monica. 

She nods. “Yeah! I think this one is sticking around, surprisingly enough.”

We chat with them for a bit, Makayla flitting over for a few minutes before being whisked away on a champagne emergency. The music is going, some people getting up to dance. Will recruits Benny to help him with something in the kitchen, so I pull Monica onto the dance floor, whispering to her that we’re going to be menaces to our respective husbands. 

We start dancing to the upbeat song, hands on each others hips as we sway and move to the song, her spinning me around so my back is flush with her front. And that’s when I see him, Benny, emerging from the kitchen and freezing, his eyes on me as I dance. Judging by the light chuckle in my ear from Monica, I’m guessing she caught Frankie’s eye too.

“Wanna torture them some more, Sparks?” She says close to my ear.

“Hell yeah.”

I follow her lead, moving my body as she guides me, our hips moving in tandem as she pulls me closer to her. For good measure, I lift my arm, wrapping it around the back of her head, trying not to giggle when she squeezes just a little too much on my inner hips. And then the song ends, Monica and I laughing as she hugs me.

“That was way too much fun, Sparks.”

“Yeah it was. Did you see their-”

Suddenly, Monica was ripped from my grasp, Frankie’s hand firmly clamped around her upper arm, a smirk and a wink tossed my way from her as he steers her away through the group of people. 

“You think you’re so funny, don’t you?” Benny had snuck up behind me, his hands now on my hips, his nose nuzzling in my hair as he speaks low in my ear. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was dancing, good sir.”

He chuckles and it makes goosebumps pop up down my arm. “Yeah. Dancing. Sure.” He  makes to pull me away, to find some secluded spot but then Will clanks a spoon on a glass and everyone turns, Benny groaning a little too loud so I elbow him softly in the ribs. 

Will puts his arm around Makayla next to him before speaking. “I just want to thank everyone for coming. We’re so excited to share our first New Year’s Eve with everyone we love and we’ve been working hard- ok. Makayla has been working hard. I just do what she says,” laughing flits around the group as Makayla playfully slaps his chest, leaving her hand on his toned pec. “But seriously. Thank you guys. Here’s to another great year!”

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The toast was had, the ball was dropped, the midnight kiss was a little too risque between you and Benny, Will not so covertly throwing an empty Solo cup at Benny’s head. 

“Ugh I’ve been dying to take these shoes off all night!” I groan, kicking my heels off and plopping down in one of our comfy chairs. 

“You looked hot though.”

“That’s the price of fashion. Pain.”

He chuckles as he removes his jacket, revealing that he wore a simple, plain black shirt underneath it, the fabric stretching and pulling as he tosses the jacket on the back of the couch and sits with a sigh. I look over at him, feeling warm watching his movements.

“Did..did you really wear a black t-shirt under your dress jacket?”

Benny looks down at his shirt, his eyebrows pulled together. “Should I not have?”

“No, no. I think it works.”

He brushes his chest and I almost come unglued. “Good.”

“Wanna see what’s under mine?”

His big blue eyes snap to mine. “Fuck yeah I do.”

I get up, standing in front of him as I pull my dress over my head, hearing his sharp intake of breath as I reveal his favorite lingerie set on me, complete with black garter belts.

“You…you had this on the whole time?”

I nod, moving to straddle him. He grips my hips, sliding his hands up to my ribs as he kisses my chest, his mustache tickling my skin causing me to chuckle. But then he grips me tight, standing abruptly and sets me in the chair, draping each of my legs over the arms of the chair. He kneels, his eyes dark and all-consuming as he stares between my legs. 

“Can you buy new underwear?”

“I think so.”

I barely get my reply out before he grips my panties, ripping the part that covers me, tucking the ripped ends up. His large hands squeeze my inner thighs and before I can say anything, his mouth is on me, warm and lapping, my legs trying to squeeze around him. He holds me open, his fingers digging deeper into my skin as I moan his name, electric sparks rolling over me as his tongue changes patterns. One of my hands grips the chair and the other moves to his hair, tugging hard and whining when his growl vibrates me. 

“Oh fuck! Ben, I -” The sounds he pulls from me are loud and grateful, Benny leaving his mouth on me to work me down. But I don’t have time to relax as he stands, pulling me up only to spin me, pushing my upper back down, the sound of a zipper loud in the quiet apartment. He drags himself through the wetness between my thighs before pushing and I slap the chair, trying to find something, anything to grip.

“Can’t believe you were wearing this the whole night and didn’t tell me,” Benny pants behind me, setting a rougher pace just hear the panted whines tumble from my lips. 

My hands scramble, still trying to find purchase as he presses harder, faster, but then he folds himself over me, engulfing me from behind, his large hands sliding down my arms, his fingers lacing with mine, holding my hands as he continues to push in further. I turn my head to the side, feeling myself hurtle towards the edge again as he brushes against that spot at the back of me. 

“Oh fuck, Benny! Please..please!” I come, tightening around him, his breaths panting out across my neck as he buries his face, turning his head slightly to bite my shoulder as he comes, his hips pushing in a few more times as he releases. His bite turns to kisses, nuzzling into my hair before he whispers.

“I love you, Sparks.”

I manage to finally catch my breath. “Don’t you mean Mrs. Miller?”

“Fuck!” He pulls out but stands, picking me up to throw me over his shoulder with a squeal as he stomps down the hallway, spending the next few hours showing me exactly what being called Mrs. Miller does to him.

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[demonscantgothere]

Slow Seduction Werewolf/Beauty and the Beast AU has now begun . . .

Beasts of the Hill and Serpents of the Den by Helholden

Fandoms: The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power (TV 2022), The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien  

Warnings: Explicit, No Archive Warnings Apply, F/M, Work in Progress

Relationship(s): Galadriel/Sauron, Galadriel/Halbrand

Tags: Alternate Universe - Beauty and the Beast Fusion, Alternate Universe - Werewolf, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe, First Age, Alternate Timelines, Beauty and the Beast Elements, Werewolves, Magic, Kidnapping, Slow Build, Seduction, Power Imbalance, Conversations, Walks In The Park, Ballroom Dancing, Hunters & Hunting, Bathing/Washing, Masturbation in Bathroom, Voyeurism, Drunken Flirting, Flirting, Dirty Jokes, Dirty Talk, Sharing Body Heat, Sharing a Bed, Tenderness, Vulnerability, Cuddling & Snuggling, Eventual Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Mind Sex, Dream Sex, Consensual Mind Control, Mutual Masturbation, Bad BDSM Etiquette, BDSM, Bondage and Discipline, Rope Bondage, Dom/sub, Dom/sub Undertones, Dom/sub Play, Power Play, Blindfolds, Body Worship, Rough Kissing, Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Spanking, Master/Servant, Master/Pet, Praise Kink, Post-Coital Cuddling, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Sauron Being an Asshole, Sauron Kidnaps Galadriel and Seduces Her, that's the plot, That's it, that's how this works, Finrod Will Show Up Again Later, And Try to Rescue Galadriel

Summary:

“I asked for a handsome reward in exchange for Finrod Felagund’s life,” the man called out across the distance. He was tall, though not as tall as her brother, and dressed in swathes of black and grey, a loose hood shielding most of his face and hair from sight. “What do you bring me in exchange for him?”

“Galadriel, no—” Finrod began, but Galadriel cut him off.

“—Myself,” she answered his call, though it did not sound as assuring out loud as it had sounded to her before she left her home to make this perilous journey to come save her brother.

The black-robed figure chuckled in response. It started low, but it reached the distance all the way toward her. He grasped Finrod by the neck of his tunic, yanking him back. “What would I do with you?” he threw back at her. “You’re hardly a fair exchange for the warrior I hold in my grasp.”

Written for multiple tumblr prompts requesting: Werewolf/Beauty and the Beast AU. Takes place during the First Age on an alternate timeline on the island of Tol-in-Gaurhoth, the Isle of Werewolves, one of Sauron's former strongholds. Instead of sending his wolves out to kill Finrod, Sauron demands an exchange for his life. Galadriel offers herself.

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1. Hello you wonderful people! So grateful to what you do on this page! I was hoping you could help me find a fic where the Lans agree to take in the Wen if Wei Wuxian agrees to be cleansed of resentful energy and Wei Wuxian agrees even though it will kill him. I know Wen Qing has a main role in it because she tries to convince him not to. Thank you lovely mods!

FOUND! decay by antebunny  (G, 16k, wangxian)

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2. Please heeelllp. I had saved your rec list and I randonly clicked on a link and I was reading and then all of a sudden I lost it, not even in my history. I've gone through the whole list and I can't find it 😭 so now I'm going mad for real. Hoping you might know the fic. I swear it was from the list....

WWX wakes up in MXY body but has lost his memory. He is in the middle of fighting off the arm at the Mo residence and tells the diciples to play rest. Meets LWJ, gets taken back to Cloud Recess, everyone thinks his memory lost is due to the arm. Sometimes mentions things in a "previous life". Tries sword fighting with the kids, knows what he's doing. And thats as far as I got.

FOUND! Love Song In Reverse by timetoboldlygo (T, 159k, wangxian, WIP)

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3. Hello! I have been looking for this fic where lwj (aged 30+) travels back in time, and meets the teen versions of everybody. He is completely different from the teen ver of himself, none of the stoic and aloofness he displayed, and the younger wwx really appreciates all the attention he is getting from the older lwj. And all this causes some jealousy from the younger lwj. Pls help me find it i have been looking for it for months!!

FOUND! Mod L thinks this one is vinegar jug by dandelion_san (G, 7k, wangxian, time travel)

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4. Hi, i want to ask a wangxian book name or the author's name will be fine too. I have saved the book in my reading list but now I couldn't find it. I read it in wattpad where both wangji and wei ying fell down from the cliff and baoshan samen rescued them. They together rescued ayuan too and then they all trained under baoshan sanren. After 16 years they met xichen in mo manor. Here shizui is mo xuyanu's friend and huisang asked wei Ying's help to solve his brother death. It is updated till 5.

FOUND? blossoming flowers in a full moon - 花好月圆 by thisiswherethemagichappens (T, 62k, wangxian, fix-it of sorts) Author in Tumblr: @thisiswherethemagichappens and @theuntamed-magic

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5. I am not sure on how to do this loll this is my first time asking. But Ima just try, also I love the stories you recommend (may have cried, and laugh loll)

I am looking for a book that I read few months back, I even went through the history and couldn't find it loll. It's about how the mdzs characters watching wei wuxian life after the first siege (?) Everyone (I think everyone) who died were resurrected to watch his life as well. While watching they didn't know that wei wuxian was still alive but not in their time period, he is alive, and pregnant and now goes by the name Bai Ying or Bai Wuxian in the future. And when they found out they decided to go and convince him to come back with them, but he doesn't remember them.

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6. Hello!! I’m p sure there’s a lot of fics like this out there right now TAT but im looking for a fic where lwj ends up tutoring wwx how to kiss? Or at least how to be sexual w/ each other? Iirc, this happened because they were having a conversation about first base, second base etc so the main point of their “agreement” is to kind of show wwx the different bases? I hope that makes sense 😭 If it helps, i remember wwx always goes to lwj’s place too for their sessions. And he often has to wait until lwj is finished with his studying/homework before the start. Thank you!!!

FOUND? Lead Me On Through by vesna (mrsronweasley) (E, 54k, wangxian, arranged marriage, practice kissing)

FOUND? throw the keys back by dustyloves (E, 31k, wangxian, F/F)

FOUND? give me one good honest kiss by occultings (microcomets) (E, 25k, wangxian, F/F)

Nothing But Trouble by brooklinegirl (E, 60k, wangxian, modern au, Fake/Pretend Relationship)

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7. Hello :3 sorry, it's the first time i don't know where i lost a fic, but i know you can help me (I admire you so much!!!). Well, it's a Wangxian time travel, but Lan Zhan only can remember his feelings for Wei Ying not the past. Wei Ying say that Lan Zhan and he, meet in their childhood and Lan Zhan promised to take him to Cloud Resses but he lost and after that was adopted to the Jiangs. (srry english is not my fist lenguage)

FOUND! Come Back to Me by s6115 (M, 9k, wangxian)

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8. Hi! Looking for a fic where Lan Wangji is cursed and falls sick/catches a cold. Wei Wuxian takes care for him. That's the summary I remember. I forgot to bookmark it (sigh, I never learn). I skimmed through the 'sick fic' tag on ao3 but I couldn't find it there!

FOUND? Might this be ❤️side effects may include by slightlytookish (T, 14k, wangxian, case fic, curses)

Other possibility❤️i don't wanna lose you (hope it never ends) by annemari (T, 20k, wangxian, sick fic, poison instead of curse), podfic by exmanhater

5 Times Wei WuXian was a Domestic Goddess by DoAliensLikePasta (G, 6k, wangxian, sick fic, WIP) has WWX nursing a sick LWJ, as well as sewing and gardening.

The Cultivator's Cold by Court_on_Fire (G, 6k, wangxian, it’s a plain old cold, but the melodramatic summary is priceless.)

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9. Hi!! I love this blog so much and was wondering if u could help me find a fic i've been looking for forever. It was something like Wei Wuxian goes to the gym (related to Jiang Cheng and a basketball team???) and he sees Lan Wangji and eventually they get together/go back to Wangji's place and have sex??? sorry this is so unspecific i just have a shit memory lmao

FOUND! ❤️speeding up my heartbeat by plonk (E, 25k, wangxian, Mojo's post)

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10. Hello! I am looking for a fic set in post-canon and there was this scene where wwx made lwj promise to tell him if he’s getting mad/annoyed at wwx. I think wwx said/did something (they were in the jingshi at this time) and lwj tells wwx that he is mad at him. Another detail I remember is that one of them slept on the floor after that fight. Thank you!

FOUND! You, Asleep and Dreaming by etymologyplayground (M, 9k, wangxian, 5+1)

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11. Hello! I wanted to ask, for the Fic Finder, if you knew the name of a fic with roughly this plot, only with LWJ turning into a bunny. Thank you in advance! :)) **Ooof, I swear I just recently read this but I can't remember! ~Mod L**

FOUND! ❤️it’s you, it was always you by myung (G, 7k, wangxian, animal transformation)

FOUND! ❤️heartkeeper by postingpebbles (G, 7k, wangxian, animal transformation), podfic by esbielle

*both these stories are based on this tumblr comic and/or this tumblr post by pakastekaappihomo

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12. Heyo Mojo guniang and L goniang? Gunzi?( since it’s they/them, i combined them. If it means anything rude please tell!!!) **Thank you for the consideration, it made me really happy! Either works for me tho I don’t know whether they mean something or not. So far the less desirable ways to address me are ‘madam’ and ‘mister’ but I'm not picky ~Mod L** i am looking for a fic. Actually two but i am pretty hopeful they are from a series.

a) WWX lives. He is taked by Qinghe Nie and put to a room. Told not to use resentment. He gets letters but JGY tells him not to read em. WWX doesn’t talk and all but one day NHS comes to do his hair and gossips. Later LWJ comes and WWX uses resentment when he hears about JYL marriage! that’s the first one i wanna find.

b) JGY is given then task to look after JYL’s kids. I think there was three? Something happened to JYL. I think a tough birth and he was given the task to be there babysitter. He starts to get really overworked since he already works a lot and I remember JZX lives too! So JGY basically lives in the baby jin room but later they get a nursemaid. I remember there was a conference and kinda 3zun happens? Like implying. Please help me! Thnx @sandriya-artemis​

FOUND! According to @tora42 both are from series Working Title: Everyone Lives (With Knives) by tucuxi (T, 50k, WIP)

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13. Hello, i'm looking for a fic i've read last year in which (post-canon) WWX was travelling around the jianghu helping people and being fed delicious regional foods in return. It had long and detailed author's notes on the dishes and geography of the regions. It probably had a wangxian love confession scene at the end and might have been formatted as a 5+1 thing? It must have been posted before the summer of 2021; i guess the length was something between 10k-25k. @tauremornalome

FOUND! a shared plate by yukla (T, 25k, wangxian, post-canon, food = love) Russian translation by smokeymoon Вместе есть

FOUND! Seven Cups of Tea by Forestofglory (G, 3k, wangxian, epistolary)

FOUND! the earth remembered me by remux (T, 30k, wangxian, WIP)

You might also be interested in this tumblr post by wangxianbunnydoodles, and Haoppopotamus on AO3, Chinese food geekery infuses a number of their fics.

SIMILAR! Comfort Food / 有可能的夜晚 by Irrelevancy (G, 4k, songxiao) - modern AU; Taiwanese bartender SL mentors Taiwanese-American tourist XXC into the local street food culture: “chinese diaspora feelings and food as love language”

SIMILAR! Before the Winter Comes by Moonpuddles (T, 3k, wangxian, with Traditional Chinese Medicine lore underlying the food choices; successive stages of autumn as celebrated by the Five Sects (the Wen Remnants, among others, get to survive.))

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14. Hi :) I just stumbled over your blog recently and maybe you could help me find a fic? I've been looking for it for weeks now but I can't seem to find it and it's driving me a bit crazy 🙈😅 so, it goes like this I think: wwx & lwj get together earlier and somehow the lan sect gifts Yiling (I think) to wwx and when he goes there during the war they sort of meet an estranged uncle of lwjs who left cloud recess and somehow they end up with little xuanwu babies and wwx lets spirits of former townguards posess them including the deceased wife of lwjs uncle and I think somehow the title Yiling Patriarch is still being used? And at one point lwj and wwx try on makeup? And it might or might not be a time travel fic? Idk 😅 I hope this is enough information and you know the fic, if not no worries and have a great day and thank you! :) 

FOUND! ❤️Gentians in bloom by teawater (M, 251k, wangxian, Mojo's bookmark)

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15. Hi, I first want to say thank you for all the hard work everyone puts in to help find and post links to fics. I have found many great reads following you guys. Second is I had read a fic and thought I had bookmarked it but it seems I cannot find it anymore so I am not sure if it was deleted or not and I cannot remember the title 😭. What I remember from the fix is that Wei WuXian has like 4 soulmates (idr if it was abo or not) but one of his soulmates was Wen Ning but he was a platonic soulmate. All his soul mates also had like a celestial beast form I think Lan Wangji was a dragon, Jin Zixuan was a tortoise or something like that. Oh and Wei WuXian was a phoenix but no one knew until he died and came back. Thats all I remember. Thank you again in advance ☺️. Oh an sorry if I did this incorrectly it’s my first time doing an ask. 

FOUND! Constellations in our Hearts by bloomylele (G, 59k, wangxian, JC/WWX, JZX/WWX, ABO, spirit animals)

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16. Hello. I have been looking for a fic for a few months and, at this point, I'm not sure I didn't just make it up in my head. It was a modern or future AU, set in space (on a spaceship, I think) and LWJ was an alien who  was slowly killing off the rest of the crew. WWX found out but wasn't freaked out and offered to help with LWJ's plans. Thank you! 

FOUND? Two Alphas, One Ship by fenaly (E, 6k, wangxian, ABO, non-con, Among Us AU, mind the tags!)

FOUND? Among Us by misbehavingvigilante (E, 50k, wangxian, imposter!LWJ/human!WWX, eggpreg, cannibalism, mind the tags!)

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17. Hello! I am looking for a fic where LWJ has been visiting WWX in the Burial Mounds often, and they consider A-Yuan their son. When WWX goes to Jin Ling's one-month, he also brings A-Yuan, but they are attacked at Qionqi path. WWX eventually makes it to Koi Tower and says something about how 'they tried to kill our son.' Thank you! 

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18. I'm trying to find a specific fic- from what I recall, it's set during the 13 years wwx is dead, and it's basically LWJ fantasizing about what if he'd become a Ghost General and stayed in the burial mounds with WWX as a fierce corpse. it's pretty pining/angsty. Any help would be great! @maverickkarel

Not quite what you're looking for but in blue skies forever series by rikke (M, 12k, wangxian, major character death) LWJ does become WWX’s Ghost General

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19. Hello! I need help finding a fic please. It's a post canon au fic where the wens and wwx survive the siege. And Sizhui goes to Cloud Recesses for the lectures once he is old enough. His gift to the Lans is a painting of all the leaders of the ssc. I remember lxc showing lwj and saying how it showed ssc as it really was with jin zixuan with mianmian not zixun and it had the best representation of what wwx looked like. After the lectures i think sizhui and lwj went back to the village. That is all I really remember. Please help. @akweenbitch​

FOUND! the first fic in the finding one another series by marbleglove - the beginning of a beautiful friendship by MarbleGlove. (G, 2k, LJY & LSZ, Wei Sizhui sets out on his first solo trip and finds a best friend)

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20. Hello. How are you? **I'm very well, thank you ~Mod L** Um there's this fic that's been on my mind and no matter how much I look, I can't seem to find it. I remember the beginning I believe was people chasing wwx wanting to kill him (this is post canon he and lwj are already together doing everyday stuff 😏) and lwj wasn't there, I think they had lured him away. Anyway wwx dies but ends up time travelling back to his lotus pier childhood. I know he was basically a genius. I distinctly remember him joining jiang yanli in training to be a 'good wife' (?) Furen training idk. But it was stuff like sewing embroidery, accounts, etc. I think there was even a sex ed thing. I know wwx made his own robes and he and nhs got along well bc of that. I can't really remember much else but any help would be appreciated please and thank you. 

FOUND? The Darkness Before Dawn by PsycheStellata707 (M, 113k, wangxian WIP)

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