#hes a confused precious bean

[seokmashu]

제러즈~~~ 자이언트 베이비 하고 캐남 보이 왔다 ㅋㅋㅋ 요새 너무 더워서 당 떠러줄 수 있어서 잘 챙겨 먹어야 해! 그래서 항상 달콤한 아이스키림 먹고 있는데, 추천 아이스크림 주세요🍦우리 내일 먹을게요 🤤 아무튼 사랑한다~ 내일 또 보자 ❤️

Zerose~~~ Giant Baby and Canadian Boy are here kekeke It's so hot these days your sugar levels could drop, so you have to eat properly! That's why I'm always eating sweet ice cream, please give me ice cream recommendations🍦 I'll eat them tomorrow 🤤 Anyways, I love you~ See you again tomorrow ❤️

Seok Matthew Twitter Update 230727 ✧ ZB1_official

[igotanidea]

Too hot to handle: Jason Todd x reader

SMUT MDNI!

As usual sorry for all the typos, grammar mistakes etc. I really had to post it XD

***

Y/N was fuming.

For no reason at all, falling down the internet hole, she found herself on some stupid forum for stupid horny women who couldn't keep it in their pants.

Clearly those bitches were getting hot and bothered for Red Hood, shamelessly sharing their dirty thoughts and comments on some parts of his body and the things he'd let him do if--

Fuck.

She could have Tim or Babs trace their IP addresses in a second and could pay them a visit of a very possessive, angered and super jealous girlfriend.

Her hands were almost itching to write a few spicy comments herself, spilling the beans of whose body Red Hood was touching almost every night. Whose lips he was devouring. Whose most sensitive parts he was tasting with his tongue, begging for as much as a drop of sweetness. Whose moans and gasps he got to hear, whose voice was his drug, whose curves he was worshiping on his knees.

Obviously, she couldn't do that, but the thought of Jason's muscled body on top of her, his hands tracing her skin and joining her in the intimate dance had a side effect seeping through her panties. 

She needed him. 

With the need that could not be satisfied with her fingers or even the toys she had stacked safely in the locked bottom drawer.

Jason ...

Come home...

Can't you sense how much I want you now...

She almost prayed to the moon on the sky to bring her lover back to her. 

***

That little tingling on his skin was something new and as much as he hated to put the thought into words, it was like a spider-sense. The one of Y/N’s second favorite self-appointed hero – spiderman.

Y/n…

Was that feeling because she was in danger?

Did someone hurt her? Did anyone dare lay a finger on his precious girl?

Jason gritted his teeth, clenching fists, anger at a purely potential enemy flooded his brain.

It was a quiet night either way, giving him a perfect opportunity to take a quick detour and check on his angel. Just a look and assurance that she was safe, to help him keep going and push him through all the shit and doubts.

Y/n….

***

He did not expect her to sit in front of Netflix at 2 am. She had work in the morning so why on earth was she watching the series?

“Hey!” he called, probably a little bit too loud, causing her to jump on the couch and almost drop the mug. “Sorry…”

“Next time give me a heads up, will you?” she muttered with a pout.

“Um- okay. What’s with the attitude?”

“Nothing.” Y/N scoffed angrily, turning back to the TV.

“Can I please get my girlfriend back? You know, the other one? Nice and caring? The one who would ask me if I’m hurt or maybe need patching or a post-patrol kiss?” Jason teased moving in front of the screen, successfully blocking it from her view. “Wait… Y/N, are you watching “Too hot to handle?" His laugh filled the room, because honestly that might have been the funniest thing in the whole week. His serious, a bit reserved, goody-two-shoes girl had her eyes on the show about horny singles.

“Shut up…”

“Oh, I will most definitely not shut up about it. Are you hinting at something, here? Cause you know, you don’t need a show like this if—” he switched a little, coming closer and leaning over her silhouette on the couch

“Shut up, Jason!”

“Whoa!” his hands raised in feigned surrender “someone’s feisty today, aren’t you?”

“I’m not feisty. I’m furious!”

“At what?”

“Girls!”

“Wait, what?” Jason frowned “I am confused.

“Girls! Women! The ones who are trying to bang and –”

“I thought you liked banging?” he sent her a knowing smirk

“Jason!”

 “Come on, sunshine, you cannot hide that blush.” He pointed out, brushing fingers over her reddened cheeks, raising her head so she had to look into his eyes “What’s gotten into you? Tell me the truth.”

“Stupid internet.”

“Mhm. Okay. Care to elaborate?”

“Did you know the girls are getting hot for the Red Hood on some stupid forum?”

“Nope. Did not. But… did it make you jealous?” he smirked, expecting her to deny and squirm in embarrassment that he accused her of such low feelings.

“Yeah…” Much to his surprise, she decided to be honest. It truly was a strange night. “Yeah, I was. Jealous and furious. Hence the “Too hot to handle” marathon.”

“Hm? Can’t see the correlation.”

“It’s so shallow and selfish and mean, but – the show is so silly and most possibly fabricated. I may, or may not have been trying to diminish women who are openly horny….?” Her voice became barely audible at the end, as if she was ashamed to admit her own .

“Oh, you silly little one.” Jason laughed, pulling her onto his lap and brushing hair out of her forehead. “You could have led with that.” His lips brushed over her forehead

“Hm? What do you mean?”

“You should have told me, that coming across girls leching over me-“

“Over Red Hood!” she interrupted and he only laughed again.

“Over me” he underlined  “- got your knickers in a twist.”

“It did not!”

Great, now she was trying to deny it. Too bad it was too late and he was in the mood for the games anymore. He felt the need to assure her that she was the one, though also expressing appreciation for said open horniness and for a little bit of jealousy. It made his ego soar.

“Didn’t it?” he teased, grabbing onto her waist and laying her on her back, hovering over her, moving fingers up her leg, until it reached the hem of her sleeping shorts. “Maybe I should check myself then?”

His hand brushed over the inside of her thigh, causing her to let out a sharp exhale.

“Oh, right… My little minx is not wearing panties at all. So it seems like you have been telling the truth after all. You did not get them in a twist…”

He leaned forward, pressing his lips to her, a sudden sweet distraction allowing him to yank those silly little shorts down, exposing her want without any care in the world. Opening her legs and wrapping them on his waist, without breaking the kiss for even a second, Jason pressed his weight on her, distributing it evenly on his forearms, to not crash her.

“Mmm. Tease.”

“And you love every second of it.” He smirked, grinding against her core, sacrificing his favorite tactical pants to her warmth and wetness. Not much of an exorbitant price for what was waiting at the finish line.

And even though it was just the beginning of the marathon, they were already gasping heavily, grasping onto each other, pulling each other closer and closer. She was so needy and he loved it. The more bothered she was, the easier it got for him to end on the winner’s podium. His cock was hardening by a second, making it almost painful to be kept in the pants, but he was holding back.

“Jason…” she moaned, reaching down his torso, sneaking hand under the waistband.

“Not yet, baby.” All she got in return was her hands pinned above her head in a very vulnerable position, completely at his mercy. And to add to it all, Jason lips attached to her pulse point, sucking the sensitive skin, making sure to leave a dark purple hickey. The one she wouldn’t be able to cover easily. “Not yet…” the grip on her wrists faltered for a second, but not enough to allow her to break free.

Jason was skillful and knew exactly what he was doing.  Feeding her with the false hope of freedom only for a second, only to grab her hands in one hand, using the other to roll her sleeping shirt up, exposing her breasts, but not taking it off fully.

“Hello, lovelies…” he muttered, before diving between her tits, getting the arching back and multiple sounds of pleasure in return. “Yeah… keep those sounds coming, baby…”

His lips traced a scorching path down her cleavage, making her want skyrocket, smirking upon the feeling of her legs tightening on his waist and her hips grinding against her jeans.

“Not yet.” He commanded again, pressing her back flat onto the couch. “Not yet…” his eyes flashed with something primal and animalistic. There was something devilishly turning on with having her naked under him, while he didn’t shed a single piece of clothing. And he was going to exploit that opportunity to the maximum.

With a quiet laugh that sounded almost sinful, Jason bent down and traced tongue over the flesh of her soft, warm breast, purposefully avoiding the little pink button that was begging for his attention. Yes, his ego was skyrocketing upon hearing her cries of pleasure and broken gasps of his name on her swollen lips, followed by the flexing of her body against his touch.

Yes, he might have been acting a little dominant, but they both knew it was not going to go on forever. 

Deep inside Jason was sweet and romantic, definitely putting soft, tender lovemaking over hard and rough sex.

And really, it didn’t take him long to give in to her pleadings and entreaties, moving lips to her nipple, sucking and biting on it gently.

“Oh yes!” she cried out, closing her eyes and from that moment things started taking on the pace. Jason groaned from the sensation of her breast in his mouth, letting go of her wrists, allowing her hands to tangle in his hair, only adding to the feelings burning inside his chest and groin. Abandoning lavishing attention on her chest, he guided her hands to the hem of his shirt and with  interlaced fingers and eyes never faltering from each other’s face they pulled it over his head, exposing his toned upper body, covered with fresh bruises and cuts.

“So you are hurt…” she whispered, touching the pads of her fingers to the newest purple mark on his pec.

“I didn’t notice…” his voice was deep, calming and full of adoration “All I notice right now is you…” he grabbed her hand pressing it to his lips, kissing all over her knuckles.

“Then come feel me too…” she moved upwards, pressing her lips to his, wanting to feel that chapped warmth on hers. And once their mouths met it was a sensation incomparable with anything else. Ironically (or not) making out like this, with their entwined bodies, separated only by the material of his pants, slowly, tenderly, focused only on each other, leaving the whole world behind was turning her on more than actual penetration.

Which did not mean she didn’t want to go all the way.

“Is it time yet?” she whispered, with a little bit of teasing in her voice, breaking the kiss only for a second.

“You are ruining the moment, sunshine.” He chuckled, tracing kisses up her cheek, all the way to her ear, softly biting on her earlobe, causing more tickling than actual pain. Y/N responded with a little chuckle as well, cupping his cheek, bringing his lips back to hers once more. Without breaking the making out for even one second, Y/N removed his belt and undid the button on his pants. Then, with a few kicks and swings of legs, they managed to set him free from his confines, finally feeling each other from head to toe.

“How’s your jealousy doing now…?” he teased, guiding himself to her entrance, grabbing onto her waist, rolling his fingers in tiny circles on her sensitive skin.

“Who’s ruining the moment now?”

“No idea. Who?” he chuckled. It was so good being with her like this. In the moment of intimacy, that was meaningful but deprived of the seriousness that could ruin the tenderness. Perfect mix of softness and love, seasoned with a bit of well balanced humor and  sarcasm that bonded them in the first place. “You ready for me, baby?”

“So ready.” She smiled, shifting and squirming to allow him to slide inside better and maximize the pleasure of unity for them both.

“Mh. Hello there…” he smirked and without missing a bit started to move inside her. Slowly, but intensely. Building up and drawing the tension. Moving hands on her body in time with the thrusts, fueling the fire that was meant to warm but not burn. “Is this what you wanted?” he looked at her face searching for the answers behind those e/c eyes, filled with longing and devotion.  

“Yeah… Good thing you helped me realize what it was that I wanted…” she started matching his movements, kissing him again.

The tension between their bodies was building slowly and steadily. There was no rush. They had all the time in the world, that suddenly shrunk to only them two.

Jason and Y/n.

Y/n and Jason.

Together.

Connecting seamlessly, with bodies joined and heart beating only for one another. Creating their own bubble of beauty and wonder in the darkness and danger of Gotham.

“I love you…” he muttered, leaning forehead on hers, needing to say those words before everything turn into the blur and haze due to the slowly approaching tidal wave of climax.

“I love you…” she responded, feeling the exact same need, knowing well enough that those three little words exchanged before the post-bliss was far more meaningful and far more true.

***

“How’s the hate on horny women doing now?” he muttered against her hair, some time later. It could have been minutes as well as hours cause once they busted the pleasure door open time suddenly became relative and meaningless.

“Hm? What women? Wait a second. Are you really trying to tell me there are other women somewhere?’ she looked at him with a tease, raising an eyebrow playfully. “I am fairly convinced there are only you and me. No other men or women anywhere.”

“Hm… What I’m hearing is that I’m the only guy in the world for you?”

“It depends on—”

“Because sure as hell you are the only woman for me.” He added quickly, knowing what her condition was. “And no silly internet forum or contestant of so-called hot, naughty Netflix show could change it.”

“You got soft, Red Hood.” She smiled, nuzzling into his chest and placing a little kiss on his chest, close to his heart

“I can be hard when it counts, though.” His heart picked up the pace as her lips touched his skin “Honestly I can be anything you may need from me.”

“How about we both stay ourselves?”

“Works for me.”

Jason's arms wrapped around her pulling her to his chest for more and more aftercare and cuddles. It was a quiet night after all and he could indulge in some time with his beloved Y/N.

[kirain]

Sigh....Galemancers really love to move the goal post when it comes to the grooming accusations huh? You found out Gale was a fully grown MAN when Mystra slept with him so now you have to say, "Well then he was emotionally groomed and the power dynamic is too vast." Mystra is a neutral good goddess because she's Midnight, who was a neutral good human. She hates that her magic has to be used for good and evil. Ao makes her share it evenly but she'd rather not. She would never do anything to hurt Gale. The writers of the game even confirmed she's not a groomer. People like you also downplay the point of Gale's entire story arc, which is he should've listened to Mystra! The whole point of his personal quest is he needs to learn to humble himself and listen to his goddess! He has no one to blame for his downfall but himself.

There's no "post" to move, anon. The game and lore give us all the context we need. Grooming doesn't only apply to children, and people have proven right and left that Mystra is terrible at relationships. She's petty and abusive when she isn't obeyed by her partners, and that's been the case with all of her iterations. Even the narrator describes her as a "jealous goddess" when you visit her shrine. Plus, your information is wrong on many accounts; the most pertinent being that the Mystra of BG3/5E isn't technically Midnight. Cyric and Shar killed her, reducing her to her godly essence (lore-wise that means she died). The current Mystra is an amalgamation of the vestiges of Mystryl, Mystra, and Midnight, as told in the novel Elminster Enraged.

Now, this is about to get complicated, as it always does with Mystra, so from here on out I'll be referring to Mystra #1 as Mystryl, Mystra #2 as Mystra #2, Mystra #3 as Midnight, and Mystra #4 as 5E Mystra. Alright, let's get started.

Elminster had to reform the fallen goddess by giving her fragments of all three iterations of Mystra. Since all three iterations are combined, our current 5E Mystra embodies the good, the bad, the beautiful, and the ugly. There's even a conversation with The Simbul (one of the Seven Sisters and a Chosen of Mystra) where the newly reformed 5E Mystra speaks of Elminster as her "longest lover". This puzzles The Simbul because that was something of the old Mystra (Mystra #2), not Midnight. The new 5E Mystra replies that she has become a combination of the memories of Mystryl, Mystra #2, and Midnight. This is all in chapter 25-30 of Elminster Enraged. I know it's confusing, but in short: 5E Mystra is not Midnight anymore, and the leading mind is clearly that of Mystra #2, hence her extremely poor judgement—a recurring theme with her character.

Mystryl and Mystra #2 were originally lawful neutral. The alignment changed to neutral good when Midnight took up the mantle, because Midnight herself was a neutral good person. But now it seems 5E Mystra is true neutral, because you are right, anon; Ao won't allow her to do whatever she wants. Midnight tried and was forbidden. 5E Mystra absolutely does not have the same level of humanity or kindness as Midnight, and that may be because Mystryl had no human consciousness and Mystra #2 was a mess.

Regardless of her alignment, she must embody her domain by Ao's decree, which means she needs to spread magic across all Realmspace. Since she has to maintain the balance, she approaches good, neutral, and evil mages with potential opportunities. This isn't a criticism (that's just how godhood works), but rather proof that Mystra is absolutely capable of good and bad. I don't want to hear any more of this "she's a precious little bean and Gale's victim" nonsense. Even if she wants to be, she's not. As Kikitakite said in their post, she's done some fucked up things.

Whether or not the writers intended to make Mystra a groomer, that's exactly what they did. Sometimes writers don't realise they've written an abusive character until they're criticised. Take writer of The Notebook, Nicholas Sparks, for example. He didn't realise he'd written Noah to be an abusive piece of shit until Ryan Gosling pointed it out himself. Gosling has gone on record many times to say he hates Noah, and experts have labeled him an unrealistic and emotionally abusive/manipulative character. The same can be said for Stephenie Meyer, who wrote some of the most celebrated toxic relationships in recent media—with a dash of borderline pedophilia on the side. Therapists have weighed in extensively to tell people that Bella and Edward's relationship isn't healthy and shouldn't be emulated in real life. Indeed, perhaps the best thing to come out of the entire franchise is Robert Pattinson's hatred of Edward and the series as a whole. Jacob's actor, Taylor Lautner, even argued with Meyer's on set because of how weird the "imprinting" segment was and he didn't want to come off as predatory. Meyer argued it was "romantic". 😕

Even if you don't agree Gale was groomed, Mystra is flagrantly responsible for his insecurities and she never should've put her hands on him. The power dynamic is too vast, and even god Gale (conceited as he is) realises it by the end. He only stays in a relationship with Tav if they allow him to ascend them alongside him as his equal. He recognises that anything else would be unhealthy and unacceptable. Also, I researched high and low regarding your claim, but none of the devs have dispelled the idea that Mystra is a groomer. In fact, the most I could find was one dev simply saying, "To Gale it was love, but he didn't know any better." If anything, that only confirms he was confused and didn't know what to do. Their "relationship" was a stunningly horrible idea from the start and that's not on Gale, it's on the literal cosmic being who initiated it.

Moreover, Gale was very likely 17 when Mystra revealed herself to him. This perfectly fits into the 5E Forgotten Realms timeline. If so, no, he absolutely wasn't a grown man. He was a teenager. Mystra may not have slept with him until he was in his 20's, but that still makes it a disgusting teacher-turned-lover situation. Gale even tells us he was "young" when she took him into her fold, and he was only eight years old when Elminster started their lessons. Remember, Elminster is Mystra's biggest apologist. He would've taught Gale to revere her, which means there was almost never a point in his life when Mystra wasn't the main focus. You can tell by the way he speaks about her in Act 1. He's in awe, he's excited, he's proud she chose him. That does something to a child. Something irreversible. If anything, Elminster is complicit in what happened. I've said this before, but he couldn't even be bothered to visit Gale himself. He sent a simulacrum.

As for your accusation that I'm "downplaying" Gale's story arc—you're damn right I am, because the writers made me! Most D&D players I know aren't very happy with how Mystra is portrayed in the game, and that's probably because even they know she isn't presented in a very flattering light. If you really think about it, it's obvious what the writers were going for, but they failed. For example, you said Gale should've listened to Mystra, right? Well, in Act 1 he admits his ambition was his undoing, blames himself for his downfall, and by Act 2 he's literally ready to off himself for her. In fact, he's the only one who sees her ultimatum as justified. Every other companion says she's being cruel and unreasonable. If Gale actually blows himself up at the end of Act 2, the results are catastrophic. The brain is destroyed, yes, but the tadpoles, free of the Absolute's control, complete their transformation and infect/enslave the entire Sword Coast. Anon. She. Is. Stupid. Even the Narrator is like, "You wanna ... you wanna try that again?"

The entirety of Act 2 is Gale learning he shouldn't listen to Mystra. And then she has the audacity to lecture him in Act 3? If he'd listened, it would've been the end of everything. Maybe if Mystra was as infallible as she pretends to be, she would've put her three brains together and came up with a better, less vindictive plan. Because make no mistake, she wanted Gale to blow up in Act 2, which is ridiculous. I know this is an uncomfortable topic for some people, but gods aren't perfect, especially in fiction. They're flawed. They're selfish. Some of them are straight up assholes. The real irony of Gale's arc isn't that he has no one to blame but himself, it's that Mystra should blame herself. At no point does she even consider if she's being unreasonable or unfair. There's no self reflection whatsoever. And the writers expect me to think Gale's full of himself? I wonder where he got it.

Probably from his teacher. ✋🎤

[suntoru]

─ ✰ BREWING AFFECTION.

✧˚ · . NAGI SEISHIRO loves sleeping, soccer, and gaming. he also doesn’t mind you coffee too.

— warnings: coffee shop! au, fluff, crackfic, reo hating on readers barista skills, downbad nagi (hes oblivious af), maybe ooc?

— author’s note: NOT TUMBLR BUTCHERING THE QUALITY OF MY HEADER. THIS IS NOT OK.

"…so… this was the coffee shop you were talking about?” reo probes nagi tentatively, face crinkled in slight confusion. the small café nestled in the hidden corner of some obscure street— nothing extravagant, and certainly not what he expected. it’s a quiet sanction, only a few patrons savoring the quiet ambience of the modest establishment.

"mhm," nagi hums in affirmation. his eyes are glued to his screen, fingers violently tapping his phone as he skillfully maneuvers through the critical attack from the boss battle. reo doubts he was listening to a word he was saying. he raises his eyebrows skeptically, surveying the surroundings of the quaint little shop. he’s well aware nagi sacrifices fifteen whole minutes of his precious sleep on wednesdays and saturdays to walk all the way here— there must, has to be something special about this place. yet all he can spot are a couple of worn-down couches, cute decorations, and the smell of grinding beans in the air; nothing particularly stands out.

'is the coffee just that good?' reo wonders to himself, his thoughts interrupted when you hastily set a tray down at their table. your hair is tied in a messy bun, name tag displayed largely at the side of your stained apron. "i'm so sorry— morning rush! two triple foam lattes, half a shot of espresso with a dash of cinnamon, right?" the words tumble out, an apology and a question all in one, accompanied by a warm aura that absolutely nobody else in customer service seemed to carry.

…that’s… not…. even close… he deadpans. “um, actually—” he starts, but is quickly interrupted by nagi cutting him off. “t’s good. thanks.” he mutters, hazy half-lidded grey eyes boring into your oblivious, starry-eyed ones. the tips of his ears turn the slightest bit pink as he blows a tuft of his hair out of his eyes. his phone is completely discarded, ‘GAME OVER.’ pixelated largely on his screen as reo’s eyes widen slightly. …did he… die on purpose? no way. but… he was just about to beat the whole game…?

you smile giddily. finally, you got an order right!! “really? i’m so glad! enjoy your drink!” you eagerly exclaim as you walk away, feeling encouraged to pump out the other orders.

“…we ordered two large macchiatos.” nagi shrugs lazily, fiddling with the plastic straw in his drink. “tastes the same. ‘t’s too much of a hassle to correct them.”

“whatever,” reo sighs, “we’ve been waiting thirty minutes for this— it better make my mouth orgasm.” thirstily taking a huge slurp of the drink, he lets the coffee settle for a moment before not so subtly gagging at the aftertaste. how can someone possibly screw up this badly? it tastes like… tepid brown water. this should be a war crime. no offense, but who thought it was a good idea to hire you? “uhm… it’s *retches* certainly an acquired flavour…” he represses another gag as the fluffy white haired male tunes him out once again.

as reo contemplates the questionable quality of his latte, nagi remains blissfully unaware of his own feelings, doing what he does every wednesday and saturday morning— unconsciously admire you from a distance, his attention shifting from reo to you. his fingers idly trace the ridges on the rim of the cup, distractedly watching as you struggle to get the coffee to start brewing.

and he can’t exactly understand why his heart is beating out of his chest (perhaps he’s having a stroke), why his face is tinted red (is it the cold nipping at his cheeks?), or why he only seems to want coffee when you’re there (it simply tastes different). it all doesn’t make sense to nagi’s simple little life, a simple repetition every day; sleep, soccer, game.

nagi seishiro finds the easiest of tasks to be a hassle. yet for some strange reason, waking up early on wednesdays and saturdays isn’t one of them.

©kaeffeinee 2023. do not copy, repost, or translate any of my works on any platform.

[mossyivy]

Selfish || Leon S. Kennedy x Fem!Dog Hybrid!Reader

Inspiration: Puppy Pound - Jazmin Bean

Content Warning: Baby's First Hybrid fic, Starts as Post RE4R Leon, Mentions of Suicide (no actual death), Spoiled Brat Reader, Pet Names (hehe but no really - Sweet Girl, Grumpy Bitch, Princess), Unrequited Love (Not really though).

Authors Note: Decided to post what I had so far of this. Test the waters for a part two if anyone is genuinely interested.

Leon was always lonely after that night in '98. The soul-crushing pressure of keeping the public safe from horrific monstrosities created by cults or money-hungry corporations alike. The bitter feeling of everyone around him moving on with their lives, while he constantly feels stuck.

No one to come home to at night. No one to even call his own. Devoid of the most basic of relationships. Hardly even able to call coworkers friends, maybe acquaintances at best if they're even that. No one to share laughs, or meals, or time with was starting to get to him. The heavy weight of loneliness stuck to him like a mouse in a glue trap. Just abnormally cruel at this point.

Until you came into his life a few years ago.

Just a sweet little dog hybrid sitting under a shop awning, trying to keep dry during a thunderstorm. Being dealt the shittier hand in life of not being brought in by a complete stranger like your siblings. Left to search through trash cans and dumpsters just to scrape by another day. Unsure of how you'd get by the next or even survive the night with how rough the city could be.

Your stomach aches with the familiar hunger of another day with no luck, even just barely making it under the awning. Starting to dry off with your damp hair. The fur on your ears and tail no longer puffed, just a drenched flat matted mess.

That's when he saw you, standing across the street with an umbrella overhead. A hot bag of Chinese takeout ready to be eaten, slowly going cold as he watches the sweetest girl he's ever seen look borderline pathetic. The way your tail is curled around your ankles as you tuck your knees closer when a clap of thunder makes the ground shake, it's so loud. The whimpering sounds you made were so loud he could hear them clear as day across the street.

He can't help himself. Leon's always been helpful. Now, only worse with his job, helping others is just his second nature. That's why he didn't even think twice about jaywalking the second he noticed you shiver once. The sound of wet footsteps caught your attention.

"Are you okay, girl?" Looking up, you're met with the sight of an angel looking down on you. Dull blue eyes sitting in dark exhausted bags stare at you as you take him all in. The light of the closed storefront made his blond hair shiny, along with his luscious lips and large prominent nose.

You're absolutely baffled that someone is even talking to you. Use to people waving you away from their sight or even chasing you off their property. The sound of a foreign language hits your ears, head tilting as you snap back to reality. Ears twitching in response to whatever he asked. Deep chuckles roll from his chest as he smiles at your clear confusion.

"I'm not gonna hurt you. I just wanna help. You got an owner? I don't see a collar on you sweet girl."

Sweet girl. Your brain almost melts at the name alone. Slowly shaking your head, he holds his hand out for you, letting you sniff him and familiarize himself with you. Damp tail starts to wag as he cups your chin, turning your face.

"You wanna come home with me?"

And that was the question that sealed their fates for the next few years. That night, he took you home, fed you, bathed you and gave you the love and attention you'd needed for years. Giving him back companionship he desperately wanted without even realizing it.

You're far from a purebred but treated like one instead of the mutt you actually are. Pampered to the nines by the finest of things. Great clothes, food, products, doctors, anything for Leon's precious little princess. Toys o' plenty, even the most expensive dog bed lays ignored by you. Favoring sleeping with your owner nightly. Clinging to his side the second he got home for the past 3 years now.

Leon's 30th birthday, coming and going by with him just celebrating the day off with you. Cuddled up on the couch, clinging to his side as you napped on his chest. He sighs, watching the commercial for some random romantic comedy coming to theaters soon. Glancing down at the sleeping figure next to him, one of the few reasons on this planet he hasn't blown his own brains out yet.

Your soft features illuminated by the glow of his flat screen. Every soft little note he's made thousands of times before scribbled across your soft skin he's made soft over the time you've spent together. Taking in the details of the small things. The way your ears twitch when you sleep, the small little scar on the side of your nose you told him the story about getting at least thirty times by now, the tiny sharp canines showing through plush open lips.

Eyes linger, brain yelling at him to stop. He can't have his cake and eat it too. That's not his life anymore. That thought alone makes his heart hurt. A pretty girl he knows who'd be perfect for him, but fate decided to make you his glorified pet instead of a woman he could love without judgment.

Getting that familiar loneliness again, he runs his thumb over your cheek, making your face scrunch in your sleep. Not bothering to pull away because he knows you won't budge. That serene mumble you always do as you tuck your head under his chin to get comfortable again. His hand moves from your shoulder, hovering over your lower back like some magnetic force field is keeping him away. You settle down, his hand goes back between your shoulders.

He can't. He'd ruin a precious thing like you. Building you back up to how you deserve to be treated. He's worked so hard to keep you happy. Treat you like a spoiled little princess, even if you act like a grumpy bitch when he's away for long.

He just can't cross that line. Not with you.

Sighing, he flips through the channels, picking an older black and white movie to watch. Ads are rolling on this channel too. He's about to pick up the remote again when a new commercial pops up for a match-making service in the area. The number scrolling along the line at the bottom of the screen in bright pink with a little heart accentuating the end. All he can think about is Claire nagging him to try dating websites, since online dating is apparently the "hot new thing".

He's too fucking old for that... At least he thinks so. But this... This could work. Common interests tend to bring people together, at least that's what he tells himself, pulling his phone out of his pocket and looking up the website.

Jessica? No. Josie? No... Joyce? No! God, he's terrible with names sometimes... His brain can barely let him remember his dates name, he can't do this too.

Leon fumbles with his tie in the mirror, pulling it from the collar and back onto the pile of clothes he can't bother to hang up clustered at the bottom of his closet. The top buttons on his shirt come undone as he glances at you in the mirror. Lying so pretty on his bed, tail curled around your legs as you watch him get dressed for his date. Turning back to you, you sit up quickly. Tail thumping against the sheets as you stare in awe. As if you hadn't seen him in his button ups for work dozens of times by now.

"Well, what do you think, princess?" Your head tilts, ears flopping to the side with your signature cute smile.

"Handsome." The word flows through your lips so easily, his heart rate picking up as he feels the heat in his neck forming. It almost makes him blush at how blunt you can be sometimes. Clearing his throat is the signal for goodbye most days. Crawling over, your delicate hands go to his shoulders, rubbing the top of your head under his chin. Pushing your scent all over him. Even if it can barely be traced over his cologne, you know it's there. It's a mark of ownership over him, at least to you, even if humans don't exactly follow the same rules hybrids do. Other bitches will keep their distance.

"Alright, you know the drill. Don't answer the door and no wild parties. Be a good girl for me while I'm gone, okay?" Leon leans in, giving you a kiss between the ears and a light squeeze before he's gone. Out the door and to dinner with whoever he's going with.

Sauntering to the door, you sit and wait, staring at the thick wood for so long that your eyes start to burn. That's when your pathetic little whimpering starts. Just to walk off to the living room and sulk on the couch like you do every time he leaves without you in tow. Laying your head where he usually sits, his musky scent fills your canine senses and calms you slowly.

It's okay, he'll be back. He always comes back.

An hour goes by, the familiar click of the lock sounds. Ears perking up as you rush to the front door, an excited bark ripping through the air as your tail thumps against the floor. The door opens, Claire stepping through. Which isn't abnormal, sometimes when Leon and Claire go to dinner they end up back there to keep chatting for a while.

"Hi girl!" Claire gets smothered in a tight hug, muzzle buried in her shoulder as she squeezes you. Looking behind her, you see the empty hallway of the apartment building. The lack of Leon behind her, reprimanding you for crowding her when they got back. Your tail halts, stomach knotting up.

Where is he? If he's not home, then where is he? He was just going to dinner with someone. That someone wasn't Claire?!

The brunette immediately notices your distressed tension. Rubbing your back to calm you as she kicks the door closed.

"It's okay girl, he should be home soon. Leon just asked me to drop by and make sure you ate something. C'mon, let's get you fed, yeah?"

She gives you a little squeeze, stepping by to walk into the kitchen. Your eyes still transfixed on the door, plopping to the floor to start your routine of waiting again. Claire looks down at you, worry washing over her as she frowns slightly.

"It's okay girl, he'll be home from his date soon." Her footsteps led away, the sounds of buttons being pushed and the hum of the microwave heating up your dinner was enough to pull you from your rapid thoughts.

Date? What's a date? If he's not with Claire, who is he with? Is it other people you know? What if he's with a stranger? Could that stranger hurt him? Oh no, what if he's hurt somewhere!?

Whining starts again, louder than before, alerting Claire as she walks back into the doorway of the kitchen. Crouching next to you, stroking between your shoulders gently.

"Hey, hey it's okay..."

"Where is he?" Your mumbles come out as more pathetic than you intended. Eyeing Claire finally. Her soft smile does very little to comfort you.

"He's on a date, sweet girl. Y'know, like, a romantic outing. Having a fun time! He might even like her so much he could make her your new mama." The beep from the kitchen catches Claire's attention as she stands up and walks away.

Mama...? He's trying to find you a new mama? You don't need a mama, you want your owner. Only your owner. Taking another woman out on a romantic outing when he could have just taken you somewhere instead?

What are you, chop liver? No longer his little princess? His sweet girl? The light of his life?

He'd always seemed so obsessed with you, just like you were him. Loving him with everything you had and getting back what you thought was your equal share of his love in return.

But now you might have to share him...?

Your eyebrows furrow, eyes going back to the door before Claire calls you to the kitchen, just to get ignored as you angrily pout at nothing. Footsteps round the corner as she crouches next to you again.

"C'mon girl... You can't sit here all -"

"No..." You disobey, tone laced with a growl as Claire looks a little thrown off, not scared but surprised by the sudden attitude change. Her lips draw to a line, her hand coming to your shoulder as she squeezes it gently.

"There's food on the counter. Nice and hot just for you... Please eat it, he'll be home soon. You don't have to sit here all night." Standing up, she gives you a scratch between the ears, heading for the door. The lock clicks into place as you're left in the silence of the apartment again. Nothing but the sound of the outside world to accompany you.

After a few minutes of sulking, you walk to the kitchen to at least look at the food you were offered. Stew sitting piping hot at the kitchen counter with a spoon next to the bowl.

You aren't even hungry, your stomach still in knots as you glare at the food. You know you should at least try eating, unless you actually want to upset Leon.

A little defiant voice in the back of your head pushes through your thoughts to get a pint across.

Make him know you're mad at him...

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[baby-dr1ver]

girls night in, guys night out

a/n: hello everyone! this is my second installment of dad!lando series. most of these can be read as one-shots but some (in the future) will connect. anyway, enjoy!

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pairing: dad!lando x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, so much fluff, tooth rotting, kinda pouty lando lol

--you invite the WAGS over while the boys go out. Lando isn’t happy about leaving Atticus before bed time, but the guys are okay with being delayed after seeing the precious  moment between the three of you 

Getting Lando to go out has been difficult. Which is weird because Lando is a party animal-he sokes up everyone's energy and has never turned down going to a club. 

But ever since Atticus was born, parties and club visits have slowed down…almost to a stop completely. After every race, win or lose, he’d come back to the hotel room to the two if you. Curled up in bed by 9:30 instead of celebrating with the grid. 

Now that winter break was in full swing, you’d been pushing him to see his friends, even if it was just dinner. He’d always respond the same, “I’d rather be here with you and Atty.” And while that was sweet, he NEEDED to get out of the house. So, you invited all the WAG’s over while the guys tried to wrestle Lando into some “going out clothes” instead of his usual sweatpants and shirt covered in spit up and whatever else his gremlin threw at him. 

“Baby c’mon, it’s one night away.” Lando huffed as he flung himself on the bed. He was half dressed, desperately trying to convince you to let him stay home with the girls and Atticus. 

“What if this one night throws our whole routine out of whack?! What if he resents me? What if he stops-” you put a hand over his mouth before he could get another word out, knowing exactly 

what he was gonna say. “Lan, I seriously doubt that our baby who is 9 months old, will stop loving you because you went out for one night.” He pouts and pulls you down to lay with him. He looks over to the bassinet next to your bed, listening to your baby boy shuffle around. Lan knew he was overthinking things, maybe he really did need a night out. 

“Alright, I’ll go.” he said so lowly, you almost missed it. Almost. 

You sprung up and grabbed Atticus from the crib. “Why don’t you throw that black button up on and we’ll meet you in the kitchen.” Lando cocked his head to the side confused. “Can’t let you leave without helping me give him his night time bottle.” His face lit up with excitement. Lando got into action as you made your way downstairs. 

As you walked down to greet everyone, you couldn’t help but look down at the carbon copy of Lando in your arms. Same nose, same eyes and ears, same cheeky smile-you felt a little sad Lando was leaving but you knew this was what he needed. 

By the time Lando had made his way to the kitchen, you had already dimmed the lights and had everything laid out and ready. He stood back for a moment and watched the two most important people in his life be so entranced by one another, totally blocking out the rest of the world. He made his way up behind, careful not to make you jump, and laid a delicate kiss in your shoulder. 

“Hi” you whispered, never taking your eyes off Atticus. “Hi baby,” he replied with a small squeeze to your waist. “hi other baby.” he laughed to himself as his mini me just peered up at him. “Grab the bottles for me? Everything’s ready, just need to feed the little bean.” Lando nodded and grabbed the warm sippy cup full of milk and handed it to you. 

“Here why don't you” you paused and decided it would be easier to show him. You turned so you faced a little away from lando and brought him closer. You replaced the arm holding his legs with Landos so he supported his body too. He must have got the message because suddenly he let out a long breath and leaned into you. 

“Better?” He nodded and swayed a little to try and lull Atticus to sleep quickly. You all got comfortable under the dim lighting of the kitchen, Lando laid his head on your shoulder, inhaling your scent. The little one looked up at you both with his big blue/green eyes, and reached out towards his dad. Lando stuck out his finger for him to grapple onto and just about glued himself to the floor so he’d never have to leave. 

You chuckled as you watched the pout form onto Lando’s face and leaned down to kiss his cheek. Atty let out a soft sigh through his nose, a sign he was on the brink of sleep. One trick you and Lando both knew would get him to sleep, was singing to him. 

He loved any music, whether it was rock, 80’s, indie, pop, EDM, you could always find Atticus Norris moving around to music.

But what really mesmerized him was the silky voice of Frank Sinatra or Doris Day. You quietly hummed “Dream a Little Dream of Me” while gently tracing his delicate features. “Sing for me?” lando asked as he looked over at you with identical eyes. You blushed and looked away as you softly started to sing. “..stars shining bright above you.” 

“Night breezes seemed to whisper, I love you.” you inhaled sharply as you heard Lando try to carry a proper tune. “Babe, don’t laugh.” You giggled and nudged you shoulder against his cheek. 

“I’m not, I promise, it’s cute. Love when you try to sing along.” Lando scoffed in mock offense as he started to try and defend himself without waking the babe. What you both failed to notice was that he had already fallen asleep, resting all his weight against the two of you. Still gripping onto Lando’s hand, the nipple of the cup was still stuck in his mouth. 

You could see the battle behind Lando’s eyes so you spoke up, “Wanna put him to bed? I’m sure the guys won’t mind being late by a few minutes." Lando smiled and nodded. You transferred the rest of Atticus’ limbs to him and watched him walk upstairs with all the grace in the world. 

Before you could really process, you heard sniffling behind you. You whipped around and saw the girls with their phones out, tear tracks on their faces. “...is everything alright?” 

Kika scoffed, “Alright? That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed!” the girls around her nodded as they dabbed their faces dry.

They disappeared around the corner, presumably to say goodbye to the HAB’s and you heard murmuring. 

“You can’t make him go! Please he won’t survive!”

“You didn’t see it, i have never seen him NOT wanna go out like that.”

“What?! He’s going out, I don’t care if I have to drag him by his curls out the door.” 

You giggled as you heard Max’s voice get louder. “Whatcha laughing about?” Lando asked as he came down the stairs. 

“Oh nothing, I just think that the guys are gonna leave you here if you don’t hurry.” he only grumbled and yelled. “Yeah I’m coming, I’m coming!” and disappeared out the door.

[multistanisms]

Save a Horse || Ateez

FANDOM: Ateez

PAIRING: Hongjoong x fem!Reader

WORD COUNT: 5407

RATING: M

POTENTIAL TRIGGERS: Biting, degradation [honestly, I'm not sure, so if anyone finds one, please let me know?]

SUMMARY: The staff of KQ know full well about the nonhumans who have taken the world by storm with their music. The last to reveal their nature is Hongjoong, a demon-siren hybrid. Despite staff worrying for his girlfriend, what only the members know is that the little witch is a delight that's not afraid of Hongjoong's darkness.

TAGLIST: @daceydeath, @justaaveragereader, @no1likemybbgcharlie, @spookidema

AUTHOR NOTES: Y'all please be nice, I haven't written smut in literal years. I saw the outfit Joong wears in this fic when I got to see Ateez back in July, and it has just sat and rotted my brain to mush, so here we are. Not beta'd this time around, but I did reread three times to try and catch everything. Much thanks to Dacey and Syd especially, because sometimes my depresso bean self needs some encouragement to share my weird joys. Enjoy, my dearies. <3

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One of the perks of your audio production degree was a free seat at the mixing booth during shows when you don't want to stay at the hotel waiting on Hongjoong to get back. Tonight was one such night, but the staff kept looking at you in a way that confused you. While the other members had been open with the company about their races from debut - from Seonghwa’s selkie blood to San’s Cheshire form, Hongjoong had only recently revealed to staff that despite masquerading as a regular human, his heritage ran closer to the other members of Ateez - as he was a demon/siren hybrid. Perhaps they were concerned for you, though they were unaware you yourself were a witch. Sitting at the booth as you watched the crowd pour in from the rain outside, you pulled your phone out to text your boyfriend. 

⇐: Hey gorgeous. How's it going?

My Captain: There's my beautiful girl. We were just talking about you.

⇐: Who's we, Joong?

My Captain: Hwa, Mingi and I. I was asking for opinions on what I should wear during the last set.

⇐: And you didn't ask me? 

My Captain: I want it to be a surprise, precious. It is our anniversary, after all.

The text stops you and you have to swipe down to check the date. Sure enough, it's the one year date since Hongjoong asked you to officially be his mate. Neither of you counted the two years of fuck buddy/situationship before that.

⇐: It really doesn't feel like it's already been a year already, holy shit. I didn't get you anything, baby. 😭

My Captain: Don't worry, after the flight to the next city, we have two days before we even have to do anything big. I'm sure we'll think of something.

⇐: How about we start with me making dinner?

My Captain: The show lets out late, beautiful. We have to do the send off tonight, which takes longer. But don't worry, I've got it handled.

⇐: Should I be concerned?

My Captain: Hardly. Just have fun. I'll listen for your screams in the crowd. 😉

⇐: Like you'll hear me with the sold out stadium of Atiny, baby. The seats are already almost full.

My Captain: Come now, you think I can't find your voice even with a full house? I know it so well, after all.

The blush that heated from your neck up into your face made you lower your head. You waved a hand dismissively when one of the nearby staff asked if you were okay, diverting by asking for some water. Once the member had wandered off, you took a breath to settle yourself before responding.

⇐: You have a show, Hongjoong. Focus on that instead of my screaming, yeah?

My Captain: Oh, I know there’s a show. Don’t worry, I’ll get the screams later. 😚

Your eyes roll at his antics, slipping your phone back into your jacket pocket and settling into the rolling chair as you move to watch the stage and willing the blush on her face to fade. The show is always a work of art, the energy Hongjoong and his team gave never failing to amaze you; though with none of them being human, it makes sense their energy is slow to fade. You loved watching the group perform, but sometimes it was hard not to focus on just Hongjoong. You enjoyed the concert in its entirety, but as the boys came back for the final encore set, you couldn't help the sharp intake of breath as you saw the outfit your boyfriend was wearing. Dark blue jeans clad his legs, covering the black boots he wore. His shirt was a black button up that hugged against his body, perfectly showing off his torso while simultaneously still leaving room for the imagination - though you didn't need to use it. The bolo tie was a good accent of silver against the shirt, but the obvious piece de resistance was the dark colored leather cowboy hat he wore atop his head. The sight alone stole your breath, unable to even glance at any of the other members for the duration of the encore. “You fucking menace.” Your tone is a quiet, breathy growl as the boys all line up on the lift to be dropped down and you move to stand, bidding the staff goodnight and making your way to the dressing rooms. 

Hongjoong is still wearing the hat as he laughs with Wooyoung and Mingi, but the moment he lays his eyes on you and all out smirks, you know he chose the outfit on purpose. He steps to one side so he can pull you to him, dipping his head to kiss you while his hands slid to rest at the small of your back. He's extra warm from performing, but you settle into him with ease. “There's my girl.” he teased when he pulled away, smiling down at you.

“What are you trying to do in this, huh? Drive me absolutely insane?”

“Partly. I do have a few better ideas, though.” He grinned, one hand moving to tuck his fingers under your chin and bring your lips back to his. “But those have to wait until we're back at the hotel.” He laughs quietly when your response is a quiet whine as you pout. “Don't worry, baby. All that's left is send off, you don't have to wait much longer.”

“But you look so good.” you counter, arms moving from his waist to snake at his neck and let your fingers play with the hair at the back of his head. 

“I know, Y/N. Tell you what. You take my card, get us something for dinner and I'll meet you at the hotel, okay? I'll come straight to you as soon as we're done.”

“Promise?”

“Swear it.” Hongjoong replies, stealing another kiss. 

“Fine.” You reluctantly pull away, immediately missing his warmth as he enters the dressing room. As the door closes, you catch the familiar sound of San’s naturally pouty voice as he teased his leader. You laugh a little, aware of the muffled noises inside as you lean against the wall by the door to wait. The chatter inside bursts louder as Hongjoong reappears, hat no longer resting atop his head. “Awh, where'd my cowboy go?” You tease as your lips pout playfully, which grants you another kiss. 

“Don't worry, baby girl, I'm still your cowboy,” he assures, hand slipping his card into the back pocket of your jeans. “And only your cowboy.” He laughs as you hide your face in your hands at the growl in his voice, his own coming to wrap at your wrists and gently urge them away from their position as he changes to a softer, playful tone. “Come now, don't hide from me, Y/N. You know I love it when you blush for me.” 

“Oh hush, you. You shouldn’t be fucking growling at me in public when you look like this.” You huff playfully, but you're powerless to the soft tone he uses, looking up at him just so you can see him smile at you as if you'd hung the moon itself. “Just come home quick, yeah?”

“As soon as I can slip away, I will be there.” 

You go to step back so you can leave, but as he opens the door to leave you, you reach for his wrist, tugging him back to you to steal one last kiss, smirking as you nip your teeth over his lower lip and he groans loudly. His eyes flash crimson, and you know you’ve tempted him in return. Satisfied you've returned the favor when he's already tempted you, you ruffle your fingers through his hair and quickly step out of reach. “I love you.” You laugh as you slip out of view. You can just barely catch the familiar ring of his darker laughter, knowing that you were in for at least a little bit of trouble when he got back to the hotel. It was worth it, though, seeing as he'd sauntered around on stage in the outfit just to rile you up. 

All’s fair in love and war, right? 

You pass through familiar faces of staff, congratulating them as you find your way out to the underground garage where your rental is parked near the bus. Traffic is still going to be a mess, but not as insane with the show having a send off, so you have time to think of what to get for dinner. You settle on fried chicken, looking up the nearest place that serves it because you don't think you have time to finish cooking before your boyfriend joins you. Once you find a place, you order food for the two of you and head towards the restaurant. As you pull into the shopping center and get out, you spot another shop nearby that catches your eye, and you go there first before grabbing dinner and stopping to get some ice cream for dessert. The drive from the shopping center to the hotel isn't long, thankfully, and you find yourself sliding the key card through the door in no time at all compared to leaving the arena. The company always makes sure there's decent accommodations for everyone, and you set the bag of food in the kitchenette counter so you can put the ice cream away. You then go to change into more comfortable clothes - a pair of pajama pants and a tank top you'd stolen from Hongjoong (who had purposely gotten it too big so you would steal it). You turned your little speaker on to play music, going about moving the desk chairs closer together and setting out the boxes of food. You're singing as you go about the process, lost in the sheer domestication, and don't register the sound of the door unlocking. Hongjoong’s voice harmonizing with your own as his arms wrap around you from behind startles you from your mind and you laugh a little. “Hey there, gorgeous.” You greet, adjusting so you can tilt your head back and let him kiss you. “How was send off?”

“It was fun, but honestly, I was also a little out of it.” Hongjoong admitted. “I’m pretty sure I missed interacting with a few fans.”

“I'm sure they'll forgive you.” You playfully banter back. “You deserved to be distracted after what you did to me.”

“Oh, I plan on doing a lot more than distracting you, princess.” Hongjoong's voice pitches into a growl, head dipping to bite at where your pulse beats just under your jaw. He holds you securely even as your legs threaten to give out. 

“Fuck, Joong.” You breathe, one hand moving to slide into his hair. You can feel the laugh even as he continues to bite and suck at your skin, intent on making sure a possessive mark is left behind when he's done. 

“I know all your sweet spots after three years, baby. You should have known I'd use them after that tease.” The smirk in his voice is evident as one hand snakes lower so he can slip it beneath the fabric of your pajama pants, but stops just beneath the hem to simply brush his fingers over your hip gently.

“Kim Hongjoong, we've been over this. It isn't a tease if you have every intention of following through.” Your words are breathless even as you correct him, barely keeping yourself up because true to his word, Hongjoong knows every spot that drives you wild. “And if you thought for a moment I wouldn't follow through when you look this delicious, well, that's just sad.” You're very aware of the heat pooling in your body, turning into putty with every touch and kiss Hongjoong places on your body. 

“Did you think I wouldn't follow through?” He smirks, stepping away to pull you towards the bed. “Did it not occur to you that I picked this exact outfit specifically for you?”

“Oh yeah, just for me? Why, so I could jump your bones, handsome?” You tease back, your voice shaky from desire as he brings you to the bed. 

“Maybe. Would that make it better, princess?” Hongjoong cooed, moving to make you sit on the foot of the bed so he can settle on his knees between your legs. Dark eyes looked up at you, the sheer lustful adoration in them making you bite your lip and moan. 

“How are you so fucking gorgeous on your knees? It's not fair.” You pout, moving to tilt the hat back so you can see his face better. He smirks up at you, reaching up to remove the hat and set it aside, hands moving to the waistband of your pants to tug them down, his eyes watching you as you adjust to help him remove the fabric easier. When his eyes lower, he groans, eyes closing briefly. 

“What are these?” He coos breathily, fingers trailing up your thighs to tease over the navy colored lace of the underwear you have on. 

“I figured since I didn't have a gift, I could find something else to give you.” Your voice is smug even as he brushes his thumb over the fabric covering your core, biting your lip. “Happened to find a shop that was still open and I know how much you like me in lace.”

“I do love you in lace, baby, but you've never made a special trip like this just for me.”

You pout at his response despite the desire burning through your veins. “Do you not-”

“I love it, princess, please don't doubt that. You're fucking spoiling me with this. I couldn't ask for a more perfect anniversary gift. I simply can't decide if I want to ruin these panties while you're wearing them or take them off and just devour you.” One hand is pressed at the crotch of his jeans where his length is already visible through the denim, and you almost feel sorry for his indecision. Almost. 

He started it by wearing the damn cowboy outfit he's in, after all.

“Would seeing the set help you decide?” you ask, and the feral heat in his eyes as they swirl crimson in desire when he looks up at you makes you giggle, crossing your arms over your body to grab the hem of the shirt and pull it off, revealing the matching lace bra underneath the tank top. There's a pride that swells when he moans loudly at the sight of you in nothing but the lingerie set. 

“Fuck, Y/N,” he lurches up at you, sealing his lips over yours as his hands move to cup at your chest, massaging your breasts as he moans into your mouth. You can't help but laugh out a soft moan as he trails his lips further down your neck, leaving open mouth kisses and a faint touch of saliva on your skin. “So beautiful, so soft…can't believe you're really mine.”

One hand moves to play in his hair, gripping at the brown tresses gently. “I'm only yours, Joong, my delicious cowboy. You claimed me a long time ago.” You shiver as his laugh vibrates through you, his hands moving to unclasp the bra before nudging at you to lay down so he can hover over you, your arms above your head as you look at each other longingly. “Our food will get cold, baby.”

“There's only one thing I'm hungry for right now.” Hongjoong breathes, holding himself up with one hand as he dips his head, taking one nipple in his mouth while his fingers scratch gently and pinch at the other. The ministration makes your back arch, one hand returning to his hair to tug at the strands. It earns you a pretty little moan, Hongjoong switching his mouth to the opposite nipple. Teeth graze over the sensitive bud and you gasp, hips bucking up suddenly and letting you feel just how hard your boyfriend already is for you. Hongjoong laughs, pulling away to kiss you. “I love how responsive you are to my mouth, princess.”

“I'm responsive to you, Hongjoong, not just your mouth.” You manage to breathe back, tongue wetting your lips when he pulls away. 

“Well, I plan on using my mouth thoroughly first.” Hongjoong grins down at you, starting to trail bites and kisses down your body. When he gets low enough, his teeth clasp onto the fabric of the panties and tug. Unable to help yourself you prop up on your elbows to watch him, hips lifting just enough to aid his task. His eyes stay locked on you as he works the fabric down. Once it's low enough, he uses his hands to finish removing it, kissing up the inside of your thigh. “Mhmm, how many times should I drive you over that edge, hmm? My precious girl.”

You can't help but reach out to card your hand through his hair again, licking your lips. “As long as I get a chance to reciprocate in between. It's not just about me, baby.” 

“I could get off just listening to your noises, Y/N. You know that.”

“Mm, but I like getting you off in other ways.” You fire back. “My cowboy needs some physical touch, too.” You're more than aware of the shiver than runs through his body, picking up the hat to put it back on his head. “Let me ride you like a good girl, yeah? What is it they say? Save a horse, ride a cowboy?” The words seem to break his will to debate, arms wrapping around your thighs and tugging you towards his face.

“Let me taste you first. I want you to fall apart on my tongue before you go on your ride. Be a good girl and speak up for me.” He doesn't give you a chance to respond, mouth enveloping your folds and swirling his tongue around your clit. Having him between your legs like this is nothing new, he loves getting to please you in this way, but the hat sits just so that he can look up at you and yet you couldn't see him, which somehow added to your arousal. One hand moves up to lace his fingers through yours, squeezing your hand as he moans. The sound vibrates into your body, making you wetter as your eyes close and you moan in return.

“Fuck, Joong, baby,” you know you can't last long after the build up, and it doesn't bother Hongjoong at all, he sucks harder at your clit, sliding two fingers between your folds as he continues. The sensations are too much and not enough, your body unable to decide if it wants to pull away or press closer. Hongjoong obviously senses it, adjusting so he's hovering better over your core, slowly adding a third finger before scissoring them. Your back comes off the bed as you cry out, eyes closing as you grip at the sheets and your head slams back onto the bed. You're right on the edge, feeling your body quake from how tight the coil of your pleasure is. “Joong, mm, Hongjoong, fuck, don't stop, please baby, don't stop.” It’s obvious he has every intention of having you hit that first orgasm quickly, his mouth sucking harder as his hand speeds up at your pleas. It doesn't take much longer before your legs fight against his hold, your release spilling on his fingers and tongue while you half scream his name. He doesn't stop though, making sure you ride out the high as he takes every bit you give him, moaning like he's just had his favorite meal. When you whine, he pulls away, knowing it means you've become too sensitive.

“Did your cowboy do good?”

“So good.” You pant, watching him with half-lidded eyes. “But it's my turn now, Joong.” He smirks up at you, moving onto the bed so he can kiss you deeply, swiping his tongue over your lower lip to ask for entrance. You open your mouth eagerly, letting him make you taste yourself as you moan into the kiss, pulling at his shirt to hold him close. His hands lift to start unbuttoning his shirt but you smack at his hand. “No.” you whine. “Let me taste you while you're still like this, please? You can take it off when you fuck me, I just want to see you fall apart like this.” You beg, fingers already working open his jeans as you start to slide off the bed and try to tug him over. His hands catch your wrists, however, a stern command escaping his lips as your knees touch the floor. 

“No, baby girl, get up from there.”

“But-”

“Y/N, I didn’t say no. I just don’t want you on the hotel floor like a common whore.”

“But I’m your whore, Captain.” you counter, grinning when the name makes his gaze darken. “I don’t mind being on my knees for you like a good girl.”

“Princess, we’ve already been over this.” His grip at your wrists tightens and he tugs you up to standing, getting off the bed himself to look down at you from your height difference. He leans in, swiping his tongue up your neck and grazing his teeth over your pulse before growling quietly in your ear, the sound alone making you shiver. “You may be my whore, but you will not sully yourself on the floor of hotel rooms. So if you’re so intent on sliding my cock down that pretty little throat of yours,” he pauses to dip his head to the other side, biting hard at where your neck and shoulder meet, smirking at the moan you make and the way your body quivers before he lifts his lips to your ear again. “Get your ass back on the bed like a good girl.” 

The obedience is immediate, you crawling onto the bed the moment he releases the hold on your wrists, tongue wetting your lips as you wait patiently for him to join you. You sit back with your legs tucked underneath, hands clenching as you lower your gaze for a moment. When he moves to join you on the bed, he slides his jeans down just enough to reveal the boxers underneath, leaving the clothing on per your request as he settles on the bed and leans back against the headboard. You can feel his gaze on you, a shiver of pleasure down your spine as he hums appreciatively at your nude form before opening his arms. 

“Come here, darling girl. Let me kiss you.”

You move closer to him, scooting up the bed and letting him guide you between his legs so he can lean into him, sealing your lips together. You moan as his fingers wind their way into your hair, his nails becoming claws to faintly scratch over your scalp. This kiss is heated, Hongjoong dominating the contact with ease as he holds you to him. Your hands move lower, fingers brushing over the outline of his cock through the boxers he wears. “Please, Joong,” you beg between kisses, voice little more than a whine. “My Captain, my soulmate, please.”

Hongjoong hums, the sound vibrating in his chest as he swipes his tongue over your lips again. “What is it, my precious? What do you want from Captain, hmm?” He’s mocking you, and you know it, but it’s so undeniably sexy because he saves the sexual torment specifically for you. “Use your words, be a good girl for me, yeah?”

One hand moves shamelessly over his erection, whining helplessly as you press just faintly against the bulge. “Let me taste you, please. I need it.”

“Mm, look at you, begging so pretty for me.” he smirks as he drags your bottom lip between his teeth, and you’re very aware of the way he’s completely dropped his human facade, fangs catching your skin as he tugs your lip teasingly. “So good and obedient. I haven’t even given you my cock but you’re already drunk on it.”

“Drunk on you, Hongjoong.” you weakly correct, whimpering as one hand reaches up to wrap around your throat for a moment. 

“Yeah, it’s just my presence making you so wet and needy?” he tilts his head, crimson eyes glowing and he smirks at you, and you’re very aware of the way you can feel the emotions between each other.

“Fuck,” you gasp, one hand covering the one he has at your throat. “Please, Joong. Please let me have you in my mouth. I can be such a good girl, please.”

“Oh, I know you can be. You’re always so good, even when you’re getting punished.” Hongjoong growls, leaning to kiss you roughly. “Have your fill, my princess. I’ll let you enjoy my cock.”

You almost collapse into his lap, thanking him wildly as your hands move to slide the boxers down and let his shaft free. There’s already precum glistening on the tip and you lean to swipe your tongue over it, proud when you hear Hongjoong moan and his length twitches under your touch. You start slowly, lowering your mouth over him through a few breaths through your nose, waiting until his shaft grazes the back of your throat before moaning. Hongjoong has one hand gripping the sheets, claws tugging at the fabric as the other moves to pull your hair from your face. 

“Look at you, knowing how to use your mouth like a good little slut.” Hongjoong both praises and degrades, fully aware of the way you squirm at the words. “You like making me writhe for you, don’t you? Like watching me while you fuck me with your mouth?” The hand in the sheets moves as the other tugs at your hair, pulling you from his length enough to brush his fingers over your lips while one of your hands wraps around him to stroke him while he holds you away from the length. “I showed you how good it feels, and now you love to do it, huh?” He watches as you nod. 

“I like seeing how good it makes you feel,” your voice is rough, but you hold his eyes, smirking at him. “I love the way you moan and hiss, the way you praise me for pleasing you right.”

“You do love to be praised, huh?” Hongjoong mocks, hips rocking up into your hand as he speaks. “You get so wet and needy when I tell you you’re doing a good job. My perfect mate, my good girl, always being so attentive to my reactions. I taught you so well, didn’t I?”

“Yes, Captain.” you reply.

“I should reward you, princess.”

You shake your head a little. “Not yet, please. Let me be a good girl and please you first.”

“You’re already being such a good girl, though, Y/N.” He teases, but when you once more shake your head, he smirks at you. “Ahhh, I know what it is you want. You want us even before I fill you with my cock, don’t you? You want me to cum all over your tits so I can clean up my mess, yeah?” When you moan with a near-frantic nod, legs squeezing together as you lick your lips, he hums thoughtfully.

“Yes,” you beg, eyes closing. “Yes, please, Hongjoong. My soul, my captain, my love.” Your hand still works over him, and you know he’s aware of the way he’s leaking precum, his eyes never leaving yours. He then nods, relaxing the hold on your hair so you can once more dive onto him, hollowing your cheeks every few bobs of your head to further spur him to his first end. You recognize the way his head tilts back, the way his legs fall open even more, how his hips roll erratically up into your mouth. Suddenly, his hand tightens and pulls you up, a string of saliva connecting your now swollen lips to his throbbing member. Your hand returns to stroking him, adjust so your chest hovers near his shaft. His free hand moves to join your own at his length, applying just a little more pressure as he watches you.

“Can’t wait to see you painted in my cum, to clean up your tits while you ride my cock.” he pants, body quaking as he gets closer. A few more pumps from your hands and his release hits him, coating your breasts in his seed as his head falls back and whacks the headboard, his eyes closed as he breathes. “Fuck, princess,” he huffs, opening his eyes to smirk down at you. “Such a good job. Couldn’t have asked for a better mate than my magic girl.”

You giggle breathlessly, moving to close his legs so you can tug at his pants, smirking up at him as he comes down from his high, watching you as he catches his breath. “I love when I get to see you like this.”

“Drained of every fluid and aching for more of you?” Hongjoong jokes, his eyes still glowing even in the light of the hotel room. 

You shake your head, letting the denim and the boxers fall to the side of the bed, scooting up to straddle him while your fingers begin unbuttoning the shirt. “Your true form, Hongjoong. The demon I fell in love with.”

“I fell in love with you first, you know.” Hongjoong sits up to help you slide the shirt off, hands then roaming over your body. “The first time you asked to see this form, I knew I was lost on you. You stole my heart when I didn’t even think I had one to steal.” he tilted his head to kiss at your shoulder and up to your neck, his claws teasing over your skin. “That’s why I can never get enough of you, my princess.”

“Is that why I have a mating scar and a ring?” you teased, sliding up to drag the pads of your fingers over his shaft, the contact easily stirring it back to life, hardening under your knowledgeable touch.

“You have both because you said yes,” Hongjoong countered with a moan as his arousal spiked again, biting at your pulse as your fingers caressed over his length. “You have them because I love you and my soul is yours. The sex is just a bonus.” You can’t help but laugh, adjusting so you can ease his semi-hard (and getting harder) length into your folds, both of you moaning as you became one. The moment he bottomed out, Hongjoong was pulling you into a deep kiss, hands on your hips as he devoured your mouth before dipping his head to swipe his tongue through the sticky mess still coating your breasts. “I could go so many rounds and not need a break. You feel and sound so good.”

“We still need sleep, my beloved demon.” you breathed, tilting your head to kiss at his neck. “We have a flight in the morning.”

“Then let’s make sure your ride lasts.” Hongjoong smirks as he looks at you, leaning to to swipe another bit of his own release from your chest. “Because I am so far from done with you.”

“All this from some lace lingerie? Maybe I should buy more.”

“You started this, my precious girl.”

You make a point to lift your hips and drop without warning, smirking as Hongjoong almost screams out a moan. “Don’t get it twisted, Hongjoong. You started this when you decided to flaunt around in a full cowboy outfit like I wasn’t going to devoid you over it.” 

He responds by picking his hat up from the bed where it had fallen, placing it on your head with a smirk. “I’ll wear it anytime you want me to, gorgeous.”

“What if I just want you in the hat, hmm?” you ask, laughing out a moan as he begins to guide you on him, the two of you falling into a rhythm as he watches you. 

“I’m your cowboy, remember?”

“Yeah? Let me save a few horses, huh?”

Hongjoong smirks, fangs showing as he tugs you against him into a kiss, which allows him to change the angle of his hips as he picks up the pace to hear you moan more. “You can ride me anytime, Y/N. Day or night.”

[thesillymask]

I love your first two fics can I request Abel & reader fic where the reader is his girlfriend and they start making out, but Abel doesn't want to go any further. The reader respects that, and they end up cuddling and falling asleep in bed.?

I'm sorry it took me so long to respond... I've been busy these last few days, plus some personal issues. But I'm finally back!

And thank you very much

Kisses and hugs

Abel x Fem!Reader Genre: Fluffy

warnings: slightly suggestive content?

Abel was lying in bed, wearing a navy blue sweatshirt and gray sweatpants, and he wasn't wearing his hat. next to him was his girlfriend, (name), they were just relaxing in bed, with Abel hugging her while she was on her phone. Abel was stroking (name)'s hair while humming softly in contentment, (name) looks up to look at Abel, smiling at how cute he looked at that moment.

— "You're adorable, you know that?"

(Name) says, making Abel look at her and chuckle lightly. He shakes his head before answering

— "yeah, You've told me this several times. But it's always good to hear"

Abel gives (name) a charming smile, making her snort and roll her eyes in amusement before kissing his cheek, earning a chuckle from him. (name) then turns off her cell phone and puts it on the headboard of the bed, she turns to Abel and holds his face, starts to fill his face with kisses. Abel is surprised by the wave of kisses before he starts to giggle, until he feels (name)'s lips against his. he melts into the kiss and kisses back, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close, making her sit on his lap.

They kiss for a while until they run out of air and both have to pull away, their breaths coming in short gasps as they both look into each other's eyes, catching their breath. Abel gives a light loving smile as he looks at his girlfriend, (name) then leans in again, capturing his lips in another kiss, her hands moving down from his cheeks and starting to explore his body.

Abel freezes, his body tensing at the current situation. He groans softly into the kiss, grabbing her shoulders and pushing her away as he turns his head to the side. (name) then stops and looks at him with confusion and a little concern.

— "What happened?... Did I do something wrong?"

(name) says, before Abel shakes his head in denial. he looked away as he sighed, a hesitant and uncertain look on his face.

— "no no! You didn't do anything wrong, it's just..."

Abel stops and then sighs, before looking at her directly in the eyes with a nervous expression.

— "I just... I'm not comfortable with the idea of... Uuuh... going too far... I love you so much, and I appreciate your love... But... I just don't want to do this... Not yet..."

(Name)'s gaze softens, a look of sympathy and understanding on her face. She reaches out and touches Abel's cheek, which he responds by leaning into her touch.

— "hey... It's okay, I understand if you're not ready yet..."

(Name)'s other hand holds Abel's hand, giving it a soft, gentle squeeze. the warm feel of his hand against hers as her gaze never wavered from his eyes

— "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable..."

She says with slight concern, the idea of making Abel uncomfortable was something she didn't want even in the other world. Abel just gives her a sweet, soft smile, holding her hand with equal gentleness.

— "It's okay! Thanks for understanding. You're amazing."

— "Nah, You're the only amazing one here, you precious bean"

(name) says and then reaches out to ruffle Abel's hair, earning a silly laugh from him.

— "hey! Stop It!"

He says in an amused tone, looking at her with a smiling expression. (name) smiles back, before yawning and rubbing her eyes, Abel notices her tiredness and then says in a soft and low tone

— "Are you sleepy?"

Abel asked, leaning back a little so he could get a better look at her. (Name) nodded slightly. Abel hums sweetly and then lies down on the bed, opening his arms to her.

— "all right, angelcakes, bedtime. we don't want to be tired tomorrow, right?"

Abel says in a mix of playful and loving tomato, while opening and closing his hands as a gesture to make her come sleep with him. (name) smiles sweetly and then crawls into his arms, laying her head on his chest. Abel gives a gentle smile as he covers the two with the blanket and reaches over to turn off the light. he then goes back to (name) and lies down with her in his arms

— "Goodnight, cinnamonbun~"

— "Good Night, Abel..."

(name) says before falling asleep, Abel caresses her hair before falling asleep soon after. Both cuddling while sleeping

[wayfayrr]

Mossss!!! I just got off of work and I haven’t been able to stop thinking of Sky being a human <333333 ! He’s just so babygirl, a scrunkly lil baby <33

Making me think of reader sticking close to Sky- honestly projecting rn, he just looks so warm and safe to be around, I’d be taking so many naps with him <3

But also making me think that Sky would probably do better in the modern world, considering it’s all humans and precious bean would never have to worry about monsters again. And Sky with cats!! Getting to hold cats!!! AND THE PUPPIES <33333

But also I’d love to hear any other headcanons you have about human Sky <3

~🍀 anon

I hope your shift went well clover!!!

Sky is simply the sckrunkliest link - he's so babygirl and lovable in everyway <333 no there's no bias in who I write for the most wym?

Sticking close to him would just be so lovely in hyrule, he's the one in the chain that understands the most about you - he's got the kindest/calmest demeanour of them all and he's tied for best cuddler with twi what else is there to really want? if you chose him out of all of the others he'd try his hardest to prove to you it was the right choice.

sky is 100% the fastest link to adapt to the modern world you're so right about that. he struggles with tech about as much as all the rest (cept wild and tears ofc) but the other things? he's not got the same issues with food because milk isn't alcoholic to him (milk powder can be found in bloody anything so the rest of the chain are struggling for a bit), he isn't as intertwined with magic so he doesn't have any withdrawal symptoms seeing as earth doesn't have any. the animals are just another cherry on the top for it!

as for other headcanons?

✦ I think I've touched on it, but sky growing up in skyloft is the reason for his poor stamina. Hylians tend to handle high altitude and lower oxygen environments a lot better than humans and hence his stamina is way lower than it should be. (he also gets very confused when he sees you struggling with the altitude until it's pointed out humans aren't built for it)

✦ The chain are very shocked when they see him bleeding for the first time! another hc I have about hylians is that they have orange blood (this is based on botw/totks shading) so when they see his red they think there's something wrong with him

✦ He can't use most potions and magic has a lot less of an affect on him, less because he grew up with it outside humans it has next to no affect, so he has to take specialised potions and has them prioritised seeing as worst case scenario anyone else can have rulie heal them. Wild is in charge of altering and making sky's supply! Luv handed over her recipes for a good lot of rupees when they made it back to skyloft again <3 wild's the most consistent at making them so sky just has to put his life in his hands.

✦ His resting body temp is also a little higher than the chains, they had to be reassured several times that he wasn't simply running a fever

✦ the both of you are immune to a fair few hylian diseases and the ones you do get have different symptoms, however the two of you can both get each other sick - so no cuddling while one or the other is by order of time :(( Rulie also gets very sad he can't heal the two of you

✦ The rest of the chain are almost jealous of how fast you and sky bonded, and it's over things that none of them share with you. The most is twi having experience with Ordonians who are human. But being able to talk to you about human issues and get close to you through things like that? yeah they're envious to say the least

[greenrow]

Kiss it better

Lance and Keith are officially a couple and everything should be great! ... So why are the thoughts in Lance's head so loud?

Notes: let it be known that this is a birthday present and an adaptation for @herodzn

This comic

Also read on ao3 here

Lying on his back, Lance looked at the ceiling. Its white color blinding him slightly. He closed his eyes. Hearing how Keith shuffled nearby. Opening his eyes just enough, Lance observed Keith’s movements. He placed his guitar against the wall. Unlike Keith’s warm toned walls, Lance’s were cool toned and bare, disregarding a few posters hung haphazardly next to his table. Shedding off his jacket, Keith threw it onto the bed, its leather fabric crinkling and looking strangely blended with Lance’s blue bed sheets. And, finally, he sat on the foot of the bed, sliding down so that he could sit on the floor. With his legs pulled comfortably to his chest, he saw how Keith started to look around his room. He couldn’t help but laugh. He had been to his room countless of times. They have hang out in this room more times than he can count.

Closing his eyes again, Lance relaxed onto the pillow under his head and onto the bean bag he had claimed after they arrived from their work project.

He tried to enjoy the quietness that surrounded them. Peaceful. Their week had been quite chaotic with all the assignments they had and with the hangout sessions they had with everyone else. Loving. He couldn’t really add anything else to it. Being with Keith was just lovely. Like a pleasant dream he didn’t want to wake up from. His mind started to wonder. If being with Keith felt like this, then wouldn’t that mean that their perceived feeling were also a fantasy? Wouldn’t Keith grow bored of being in this dream with him? Wouldn’t he get annoyed at him?

Before he could stop himself, Lance called out to Keith.

“Hey, Keith?”

He hesitated for a second. Taking a shallow breath.

In and out.

“You like me right?”

Even without looking, he could picture Keith’s expression. Bewildered. Confused. Maybe even hurt.

“What-”, Keith tried to question. What a weird question to ask.

Lance interrupted him, almost stumbling over himself.

“Like…”

Deep breaths. Lance repeated in his mind.

He opened his eyes. Deep breaths.

In and out.

“Do you have feelings for me?”

In and out.

Keith stared at him, his expression completely blank. Well, maybe not completely blank. He could see how his eyebrows raised. Confused. Where had this come from? In a very matter of fact tone, he called out his name.

“Lance…”

Lance wanted to die. How could his name sound so precious coming from Keith’s mouth?

“We’re dating.”

No hesitation. They were in fact dating.

“Of course, I do?”

A question.

Lance closed his eyes. Keith’s eyes on him felt almost painful. He couldn’t look back. Not now.

“Right, right… I guess I-”

Deep breaths.

In and out.

Curling into himself, Lance puts some distance between them.

“I… get scared you might reevaluate those feelings…”

His voice became quiet, almost trembling. He hated how he sounded. Why did he have to bring this up now? He opened his eyes catching a glimpse of Keith’s face. He looked concerned. Sad. Lance averted his eyes.

In and out.

“Why would I?” Keith leaned forward, breaching the security distance he had put between them. Flinching when he felt Keith put a gentle hand on his knee. A loving encouragement to bring the truth out of him. With only a few movements, he was able to pull the words that formed a knot in his throat. Still looking away, Lance swallowed dryly.

“Y’know I can be a lot sometimes…”

Deep breaths.

In and out.

He took a sneak glance at Keith. He had furrowed eyebrows, clearly taken aback. Lance didn’t like that look on his face, much less being the reason behind it. He looked away once again.

“You’re not a lot, Lance.”

Keith did not hesitate. He sounded so sure, like this was the most obvious truth to ever exist. And, maybe, just maybe, it really was. Lance could hear the soft smile on his voice.

At times like these, Lance remembered how Keith used to be. Such a hotheaded guy. One that didn’t spare a single glance or thought to those around him, especially if Shiro was there. He remembered how they used to clash. Always fighting, bickering. God, he used to find Keith so insufferable back then. If it hadn’t been for Pidge, Hank and Shiro’s persistence, and for professor Coran’s insistence in them working together every single time there were group projects (which were most of the time, mind you), Lance didn’t believe they would become such good friends. The perfect partners in crime. Let alone dating.

Keith shifted, now closer. With his personal space starting to be intruded, Lance’s breath hitched, surprised. Still refusing to look at his boyfriend, he kept himself closed off, arms hugging his torso. He was trying to hide. If he was as still as possible, as small as possible, Keith might back off. *Might leave*. Oh. He didn’t want that. Never *that*.

Deep breaths, Lance. Deep breaths.

In and out.

In and out.

In and—

He felt a gentle touch on his cheek. Lance had to fight, really hard, to not just melt into the touch. Keith always did this. Touch him so softly. So preciously. He wanted to cry. Tenderly, Keith turned his face towards him. Eyes drinking every feature on his face, Keith smiled.

Was Keith always this pretty? His faced felt warmer. Yes. Yes, he was.

“I love you for you.”

Keith whispered. Like it was a secret, the most cherished one.

Lance definitely wanted to cry now.

“I uh…Pssh—” Lance looked all around his room. His bed as a good place, for now. “You- I uh…” He retreated more into himself. Shyly turning his head in a different direction making sure to still be within Keith’s warmed hand. “I mean, really?”

A beat passed. Then another. Why wasn’t he saying anything? Lance looked back at Keith.

Oh, so that’s why.

Keith was just staring at him. Lovingly so, he’d like to add. Lance stared back. He allowed himself to finally melt into Keith’s hand. He leaned forward when he felt how Keith pulled him in. Still giving him a chance to back away if he so wished. He didn’t.

They kissed. They talked in a way words could never. Words they never found. And so, they kissed.

And for now, all of Lance’s insecurities felt insignificant. Fell quiet.

It was just him and Keith.

And because of that, he was ok.

He breathed him in.

In and out.

He was happy. Safe. Loved.

[1intrusivethoughts1]

Accidental Confession

Yamaguchi Tadashi x gn!reader

warnings: idk, fluff, takes place in HS, reader confesses through a note, wholesome, kinda short? 1k words

Holding the precious note close to your chest, you walked through the outside corridors of Karasuno high school in search of the volleyball gym. As you walked closer to a certain building, you could hear balls slamming onto the floor. That was a good sign. Your main goal was to slip the note into Yamaguchi’s locker without him, and preferably nobody else noticing. 

You peered into the gym to confirm whether it was the right place or not. Luckily it was, which lead you to the next door over. The locker room. You had an idea of where his locker was, though his backpack leaning against it conforming your ideas. Glancing around the room, you hurriedly slid the note through the crack before practically running out. 

The next day was absolute torture. Sitting in class, believing every glance Yamaguchi gave you was filled with judgement and hatred. Yes, it is possible for you to be overreacting, but he hasn’t said anything yet. Maybe he didn’t read the note? Or worse, he doesn’t like you back and will never talk to you again. 

As class ended, you hurriedly gathered your materials and shoved them inside your bag. You bolted out the room, but was stopped after you saw Tsukishima, Yamaguchi’s friend, glaring down at you. He waved you over and you hesitantly walked over. 

Your mind raced with thoughts, what happened? Why does he want to talk to you all of a sudden? Did Yamaguchi tell Tsuki about the note?

“Oi…” Tsukishima brought you out of your thoughts. 

“What is it, Tsukishima?” You questioned, your fingers nervously toying with your school uniform. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair before he looked down at you. He reached inside his pocket and pulled out your note. 

You looked mortified. Was Yamaguchi so disgusted by it that he handed it to Tsukishima?! You were close to death at this point.

“Look, I appreciate the time it took you to make this…but I don’t feel the same.” Tsuki explained. 

“Huh?” You blurted out. What does he mean? 

“That note wasn’t for you. It was for Yamaguchi.” You said simply, though embarrassment slowly made its way to your cheeks. You had put it in the wrong locker. You should’ve thought of a better way to give it to him.

Tsukishima looked confused, he furrowed his eyebrows but soon smirked.

“Well, you put it in the wrong locker.” He sneered. Duh, of course you did. He didn’t have to point it out. You pouted and crossed your arms.  Was he really teasing you at a time like this?

“Im sorry, okay? Can you at least tell me where his locker is?” You frowned, reaching your hand out for the note. He dropped it in your hand, looking up at the ceiling. He placed his hand on his chin, as if he was in thought.

“Fine.” He sighed, as if he was accepting a tiresome task. You rolled your eyes, he’s so dramatic.

“Just follow me.” Tsukishima then turned around and walked in long strides. You followed him till you entered the locker room next to the gym. 

“It’s this one, don’t mess up this time.” He pointed to the locker with that stupid grin on his face.

“Okay, I get it…” You grumbled. He walked away, most likely to the gym for volleyball practice. You sighed out loud and walked up to Yamaguchi’s locker. You hoped it was.

“I swear if he’s lying…” You mumbled under your breath, slipping the note into the locker.

“[Name]? What are you doing…?” A voice startled you and you jumped back from the locker. It was Yamaguchi.

“Oh-! Uhm…nothing!” You laughed nervously, your eyes widening. What if he saw?

“Okay.” He hummed. A small smile adorned his lips before his eyes lightened up a bit.

“Oh! That’s right, Tsuki told me that you had something to give me!” He smiled. Most likely he had forgotten momentarily once he saw you slipping something in his locker.

“Oh, he did?” You laughed, though there was malice behind it. That stupid bean pole…!

“Actually…” You mumbled, your eyes shifting between him and the locker. He tilted his head before he stepped closer.

“Oh? You put it in my locker? It’s okay! I’ll get it.” He grinned, his fingers twisting at the lock. Your mouth opened slightly, oh no. He wasn’t supposed to read it with you in the room! This is so embarrassing.

He hummed as he grabbed it, tilting his head as he opened it. It had…hearts? He read the note, his lips parting and eyebrows raising. His cheeks flushed with color as he finished the love note. 

You were beyond embarrassed, eyes looking everywhere except him.

“You really feel this way?” He asked, though the question was stupid, you nodded. He stepped a bit closer, giving you enough courage to look at him. He was smiling slightly, his cheeks flushed with pink.

“I do too. I really like you.” He said softly, a hint of nervousness seeping out. You smiled at his response. It lifted a huge weight off your shoulders.

“I’m glad.” You grinned, it was the only thing you could think of to say.

“So…do you want to maybe…go out this Saturday?” He moved his hand to nervously scratch his neck. 

“I’d love that.” You nodded. Well, this worked out perfectly. You were still going to murder Tsuki later, though.

“Great! I mean, that’s nice. I-I’ll see you then…” He trailed off, glancing at the door.

You shook your head with a smile before giving him a gentle kiss on the cheek.

“See you there, Tadashi.” You said softly before exiting the room. You tried to act nonchalant, but your cheeks burned red. Why did you do that? Oh well, it’s over now.

Meanwhile, Yamaguchi almost had a heart attack. Standing there for a few moments before a huge, dopey smile spread across his face. He was definitely teased by Tsukishima at practice.

[unabashednightmarepizza]

𝐸𝑦𝑒 𝑂𝑓 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑆𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑚

Part 1

Aether, after witnessing the most bizarre things in the whole world when no one else did and was often watched with slacked jaws at how he could still be alive, couldn't help but look at himself and then the taller, blue haired man before him with a blank stare.

Did he look like a stupid boy?

"You don't expect me to believe in this, right? Even Y/N says more logical things-"

"Paimon wants to disagree! Wanting to adopt slimes and petting hilichurls even though they don't attack Y/N but only us is no good thing!"

Yeah... That happened, BUT! In your defence, those slimes were cutely nudging your leg with a smile and one of them even offered a pretty-shaped, shiny rock to you as a gift! ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

( And most of the "New recipes" you learnt were from the Hilichurls, who suprisingly made amazing food and didn't attack you but... patted your hair? Even braided it even if it was a tiny one??Sat with you and ate whatever you cooked?? You though they were not that smart, according to what Aether told you but now, you strongly disagreed! They were great companions! Aether didn't know that you already befriended most of them and learnt their recipes, and you intended it to be this way hehe ｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡ God knew what their reactions would be and that was enough to make you want to spill the beans while smiling cheekily)

"Hmm? What's that cheerful face you are making, you think I'm making this up?"

Kaeya: ಠ⁠ω⁠ಠ, Aether: ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ

Duh, so much so as being discreet Aether ರ⁠_⁠ರ

Kaeya, as the man who often hides his true feelings and thoughts behind a flirty and careless attitude, whined and pointed to his eye-patch with a pout

"Look at my eye-patch! It's a heirloom from my grandfather, It's a solid proof that we are blood related! Let's ask your friend what they think!"

Home boy was so sure you would side with hım just to annoy your companions LoL 😝

"Okay... Hey Y/N, is having an eye-patch a hereditary things?!"

*cue you looking around like a dog trying to determine where you were being called suddenly while cradling the PRETTIEST jewelry you had ever seen, zero-ing on to your friends up near the headquarters of the Knights*

"Nah, whoever says that bullshit is one hell of a Himbo and stupid!"

(did you... just call my precious main "a stupid Himbo"?? ಠ⁠ಗ⁠ಠ)

The Second Trait Aether Loved The Most About You: Brutal Honesty

It hurt whenever you said exactly what's in your mind okay?? ಥ⁠_⁠ಥ

That's why you toned it down, especially for Aether and Paimon, even if sarcasm was your love language... NO LONGER SAD AETHER AND PAIMON!

Now though, as they stared at Kaeya who was trying to hide his embrassment... It was only a source of joy for them

"My, my I didn't know that friend of yours had such a... brutal honesty." *Crying internally and trying to piece his shattered ego back together all the while pretending like it didn't hurt*

As much as Paimon was delighted to see the embrassment on Kaeya's face, since for once she wasn't the one on the receiving end of your honest remarks, she... wondered something none of the males did as she stared at your form down near the entrance of the city where you were waving excitedly at her with earrings on your other hand, purchasing them and speedwalking to where they were and slightly panting from the amount of running you had been doing.

Paimon turned to look at Aether from her shoulders with a confused face, pointing with her tiny finger to your form as the boy still didn't look at her

"Uh... Aether, how was Y/N able to hear us down there?", "Down there? What do you mean they were just... here..."

Aether was once again shocked to his core as he leaned over the balcony and stared at your form which was ... way too far away from where they were. Seriously, how did you hear him? You said you didn't have any powers!

And what gained your attention again?

"Hi! You know what, this place is amazing! I hadn't felt that alive in a long time! So... Where is the person who thinks eye-patch is heredi-" you exclaimed happily as you stepped up on the opening where the three were, playing with the shiny stones you got and the necklace you for for yourself while not holding back from insulting whoever that person was. Even those adults in your world was much smarter than that! But as often as it happened to you, you failed to take a look at the person who said that and see him and make the biggest mistake of your life...

By not realizing the hottest person you had ever seen in your entire life.

Was he really that handsome in the game too? The graphics surely didn't do enough justice to the gorgeous sight before you.

He was taller than you imagined, with those cool and perhaps exquisite clothing alongside the clinking sound his vision made against his leg. But perhaps,the tanned skin and with navy blue hair with lighter streaks waswhat made him even more cute in your eyes. Yes he was hot, obviously, but as he was looking at you with that teasing yet welcoming eyes of his... He looked so damn cute!

How could he both be masculine and feminine?! Why the hell did I fall for him as soon as I entered the city? No wonder he is "the top candidate for grandson-in-law"... *dreamy looks at him while planning 20 years from now on*

Kaeya, unknowingly but also having a gutfeeling about your flustered state at his body, bowed down slightly as he took a hold of your hand and kissed the back of it with that charming, side smile of his and let his lips linger there for a moment to watch your blush deepen slowly.

"It would be me, my lady/lord, I hope I didn't disappoint you with being... a stupid Himbo, I believe?" *Catsmiling at you with that flirtitous voice and rubs your knuckles*

*blushing while looking at the said person who cocked a surprised eyebrow at you who was blushing and looking at him- and the chest window obviously-with an open mouth, clearly down bad for him*

"Here we go again..." Aether, who definetly wasn't jealous of the sight before him and blushing at how intimate it somehow looked, facepalmed at yet once again... your attention being taken by a hot person. He only hoped that wouldn't occur again because he really didn't know what to do to get you away from them since you cried softly at being "seperated" from your true love or whatever.

*spoiler alert: it would only get worse as each day went by hehe*

"I'm surprised you didn't know such common knowledge, darling... Name is Kaeya Alberich, the Cavalry Captain. At your service."

"More like we are at your service!", "Stop flirting with my friend, Captain." A jealous Aether and Paimon exclaiming angrily with a hmph and you turned to look at the taller one with a quirked eye brow.

And absolutely confused at what was going on.

Can a person not have some fantasy world where they can live with the Prince charming for a little while? Why were they acting-

"Aww, are you jealous? Don't worry, you two will always be my favourite person!"

Aether: *smug smirks while being hugged to your chest* Paimon:* holds onto your sleeve as you pat her softly, also smug smirks* Kaeya: *defeated yet makes a new plan to gain your attention back*

Aaand that was how your first meeting went by. You having a raging attraction on Kaeya, him both flirting with you and trying his best to stay strong at your honest comments, Aether tugging on your sleeve to get you away from him (jealousy who?) and Paimon... Begging for food.

Except, all you three got was a mission... even if you also agreed with Paimon with needing food.

"You know what? We can use an ice blade to kill them and later put them out in the wild! That way, the sun would melt the ice and the murder weapon would be poof!" ☺️😁

Paimon: EEEEHHH?! (⁠‘⁠◉⁠⌓⁠◉⁠’⁠) 😳😨😧

Aether: (⁠´⁠⊙⁠ω⁠⊙⁠`⁠) "Please don't handcuff me, I don't know them." and Kaeya: (⁠✷⁠‿⁠✷⁠) "I found my friend!"

Aether was so sure that he could end up in some kind of jail, just by listening to you say this shit but... well, you were his bestie, he had to roll with it.

"Don't you feel... I don't know, even slightly disturbed at the way your mind works sometimes?", " Half of my intrusive thoughts are 'Stab yourself with that knife.' while the other half is 'Stab that person with the knife.' What do you think?" ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ

Kaeya, ASF: Note to future self, don't anger the one with Aether *writes down, mentally scared and sweating*

"Sooo... what's in that treasure? Gold?" *Huge gasp* "Maybe even better, jewelries!" You side-eyed Paimon harshly while rolling your eyes. Sometimes, she really forgot that none of you were much of jewelry people and that she shouldn't get too excited over a "suspicious mission".

"The only jewelry you wear is a hairclip."

"Paimon thinks you are being a meanie- Oh, what's that pretty flower in your pocket Y/N?" Aether slapped his forehead for what seemed like the hundreth time at Paimon, who much like you was easy to loose her track, but still raised a brow at you, just like Kaeya who also eyed the slightly peeking flower in your pocket.

And the sight made him almost choke on air, as his eyes slowly drifted up and he finally looked into your eyes.

Star-shaped ones, much like his, staring right at him with wonder... Face flush with embarrasment and running, all alive and lively, without a worry or a simple knowledge about the significance of your eyes and... the five petaled flower, four white and one blue, you held between your lithe fingers with a soft smile.

And with one look at your glimmering eyes, came another set of headaches to him and you. One that he wasn't able to conceal and groaned in pain, but you did behind a kind smile.

"I'm not so sure... A girl came up to me, just before I came here, and told me that a man in a dark armor, blonde hair and a mask wanted her to give this to me." You shrugged your shoulders noncholantly as your eyes stayed fixed on the pretty flower. Even while playing, and watching some edits about the game, you have never seen such flower except on Lumine's hair. The flower almost seemed like a stone, so dull and colorless though there was some sparkles when you touched its petals. Maybe it was because the flower was away from its homeland, as cliche and naive as it was...You didn't know where it came from or what was the meaning of it, but for some reasons...

The flower made you feel nostalgic and left you longing for... something.

What was it? Why couldn't you exactly say it? Why were you not bothered or slightly scared that someone gave you flowers in a world unkown to you? Why would someone fancy you at the same day you came to Mondstadt? Who was that man?

"I wish I saw them... It's so unrealistic that someone would-"

"It looks like the one on my sister's hair..." your attention was immediately on Aether and how sad he looked. Your heart broke for him, while scolding yourself for straying from your real mission on hand which was getting somehow a clue about his sister, and as the caring and motherly person you were...

You hugged him thightly to yourself. He was a "cutie patotie" in your eyes, not that these people would understand your affectionate terms. And for now, this mysterious person could wait: You had more important matters, such as coddling the boy between your arms!

"Well, maybe, we will see that man again and he might know something about her! Maybe this is a good omen!"

I highly doubt it, considering where it comes from, Kaeya bitterly thought to himself with his fingers playing with his chin thoughtfully. He couldn't help but wonder if you were a spy sent here but quickly dismissed the idea since you weren't even aware of the Seven Nations yet alone Mondstadt or the visions. You seemed like someone who didn't have any powers, except knowing when Aether was in danger as Paimon said, super-hearing and being a skilled swordfighter.

And where you came from seemed like a mystery to you as well. He knows Aether said you two were from another world, but in a way... So was Khaenri'ah, and he had to know it...

Know if you were... another survivor that might have just forgotten who they are as a result of erosion.

As Kaeya was deep in his thoughts, Aether hummed thoughtfully as he hugged you back, though you three were in public, even if there was a cute pink tinting over his cheek. He really didn't want to "ruin" your mood with how crestfallen he had become at the sight of that flower but he just... couldn't help it. With the way he parted ways with his sister, no the way he was forced to, always left a bitter taste on his tongue. He felt like he had failed her, they had never parted before and they never had to go for such a long time with no communication...

He missed her so much... But still, he didn't feel the longing and missing feeling so much with your and Paimon's presence: By the way you always hung out with them, took care of them by trying hard to learn how to cook, watch out for both of them as they slept (even if he made you think they were safe and sound sleep and not awake making sure you were safe too), how you always praised him for his hardwork, patted his head and even helped train with him...

And the best part was perhaps letting you comb through his hair and re-braid them. He didn't let you, for the longest time. Since you two just met, and he didn't know anything about you when he asked and you only said you didn't "remember" much, he didn't want to show a vulnerability to you. Whether you would stab him from the back, tug him back harshly from his hair and kill him... He wasn't sure of what to think about you, considering the life on the wild was already dangerous, but when he saw you begging him to go over a "baby hydro slime" to pat "him", cooing at it from a distance as he held you back with tears in your eyes as a result of "cuteness overload" as you ran at him as soon as he let go of you and watched with a soft smile...

He really liked you a lot... As a friend and companion of course!

Seeing his face contorted in a frown, you pouted and pondered for a few seconds for a way to change the subject and a bulb lighted above your head, visibly brightening your face.

"So... what's the 'super secret' mission you had for us again? I hope it's something risky!" you turned with your whole body to Kaeya with your arms still holding onto Aether thightly, as the man in question raised a brow at how... content you three looked.

A weird trio indeed...

"Why, if I may ask?" he, just as chivalrously as expected of him, asked. He smirked under his breath at how you flushed, even though this headache of his was starting to get him irritated but still... couldn't help but soften when you look down at the blonde in your grasp with obvious tenderness and familial care and then-

"So that I can come close to-hmph!" *harsh slap by none other than a blushing Aether and a bonk by Paimon, who were done with your dying tendencies*

"Nothing... Just explain it, Kaeya."

*Kaeya, shocked... But still gives a long and detailed explanation of the mission and what you three were supposed to look for and overly exaggerating the story while you three are like this*

"The sky used to roar with the thunders as my grandfather would grasp the handle of the sword, the waves get stronger and the sky was covered with the black clouds and strong storms! My grandfather, with the power of the sword, once killed a silver-haired fairy, an abyss dragon-"

"This seems like a huge lie." You, deadass serious: Ehe , ehe

"We can't let the sword to get on wrong hands! We need to get to it first!

"Are you for real? Really Paimon? You believed in his words." As Kaeya watched you bicker with the "floating baby" with a pout while she yelled at you, he hummed to himself and silently made plans for what to do with you and his mission as you three slowly walked away from him.

He had to watch out for you... especially since you seemed like you didn't know about your roots and what potential danger you were in.

At all.

"Perhaps, I should scout the area more... Can't have our guests in danger, now can we?" he said to no one and went to his own office, where he could find some silence, plan his next move on the "secret mission" he gave you and hope to spend some more time with you and Aether, hoping that him and you two...

Ahh, never mind... He was used to loneliness anyways.

But well... Would you look at that! Things, just as usual, didn't go according to plan, as usual, and now you three were tied up together- Wait, Paimon could fly? Why was she here? (ಠಿ⁠_⁠ಠ)

"I thought you could fly away Paimon!", "Paimon got panicked, okay?!", "Of all times... Now?!" (⁠θ⁠‿⁠θ⁠)

For Aether, the worst part wasn't being tied down with you two... It was the constant corny jokes you made, and the most-irritating-yet-funny-statements-that-he-definetly-didn't-find-funny you did.

"You know what, mister treasure hoarder? This is the most I've seen a guy putting in efforts to get me... Are you sure there isn't a sparkle between us?"🫦☺️

"Singing in the shower is fun.... Until you get soap inside your mouth, now it's soap opera!"/ "What did the ocean say to the beach?.. Nothing, it just waved!" ｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡

Yeah, you get it. The pain of Paimon and Aether is real. ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ

Spoilers Alert: Your very much so bestfriend was already waiting in the Dendro Archon's land, who went by a certain name such as General Mahamatra and his ears ringed "without a reason" 😋

Boy was having the hardest time of his more than 3000 life ever by having to conceal his giggles and not irritate people even more. ಠ⁠﹏⁠ಠ

"Look Bro, I'd have reallyy wanted to act like a cute and girly girl who guys like you loves to prey on but It's against my codes, my morals! I just can't be one, just like you can't be smart enough to tell that I'm already outta the shackles~" you shook on tandem with the shackles between your hands and giggled before sprinting up towards them with Aether's sword that laid idly on the ground, fast on your steps.

*evil giggles, and proceeds to knock out them all in two simple blows and sitting down to munch on the snack you brought* "We should make more of this one! It's yummy!" 🤤😋☺️

Aether, to his future self: Don't tempt Y/N's wild tendencies or anger ✍🏻

He was impressed tho, he never would have thought that you were a strong person, that much at least. He never ever thought of seeing you jumping up and down between enemy like it was a game for you, swinging a bat you found on the corner after letting go of his sword... How did you even find it? How the hell did you get out of those shackles?? Yet alone beat those buff men twice, maybe thrice your size??

"It's a trick I learnt in my world! You see, these little shits are not that hard to-"

"Oh, I see that our newest Honorary Knights are feisty~" *Kaeya fucking Alberich who entered dramatically clapping his hands as a look of confusion yet teasing in his eye, smirking*

The ungodly shriek you and Paimon let out at the sight of him ☠️😅

"Hmm... Remember what I said back when you two beat the StormsTerror?" he asked as he tidied around for the last time, sending the hoarders and thieves into jail with other knights. Aether looked at him for a few seconds, then his face lightened up visibly at remembering it as he picked his sword up from the ground.

"That whether we are a new ally or a new storm?" Kaeya nodded and for a second, turned to look at your form that was now petting a cyro slime cutely, cooing at it as the slime gurgled and made cute sounds to you. He chuckled under his breath at how cute and oblivious you were, and how different you were than the rest who would usually go for killing it rather than adopting them, and how people gravitated towards you naturally... Even though you had the potential to become so much more...

He wondered what your story with him, and with Teyvat, entailed...

Of what you would become.

"I think you are a new ally... Welcome, to Mondstadt." He said looking directly at your face when you turned to look at him with a shocked yet happy smile, knowing full well that he wouldn't leave you alone and you would indulge with any kind of shenanigans with him... By flirting back! ヾ⁠(⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠*⁠)⁠ﾉ

You had to take your revenge on him for making you feel like that😤

For now though... You had to have a good rest, preferably on a bed, so that this annoying headache ever since you got that flower would go away. Besides, as much as sleeping on the wild, cuddled together with the other two was cute and wholesome -except the times you watched over the two with a keen eye, draping your cape over their figures to warm them more- you desperately needed a good sleep like you used to have in your world.

"FINALLY! I'm so tired and I want to eat something! I'm literally craving and this close to cook Paimon-"

"Paimon is not an emergency food!" All of you chuckled at her answer as Kaeya helped you up and promised to treat you with Mondstadt's national foods as a special thank you which made your heart literally skip a beat at the flirty voice... Someone had to stop this man.

How did he always find a way to flirt?? Does he not run out of ideas?? Ahh, he knows the effect he has... Dangerous indeed, you sighed but nodded anyways. A little bit of fun wouldn't hurt anyone, right?

*cue the "Careless Whisper" entering your mind as he helped you and you both looked at each other for a few seconds and Aether butting in and pushing Kaeya out of the way to lead you himself, while the man was left dumbfounded but even more determined*

"So, how about we go and eat together Y/N? What did you say you were craving again?"

You were definetly going to be the Storm that caused havoc and turned Teyvat upside down.

For now though... You had to meet with some new people, after arriving to the city of course.

Oh boi, you weren't ready to meet all those hot people that would come across you lol

[lokisprettygirl]

Under his influence (Post Avengers! Loki x female reader)

Read chapter 30 here/ Series Masterlist

Chapter 31

Summary : You and Loki try to balance your work, love lives and the stubborn jealousy that you feel regarding the female attention he's getting. But you're not the only one who's jealous in this relationship.

Warning: 18+, there's sex, Long chapter, almost 6k words, HUGE Canon divergence (Just me making shit up), A dose of angst, mention of stalking, Reader has deeply rooted insecurities, but she's also Pms'ing, mention of psychological torture, mention of physical and sexual assault, mention of menstruation, ptsd, self deprecating behaviour, panic attack, soft precious bean loki, polite bean Loki, Dalia, Loki showing signs of being a little subby baby

You were watching Loki get prepped for the press conference that was scheduled for few minutes later, they had straightened his hair, put makeup on him as if he needed it and he was dressed in an posh looking branded suit you didn't care to learn the name of, though you should have, your job was to take care of him in every way. Personally and professionally.

Sexually even, you shouldn't have been thinking about him bending you over the dresser and taking you but he had been such a tease all day long, everytime you two were alone he pulled you in his arms and kissed you so tenderly as he held your cheeks that moments after the kiss was over and other people had rushed into the room you found yourself dazed and confused.

It's been more than two weeks since you had gotten here, and a week since you started to work for him as his assistant. To say that your mother was livid would be a huge understatement, she was angry when you told her that you had a job offer in NYC but she went ballistic when you told her that Loki from Asgard, the guy who terrorized earth was going to be your boss, in her mind he was a criminal and she didn't understand how did you even approach them for the job.

She sent you plenty of videos as a warning of women who had fallen in love with criminals and ruined their lives. He wasn't no killer or a murderer though, he was a man overdriven by betrayal and lies at first and then he was tortured for so long, contrary to what your mother believed he was no psychopath, he felt guilt and remorse, he felt empathy for those who had gotten hurt because of his misdeeds, and he was utterly crazily, obsessively in love with you.

He was also having terrifying dreams of Thanos and he feared that they were not just dreams but a warning for him, he had tried to make these Avengers take him seriously but Tony was the only one who really believed in him, he had seen the impending darkness and the horror when he reached the other side of the portal.

"This is obstructive, loosen it up please" he mumbled as he pulled on his tie but his stylist swatted his hand away and asked him to not mess with it. A woman around your age was doing his makeup and she seemed to touch his face more than she needed to, you didn't blame her, you would have done the same thing but these things often sent you in a bit of a frenzy, you always felt afraid of some other woman catching his eyes.

"Did you memorize your speech?" Dalia asked as soon as she barged in the room,

"What speech?" He joked and she gave him a deathly glare, if she thought Tony was hard to manage, Loki was her living nightmare.

"Okay in ten minutes, we will go out so everyone leave the room and let him relax…chop chop guys" she clapped her hands so everyone stopped doing whatever they were doing and hurried out of the room, you got up from your chair as well but then you heard your name

"Y/n?" He called out your name and Dalia turned around as well to look at you,

"Yes sir" you turned to him but his eyes were on Dalia.

"You can leave, I just need to run my speech one more time and require a fresh set of ears" he said to Dalia and she nodded before she walked out and closed the door behind her.

As soon as she was gone he grabbed your arm and pulled you closer to him, you had a pretty formal red dress on and as much as he despised the color he couldn't deny that you looked amazing in everything you wore.

"Don't think I'll get used to you addressing me like that" you chuckled as he mumbled softly before his lips latched onto your neck, you closed your eyes and moaned slightly as he moved up and pressed a kiss on your earlobe

"Are you nervous sir?" You enunciated the term more sensually and he groaned in response but you could tell he was a bit nervous about the conference.

"I despise it that i have to do this all over again"

"I know baby" you spoke softly as you loosened his tie, unbuttoned the top button and then fixed the tie back on its place, he didn't need the death grip on his neck.

"Well atleast i have my princess here this time" you smiled as he said that, your arms flung around his shoulders and you pecked on his lips softly.

"You'll do great baby..i believe in you"

"Mmmm thank you..I'd need some assistance after the event" he mumbled in your ears while his hands lowered down from your back to your hips, he gave your cheeks a good squeeze and you couldn't help but moan in response, you were just praying that nobody else will barge in.

"Mmm careful I don't want to wrinkle your clothes"

"You say that as if it's something that can not be fixed by a bit of magic"

"You're so naughty..maybe i should put you in your place after this"

"Norns darling – you have no idea what it does to me" he placed your hand over the bulge on his pants so you gave him a slight stroke. In the last few days you two have been exploring a lot, especially since he showed you his jotun side he had been overly clingy which didn't bother you in the slightest, he didn't transform into his natural form since that night but he had come close often, you knew he was trying hard to allow his other side, his natural side to come out whenever he was around you but it wasn't easy for him at all and you wanted to be patient with him.

You cupped his cheeks and kissed him as lovingly as you could before you pulled away from him.

"Okayyy that is it, you have to go out there in a minute…do your magicky thing" you said to him as you fixed his tie one more time and then his erection was gone.

Once you both entered the auditorium you bumped into Thor so he gave you a smile.

"Soooo how did it go?" You asked him and the blush on his face was enough to give you the answer you anticipated but you still enjoyed teasing him.

"Thank you lady y/n for the motivation and for assuring me that I would be forgiven, she will visit in a week, I'd love for you two to meet" you smiled as he said that. You missed Jane and you were excited to meet her as well.

Everything was going according to the plan, but when it was turn for his speech Loki ripped the paper containing the speech he had in front of him and then he proceeded to speak from his heart, he didn't shy away as he talked about the the harm he had caused to the people of Midgard but he incessantly vowed to redeem himself and begged for their apology. He was doing everything he could to fix it and you just wanted people to give him a chance like they did last time even though he had no fake partner to parade around with this time.

"Did you fucking know about this?" Dalia asked you so you immediately denied, you absolutely despised her being your employer and would have quit if it wasn't for Loki, but you had no other choice. Even though she was pulling her hair out with nervousness his heartfelt speech was received positively and according to a poll conducted by CNN forty percent of population was already compelled to believe him.

"You could have gone with the original speech" Dalia said to him as you, Loki and her walked back to the dressing room.

"The original speech was pretentious and diplomatic, I don't intend to lie or make fool of those people again "

"Again?" She questioned him but he didn't answer, she sent you off with his stylist to arrange for the party that was scheduled to happen a few days later and as soon as you were out of sight she turned to him.

"Is she working well or can we hire someone more productive.. maybe someone who knows what they are doing" she said to him, clearly annoyed and the tone of her voice made him upset but he couldn't have said much.

"She's doing her best, she listens to me and she knows what I need, and she doesn't start salivating as soon as I'm in her surrounding unlike those other ladies you would have chosen for me"

He said to her sternly and she groaned before she left.

He wasn't able to see you all day long though he had planned to do so, it was getting more and more difficult to spend time with you but he managed somehow, he made sure he got you for himself atleast for a few hours a day, everyday.

A few days later Dalia had organised a party, a social meet and greet for him, several journalists and social media personalities were to come at this party and he was already exhausted. When he reached the lounge his eyes scanned for you and he found you talking to Bucky. You had a silver cocktail dress on and he was always intimidated by the attention this James was giving you, he has been alive for thousands of years and he always had an inkling when a man such as him had eyes for a women like you.

As you looked at him you said something to Bucky before you walked towards him.

"Hello handsome you look good" he looked deadly, the black blazer and white tee combo was killer, he smiled as he looked at you up and down, the dress was sinful and he had to get you alone sooner or later.

"You look beautiful princess"

"Shhhhh" you gave him the eyes as he called you by the pet name.

"Is there anything you need sir?" You asked him so he nodded.

"Dance with me" he grabbed your hand and your eyes widened but before you could say anything he dragged you in the middle of the floor and you both began to slow dance. You did like the song, always made you smile

I knew when we collided

You're the one I had decided who's one of my kind

"Everyone is staring at us lo" you said as you looked around.

"Let them stare, we are just dancing" There weren't any strangers at the party just yet so he wasn't that worried.

"Ahhh that…that reminds me of us.. remember?" Pepper said to Tony as she looked at you both so he smiled, grabbed her hand and took her to the dance floor, soon Bruce and Natasha joined as well, you often wondered if something was going on between them.

As the people started to fill the lounge Loki got busier with taking pictures with strangers he didn't even know, according to Dalia the more social media presence he would have the less threatening he would seem.

You got a drink and found a couch in the farthest corner of the lounge. Never ever in your wildest dreams you thought that your life would change so drastically, well okay maybe you did think of such wild scenarios in your wildest dreams but truth was you were not made for this type of lifestyle, it was just just too much interaction with too many people you didn't know.

As anxiety began to build up you put your drink down and walked towards the balcony to get some fresh air, you haven't been out of this tower since you got here, Dalia needed you to start right away and you didn't even have the chance to go back to your apartment to get your stuff, as much as you enjoyed being here with the love of your life you did miss the quiet and peace you felt in the privacy of your apartment at the end of the day. This was a perfect lesson for you to learn that grass was always greener on the other side.

"Hey there" you smiled as you spotted Bucky leaning against the railing, he was a bit unstable at times, he had do intensive therapy and even attacked his therapist a few days ago so he was on constant watch.

"Shouldn't you be inside assisting the manchild in there?" you frowned as he said that.

"He's not a manchild, in fact he's doing so well considering he never had to lift a finger of his own to get something in his life" he chuckled as you defended him.

"How are you doing here? I find this place more insufferable than a freaking prison" he said as he sipped on his drink.

"Well it can be daunting at times but we should count on our blessings don't you think?" He smiled at the comment.

"You are naive aren't you?"

You were anything but naive, he had no idea what you and Loki had suffered through to be with each other.

Loki had found you talking to Bucky again and he hated it, for some reason he didn't trust the guy, there's nothing James had done to him to warrant that sort of mistrust but he just felt innately jealous of him because he knew he had his eyes on you.

He called you on the phone, he had one now thankfully and he saw that you picked it up instantly.

"Yes sir, you need me?" You asked him in a formal voice you had adapted for this job so he smiled.

"I need you all the time princess, turn around" you turned around and gave him a smile as you spotted him.

"I'll be right there" you made your way inside again but before you could reach him he was taken away by two women who wanted to click pictures with him, he looked like a headless chicken between them, one of them had her arm around his waist, the other one was tall enough to wrap her hands around his neck as if he was her long lost friend.

"God you smell so good, what cologne do you use?" one of the girls asked him seductively but instead of responding he just excused himself and walked towards you.

"What good that will do for your image?" You questioned him, you had a fake smile on your face

"I have no clue, i have chosen to not question Dalia's methods anymore"

"Fair enough, so what did you need?" He noticed the annoyance in your tone and his brows furrowed.

"I'm sensing an attitude here, what did I do?"

"I'm just doing my job sir" he bit on his cheek and you sighed, the sudden mood swing made you realise that you must be pms'ing again.

"Sorry, I'm just overwhelmed and all these women around you–"

"Well it's not as if you don't talk to other men darling " you opened your mouth to say something but he walked out of the conversation, your eyes teared up at the gesture and before this would escalate you decided to just leave the party and calm down.

It's been nine months since you had known him, it was longer than any guy had tolerated you to be honest, your insecurities and constant mood swings that resulted from it was enough to drive them away from you eventually.

As soon as Loki saw you leaving he felt horrible, you had made several sacrifices for him and he needed to control his jealousy so he could treat you better, perhaps he should just tell you that he didn't like it when you spent time with James.

You had insecurities regarding him, you had been betrayed and cheated on and you may have moved on from those people but the scar they left behind never really healed, you feared he'd do the same to you even though he had no intentions of ever putting you through such pain, he'd die before he touched another woman in this lifetime.

As soon as the opportunity occurred he got himself out of the party but before he could go talk to you he was called to leave for an urgent mission, the whole team was leaving to track down this notorious ring of arms dealer and he had to prepare for the mission so he called you instead but you didn't pick up at all. Half an hour later you called him back so he picked it up,

"Yes sir, you needed me?" You asked him so he sighed deeply.

"Can I speak with my girlfriend miss y/n?" You didn't say anything for a good few seconds, you didn't want to fight with him, of course not, but you just felt cranky but you didn't want to take it out on him

"Look I'm sorry–"

"Darling I'm leaving for a mission, I will return tomorrow" he said abruptly,

"Wait..what?"

"Something about some arms dealers, I don't have the full information –"

"Where are you? I need to see you lo"

"I'm already heading towards the quinjet, I was calling you, where were you?"

"You could have just come and see me"

"I didn't have that much time to spare –"

"Yeah okay, it's all my fault– just be safe and come back to me okay?" You said hurriedly but he didn't have the time to console you at the moment.

"We are going to discuss this tomorrow alright? I love you" he barely whispered the love confession, someone must have been around him and you understood that.

"I love you" your eyes welled up as he hung up. Why did you have to be this way and sabotage things when they were going just fine?

You couldn't sleep all night just thinking of all the horrible things that could happen to him on this mission and how your last conversation with him wasn't really loving on your part, you never ever wanted him to leave this way ever again. You sent him a text or two but he didn't respond and that made you feel worse.

When you woke up the next morning you quickly got ready and called Loki but his cell phone was unreachable, so you called Thor and his phone was unreachable too, when you enquired you learned that they haven't returned yet but you had no reason to believe that they were in any sort of danger.

You couldn't eat or even breathe properly for that matter, you just wanted him to come back, you were going to go sulk in your room when Dalia called you in her office on the 17th floor,

"Can I come in?" You knocked on her door and as soon as you entered she started to yell at you,

"Did you know about this?" She turned her laptop towards you and you read the headline that was making her so angry

"The new Avenger is sleeping his way around town"

"Wait what? Is this about Loki?" You asked her so she glared at you.

"Who else? Did he have sex with this girl that came to the party ? Laura?"

"That's not possible, he was there most of the night and then he left for the mission" you read the content of the article and apparently that girl had posted the photo on Facebook claiming that she got lucky with him last night and it had gone viral almost immediately.

"Then what the fuck is this y/n?"

"Well it seems baseless to me, what is the source of the article? I mean anyone can say anything and these people will just publish it without any legit facts or proof"

"It doesn't matter whether this is fake or not, people are going to gossip and it's bad publicity for a man like him"

"Yeah but it's not his fault, maybe if he wasn't forced to click millions of pictures with these social media celebrities, nothing like this would have happened" she glared at you as you said that.

"Are you doubting the way I work y/n? You know how long it has been since I have been working in this field? Don't get overconfident here alright? You're lucky that for some reason he don't want me to get rid of you"

"Trust me Dalia I'm not the fortunate one here" you walked out of her office as you dropped the mic on her, but more so because you didn't want her to fire you on the spot, you didn't really enjoy having such confrontations.

You bumped into Pepper Potts in the elevator so you gave her a polite genuine smile.

"Something wrong?" She asked you as she looked at your sullen face,

"No it's just my boss.."

"Loki?" Well yeah him too but you weren't upset with him, you just wanted him to come back so you can hug him, spoil him and then give him a piece of your mind.

"No…I mean i work for Dalia basically so she's my boss"

"Ahhh I see, been there, she's not easy to please is she?'" you looked at her as she said that, usually all the women around here intimidated you because they seemed so strong and independent, so powerful and fierce but most of them were easy to talk to,

"Well she's kind of a — she's just..."

"A bitch I Know" your eyes widened as she said that "I have been here for years now, i started as as an assistant too, she made my life living hell at times but Tony helped me through it, I'm sure she's just pissed history is repeating itself" you smiled as she said that. Your history with Loki wasn't same as her and Tony but you could see how she made a connection, for them you came here a few weeks ago and miraculously landed this job.

"Noo me and Loki…we are not–"

"Oh come on it's pretty transparent, there is a chemistry, everyone can see it" you looked at her shocked as she said that,

"Everyone can?"

"Well most of us can"

"Well it won't really be wise to start something with my boss anyways soo.." her floor arrived so she smiled before she stepped out but she turned to look at you before she walked away.

"That's what I said"

A few hours later they had returned, the news of Avengers successfully tracking down the biggest chain of arms dealers in NYC was all over the news.

Loki saw plenty of messages as soon as his phone was in serviceable reach so he responded quickly to ease some of those insecurities of yours, you must have spent a restless night, he had no relief either,

He didn't want to leave when things were tensed between you two and when you clearly needed him but he had no other choice, he couldn't have opted out of going for this mission, he was merely a glorified prisoner for now.

A few moments later he was in your room, freshly showered but bruised as well, he had several marks on his face but some had started to heal already.

"If you ever leave me again without seeing me I will not speak with you for days and that is not a baseless threat" you glared at him so he smiled and walked towards you, his arms wrapped around your waist and he bent down so he could place his head right in the middle of your chest. You placed your nose on his head to take a whiff of his hair, you had horrible thoughts all night long, you just wanted him to come back safely to you.

"I'm sorry my darling" he traced his lips upwards and kissed the exposed skin of your neck, you just had a tank top on with a pair of booty shorts, you knew what you were doing dressing up this way "I was jealous too last night, i don't enjoy seeing you have a conversation with that man Barnes, you're not the only one feeling that way" he whispered in your ear so you cupped his cheeks and kissed him.

"Do you want me to ignore him?" His mouth curved into a smile at the offer, he should have taken it but that would be unfair to you.

"No.. that would be selfish and controlling of me, I don't want to be that man, I want to be better sweetheart, you make me want to be better for you, you deserve that and more, you deserve everything I can offer you"

He picked you up immediately and laid you down on the bed underneath him, your fingers traced over the bruises on his face and he moaned in response, he always seemed so pretty, so graceful whenever he was being touched so tenderly, he was so powerful but during such moments he always allowed you to be the one to protect him from every horrible thing out there, he needed you to coddle him as if he was barely a damsel in distress in the need of saving.

"You don't feel annoyed and bothered by my constant cribbing?" He chuckled as you said that but he could sense the hurt in the way you said those words to him, he fully intended to rid you of all those insecurities.

"I do feel bothered by them, but not for the reasons you might assume, I'm bothered that you are so tormented by such thoughts when I'm not there by your side but you need to remember how far we have come, I'll remind you over and over again that i belong to you and solely you and I'll do it for all of our eternities, but when I'm not here you need to remind yourself that you're the womanI almost annihilated the multiverse for, do you remember that?" You nodded as he questioned you softly, his voice was a sweet whisper in your ears as if he was trying to engrave his words in your subconscious mind, his thumb caressed over your cheekbone gently,

"I'd never ever hurt you in a way that would break the trust you have in me, i would never corrupt or taint the sanctity of this pure relationship we have here, you hear me sweet sweet girl do you not?" He cooed again

"I hear you lo..I'm so sorry so sorry" you mumbled and he latched his lips onto yours,

"Shhhh I don't need an apology my love, you're all perfect to me"

"So are you"

"You will be bleeding soon, want to make love to me?" He mumbled and you nodded in desperation

"How do you know?"

"I just do, it's the way your scent changes before that, it's a sickly sweet smell of your skin, before you run your thoughts over let me just remind you that I enjoy it, it's equally as scintillating as your natural scent is, perhaps even more"

"Goddddsss" you took his shirt off and he was already undoing both of your pants, the condom sheathed his cock magically and he rubbed the swollen tip of his length over your clit then he tapped over the swollen nubs gently,

"Don't tease me lo..pleasee"

He smiled at the sheer desperation in your voice and barely nudged the tip inside your warm entrance slowly.

"Mmmm I'm sorry.. I will be good i promise" he murmured, his breaths were heavy, his heartbeat already so fast you could feel them thumping under his chest.

"Mmm good boy, i love you" you moaned as he slowly pressed in deeper and deeper,

"How much do you love me, miss? Do you adore me?" He asked, his voice almost whimpery in your ears,

"More than anything in the world i promise"

"Mmmm thank you, thank you" he mumbled as he set a slow sensual rhythm of his hips, every moment made you crumble more and more.

"Sweet baby, climb up a little will you, I know you want me to do that thing again, don't you?" He nodded desperately as he realized what you were hinting at.

He placed his forearms over your head so his chest was on your face level, his hips never stopped moving, a few days ago you accidentally discovered that he enjoyed having his nipples sucked and damn if he didn't have the most perfect set, you were kissing from his neck down like you usually did and when you sucked on his right nipple you felt his whole body shiver with the feeling, he was almost embarrassed of it so you showed him he had nothing to feel ashamed of.

As you placed your lips over his right nub, you felt his cock twitching vigorously inside you, you flicked your tongue over and over before you sucked on him slowly, the moans and groans of that gorgeous ethereal man on top of you was nothing less than a symphony in your ears, you switched your attention to the other side for a good while before he slid down again and kissed you as passionately as he could, you treated him this way, you took care of him in every fucking sense of the word and then somehow you still felt scared that he'd ever be able to do anything that would make him lose this precious person underneath him.

He didn't blame you though, he understood your fears for he had the same ones, he just knew with time both of you will learn to let go of them, he truly believed that. You bit on his neck as you approached your orgasms together and then you both came in unison, it was desperate and needy, especially after that little argument this was exactly what you needed to calm those thoughts. He hid his face between the crook of your neck as he waited to recover, your fingers were running over his scalp and he just wanted to purr like a kitten but he resisted the urge to do that just yet.

"In bed? Well i certainly hope so" You chuckled as he said that.

"Loki?" You called his name so he looked at you "I'm pretty sure we will end up here again"

"No i meant the stupid argument..I'm just .. always terrified of losing you to other women, I know its silly and it's nothing to do with me not trusting you, I do trust you completely, i know my bestest friend in the whole world will never hurt me so cruelly but I'm just always afraid, I get ticked off for no reason.. I don't want to fight with you but I know it will happen" he smiled as you finished speaking, your eyes were teary, his heart clenched at the thought of people hurting you so deeply so many times that you always lived in fear, he knew you were always betrayed by those you trusted and he never wanted to end up being one of those people in your life.

"And that's okay, that is absolutely alright my love, my life is full of happiness with you in it, it's something I never really had before, and i would rather have us argue with each other and jump in bed to love each other like this then not have you at all, you are never going to drive me away no matter how many times we do this i promise you"

You hugged him as tightly as you could, you had nothing left to say to him about this, he didn't get annoyed, he didn't get upset with you or told you that you were overthinking, he validated your feelings and that was more than you have ever had in your life, he cleaned you up soon after and then you both took a nap together since none of you really got any sleep last night.

You were called in Dalia's office again so you decided to deal with that first. What did she want now ? When you entered her office Loki was there too,

When you woke up you found yourself wrapped up in the same blanket he had given you in the previous timeline, when did he even have the time to make it again you wondered. You clutched on it and basked in it for a good few minutes before you had to get up. You felt hungry and you were excited to see Jane, though you knew she wouldn't remember you at all, you just hoped the friendship would bloom again.

"Do I have to remind you all the time that you're on duty here? He has been unattended for hours now. Go bring him a cup of coffee and an iced tea for me" you looked at him and he mouthed a sorry so you sighed and turned around to grab him some, he would have asked for it if he needed it.

"You know Lady Dalia if I was you, I wouldn't be treating her this way, you want to know why?" She glared at him as he said that

"Are you threatening me?" He smiled but then his expressions changed, there was a manic look in his eyes all of a sudden.

"I'm enlightening you, she's a sweet girl and she puts up with a lot of my nuisance so next time you see her I need you to be nicer to her, i promise that won't kill you, am I being clear?" He asked her, his voice wasn't aggressive, he was calm and polite as he could be but she got the message.

"Can I just ask what is it that you like about her?"

"I do not like her, nor I have any interests in pursuing such a romantic relationship with her that you might think so quit worrying and do your job, can we sue this website that published this fake news about me?" He diverted the topic to stop her from thinking about you, when you returned you gave her the tea as well as the coffee, she took a sip and had something to complain of but Loki glared at her so she ate her words.

"Atta girl" he whispered almost inaudibly and Dalia's face flushed, less from embarrassment and more from a certain feeling she didn't wish to bear for the man next to him. You noticed the look on her face and your instant reaction was to facepalm.

It was clear to you that you just had to get used to women lusting after your man so brazenly. It was inevitable at this point.

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Note : Things are going to spice up from the next chapter again i promise, wanted you guys to enjoy the fluff and smut for timebeing. He's so close to calling her mommy in bed at this point.

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Could you do a mini hc of the M6 reacting to their baby laughing really hard at something random?

The Arcana Mini-HCs: When M6's baby laughs at something random

@httyd-chocolate the baby fever this is giving me T~T

Julian: gets so into it. if it's something he did, does it again on repeat more dramatically each time. lights up like the sun when it only makes his baby laugh harder. bonus points if it's the leeches

Asra: baby laughter is contagious and they have 0 immunity. he's going to end up laughing just as hard at said random thing, until both of your precious beans are tired, giggling heaps on the floor

Nadia: delighted that her baby found something funny but so confused about why. Why is this random, normally-not-funny thing so hysterical?? Is going to puzzle over this for the next week

Muriel: so overwhelmingly happy at the sound of his baby's joy that he ends up just sitting nearby and watching with an uncontrollable smile. will randomly show it to the baby to hear giggles again

Portia: you know those moms who are like "but you loved this as a kid!"? Yeah, she's one of them. Uses/does the random thing until the baby no longer finds it as hysterical and then references it constantly

Lucio: so excited about finding something that makes his baby laugh that he exposes them to it again and again, until his kid is borderline overstimulated and you have to make them both take naps

[shu-box-puns]

My personal headcanon is that Tsu'Tey needs to use a cane, cos he definitely didn't just walk of that gigant ass fall he took at the end of the last movie without any serious consequences to his health (both physical and mental), and that at first he kinda despised the fact that he had to use it, cos to him it just proved as a reminder that he no longer is the warrior he use to be, like some things he just can't do anymore or can't do as well as before and it just tears him apart. He becomes distant and can be very irritable at times, especially when his injuries flar up further, and sometimes just wishes he was with Eywa because he doesn't see a point to him even being alive if he can't contribute to the clan as a warrior. Now enter Spider, this little human child who no one seems to particularly care for or acknowledge (except the Sully kids ofc), who he meets by accident one day while he was watching the trainees doing their thing, in a shadow of some tree, brooding, and Spider just casually approaches him asking Tsu'Tey if he wants to play with him and stuff (like Na'vi version of tag or smt), but Tsu'Tey just tries ignoring him and shooing him away, but Spider is a persistent little bean and eventually he just outright tells him he can't play with him cos he's hurt. Upon hearing this Spider just stares at him for a few seconds and leaves. Thinking he finally got rid of him, Tsu'Tey gets back to his usual brooding, before the child reappears mere minutes later with some strange fruit looking thing between his hands (its a basketball he found somewhere in Hells Gate) and he just sits across him and tosses the thing to him. His VERY confused but still tosses it back to Spider, which goes over his head and he has to go get it, but eventually comes back and does the same thing and Tsu'Tey is just, forced to play along. After this Spider starts visiting him at the same spot almost every day and bringing some object with him so he and Tsu can play together and after some time Tsu'Tey doesn't mind it that much anymore, he even starts looking forward to their little meetings every day and even starts telling Spider some common Na'vi stories and he always sits still and listens. Tsu'Tey starts felling mentality and physically better overall, he starts sleeping better, felling less grumpy and starts feeling like less of a burden to his Clan. He also teaches Spider basic survival skills and stuff like how to shoot a bow and such, which he can still to pretty efficiently. Eventually he starts wondering who are the boys parents or at least foster parents, so he goes to ask Jake and that's when he finds out that he's the son of Quaritch, the man who helped destroy their Hometree. Tsu'Tey is in shock, but is not outright rejecting Spider now, just sort of, avoiding him and not spending as much time with him, cos he's still processing how something so kind and precious can be related to a Demon so cruel and evil. Spider takes the whole thing thinking he did something wrong and that his father figure is mad at him for it. This leads to a scenario where goes missing (aka goes into the woods alone without telling anyone) and Norm comes to Tsu to ask him if Spider is w/him and Tsu'Tey starts promptly freaking out when he tells them that he is not and they tell him that Spider is not with them either. They all go to search for him in the woods and at some point Tsu'Tey finds himself alone in some section of it, very desperate, and starts yelling that he is sorry for avoiding him and begging him to come back and Spider actually DOES appear after that, red eyed and with a runny nose, and Tsu'Tey just huggs him so tight and tells him to never do that to him again. After Tsu'Tey explains to him why he was avoiding (and that he is still very very sorry for it) they go back to the search party and everyone is soo relived that they finally found him ALIVE. Later he comes to Jake and, with a straight face, tells him: "Ye so anyway I'm keeping this little nantag pup over here cos no one else seems to care enough to officially do it."

Anywho I'm sorry this got WAY to long but when my brain hyperfocuces ond something I just need to rant it out to someone and I JUST *frustrated autistic noises*

Thanks for listening, hope I didn't bore you in any way! 😅

YOU GOT ME SITTING HERE LIKE:

OMG YOU HAVE SUCH A BEAUTIFUL BRAIN! THE ANGST POTENTIAL FOR THIS, THE FOUND FAMILY, THE FATHER-SON DUO SHENANIGANS! SPIDER BEING JUST AN ADORABLY SWEET LITTLE GUY WHO COAXES TSU'TEY OUT OF HIS SHELL! THEM JUST HELPING EACH OTHER BY EXISTING!

The fact Tsu'tey tries to get Spider to leave him alone but Spider just have a 'you're my friend now' moment, and immediately returns with a ball so Tsu'tey can comfortably play with him! STOPPPPPP! THAT'S SO CUTE! MY HEART! And then before he knows it, this just becomes as DAILY THING, AND TSU'TEY HAS NO BLOODY IDEA HOW. He just wants to be sad but Spider is INCREDIBLY persuasive.

NUUU, THE MIDWAY ANGST OF SPIDER BELIEVING HE'S DONE SOMETHING WRONG!!! And then Tsu'tey at the end being like 'might as well' and just adopts Spider. Bet Jake didn't get a say, despite him being the Olo'eyktan and Tsu'tey technically has to run it by him if he's bringing someone new into the clan. Then again, Jake could probably see how good the pair for were one another and let it slide regardless. (Tsu'tey would have had strong words for him if he had put up a fuss of course).

I would consume the fuck out of this concept if you ever decided to expand! Thank you so much for sharing :)))))

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Isumi Haruka Rabbitube Mini - Rabbit Chat

Please note that I am not a professional translator and I'm only doing this to share the side materials to those who cannot access them, if you notice any mistakes please let me know nicely. Enjoy!

Isumi Haruka: Thanks for your hard work. do you have free time rn? (1)

Isumi Haruka: Right now*?

Momo: I do have time rn

Momo: Right now*! ;P

Izumi Mitsuki: Same, I’m free rn

Izumi Mitsuki: Right now*! 😆

Isumi Haruka: Sorry, I accidentally sent the predicted text...

Momo: Don't worry about it at all! I thought maybe Harukacchi felt comfortable with us, so I was actually happy 🥺

Izumi Mitsuki: Me too! I felt like I was talking to Tamaki, feel free to be casual! 😆👍

Isumi Haruka: As if I were talking to Yotsuba!? lol

Isumi Haruka: No, that would be dangerous,  we always talk about who's gonna treat the other 💦

Momo: Sounds fun~~~~~~ I wanna go back to high school and play rock-paper-scissors to decide who buys juice at the store ‼‼😭.

Izumi Mitsuki: I know right! Then go buy sweet red-bean soup and play tricks on each other! 🤩

Isumi Haruka: Sounds like you guys were really enjoying your time

Isumi Haruka: Um, onto the main question! Please let me conduct a survey on what would be good for next week's Rabbimini after-party!

Isumi Haruka:

1. visiting a ramen shop 

2. Panda-man taste testing

3- Divination

4- All-you-can-eat dim sum brunch

Izumi Mitsuki: Ooh~~!!

Izumi Mitsuki: You really thought this through! Thanks 😭 well, we still haven’t decided on anything yet!

Momo: Let's go to aaaall of them!! your big brother here will treat you guys to everything 😭‼

Isumi Haruka: Nah if we go to all of them our stomachs will be too bloated lol

Isumi Haruka: I wanted to do something for you two since you guys took me out for yakiniku after the shoot

Momo:Isn’t he so admirable? ol’ friend Mitsuki-san…

Izumi Mitsuki: What a lovable boy, ol’ friend Momo-san… (2)

Isumi Haruka: You're becoming grandpas lol

Momo:

Izumi Mitsuki: 

Izumi Mitsuki: Alright then, do you have any recommendations among these choices?

Isumi Haruka: Erm...

Isumi Haruka: Panda-man. They look cute and I think it’d be fun

Isumi Haruka: I know it’s somewhat childish but...

Momo: It’s fine, I wanna chomp chomp it!! It's cute like Momo-chan, right!? 😍💕

Izumi Mitsuki: I might have seen it featured on TV! 😆 They have different panda faces on them right?

Isumi Haruka: 😉🥺😤

Isumi Haruka: ↑ Yeah! Like these

Isumi Haruka: People take pics of themselves making the same face as Panda man as a trend

Momo: Oh no we totally have to do a photoshoot too 🫰

Izumi Mitsuki: Now you sound like a gyaru lol

Momo: But it's been a while, so teach us how to take photos 🥺 waaggghhh

Isumi Haruka: I'll definitely teach you everything 🫰

Izumi Mitsuki: By the way, there's a photo of the three of you in our fridge! The one you, Iori and Tamaki took together 😆.

Isumi Haruka: Huh!? The fridge!?

Isumi Haruka: At the IDOLiSH7 dorm!?

Izumi Mitsuki: That's right! lolol you took it to commemorate getting a large king pudding stuffed plushie right?

Momo: Wait a minute!! You’re telling me you can see that incredibly cute picture if you go to the IDOLiSH7 dorm ⁉

Izumi Mitsuki: You sure can 👍

Momo: We'll bring a hot pot set and come visit you.

Izumi Mitsuki: We'll be waiting 👍

Isumi Haruka: Please stop, it's embarrassing lololol

Isumi Haruka: But I wonder if Izumi got mad when you stuck it there?

Isumi Haruka: Ah, I mean the little brother! Iori-kun

Izumi Mitsuki: It's confusing since we're both Izumi! 😂 

Izumi Mitsuki: He was a bit nervous about it, but Tamaki told us that you three worked really hard together to get that stuffed plushie, so he was really happy and wanted to stick it everywhere!

Izumi Mitsuki: He couldn't help but forgive him when he heard that ✨

Momo: That's so precious... I'll bring beer in bulk on top of that hot pot set.

Izumi Mitsuki: Thank you!? lololol

Isumi Haruka:

Isumi Haruka: 

Momo: Haruka sounds embarrassed! so cute (*σ･ω･｡)σ

Izumi Mitsuki: This is youth :pudding cheer:

Isumi Haruka: I'm not embarrassed!!!

Momo: What other poses do you usually strike? (*σ･ω･｡)σ

Isumi Haruka: Well, since Izumi doesn't pose so much, Yotsuba and I go extra to make it more exciting, or something...?

Izumi Mitsuki: more exciting lolol thank you!!

Iori smiles when he looks at the picture in the fridge, so I’m truly happy!

Isumi Haruka: Is that so

Isumi Haruka: Yotsuba said he's gonna be fine, but there were times when I wondered if I was pushing him too hard. I'm glad!

Momo: Mitsuki,,,,, I think I'm going to cry,,,,,,

Izumi Mitsuki: Me too,,,,, the big bro in me is so happy,,,,,

Isumi Haruka: p-please don't cry!!

Momo: 

Isumi Haruka: I wanna take a picture with a pose that only three people can pull off! What do you think 😳

Izumi Mitsuki: Sounds good! I think we should pose like we did in Rabbimini, right?

Isumi Haruka: Maybe we could clasp our hands together in front of our chests and strike a kung fu pose? Like what we did at the start of Rabbimini! 🙏

Izumi Mitsuki: That's a good idea! I practiced a lot while watching videos! 😆

Momo: You could doodle something cute like ramen, that’d be adorable!! 😆💕

Isumi Haruka: I'll draw a panda too 🐼

Momo: That's the best!! What will you draw, Mitsuki!?

Izumi Mitsuki: Uh, something related to Rabbimini !? let me think

Izumi Mitsuki: A colander,,,?

Momo: a colander lololololololololol

Isumi Haruka: lolololololol

Izumi Mitsuki: I'll practice drawing it lololol

Momo: looking forward to seeing the result of your practice lolol

Momo: Momo-chan and Mitsuki are gonna drive and pick you up from school on the day of the shoot! ✨

Izumi Mitsuki: I’ll rabbitchat you when we get there! 😆

Isumi Haruka: You were serious about that?!?!

Isumi Haruka: I'm happy, but I think Izumi and Yotsuba will get jealous lol 🫣 🫣

Momo: I was serious about it, Harukacchi…!!

Izumi Mitsuki: They’ll definitely be jealous, so I’m gonna spoil them by making their favorite things before and after the outing 🥹 I'm sure both of them will understand that it’s to celebrate your hard work at the shooting!

Isumi Harukai: Um, just to be clear, please be careful not to stand out! Yotsuba told me that when Momo-san came the other day, the whole school was talking about it!

Momo: no way...!! I'm gonna park a little further away from the school so I won’t bother anyone.

Izumi Mitsuki: Let's put on a disguise so that we don't stand out!

Momo: 

Izumi Mitsuki: 

Isumi Haruka: I'm getting really excited for some reason..!

Momo: I'm glad! After the shoot, let's go to the arcade together when we’re less busy >u< I like that one game! The one where you kill zombies!

Isumi Haruka: Isn’t it great?

Isumi Haruka: I compete with Yotsuba in the high score board, so I'm good at it!

Momo: Huh that’s cool!! Haruka can really do anything >u<

Isumi Haruka: Hehehe

Mitsuki-san, is there something you’d like to do if we go together?

Izumi Mitsuki: Ah! Then, the crane game! I know a guy who’s gonna be over the moon if he gets a Kokona-chan or something 😆 you'll have to teach me all the tricks!

Isumi Haruka: Yes!! I'll take care of it 🙌

Momo: Then Mitsuki, give me tips on how to draw a colander ;P✨

Izumi Mitsuki: I don’t think there are any tricks to that lololol i’ll think about it lolol

Isumi Haruka: lolololol

In the original text, Haruka sends a casual text to the group chat, then corrects his tone by adding “ですか” (desu ka) in a separate message. Momo and mitsuki tease him about it by sending casual messages then following it up with “ですか”. This kind of polite speech doesn’t exist in English, so this was the closest way to convey the OG conversation’s tone

This is another joke that can’t be properly conveyed in English without further context, Momo and Mitsuki start adding “や” (ya) at the end of their messages which is a form of speech under a style called “yakuwarigo”, used in manga/anime (amongst other forms of media) to indicate age. The “ya” in this case is added to elderly characters’ speech, hence why I chose to add the “ol’ man” so that Haruka’s comment makes sense.