#i got this and was immediately concerned and looked back at the valentines ask like

[cloudcountry]

Hi, I was wondering if you could do a Malleus, Jamil, Leona, Vil, and Idia x Fem Reader, where A mix-up with Valentine's Day gifts leads to Reader receiving a gift meant for the character in question, and the confusion might lead to an unexpected confession?

SUMMARY: you get a gift that was meant for the student you like, and the contents spur you to action.

COMMENTS: so usually its them getting jealous of you being courted but i decided hey its YOUR turn to be jealous. good luck!!

im a firm believer that anyone who says getting jealous when youre not dating is weird is the weird one. like obviously you'd be upset, you wanted to be with them and you're not. of course you feel bad. it's okay to feel bad??? like thats literally so normal. you dont have to be like "oh ofc im happy for them!!" like you can BE SAD. its okay.

You stare blankly at the box of chocolate in your hands, the gift crammed into your desk haphazardly. At first, you thought it was for you—that’s what anyone would assume, right? Except...the note on top of it is not addressed to you, but rather, the guy you like. It makes you wonder if this is some joke, or if one of his friends wanted you to deliver it for him. You pick at the heart sticker sealing the note shut and peel it open, taking a peak of the contents.

Your eyes wide and your heart lurches in your chest, panic and annoyance roaring like red hot flames as you read what sounds like a genuine confession of love. Someone had their eyes on him? How did you never notice?

Was it weird to get jealous? I mean, he’s not even dating you yet...you don’t even know if he feels the same way. You can’t deny it doesn’t feel good that there’s another student trying to woo him, though. You’ve been so scared up until this point, so nervous about what he might think, but the clock is ticking. You’ve got to tell him before it’s too late.

Leona cracks open a single eye when you softly knock on his door and enter, shutting the door behind you. With the look on your face, you’ve got something very serious to tell him.

“Woah there, herbivore. You look like someone died.” he yawns, flopping on his side as his tail flicks lazily behind him, “What’s got your face all twisted up?”

His eyes dart to the heart shaped box in your hand and his ears twitch. You look apprehensive—his smirk only grows when he realizes you’ve brought him an offering. How sweet.

“I like you. Romantically.” you blurt.

The second you say it you think about how many other ways you could have said that exact thing and sounded way smoother.

“Yeah, I figured as much. So you came to confess? I feel the same.” Leona yawns again, feeling a bit mischievous as he turns him back on you and yanks the covers over his head, “Well, goodnight then.”

“What...What the fuck, Leona?” you sputter, and he starts laughing harder than he’s ever laughed before.

Jamil wasn’t expecting to receive anything today. You can tell he wasn’t, because the second you walk into Scarabia his eyes go wide when he sees the chocolates and note. You don’t hand it to him though, and that makes him pause.

“Did something happen?” he asks softly, searching your face for an answer as you stare him down.

“I like you.” you blurt, and Jamil’s ears start to ring.

I like you...?

“What?” he clears his throat, shifting on his feet, “Sorry, did I hear you right?”

“Yeah. Yeah you did.” you reply immediately, as if there’s no room for doubt whatsoever.

“Oh.” he says, thinking a million thoughts at once and simultaneously nothing at all.

“Well? How do you feel about me?” you ask, and your voice shakes like you’re scared.

Jamil doesn’t know why you believe there’s room for doubt.

“I feel the same.”

And he smiles.

It's obvious that his words are awkward and reserved, but you know he doesn’t mean it in a bad way.

Vil’s pretty brow furrows in concern when he sees how upset you look, your whole body wound tight like you’ve never been so tormented in your life. You poor thing...you look so stressed out. He whisks you into his arms and into his room, where he sits you in front of his vanity and insists you tell him what’s wrong.

“These were on my desk.” you tell him, handing him the gift, “I can’t stand the thought of someone else confessing to you first. I wanted to tell you before it was too late.”

Vil reads the note in silence. He admits it's sweet, but it reads more like fanmail than an actual confession. He places it on the vanity and looks back at you, a tender look in his eyes.

“My dove...I love how bold you are.” he takes your hands in his, and goosebumps shoot up your arms at his gentle, perfect touch, “But you had nothing to worry about. I am yours.”

“I’m sorry, what!? Some extroverted rando wanted to confess their feelings to me!?” Idia shrieks, face twisting into a confused scowl, “Is that some kind of joke?”

You furrow your brow, a scowl of your own on your face as he jumps to the conclusion that it’s a joke.

“You’re really attractive Idia, you know that right? You’re handsome and smart and kind too!” you snap, feeling personally insulted by his assumption, “Don’t assume it’s a joke! I’m taking this very seriously!”

You toss the chocolates on his bed and hand him the note, crossing your arms over your chest. Idia reads through it but he doesn’t seem happy, his scowl planted firmly on his face.

“I don’t believe it.” he huffs, bringing his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around them, the note crushed in his fist, “Someone’s planning a prank on me.”

“Idia Shroud!” you kneel in front of him, placing your hands on his.

You don’t miss the way his hair flares pink.

“I’ll let you know that I like you very much! And I’m not joking with you one bit! I have never been more serious in my life!” you huff, squeezing his hands as you stare straight into his eyes, “So stop acting like anyone who loves you is foolish!”

Idia opens and closes his mouth like a fish out of water, the pink flames creeping up into the roots of his hair.

That’s enough of an answer for today.

“Child of Man...you mean another confessed their affections for me?” Malleus grumbles.

He’d looked so excited when you walked in with a gift in your arms, but the second he learned it wasn’t from you his eyes narrowed and his lips pulled into a pout. Was it raining outside now...?

“Yeah, that’s exactly what I mean. But...if I’m being honest, I don’t like it.” you huff, placing the gift on his desk, “I want you to be mine, and I want to be yours in return. Someone else having you doesn’t sit right with me.”

Oh, suddenly it’s sunny out. Huh. Wonder why that happened.

You slowly turn to look at Malleus.

 Sure enough, his lips are pulled into a bright smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he reaches for you.

“I’d be your everything if you’d let me” he croons, tucking you into his chest.

TAGLISTS -> leona's napping buddies . . . @loser-jpg @vivigoesinsane @dove-da-birb

-> jamil's jewels . . . @vivigoesinsane @identity-theft-101 @dove-da-birb

-> vil's spudlings . . . @cookiesandbiscuits @vivigoesinsane @dove-da-birb

-> idia's player twos . . . @vivigoesinsane @identity-theft-101 @dove-da-birb

-> malleus's most trusted . . . @vivigoesinsane @identity-theft-101 @rosalianel @dove-da-birb

[heesdreamer]

SUNSHINE

PAIRING ➩ basketball player heeseung x cheerleader reader

WARNINGS ➩ um its super rough smut lol

WC ➩ 5k

AUTHORS NOTE ➩ i hate both short works and straight smut but i guess that vlog got to me so here you go NOT PROOFREAD also i don’t like writing the boys completely out of character and i do not think hs would say or do half of these things lol but for the sake of the story

“You might just be the least positive cheerleader of all time.”

You were turning your head to the side to glare at the voice suddenly appearing from your left, sighing and rolling your eyes when you spotted who it was and going back to your position with your arms crossed on the side of the court as the game continued on.

“Aren’t you guys supposed to be all smiley and ‘go team’?” Heeseung was continuing on even though you were clearly ignoring him, something you did every time he attempted to bug you during the games and rile you up enough to get a reaction.

“Aren’t you supposed to be on the court and not sat next to me on the bench?” You were snapping back at him and you quickly glanced at him before looking away when you saw the familiar smirk creeping up on his face.

Heeseung was definitely not a bench warmer, far from it considering he was practically the star of your schools basketball team and he knew you were aware of this. That still didn’t stop him from occasionally allowing the coach to switch him out so he could come and sit near the cheerleaders, seemingly finding a lot of mid game entertainment in you and your cold reactions.

You’d gone to school with him for most of your life but you never really noticed him until high school started and you joined the cheerleading team under the pressuring words of your mom.

She’d been one when she was your age and she claimed it to be the sole reason she loved high school, the place where she met all of her friends and eventually your father when he transferred their junior year. You’d pretty much expected to be forced into it since you were a child and now on your fourth and final year, you were more so just going through the motions.

Your stoic, and borderline aggressive, personality mixed with the image of you in a small glittery skirt and your hair sporting a giant obnoxious bow in your schools representative colors, seemed to catch the attention of the star player and he hadn’t left you alone since.

“When would I get to talk to you if I wasn’t on the bench?” He was leaning sideways towards you and you frowned softly, trying to ignore him and the stupid smirk sticking to his face now. “It’s not like you stop for me in the hallways.”

“Have you tried taking a hint?” You were once again harshly spitting the words at him and you felt a bit frustrated with yourself for not being able to keep your composure like normal, already stressed from an intense workload and the building pressure of graduation as it approached. “Why can’t you go bother your fan club, I’m sure they’d be more than willing.”

Heeseung definitely didn’t have the same concerns as you and you didn’t necessarily blame him. It isn’t his fault he was immediately offered full ride sport scholarships to multiple different schools and as much as you hated to admit it, he worked hard for his success and he deserved it.

That fact still didn’t make it any less annoying that he was constantly bugging you with his quick comments about your attitude or his countless attempts to flirt with you, asking for your number or sending you Valentine’s Day singing grams every year since you’d met, even though you’d stormed into the cafeteria freshman year and dumped his soda on his head for humiliating you.

He hadn’t gotten upset and started to dislike you like you had hoped for, instead he smiled and moved his wet hair out of his face before asking if you liked the flowers he’d left at your locker.

“Why would I do that? You know you’re my favorite, sunshine.” His tone was lower now and the nickname fell from his lips casually, routine by now considering how much he said it despite the fact you told him to knock it off every single time he used it.

You were sparing him once last glare before turning back towards the game and ignoring the fact he was a lot closer to you now, one small sideways scoot away from being off the bench and on the same bleacher seat you were on.

He was persistent to a point that you could almost admire and you’d never be foolish enough to deny that he was almost stupidly attractive but that didn’t change anything for you. You had too many differences for you to be truly interested and it didn’t help that he smelt like sweat almost every single time you saw him.

Plus, you weren’t lying about his fan club and you already had to deal with numerous sharp glares and mean whispers throughout the years and that was without you reciprocating the interest.

You’d long associated the boy with negative things so it was pretty common for you to greet his smiley face with an eye roll or a straight up sneer, trying your hardest to ignore him but typically falling into a small session of half bickering half flirting before he was giving up again and leaving you to sit and seethe. You couldn’t even escape him at home either, something you were especially aware of right now.

It was two hours into trying to get some homework done and your patience was wearing thin the longer the sound of the basketball outside continued on.

You just so happened to be in the universes shit list and you lived directly across from a park in the neighborhood. You’d been excited when you first moved in, being able to play constantly when you were younger and eventually developing it into a nice place to sit and relax after school. You would have solo picnics under one of the big trees or just go and listen to music laying in the grass.

That is until Lee Heeseung also moved into the neighborhood, starting off your sophomore year with a big obnoxious moving truck on the other side of the park and what followed nearly drove you insane.

He was outside nearly every single day after school and practice, no matter if it was cold or hot, rain or snow. What once had been a calming spot for you to unwind was quickly overtaken by the sound of rubber against cement and you stopped going the day he started.

Sometimes he’d wave at you from the court, catching sight of you glaring down at him from your open bedroom window, but he never made any attempts to talk to you or invite you to join him unlike he did in school and neither of you ever mentioned the fact you were neighbors during your little moments of heated conversation. You learned to ignore him over time but you were particularly stressed recently and before you knew it you were letting out an annoyed yell before marching out of your room.

You’d barely processed the fact you were moving as you tugged a hoodie over your head and slipped on your boots, heading out the door and slamming it as you passed through.

Some of your fire had disappeared by the time you were actually pushing out into the cold night air and crossing the empty street, your steps becoming more hesitant as you entered the park and approached the basketball court, realizing you were going to have to actually speak to him. He didn’t look over as you got closer and your frown appeared again at the sweat gleaming from his skin, his neck red and agitated like he was pushing himself past his limit.

“Do you ever go home?” You were asking before you had decided it was a good idea and you were almost as surprised as he was to hear your voice, jumping slightly at the same time he did as he whipped around to look at you.

He looked confused for a second when he saw you standing there on the court with your hands stuffed in your pockets but when he seemingly processed it was you, he was breaking into a small smile.

You watched him as he continued to pant and try and catch his breath to be able to respond to you, sighing in the meantime and taking a few step backwards so you could sit on one of the benches and stare up at him in the middle of the court.

“Almost didn’t recognize you without your pretty little skirt, sunshine.” His response was eventually coming and it immediately pulled an eye roll from you despite the fact your stomach flipped as he took a few steps in your direction, tucking his basketball under his arm routinely and watching you with amusement and interest.

“Yeah well…” You couldn’t think of a good comeback as he continued to get closer and you inwardly blamed it on the cold.

“Did you come to cheer me on?” He was asking in a soft voice but it had a mocking hint to it, not necessarily mean but potentially bitter and you stared up at him as his eyebrow cocked. “My own personal cheerleader?”

You were trying to get a good read on his expression but it wasn’t making any sense to you, his face lacking it’s usual lightheartedness and almost looking conflicted as he watched you and seemingly waited for you to finally think of a witty response. You didn’t have one, thrown off by both his strange demeanor and having a conversation in an unfamiliar place and you couldn’t tell if he was pleased or disappointed at your sudden loss for words.

He wasn’t saying anything further and you would’ve sighed in relief if it wasn’t for the fact he was watching you so intensely, eventually sitting beside you on the bench and you tensed up when you felt his thigh pressing against yours.

“You didn’t have to stop playing.” You were eventually muttering and you would’ve been more self conscious about your out of character behavior if he wasn’t already being so strange.

“Yeah I did.” He was sighing and you turned your head to look at him, being met with his side profile as he stared straight ahead towards the court and ignored the fact you were staring at him. “You’re a distraction.”

A laugh was bursting from your lips accidentally, almost a scoff and you cut it off short by covering your mouth and giggling out an apology when he shot you a sideways glare. You were shaking your head and trying to gather yourself before clearing your throat softly. “You see me every time you play, never been a distraction then.”

“Are you kidding me?” Now it was his turn to laugh but it was a lot more dry than yours and almost sarcastic sounding, like he couldn’t believe you’d actually said that. “You don’t think seeing you in that outfit every game is a distraction?”

He was finally looking at you now and your face flushed at how close that made you, nearly touching noses if either of you leaned forward slightly but you stayed perfectly still and scanned over his face as you tried to take in his words. You would’ve thought he was joking around and doing his usual rounds of mindless flirting but his tone was flat and his face remained serious, even as you watched him curiously.

You weren’t exactly sure how to respond and your words felt caught in your dry throat, letting down your guard for just a second too long and being struck with nerves.

“A good distraction?” You were eventually pushing out and your voice lifted in a curious tilt, his serious face breaking into a small smile again at the sound of your soft question and hesitant tone, two things he rarely heard from you.

“Yeah sunshine, it’s good.”

——

You spent the next two days avoiding Heeseung as much as you can, having ended the night in some more whispered small talk before he was resuming practice and you were eventually slipping off back to your house once the cold became too much for your hands and nose.

It was weirdly nice to watch him play in a place where he wasn’t obviously trying to show off and under the pressures of competition, watching the skillful way he moved and the sweat that continued to reflect off his deep tanned skin despite the bitter cold touching on yours.

You still felt awkward for having interrupted him and it didn’t help that you had finally played into his flirting for once, mistakenly letting your guard down once you saw him in a more neutral environment and you felt extremely embarrassed about the whole entire encounter. You were telling yourself it had nothing to do with the fact he made your face flush every time he leaned closer or the way your stomach flipped as he talked about your skirt distracting him.

Sadly, you couldn’t stay away from him for long considering a school year quarter pep rally was approaching and everybody involved needed to come to the gymnasium to practice together, including both the cheerleaders and the basketball team.

You frequented the gym a lot more regularly than other students and were pretty used to being in front of a crowd or performing routines to all of your peers but you could tell some of the clubs who would be involved were feeling nervous, striking up conversation with one of the boys from the dance club to try and ease his nerves.

The conversation was entirely friendly and even a little bit awkward considering you barely knew him and he was a lot younger than you but little did you know, Heeseung was watching you from across the gym and making his own assumptions about the interaction.

You completely missed the way his jaw was clenching as he watched the two of you laugh, you instinctively leaning forward and touching the boys arm as a comforting gesture and giving further reason for the hard glare being sent your way from the other side of the room. It didn’t help that you hadn’t been speaking to him and had went right back to actively avoiding him, he’d been overthinking it and looking forward to talking to you about his worries today since you had to be in close proximity.

So it was driving him crazy that you still hadn’t approached him and even worse, you were too caught up in a conversation with some kid he didn’t bother to place a name to.

Eventually the first round of practice was going to start soon and Heeseung watched as your coach said something to you briefly, stared as you nodded in acceptance and then wandered off to go and gather whatever it was that she had asked for.

He was following behind you without even thinking about it, completely ignoring the calls from his teammates asking where he was going and urging him to hurry up before the run through started. You were heading back towards the storage lockers where there was plenty of extra balls and uniforms, anything that might be needed during a game or an event.

You were barely thinking about the basketball player during this whole time, too distracted with the busyness of the day, but he immediately came to mind when you felt something pressing up against you from behind after entering the storage room that was tucked behind the large indoor bleachers.

“What are you doing?” You were grumbling out to him in your usual annoyed tone even though your stomach was flipping at the fact he was actually touching you for once, something he rarely did despite his constant advances.

He wasn’t fully pressed against you but just enough so that you could feel his clothing near yours, you could sense his large frame looming over you and practically caging you in near the wall you’d been passing when he arrived. You shifted slightly so you could turn your head to look over your shoulder and glare up at him when he didn’t respond.

“Who’s the kid?” He was responding and his voice was lower than usual, lacking it’s typical lightness and humor that came along whenever he felt like teasing you.

“Don’t be jealous of a freshman, it’s not a good look on you.” You were shaking your head and sighing, turning back to look at the shelf and try your best to ignore him despite your alarming awareness to how close the two of you were.

It was only increasing when his hand was finally touching you, snaking forward and resting against your hip in a way that caused your breath to catch in your throat, making you lose your nonchalant demeanor for just a split second before you were attempting to compose yourself again. He was just holding onto your hip, his hand large enough that his fingertips were pressing into your stomach.

You didn’t say anything as he touched you and you still didn’t when he was tugging you backwards softly, pulling your bottom half against his instead of fully pressing against you. Your eyes fluttered shut for a second at the feeling of him but you didn’t want him to see the obvious effect he had over you.

You were wearing a hoodie over your cheerleading uniform and half of his hand was underneath it so he could feel the hem of your skirt properly, bunching up the thick fabric around his arm slightly. He’d only pulled your lower half backwards so you were partially bent over now, barely enough to be noticiable but the implication made your cheeks burn.

“Why would I be jealous?” He was finally asking and his voice didn’t cut the tension at all, if anything worsening it. “Wasn’t him you were thinking about when you put this on.”

A scoff was falling from your lips at his sudden claim, despite how true it was considering you’d stared in the mirror particularly long this morning thinking about Heeseung calling you a distraction. Your careless attitude wasn’t holding too strong especially since he was squeezing your hip bone softly, your body instinctively pushing back further against him and causing your breath to stutter.

You felt slightly dizzy from the feeling of him against you so intimately, mixed with the fact that he had obviously been jealous over something as simple as you having a conversation. It should’ve annoyed you like it normally did but your heart raced slightly instead and you placed your hands against the wall subconsciously.

He took that as a cue to bend you over more, bringing his other hand up to your empty hip and using both of them to tug you fully backwards by the waist so you were flushed against him.

“Why are you wearing this?” He was suddenly asking and you were confused for a second before you felt him tugging on your large hoodie, childish annoyance in his tone at the fact most of your uniform was covered up.

You laughed softly at his whining, your voice embarrassingly affected and breathless. “Didn’t want to be a distraction.”

“That’s bullshit, you like knowing I’m watching you.” He was mumbling again now and it almost sounded like he was talking to himself, not really caring if you heard him. He was taking another step forward now and you could feel him more now, your head falling forward at the realization he was hard against you. “You’d let me take you right here, wouldn’t you?”

You considered not answering for a second and lowering his ego but he was slightly shifting backwards and releasing the pressure and a wave of panic ran through you.

“Yes yes I would.” You were rushing out and moving backwards to try and feel him again, ignoring the soft chuckle he gave and the way he squeezed your desperate hips in amusement. “You know I would.”

“Always so mean to me sunshine.” His voice was mocking again like it was the other night at the park and you were slightly thrown off by his change of demeanor, not expecting the roughness from the boy who was always big smiles and loud laughter everytime you’d seen him. He was bordering mean at times with his rough touches and provoking voice but you didn’t mind it at all, knowing you’d be dripping down your thighs if you were less clothed.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry for being mean Hee.” Your voice was high and whiny but you were too turned on to be embarrassed, knowing how pathetic you must look.

“Show me how sorry you are.” He was instructing and you paused for a second, not exactly sure what he meant until he was lessening his hold on your hips. “Fuck yourself against me.”

Your breath was catching in your throat again and you let out a soft whine, one of your hands on the wall sliding down it slightly as you almost lost your balance.

He wasn’t exactly radiating patience and you were beyond desperate so you wasted no time in giving him what he wanted, pushing yourself back against him harder and crying out when you felt that he wanted it as much as you did, almost painfully hard now. His hips instinctively moved forward to meet yours but he immediately froze and stopped, letting you do all the work as you continued to roll your hips against him and try to get some sort of relief.

It wasn’t nearly enough for you, barely enough pressure for you to feel him and imagine how deep he would feel inside you but not enough to actually help you out in your building desperation, overwhelmed with longing for him as your hand fell off the wall and reach back to grab into his wrist.

“Please, I need you to touch me please.” You were begging him and a soft cry sunk into your voice, your head spinning with how bad you wanted to feel him anywhere.

“Fuck look at you.” He was grunting out before caving into your request, pulling you up softly and walking forward so now your entire body was pressed against the wall.

The cement was cold on your cheek and it would’ve been too uncomfortable if it wasn’t for the immediate distraction he was providing, his large hand slipping under your hoodie and aggressively groping your chest. His knuckles must’ve been rubbing against the wall but he didn’t show any signs of caring about the pain, twisting your hard nipple in his fingers and humping himself against you.

Your head was falling backwards to land on his shoulder, panting and letting out streams of high pitched whines as he roughly played with your mounds and thrusted against your skirt covered core.

He was using his free hand to reach over and grip your chin, holding it tightly between his fingers and turning your face so he could sloppily kiss you from where you laid on his shoulder. You were happily humming into his mouth despite the amateurish way you were moving against each other, more combined teeth and swapped spit than an actual kiss.

You could feel it dripping down your chin as he licked into your mouth, completely filthy and dirtier than you ever imagined him being. It was driving you absolutely insane and you’d completely forgotten about where you were or the fact people were expecting you back, the door not locked and accesible to anyone who came looking for you.

“Want you inside me Hee, please.” You were crying out into the kiss and he was only pulling back enough so you could speak, watching you with hooded eyes and parted lips and he tried to catch his breath and process what you were begging for. “I need you so bad, I can’t breathe.”

“Want me to fuck you sunshine?” His mocking tone was back and he squeezed your chest aggressively to emphasize his words, rutting against you in a sharp thrust that sent you harder into the wall again. He ignored your shocked cry and did it again before laying another wet kiss against your mouth. “Tell me baby, go on and beg for me.”

“I’ll do anything please, anything.” You were nearly sobbing now as you desperately tried to appeal to him, rocking yourself backwards into his hard cock to try and get him riled up enough to snap. “Need your cock in me so bad, do anything.”

Your words were slurred and mainly gibberish by now but it seemed to be enough for him, he cursed under his breath as he watched you desperately beg for him and you barely had time to process the fact he was moving before he was tugging down his basketball shorts and pressing your face against the wall again.

You moaned sharply into the cold cement and you were grateful it muffled it slightly considering you only got louder once he was roughly pulling up your skirt, ripping down your panties in one go and not bothering to warn or prep you before he was pressing the head of his hard cock against your entrance.

“Next time I’ll take my time with you, make you fall apart for me slow.” He was muttering in your ear as he lined himself up, pressing forward slightly and covering your mouth with his head when you let out a loud cry. “Can’t wait anymore though, gonna fuck you like the slut you are.”

You were nodding enthusiastically at his demeaning words, the more coherent part of you fluttering with butterflies at the fact he was already thinking about a next time that wasn’t so rushed. You had no issue with him simply fucking you now, feeling like you’d die if he spent another second teasing you or building up to it.

He was finally pushing himself fully inside you and your legs would’ve gave out if it wasn’t for his arm that was snaking around your stomach and his heavy weight pressing you against the wall, practically suffocating you as you lost your breath from the feeling of his complete length inside of you.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He was hissing out between gritted teeth and you instinctively clenched around him at the comment, satisfaction rolling through you when he groaned at the feeling. “No idea how long I thought about this.”

“Then show me.” You were snapping out, immediately hearing him laugh as your usual attitude resurfaced for a second, quickly growing impatient the longer he stayed still inside of you.

You were quickly taking back any anger you had when he was pulling out of you, almost all the way, before slamming his entire length back in. You could feel him so deep that you almost couldn’t catch a breath, bucking forward and your mouth parting in a silent cry that was immediately interrupted when he started to fuck into you at a fast pace.

He gave you no time to adjust to his thick size and you were grateful for it, the rough burn of him stretching you being exactly what you needed after years of bickering and teasing with him. It was beyond what you could’ve imagined, all that tension finally bursting into relief as he fucked you so rough you’d surely be coated in bruised by the time the pep rally actually rolled around.

You’d gone completely dumb and you knew he had too, holding his composure just enough to continue his aggressive thrust but losing all ability to tease you or make more comments towards your behavior.

He was holding you tightly against him and you almost wished you were somewhere more private so you could see him undressed, suddenly overcome with the need to feel his skin against yours and be completely covered in his warmth. You tried to ignore the unusually soft thought towards him and focus on how good he was making you feel, the familiar tight coil building in your stomach as he continued to fuck into you deep and rough.

“Please please.” You were begging again but you weren’t even sure what for at this point, your mouth just moving on instinctively so he didn’t stop under any circumstances.

“I know baby I know.” His voice was more gentle than it had been before but still just as tight and overwhelmed, definitely reaching the end rapidly himself like you were and trying his hardest to prolong it considering how good you felt as you kept getting tighter and tighter around him. “Squeezing my cock so good sunshine, you’re so perfect for me.”

“For you, just for you.” You were quickly responding to the casual possessiveness he had showed and this seemed to affect him more than anything, his hips faltering for a second in their assault before he was fucking into you even harder than you thought was possible. He clearly liked hearing you claim yourself as his own and you felt overwhelming dizzy at the realization.

It was a complete blur now as he fucked into you, coming undone faster than you ever had before and blacking out for a few seconds from the pleasure of him doing the same inside of you. You were too out of your head to care about the fact he had came inside of you and you didn’t even think about it.

You were immediately worried it would be awkward once you were coming back to your senses but then you processed the fact that Heeseung was placing soft kisses against your neck, turning you around gently so you were finally facing him and you felt a bit emotional from how kind he was being now after he’d just taken you so aggressively.

You were definitely in some sort of dropped space after the intensity you’d just been through because you were kissing him suddenly, happy you’d had him in that way but now feeling like you’d missed out on seeing him from this point of view.

He was grateful accepting the kiss and tugging you forward by your lower back, the same place he’d been holding but very different context now as he softly moved his mouth against yours and brushed your hair out of your face.

“Are you going to let me take you on a date now?” He was asking into the kiss and you pulled back to laugh softly, laying your head down on his shoulder and feeling the way they lifted as he chuckled at your reaction.

“Yeah hotshot… I’m sure we can work that out.”

[selarina]

Gojo Satoru who’s working undercover at a florist shop. He doesn’t know much about flowers, but he hardly thinks it matters, for this obscure florist shop had remained unvisited since he got here a week ago.

It’s nestled in a quaint corner in the city, hardly noticeable — its inconspicuousness being its very shield as it conveniently found itself in the direct eye line to the building he was assigned to watch.

He thinks Yaga might have sent him here out of spite really, but also he thinks that anything could happen, and he would hate it if he was right so he played his part, if only to thwart the satisfaction of Yaga's potential correctness.

And to really hone it in, it starts raining, the clamorous beats of the rain runs on the roof akin to a cascade of hard stones, ensuring that no soul would venture in at such an hour.

Then, like a shifting scene in a play, the bell above the door chimes, and you enter. You flit through with a slew of apologies about your wetness and the rain. And frankly, you’re really pretty so he couldn't care less about the clean-up.

"Uh," he cleared his throat, a practiced smile forming, one he knew appealed to many. "Hey," he says, threading a casualness into his tone.

"Hi," you reply, gracious in demeanour as you offer a nod to your accompanying greeting.

You bend down, carefully balancing your closed umbrella against the door's ingress, before your eyes start wandering, scanning the shop as you advanced toward the counter.

"How can I help you?" Gojo inquires, upholding the same practiced smile, despite his unfamiliarity with the florist's etiquette.

"Right. Um — I need some roses,” you say, mirroring a smile — courteous and formal. His discerning eye catches a wave of shiver that passes through you. He wishes to offer a coat or warmth of any kind but it remains unfulfilled; he had nothing.

“Of course! Any preference in—" And then his eyes flit to the rose section — stashed with only red today. "Color...?" he concludes, somewhat disjointedly.

Amusement twinkles in your eyes, as they come to meet his. "Well, red, I suppose?"

"Red it is!" he quips, moving with haste as he rushes to get them. He reaches for a fist full of the bunch, promptly placing them on the counter before him.

He catches you staring at the other flowers as he works, your drenched appearance only seemed to amplify how pretty you seem to look.

He smiles, as he talks again, breaking the silence, “So who are these roses for? Parents? Sister? Grandmother — Aw, she's not sick, is she?” He frowns, with a look of pity and you stare back with your eye brows raised — concerned and cautious.

As your silence persisted, he made another attempt. “Um, or are they for a friend?”

An internal chant commenced — Please don’t say boyfriend. Please don’t say girlfriend. Please don’t mention a partner. Please. Please. Please — but he knows he’ll do nothing of it. It’s odd, really. This senseless chase of his.

"Actually," you say, your tone finding a precarious balance as you squint in response. "They're for my boyfriend."

“I hope he dies,” the mutter that leaves his mouth is immediate, and shocking even to him.

Your brows furrowed in confusion. "What?" you blurted.

Acting swiftly, he retraced his words with fluidity, “I hope he likes... the flowers,” he recants, like the liar he is.

A pregnant pause ensues, a silence ripe with tension.

"Right. Thanks," you managed, your mask of politeness only slightly marred by the odd exchange.

"For valentine's day, ah? Perfect choice," he quips again, with a smile as fake as his enthusiasm.

You don't know what it is that prompts you to speak up but you do. "More of an apology, actually," your tone softening as the confession escaped your mouth.

He responded with a mere hum, as his attention resumed its focus on the flowers before him.

A few beats pass.

"Should you really be working here this late?" you ask casually, your gaze assessing the store for another person, a mentor perhaps. "You seem young."

"Well, you're young too," he retorted. "Should you be out here at this hour?"

A soft chuckle escaped your lips. "Nah, Mom's going to kill me, but young love and all that. Sacrifices must be made."

Something twinges inside him — will he ever experience this? Young love? Does he even want to?

"Well, I hope this guy appreciates the gesture if you're going through all this trouble," he adds.

"Yeah, fingers crossed." Your chuckles fluttered after your words nervously.

His fingers reached for satin ribbons, his hands moving deftly, crafting delicate arcs to bind the bouquet tightly.

He held his hand out to you with the bouquet now, wrapped in a simple gossamer wrap, "Well, here you go. I hope they do the trick."

"Thank you," you responded, reaching for your purse. "How much do I owe you?"

"Just a moment," he finally says, disappearing into the back of the shop. He returns with a small card, slipping it into the bouquet with practiced ease. "Here you go."

"Thanks again," your smile was a touch more authentic than the first time.

He smiles, and waves you a little goodbye as you make your way out after paying him. The rain seems to be cleared out and you start making the trek down to your boyfriend's place. And as you walk, there's something within you that nags and nags and urges you to do it.

You pick up the card placed inside the bouquet by the peculiar man you just encountered.

You turn it over, and you notice flowery calligraphy presenting a number, alongside a message: "In case your boyfriend doesn't appreciate the roses. Call me :P"

You could only laugh out loud, like a madman on the street. The sheer audacity of it all.

However, you don't seem to realise how you end up pocketing the card instead of throwing it out at the nearest bin.

Part 2

[dropitpunk]

touch starved earth-42 miles morales headcanons

earth-42 miles morales x gn!reader

cw: just fluff and pure miles.

he didn't need skinship or romantic intimacy, didn't crave constant affection and definitely couldn't see himself being with a clingy or touchy partner.

that was until he met you.

it took a little while to be used to you, to your presence being so persistent in his life. he would see you and immediately be confused, nervous and scared as to why he could only think about holding your hand.

you had to work your way through miles' walls, build your relationship slow and steady even if you were aching to smother him in all of your love.

"you want me to do it for you?" you asked, already holding a first aid kit in your hand with a concerned expression. miles gulped, he could feel his head throbbing and by glancing quickly at his reflection before coming to your house, he knew the cut in his forehead was ugly.

"yes." he answered shyly. you smiled in a gentle manner and got to work, not wanting to comment on the way his hands twitched.

you were careful to not make it hurt more, and you didn't ask how he got injured while you were in the process. miles looked thankful, and even though he flinched the first time you touched his face, you could feel his fingertips caressing your forearms, slow and tentative.

after that moment, he was more receptive to your touch, subtly starting it whenever he got a chance.

"want me to hold your hand? could be dangerous." he would say before crossing the street. there really was no need, it was dark outside and there were no signs of cars in the area, but he still wanted to feel your hand holding his. he would hold your hand until you got home, only letting go when it was time to say goodbye.

and your goodbyes were much longer.

a soft kiss on your lips and a long hug before miles had to get back to his mom.

he would whisper sweet promises to your ear about your next date and leave with a happy smile on his face when you seemed excited, his body still burning with the want to be close to yours.

miles didn't let you breathe when you two were in public, an arm resting around your shoulders at all times or his fingers on your thighs, drawing circle absently while he listened to you talk about your day.

he would spoon feed you ice cream and play with your hair while you drank milkshake, kissing the back of your free hand every two minutes.

when you had a sleepover, miles would bring you to his chest and hum to the songs playing on his speaker, holding your waist while the other hand toyed with the bracelet he got you for valentine's day.

he would trace your face with his fingers, kissing your nose and your cheeks sweetly and calm. his guard was low, he trusted you to be so close to him.

"i like feeling you here. you ground me, mi tesoro," miles whispered in your ear and you smiled at him, bringing your hand to his face. he leaned into your touch and closed his eyes, slow breathing hitting your wrist.

"thank you for allowing me in," you said back, voice full of affection and almost palpable love.

he didn't know he needed all of it until he had it.

uncle aaron said he was distracted these days, but it was for a good reason.

[mrs-kodzuken]

good day! i saw that your requests is open soooo~^^ can I request an iwaizumi x manager reader where they've been in a secret relationship since they're first years (idunno how oikawa doesn't know, but he just doesn't 🤣)...

and when the volleyball team had their reunion after so many years the reader just goes to iwaizumi and kiss him and be like, “what? i thought you all know..” 🤣🤣🤣

thank you! and i love your works so much! ^^~

First year, first love ♡

Pairing: Aged up! Haijme Iwaizumi x fem!reader

WC: 2.1k

Genre: fluff

CW: fem!reader, friends to lovers, clueless!oikawa, a little background to give this fic more oomf, aoba johsai manager!reader, volleyball team reunion, iwa being literal the best boyfie, valentines flashback is italicized

note: my first request!! i hope you literally love this, i jumped up and down once i got this haha, if you have anymore please let me know!

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I stared at Haijme, tracing the soft features of his face with my eyes while he slept. I couldn’t be anymore in love with this man. After knowing him since literally forever, it was like he knew me from the back of his hand.

Which is why the longer I stared and sighed contently against him I knew he’d wake up. Being with him was easy to me, it was breathing at the point.

I could still remember the day that Haij asked me out our first year. It was the cutest thing ever but he was such a wreck because of how nervous he was.

It was different seeing that Iwaizumi also got as nervous as I did when I was around him. Compared to then, he’s very different now. With him working as an athletic trainer and being on top of his game in every aspect of his life, he’s very different.

However, I still love this Iwaizumi but sometimes I miss the nervous wreck, friend Iwa.

All morning Iwaizumi has been such a wreck. I mean, I get that it was Valentine’s day but my goodness. He’s dropped his pencil three times already and it’s only second period.

“Iwa? What’s going on with you?” I whispered my question to him, peering curiously with concern.

He locked eyes with me and then looked away as quickly as possible, which was very strange for my friend.

“Nothing, (Y/n).”

My eye twitched, we never tell lies to each other.

Something was definitely up with Iwaizumi today, and I decided right then and there that I’d figure it out by the end of the day.

It wasn’t like he was trying to avoid me or anything but the way that he hadn’t spoke that much to me was a given of my theory.

I walked through the halls and smiled at the decorations for Valentine’s day.

I’m pretty sure our student council had helped make the paper decorations of hearts and spirals to hang from lockers and classrooms. I thought it was so creative because personally, I loved holidays no matter the kind.

The thought struck me like a lightening bolt, ‘what if Iwa got a Valentines gift that made him like someone?’

That could not happen, like ever.

As long as Iwaizumi and I have been friends, I don’t think he would up and leave me because of that? I mean, I baked him homemade cookies—the kind that he loves. He wouldn’t just up and like someone because of something they got him?

Suddenly, my mood had switched and I immediately was focused on knowing his answer. That would be easy since Iwaizumi continued to practice volleyball with his friend, Oikawa. They asked me to be the team manager and since Iwaizumi was my friend I agreed.

I couldn’t help but to impatiently wait for the time to pass by so I could finally get Iwaizumi alone to talk to him. Once the bell rang I immediately got up, almost tripping over my own feet, to find Iwa before he got changed for practice.

I already cringed at the thought of everything he received today from some other first year girls. I’m sure mine was better.

I couldn’t help the wrong feeling of jealousy that filled through me. It was weird and didn’t happen often, especially with me thinking about my friend—best friend, Iwaizumi.

Finally, I caught up to him and found him looking as frantic as me whilst I was trying to find him. It was a sight to see and I didn’t know how to comprehend it. It was so unlike him.

"Hey, can we talk?"

I could tell he tried to mask the nervousness up with trying to seem unbothered but I saw through it. However, just those four words were enough for me to feel nervousness as well.

I nodded my head, too afraid to speak just in case I wasn't in control of my voice.

Iwaizumi leaded me around the gym, towards the backside where no one could see, which made me even more nervous. I knew what went on back here, I just didn't think it would ever happen to me.

I gathered myself and stepped along with him until we came to a stop. That's when my brain decided to make me pay more attention to my surroundings. A breeze blew through us a bit, moving my hair.

It was a cold day but the sun was out shining as if it knew what was today was. I could hear how the grass had crunched when we walked to where we are now.

"What did you need?" I hesitantly asked him, a part of me knowing and wishing he will say what I think he will.

"(Y/n), I'm just going to get straight to the point. I like you. I have liked you for a long time but only realized my feelings now. I won't pressure you into liking me back but I know we have this honest is the best policy thing going on since forever ago and I wanted to keep true to that."

Iwaizumi's cheeks were blush red and he couldn't look me in the eyes after saying that. However, my heart couldn't be more content after hearing those specific words from him. It felt like everything was right again and I knew what was in his head.

"This isn't pressuring me Iwa, I like you too. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, I really love our friendship and didn't want to ruin it." I confessed to him as well, pouring my hopeful heart out right back into his.

I didn't realize until after our confession that the baggie I packed his homemade cookies in was stuffed into his pocket with a little bit of it hanging out.

I couldn't help but smile and watch as he showed me his hand that I also didn't realize was behind his back this entire time.

"Here. I bought this for you since you made me my favorite."

I giggled a bit, overjoyed that he bought me something, nonetheless it was a stuffie and not just any stuffed animal but my favorite.

"Thank you, Iwaizumi. I love it so much." I thanked him and pulled it close to my chest. It was definitely getting a name and being set on my bed when I got home.

"You're welcome. We should head on now." He cracked a smile and I was glad that everything between us worked out now. Well, almost everything. I wasn't sure what to call us yet.

Iwaizumi waved me bye so he could go change into his practice uniform while I put my stuffie in my bag then caught my breath so I felt good walking in.

The shoes squeaked on the floor as I walked in and I immediately apologized to my upperclassmen because I'm not ever late and it felt like I had disrespected them.

I take my job seriously ever since Iwaizumi joined the volleyball club with his friend Oikawa and had asked me if I wanted to be the manager.

"Are you okay? You and Iwa-chan are never late to practice." Oikawa asked me, eye brow raised and peering at me like he wanted the answer I didn't want to say.

"Oh yeah, I had a couple things to do and such. I didn't know Iwaizumi was late too. I think you should practice serving today, Oikawa." I nervously chuckled and picked up my managerial clip board, trying to change the subject whilst trying to keep my face from flushing.

"Hmm," was all I got out of him before he decided to practice his drills and of course serves.

After a day or two, Iwaizumi and I had agreed to go on little dates first and know each other on a relationship level instead of friend level. This was also because we both thought starting our relationship on Valentine's day was cringe.

Just the thought of how we got together still makes me swoon at nervous Iwa but also smile at how alike we are.

I shifted comfortably against him, trying not to move so much to make him wake up or anything. My arm traveled to side ways hug him, his warm body is what always makes me kick the covers off at night.

However, me trying to not move so much to not wake him up fell in vain because I felt an arm tighten around my waist.

"Good morning, honey." I said to him cheerfully, I loved waking up with him by my side.

"Mornin, love." His gruff morning voice spoke out against my neck which sent delightful shivers down my spine.

"We should get ready sometime soon, I think it might be brunch time soon." I commented, already planning out what I'm going to wear and what time I think is socially acceptable to show up.

Our graduating class is having a reunion and our volleyball club reserved a special place to meet up and of course I was invited to both events.

"I know, I just missed you in my dream." He sighed, trying to pull me even closer than I already was to him.

"Yes but you said you're eating breakfast and all, so." I wiggled my way out of his presence and decided to go use the bathroom and do all of my necessities whilst in there.

I knew Hajime was going to eat breakfast because he's very strict about what and when what kind of nutrients were going into his body. However, me? Not so much. From time to time I do decide to workout with him only to improve my self image. However, over half of the time I don't need to just from the way he compliments me.

By the time I was done and dressed, Iwaizumi was ready to go with the keys in his hand and a smile on his face at my outfit.

"You look stunning, love. I can't wait to see everyone." He said before kissing the top of my head and leading me out of our house and into the car.

I was pretty happy to see everyone even though most of us had caught up with each other on socials here and there.

Entering the reserved building, my blood was pumping to see everyone and rekindle again.

"Go find your buds, I want to go talk to Mattsun," I ushered Iwaizumi off and tried to find my best friend that I was super close to besides Haijme in high school.

It was a loud space since it was all men here in one smallish room. There was a banner, drinks, food of course since it was brunch, and plenty of seating. That's when I found Mattsun and rushed over to hug him.

"Fancy seeing you around these parts," I exclaimed after crashing myself into his side.

"Oh yeah? Samesies." He threw his head back to laugh, something he always did.

I got caught up in a conversation with him and suddenly it shifted to talking about Hajime and I. Mattsun was really the only volleyball member that talked about mine and Haij's relationship and I just assumed that everyone else didn't care that much to speak about it.

"It was nice catching up with you, (Y/n). Keep me posted on some new things!" He winked after I said I'd be going to visit the rest of our class which was weird, I didn't have any new things going on.

I found the man I was looking for and smiled, "Hey, I'm gonna go find the rest of my high school girlfriends and see if they came. I love you, honey." I pecked a small kiss on his cheek and he nodded and kissed my forehead in acknowledgment since he was in the middle of a conversation I accidentally interrupted.

Suddenly, the room was so silent that I could hear a literal pin drop.

"What?! Since when were you guys together?"

"(Y/n) just kissed Iwaizumi and he kissed her back?"

"Wait, you guys didn't know they were together?"

"How long have you two been dating?"

Lots of questions got sprang out of plenty of the teams mouths as my eyes widened in the sudden volume change of the room.

"I think I'll leave you to deal with that, honey. Bye!" I scampered out of the room but not before hearing Hajime try to reason and ask if they really didn't know.

That would be awfully hilarious if they seriously didn't know.

However, one thing I didn't know was that there was a small box that outlined Haijme's pants pocket until Mattsun sent me a snap chat video of it. That almost made me choke on my food as I put two and two together of him saying to keep him posted on new things.

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a/n: This was my first request!! I hope I did good and thank you so much for saying that you love my works! It made my day haha!

you all know my header rules, if not see pinned post!!

[alphian-hcs]

Dorm Leaders with an s/o who has never received a valentines gift

Wondernote: Later on I will put character borders, but I need to churn out this so they are not available yet, but they will be up soon! also yes, this is slightly self indulgent, since I have never been given a valentine gift in a romantic way, or even friendly way lol- also dearest apologies for making this four days late. Prepping for college and adhd kept me distracted.

Riddle Rosehearts

- Riddle would honestly be familiar with this feeling, any valentines he would have been given would have been taken by his mother.

- He tries his best, asking Trey and Cater for help on what kind of things to get his S/O, eventually deciding to get a bouquet of his s/o's favorite flowers, and a self made tart, without any oyster sauce.

Riddle had been waiting at the small, white gazebo in the Heartslabyul garden, having invited his s/o for a tea party with just the two of them. Soon, S/O arrived, greeting Riddle with a smile as they sat at the table with their boyfriend, him seeing timid and nervous. Before they could get out the question of if he was okay, they were cut off by Riddle, who gently placed the gift of the tart on the table, before handing them the bouquet. "Apologies, I'm not exactly sure what would have been a good gift, but I dearly hope you enjoy this. Will you be my Valentine?"

Leona Kingscholar

- He would put in the least effort until he learns his s/o never had a valentine, now feeling he needs to give more effort, putting all kinds of expensive chocolates and jewelery with a sweet note attached.

- Leona would definitely have called Ruggie in to go and get the items he needed for it, though spends the time to set it up, grumbling when he gets frustrated with it possibly not looking good enough.

Kingscholar waited at the door next to his s/o's class, his tail waving back in forth anxiously, as he held the wrapped heart shaped box, some necklaces and bracelets wrapped around it. When the class was over he waited until he saw his S/o and pulled them aside, handing the box over with a huff and a simple question, his face dusted in pink. "Would you be my valentine, herbivore?"

Azul Ashengrotto

- Definitely went in thinking that he would be completely fine, but began to panic when he learns that the s/o never had a valentine who asked them out or gave them something. Azul then begins to plan the best sea themed chocolates, using Monstro Lounge's kitchen to make the chocolates and molds.

- Azul probably adds some extra coins he had on hand, like the chocolate coin things with some nice shells to surround the chocolates, putting it all in a special edition Monstro lounge valentines box.

Azul nervously looked to his s/o, watching them enter the office as he kept the box hidden, staring them down until he finally mustered the courage, speaking "Prefect, I know you aren't familiar with this sort of thing, but please accept this valentines. I hope you accept my offer of being your Valentine aswell."

Kalim Al-Asim

- This man would immediately make such a big deal out of the situation. Expect a bunch of gifts as soon as the door is open. Kalim would go all out, making Jamil stressed and his S/o buried in gifts

- Kalim spends all his time getting gifts, making cards, and even preparing a special party just for his S/o. Of course Kalim tries to make some candies, but Jamil intervenes once he realized what Kalim was doing.

As S/O opened the door to ramshackle, a large amount of gifts fell through, nearly covering them completely, while Kalim laughed, entering the dorm, kneeling next to his S/O, a few small bandages on his fingers from cooking incidents before Jamil's intervention. "Heya treasure! You okay? Sorry that they fell on you- but- When you said you never got a valentine I just knew I had to go all out! So, will you be my Valentine?"

Vil Schoenheit

- Vil would be concerned from this, but is already planning in his head in how to give his s/o a great valentine gift, while making sure it was a healthy and fashionable item for his S/O.

- He has Rook do some recon (Stalking) so he can learn of things that his S/O likes or is interested in. Vil would even avoid some modeling gigs just to focus on the project, wanting it to be absolutely perfect.

Vil had just finished the gift that he made, and began his walk to his S/O's decrepit dorm, confident that his S/O would like the gift. Soon he arrived and opened waited for his partner. When they came out, he gave them the bouquet and spoke "Here Dearest, I truly believe you would love this. I'm sure this doesn't need saying, but... Would you care to be my valentine?"

Idia Shroud

- Immediately says "lol same" before Ortho has to tell him to take this seriously, so that Idia doesn't unintentionally hurt his S/O's feelings. After that, Ortho immediately gets Idia to take everything seriously, helping his brother get ideas of good valentine gifts.

- After a long time of idea searching, he eventually decides to try with his own flair to it. He puts a bunch of game arts and chocolates in a goodie bag, along with a few coupons for a video game store.

Idia walked up to his S/o, his hair already flaring pink along with his face. Ortho was surely watching from somewhere to make sure his older brother didn't wimp out, So Idia knew he couldn't wimp out. The flame haired male walked up to his S/O and nervously pushed the gift bag into their chest, hiding his face. "D-don't make me ask twice, cuz if you do my hp would drop.. s-so uh...be my partner for t-this Valentine's event...?"

Malleus Draconia

- Valentine's? What's that? He would have to ask everyone in Diasomnia about the event, just so that he can understand what the premise is. Sebek is crying as he tries to figure out who Malleus wants to give a valentine's to.

- Eventually he decides on a simple black rose bouquet, with some small gargoyle like ornament in the center, with lots of dark chocolates in a nice box with a black and green bow wrapped around it.

Malleus walked to the gate of ramshackle, a smile on his face, as he pushed the gate open, meeting with his S/O, holding the bouquet close before he gently held their hand, asking gently "My dearest child of man, I was told of this holiday and the proper gifts. Well then, dearest. Will you be my Valentine?"

[noellawrites]

The Concert - Yandere!Marcus White x Younger!reader

summary: Marcus seizes an opportunity to join you at a concert, but gets jealous when he realizes you have a crush on the lead singer. Marcus does what he has to to make sure you go home with the right guy tonight.

warnings: alcohol use, non/dub-con touching, kissing and fingering, age gap (15-ish years), possessiveness

requested by: @wicked1will0sparkles

Ever since your first day at Cloud 9 when you had met Cheyenne, the two of you barely went anywhere without the other.

You two were close in age, always had weekly sleepovers and you had been right by her side when she took the pregnancy test that ended up positive.

So you were completely devastated when she bailed on your sacred, long-anticipated plans for Bo of all people.

“Cheyenne, come on! We bought these tickets like three months ago and my parents won’t let me go alone!” you whine, crossing your arms over your chest in frustration as you lean against the lockers.

“I’m sorry (y/n), but Bo needs me right now! Who else is gonna hype him up before he gets on stage at Kenny Roper’s bar mitzvah?” she explains with a frown as her hand rests on her bulging stomach.

“Ugh okay, I guess I’ll just sneak out and hope my parents don’t notice,” you shrug.

After Cheyenne walked away, you shove a hand into your locker and feel around for your blue vest, tugging it out angrily.

“Woah, hey, what’s wrong?” you hear a voice ask from behind you. You look to your side, then slightly up, where Marcus White stood next to you with his arms crossed across his broad chest, a concerned expression on his face.

“Oh, I was just supposed to see my favorite band tonight, Shattered Hearts. Chey and I were going together but she had to cancel,” you explain sourly.

“Oh man, I love Shattered Hearts!” Marcus exclaims with a dopey grin.

Truthfully, he'd never listened to the band before. But he wasn't going to miss out on his chance to spend an entire night alone with you.

After you both finished your shifts for the day, you parted ways. You had planned to meet at the small downtown venue once you got changed and ready for the night.

Later on, you gleefully rummaged through your closet, trying to pick out the perfect outfit. Shattered Hearts' lead singer, Tommy Valentine, would be front and center like always so of course you planned on wearing a Tommy-inspired outfit. Ripped white tights, short shorts and a low-cut top (covered by a long coat) and your favorite jewelry pieces to complete the look.

You went for a heavier makeup look than usual, as Shattered Hearts was in the pop-glam-rock vein. It couldn't hurt, making yourself look a bit older and hopefully catching Tommy's eye if you could get close enough to the stage.

"I'm going to the concert with my co-worker tonight so don't worry, I'll be safe!" you yell to your parents as you make your way out of the house and into the evening air.

Once you arrive at the venue, you see Marcus standing outside, leaning against the wall. He immediately brightens up and you don't miss the way his eyes rake over your body from top to bottom.

"Hey, (y/n)! You look... wow!" he laughs, a blush heating up his cheeks. He can't help but look your body up and down once more, taking in the way your white tights stretch over your thighs and your top hugs your body in just the right ways.

"Thanks, Marcus! Here's your ticket," you say, handing him the ticket that was supposed to be Cheyenne's.

"I'm really excited to hear Breathless," you sigh, walking up to the end of the line as Marcus follows.

"Uh, yeah, me too. I'm like— I'm just excited to hear their newest album," he laughs nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Oh, I didn't tell you? This is the anniversary tour for the Rock Solid album, I don't think they'll be performing much of their new stuff," you frown.

Marcus is saved by the security personnel, approaching you both and patting you down as you entered the doorway and handed your tickets to the employee.

"Damn, this place is dark," Marcus laughs, looking around as you step in together.

"C'mon, I wanna get close to the front!" you exclaim, grabbing Marcus' hand and pulling him with you towards the stage.

He barely has time to process your hand on his as he follows you across the dirty, dim room.

"This is perfect, he'll definitely see me here," you say with a smile, looking up at the rusty light above you that illuminated your area. You leaned against the wooden pole next to you which supported the shabby balcony above.

Marcus raises an eyebrow. He? Who was he? Marcus was hoping to at least kiss you tonight, but were you already obsessed with some other guy?

"I'll go get us some drinks," he says, gesturing towards the bar.

"Oh, thanks! I'll keep our spot," you smile, looking down and adjusting your outfit to show off even more skin than it already was. Did you know what you were doing to Marcus? How his skin buzzed whenever you touched, how he imagined leaning down and kissing your lips? How desperately he wanted his hands all over you?

He fumed as he headed over to the bar, ordering some cheap beers and shots of vodka. Who was this asshole you were so obsessed with?

When Marcus returns, you knock back your shots together. Some men in black tee shirts bring equipment onto the stage as the sound of applause echoes through the room.

"So, uh, this guy you want to see you... did you invite someone else tonight?" he asks, trying not to sound like a jerk.

"No, I just think this is the best spot for Tommy Valentine to see me. He's single, just broke up with Maxine McDonald. Did you know the band's guitarist met his girlfriend because she was a fan at one of his shows?" you say excitedly, watching the stage.

Of course. The jerk you were obsessed with was the band's lead singer. Marcus couldn't help but roll his eyes, thankful that you were turned away from him.

"C'mon, drink up. I'll go grab us some more," Marcus says, playfully tilting your beer up in the direction of your mouth. He would need to be a lot drunker if he was gonna watch you lust over some punk poser all night.

By the time Shattered Hearts came onstage, you and Marcus had already finished several drinks. Marcus felt fine, but you already felt woozy, tipsy, almost falling over a few times. Marcus caught you of course, and you leaned on his body as to not embarrass yourself further.

Marcus went to grab another beer for himself, and when he returned, you were clinging onto the wooden pole.

"This one's my favorite," you mumble as Marcus cracks open his fourth beer.

"Yeah? Is it?" he asks, an amused expression on his face.

You nod dumbly and Marcus wraps his warm arm around your waist, the drinks emboldening him.

He looks down at you, your beautiful face illuminated by the dim lighting. He just couldn't help himself anymore. Marcus leans down, pressing his lips to yours and deepening the kiss into a make-out session as your brain catches up and you start to realize what's happening.

His tongue pushes into your mouth, silencing your protests as he traces his warm hands over your shirt. You almost think you're having a bad dream until you hear someone nearby say, "eww!"

It's only as his hands move into your shorts that you're able to push him off of you. He recoils, staring at you with a pissed-off expression.

"Wh-what was that, Marcus?" you exclaim, putting your hands out in front of you to keep him at a distance.

"I thought we—"

"I told you, I'm interested in Tommy!"

"He's way too old for you," Marcus hisses.

"So are you!" you huff, crossing your arms.

"I'll go get us more drinks," he sighs, realizing you've both sobered up a bit.

When he returns, you're miraculously still there, eyes fixed on Tommy.

Marcus keeps his hands to himself for the rest of the concert, suffering more and more as each song thrums and passes. The band wasn't even that good and Tommy Valentine was just some forty-something, washed-up guitarist with eyeliner.

After the concert, Marcus heads to the exit but is surprised that your small hand manages to pull him back.

"We're staying. Tommy usually comes out afterwards if he sees someone he likes. And I definitely seduced him with my eyes. Will you get us a round of shots for when he comes out?" you ask, waving Marcus away as you watch the curtains for any sign of movement.

Twenty minutes pass, the venue almost cleared out and heavy with the stink of sweat. Your shots sit untouched as you slump down in your seat.

"You wanna go outside?" Marcus asks tenatively.

You shake your head like a petulant toddler.

"You... wanna finish these off?" he asks, gesturing to the shots.

You nod, sitting upright and taking all three shots consecutively. It had sunk in now that Tommy didn't see anything special in you, hadn't been wowed by your sexy outfit or your eyes or how you knew every word to every song.

Almost immediately, you slump sideways against Marcus and he rests his arm against you comfortingly.

"Let's get some fresh air," he sighs, leading you outside where you lean against the brick wall, fighting the urge to pass out.

"You look amazing tonight. It's Tommy's loss," Marcus says, hand stroking your arm.

You look up at him, tears in your eyes, mouth framed in a pout to either keep the tears from falling or the vomit from escaping.

Marcus sighs, leaning down and bridging the gap between you. You return the kiss in your own sloppy, half-conscious way. One of his hands plunges into your shorts as the other makes it's way up underneath your shirt.

You're mumbling, moaning, making some sort of noise with your mouth but his mouth covering yours muffles it.

Marcus can't wait any longer, mouth drifting down your neck and chest, sucking and leaving marks of his affections.

"N-n—stop—" you mumble, hands awkwardly trying to pull him closer or push him away, you weren't fully sure.

"Fuck," Marcus mumbles against your chest, causing a gasp to rise up your throat. His fingers trace your hole, spreading around your wetness as you let out a whimper.

"God, I wanna fuck you so badly," he groans, grabbing your waist and sucking on a new spot of skin.

"M-marcus— I-I should go huh—home—" you mumble.

He pulls away and examines his work with a big, dopey smile. You were so messed up, clothing rumpled, hair undone, love bites all over your neck and chest.

He turns you and leads you to a reflective window, and you gasp at the look of yourself. So many hickeys that your coat couldn't even cover. You looked... like a slut.

"I—I can't go home like this! My parents will kill me!" you whimper.

"You can come to my place, my mom'll love you," Marcus offers.

"Uh— no, that's—“

"I'm not letting you walk somewhere alone. Come with me and we can take the bus to work tomorrow," Marcus suggests, raising his eyebrow.

"Ugh, fine," you sigh, leaning against Marcus as he walks the two of you to his mom's house.

You try your best to ignore Marcus' childish, messy room and dirty sheets as you undress and climb in next to him, still feeling drunk and used up.

You hold back a shriek as he pulls you into his chest, body flush against him. "This is nice, huh? My perfect toy," he laughs, kissing your bare shoulder. You shudder at his touches and objectification of you.

"Marcus, stop," you sigh, and his grasp loosens, but not forever. You know he'd be pulling you close in the middle of the night and you had half a mind to sleep on the dirty floor.

The next morning, you borrow one of Mrs. White's long-sleeved shirts for work but it still doesn't cover everything. You walk into Cloud 9 beside Marcus, embarrassed and red-faced.

Marcus throws an arm around you, and when you get to the break-room, he pulls you into his lap as all of your co-workers stare.

"Pretty epic, huh? Got 'em all to myself," Marcus grins, placing a big hand on your thigh and rubbing it creepily.

"Uh, (y/n), your neck—" Cheyenne stutters, eyes wide at the confusing scene before her.

"Yeah, it was all me. We had a pretty crazy night last night. You were all over me, begging for it, huh?" Marcus brags, leaning back and bumping fists with Isaac as he passes by the two of you.

You keep your eyes fixed on the ground, tears threatening to fall down your cheeks. You were quite a catch in the store, everyone knew it, and now Marcus was asserting his dominance at having made you his.

[mattybstqrn]

𝐁𝐞 𝐌𝐲 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞? - 𝐀.𝐖

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐

Female Reader x Alex Walter

Y/n Y/l/n was walking down the halls of your high school as you looked for your boyfriend, Alex Walter, kind of a nerd? yup that's the one. Most people thought your relationship was weird and unexpected, especially because you were popular, and Alex was more of the quiet, shy guy.

But that's just what everyone thought.

He was actually talkative if you really got to know him, he was like the nerd that everyone thought was weird but to you he wasn't, he was a lot more than that, he was sweet, and kind, caring, helpful, smart, funny, and so much more. 

But when you didn't see him in the halls you wondered where he was and became slightly concerned. 

It wasn't like him to not come to school.

You walked over to Cole who was by your guy's lockers, Cole was basically your brother, you guys had been friends longer than you had been friends with Alex. Since you both were popular, Cole for being on the football team and also the hottest guy in school, and you for being on the cheer team and for also being the hottest girl in school, you two had spent quite some time together considering your friend groups mixed.

You guys hadn't talked at first but when you did it was awkward but at some point, you guys grew closer and became friends and then you started to go over to the Walter's and that was when you met Alex.

"Where's Alex?" you questioned Cole who was talking to Erin by your lockers, "Aww, do you miss your boyfriend?" he teased, you rolled your eyes at him and asked again, "I don't know," he shrugged, you wished the two a happy Valentine's Day as you walked away.

You searched the halls looking for him, but he was nowhere to be found.

You then thought it would be a good idea to search outside and when you did, there he stood with a bouquet of flowers, your favorite flowers, with a sweet smile.

Smiling back at him as you rushed over to him, pulling him into a tight hug, "Happy Valentines Day," he whispered into your ear as he held onto you being careful not to smush the flowers, you pulled back and bought him into a passionate kiss.

He then pulled away wanting to kiss back, "Can you wait till after, I ask?" he questioned, you nodded, "Y/n, you are my best friend and girlfriend, and I love you so much, will you be my Valentine?" not even responding you just pulled him into a kiss, hoping that answered his question.

"That answer your question?" you asked pulling away from him, "Yeah," he nodded, pulling you back into the kiss.

"I have another surprise, if you don't mind skipping school?" you nodded in agreement not wanting to be at school at all, "Let's go!"

Alex took Y/n to the Walter household making sure that he snuck into the barn just in case anyone was home.

He took you upstairs to the loft, as they called it, telling you to close your eyes as you used your hands to climb up the latter, he guided you through it as you went up the latter.

 "Now you can take off the blind fold," he told you referring to the fact that you had been complaining about not wanting to wear it and not being able to see.

You told off your blindfold to see...

this set out on a small table that sat on the floor on the loft. You smiled at Alex surprised that he put all of this together in just a few hours. "I love it!" you beamed with a smile, pulling him into a hug and kiss thanking him over and over again.

"There's more," you looked at him incredulously, "More?" you asked, "There doesn't need to be more," you told him, "Well there is," he shrugged, he walked over to a bean bag that sat on the floor in the corner.

He picked up a medium sized red gift bag that was filled with what looked like quite a few things, including wrapping paper, he handed you the bag letting you have at it.

You sent him a thankful smile that he gladly sent back as you two sat down getting comfortable on the hard wood floor. You opened the bag, immediately ripping the wrapping paper out, grabbing each item out one by one.

It was filled with your favorite chips, candies, jewelry, a hair clip, a signed book by your favorite author, a mug, box of chocolates, notebook, since he knows how much you love writing, and a handwritten card.

You thanked him about a hundered times and then finally reached into your backpack for his present, "You didn't have to get me anything," he told you, "It's okay, I wanted to," you shrugged handing him the same bag.

He opened it to see a handwritten card, basically telling him how much you love him and hoped that you guys could spend the rest of your lives together etc. after reading the card with you lying your head on his shoulder, he reached into the bag and pulled out a small box.

"Oh god, what did you do?" he asked, neither of you liked when the other bought expense gifts, you didn't like it because you hated being spoiled but sometimes there was an exception and Alex didn't like it because he knew that you were trying to save up for a car.

"Just open it," 

He opened it to reveal a watch, gold watch.

"I love it! thank you!" he exclaimed pulling you into a hug, "But what happened to saving up for a car?" he asked, "Don't worry about it," you shrugged.

You smiled at him as he put it on and pulled him into a kiss once he was done.

[marislittleworld]

Soooo glad that you’re back!!!💕💕

I was thinking teen!reader gets bullied at school, fights back and then chris and jill are called into the school?

ohoho !! I did a lot of roleplays of this with Character.ai Chris and Jill and their reactions were so funny LMAO. Here it is, dear anonymous

Class fight

WARNINGS: OC!daughter, bullying (but Ana fights back), Father!Chris Redfield and Mother!Jill Valentine, Ana is 13 years old, the principal doesn't like Ana :(

It all started when the school's principal called Jill's phone. As soon as she heard the principal mention Ana, she became worried and angry. After thanking the principal for the information, she hung up and made her way to Chris's office.

Walking through the corridors, Jill stopped right at Chris's office door and knocked. Chris, noticing the angry expression on her face, let her in immediately.

"What's wrong, Jill?" Chris asked, concerned.

"I got a call," Jill answered in an angry tone, "from Ana's school. She got into a fight with a boy in her class."

Chris was shocked and cleared his throat. He'd never imagined that his little girl would get into a fight, though he hoped there was a good reason. He sighed and told Jill they needed to go to Ana's school right away.

When the couple arrived, they headed straight to the principal's office. They saw Ana sitting in a chair in front of the principal's desk, her face bruised. Jill's anger grew at the sight. Wasn't there a school nurse? Why hadn't they taken Ana to the nursery to treat her wounds, and those of the other student?

"Ah, Mr. and Mrs. Redfield, I'm glad you came," the principal said, gesturing for the couple to sit next to Ana.

"What happened, Mr. Anderson? Why did Ana get into a fight?" Jill asked, worriedly holding her daughter's face carefully.

"No reason apparently. Your daughter has been showing some bad behavior these days. Some... delinquency," the principal said in a mocking tone.

"He's lying!" Ana tried to interject, but her father silenced her with a look.

"Shh," Chris shushed her gently.

Jill sighed and asked, "Why do you think it's Ana's fault? I mean, there could be a reason for this fight—"

"Reason?! Why would there be a reason? It's already clear that your daughter is a delinquent. My son would never do that!" the boy's mother protested loudly.

Chris scoffed as he heard the accusation. “Delinquent? Well, you can be sure we’ll get to the bottom of this.”

Jill turned to Ana, her eyes filled with both concern and determination. “Ana, tell us what happened. We want to hear your side.”

Ana took a deep breath, her eyes welling with tears. “I was with Iara during recess when this boy started mocking me, calling me names and pushing me around. I tried to ignore him at first, but he wouldn’t stop. He even started saying things about you and Dad.”

Chris’s eyes darkened, and he clenched his fists. “What kind of things?”

“Just nasty stuff, Dad. I couldn’t take it anymore, so I stood up to him. But he pushed me first. I only fought back because I had to.”

Jill looked at the principal, her voice steady but cold. “Did you see any of this, Mr. Anderson? Or are you just taking the word of one student over another without any real evidence?”

The principal shifted uncomfortably. “Well, we have witnesses who—”

“Witnesses? Or just friends of that boy who would say anything to keep him out of trouble?” Chris interjected, his anger barely contained.

The boy’s mother stood up, pointing a finger at Ana. “Your daughter is lying! My son is a good boy!”

Jill stood up too, meeting the woman's gaze fiercely. “And my daughter is a good girl. She doesn’t lie, and she certainly doesn’t start fights for no reason. We will not sit here and let you accuse her without proof.”

Mr. Anderson cleared his throat, trying to regain control of the situation. “Enough! We will have a thorough investigation. Until then, Ana is suspended from school.”

“Suspended? Without a fair investigation? Absolutely not,” Chris said firmly. “We’ll be contacting the school board about this. Come on, Ana. We’re leaving.”

As they walked out of the principal's office, Jill held Ana close, whispering to her. “We believe you, Ana. We’ll get this sorted out. You did the right thing standing up for yourself.”

Ana nodded, her tears finally spilling over. She holds her dad's hand as they leave the school.

[gojos-thot-patrol]

I have Nanami thirst 🌶️ how about Nanami and his partner making love for the first time and him realizing his partner is a virgin? 🥵

I saved this one for last cause it was the one I wanted to spend the most time on. The perfect ask to end of the Valentines day event with! (Five days later but we don't talk about that part.)

Now Presenting...

Starring Kento Nanami X Virgin!Reader

Excitement and bliss buzzed through your veins as Nanami kissed you, pressing you into the bed while he gingerly nipped at your lip. Your dress was hitched up around your hips, and you had no idea where your boyfriends shirt was. Everything tingled with excitement and anticipation. You moaned softly as one of his hands traveled up massaged your thigh, your hips instinctually bucking up into him.

You had never done this before. You had had plenty of heated make out sessions in the past, but this was different. This was on your bed instead of a couch, clothes had been shed and he was in between your legs, knowingly or not, pushing his hard on into you. Your breathing was heavy as he moved his hand from your thigh to your underwear. He moved your panties to the side, tenderly swiping a finger up your dripping wet folds.

And you froze. You didn’t mean to freeze, but you froze. Your entire body tensed with anticipation and just a little bit of fear. Nanami immediately took notice, removing his hand and sitting up to give you some room. 

“Are you ok?” He asked, concern filling his eyes, “Did I hurt you?”

“N-no no!” you quickly tried to assure him. “It’s ok, I’m ok! It’s just…” Your voice drifted off, unsure how to tell your boyfriend the truth. It was embarrassing to be in your late 20s and a virgin, even more so when your partner of 2 months was clearly way more experienced than you were.

“It’s just what?” He asked gently, trying to urge you to continue. 

“I’ve never done this before.” You muttered. You could see the confusion present on Nanami's face before the realization set in. 

“We don’t have to-” he started, backing away a bit, before you cut him off.

“No, no I want to!” You assured him, taking him by the shoulders and pulling him closer. “I want to. And I want you to be my first..” you muttered softly, smiling gently to him to assure him this is really what you wanted. Nanami hesitated for a second, thinking about the consequences of what you were asking. “Please Nanami?” you asked once last time. 

Maybe it was something in the way you looked at him, or maybe it was the desperation in your voice that tempted him. Honestly, it doesn't really matter. What matters was that his mouth was on yours again and his hand was massaging your thigh again. You moaned slightly under him, less nervous to show just how sensitive you were to his touch now. Something about being with Nanami felt natural. Like when an emo kid loves My Chemical Romance, something about the very act makes the universe make a little more sense. 

His hand moved to the hem of your slip dress, sliding it over your hips and stomach, parting with you long enough to slide it over your shoulders and discarding it somewhere on the floor. Nanami paused to take all of you in. 

“What?” You asked, suddenly feeling self conscious under his intense gaze.

“You’re divine.” He muttered. He’d thought about what you looked like naked more times than he was willing to admit, but he never could have imagined just how stunning you looked. Your chest prickled with embarrassment at his words of affirmation as you tried to think of how to respond. Luckily, you didn’t have you. His lips were back on yours before you really had a chance to respond, and his hands were unhooking your bra. Experimentally, your hands moved to try and undo his belt, deciding if he was undressing you you got to undress him too. 

In a whirlwind all clothes were on the floor and you were back in the same position as before, Nanami kissing you into the bed while his fingers experimentally slipped into your soaking folds. Your head felt like it was filled with cotton and excitement, your nails gripping into him as he slid a finger into you, maneuvering his thumb putting pressure on your clit. You’d touched yourself before but this was different from anything else you had ever experienced. 

“You like that beautiful?” he asked tenderly, curling the finger that was inside of you up, stroking your most sensitive nerves. You moaned out a little pathetically, nodding aggressively, drawing a soft chuckle out of Nanami. “I thought you would.” he hummed.

He slipped another finger into you and you thought you were going to astral project into a different dimension. “Ken-!” You whined a little more pathetically than you would like to admit, losing yourself in his gentle movements. He smiled adoringly down at you, thoroughly loving the way you squirmed and bucked at his touch. Your body started to feel like it was vibrating and you felt a knot tightening in your stomach. You wanted to get as far away from the feeling and chase it as far as it’ll go all at the same time.

 “Think you’re ready for me darling?” Nanami asked. It took you a second to realize what he was asking, your brain was lagging behind the rest of your body. But once you did catch up, you nodded eagerly.

“Yes, please,” You moaned, “I need you.” Those words were music to Nanami’s ears. He pulled his fingers away from your weeping pussy to his mouth, sucking them clean in what had to be both the most vulgar and the absolute hottest display you had ever seen. It stirred up feelings of anticipation and excitement in your stomach that you were sure showed in the way you bit your lip.

Nanami pulled back enough to adjust himself and you finally got a good look at what he was packing. That was definitely thicker than anything else that had been inside of you. Granted, the only other thing that had been inside of you was a cheap dildo you got from Spencers on clearance, but STILL.

“That’s not gonna fit,” you blurted out without thinking.

“Well that's rather flattering of you.” Nanami admitted. 

“Ken, really that’s not gonna fit…” You muttered softly. Nanami shook his head and lovingly kissed your forehead. 

“I think it will.” He admitted, “But, if you’re unsure we don’t have to go any further.”

“I want to..” You admitted, “Just…go slow, ok?” Nanami chuckled softly at your request.

“That was always the plan Darling.” He assured you before lining himself back up. Slowly, gently, he pushed himself inside. Now, granted, you had always expected your first time to hurt way more than this. But, the stretch was still uncomfortable and made you groan as you pulled at his hair. He stilled, giving you time to adjust to him and waiting for you to give him the green light before pushing again.

“Fuck Y/n, you feel amazing..” Nanami groaned, struggling to maintain his composure. By the time he had bottomed out you thought you were going to explode. You had never felt so full before and the pain was giving way to pleasure. “It’s like you were made for me.” Nanami moaned, struggling to stay still inside you. 

You took a deep breath, then nodded, letting him know it was safe for him to move. And move he did! He found his rhythm quick, setting a pace that had you melting into his arms. You began to see fireworks burst in front of your eyes as he found your most sensitive inner nerves. The near scream you let out let him know he was onto something, and he made sure to hit that spot with every stroke. 

Your body electrified as a knot started to form in your stomach. You wanted to get as far away from this feeling and chase it as far as it will go all at the same time. Your head felt lost in the clouds as it dropped all the dopamine it had to offer into your nervous system.

“I-I’m close..” You whimpered to your boyfriend.

“Then cum for me.” Nanami moaned, moving one of his hands to massage expert circles into your clit. That was game over for you. You felt your body convulse and burst with ecstasy and euphoria. Lighting spread though every inch of your body as the knot in your stomach snapped and you came undone under your lover. Nanami wasn’t too far behind you, your clenching pussy pushing him over the edge as he came inside you, losing himself (and his mind apparently) in his own bliss. 

The two of you laid there for a moment, breathing heavily as you returned to your bodies. Nanami pulled out, leaving you feeling distinctly empty as he moved to lay next to you,pulling you close to his chest.

“Holy fuck, thats what I’ve been missing out on?!” You blurted out, causing Nanami to fall into an absolute fit of laughter. 

“I guess so.” He chuckled as he regained his composure. “Don’t worry. I’m sure well make up for lost time.”

[that-blue-vault-dweller]

Hello I hope you are doing well. Are you still doing Fallout 4 companions react? If you are I got a funny one for you. How would the companions react to someone telling the Sole Survivor to act her age, and she immediately plays dead.

Thank you! I'm doing quite well, and I hope you are, too! I hope you enjoy this one! 🥰 I know I loved writing it 😂

Cait - Despite the fact that she is utterly fuming at the person who had dared tell F!Sole that, she cannot help but snort in amusement when she understands the reason she fell to the ground. F!Sole's sense of humor is undyingly (no pun intended) awful and literal, but it is a nice way to put the person in their place.

Curie - Misses the joke at first and is immediately at F!Sole's side, worrying for her health because people don't collapse for no reason. However, when she understands the joke, she does find it rather funny, but only after she has ensured Madame's safety.

Piper - Almost immediately falls to the ground laughing with her Blue because her naturally smart-mouthed self INSTANTLY gets it. However, she manages to hold herself together long enough to make a sarcastic quip to the rude person saying something along the lines of "Ask and ye shall receive."

MacCready - Takes him a second to get it, but he cannot help but find it extremely funny when he does. He laughs a little as he gives the person the stink-eye until they go away and leave him and his "dead" friend alone.

Deacon - Falls to the ground with her before he fully understands the joke. No explanations or anything, he just goes and plays dead alongside her just to further mess with the person that had told her to act her age. He's always in for a good prank.

Codsworth - Laughs happily. The joke doesn't take long to occur to him, and he is more than eager to support her attempts to ward off the haters. He scolds the person, making sure to make a few clever comments himself.

Hancock - Would have just assumed stab them as look at them for saying something like that to F!Sole, but when she fell to the ground in response, he waits for just a couple of beats, trying to figure out what she's doing. As soon as it dawns on him, he is instantly cackling loudly and unashamedly at her clever way of putting the person in their place.

Danse - Is somewhat embarrassed and terribly taken off-guard by the display. He is instantly dragging her up and leaving because this is not an honorable sort of way to represent the Brotherhood or if it's Post-BB, it's not a way to conduct oneself in public regardless. -5/10, not outstanding.

Preston - Is somewhat shocked that his general is behaving this way, but it is slightly funny despite his reservations about how this must represent the Minutemen. He just sort of looks away awkwardly until she is done.

Valentine - Just sighs tiredly and he gets it instantly. However, he can't help enjoying the joke despite the ridiculousness of the entire thing. After a few moments, he asks her if acting his age was dead, too, and if he should go ahead and join her.

X6-88 - Is terribly unamused. This is a waste of time. It would have been more fitting to simply threaten the person or skip the formalities and simply shoot them. But he lets her have her fun despite how silly it is.

Dogmeat - Does not understand the humor and is instantly confused and a little concerned when she falls over. He sniffs her carefully, trying to figure out if she is alright. However, when he sees she's okay, he barks excitedly, taking the opportunity to lick her face now that she's more conveniently at his level.

Strong - Is instantly confused and he kicks her side a little to see if she's really alive or if she just fell over dead for real. When she quickly comes back to life to assure him of her livelihood, he gets angry. "Why tiny human pretend to be dead when NOT dead?!!! MAKES NO SENSE!!!"

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Shut Up, Marc

Marc Spector X f!Reader

Part 2 of 28 in the February Fluff and Fuck 2023 Challenge

Day 2 Prompt - Friends to Lovers

Summary: After a bad breakup, you call your close friend Marc to come and pick you up. You don't feel like going home to be alone on Valentine's Day, so he agrees to take you to his place for the night.

Tags/Warnings: NSFW, smut, porn with some plot, Jake and Steven make minor appearances, mentions of reader's father w/ alcoholism and abusing mother (non-explicit), valentine's day fic, friends to lovers

Word Count: 4k

You were standing on the sidewalk outside of your, now, exes house with a river of tears falling down your cheeks. When you looked at your phone, you saw the time was 11:01pm. It was late, too late to call anyone. You were certain that in this small town there wouldn’t even be a cab available. As your mind raced through names of people who could help, you realized who you should’ve thought of first and foremost.

You remembered when Marc had told you, anytime you need anything, you just call me, alright? Surely it was too late, but you didn’t have anyone else you could think of that would come get you at that hour on Valentine’s Day.

Your mother had told you that Kevin was no good from the first day you’d met him, but you didn’t listen of course. You liked the way he made you laugh, and he was a damn good cook. None of that made up for the fact that just then, when you’d come over to surprise him for what was supposed to be the most romantic day of the year, you’d found him pressed, hips to ass with another woman.

With shaking hands, and blurred vision, you called Marc.

When he answered, he croaked out your name in his sleep drunk state, “...what’s going on? It’s…it’s past eleven at night. Are you ok?”

“M-Marc…” You whimpered, trying to keep yourself from sobbing over the phone.

“Are you hurt?” He immediately sounded awake, as though he wasn’t just woken from sleep. He was so intense sometimes, it took you off guard.

“N-no, Marc nothing like that.” You said.

“Then what is it?” He asked, concerned.

“I’m going to be at Bixie’s Crossroads, can you come get me?” You asked, voice cracking under your sorrow.

“Be there in ten.” He said, hanging up the phone.

You knew he lived twenty minutes from Bixie’s, but if Marc Spector said that he was going to be somewhere, he would be there, and he would be there on time or earlier. You felt cold, having worn only a cute and short dress in an effort to impress your now ex boyfriend. The heels you were in had you in agony as you approached the gas station where you’d wait for Marc. You hoped the blisters on your ankles would heal quickly.

Marc finally showed up and rushed over to you.

“Hey…” he said your name, “are you ok?”

You nodded, holding yourself tight and shivering. He immediately saw how cold you were and removed his coat, wrapping it over your shoulders before ushering you to the truck. After helping you into your seat, he got back in on the driver’s side and then started driving. You pulled your seatbelt over yourself and tugged his coat around you tightly.

“Was it that asshole Kevin?” He asked. “You know I always-”

“Can you please just shut up.” You said more harshly than you meant to.

“I have to ask…am I taking you home or…” He was timid when asking you a question after you’d snapped at him to shut up.

“I don’t want to impose, but I’d rather not go home so I don’t have to hear, I told you so, from my Mom too.” You crossed your arms over your chest and looked into the side mirror.

Your makeup was running down your face. It was such a mess that some had even spilled onto your cleavage. Marc was quiet for a while, you knew he was trying to think of something to say, and after a moment of calming down, you weren’t as upset with him when he spoke to you again.

“Jake is pissed off.” You looked over at Marc. “He is yelling at me to go fight the guy.” Marc chuckled.

“If I thought it would change anything, I’d let him.” You looked back out the window.

“I’m surprised you didn’t want Steven. He’s a lot better at this kind of thing you know.” Marc pointed out.

He was right. You’d known Marc and his alters for a long time, and of course you loved them all dearly and the roles they played in your life, but when you thought about who you really needed when you were standing outside of your ex's house in heaving sobs, it was Marc. Marc always knew how to take care of you, and he was the one you wished you could talk to.

You remembered being a kid, he was a few years older than you, and your dad was fucked up again, drunk out of his mind and taking it out on your mother. Marc was fifteen, you were nine. His father and your father had been friends, that’s how you’d met. You were sitting outside that night, listening to your parents fighting inside and Marc happened to be walking by on his way to the convenience store. He saw you, and walked over to you.

He didn’t say anything, he just held you on the doorstep and rubbed your shoulder while you cried. That was also the first time you learned about Steven. Saying Marc knew how to take care of you, meant that he knew how to make sure you were safe, and out of harm’s way. He didn’t like the parts that came after, the comforting and the telling you, everything will be alright, he didn’t think he should be the one to do that. He didn’t think he was good enough to be that support system for you.

So many times after that you would turn to Marc to help you when you needed him, and so many times he would rescue you from whatever issue you found yourself in, and so many times he would dip out when it got emotionally difficult to handle. Even then, as you sat in his truck while he drove through town, nearly at his house, you were waiting for him to go into hiding and let Steven take over.

“I need you, Marc.” You said, keeping your eyes out the window.

More silence filled the small space.

When Marc pulled into the driveway of his house, you both got out of the truck. You followed him up the driveway in your aching feet. You couldn’t wait to get inside and take off your heels, and you wished you’d worn something more practical. Marc muttered something unintelligible at his window, no doubt one of the boys still talking about you, while he fumbled with his keys before he finally opened the door and ushered you inside.

Warmth.

You felt the heat envelop you the moment you walked through the door, but you didn’t want to take off Marc’s jacket yet. You clutched it around yourself, feeling the fabric wrapping you in a sense of comfort and safety. It smelled like him, and that alone was enough to make you feel better.

“Do you want me to grab you some sweats and a shirt? Might be a little big on you, but it will probably be more comfortable than what you’re wearing.” He offered, dropping his keys in a dish on a table by the door.

“Yeah, that would be great, Marc.” You caught a glimpse of yourself in the entryway mirror and sighed heavily. “Actually, can I hop in the shower first? I’m a mess.”

“Oh, yeah, yeah sure. Bathroom is right down the hall over there. Towels are on the shelf in there.” He said, pointing to the left of the dining room.

Now you removed the jacket, handing it to him. You went to the bathroom and washed away the night. You washed away the makeup that had run down your cheeks after all the crying you’d done, and you washed away the perfume that Kevin had always told you was his favorite that you wore just for him. You were left with nothing but embarrassment, and frustration.

When you stepped out of the shower, you could hear Steven talking and he sounded upset. You had a feeling you knew why he had control now, and you were sure you’d find out for sure when you were finished in the bathroom. Steam billowed around you when you stepped into the hall, and you heard Steven stop speaking abruptly. They were talking about you. Of course they were, what else would they have been talking about?

You turned left and could see Steven standing in the living room holding a set of clothes neatly folded in his hands, outstretched to you.

“Hi, Steven.” You said, walking over and grabbing the clothes from him.

“Hi…” Steven said your name. “Marc is erm…”

“I don’t care. He always does this to me.” You started to choke up again, but you didn’t like making Steven feel bad so you turned away. “Thanks for these clothes.”

“Oh, don’t cry, it’s going to be alright, love.” He said gently, touching your back. “Look I tried to tell Marc that you needed him tonight, but he really insisted that he thought I was best for the job.”

“He’s always running away on me when I’m upset. I know it’s hard for him, but I need him.” You looked at Steven again. “I care about you Steven, and Jake too, but sometimes I just need Marc.” You let out a heavy sigh. “Nevermind. I’m just gonna go change and then head to bed I guess.”

Steven looked heartbroken for you as you stepped away from him and made your way to the bathroom again. You dried yourself and pouted at your puffy eyes in the mirror. This wasn’t how this night was supposed to go. You should’ve been curled up with Kevin watching a crappy movie pretending that you didn’t feel his erection poking your hip until he couldn’t stand it anymore and you let him take you in the bedroom. Instead you were listening to Steven arguing with the other two in the living room from the bathroom of their house.

When you walked out, he was hushed again, and looking at you softly. His cheeks were all red from the arguing. You could tell he was distressed. He hated arguing, and he especially hated it when the three of them were in disagreement. You imagined it must be hard to have three minds in one body all pulling different directions.

“Steven, you don’t have to argue with him anymore, I’m good.” You pressed your lips together tightly. “Marc, I know you can hear me. I get it, I want you to know I’m not mad, it just really sucks. I needed you.”

“For what it’s worth, you can talk to me if you need an ear, or you can just y’know, cry on my shoulder if you want.” Steven offered, looking now like he needed a hug.

You sighed, “I really think I’m just going to go to bed.” You insisted. “I’m tired.”

“There’s only the one bed now. The guest room is getting renovated, so you go ahead and sleep in my room. I’ll sleep out here.” He said.

“I’m not going to take your bed Steven.” You said. “I can sleep-”

“I insist. It’s much more comfortable and you had a hard night.” He wasn’t going to take no for an answer, that much was clear.

You nodded. “Alright then. Thanks Steven. I appreciate you so, so much.”

Of the three of them, you’d only hugged Marc and Steven, and Steven gave the best hugs by far. You would think that something like a hug, being from the same body, wouldn’t be any different regardless of who was in control, but Steven’s hugs were easy to melt into, like they softened every part of you. He was so warm.

“Keep your chin up, love.” Steven said, “you’re really amazing and you deserve better than whatever that horrible person did to you.”

“Thank you Steven. Truly.” You said, waving goodnight to him as you headed down the hall to their bedroom.

As you walked into the room, you felt a sense of sadness wash over you. You were alone again, and even your closest friend wasn’t going to be there to comfort you. You thought about going back out to the living room to take Steven up on his offer for a good shoulder cry, and even ask him to sleep in the bed with you, but you decided against it. You couldn’t give Marc the satisfaction of using Steven as an emotional sponge when he hid from you.

Ever since you and Marc had become friends, you knew Marc was like this, constantly wallowing in self-pity and self-loathing. You thought about the time that you two tried to date after you were nineteen and he had just turned twenty-five, and he quite literally told you that he was, too messed up to bring you down with him. He even managed to, through a night of painful sobbing of his own, tell you about the trauma that caused it all in the first place. Despite all of it, you still cared about him, and you still loved him and wanted to date him, but he refused to, as he put it, put you through that.

So the two of you had remained just friends through all that time. Over the years you got to know Steven and Jake too, and you cared for them as much as you cared for Marc, even though Jake could be a little rough around the edges at times. Right now though, you needed your best friend. You needed the man who had been there from the beginning.

He always felt like his comforting wasn’t good enough, and like you deserved a better friend. No matter how many times you told him that you didn’t need someone to hold your hand or dry your tears, that you just needed him to be there and let you talk, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Steven told you once that he thought seeing you upset bothered Marc so much that he couldn’t bear to see it without feeling the need to hide.

It didn’t matter now, he was out there, hiding from you, and you were in his bed, curled up under his blankets and wetting his pillows with your damp hair and still streaming tears. You froze when you heard the door open. You sat up and looked through the darkness and saw him standing there.

“Steven?” You asked, squinting your puffy eyes.

“No, it’s me.” Marc said quietly.

“Marc.” You said, relieved. “Come here, please.” You practically begged, holding up one end of the blanket and beckoning him to join you.

He walked over and got into the bed, laying his head down and looking at you. His eyes were so pretty, glistening in what little light the moon provided through the window above the headboard. He reached up a hand and wiped away a tear with his thumb. His hand stayed on your cheek. You smiled and leaned into his touch.

“I’m an asshole.” He said quietly.

“I know you don’t mean to be.” You said. “I know this isn’t easy for you, so thank you.”

“Come here.” He whispered, pulling you in tightly.

You nestled into his chest and wrapped your arm around him. You felt his soft breathing against your body, the beat of his heart was quick, but soothing. There was nothing you wanted more than to feel him like this forever. 

“You know, I can’t help but feel responsible for this.” He said after some time. 

You pulled back and looked up at him. “How? You didn’t have anything to do with it.”

“If I didn’t push you away all those times…” He groaned, “nevermind. You’d just be crying over something I did instea-”

You cut him off with your lips on his. It was likely he was going to push you away, and it was possible you were rebounding from what had happened with Kevin, but you didn’t care. This was what you needed right now, this was the comfort that you craved. His lips were just as soft as you’d imagined for all those years.

Marc tensed for a second, you were ready for him to shove you away in surprise, but he didn’t. Instead you felt him relax before wrapping his arms around you further. When the kiss finally broke, he just stared at you, looking from your lips to your eyes and back again before going back in. Your mouths melted into each other in sweet rhythm and repetition.

“I’m so sorry.” He said breathlessly.

“Marc, just shut the fuck up.” You said, going in for another bruising kiss.

You wrapped a leg over his and you immediately felt the hardness of his cock pressing against you. You’d had fantasies about fucking Marc before, back before you tried dating each other, and you never thought you’d actually get the chance to do it. You separated your lips from his just to place more kisses along his stubbled jawline. The moment your mouth touched the soft skin of his neck, you heard a quiet breathy moan escape him followed by a needy grind of his cock against your clothed cunt.

“Is this something you really want?” He asked. “I don’t want you to-”

“Marc!” You said, leaving his neck to look incredulously into his hooded and lusty eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, shut the fuck up Marc, I got it.” He closed his mouth over yours once more, filling you with his needy moans.

You felt his hands begin to explore from your back down to your hip as you returned your mouth to his neck. You were grinding gently against him, feeling your hand working its way down to his hip as well, and slipping into the waistband. He let out a shuttered breath when you started getting a little rougher with your neckplay, sucking the skin there between your teeth.

“F-fuck.” He whispered, churning his hips with a desperation for even the slightest friction.

“You like that, Marc?” You asked against his throat. “You like when I tease you like this?”

“Yeah, yeah I do.” His voice cracked.

You slipped your hand into the waistband further, gently running your fingertips over the shaft of his long cock. You felt him let out a soft whine as he became more desperate. He slid his hand further into your sweats as well. You hadn’t realized how wet you were until his callused middle fingertip touched between your folds. A sound somewhere between a groan and a whimper escaped you.

“Shit, you’re so wet. Damn.” He said, voice becoming more airy and hungry. He slid a finger into your hole. “And tight.”

“Think you can fit?” You asked, wrapping your hand around his girth. “You’re so thick, Marc.”

“I’m gonna try like hell.” He promised, now rolling you so that you were on your back.

You pulled your hand from his cock and reached again for his waistband, pulling eagerly in an attempt to free his erection from the cloth. He assisted you, getting his pants and underwear off before tossing them to the side as though they’d done him wrong. Then you took yours off quickly, trying to get him inside of you as soon as you could. Marc was the type that could change his mind in a moment’s notice, and you didn’t want him backing out now that he’d come so far.

Your legs were spread out under him, the cool air nipping at the wet folds. He brushed the head of his cock at your entrance, testing his size against your small hole. You weren’t a virgin, far from it, but he was bigger than anyone you’d had before, and you knew it would probably be a little painful.

“Will you let me know if I’m hurting you?” He looked at you expectantly.

“For fuck’s sake, Marc, please just-”

He grunted as he slowly pushed past your threshold and deep into you. You muttered an, oh, shit, as he pulled back out again and repeated the process. He sounded so good, groaning with every thrust to the hilt. You arched your back, trying to get him in as deep as you could. This inspired one of his hands to lift under the shirt you wore and latch to your breast. He pinched your nipple before kissing you more, stealing your moans into his mouth.

You wished now that you’d pressed harder when Marc pushed you away years ago. You wished that you’d fought him harder and made him see reason. Another thrust, deep and intentional, forcing your cunt to pulsate over him.

“You sound so good baby, your sweet moans are just…fuck.” He breathed heavily, grunting more, moving harder and faster.

He leaned back up, lifting his shirt up so he could watch himself as he fucked you. You could see it too when you leaned up. His thick length sliding all the way back, almost ready to drop out, before he pushed it back in slowly. You touched your hand to his abdomen, in love with the way it rippled with each fierce movement. There wasn’t a more beautiful sight, not one you could imagine, than Marc watching himself proudly as he filled your hole. His hair was disheveled at this point, sticking to his face, but he looked so good.

“Feels so good Marc, I don’t think I’m going to last much longer.” You whined, feeling your core heating the harder he fucked you.

“Good, I can’t wait to feel your pussy crushing my cock baby.” He was close too, you could feel it in the way his movement became more rapid, nearly bruising your cunt with the strength at which he slammed into you.

“I like it when you call me that.” You admitted. He dropped his shirt and turned his attention back to you.

“Good, that’s really good, baby.” His tone became dark and husky as he leaned forward and grabbed you tightly.

“Are you going to fill me, Marc? You gonna fill me with your cum?” You asked, feeling your climax rising inside of you.

“You want me to? I’d love that.” He buried his face into your neck. “Just tell me.”

“Yes Marc, I want you to…I need you to fill me up.” You begged. “I’m right there, I’m-oh.”

You trembled under Marc’s frame, your cunt doing just as he said he’d wanted and contracting down over his thick cock in a hard pulsating motion. You were making a sound between a scream and a groan. Marc didn’t waste time joining you, his body seizing as his cock throbbed inside of you, stretching you and filling you as full as it could. He stayed like that, holding you in an embrace that you wished would last a lifetime.

When he finally stepped back and climbed off the bed on wobbling legs, he left the room and came back a moment later with a towel. The way he tossed it at you…you knew it wasn’t him anymore. You knew he must’ve taken over when Marc walked out of the room. He crossed his arms over his chest. It didn’t matter to you that one of his alters was seeing you naked, what bothered you was the fact that it was…

“Jake. Give Marc back the body.” You demanded.

“So, are you going to tell me where Kevin lives, or am I going to have to track him down myself, cariño?”

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Silver+GN!Reader

Reader got sick after staying up(fever maybe?), probably because they have a lot of work to do and forgot about the day. And Silver came to visit to take care of them.

Lovesick

author note: sorry for the wait! Silver is such a good boyyy i just wanna squish his cheeks aaaaa o(≧▽≦)o it was fun to write for characters i don't usually write for, and Silver is such an interesting character. There is only a few Valentines requests left now. Hope you enjoy!

characters: Silver x GN!Reader

History of magic essays. Alchemy homework. Animal linguistics homework. Biology homework. Magical analysis essays. Your workload was never ending, and unsurprisingly Grim was nowhere to be found. Heaving a heavy sigh, you looked over your desk, crowded with books and papers that you had somehow managed to drag back to Ramshackle from the library. You had been working in the library since classes had ended that day and had only decided to leave once you had realised it was already late evening. You had hoped that you would run into Grim, who has been suspiciously absent from your library study session, either on the way home or once you had reached Ramshackle, but as usual luck was not on your side.

Your stomach growled as you sat down your desk, reminding you that you had skipped dinner. You looked down at your stomach and then back at the papers on your desk, and you knew that you didn’t have time to cook anything. The ridiculous amount of work you had to do was daunting enough that you even considered approaching Azul of all people for help, but in the end, you’d rather throw Grim under the bus than sacrifice one of your organs in a deal with the Octavinelle housewarden.

You got to work, pen scratching at paper as you continued with one of the essays that you had started earlier. You vaguely noticed that you hadn’t heard Grim come home yet, but you were too engrossed in your work and knew you wouldn’t be able to go out looking for him anyway. Perhaps he had decided to sleep at Heartslabyul tonight? You pondered that thought briefly, before your mind wandered back to your work, and you didn’t even realised the hours were slipping by…

“… human…”

“…nchhuman…”

“Hench human!!”

You jolted awake and were immediately assaulted by a painful throbbing in your head. You hadn’t even realised that you had fallen asleep at your desk, the papers from your work the night before stuck to your face. You sat up slowly, and you could feel Grim’s concerned gaze on you as you pulled the paper off of your face and set them back on the desk. You felt awful, shivers wracking your form, an awful pounding in your skull and a soreness in your throat. Grim scampered forward on the desk and pressed a paw to your forehead, only to immediately pull it back.

“Myaaah! Hench human, you’re all hot! You made yourself sick by stayin’ up all night, what were you thinking?!”

If you weren’t feeling so terrible, you’d have likely throttled Grim for his careless attitude, but right now you could only groan. Rustling through the papers on your desk, you shoved all of the work you had completed last night into Grim’s arms. “Take this and make sure you hand it in to the correct teachers. Go to classes today, and don’t cause any trouble. Do you understand, Grim?” Your voice came out strained and squeaky, a clear sign of how unwell you were feeling.

Grim stared at you with wide eyes and he hesitated, guilt starting to crawl into his expression. “You’re not comin’ to school? Don’tcha want me to stay and take care of you?” He asked, only to be startled when you stood from the desk shakily and began to make your way over to your bed. “No,” you groaned, laying heavily down on the bed and pulling the sheets over your head, “just go to school and stay out of trouble, please.” Silence fell in the room, and you vaguely heard the scratching of paws as Grim left the room before you quickly passed back out into a dreamless sleep.

When you woke, you had no idea what time it was or how long you had slept. You rolled over groggily, reaching blindly for your phone. You felt no better than you had earlier, and you cursed your own stupidity for getting yourself in this state. Whilst Grim might have not been helpful, its not like he forced you to stay up all night and fall asleep at your desk. You sighed and checked the time on your phone. 6:00 pm. You had slept all day. You swiped aimlessly at your notifications tab and felt your heart drop.

You were meant to go with Silver today to his club activities and you had completely forgotten. And he had messaged you and now it looks like you ghosted him! You groaned into your pillow and your throat protested the action. You steeled yourself, deciding to journey downstair to get some water and then message Silver back profusely apologising, praying that he’d be understanding about the situation. You’d barely taken two steps out of the bed when you heard a gentle knocking at the front door of Ramshackle. You groaned again, your throat scratching from the action. You really didn’t want to deal with anyone today, wanting nothing more to crawl back into bed and let the world swallow you up. The knock was definitely too polite to be Ace. Perhaps it was Deuce, coming to check up on you? You were distracted from your thoughts when the door knocked again, a little louder this time. Shakily, you made your way down the stairs, shuffling slowly through the corridors and making your way to the Ramshackle entrance. If it was Deuce, you could probably explain that you just needed some rest and get rid of him. Its not like anyone else was likely to come by. Gripping the doorhandle, you pulled open the door, readying to send Deuce back home…

Only to see Silver standing on your doorstep with a large bag and a rather shocked expression at the sight of you.

“Oh…” You managed to croak out, staring at Silver with wide eyes. There was a beat of silence between the two of you before Silver stepped forward, gently prying the doorhandle from your hands, and entering the dorm. “Grim told me that you weren’t feeling well but I didn’t realise it was this bad…” He murmured, shutting the door to Ramshackle behind him. “’m sorry… I was about to message you back…” You managed to croak out, only for Silver to shake his head. “Don’t be. You can’t help that you’re sick,” Silver said gently, resting a hand on your shoulder, “you should be in bed resting. I’m sorry, I thought Grim was home and would be able to let me in…”

It hadn’t even occurred to you that Grim wasn’t at home. You didn’t have much time to think about it though, as you felt a light push on your shoulder. “Come on, let’s get you back to bed.” Silver murmured, trying to urge you back down the corridor. “It’s okay, let me get you a drink or something, for coming all this way…” You took some steps, aiming to go to the kitchen, but a wave of light-headedness suddenly washed over you and you felt yourself sway. Everything happened so fast. One moment you were feeling like you were about to collapse in the hallway, and for a second you thought you had when you heard a distinct ‘thunk’ on the floor, only to feel a warmth surround you instead. Once your head had finally stopped spinning and the light-headedness had receded, you opened your eyes to see Silver gazing down at you with a furrowed brow, concern clear in his eyes as he held you up.

“Easy, there. Just give me a second…” Silver murmured, his voice so calm and reassuring that you didn’t move a muscle. He shifted you in his grip, one of his arms circling your back before he was… Suddenly lifting you up?!

“Silver!” You managed to stutter out as Silver lifted you in a fireman’s carry, flushing red as your cheek came in contact with his shoulder. Silver ignored your protests as he began to walk down the corridor and climb the stairs to your room, carrying you with ease. It was easy for him to find your bedroom, you having left the door wide open when you had left to answer the door, and before long Silver was tucking you into your bed, making sure that the sheets were securely wrapped around you and your pillows were comfortably positioned. Your cheeks had flared so red that you were resisting the urge to hide your face under the sheets in an attempt to hide your blush. The redness of your cheeks only made Silver look over you with more concern, however, reaching down to place the back of his hand against your forehead. “Hmm… Your cheeks are quite red, and you seem to have a high fever…” He muttered, mostly to himself as he retracted his hand from your forehead and stood, ���stay in bed, I’ll be right back.” His tone was firm but his smile kind as he left the room, and soon you could hear the sounds of movement downstairs, the soft clattering of porcelain and the whistle of a kettle boiling. You fidgeted in your bed, feeling awkward at letting Silver do so much when he was technically a guest in your home, but you were too exhausted to do much about it. You sank into the pillows, letting out a low groan and wincing when your sore throat protested once again, remembering that you had intended to get some water when you were downstairs. But as if he could sense it, Silver soon reappeared, carrying a steaming teacup in one hand and a glass of water in the other. He placed the teacup on the bedside table before passing you the water carefully, “the tea has honey in it and will help soothe your throat but might be a bit too hot right now, so start with the water, it’s important you stay hydrated.” You gratefully took the glass, taking a sip immediately. Your throat protested the feeling at first, but slowly the tepid water began to soothe your throat. Before you knew it, Silver was leaving the room again and you could only wonder what he was doing, hearing the soft sounds of clattering coming from what seemed to be the kitchen.

You’d drained your glass of water fairly quickly, knowing your throat was dry but not realising how dehydrated you truly were. You had just started sipping on the tea when Silver finally returned, carrying another steaming bowl of… Soup?

“I made it myself! Don’t worry, I didn’t let Fa—Lilia anywhere near it.” He stated quickly, mistaking your confused expression for apprehension against the dish. He waited for you to place your teacup back on the bedside table before he carefully laid a tea towel over your lap before placing the hot bowl of soup on your lap. The scent of the soup wafted up and your stomach growled loudly, making your cheeks flush even further. If Silver heard, he thankfully didn’t acknowledge it as he grabbed your desk chair and carried it over to your bed so he could sit at your bedside. “You didn’t have to do all this, Silver—” You began but he cut your off quickly with a shake of his head, “I went looking for you when you didn’t respond to my messages… I found Grim at lunch, and he explained the situation.” You could only briefly wonder what exactly Grim had explained before Silver continued speaking, “I immediately went back to the dorm after classes had ended to prepare some soup for you and then I came as soon as I could.”

You were semi-thankful for your illness for being a suitable cover for how red your cheeks were, charmed from Silver’s thoughtful behaviour. “Honestly Silver, thank you…” You smiled gratefully at him, and he gave you a kind smile back that had your heart beating faster. To distract yourself, you grabbed the spoon and took a mouthful of soup, only for your eyes to widen as the delicious flavour filled your mouth. “Silver, this is delicious…!” You exclaimed, not being able to stop yourself from digging heartily into the soup. Silver smiled softly at you as he watched you happily eat the soup, “I’m glad you like it, I’ve been making it ever since I was a child. It’s simple, but very nutritious.” He said, and you found yourself intrigued by his words. “Oh, did you help in the kitchen a lot as a child?” You asked curiously, taking the opportunity to get to know Silver more.

“Well, it was more that my father would take trips away from home sometimes, so I would have to fend for myself.” Silver said casually, and your eyes widened. That sounded… Unusual, but you didn’t want to pry and make him feel uncomfortable, so you just nodded, “that must have been a little lonely…” You said, offering him a conciliatory smile only to be surprised when Silver shook his head with a soft smile. “Not really, I always had my animal friends to keep me company until Father returned.” You couldn’t help but laugh at his words, mostly in disbelief. Silver was always full of surprises.

You and Silver continued speaking long after you’d finished your soup, the hours passing by as Silver shared stories of his youth, and you shared stories about your own world. Before you knew it, the evening had grown late and you were yawning, exhaustion beginning to creep in again even with Silver having distracted you from your sickness. “You should get some rest…” Silver said softly as he stood, moving your chair back to your desk. He grabbed the empty soup bowl and empty water glass before moving towards the door, “I’ll do the dishes before I leave and get you another glass of water too.” You smiled at him, your heart feeling warm from how well he was taking care of you. “Thanks Silver…” He gave you another soft smile before he disappeared downstairs, and you could again here the soft sounds of clattering porcelain in the kitchen. You fluffed your pillows and checked your phone whilst you waited for Silver to return, replying to a concerned message left from Deuce in your group chat with the duo. When Silver returned with a refilled glass of water, he looked surprisingly flustered, a light flush of pink dusting his cheeks.

“Are you okay? I didn’t get you sick, did I?” You asked with concern, sitting up and gripping the bedsheets. Your heartfelt concern only coloured Silver’s cheeks further and he cleared his throat, gently placing the glass of water on the bedside table but avoiding your gaze. “Um… No, I… I was packing my bags to leave, and I found something that I had forgot to give you…” You tilted your head, watching him curiously as he fidgeted by your bedside, noticing now that he was clutching a box in one of his hands now. You thought it would just be something to help with your sickness, so you held out your hand for it casually, not noticing how your action had caused Silver’s cheeks to flare with further blush. Plucking up his courage, he handed the box over to you, valiantly hiding the nervous shaking of his hands. “I made these for you… Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/N.”

You stared down blankly at the box in your hands, and it took a moment for you register the meaning of his words. What he had handed you was a small box of chocolates, simple chocolates shaped like hearts laid out neatly in rows. This was a… Valentine’s gift because today was… Valentine’s Day…

The chocolates slipped from your grip and landed softly on your bedsheets as you covered your face with both of your hands, your cheeks flushing the brightest that had all day. “Oh no Silver I’m so sorry, I completely forgot!” You wailed out, the sounds muffled by your hands as you felt mortification wash over you. Oh, how you wish the ground could swallow you up right now. “It’s fine! I don’t expect anything back!” Silver quickly replied, his hands outstretched and his own pink cheeks deepening in colour as he continued to speak, “I… I just really wanted to give you something today…” You squealed internally at his words, your heart racing and your cheeks burning at his words. Whilst it was true that you and Silver had been moving past the friend stage on the months leading up to Valentine’s Day, you had never expected him to make such a confession today. Plucking up your courage, you peeked at Silver through your fingers, seeing him staring at you nervously with pink cheeks. Slowly you took your hands away from your face, gazing back at him shyly. “Thank you, Silver… I planned to make you something too but… I lost track of the days…” You sighed, looking down as you wrung your hands in your lap, feeling like you had ruined the perfect moment by being so distracted with your workload. Suddenly, warmth engulfed your hands as Silver placed one of his hands over yours and gave them a soft squeeze. You looked up to see that Silver had kneeled beside your bedside and was giving you a soft smile, his cheeks still flushed pink.

“It’s okay, Y/N. I don’t need any gifts. All I need is you.”

[earthtoharlow]

Teach Me

2) February

AN: Part 2 of Teach Me

Thank you to @harlowcomehome for helping me with this, ily ����💜

MASTERLIST

“You sure you don’t want me to run to the store for you?” Jack asked from the floor as he was playing dress up with Jayla.

Alyssa shook her head no. “I got it, babe. I’ll be in and out. Just grabbing a few things for Jayla for Valentine’s Day.” She says with a laugh and an eye roll. 

“And hopefully for me too.” 

“Maybe” Alyssa said with a wink, knowing she already had a plan for them. 

She could tell Jack was still worried, he never liked when she left the house late at night. Alyssa walked over, bending down to give him a sweet kiss on the lips. “You worry too much, princess” 

“That’s not funny.” Jack told her, trying to hold in his laughter. Jayla was only 2 but slowly became obsessed with makeup/hair after watching her mother do her own every morning. So now Jack was currently sitting on the floor with lipstick smeared over his lips and barrettes in his hair, with a crown to match. 

Alyssa gave Jayla kisses all over her face, childish giggles ringing in the air. “I’ll be right back, baby. Make sure to take care of daddy, ok?”

“Otay” 

She gave Jack one last kiss before she locked the door behind her but not before saying their phrase. 

“Love You, Mean It!”

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“Jayla Rose! Can you explain to me why you waited till the last minute to tell me that you signed up Daddy to make cookies for your Valentine’s Day party”

It was 10pm, way past Jayla’s bedtime but Valentine’s Day was tomorrow and the kids were encouraged to bring baked goods.

“We always make cookies together!” Jayla exclaimed while adjusting her chef's hat on her head.

“Not at 10 o’clock at night.”

Jayla shrugged her and suddenly started playing with her KY chain hanging from her neck, something she did when she was nervous. 

“What’s wrong, babygirl?” Jack asked her, concerned. 

She began playing with her necklace some more and kicking her feet against the kitchen floor. “I just thought it would be fun, you always get sad during this time because of mommy.”

Jack immediately pulled her into a hug, he could feel his shirt start to get wet from her tears. “Hey, it’s okay.” He reassured her by rubbing her back.

“Look at me.” His heart wanted to cry as he looked at her big brown eyes that were filled with tears threatening to fall. “You don’t have to worry about Daddy, that’s my job. You and I are gonna have fun tomorrow. I have a whole day planned just for the two of us once you get out of school.”

Jayla perked up at that “Really?” 

“Yes, really. You know you’re my favorite valentine. Now, let’s wipe these tears and finish these cookies so you can go to bed.”

MISSLOVE

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Ariel loved Valentine's Day, it was her favorite holiday. I mean, her last name was Love after all. Sure, she was 27 years old and single, but there were so many other reasons to love it. Not only did she love the flowers, the pinks and reds but she loved everything Valentines Day stood for, it’s about love, and what’s not to love about love? 

By morning her desk was filled with cards, candy and small stuffed animals. She was sure her planner was underneath all the gifts but Ariel was in no rush to look for it. Her favorite gift amongst them all was the donut bouquet from Jayla Harlow.

Ariel: rumor has it that you burned our classes Valentine’s Day cookies for our party?

Pressing send, Ariel grabbed one of the donuts from the bouquet. Before she could take a bite, her phone buzzed on her desk. 

Jack: didn’t you hear? I don’t clear up rumors

Ariel giggled at that knowing he was referencing one of his hit songs. As she was just about to text him back Jack sent another message 

Jack: but whoever started that rumor is in big trouble, can’t have someone spreading misinformation 

Ariel: you’d be shocked to know what else I’ve been told, but I wouldn’t want to give away my sources 

She moaned as she took a bite of her donut. She always had a sweet tooth. There was nothing like a strawberry frosted donut. 

Jack: well…you can tell me. I won’t tell anyone 

Taking another bite of her donut, she thought about all the things Jayla has shared with her. They were honestly pretty tame, compared to her other students giving her details about their parents divorce.

Ariel: oh you know, just that you get red as a tomato in the sun, you drink ranch dressing (big if true), the source claims they’re better at basketball and soccer than you, and that your idea of dancing is just stomping around. 

Jack: damn this source knows a lot about me 

Jack: and I’ll have you know that I’m very useful on the court

Ariel: hey, don’t shoot the messenger! Just some silly gossip between a teacher and their favorite student 

She laughed at the exchange before taking a glance at the clock, seeing the kids would be back from lunch in 15 minutes. Ariel should be using this time to plan out her lessons for the next week, but right now she’d rather flirt with her favorite students' dad. Lesson plans can wait. 

Ariel: Speaking of the party, are you joining us?

Ariel already knew that he would probably say no, according to other teachers Mr. Harlow never showed up to any of the school's functions. And he hasn’t in a long time. She watched as those three bubbles indicating that Jack was texting back popped up and would suddenly go away. 

Jack: uh probably not…I have some meetings this afternoon. 

While she knew he was going to say no, she couldn’t help but think about Jayla, who is usually very social, was suddenly very quiet today. 

Ariel: Well, if you end up getting out early, we’ve got plenty of heart shaped sweets with your name on it, and I have a feeling Jayla misses you.

She could hear the sounds of tiny footsteps and giggles coming down the hall so she knew her class will be making their way back in. She glanced down at her phone again and saw that Jack left her on read. She tried not to let it upset her, still she decided to send one last text. 

Ariel: the kids are coming back from lunch, Happy Valentine’s Day Mr. Harlow 

She shoved her phone back in her desk just in time to greet her kids back from lunch. 

“Ok, my sweet angel babies, let’s get in our reading circles. Today’s book is all about…LOVE!”

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An hour later the Valentine’s Day party was in full swing. After socializing with the other parents and students she sat back and watched with a smile as the kids stuffed their faces with sweets. A small frown formed on her face when she noticed Jayla watching another student coloring with their mom with the same frown. Getting up from her desk, she took a seat next to Jayla. 

“Hi, Miss Love.” Jayla greeted her with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, before she looked down and continued to color. 

“Hi, Jayla! I love your drawing. Is that your dad?” Ariel asked, pointing to the yellow stick figure. 

Jayla nodded her head yes, “I had to draw him yellow because he’s pale, and I couldn’t use a white crayon." Ariel had to stifle her laugh at that. 

“Of course. Well, I came over here to chill with you, if that’s okay?” Ariel asked.

“Yeah that’s fine! Do you wanna color with me?” Jayla asked not even waiting for a reply before pushing a paper towards her. 

Ariel smiled and grabbed a pink crayon and started drawing hearts all over the paper.

“Miss Love, your heart looks like a BUTT!”

“It does not!”

“MHM!”

Since most parents decided to take the kids home early because of the party, that left Ariel and Jayla by themselves at the end of the day. 

While Ariel waited for Jack to pick up Jayla, she decided to start cleaning up the classroom, hating a dirty room. As she was picking up papers and pencils off the floor, Jayla called her name from her spot in the class's reading corner.  

“Yes, Jayla?” She replied and looked towards her so that she had her full attention. 

“Do you have a mommy?” Ariel was shocked at that question, she walked over and sat on the floor next to her. 

“Yes, but she became an angel when I was a teenager. So it’s just me and my dad now” Ariel told her

She could tell Jayla had another question as she nervously played with the necklace. Ariel stayed silent giving Jayla some time to process what she wanted to ask next. 

“Do you ever miss her?” 

“Everyday.” Ariel answered almost immediately. 

Other teachers around the school talked all the time about how Jack was a “hot single father” and how no one knew much about Jayla’s mother. Ariel was never the one to gossip so she never dug deeper because it wasn’t her business to know. 

It was quiet for a while as Jayla turned back towards her book, flipping through the pages. Ariel could tell she had more to say but she refused to push her. 

“It’s just me and daddy too.” Jayla spoke after a while. She still was flipping through her book. “I don’t really know—“ Jayla couldn’t finish what she was saying as there was a soft knock on the door. Ariel and Jayla looked up and saw Jack leaning against the classroom door. 

“DADDY!” Jayla yelled as she jumped up and ran towards her father, conversation seemingly forgotten. Ariel stood back as she watched Jack kiss his daughter all over her face. 

“Sorry I couldn’t come sooner, babygirl.” 

“It’s ok, Miss Love was hanging out with me.”

Jack put Jayla down from his arms before he stood up straight and greeted Ariel. 

“Thanks, sorry I was late.” Jack said as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. 

Ariel waved her hand “it’s no problem at all, Jayla is one of my favorite’s students, I’d hang out with her any day.”

Jack smiled at that. “Now, Miss Love…I thought teachers weren’t supposed to have favorites.”

Ariel pressed her finger to her lips “SSH, don’t tell anyone.” Jack threw his head back with a laugh and the sound made Ariel’s heart flutter. 

“Before I let you two go, Mr. Harlow, I did promise you that we had some cookies with your name on it.” Ariel grabbed the case of cookies that she saved back for him. Jack smiled as he looked down at the heart shaped cookies. He could tell they were homemade. 

“Did you make these?” He asked, opening the container and grabbing one out. “Mm, these are delicious.” he said, biting into it. 

“Yeah, I always overbake so I figured since you couldn’t be here I would save the rest for you.” Ariel said with a shrug, she could feel her cheeks getting warm as she watched Jack eat her cookies. God she was down bad. 

“Maybe, I do need to come to these parties, if you’re going to be baking like this.” Jack flirted. 

“Just for the baked goods?” She joked 

“And to hang out with you..”

Jack felt a tug on his pants leg, breaking eye contact as he looked down at Jayla. 

“What about me?!”

“You didn’t let daddy finish, I was going to say I’d love to hang out with Miss Love and my babygirl”

Ariel smiled watching the exchange, her face getting warmer at Jack claiming he wanted to hang out with her. 

“Well, I wouldn’t want to keep you all here any longer, so I’ll let you two go. Bye, Miss Jayla, I’ll see you on Monday.”

What she didn’t expect was Jayla to leave Jack’s side and give her a tight hug around her legs. Even Jack was shocked at the action. Ariel got down to her level so she could give her a better hug. 

“Bye, Miss Love. You’re the best.”

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“…and they lived happily ever after!”

The End 

Jack read as he closed the book to Jayla’s favorite bedtime story. 

“I love that book daddy, can you read it again?!” Jayla asked while giving him those award winning puppy dog eyes.

Still sitting on the edge of her bed, Jack shook his head no. “Not tonight, sweetheart. You know it’s late.” 

Jayla huffed and cuddled deeper into the covers on her bed and laid her head on Jack’s arm. He always liked to stay with her until she fell asleep. “Did you have a fun day?”

“Yup, Miss Love is so cool, and she’s just like me!”

Jack looked down at Jayla confused, “yeah, how so?”

It got quiet and for a moment, Jack almost thought she was fast asleep before she spoke up. 

“She only has a daddy! Her mommy is gone too, and she misses her everyday just like how I miss mommy” Jayla said softly followed by a small yawn

Jack tried to swallow the lump that immediately formed in his throat. Jayla hardly ever spoke to him about her mother's passing, so hearing that she missed her just as much as he did made the inside of his chest hurt. Jack was scared that if he opened his mouth he wouldn’t be able to stop crying, but thankfully when he looked down Jayla had fallen asleep in his arms.  

Not having the heart to leave her just yet, Jack cuddled in closer, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead as tears threatened to fall from his eyes. While Jack wished Jayla spoke to him about her mom he was grateful that she trusted Ariel enough to open up. 

Jack stayed in Jayla’s room for most of the night before making his way towards his bedroom. He was having a hard time sleeping with all the thoughts running through his head. After tossing and turning for a while, he reached over to grab his phone from the side table, and scrolled till he found the name he was looking for.

“Thank you for talking to Jayla, I really appreciate it.” He didn’t feel the need to elaborate, he knew Ariel would know what he was talking about. With it being so late in the night, Jack wasn’t expecting a reply so quickly, so he was surprised when he got a reply back after ten minutes. 

“Anytime, Jayla can always count on me.”

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AN: So happy you all enjoyed the first part and I hope you all enjoy this chapter just as much! Thank you for reading and of course tell me your thoughtssss :)

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Yata buys Saruhiko a valentines gift that he hadn't known had aphrodisiacs in it so now Saruhiko can't even go to work because he's feeling quite literally fucked up.

Fushimi is absolutely never letting Yata live this down, Yata will be teased about this forever. Imagine Yata decides to buy Fushimi something nice for Valentine’s Day but he isn’t sure what, Fushimi always complains about things that are too sweet. He’s looking around the stores and comes across one that’s selling ‘special Valentine’s Day coffee’ and Yata thinks this is perfect, Saruhiko likes coffee and this is something he won’t complain about. Yata doesn’t think too hard about the ‘special’ part, figuring it’s just sales jargon and it probably just has a special flavor or something. He takes it out of the package and sets that to the side as he wraps it up all nice and gifts it to Fushimi first thing in morning to have with breakfast.

Yata then goes to take a shower and get ready for his own work, when he heads back to the kitchen to make breakfast he sees that Fushimi is just standing there with an odd expression. Yata asks if he’s okay and Fushimi looks up at him, face all flushed. Yata’s immediately worried and Fushimi tries to swat him away but then at the same time he’s kinda pawing at Yata too, like he keeps pulling Yata close and touching him. Yata’s all what’s got into you and Fushimi irritably mumbles that there’s something weird with this coffee. Yata gets concerned and grabs the packaging out of the garbage, which is when he finally reads the warning label that the coffee contains extra aphrodisiacs for ‘a romantic night with that special someone.’ Yata’s face immediately gets bright red and he quickly asks Fushimi how many cups he had, like you only drank a little right. Fushimi starts counting on his fingers and Yata’s like how the fuck did you drink so much while I was just in the shower, Fushimi grumbles all defensive like you’re the one who gave me aphrodisiac coffee.

Yata’s concerned now and wonders if they should go to the hospital, Fushimi shakes his head like no hospitals. Yata’s not sure what else to do though, which is when Fushimi pins him against the wall and gives him a deep kiss. Yata stutters out that he needs to go to work and Fushimi says there’s no way he can go to S4 like this so the least Yata can do is stay home too and help him…work off the effects. Yata gives this little squeak as Fushimi leans in for a kiss again, eyes all half-lidded and licking his lips, and Yata realizes that okay, maybe he can skip work in this case. He figures they’ll just, uh, take care of things the old fashioned way, telling Fushimi to let him know if Fushimi starts having irregular heartbeat or feeling dizzy and Fushimi is just like if you don’t stop talking and start taking off my clothes I’m just going to take care of myself right here and make you watch.

[eleanor-bradstreet]

The Fireside

Benedict Bridgerton x Sophie Beckett Rated: 18+, smut, cockwarming, dirty talk Word count: 3.2k Summary: Benedict is freezing and Sophie does her best to warm him up.

Author's Note: I wrote this as a winter fic, but hey - February is still winter! Happy Valentine's Day! 💝

“What on earth happened to you?” Sophie stood from her chair, letting her book fall to the cushion.  Benedict stood in the doorway to their room, pale as a ghost, his black hair somehow turned grey. He walked toward her stiffly, arms hovering away from his body as if he couldn’t stand the feeling of his own clothes. When he moved closer, she realized that his hair was powdered with melting crystals of snow.

“Colin, Eloise and Pen,” he grumbled, stalking toward the blaze burning high in the tiled fireplace. Sophie now saw the drips falling from his fingertips and chin, and realized he was soaked through.

“But you went for a ride with Anthony and Kate. How did they get involved?”

“They were waiting for us when we got back. They had crafted the largest arsenal of snowballs I have ever seen. We didn’t stand a chance.” He frowned and crouched before the flames, holding out his hands, which were white and shaking.

“Oh?” Sophie couldn’t hide the smirk that crept across her face, so covered it with her hand, trying to look intent on his story.

“They were brutal,” Benedict said glumly, staring into the fire. “And I’m guessing out of some sense of familial propriety, they went easy on Kate and Anthony. I was the primary target. They didn’t just pummel me to the point I nearly fell off my horse, they did their best to drown me in the snow when I tried to retreat.”

“How awful,” Sophie was choking back laughter and silently impressed with the dedication of her brother and sisters-in-law. She knew that the Bridgerton siblings could always be counted upon for shenanigans when they gathered at Aubrey Hall over the Christmas holidays, but this was the first time she had seen Benedict bearing the weight of a prank. It was hilarious and adorable simultaneously, and her love for her in-laws swelled.

Benedict looked up and saw her trying to stifle herself. “You think this is funny?” He asked with mock annoyance.

All she could do was nod as she snorted behind her hand. 

“Well, let’s see how you like it.” With a mischievous gleam in his eye he leapt up and captured her in his arms and immediately she felt the cold and wet seeping through. Squealing, she jumped away and managed to get her laughter under control.

“We really must get you out of those clothes.” She chuckled, brushing the last of the snow out of his hair.

Smiling but nodding wearily, Benedict peeled off his jacket and Sophie hung it in a corner where it began to drip a puddle onto the floor. He then moved to the buttons of his deep green waistcoat but his fingers were so slippery and stiff with cold that they slid helplessly. Sophie was reminded of the night they were reunited, so many years ago when he rescued her from the Cavender party and she had put him to bed with a fever. She had had to undress him then, when it was scandalous for her to do so. In the time since, it had grown to be one of her most favorite and frequent activities. 

“Darling, let me,” she said softly, working top to bottom to slip each button loose. He grinned down at her gratefully, but she could see his teeth practically chattering, and could feel the cold pouring off of him. She felt a stab of concern. “You really are freezing, aren’t you?”

She knew her husband would never admit to a weakness out loud, but he gave her a lopsided smirk and quirked his head in such a way that communicated an affirmative. It was still comical how he found himself in this position, but she wanted to ensure his well being. The holidays would be dampened if someone came down with pneumonia, after all.

After she pulled the waistcoat down his arms, she pushed her chair closer to the fireside and instructed him to sit. Then she gathered a blanket from the bed and draped it around his shoulders. Benedict’s brows tilted upward in that gentle way that expressed his gratitude and happiness, and she felt her heart skip. She knelt in front of him and pulled off his boots and stockings. He had beautiful feet. Every part of her husband was beautiful, it was almost infuriating. Sophie had an aversion to feet, even her own. She had spent so much time polishing others’ shoes that she just wanted to avoid thinking about them anymore. Except his. Like the rest of him, they were strong and tendoned, but still slender and elegant. She loved to massage them, and took them into her hands to chafe his icy skin.

He tilted his head back with a groan. “God, Soph, thank you.”

Switching to his hands, she pulled them into her own and rubbed them gently, admiring his lovely long fingers as she worked over his knuckles. “We must thaw you out, Mr. Bridgerton.” The sweet smirk she gave him spread a warmth through his chest and he leaned forward to kiss her. Sophie couldn’t resist the press of her husband’s lips, but a chill ran down her spine when he pulled away.

“Benedict, your lips are frozen.” And then something exciting and oh so wicked flashed through her mind. Still holding his hands in her own, she arched a brow and looked up at him through her lashes. “I suppose I must kiss the life back into them.”

Then she was in his lap, her hands around his neck as she massaged his lips with her own, trying to stir them back to warmth. Benedict let out a happy moan, surging into her kiss, certain that her tongue was the most effective tool to invigorate him. He wrapped his arms around her and she shuddered. He was still cold, his shirt and trousers damp with melted snow, the press of his nose and fingers spreading a chill into her skin. It was like kissing a marble statue, but she couldn’t deny there was something titillating about it, the shock of ice competing with the familiar heat stirring inside.

Wordlessly, as their kisses grew deeper, she slid the blanket he was wrapped in back against the chair, then pulled his shirt over his head. It always hitched her breath when she saw his naked torso, so lean and muscular, sprays of freckles across his pale collarbone. Tentatively, she placed her palms on his chest. His skin was clammy and he sighed contentedly.

“You are so warm, Sophie.” He breathed as she glided her hands over him, pressing, chafing, unsure if she was actually helping him. She could feel desire knotting in her gut and just wanted to touch him, to admire him and feel his muscles tense beneath her fingers. The fire was burning hot beside them, and Benedict’s eyes were growing darker as he watched her. She wanted him, and she knew the best way to heat him up.

Taking his stiff fingers in hers once again, she stood and placed them above the neckline of her dress, her skin prickling at his cool touch. Benedict’s jaw locked, and she couldn’t tell if it was from arousal or the cold. Slowly, she guided his hands outward to her shoulders, snagging her dress beneath their joined fingers and letting it slide down her frame and pool on the floor. Benedict swallowed visibly, staring up at her and letting her puppeteer his aching fingers to undress her, as she repeated the same motion with her chemise. 

“Sophie,” his voice was low and needy, his pupils black and wide.

“Warm your hands, my love,” she smiled coyly at him. “Just here,” and she slid his fingers up beneath her stays to hold her just below her breasts. While she pulled the laces loose behind her back, Benedict held still, feeling the swell of her ribs as she breathed, basking in the heat of her body under her clothes. Against his frigid skin, she felt searing. 

When her stays slipped down her arms, she repositioned his hands, cupping them over her breasts. When he encircled her, she let out a soft moan, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. Benedict felt her nipples peak against his palms and cursed under his breath. Lord above, where did he find such a woman? Not only a breathtaking beauty, but one whose imagination in their intimacies never failed to surprise him. He was indeed warming up now, feeling his blood start to rush into all of his extremities.

As he held her breasts, Sophie raised her foot to his knee and bent to slowly roll the stocking down her leg. An animal noise rose from the back of his throat, and he found he had regained enough dexterity in his fingers that he was able to massage her soft flesh, kneading and tweaking, coaxing delightful noises out of her as well. Sophie continued with the other stocking, then shimmied her underskirt off of her hips and onto the floor. She stood now between his legs, fully nude and glowing in the firelight. She was precisely the flame that Benedict needed to warm himself by. 

In a few fluid motions, Sophie knelt again, unbuttoned his trousers and peeled them off of him, leaving him naked and breathing raggedly in the chair, staring up at her, completely under the control of her whims. 

“How are your fingers now, Mr. Bridgerton?” A smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

Benedict’s eyes were hazy. “Nearly back to full strength.”

“Nearly?” Sophie tutted. “An artist needs use of his fingers more than anything. We must warm you more quickly.” 

Then she moved back toward him, straddled her legs across his and lowered herself to sit on his thighs, wrapping the blanket back around his shoulders. Benedict watched with rapt attention as she pulled his right hand between their bodies and down to the apex of her legs, pressing his palm into her slick folds. She felt on fire.

Sophie groaned, fighting against the roll of her eyes as the chill faded from his skin, spreading into her and melting against the heat of her desire. Then she brought his left hand to her mouth, guiding his two longest fingers down her throat.

Benedict made a strangled noise as he watched her in awe, gently rocking her soaking mound against the heel of his one hand while she sucked the fingers of his other as deeply and diligently as if it were his cock. His hands were alive again, well and truly thawed by the pulsing wet muscles of her cunt and her throat. But he didn’t want to tell her that. He wanted her to keep going. He needed it.

When he rasped out her name, she released his fingers from her mouth with a wet pop. “Is this helping, my love?” She teased. “Are you warming up?”

“Starting to,” he wheezed, desperate for more of her attentions. 

“I see,” her brow furrowed playfully. “Let me hold you close, my darling. I think that will do the trick.”

He nodded eagerly, then hissed when her hand wrapped itself around his cock, which had been rising to stand between them. With practiced motions, she smoothed his skin up and down his length, squeezing and tugging precisely the way he liked, though much slower than he wanted. His breath escaped in needy huffs as she stroked him, and in moments he was as rigid as steel.

“My poor, frozen Benedict,” she cooed, her voice somehow both comforting and deeply sinful. “I will help you. I will keep you warm.” Then she shifted forward, releasing his hand pinned between them, and sank herself onto his cock, easing him in to the hilt.

The both moaned loudly, unable to contain themselves. Benedict felt himself wrapped in molten bliss, the heat from Sophie’s core radiating out through his every vein. Though his limbs were still stiff with cold, his nerves were set alight, his every sense tuned to the warm, soft goddess enveloping him.

“Soph,” he panted. “My knees still need a minute. I don’t…”

“Shhh,” her arms wrapped around his shoulders and she drowned his concerns with a kiss. “You don't need to do anything. We are not going to move. I am just going to sit here and warm you until you are fully recovered.” She pressed her torso even tighter against his and spread her arms down the muscles of his back under the blanket. 

“Your back is still cold, my love,” she whispered in his ear as she began to swirl her hands, chafing his skin with a rhythm that threatened to pull him into a trance.

Benedict muffled a contented sigh into the crook of her neck and dropped his head to her shoulder, melting into her, letting her hold him, wrapped in her arms and legs and body. He pulled the blanket around her back to envelop them both, cocooning them with the heat they built together. Sophie worked her hands across his back and neck and thighs and scalp, massaging sensation into every inch of his body, coaxing his muscles awake to find themselves delightfully entwined with her. The melted snow in his hair sent one last glistening drop down his jaw and she licked it away, tasting the metallic effervescence of snow, mixed with the familiar salt of his skin. 

For half an hour, they simply held each other, murmuring sweet nothings into each other’s skin and lapsing into long, languorous kisses where their tongues danced. Benedict felt his entire body steadily returning to life. Better than a hot bath, his wife warmed him from the inside out. First he thawed, then he simmered, and now he was approaching a blaze, as his arms found the strength to grip her more tightly and his thighs, no longer numbed, felt the wet heat of her womanhood dripping down over his cock. He stirred in her arms more and more, and his kisses grew hungrier, more forceful.

While at first Sophie triumphed in the coquettish act of sitting speared on Benedict’s cock and focusing her attention on the rest of his body, with each passing minute it became harder and harder to ignore the delicious ache building inside her. He was seated so tightly within her, pressing all the way to her cervix, stretching her so pleasurably. His slight movements, even just his deep exhales while she massaged him, caused him to drag slightly inside her and it was all she could do not to cry out each time. She had grown so wet, so swollen, just from the prolonged solid weight of him, that she was now throbbing. 

He was fully restored, that was evident, as his breath grew harsher and she felt the heat rising between them both inside the blanket. The poor, sodden man frozen with snow had melted entirely, burned away by the devilish seducer who haunted her bed and unlocked all of her desires.

As Benedict wound his fingers into her hair and plunged his tongue into her mouth, her nipples rasped hard against his chest. She moaned and clenched around him, hurtling close to the edge.

“Soph,” he groaned, bracing her in his arms and bending her back toward his lap, ready to pummel into her.

“Ben, wait!” She gasped, clutching at his nape. She was flushed, her lips bruised from kissing, and she felt so close to the brink that she was nearly in tears. “Don’t move. I’m nearly…I’m so close, just from…just from the feel of you. Please, please darling. Finish me…finish me with your words.”

Benedict’s mind spun. It was both humbling and outrageously flattering that he could bring her to this point without even moving. The thought that he could talk her into a climax and feel her come apart as she lay still in his arms made his cock twitch excitedly. He lowered to pin their bodies together and rumbled directly into her ear.

“My magnificent little wife, are you already about to go to pieces?” 

Her fingers pressed harder into his neck as she whimpered in reply.

“And I haven’t even moved yet. I haven’t fucked you properly. You have just been toying with me like the minx that you are, sitting on my cock, holding me in your beautiful cunt.”

Needy noises escaped through Sophie’s nose and she began to gulp for air.

“But it worked, my lovely,” Benedict continued, trailing his lips softly down her neck. “You warmed me through. You took care of me. But it seems you are now the one in a state of distress. And you won’t let me move? You won’t let me fuck that need out of you?”

His voice reverberating through her whole body, Sophie cried out and began to squirm. Benedict tightened his grip on her like a vice, pressing her flush against himself.

“Ah ah ah, stay still. Don’t break your own rules.” He whispered fiendishly. “I want to see if this works too.” He nibbled on her earlobe. “If you are so mad for my cock that just feeling it will do you in. Are you that much of a wanton, Sophie? Is your sinful body that hungry for me? You are burning up…”

“Ben…” she panted, eyes screwed shut. “Please…”

“I can feel you quivering darling, getting so, so tight. God, you feel so bloody good. You’re going to do it aren’t you? You clever little thing. You’re going to come on me right now, and I didn’t even have to lift a finger. You love my cock that much, don’t you?”

“Yes,” Sophie squeaked, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes as she held her breath. She was climbing the last steps to the peak, teetering on the edge. The heat between them was so intense, the tight weight so torturous.

“Then prove it.” He growled. “Come on my cock with your swollen little cunt. Give in, Sophie. Make me feel it.”

And she broke, following his commands as if her body was an orchestra that he conducted. With a scream she arced against him, fingernails clawing into his neck, her whole body jolting and fighting the hold of his arms. Her channel gripped him, hard and repeatedly, the sensation so strong, white lights danced before her eyes. Benedict could feel every inch of her, every ripple and every shuddering breath washing over him. Almost in alarm, he felt himself give way too. Rocking her against his hips and moaning into her breastbone, he felt her milk him for all he was worth. The pulses of their muscles echoed through one another, skimming aftershocks as they clung together. The only sounds in the room were their uneven breaths and the gentle crackle of the fire.

Sophie lolled in Benedict’s arms, a satiated smile breaking out across her face. “I trust you are feeling better now, husband?” 

The next day, much to everyone’s surprise, Benedict insisted on a rematch snowball fight, and Sophie joined in as well. Though they lost sorely to the other couples, they didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact, they were smiling as they headed indoors, soaked and snow-crusted head to toe.

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