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challenge. (part 5)

(Van X Reader.)

You are getting closer to finally winning Van’s challenge but that doesn’t mean the problems stop coming.

As I got closer and closer to reaching two months it still felt surreal to believe how fast everything happenned.

It hadn’t been perfect, of course. My body was definitely feeling the absence of cigarettes, and sometimes all I wanted was to take a drag. But, thankfully, I had an amazing supporter by my side.

Since our talk, my relationship with Van had improved a lot. I no longer felt like I was in a competition, like I was about to lose him to the next girl who caught his eye. And the fact that he was lying down in front of me, massaging my feet in my tiny bunk after a long show, just proved that.

He didn’t want anyone else.

Van’s hands worked to ease the tension in my feet after a full day on them. His fingers brushed against the ankle bracelet I always wore, his touch gentle as he carefully inspected it. His thumbs pressed into a sore spot, and I let out a quiet sigh of relief.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure” I said, my eyes closed, enjoying his presence.

“You dont have to answer if you don’t want to.”

“I do.”

“Do your friends know you relapsed?”

The question caught me off guard and my heart stinged at the painful reminder.

“Yeah..They do” I said quietly, my voice losing some of its steadiness. I opened my eyes and found Van watching me, his gaze soft but full of curiosity. “They weren’t exactly thrilled about it, as you can imagine. I mean, it’s not like I was proud of it either.”

Van nodded, still gently massaging my feet, but I could feel the shift in the air between us—an unspoken understanding. He was giving me space to talk but not pushing, just like he always did.

“Was it bad?” he asked softly, his hands slowing their movements.

I took a deep breath, my fingers idly playing with the edge of the blanket that covered my legs. “Bad enough,” I admitted. “I’d been clean for a while you know that, but… well, things happened, and I spiraled. I made some mistakes. I hurt some people who mattered to me.” My chest tightened as memories of that time resurfaced, but I pushed them back down, refusing to let them take over.

Van shifted slightly, moving closer to sit up at the edge of the couch, his hand resting on my knee. “(Y/N), I’m not going to pretend I understand everything you went through, but I do know one thing—you’re not your past. You’ve come so far. I see it every day.”

His words were like a balm, easing the knot of tension inside me. But it was the way he looked at me—so full of belief, like I was worth something—that really hit me.

“Thanks,” I whispered, my voice thick. “I needed to hear that.”

He smiled softly and squeezed my knee. “You don’t have to carry it alone anymore.”

“Come here then” I said, patting the pillow next to me.

“Why? You’re not enjoying my amazing massage?” Van teased, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m going to pass on that question,” I replied with a smirk.

He pouted dramatically but still crawled up beside me, lying down on the pillow as I tugged him closer. I snuggled into his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin under my fingertips.

Pushing his shirt up a little, I leaned in and kissed his happy trail.

“I love this,” I murmured against his skin.

“I know,” he replied with a soft chuckle, his hand finding its way to my hair, gently stroking it. He pulled me in tighter, pressing his lips to the top of my head as if to seal the moment.

The closeness between us was undeniable, the kind of intimacy that came not just from being physically near but from letting someone in, flaws and all. And as I lay there, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest, I realized just how much I’d grown to depend on him.

"Have you already thought about how you want to celebrate your two months?” Van asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Fuck off,” I said, rolling my eyes with a smirk. “I might have to think about it. It’s not like I’m looking forward to anything specific.” I teased, knowing exactly where this was going.

“Yeah? Want me to give you a sneak peek of your prize?” he grinned, already pushing himself on top of me before I could react. His lips found my neck, and he bit softly, just enough to make me giggle.

“Stop!” I laughed, trying to push him off, but he just pinned me down playfully, grinning wider. His breath was warm against my skin, and every kiss and nibble sent little shivers through me.

“Why would I stop when you’re laughing like that? I love that sound.” he teased, leaning in closer, his lips grazing my ear.

"Well, you better step up your game for those two months Big Boy. I’m looking forward to it,” I said, raising an eyebrow as I tried to catch my breath from all the laughing.

“Oh, you better believe I will.” His voice dropped low, that teasing edge still there as he leaned down, pressing his lips firmly against mine.

The kiss started playful but quickly deepened, his hand slipping to the back of my neck as he held me close. My fingers threaded through his hair, pulling him in tighter as my heart raced. He pulled back just enough to brush his lips against mine again, softer this time, his breath mingling with mine.

“You’re full of surprises, Van,” I whispered, feeling the warmth from his body seep into mine.

“You’ve only seen the beginning,” he murmured back with a grin, brushing his nose against mine before kissing me again, slowly this time, as if promising much more to come.

We slept that night wrapped in each other, our bodies tangled in the quiet comfort we’d grown so used to. His arms around me felt like home, and as I listened to his steady breathing, all I wanted to do was tell him how much I loved him.

We never really used the word love with each other. Not yet, anyway. But each day that passed made me realize how much I wanted to. It was there, unspoken but present in every touch, every look, and in moments like these—where everything felt right, and I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.

But the words stayed stuck in my throat, fear and hesitation holding them back. So instead, I pressed my lips against his chest, hoping he could feel what I couldn’t yet say.

The next two shows went smoothly, but as I entered the last week of the challenge, my body was tingling with anxiety. Every day felt like I was holding my breath, waiting for something to break.

After testing the stage that day, I decided to stick around to watch the opening act’s soundcheck. I wanted a distraction, anything to ease the knots in my stomach. As I watched from the shadows, I caught a faint glimpse of Nick on stage, and my heart skipped a beat.

We hadn’t really talked since that day at the pub—since Van had pulled me away from him. Seeing him now, under the stage lights, brought back a wave of unresolved tension. He looked away quickly when he spotted me, and for a moment, I felt breathless.

Maybe that was the next difficult conversation I needed to have.

Van, Meredith, and now… Nick.

The weight of it all pressed down on me, but I knew I couldn’t keep avoiding him forever. I waited until the band finished their set and Nick stepped down from the stage, wiping sweat from his brow. His eyes found mine across the room, and I could see the flicker of hesitation there.

Now or never.

I took a deep breath and walked over to him, my heart pounding with each step.

"Hey,” I called out, hoping my voice didn’t betray the nerves swirling in my stomach.

“Oh, hey,” Nick said, already moving as if he wanted to avoid the conversation altogether.

“How are you, Nick? I’ve been wanting to talk to you.”

He snorted, his expression darkening. “Why? Did your rockstar boyfriend kick your butt?”

I gasped, the words stinging like a slap. “What?”

“You know what (Y/N). Don’t act like you don’t. I thought you were different, but apparently all women in this industry are the same,” he sneered, stepping closer.

"What do you mean by that?"

“You ask for respect, but the second you get a chance, you’re riding your lead singer’s cock.”

“Holy shit, are you insane?” I snapped, my heart racing with a mix of anger and disbelief.

The sharpness in his words cut deeper than I expected, and I could feel my chest tighten. This wasn’t the Nick I remembered. Or maybe I never really knew him at all.

"Doesn’t matter, (Y/N). You’re just like all of them,” Nick scoffed, his tone bitter.

“Listen, Nick, I’m sorry, alright? I’m sorry I left at the pub. Me and Van had some complicated stuff going on between us, but we weren’t together then,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady despite the tension building between us.

“And are you together now?” he asked, his eyes narrowing as if he already knew the answer.

“I… We are not,” I replied, the words feeling heavy on my tongue. It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the full truth either, and I could tell Nick wasn’t buying it.

He stared at me for a long moment, his expression hard. “Right,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Because that makes it so much better.”

"I really am sorry, Nick,” I said, my voice softer now. “I shouldn’t have let Van pull me away like that, and I know it was wrong to just leave without an explanation. But that still doesn’t give you a pass to treat me like this.”

Nick scoffed, shaking his head as if my words didn’t matter. “You think an apology fixes everything?”

“No, but I’m trying to have a conversation. I don’t deserve to be disrespected just because things didn’t go the way you wanted,” I shot back, my frustration bubbling up.

He looked at me for a moment, the anger still simmering in his eyes, but beneath it, I could see something else—hurt.

"I proper fancied you, you know?” Nick’s voice softened, and for the first time, his anger seemed to fade into something more vulnerable. His fingers running against his blonde hair.

I paused, the weight of his words sinking in. “Nick…”

He shook his head “I know it doesn’t matter now, but I thought… I don’t know. I thought maybe there was something there before Van came into the picture.”

I bit my lip, unsure of how to respond. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I really didn’t. Things just got complicated, and I didn’t handle it the way I should’ve.”

He looked down, nodding slightly. “Yeah, well, now I know where I stand.”

I felt a pang of guilt but knew I couldn’t change the past. “Nick, you’re a good person, and I don’t want things to be weird between us.”

He shrugged, not meeting my eyes. “It already is (Y/N).You used me to make him jealous. You think I didn’t notice?” Nick’s voice cracked with a mix of anger and hurt, his eyes finally meeting mine.

I opened my mouth to respond, but the guilt hit me hard. I hadn’t intended to, but somewhere deep down, maybe I had used Nick without even realizing it.

“I never meant to do that,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “I was confused, my head was messed up because of quitting and things with Van were messy. I didn’t know what I wanted, but that’s no excuse. I’m sorry.”

Nick shook his head, the disappointment in his eyes almost unbearable. “You can’t just play with people’s feelings because you’re confused, (Y/N). That’s messed up. And don’t blame it on your addicition.”

“I know,” I said, feeling the weight of his words. “I was wrong. I never wanted to hurt you, Nick.”

"I just don’t get it,” Nick said, his frustration spilling out.

“What?” I asked, already dreading his response.

“How you’d rather have this confused, in-and-out relationship with him other than something real,” he said, shaking his head in disbelief. “Why do you want to be with a man who can’t even claim you?”

“It’s not like that, Nick,” I protested, though even as I said it, doubt gnawed at me. Van and I hadn’t exactly defined things, but I didn’t feel unclaimed.

“It’s exactly like that, and you know it,” Nick fired back, his voice sharp. “You deserve someone who’s not afraid to be with you, not someone who keeps you on the sidelines, hiding. But you’re too caught up in him to see that.”

I stood there, speechless, the truth of his words hanging in the air between us.

"I’m really sorry,” I said again, my voice barely above a whisper.

Nick looked at me, his expression softening just a little, but the hurt was still there. “Sorry doesn’t change anything, (Y/N). You can’t just say sorry and make it all go away.”

“I know,” I admitted, feeling the weight of my own mistakes. “I know I messed up.”

He sighed, looking away for a moment before meeting my eyes again. “I just hope you figure out what you really want before you hurt anyone else.”

I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat.

"Do you really think those things?” I asked, my voice wavering slightly. “That I’m just a… cock rider?”

Nick stopped and turned back to face me. His eyes softened, and for the first time, he looked conflicted. “You’re not just that,” he said, his tone gentler now. “I'm pissed, and I said things I didn’t mean. But that doesn’t change the fact that it feels like you’re letting yourself get pulled into something that isn’t good for you and bringing people into your mess."

His words hit me harder than I expected, and for a moment, I didn’t know how to respond. “I didn’t know what I was doing, Nick. I’m trying to figure it out.”

He gave me a long, searching look before nodding slowly. “Just… don’t lose yourself in him. You’re worth more than that.”

"Thank you,” I replied, wishing there was more I could say to make things right but knowing I’d already said what I could.

He gave me a tight nod, and without another word, turned to walk away. I watched him go, feeling a strange mix of relief and sadness settle in my chest. There was no fixing this—not fully. But at least the air was cleared, even if it still hurt.

Nick’s words kept banging in my head, and the worst part was that he was right. I had dragged him into this mess, and Van had done the same with Meredith. Neither of them deserved to be caught in the middle of whatever Van and I were.

The urge to light a cigarette crept up on me, the old habit clawing its way to the surface, but I pushed it down and decided to try sleeping instead. Van had gone for drinks with the band, and I lay there, tossing and turning for what felt like hours, my mind refusing to quiet down.

I always worried so much about my reputation, about being perfect at my job, about not letting myself get too carried away by anything or anyone. But the minute I laid eyes on Van, I had been ready to give up everything I believed in. And now, I was caught between what I thought I should be and what I felt for him.

It scared me how much control he had over my thoughts, my decisions, and how quickly I had let it happen.

As the hours passed, I couldn’t shake the unease. My mind raced with everything I’d been trying to suppress. Nick’s words, Van’s mixed signals, Meredith… it all felt like too much, too fast. I had tried so hard to keep control, to stay professional, but the deeper I got involved with Van, the more that control slipped through my fingers.

I sat up in bed, staring at the ceiling. I had always prided myself on staying grounded, on never letting my personal life interfere with my work. But here I was, torn apart because of my feelings for him.

Why couldn’t I just keep things simple? Why had it all become so messy, so fast?

I heard the door to the bus open softly, and I knew it was Van. His footsteps were quiet as he walked in, and I felt a pang of guilt that I hadn’t gone out with him and the band.

“Hey,” he whispered, his voice low as he undressed silently, thinking I was asleep.

I didn’t respond, unsure if I could trust myself to speak without all my insecurities spilling out.

He slipped into bed beside me, his warmth instantly comforting, even though my mind was still racing. He wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me close, his breath steady against the back of my neck.

I wanted to tell him everything. To ask him if he thought I’d lost myself in him, to find out if I was making the right choice. But the fear of his answer kept my lips sealed.

Instead, I closed my eyes and leaned into his bare chest, hoping that maybe, just maybe, things would start to make sense in the morning.

"What’s on your mind?” he said, his voice soft but probing.

“Nothing,” I mumbled, instinctively deflecting. I didn’t want to get into it, not now. Not with everything swirling in my head.

“Bullshit,” Van shot back, his tone firmer this time. “Talk to me, (Y/N).”

I hesitated, feeling his grip around my waist tighten slightly as if he already knew where this was headed. After a long pause, I finally admitted, “I… I talked to Nick today.”

Van’s body stiffened behind me. His voice was quieter when he responded. “Nick? That Nick?”

“Yeah”

Van exhaled sharply, his fingers stilling on my waist. “What did he say?”

I could feel the tension in him, the way his body tensed beside mine. “He… he accused me of using him. Said I was just trying to make you jealous.”

Van didn’t respond immediately. His silence felt heavier than words.

“And?” he finally asked, his voice low.

“And… he thinks I’m a mess. That I’m letting myself be dragged into something that’s not real.” I paused, swallowing the lump in my throat. “That I’d rather have something confusing with you than something real with him.”

Van sat up slightly, propping himself on his elbow so he could look down at me. His brow furrowed, but his eyes were soft, concerned. “Is that what you think?”

I blinked, caught off guard. “What?”

“Do you think this isn’t real?” His voice was steadier now, the weight of his question pressing into the air between us.

I stared at him, my thoughts a tangled mess. “No,” I said quietly, shaking my head. “I don’t think that. But can you blame him? Can you blame Meredith? They both have their point, Van. We dragged people into our mess. We can't run away from it forever."

Van sighed, his hand gently rubbing my arm. “Yeah, I know. We didn’t handle it well, any of it. But that doesn’t mean what we have isn’t real.” His eyes searched mine, as if looking for reassurance that I still believed in this, in us.

“I just… I didn’t mean to hurt anyone,” I whispered. “But Nick’s right, and Meredith probably thinks the same. We messed up, Van.”

He nodded slowly, his expression serious but calm. “Maybe we did. But we didn’t drag them into anything. People make their own choices. Nick chose to come after you, Meredith chose to get involved with me. That’s on them.”

I frowned, unsure if I could fully agree. “It doesn’t feel that simple. They got caught in the middle of us, and now…”

Van cut me off, his voice firmer. “And now, we own up to that. But it doesn’t change how I feel about you, or what this is between us.”

I looked away, conflicted. “It just feels like such a mess.”

“Yeah, it’s messy,” he admitted, his hand cupping my cheek and gently turning my face back to his. “But it’s ours. We figure it out, together. You and me.”

“I think you should talk to Meredith,” I said, my voice firm but gentle.

Van blinked, pulling back slightly to look at me. “What?”

“I talked to Nick,” I explained. “You should talk to her.”

He shook his head immediately, his expression hardening. “No, (Y/N). Talking to Meredith will only make things worse. She’ll get her hopes up again, and I don’t want that.” His tone was resolute, but I could sense the frustration underneath. “I’m not going to commit to her or anyone else. I’m with you now.”

I sighed, searching his eyes for a trace of understanding. “It’s not about committing to her, Van. It’s about giving her closure. You left things hanging, and that’s not fair. We’ve both hurt people in this, and you know she’s still confused.”

Van’s jaw tightened. “I’m not going to hurt her more by dragging it out. If I go talk to her, it’ll just make her think there’s still something between us.”

“Or it could help her move on,” I countered. “She deserves that, don’t you think?”

He was silent for a long moment, his hand brushing through his hair in frustration. “I just… I don’t want to open that door again. I’ve made my choice.”

“I know,” I said softly. “But you can’t just leave her in the dark. You’re better than that.”

Van sighed deeply, staring at the ceiling as if weighing the consequences. After what felt like an eternity, he looked back at me, his expression conflicted. “I’ll think about it. But I’m not making any promises.”

“That’s all I’m asking,” I said, squeezing his hand. “Just think about it, okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Thank you, Van,” I whispered, my hand still holding his.

He glanced at me, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. “For what?”

“For listening. For always listening,” I said, giving him a small smile.

He exhaled, his fingers intertwining with mine. “I’ll always listen to you, (Y/N). Even when I don’t want to hear it.” His lips curved into a faint smile, though his eyes remained serious.

I nodded, grateful for the moment of understanding between us, even though things were far from simple.

"Let’s just sleep now, shall we?” I said, already snuggling into him, feeling the warmth of his body against mine.

“Yeah, love, let’s just rest,” Van murmured, his voice soft and groggy. But then his hands found their way under my shirt, gently cupping my breasts.

I laughed, shifting slightly. “Is this comfortable for you?”

“The best way to fall asleep, actually,” he said, his voice raspy with exhaustion, though there was still a playful edge to it.

I rolled my eyes, but smiled, settling into him. “Goodnight, Van.”

“Sleep well, love,” he whispered, pulling me closer as we drifted into sleep together.

Next morning, as our next show approached, Joe, the security guy told me there was someone waiting for me on the venue, and I had a feeling of who that might be.

"Meredith, hey,” I started, feeling the weight of the conversation before it even began.

She turned, her expression hard. “So you told him about our chat?”

“I just told him he should talk to you,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm. “That you deserve closure.”

“I don’t want anything from him or you, (Y/N).”

I swallowed, the guilt bubbling up. “I’m just… I just wanted him to make things clear to you.”

Her eyes flashed. “What? Make what clear? That he dumped me for you? That he shagged me wishing it was you? I don’t need that, thanks.”

“Meredith, I just wanted to—”

“Don’t.” She cut me off sharply, her voice cold and firm. “Stop trying to fix everything. You are not responsible for Van’s shit, for fuck’s sake.”

I stood there, stunned, as her words hung in the air.

I opened my mouth to protest, but she cut me off. “I get it, (Y/N). You like him, and he likes you too, but with Van...You’re stepping into a mess that you didn’t create.”

“I’m sorry.,” I replied softly, my heart aching for her frustration. “But I can’t just ignore how I feel about him.”

“Then don’t,” Meredith said, her tone softening just a bit. “But also don’t expect me to be okay with it. It’s complicated, and it hurts.It’s not just about you and Van; it’s about my feelings, and it’s hard to see you together.”

“I don’t really know what to say, Meredith,” I began, trying to keep my voice steady. “It’s not like I manipulated Van into dumping you for me.”

I took a deep breath, willing myself to stay calm. “He made his own choices. This isn’t about you and me—it’s about him, and how he feels. You know that.”

She scoffed, clearly not convinced. “And you think that makes it any easier for me? Watching him fall for you, just like that?”

“I’m sorry that it hurts, I really am” I said, feeling a pang of sympathy for her. “But I didn’t plan for any of this to happen. None of us did. Van and I… it just happened.”

Meredith shook her head, her voice filled with bitterness. “Well, congratulations to the love birds, then. You won.”

“This isn’t about winning,” I replied, my voice softening. “I never wanted to hurt you. But Van deserves to be with someone who completes him, just like you deserve to find someone who makes you feel the same.”

Meredith’s expression faltered for a moment, the fight in her eyes dimming slightly. “I just wish it didn’t have to end like this.”

“So do I,” I admitted. “But maybe this is what’s best for both of you.”

She stared at me for a long moment, then sighed, turning away. “I hope you’re right.”

“Meredith,” I said, my heart racing as I prepared to be vulnerable. “I didn’t intend for any of this to happen. I never wanted to make you feel like you were less important.”

“Maybe we both got a bit carried away,” she admitted, her tone shifting. “I don’t want to be the ex who’s bitter and angry. It’s not who I am.”

“I don’t want that either,” I replied, my voice firm. “I want us to be able to support each other. This industry is tough, and we should lift each other up instead of tearing each other down.”

Meredith sighed, the tension in her shoulders easing a bit. “I guess we’re in this together. No one understands what we’re going through better than we do.”

“Exactly,” I said, encouraged by her response. “We can figure this out, and maybe even find a way to coexist. I am willing to try if you are”

“Same here,” Meredith said, a small smile breaking through. “I don’t want to be mad at you. You deserve to find happiness, even if it’s messed up.”

“Thank you for saying that,” I replied, feeling a weight lift off my chest. “I’m really sorry for how everything played out. I never meant to come between you and Van. I just want us to move forward.”

"We will, somehow,” she said, her hand lingering on my shoulder for a few seconds, a silent promise hanging in the air. “I should go now. Have a great gig.”

“Thanks, Meredith,” I replied, feeling a mix of relief and lingering tension. “I really appreciate you talking with me.”

She gave me a small, genuine smile before turning to leave, her steps echoing softly against the concrete floor of the venue. I watched her go, the weight of our conversation settling into a hopeful kind of understanding.

As I turned back toward the backstage area, I took a deep breath, feeling lighter yet still aware of the complexities ahead. I hoped that the gig would serve as a distraction, a chance to lose myself in the music and the energy of the crowd.

When the night ended, I didn’t go to Van’s bunk. Instead, he came over to mine, standing there for a moment before he softly asked, “Want to sleep together?” His voice carried a hint of hesitation.

I glanced up at him, not wanting to move from the comfort of my space. “Come on in,” I said, knowing my bunk was small, but the idea of him being with me outweighed the inconvenience.

Van climbed in beside me, the warmth of his arms wrapping around my body, pulling me close. I nestled into him, feeling safe, but something inside me wasn’t fully settled.

“You look so beautiful like this,” he whispered, his breath warm against my skin.

“Like what?” I asked, glancing up at him, trying to focus on his soft, loving gaze.

“All mine,” he said, and the tenderness in his voice made my heart ache.

“Van…” I started, but the words got stuck in my throat.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against mine, but I just couldn’t focus. My thoughts were scattered, swirling with everything that had happened, and the weight of it pressed down on me like a heavy blanket.

“Van,” I whispered again, pulling back gently.

He paused, his eyes searching mine. “What’s wrong?”

“I need you to be honest with me,” I said, my voice more steady than I felt. I shifted slightly in his arms, needing to see his face, searching for the answers in his eyes. “Why you’ve never told me you love me?”

Van’s expression softened, but he didn’t answer right away. He looked at me for a long moment, his thumb brushing lightly across my hand as if trying to gather his thoughts.

“It’s not that I don’t feel it, (Y/N) ,” he began quietly, his voice raw, as if choosing every word carefully. “I do. I feel it… probably more than I should.”

I stayed silent, waiting for him to continue.

“I guess I was scared,” he admitted, his gaze dropping for a second. “Scared that saying it would make things too real. That it would change something between us, or worse—that maybe you weren’t ready to hear it. And I didn’t want to push you away.”

His eyes found mine again, earnest and open. “I thought if I kept it to myself, I’d be protecting what we have. But maybe I was wrong about that. Maybe you needed to hear it, and I’ve been too much of a coward to say it out loud.”

I could see the vulnerability in his face, the unspoken fear that had kept him silent, and suddenly it all made sense—the way he had always been careful, always holding something back. He wasn’t just afraid of love; he was afraid of losing me.

“We’ve done so much for each other, Van, and I feel so much love for you,” I said, my voice soft but laced with the emotion I’d been holding back for so long. “It’s just… sometimes I want to hear it too.”

His gaze softened as he listened, his arms tightening around me. “I know,” he murmured, his forehead resting against mine. “You deserve to hear it, and I should’ve said it sooner.”

There was a pause, the weight of everything we’d shared hanging between us. I could see the flicker of regret in his eyes, but also something deeper—something that had always been there, unspoken.

“I love you, (Y/N),” he said quietly, his voice low but steady. “I love you so much, and I’m sorry it took me so long to say it.”

He leaned in, pressing his lips softly against mine in a kiss that was tender, filled with everything we hadn’t said before now. When we finally pulled apart, our foreheads resting against each other again, I could feel the shift between us—something had solidified, made stronger by the truth we had finally spoken aloud.

“I don’t want to lose this,” Van said quietly, his voice almost a whisper.

“You won’t,” I promised. “We’re in this together, Van. No more doubts.”

He exhaled, and for the first time in a while, I saw complete relief in his eyes, as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. We stayed like that for a moment, just holding each other close, savoring the quiet connection between us.

Finally, he broke the silence. “Sleep now?” he asked, his voice playful but with an edge of sincerity.

I nodded, smiling softly. “Yeah… but don’t let go.”

“Never,” he whispered, pulling me even closer, his arms wrapped around me as we settled into the small space, our bodies pressed together, feeling more connected than ever.

And in that moment, I felt like maybe, we could handle everything, as long as we were together.

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casspurrjoybell-22 · 6 months ago

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The Art of Sin - Chapter 12 - Part 2

•Keon Lynch (Dragonborn Descendant)

•Tate Solomon (Warlock)

*Warning Adult Content*

I knew Noir was watching me, I felt his gaze on my body and I enjoyed it.

I think I enjoyed Noir in general though.

His reactions were cute and innocent but at the same time sexy and I felt he would continue to surprise me.

Everyone here surprised me.

When you've gotten used to the same rough, boring sex, without getting off I might add, this diversity was amazing.

I mean, I like sex pretty much anyway but discovering each person's kinks, their most sinful desires, was the most addicting thing and I had eight people to do it with.

It made my heart pound with the excitement and my cock twitched to just think about all the possibilities.

Hell, I wouldn't even care if it took forever and a day to get penetrated, what I've been doing now was more than enough.

"What are you thinking about?"

I looked at Noir, confusion on my face, before realizing that I had stopped midway through getting dressed and had been standing there with a shirt in my hand for five minutes.

"Sex," I said simply, grinning wickedly at the blush that spread across his cheeks.

"Oh," was all he said as I pulled on my shirt then went to sit beside him.

We sat there for a long time, him playing with the strangely purring demon in his lap as I observed him, noting every breathe, every small movement he made, trying to burn it into my memories.

He broke the silence, his hand continuing to stroke the demon I was debating to give a name.

"Do you miss it? I mean, do you miss sex?"

He didn't look up.

I didn't know why he asked or what exactly he was looking for in my answer.

I thought for a moment before replying.

"Yes and no."

He finally glanced up, confusion written on his face, making me smile slightly.

"I guess in a sense I do. I miss how it was before, things went downhill. It was something more than just a food source. I felt alive, like I was connecting with people."

"Can I ask what 'things' went downhill?"

I looked to the ceiling, hesitating.

Thinking my silence an answer, Noir went back to the demon.

"I met someone, someone who turned out to be someone I didn't know, who didn't care who he hurt."

I looked at him once, noting his expression lacking of pity, only full of curiosity and a vague understanding.

He wasn't pushing me for answers.

He was waiting for me to continue, letting me take my time.

After a moment, I did, laying down with my hands behind my head.

"I loved him, er I thought I loved him. I think I was actually just with him to stick it to my parents."

I laughed bitterly.

"He was human. My people didn't care about breeding with other species but developing anything beyond lust was taboo."

I paused, eyes watering for a second.

"My brother paid the price and I repaid him by running off with a guy who gained my trust just to sell me to the highest bidder," I snorted, filled with self loathing, hating the younger me for being so stupid.

The silence was back.

Instead of petting the demon, who I decided to call Xyrin, Noir laid down beside me, his hand making invisible circles on my chest.

It was comfortable.

I knew he wanted to ask for details,but he didn't.

I didn't regret telling him.

It actually felt nice, felt as if something was lifted off my chest.

"So you said you also didn't miss sex?"

I'd almost forgotten.

I kissed the top of his head before answering with a chuckle, my bad mood lifted.

"Yeah. I don't know what it is but now, here with all of you, I feel content. Before, I used to constantly go out and find someone but I don't feel the need to anymore."

"Does that mean you don't want to have sex with any of us?"

"Of course I do."

I grinned at his expression.

"But I don't feel like I have to. I don't need sex to tie me to you guys. I'm fine with letting things progress the way they are."

He smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind his pointed ear.

I guess he liked my answer.

In truth, I hadn't really realized these things until I said them out loud, the words flowing naturally.

I had a connection with Noir, with all of them, that was more than physical.

It was an emotional connection that allowed me to tell him these things.

"I'm glad."

He glanced up, moving to peck my lips.

"We really care for you, Winter. You mean more to us than you can ever imagine and we'll protect you."

I squeezed him to me, my heart racing as I processed what he said.

"You too. I want to stay with you all, to keep feeling what I'm feeling. I'll do anything to stay with you, to keep you all safe. Anything."

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theoreticslut · 3 years ago

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「 temporary friend 」

fred weasley x reader

summary: after letting an insecurity of yours slip, fred comforts you in the best way he can think of.

requested: no

word count: 1.1k

warnings: insecurities, depression

a/n: this is literally just a mind dump of a fic. I can’t even tell you how long this has been sitting in my notes. I heavily struggle with feeling left out & like a temporary friend so this is basically just a mess of me trying to explain those thoughts/feelings, as well as what I would love someone to do in response. if you can relate, i hope this fic brings you as much comfort as it did me when writing it & i send you all of my love. we may not be the favourite friend rn, but that doesn’t mean we’re any less of a friend. we’ll find our people someday, i’m sure ♥

“Do you ever feel like you fit in, but you don’t really fit in?” You sigh, staring up at the ceiling of your dorm room as you contemplate life.

“Like, you have friends and you get along, you know that people like you, but you’re just not anyone’s main person?”

“Y/n, what are you talking about?” Fred asks, looking up at you from his prank planning.

“I don’t know. I’m being silly, I guess.”

Fred frowns knowing that something is on your mind. He’s known you long enough to be able to tell when you’re getting inside your head in some deep thoughts.

“Love, explain to me what you’re thinking.”

“I just, I don’t know. I feel left out, I guess?” You sigh, still staring at the ceiling as you attempt to make sense of your thoughts and feelings.

“Like I watch my friends being friends - better friends - with other people. I watch them have inside jokes and all these fun stories from hanging out together and I’m just, I don’t know...a temporary friend? A replacement friend?”

“People only talk to me or hang out with me when their main friends are unavailable. Least that’s what it feels like.”

Fred frowns, feeling awful that you feel so left out and unappreciated. He hopes that he doesn’t make you feel that way, but he can understand where you’re coming from.

He might come off as if he’s a confident person that never lets any insecurities get to him, but deep down he worries if George actually likes being around him as often as he is. Fred knows how George feels about Angelina, and he knows that he’s the one who became friends with Lee first. Fred really was just a kind of tag-along when it came to Lee.

“Scoot over.”

You frown, confused, as Fred stands up from his spot on the floor.

“What? Why?”

He chuckles, his smile breaking through your depressed thoughts easily and bringing a small smile to your lips.

“Just scoot over.”

You huff but shift your body closer to the edge of your bed. You watch as he slides his shoes off, hovering over your body - and nearly falling on top of you - as he squeezes his way onto your bed.

“Fred! What’re you doing?” You laugh, shrieking a bit as you nearly fall off the bed while trying to make room for him.

“Careful, love.” He chuckles, pulling you closer to him so you don’t fall.

You smile, a blush blossoming on your cheeks as he tightens his arms around you, nearly situated.

You feel him wiggle a few times more to get in the comfiest position before he’s pulling you nearly on top of him, a small shriek leaving your lips.

“Freddie, what are you doing?” You giggle, a smile taking over your face.

“Cuddling you. It’s hard to feel left out when you’re being cuddled by your best friend, yeah?”

“Fred...” you smile, burying your head into his shoulder as your heart melts at his words.

You can feel as he chuckles, his arms tightening around you as he plays with the ends of your hair.

You lay there in silence for a few minutes, just enjoying how safe and loved you feel in this moment. Sure you and Fred have been friends for awhile, but you never really thought he saw you as anything more than a friend in passing. Someone it’s nice to hang out with in classes or at lunch, maybe have a conversation with here and there when you spot each other in the common room, but nothing more than that.

“Y/n, love. I’m so sorry that you’ve ever felt like a replacement. I promise you that you’re not. Anyone would be lucky enough to have you as a friend.”

“Thanks, Freddie.” You mumble, your face still buried in his chest.

You really don’t believe his words any. You know you’re nice and can be a fun person, but it doesn’t feel like you’re good enough for people to feel lucky to have you.

Fred pouts, taking notice of your tone and knowing that you don’t believe him. He honestly can’t believe you wouldn’t feel that way when he’s considered himself lucky to have even met you, let alone become friends with you.

“Princess, look at me. Please”

You lift your head, meeting his chocolate-hued irises. There’s no stopping the blush that tinges your cheeks as you’ve never had such direct contact with Fred.

“You are so special and are such a wonderful person. I’ve felt so lucky to have even met you, love. Every day since, I’ve just felt luckier. Bloody hell, I feel like I’ve won a hundred galleons just to be the one you’ve talked to about this.” He smiles, causing you to shake your head and look away from him.

“Hey.” He gently lifts your chin with his pointer finger, making eye contact with you again.

“Even if you can’t believe it now, I promise you that someday soon you won’t ever have to question your friendships or feel like a last-resort-friend. You are the favourite friend, daring. You’re my favourite and main friend.”

“I thought George was your main friend, Freddie. Or did he get demoted?” You joke, that being the only way you knew how to respond to such a moment.

“Love, I’m pretty sure he got demoted the second I met you.” He smiles, loving the dark blush that covers your cheeks.

He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you stare up at him. You smile lightly, your eyes closing at the feel of his soft lips against your hairline.

“Thank you, Freddie. Seriously.” You mumble, voice wavering as you feel tears well in your eyes.

“Of course, y/n. I am so sorry you’ve ever felt this way. I know how heavy it is to carry around and you should never have had to do that. You’re such a lovely person, and I swear it when I say anyone would be lucky to be your friend.”

You sniffle as a small smile finds its way onto your lips again, this one in happiness instead of as a mask.

“You’re truly amazing. You know that, fred?”

“Hmm, I’ve been told. But I wouldn’t mind being told again.” He chuckles, a huge smile on his face as you playfully swat at his chest.

He watches you rest your head against him, arms wrapping around him as you close your eyes. He can only hope that you feel safe and loved in this moment. That you realize just how amazing you are, and that you are someone’s main friend.

He smiles, playing with the ends of your hair and drawing a soft hum from your body. If this is what it takes to remind you just how special you are, he’d do this every single day. Anything to stop you from feeling second-best, because you could never come second to anyone.

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miekasa · 3 years ago

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mie.. i’m going into another eren phase.. so can you pls tell me your fav boyfie eren hcs…

Yeah, why not. I have so many random ones because he is my boyfriend <333 so here you gp

sfw

Eren doesn't actually work out all that often. He’s always been athletic, so his exercise comes in the form of playing sports, but he doesn’t really go to the gym outside of playing/practice.

Loves cake pops, more often than not “treats himself” to one after an exam or assignment, or whenever he feels like it lmfao. He basically eats it all in one bite, keeps the stick in his mouth to fidget with until he finds a trashcan.

Likes seeing you in his hoodies because, well, it’s his hoodie on you; but mostly because of the size of the actual hood on you. He thinks it’s so funny but also pretty cute how the hood alone swallows you up.

Grocery shopping with you is one of his favorite activities. He rarely goes by himself—if not with you, then with Mikasa or Armin—and all he really does is follow you around the store and occasionally put some stuff in the cart, but he still loves it. He likes running and then jumping on the cart like it’s a scooter.

No matter how many makeup tutorials he watches, or how many times he watches you do your own makeup, he doesn’t really understand how it works lmfao. He likes watching it, and he thinks you look pretty if wearing makeup is your thing, but he baffles him how a little tube of concealer brightens your under eye.

Speaking of which, he sits criss cross applesauce either on your bed or on the toilet if you’re in the bathroom, while he watches you do your makeup. Counts the steps in his head, always confuses the contour and bronzer. It’s okay, he’s learning.

He both likes and dislikes FaceTime. He likes the convenience of it (and will abuse it by calling you even tho you’ve just barely left his house), but he would much rather just go and see you; so he does. Unless there’s something keeping you apart, Eren will make the effort and the trip to go and see you, even if it’s late at night.

He gets warm very easily, but always has some sort of coat/outerwear on him, even if it’s just a light windbreaker. He usually ends up hanging it over your shoulders or telling you to wear it because you “look cold” when he wants to take it off.

He walks just like a half step behind you; technically still by your side, but trailing you by the tiniest amount. That way he gets to be with you and watch you, and also steer you away from anything/anyone else he sees ahead while you’re walking.

If he notices your shoelaces are untied, he gently pokes your shoulder to get you to stop, then bends down and ties them for you.

His phone case is brown leather, and has your initials engraved at the very bottom in a very tiny, dark green font.

Likes walking around with you at night so congrats on having your own personal guard dog for Safety lmfaoo. Sometimes you guys don’t even talk; he just wants to hold your hand and wander around, and just be with you for a little bit.

He is the one putting hair ties on YOUR gear shift and around YOUR wrist. Marking his territory lmfaooo

Learns to like coffee in college, and learns your Starbucks order pretty quickly. He’s got a very small addiction, but he always buys you a cup when he gets his own, so at least it’s beneficial for you. He doesn’t usually have much an extreme sweet tooth, but he takes his coffee with quite a few pumps of syrup and/or sweetener.

Eren loves hugs, and once he starts getting them, he refuses to go with out them. Back hugs are his favorite, whether it be you hugging him from behind, or him doing it to you; either works for him, both feel like heaven.

You know when it’s time to head home after a party/hanging with your friends because Eren will drape himself over you and gradually apply more of his body weight the more tired/drunk he gets. Regardless of whether or not he’s sloshed, he’ll still press very light and innocent kisses onto your neck and ears.

Turns out he really likes getting kisses on his cheeks. It always takes him by surprise; his eyes widen and his eyebrows raise just a bit, but he usually evens out his expression before you pull back, so you don’t see. What you do see is the sorta glazed over, happy look in his eyes, and if you look closely, you might see his pupils dilate, too.

He actually doesn’t mind reading, he just never thinks to read in his free time. When he does remember, and what he’s reading is interesting to him, he finishes the book pretty quickly—a few days, maybe a week at most—it’s kind of impressive. Then he goes on to not look at another book for a good five months lmfao.

Asked you what detergent and fabric softener you used on your sheets, then bought the exact same products to do his laundry with.

He picks you up pretty often. It’s not always tossing you over his shoulder, or carrying you bridal style, but if he needs to get to something behind you in the kitchen he’ll just. Just pick you up, turn, plop you down, get what he needs, pick you up, turn around again, and plop you right back into place. Like a doll.

Actually very good and very meticulous when it comes to cleaning. Not a single hard water stain in sight on your dishes. Sparkling countertops and tables, your oven has never looked shinier than when he’s done with it.

Doodles on his notes when he’s bored in class. Doodles on your notes if he’s bored in class and you’re there, too.

He claims to not get jealous easily, but he definitely does. His methods of dealing with it are either to (a) pout (usually only happens when he gets jealous of someone you’re telling him about), (b) find an excuse to pull you away from this other person, (c) be extremely cold to this other person, (d) pretend to be sick/tired/hungry as an excuse for you to be concerned about him/dote on him in front of this other person (this is his favorite method).

Will push your phone down/into your face if you’re laying down using it or just scrolling through your feeds. Thinks it’s peak comedy, always runs away with a little shit grin on his mouth.

He’s always tuned into you, and sometimes physically turned to you, even in a larger conversation with other people around. Finds a way to pull you into the convo if you’ve been on the quieter side, nudges at your side under the table to bother you when you’re distracted, frequently looks at you even if someone else is talking.

nsfw/suggestive

Eren really likes lazy sex, and it’s arguably one of his favorites; and for someone who’s not a morning person, he sure does like morning sex. He does this thing where he wakes up at like eight in the morning, starts feeling up on you, and eventually very lazily fucks you before you even have the chance to say good morning, then crashes and sleeps for another two hours. Sometimes he doesn’t pull out.

Always gets hard when you do try on hauls of the new clothes you’ve bought; whether it be via FaceTime or in person. You could be showing him your new sweatpants, and he’ll still find it sexy.

Can and will find time to grope you whenever possible. Getting water from the kitchen means you’re getting your ass smacked while you open the fridge. Putting on your shoes also means you’re getting your ass smacked when you bend over. Standing around debating on what to wear for the day means he’s coming up behind you to put his hands on your boobs. Doing your skincare routine in the bathroom means he’s got his hands on your hips squeezing at your skin.

Likes being bitten. Will tell you to bite him; he’ll lean down while he’s fucking you, smile wickedly when you grab and claw at his back, and you’re gasping against his shoulder, “Wanna hurt me? Go ahead, baby, do your worst.”

He loves making out with you, even if it doesn’t lead to sex; actually, sometimes, he prefers it that way. You make his head spin just by kissing him, and there’s a special kind of bliss of just rutting against each other without fucking that he loves.

Lovesssss taking mirror selfie’s with you on his lap and your back to the mirror, especially right after sex. Your head resting on his shoulder and he just barely murmurs, “Stay right there, don’t move.” Might start a collection of pics like that.

Tugging on his ear acts as encouragement, but somewhat surprisingly, that sole action doesn’t necessarily turn him on; it doesn’t turn him off, and he likes it, but it’s more... soothing? than sexual to him. What you should do instead is put your hand on the back of his neck/touch the hair near his nape.

He could have done all the work, but will still wrap you in his arms and kiss your head and tell you how good you are, how good you were to him. He really does think you fucked him 9/10 times and takes pride in it too lmaooo

Holds your jaw open with one hand, presses the index and middle fingers of his other hand against your tongue, and watches your spit pool around him. He exhales slowly at the sight, moving his fingers around to coat them evenly before pulling them out of your mouth and separating them; watches a thin line of spit connect them and groans.

Holds you jaw a lot, actually: when you’re kissing, when you’re blowing him, when he’s on top and fucking you, when he’s fucking you from behind, he’ll pull you up with one hand, use two fingers and turn your head to the side so he can kiss you.

It’s him that kinda loses it first most of the time; that gets that fucked out, hazy look in his eyes, that makes everything feel like too much so his head drops to your shoulder and he resorts to biting at your neck to further stimulate you.

Likes sucking on your tongue when you kiss. Falls in love with you all over again on the spot when you do it back to him.

You could just barely put your hands on him and Eren will groan, mutter about how you’re so sexy and how badly he wants to fuck you. Could just lay back with your chest heaving from kissing him and he’s got hearts in his eyes and his dick is hard.

#anonymous #sick and twisted and lovely and precious my boyfriend ladies and germs!!!!!#eren x reader #aot x reader #eren fluff #eren smut #eren jaeger x reader #eren.ask

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windblooms · 4 years ago

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liyue boys – how they touch their s/o

headcanons and scenarios of how childe, chongyun, scaramouche, xiao, xingqiu, and zhongli would romantically interact with their s/o.

gender-neutral reader. sfw scenarios for each character, with additional suggestive implications for childe, scaramouche, xiao, and zhongli (since they’re confirmed legal). 2309 words.

childe

the Touchiest of the liyue boys

he just really, really fond of touching you, whether it be with his fingers through your hair or having you a hand on your lap.

the first time he wanted to touch you, he actually asked (yes, verbally) if you were okay with him doing so

at least one of his acts with you could be orthodox, yeah? although, looking back on it now, he supposes that he was attempting to be a bit more serious and wasn’t sure how to convey the sentiment when his reputation often preceded him

since then, he’s made a habit to have you next to him at all times

you don’t mind, since his attention is admittedly nice, but understandably neither of you want to display affection towards each other in the presence of his coworkers.

if you were to be in public, such as walking down the streets of liyue, then he’d have his fingers laced between yours

if he were to be in a particularly good mood that day, he’d actually have you hook your arm around his. you’re not sure why – but maybe it’s because more of you would be pressed against him that way.

an avid displayer of fleeting touches. some are playful, like tapping his finger on your nose to get your attention, while others are slightly more teasing, like trailing his fingers up your thigh when you’re working and really shouldn’t be getting distracted.

“i can’t help it. your expressions are always the best part.”

so long as you’re next to him, he’ll find any excuse possible to have himself on you.

you’re cold? take his coat, but also a complimentary hug because wow he’s kinda sorta warm for a snezhnayan native.

got work to do? he’ll stroll over to you every once in a while, claim he’s checking on you, and then place a kiss on your cheek as “encouragement.”

just got home from a long day out? take some time to lay on top of him, he makes for a comfy mattress

his favorite ways to touch you: gloves off, thumb rubs against the back of your hand, hands cradling your neck or squeezing your hips in more passionate moments. especially enjoys contact the more of your body he feels. not sexual all the time, but definitely sensually pleasing. he’s reassured when he feels you next to him.

chongyun

chongyun is relatively inexperienced in acting out his romantic impulses.

hand holding? yeah, sure, he knows it’s what people do, but apparently there something about interlacing fingers . . . ?

also, there are different ways to hug? he thought that just wrapping his arms around your shoulders would be fine, but is there a specific instance where he should “back hug” you?

he thinks there should be a lover’s manual for how to go about with physical touch, but sadly there isn’t, and he’s left by himself to make sense of his confusion.

he’ll have to learn first-hand – something he quickly realizes he won’t mind.

chongyun’s touches will reflect his nature: gentle and initially somewhat shy, but he will gradually become more confident as time goes on.

the first time he tries to initiate hand-holding with you, you’re sitting next to each other on the couch

you can tell something’s a bit off by how he’s staring straight into your skull, as if he’s conflicted over something even when there’s nothing to be distressed about –

and he lifts his hand, hesitantly, and you swear that he’s shaking, before he mumbles something along the lines of “screw this” and just

places the tips of his fingers over the back of your hand and

just leaves them there

and you’re blinking, not quite sure what to make of his awkwardness, before connecting the dots when you see him absolutely red in the face.

he’s startled when he hears you laugh, and especially when you move your hand to securely grasp his own.

you’re warm, incredibly so, and when he looks up from his lap to affirm that he hasn’t made a complete mess of the mood, you’re there to give him a pat on the head.

“y-yeah. can we stay like this? hey! no, don't laugh – ”

the take-away: soft boy. will realize that he loves it when you squeeze his hands but will be flustered when admitting it. also internally enjoys it when you put your chin atop his head, and when you let him put his hand on your shoulder. will become more confident over time with showing affection, whether it be through light touches or shy pecks.

scaramouche

scaramouche is admittedly one of the more destructive harbingers

meaning he wouldn’t be one to be gentle in the slightest

probably doesn't even know that hugging is supposed to be an act of affection and instead registers it as another method to crush someone’s chest

the least likely out of the liyue boy to even be in a romantic relationship

but in the off chance that he is,

warm affection won’t be on the menu unless you’re in a dream sequence.

yes, he might not be as irritable around you. yes, he won’t immediately scowl at your presence, and maybe even request for you to be beside him once in a while.

but that is a far cry from assuming stable, healthy intimacy.

the closest he’s ever gone to touching you kindly is by pulling you towards him – nearly winding you with his forcefulness – and insisting that you play with his hair

(definitely a pushy one, and it would be endearing if not for the fact that he does not know how to interact constructively with others.)

so it’ll take time, lots of explanations and dialogue to tell him that no, he doesn’t have to be so rough with his grasp, and yes, it does bother you and you’d insist that he learn to be gentler before touching you again.

he won’t strike you down for speaking your mind – that’s exactly why he’s with you to begin with, since you were able to back up your wit with fight.

he’ll grumble, as if you had told him the most unpleasant of news (which you suppose you just have), but nonetheless attempts to mimic touches you would approve of.

scaramouche is, admittedly, easy to vex. while he might generally be a hassle to handle, the only time you do let him give in to his harsh tendencies are when you two are kissing each other a bit too hard or grabbing each others’ clothes too eagerly.

in other words, making out.

it’s obvious that he enjoys these more aggressive instances over the ones you’ve convinced him to be satisfied with. it’s an agreement that both of you have come to terms with: if he’s to command ask for little things, he better be respectful about it. but when you decide to reward him for exercising restraint publicly, it’s behind his door where you let him go unrestrained.

“so long as you’ll still let me do this, then i might tolerate your . . . other preferences.”

xiao

he’s not sure when you became more comfortable with one another, but for some reason he’s certain that it had to be after you commented on his hair

something about it being soft and appealing to braid – not that he would ever let you,

okay, maybe if you ask enough times. but for now the answer is definitely no.

anyways,

you were actually the one to ask to hug him first. he was a bit perplexed, wondering what you were thinking that prompted you to ask, but then realized that neither of you had been physically affectionate before.

as in, not even hand holding. or hand squeezes. or anything else that would be considered basic between partners.

as quickly as you asked, he affirmed that it was all right, and has since become attuned to your need for physical assurance.

something about him “feeling like home” and “safe.” at the time, he wasn’t sure what feeling like a home meant, however through time he realized that you felt like home as well.

soothing. as if automatic, he fits your body into his and holds the back of your head against his chest, lets you twirl your fingers in your hair, and carries you into bed.

under the covers, he feels more alone with you, as if the closed door isn’t already enough.

even in the dark, his eyes will roam all over your face, and he’ll run his fingers over your cheeks, down your neck, and over your collarbones.

he can feel you shudder slightly under his touch, and he’ll always stop immediately, concerned for your discomfort.

but when you take his hand to your lips and press kisses on his fingers, he’s relieved that he’s still doing right by you.

so long as you’re sure, he’ll continue his ministrations. whether it be holding your form flush against him as you drift to sleep, or crooking his finger under your chin so he can mold your lips together just the way you like, so long as you both know you’re safe with him.

in short: inexperienced, but always concerned for you. won’t do anything unless you ask or suggest, and even then, his care for you is more obvious than the wake of day with the sunrise.

“i’ll hold you as long as you let me – if you’d have me be with you.”

xingqiu

simple: dramatic.

if you thought that the novels he’s written have gotten to his head, then you would be completely right, because he does not miss an opportunity to add in some flair to your relationship.

produces a glaze lily out of thin air each time he greets you after your day of work, “fairest, this is for thou,” and has the audacity to look pleased with himself.

a nerd at heart, and you might unironically think it’s cute if not for the laughs he allows himself afterwards.

is always smiling when you touch, even if you’re just bumping into him accidentally.

it doesn’t take much to make him happy, you realize, but that assumption morphs into wow he just. really loves with his whole heart.

xingqiu’s a magnet when it comes to your shoulder, somehow always leaning against you when given the opportunity

you could be sitting next to each other at the table, or even standing up talking to other people, and he’ll latch onto your shoulder.

“i’ve got you right next to me. why not capitalize on the moment?”

absolutely adores it when you let him play with your hair. you’re not sure what it’s about, but after his obvious attachment to your arm, you just decided that he was a very physical lover and you’d be more than willing to indulge him.

if you come visit him when he’s reading or writing, he gets especially excited because!!! head rest!!!!

and consider yourself occupied for easily the next hour as he rattles off yet another plot of a novel, or attempts to woo you with sappy lines that he decided to mentally bookmark just to tease you with later.

in the instances when he isn’t occupying your lap or shoulder, he actually likes it when you lean on him as well, especially if you’re sleepy. he finds the whole act endearing, either you being too lazy to move to bed or finding him comfortable.

so long as you don’t tire of his antics, he’ll be sure to indulge you in the same.

zhongli

despite being what some would call oblivious when it comes to human interaction, zhongli is surprisingly romantically competent so long as you give him time to adjust.

he’s quick to notice things you like and hones in on them with relative ease. admittedly, the first time you hugged him, he was a bit stiff, but was actually the one to initiate physical affection the following time.

it gives you hope that there aren’t actually cobwebs still in that thousand year-old brain of his.

already a traditional man, you soon realize that he’s fond of more innocent touches, such as when you slot your fingers against his or unbind his hair to play with the strands.

he might even fall asleep if you comb his hair long enough, enjoying being spoiled.

forehead kisses!

at least twice a day, he’ll brush aside your bangs and place pecks on your forehead. if not your forehead, then definitely your cheeks.

lowkey wants to pinch your cheeks. you’re not sure why. maybe it’s the childish curiosity that peaks out of him every so often, and he’ll absent-mindedly comment that your cheeks remind him of crystal shrimp balls.

you’d stutter every time, finding his sense in compliments endearing yet flustering at once, and he’d just blink, the sincere man he is.

“but they do. flush with color.” a pause. “could i maybe have a bite?”

ah, yes, when he does want a bite –

his touches will be unbearably soft. so much so that you’re not even sure he’s real, with the tenderness on his fingers and warmth in his voice.

zhongli cherishes you as if he’s waited a thousand years for you. in the back of his head afraid that if he’s any more present then he might break you, as if he would ever capable of doing something like that –

he’ll have your thighs around his waist, body above your own and mouth leaving fleeting pressures along your neck

each time his lips press into your skin, he leaves sweet words behind.

he only wishes to enjoy the moments he has with you, so long as you enjoy yourself as well. zhongli will be attuned to your preferences, and take delight in spoiling you rotten – even if he might be a bit unorthodox with his speech, his sentiment is never in question.

#genshin impact #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #zhongli x reader #xiao x reader #scaramouche x reader #chongyun x reader #xingqiu x reader #scenarios #headcanons #short king will count as a liyue boy for now #can you see my zhongli bias? yes #italics need a break

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twistedmusings · 4 years ago

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Petting Dorm

A/N: I petted my cat for a good thirty minutes yesterday while I was watching the translation for the camp event and...surely the Savannaclaw members must like at least some pets, right? Like they must really want some pets after a good long hard day. Warnings: None, just descriptions of petting and three very happy boys u wu

The Savannaclaw members watch on as Grim gets the petting of a lifetime, wondering when the hell it is going to be their turn.

“Grim you are acting so spoiled.”

“Nyaha~! I deserve to be spoiled today! I aced my test while Ace and Deuce failed and me and Epel got a good grade in the potions assignment today!”

Grim leans back into your touch as you rub all the way to the tip of his ears before going right back down again. He lets out a happy grunt as his little foot starts to twitch, your hands now massaging right under his ears and near his cheeks before scratching right near the nape of his neck.

“Fgnaa...go a little lower!”

“Here?”

“Ah~! I really needed this. This is the reason I made you my henchman, [Y/N]”

“Because of how much I’m petting you?”

You press a kiss to Grim’s face, the other complaining for a moment before smiling as your finger rubs right on the top of his head. The two Ramshackle residents keep talking as they sit in the middle of the Savannaclaw lounge, many eyes staring at them but three sets of eyes in particular glaring at the cat currently laying his entire body on one of their pillows.

“[Y/N]-san...” Jack speaks up first as he watches Grim’s leg give another twitch, his eyes not even looking at you but focusing entirely on your hands.

“Hm?”

“Did you…” the wolf man can practically feel a shiver down his spine as you rub right under Grim’s ears, “Did you...uh...did you bring the assignment?”

“I did.” you play with Grim’s tail before running your hand up and down his back, “I thought you said you wanted to start when Ace and Deuce got here though.”

Leona growls when Grim lets out another satisfied sigh, watching your hands go right back up to play with his ears as you press the tips of them together and then watch them go back to their normal place.

“What is even keeping them so long?”

You shrug and rub a little circle right on Grim’s forehead, Ruggie following the movement with his head as he closed his eyes.

He could almost feel it--

Another slow and agonizing five minutes later and you sigh, shaking the shivers out of your hands as Grim is finally asleep, leg up in the air as you pull away from him and pull out your phone.

“Knowing those two they probably forgot…” you shake your head and stand up, “I’ll go get them--”

“NO!”

All Savanna claw members stand up as they lean towards you, eyes wide with different emotions as you do your best to understand their sudden outburst.

“What’s...what’s wrong?”

“You’re not leaving.”

You blink and point to the exit.

“I’ll only be gone for a couple of minutes, I’m not going to take long--”

“Sit down.”

It was frustrating that you couldn’t disobey this man even if you wanted to. The way he did anything was just so annoyingly confident that you weren’t even surprised when you simply sat down on whatever chair was available before Leona plopped himself in front of you and put his head on your lap.

“You have a lot of nerve petting that raccoon in front of me.” he glares at you before closing his eyes and leaning further back, ears twitching expectantly as you look down at him in, well, rather justified confusion.

“I’m...sorry?” you put your hands up and look at Jack and Ruggie, “I honestly do not know what to do, what is he talking about?”

You can practically feel Leona’s growl against you as he grabs your hands and puts them on his hair, letting your fingers reach deep into the dark waves as he visibly relaxes and lets you go.

“Whatever the hell you did to that cat monstrosity you better do for me...and if it isn’t as good that it makes me fall asleep in five minutes then I’ll be using you as one of my pillows.”

What...the hell?

Your eyes look over at Ruggie and Jack but they don’t even seem to be paying attention to you, simply looking on as you start to do some of the things you remembered doing for Grim.

He smiles as the petting finally starts, his ears being played with gently before your hands rub the tips and press them flat on his head. They give a solid twitch as they pop back up, twitching once again as they pick up your slight chuckling.

Now he understood why the raccoon had been so vocal about this treatment. Feeling your hands reach right under his ears and scratch made him let out a happy groan, tilting his head back as he gave you more room to play with.

You scratch the back of his head with one hand while the other does little cross shapes on his forehead, Leona opening his eyes to watch you work so diligently on putting him to sleep.

“Is this something you do every day for that thing?”

“His name is Grim.” you say and go back to playing with his ears, “And no, not all days. Only when he does really good.”

Leona closes his eyes as he moves his head to the right as your fingers scratch one spot in particular.

“Is that all it takes?”

“Yeah...I mean it keeps him motivated.”

He stays quiet for a few seconds before speaking up again.

“I stayed awake during one of Crewel’s lectures.”

You stop scratching to look down at him, amazed at what he just told you.

There was no way that was true.

“Awake?”

“Uh-huh.”

“As in fully awake? Listening to the lecture awake?”

“Uh-huh.”

“...what was the lecture about?”

Leona yawns and opens one eye to look at you.

“Advanced Magical History.”

You frown knowing for a fact that you cannot quiz him on anything since you still weren’t in that class. The reason for him telling you this was lost on you for a moment before you looked down in surprise and realized what this really was about.

No way...

Had he told you about that...just to justify you petting him?

“That’s really good Leona-senpai” you test the waters carefully, running your hand through his hair as he tilted his head back so he could feel the pull of your hands a bit more. Your eyes widen when the dorm leader nods along to the rather shallow praises you were sending his way.

“I didn’t know you were such a hard worker.”

“Mmmhm.”

“Or able to stay awake for so long.”

“Mmhmm.”

“I always thought you were just a lazy lion who liked to sleep all day.”

“Mmmmmm.”

It takes your entire will of strength to not laugh at Leona’s face. This man usually had his guard up so much that no one could ever get a read on him but give him some scratches and he opened up like a kitten to a new owner?

You knew you had blackmail material in your hands but the prospect of using it was still rather terrifying.

Leona’s threats should never be taken lightly.

You finish by rubbing his ears and letting go, the dorm leader’s head lolling forward as you stand up and grab whatever cushion you can get your hands on and putting it under his head so that you can lay him on the ground softly.

That was...weird.

“...I’m going to get Ace and Deuce now. If we don’t finish this assignment we are going to be screwed."

“[Y/N]!”

What should he say? He had just called your name out randomly and put himself in danger of waking up Leona. Dammit think of something, Ruggie!

He seems to come up with an answer as his usual playful smile comes back, standing up and walking over to you as his tail wags slightly.

“I can go get them for you.”

You smile and take his hands, shaking them twice before plopping yourself down on another available seat.

“Ruggie-senpai you are so nice! I think they might be at Heartslabyul? Ace might have dragged Deuce in on a game of cards or they most likely got caught doing something they shouldn’t. If you have any problems just text--Ruggie-senpai?”

Blue gray eyes look up at you, Ruggie’s trademark smile shining up at you as he giggles.

“Shishishi...you really think I wouldn’t do this without a price, [Y/N]-san?”

He grins and grabs your hands again, putting them right under his ears as he closes his eyes.

“Ruggie-senpai our assignment--!”

“Five minutes! That’s plenty of payment for the walk I’m about to do all the way to Heartslabyul!”

“It isn’t that long of a walk!?”

Ruggie shrugs as moves his head so that it is at the most comfortable position on your lap.

“Hm, but I also will have to walk all the way back to Savannaclaw so maybe it should be ten…”

You should stop talking at this point or else the times were going to go up higher, your hands getting to work as you scratch right in between his ears, Ruggie’s grin melting into a satisfied smile as you dug your fingers into his hair and started to scratch right under his scalp which earned you a giggle.

This sort of petting was so different than the ones he would use to get in the Afterglow. Just some slum kids trying to give each other love and affection because in the end, they all needed it after a hard day. Petting someone like this was a sign of close friendship and even romance, if done with that intent, but Ruggie never thought humans would be any good at it.

Yet the way your hands rubbed small circles right on his forehead, the very action you had done to Grim, he was still surprised he was half awake and not falling asleep on your lap.

“Mmm...is there anything else that needs to get done, [Y/N]?”

You smile when you see him so relaxed, surprised at how comfortable he looked. This hyena ran around the school doing errand after errand and getting buck after buck. It was almost inspiring if it wasn’t for the fact that some of his dealing weren't necessarily...legal?

Not like you knew about law in Twisted Wonderland so you let it pass.

“Not really, not for me anyway.”

Ruggie pouts but still melts when you run your fingers through his hair, starting right at his forehead and working all the way to the back. His ears twitched as you rubbed the tips before pressing both of them together.

“Well I am not charging for the walk back but if you want me to wrangle up those two first years I should charge a bit more, so when I come back I want what Leona-san got--”

“Ruggie-senpai it’s been five minutes.”

Jack’s tail is curled around him while he looks away, his eyes only barely making contact with yours as he looked at Ruggie and then back at, well, nothing.

Ruggie clicks his tongue before standing up and shrugging.

“Fine. I guess I will take that as a down payment.” he grins at you, “I will take the full payment later!”

You want to ask just what kind of payment he was talking about but you decide to keep quiet because that man would find some way to convince you that, yes, you do owe him something and that your payment was going to not be your money but your time.

And you didn’t have a lot of that to be spending it all in one place.

He walks off and you lean back, smiling as your hands finally get a break. Grim’s fur was always so silky and if you were to compare it you would say it was the same as Leona’s hair but Ruggie’s was definitely a bit more rough. It wasn’t a bad sort of rough but you figured this was the difference between long haired and short haired animals.

Although since Leona was a lion wouldn’t he also have short hair? Or was his hair more like his mane?

And what about Jack?

You turn towards your friend, tilting your head as you catch him staring.

“I don’t know why but I always feel like I have to apologize for Ace and Deuce, Jack. Maybe it’s because I met them first?”

He shakes his head, “You shouldn’t apologize for their actions.”

“Well they are also my friends so...I figured I could do this much for them.”

You wiggle your fingers in front of your face as you send Jack a teasing smile, “Want me to pet you too?”

The wolf’s tail goes right up before Jack pushes it back down with a growl, his cheeks burning a beautiful bright red as he answers back.

“We should just wait for Ace and Deuce, I want to get this assignment done already.”

“Me too. But it’s going to be a few minutes before they come back.”

“Oi!”

You are already standing up when Jack complains, telling you that you really didn’t need to do any sort of things like that for him and that he was perfectly fine and didn’t want to get distracted--!

“You’re the only one who didn’t force me to pet him, Jack. Just relax and unwind!” you smile and sit right behind him and open your legs so that you could pull him back and let his head rest on your stomach. His neck now burns bright red as you scratch right under his ears which only served to make his leg bounce slightly while he slowly got accustomed to your touches.

He wondered if you would pet him when he was using his unique magic as well, although knowing him he would get on his back and present his stomach if it started feeling this good and he didn’t want Ace, Deuce or even you teasing him about it! It wasn’t that his was enjoying this to that point--!

It’s just that somehow you knew just what spots to scratch and for how long to scratch them that he was starting to feel weak.

“Hm. So you would be a long hair…” you mutter to yourself as Jack closes his eyes, pressing his cheek against your palm as you rub circles right on his temples, “I think I like your hair the most...but maybe I’m just playing favourites here.”

The wolf wants to ask you a bit more about him being your possible favourite from the Savannaclaw dorm but his jaw snaps shut when he sees his dorm leader start to get up, glaring at the two of you with a dry smile.

“So you’re the favourite, huh?”

Jack blinks as he looks back at you and then at Leona.

“Leona-senpai--!”

The lion moves closer as he presses his body right against Jack’s shoulder, grabbing one of your legs and putting it over his own shoulder so that you would fit both of them in between.

“Ow--! Owowowowow--I’m not that flexible, Leona-senpai!!”

“He got his turn and now I want another one. Get to work, herbivore.”

“Hey!”

The three of you look to see Ruggie pointing an accusatory finger in your direction.

“What are you hogging [Y/N] for! They still owe me! Move over!”

He shoves at Jack’s unoccupied shoulder, trying to make his way into the little nest as you feel your other leg being raised up--!

“Stop! What in the world do you think I am--and where is Ace and Deuce!?”

Ruggie blinks before looking around.

“Oh right...I was supposed to go get them.”

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst imagines #twst scenarios #savannaclaw #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #jack howl #twst mc #twst x reader #//also I think Im in love with Ruggie now?#//Is that a thing that happened?

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simplyotometrash · 4 years ago

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Could I request hcs of the brothers reacting to MC asking them to lay on top of them. It’s just sometimes really comforting to have the weight of someone else on me.

I love your writing and I hope life is getting better for you! 💕

MC Asking The Brothers to Lay on Top of Them

Lucifer:

“What?”

You sprung the question on him while he was working on paperwork late at night.

“I just...well...”

“MC, please say what you wish to say. It’s late.” He rubbed his temples but there wasn’t even a hint of frustration or irritation in his voice. He sounded tired but nothing but kindness was direct at you.

“You’ve been working a lot more lately and I’ve been having trouble sleeping and, well, it’s really comforting to feel someone else’s weight.”

The blush on your face made him smile.

How could he say no to such a face?

He couldn’t

He turned out his light, now the room dimly illuminated by what light flitted in through the window.

“Well, my dear, your wish is my command. If you’ve been struggling to sleep, you should have said so sooner.”

He was careful when laying on top of you but found a comfortable way to lay soon enough.

It was odd, as usually, you would end up fast asleep on top of him. But he couldn’t deny it also felt nice.

“I suppose I could do this for you more often. All you need to do is is ask me.”

Mammon:

It was the middle of the night. The only reason you even bothered to ask him was because Mammon wasn’t snoring up a storm.

So you knew he wasn’t sleeping.

“W-what? Lay on top of ya? Is this some new kink ya found?”

Of course, you couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction.

You could feel how hot his face was. You loved how easily embarrassed your tsundere was.

“No, silly! Sometimes it’s just nice to have weight on top of me in bed. It helps me feel better and safer.”

Immediately rolls the two of you over to lay on you. You can feel his skin get even hotter against yours.

“D-don’t go makin’ a habit outta this, ya hear? I love ya and all but the Great Mammon ain’t yer weighted blanket!”

Says not to make a habit of it.

He’s the one to make the habit.

Him laying on top of you becomes the norm when you guys get ready for bed.

There’s something about it that makes him feel...small. But not in a bad way.

It’s like when he is the little spoon.

He feels protected and loved. Nothing can touch him.

But also nothing can get to you without going through him first.

And that makes him feel like he’s protecting his human, even while they sleep.

Levi:

Leviathan.exe has stopped working

System reboot needed

His face is so hot and red you could fry an egg!

“M-MC! Are you sure? I’m a gross otaku, I might not be very comfy to sleep under! A-and I have a weighted blanket, we can use that instead-”

“No, Levi, I want you to lay on me. If you’re okay with that. I liked weighted blankets but it is different when it’s another person.”

It takes some calming down before he goes for it.

And boy oh boy does he like it.

It’s not the most comfortable in his bathtub, though. He knows it’s gotta hurt your back.

So he plushes out his bathtub for sleeping to make it less hard and ensure your back will never hurt!

Besides, laying like that makes it way easier to actually lay together in his tub anyway. It’s such a narrow space.

Sometimes he asks if you can sleep on him instead and instantly understands the comfort it brings you.

Even when it becomes standard practice and asking isn’t needed, Levi’s face is always going to be bright red until he gets settled in for the night.

It also helps force him into a sleep schedule because he loves it so much.

Yeah, he’s okay with this. More than okay.

Satan:

Very little reaction from Satan.

He read about this kind of thing before. He was kinda wanting to ask you to lay on him but you beat him to the punch.

Mostly because he wanted to test it out.

“Of course I will. If it helps you, I’ll never say no to it.”

The biggest downside of being the one laying on top?

He can’t read to you very easily.

Satan loves reading to you at night, it helps the both of you wind down.

That’s okay, though. He memorizes plenty of stories to tell for the nights that he lays on top of you.

And he has books ready for the nights where the two of you switch.

He has no qualms with this. It actually feels really nice.

He can understand the comfort it brings.

Satan has never felt so warm and calm in his entire life.

But there will always be nights where he’s likely not going to be there when you go to sleep. So he invents in a heated and weighted blanket. He makes sure that he sleeps with it on him enough to the point it smells of him.

If it can help, even just a little bit, he’s happy.

The sweet boy just wants to do his best for you. He hates when he isn’t there for bed but sometimes it just cannot be helped.

Asmo

No explanation needed with him.

“Of course I will! I’ve been wondering what it’s like to lay on top of you anyway! You’re always laying on me when we sleep or cuddle!”

This man just adores it.

And he’s the smallest of the brothers so he definitely won’t be crushing you under his weight.

He likes it! It feels like he’s being pampered!

It gives you a great chance to play with his hair and he gets to just bury his face against the side of your neck or against your chest.

He actually likes it more when he’s on top of you. Especially when he’s had a bad day.

It makes you feel better and it helps him feel comforted after a long, awful day.

He feels like it’s his sanctuary almost.

Nothing can touch him but you.

This is completely innocent. He might make suggestive comments but this little habit you two have won’t be tainted.

Unless you’re the one to start it.

seriously this is just being said because i’m sick of everyone writing asmo as horny 24/7 and nothing else :))))

Beel:

“No.”

“But-”

“No.”

You gotta understand, this is gonna take A LOT of time and working up to get him to even attempt this.

Even then, he will never lay fully on top of you.

The most you’ll get is gonna be him resting between your legs with his head on your chest.

Beel won’t budge on this either.

“I don’t want to hurt you. I’m a big guy, I weigh a lot.”

All of that muscle comes with him being pretty heavy. Also, he’s somewhere over six feet fucking tall, he’s a very physically dense boi.

He will do what he can to help you but nothing will convince him to ever put more weight than necessary on you.

And even then, he doesn’t sleep too well if this goes on overnight because he’s just so worried about accidentally crushing you in his sleep.

I mean, it took a long time to get him to share a bed with you! And he’s still afraid he might roll over and crush you in his sleep!

Just take what you can get. He’s trying his best, he’s just scared.

He’s beefy and sweet and personally would rather you be laying on him where he feels a little more secure in your safety.

When he’s having a day where he just can’t do it, he gives you his jacket.

It’s heavy and warm and smells just like him. It should help, right?

Asmo said it would be a good alternative so he tries it.

Plus he gets to see you drowning in the fabric of his jacket because no matter how tall you are, his jacket will make you feel small.

The damn thing is baggy even on him!

Belphie:

Pffft

You never even needed to ask him.

You think you got a choice in this one?

Belphie will lay on top of you just because it means you can’t go anywhere unless you can get him to move.

Which means keeping his warm cuddle partner in bed all day.

So words aren’t needed here.

But you do explain it to him one day while you’re just snuggled in bed together.

“Huh. Makes sense to me.”

He’s so nonchalant about it. But he understands that someone else’s weight can be comforting.

Why do you think he sometimes pulls you on top of him to lay?

He takes comfort in it. Your warmth and heartbeat and weight remind him that you’re real. You’re alive. And you won’t be leaving him.

Of course, you’ll still be trapped by the Avatar of Sloth so you better eat and take a bathroom break BEFORE you head to the attic or to his room.

You won’t be moving until he wakes up.

Sometimes you swear he’s not even asleep based on the cheeky smile etched across his face.

You’ll take it, though. It brings both of you comfort

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall we date obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie #waylonwrites

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yutahoes · 3 years ago

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Her Fault

The second part of His Fault and from this ask and this ask of the same anon. This is bad. I really can’t write smut right now. 😅 (Please be warned)

characters: boyfriend! Yuta, girlfriend! Y/N, Shotaro, 00 liners, Johnny and his girlfriend

genre: smut

word count: 2.3k words

warnings: thigh touching, oral (female receiving), mention of punishment, mention of sex videos, kissing, breast fondling, virgin sex (?), cumming too early, handjob, cock riding, rough sex, creampie, dom! Yuta, slut calling, spitting (?), slight exhibitionism (Wow, that’s a lot.)

summary : You think it’s Yuta’s fault but really, it’s all you.

“You want him that bad, huh?” Yuta asked that made you look at him in surprise. He nodded towards the younger Japanese guy who was helping Jeno and Jaemin unload the things from the back of the van. “I don’t think he moved on from that as well. He always avoids me.”

You sighed before holding on to Yuta’s arm tight. “I think I scared him.” But Yuta shook his head, kissing the side of your head. “Aren’t you angry? When Johnny’s girlfriend slept with Jeno, he almost had a fit. How are you alright with this?”

Yuta chuckled. “It’s my fault, isn’t it?” He then slipped his arm from you before helping the younger guys with the luggage. Once again, a sigh escaped your lips. You hope he didn’t actually mean that.

It’s been weeks since you had your taste of Shotaro. He just left while you’re sleeping so you didn’t get the chance to ask him if he wanted this to be a regular thing. You never saw him once even if you hang out with Yuta’s friends and you were convinced that he is avoiding you. So when Yuta told you that they’re going on a vacation and asked if you want to come with him, you agreed right away.

“That’s so unfair,” Renjun said huffing. “Why can Yuta hyung and Johnny hyung bring girlfriends?”

You giggled at him. “Are you dating someone, Injun?” He only pouted while shaking his head. “Do you want me to introduce you to someone?”

“Noona, me. Introduce me to someone.” Yangyang interjected that made you laugh, revolting that he’s still a baby while lightly slapping his arm. An action you often do to him. Your giggling stopped when you caught sight of the younger Japanese boy looking at the hand you placed on Yangyang’s arm, jaw clenched. Is he mad?

From behind him, you can see your boyfriend, smirking. Maybe it isn’t entirely Yuta’s fault.

-----

Yuta was assigned to cooking that night and although you have trust in him, you decided to help him in the kitchen. You halted on your steps when you heard him talking to Japanese with someone. He was talking to Shotaro. A mention of your name made you return to where you came from, hiding from them. Maybe you can get some context clues from what they were talking about but you really can’t understand them. Are they talking about you? Why? What is it?

Even during dinner, you were just quietly seated beside Yuta and in front of Shotaro. It feels awkward all of a sudden since they’re acting like the way they were before things happened between you and Shotaro. Are you the only one awkward about this? You felt Yuta’s hand on your thigh as he asked if you were alright, you only nodded then returned to Johnny who was telling stories about his trip to Chicago.

The hand on your thigh moved up but Yuta’s still casually reacting to his friend. His fingers reached the hem of your underwear under your skirt and you parted your legs for him, giving him access. He started rubbing your clothed core, chuckling when you released a quiet moan and masking it with a drink of water. He hooked a finger on your underwear, pulling it down that you’re left with your nakedness.

You held Yuta’s hand to let him touch you but his fingers just dig on your thigh, pushing your legs apart. A gasp escaped your lips when you felt something hot enter your core. Your boyfriend lightly raised the table cloth as you saw Shotaro under the table, eating you out. What? You held on Yuta’s arms as the younger licked your insides. Fuck, he’s so good that you wanted to shout at the pleasure.

“Sho, you haven’t found your chopstick?” Johnny’s girlfriend asked and you almost cursed at her when the younger stopped what he was doing. You’re almost there.

Yuta was laughing that made Johnny look at him curiously. You saw Shotaro appear from under the table as you tried to catch your breath. “Yuta hyung was stepping on my chopstick.” Haechan just gave him another chopstick while Johnny kept on hissing at Yuta’s playfulness.

When you met eyes with Shotaro, he licked his bottom lip that made your heartbeat loud in your chest. Your core throbbing in excitement.

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You were so horny yet Yuta isn't in the room at the moment. You desperately wanted to touch yourself but he warned you not to. Not like you care about the punishment but he specifically told you to act properly. He may fuck you during the trip but he cannot punish you considering the teenage boys you were with. And now, you're back to being horny.

It was the second video of your sexy time yet you only grew annoyed that Yuta's not here to satisfy you. When you swiped left, Shotaro's masturbating video startled you to the point that you almost dropped the phone to yourself. If Yuta isn't here to play with you, maybe Shotaro can. So you typed a quick message to him, asking him to come to your room.

It's embarrassing, you thought after hitting send. Why are you desperate for a cock? You were about to type in an apology when you heard a knock on the door. Must be Yuta.

Giddily, you opened the door only to gasp when Shotaro held your shoulder while pushing you inside. "Sho…"His lips went to you almost immediately, sucking the soul out of you. His tongue entered your mouth and you moaned. He's such a great kisser. No, his tongue is amazing. "Aaah Shotaro..." you moaned as his hand went to your breast, squeezing it. He's so fast.

His tongue started licking your neck then up to your earlobe, fondling your breasts like it's a normal thing to do. "Tell me what you want me to do, noona." he whispered in that low voice that made you tremble on your knees. Why does he sound so hot? His fingers started teasing your protruding nipples from the nightgown. "I'll do anything you ask me to do." You stopped to look at him, is he serious? Anything?

But who are you to refuse anyways? An erotic moan escaped your lips when he started licking your shoulder with that long tongue that you adored. "That..." you groaned and he smirked. His hand pulled the strap of your nightgown, letting it fall to the ground. His mouth went to your breast, delicious tongue playing with your nipple. "Sho…" you called, threading your fingers on his hair. "I want your cock inside me."

You lie to the bed, pulling down your underwear that made him scramble out of his clothes. Shotaro was hovering above you in bed as you pulled him closer for a kiss. His tongue lingered in your mouth, proving that he's learned so much from kissing you. His groan echoed through the room when he slipped his erection in you. Your hand held on his shoulder, the other grasping the bedsheet as he kept grinding on you. "Noona." He called, grinding his hips on yours. "It feels so good. So so good." Then you felt something warm inside you. He already came? Just like that?

Shotaro tried to catch his breath, laying above you and crushing your body with his weight. "Sho…" You called. "You're heavy." He apologized, rolling on his side to lay beside you. He cursed under his breath and that's when your senses hit you. "Oh my God, that is your first time." You raised your body using your elbow to fully gaze at him. "I'm sorry. It slipped my mind."

"I'm fine, noona. You don't have to…" A grunt replaced his words when your cold hand touched his semi-hard cock. Your palm rubbing the base upward then groped the tip. Your finger traced the side of his cock while you stare at his angelic face filled with pleasure. "Noona. Fuck!" A melody in your ears.

His repeated moaning, calling out for you, only made you eager to get him hard. You jerked his cock, alternating in a slow to a fast pace. You placed your other hand on the tip, rubbing it using your palm that earned pleas coming from Shotaro. "Noona, I'm close…"

A smirk escaped your lips when he stared at your hand longingly, jerking his hip. You held his chest, kneeling on top of him. His eyes were wide while staring at you as you lowered yourself to kiss him. Your fingers laced on his fingers, raising his hands above his head. A whimper was heard through the room when his erect cock slipped inside you.

"You're so wet, noona."

"All because of you, baby." You grind your hips, holding his shoulder while reminding yourself not to come to his neck. He might not be ready for that. His moans kept on resonating through the whole room as you kept bouncing on his cock. His face was filled with unadulterated pleasure, turning you on.

You kept your pace, grinding against his hips then bouncing at his cock when you felt someone grab both your breasts from behind. "Hold her waist, Sho." Yuta guided while pinching both your erect nipples. "Jerk your hip up, she likes that." Your body arched forward when the younger raised his hips, hitting you deeply. Both yours and Shotaro's moans echoed in the room while Yuta whispered instructions to the younger guy.

"Noona…" Shotaro's fingers were digging in your skin and you didn't know if it was the throbbing of his cock or you clenching in on him that made all of this hotter. The younger Japanese kept on jerking his cock, eager to get in his orgasm while the older kept whispering dirty words in your ear. Shotaro’s nails dig in you as he slowed down his actions, warmness filling you up.

Breathless, you lay on his chest in tiredness. His cock slipped out of you before your hips were raised by your boyfriend, thrusting his cock inside you. You were still sensitive from your orgasm, feeling really full with the cum yet he’s pushing all of it inside. "Fuck, Yuta!" He was taking you roughly that you grasp Shotaro’s shoulder.

Your hair was pulled back and you moaned. "Show Shotaro how much of a slut you are." Your eyes gaze on the younger guy, looking at you in worry. Yuta held your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. "Do you want me to stop, baby?"

A breath hitched through your throat and in a soft voice answered, 'No daddy'. He slipped his thumb between your lips. His dark orbs staring at you and making you weak. "Open." You obeyed him, putting your tongue out as he spit in your mouth. "Swallow, my dirty girl. Look at Shotaro while you're doing that." The younger's eyes were only focused on you as you gulped hard. A groan escaped your lips when Yuta sunk deeper into you, roughly taking you from behind that you're in tears.

"Yuta. Oh my God!" You shouted, voice getting hoarse at the repeated shouting. Your voice echoed through the room and at this rate, the occupants in the next room will surely hear you. But you didn't care. Not when sex is this good. Is it Johnny and his girlfriend? Why do you hope that it's the teenage boys’ room?

"Fuck, baby, you are so loud." Yuta teased, thrusting in her deep. "Want to put a cock in your mouth to make you quiet." The imagery of him taking you from behind and Shotaro's cock in your mouth was too much. Your nails dig on the younger's skin as you shiver in orgasm. "So fucking wet, baby." You could even feel Yuta's cock slipping inside you with ease as you let him use you like his personal sex toy, Shotaro watching the two of you.

He rolled on his side after dumping all his load inside you. Shotaro had to help you lay in the bed between him and Yuta. You’re already tired, you can’t have another round. Your eyes closed in sleepiness while feeling Yuta’s hand slipped on your waist before asking Shotaro if he was alright before he answered “Hyung, can I join you again next time?” which made you smile.

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Yuta removed his shirt while approaching you beside the pool. The other guys were already swimming while you put lotion on yourself. “Where’s your baby boy?” He sat behind you, taking the bottle of lotion and pouring some on your back.

“He went to get ice cream.” You claimed then moaned at his hands, touching your back. His hand slipped inside your bikini top, smearing some lotion on the underside of your breast. “Yuta, you can’t do this. My bikini is white.”

The guy had to chuckle before kissing your shoulder. “You’ll get wet anyway.”

Shotaro sat in front of you, holding a cone of vanilla ice cream. “This is the only flavor available.” You held his hand, licking the cream seductively while staring at him. He lightly coughed and squirmed in his seat. Some cream was on your lips as you darted your tongue out to lick it. His eyes followed the wet muscle. “God, noona, you’re hot.”

“Want me to show you something cold, Sho?” He quickly nodded. You held his hand, asking him to follow you. “Do you want to come Yuta?”

He smirked. “Make Sho come first.”

The guy leaned on his chair before Haechan sat on the chair beside his. “Where are noona and Taro going?”

“Probably getting ice cream.” Haechan even claimed that he saw Shotaro buying one. “She doesn’t like vanilla.” Yuta said with a smirk.

Jaemin lightly coughed. “That’s sexy.”

“She is, isn’t she?” Both teenagers nodded even conversing about how they talk who among the hyung’s girlfriends are hot and you leading the 00 liners’ poll.

Yuta smiled. See? It’s definitely your fault.

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pacman | yoon jeonghan

ミ★ synopsis: being best friends, you and jeonghan know all there is to the disastrous effects of developing feelings for each other. that’s why you both make a sleep-deprived promise at 5 am to never fall in love with the other. however, jeonghan begins to question everything when he tasks himself with making you and the new transfer become a couple.

ミ★ genre: best friends / to strangers / to lovers!au, angst, fluff, some humor

ミ★ warnings: none !

ミ★ word count: 7,559

ミ★ pairings: jeonghan x gender neutral reader / jun x gender neutral reader

ミ★ notes: hi guys ! here’s my jeonghan oneshot that was inspired by jaehyun’s upcoming kdrama ! it took me a few days to finish this, so it’s pretty long and i would like to apologize in advance AJSKBGKB i also recommend listening to stay here by gaho on repeat for like top tier reading experience HAHAHA i hope you guys enjoy this oneshot, and remember to give jeonghan lots of love <3

Your eyes are closed as your head rests on the table, waiting for the lecture to begin. Your airpods are in your ears, playing a soft instrumental that has you on the verge of drifting off to sleep.

Until Jeonghan sits beside you.

“I thought you slept early last night?” Instead of hearing the piano, you hear your best friend’s voice fill your ears as you open up one eye. The newly dyed redhead is staring at you with an amused expression on his face, causing you to squint at him.

“Yeah, 2 am this time. Personal best for the year so far.” You tell Jeonghan, sitting up from the desk and stretching your arms over your head. Jeonghan rolls his eyes, knowing that is a lot earlier than the usual 6 am bedtime routine you’ve got going on. He sits down in the seat beside you, pulling out his things from his bag.

Yoon Jeonghan, your best friend of almost eight years now. The two of you met in middle school, having been paired up in science class to dissect a frog. Jeonghan was close to tears the whole time while you were practically gagging over the smell through your mask.

Someway, somehow, the two of you ended up sticking together after that unfortunate occurrence. No words were exchanged either, you both kind of just started sitting beside each other during lunch and waiting for each other at your assigned lockers.

In high school it got annoying, as Jeonghan suddenly started to become... pretty. He grew taller, cut his hair short, and had a smirk that made anyone and anything swoon. Well, everyone except you. It got worse when you both entered university, as Jeonghan is continuing to become prettier by the minute.

You can’t count on your hand how many times someone was jealous of how close the two of you were.

However, the two of you made a vow after watching one too many kdramas with the trope of best friends to strangers due to one of them falling in love. It might be a bit drastic, and it was in the wee hours of the morning when the two of you made this oath so who knows if Jeonghan remembers. You don’t even remember most of what you both agreed upon other than the fact that the two of you can’t fall in love.

“Hannie, our friendship is too precious to end like theirs did!” You say through your tears, with Jeonghan pulling out a bunch of tissues to throw at your face. He nods his head in agreement, running a hand through his black hair as he fights back his own tears, only to pause and turn towards you.

“You think I’d like you?” Jeonghan asks with a look of disgust on his face, making you halt your movements, looking at him with a glare. “Hey!”

“I’m teasing you.” Jeonghan says with a laugh, taking one of the tissues he threw at your face and wiping the snot that’s slipped past your nose from crying. You quietly let him, too tired and sad to tell him how gross that is.

“We gotta stop binging kdramas until 5 in the morning.” Your best friend tells you, and you nod your head silently as you stare into his pretty eyes. He lets out a yawn once he’s done wiping away your tears, turning off your TV and placing the remote on the table.

“Come on, lay down, yn.” You don’t move from your position on the couch, still huddled into the corner as you think of what could happen if one of you ever developed feelings for each other.

A small smile forms on Jeonghan’s face at how deep in thought you are, reaching out and patting the top of your head. You look up at Jeonghan, and he tilts his head at you.

“What’s up? I’m trying to tuck you in and you’re staring off as if you’re going through an existential crisis.” You purse your lips at his observation, wondering if you are having an existential crisis. Jeonghan sits back down beside you, and he rests his head on his hand as he turns his body towards you.

“Let’s make a vow.” You say after a moment of silence passes between the two of you. Jeonghan raises an eyebrow, “What kind of vow?”

You turn your body towards his, fixing the blankets on your lap before finally looking into his eyes again. You find Jeonghan’s eyes to be his prettiest feature, as you can always see what he’s feeling through his gaze. It’s how you’re able to tell when he’s lying.

“A vow for us to never fall in love with each other.” You state, and you watch as mirth pools Jeonghan’s eyes while his lips curve up into an amused smile. “I don’t think we can make a vow on something that’s out of our control.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, and Jeonghan watches as your eyes brighten when another idea comes to mind. He’s a bit taken aback when you suddenly reach out and grasp his hand, holding it tightly between your warm ones.

“Then we make a promise.”

“That’s the same thing as a vow-”

“No, shut up. Let me explain.” You say, and Jeonghan chuckles. He motions with his hand for you to go on, and you let out a breath.

“If one of us catches feelings, then we end our friendship.” Jeonghan stares at you with a serious expression on his face, and you find that you’re afraid at how fast the amusement left his eyes. Jeonghan leans in closer towards you, “You’d want to end our friendship just like that?”

“Nono! I mean like, for a certain amount of time. Essentially we’d just ghost each other until our feelings go away, and the other can’t intervene.” You explain, slightly shoving Jeonghan away, but you see that he still looks a bit put off by your idea.

“I’d feel like ass if you just left without a word, though.” Jeonghan tells you, and you slowly nod your head, understanding where he’s coming from. You let out another sigh, looking up at the ceiling.

“Pacman.” You peek at Jeonghan, wondering why he mentioned your guys’ favorite game when you were children. He gives you a tired smile, “It’ll be our code word. Instead of leaving without a trace for a couple months, or confessing our feelings and then leaving, we can just say Pacman. It’s not directly saying I love you, and who knows if either of us will remember the word. It’s the perfect thing to say before disappearing for a bit.”

You slowly nod your head, finding that it seems like the best option thus far. And so, out of your 5 am fatigue, you hold out your pinky towards your best friend.

“Pinky promise that you won’t fall in love with me.” You mutter sleepily, and Jeonghan chuckles, reaching out and intertwining his pinky with yours.

“I pinky promise that I won’t fall in love with you.” Jeonghan responds softly, pressing his thumb against yours, sealing the promise.

And now here you both are, still going strong after that sleep-deprived promise you made when you two were barely 16 years old.

You let out a yawn, covering your mouth with your hand while Jeonghan scrolls through his phone to try and show you the meme he saw earlier. Only for you to pause your movements when someone enters the auditorium.

“Look, I found it.” Jeonghan says happily, about to hold out his phone towards you, only to pause, seeing that you’re distracted. He turns his head in the direction of your awed state, only to find a handsome guy standing at the doorway, looking for a seat.

Jeonghan slowly turns back towards you, finding you still staring at the man. He’s never seen this expression on your face before when you looked at someone else, but he knows this look. And so, he lets out a grin, before standing up from his seat and walking down the steps.

Your eyes widen when you suddenly see Jeonghan’s red hair flash before your eyes, and you internally scream when you watch him walk up and bow to the incredibly pretty man.

“Hi! I’m Yoon Jeonghan.” This seems to startle the guy, but his eyes almost immediately turn up into an eye smile as he bows back in Jeonghan’s direction.

“Hi, I’m Wen Junhui.” Jeonghan grins back, before motioning over towards where you and him are seated.

“Oh God.” You mutter to yourself when the pretty man looks up at you, causing you to look down at your phone and check to see if you look at least half decent. You internally scream when you look back up to see him and Jeonghan walking up the steps, and you would’ve flipped Jeonghan off if it weren’t for the pretty guy looking at you.

“Yn! This is Wen Junhui, he’s a transfer.” Jun smiles at you, and you find yourself smiling back at him, warmth flooding your chest at the precious sight. “Hi yn, you can call me Jun.”

You nod your head, “Hi Jun, let Jeonghan and I know if you ever need any help!”

He sits down in the seat besides Jeonghan and bends down to take out the things from his bag, giving you enough time to quickly smack the back of Jeonghan’s neck. He squeaks, turning and shooting you a glare, only to stop and give Jun a reassuring smile when the pretty transfer looks at him in concern.

“Are you okay?”

Jeonghan nods his head, giving Jun a thumbs up. He glances towards you once more when Jun goes back to preparing his seat, only to find the slight sparkle to your eye as you stare at the transfer student. Jeonghan slowly looks away, knowing exactly what that sparkle will signify in the future.

Jeonghan walks towards the square with both airpods in, hands holding heat packs in the pockets of his coat to keep warm. He notices you sitting on the bench, bundled up in your large jacket as you wait for him, causing a small smile to form on Jeonghan’s face.

He’s about to call out your name, only to halt his movements when he sees Junhui heading the opposite way. Jeonghan looks between the two of you, knowing that you have a raging crush on the pretty man but won’t initiate anything, and that Junhui might possibly be interested in you as well.

It’s been a month since Jun transferred to Seoul National University, and Jeonghan’s slowly been trying to push the two of you together. However, he does it so that it’s not too obvious for the sake of him not getting yelled at by you.

When you yell, you yell for a long time.

And so, being the kind friend that Jeonghan is, he quickly walks unnoticed past you, and places both hands on Jun’s shoulders without a noise of greeting. This promptly startles the transfer student, considering the brief look of fear on Jun’s face, only for it to morph into a smile when he looks into Jeonghan’s eyes.

“Jeonghan!”

“Jun! Are you done with your lectures today?” Jun nods his head in response, and Jeonghan grins at his answer. He turns and points towards you, making Jun peek over his shoulder to see you practically shaped like an onigiri, with your shoulders to your chest and your large winter jacket wrapped around you. “Yn and I were just about to go and get lunch, wanna join?”

Jeonghan notices Jun’s eyes become a bit brighter when he looks at you, before he turns back to look at him and runs a hand through his hair. “That sounds great! I’m starving.”

Jeonghan nods his head, before turning towards you and calling out your name. You glance up at the sound of Jeonghan’s voice, looking over to find him and Jun standing a few feet away from you with small smiles on their faces. You shoot your best friend a look, and his smile simply grows wider as you stand up from the bench and walk over to the two.

“Jun! Are you joining us for lunch today?” You ask when you make it over to them, secretly slapping Jeonghan’s side for being a goddamn whore. Jun smiles and nods his head while Jeonghan inconspicuously rubs his waist to ease the sting from your smack.

“Where do you guys wanna eat?” Jun asks as the three of you begin walking out of the square. You think to yourself for a moment while Jeonghan stays quiet, letting you decide on where the gang will have lunch. You let out a grin when you finally think of where to eat, glancing at the two before saying, “Thai food!”

Jeonghan and Jun nod their heads in agreement, and you celebrate quietly between the two. You squeeze the heat packs in your pockets when Jun turns and looks at you, causing you to look back at him.

“What do you usually order at Thai restaurants?” You purse your lips at Jun’s question, fighting back the warmth from rushing to your face at the way he’s staring at you with so much interest. “It depends on my mood, to be honest.”

“Wanna order for me when we get there then? I’m not sure what to eat.”

“Horrible idea. What if I choose something you don’t like?”

“Then I’ll keep eating it, yn.”

“Jun!”

Jeonghan watches as you and Jun unconsciously walk faster until the two of you are now ahead of him. You are in your own little world as you bicker, but Jeonghan knows there’s no malice in your guys’ argument with the way you’re both smiling brightly at each other.

You pause when you don’t feel that familiar presence beside you, and you turn your head to find Jeonghan standing a bit far behind you and Jun. You squint at your best friend, before pulling your hand out of your pocket and waving him over.

“Hannie! What are you waiting for? Come here!”

Jeonghan tightly squeezes the heat pack in his pockets, before nodding his head and walking a bit faster to catch up to you guys. It’s only when he’s standing right beside you that the three of you begin heading towards the Thai restaurant again.

As the frigid temperatures hit him, Jeonghan’s left wondering why the heat packs no longer offer him any warmth as he watches you laugh with Jun.

Jeonghan sits beside you on your couch, invested in the new episode of the kdrama the two of you have been keeping up with. He turns his head when your phone lights up, and his eyes land on the contact name.

jun <3

“You got a text from Junnie.” Jeonghan says, taking a piece of popcorn and placing it into his mouth. You look away from the TV, picking up your phone and reading the message. Out of the corner of his eye, Jeonghan watches the dopey smile form on your face as your thumbs type out a text to your crush.

Suddenly the popcorn feels a bit too dry to swallow as Jeonghan reaches over to take a sip of water. It only goes down smoothly when you place your phone back down on the couch and adjust the blankets over you and Jeonghan.

“I love when the main actress stands up for herself.” You mutter, taking a few pieces of popcorn and tossing them into your mouth. Jeonghan nods his head in agreement, watching as the female lead starts cursing back at the man.

“There’s just something so satisfying about women proving that they don’t need a man to protect them. They need to show this more in kdramas, break the stereotype, ya know?” Jeonghan adds, and you smile softly, pride swelling in your heart at the simple sentence. He turns his head and catches sight of your soft smile, and he feels the undeniable feeling of warmth from the beauty of it.

A sudden bright light makes him glance down at the blankets, finding that your phone has lit up again. You notice as well, picking up the cool metal and reading the new text from Jun. Jeonghan watches as your mouth drops open and how you immediately stand up from the couch.

“Did something happen?” Jeonghan asks, only for your phone to be shoved directly into his face. The redhead curses quietly, muttering about how you need to update your phone to be able to turn on dark mode, before reading the message on the screen.

“He asked me on a date! Me! Wait, is it a date? What should I say?! What if he didn’t mean to send me that text?? Oh my God, I’m so nervous I could actually pee my pants.” You ramble, and Jeonghan’s eyes slowly trail up to your face, watching as you mumble to yourself and begin to pace around the small living room. He bites the inside of his cheek, before grabbing your phone out of your hands and typing out a message. Your eyes widen when you watch your best friend’s thumbs move swiftly across your screen.

“Wait, Yoon Jeonghan!”

“There.” Jeonghan states, handing you back your phone. You stare at the screen in silence.

jun <3: i was wondering if you wanted to go to the aquarium together on saturday? I remembered when you told me how you’ve never been, and the aquarium is having a christmas special even tho it’s november :3

It’s totally fine if you don’t wanna go by the way

you: that sounds great ! i can’t wait <3

jun <3: yay! I’ll pick you up at around 4 on saturday ~

Jeonghan watches as your eyes slowly trail up towards his face, and he wonders whether you’re gonna choke him or scream at him. Or both.

Jeonghan thinks it’s both.

It comes to his surprise when you instead wrap your arms around his frame, squeezing him tightly. Jeonghan slowly reciprocates the hug, cradling your head in his hand like he always does.

“Thank you, Hannie.” You mumble, and Jeonghan bites the inside of his cheek at the softness to your voice. He lets out a smile, nodding his head, “Of course, yn. Anything for you.”

“Did you know that you smell good?” Jeonghan raises an eyebrow at the random question, and the rumble of his chest from laughter makes you giggle in response, squeezing him tighter.

“Really? What do I smell like?”

You purse your lips in thought, before letting out a deep sigh. You close your eyes as you quietly say, “You smell delicate, it reminds me of Spring.”

Jeonghan’s heart thumps against his chest as he pats your head, “How can I smell like a season?”

“I don’t know. You just do.”

You pull away from the hug to flash Jeonghan a bright smile, and you watch as his features brighten at the sight. You rub the back of your neck, about to sit back down to finish the drama, only to pause when you realize something.

“Jeonghan!”

“Yn!”

“I have to choose an outfit for Saturday! Oh my GOD!” You sprint out of the living room and to your bedroom, while Jeonghan remains in the living room. He listens to the sound of your screeches, and the chaotic noises of clothes being pulled out of your closet.

“Hannie, come help! I’m not that stylish!”

Jeonghan bites his bottom lip, turning to look at the long forgotten drama. He lets out a sigh, bending down and picking up the remote, turning off the TV. The screen turns black, leaving him to stare at his reflection in the monitor.

It’s as if Jeonghan is having a staring contest with himself as he stares at the TV monitor, thinking of the answer to a question that he’s not willing to ever admit. He only looks away when he hears the call of his name, pursing his lips at the thoughts he was thinking.

Jeonghan pushes everything in his brain away, letting out a small smile when you walk out of your room with your head stuck in a hanger. You scratch the top of your head, confused as to how you even managed to fit your head through the small space.

“Please help.” You say, and Jeonghan chuckles, nodding his head and walking over towards your room.

“Should I ask how you even managed to get your head through the hanger?”

“No.”

“Good, because I didn’t plan out how I’d react if you told me about it.”

Jeonghan runs a hand through his hair as he looks out the window of his apartment, seeing the grand view of the city of Seoul at night. He tilts his head at the sight of a few fireworks shooting up into the sky, even though there’s about ten minutes left until it’s the new year.

“Hannie! My parents want to see your red hair.” He turns his head at the call of his name, finding you sitting at his kitchen table on FaceTime with your family. He grins and walks over to you, resting his hand on the back of your chair as he puts himself in the frame.

“Hi auntie and uncle! Happy New Year!” Jeonghan greets with a smile, and the two of you let out a laugh at your mom’s reaction to his bright hair color. He runs a hand through his hair, sending your mom a thumbs up in the camera. “Do you like my hair?

“I’m honestly just surprised that you pull it off so well.” Your mom responds, and you chuckle. Your dad nods in agreement, giving Jeonghan a thumbs up with a proud smile on his face. Grinning, you reach out and ruffle Jeonghan’s hair.

“Of course Hannie can pull it off! He’s one of the prettiest guys ever, I wouldn’t be surprised if he were able to rock green hair.” Your mom and dad laugh, while Jeonghan just stares at you for a moment, feeling slightly empty when you pull your hand away. Your mom lets out a mischievous smile, and you raise an eyebrow at it. “What are you planning, mom?”

“Since you think Jeonghan is so pretty, why aren’t you dating him yet?” Warmth immediately floods your face, and you let out a whine, causing your mom and dad to holler over in laughter. You turn to Jeonghan to apologize, and he just gives you a small smile, nodding his head in understanding. When you glance back at your phone to scold your parents, Jeonghan’s smile turns bitter, and he looks away from your screen to hide it.

You and Jun have been dating for a month now.

“I’ll talk to you guys later! Jeonghan and I have to take our annual New Year’s photo.” You say, waving at your parents with a bright smile on your face.

“Bye Jeonghan!” Jeonghan glances back over at your phone, finding your parents waving at him with happy expressions on their faces. He forces out a smile, waving back at them with the same energy they’re giving him. “Yn and I will try to visit soon!”

“Yeah you better!” You let out a laugh at your dad’s comment, waving at them one last time before ending the call. You lean back into the chair, closing your eyes to try and muster up some energy.

“Your parents’ love suck all the life out of you?” Jeonghan asks with an amused expression on his face, and you wave him away with your hand, eyes still closed as you do so. He chuckles, reaching out and pinching your cheek before walking back over to the couch.

“Are we gonna take a picture or what?” You open your eyes to see Jeonghan already preparing the polaroid camera, and you stand up and walk over to him. You rest your chin on his shoulder, making Jeonghan stiffen slightly, and he hopes you didn’t notice. However, you’re observant.

“Why’d you freeze? Oh! Is your shoulder bothering you again?” You ask in concern, immediately stepping back and assessing Jeonghan’s shoulder. He watches as you begin to ramble about how he should go to the doctor about his shoulder pain as you poke and prod at him. Biting the inside of his cheek, he moves his shoulder out of your reach, “It’s fine, I just slept wrong last night.” He lies through his teeth, and you stare into Jeonghan’s eyes as your hands slowly fall to your sides.

His deep brown eyes bore into yours, seeing a reflection of his own as he does so. After a moment of searching, you look away with a sigh.

Jeonghan’s eyes are your favorite feature of his, as his true emotions always show through them. They’re his most honest feature, you’d say.

so why can’t I tell if he’s lying right now?

You shake your head, before looking back at Jeonghan with a smile. You nod your head, reaching out and softly patting his shoulder as a means to not accidentally hurt him. “Let’s take the photo, I need a post for Instagram.”

Jeonghan scoffs, holding up the polaroid camera, “You only want to take photos with me so that you get more likes on Instagram.”

You smile, peace sign up towards your eye as you nod your head, “Of course. If I have a pretty boy beside me in my photos, then everyone will like them!”

Jeonghan smiles, winking into the polaroid camera as the flash goes off. The film photo immediately pops out, and you take the small photo and wave it around. Jeonghan purses his lips, before holding up the camera again.

“Let’s take one more.” He says, and you raise an eyebrow, surprised that he wants to take another photo with you. You place the polaroid down onto the coffee table before posing without question, as you’re afraid he will immediately take back the request.

“1, 2, 3-” Your hand makes your way to Jeonghan’s face, squishing his cheeks when the flash goes off. Jeonghan turns to face you, finding you giggling happily as you take the developing polaroid, flapping it around a bit before placing it onto the coffee table.

“I wanted to look handsome in that one.” Jeonghan whines, and you roll your eyes.

“You’re always handsome, be quiet.” You respond, and Jeonghan opens his mouth to argue, only to stop when you glance at the time.

“15 SECONDS!” You screech, grabbing the noise maker and confetti, handing one to Jeonghan in the process. You jump up and down as the two of you begin to count down.

“10!”

“9!”

“8!”

“7!” Jeonghan glances at you, feeling as if time is starting to slow down as you excitedly dance while counting down.

“6!”

“5!”

“4!” You laugh happily, doing a small dance as you prepare the confetti in your hand.

“3!”

“2!” Jeonghan feels his heart sink in his chest when you turn to face him with a bright smile, seeing all the stars in your eyes as you stare at him.

“1!”

“Happy New Year, Hannie!” You squeal, throwing the confetti up as high as you can into the air. Jeonghan swallows, noticing how dry his throat has become as he takes in the sight before him. Time comes to a slow as the fireworks explode in the air behind you through the window, while the confetti sparkles fall around the two of you. All the background noise drowns out, all of his senses honing in on you and you only. You look nothing short of ethereal in this moment.

The realization of what he’s been denying for the last three months comes to the surface as he stares at you, and he wishes for nothing more than for it to not be true. That it’s just a fluke.

However, when you turn back towards him and wrap your arms around his frame, greeting him Happy New Year once more, Jeonghan knows it’s the truth.

“Happy New Year, Yoon Jeonghan.” You say softly with a grin, and Jeonghan slowly wraps his arms around you, biting the inside of his cheek as he closes his eyes.

“Happy New Year, yn yln.” Jeonghan mutters, and you pull away to pull out your phone from your pocket. You wave it around Jeonghan’s face with a mischievous smile, “I’m gonna go greet Jun a happy new year, I’ll be back in a sec.”

Jeonghan squeezes his fist at his side, nodding his head as he gives you a smile. “Tell the handsome man I said Happy New Year.”

You give the redhead a thumbs up, before dialing Jun’s number and heading towards the bathroom. Once the door closes behind you, Jeonghan reaches up and clutches his chest, biting his bottom lip harshly as he looks down at the floor. He notices the now developed polaroids, and lifts up the one where you're squishing his face.

You’re staring at Jeonghan with stars in your eyes as you smile widely, hand squishing his cheeks. Jeonghan purses his lips, before pulling out his wallet from the back of his jeans, placing the polaroid into the slot before his driver’s license.

The photo reflects back at him underneath the light from the fireworks behind him, and Jeonghan lets out a breath. Running a hand through his hair, he closes his wallet and places it back into his pocket. Just in time too, as he looks up when he hears your bathroom door open, noticing the happy smile on your face.

“Ready to make midnight snacks to celebrate the new year?” You ask with a wink, and Jeonghan throws on his best fake smile, nodding his head.

“Of course I do, don’t ask me no stupid fucking questions.” Jeonghan teases, and you let out a laugh at the sentence, sending the redhead’s heart into a frenzy.

“Let’s go make food then.” You say, turning and heading towards the kitchen. Jeonghan slowly walks after you, a sad smile on his face as he watches you dance as you walk.

Just one more day. Jeonghan thinks to himself, before speeding up his pace and wrapping his arm around you. You turn to look at your best friend, and he smiles at you.

“Let’s make rice krispy treats.” Jeonghan suggests, only to let out a laugh at how your face brightens just at the mention of the delicious dessert, and you nod your head excitedly. You lead him to his own pantry, and begin explaining who’s gonna do what as you take out all the ingredients. All while Jeonghan watches fondly, knowing that he needs to ingrain this moment in his brain.

Just one more day with yn.

Jeonghan shuffles in front of your door, dreading what’s going to happen as soon as he knocks on the surface. He lets out a sigh, resting his head on the wall for a moment, questioning everything.

What if I just pretended?

I could just walk in and we could hangout like we usually do, like nothing has changed at all.

No.

Jeonghan lifts up his head, raising his fist and knocking on your door without a second thought. He bites the inside of his cheek when he hears you say, “Coming!”

Your front door opens after a moment, and his eyes trail over your outfit. An oversized vest over a white dress shirt paired with straight leg pants and sneakers to match. Jeonghan’s eyes slowly go back towards your face, just to find you staring at him with surprise painted over your features.

“Hannie! I wasn’t expecting you, what’s up?” You ask, and Jeonghan stays quiet for a moment. He gestures to you, and you raise an eyebrow.

“Are you going somewhere?” Jeonghan asks, and you nod your head. Letting out a smile, you show off your outfit and do a timid spin for emphasis on the oversized vest. “I have a date with Jun today, you like the fit?”

Jeonghan doesn’t respond, instead squeezing his fist in his pocket. He looks down the hallway, making you look in the same direction as well. You find Jun walking towards your apartment, and you let out a smile.

“Speak of the Devil. Did you need something from my apartment? You can just lock up when you’re done.” You tell Jeonghan as you turn back towards him, and you find the rest of the words die in your throat at the sadness in his eyes. You reach out to grasp his arm, and he takes a step back.

“Hannie, what’s wrong-”

“Jun is lucky to have you.” Jeonghan cuts you off, and you stare at him as he struggles to utter the next word. He turns back to look at Jun, seeing that he’s almost to your door, having not noticed Jeonghan yet.

“Jeonghan?” You ask, and you watch as the pretty man turns back to look at you.

“Pacman.” Jeonghan breathes out, and you feel your heart stop, unsure of why.

He turns around and walks away without another word, and your eyebrows furrow in confusion. You step out to ask him what he means, only for Jeonghan to stop and turn around himself. He gives you a bittersweet smile, waving his hand at you.

“You look beautiful, yn. Have fun on your date.” And with that, Jeonghan turns around and walks away, sucking in a deep breath to try and hold back the tears that threaten to escape. Leaving you alone by your doorway, confused.

“Was that Jeonghan?” You turn your head at the sound of Jun’s voice, and he gives you a soft smile. You nod your head slowly, turning to look back in the direction that he left in. “Yeah, he seems sad though.”

“Wanna go and check on him?” Jun asks, and you bite the inside of your cheek, remembering the tickets Jun bought in advance for the two of you to go to this garden. Regretfully, you shake your head and give Jun a warm smile. “It’s okay, I’ll check on him after our date.”

You quickly grab your phone and bag, locking the door to your apartment and turning to Jun with a grin. He extends his hand towards you, and you intertwine your fingers with his. The two of you walk towards the elevators, but you’re left in confusion as to what Jeonghan meant, and why he was so sad.

Hours turned into days, days turned into weeks, and months eventually turned into a year.

You and Jeonghan haven’t spoken since the day he stopped by your apartment and said that cursed word.

You tried to reach out once you realized what he meant, even stopping by his apartment multiple times to just get him to say something, anything. You were quite literally talking to a door, as there was never a response. There were times that you fell asleep in front of his apartment on the floor, and would wake up in Jun’s arms as he carried you back to your own place.

Many tears were shed, hearts were broken on both sides as you lost not only Jeonghan, but Jun as the two of you broke up four months after Jeonghan left.

“I’ll always love you, but I know that your heart belongs to someone else.” Jun tells you softly, and you bite the inside of your cheek. He gives you a small smile, grasping your face, making you look down at the floor as he presses one last kiss to your forehead.

Jun pulls away, and pats the top of your head. “Don’t be a stranger, yn. I love you.”

You wanted nothing more than for Jeonghan to be there with you at that moment, to help you take the baby steps in healing, but you couldn’t get through to him no matter how much you tried.

It was what you two promised to do, anyways.

He even managed to avoid you on campus successfully, you couldn’t be surprised though. The university is huge, you wouldn’t have been able to find him if you tried, which you did. He stopped frequenting all the places the two of you used to go to, it was as if he disappeared.

And the hole in your heart grew and grew the longer Jeonghan was gone.

Now here you are, a year later, sitting on a park bench as you let the music flow through your airpods. The weather is nice, a contrast to the rain that’s been pelting the city of Seoul for the last few days. The sky is blue, and there’s a slight wind to cool you down from the warmth of the sun. You tilt your head back, letting out a sigh as you remember the pile of assignments sitting on your desk back at home.

And so, placing your hands into the pockets of your hoodie, you get up off the bench and begin to walk down the path in the direction of your apartment. Your eyes stay on the ground the whole time, just trying to focus on the soothing piano as you ignore the other people walking by you.

You only look up when you get to the crosswalk, seeing a crowd of people across the street from you. Your eyes trail along the numerous faces you see, and you’re about to look back down when you lock eyes with a familiar pair.

“Jeonghan.” You breathe out as he stares at you with the same amount of shock written across his face. His red hair is now dyed black, emphasizing his sharp features. His eyes still hold all the warmth that you remember as he stares directly back at you, making the pain in your chest more evident at how much you miss him. You bite the inside of your cheek harshly at how much prettier he’s become, wondering how he’s capable of doing so as time passes.

The crosswalk signal turns green, but you remain where you are for a moment, as does Jeonghan. The reminder of the promise the two of you made flooding through your mind.

“Pacman.” You peek at Jeonghan, wondering why he mentioned your guys’ favorite game. He gives you a tired smile, “It’ll be our code word. Instead of leaving without a trace for a couple months, or confessing our feelings and then leaving, we can just say Pacman. It’s not directly saying I love you, and who knows if either of us will remember the word. It’s the perfect thing to say before disappearing for a bit.”

Jeonghan begins to cross the street first, and you look down at the road as you step off the sidewalk, melting in with the crowd as you walk in Jeonghan’s direction. Your heart is breaking within your chest as you do so, knowing that you have to keep the promise you made with Jeonghan.

The two of you pinky swore, after all.

Tightly, you squeeze your fists at your side as the piano instrumental reaches its climax in your ears. Numerous questions flood your brain as you reach the middle of the street.

Is this it?

Are we never going to be best friends again?

Has he already passed me?

Does…

Does he still love me?

All thoughts rush out your brain when a hand grabs your wrist unexpectedly, the sudden jerk of your arm making your earbud fall out of your ear and onto the road, the soft key sounds of the piano disappearing with the wind. You open your mouth to protest, but the words die in your throat when you’re pulled into a tight embrace. It’s only when the familiar scent of Spring fills your senses, that you immediately wrap your arms around Jeonghan’s frame, tears filling your eyes from the overwhelming feeling of relief.

“Hi, yn.” Jeonghan mutters into your ear, tears falling from his own eyes as he holds you tightly, never wanting to let you go. You let out a sob at the sound of his voice, closing your eyes as you clutch onto him just as tight, scared that he’ll disappear without a trace again if you let go.

And so, through your tears, you whisper, “Hi, Jeonghan.”

“Yn! It’s only a few more minutes until midnight!”

“Coming!” You shout back, checking over your reflection once more. You step out of the restroom once you’re sure that you look decent, and walk over to your living room. You let out a smile once you lay eyes on Jeonghan laying upside down on your couch, scrolling through his phone.

“What are you doing, Hannie?” You ask, and the black haired beauty peeks at you past his phone, flashing you a smile.

“It’s more comfortable this way, wanna try?” You roll your eyes, flicking his forehead as you grab the polaroid camera. He lets out a whine, fixing his position so that he’s now sitting properly and not upside down.

“Why’d you flick me?”

“Cause you’re cheeky.” You answer, preparing the polaroid film to take the annual New Year’s Eve photo. Jeonghan grins, quickly fixing his hair to make sure it looks presentable. “Do I look okay?”

You quickly turn towards him, taking in his features. His soft eyes gaze into yours as you stare at his pretty nose and high cheekbones. You reach out and pinch his cheek with a smile, “You look pretty, Hannie. You always do. Now let’s take this photo.”

Jeonghan smiles happily at your compliment, before taking the polaroid camera from you and holding it out as you have trouble doing so. You let out a bright smile at the camera, Jeonghan doing the same as he takes the photo. The flash goes off, and you’re quick to take the film out and wave it around.

“Another one.” You command as you take the polaroid camera out of Jeonghan’s hands, and he chuckles, nodding his head. You hold the camera out and send a wink towards the camera, Jeonghan doing the same pose.

“Okay. 1, 2, 3-” Jeonghan quickly changes his pose last minute, reaching out with his hand and squeezing your cheeks with a laugh. The flash goes off, and you let out a whine, turning back towards the pretty man to see him still giggling as he takes the polaroid out and waves it around.

“Are you happy now that you’ve gotten your revenge?” You ask, and he nods his head with a grin. “Very happy, actually.”

You’re about to respond, only to pause when you see that there’s only 30 seconds left until the clock strikes midnight. You practically screech, standing up from the couch to grab the noise makers. Jeonghan watches you with a fond smile on his face, getting up from the couch to snatch the confetti.

“You’re doing confetti this year?” You ask when you scramble back over, noise maker now in your grasp. Jeonghan chuckles, “Why do we always get confetti when it’s a pain to clean up afterwards?”

You purse your lips, refusing to answer the question as you begin to count down the seconds instead. Jeonghan rolls his eyes at your antics, starting to count down along with you.

“10!”

“9!”

“8!”

“7!” Jeonghan nudges you a bit, and you stumble over, making the latter laugh loudly as you squint at him.

“6!”

“5!”

“4!” You and Jeonghan turn towards each other, bright smiles on your faces as you continue to count down.

“3!”

“2!”

“1!”

“Happy New Year!” You both cheer, and Jeonghan throws the confetti up high into the air. You laugh excitedly as it falls around the two of you, feeling your heart warm when he turns to you and grasps your face with his hands.

Your eyes softly fall shut as Jeonghan leans in and captures your lips in a kiss to celebrate the new year. Your hands trail up and rest on his sides, gripping his shirt as a smile breaks out onto both of your faces. He pulls away and rests his forehead on yours, staring into your eyes.

“I love you, yn.” He whispers, and you feel your heart swell from joy.

“I love you too, Jeonghan.” Warmth fills Jeonghan from those three simple words that hold so much depth as the two of you begin to sway side to side to the soft music filling the background.

The polaroid that Jeonghan kept in his wallet for the last two years sits up on the frame behind the both of you as you slow dance, the bright colors of the fireworks exploding outside casting an iridescent glow over the two of you.

As you scoot closer and rest your head onto Jeonghan’s chest, and his hand softly cradles the back of your head, you realize that sometimes,

Promises are meant to be broken.

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l-r-christian · 3 years ago

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Can I request where Elijah is with Succubus reader and it during the time he took his memories away? And the family is trying to bring him home when the Hallow some how was removed. Thank you for the idea of Elijah with a succubus 🥰

Your welcome 😉 and yes because I hated how season 5 was written.

Title: 'Forgotten family and forgotten memories'

Warnings: Fluff, A bit smutty, A bit angsty, Protective Elijah

Summary: Elijah had ran off after having Marcel compelled him with the help of Vincent and now the family is looking for him surprised to find him engaged.

The Latin: Mi cervus pulcher, ego te semper amabo - My handsome stag, I will always love you

French: Et je t'aimerai toujours, ma douce - And I will always love you, my sweet

Manosque, France was where Klaus and Hayley found Elijah as to find out just how did the piece of the Hallow was suddenly gone as Vincent and Freya told them it was removed not just from Elijah but from all of them. They stepped into a bar seeing Elijah sitting at a piano smiling with a woman sitting next to him and just as the witches said Klaus didn't sense the dark magic from Elijah.

Klaus and Hayley sat at the bar listening to Elijah seeing him so carefree and without a suit was weird to them. Elijah looked like he had no problems as he and the woman played the piano.

"Maybe we should get a cat, my love." The woman said as there was something captivating about the woman while both Klaus and Hayley noticed that there was nothing happening. It was as if the Hallow was never placed in Elijah or Klaus and both snapped out of their thoughts hearing Elijah speak.

"A cat? Maybe we should, a trial run before our marriage and children." Elijah says as Klaus looked to Hayley seeing the hurt on her face before deciding to head back to the hotel and call everyone.

Elijah walked with Y/N both laughing as they headed home feeling the cool night air since Elijah refused to use his daylight ring unless he needed to and when Y/N asked him why. Elijah just told her he enjoyed the pure things about being a vampire some times.

Elijah met Y/N after his falling out with Antoinette in New York when he was trying to track down Marcel and instead found the succubus feeding off of a vampire and since then the two had been together.

"Elijah!" They both heard someone shout his name and quickly Elijah pushed Y/N behind him seeing two people not far from them as to Elijah they seemed familiar but nothing came to mind. Klaus stopped Hayley from walking up to Elijah as he stared at the woman behind Elijah as he caught her scent.

"It seems my brother as fell prey to a succubus." Klaus said smirking as Elijah frown keeping Y/N close to protect her whoever these people are. Hayley looked at Y/N catching her scent as it smelt sweet, alluring and caught Elijah's scent over lapping the succubus's.

"How do you know what she is? What do you want? Who are you?" Elijah questioned as Klaus noticed how Elijah kept Y/N hidden from the view of hybrids and Elijah felt her small delicate hand gripping the back his Henley. Klaus noticed that Y/N was much more smaller than other succubus and seemly shyer than other succubui so it made Klaus wonder just how she he came across Elijah.

"We know many things brother. And we are here to take you home seeing how the Hallow is no longer in each of us."

"I have told you, I am not your brother! I have no idea who you are." Elijah said as Hayley stepped forward hand over her heart as an ache filled her seeing that his eyes had no warmth for her like before.

"Elijah, it's me Hayley. Remember? We were....."

"Stop. I don't know who are nor am I going with you! Me and fiancee will be leaving." Elijah said as this made both hybrids freeze. Klaus glared at Y/N believing she put some spell on Elijah and the hybrid moved to kill her only for Elijah to act quickly snapping both their necks. Elijah turned grabbing Y/N whisking her off to safety.

"Y/N be honest with me. You knew what that dark magic was in me....didn't you?" Elijah asked looking at the box that now held the Hallow. Y/N looked at Elijah stepping between his legs cupping his face, she was a smaller weaker succubus and Elijah could easily kill her but she trusted the Original.

"Yes.....which was why I removed it from you."

"And those people? What about them?"

"Niklaus Mikaelson, the Original hybrid the most feared of the Original family and Hayley Marshall Alpha of the Crescent wolf pack mother of Klaus's child. Then you, Elijah Mikaelson Klaus's loving brother by his side and to whom I fell in love with."

"I hope you know I will never leave you." Elijah whispered pulling her into a kiss pulling a mewl from her then moved picking her up by her thighs. Y/N moaned arching under her fiancee's touch when he moved her to the bed making her shift to her demon form, her skin a light red tone with small horns appearing on top of her head and her devil tail. Elijah placing a kiss on her lower abdomen where her tattoo was of a swirling heart and leaving marks on her abdomen pulling squeaky moans from her.

"So beautiful. Still shy little one?" Elijah asked kissing under her breast listening to her suck in breath. Elijah growled lowly feeling her tug on his hair pulling him into a kiss and he moved to her neck.

"Elijah....you know you are my second lover." Y/N said flushing as Elijah chuckled before tearing off the lace that was in his way burying his face between her thighs making her cry out. Elijah made Y/N come four times by his tongue alone that night as they forgot their troubles for the night.

"Humm goodmorning Eli."

"Goodmorning beautiful. So today we a cake tasting and you have a dress fitting."

"One step closer to being married." Y/N said giggling when Elijah nuzzled her neck as his hand trailed down between her legs. Y/N moaned against Elijah's mouth when he slipped two fingers in her as he drowned in her scent. Y/N whimpered and writhed under him wrapping her arms around his neck as Elijah's fingers moved in her.

"For a demon without a high sexual need. You are sure ready for me always."

"Only for you." Y/N said kissing him as she cummed with a soft moan and Elijah smiled gently pressed kisses on her skin then got ready for the day. Once again they were cornered by Klaus as Hayley went back to New Orleans as when Kol and Rebekah had returned learning the Hallow was gone.

"So you are just going to forget your family for some woman?"

"I don't know who you all are! Give up, Elijah Mikaelson is dead." Elijah said staring Klaus down breaking the hybrid's heart as he left leaving Elijah and Y/N alone. For a month they tried to understand where Elijah was when the family learned the noble vampire was in New Orleans. So with Hayley hurting and missing his brother, Klaus took matters into his own hands.

"Baby?" Elijah croaked out sitting up seeing Y/N holding her arm and he moved next to her the bite on her forearm.

"What is this?"

"A hybrid bite......I won't survive if I don't get a cure." Y/N tells Elijah making him frowned as the idea of losing her left an ache in his chest before standing up seeing Marcel and Vincent.

"Please help her." Elijah said looking at them then glared seeing Klaus walked in seemly proud of what he done. Y/N coughed moving to lay down feeling light headed getting Elijah's attention and he rushed to her side.

"I must say, it is a shame I bit her."

"Why are you doing this?! I told you, Elijah Mikaelson is dead."

"Only because you took him away. Now bring back your memories and I might cure her." Klaus said walking out and Elijah swallowed looking at Y/N cupping her cheek frowning feeling a fever.

"Alright.....I'll do it."

Both Elijah and Y/N was moved to the Abattoir since he agreed to bring back his memories. Elijah sat on the bed having placed a cool clothe on Y/N's forehead as Hayley stood by the doorway seeing the adoration and devotion Elijah has for the succubus.

"No matter what happens. I love you Elijah.....mi cervus pulcher, ego te semper amabo."

"Et je t'aimerai toujours, ma douce."

Klaus was angry that it didn't work to bring back Elijah's memories and was about to blame the vampire until they all felt over the woke up in what looked like the Abattoir.

"Great a Chambre De Chasse."

"What is that?" Elijah asked as they all looked at him noticing nothing was happening and that they could be near one another again. Freya explained to Elijah and everyone why they were there as Freya helped Hope because the girl wanted her family back together and to work it all out.

"That doesn't explain how we don't have the Hallow." Rebekah said crossing her arms as Elijah stepped forward looking unsure as they all looked at him. The siblings were surprised to see Elijah showing more emotion than he did before.

"Uhm....Y/N had took this dark magic from me. She called it the Hallow and sealed it in a box only she could open."

"Your so call fiancee removed the Hallow from us, trapping it away?"

"Yeah? Now can we get out of here, the woman I love is dying."

"She is a succubus. She'll be fine." Klaus said rather coldly as Elijah frowned stepping as Hayley saw how hurt Elijah look, the same hurt she felt when Jackson died.

"No she won't. Y/N isn't that strong of a succubus. If she dies I will never forgive you memories or not." Elijah said walking away angry as the siblings looked at one another. After working out many....many problems and Elijah got his memories back. Klaus gave Elijah the cure and Hayley followed Elijah wondering what he'll do as Hayley wanted nothing more than for Elijah to be happy.

"Here, love." Elijah said softly giving Y/N the cure and she got better as Elijah sat on the bed gently grabbing her hand looking at the ring on her hand. Y/N sat up looking at him knowing he had his memories back.

"It is okay, I understand Elijah....I was always going to be sec....." Elijah cut her off by kissing her and moved her under him caging her there. Elijah pulled away placing small kisses on her face feeling her grip his shirt looking at him with unshed tears."

"I love you, you will never be second choice. I may have my memories but how I feel for you is real." Elijah tells her watching her let a small sob hugging him as Hayley smiled walking off. Klaus was looking for Elijah swearing if he ran off with succubus the hybrid was going to dagger his brother then kill the demon. Klaus headed for Elijah's bedroom only to be stopped by Hayley.

"Shhh Elijah is asleep so is Y/N." Hayley whispering frowning when Klaus grhowled hearing that the demon was still around.

"I thought you wanted Elijah back?'

"Of course, but I wanted my best back and now he is happy. Elijah deserves this aren't you always saying Elijah is the best of you? Let he be happy." Hayley tells Klaus walking away to check up on Hope as Klaus looked to Elijah's bedroom.

Elijah smiled softly watching Y/N sleep next to him holding his hand to her chest as he enjoyed the quiet before having his siblings meet Y/N. Y/N woke smiling seeing Elijah watching her and leaned in kissing him.

"I love you Always and Forever."

"I love you too Always and Forever." Elijah said kissing her again relaxing as they enjoyed the quiet before the questions and Rebekah wanting to plan a wedding.

#L.R writes #elijah mikaelson imagine #elijah mikaelson x reader #elijah mikaelson fluff #elijah mikaelson angst

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ffamranxii · 4 years ago

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HAIKYUU!! COUPLES HEADCANONS

DAISUGA

-Daichi goes to the gym to work out. Suga goes to the gym to ogle Daichi

-Suga has a massive sweet tooth

-Daichi cooks, Suga cleans

-Suga is a little shit who is not above seducing Daichi in public. He can say the most lewd things without batting an eye while Daichi blushes furiously

-Daichi and Kuroo once hooked up at training camp. They do not talk about it

-Daichi is good friends with Michimiya and Kiyoko. Suga is closer to Asahi

-Daisuga rarely fight and are often asked for relationship advice. Daichi tries to discourage this because “guys I didn’t realize Yui had a crush on me or that Suga was in love with me for three years.”

-Daichi can’t dance, won’t dance, and refuses to acknowledge the time he got trashed and twerked

-Suga dislikes his given name unless it’s said by Daichi, who is the only person allowed to call him Koushi

-Suga is extremely flexible. Daichi is not.

-Daichi or Suga getting hit on makes Daichi uncomfortable. Getting hit on amuses Suga, and Daichi getting hit on makes him horny

-It took all of high school for Daisuga to get together, because Daichi is oblivious and Suga assumed Daichi wasn’t into him. Daichi’s dumbness and their mutual pining becomes a fond, shared joke several years later

-Daichi has no gag reflex.

-Daisuga have a very fat, very orange cat named Ninja. He’s surprisingly fast and agile despite looking like a furry basketball. (Daichi is a dog person and did not even want Ninja at first. He suspects Kuroo had something to do with this. Suga sometimes playfully gets upset because “Ninja likes you better than me, Dai!”)

-Everyone expects Suga to be the dominant one but Suga is more than willing to be submissive for Daichi and has on several occasions

ASANOYA

-Noya gets up before sunrise to run. Asahi would rather die than leave his bed before 8am

-Noya turns the coffee pot on and cooks breakfast to lure Asahi out of bed

-Noya is surprisingly patient, gentle, quiet, and kind when it comes to Asahi and his insecurities

-Noya is the type to bottle his insecurities and fears until they explode. The only one who can calm him back down is Asahi

-Asahi makes bratty faces when he thinks Noya isn’t looking

-Noya and Tanaka spend a lot of time with Daisuga because of the Daichi&Suga&Asahi&Kiyoko friendship. Asahi and Ennoshita become good friends

-Asahi doesn’t understand the distance between Noya and his sisters because Asahi is very close to his

-It is impossible to embarrass Noya

-Asahi gets a lot of inspiration for his fashion designs from traveling with Noya

-Noya knows how to braid hair and likes to play with Asahi’s

-Asahi enjoys physical affection but dislikes overt PDA. Noya would happily climb Asahi like a tree in public if Asahi would let him

-Only Asahi calls Noya by his given name

-Noya knows he likes Asahi early on but Asahi’s panic (“omg someone LIKES me?? NOYA likes me?? My crush??”) at his confession prevent them getting together until after the Date Tech match (after Asahi rejoins the team).

-Noya is affected by wanderlust and that’s why he travels. Sometimes Asahi joins him. They get married in Canada during one of these trips. (I once read a fantastic asanoya fic where a significant event happened in Canada so Canada is my asanoya place now)

-Noya sends Asahi a postcard from every place he’s ever visited. Sometimes he’ll spend over half an hour trying to find the *best* one, only to buy them all and send them as a sort of big long letter. Asahi saves them all in a photo album that lives on the coffee table. (Some people have a coffee table book, Asahi has a photo album.)

-Noya prefers to top. The one thing he’s really uncomfortable with is being on the bottom (physically laying beneath someone and also sex).

KUROKEN

-Kuroken have a black cat and a calico and enjoy naps on the couch with the kitties. Kuroo has SO MANY pictures in his phone of Kenma curled around the kitties.

-Kuroo: “Love you.” Kenma: “Hate you.”

-Kenma CAN cook, but likes that Kuroo likes taking care of him

-Every game Kuroo has ever owned is multiplayer because he only games with Kenma

-Kenma’s favorite games involve critical thinking and puzzles. Kuroo enjoys watching him play

-Kuroo is an introvert masquerading as an extrovert. Kenma is an introvert. They enjoy quiet nights in.

-Kuroo has anxiety. Kenma always knows when Kuroo is anxious and how to fix it

-People make Kenma anxious. Kuroo makes himself anxious.

-Kenma’s nicknames for Kuroo are Kuro and Koroemon. Kuroo calls Kenma Kyanma and kitten

-Kuroo has been in love with Kenma for as long as he can remember, since they were kids. Kenma knows this, but doesn’t understand he feels the same way until Kuroo goes off to college

-Kuroo is the one who discovered Daichi’s lack of gag reflex. He’s delighted to learn that Kenma lacks one as well

-Kenma moves more slowly than Kuroo. He’s not as comfortable with physical affection and sex as Kuroo is. Their relationship progresses slowly, and Kuroo lets Kenma lead.

-After Kenma’s confession, how he feels about Kuroo is one of the very few things Kuroo does not doubt or make himself anxious over.

-Kuroo can, will, and has go(ne) on and on and ON about Kenma until someone shuts him up. It drives Yaku up the fucking wall in high school.

-Kenma does a retro game stream once or twice a month made up of games he and Kuroo used to play as kids. Kuroo actually games with him on those days and Kenma’s followers are quick to notice and speculate because Kenma has literally never gamed with another person in the same room before. Sometimes Kenma can only post the actual gameplay because Kuroo ruined the footage of them by being excessively sappy. (Kuroo is NOT above flirting and dirty talk to get an edge and Kenma doesn’t really think his fans need to know that.)

-Kuroken do not talk about Kuroo’s mom or sister

-The Kozumes love “Tetsu-chan” and Kuroo’s grandparents adore Kenma. Kuroken get along with each other’s families better than they do their own.

-Kuroo is tactile. He’s that ass-slapping friend. Kenma thinks he’s ridiculous

-Kuroo used to be dislike Hinata, because Kenma and Hinata are extremely good friends and Kuroo was afraid Hinata would take Kenma away from him. Kenma has assured him he doesn’t like Hinata like that but Kuroo doesn’t warm up until Hinata starts dating Kageyama

BOKUAKA

-Akaashi is 100% in charge of the house and the financials and his word is law. Not because he’s an asshole but because Bokuto is whipped

-Akaashi is a screamer. Bokuto has a big dick.

-Bokuto is the calmest between him and his sisters. His sisters have formed an Akaashi fanclub

-Bokuaka kiss a lot during sex

-Bokuto fucking loves owls

-Akaashi used to be embarrassed over being a manga editor but Bokuto thinks it’s the coolest job ever, “even better than mine!” When his authors need references, Akaashi sends them pictures of Bokuto. Bokuto takes this responsibility very seriously

-Bokuaka exclusively refer to each other by first name but Akaashi can’t break the habit of using -san

-Akaashi and Kenma are very good friends. Bokuto thinks they might even be better bros than him and Kuroo. (Kenma is one of the few people Akaashi calls by first name, and one of the only people who calls Akaashi by his.)

-Akaashi overthinks as a result of anxiety, but he doesn’t think he has anxiety. He prefers to call it “seeing the issue from all sides”

-Akaashi and Bokuto do yoga together. Bokuto behaves himself surprisingly well around Akaashi in yoga pants

-Akaashi decided to attend Fukurodani after watching Bokuto play and literally for no other reason

-Bokuaka are the embodiment of love at first sight and their relationship has an unreal, almost storybook quality to it because they are literally perfect for each other. Because of this, Bokuto doesn’t understand why other people struggle so much to start and maintain a relationship, no matter how many times Kuroo tells him “just because your relationship is straight out of a movie doesn’t mean the rest of the world works like that”

-Bokuaka have a koi pond in their backyard and have named all the fish. Bokuto always asks about them when he’s away for games

IWAOI

-Iwaizumi cooks and cleans because he’s always been the one taking care of Oikawa, but he refuses to fold the laundry because “I’m not doing everything for you, you fucking freeloader”

-Iwaizumi cooks healthy “old man food.” Oikawa’s sweet tooth suffers

-Oikawa is that guy who puts more cream and sugar and other additives in his coffee than actual coffee. He’s tried all of Starbucks’ seasonal drinks and never gets the same thing twice

-Iwaoi have very heated arguments about if Godzilla can kick King Kong’s ass or not. Iwaizumi of course sides with Godzilla

-Iwaoi once fought about the original purpose of Stonehenge and now no one can mention England without it coming back up

-Oikawa only became comfortable with his glasses because Iwaizumi likes them

-Iwaoi have been friends since they were in diapers. The whole volleyball team took bets on when they’d announce their relationship

-Both the Oikawas and the Iwaizumis respond when either boy calls for mom or dad. Oikawa calls his sister Nee-chan while Iwaizumi says Oneesan

-Iwaizumi’s favorite of Oikawa’s features is his legs. Oikawa is in love with Iwa’s arms

-Neither of them can remember when they started liking each other or how their relationship started

-Iwaoi are shockingly codependent and do NOT do separation (during university in Argentina/California or for away games) well

-Deep down Oikawa is extremely insecure and worries he isn’t enough - in volleyball, in school, in his family, in his relationship. Iwaizumi always knows when he’s putting on a front and how to cheer him back up

-Iwaizumi is secretly so soft and weak for Oikawa

-After the Olympics Iwaizumi moves to Argentina to be with Oikawa and they get married. They move back to Japan after Oikawa retires from volleyball and after gay marriage becomes legal there

-Oikawa keeps various plants around the house and the patio and is extremely proud of them. He paints all their pots and even names some of them (which Iwaizumi thinks is disgustingly cute). His most prized plant is a lucky bamboo he bought on a whim when iwaoi first moved in together.

-Oikawa can’t deepthroat. It makes him so jealous that Iwaizumi can

-Iwaizumi blushes whenever Oikawa gives him a genuine compliment

-Iwaizumi has a praise kink. Oikawa has a “whatever comes out of Iwa’s mouth” kink

-Iwaizumi has dom tendencies.

#haikyuu #headcanons #daisuga #asanoya #kuroken #bokuaka #iwaoi #updated it #sawamura daichi #sugawara koushi #azumane asahi #nishinoya yuu #kozume kenma #kuroo tetsurou #bokuto koutaru #akaashi keiji #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru

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E-girls are ruining vinnies life

Vinnie Hacker x Reader

Warnings: smut, +18, NSFW, kinky sex

A/N: this is my first vinnie writing, and my second smut. Please go easy on me (unlike vinnie...)

Never in his life did he think this would happen. In the short time he’s been on social media, he’s kept his relationship life private. Fearing the criticism the pore girl would inevitably get. He had seen it countless times to his friends, as soon as they’d announce they had found someone, instant hateful words would flood not only their comments, but their partners. He swore he wouldn’t ever outright publicly show his girlfriend, or announce that he was finally taken. That was, until he met her.

Surprisingly, very little hate or criticism came for them when he announced it that fateful day.

He had posted just a short video, a few seconds of him laying down, with her head resting in his neck. Her face being hidden by her hair. He had posted it to his second account, testing the waters there rather than his main account.

After a few days, and many people speculating, asking who she was, some trying to figure it out, even some claiming it was someone, when it never was. Even some claiming they weren’t dating, just friends. He never responded to any of the questions or comments.

Days had passed, with relatively good reactions to it, they both decided to take it to the next step, by officially posting it to his main account, outing them completely to the world.

He had decided to use the yellow trend to do it, thinking it would be a perfect trend for the purpose.

The first few pictures were of his friends, some from shoots they did, to some when they went skating, to just candid pictures. But after about 3 pictures with his friends, came a photo of her. She was sitting in the grass, a lone dandelion in her hand as she smiled shyly for the photo. Next was a photo of them standing in front of the mirror, she was in front, with his arm securely around her. Next was them standing in the same mirror, only he was dipping her slightly as he bent down to kiss her. A few more pictures of them flashed in the video, ending with a small video he took the night prior. They layer in bed, faces being only lit by the brightness of the phone as he laid on top of her. Their lips only centimeters apart, as he whispered I love you. Both smiling as he leans in, connecting their lips as the video ends.

Love was flooding his comments, so many saying how beautiful she was, saying how happy he looked, and how happy they were for him.

The other side, was people asking who she was, nobody being able to figure it out.

That was due to the fact that, they wouldn’t be able to find out. Because in the world of social media, she didn’t exist.

Early on she told him she wasn’t a social media person. She never had an Instagram, a Facebook, Twitter, nothing but a YouTube account that she’d never post on. Only there to watch videos and play music.

They met by pure luck, at the skatepark. She was sitting by herself, reading a book that engrossed her. She didn’t notice his eyes trainer on her the entire time, fully captivated by the pages.

He finally built up the courage, and being pushed by his friends, to go sit with her.

He was a nervous wreck, barley being able to compose himself enough to say hello and his name.

She thought it was cute, how he stumbled over his words when he talked to her. It was endearing, seeing just how flustered the very attractive man was.

To this day he wonders how he didn’t screw up. But he hadn’t, getting her number an hour after talking. Promising to take her out that weekend. And the rest, was history for them.

Over the next few weeks, he would randomly post a video of them together, usually on his second account. They both would sit and laugh at some of the comments, finding it Hilarious how crazy people were getting at trying to figure out who she was. Some came to the conclusion that she didn’t have any, with most begging her to make one.

It had been a relatively uneventful day, some might even call it boring.

Vinnie had been out most of the day, informing her of the plans he had with some of his friends. Promising her to be home that night, sealing his promise with a chaste kiss to her lips as he ran out the door, her heart thumping in her chest as he walked away.

She laid on their shared bed, her legs bare as they rubbed against the soft blanket.

Only odorning a black tee shirt that covered her panties, barely shielding her from the cold outside. Thanking the heavens for the hearing system as she laid there, contemplating.

Agoraphobic played in the speakers as she laid there, drowning out any and all noise. She had grown a strong liking to the artist corpse, finding herself playing his music or humming the lyrics through the day. Vinnie would sometimes make fun of her, saying that she loved him more than her own boyfriend. She would scoff, kissing his plump lips, reminding him the love she had for the curly headed boy.

The song finally ending, changing to the next in her playlist. A smile disarming at her lips when she heard it. While agoraphobic was her favorite, there was just something special when she’s hear e girls are ruining my life. Vinnie would joke that this song was meant for her, how it reminded him of her each time he heard the lyrics.

She held her phone to her chest, looking up at the bright led lights above her. ‘Fuck it’ she thought, pulling her phone from her chest, going to the App Store, and downloading the one app she swore she’d never use.

One video she thought, just one. She looked at his videos first, reading a few of the contents, her heart thumping in her chest. An outcry of people asking him to have her make an account, some even begging him.

It wasn’t that she hated social media, it was just it had never crossed her mind as something she wanted to get into. She knew how popular vinnie and his friends were, having seen them when he would show her. She had especially been worried about making one when she first started dating him, fearing someone would find out and out them before they were ready.

She was even more fearful in a way when they announced it, fearing the ridicule she would face if she made one. But the amount of love people were showering both them and her in each of the videos, made her heart soar in her chest. Finally making her decision, she got to work.

His phone was vibrating in his pocket, confusion filling him. It wasn’t a phone call, no, it was notifications going off.

He pulled his phone out, seeing a plethora of tags from his friends flash over the screen. His brows knitted together in confusion, not understanding what was going on. Why was he being tagged and sent this one tiktok?

He got his answer when he opened a link sent by Jordan. He red the text from him, even more confused when he did. ‘You have to see this.’ The text red, seeing a link sent right after.

Shock filled him when he watched it, questions filling his mind as he sat there, eyes glued to the screen.

It was a video posted by his girlfriend, from her own account. It was simple really, well, that’s a bad word for it.

She sat on the floor, leaning against their shared bed. A mirror proper in front of her, showing her and their empty bed.

He had the mirror installed in front of the bed a month prior, contemplating on having it placed above the bed.

It was a surprise for her, having it done the day of their 5 month anniversary. Worry filled him that she wouldn’t like it or find it weird, but he was proven wrong that same night. It was one of the greatest nights they had, finding every way to fuck in front of it, their pleasure heightened with being able to watch as they both came undone.

Since then, they used it every time. Being able to sit in front of it, with her facing it as he makes her watch as he slams into her, loving being able to pull her hair back as moans slip from her lips as he makes eye contact through the mirror.

She sat on the floor, only wearing one of his black shirts, barely covering her clothes core. She was sitting there, a chuckle making its way out of him when he heard the song. He knew if she ever made an acount or video, she would use one of corpses songs. She loves his music, barely being able to deny the fact due to how much she’d listen to him. E girls he knew was one of her favorites, finding her humping the lyrics on the daily when she’s being going the most mundane things.

His eyes bulged out of his head when he looked behind her, his heart thumping in his chest even worse. His cock throbbing in his pants when he saw it.

There in the background, was a pair of handcuffs secured on their headboard.

Having used them only the night before, his cock grew almost painful Ashe thought of the memories.

The sounds of her moans ripping out from her as she tried pulling free her hands as he rocked harshly into her played in his mind. Making it nearly impossible to concentrate on anything beside her and the memories. And the thought of what was to come when he got home.

His heart pounded in his chest when he looked at the comments, one sticking out. People had caught on to the handcuffs, not many, but the numbers were rising. But one comment, had one reply. ‘ARE THOSE HANDCUFFS I SEE 👀’ it red, being highlighted by being liked by the creator, with a reply by creator. ‘Like my bracelets? 😊’

His footsteps echoed throughout the large home, barley being able to hear them due to his heart pounding in his ears. He could feel the blood coursing through him as he bears his door, hearing nothing from the other side.

He opens up the door, instantly his eyes trained on her like a hawk. There she laid on their bed, again, only clad in his shirt.

Her eyes met his, a smile forming on her face. “Hey lovey.” She chirped, getting up from their bed, a pep in her step as she neared him.

She got up on her toes to reach him, him bending his head down, connecting their lips in a sweet kiss. She could feel the need in his lips as he wrapped his arms around her torso, feeling him tighten his grip ever so slightly.

He opens his mouth slightly, darting his tongue out, licking her lip lightly. Her granting him access as they stood there in each other’s arms. She pulled away with a chuckle. “What’s gotten into you?” She asked, a teasing smile on her face. “Take a wild guess.” He grunted, crashing his lips to hers again. She pulled away again, chuckling at his grunt of frustration when she did. “I don’t know? Tell me?” She teased, making his grip on her tighten even harder. “Maybe, it has something to do with that little video you posted. Maybe it might also have to do with the fact that you hadn’t hid those handcuffs. Now everyone will know.” He grunted, tightening his arms even harder around her.

She could feel his cock pressing hard against her stomach, excitement growing inside her.

He leaned in to crash his lips with hers again, but she out her hand in the way before he could. He looked at her questionly, making her chuckle. “Before we do anything. I need your help with another video.”

It took every ounce of sheer willpower for him not to bend her over and fuck her right there when they recorded it. His cock throbbing even worse the longer it took. But in the end, even he had to admit, it was worth it.

Same song as her last one, only this time, the video was entirely different.

She had the camera facing her side profile, her facing him and not the camera. Him discreetly out of the frame.

As the lyrics started, he reached his hand up, grabbing her by the throat as she lip synced the lyrics, his hand having a firm hold on her delicate neck. As the song continued, he moved his hand up, pulling her bottom lip out, sticking his thumb between her reddened plum lips.

She gave a simple caption, one they knew would make everyone who watched it go insane. ‘The other version.’

A groan rips from the back of his throat, her hands tangling in his curls harshly. Their tongues battled as they pant, neither one wanting to pull away from one another.

His hands held tightly to her thighs, gripping the soft flesh as a moan rips out of her. His rings axing to the sensation as she pulls his hair even harder.

He pulls his lips from hers, letting out a chuckle when she chased his lips momentarily. He duped his head down into her neck, running his lips along the skin, until he felt her legs wrap around him as a moan slips past her lips. He starts sucking harshly on her skin, feeling her trembling under him.

He widens her legs, looking down between them, letting out a grunt. He can see the wetness through her panties, nearly smelling her desire. He pulled them down her legs, watching in amazement when she opened up her legs to him. He had seen her naked plenty of times, but it still caught his breath every time he saw her core.

He went back to her neck, sucking on the bruised skin. He ran his hand down her thigh, feeling her tremble as small whines slipped past her lips.

He pulled his head from her neck, hovering his lips just enough over hers. A smile broke out on his face as his fingers finally met her core, a large moan breaking through her.

His fingers rut harshly through her velvety walls, making her yell out. His cock throbbed in his pants as her core sucked his fingers inside of her, making him want to replace his hand with his painfully hard cock.

She can hardly breathe as his fingers hardly pound inside of her, waves of pure bliss engulfing her at the feel. His rings adding a level of chill, making her shake as he speeds up.

He dips his head back into her neck as he bites her skin, rutting his hips into the mattress to relieve some of the pain.

As if it couldn’t get better, she feels him thrust his fingers even faster, making her jump when he hits that one spot. It’s been his mission, every time they had sex, he had to hit it each time. Whether it was with his cock or hands, he had to.

He feels her walls tightening as her moans grow louder, feeling her walls quiver slightly. He speeds his hands up, adding his thumb to rub her clit harshly, making her cry out. “Yeah that’s right, such a good girl.” He whispers, making her cry out. “God I love how your walls just squeeze my fingers, wishing it was my cock. Wouldn’t you love that? To feel my cock pound inside of you? To have it suck me dry as I make it mine forever?” “Yes! Please!” She yells out, making him chuckle. “Then cum for me sweet girl.”

A large groan breaks out of him when she lets out a yell, thrashing around as he feels her release, feeling her core tightened and suck his fingers inside of her even more. A cry breaking past her lips as it all grows too much.

She pulls his pants from him, eagerly trying to rip them from his body.

They both lay naked, chests flushed together. He feels his heart hammer against his chest, feeling hers beat in the same rhythm.

A groan slips past his lips as her hands glide along his shaft, making his arms shake as pleasure courses through him.

He grabs his cock in his hands, lining himself up to her entrance. A hiss breaking past him as his painfully hard head slips between her lips, the wetness of her core nearly making him explode.

He lays his forehead on hers, both taking in a deep breath as he eases himself inside her. They both shudder in a breath as he enters her, both shaking as his cock slides inside her. “Fuck I love your pussy baby.” He groans out, kissing her sloppily. He momentarily doesn’t move, stealing his breath.

He did this every time, always giving her a couple of seconds to get used to the feeling of his cock stretching her. Always easing into it slowly, rocking his hips at a slow place, gradually increasing his speed of his thrusts.

He wasn’t much of a speed guy, he always would go slowly but hard, not growing in speed till they both neared the edge.

He pulled out slowly, slamming himself back in hardly, moving her and the bed back as a cry rips out of her. He feels her walls close tightly around him as he thrusts inside of her, making him groan out. She pulls his hair harshly, pulling his head back as he hisses out. Making him slam into her harder.

They both can’t help but yell out as time passes, making it nearly impossible to stay quiet. His cock slamming into her harder, a cry ripping out of him when her nails take down his back. Making him arch into her. His hand slips from her thighs to her neck, pushing on the sides as she struggles for air.

Their lips collide in a sloppy kiss as his thrusts speed up, his hair sweaty and dangling in her face.

Knots grow in their stomachs as they feel their release approach, making him speed his trusts more. “I-I wanna cum. Please vin, fuck please.” She moans out, making him grip her hip even harder. He bends his head back into her neck, biting the skin harshly as his thrusts grow sloppy. “Hold it.” He grunts into her ear, making her cry out as she tries to ward off the impending orgasm.

He feels her wetness seeping down his thighs as he slammed even harder, making her cry out as she shakes, trying her hardest not to cum. “Fuck vinnie I can’t, fuck please I can’t.” She sobs out, tears streaming down her face as she shakes, using every last strength inside her to hold it. She feels it breaking as it approaches, nearly breaking as tears stream from her eyes. He gowns out in her neck, feeling her walls tighten and shake as he tries holding on. “Cum for me.” He groans out, a groan breaking through him as she screams out. Wave of pure Ecstasy take over her body as she squeezes him inside her, making her cry out as she violently thrashes.

He can’t hold it any longer, feeling himself break as he yells out a deep groan as he cumsinside her, making both shake as her walls suck out every drop he lets out, making him shake as waves of white hot pleasure rake over one another.

They both lay there, his arms giving out as they shake. Their arms grabbing onto one another as they try calming the aftershocks of their orgasms. He uses all his strength to lean up, connecting their lips as they pant.

Feeling themselves sink into the soft mattress, they both lay on their sides, his clock still buried inside her, making both their eyes grow heavy. Before they fall into a deep slumber, they connect their lips.

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