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reallykaz · 11 months ago

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— .best date ever! // matt sturniolo

matt sturniolo x fem!reader

plot summary : when the cute guy in your class asks you out on a date, you’re more than happy to go. but you didn’t expect a fun time at the amusement park would end in the back seat of his car with your clothes off and his lips on yours.

content warnings : very mature themes (18+ MINORS DNI) strong language, small mention of anxiety. fluffy plot with porn at the end! first date things and matt being down bad for reader. tension in a photobooth ;) smutty car sex, oral sex and unprotected p in v (pls don’t do this!be safe!)

a/n : i’m a slut for a man who can drive. that’s it. also this is my first time writing smut so i hope it's up to standards lmaooo i really dk how i feel about this either… like always all likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated <333

wc : 5.5k

"Fuck! I have nothing to wear!"

Saturday night and you were stressing, half of your closet was scattered around your bedroom floor and your desk was a mess with makeup and hair products. The whole room smelt like perfume, vanilla lotion and nail polish from the last two hours you’ve been getting ready.

It was finally the night of your date with Matt and you were beyond nervous. You’ve known each other since middle school but you mostly talked in English class for the past four years - just simple ‘hi’s’ and exchanged smiles.

It took you by surprise when Matt asked you out on Wednesday because you had no idea that he had any type of attraction for you. In school he was quiet, played a few sports and only hung out with his brothers and best friends. You didn’t know much other than that.

Stalking his instagram didn’t offer much

But you were glad he was taking you out. It was the first time a guy has actually wanted to go on a date with you and Matt seemed really genuine. You were excited for once because usually being with guys has always left you feeling used, empty and no good. But this was different.

Matt had asked you for your number too when he asked you out and obviously you couldn’t say no when he looked down at you like you hung the moon so you had been texting each other a couple times for the past three days.

It was only very casual but instead of asking for pictures of your tits, he’d actually ask about your day and would make you laugh with unfunny jokes. So yeah, it was definitely different.

After twenty hectic minutes later and your mom bombarding your personal space to ask about the date, you had finally picked out an outfit - cute and simple with a hint of sexy and hot. It was good and you looked good in it.

When your phone vibrated from a message notification, you knew it was Matt and your gut swirled with butterflies. After dousing yourself in some more perfume, topped up your lipgloss and fixed up your hair, you check your phone.

from matt🤍 i’m outside :)

You immediately go into panic mode when you hear the doorbell ring and you couldn’t have ran downstairs any faster than right now. "Honey? Is that your date? I wanna meet –

"Bye mom! Be back by midnight! Love you!" Matt drops the kind smile and rehearsed lines in his head when you’re slamming your front door and dragging him back to the car by his hand as he looks back in case your parents walked out, "Was I not supposed to knock? I didn’t know."

You glance at your door when you turn to him, looking up with a smile. "It’s okay, I just didn’t want my mom to start yapping on if she saw you, we’d both we there for hours." Matt nods at your explanation, forgetting about the flowers in his hand when he actually looks at you.

His eyes trail up and down to check you out, the way your skirt clung to your hips was enough to make his head spin and cock twitch. Matt couldn’t believe that tonight he was the one you were all dressed up pretty for and the thought made his tummy swirl. He felt more nervous after realising he was staring.

Luckily you didn’t even notice because you were doing the exact same thing. Your eyes trained on the chain around his neck before they glance all the way down to the rings on his hands and that’s when you see the sweet smelling flowers. You try to ignore the veins popping out from how tight he was holding them. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck

"These are for you,"

Matt holds out the flowers and you grab them off of him, fingers brushing against his as you beam. "This is really sweet, Matt. You didn’t have to do all of this," you couldn’t believe you were already blushing over some flowers and Matt just shakes his head with a smile, "I wanted to, don’t worry."

There’s a pause when Matt just looks down at you, bashful smiles on both of your faces and he liked the way your eyes looked more light with the sunset in your face. Now, there was tension in the air surrounding the two of you.

"Well thank you, really." Your voice was genuine but small, turning shy under Matt’s gaze as you avoid his eyes by looking at the flowers in awe.

"C’mon, let’s go." You look up and see Matt holding the passenger door open, "get in." He nods his head and you comply, leaning down to get in the car and immediately smelling his natural scent. It was nice, sort of safe.

"Where are we even going anyways?"

—

"Oh my god! You’re such a cheat!"

A loud set of giggles escape your mouth when you see Matt get more and more aggravated from the game of mini golf. He hides his own smile whilst shaking his head, focusing on getting his blue ball into the hole where your red one was already in, sitting nicely. "I am not!"

The fluorescent lights from the Ferris wheel was reflecting down on both of your faces, brightening the whole mini golf course in multicolours and it made the whole experience better. The amusement park was really busy for a Saturday night so when you both arrived, Matt used the excuse of 'not wanting to lose you' to hold your hand. It was silly but it made you smile anyways.

You then spent the next two hours holding his hand, laughing and competing against each other in those little mini game stalls that gave you a teddy as a prize. But Matt had won you a little heart keychain that already held so much significance to you already, you knew you'd keep it forever. He then dragged you on a couple of rollercoaster rides with the promise that you could drag him into mini golf afterwards.

Matt didn't realise that you were actually really good at it.

"I'm gonna get this next one, just watch." After throwing you a promising look, Matt focuses on the ball and you grin at the way his tongue poked out in concentration before he hits it with his little matching blue club and it finally goes into the hole. "See? Told you," his eyes light up when he looks back up at you with a smug smile on his face and you match his excitement, naturally wrapping your arms around his shoulders for a hug. "I knew you could!"

Matt's heart flutters for the 100th time tonight and he completely melts into your touch, wrapping his hands around your waist tightly. Your bodies swayed together in a moment of celebration and Matt could feel how warm you were against him.

"But guess what?" You both pulled away but you still kept yourself close when you look up at Matt with a playful smile and twinkling eyes that made him adore you, "what?" He knew full well what but seemed to find himself enjoying entertaining your banter in the last few hours.

"I still win," you let out a soft chuckle at his teasing glare, positively ignoring the way his simple touch made you feel so alive when you hugged. "Do you?" Matt questions quietly, tilting his head to the side that made you mirror his expression. Before you could answer, his hands were wrapped back around your waist and tickling your sides.

To an outsiders perspective, you and Matt looked like a young and happy couple that were very much in love with one another. The way your bodies just naturally gravitated towards each other so easily with either a simple touch or a quick glance seemed normal.

Matt was comforting. And he made you feel safe in every sense of the meaning. It was difficult to describe how you felt right now because you didn't understand it whatsoever but you knew you could be your genuine self and that's what mattered the most. You just had no idea how to tell him or if you should say anything at all.

"Ah! Stop! I can't breathe!"

Matt lets out a loud laugh, letting go of your body to almost keel over in laughter at the snort that just appeared in the middle of giggles. Your cheeks burn in embarrassment, eyes wide as you hold your cheeks in complete disbelief that Matt just heard your ugly laugh on the first date. "Oh my god! Pretend you didn't hear that."

"No way that just happened," Matt calms his laughter, looking at the way your cheeks burned red and smiling. He knew you were embarrassed but he didn’t want you to be, it was cute.

But in hopes to make you feel better, he quickly changed the subject.

Turning to grab the golf balls, he walks over to throws an arm around your shoulder and pulls you close. "C’mon, let’s go winner." You jokingly poke his side that makes him flinch and it makes you both laugh, "you’re such an idiot."

—

It had maybe been a half hour later and more smiles and small touches had been shared over some cinnamon churros. The sky was pitch black now and the air was colder. The amusement park was becoming more packed with teenagers and college kids instead of the typical families with their small children.

You could tell that Matt was more comfortable around you now in comparison to when he first picked you up. Conversation was easy with him, talking about anything or anyone and still finding it interesting. You learned more about the sports he played and his family and friends.

The conversations never expanded any deeper than casual and it was actually a relief. For some reason you wanted to find things about Matt through time and peeling back layers the more you got to know each other. You liked it better that way because it was real to you.

"Oh look! There’s a photobooth,"

Matt’s eyes looked away from you to glance at whatever you were pointing at in hopes you didn’t catch him staring and was thankful for the colourful string lights scattered above you that cleverly hid his blush. His fingers brushed softly against yours when you walked side by side, itching to touch you.

He had been stealing shy glances at you all night and kept thinking about how he could ask you out again after the night was over. But all night his anxious mind had tried to betray him and things like holding your hand needed a lot of courage to do despite the relieved feeling afterwards.

"You wanna go?" His hands twitched at his sides and when you look back at Matt with a smile, his mind went blank when you grabbed his hand this time with such ease. "C’mon," you dragged him towards the empty photobooth, quickly dodging the crowds of people in your way in hopes it’ll stay empty. "Excuse me! Thank you!"

Your hand was still holding his when you looked past the beige curtain and down at the tiny seat that was supposed to fit the both of you. "Oh."

Matt entwined his hand away from yours to slip past you and sit on the seat, manspreading and tapping his lap. "Come here," you watch in awe and the low tone of his voice gives you no choice but to lower yourself down on his thigh, fiddling with the ends of your skirt shyly. "Is this okay?"

Matt didn’t answer and just pulled the curtain shut and leaving you both under shitty, dim lights and away from everyone’s eyes.

"Are you okay?" His voice soft when he looks back at you, glancing at your lips and back to your eyes. Your heart races from the closeness and you just let out a strangled hum, "mhm." You nod.

Matt just gives you a cocky grin, "good." The heat between your legs throbs when his arm wraps around your waist and rests on your bare thigh to toy with the bottom of your skirt. He leans over to touch the screen, tightening his grip on your body and you could barely focus.

You were convinced he knew what he was doing and the worst thing about it was that it felt right. You didn’t want anything like this to happen tonight, if anything, nothing sexual at all with Matt because you were scared of losing something you never had.

But whatever this was felt different.

"You ready?" You blinked at him, an arm wrapped around his neck when he just looks at you. A look so simple that made you feel so much. "Yeah," you try to disregard your thoughts for the next five minutes of happiness.

Matt caught you by surprise when he squished your face for the first photo and just before the light flashed, you squished his face too. The two of you trying to smile at the camera with your hands wrapped around each other’s faces.

"Funny faces?" You suggested for the next photo, blissfully unaware of Matt’s hand coming over your head when he nods in agreement. The second shot is with Matt sticking his tongue out and looking at your cross eyes and your pout, trying not to laugh at the bunny ears.

Afterwards, you both just laughed together.

"Hey, look at me," Matt whispers and gently grabs your jaw to pull your face towards his, the small smile on your face disappearing when your eyes meet. Your skin turned hot when his fingers began stroking up and down your thigh lightly, making your skirt shift further up your hips. "Yeah?" You felt breathless.

Neither of you realise the camera just took another shot because all Matt could focus on was the need to kiss you. He was already half hard in his jeans just from you sitting on his lap and he could feel the cotton of your panties rub against his thigh. You were driving him crazy.

Matt really did want to kiss you more than anything and he knew you did too with the way you leaned closer and fluttered your eyes but he just couldn't. He had no idea why and it was frustrating, he felt like a complete coward. Why can't he just kiss you?

Your face drops when Matt lets out a frustrated sigh, dropping his hand and leaning his head into your neck to close his eyes. "You're so beautiful," he whines softly and you can feel him leave a quick peck to your skin which makes you feel weak so you look down at him in confusion. "Is something wrong?" You ask lowly.

When Matt looks into your eyes, you could see how his pupils were blown out and it was captivating. For a moment you're convinced he's either going to tell you what's up or kiss you when his lips part but nothing happens and you feel confused. "Matt?"

The loud speaker of an AI voice cuts you both off to let you know that your photos have been printed and to leave the booth. You let out a sigh when Matt immediately stands up, gently pushing you off his lap and pulling the curtain back open. You couldn't even focus on anything else when you follow after Matt like a puppy.

"Matt?" You call after him when you see that he was walking away, "Where are you going?" Pulling back his tattooed arm to make him look at your frown and you notice the strip of photos of you both in his hand. You couldn't figure out what he was thinking with the way he was looking down at you. "I thought we were having a good night."

In reality, Matt felt embarrassed. His mind was working in overdrive and wouldn't blame you if you thought he was an asshole. He was angry at himself for leading you on like that because that was never his intention. He really did want to kiss you and touch you without worrying constantly about little things.

"Let me take you home, yeah?"

Matt spoke softly but didn't wait for an answer from you before walking through the carpark and you once again had no other choice but to follow after him. You didn't want to end the night like this. You refused to.

"I don't want to go home yet," Matt hears you whisper and feels your hand pulling on his arm again so he turns back around to glance down at you. He sighs when he sees the dejected look in your eyes but the touch of your fingers trailing his tattoos makes his head spin and now he could only think about one thing.

"Get in the car."

The low hum of Matt's playlist was playing quietly when he drives into an empty carpark, surrounded by nothing but trees. Since the Photobooth incident, neither of you have talked and you're pretty sure Matt hasn't even looked your way. "Where are we?"

There’s a pause that makes you look at Matt properly. You knew he wanted to say something with the look on his face and you felt bad. It was like one moment the two of you were having the best night ever to being in awkward silence.

"I’m sorry."

You didn’t know why Matt was apologising to you because there was nothing to apologise for, not really anyways. You weren’t that much of a bitch to get angry at him for what happened earlier because it was clear there was more to it.

"You don’t have to say -

"I like you, okay?" This catches you off guard - even after all of the hand holding and longing glances tonight - it doesn't stop the fluttery feeling in your gut from hearing it out loud.

"I really really like you." Matt's voice breaks in desperation and you look at him staring at his front wheel like it's the most interesting thing ever. The light in the car was dimly lit so it was hard to read Matt's expression from the angle you're sitting at.

Matt doesn’t give you a second to reply, "and every second of this night has been like heaven and now i feel like such an asshole for leading you on like that because that was never my intention. I would never do that to you."

Finally, your eyes meet.

"I really did want to kiss you." The needy tone in his voice was driving you crazy and your body slowly gravitated towards his over the console. Matt never took his eyes off of you, eyes glancing at your lips when you speak. "It’s okay."

The way you’re looking at him now was enough for Matt to grab your face and bring your lips to his. You can feel the coldness of his rings on your skin when his tongue slips into your mouth and it makes you whimper, clenching your thighs together and reaching for Matt.

A strangled groan escapes his throat when he feels your hand pulling on his hair and he has to stop himself from dragging you on his lap. The low music playing in the background is drowned out by your lips smacking together and all of the pent up feelings Matt's had all night has just rushed straight to his dick. He had to pull away.

"Fuck." Matt mumbles and you watch him try to adjust his jeans, lifting his hips and pulling on the waistband. Your lips are plumper than usual and you slowly wipe them with a small smile when Matt looks over at you, "You're driving me crazy."

You know Matt's hard when you glance back down but you're taken by surprise when you really see how big he is. His rushed attempt of tucking it into his waistband was a failure. Matt knows you've seen how hard he was and it makes him blush. When he feels your hand trailing up and down his arm, it makes his breath hitch and that makes you smirk, "You're so cute."

"Shut up." He's smiling when he kisses you again and it does in fact shut you up. The kiss turns from sweet and tender to rough and needy in a second. Once you feel Matt's hands trail from your face and down your body, you're the first one to initiate more when you grab his hand and guide it between your thighs.

Matt pulls away and with half-lidded eyes, he looks down to see your legs spread and your flipped skirt covering his hand. "You're so wet," he chuckles softly when you moan, eyes rolling back when his fingers touch you through your panties. "This is what you do to me."

"Do you-" Matt stops mid sentence when you begin to kiss down his neck and pulls away to look at you properly, "Do you wanna go in the backseat?" You notice how blown out his pupils look and it makes his eyes darker in the dim light and you imagine looking at them every morning as you both lay together with the warm light reflecting through the windows.

Matt gets nervous at your silence.

"We don't have to, I don't expect anything from you if that's what you're wondering." He reassures, not wanting to say the wrong thing and scare you off. In all honesty, Matt didn't expect anything like this to happen when he kissed you but this was in the moment and for some reason it felt right. But he'd never make you do anything you weren't comfortable with. "I can just take you home if that's -

"I want to." You cut him off.

"Yeah?" Matt sighs with relief and he smiles when you nod. "Yeah." You mirror his smile and with a quick kiss to your lips, you watch him unbuckle his seatbelt and climb into the backseat with such ease that makes you wonder if he's done this before.

"C'mere." Matt taps his lap and you glance down at his dick once more before climbing over the seats to go to him. In your perfectly awkward fashion, you end up practically tripping into Matt's lap and he quickly grabs the back of your thighs to steady you as you both giggle quietly together. "Sorry." You whisper.

"You really are beautiful," The way he looks up at you feels so intimate and sincere that it makes you think that nobody has ever looked at you like Matt does and that realisation was scary yet so endearing. "I bet you say that to all of the girls you seduce into the backseat of your car," You joke with a playful eye roll and it makes him laugh.

"I really like you."

"I really like you too."

You can't wipe the grin on your face when Matt leans up to kiss you, his hands trailing around your body. "And you're the only girl I've ever seduced into the backseat of my car," he whispers against your lips before kissing you softly, the both of your eyes fluttering closed.

Your hands wander down his chest to the bottom of his shirt when your tongues swirl together and you can still taste the sweet cinnamon on his tongue from earlier. When you feel Matt's hands moving up your thighs slowly, you begin to tug off his shirt and he pulls away from the kiss to take it off and throw it on the floor.

"You too." Matt whispers and his hands are playing with the hem of your dress, looking up at you to make sure if that's what you want. Your heart is pounding when you lift yourself up off Matt's lap to take off your dress that leaves you in your matching lace set and when you see his eyes light up, it makes you feel better.

"Is this okay?"

"More than okay." Matt reassures softly and his touch feels ten times hotter now you're half naked that it makes you feel goosebumps. He leans up to kiss your chest and his hands find themselves back between your thighs and it all feels so overwhelming in the best way possible. "Can I touch you?" The way he asks makes you melt.

"Mhm, please." You beg with your head nodding and grinding your hips into his hand. "Please touch me, Matt." Your desperateness makes his cock twitch and he ignores it with a smirk, gently pulling your thong to the side and running a finger through your folds before finding your clit and that makes your thighs twitch when you drop your head on his shoulder with a whine, "Fuck."

"You’re so needy for me." He says so smugly, easily slipping two fingers in you and feeling how wet you are. You reply with moan, riding your hips when he curls it upwards and he can feel you squeeze around him and Matt can’t wait till you’re doing the same thing around his cock.

When Matt starts rubbing his thumb against your clit at the same time, you’re moving your hands down to his clothed crotch and feeling how hard he is. He groans lowly when your hand wraps around his print, "and I’m needy?"

"Don’t tease me." His fingers slip out of you to grip onto your thighs tightly and you begin to undo his belt and jeans. "Let me show you how much I like you, okay?" Matt lifts his hips up to pull down his pants when you drop to your knees, staring up at him through your lashes and playing with the waistband of his boxers. "Okay."

Matt lets out a moan of relief and throws his head back when you finally pull them down and take his dick in your mouth. He didn't think you could get any prettier but seeing you like this was heavenly – it was like all of his 14 year old fantasies coming true.

"Oh my god, sweetheart." You feel Matt's hands grabbing your hair and gently moving it out of your face so he could really look at you. You hum with his cock in your mouth and when he moans from the vibrations, you try to go deeper and you can feel his tip at the back of your throat and the salty taste of his pre-cum makes you choke. "Fuck. You don't have to do that."

"I wanted to." You smile sweetly and look up at Matt, watching the way he licks his lips when you rub your thumb against his swollen red tip and a strangled noise escapes his throat. Your knees are beginning to hurt but just before you could wrap your mouth around him again, Matt is holding your face and pulling you back up to his face.

"I really want to fuck you." Matt whispers lowly when he leans up to kiss your neck and just before you straddle him again, his hands are pulling your thong down your legs and toying with the lace on it. "Let me ride you." You whisper and Matt feels his heart race at the way you're looking at him as if he had no choice but to let you.

A small squeal leaves your throat when Matt pulls you on his lap abruptly and you both chuckle lowly before you're grabbing his face and kissing his lips as if your life depended on it.

His hands come up to undo your bra and when it comes off a few seconds later, you definitely know he's done this before. You grind your hips so you can feel his tip rub against your clit that feels so good that you pull away from the kiss to moan.

Matt's breathless when his hands grip your hips, helping you grind against him and feeling you get wetter by the second, "I don't have a condom." When he says this, you don't really think it through stupidly enough and just shake your head. "It's okay. I'm on the pill." This moment felt too nice to just stop and Matt just went along with it – obviously thinking with his dick.

When Matt finally thrusts up into you, the stretch stings and you've really underestimated how big he is because he already feels so deep. It was one thing having him in your mouth but when he's fucking up into you like this felt so much more intense and you couldn't tell if you were just really cock drunk or completely in love.

Probably both.

"Fuck, I swear this pussy was made for me."

Definitely both.

"It's yours." You moan when you ride your hips on his dick, pushing him down on the seat and Matt is in amazement when he looks up at you with flushed cheeks. His hands are trailing up and down your body, wanting to touch everywhere all at once when he leans up to try and kiss you. "All yours." You whisper and his lips are on yours.

The kiss is messy, hot and passionate all at once and when your movements gets faster, you're practically moaning into each other's mouths. The car slowly moves with rhythm and you subconsciously pray nobody can see from outside even if it's dark because it's really obvious with the steamed up windows around you both.

Matt notices the way your thighs begin to shake and the way your bouncing becomes quicker, "Are you gonna cum?"

You let out a mix between a hum and a moan, nodding your head when you feel your legs begin to burn. But just as you feel the familiar tightness in your tummy, Matt's holding your waist tightly and thrusting up so hard into you, it makes you cum instantly and you gush around him.

The music playing softly in the background is drowned out by your loud moans and Matt has a smug smirk on his face when your eyes roll back and your orgasm takes over until he feels his own. In all honestly, he was ready to bust the minute he was inside you but he had to make you cum first. It was a priority.

In your post orgasm haze, you don't even feel Matt lifting you off his dick until you see his cum spurting out onto his hand and tummy. "Mhm, fuck." Rolling his head back, Matt groans lowly and it makes your pussy flutter when you watch breathlessly.

The two of you are covered in a thin layer of sweat with flushed skin and neither of you care about the smell of sex surrounding you from being too high off of the pheromones. A part of you is shocked that you've just fucked someone on the first date but the other part is okay with it because it's Matt.

Matt. Matt. Matt.

"Did you really mean it?"

You blink to see Matt looking down at his hands on your body, tracing shapes on your hips gently. "Hm? What?" You swallow and he gulps, slowly looking up into your eyes, "Did you mean it? When you said you're all mine?" You can tell he's nervous when he asks this, almost afraid of your response, and your hands fall on top of his. "Yeah."

He hides his smile and you speak up again, "Did you want me to mean it?" Matt locks his fingers into yours when he nods, "Yeah."

You smile happily and lean in to kiss him softly, being careful of the mess between the two of you. It was a sweet kiss with a lot of feelings shown behind it, the type that makes you feel butterflies and never forget for a long time because it really meant something.

"'Good. Because I really want to do this again." Even after that kiss and the hottest sex you've ever had in your life, you're still nervous to bring up the idea of a second date but Matt's face just lights up. "Oh I'm definitely taking you out again. Don't worry about that."

He sounds cocky and it makes you laugh, running a hand through his messy hair and making it even messier. "I'm really looking forward to it." Matt pokes at your blushing cheeks with a small smile, appreciating the way you sound so sweet and genuine talking about seeing him again.

It felt hopeful.

There's so much Matt wants to say but now he knew there was more time. This definitely wasn't a one off thing and deep down he knew this wasn't just a crush either. He's not even sure if it ever was just a 'crush' because how could anyone just have a crush on you?

That was impossible.

"Does this mean you'll seduce me into the backseat of your car on the second date?" You joke playfully, holding back your laughter with a silly grin and when Matt laughs, so do you.

"You're an idiot." There’s a pause.

"But if you're lucky," He says lowly once you both stop laughing and you just tilt your head in response, "You'll end up in my bed."

"Is that a promise?"

"Yep."

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oneforthemunny · 8 months ago

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What would a fluffy sweet morning with Nepotism!baby, Rockstar!eddie and baby Persephone be like? Because I am in the mood of some dad!eddie and sweet baby sephy moments after rereading the vacation one shot

also in a fluffy domestic kinda mood so enjoy <3 everyone's favorite rockstar dilf!!

"Babe, look." Eddie's laugh floated through the kitchen, wrapping around you and leaving you warm with affection.

You followed his soft laughs and coos into the living room, finding Eddie and Persephone on their tummies. Persephone on her little mat, bright eyes looking up at Eddie's.

"Look at you. You're gettin' good at this, Sephy." Eddie cooed, a waterfall of curls hiding his features, but you knew he was grinning, features bright and beaming.

"What's she doing?" You hummed, sinking to your knees.

"She's holding her head up longer." Eddie grinned proudly, eyes dazzling when they met yours. Seeing him and Sephy side by side like this, you could really see all the features she'd gotten from him. Her Daddy's twin, that was for sure.

"Is she?" You gasped, features lighting up in an exaggerated way that had Persephone gurgling, lips rounding in a baby grin.

Five months had flown by. You and Eddie both were so sure, when you first brought her home, that you'd never survive the newborn stage. Now, she was growing at light speed, "growing like a weed" Wayne had declared the last time he came to visit, just a few weeks ago. He wouldn't believe how much she'd grown since then.

"Watch," Eddie smiled, a tattooed finger reaching out to tickle Persephone's pudgy little chin. "Are you gonna show Mama? Show her how big and strong you are." He babbled.

Your heart swooned, deep dives of adoration. You knew Eddie would be a good dad, but even then, he'd exceeded your expectations. Fatherhood was made for him, you'd decided. He embraced it so naturally.

Your hand slid down his back, warm from sleep, watching Persephone push up, lifting her little head to look at both of you. "Say something." Eddie muttered towards you.

"Look at you." You coo, waving your fingers to capture her attention. "The strongest baby in the whole wide world." You grinned, eyes cutting to Eddie's.

He grinned, a half smirk, eyes cutting back to yours. An inside joke, one between the two of you from Persephone's first hours on earth. Laid up in the Malibu home bed, after the home birth, fawning and admiring the tiny bundle of joy that was all yours. She'd reached out to grab Eddie's finger, tiny hand curling around his ring finger. Eddie, still delirious with emotions of the day.

"She's got a fuckin grip," Eddie declared with a watery laugh. "The strongest baby in the world, holy shit. I'm not kiddin', Ifeel like newborns should not be this strong."

You'd laughed until you cried, delirious and exhausted and so, so in love. The joke had stuck long after that.

"She is." Eddie beamed, hand sliding over your knee affectionately, squeezing your calf gently. "She's trying to roll too. She wants to."

"Does she?"

"Yeah," Eddie nodded, clapping for Persephone when she put her head back down. "See? It's a record. She's going for the baby record. Gonna break it."

You giggled, Eddie picking up Persephone, rolling onto his back, placing her on his chest. She let out a deep baby laugh that had you both giggling, her tiny hands slapping against Eddie's chest, going straight for his hair.

"You two look just alike." You hummed, brushing Eddie's curls back, letting Persephone grab your fingers instead.

"No way," Eddie shook his head. "Looks like you, baby."

You scoff. "You don't have to lie to me." You mutter, leaning closer to Persephone. "You're your Daddy's twin, aren't you? Look just like him. I did all that heavy lifting and you look just like him. How's that fair, hm?" Your voice lilts into a high pitched baby talk that has her going crazy, squealing and babbling back on Eddie's chest.

"Don't worry," Eddie bounced Sephy, tilting his head back to look up at you. "Next one will look just like you, babe, promise." He winked, leaving you blistering.

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boraluv · 13 days ago

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picnic in the rain

𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 not totally uninspired by Seokjin's "lovely runner" moment in "Run Jin ep 2" 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚

warnings: none I think!

genre: 1.6k words of silly fluffy musings (banter is not my strong suit, but I'm working at it....)

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It’s hard for you to choose a favorite season. If held at knifepoint, you suppose you’d say summer. The long days, more sunshine than winter, with so many outdoor activities to pick from, tend to win points in the scorecard of your heart. But even so, you admire the variety of springtime flowers, the crisp colors of autumn, and the cozy brilliance of wintertime.

Today is of those late May days - low humidity, a kiss of a breeze, with intermittent clouds that freckle the cobalt sky- late spring, with the perks of summertime. After working overtime last weekend, you have a rare Monday afternoon with no schedules. Feeling untouchable, you packed up a few homemade cookies, your favorite spicy tuna kimbap, and even splurged on some grapes! A picnic in your favorite park overlooking the city is just what you desire today.

Romantising your life may not be practical most of the time, with how busy work and adulting tends to keep you. The spring weather wont last much longer, and you know the humidity will roll in like spring high tides, overwhelming and damp.

More than occasionally, living in such a vast metropolis brings you to tears of loneliness and futility. The anonymity gifts you certain freedoms, but it some days it feels burdensome. The human desire to connect has always been strong in you, and passing so many individuals daily draws out your loneliness. Today, however, the sunshine fills you up with unmatched positivity - and wearing your favorite sundress & flower-embroidered cardigan & cute white tennies, you don't mind being alone. It’s the kind of day where the birds sing songs just to you, the flowers wave like old friends, and cute babies in prams giggle at your silly faces while you wait to cross street corners.

Jazzy music floats on the breeze from a cafe across the street. Sunlight pokes your eyes. The cute straw sunhat you pulled off the top shelf of your closet has more tiny holes than you’d realized, and you wish you’d grabbed a pair of sunglasses to wear under it. Oh well! At least it’s cute and still keeps most of the rays out of your eyes.

Even on a Monday afternoon, the park is speckled with other visitors. Mostly you see parents with children, uncles napping on benches or aunties power walking & gossiping.

You spot a clearing on a slight hill; a large tree provides dappled shade, with a nice patch of sunlight on the edge of the shadows, perfect if you decide you want to warm up in the sunshine. Shaking out the wrinkles (and maybe a stray spider), you flatten out the colorful blue and white striped blanket. You’d thrifted it in college, and over time it’s become too worn to use on your bed or couch— but you can’t possibly bear to get rid of it, sentimental of all the buckets of popcorn and movies watched on this piece of fabric during university years.

Blanket settled and smoothed out (not perfectly, you don’t care that much- it’s not like anyone is going to take photos of you out here!), you set your tote bag down. In a perfect world, you’d be sporting a cute wicker basket. Alas, this is not a Pinterest board, and you don’t have room in your studio apartment for extra items. Instead, you pull your dishes from the Trader Joe’s bag (a gift from your sister, the last time she visited from the States). It’s multipurpose, cute, and ever so sturdy! Pretty cute, too, actually.

Tummy content after finishing up your kimbap, you pop a tart grape in your mouth. The little oblong green fruits aren’t your top choice, but fruit in Korea costs premium, and now anytime you get to eat fresh fruit, you whisper a prayer of gratitude. The firm fruit, popping with tart juice, refreshes you as you lay on the soft blanket.

The best part of a picnic is, of course, the food. But the second best part is always, always getting to enjoy the sunshine and a book! Pulling a worn copy of your favorite classic, paperback cover a bit scratched and the pages dogeared, you flip to the bookmarked section. A pair of light pink headphones have replaced your sunhat, lo-fi beats humming as you immerse yourself in the story.

After a while, you flip onto your stomach, white tennis shoes crossed at your ankles and kicking back & forth ever so often. Immersed in the familiar story, you relax as the sunshine continues to warm up the ground underneath you and the air around you.

An odd sensation, like little ..wet?!… pinpricks, pulls you from sleep. Blinking, you conclude that you must have dozed off!

Head jolting up, you grab your headphones and pull them down to your neck, disoriented. The sound of rain drops on the leaves above turns your face towards the sky, and you realize that the sun, who had earlier so kindly warmed and energized you, has hidden herself like a shy child behind clouds, now threatening to unleash a springtime storm.

“Oh!!” you squeal, quickly marking your book where you’d stopped reading when sleep overtook you. Shoving the book and food containers into your tote, you stand up, careful to not trip over your blanket- the park has mostly emptied out, but you’d still be embarrassed if you tripped and rolled down the hill in your groggy state.

Blanket folded into a manageable size, you lift it overhead. The raindrops fall harder, pelting the ground with juicy thwacks.

“Should I run for it?” you wonder softly to yourself. Grinning, the idea of running through the rain sounds a bit like a scene from a movie. “Why not!?”

With a shriek, you bolt. Puddles have already begun forming on the path, and you weave around them as best you can, avoiding as much mud as you can manage.

Damp hairs kiss your neck and cheeks. Breathlessly, you keep on, even though the skirt of your dress has also begun to cling to your legs as raindrops soak into the hem.

Eyes low and just on the concrete ahead, you realize almost too late the form of another human before you. Black adidas shoes and jeans, also wet for at least a couple inches of hem, stand before you.

Halted, you gaze up, underneath the shelter of your blanket, trying not to pant. A tall, slender guy stares at you, looking a bit amused. His giant umbrella, a cheery yellow, secures a dry perimeter around him. Dark eyes twinkle, and noticing your embarrassment creeping up your cheeks in a rosy blush, his face cracks into a smile. Plump lips show off a stunning set of teeth- you didn’t know it was possible for a human to have such a smile!

“I’m sorry!” you say, “I was running too fast, I’d dint’ splash you at all, did I?”

“No …no, not at all,” he replies. He runs his left hand through his long straight hairs, laughing lightly. “I think you could have really knocked me over if you didn’t see me, though. You looked as fast as a bullet train.”

“Oh, well, the rain caught me out on a picnic… and actually I fell asleep…and woke up to the storm…and decided to make a run for it towards shelter. I must still be waking up, I don’t typically run people down in public parks.”

His hazelnut eyebrows raise in surprise. “A picnic? That sounds fun. I’m sorry it got cut short.”

Motioning to his oversized umbrella, he continues. “I can share, if you’d like? I’m happy to walk you to a convenience store or bus stop. My umbrella is more than large enough for even these broad shoulders.”

You brighten. “My arms would love a break from this blanket, and it’s definitely not waterproofed.” Giggling, you tuck it under your arm and move under the cheery plastic canopy. “Actually, I have an extra cookie!! I’d be happy to trade it for your services.”

“I’m quite good at eating cookies, and would be very interested in this trade,” the man remarks. “But I shouldn’t take food from strangers - my Eomma wouldn’t like that. What’s your name? Mine’s Seokjin.”

You nod. “That’s wise advice. Nice to meet you, Seokjin, I’m Y/N.”

He laughs, the sound pinballing off the interior of the umbrella pleasantly. “Wonderful. Now that we’ve got that settled, what kind of cookie do you have?”

You pull out the silicone stashed from your tote, handing it to him. “Homemade chocolate chip. They remind me of summers growing up, so I made a batch recently. It’s our family recipe.”

His face remains stoic as he bits into the cookie, softened from your afternoon in the sun and warm air. Biting you lip, you watch and wait for the verdict.

“Very good, at least so far.” He comments. A sly look waves over his face. “I need to finish the whole thing before I can fully give you a review.”

“By all means, keep going then,” you respond. “I can’t promise that cookie is the best one of the batch, but it should be satisfactory.”

“You know what would make this really the perfect moment?” Seokjin mumbles, mouth still full of cookie pieces.

“A pair of dry socks?” you respond, laughing and kicking up your very soaked feet.

“Well, that wasn’t what I had in mind, but yes, that definitely wouldn’t hurt,” he says. “But also, some banana milk would just hit the spot. Do you mind a detour to that confidence store?”

He gestures, long fingers sprinkled with crumbs, across the road from the park entrance. The rain has slowed, but not stopped completely, and drops of water cling to the rails on the fence separating the space from the busy street and pedestrians.

“That sounds perfect. Let’s go for it!” In a moment of boldness, you reach up to hold the umbrella over his hand. Blinking slowly, you hold your breath.

“Great. It’s a date,” he smiles back, and pulls you forward to begin crossing the road.

#bts fanfic #bts fluff #bangtan sonyeondan #bts jin #bts seokjin #boraluv #boraluv writes #new bts fanfic #bts scenarios #bts fic #kim seokjin #lovely runner #bts headcanons #bts x reader #bts au #seokjin oneshot #kim seokjin x reader

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sashaisready · 2 years ago

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Lee as your boyfriend

I know he’s not everyone’s cup of tea but I have a real soft spot for Lee Bodecker (Sheriff Daddy) so here’s a little fluffy drabble about dating the big lug. This is Soft!Lee and he’s much cuddlier than canon Lee…

(Some light smutty references - 18+)

~ He’s a traditional man at heart so on your first date he came with flowers and insisted on picking you up, protesting when you told him you could just meet him there. You were happy to go straight to the venue but he was having none of it, shutting down such suggestions borderline aggressively - outraged at the notion of you travelling by yourself when he’s the one who asked you out, so he’s going to pick you up. You soon acquiesced, there was simply no room for argument.

~ Later, he drove you home at the end of the night with no expectations but a chaste kiss and a big smile. Not that you should be fooled into thinking he’s a puritan or anything like that…

~ Once you see more of each other and get to know one another better - it’s like a switch has been flicked. He’s all over you - fingers dangerously low on your back, his nose nuzzling your jawline at the movies, his arm tight around your waist as he approaches you from behind…(‘Can’t help myself around you darlin’). He holds you possessively when you’re out in public, a clear indicator to any wandering eyes. His touch is such a constant presence that you find yourself longing for it when he’s not around.

~ He’s brash and straight talking on the job (‘I gotta be, buttercup’) - asserting his authority with no fear of raised voices and ruffled feathers if needs must. But for you, and for you alone, he’s soft. Gentle. A sucker for the pleading in your eyes and the way you look up at him longingly. He’d give you the moon if you asked him sweetly enough. The locals joke that you must be made of strong stuff to date the hardass Sheriff, and you smile knowingly, but the truth belongs only to the both of you.

~ You bicker sometimes. Doesn’t every couple? Nothing big, just the usual squabbles. Chores. Money. Sometimes his brashness gets the better of him. But he hates leaving fights half finished, a flash of panic in his eyes when he thinks you might walk away with this dark cloud still hanging over you both. (‘My mama didn’t leave me much, but she taught me never go to bed mad’). He doesn’t mind if you yell at him, or need some time to walk it off, but he sure as Hell won’t let you sleep without at least one of you saying sorry first.

~ In bed he’s insatiable. It caught you off guard the first time. Despite the extra heft on his frame his stamina is unmatched. You feel like you’ve run a marathon each time he’s finally through with you. Every inch of your skin thoroughly kissed, every freckle explored and caressed, every sound or gasp wickedly pulled from your lips. He leaves no stone unturned, the intensity of his care for you only matched by his sheer desire for you. He likes it from behind. He likes it laying down. He likes you on top as he lazily rolls his hips and looks up at you through hooded eyes. His gaze burns into you as if he can’t believe you’re here. You’ve never felt so attractive in all your life.

~ He makes self deprecating jokes about his weight and insists he’s giving up candy, playfully prodding his tummy as you lay side by side in bed. You scowl and chastise his criticisms. He’s perfect as he is. He wouldn’t hold you half as well if he were just skin and bones, you tell him. You kiss the softness of his belly and grip the sturdiness of his thighs and make it clear that you love all of him - no matter how much candy he eats. He almost blushes, surprised by your forthright speech, nodding in submission - ‘Well I know better than to tell a lady she’s wrong’ he plays it off, chuckling, too embarrassed to let vulnerability peer out. But underneath his heart tugs and thumps, almost dizzy with the knowledge that you unashamedly desire every part of him.

~ One evening you walk through town, happily full from a late dinner and lightly buzzed on a couple of glasses of wine, you catch him smiling at you and you smile right back - doing everything you can to try and remember this moment. Keep it in your back pocket for when times are tough, a snapshot of when you felt perfectly happy and at ease with your life and desperately in love with the man you shared it with. Something to retrieve again and again when you need it, a soothing balm never too far away.

~ Little do you know he’s got a diamond ring in his jacket, burning a hole in the fabric as he tries to pick the right moment to ask you the biggest question of his life. He wanted to wait for a special time - but how can he pick just one when all of it is? If only you knew he picked it out just a mere few days after your first date…

#Lee bodecker #lee bodecker x reader #lee bodecker x you #sheriff lee bodecker #Soft!Lee Bodecker

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sugahbunnies · 1 year ago

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BUCKET LIST ☆ 10

In Saiki's fluorescent colored dream, you and him are playing an intense game of tag you're it. You grab his wrist and pull him towards you, both of you stumbling into each other. Saiki struggles to stand still, your smile blinding him. Your aura seems to radiating brightly, and he cannot pry his eyes away from you.

"I got you!" You exclaim, your breathing becoming heavier.

"You got me" Saiki says breathlessly, his staring still fixed on your grinning face. The dream soon becomes blurry, the color mushing together and your giggling growing faint.

"WAKE UP KUSUO SAIKI".

Your hands are tightly gripping Saiki's shoulders, jerking him awake. He looks like he's in a daze and you interrupted a very crucial dream of his!

Anyways, you actually woke him up right the second after he spoke that sentence in the dream. He blinks slowly, rubbing his eyes in an attempt to see less fog. He lacks eye contact with you in order to avoid turning you to stone. He thinks that would be a lot of explaining to do to your parents, so he would rather be cautious about it.

Once he puts on his green glasses, he slides out of bed and urges you to follow him too.

"I hope you brought a toothbrush" Saiki says, soon realizing he did not see you brush your teeth last night.

"Oh, haha about that. I forgot it" You admit, bashfully smiling. Saiki squeezes paste onto his own brush, placing it into his mouth before opening a cabinet and choosing a plastic wrapped blue toothbrush.

You lean against the door frame, snatching the brush from Saiki’s hand. You stand next to him, facing the mirror as you both your teeth.

“Cat cafe, remember?” You remind him. You watch as disappointment fills his body, yet he nods.

“I remember it all, don’t worry”.

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Once you arrive at the cafe, Saiki orders about four pastries, he’s willing to share with you of course. You’re about to sit down at the table when something in the corner of your eye catches your attention. You gasp, rushing over to the multi colored cat on its back, showing its tummy.

"Kuku, look at this calico cat". You hold up a chubby cat with fluffy fur. Saiki trudges over you, he scrunches up his nose and listens to the cat's thoughts.

Purr, this human has soft hands and they smell like strawberries hmm..

He pats the cat's head, sniffing discreetly. Saiki nods, agreeing with the cat. Your fragrance is still strong.

"You always smell like that?" Saiki asks bluntly, carrying the calico cat in his arms. You raise an eyebrow, a string of huh’s slipping out of your mouth.

“Strawberries. You smell like strawberries” Saiki comments, tickling under the cat’s chin. You sniff your cardigan, a wave of fresh fruit scent hitting your nose.

WHAT IF HE FINDS OUT I USE THE CHEAP KIND OF SHAMPOO??!?

“I don’t mind if you use cheap shampoo, don’t worry about it, Y/n”.

You take a step back and shake your head. You honestly forget Saiki can read your thoughts and that has you on edge some of the time.

“I don’t read your thoughts all the time, I wear this ring to avoid interfering your personal space”. Saiki holds up a silver ring and places it in your palm for you to inspect.

“Wowww Saiki, you’re such a gentleman” You utter sarcastically, which Saiki catches on because he himself is often sarcastic too. You grab his hand and slip the ring on his left ring finger. His eyes widen, pulling back his hand. You didn’t notce this action, which Saiki is grateful for.

“Oh, I know”. He bends down and lets go of the kitty, standing up and seeing you are already holding up another cat. This one is a persian, and she seems to like you alot, The cat nuzzles your face, purring loudly.

Saiki squints, deciding to once again read the animals thoughts.

This human seems nice, unlike this pink haired weirdo.

His face falls, his mouth twitching in irritation. The fluffy animals seem to enjoy your presence more as they begin rubbing against your leg. You plop down on the cozy couch, it appears that almost all of the cats are drawn to you.

Saiki shakes his head, sitting down and enjoying the layered cake he previously ordered. It came to him to quick! He switches his seat to have a clearer view of you, but soon decides to sit next to you on the furniture.

You turn to him when he has a spoonful of cake about to fly into his mouth, you nudge him and open your mouth.

“Aaaah”.

Saiki stares at you blankly, not believing that you would voluntarily share a utensil with him. He groans, gently feeding you a piece of cake. With a delighted sound, you nod exaggeratingly and give him a thumbs up.

“You ever get tired of doing that”. Saiki copies your action of throwing a thumbs up, the corners of your lips tugging up. “It’s my signature pose, you know this Kuku”.

Saiki grimaces, setting down the half eaten pastry on his lap.

“Don’t call me tha-”.

Suddenly, your smile fades away, your eyes flutter shut and you fall into Saiki’s arms. Saiki’s eyes enlarge, his hands shaking your shoulders as an attempt to get a reaction from you. Your body feels limp and warm.

“Y/n?”. He rubs his thumbs against your cheeks, you’re unresponsive to his voice and his actions.

This date didn’t seem to go as planned.

He hisses, pulling out his phone and punching 911 on the keypad. He waits for the call to go through, his mouth moving before his thoughts.

"My best friend, they’re unconscious, please come to this address” His words slip out rapidly, his arm around your waist and hoisting you up against his body, The employees must be on their damn break, they don’t know what’s going on in the store.

What seems to be eternity, the paramedics burst through the door and begin checking you. One of them shoots a million questions to Saiki,which he responds to effortlessly but this question really embarrassed him for some reason.

“They’re your lover?”.

He holds up his hand to protest but he simply nods, to play along and hopes this will give him access to stay with you longer at the hospital.

He stares straight at the paramedic and nods, “Yes, I’m their boyfriend”.

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Saiki hovers over you, resting his fingertip against your bruised nose. It just never seems to go away. He holds your hand, intertwining your fingers with his. Glancing at the iv stuck in your vein, he starts tracing your veins visible on your arm.

“You’ll be okay, Y/n” He says in a hushed voice, his facial expression soft and tender. The doctor had told him it would be about an hour until you gain consciousness. Due to your exhaustion, he calculated it would actually be an hour and a half.

He lays his arms and head ontop of the edge of the bed, closing his eyes. He snakes his hand to yours again, gripping into it even when sweat is forming subtly.

Falling into a light sleep, time seems to pass by slower. The nurse comes in to check on you, a smile on their face when she sees you both knocked out.

“Sleep tight, kids” She whispers, exiting out of the room as quiet as possible.

You jerk awake, sitting up and realizing your hand is being held in a loose grip. Your eyes travel down and the sight is honestly bewildering to you. Saiki’s hair is a total mess, and he’s sleeping peacefully next to your lap. His hand is still holding onto yours, his nails tickling your palm. With a soft laugh, you slip your hand away, finding its way to his hair and stroking him.

“Oh Kuku, you must have been worried” You mumble, running your fingers through his hair with a grin.

Saiki yawns, lifting up his head and confused look painted on his pale complexion.

“Y/n, you’re awake” He gently speaks, looking down and realizing you both are not holding hands anymore.

“Yeah”. You swallow, a nervous laugh coming out of your system as Saiki walks out the room to get the doctor. You watch his every move, wondering how the hell you're gonna explain this to him.

"Huh, it could be worse" You speak lowly.

Yes, it can.

Saiki walks back into the room, sitting down on the chair next to your bed. He drums and taps his fingertips on the white cloth blanket, his eyes flickering from your eyes to the needle in your arm. He starts humming as you nervously hope that he does not attack you with endless questions.

He does, of course, why wouldn’t he?

“You gonna tell me what the hell is going on?” Saiki asks in a deep, serious tone, which you have never really heard him speak in such voice so he must be pissed off. You give him a pained look, your eyebrows knitting together and your lips in a straight line. His hand turns into a fist as he grabs a handful of the uncomfortable blanket. Yeah, he is definitely not happy.

“I’m just fatigued, you know this-”, “Is that really it?”. He stands up, staring at you with intense concern in his eyes. You swallow, your throat is so dry right now it’s bone like. You nod as convincingly as you could. He sighs, running a hand through his mess of hair.

“I know you’re sick, you can pretend all you want and pretend nothing is ever happening to you, but I’ll know, Y/n, I’ll know” Saiki points at his chest as he speaks every word, his eyes wide and his expression disappointed.

You instantly feel a pit in your stomach, your anxiety shooting up. You really do not want to argue with Saiki, but you are still not ready to tell him what is actually happening to you. Telling him that you’re just tired won’t cut it.

“You don’t know anything” You spat out, an angry look washing over your face. Saiki’s eyes narrow in sadness, another sigh leaving his lips. He sounds annoyed.

“Guess we aren’t close friends like I thought huh?” He retorts with frustration, lightly punching the bed with a fist before turning on his heel and storming out of the room.

You stare at the curtains that are used as doors, the fabric waving side to side slightly as he left. Your bottom lip trembles, your dry throat tightening even worse. Tears tickle your eyes and you gasp loudly. A hand to your chest and you begin sobbing.

You were right , it could be worse.

#kusuo saiki #the disastrous life of saiki k.#saiki k #saiki kusuo x reader fanfic #saiki x reader #saiki kusuo x reader #kusuo saiki x reader #saiki x reader fanfic

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dootznbootz · 1 year ago

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Hiiiiiii I just saw the character ask thing :))))

Can you tell me about your NOTP, random headcanon and unpopular opinion about Helen of Sparta?

Thank you so much!!!

I'll save the one that'll get me crucified last! 👍

Random headcanon: Both Odysseus and Penelope were given a "photographic memory" by Athena. When Athena had "forsaken" Odysseus it was taken away. Makes it nice because a lot of the more fucked up parts of the Odyssey are a bit more "fuzzy" for him. And he hates feeling "so out of sorts". He gets it back though.

Also Athena technically took Penelope under her "wing" like, one month before Odysseus.

Unpopular Helen Opinion: In MY FICS, (It's okay if you don't agree!) She is built like Rose Quartz from Steven Universe. She doesn't have a perfect "hourglass figure". She's got some pudge on her tummy. Girl is TALL (Demigod) and CHUBBY. One of the important components of Helen and Menelaus' relationship is that they are both strong enough to lift each other. Also she's the most beautiful woman in the world and chubby women are hot af lskdjf She also SUCKS at singing. She's good at wrestling and spear work. (Sparta. I also love athletic women. Plenty of chubby women are also athletic af. If you think otherwise, literally look up women's Olympic sports participants.)

Homies, know that my NOTP can be YOUR OTP and that's okay! We can still love each other and be friends! Ignore the rest if you just don't want to see that, but know that while it kind of will be in my fics, it's probably not in the way you want it to be.

Please don't hate me and know I don't hate you or think I'm "correct"!

It's OdyDio.

These are the reasons why so avoid them if you don't want to read that! :'D This is the only time I will ever be on the "Odysseus hate train" because he's such an asshole to Diomedes.

I feel so bad about it. 😭 I'm a freak who likes Odysseus/Menelaus (Big BROTP) I think it's because Odysseus is just... SO MEAN to Diomedes. And when he's not mean, he's just neutral. There is not really any "Diomedes, you're the best guy!". Especially when have Sthenelus and Diomedes saying I love you to each other To ME, they are like co-workers who work GREAT together on the battlefield and on missions, but never do anything outside of that.

When Diomedes asks for help, Odysseus sprints away from battle. When Diomedes compliments him before the night raid, Odysseus literally is like "Dude, you're not the only person who knows I'm good at stealing. Let's go."

Odysseus, that long-suffering, godlike man, replied: “Son of Tydeus, don’t over-praise me, or censure me. You’re speaking to the Argives, who know everything about me. Let’s go. Night is passing quickly. Dawn approaches. The stars have shifted forward. Most of the night has passed, two thirds of it, with one third left.”

(Ian Johnston, Book 10)

Odysseus is an asshole but he's still so mean to Diomedes! 😭 ESPECIALLY WHEN DIOMEDES IS SO FUCKING NICE TO ODYSSEUS!!! I know that's what probably makes them so compelling to so many lovely folks but I love fluff BECAUSE I'm so tired of toxic relationships irl. I don't...I don't see how I can make OdyDio fluffy 😥 With OdyDio, I feel like I'm watching my bestie (Diomedes) get back with their toxic ex who mistreats them (Odysseus). Diomedes is actually quite polite to the others. Even when Agamemnon scolds him, he tells Sthenelus to think nothing of it. He compliments Odysseus! He listens to the gods when they tell him "Hey stop fighting!" and listens to Athena! Like he's violent and a killing machine but he's respectful! He's a traumatized, respectful, killing machine! He bitches at Paris but everyone has done that! That's something everyone partakes in /j

It bothers me even more because when Odysseus is with Penelope, he's so wonderful and loving? And that the Odyssey, literally Odysseus' story/Epic, doesn't even really mention Diomedes? That goes to show how little Diomedes means to Odysseus.

And since Odysseus runs away from Diomedes when he asks for help, it boggles my mind that books earlier, he goes into a rage when his friend gets killed!

[...]but hit Leucus, a brave companion of Odysseus, in the groin, as he was dragging Simoeisius away. His hands let go. He fell down on the corpse. Enraged at Leucus’ slaughter, Odysseus strode up, through the front ranks, armed in gleaming bronze. Going in close, he took his stand. Looking round, he hurled his glittering spear. As he threw, Trojans moved back, but the spear found a mark. It hit Democoön, Priam’s bastard son, who had come from Abydos, where he bred horses for their speed. Angry for his friend, Odysseus speared him in the temple.

(Ian Johnston, Book 4)

Odysseus, you prick!!! You go on a rampage when your buddy gets killed but sprint away when your STILL ALIVE BUDDY asks you for help?! ASSHOLE

They ARE kind of friends/frenemies during the end of the war but it's a weird thing where Diomedes cares about Odysseus but Odysseus tolerates him. Like he left him to die. I love Odysseus. He's my special little guy but he treats Diomedes, another special little guy, like shit 😞

They also have a fairly large agegap, (Odysseus being one of the older kings while Diomedes is the youngest. If you bring up pederasty, you will be smited.) and have very little in common other than them both being Athena's pets. Odysseus is a fucked up lil warrior trickster who loves his wife and child more than life itself while Diomedes is a young child soldier boy who is incredibly duty bound and war is where he feels most comfortable.

Also just...Most of anything about OdyDio (fanart/fanfic/etc.) it's of them fighting or bickering or betraying each other or being very sexual. Even OdyPenDio STILL feels very "OdyDio... + Penelope in the footnotes". I already plan to write Odysseus (and Penelope) as Aspec CODED and so I...just really don't care for that??? There's barely ANYTHING of them being soft. BECAUSE THEM TWO TOGETHER just aren't soft... I personally don't like couples that are mean to each other 😭 (I'm not even including the whole "betrayal with the Pallidium" because it makes me sad to think about. I don't consider it canon.)

Menelaus though?

I have plans 😌 These two bring me comfort and are a special brotp

#I'm so sorry!!!#please don't hate me :')#I just feel like I should warn you all before you get into my fics😭 I don't want to give you whiplash and then for you to end up sad becaus #of my bullshit opinions.#I don't know if I should tag this with Anti but let me know!!!#...I think I have war flashbacks of the shipping wars of 2016🙃#gotstabbedbyapen #ask #Mad rambles #shot by odysseus #menody #I care about diomedes so I just don't like thought of him being mistreated :')#notp #The Simps™#toxic exes #my headcanons

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writing-whump · 11 months ago

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Something about your tummy

Very fluffy Isaiah and Seline fic. Mild stomach discomfort, lots of bellyrubs.

"You are not going to eat?" Isaiah asked.

Seline looked at the freshly cooked vegetables, meat and potatoes Isaiah served on the table.

Isaiah went ahead to make a great lunch, as he usually did when they both had classes in the afternoon and could spend the day lazy and alone together.

Seline loved the fact he cooked, cause she has been afraid since she was little this would be considered a "woman's responsibility" and her boyfriend would automatically assume she would take over the kitchen. Which never made sense to her, cause if they both returned from work, why should the girl be the one cooking while the guy lazes in front of the TV? How was his work more exhausting than hers?

Never been an issue with Isaiah, cause he liked to cook and took over preparing all their meals without asking. She has been suprised to find his cooking style also suited her well, not too salty or oily. Though he seemed to pick up on things she and Matthew disliked, cooking more into the direction they all enjoyed.

Seline liked salty and meaty things more, Matthew had more of a sweetooth but also needed lots of proteins and weight for his weight lifting and boxing. Isaiah didn't seem to have strong preferences, but he liked healthy natural vegetable heavy meals. That was the verdict from watching him.

He would never say. Seline was finding out there were many things Isaiah wouldn't freely say or express if he could somehow solve it on his own.

She felt a little guilty, but Isaiah's private mysterious personality was incredibly calming. Her father and brother were both emotional, often yelling when excited, angry or upset, without even noticing. Seline and her mother talked over it many times, but there was usually no stopping it, only bearing, leaving the room and forgiving them after.

In a way Matthew's grumpy more direct approach was more familiar to her, safer. But Matthew also wasn't one to yell, more like grunt and complain and she found that heartwarming despite herself.

Matt was very careful with his temper around her since the incident that had them not speaking for a week, but there hadn't been that many things that made him angry at home. It felt to her like he was genuinely happy around them, no matter how closely she watched.

And she has to make herself watch, because she got so easily lost in thought, her books or her current research, she could ignore a storm going on downstairs. Since starting to live with the boys, she started to force herself to pay attention. From time to time or when she felt like something was off, hopefully catching on things if it mattered.

Isaiah was all knowing and calm and she knew repressing many things, but for her it was such a big sign of self-control from his side...it fascinated and comforted her.

Maybe it wasn't a good fit. Maybe he would benefit more from someone prodding and making him speak more about his past, about his complicated family relationships. Maybe a more nosy and clingy girl could make him open up quicker.

But she also suspected Isaiah wrestled with things still and that prying would not actually help. Despite the calm exterior Isaiah was actually quite easy a nerve-wreck. The nightmares that could make him puke, or the days after he met one of his brothers or was reminded of something he could spend in silence, brooding, pale and not eating.

If asking him about something made him so obviously uncomfortable, shadows under his eyes growing as the neutral mask settled over him, voice going cold - that was a sign there was something intense and painful behind the facade. She couldn't bring herself to push at him, knowing this.

She didn't understand how someone could, when someting was so obviously painful for him.

The incident with his high fever helped her find the line she wouldn't cross. When he finally felt like asking for help was far too long after he should have. Something to watch out for sure.

She counted it a little win he did ask at all.

They would have to figure out this speaking up thing somehow, or she would pull her hair out mulling and worrying when he was drifting off without telling her.

She was starting to pick up on the signs, but wasn't yet sure how to address them in a way that wouldn't disturb his pride-bricked comfort zone.

"It looks delicious, Zaya," she said apologetically. She was sad she couldn't eat, it was steaming and smelled amazing. "I don't know, I don't feel like eating."

Isaiah frowned, sitting down at the table beside her. "You are not? We didn't eat anything for breakfast yet."

They lazed around in bed until 11 before Isaiah started on lunch that he could fix in an hour.

"Not really feeling hungry. Maybe it's just from yesterday-"

"You feeling sick?" His hand shot out to cup her forehead, checking for fever.

"No, nothing like that," she smiled at his concern, gently prying his fingers away and intertwining them with hers on her knee.

It was...simply emberassing to talk about anything related to her stomach. She didn't mind talking about headaches or colds, but stomach and anything lower felt...way too gross.

She gulped, lowering her eyes to the table, cheeks colouring a little. If she wanted him to communicate, she should probably do it too.

"It's just like dinner didn't sit well," she blurted out, "and Iwokeupfeelingabitfull and now I think maybenoteatingcouldhelp."

Isaiah, noticed to her eternal, horror, how she tended to be ravenous in the mornings and careful about her sugar dropping, cause they were quite drastic with how quickly her metabolism worked.

Today it was unnerving that it was different - she felt full and a little crampy. Loking at the food now, she felt only revulsion. Time to listen to the signals and take it easy.

"I'm sorry, you went through all that trouble." Her eyes flickered to him for a second before going back down. "It won't go to waste, don't worry, I'm just going eat a little later. If there is anything left after Matthew comes."

Isaiah huffed out a breath, his hand turning in her grip to take her wrist and squeeze it. "You are cute, when you are flustered, but please don't be. It's natural. So unidentified tummy problem, is that it?"

She snorted at the word 'tummy' and his light tone. "Eat, I'll just get me some mint tea."

"No, no, no, sit," Isaiah said playfully, standing up to kiss her on the forehead and gently press her back against the chair. "I'll make it."

"You are hungry, so you eat," she said with a shake of her head at his escapades.

"Nope, won't eat before a lady does, so tea it is. Does the smell bother you?" He was opening the window before she answered.

"You are fussing," she accused with a smile, a wave of fluttering warmth spreading over her heart.

"You wouldn't deprive me of the pleasure, would you?" Isaiah had the water boiling and picked her favourite blue mug from the shelf.

"You are crazy," Seline said with another shake of her head.

Isaiah poured the water in, bringing the steaming mug over to the table. He stood behind her, draping his arm around her front casually. Always so careful about what she would want, what she would allow.

She wrapped her hands around his arm, clutching it to her chest like a talisman.

Isaiah smiled as she leaned her head back against his stomach. "You always say that when I do something very nice and you don't know how to accept it," he said smugly, very pleased with himself.

Seline rolled her eyes. "Go eat already.

Isaiah let her go after another squeeze, sitting down. Judging by the speed her ate, he must have been dying of hunger.

It was definitely crazy. Isaiah was the busiest person she knew - between his master degree in psychology, doing practicum this semester, being on back and call of so many packs when they didn't know how to resolve a dispute, often teaching new pups in the city or preparing them for their shadow passability exams.

But he still somehow managed to drop everything for her, to be with her, to find the time.

"What are you thinking about?" Isaiah interrupted her thoughts.

Seline flushed again. She couldn't exactly say 'about how amazing you are'.

"Ehhh, did I tell you about that cool class I found this semester? Every week comes a different professor from a different faculty to talk about their approaches to storytelling, it's so interesting. I still think we could make a whole new faculty around that topic..."

He listened and nodded, asked questions. Never did he complain that he was too tired to listen or that it was too complicated or that he had better things to think about.

Was this the first stage, the wooing stage, where he would hold out everything? Or would this change with time as they became boring to each other? Would it pass, getting this giddy when his eyes lightened up, when he shared his thoughts to things that mattered to her?

After eating, they ended up sprawling on the couch. Or more like Isaiah sat down with his arm around her waist, dragging her to lie against him as she talked, cushioning her.

"These are all excellent things to consider for my master thesis. I talked about it with the professor and the workshop group, and they weren't sure what about bestseller books would be relevant for culture studies. I always get that question, but like popular culture is very much a subject of culture studies and we are allowed to work interdisciplinary."

"And your theory in this is culture can be analysed through the bestseller that was popular at the time?"

"Yes, but not just doing a classic literary analysis of the structure and style and themes and techniques. I want to analyse the way the audience interpreted the bestseller - which doesn't have to be at all what the author indetended. What about that interpretation resonated so well, that the book became so popular? What about books that become popular after many years, because some kind of event makes it suddenly interesting? That's like George Orwell's book being suddenly sold out in Ukraine, because considering the life in a dictatorship suddenly looks like a very real risk or the book Pandemic being reprinted several time during Covid."

"I think you make a compelling argument. The psychological reaction to brutal or world shattering events often leads to two reactions. Either they read everything related to the situation, devouring dystopic films and such or they watch everything but to get their mind off it." Isaiah shifted as he talked so he could lean over her, watching her face. He propped himself up with one hand while his other stayed on her hip, tentative anchoring touch.

Then it gently slid up towards her middle.

"That's exactly what- Isaiah?"

"Your belly's still upset? Can I rub it?" he asked.

She felt the blood rushing to her cheeks, leaning forward to press her forehead against his chest. "Don't say it out loud, it's emberassing."

Isaiah chuckled. "May I?"

"If you have to." It felt very intimate for him to touch her stomach like that. She had offered bellyrubs to him once before, but something about receiving them, about his hand circling the top of her stomach, wide and gentle, had her toes curling up. It was like he had her in the palm of his hand, like there was nothing to hide.

Her stomach wasn't bloated, not exactly, but it was swirling quietly, like there was something inside although she didn't eat for over good 12 hours.

Isaiah followed the sound with his fingers, palm at the center. "There. Like this okay?"

Seline stayed with her face covered by his shirt, breathing in his cologne. "Tell me about your week. Are you still working with that kid that moved here from Neusiedl?"

Isaiah raised an eyebrow at the subject change but complied with a smirk, tone turning thoughful. "Yes. He's got good control, he is just a little arrogant, you could say. He follows his shadow's desires without question."

"Is that a usual problem?"

"One of the most usual ones. Either they are scared of their shadows taking over or they rely on them way too much. And their packs seek me out, like I had some kind of special talent with my shadow, some kind of gift." He scoffed at the idea, turning to lie on his back. "I simply have good training. It's entirely teachable."

"So their packs teach them wrong?"

Isaiah grimaced. "They are not wrong per se, but if you want to live in an environment so naturally stressful for wolves as a city is - with all the people, smells, impulses, lot less space - you gotta stop hating everything that's human about yourself. You gotta stop looking down on what human schools and universities can teach you. Otherwise what's the point of being here?"

Seline leaned the side of her head against his chest. "You know, you make for the perfect combination. You are studying the best there is to understand human psyche, but you are also a wolf with excellent control. You are the best to teach them."

Isaiah chuckled. "Maybe. I guess it's a rare to be both."

"Hmm. It looks like nobody can teach them this although it's very needed for the newbie wolves. Like how you taught Matthew?"

"Matthew didn't...he isn't problematic or whatever he thinks he is. He just didn't have anyone who would show trust in him."

"Yeah, but you figures out what he needed and then gave it to him. I'm not saying you need a psychology degree for that, but you are obviously demonstrating the ability to help wolves to understand their shadows better. Something no wolf can explain and no human school can teach. There is a hole for that and a demand..."

Isaiah smiled, bowing his head closer to her face. "Are you making up a new profession for me?"

"A unique one indeed," she said, leaning closer too. Their foreheads were almost touching. They were breathing the same air. Seline couldn't take her eyes from his lips.

She squaled a little when Isaiah tentatively pushed up her shirt to put his hand on her belly skin on skin. "W-what are you doing?"

"Rubbing your belly, of course." His voice was all innocent, with a terribly smug undertone.

Seline leaned away, covering her face with her hands. "You are horrible. I can't focus at all."

"Looks like you got a thing going on there with tummies. I don't know what it is, but it's very cute."

Seline rolled her eyes, trying to take control over her rapid heartbeat and breathing when he whispered like that with his hand up and down on her skin. His fingers were warm and smooth and she was melting under the touch. Was this guy going to be her undoing?

"Seriously. I tell you it's feeling off and you keep doing this. I don't get you." Shouldn't he be grossed out by the image of her insides moving, in whatever direction that might be? It was petrifyingly emberassing.

Isaiah scoffed at her words, sliding down on the sofa so his face was on the same level as her stomach. He cradled it with one hand while throwing the other over her back.

Then he kissed her on a sliver of naked skin under the shirt, right under her belly button.

Seline's eyes went wide, mouth hanging open in a little o. Isaiah chuckled.

She cupped his cheeks in her palms, fingers slightly shaking as she pushed his face towards hers.

Something flashed in Isaiah's eyes, something dark and intense, but exciting in a new way and he leaned into her touch to capture her lips in his.

The kiss was deep, long, and she completely lost herself in it. In his taste, his smell, his everything. If she could drown in him, she gladly would.

They were both breathing hard when they separated, his hands still on her waist, under her shirt.

His smile was wide and genuine, no masks. This was an emotion he wanted her to see.

"Completely crazy," she breathed.

@bellysoupset

#sickfic #fluff #stomach ache #my writing #werewolf wip #bellyrubs #Seline

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missing-muses · 1 month ago

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Reno (main verse) update

Baby Sayuri

Little tiny fairy princess baby Sayuri is now 3 months old!

She is growing so fast and pretty soon she won't be a teeny tiny little bean any more. She is now a whole 5kg! She's still a little small for how old she is, but her doctor says she is just fine and healthy, it's normal for fairy babies to be a little on the small side. I just love watching her grow and the way she loves all of her furry little friends and it's the sweetest thing! She can now lift her whole upper body when she is on her tummy and she loves to listen to music. We got a little water mat for her when she is on her tummy and she loves to smack it. I have a feeling that she will make quite the splashy mess when she is older during bath time.

Some physical changes about her are that her fuzzy little hairs are getting longer, I can now give her a little piggytail on top of her head! Also her little baby wingies are starting to show and they're so pretty! I am pretty sure that her wings are gonna end up being waaaay more pretty than my own. She's getting a little chonky and it's the cutest thing! She has the squishiest little cheekies and gets such a happy little round tummy after nursing.

Some new and old things that she loves:

Mama & daddy her fluffy friends both her indoor swing and her garden swing her water mat her star night light and her pink flower lamp Mama & daddy singing music when the kitties cuddle up to her Looking at her hands Grabbing Chammy's tail, nobody else's just Chammy's The "mmmm" sound

New and old things she dislikes:

The wind (Yep still hates it but now she is vocal about it.) Mittens (yep still needs them and still hates them!) Having her nose clean (Will still throw tiny little baby hands with you) Doctor's visits

Keep growing strong and healthy my beautiful little bean. Mama and daddy love you so very much.

@niiyamakoichi

#Reno updates #main verse #mama reno #baby sayuri

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casspurrjoybell-19 · 2 years ago

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TORN - Chapter 17

*Warning: Adult Content*

Berlin Cahill had never felt so tired in his entire life.

Both his body and mind were spent beyond belief and the trauma of today's events was really getting to him.

It was supposed to be the perfect day, the day that he officially became Luna of Oasis' pack and completed his bond with him but of course the Goddess had never seemed to be on his side in times like this.

Even though he was extremely nervous at the time, beyond the wall of fear that he'd built was a field of excitement, one that he only got a taste of before it was completely ruined.

‘On top of that, my tummy was beginning to bother me. Just my luck.’

It's hard to explain how it felt when Berlin saw Max's face walking down that aisle but the best word to encompass it had to be dread.

He dreaded seeing his face again, the one that he thought he knew oh-so-well.

A vivid image of the demented state of the features that he once admired, stolen and twisted, was burned onto the back of his eyelids, taunting him.

Each time he snuggled deeper into the covers with Hannah and Brook on either side of him, trying to drift off to sleep, his eyes would snap right back open as he whimpered softly in fear, trying to keep his voice down each time as not to wake his two friends beside him.

What did he do to deserve to have such a complicated life?

He only wanted to live with a loving mate, be held in his strong arms every night and bare his children.

He wanted to be a happy couple, the kind that go out on dates on the weekends and struggles to raise their litter of pups without pulling their hair out.

Instead, Berlin got a demon who possessed the body of his ex-Mate, who undoubtedly wanted me and probably Oasis also, dead and one loving mate that wanted to do nothing but protect and care for him.

Why couldn't he just choose Oasis and be done with this entire situation?

It was really becoming too much for him to bare and he was sure that it has barely even begun.

‘I'm so weak...’

Turning his head into his fluffy pillow, Berlin inhaling deeply as tears began streaming down his cheeks.

Oasis' scent that clung to the soft fabric filled his nostrils and he found himself only crying harder at the reminder that he wasn't beside him.

‘I want him... I want Oasis.’

Despite the fact that Berlin begged Oasis to stay with him tonight, he could practically see the bloodlust in his eyes when Max was dragged away into the basement.

He could tell that he was debating the options, however his need to torture the demon who threatened his Mate’s life easily dominated his sanity.

Before the Alpha descended the crumbling stairs to the basement, he instructed Hannah and Brook to watch over Berlin while he "attended to business".

Although Berlin didn't like the idea of being watched all of the time, he has to admit that their presence next to him in bed was at least a bit comforting and he definitely needed as much of it as he can get right now.

He peeks my head out from under the covers and turns his head to the right, only to be met with Brook's sleeping face.

It was safe to say that even when she sleeps she looks like a model.

Reaching out a finger, Berlin gently pushed back a curly piece of hair that slipped in front of her eyes, not wanting it to tickle her nose and make her wake up.

That’s when he saw it... it was barely a flicker but Berlin’s teary eyes were fast enough to detect the slight movement that reflected in the wide window.

Who would be able to get into the Alpha Wing without Oasis' permission?

Berlin sat up in the bed, trying to be gentle with his movements so that he wouldn't disturb his friends.

A chill went down his spine as another movement registered in the corner of his eye.

A dark figure ran past the door in a flash and Berlin immediately slipped off the bed, padding slowly towards the dark hallway.

He wrapped his arms around himself to try and find some warmth as the chill of the night was causing goosebumps to rise on his skin.

Pursing his lips in confusion, Berlin peeked his head out of the door, squinting down the left side of the hallway before turning his head the other way, only to be greeted with green eyes that were so bright that they seemed to glow in the dark.

"W-what are you d-d-doing here?" Berlin breathlessly stuttered out, much too scared to move.

In fact, he was surprised that he could choke out those simple words.

His Wolf Casey was helplessly whimpering in their head and Berlin knew that he was a moment from taking over from pure fright.

A soft but sinister laugh came back in response and before he knew it, a gun was pointed to his head and his arms were trapped behind him.

Berlin let out a scream so loud that it could've broken a wine glass.

He was frantically struggling against the hold of the imposter that had him so tightly bound in their arms but his measly strength was nothing compared to how strong they were.

Tears streamed endlessly down his face, blurring his vision as he was practically dragged across the room towards the window.

"I've got him, boss. I'm exiting at the moment, prepare the van," the person holding Berlin commanded through some sort of headset and Berlin’s eyes widened at the familiar tone.

However, before he was able to confirm, someone else did.

"Callie?" came Brook's surprised voice from the bed and Berlin could've laughed out loud with how happy he was at the sight of both Brook and Hannah sliding out from underneath the covers.

The relief he felt was unreal.

‘We're saved,’ cried Berlin’s Wolf, Casey, although they were both unaware of what was about to transpire.

Before he was able to get over the shock of Callie, someone who he thought was his best friend, working to kidnap him, two gunshots rang through out the room.

Berlin could've sworn that time moved in slow-motion as Brook and Hannah fell to the floor, blood trailing across the hardwood floors before he was yanked out of the window.

He let out a cry of anguish, clawing for his friends and sobbing harder than ever before.

Just when he thought things couldn't get any worse, fate turns against him once again.

"Please, save me..." Berlin begged, desperately attempting to reach Oasis through their straining mating bond.

If only they'd finished the ceremony...

"Ouch..." he whimpered as he was thrown into the back of a van roughly, his fragile frame bumping against the walls as he felt the vehicle lurch forward.

"Ugh, your crying is so annoying," said Callie, reaching into a black pouch on her hip to pull out a syringe filled with some sort of thick, pink liquid.

"Hopefully this will shut you up."

Berlin couldn't fight or protest when she moved over to him as fast as lightning, pressing the needle into the side of his neck.

The pricking sensation was barely registered in his mind as he sobbed against the dirty floor of the van.

He just wanted to sleep.

‘Sleep.’

That sounded like an amazing idea.

Without another thought, he allowed the drowsy feeling to cloud his senses and take him off into a state of nothingness.

*****

It took no time at all for Oasis to reach the Alpha Wing.

His legs had a mind of their own and their only thoughts were consumed with Berlin.

Oasis heard Berlin trying to contact him through their link as he rushed to him, however it was far from being fully established and resulted in a faint sound of static instead.

He silently begged the Moon Goddess that he was alright as he approached his bedroom, his blue eyes clouded around the rim with red.

Blood-lust.

He'd left the torture chamber without touching the demon, which was something that never happened to his victims.

Max had simply laughed like a maniac when he saw Oasis sprint away at the sound of Berlin's scream, chanting a song that sounded vaguely of 'Mary Had a Little Lamb'.

The man was definitely clinically insane and that gave the Alpha all the more reason to skin him alive.

The first thing that Oasis noticed was the empty bed, which sent his instincts into hyper-sensitivity mode.

Berlin's scent was strewn throughout the room along with the faint tinge of his friends' as well.

It only took half of a second longer for him to pick up on the pungent stench of blood.

My head snapped to the side, taking in the sight of the two girls on the floor with blood pouring profusely from two wounds in their abdomen.

‘Shit.’

"Ortiz, put the pack house on lockdown. We have a breach. Benji, I have two wounded in the Alpha Wing. I need you here immediately," Alpha Oasis instructed through the pack link, cursing to himself when he picked up fresh scent of Berlin along with another faintly familiar one belonging to one of their newer pack members, Callie, near the open window.

It was slowly fading, no doubt from the slight breeze that entered the room but he’d always be able to recognize the tantalizing scent of his mate.

Oasis guessed that his Wolf, York was right to protect Berlin from those 'friends' of his.

‘It was surprising, as the horny Wolf was hardly useful for anything else other than getting his dick hard.’

Red began to creep further into Oasis’ line of sight as he let out a growl, York forcing himself to surface when it began to sink in that Berlin was most definitely gone.

With a roar of anger as well as agony, he turns to run back towards the torture chamber.

‘Max. That fucking bastard. I should've killed him when I had the chance.’

"Alpha," the voice of Oasis’ head warrior, Luka, pierced through his link and the fur on his hackles stood on end at the urgency of it.

He'd left Luka to watch over the Incubi when he ran to check on Berlin and it was easy to tell that something was wrong through his tone of voice.

"What the fuck do you want?" Oasis growled back at him, his voice sounding deeper as York began to take over once again.

"It's Max. He's gone."

The Alpha could practically feel Luka's face paling through the link at the pure anger he shot back at him.

He was so riled up that he couldn't speak, let along respond to him as he turned the corner that led to the chambers.

Luka jumped at Oasis’ sudden appearance in the damp basement but he couldn't care less.

Just as he said, the pole Max was previously attached to was barren, the shackles left open and dangling.

Alpha Oasis roared out with rage, stomping his way over to the pole and flattening the hard metal against the floor with the swipe of his hand.

His chest heaved and his eyes began to fill up with tears as the weight of the situation dawned on him in one fell swoop.

‘Berlin is gone. My baby boy is gone. My Angel was ripped from my arms by a deranged asshole.’

Oasis falls to the ground with a sob, feeling nothing like the powerful Alpha that he usually is.

The most important part of his life was taken from him and he felt nothing more than emptiness.

He'd get him back, no matter what he had to do.

He swore to protect Berlin and he would never give up on that promise.

Not until his very last breath.

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erodasfishtacos · 3 years ago

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Hi, this was a special request from a kofi donation. Thank you so so much planet anon.

This was the request: Maybe just like what a normal night looks like for them in school after getting out of class/practice, etc just really domestic and fluffy, maybe a little smut idk, completely up to you, make it yours ❤️

reblog, like, recommend, comment, & come talk to me if you enjoyed it!

Enjoy!

It was about six months into dating.

Harry had been doing some very vigorous training for the upcoming games against a very good team that they needed to take down for the playoffs.

That meant workouts in the morning, classes, and then training at the field until it was dark and the stadium lights turned on.

He was struggling practice because he missed his person. He hadn’t been able to see YN in nearly two weeks because of this bullshit.

YN had become his person very very quickly. He fell hard in a way that had never happened to him before in his life.

Harry attempts to call her on his way back to the frat house after practice, sighing when it rings until it goes to voicemail.

“Hi baby, m’just callin’ to say goodnight. I miss y’a whole fuckin’ lot and can’t wait until I can get you in m’arms again,” He murmurs into the phone, ignoring his teammates who are fucking around beside him.

“Did you hear that? You wanna hold me, Styles?” Austin coos, throwing his arm around his shoulder with a kissy noise.

“Not w’a face only y’mama can love,” He teases back, slipping his phone into his bag and trying to push back the lump in his throat.

He can’t help but text too.

h: Tried to call. Have a good night, sleep well. I love you ❤️

All the players drop their smelly gear and plop down on the coach to relax but Harry just trudges upstairs with a bit of gloom.

He never thought he’d be so attached to someone.

When he steps into his room, he’s instantly pissed off because someone is in his bathroom - using his shower and making it warm in the room.

“Who the fuck is in there? Are you fucking joking, I’m not in the mood for this,” Harry booms, dropping his duffle and stomping through the door.

Harry rips open the shower curtain, dumbfounded and frozen when he isn’t faced with one of his teammates but his soft, plush, wet, naked girlfriend.

“Surprise,” She giggles lightly as she blinks through the stream of water and pushing her hair off of her face.

He doesn’t think before he’s pushing her further back into the shower and following in after he with his lips sealed to hers.

“Harry!” YN laughs against his lips, he was still completely clothed, “You’re soaking your clothes!”

“Don’t care, need t’kiss you,” He grunts without a care, his hands roaming her hips, belly, ribcages, everything.

“Mmm!” She squeaks happily, helping him remove all of his water-heavy, soiled clothes off and out onto the tiles floor.

“Missed you s’much, baby,” He murmurs, over the moon, as he moves his head down to capture her nipple in his mouth.

“H, yes,” YN hums happily, hands carding through his tangled, matted curls as his other hand kneads at her tummy until slipping to her pretty, plump folds that hide away his favorite parts.

“Yeah, don’t act surprise. Comin’ t’surprise me, of course, I’m gonna lose my mind. M’fuckin’ feral for this body,” He tells her lowly, voice deep and affected as he twists at her unattended nipple with enough force to have her hiss.

Harry wanted to do so so many things from eating her out, to playing with her nipples long enough that she comes from that with just a little thigh riding, but she makes up his mind for him.

“Need you in me, c’mon,” She goads him, turning around and pressing her palms against the wall with her bum stuck out.

“Shit, darling. How is every part of you perfect?” Harry wonders out loud, fingers curiously dipping between her cheeks, thumb smoothing over her tighter hole.

It has her letting out an unfiltered, loud whimper and she pushes back into until he breaches just the littlest of bit.

“Mmm, gonna ‘ave to play with y’arse,” Harry replies in her ear as he slips up and down her entrance a few times before fully pushing in.

“Gonna have to play with yours too,” She retorts back but falters when he starts out with rough, directed thrusts.

“Baby, don’t tease me, know I’ll love it,” He replies, nipping at the nape of her neck, shoulders, whenever he could reach.

It only takes a few minutes before he’s close and she’s whining, “H, just need a little more plea-“

He doesn’t let her finish, tows her leg up and brings his other to thumb tight, wide circles on her clit until she’s panting and rocking against him thumb then back on his cock.

“Good girl, y’got it, baby,” Harry praises, legitimately in awe of how fucking gorgeous his girlfriend was and how he managed to snag her.

“Yeah, yeah,” She babbles, tensing up before letting out a long, euphoric moan as she releases, Harry following right after.

“Want another one?” Harry offers as soon as he pulls out, soft but always willing to please.

“Want a cuddle,” YN replies, thumbing at his puffy bottom lip, “Wouldn’t turn down your mouth though never would.”

“My mouth that good, darlin’?” He hums cockily, squatting down and spreading her legs.

“Don’t get a big ego,” She huffs with a chuckle, “Haven’t had many guys do it to me. Maybe it’s just how it always is.”

Harry can’t help but frown before biting her folds gently for a punishment, “S’never this good. M’the only guy who will be doin’ it from now on, understand?”

He then continues to make her come twice on his tongue just to prove his point before they scrub each other off and wash their hair.

She waits in her towel as Harry riffles through his drawer for her favorite shirt of his to sleep in as well as grabbing a pair of panties from her drawer in his dresser.

Then he’s tugging the shirt over her head and leaning down for her to step into the soft underwear and wriggling it up her hips for her.

“I missed you so much,” YN sighs, once Harry’s in a pair of briefs and they’re snuggled tightly under his covers.

“Thought ‘bout you every second,” He replies truthfully, “Spoon me, darling.”

They move around until YN is tight against the back of him, his tiny bum in the cradle of her hips, and her arm swung around his hard stomach.

“So needy,” She teases, kissing over his strong, muscular back that’s still warm from the shower and sun exposure.

“Never had this before,” Harry mumbles sheepishly, blushing into the darkness of the room and he feels her squeeze his middle.

“I know but you do now,” YN assured him before whispering back, “And it makes me feel so special you are letting me experience this with you.”

Harry brings his hand up to kiss her knuckles, “Want t’experience everything with you from now on.”

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oakenlup · 3 years ago

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The HP Characters and them making/receiving a flower-crown: FLUFF

Draco, Sirius, Cedric, Luna.

CEDRIC:

You were out in the meadow, sitting under a big overhanging oak tree, the grass glowed under the warm sunshine, that warmed your cheeks as a bonus. Cedric was invested in a book, which was actually one of Gilderoy Lockhart’s. After his questionable activities at Hogwarts, most his books were pulled off shelves, as he was seen as a menace to the wizarding world - but Cedric couldn’t help but scoff at some of his stories. “Ha! Him with a yeti, he’d get too invested in his own reflection within the beast’s eye! Pathetic” he laughs, watching you as you sat idle within his lap, or so he thought. As he began to flick the chapters, he seen your hands go to work at a few flowers. “What are you doing?” He asked, confused as to why so many dandelions were pulled out and scattered around. “Making a flower-crown” you murmur, too invested with threading each stem through the next. A few minutes later, and your crown is complete. “Here!” You excitedly turn around in his lap and carefully place the delicate ring around his fluffy hair. He attempts to look up, and begins to unravel his Hufflepuff scarf with a smile that screamed I love you. “Thanks pet, here” he says in return. You accept the scarf and wrapped it around your chilly neck. Planting a quick kiss to his cheek, you rested your head upon his chest; a pretty gift for a pretty gift.

LUNA:

You and Luna often took strolls around the gardens, as she liked to get school and company out of her hair. She found comfort in nature, and always seemed to compare it to you. “You’re like the sun, you may disperse at night to your own collective, but you always manage to appear in the morning and say hello, you always warm those around you” she gently states, continuing her stroll, doing a slight twirl in the open patch of grass. “Oh, thank you! You’re like...uh, a buttercup!” You pick up the small yellow flower in return of her compliment. “Always so bright and full of life, often over looked, but as important to the world as any other of nature’s gift” you stammer, hoping the compliment matched the sincerity of her own. “That’s lovely, buttercups have always been a favourite of mine, how about we make flower-crowns! Then we can wear them together and dance the night away with them!” She replies, doing a small dance and beginning to pick out a few sparse flowers. “I’d love too” you say, kneeling down, and beginning to thread each yellow flower together in an infinite loop. After both your crowns were done, you placed them gently on one another’s head. Luna adjusted hers, and began to take your hands, swaying you back and forth.

DRACO:

You and Draco decided to go way out into the meadow to experience a nice little picnic. It was the weekend, and Draco suggested you both have a picnic instead of going to Hogsmeade. You complied, and here you were, with all the chocolate frogs you could imagine, scattered around the blanket you stole from a roommate. “It’s lovely out here” you say, cutting the silence short. After your chocolate frogs, the food began to make you feel sick, so you decided to lean back on the blanket and rest your eyes and tummy for just a few minutes. “You’re eyes aren’t even open, how do you know it’s lovely” he replies, his sarcasm still manages to make you giggle. “Well, the sun beating down and the sent of your very strong cologne makes me feel, whole” you say, going to hold his hand you thought was next to you, but your met with a thigh. Creaking your eyes open, you see Draco with different flowers in a big jumble that resembled a circle. “What are you doing?” You ask, sitting up, your eyes fully adjusted. “It’s a flower-crown” he mumbles, almost embarrassed. You give him a small smile as he ties the last flower, plopping it on your head. Giving it a feel, your smile only grows larger, and you begin to bear hug the boy. “Be careful of the crown darling!”

SIRIUS:

“How was the hunting with Remus?” You quirk, moving to clean up the kitchen counter after making dinner for one. Marrying Sirius has been tough, he’s always out with Remus, or barley getting through, you try to make him smile, but he’s just reminded of his past through your eyes. “It was, ok” he mumbles, you hear him shift some stuff around awkwardly. “Well, I’m off to bed, I’ve left some spare dinner if your hungry” you reply, sadness damping your normally happy voice. “Wait, darling, turn around” Sirius says, you comply, and see him standing there with two hands behind his back, is this proposal number two? “I know I’ve been distant, and no amount of money can repay my time with you, but I decided to take that time, and make it into something I hope you’ll use to forgive me with” the genuine Sirius came out to play with that tone, and you knew he was serious, serious Sirius you like to call him. “And it is?” Your little smile starting to appear. “This” he says, bringing his arms back around, and showing you a beautiful crown, full of tulips. You gasp, and come towards him, giving it a closer look. “I made it, I found these around the woods, and decided, since you do so much for me, why don’t I actually repay you for a change, and I know it’s a little crumpled but-“ you cut his apology off short with a kiss and a tug of his shirt collar. “Aww thank you, Sirius, this is the sweetest thing” you softly say, grazing the flowers. “Here, let me” he replies, placing the crown promptly on your head.

@bella-pas

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eleteo125 · 4 years ago

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Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Naughty Wolf (m)

Wolf!Baji x Red Riding Hood!Reader

18+ fic minors dni

Red Riding Hood is a title given to those with the duty of delivering food, crops, livestock, etc. to the wolves in exchange for the protection of the village. But what if you met one of those wolves?

CW: Sexual Content, biting, hair pulling

Word Count: 15,010 (yeesh haha)

A/N: I haven't written anything in a loooong time haha. Also forgive my smut scenes they aren't my forte when it comes to writing. English is also not my first language so have mercy if I made any mistake haha. And lastly @kazutoraholic here's the result of that little thirst post you had about Wolf!Baji hahaha hope you enjoy this too.

In a map of a far away kingdom, there is a dense forest that not many have travelled to. There have been so many sightings of large monsters and predators out for prey. Beasts so strong even the strongest knights cannot defeat. Said beasts has been observed to only reside in the forest not wandering outside so they just left it be. But in the middle of said forest resides a quaint village. As most would assume how could this village survive in such an environment where beasts of great magnitude reside? Well they don’t. They’ve enlisted the help of the “wolves” of the area whom have taken the responsibility of protecting the villagers from outside intruders from entering the village.

Mighty generous some would say but alas, their services are not for free. They have demanded to be provided some crops and livestock from the village every two weeks. And that’s where Red Riding Hoods enter. They are responsible of dropping off said supplies at a certain drop off inside the forest. Red Riding Hoods must be able to easily navigate through the dense forest for faster delivery of the supplies. They don a red hood as an indicator that they are allies to the wolves so as to not to mistakenly attack them.

One of those Red Riding Hoods happens to be your grandmother. She would be leaving for quite a while and come back with great stories of her adventures through the forest. It could be as great as catching sight of the mightily beasts or as mundane as finding a rare herb, you soaked it all up earning you a great curiosity what’s beyond those dense forest. She even mentioned coming across a wolf pup who wouldn’t let her go until she gave him some food. You both laughed at the story while also telling you not to tell anyone and it’ll be your little secret. She emphasized how the wolves are very private creatures and doesn’t really like interacting with humans. She brings life and wonder of what’s beyond the forest and not just a habitat of dangerous beasts.

But one day, your grandmother never made it home. She disappeared. She never came back from delivering the supplies. There’s a rule where once a Red Riding Hood haven’t returned in a week, they are presumed dead and a new Red Riding Hood is titled. A rule some would say is absurd, but considering how dangerous the forest is it seemed to make sense. And most cases where Red Riding Hoods not returning, they either end up found dead or still missing.

Your grandmother’s disappearance could be enough to drive you away from the forest, but you still have hope that she’s still out there. So you resorted to ways where you could go into the forest without trouble. Become a Red Riding Hood.

The only knowledge you have of the forest is your grandmother’s stories which does give information but not enough to get you to be a master navigator. SO you spent the rest of your teenage years studying about navigating and studying the on the forest that is available. After years and years of studying, you finally find yourself fit to be a Red Riding Hood. Teachers and Professors are willing to put in a good word for you when you applied to be a Red Riding Hood. And after going through a tedious process of paperwork and testing, you finally did it. You are now a Red Riding Hood. You may be doing it because you want closure on your grandmother’s disappearance, but you still felt that childlike giddiness now that you’re just like your amazing grandmother.

And here you are at the village gates waiting for the gates to open to enter the forest. Nervous and excited, that’s what you are. You’ve always been a curious little bean, so seeing more of the forest beyond just illustrations and books is beyond exciting. But you’re also nervous because who wouldn’t be when the most dangerous forest in the kingdom is right there where wild beasts could maul you anytime. So yeah, nervous and excited. To calm your nerves, you resorted to count the supplies and double…well triple check in this case.

“Nervous?” a man in knight uniform approached you.

“Atsushi! Yes. Seeing the forest up close like this is…”you looked up and took a view of the forest “pretty intimidating”

“Ah I told you Akkun is fine. Might as well get familiar with each other since I’ll be escorting you to the gates from now on. And if it’s any consolation, this is my first time being near the forest too.”

You chuckled at his nervous face when gazing at the forest which you can definitely relate too. Knowing someone else might relate to you comforted you a little.

“Welp! Off I go then!” you said cheerfully trying to ignore your nerves.

“Take care okay. And thank you for your service to the village.”

“An honor to serve the village. See ya!” you said before taking off.

You’ve been travelling for two days and you came to one conclusion. You were definitely being followed. You don’t really have any evidence you were being followed but you can just feel it. You barely slept last night, but at least you’re already at the drop off point. So you quickly did your tasks so you can travel back home already and hopefully not get mauled by a beast.

Just as you were thinking of that, you heard leaves from a branch rustle. Your face paled and your body was paralyzed. ‘Not on my first day please not on my first day” you pleaded with your eyes closed. You slowly opened your eyes and turned your head towards the direction of the rustle.

You came into eye contact with a guy. No wait, uh, he has dog or maybe was it wolf ears. He must probably one of the wolves. But when learning about the wolves you assumed they would look more…wolf-like and not human-like.

“Hey.” The guy? Dog? Wolf? Said trying to get your attention

“Uhm, can I- can I help you?” you hoped you said that loud enough for him to hear you still were shocked of what you came across.

“Ya got food on ya?”he asked and stepping out from the bush.

“Yea, I just locked it in the drop off point.”

He looked at the drop off point and looked back at you. “That’s great! But what I mean is a spare food you guys have a lot of those right?” he said with somewhat an excited look on his eyes. You even caught a glimpse of his wagging tail behind him.

“Well the food on me is for me while I travel.” You explained while patting your bag.

“Aww. How about a bite then?” he asked stepping near your bag and sniffing a little which caused him to drool a bit.

“No can do, sorry”

“A nibble then?” he asked crouching down next to your bag and looking up at you giving you the puppy eyes. You almost cooed out loud because admittedly he looked cute looking like that. You shook your head “N-no” you faltered.

As you said that, his face turned into a frown and his ears started to droop down. ‘Oh no not the ears, not the ears! Hhnnggg those cute ears and those fluffy hair aagghh!’You sighed and reached for your bag “Alright, fine”

“Hell yeah!” he stood up and took the sandwich you handed him with bright eyes. It isn’t a problem really; you made extra the amount of food for your travels to gauge how much you’ll need for next time. As the guy devoured the sandwich, you started to observe him. Long dark hair one of the noticeable trait of his after his ears. Sharp canines which he made great use of while eating, and amber eyes which were now looking at you. ‘Oh’ how long have you been staring at him? You felt yourself blush at the thought of getting caught but brushed it off.

“So, I hope you enjoyed it!”you tried making conversation

The guy gave you a smile that showed off his canines. “Definitely! It was just as good as your grandmother’s haha.” He said while patting his tummy.

“Wait-huh? My grandmother’s?”

“Was she not your grandmother? There used to be a nice old lady who gave me food all the time when she goes here.”

‘Could it be?!’

“A-are you by chance talking about my grandmother?!” you asked enthusiastically getting close to him in the process…well maybe too close judging by the fact that he stepped back a little.

“Yes…” he said now the one thinking you’re strange

“H-h-how do you know my grandmother and I were related?” your thoughts were going a mile a minute that turning those thoughts into words is a bit of a struggle.

“Well, you both smelled similar.”

“Eh?”

“Your scent.”

You stared at him before backing away and covering yourself “Have you been sniffing me?!”

“Wha- I was sniffing your bag I just got a whiff of you!”

“And how were you able to do that?!”

“I’m a wolf!”

“Oh” you realized feeling a little bit dumb. But at least you got a confirmation of what he is.

The guy in front of you sighed and said “Why don’t we start over. I’m Baji Keisuke, one of the wolves defending you village from the forest a pleasure to meet you.” He held out his hand for you to shake, which you accepted. “Gotta say, didn’t expect for you guys to change the Red Riding Hood so soon.”

Feeling like some tension was taken off, you decided to be friendly. “What can I say, I guess I impressed the village head with my top notch navigating skills.” you giggled at your faux arrogance which also earned the now named Baji a chuckle.

“So… you knew my grandmother?”

“I knew her as that nice lady with good food, other than that I don’t really remember much, was just a pup after all.”

Ah, you remember now. You recall your grandmother telling you stories about a wolf pup always bothering her until he gets food. With how he acted earlier, you definitely can connect the dots now.

“So how is she? Haven’t seen her for a long time.”

At that you felt yourself get sad for a bit. “I was hoping you would know something about it actually.”

He raised his brow at that statement “What do you mean?”

You looked at him before saying “She…she went missing. Here in the forest.”

“Oh. I see.” He said while looking down having a guess on what happened

“Don’t look so down, I still have hope that she’s still somewhere out there!” you declared full of confidence, you were determined to get to the bottom of your grandmother’s disappearance and Baji could sense that.

“Mind if I join you in that little quest of yours?”

You looked at him in surprise and delight you grabbed his hands and looked at him with bright eyes “Really?! You would do that?” you asked brimming with gratefulness.

Baji blushed a little bit at the sudden contact and proximity but you were just so excited to get help from someone that has a connection to your grandmother outside of the village that you failed to notice his flustered face. “Of course. Consider that as payment from the snack you gave me.”

“Oh you don’t have to worry about that.”

He smiled at you at that “Still, I would love to help you. She’s been a part of my childhood too albeit not as much as yours.”

“Thank you! Thank you thank you thank you!” you said while continuously bowing.

“H-hey save your thanks for later once we actually made progress.”

“Oh r-right, ehehe”

“You better get going. You’ve got quite a long journey back home.”

“That’s true. I’ll take my leave then! It was very nice to meet you!”

As you were about to leave you felt him tug at your sleeve prompting you to look at him “Hey what do you say I escort you back to your village?”

“Really?” you asked though you find it hard to say no to a little extra protection from the forest’s dangers “Would that be ok?”

“Of course! Besides I like you!” he declared which made you blush heavily “No-wait uh, that didn’t come out right. What I was trying to say is that uh, your grandmother talks about from time to time so I kind of got an idea of what you were like so yea.” He let out a nervous laugh and though ‘The hell was that explanation, did it even make sense???’

“W-well I’ll be in your care then!” you tried to change the subject since this conversation is making you more and more flustered.

“Right!” he gave you a mock salute and went off to lead the way.

Through your journey, the sunset came about you. Baji stepped forward and held his hand towards the setting sun. He seemed to be gauging something before saying “We got a an hour or so before the sun completely sets. Let’s settle right here and set up camp.”

“Ok ok, I’ll grab some firewood not far from here.”

“Hmm, got a tent with you? I can set it up while you’re gathering.”

“Yes! Yes I do.” You answered handing it to him “Thank you very much.”

“Not a problem. Off you go now make sure to gather enough before dark.”

“I’ll be right back then.” Just as you said that, Baji noticed something move in his peripherals.

Finding firewood wasn’t that difficult and you find yourself content with the amount you have gathered. As you were finishing up, you heard a rustle to your right. “Ah Baji you didn’t have to come here I was…just…” it wasn’t Baji. And judging by the fact that this creature was eyeing you up as its next meal, it was safe to assume that it wasn’t gonna be as friendly as Baji was.

You tried to keep steady so as to not provoke the creature, but that didn’t matter since it started to approach you sizing you up. You’ve had training where you were taught how to defend yourself from these beasts and escape quickly but facing off with the real deal like this caused you to have a mental block.

You tried slowly reaching for your weapon—which is a measly knife—but it’ll have to do. But even the smallest of movements is enough to provoke it and was now charging at you in full speed. You were about to run but in the blink of an eye the beast’s head was crushed. And right on top of that crushed head is Baji’s foot. You were about to approach him but then he started stomping on the beast’s head flattening it to the ground. He then went towards its body and started to slash at it with his claws that you didn’t notice until now. He slashed and diced until all that’s left was just minced meat.

He took out what looked to be a handkerchief and wiped his face and hands before turning to face you. What he saw wasn’t exactly pleasant. You had a pale face with your trembling hands in front of you. He hopes he didn’t scare you too much, but what he did was necessary lest the creature go limping without its head. He took cautious steps towards you and you seemed to be rooted where you stand.

Who wouldn’t be intimidated at such a display? You knew it was necessary for both your survival but that was just too much for you to handle right now. On your first day no less. When you noticed Baji stepping towards you, you didn’t know what to do so you just stayed there. You were so lost in thought that you were surprised when you felt warmth around your hands. You looked down and saw him holding your hands. It was so big and warm and so…comforting.

Baji held your hands tenderly trying to calm you down. Once he felt your hands stop trembling, he asked you softly. “You doing ok now?”

His deep voice was enough to ground you to reality and be at the moment. “Oh I’ll….I’ll be fine. Just trying to process everything really.” Seeing one of the said protectors of your village in action is a lot, add on the fact that you were just in grave danger it’s a lot to take in. And he understood that.

“Why don’t we head back to the camp and rest there for a while then?”

So that’s what you two did. Seated by the campfire while you both stare at the bonfire, both of you not really knowing how to break the ice. You decided and went for it though so blurted out “That was impressive.”

“What is?”

“You overpowering something thrice your size. Didn’t even had a chance against you, you just stepped on it like a small bug.”

“It’s technically our job to get rid of those guys fast and efficiently.”

“Was mincing it really necessary? I mean you destroyed it’s head surely it must’ve died by then.”

“It’s mostly just a precaution really. That thing found us quite near our camp so I didn’t wanna take any chances.”

“I see.” As soon as you said that silence overcame the two of you once again. It wasn’t a comfortable silence nor was it an awkward silence. Just silence.

Baji got tired of it though. He looked at his surroundings before letting out a grunt as he stands up. “Come on, I wanna show you something. It’s not far from here.” He said as he offered you a hand to help you up.

You let him lead the way. You two walked for about two to three minutes until you ended up in a grass field where he stopped in his tracks. Was this the place, there isn’t much to see around here.

Baji suddenly bolted and ran through the fields in different patterns. You looked at him incredulously wondering what the hell he was doing. Before you could ponder on what purpose of his running was, you suddenly see a trail of gold light following after him. It didn’t take long for you to realize “Fireflies!”

They looked oh so beautiful with the moonlit night. As beautiful as they are your attention was on something completely different. Seeing Baji jumping and hopping around somehow made your heart skip a beat. ‘I don’t know maybe it’s his handsome mug?’

“Hey! Come on run with me!” Didn’t have to tell you twice. For the next ten minutes all you two did was run around while also trying to catch fireflies and letting them go not long after. It’s a cute activity except when Baji started to catch them with his mouth asking if it makes him glow. Which you firmly said no and proceeded to scold him, except it happened more than once so now you’re chasing after him to free those poor fireflies.

You managed to tackle him down but when you looked at him there was nothing in his mouth anymore. So here you are lying on top of him. You blushed at your position and quickly got off him for you to then lie down beside him. He was still laughing from the experience doing his best to calm his laughter down. You two are now staring at the stars while lying down and surrounded by fireflies.

“Beautiful place isn’t it?”

“Yeah” you sighed in contentment

“The forest is a scary place. It’s full of dangers and predators ready to pounce on its prey. But at the same time it can also be beautiful. It’s little wonders like these that give life to the forest. What you experienced earlier is a terrifying experience, but I ask you not to let that incident define how you view this place after all, it is my home. And maybe…your grandmother’s too.”

You sat up from your position and turned to look at him. “Thank you.” You chuckled after saying that “How much did I thank you just for today?”

“Don’t know wasn’t really keeping count. Besides,” he sat up “nothing wrong with being grateful.”

“We should take our rest; we still have quite a lot of land to travel through tomorrow. Especially you, you just went berserk just earlier.”

“Are you kidding I could easily take one of those guys again right now with ease.”

“Don’t jinx us.”

“Hahaha my bad, my bad,”

Your two day trip was shortened to a day and a half. And now the village walls is in your view already.

“Woah! Thanks for the help and of course for escorting me all the way here.”

“Don’t sell yourself short. Managing to trek through these forests to the drop off point in only two days is commendable. You’re a Red Riding Hood for a good reason.”

“Oh come on you’re making me blush from those praise.” You muttered while holding your cheeks.

“Oh you got a thing for praises then?”

“What?”

“Huh?”

Baji cleared his throat and said “Well uh looks like we’ll be seeing each other quite often huh.”

“Oh yeah yeah.”

“Until next time then?”

“Of course!” you answered quite enthusiastically

“Save me some snacks for next time then!” he waved at you before disappearing in the forest.

A very interesting first day you must admit.

You’re currently at your home taking your rest until the next excursion in the forest. You’re gonna have to set a routine and a new lifestyle so you can get used to your new job. As you’re taking your rest, your mind started to wander to that wolf you just met. He’s very energetic but you had a feeling you haven’t gotten the full experience just yet.

Now that you think about it, was it normal for wolves to escort Red Riding Hoods? It would make sense since they’re carrying something that the wolves need but that doesn’t explain the continuous disappearances of them. Maybe it happens occasionally. When you were studying, you haven’t come across any accounts that states they’ve been escorted by a wolf before. The only explanation you could think of is that since wolves are private creatures they don’t want them talking about how they are. Well the best way to find answers is to ask someone who’s been a Red Riding Hood before.

“Who did what now?” the man in front of you asked, shock written all over his face.

“A wolf escorted me home and I was wondering if that were normal for us.”

“Y-you came across a wolf?” he asked still in disbelief. He then stood up instantly “Do you realize what this means?! No one has seen any of the wolves for decades now!” The man then started to mutter and spouting details you couldn’t really make out so you just slowly backed away. Well now you know it’s definitely not normal. He was probably just helping you out cause he was familiar with your grandmother…and the food, can’t forget about that.

After all that deliberation here you are again nearing the drop off point to of course drop off the crops and livestock. You’re sat beside a large tree near it taking a little bit of rest before travelling back home again. When you felt well rested enough, you reached for your bag to take off only to find out it’s not there. Well that’s worrisome, but said worries were set aside when you heard someone clear their throat from above you.

“Looking for this?~” Baji asked while holding out the bag as he sits on a tree branch.

“Baji! Come on give it back!” he lowered the bag to you but pulled it out of your reach went you went to grab for it which made you chuckle. You tried to grab it from him multiple times jumping up and down. “Hardi har har Baji, now give it back or else I won’t be able to give you your snacks.” You persuaded which surprisingly worked on him as he jumped down from the tree branch.

He held out the bag to you but went to a sprint before you could grab it. “Catch me first! Hahaha” run after him you did. You figured that he wasn’t running in his top speed as you were able to easily catch up to him. No way were you able to outrun a wolf and you weren’t exactly the fastest either. Just as you thought you were close to him, he jumped up and onto a tree.

He turned to you and held his hand out “Upsy daisy!”

That caught you off guard “I’m not exactly a tree climber.”

“Don’t worry I got you!” he smiled at you with that wide smile where his sharp canines were on display. With such a charming smile, you couldn’t bring yourself to say no so you took his outstretched hand. You were much surprised when he was able to lift you up with just one hand.

He then handed the bag to you and climbed up higher and reached his hand out again. “We’re going higher?”

“Yeah I wanna show you something”

“How will we get down?”

“I’ll carry you down.”

You gave this a thought if it would be a good idea. You concluded that seeing the forest from a bird’s eye view can be very helpful especially in travelling. “Alright then.”

The higher you two get, the tighter the grip you had on Baji. He couldn’t help but silently smile at the thought that you trusted him in such a situation. Not long after, you two were at the top of the tree where the view of the large dense forest came to greet you. “Wow!” you gawked at the view while Baji basked in viewing the wonder in your eyes. “Look! I can see a little glimpse of the village’s gate from here!” you exclaimed pointing at its direction.

“They are pretty tall.” He acknowledged

You continued to sightsee and take in the large display of trees. You were taken out of your attention when you heard howling. You turned to Baji whose back was on you. You saw his flattened ears on his head, so you adjusted yourself to look at him and confirmed that it’s him who’s howling. “What are you doing?” you asked curiously

He turned to you and gave you a smirk. And that view got you blushing, his smirk along with the wind blowing his hair back with the large forest as the backdrop. After giving you the reassuring smirk, he continued to howl towards the forest for a few more seconds before pausing, waiting for something. Suddenly you heard howling coming from different directions of the forest.

Baji barked out laughter when he heard them. “THOSE ARE MY PALS!” he declared proudly. “You wanna meet them someday?”

“Can I?!?!” you asked excitedly. The idea of getting to know more about him and his friendships excited you.

You realize that your spot right now is a nice place to eat. So you fetched the food that you prepared for him. You decided to cook two servings of stir fried noodles since you figured that this man most likely had a gigantic stomach judging by the fact with how he devoured your sandwich last time.

Baji being the ever vigilant wolf that he is, smelt the food you took out and quickly sat beside you waiting to be handed the delicious smelling food. You even caught a glimpse of his wagging tail.

You held out the container to him but quickly pulled it back as he went to grab for it laughing at his pouty face paired with droopy ears. “Payback time.” He went and grabbed for it again but you managed to swipe it away from his reach. He tried again and again until your entire arm was outstretched while he was leaning on you as he tried to reach the container. It didn’t take long for you two to realize that he was basically hugging you with both his hands stretched out to reach the container and you in between his arms.

Both of you were quick to separate and sat there a little embarrassed flushing at the thought of how close you two were. “Here” you placed the container on his lap.

“Th-thanks”

A few moments has passed and you heard him starting to eat. Baji thinks that it’s delicious! It even reminded him of a certain food he loves back home but his mind is currently at how close they were earlier. You felt warm he could cuddle you all day just stay in your arms basking in its warmth. “Do you like it?”

“Mmfff!” He answered while also nodding his head. “We have something similar back home too!”

“Glad you enjoyed it. So uh,” you looked down from the tree “How exactly are we gonna get down?”

“Hmm? Oh, I’ll just carry you down.” He offered you his back “Just hang on to me and I’ll do the climbing down.

You appreciated that he was willing to do something like that but the thought of hanging on his back at such a height makes you scared that you’ll accidentally let go of him.

Baji sensed the anxiety you were currently having and thought of something else. “Th-then how about hanging from my front then.”

“Huh?”

“You clearly didn’t like the first idea and this is the only alternative I can think of.”

That was quite a smooth move whether it was his intention or not didn’t matter. Nevertheless clinging or basically hugging him until you get down didn’t seem like a bad idea. And you like being in his arms from earlier.

“That’ll do then.”

“Alright! Come on over here then.” He opened his arms with a wide smile trying to hide his fluster.

As you two got into position, both of you couldn’t help but focus on the breathing that’s right next to your ears. You give a pretty tight hug too. He lifted your thighs and guided them to wrap around his waist. The position was admittedly quite suggestive but he didn’t have any complaints and as he’s observed it seemed to be ok with you too. “Hang on tight.” He said as he started his descent.

As he was descending, you couldn’t help but pay attention to the breathing and grunts coming from him. You felt shame for thinking such thoughts so you just focused on the wind in your hair as he jumps from branch to branch and in no time at all you’re both back to the ground.

Once your feet were on the ground, you leaned back from your embrace with Baji. You still had your arms on his shoulders and his hands on your waist with you two just looking at each other. You caught a movement from his head and saw a caterpillar on his hair which made you giggle.

“What?” he asked concerned if he somehow looked silly.

“Nothing you just got a friendly guy hanging on you.” You reached for the caterpillar and let it crawl to your hand. As you wait for it to get to your hand, you felt how soft Baji’s hair actually was. You only assumed when since it looked like it, but getting to feel it it’s even softer than you expected.

The whole time Baji was just admiring you since he didn’t usually get a close look at you so he’s making the most out of this situation. He watched you place said caterpillar on a nearby bush letting it go in its merry way.

After that little encounter, you both agreed to start your journey back to the village. And thus another delivery as a Red Riding Hood has finished.

The both of you developed a routine where every time you are to do your duties, he would meet you at the drop off point, eat whatever you had prepared for him, and then show you a part of the forest he believes you would like. He never failed to bring a smile on your face when touring you through the forest. Then he’ll be on his way when you’re near the village. You’ve had this steady lifestyle for months until one day…

You were waiting for Baji because you just know that he’s on his way to get his precious snack. Your relaxed stated was disrupted when you smelt something burning. ‘That’s not good’ you thought It definitely wasn’t the smell of burning bonfire. You immediately rushed towards the direction of the burning hoping that it wasn’t the start of a forest fire.

Arriving at the scene, you were relieved it wasn’t a forest fire, but that relief was short lived because what you saw was somehow just as bad. There Baji was holding down a beast which is burning. “BAJI?!”

Your call made him turn to look at you. The sight of you made him widen his eyes in surprise “Stay back! I’ll handle this!” he said as he smacked the beast with a flaming torch before jumping away. He grabbed you in a hug and hid behind a tree where you only heard the flames getting bigger before silence.

You tried to look behind the tree but Baji only tightened his hold on you. The sound of something blowing up then overwhelmed you as you buried you head in his chest. A few more moments after that, Baji then loosened his hold on you. Once again you tried looking behind the tree only to find ashes everywhere. Nothing in the surrounding seemed to be burnt; the only evidence of there being a fire was the ashes and a missing patch of grass.

Before Baji could say anything, you smacked him upside the head. “What were you thinking?!?! You could’ve started something disastrous doing something like that!”

“But I didn’t~” he said before letting out a nervous laugh.

You went up real close to his face and said “You better NOT do this again or no more snacks for you!”

“Yes ma’am!”

You sighed and decided to take his word on it for now. “What even drove you to burning that beast?” you asked rubbing your temples

When you looked at him, he was guiltily looking down at his lap his ears droopy too, a clear sign of his guilt “I was hungry.” He said while in a pout.

“Come again?”

“I was hungryyyy” he whined “I easily get riled up when I’m hungry. That beast just attacked me at the wrong time.”

You sighed again not wanting to explore the topic any further. You took out a handkerchief and proceeded to wipe at his face “Look at you, you’re covered in soot.”

“So are you.”

“You know a place where we can wash up?”

Baji was silent for a moment trying to think of any. After a few moments, his face lighted up “I remember, there’s a river near hear with a small waterfall. I remember taking a bath there once.”

“Let’s head there then. Besides, a meal is much better after a bath after all.”

It wasn’t that long of a walk until you two came about the river he was talking about. The water in the river was crystal clear and the breeze around the area was refreshing thanks to the waterfall. You dipped your hand in the water to gauge its temperature which was just right it’s cold enough to be refreshing but not too cold that you’ll freeze. Maybe a little dip won’t hurt.

Unbeknownst to you, while you were observing the river, Baji was already shedding his clothes and was now running towards the river taking a dive. Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard a splash near you. You instinctively tried to cover yourself from being splashed. It doesn’t take a genius to deduct what was the source of that splash. “Baji!”

Baji resurfaced from the water and pushed his hair back all while laughing at your reaction “My bad, my bad.”

“You have to be mindful of others…around…you…” you drawled out after seeing Baji’s shirtless figure. Thank goodness for the sun’s reflection on the water or you would’ve gotten a full frontal view.

“You like the view?” he said with a big smirk on his face while also raising his eyebrow fascinated at how you were ogling him.

You were quick to turn your back to him to prevent yourself from staring. “Wh-why yes, this river is wonderful.”

“Not exactly what I’m referring to.” He teased

“Oh would you just shut it.” You blurted out in frustration. You were flushing so hard right now; you can’t bring yourself to face him like this.

“Oh well, it’s your decision to not take a dip. I mean it would be a shame for you not to experience the very cool river.” He sarcastically said while swimming over to the waterfall and washing his hair thoroughly through it. “ Ahh~ feels like I’m washing my problems away.”

You tried your best to remain firm but you find yourself turning to look at him curious as to what he was doing. And the sight of him washing his hair underneath a waterfall was such an enticing sight that you wanted to join him right then and there, but you were still embarrassed. You haven’t been naked in front of anyone, but the thought of being naked in front of Baji didn’t really bother you, you just felt shy.

Baji finished washing his hair before turning to look at you again. When he saw you still rooted in place, he swam over to you. “Come on take a dip, the water’s great. And weren’t you the one who said that a meal is much better after a bath?”

Few moments has passed of you just pondering the situation before answering “T-turn around.”

“Huh?” he asked in disbelief

“I said turn around. Don’t really feel comfortable being watched while getting naked.”

“Oh, OH right right! Uhh ok!” you heard a few splashes before you turned around to make sure. And there he is, his back turned to you—goodness even his back is such an eye candy.

You quickly make work of your clothes before taking a dip. In Baji’s opinion, the sound of your clothes rustling is much worse for him instead of just outright watching you get naked. Imagination is a powerful yet troublesome thing.

The soft sound of the water rippling as you stepped into the water rang in Baji’s ears refraining himself to look at your direction. “You should give the waterfall a try. It’ll also speed up the process if need be.”

Step under the waterfall you did. And to quote what Baji said, it really does feel like all your worries were being washed away. Baji then went back to washing himself once he was sure that you were settled nicely. Him minding his own business was quickly thrown to the side when he heard you let out a squeal. He quickly turned to look at you and he low-key regretted it. The sight of you and your pretty figure with water running down your body was more than enough to rile him up even more. He wanted to pounce on you right then and there. He clenched both his hands and his jaw trying to maintain what little is left of his self-control. But try as he might, he can’t make himself to look away from you his eyes stayed glued to you and you only, he was starting to have tunnel vision.

That tree branch sure did surprise you, now you felt silly for reacting such a way. You brushed that little incident off and went back to washing yourself which was paused the instant you felt an intense gaze on you. You turned to look at Baji since he’s the only person you knew who could be looking at you.

“Eep!” you squealed—yet again—out of embarrassment, not wanting to see his reaction to how you look so you quickly swan to the other side of the waterfall where he couldn’t or vaguely see you.

The second squeal you let out was enough for him to break out of his aroused stupor. Now with only concern in his mind, he swam near the waterfall but didn’t cross it. “Hey you ok in there?”

“Y-yeah!”

“Why’d you squeal earlier then?”

“You were looking at me earlier and I was embarrassed!”

There was a pause from his side “S-sorry about that I didn’t mean to. I was just concerned. Are you ok by the way?” he asked. You can hear the worry laced in his voice, and he did apologize so you decided to let it go.

“O-o that I was just-uh” you paused a little embarrassed to admit “A branch brushed my leg and I was startled. N-nothing to be concerned about.”

“That’s good.”

There was a pause once again. You only stared at each other’s figure albeit being distorted from the waterfall between you. “You’re beautiful.” Baji blurted out

“Huh?” you blushed at the sudden confession.

“I’m sorry, you were so irresistible to me I couldn’t help but stare I-I…” you saw his figure hold his face in his hands as if in shame “You’re a grown woman, surely you have an idea on what I’m feeling right now.”

You didn’t really have any words, you were speechless. But that’s not to say you disliked the knowledge that he saw you that way. In fact, it excited you. You reached out your hand to his side and took hold of his hands which were still holding his face. “No need to feel ashamed, I’m flattered actually.” You said as you then cupped his cheeks “Besides, you weren’t the only one staring.”

That admittance caused Baji to tense up. The thought of you looking at him the same way as he was looking at you was enough to rile him up again only this time, you were only a step away from him with you touching him. Once again he clenched his fists and jaw to maintain what’s left of his self control “Stop that. You don’t know what you’re doing.” He said with a slight tremble at his voice due to him trying to keep himself in place.

“What if I do know what I’m doing?” right now at this moment, you wanted to be as close to him as possible let him hold you close and do whatever he wants.

You felt some sort of vibration on your hands on his cheek. Was he growling? “You sure know how to rile a man up.” You heard him say through clenched teeth.

You realized you’ve made him wait long enough. You pulled your hands away from him and stepped back further in the waterfall to make room for him. “Come on over, must be lonely out there on your own.”

At first Baji was worried that he scared you off when you pulled you hands away, but you inviting him over excited him even more that he just knows how dilated his pupils were. Good thing the water was above the waist too or you would’ve gotten a view of his tail wagging aggressively.

You watched as he slowly stepped through the waterfall between you and seeing him all wet with some of his hair sticking to his in his naked glory brought you to arousal already.

Baji could say the same too. The sight of you all wet shyly covering yourself out of shyness from him was too much for him that he ended up caging you between his arms and the wall.

You two were close, too close with just a few inches between you as he pinned you. And yet it wasn’t close enough to your liking so you decided to fix that yourself. You threw your arms around his neck and brought your lips together with his which he gladly reciprocated. You felt how he was still trying to be gentle on you so you decided to rile him up. In the middle of your kiss, you gave his lips a long lick making him suck said tongue in turn. He then went to focus on your lips again sucking and biting which made you moan. Said moan turned Baji on even more as he shoved you further into the wall and dove to your neck giving it a hard bite pulling yet again another moan from you. The bite was hard but not hard enough to break skin yet hard enough to leave a mark that’ll be there for days. He gave the bite mark a lick before trailing butterfly kisses from your neck all the way up to your ear.

“I should’ve warned you earlier.” He said kissing your ear “I bite” he then proceeded to nibble at your ear while his hands were now roaming all over you feeling you up.

You didn’t want to be the only receiving end, so you proceeded to feel him up as well. You hands going to places you’ve always been curious about. First being his hair. You ran your hands repeatedly through his hair feeling how soft it is despite being wet. The next is his back; you’ve wanted to feel it ever since you caught sight of it earlier. You traced your hands on every muscle you could feel on his back starting from his shoulder blades and lower. You couldn’t help but wonder what it’ll be like when he’s thrusting into you. Third is his ears. You’ve always wondered if they were sensitive since it always seem to react to the tiniest bit of sound that not even you could pick up. You gave it a tentative touch and watch it twitch. You played with it for a while until you felt Baji’s nibbling to go harder.

Baji pulled away from your ear and dove for your lips making out with you as you both felt each other up. You were indulging in Baji’s kisses too much that you didn’t notice his hands going for your chest until he started playing with you nipples, pinching and twisting it while also squeezing your breast from time to time. The whole time he was doing so, you’ve been whimpering at the sensation. Baji was quick to put your breasts into his mouth sucking and nipping. As he does so, you started to feel something hard between your legs.

Naturally, you went and grabbed for it giving him slow strokes which earned a growl from him. A very welcome surprise for you, so you gladly kept doing it while his bites on your chests grow harder and harder. Eventually, Baji had enough of it. He grabbed your hand that was busy and pinned it to the wall next to you as he buried his face to your neck. “Careful now.” He growled

“Careful of what? I’ll welcome anything you have to offer, Baji.”

He gave you a tender look before going to kiss you again. As he was kissing, his free hand snaked down to your private parts and began to rub at it. Your moans from the action were swallowed by Baji as he kept kissing you. “You’re quite wet already aren’t you.” He said in between kisses.

“You sure it’s not just the water?” you teased

“Why don’t we find out ourselves.” He said with his signature smirk while inserted a finger in you making you gasp in surprise which he took advantage of tasting every bit of you through the kiss. Baji started to pull his finger in and out of you feeling your very slippery walls.

“I don’t know, it seems to me that the wetness is from you not the river.”

You didn’t even bother to answer, only focusing the feeling of Baji’s finger in you. You waited in anticipation as a second finger went up in you pulling a loud moan from you.

“Was two fingers too much for you, babe?” he swirled his fingers in you that made you squirm against him. “How are you going to handle me then?”

“B-baji please!” you pleaded as you looked at him with glossy eyes.

Baji would’ve loved to tease you more, but the sight of you begging and being putty under his hands is the straw that broke the camel’s back. He pulled out his fingers from you and grabbed your legs to lift you up against the wall. While in this position, you can feel his tip rubbing against you. Baji not wanting a moment to go to waste, entered you waiting for you to signal him to enter more until he is fully sheathed within you.

For a while you two stayed like that, basking in this very intimate embrace until you get used to the feeling of him in you. Once you felt ready, you called out to him.

“Keisuke”

“Hmm?”

“Take me.”

Baji gave your lips a peck “Anything my lady wants.”

He then pulled out from you leaving only the tip before slamming back in you. The act caused you to moan and squirm against him spurring him on even more to do it again. The first few moments he gave you slow and heavy thrusts but over time his hips started to move faster and faster leaving you a moaning mess against him. You can hear him growling and snarling as kept thrusting into you bringing you bliss every time. Baji only seemed to get turned on even more as he make love to you. The combination your sounds the feeling of your body against him and the feeling of your insides was driving him over the edge.

He dove for the space between your neck and shoulders and bit you his primal instincts taking over. The feeling of him biting you caused you to grab hold of his hair as you clenched around him.

In turn, the feeling of you clenching around him and pulling his hair only caused him to bite even harder. The act making you clench around him again. And thus it became a cycle throughout your session with his thrusts only growing harder as you two came near your climax. All you could hear was his muffled grunting and growling against your neck, his mouth still occupied by biting you. Not long after the familiar feeling of climax came upon you.

“Keisuke please! I-I”

He paid no attention to your words as kept his pace steady already knowing what’s going on. It didn’t take long until he heard you moan out his name out loud and feeling you cream all over him. He paused for a bit letting you take a breather. He went for a kiss making out with you before continuing to thrust in you again. You let him have his way with you as he chased after his high. A minute or so has passed of him just thrusting up to you until you hear his stuttering moan before feeling him pull out and rubbing himself before shooting out his load. You mimicked his action from earlier and gave him a kiss after his orgasm.

He let you down from your position before pulling you into a hug which you gladly returned. Being in his embrace after such an intimate endeavour felt romantic for you for some reason.

“How are you?” he asked as he strokes your head with so much tenderness you just wanted to melt into him.

“Amazing. I don’t know how else to word it.”

“I wasn’t too rough on you was I?” he asked looking at your bit marks in concern.

You noticed where his gaze was before smiling at him. “I would’ve smacked you upside the head if I didn’t like anything what you were doing. And I told you I’ll take everything you had to offer.”

“That’s good to hear.” He sighed in relief before kissing you. Said kiss started off innocent but eventually grew in fervor where he was now nibbling at your lips.

“B-baji?”

He pulled away and asked you “I know it’s too much to ask of you, but can you handle one more for me?” while caressing your waist.

“H-huh? Already?!” you gaped at him in surprise

“I told you, you’re irresistible to me. And I’ll only do it If you’re ok with it.” He emphasized

You were tired and winded from your first round, but the thought of a second round only aroused you despite what your body feels. You were definitely lying to yourself if you told yourself you didn’t want more.

As an answer to him, you jumped up and wrapped your legs around him again which he swiftly caught. “I’ll be in your care.

Baji definitely lit up hearing your answer. He gave you a deep kiss and said “I promise I’ll take good care for you the whole time.”

And just like that you were once again overwhelmed by the sounds of waterfall, your moans and his grunts inside the shallow cavern from behind the waterfall.

Just as he promised, he took good care of you drying you off, and dressing you up before cuddling you in a soft patch of grass beneath the shade of a tree. His arms felt so warm around you that you couldn’t help but fall asleep.

When you awoke, you realize you were lying down on his lap. The view that greeted you was Baji eating his serving of stir fried noodles. He swallowed the food in his mouth before speaking “Hope you don’t mind me eating while you slept. After all that I got hungry.”

“It’s ok you don’t have to worry about it.” You said as you slowly sat up “Besides better that than waking up to you burning yet another beast. And whose fault was it I was this tired?” you teased

Baji only laughed at your teasing before holding your chin and guiding you to him to give you a kiss. “I’d gladly do all it again if I’m being totally honest.”

You looked at him and said “No one is exactly stopping you.”

He went near your ear and whispered “Is that an invitation?”

You playfully pushed him away “Not right now you doofus.” You said chuckling.

Baji scooped you into his arms and onto his lap hugging you tight “I just wanna gobble you up all day.” He said nuzzling his face on your neck before looking up and giving you another kiss. After having a taste of you he just couldn’t get enough. He wanted to go back for more and more. Baji’s feelings were translated into the kiss where he continued to deepen it while also beginning to nibble on your lips.

You knew where this was going you wanted more of him too, but unfortunately you decided against it tapping on his shoulder before pulling away saliva still connecting you both. You wiped your lips before speaking “Very tempting really, but we should rest. We still have the journey back.”

Baji’s face turned into a pout before burying his face in your neck again his droopy ear tickling your cheek. The sight was too adorable you couldn’t help but pet said soft looking ears. Baji hummed in content as his ears perked up again, taking pleasure in your attention. “Come on, Baji up we go. We still have to set up camp before nightfall.” You coerced while patting his back.

He let out a low whine before standing up picking you up with him which made you giggle while giving him a kiss on the cheek. Once your camp was set up, you two settled for the night, lying down next to each other. It didn’t take long before you’re all over each other again. Both of you agreed not to go further than kissing tonight, after all you still need energy to go home. Who knows how long you two were kissing until you both fell asleep in each other’s arms. Baji holding you close and you holding his fluffy tail.

As you enter the village gates, Akkun happily greeted you “Welcome back! I hope it’s been a safe jou- WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOU?!” he looked you over in concern

“What’s wrong?”

“Look at your neck! You’ve got bites on you! You have to go to a medic right away!” he frantically said while pushing you to a carriage that was supposed to drive you home.

Oh goodness gracious. Baji’s bite marks didn’t even occur to you. You stepped away from his pushy hands and tried to reason with him “C-calm down Akkun. This isn’t anything fatal; otherwise I would’ve been rushing here. It didn’t even break skin, look just bruised.”

Akkun only looked at you in disbelief “A-are you sure sure? Those look pretty gnarly. Might be safer to get it looked over.”

“I’ll be fiiine~ It’s just some troublesome creature that didn’t let go until he was satisfied.” You said looking back at you and Baji’s intimacy. He really didn’t let you go until he was satisfied. You only chuckled at the memory.

“Sorry if I’m a little bit pushy, but are you sureyou don’t want that looked over?”

“I’m sure. It’ll disappear in a few days.” You then remembered how hard Baji was biting you and concluded that a few days might be too short “…maybe.”

You opened the carriage door before turning to the knight “Thanks for the concern Akkun, but I’ll be fine.” You said before boarding.

“Take good care of yourself. I wouldn’t want the reason for a new Red Riding Hood to be appointed because the last one died.” He jokingly said before closing the carriage door and signalling the driver that everything’s ready.

Akkun watched as the vehicle went off still a little bit concerned. Just then a knight came near him and said “I sense that our little Red Riding Hood has been having fun in the forest.”

Akkun gawked at the statement before giving said knight a light punch to the stomach “Get your head out of the gutter, Makoto!” he scolded one of his subordinates.

“I don’t recall any creature that can give such a bite and not break skin.” A knight with glasses stated.

“Not you too, Yamagishi! Takuya help me out here!” Akkun turned to the person who seemed sane along with him in their little team.

Takuya only turned to him and shrugged “I’m somewhat of a biter myself and those looked familiar to me.”

Akkun gave up, these three can be stupid in their own way at times, even more stupid than Yamagishi.

Seasons come and go faster than we realize and before you knew it, winter is upon the land. Since winter is a very harsh weather for travel, Red Riding Hoods are only required to deliver supplies once a month. As much as you’re happy at the little break from your job, you can’t help but be sad too. Seeing Baji less brought your spirits a little down, but a job is a job and you must see through it if you wanna live comfortably.

So here you are the lone red in a backdrop of a harsh white, like blood in snow. It’s not supposed to be there. You hope that thought coming to your mind is not some kind of bad omen.

Sadly fate followed through with that omen. You being the only red thing among the snow, you are very noticeable and a winter beast has been eyeing you for a while now. You noticed that someone or something has been following you, but you assumed that it was just Baji, but when he didn’t turn up you figured that it wasn’t him and now you’re extra vigilant.

As much as you would’ve loved to run, doing so in such a situation can only provoke what’s been following you into chasing you so you did your best not to make any sudden moves.

You were too focused on not spurring whatever’s been following you that you didn’t notice that you’ve already arrived at your destination. You make quick work of locking in the supplies in the drop off point since you suspected that whatever is following you is after the food.

Just as you were locking up, you heard a loud roar which likely came from the beast that’s now making a beeline towards the place containing the food. You tried to jump out of its way but it was still able to reach you and pushed you out of the way quite harshly. You ended but getting scratched by its claws but at least you landed on the soft snow.

You looked at the beast trying to claw at the container, but failing to get it to open. You took that opportunity to run away and put some distance between you and it. The beast having found the container futile, decided to go after the running prey. Just as you think you have lost the beast, you heard it coming near you. So you continued to run away trying to think of a way to shake it off you tail. You were so lost in thought that you didn’t see the branches that you ran into it. You were quick to get up but wasn’t able to run away since your red cloak got caught. You tried to make quick work on it, but you noticed that the beast is gaining on you. You pulled as hard as you could to your cloak that when it was free you stumbled back and hit your head to a nearby tree.

Now feeling a little dizzy, your run was slowed and a little wobbly. You eventually ran into a dead end. The wall didn’t seem to be too high; you know it’s within your abilities to climb it. But with your dizzy state, you were seeing double and that climbing said wall can result to even more injury.

You looked back and saw the beast slowly coming towards you. All you could do was close your eyes and hope that it won’t be painful. And so you waited…

And waited…

Until warmth envelopes you. You didn’t know what’s going on but you welcomed said warmth. It reminded you of the warmth Baji provided whenever he held you close to him. Oh how you so badly wanted him to be here right now.

You opened your eyes and was greeted by red against white. It was the blood of the beast flowing down onto the snow. You processed that someone was holding you and you were greeted by the comforting dark locks and amber gaze of Baji. He looks at you in guilt as if blaming himself of what just happened. You couldn’t stand the look of him bearing the sins of a mindless beast.

You reached out your hand to cup his cheek and gave him a grateful smile. “Baji, thank you. You saved me you have nothing to be guilty about.”

Baji tightened his hold on you and kissed your forehead. “I know, I just felt responsible since you’re very special to me and I want to protect everything that’s special to me.” Baji leaned down and pecked your lips “You’re one of my treasures. I can’t bear to lose you.” He said his eyes on the verge of tears.

“And I’m still here thanks to you. You protected your treasure.” You returned his kiss before hugging him “Baji, I’m tired. Can I go to sleep?”

“Not yet, we have to get you looked over.” He said worry laced in his voice as he gently stroke your head as if trying to push your dizziness away.

“I’ll be in your care.”

You didn’t remember much that happened after. All you could recall was the cold wind against you as Baji rushed through the forest, the sight of a cave above you along with a lilac haired man with matching ears before everything went to black.

Once Baji is sure that you’re settled, he put on his coat and started to head out.

“Where do you think you’re going?” the guy tending your wounds asked.

“Don’t stop me, Mitsuya. That beast’s body is still intact; I’ll go finish it off.”

Mitsuya stood up from beside you and took hs coat. “No you won’t, I’ll handle it. You watch over your precious. She’d be more comforted if she saw a familiar face when she wakes up.”

Baji clenched his fist, his eyes full of vengeance. “I’ll destroy every bit of that beast. I’d make its soul suffer if I could.” He muttered in clenched teeth his rage leaking out.

Mitsuya knew that Baji being in this state will only be bad for him in the end, so he decided to slap some sense into him. Mitsuya grabbed hold of Baji’s face and made him turn to your sleeping state “Look at her! You want to leave her here just so you could satiate your hunger for revenge?! You already killed the thing, she’s already in a safe state now go take care of her. I’ll handle the beast’s body.”

The sight of your peaceful face was enough to soften Baji’s intense anger and admittedly he really didn’t want to leave you here. If he could he would stay with you forever to protect you from ever being harmed again.

Mitsuya sensed that Baji has calmed down and let go of his face. “I’ll be off now. Take care ok?”

Baji only gave out a nod before kneeling down next to you. Mitsuya smiled at the sight of this Baji not having seen it often. But he’s glad that he has someone special that he can be himself with. No wonder he’s been in a good mood lately. And like that he’s off to the forest to leave the two be.

Morning came, and you roused from your slumber taking comfort in the warmth next to you. It was so familiar that you’re sure that it was who you thought it was. You looked up and saw Baji’s sleeping face his hair cascading across his face that he looked to ethereal. You wish you could burn the image into your mind. He’s as handsome as ever. You lifted your hand and slowly pushed the stray hairs on his face to behind his ears, but the action caused him to stir awake.

You waited for him to open his eyes, before flashing him a big smile “Sorry for waking you.”

Baji stayed silent just looking at you before his eyes widened and sat up quickly and leaning on to you. “Y-you’re awake?! Are you feeling ok, you feel anything unusual, hungry, thirsty?” he bombarded you with questions in concern.

Before you could respond, he dove for the bag right next to him and pulled out a canteen and handed it to you. Now that you’re looking at it, you did felt thirsty so you gladly took it and took a big gulp sighing in relief after quenching you thirst. Baji took the canteen from you as you were finished and handed you a container filled with food which you gladly devoured.

Baji only watched you closely trying to see if there’s anything to be concerned about. So far, you’ve been fine but he couldn’t help but worry after yesterday’s display. “How’s the cut on your arm?”

“Hmm?” you swallowed the food still in your mouth and felt around the bandaged wound. “It feels just fine. It’s like it’s never been there in the first place.”

Baji smiled at the information and gently grabbed your arm. He started to remove the bandages causing you to pull your arm in surprise “What are you doing?”

“You’ll see.” He held out his hand waiting for you to place your arm there. You trust Baji so you gave your arm to him.

He continued to remove the bandage and you were expecting to see a nasty wound, but what greeted you was your clean smooth skin which caused you to stare at your arm incredulously. Baji chuckled at your surprised face finding it cute. “A friend of mine patched you up. He’s no medic, but he’s very well prepared for situations like these.” He explained while caressing your healed arm. “He had an ointment on him that medics back home created made from herbs found in the forest. With a forest so big, there are a lot of things unexplored.” He looked up at you “It would seem that your village hasn’t discovered such a thing just yet.”

“That’s amazing!” you said still looking at your completely healed arm.

“I’d teach you to make it if I could, but sadly medicine isn’t a field I’m very knowledgeable with.”

“Then how about your friend? I wish I could’ve met him too.”

Baji chuckled “He doesn’t know how to make it too. He only carries it around because the rest of us can be muscleheads sometimes.”

“Well I get to learn it someday.” You said leaning into him as he hugged you “It would be a great asset to our village.” The thought of your village made you realize something. “How long was I out?” you asked concern written in your eyes.

“You’ve been out for a day. Why, is something wrong?”

“I-I have to get back home quickly!” you said quickly standing causing your vision to swirl. You wobbled but Baji caught you.

“H-hey calm down. Why in such a rush?”

“I have to get home quick!”

“W-why you shouldn’t even be moving too much. The ointment may have healed you but your body is still recovering from healing external wounds. You can’t be out and about right now especially in this cold weather.”

The reminder of the season caused you to shiver, suddenly feeling the cold. Baji tightened his hug when he felt you shiver. “I have to go home.” You said

“That sounded like there was an ‘or else’ was supposed to follow it.”

“I have to go home or… or I’ll be declared dead.” Baji tensed at that statement.

Baji pulled away from you to look at you but still close enough to hold you. “You’ll be declared dead?” he stared at the distance trying to figure it out but came to no reasonable reason “Why?”

“Being a Red Riding Hood is a dangerous job. We’re aware of what we’re getting into. They have a rule set in place where once a Red Riding Hood has not returned in the designated time, they will be declared dead.” You looked at Baji to see his reaction and he is infuriated. You could see his jaw clenching and his body tense ever since you started to explain the situation.

“Why don’t they send out a search party to look for missing Red Riding Hoods? Surely some of them only got lost.”

“Think about it Baji, you yourself are very familiar with the dangers of the forest. Do you think that those who went missing only got lost?”

“Then how about your grandmother, do you believe she’s dead too just because people who are too lazy to look for them declared that they’re dead?” he raised his voice which caused you to flinch a bit. He reached for your hand and you let him “I’m sorry, but you yourself have experienced the loss of someone out here. You still have hope to find your grandmother remember?” he reassured recalling one of your first conversations.

The rule has always been stupid in your eyes, but after years of studying of being a Red Riding Hood, they must have somehow buried that thought deep in you. Brainwashing you into thinking that said rule is a reasonable one. But thinking about it more, said rule is the reason you’re not with your grandmother anymore.

Too much emotion was going through you that you held on to Baji for comfort. In fact, it was too comforting that you ended up falling asleep in his arms. Baji gave the crown of your head a kiss before laying you back down and letting you rest. You need all the rest you can get because he just knows that you’ll insist on getting home once you wake up. He might even just carry you all the way there.

By the time you woke up, it was already evening. You smelled something good and saw Baji roasting something over the fire.

“Well rested?” he asked when he noticed you sit up.

“Like I could run a marathon!”

Baji sweatdropped and tried to reason “M-maybe not to that extent.”

“Well I technically have to run for a long time until I get home.”

“No need for that, I’ll just carry you. You can just enjoy the ride.” He said with a smirk no doubt confident in his abilities.

You chuckled at him “You know, when you say it like that something else comes to my mind you know.” You said blush slowly forming on your cheeks.

There was a slight pause as Baji processed what you just said just staring at you with wide eyes. He then smirked and said “There you are again riling me up.”

“Do you not like it?” you asked teasingly returning the smirk

“Never said such a thing.” He said as he took out whatever he was roasting off the fire.

You stood up and walked over to him not playing around. You lifted your leg over him and sat on his lap facing him. “Getting bold now are we.” He said his smirk growing bigger anticipating what will happen next.

“Are you still taking me for a ride?” you felt up his chest lacing your voice with a sultry tone trying to get him in the mood.

Baji placed his hands at your waist caressing it and occasionally wandering down to your butt. “In what context.” He teased

“You know…ride you.” You went close to him and gave his lips a kitten lick.

“I’m gonna need you to be more specific, darling.” He said before diving into your neck licking you there before giving you the first hickey of the night while also giving your butt a light smack.

“Please Baji! If you don’t take me right now I won’t be feeding you for the next month!”

“You treat me as if I’m some food motivated animal.” He said kissing you

“You sure act like it sometimes.” You responded in between his kisses.

Baji pulled away and looked at you with very dilated pupils. “Oh really? Then…” he lifted you up from where he was sitting and laid you down on your makeshift bed in the cave. “how about I eat you up. You’ll be my delicious meal for tonight.”

He went in to kiss you and took comfort of his tongue intertwined with yours. He indulged himself on your lips for a few more minutes before working to undress you and himself. Not long after, you two were passionately making out in the nude his hair cascading around you acting as sort of like a curtain, your only privacy.

Baji then slowly trailed kisses down to your neck where he placed a few more hickeys before proceeding to your chest. He took hold of it appreciating the feel of it against his hands before suckling on your nipples alternating between the two. After a few bite marks were given to your chest, he gave your tummy kisses.

You gasped when you felt Baji’s breath near your private parts. He adjusted himself and made room to slowly spread your legs. Guess you really were is meal, he looked starved when he caught sight of your glistening folds. Baji sat up and took a hair tie from his clothes and tied his hair back “Gotta make sure nothing gets in the way of my feast.” He placed your legs over his shoulders, held you down and gave your thighs a few bite marks.

Moans came out of your mouth as you felt his tongue give you a long lick tasting. Oh how he loved hearing those sounds knowing that he was the one to cause those. Baji gave her repeated licks savouring the taste of her burning it to his mind because he couldn’t get enough of it.

Baji was relentless, his tongue overwhelming you with sensations completely new to you. His pliant tongue a completely different experience from his thrusts back when you two were behind that waterfall. He was precise and you felt him everywhere, well it felt like it because the feel of him is the only thing you could feel and focus on.

After spending a while tasting your wetness, indulging himself in your taste. He figured he has tasted you enough that he should pay attention to your needs now. But you’d have to disagree as just his curious exploring was pleasurable as it is. Baji went to look for that bundle of nerves, and as soon as he came in contact with it, he felt you squirm away. Baji took hold of your legs on his shoulders and pulled you back and pinning you down. Now you’re a squirming and moaning mess underneath the mercy of his tongue. The stimulation was too much as you tried to squirm away once again but his tight grip on you prevented you from moving even a single inch from him.

The cave you two were in was filled with your moans and his slurping echoing across it which brought you an ounce of embarrassment and arousal. Just hearing those sounds excited you more, there’s something primalin the act of doing it in a cave, the thought bringing you excitement.

You felt around you trying to look for leverage to hold on to ground yourself from these sensations, but you settled at grabbing his hair and pulling occasionally. Since you couldn’t do anything but receive Baji’s actions, you were curious as to what he looked like and so you propped yourself on your elbows and peeked. What greeted you were Baji’s amber eyes staring at you intensely. The sight of Baji staring at you as he ate you out caused more wetness to gush out of you thoroughly aroused at the thought that he’s been watching you from the start.

Baji has been watching you, anticipating every single reaction he pulls out from you. He must know everything about you and how like to be pleasured, learning every single thing that brings you pleasure and excitement and exploiting them. Maybe even take advantage of it for the next time you get intimate. Everything about you just drives him crazy. He was in a daze he couldn’t stop and before he knew it a loud moan greeted his ears as fluids gushed out from you. He licked off every single drop off you clean before sitting up and licking his lips. He admired you and your limp and heavy breathing form, taking pride at his work.

As you were trying to catch your breath, you felt Baji lean over your figure and placed a kiss on your lips. Soon you felt something prodding at your entrance, but not right now. Not just yet. You sat up and pushed Baji into a sitting position with you leaning close to his face.

“That can wait. I have a different plan for now.” You said as you reached your hand behind his head and pulled his hair tie off his hair. You showed the object to Baji before using it to tie your hair back “Gotta make sure nothing gets in the way.” You quoted Baji from earlier which earned a chuckle from him.

You started to mimic how he went down on you. First kissing his neck and also leaving your little hickey before going down to his chest licking and tasting him. You took your time at his abdomen admiring it while also teasing him making him think that you’ll finally go down on him only to lick upwards again. You gave in after hearing him growl. You looked at him and his size seemed to lean on the bigger side. You weren’t sure if you could take all of him in your mouth, but might as well try.

You gave his tip a kiss and a lick before putting it in your mouth, swirling your tongue around just his tip. Trying to tease him more, you licked from the base of his cock all the way up slowly and flicking your tongue as you got to the tip. That seemed to be what caused Baji to snap. He grabbed you by the hair and shoved himself in your mouth. You giggled at his desperation before you started bobbing your head up and down your tongue still working in action.

Baji moaned loudly, throwing his head back as he indulged in the feeling of your mouth sucking him off. But he wasn’t one to pass up the sight of you and your face stuffed with his cock. He looked down and the sight almost made him come. He would’ve been done for if you were looking at him. Baji was quick to pull you away from him and kissing you. All the while kissing you, he pushed you down and hovered over you just appreciating in your beauty.

You could never tire of the view you have above you right now. Dishevelled hair around you both, his glistening lips, and the warm light of the bonfire made him appear even more sexier. It’s like everything around you was adjusting to you and Baji. Nothing else mattered except this moment between you two.

“Be a good girl for me and lie on your stomach, would you.”

Anything for him. You repositioned yourself and waited for Baji to make a move. You felt him kiss the small of your back his loose hair tickling you and made you squirm a little causing your butt to brush up to something hard.

Baji chuckled “Eager now, are we.” Ah, looks like he mistook it. No matter, you’ll both feel good later on anyway.

Baji’s hands explored your smooth back appreciating the feel of it against his hands and how you react to his every single touch whether it be a slight twitch or a whimper out of you, it excites him even more.

He leaned down to your ear “You ready?”

Once he saw you nod in response, he bit at your neck whilst inserting himself inside you. The feeling of each other’s closeness had you two letting out hot breaths, calming yourselves and letting you adjust to him. When you gave him the go ahead, he started ramming his hips into you. He couldn’t help himself from ravaging you, he’s been holding himself back ever since from the start.

You felt him lean down and felt his chest come into contact with your back as he continued to thrust into you. His pace started to quicken even more so you grabbed the nearest thing to you as leverage which happened to be Baji’s coat.

As soon as he saw you clutching at his coat, it sent him into overdrive standing on his knees and elevating your hips and holding your head down. He gave your butt a few smacks then proceeding to drive his hips into you once again. Baji pulled your hair up causing you to be on all fours.

“Look at you taking me so well.” He moaned out biting your neck once again “This is the third time I’ve been in you, right? You took me so well all times. Made me feel real good I couldn’t stop thinking about you after that.” He said between grunts.

Just as he said those words, he felt you clench at him “A-ahn~ you r-really do like praises huh.”

“You remember that? When I brought you back for the first time. You liked it when I sang you praises. Guess it carries over here too huh. Agh!” your insides clenched at him again. He grabbed your chin and made you face him “Driving me crazy here.” He kissed your lips tongue never failing to explore you.

After a few minutes of you two going at it, you eventually arrived at your climax which had you plop down on the makeshift bed ass still up. Baji rubbed himself a few more times before covering your back in white letting out a sigh of satisfaction.

Your back covered in his cum aroused him again; it makes him want to cover you with even more. But he knows he can’t, you still have to rest for tomorrow’s journey. He leaned down at your shoulder and bit down as his last ditch effort to satiate his current hunger, but sadly it only turned him on even more as he heard you moan in response to his bite.

You can tell that Baji is still raring to go but is holding himself back. “Keisuke,” you called in a breathy voice still trying to catch your breath “What’s stopping you?”

“Tomorrow, you need rest for tomorrow.” He kissed you again finding your dazed look to be irresistible.

“I thought you offered to carry me all the way home.” You teased

“I did say that.”

“And speaking of rides,” You sat up and sat on his lap, your cunt sliding against his already semi hard cock “I haven’t gotten my ride for tonight.”

Baji relented, grabbing your waist and guiding you to hover over his cock. “Do as you please.” He said with a smirk licking your collarbone.

Slowly, you sank yourself onto him with Baji’s arms stiff on your waist restraining himself from just slamming you down on him. It’s your ride, you do as you please. But goodness you sure are a good way to train his self-control because you keep testing him. By the time he’s fully in you, you caught sight of his knitted brows and a few droplets of sweat on his forehead.

You decide to spare him and slowly bounced yourself on him with Baji groaning in pleasure in response. You felt his hand on your waist go tighter. You can tell that he wants more, but you decide to just go at your pace going slowly. You low-key anticipate the impending rough treatment of you when he gets fed up with your ‘teasing’.

It didn’t take long before he’s biting on your neck and is now the one bouncing you on his cock. Baji laid on his back and continued to thrust up into you. You were glad he took initiative in this situation because you weren’t sure if your thighs could hold you up any longer considering his treatment of you in your first round.

Soon enough, you billowed out a moan your body twitching ever so slightly before collapsing on his chest. Baji pulled out of you and closed your thighs together and thrusted in there instead. The feeling of your soft lower lips and thighs rubbing him was what brought him to his second climax of the night. He felt you slowly dozing off on him. He pulled the blanket over the two of you before repositioning you into a much more comfortable sleeping position. He made sure to clean up the both of you before going to sleep himself.

You were woken up with Baji shaking you. When you woke up you were already dressed. “Time to go.”

You yawned and stretched before getting up preparing to leave. Travelling through the forest on a wolf’s perspective is a very new experience. You can’t help but close your eyes in bliss as you felt the wind in your hair blowing against you from the speed Baji was running. You vaguely remember this feeling when you were still injured after he saved you from the beast. You’re just happy you get to experience it again more clearly.

Baji suddenly came to a stop and when you looked ahead there are the gates of your village. On a normal circumstance you’d be happy at the sight of your home, but right now you’re only filled with dread. The gate lock was adorned with a red ribbon.

You hopped off Baji and approached said ribbon. “We’re too late.”

“What?! But you still have the rest of the day to return!”

“I know. They sure are quick to claim my death. Guess that’s that then.”

“You’re just gonna let them do that?!”

“Baji, once the ribbon is set there’s no way they’ll let me in anymore. It’s another one of those stupid rules. I’m not welcome here anymore.”

After all the work you did for them, they’re gonna dispose of you just like that??? Hell no, fuck those bastards, you’re not going back there. “You still have another place you’re welcome to go home to.”

Baji held his hand out to you “Come home with me. You’re more than welcome there. The pack would love you!”

You immediately took his hand. “If I’m being totally honest, I would prefer to be with you rather than stay in a place where not a lot cares about me. I missed you a lot when I couldn’t see you.”

Baji pulled you in for a hug and kissed you. “You’ve always been in my mind too. Now we don’t have to be apart anymore. We can be together whenever we want, wherever we want.”

“Let’s go to your home then.”

“Our home.” He corrected

“Yes, our home.”

And with that the two of you ran into the forest ready to start a new chapter in your lives where a new companion is by their side.

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quindolyn · 4 years ago

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hi hi i have a req- remus and/or sirius where the reader has like bigger boobs w like stretch marks and stuff (bc theyre natural!!) and shes insecure ab them so the boy(s) make her feel better

Stripes || Wolfstar

A/N: I am not particularly fond of this piece all that much but it is what it is. I tried not to mention breast size too much because I know not everyone has big tits and I want as many people as possible to resonate with my work. Tits of all shapes and sizes can have stretch marks, they are completely natural and beautiful.

Warnings: smoking, it's not too too smutty I'd call it more fluffy smut, tit sucking, mentions of love bites, all acts are consensual and there is an established safe word

Word Count: 1,928

“We could go again,” Sirius offers as he lights his cigarette, leaning up against the headboard, guiding the fag to his lips he inhales deeply and you can’t help but be mesmerized as you watch his lips wrap around it.

Pink and soft, they're swollen from the night's previous activities, thinking about how they got that way sends a shiver down your spine, do yours look the same? Exhaling, you watch the smoke curl out his nose before dissipating into the air.

“Don’t know Pads, you think you could get it up again?” Remus stretches to reach his wand on the bedside table quickly and silently spelling you all clean.

Grey eyes flash with annoyance as he lifts the cigarette back up to his lips, though you must’ve watched him smoke hundreds of times you still can’t manage to tear your eyes away.

Maybe it's the way his fingers manipulate the small object as he plays with it absentmindedly that draws you in, the joints and muscles in his hand shifting under pale skin which looks almost as soft as it actually is.

Every now and again he’ll catch you staring at him, like now for example. His eyes flicker downwards finding your optics already fixed on him, “You want a hit Princess?” He raises his eyebrow, gesturing with the hand holding the smoke.

You nod your head, it’s not every day you’re included in their little smoke breaks post coitus, “Please.”

“Please,” Sirius mocks you as he leans down to hold the cigarette to your lips. You barely have the chance to taste the tobacco before it's being pulled away, this time to your right where Remus takes his time enjoying his smoke.

You can’t help but whine as it departs your lips and you’re met by the shit eating grin on Sirius’ face, clearly taking pleasure in teasing you so mercilessly.

“No whining Princess, smoking isn’t good for pretty girls is it?” Letting his hand cup the side of your face his thumb runs along the soft cushion of your bottom lip, applying just enough pressure to tease you.

In your peripheral vision you catch the cig being handed over your head, exchanging between the two boys as you nod your head once more.

“Good girl,” He coos, before taking another hit.

As the smoke leaves his nostrils he’s dipping down to find your lips. He tastes of smoke and something about it coming from his lips makes it all the more sweet, it’s probably better than the real thing.

It’s intensified as his tongue delves into your mouth, you can practically feel the smoke in your lungs, you’ve never been a match for him and simply let your tongue be manipulated by his before he pulls back, connecting the two of you with a strand of saliva that when it breaks falls onto the side of your face.

“Messy girl,” He murmurs, smug smirk on his lips, as he wipes away the mess, in reality his efforts only work to smear the spit on your cheek rather than clean it up.

“So what do you think baby?” Remus asks, sitting up and pulling you with him so you’re both upright, “You wanna try and go again?”

“I don’t know Rem, you think Siri can get it back up or is my wrist gonna cramp trying to get him hard?”

“You two are cruel,” No matter how hard he tries to hide it you can see the slight smile pulling upwards at his lips, “You’re even hiding your titties from me, mean.”

He gestures towards your chest, he’s right, you’d subconsciously clutched the sheet to your chest, crossing your arms to keep it in place and your breasts covered.

Heat rushes to your cheeks as the realization dawns upon you, it wasn’t that you were intentionally guarding them from either boy but you realize that that is how it looks.

“No it's not that Siri I just, I usually keep them covered. They’re… they’re… “ You stumble over your words, only increasing your embarrassment.

“They’re what puppy?” Remus asks, lightly brushing your hair behind your ear so that he has access to your temple, smearing his lips across the soft skin.

“I don’t know,” As you grow shy your voice drops to a mere mumble, “They’ve got all sorts of marks on them.”

This proves worrisome enough for Sirius to set down his fag, letting it sit in the ashtray on the nightstand.

“You mean stretch marks Princess?”

You try your best not to cringe at those words, stretch marks. It's not a dirty word, somewhere inside you, you know that but that has never stopped you from being insecure by them. Deliberately choosing tops that side the ones that sprout from the tops, near your under arm before traveling down the curvature of your tit. Making sure your lingerie always has some sort of extra covering where they’re most visible.

You feel Remus’ hold on you tighten from behind at your pained silence, it's telling enough.

“Just don’t like them.”

Your words have Sirius climbing closer to you, throwing your legs around his hips so the two of you can sit face to face while Remus holds you from behind.

“May we see them, Puppy?” Remus’ elegant fingertips dance along the top of the sheet which resides just a few inches below your collarbone. You shiver at his dainty touch, his fingers are light as feathers, slowly coaxing you into trusting them with this.

“It’s okay,” Sirius’ hand delicately grasps your knee over the soft sheet, “Wanna see our pretty girls but it's alright if you need a moment puppy.”

“No, s’okay.”

Sirius gives you a small smile that only grows as you drop the sheet, letting it pool at your waist.

He spares you a glance before slowly extending his arm, giving you time to tell him to stop or pull the sheet back up, and even though you want to do both those things and more you love Siri. You love Rem. And you know that they’ll be gentle and patient with you.

So instead you steel yourself for his touch relaxing as you feel Remus’ sizable hands wrap around your waist, resting on your tummy.

Your shoulders bunch back up as the tips of Sirius’ fingers, nails having been painted black just a few hours ago. His touch is steady as he finds a particularly predominant mark tracing along the curve of your tit.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous (Y/N), can’t believe I get to touch you.”

“You’re silly Siri.”

“Not silly, you’re just fucking breathtaking. You got the nicest tits.”

“Just all marked up,” You shrug your shoulders, Remus takes the opportunity to smooth his chapped lips along your joint.

“No,” Remus contradicts, “They’re marked up when we sink our teeth into them and leave pretty bruises all over them,” His hands travel from your waist to explore your tit before stopping on the top of your left one where he remembers having sucked rather fervently just an hour before, “Like right here.”

His pressing down on the flesh pulls a squeak from you as a shock of pain shoots up your spine, leaving your body tingly and the specific spot where his fingers rest pulsing.

“These,” He continues, dragging his fingers over the small indents in your skin, “Are your stripes.”

Sirius leans down, capturing your nipple in his mouth as his hands go to support the weight of your breast. The angle’s a bit awkward but it seems to do little, if anything, to discourage him.

Gently capturing your nipple with his teeth he sucks harder, nuzzling at your chest as he does so. The pleasure that you derive from such a simple act has your head falling back onto the solidity of Remus’ shoulder, pulling whimpers from your throat as you jutt your chest out.

“So fucking good,” Sirius growls as he regretably lets go of your titty, “Pretty nipples,” He accentuates his point by twisting them each between his fingers, “Pretty stripes.”

Leaning down he drags his tongue along one of your stretch marks, beginning in the valley between your breasts before extending upwards.

“They’re completely natural, Puppy,” Remus’ voice is subdued as he runs his hands up and down your waist, “Lots of people have them on their tits, Siri and I have them in other places too.”

“S different on you , Remmy,” You try to explain, “You two are perfect.”

“Does it bother you when we see them during sex baby?” He asks with genuine curiosity in his voice, the thought of making you uncomfortable when you’re so open and vulnerable leaving his stomach twisting.

“Not always, no,” He remains silent, urging you to continue, “You make me feel beautiful Rem, both of you, I just can’t help but not like them, don’t like the way they look, or the way they feel.”

You hear him suck in a deep breath and you can practically hear the gears in his mind turning as he contemplates just what to say.

His hands move to hold both sides of your face in his palms as his forehead falls to rest against yours.

“Let us show you how beautiful your tits are, will you let us do that?”

“You don’t have to-”

Sirius cuts you off, releasing your tit from his mouth, “We want to (Y/N), let us,” He dips his head back down, delicately kissing the top of one of your breasts, “Please.”

He murmurs the simple, one syllable, word against your skin, the sensation sending shivers through your body. He rolls your hardened nipples between his fingers, it's nearly enough to have you mewling as you kneel at his feet. Maybe another time.

Before you can register what’s happening, strong hands are softly pushing you back so that you’re laying down on the bed.

You feel the steady weight of your breasts bouncing on your chest before they’re being grasped by hands that just by touch you recognize as Remus’. His thumbs run along the insides of your breasts where more faded lines reside, creating swirling patterns that Remus seems to thoroughly enjoy.

“You know why you got these right?” Sirius questions, raising his brow.

You shake your head.

“Because you got big fucking tits Princess, look at them!” Smoothly he replaces Remus’ hands with his own, letting their weight settle in his hands, “Bigger than my hands, bigger than Rem’s, they’re fucking gorgeous.”

He drops onto his bum as he reaches over you to pick up his fag, raising it to his lips as his eyes fixate on your bare tits, a wicked smirk on his lips. Instead of feeling uncomfortable under his eyes the feeling is something equivalent to the sun’s rays shining on you, warming you all the way down to your core.

You can’t help but smile at the sincerity in his voice, the absolution with which he speaks pulling at your heart strings. How did you get so lucky as to deserve his love? Though he’s not as chatty you know Remus believes every word out of Sirius’ mouth, tenderly he takes your hand in his, absentmindedly playing with your fingers while your two hands rest in his lap.

“It’s just hard to believe you guys sometimes, m’your girlfriend, you gotta be nice to me.”

Gently Remus guides your hand to his crotch, you’re met by his aching cock which you’re just now realizing is standing fully erect, aching, weeping red tip smearing precum against his lean belly.

“Believe us now?”

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Cherubim

In which Harry isn’t all that grumpy anymore, and y/n is his heaven on Earth. Part 2.

Ophanim - (part 1)

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When Harry wakes up, there’s a heavy weight on his chest.

He initially assumes that it’s Luna, his little kitty who has a special affinity for climbing onto him for a cuddle when he’s asleep. But whatever that’s resting on his chest right now is much larger than his petite kitten. And it doesn’t have his cat’s familiar smell.

No, this object smells sweeter; like springtime and flowers.

His eyes blink open, squinting against the illuminating sunlight as he tilts his head to look down at whatever’s on top of him. He’s greeted with the soft sight of y/n snuggled into his side, with her uninjured wing curled around his waist. Delicate feathers drape over his torso like a blanket— as if she were trying to shield him while they slept.

His arm instinctively pulls her closer, wrapping around her back so that she’s encased in his hold. Her head is resting on his chest, gently rising and falling with the steady rhythm of his breathing, and her eyes are fluttered shut, wrapping her mind in a gentle dreamland.

She’s dreaming of fluffy clouds and sparkling sunshine, cherub angels and celestial skies. The strong arm that’s wrapped around her makes her feel safe (something she hasn’t been feeling since she’d ventured down to Earth all by herself) and a fluttery feeling bubbles in her tummy. Her heart is warm with love and comfort and peace, completely relaxed and protected in his hold.

He’s relieved to see that her lashes are now free from tears and that the furrow in her eyebrow has entirely disappeared. Instead her nose gives gentle twitches as she takes deep, steady breaths, mimicking that of a sniffly little bunny. Her lips are cutely pursed out, naturally full and rounded in a heart shape that even cupid himself would be envious of.

She looks peaceful and angelic — calm and relaxed.

Unconsciously, she shuffles closer to Harry, breathing him in and intertwining her legs with his. He wonders if she can hear his heart fluttering inside his chest.

His fingertips run up and down her back gently, tickling at her skin as to softly coax her awake. She flutters her wings in response, letting out a sweet little sleepy whine and nestling her head deeper into his chest. Her cheek rubs against the material of his shirt, nose burrowed against the fabric.

“Sweetheart...” he murmurs, deep voice rumbling through his chest, “s’time to wake up.”

She whines again, hiding her face in his neck and bringing her delicate wing up to shield her face from the bright morning light, her nose softly rubbing against the skin of his throat.

“C’mon, open those pretty eyes for me.”

She peeks an eye out from underneath her wing, blearily fluttering her lashes open as they adjust to the light, and slowly pulls it away from her face. Blinking around the room, she tries to remember how she’d ended up in this strange bed instead of her own little cottage. She looks rather kittenish, Harry thinks, with her drowsy eyes and pouty lips, holding almost the same expression as Luna whenever she wakes up from one of her midday naps.

Looking down at Harry with her sleepy little eyes, she realizes that she’d practically been sleeping on top of him, her body flush against his and his hand still grazing her lower back. She’s overcome with a bashful flush, but Harry just lies underneath her with an amused smirk.

“G’morning,” he softly says.

She sniffles cutely. “Hi, Harry.”

“Are you feeling better?” he asks, hands coming up to rub her arms.

She gives him a sleepy nod.

“Does your wing hurt?”

Her head shakes no, messy hair brushing against her face.

“Can I get you anything?”

Just as she’s about to shake her head again, her tummy lets out a loud grumble. He giggles, “Are y’hungry?”

She gives a shy nod, sheepishly looking away.

“Okay, m’gonna make us some breakfast. If y’want to use my bathroom y’can. Just meet me in the kitchen in 10 minutes.”

She sleepily nods her head at him again, knuckles coming up to harshly rub the sleepiness away from her eyes. He grabs her wrist and pulls the fist away so that she’s looking at him. “Okay?” he confirms.

“M’kay, Harry.”

She flops back down onto the bed once he leaves the room.

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By the time y/n is finally able to drag herself from Harry’s warm bed, the 10 minutes he had given her has turned into 20.

She hauls herself out of his bed, immediately missing the way his warm comforter had wrapped around her entire body, how his pillows had smelt just like his chocolate hair. All she wants to do is burrow her nose into the pillow he’d been sleeping on and fall back asleep — but she thinks delaying him for 30 minutes would be pushing it.

Shuffling her way into his bathroom, the first thing that catches her eye is the sight of her wings. She’d been a bit worried about the state of her wings, scared that they might have become permanently mangled and disfigured; but her wings look relatively normal as she stares at them in the mirror. The only thing different is the single, golden scar.

The image of the scar has her flashing back to the night before, recalling how Harry had tended to her so gently— as if she were fine china. His voice had been hushed, as if he were afraid she’d break in his hold, and his willow eyes never left her, his attention to her completely unbreaking. She remembers how he’d stood between her legs and tended to her wounds, how he’d held her in his lap as he cut himself with the lightning dagger, how he’d made her feel safe and warm and taken care of.

He’d been so attentive to her, treated her so carefully. It baffles her how the sweet angel who’d saved her last night was the same grumpy angel she’d met all those weeks ago.

She briskly washes her sleepy eyes and tired face, splashing water on her skin to revive it as much as she can. She sees his pink toothbrush sitting in a cup right next to the faucet and briefly searches until she finds the accompanying toothpaste in a drawer to her left. Smearing just a dollop onto her finger, she swipes over her teeth to get rid of that yucky morning staleness, and rinses with a quick swish of water.

With a fresh sense of awakeness, she softly pads her way to his kitchen, the scent of something sweet and buttery wafting through the air.

She’s only slightly startled when she feels something fuzzy graze her legs, stopping in her tracks to find a sweet little kitty trailing her.

“Oh, hi!” she murmurs, crouching down to pet the cat’s head, “what’s your name?”

“That’s Luna,” Harry’s voice calls out, startling y/n even more. Kneeling down next to where y/n’s crouched down, he strokes his palm against Luna’s back, “Y’have to be careful with her. If she gets too much attention she’ll never leave you alone.”

Y/n giggles at this, admiring the contrast between Harry’s tattooed, manly hands and the precious kitten’s delicate frame. Her black fur clashes against his pure white aura, yet she looks so incredibly small and pure with Harry’s large palm blanketing over her back. He picks Luna up with a gentle grip, cradling her close to his chest as he coos down at her, “you just love attention, don’t you baby?”

As he walks over to the kitchen island and puts Luna down in front of her little food bowl, a high pitched ding! comes from somewhere in the kitchen. He tries to contain his laugh at the way y/n jumps at the sound, recalling a time when he was just as unfamiliar with the strange human technologies. The poor thing doesn’t know what a toaster oven sounds like.

She watches as Harry pulls some weird looking pieces of circular bread out of the miniature oven, grid lines and grooves all over the surface of the golden treat. He beckons her over to where he’s plating them with a nod of his head, setting the plate in front of her when she takes a seat at the island.

“This is a waffle.”

“A waffle?” She sounds it out, testing the word on her tongue. A funny name for a funny food, she thinks.

She picks the waffle up, holding it with her two hands and bringing it up to her mouth; but Harry stops her just as she’s about to take a bite.

“Ah, ah— not like that,” he corrects her, “you need syrup.”

“Syrup?”

He nods, opening up the lid of a glass bottle with the words “Maple Syrup” printed on it in large lettering. “Straight from Canada,” he says as he pours a heaping drizzle of the thick liquid onto the waffles on her plate. He then takes a knife and fork and cuts off a bite-sized piece, holding the fork up to her lip and tapping the syrup coated treat against her lips.

“Try it,” he whispers, a cheeky smirk planted across his raspberry lips.

He watches as her lips part curiously, her little tongue just barely peeking out before her lips wrap around the fork. A dribble of syrup hangs from her lips, which he easily wipes off with his thumb and sucks into his mouth. Sweet.

“Oh my gosh, that’s so good,” she mumbles through her mouthful, eyes fluttering shut as she indulges in the sweet, syrupy taste. He feeds her another bite, chuckling when she lets out another satisfied moan. “S’so sweet!” she hums, and for a moment, Harry finds himself wanting to make a comment about how sweet she is.

But he catches himself before he says anything of the sort. I mean, come on! They’d spent one night together, and he was already getting ready to confess how sweet he thought she was? Tell her how pretty he thinks her eyes are and how he can’t stop staring at her lips? Profess that she’s the most precious angel he’s ever laid his eyes upon, and that he wants to do everything in his power to ensure that she’s never hurt again?

No… that’s not who he is. He’s the angel who hides his halo so that angels couldn’t recognize him on the streets! He’s the angel who only ever talked to the humans to get a quick fuck or to save their lives! He’s the angel who didn’t care for anyone, except for himself and his cat!

He’s not the kind of angel to fall in love… is he?

He looks back over to where y/n’s bent down to scratch between Luna’s ears, and scolds himself for finding the sight to be so endearing. He doesn’t understand the meaning of all these… feelings.

He doesn’t understand why he gets butterflies in his tummy at the sound of her voice. He doesn’t understand why his hand aches to hold her close, why his skin craves hers, or why it felt so right to wake up with her in his arms. He doesn’t understand why he wants to kiss her so badly, to lick into her mouth and see if she tastes as sweet as the syrup hanging onto her lips.

And he definitely doesn’t understand why his heart feels like it’s glowing every time he sees her.

Lorde almighty.

Harry’s just really, really confused.

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A dirty lavender color outlines y/n’s figure as she stands in front of Harry’s black car. She’s beyond nervous.

“Y-you want to drive me home?”

After finishing up her waffles, Harry had instructed her to get herself ready so that he could take her home. Y/n (who’d felt as though she’d overstayed her welcome from the moment she’d woken up half on top of him), obliged without question. She put her delicate wings back into hiding, made Harry’s bed and washed their dishes as a silent thank you for letting her be a guest in his home, and even said a woeful goodbye to Luna, filled with cuddles and kisses and proclamations of how Luna was the sweetest kitten she’d ever met (she was the only kitten y/n had ever met, but it was the sentiment behind it that counts).

That’s what brings them here. With y/n standing rigidly in front of the massive vehicle, and Harry nonchalantly spinning his keychain around his finger.

“Yeah. Figured s’easier for me t’just drive us instead f’havin to walk all the way to y’house and back.” His jaw flexes as he chews on a piece of mint gum, not understanding her sudden nervous aura and stand-offish behaviour.

Her fingers fiddle with the sleeves of the oversized sweater Harry has lended her and she nervously toes at the ground. Her feet are bare of any shoes, but still protected by a pair of clean socks that flopped around with her every step; yet another item Harry had so graciously lended to her from his closet.

“Are you sure it’s… safe?” she asks. Her eyes flash with worry and she anxiously chews on her lip.

Oh. His eyes soften as he realizes why y/n had been so hesitant to follow him into the parking garage. That’s what she’s worried about.

“It’s safe, sweetheart. I promise.” He takes a step forward to stand right in front of her, cradling her cheeks in his palms and earnestly looking into her eyes. “I would never put you in harm's way.”

Her eyes get all dreamy at that, feeling as though he were her knight in shining armour, protecting her from all the evil in the world. She can’t help but trust him, something in her gut telling her that he would stay true to his word. He is an angel after all.

“You promise?” she re-confirms, really just wanting to once again hear him tell her that he’d protect her.

“Swear it.”

With that he helps her up into the passenger’s seat, holding her hand as she climbs up into the range rover and buckling her up once she’s plopped her bum down.

He can feel the tenseness radiating off of her as he situates himself into the driver's seat, sees the way she’s bracing her body and curling into herself. A frail whimper slips from her mouth when he turns the car on, heart pounding in her chest as he pulls out of his parking spot. She can’t tell if the vibrations coursing through her body are from the rumbling engine, or from her own jittery nerves.

As Harry pulls into the main road, he sneaks a glance in y/n’s direction. Her eyes are clenched shut, absolutely refusing to look at the dozens of cars speeding past their own vehicle, and she’s clenching and unclenching her fists in a nervous manner, pressing her nails into the flesh of her palm to keep herself grounded.

She’s sure she’s about to pierce through her skin and draw blood with how tightly she’s balled up her fists, until a warm hand circles around her own. Harry’s fingers wiggle their way between hers, intricately intertwining them and resting their joint hands in her lap— his subtle way of calming her down while still keeping his focus on the road.

Y/n peeks through her squinted eyes, turning her head to watch Harry cruise down the roads with one hand on the steering wheel, and the other in her grasp. His jaw looks sharp from this angle, eyebrows furrowed in a purposeful way and lips pursed out as if he were deep in thought. Her attention is captured by his thumb rubbing over her knuckles in a soothing manner, and she spares a glance to her own delicate palm, resting in his sculpted and inked hand. An array of rings decorate his thick fingers, which she finds herself absentmindedly tracing and admiring, twirling and curling them around his knuckles.

She barely even notices when Harry pulls up in front of her cottage, the quiet clear of his throat snapping out of her ring dazzled haze. She’s almost tempted to reach out and cling onto his hand when he pulls away to shift the car into park, but she doesn’t want him thinking that she’s grown too attached to him. That might scare him away, she worries, and she rather likes spending time with him.

They sit there in silence for a second. Harry tightens his grip on the steering wheel. Y/n plays with the ties of the oversized pair of sweatpants Harry loaned her. Neither of them really wants to pop the comfortable bubble they’re coexisting in.

“Um-,” y/n lets out a gentle sigh, quietly unbuckling herself and turning to face Harry, “Thank you. F-for the ride.”

“Oh- yeah… s’no problem.” Harry’s thumb and pointer finger move up to trace his lips, starting at the outer edges and curving inwards to gently toy with his lower lip. He watches as she slowly shuffles around in her seat and opens the car door, and contemplates his next move.

Realistically speaking, there wasn’t anything else Harry had to do for this girl. Her wing was healing and she was safe at home. If Harry wanted to, he could just drop her off here and never see her again.

That was what he’d wanted, after all… wasn’t it? To not be burdened with the task of taking care of some new, innocent angel? To continue living his anti-social life, avoiding humans like the plague and angels like the devil? To not have to worry about broken wings and syrupy lips and golden blood and sparkling halos?

Y/n hops out of the car. Her knees almost buckle from the impact of the jump, but she quickly steadies herself against the side of the rover. This was it! He’d fulfilled his angel duties towards her, and could finally be free again!

“It was, um- nice to see you again, Harry,” she smiles up at him, eyes glimmering with the light of the halo hovering over her head. Free of taking care of her, free of his strange attachment to her, free of all the mushy feelings he had for her!

She rests her hand on the back of the door, slightly hesitating before she moves to push it shut. Free, free, free-

“Wait!”

They both startle at the sound of his voice, y/n heaving with all her might to keep the car door from slamming shut and looking up at him with eager eyes.

He doesn’t know what compelled him to suddenly call out to her; some part of him just wasn’t ready to let go yet.

“I- um, I put my number in your phone,” he stumbles over his words, suddenly feeling as bashful as a love struck puppy, “Call me sometime this week n’I can come over to help you with y’bed. Y’know- putting it together n’all ‘at.”

She smiles down at the ground, then back up at him, her golden aura giving away the sheer happiness his simple offer had given her. She’d really been hoping he’d want to hang out with her! He was just so nice and pretty and safe and warm and— well y/n just really liked him.

“Okay,” she confirms, nodding her head. “I’ll call you.”

As she walks away (her frame swallowed by his oversized sweatshirt and baggy sweatpants and floppy socks), Harry realizes that he doesn’t really mind the butterflies that swarmed his tummy when she smiled up at him.

In fact, he thinks he rather likes them.

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Three days after Harry drops her off at her little cottage, y/n finally calls him.

He’d kept his phone particularly close for those three days. Checked for notifications every hour, turned up his ringer to the max a good hundred times, and even kept it right on his bedside table when he went to bed, just in case she needed him in the middle of the night. Normally, he’s a stickler for keeping his screen time down and not giving into the cellular addiction most of the humans had developed— but for y/n he made an exception.

Even though his phone had been directly in his hand when she finally did call, he waited for about three rings before picking up, answering with a casual ‘lo?, and pretending like he hadn’t been plastered to his phone screen for the past 72 hours, just waiting for her to ring him up.

“H-hello? Harry is that you?” y/n had stuttered out, her voice sounding muffled and distant in Harry’s ear.

“Yeah s’me, love.” The pet name slips out against Harry’s will, but he can’t hold back when she sounds so sweet and endearing on the other end of the line. “Can’t quite hear y’though. ‘S y’hand on the mic or somethin’?”

“Oh- wait,” he hears some shuffling before her melodic voice flows into his ear, clear as day, “can you hear me better now? I think I was holdin’ the phone upside down.”

A dimple dents Harry’s cheek as he grins, “S’much better. How’s y’wing?”

“Oh- it’s feeling so much better!” He can hear the smile in her voice and wishes he was there to see it. “I can’t really flap it or anything yet, but s’not really a problem since I haven’t needed to fly anywhere recently. But it doesn’t hurt at all anymore! You really worked some magic on me.”

Even though she can’t see him, he humbly shakes his head and waves off the compliment, bashfully murmuring, “Wasn’t a problem. M’just happy I could help.”

“You were a proper angel, Harry, I��ll never stop thanking you for it!” Okay, he’s kind of glad she can’t see him, or else she’d witness the way his cheek flushed at the sound of her praises. “Anyway- I was wondering if I could take you up on that offer? To come help make my bed? I… I haven’t really been able to sleep right since I slept over at your place.”

From her side of the line, she’s also silently thanking the heavens that Harry can’t see her. She doesn’t think she’d be able to look him in the eye and admit that she couldn’t fall asleep without thinking of him, pretending she was back in his bed, sleeping in his arms.

“Course y’can, love.” Fuck, not the pet name again, “I can come whenever y’want.”

“Oh you’re a godsend, Harry! My back’s just been aching for weeks— d’ya think you could come tonight? Or— wait, is that too soon? I know s’really last minute but I’m just excited—”

“I can do tonight,” he says, cutting off her rambling. “I’ll be there at like, six?”

“Six works! Oh, and— Harry?”

“Hm?”

“Can you bring Luna too?”

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The first thing that Harry notices when he shows up at y/n’s cottage (at six o’clock sharp, with Luna purring gently in his arms), is how many plants she has.

An array of pink, white, and yellow flowers line the stone pathway that leads up to her front porch, while lavender wisteria flowers hang freely above her doorway. Two large potted plants sit on either side of her door, overflowing with leafy green bushes and fragile baby breaths, and a cute wooden porch swing sits to the left of her door frame. He feels as though he’s been transported to some flowery alternate universe with the sheer amount of plants and bushes and flowers that surround him.

His eyes are still roaming around her front porch as he knocks on her oak front door, unable to fixate on a single item as he anxiously bites on his lip, eager to finally see y/n after having gone three days of longing and yearning for her.

She opens the door in less than a minute, looking flushed and out of breath, as if she had rushed to the door. “Hi,” she says shyly. Seeing him in front of her, with his chocolate curls and mossy eyes and dimpled smile, makes her heart glow inside her chest.

“Hi sweetheart,” he murmurs, lips tweaked up halfway in a cheeky grin. At this point, he’s given up on trying to hold back the pet names. He genuinely can’t help himself, especially not when she’s standing so soft and pretty and precious in the doorway, in a pair of flowy white cotton shorts and his oversized sweatshirt.

“Um— come in!” She pulls the door open wider, “I was just in the middle of watering the plants in my bedroom… you can you can put your shoes right here.”

The interior of her home is just as plant filled as the exterior, Harry notices as he toes off his shoes. “Y’ve got quite a few plants in here, haven’t you love?”

“Oh, yeah. S’cos— well, I mean it gets pretty boring being in this big ol’ cottage all by myself, so I got a bunch of plants to keep me company! I like taking care of them— they make the house a little less lonely.”

She explains it all very casually, with a chipper tone and light hearted voice, but the mere thought of her feeling lonely has Harry’s heart weeping.

She reaches out and gently grabs Luna from where she’s been peacefully resting in Harry’s arms. “I suppose I wouldn’t need all these plants if I had a cutie like her to keep me company though!”

Harry knows Luna to be particularly fussy with strangers, never wanting to be held or kissed or snuggled by anyone other than himself— but with y/n, she’s surprisingly pliant and calm. In fact, the cat even nuzzles her face upward to cuddle into y/n’s neck, basking in the little kisses and praises that y/n’s showering onto her.

“You’re just the sweetest kitty in the whole world, aren’t you?” she murmurs down to the kitty, walking them into her bedroom as Harry follows closely behind.

The plants in her bedroom all seem to glow with life when the two angels walk into the room, their angelic energy ricocheting around the room to replenish the plants’ health. Potted eucalyptus bushes sit cradled in some intricate rope work, so that they’re hanging securely from the ceiling, the green leaves curling over the edges of the pots and draping low enough that they brush against the top of Harry’s head. Her window’s edge is lined with clear antique bottles and mason jars, with little baby plants growing in them, their sprouting roots visible through the clear glass. If he looks closely enough, he can see that each glass jar has a piece of tape with a name scribbled onto it in sharpie.

On the floor in the center of the room lies what Harry assumes to be where she’s been sleeping for the past couple of weeks. There’s a thin sheet lying flat on the ground, with a thicker comforter folded neatly on top of it. A single pillow lies on the top center of the sheet, and Harry's neck cramps up just from looking at this set up. He can’t imagine how sore his back would be if he were the one who’d been sleeping on the ground every night, with just a single pillow to support his neck and a pathetic piece of fabric supporting his spine.

Pushed to the corner of her room is a mess of cardboard boxes, bubble wrap, and all the pieces of an unassembled bed. It’s clear that she made some effort in putting this bed together— a couple of the legs have correctly been put together and the completed headboard rests soundly against her wall. The place she ran into trouble must have been getting the wooden frame of the bed attached to the legs, and then heaving her ridiculously heavy mattress onto said frame. He applauds her effort… but understands why she might have needed some help.

So, rolling up his sleeves, he digs into the mess of instructions and bed parts. Y/n is particularly insistent on making sure he isn’t doing all the work, claiming, “I’m not gonna just sit around like a whiny princess while you do all the hard labor! Give me something to do, I can handle it!” But, he really doesn’t want her to strain herself though (especially considering that she’d been severely injured not even three days ago) so he gives her the L screw and has her tightening notches and whatnot while he assembles the main frame of the bed. Tells her how his wrist has been sore all week, and that he really can’t handle twisting and turning the screws in fear that he’d twist his own wrist and be rendered useless for their building day!

Once they’ve built her bed, they lug her huge mattress from where it’d been hiding in her closet and unwrap it onto the bed. As they heave and tug and push and pull the mattress onto her bed frame, Harry absentmindedly grits out a comment about how, “this mattress better feel like sleeping on a bloody cloud for how bloody difficult it is to move,”— so after fitting the mattress in place, tucking the bed into the cozy corner of her room, and covering it with a multitude of fluffy blankets and squishy pillows that she’d been saving for once her bed wasn’t on the floor anymore, she drags Harry onto the bed so that they can give it a test run together.

“The website calls it the Dream Cloud Hybrid,” she explains to him, stretching herself across the comforter, “n’they said it has dreamy memory foam that’ll give me the best sleep of my life, every night. So we hafta test it and make sure they weren’t lyin t’me.”

He lies down comfortably next to her, leaning onto his elbow and watching as she rolls around under the covers, snuggling her face into her pillows and pressing her back into the mattress to feel herself sinking into the memory foam. She rubs her legs together happily underneath her sheets, satisfied with how silky and soft the fabric feels against her skin, and revels in how the mattress fits into the arch of her back to support her as she lays down. All her muscles turn to jelly as she relaxes, and she sighs contently at the fact that her sore joints would soon be healing now that she was off the floor.

If her giggles and squeals weren’t enough of a sign of how pleased she was, then her vibrant orange, sunset shaded aura confirms that the mattress definitely lived up to her expectations.

Harry’s almost positive that his aura is the same.

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Y/n ended up loving her bed so much, that she didn’t even want to leave it to go eat dinner, convincing Harry that they should just order something in and eat their food in her room, pinky promising that she’d be extra careful to not spill any food on her freshly cleaned sheets.

Though he’s reluctant at first, the happy glimmer in her eyes everytime she snuggles her face into her sheets has any thoughts of saying no flying out his window.

So he orders them a large vegetarian pizza from his favorite pizzeria in the city, leaving the bed only for a moment to go open the door for the delivery man. He comes back to y/n sitting up against the headboard with the comforter wrapped around her shoulders, encasing her in a mini blanket igloo, and sits down across from her.

Balancing the pizza box between them, he picks up his own slice as y/n digs into hers. They eat in comfortable silence, with y/n losing her mind over how utterly amazing the pizza tastes, and Harry smiling down at his lap every time she lets out a satisfied hum at the taste.

After her third slice, y/n sits back with a huff, making a proclamation of how stuffed she is and ordering Harry to take the box of pizza away. “It’s tempting me to take another piece,” she whines, “n’my tummy can’t handle it! Take the box away!”

He packages the leftover pizza for her and puts it into her fridge so that she’d have something to eat over the next few days, and then lets himself be coaxed back into bed with her. His knees accidentally knock against hers as he situates himself next to her, his lanky legs taking up about half her mattress space on their own, but y/n doesn’t seem to mind it. In fact, she scooches even closer to him and intertwines their limbs together, wrapping her leg around his thigh and mindlessly rubbing her socked feet against his calf.

They’re facing each other, both lying on their sides, and their hands are resting in the small space between them. Y/n picks up Harry’s hand and quietly plays with his rings, while his eyes flitter around her face, taking in her delicate eyelashes and supple cheeks and pretty lips. She seems deep in thought, pondering in her own secret daydream. Harry’s hand itches to reach out and trace her face — trace over the curve of her cupid’s bow and the apple of her cheek — but he likes the feeling of her hands caressing his fingers too much to move them. He closes his eyes in bliss, reveling in the feeling of her body so close to his, and their slight physical touch.

“Hey, Harry?” y/n quietly asks, breaking the silence, “Why can’t I see your halo?”

His voice is a low murmur, completely blissed out when he hums, “I put it away.”

“Why?”

He thinks for a moment, then responds, “I… didn’t like being recognized by other angels. I just wanted to be left alone.”

When she doesn’t respond, Harry assumes that he’s sufficiently answered her question. He doesn’t see the anxiety in her eyes, or the way she’s insecurely chewing on the inside of her lip.

Nervously, she prods, “...is that why you didn’t wanna talk to me when we first met?”

Her voice is quiet and timid, almost as if she’s scared of asking the question. Harry blinks his eyes open to look at her, but she quickly averts her eyes to stare blankly at where she’s tracing over his rings.

His heart breaks to see his angel so shy, so insecure. Had he really made her feel this way? He curses his past self for not realizing how sweet and wonderful y/n was when he first met her, for pushing her aside and letting her fend for himself. He imagines that his rejection probably hadn’t been the nicest either, and he just wants to kick himself for it.

“M’sorry,” he immediately says, feeling terrible for making her upset, even if it had been weeks ago. “M’so sorry. You didn’t deserve that.”

“I just… I’d been alone for a long time,” he continues, “the rest of the angels on Earth… m’not really friends with any of them… I dunno I just didn’t think we would get along. But I was a bit of a dick about it, wasn’t I?”

She shrugs casually, eyes still downcast.

“I was wrong, though. So wrong. You’re precious, n’I was just mean. Sorry.”

Her eyes flicker back up to his, a soft smile spreading on her face. “S’okay. I’m glad we’re friends now.”

His heart warms at that— her forgiving and kind nature. He wraps his fingers that she’d been playing with around hers, and presses a soft kiss to the back of her hand. He then pulls their joint hands in towards his chest, holding them close to his heart and smiling down at her. Both of their white auras glow a warm, golden shade. They’re so caught up in each other's eyes, that they don’t notice the faint, love-flushed baby pink that’s begun to tint the edges of their auras.

“I’m glad we’re friends too,” he whispers back.

They spend the rest of their night just laying in y/n’s bed, talking and joking about anything and everything — y/n’s wing care routine, Harry’s favorite foods to cook, their favorite natural substances to keep their halos sparkling. They talk about their lives back in Heaven, how much they miss their families and life in the clouds. Y/n tells Harry all about her childhood pet dove, and Harry tells her about the time he sprained his wing when he was just a wee cherub. They share advice about what they’ve learned on Earth, what the best method of dealing with rude humans is, or how to condemn them for their wicked behavior.

As the night goes on, their voices get quieter and quieter, their bodies closer and closer. Y/n traps one of Harry’s legs between her own, wrapping her legs around his calf like a koala bear. Their fingers dance with each other, twisting and turning around each other in delicate, tender touches, and their breaths mingle in the meager space between them. When y/n’s hand lets go of his to come and rest on his chest, Harry’s hand comes up to trace her face, pushing the stray hairs off of her forehead and gliding his thumb against the slope of her nose, the dip of her lips.

Her eyes get heavy with his soft touches and the steady thump of his heart underneath his palm. Loosely gripping his shirt, she nuzzles closer to him, burrowing her face in his neck and pressing herself up to his side. Harry’s hand slides down from her face to cradle the back of her neck, holding her close to him. Every breath he takes is filled with her sweet scent. Both of their hearts feel warm.

They fall asleep like that. Two pink auras intertwined.

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Over the next couple of days, y/n and Harry stay close in contact.

Y/n sends Harry a multitude of texts throughout her day, ranging from simple sweet good morning messages, to crazy human encounters she might have had that day. Harry, in return, sends back pictures of Luna napping on his bare chest, or tells her about a new recipe that he’s planning to cook for her.

Occasionally, she calls him for advice in the middle of the day, asking for his input on a situation or what the best reprimandations for the humans would be.

“The person in line behind me just told a lie, Harry!” she’d frantically whispered into her phone once, “what should I do?”

He’d responded casually, standing over a pot of boiling lasagna noodles, “Depends on what they were lying about, love.”

“Well he was on the phone with his girlfriend, n’he told her that he was at the library, but, I mean, obviously that’s a lie because we’re in a Starbucks right now and — oh my gosh, Harry! He just kissed another girl and it definitely wasn’t his girlfriend.”

Harry (adamantly believing that there’s a special place in hell for cheaters) had then advised her to give the cheating bastard some instant karma… hence why the guy spilled his iced coffee on his laptop 20 minutes after y/n left.

On top of all the texting they do during the day, the two angels have also made a habit of seeing each other at least three times a week. Y/n’ll oftentimes invite Harry over to her house, claiming that she misses Luna terribly and is dying for a cuddle! She’d never tell him that it’s really because she loves the butterflies that swarm her tummy whenever she’s near him, and the way her heart gets all warm and fuzzy whenever she looks at him.

Harry, of course, never turns down the chance to see y/n — he secretly gets all those warm and fuzzy feelings in his tummy too.

There’s just something about her presence that’s so nice and comforting. Her aura is sun kissed and warm, and her voice is smooth and sweet. She’s always giggling at herself, lost in her own little world, and all Harry wants is to take a peek into her mind. He wants to see what goes on up there when she goes quiet, what she thinks about when they’re together. Wants to know what makes her happy, so that he could give it to her, and what makes her sad, so that he could take it away.

He wants to know what makes her laugh, because he loves the way her eyes glimmer and her cheeks turn all warm and rosy. He loves how clumsy she is, and the way she gets embarrassed when she trips over her feet. And don’t even get him started on how much he loves cuddling with her, how soft and pliable she is.

That’s why he’s always eager to invite y/n over for dinner. Because he knows that their night will inevitably end with the two of them snuggled on his couch, dozing off, with Luna perched in between them. Or (if he’s really lucky) they’ll end up spooning in his bed, with her face tucked into the crook of his neck, and his cheek smushed against the top of her head.

He hadn’t realized how much he’d truly missed cuddling until he got to fall asleep next to y/n. Cuddling with Luna was nice and all, but nothing could compare to the feeling of y/n’s chest pressed against his, or her gentle fingers brushing through his curls. Laying with her in his arms was as peaceful as sleeping up in the clouds, and whispering jokes to each other in the middle of the night had him feeling like a teenage angel all over again.

For the first time in forever, Harry really felt like he had a friend. He had someone that he looked forward to seeing, someone that he wanted to spend all his time with.

And he really, really liked it.

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Harry’s been acting strange recently. And y/n is worried.

Things had been going so smoothly between the two of them! They would see each other all the time, joke with each other, cuddle at every change they got.

And then, out of nowhere, Harry just… dropped off the face of the Earth!

He’d gone from inviting y/n over for dinner multiple times a week, to declining her calls and texting her at weird hours of the morning. He was refusing all of her offers to come visit her cottage, was throwing random excuses as to why he couldn't meet up, and was taking days to respond to her messages.

Now — y/n doesn’t mean to sound clingy or anything! She very well knows that Harry wasn’t obliged to hang out with her every day, and that she shouldn’t feel entitled to an invitation to his house just because he’d been nice to her. She just thinks it’s really weird! How did they go from seeing each other almost every day, to radio silence for days on end?

She’d begun to think that maybe she should just lay off for a little bit. That maybe he was getting tired of seeing her and needed a break from being in her presence. But after about three weeks of not hearing anything from Harry, she was really worried.

The Harry she knew wouldn’t leave her messages on read for days. He wouldn’t decline her calls, or decline her invitations, or tell her that he couldn’t hang out because he had to take his cat on a walk.

No, her Harry was kind, and caring, and considerate! He would never turn down the opportunity for a cuddle — in fact he’d purposely make too much dinner for himself just so he could have an excuse to invite her over! Y/n just knows that Harry wouldn’t cut her off like this without good reason.

So she goes to his apartment.

She knows that it’s a rash decision and that showing up to someone’s home uninvited just is totally uncalled for… but she’s worried about him. She cares about him.

A few seconds after knocking, she hears the sound of his footsteps quietly padding towards the door, as well as the sound of a faint meow that’s quickly hushed. There’s a bit of shuffling on the other side of the door, which y/n assumes must be Harry checking the peephole, and then a quiet curse.

Harry opens the door without unfastening the lock so that it only opens about halfway,only peaking an eye out to greet y/n while the rest of his body stays hidden. “Oh, um…y/n,” his voice is strained and anxious, “what are you doing here?”

That wasn’t necessarily the warm welcome she had been hoping for, but she’ll take what she can get. “It’s um— s’been a while since we’ve seen each other,” she explains, “I-I just wanted to check in. See how you’re doing.”

“Oh, has it? I, um— I hadn’t noticed. I guess I just lost track of time.” His gaze nervously flits around the hallway she’s standing in, unable to meet her inquiring eyes, “ But everything’s fine. No need to worry.”

“Are you sure? You’ve been acting a little… strange recently. And you haven’t been answering your phone…”

“I-I’ve just been busy. You know, angel duties and all.” He’s trying really hard to assure her that he’s fine, but his anxious tone and stuttered sentences do very little to convince her of it. She nibbles on her lower lips nervously, and peers at him with curious eyes. What in the world is going on with him?

“Harry,” she pleads desperately, “I’m worried about you. What’s going on?”

His eyes are tired, red-rimmed, and strained as he finally looks her in the eye, his shoulders slumping in defeat. With a deep sigh, he looks down at the floor, closing the door just for a second to unfasten the lock, then open it back up.

She lets out a gasp once he’s no longer hidden behind the door frame. “Oh my gosh, Harry,” she blurts, completely caught off guard by how terrible he looks, “your aura’s depleting!”

A depleted aura is one of the only illnesses an angel could get. It happened when the angel was so stressed and depressed and surrounded by negative energy, that their halo would begin to fall, and their aura would fade away.

Harry’s usual bright and white aura has dimmed to such a faint, grey color that he almost looks human and his halo has dropped down so much that it’s resting on top of his head instead of hovering above it. His once fluffy curls seem flattened out and frizzy, as if he’d been running his fingers through them and haphazardly tugging at his roots, something she knows he does when he’s stressed. The bags underneath his eyes seem heavy enough to be carrying all the sins of the human world, his exhaustion so evident that y/n worries he might collapse right in front of her.

“I— um, I haven’t been feeling very well recently…” he vaguely trails off, scratching at the back of his neck.

She gapes at him in disbelief. “Harry— you’re really sick!”

She pushes her way into his apartment, not caring if she was invited in or not— all she cares about right now is making sure Harry’s okay. And just from the way he looks, she can tell that he’s extremely ill. She presses her palm against his forehead to feel his temperature, and he’s ice cold. Another symptom of a depleted aura.

She knows from her years of angel health classes that the best treatment for Harry would be an Elysian bath; so without even telling him her plan, she rushes to his bathroom and turns on the faucet. Harry sluggishly follows a few steps behind, too weak to keep up with her frantic pace.

Rummaging through Harry’s medicine cabinet, she searches for the three key ingredients for an Elysian bath— bottled sunbeams, phoenix blood, and dried cloud dust. “C’mon, he’s gotta have some in here,” she mutters to herself as the bottles clatter against each other. “Aha!”

The first and largest substance she pulls out is the bottled sunbeams, a liquid form of the sun’s energy that would replenish Harry’s aura and energize him. It’s stored in a glass bottle with a rustic cork lid on top, and when y/n shakes the bottle, the sunbeams swirl around the glass in a hypnotizing manner. She pours a heaping amount of the shimmering liquid into the filling bath, turning the water into an opaque, golden color— as if the bath were filled with fluid gold leaf.

The next bottle y/n pulls out is a small glass dropper that’s barely the size of y/n’s hand. It’s small size is understandable, however, considering the immense heat the substance inside it had.

Phoenix blood is the only liquid in the world that stays in a constant state of boiling, with a dangerously high temperature that could burn through skin and bone if not used with caution. In fact, the miniscule bottle that y/n was holding probably had the same amount of thermal energy as the sun— hence why y/n only uses two or three drops of the fiery red liquid. When each drop hits the surface of the bath water, there’s a violent reaction between the water and liquid fire, as the Phoenix blood takes a second to adjust to the drastic temperature change of its environment. But by the time Harry got into the bath, it would be at the perfect temperature to warm his energy and save him from his near freezing temperature.

The very last substance she pulls out is a lavender colored salt, which could pass as simple bath salts the human eye. Little would they know that the supposed bath salts are actually dried cloud dust. This substance was created by cremating clouds into a fine powder, which had the ability to recharge Harry’s strength and soothe his body from the extreme mental and physical stress he must have been experiencing. The lightweight dust floats down from y/n’s fingers towards the bath, but never actually touches the surface of the water. Instead the dust combines with the steam rising from the bath (thanks to the Phoenix blood) to create miniature clouds that hover above the golden water’s surface.

After the bath is all assembled, she steps outside the bathroom to find Harry, who’s leaning against the wall with his eyes closed. The exhaustion he’s feeling is radiating off of him— his under eyes are dark, his skin is pale, and now that she thinks about it, she recalls how weak he sounded when he spoke, as if just breathing was painful for him. She gently grabs his hand and urges him into the washroom, leaving him to undress himself and get into the bath while she goes to grab a small cup from his kitchen that she can use to bathe him.

Harry’s fully submerged in the water when she comes back— the only indication of him being fully stripped down being the clothes that he’s messily discarded on the floor. The light purple clouds that hover above the water’s surface effectively hide everything from his waist down and climb up his tummy as he sinks himself even further in the water. His muscles begin to relax, his stiff joints loosen, and his freezing core begins to grow warm as he stretches in the warm water.

He peeks an eye open to see y/n drenching his loofah in the water, lathering it with his vanilla scented body was before coaxing him to sit up and scooch towards the end of the tub. Her gentle hands rub wide circles over his biceps and his back, washing the grime off his skin to leave him feeling soft and refreshed. Dropping the loofah into the water, she then proceeds to just massage his back, thumbs digging into the tense muscles of his shoulders in a painfully pleasing way. Her fingers are warm against his cool skin and leave goosebumps as they trail down his skin, rubbing the knots out of his neck in a way that has him groaning out and rolling his head back in relief.

When her hands abruptly leave his skin, he lets out a whine of discontent, turning his head to face her with a petulant pout plastered on his lips. She ruffles his hair, ignoring the puppy dog eyes that are silently pleading for her to continue massaging him, and instead fills the little plastic cup that she’d taken from his kitchen with water. “Close your eyes,” she whispers to him, pouring the golden bathwater over his head. His curly hair flattens and sticks to his forehead as the sunbeam saturated water rolls down his face, leaving a golden shimmer in its path that makes Harry’s skin feel warm and sunny.

A happy fluttering sensation tickles Harry’s tummy when he sees y/n pick up his shampoo, smiling blissfully to himself when her hands begin to rake through his hair, lathering his roots and scratching at his scalp. Her fingers are delicate and gentle, careful to not tug his hair too hard (not that Harry would’ve complained) or pull too harshly at the tangles in his hair, and they relax him an unimaginable amount. He leans into her touch, relishing in the way the warm bath is warming him up and his angel is tending to him so carefully.

Her touch begins to grow hesitant, and when Harry opens his eyes he sees her staring at him, deep in thought. “What happened, Harry?” she asks quietly, her voice watery, as if she’s on the verge of tears. When he doesn’t answer, she pushes the hair off of his forehead and cups his face with her palms, lifting his chin so that he’s looking at her, “Why haven’t you been taking care of yourself?”

His eyes fill with sorrow as he sees how worried she is for him, how much she cares. Her eyes are flickering around his face and she looks torn apart, her eyebrows furrowed with concern and her cheeks tinted with emotion. It hurts him to see her like this, but at the same time his tummy fills with those familiar butterflies at the thought that y/n might care for him just as much as he cares for her.

“I-I’ve been out demon hunting…” he confesses.

“Demon hunting?”

He nods.

She blinks at him, “Why were you demon hunting?”

“I’ve been looking for the hell dog you were attacked by… so that I could find the demon who hurt you,” he quietly concedes, looking down to where his hands are mindlessly playing with the clouds.

He’s fully expecting y/n to scold him for embarking on such a dangerous task when he really has no business going out hunting for demons, but all he’s met with is tense silence. When his eyes rise again, he sees her looking down at the water contemplatively.

“Well, you can’t be doing this all on your own,” she rations, carrying on with her process of washing Harry’s hair. She picks up his conditioner, “Next time you go hunting, take me with you.”

He gapes at her. “What?”

Instead of reprimanding him… she wanted to help him?

“I’m coming with you the next time you go demon hunting.” She’s adamant and resolute on this decision, refusing to let Harry do something so dangerous all by himself. She realizes that he’s basically doing all this demon hunting for her, to get revenge on the demon who attacked her and ensure that she’d never be hurt again— and it makes her heart swell with love.

But she wouldn’t let him put himself in harm's way just for her. She wouldn’t let him do it by himself.

“Let’s take this demon down together.”

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After their bath, y/n wraps Harry up in a fluffy, lavender robe that she saw hanging in his closet, and blow dries his hair for him, making sure to aim the warm air on his face and chest for a while just because it warms his skin and plants a pleased smile on his face. She brews them some tea and then snuggles up next to Harry, who’s queued up a film (Pride and Prejudice 2005… obviously) for them to watch.

Luna’s curled up by Harry’s feet, her black fur gently brushing against his legs, and he has an arm around y/n, who’s leaned into his side and is tracing random shapes on his bare chest. His tummy feels warm and his heart is fluttering, and for the first time in a while he feels healthy and refreshed.

They’re resting in comfortable silence, and Harry’s almost positive that y/n’s fallen asleep on top of him until she looks up and quietly asks, “Harry?”

He responds with quiet hum, voice vibrating lowly in his chest.

“Have you ever kissed someone?”

He looks down at y/n’s wide and curious eyes, not really knowing what prompted this unexpected question, but answers honestly with a confirming nod.

There’s another beat of silence, where y/n’s eyes flicker down in thought. But then she’s looking up at him again and asking, “Can I kiss you?”

Harry’s pretty sure his heart bursts at the seams when she asks that question, y/n’s eyes filled with sincerity and worry and insecurity. His eyes round out and it takes everything in himself not to lean forward and just kiss her with every fiber in his body, but he holds himself back. He doesn’t think he deserves her first kiss, not from someone as sweet and pure and innocent as y/n.

“You should save that for someone special, angel.” His voice is thick and and laced with emotion, and his eyes are flickering between her doe eyes and pretty lips.

She falters for a bit at his rejection, but bounces back with twice as much fervor, “you are special Harry.” She sits up straighter and climbs into his lap, straddling his thighs and gripping onto the lapels of the robe, “y-you took care of me when I was hurt, and you stuck by my side and helped me when I needed you. A-and you’re kind and sweet and—” She licks her lips and whispers out the last part, “you’re my best friend. I really care about you.”

He doesn’t need to say anything to this, silently reciprocating all the emotion that she had just poured out to him through his eyes. His palm comes up to cup her face, his thumb gently tracing over her cheekbone as his gaze flickers down to her lips, sweet and plushy and so kissable.

As he leans forward, y/n’s eyes flutter shut, focusing on the feeling of his curls brushing her face as he gets closer, the feeling of his breathing on her cheek. Their noses rub together sweetly for a brief moment, before Harry makes the final move to connect their lips. He takes her bottom lip between his, kissing her sweetly and holding her delicately, careful not to overwhelm her during her first kiss. Her hands grip onto him tightly and she arches her back into him as his hand slides down from cupping her cheek to hold the back of her neck, threading through her hair and holding her steady. He kisses her for all the times he’d thought about kissing her, for every word of affection he never told her, and pours his entire soul into the kiss.

And when she lets out a desperate whine and her breathing grows heavy, he pulls back, keeping his eyes closed as he rests his forehead against hers. They stay there, with y/n sitting on his lap, her hands on his chest, and Harry’s hands falling down to rest on her waist.

“I really care about you too.”

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