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uglypastels · 2 years ago

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For the spotify thing

Eddie Munson friends to lovers smut. I'm a sucker for idiots in love lol

Watermelon Sugar (or if that has been taken Carolina would also be great because who wouldn't swoon at Eddie calling them a good girl)

- @eddiesprincess86

ok so I got another request, "for the spotify wrapped event can you do carolina with eddie munson? 🫶🏻" so I guess I'm killing two birds with one stone doing this one. i had this idea and it turned into... I'm not sure what this is but I'm vibing and i hope its fun. (i know you requested smut, and I'm sorry I didn't include it, sorry </3)

no explicit warnings. reference to drugs and alcohol, no consumption tho

Spotify Wrapped Blurb event > send in a request! (masterlist)

You knew you were in trouble when his eyes met yours across the room. Trying not to pay him too much attention, putting your anxieties aside, you put all your focus on the people around you. Join in on the conversation. Pretend as if you belong.

But no matter how well you merged in with the crowd, he could tell. After all, it was his album release party you were crashing.

To your surprise, he didn’t call for security. Instead, he walked over to you, drink in hand. Leaning against the bar, he asked away from everyone else: ‘Now, how did you get in here, sweetheart?’

‘Sorry?’ you gave a shot at playing dumb, but it didn’t fool him.

‘How did you get in?’ He asked a bit louder, not sternly or with anger, just to get his voice above the music. He was amused. ‘Bribed the guards, did we?’

‘I have my ways.’ Was all you said, looking up at him from above your crystal glass. At this point, you knew you were safe. He wasn’t going to do anything.

‘What’s your name?’ he asked, so you told him. Then he tried to introduce himself: ‘I’m Eddie.’

‘I know,’ you stated it. Of course, you knew him. Not even because you were a huge fan of his music. But everyone knew the lead singer of Corroded Coffin… whether they wanted to or not.

You took another sip of your drink. Neat whisky. Eddie watched the liquid drain out of the glass, expecting you to flinch from the burn of it, yet being heavily disappointed. ‘Don’t worry,’ you assured him, ‘I can handle a bit of fun.’ And you certainly held up to that promise.

Eddie barely left your side that night. To this day, he jokes about how it was for the sake of safety that he was just keeping an eye on you. “Damage control” or “making sure you didn’t steal anything”.

Yes, years went by, and somehow your lives merged. Some would call it friendship. Any time you had the chance to see each other, which was a rare occurrence considering Eddie's busy rockstar lifestyle (that you constantly teased him about, naturally), you were at each other’s side. Most often, that meant that you would meet him at the studio when the band was recording. It was one of those days, but slightly different.

You had never seen the guys be this distraught. The worst possible thing had happened— writer’s block.

The instruments were left astray as all four band members were losing hope of their new record. Eddie still had his guitar on his lap but had stopped torturing himself by playing one failed riff after another.

When they were in their “thinking zone”, you always made sure not to interrupt, not wanting to accidentally stop the creative juices from flowing, but seeing them torture themselves like this… you couldn’t do it. So, you got up and announced it was time for a break.

‘We don’t need a break, we need ideas,’ Eddie groaned, spinning around in his chair, head hung back so he could stare up at the ceiling.

‘Who knows, maybe some tacos will be the muse you have been looking for, now c’mon,’ you pulled his arm as hard as you could, but in the end, it was his own free will to get up that got Eddie moving. You dragged him to the kitchen, where the rest of the band had already assembled. ‘The tacos might have been a bad idea,’ you said once you realised there really was not enough food in the house to cook. ‘But– oh fuck,’ you opened a cupboard just to be greeted with an avalanche of pots. Before the stainless steel hit you in the face, Gareth caught the biggest pot just in time, stopping everything else from falling– minus one lid that made an incredible ruckus, possibly heard through the entire neighbourhood.

‘Is it just me or did that sound kind of good,’ Gareth hit the lid again, looking up at the rest of the band.

‘Did you take something? How many times did I tell you guys, don’t fucking trip before–’

‘No I’m not high, asshole,’ Gareth called Eddie out. ‘Just– wait.’ He searched around frantically through the other drawers before finding a large wooden spoon and banging it across the pan that almost knocked one of your teeth out a minute before. ‘Imagine this as, like, a backing track.’ It was a hollow metal sound. Not very melodic, but loud. Gareth kept on slamming the spoon on the pot like a maniac as the rest of the band looked at him as you watched them from the side. Seeing them at work was always fascinating, but this… well, this was one for the history books, especially when Gareth grabbed another pan and started to figure out how to use the different utensils to make different sounds.

‘Fuck, man.’ Eddie sighed, his hand rubbing out the stress from his face, ‘i hate how good that sounds.’ Oh yeah, he was getting ideas. Or perhaps not, because the next thing you know, the lead of the band leaves the kitchen. There is an awkward pause where none of you know what to do until Eddie comes back, guitar on his shoulder.

‘Do that shit again,’ he tells Gareth.

‘Please, no need for such formalities.’ Gareth rolls his eyes but resumes his little kitchen orchestra. Eddie listens intently before strumming his first chord; slowly, he builds on it.

And not just a melody. He’s humming. Words started to appear from the soft humming, and before you knew it, he sang a whole verse– more or less. It was still very much a work in progress, so most of the lyrics were half-mumbled as he still was figuring out the perfect phrasing.

‘Where did that come from?’ you asked, stunned at how easily the words came to him. The writer’s block from before seemed to have disappeared entirely.

‘Just something I kept on the back log.’ He said, not fazed much. ‘Work in progress.’

‘I like it,’ you said. Not that it mattered much. You were merely an invited spectator in these sessions, but surely some praise could always be somewhat appreciated from time to time. Eddie seemed to think so, at least, as he smiled sheepishly, glancing down at his guitar. He never needed to look at the strings as he played anymore, and yet now he couldn’t look away from the instrument.

‘Does this mean that we have to write all our songs in the kitchen from now on?’ Jeff quipped.

‘Oh, god no, it smells here of old take-out.’ Eddie commented. ‘Just grab what you need, and we can finish this up… if you guys are into it.’ There were no objections to the plan, so you quickly helped Gareth bring all the pots and pans into the living room, where they had all their writing stuff set up.

The next few hours were spent figuring out how to incorporate everything they wanted into something coherent, but unfortunately, nothing seemed to work anymore. Maybe the kitchen was the best place to work, after all?

‘This isn’t working,’ Eddie was about to pull his hair out. ‘We can’t do it all at the same time.’ but at the same time, to remove any of the elements they had come up with would completely change the song, which they were not prepared to do. One thing you learned about the band: they were some of the most talented and most stubborn mutherfuckers in the industry. Once they had their mind set on something, there was no going back. So the damn pans would stay, and they would sound amazing. No matter the cost.

There was a long silence, the longest that had occurred since the morning, as everyone in the room tried to think of some solution. It felt silly, but even you tried to think of something, just wanting to help out.

Eddie called out your name almost as if he could read your mind. ‘Come here, sweetheart.’ You got up from your chair, awaiting further instructions, but those were directed at Gareth. ‘Show her how to hit the beat.’

‘What?’ you asked, confused. Last time you checked, you had no musical bone in your body, and you were just here for moral support and to make sure the guys didn’t kill each other or themselves out of frustration (let’s be honest, mostly Eddie. He could be quite a lot to handle sometimes).

‘We need more hands on deck if we want to make this work now.’

And that’s how you played a very simple beat on the drums for the band. It was enough for now, as they got through the rest of the writing. It was pretty fun, but you did still manage to mess up a few times. No one gave you a hard time for it. All they focused on was the stuff you did manage to do. It was Eddie’s turn to praise you at one moment when you got through the entire song without any mistakes.

Taking a small break, he came up to you as the rest of the band had gone off to do their things for a moment.

‘Thanks for helping us out.’

‘Pretty sure I’m doing more damage than good,’ you laughed. ‘Wouldn’t it be better for me to hit the pans?’

‘It’s Gareth’s vision, so unless you’re prepared to get into all that…’ he smiled, ‘but you’re doing great.’

‘True, just don’t get angry if I keep messing up.’

‘I would never.’ Eddie fake pouted, ‘not at my good girl.’ the words branded you from the inside, sparking up something that froze you for a moment. When you looked back up at him, Eddie had a wide smirk on his lips. Jeff had just walked back into the room carrying a beer, so Eddie leaned in closer to you to keep your conversation private. ‘Besides, seeing you hit it like that, it’s kind of hot.’

‘Shut up,’ you dug your elbow into his ribs playfully.

‘That won’t be possible, I’m afraid.’ Eddie said, and he was right, since you still had a few hours of work ahead of you before the band called it a night. The house they were using to write at was rented, with enough rooms for all the band members to have their own, so once sleep called, they all disappeared behind their doors, leaving you and Eddie alone.

‘Next time, I promise we’ll go somewhere. Just us.’ He huffed out, and sunk back into the couch.

‘Oh, I had fun.’ You smiled, sitting down next to him.

‘And I’m glad, but I would much rather spend my time with you and actually being with you.’

‘Next time then,’ you agreed to his earlier promise. ‘But I’m happy to see you guys managed to get out of that writer’s block.’

‘Yeah, it was… something. I’m still not sure about it all. What do you think?’ Eddie lazily pulled you into his lap, placing his chin on your shoulder.

‘It’s great. Well, the pots and pans strategy is for sure… interesting but I think you guys have something amazing brewing here. I just…’ you bit the inside of your cheek.

‘What?’ He sounded so tired. The long day was finally draining him out.

‘I just… can’t help but think some of it sounds a bit familiar.’ You quickly clarified: ‘some of the lyrics, especially the one about sneaking into parties, the drinking, the…. Other stuff.’

‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’ The little kiss he left on your arm sent a shock through your body.

‘No, of course not. Maybe it’s just deja vu or something.’

‘Must be.’

‘Mhm,’ you agreed, and yet couldn’t help but giggle at the idea of Eddie having a song in his back pocket about the day you met.

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myupostsheadcanons · 3 months ago

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Chilling Reflections (Villains' Code, Book 3)

I was able to finish reading the book while heading across state to the KS Renaissance Fair. (harhar, that the plot of the last 5min Sherlock book was also about a RenFair) I had planned on reading it all the same week it came out, but had meat-space stuff get in the way - sorry.

Yes, you should read "Villains' Vignettes" before reading this book. Events that happened in that Volume are talked about in this book. While it does do some explaining, the over all experience is a lot better if you already read what happened. The Halloween story and a young Ivan ending up an accidental hero in another dimension have elements that are important to characters growth in this one.

Spoilers Under Cut:

VRX77... yeah, i guessed she was an alternate universe Tori by the second time she showed up in the book. I first thought, by the title of the book that Vicki was going to be a cold-based version of Tori tho. But turned out the "Chilling" part of the book was because of Jokull the Frost Giant and his role within the C-plot of Faithful and Bert's schemes.

I do find it a rather interesting development with Ivan and Fornax, that whenever Ivan loses control and Fornax takes over, that once Ivan gets behind the driver's seat again, he is unable to maintain the same amount of dominance between his will and Fornax's will. That Ivan can't not access as much of Fornax's powers with out risking Foranx slipping into the driver's seat. It is a clean way to nerf Ivan, make it to where he can't just show up and fix everything, and Drew then doesn't have to keep throwing Hammers at the Earth (Or having Ivan go to another world for a while).

But what about Lodestar swooping in to save the day? She has only been back to work the last couple years, she did spend the past several years as a full time mom and not using her powers. There is only one of her, and she isn't as ruthless as people like Professor Quantum or the members of the Villains Guild. She has been taken out of fights before, or has been distracted by a larger threat while something else happens under her nose. This has happened at the end of both Bones of the Past and Chilling Reflections already.

Jokull counted on Lodestar to show up when he took Ivan. He knew that if Lodestar wouldn't kill him, eventually he would push Ivan far enough to become Fornax and get the same result. The latter happened, unfortunately.

Though not unfortunately, it did FINALLY clear the air between Ivan and Helen and they aren't pussy footing around their feelings for one another anymore... (hits Nexus with a rolled up news paper for being a peeping tom)

I would like to see more of the extended cast in the next book or in the VVV2. It does stream line the story focusing most of the POVs to a handful of groups. I do miss having more of Glyph and Pest Control, or even some of the other Villains... doing Villain stuff. It has been even commented in this book that Tori and Bev don't act very villainous, they just don't pull their punches like a Hero would, they are more Vigilante than Villain.

Cloe getting a taste of Edict's powers, and realizing why people who've ran into her counter parts put Edict on the same level as Nexus and Captain Bullshit. She was able to change Faithful's powers without him even realizing what happened, he probably doesn't even know yet, and i hope this comes back to bite him in the ass.

I've came across a few old science fiction stories that are based around Faithful's powers before. It is the belief that He is the only real person and that nothing else around him is real. He is a God in his own mind and he believes in himself thoroughly.

With Mr. AV coming back into the picture at the end of the book, it is likely that Donald/Cyber Geek is going to get that training that other Cyber Geeks were able to get. It was funny as fuck when Cyber Geek randomly found a guy named Full Bars with the power to amplify all cell and wi-fi signals just when he needed the help accessing the internet the most. I read that part out loud in the car to my brother and he thought it was funny too.

I have this sneaking suspicion that Rick and Ren/Medley are going to have a lot of common ground (on body image and shape shifting). And, just maybe, they can learn something from one another. something that Ivan can not teach. Perhaps Helen brings it up to Ivan as a possibility.

Kyle finally putting the pieces together that Tori just may be Hephaestus... that would be an awesome 'popcorn worthy' show down when it finally gets out into the open. All because Bev wanted a nice pair of caprices.

So... are we like seeing Professor Quantum become the true Villain? The first meta, paranoid as fuck, afraid of losing control, has back up plans for back up plans, treats people as tools, works against other heroes, has no problems with killing people that get in his way.... That was a dick move putting that mind-control chip in Ellie and making her see her "dead" friend.

Speaking of.... Ike and Settler are alive.... somewhere....

Ranking: 7 out of 10.

Too much going on sometimes. There are at least four different antagonist plots going on at the same time, on top of the monster invasion from extra space. Drew perhaps needs to step back a bit on the gas and put in some more Personal Life Drama stuff like he had in Super Powereds.

#Drew Hayes #Villains Code #booklr #book review #myu reads #Chilling Reflections #Forging Hephaestus

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asoulofatlantis · 21 days ago

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So after some not-so-great time with the newest Sims 4 expansion pack (Life and Death...) and now that I have mostly recovered from my infection (here is to hoping I didn't catch the C-Sickness while my Dad took me along to buy some stuff for Halloween the other day [he didn't know he had it then]...) I guess it is time to return to Daybreak. Not so happily I have to admit, as the game just... isn't as fun as I would need it to be, but we have to get through it somehow.

Sacred ground, huh? And you though Rean had it bad with his love for hotsprings ^^'

BTW... the game was fooling us quite nicely with Risette here. I remember that at some point I was wondering if she was a robot or had at least some robotic parts (like an arm or leg) or something but I assumed you would see joints, like with Lapis and that for sure she would not be able to go into the water like that so easily if that were the case so I dropped that line of thinking very quickly.

I do like tho that Lapis new body also looks completely human at this point. Its really nice. I mean if we have the technique, why not use it for everyone who has non-human parts? Hell, I am pretty sure we could make Georges wish come true and give Victor a completely human looking arm at this point too.

I mean... despite the technical advancement we have in Trails these days, I agree with a big part of the fandom the the technical advancements jumps between the Arcs are often quite unrealistic. But I guess they found quite a nice answer for why Marduks jump in particular was so big in Kai. I like that they bothered to at least find an excuse here.

Its called Genes guys! There is nothing you can do about the size of your boobies! (Which is funny because technically speaking, neither Millium nor Altina should have Genes that defy their proportions. They were never meant to grow like that anyway and yet... huh...)

Think about it! If we knew then what we know now and killed that freaking bastard right here Kuros/Daysbreaks deathcount would be so much lower, its shipcount one ship higher (because we wouldn't lose Dingo) and maybe we could have even skipped on some parts of Kuro 2 and this whole Arc would be so much nicer and...

Van? My dear favorite Spriggan... if in loop 2000 you accidentally bump into this guy... please kill him!

How much luck can she truly have if the man she loves gets blown up in a way that not even a body to mourn will be left? Thats not luck, for sure! (Yes, you could call it luck that she managed to get her tearfull goodbye in the end, despite the bodyless part and I GUESS that IF we manage to avoid all the shit happening in this game in loop 2000 (please Aidios! Have mercy on my pure-player-heart and grand my wishes!) it would also be a shitload of luck to this time be able to have her lovestory... but IF that is going to happen remains to be seen so. I still stand with what I said at first, which is that losing Dingo the way she did is anything BUT luck. (Then again, seeing how she follows him around like this I guess it somewhat IS luck that she did not follow him on that fateful day...)

So he is 27... which means that he is younger than Olivert. If my math works correctly, Olivert should have been around Agates age in Sky which means he should be 30 by now which still makes him younger than me tho XD By quite a few years to boot. *achem* I am sorry, but my birthday draws near and I am leaving the "mid thirty" part and enter the "late thirties" part at that point and its frustrating me quite a bit ^^'

(To be honest, while I do not mind at all playing characters that are younger then me - in fact, I do believe it makes me feel younger myself, so its a good thing - it does depress me a bit that 20 years ago, when I was watching Animes, I was around the same age as the characters, now I am basically the same age as some of their mothers XD)

You know... we had dirty magazines since Crossbell - if I remember correctly - but Calvard really takes the cake with the whole half nakedly poledancing-gig. I wonder what we get in the next arc. Pornos? I would not be surprised at this point - obviously we would not really see them, just get a mention here and there.

Suddenly Ouroboros XD

... I... I can not even say how much I want to strangle NISA right now. They gave Lucrecy a French accent. French! WHY?! Why would they do that? And she sounds so... urg! NO! Why?

ALSO Harvoods voice should be much deeper and more hoarse. It totally takes the edge off of him that he sounds like... this.

It seems odd that she managed to keep that gig a secret from her sister, given how every man in Tharbad must have already seen her on the pole and given how they make money by dancing on the streets its obvious that some of them must have noticed already who she is and there is no way in hell nobody made a comment about it.

You know... if you ever meet Alisa... let her give you the same lesson she gave Rean about Head-Pats. I am pretty sure, just like him, you will learn nothing from it, but at least someone DID warn you XD

People always (rightfully so) say Alisa overreacted after the whole incident with Claire, but look at Judiths reaction to her misunderstanding Vans intention with Saara ^^'

Well first at all: You are NOT allowed to speak in Adios name. You might be friends with some holy shitty saint or whatever but that doesn't make you a Grahlsritter or anything and secondly, Van will end up in Gehenna either way, he is literally a devil XD

Now about that... where have you been when he broke my poor Agnes heart? (Jokes on me, she wanted her heart to be broken...)

#daybreak mona version

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despairforme · 1 year ago

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Mah, he was not surprised that Aizen dismissed his explanation about 'despair being despair'. He wondered if it was JUST ' despair ' that Aizen deemed to be different for everyone. What about other emotions? Was HAPPINESS different to everyone? What about amusement? Sadness? Sure, there were different reasons to be happy, or amused or sad or whatever, but the emotion itself? Fuck, Nnoitra HATED philosophical shit like this. He hated thinking too much, and especially about emotions. ALL his emotions were always negative. Only brief glimpses of positive feelings would visit him. Sometimes he was a little pleased, or amused, or whatever. But it was ALWAYS overshadowed by the heavy, heavy feeling of despair. The sadness in Nnoitra was chronic. He could not escape it.

Nnoitra thought that despair was a little different to a lot of other emotions, because it was such a strong feeling. Ulquiorra spoke of it sometimes, but of course that guy had NO CLUE. Almost as if he'd read his mind, Aizen referred to him now. You could talk about something without having any idea of what you were talking about. It was as if Nnoitra suddenly began to tell everyone what it felt like to be happy. While he had never experienced it, he could have a fantasy about how it felt. An opinion. That was what it sounded like to him when Ulquiorra talked about despair.

Or do you not want me to understand you?

A part of him DESPERATELY wanted to be understood. By someone. Just by one person. The part of him that was breaking was pleading for that to make him feel better. He knew that it wouldn't. And, in any case - there was no way Aizen would ever understand him. He said it himself - he could not fathom. Aizen didn't want to understand him. He was just doing this for his own amusement, for sure. Nnoitra didn't trust him at all.

❝ We can all talk 'bout shit without understandin' it, yeah? Like I can begin 'ta tell everyone how yer Zanpakuto works, even tho I ain't got a fuckin' clue. ❞ He tried to keep the conversation at a level he could grasp. Less philosophical and more practical. ❝ 'Daz what Ulquiorra is doin' when he's talkin' 'bout despair. His whole ass thing is EMPTINESS, ain't it? 'Daz 'da exact opposite 'a despair. ❞ His annoyance towards Ulquiorra's interpretation of despair was showing now. He continued, the words running away from him now - ❝ Feelin' nothin' would be a fuckin' vacation. Despair means no hope. But how do ya lose all hope? It's when ya get so many negative feelings that ya can't see no light. 'Da weight 'a every bad feelin' ya can imagine crushin' down on ya - 'DAZ what despair is. ❞ The absolute crushing, soul-wrecking feeling of being overcome by total and utter defeat. To find everything futile. To not be able to breathe. He realized he'd just told Aizen exactly what he wanted to hear, simply because he'd been pressured and let his own emotions get the better of him. FUCK. At least now Aizen would understand that Ulquiorra didn't know what he was talking about. Nnoitra would trade his despair for emptiness any day of the week.

Reasons as to why he would linger on certain occurrences that bit too long held no means nor importance to find an answer for. If at all, it was a whim that should be just seen as one, the idealised picture of a benevolent God to strive and fulfil one of his current minute desires figuring out what should be kept away and hidden. How quaint [ was it that? ], those few moments it took for his Espada to react in a multitude of different emotions - and still follow it all up with what appeared like a lie. " It is not. That is why I asked. " Still, lingering doubts dispersed that the request could be denied, just by the idea that unwillingly displeasing his superior could lead to consequences familiar and felt before. It was never-ending, and with each push and pull, something would crack.

Maybe he wanted that to happen. Would that not be a worthwhile show?

" Do you truly think those around you understand it the same way? "

As if being able to listen in, pulling out hidden dismay, but placed on a silver platter, was it not that hard to know. Nnoitra had a specific way of acting and reacting to any little impulse given, and if any of the interactions with his comrades had been an indication, then their aspects, their specifically crafted structures of being, of existing, would negate and sometimes cancel out each other [ just like he wanted? ]. " That they feel the same if they say that they are despairing? " In the way words were chosen and brought forth, one unbeknownst to his traits and behaviours, would think that he could read minds. Far from it, but to continue. He had permitted Nnoitra to answer him how he saw fit - that would include to brush it all off, to question his understanding, but they both knew that was a non-issue, that this would never happen.

Particularly wanting to drag it all out as long as only possible, a momentary quip of thought and desirable interest, when he tilts his head as if inviting, steps away from his Soldier to take a place, to sit down a bit away from him. It was not meant to leave his Espada standing there when his hand extends to the chair right next to him - it means to have them be on a similar level, on an equal level, for whatever that would mean [ would it even matter? ]. " Like I said, I want to know what your despair feels like. Your aspect of Death. " Any wonder as to why they had been assigned the way they are? That particular trail of thoughts to appropriate numbers to arbitrarily created 'emotions' and find their strengths and weaknesses to unfurl them into an army of never before seen strength. Why ever he had done that? " Ulquiorra speaks of despair in ways that are different from yours. "

Has he ever heard them? No. " I can not fathom. " Thus he wants to know. " Or do you not want me to understand you, Nnoitra? "

#trehontin #[ nnoitra got annoyed and told him fjfjfjfjf ]#[ NNOITRA PLEASE ]#[ in the end it probably feels good for him to vent a little bit ]#[ he's so bottled up ]#despair for me. ╱ in character.#the praying mantis. ╱ canon verse.

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fairysoobx · 2 years ago

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'i just want to keep you safe'

pairing: yeonjun x gn!reader. genre: suggestive; friends to lovers? summary: yeonjun picks up his best friend from the party he told them not to go to. their fight transforms into a heated making out session in yeonjun's car. requested: yes. warnings: cursing, heavy making out session, giving hickeys and all that jazz nothing too crazy tho. word count: 2,4K a/n: english isn't my first language, it's also my first time writing a one shot in english so i'm sorry for mistakes. i also wasn't sure to not cross the line because many people have different approaches when it comes to writing suggestive stuff with txt so i hope i kept it as pg as i could.

you were sitting silently in the passenger seat, playing with your fingers, feeling the overwhelming tension between you and your friend. yeonjun was also silent, you would say he was just focused on driving, but his mind wandered all over the place intensively.

he was mad at you, that was pretty obvious. you promised him you wouldn't go to seokhee's party, he has warned you about this guy many times. and even after that you decided to go anyways. you weren't sure if you just wanted to prove something to your friend or to make him jealous but you definitely made him angry. you wondered how long could he remain silent.

"are you still mad?" you asked, afraid of looking at him. but instead of getting a response, you heard silence. you sighed quietly, knowing you've fucked up, but what is already done can't be undone and you had to face the consequences of your actions.

"can you talk to me?" you tried again, this time looking at yeonjun. you now were able to see how tense were his jaw muscles trying not to lose his shit.

"i will talk to you when you start listening to me" he responded, his voice, very harsh, which you rarely heard from yeonjun but if you did, it made you feel some certain way. you weren't sure if it was because of how intimidating or how hot you thought it was.

"yeonjun stop acting like a child, it wasn't even that serious" you said in your defense, feeling the need to calm boy down. but even the look of his side profile told you that it didn't calm him down a bit. it did quite the opposite. his brow dropped down to his eyes, almost covering it completely and hands that were gripping on the steering wheel, tightened around it.

suddenly, you felt you body being pulled to the left, and before you noticed, yeonjun's car was standing turned off, on a dark sideroad. that's when you understood that boy suddenly took the nearest turn. you didn't want to make him any more mad and just the thought of it was scary enough for your hands to start shaking.

"i am the one acting like a child?" you finally heard his voice. you didn't dare to look at him again. "y/n i literally told you to stay away from seokhee, you know he does no good and the only thing on his mind is sex. and he doesn't care if you consent or not" you didn't see yeonjun's face now, but you knew how it looked from the tone of his voice. "and instead of listening to me, you went to his party and then had a nerve to call me to pick you up, don't you think i'm allowed to be fucking mad at you?!".

the silence filled the car once again. you were ashamed but you didn't want to admit that you were in the wrong. you didn't quite understand why your friend was so protective over you when it came to meeting other guys. it was almost like he didn't you to meet anyone except himself.

"i just don't get why you're making such a big deal out of this" you murmured, still playing with your fingers. you could hear a loud sigh leaving yeonjun's mouth.

"maybe i just want to keep you safe?" he said harshly, with an ignorant tone, almost like he didn't care at all. that's when you looked at him again. you couldn't see him, since you weren't on the main road anymore and there weren't any streetlights on the sideroad, but your eyes traced the details that were visible because of the dim light of the moon shining indirectly to the inside of the car.

you didn't understand what happened in your mind when you heard his words, but you felt something. you leaned towards the boy and that's when you finally met his gaze. you could feel his anger. but you also still felt the warmth that he always had in his eyes while looking at you.

"yeonjun i-" you didn't even get the chance to finish, because as soon as you opened your mouth, it had been shut by his own lips. those beautiful lips you had been staring at endlessly, sometimes thinking how would it be if your best friend had kissed you. and today was the day that you've finally found out. choi yeonjun kissed you. his left palm embraced your cheek, almost like he was afraid that you'd run away. but you didn't want to run at all.

your hand grasped on boy's wrist as a sign of your acceptance. you've wanted this for so long your mind wasn't able to difference if this was the reality or your dream. yeonjun's lips slightly opened, so you obediently followed him, repeating his actions. your lips started moving in a gentle, yet desperate movements. your friend's palm that was resting on your cheek, slowly moved to the back of your neck. the tips of his finger ran through your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

the sudden sensation caused you to lean closer to the boy. your lips hasn't detached for even a slightest second and the kiss has became more greedy with an increasing pace. it was almost like your lips were fighting, since both of you were angry at each other.

after some time, you felt the kiss literally taking your breath away, so you gently pulled boy away, causing the two of you to separate for a few centimeters. you took a deep breath, since you were so desperate for air. yeonjun chuckled quietly, hearing your loud breathing. choi moved, leaning back on the seat. you saw this different look in jun's eyes while he was watching you trying to get the air to your lungs. it made you feel this certain way again.

you were ready to come back to his lips but when he was so far away, it suddenly felt stressful to make a move for you. you were scared that it's already over and that he wouldn't want to kiss you anymore. you moved the hair from your face tucking it behind your ear and kept looking in boy's eyes, waiting for his word or anything. but it wasn't coming. you were so needy of his lips, you finally decided to take your stress and pride aside, and speak up.

"i want to kiss you more" you said confidently, which surprised your friend but also made a smirk appear on his face. he liked how much you needed his lips on yours.

"you're so needy" he laughed making you roll your eyes. "i will need you to come here then" he responded again, as confidently as you, but with a difference that he wasn't acting confident, he just was. you already knew he won in this game, because as he said that, you felt your confidence evaporate from your body. you looked at yeonjun, patting his thighs, not moving his gaze from you. you gulped loudly, swallowing your saliva. you wanted his lips and you were going to kiss it no matter what things you had to do for it.

you slowly leaned towards his seat, moving one of you legs to the drivers side. you almost stumbled on the gear shift, but as soon as your legs stood between yeonjun's, his hand moved to your waist and guided you to his thighs. you've finally sat down, facing your best friend. you were silently watching him, not sure what you're supposed to do. almost like you didn't move to his seat just to kiss him. his head was resting on the headrest, as he admired your beautiful face with a slight smile.

"what are you waiting for?" he asked quietly while his smile turned into a smirk, his eyes dropping to your lips. you could swear he was doing it all on purpose. you raised one of your brows and slowly started moving towards his face. you knew he was also getting impatient but you wanted to tease him. when your noses finally touched, he had already opened his mouth, waiting for you. you chuckled.

"and i am the needy one?" you whispered and your lips collapsed before he was even able to respond to your comment. but it didn't bother him as long as he could kiss you again. this kiss was even more desperate and greedy, if it was even possible. jun rested his hands on you thighs, gently squeezing them while your hands were laying on boy's arms, near the crook of his neck. you felt the tingling sensation on your lower lip, soon realizing it was yeonjun's tongue asking for permission to enter. you hesitantly opened your mouth, letting him in.

you weren't inexperienced but you didn't want to do anything stupid with yeonjun. you trusted him but you also didn't want to scare him away or come off as a complete idiot. jun seeing you doubting yourself and becoming tense, moved one of his hands to your face, parting from your lips for a second.

"just relax, you're safe with me" he whispered in your lips and brushed your cheek with his thumb. you smiled and nodded and immediately met his lips with your own. choi didn't waste no time and slid his tongue back into your mouth. you felt brave enough to repeat his actions and let him deepen the kiss. you felt the heat rising up, your cheeks were burning and the only thing you could think of was how good you felt.

yeonjun's another hand started genlty sliding on your thigh it was resting on, sending pleasant sensations through your body. with every minute you started getting more relaxed and confident. suddenly, an idea came to your mind. you weren't sure if your friend would like it but you decided to take the lead for a second and surprise him. you put pressure on boy's arms leading him to lean on the seat and give you better access. you felt he was slightly confused, but soon gave in. when he tilted his head to the back, you slowly wrapped your lips around his tongue and started sucking on it. you heard yeonjun humming in pleasure sending you vibrations, you thought reached even your brain.

you added motion, sending yeonjun on cloud nine. you could hear silent noises he made every time you moved your head making this situation even hotter. your ears detected a sound from the outside, but you didn't bother to open your eyes, you were in too much pleasure to be distracted now. you soon realized it started raining which only added vibe.

you've eventually let go of yeonjun's tongue which made him dissatisfied because a frown appeared on his face as soon as you moved back. he didn't want to let you go, so he immediately pulled you back to the kiss. you tilted your head, giving him better access and he deepened the kiss again. his hands traveled to your hips, pulling you closer to him and your own hands slid down to the back of his neck, gently wrapping it.

you felt yeonjun's teeth delicately grasping on your lower lip and pulling away to look at you. soon after he sucked on it, taking example from your earlier actions. you swore that you would let him do whatever he wanted to you, as long as it was as pleasant as it was right now. you heard him hum, content that it was giving him as much pleasure as it was giving you. suddenly, boy let your lip free and gently pressed a soft kiss on your jaw. you tilted your head more, and a sudden sigh left your lips.

"do you like that?" he asked, pressing another kiss right below your jaw. you were only able to hum in response which made him smirk once again. first kisses were short and gentle. but soon enough they became longer and more intense, making your brain completely blank out of pleasure. you started breathing heavily, losing your mind. you've never felt this good in your life. and who would've thought it would be your best friend making you feel this way?

you suddenly felt a sharp sensation on your neck which you, weirdly, liked. yeonjun bit your soft skin causing irritation but you didn't mind at all. the sensation on its own made another sound leave your mouth. you noticed he liked the sounds you were making cause he sighed or hummed every time he heard you. choi's lips finally stuck to your neck, as he started to suck on your skin and gently bite it.

"yeonjunnie" you whimpered, which you weren't even aware of, if it wasn't for the boy to look up at you. you felt embarrased for making so much noise and immediately blushed.

"do you want me to stop?" he asked looking at you with care. you blinked for a few times, not sure how to use brain anymore.

"no, please, do it again" you responded completely dumb at this point and saw yeonjun's bright smile in response.

your friend came back to your neck, and sucked on it again, leaving bruises on your flawless skin. your hand slid into his hair gently pulling it every time you felt this overwhelming pleasure. you opened your mouth desperately gasping for air, unable of normal breathing. yeonjun kissed every hickey he left on your beautiful neck and after he was done, he looked at you, smiling. both of you were breathing heavily, and both of you felt like the happiest, luckiest people on Earth. you kissed for the last time but this kiss wasn't rushed. it was the way you both wanted to tell each other how you feel.

that's when you heard a loud sound outside.you finally came back from cloud nine to the reality and noticed you're outside, in the middle of a thunder.

"i think we should go home" you suggested, smiling awkwardly, looking at him, your hands still at the back of his neck.

"your home or my home?" he joked, smiling back at you.

you laughed smacking his arm and shook your head in disbelief. he still was your yeonjun who made flirty jokes and was overly protective of you. but this time… he really was yours?

♡︎❀☆

aaah i hope you liked it, i feel like the ending is a bit off but i didn't want to force it and make it too long, i felt like describing yeonjun dropping reader off at their house and making this 'happy ending' would feel so out of place so i just ended it like this T-T hope it's fine tho!! hope you enjoyed you unholy fuckers:3

~ jules

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rcksmith · 3 years ago

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Lust — Kaz Brekker

Gif by @kitsyoung

Request: “Hey. I really like your writing and I was wondering if you would consider writing a Kaz piece with the smut prompts 76, 1 & 33. Obviously with your au rules. If it’s too much I completely understand tho”

“7, 17, 36, and 73 from the smut list for Kaz Brekker please? If not, no worries! 💖 Thank you!”

“Holy shit that last kaz brekker smut- AMAZING. Was wondering if you could write another smut with smut prompt #6? Of course if this bothers you just ignore it. Thank you so much 🥰”

Smut prompts:

1. “You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat.”

6. “Do you think of me when you touch yourself?”

7. “The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”

17. “after that little stunt? you’re not getting off that easy”

33. “Maybe I should get you a collar so you don’t forget who you belong to.”

36. "If I have to pull over, you won’t be able to walk for the next week.“

73. “You know, you look real pretty when you cry.”

76. “Shh, don’t worry, I’ll take very good care of you.”

Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, explicit smut, dirty thoughts, dirty talk, nsfw, jealous, mention of fight.

Word count: 5k

A/N: All smut requests for Kaz must follow these rules.

Thank you so much for the requests and for all affection 💖 I decided to compile these requests, since they were the same central plot. I added all the elements that were asked for individually, and made sure that all ideas were respected and written down. I hope you like it and good reading.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

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There is a theory that always, somewhere, there will be a person capable of making you lose your breath, and your reasoning, whenever he appears on the scene. Someone who robs you of your breath, your heartbeat, your ability to think clearly and your control to keep your hands not shaking.

And Kaz Brekker would always be that person for you.

From the first time you laid eyes on him, it's been a feeling of dying and going to heaven. Except that Heaven was, in reality, a hot, burning hell. Where your greatest punishment was being forced to watch his tall figure, who exuded masculinity by every inch, walking in front of you like a Renaissance painting very superb.

Nothing that Van Gogh, Da Vinci, and Picasso created has bordered on the personification of beauty that he was.

Kaz was beautiful in a very mysterious, dangerous and chilling way. You would describe his aura as the height of midnight in an enigmatic city, his hair the color of the core of sin and his features as lines that the god Ares would have drawn. Everything about him reeked of the fog of suspense stories, with a touch of lust.

All the looks he directed at you were caustic, flickering and intense as a candle flame, reverberating through your veins like angry eels and always make the room feeling charged with electricity, like the ground after the fall of a lightning. Everything between the two of you seemed to be filled with something fiery and arcane. From the gazes, the rubbing of shoulders, the times when the skins touched. Everything was a compilation of sensations that make you catch your breath whenever Kaz Brekker appeared.

He was your kryptonite. In all senses.

And that was exasperating in the extreme, at staggering levels. You felt your center of your sex vibrate whenever he directed you that voice whit baritone intonation and predatory looks, whenever the button-down shirts were tight enough for you to revel in the contours of his body, or sometimes when he wore the cane to signal or stopper something. This was the worst of them. His cane.

Have you lost count of how many times Kaz stopped you as counting money, by putting the tip of the cane over your hands, or stopped you from going somewhere by blocking your path with the cane, lifting the object horizontally in front of your belly. And every time you felt your legs tremble, your breath fade and a very dirty part of your brain whisper that you wanted him to use that object in you in more fun ways.

Your body was so responsive that there were times when you knew, with every fiber of your soul, that Kaz was able to read the paths in which your thoughts wandered. He lowered his gaze to you, in that breathless connection that promised to contain the most nefarious paths of sin, and maliciously curved the left corner of his lips in an arrogant, oblique expression. At such times, you could feel in your soul the words he did not say:

I know the perverted things that you are thinking.

And the truth was, he really knew. Kaz memorized every change in your breathing, every blush on your cheeks, every trembling of your hands, every your trembling look whit a frightened girl who had been caught thinking of something impure. He knew how your body was responsive, needy. And he himself had to control himself not to push you over the desk in his office and fuck you like an aggressive animal, bringing all your perverted thoughts to life.

It wasn't his physical reactions that kept him from taking action, but an even more visseral reaction than the pulsing desire he felt for you. Mine. The primal, determined, burning sensation of possession. That it ran through his veins like hot, bubbling lava. The desire was familiar, but this statement, not. Like the jealousy he felt for you, he quickly recognized the danger he was in.

If Kaz touched you…he knew he would never be able to let you go.

Mine. A statement that resonated spontaneously whenever he saw you, a testament to the reactions the two of you triggered in each other. However, not even the awareness of the dangerous game that was between you was able to dispel the climate of provocative sensuality that pulsed in the places whenever the two of you were together.

It was like playing with a powerful drug. One slip and he would be addicted forever.

On days like this, when Kaz had just come out of an exasperating meeting with Peka, a businessman and mobster who was always looking for ways to try and bring Kaz down, his already bad temper turned to terrible. He felt compelled to break something, drink a whole bottle of the best English whiskey in that club, and punch someone. Kaz felt the anger pulse through his veins, in a pure and perfect way.

He left the office, turning off his cell phone so he wouldn't be disturbed and descending the stairs to the center of his Crow Club, mind buzzing and anger seeping in his blood. He needed to unwind, maybe get into the car and head home. Maybe actually drink that whiskey bottle. Maybe both.

Kaz was about to take another step down, running a gloved hand through his hair to get it out of his eyes, when his gaze met your figure. And that was when the already terrible temper rose to the very badly.

Normally, a vision like that would have just bothered him, a compulsion to do something. But that day, Kaz was at the height of his angriest feelings. And seeing you, bold as a goddess in that little black dress, next to Jesper at the gambling table and flirting with a guy to your left, did things with every last bit of patience and self-control he had.

His eyes never left you as he took another step, running his hand through his hair again to contain the unruly strands. You were laughing, downing another drink and placing a card on the table. You turn back to the man to your left, your eyelashes fluttered gracefully in a promise to allow him to guide your rein tonight.

But there would be no goddamn rein for that fucking guy to guide.

Kaz gripped his cane tightly, descending the other short stairs and advancing toward your with dangerous, determined, and angry steps.

"...in this part of the year, criminal law cases drop a lot." The damn guy was telling you, his boring blond hair falling over his blue eyes in a way Kaz found annoying.

To fucking hell with that blond-haired Dande.

“Y/n, Jesper!” Kaz tapped the end of his cane on the table, stopping the cards under the polished wooden end.

Everyone at the table looked at him startled, their actions frozen. He saw you swallow hard, a soft tremor sigh in your shoulders.

Good!

“Shouldn't you be at the door?” Kaz turned to Jesper, his eyes sparks with annoyance.

“Right now, Boss.” He stood up, giving you a strained smile and heading towards the door.

“Kaz…” You started, voice softly intoxicated.

You knew you weren't supposed to be at the gambling table, let alone so late at night and drunk, even if Jesper was by your side. You had the ability to win every play, in any game, and that ended up not only driving the others away, but leaving the men, already drunk and irrational, aggressive and with an extremely bruised ego. And they almost always wanted to retaliate physically. As much as there were security guards and cameras everywhere to keep something bad from happening, Kaz couldn't stand the thought of someone hurting you. Not even blinking insultingly in your direction.

He sent you an icy, sharp, steady look. A clear warning for you to stop there any excuse you were about to give. To be careful with the next words you would say. You swallowed hard, looking away and getting up from the table. Slightly wobbly from the drink, you fished your coat from the chair next to you, giving a strained, apologetic smile to the guy you'd been flirting with so far.

“I better go home and call an uber and…” You started, but Kaz cut your sentence.

“I'll driver you.”

His tone exuded annoyance and impatience, giving no opening to any objections, demonstrating that he was in no mood for games. Much less defiance of his orders. You knew him too well to recognize that that night had pulled his nerves beyond what he could handle, the strain and irritation in his eyes told you something had happened beyond what you knew. His jaw, straight and strong as glass, was clenched tightly, his night-colored hair was disheveled in an overwhelmingly attractive way, and his black robes sinfully marred every line of his body.

You should have become wary of the dangerous energy that he exuded through every pore at that moment. However, to your inebriated and excited brain, Kaz Brekker has never looked so fucking hot! Your underbelly vibrated in response to the personification of sin that Kaz was, your heart racing at alarming levels as you followed him out, walking over to his car.

Like every piece of Brekker's clothing, his car was sleek black, with big black wheels, tinted glass and dark leather seats. Hades' chariot. You felt your breath catch when Kaz opened the passenger door for you, his eyes avoiding yours, his jaw still clenched and dangerous energy exhaling through every fiber of his tall, lean body.

Holy Mother of God, this man was a perdition!

Kaz contained an instinctive desire to go back inside and tell that aspiring Dande that you weren't available. Instead, he closed the door when you got in and turned around in the car, closing his own and squeezing the steering wheel harder than he would have liked.

Midnight height light streamed in through the darkened car windows and gently illuminated the curve of your cheek, highlighting your skin that Kaz might have named the color of the gods. So much attention was too seductive. Emotions and reactions still bubbled through each his vein like scandant water, mingling with months of frustrated desires and burning sexual tension.

At that moment, jealousy laced him. Mine. Amazing and at the same time propelled by dangerous strength, Kaz tried to trap that feeling back into the dungeon of his soul. He controlled his fury, yet he couldn't completely tame. Annoyance turned to anger. Starting driving the car forward, Kaz tried to think of anything but how you looked like the Goddess Aphrodite on that dark bench. Splendid as a heat ray in a winter day.

“Kaz…” You started, that gentle, repentant tone that stirred every spark in his soul.

He hated how his name on your lips sounded so sensual, so right and so delicious. He would give everything he had to hear you moan his name.

“Don't start” he warned, now not because of latent annoyance, but because he didn't know if he could stop himself if he heard your voice.

However, you didn't make things any easier for him.

"You don't have to be so angry." You go "I wasn't even using all my intellect on the game, I wasn't trying to win."

Kaz didn't even know if that was the core of the problem anymore. Was he angry that you went to a table where it was dangerous? Yes. But the waters were much deeper than that, much more dangerous. The way your smile, sweet and sensual, was directed at that guy, reeled in Kaz's mind, impregnated with the plague. He felt the blood burn in his veins just remembering how melted you looked for that man. And as much as he couldn't blame you, because you were free and single, the primal, irrational part of him screamed so much louder now.

Mine.

“This does not matter anymore.” It was the only thing he managed to say, the very sensations drowning him.

“And it wasn't even that dangerous.” But unlike him, you were obliterating the burning emotions that Kaz exuded. “There were only a few players drunker than a door, and Jesper was on my side, and also James, who was very charming and...”

Kaz almost lost direction, making the car bounce smoothly. He staked his eyes at you, puzzled and bubbling.

“James?”

“Yeah, the blond guy who…”

"I don't want to know, Y/n." He cut you off "I don't want to hear about the guys you allow to drool around you like mangy dogs."

The distilled rage was impossible to contain, and before Kaz knew it, the words were out. He turned forward again, his hands tighter on the steering wheel.

“Wait…” Your tone was slightly smug, and the way you rubbed one thigh against the other was impossible for Kaz to miss.

The grip on the steering wheel tightened.

“You are jealous?” Your intonation dropped to a low, sensual, provocative level.

Suddenly, Kaz's entire body became very aware of your body inches away. He could feel the heat that you radiated and the lyrical, sweet and sinful scent of your perfume flooded all his senses. The air grew thin, puffy and stuffy, and if it had been December cold outside, Kaz would still feel the height of summer in that car. Flashes of excitement and danger rippled through the car, and the brief silence grew even more charged with sexual tension and lustful anticipation that stirred every fiber of Kaz's being.

He made the mistake of looking at you again, and your softly mischievous smile that promised a lifetime of satisfied desires only served to incite his madness. Kaz had never understood how a man could want a woman so badly that he acted irrationally and carelessly. But now he understood. And when he realized you tried to stifle a sensual sigh from the way he was looking at you, his body won the fight against his mind and Kaz stopped abruptly the car at the red traffic light.

The sexual tension between you had become unbearable. In one moment, Kaz was fighting the series of overwhelming and disturbing emotions that dominated his entire being, and in the next moment, he had taken your mouth with his in a fiery, fierce, animal kiss. Stealing all the air from both of you, his thoughts, and his sanity.

He held your face firmly in his hands, his fingers going down to the strands of hair at the nape of your neck, turning everything into something more caustic and desperate. Yours hands went to his arms, moving up to his shoulders and cupping the sides of his neck, pulling him closer. Kaz's tongue inched into your mouth without waiting for permission, conquering and claiming every fiber of your body, of your soul, in a continued of kisses you couldn't tell where one ended and another began.

The moan of satisfaction you let out gave him a lust and desire unlike anything Brekker had ever felt. Like hot, addictive honey down in his throat. He was still gripped by jealousy, annoyance and possessiveness. With the desire for you pulsing in his body just like his heartbeat.

Kaz pulled back millimetrically, his blue eyes overshadowed by the heat of the moment, his lips red and swollen from the sinful kisses he gave you. At that moment, Kaz Brekker looked like an angry young God, and you've never felt more attracted to someone in your life than you are now.

You looked at him, panting and needy, wishing with all your might that he repeat the same actions. And you knew he realized that. Perfectly. You saw the spark of male satisfaction ignite in his eyes as he absorbed your desire. He was so close... so very close, and you couldn't stand the enormous anxiety for a caress, a kiss, anything.

His cocky smile intensified as you put more pressure in your touch his skin, your fingers trailing down his neck and back to his shoulders, silently pleading for him to do something with you. Anything he wanted.

Kaz lowered his one gloved hand to your jaw, thumb and forefinger squeezing your chin and making you look at him directly, you staring into the deep, shrewd blue of his eyes. He pulled you closer by the grip on your chin, the husky, erotic words hitting your lips like a promise of sin as he said:

“Maybe I should get you a collar so you don't forget who you belong to.”

It was impossible to control the loud, needy sigh that escaped, your center throbbing in despair and wetting the thin cloth of your panties. You wanted he to touch you more, pull your body against his until there was not a single sigh left, claim your soul and your body as his. You had parted your lips to say something, most likely a plea for him to continue, but the traffic light turned green and Kaz took his hands off you, straightening up on the bench and putting the car move.

In the absence of his warmth, his body, you felt cold, empty and frozen. As if Kaz were your sun and you were Icarus. Feeling the compulsion to need to get closer, complete its magnitude and bask in his rays. Every cell in your body begged for him, in needy and submissive requests, telling you to accept anything he told you, that he gave you, as long as it touched you.

“If I knew that to make you kiss me I would have to flirt with someone else, I would have done it a long time ago.” You teased, a satisfied, malicious smile on your lips.

Kaz looked at you in annoyance. In a clear warning that you should never more do that again.

"If you wanted me to kiss you like the brat you are, you just needed to have asked." He countered your game to the full.

"But if I want more than that?" But just as he knew how to play, so did you.

You swiped the tip of your tongue across your lips, kicking off your shoes and pulling your legs over the dashboard of the car, exposing your nearly bare thighs through the thin black fabric of your dress. Your actions instantly caught Kaz's eyes, and his grip on the steering wheel grew stronger and his breathing heavier.

The air inside the car became more ardent, burn, charged with eroticism and lust that left both of you breathless. An electrifying energy coursed through their bodies, as if they had been struck by a bolt of fire. You wanted him in a way you never thought you could want anyone.

Kaz took a deep breath, and looked at you with dangerous predator eyes as he said:

"If I have to pull over, you won't be able to walk for the next week."

The words made your body tremble. But if Kaz was trying to dissuade you, that was the last thing he should have told you. Instead of taming the fire inside you, it threw gasoline into the aggressive fire. You pressed your thighs together, your body sensitive to his words filled with burning promise.

In five minutes of insane courage, you took your feet off the dashboard, leaned toward Kaz, and brushed his neck with your lips. In slow, burning, hot kisses, you traced a path to the pulse in his neck, opening your lips slightly to brush your tongue over that pulse point.

“Please.” You beg.

Kaz's moan was low, but loud enough in your mind. You were being his undoing and you knew it. Suddenly, the car veered to the right and came to an abrupt stop. You would have lost your balance if Kaz's hands hadn't clung to your waist, pulling you in one movement to his left thigh, pressing your soaked core into the black fabric of his pants.

You gasped loudly, or he, or both. And in the next moment, his mouth was on yours again. The kiss was more aggressive, possessive, angry and ardent. Kaz kissed you as if he wanted to decree you his, proclaim his possession. You didn't see when he removed his gloves, but the touch of his skin with on your thighs was all you could think of.

“Kaz…” You moaned into his mouth, and the grip on your thighs moved up to your hip, digging his fingers into your thin dress-covered skin with such force it was sure to leave marks tomorrow. "Please."

You knew what you were begging for, but the moment Kaz forced your waist to move against his thigh, rubbing your pulsing core against his thigh, you forgot even your own name. And Kaz knew it. Then, like dominant man who wanted to see you surrendered to him that he was, his mouth went to your ear as he whispered:

"Do you want me to fuck you?" Kaz wiggled his thigh against you, making your clit roll against the soggy fabric of your panties.

You moaned loudly, your hands tightening on his shirt, your face hiding in his chest as an overwhelming, aching pleasure invaded your system. It felt good, but unbearable for being so little, churning something in your belly that made you despair for more.

"Y-yes." You whimpered, rolling your hips on his thigh.

Kaz's bare hand crept up the slit between your thighs, your dress already balled up at the top of your waist, and dipped his fingers into the juncture of your pussy and his thigh, pulling your panties to the side and making you feel the fabric of his dark pants against your wet, hot flesh. You moaned louder, your grip on his shirt tighter and your hips rocked harder for have any friction.

“Do you want me to fuck you like the little slut you are? Is that what you've wanted all this time?” His words, husky and strong, in that intense, dominant intonation, sent all your self-control to hell.

"Yes." You sobbed. “I-I need you."

But his hand in your panties went up to your chin, and he forced you to look him in the eye once more. The electric intensity of that look turned you on even more, making you gasp as his thigh still rocked against your throbbing clit.

“After that little stunt? you’re not getting off that easy” It was very hard to think with all the stimuli he was giving you, but the thunderous blue eyes warned you to pay attention to his words “Do you think you deserve me to fuck you?”

His gaze invaded you so deep and so warm and intense that you wondered if he was trying to leave a burning imprint on your soul. All over your body, overwhelming desires resonated, and you gave in to the compulsion to roll his thigh further, whimpering from the pressure on your clit.

"I'm s-so sorry." You whimpered, eyes pleading with he "It won't happen again."

"Won't happen what?" He tightened his grip on your chin, not painfully, but firmly to get your attention.

"It won't happen again, Sir."

The reward for your obedience came in an aggressive, hungry kiss, his hand in your chin dropping for your hip and wiggle his thigh at your needy pussy.

"Do you want to cum?" He teased you.

"Yes, S-sir."

"The only way you're getting off is on my thigh."

Then, as if to reiterate his statement, his mouth clutte to yours once more, his thigh swayed with more vigor and his bare hands moved up to the neckline of your dress.

His warm palms and long fingers lowered the straps of your dress and released your braless breasts, your nipples hard with pleasure and your breasts swollen with arousal.

Your moan was muffled by Kaz's, and he just released your mouth to lower his lips to your left breast, capturing the innocent nipple with his mouth and rolling his tongue across your flesh. You moaned louder, your waist twisting desperately against his thigh as your hands tangled in the strands of his black hair.

Kaz delighted in every inch of you, his hands going back to your waist as his mouth attacked your other breast, leaving a trail of hot saliva on his tight, needy nipples. Brekker was consumed by a fierce hunger and need, so overpowering that he pressed his fingers to your skin as if you were his last meal. He'd wanted for so long to do all that, to dive into your body like a starving man, savoring every inch of your warm skin.

Letting out a loud, delighted moan, Kaz increased his thigh movements as he suckled on your nipple, feeling flung to hell heaven as you squealed softly and collapsed onto his thigh, smearing his black fabric with your hot cum. But Kaz couldn't care less about the fucking pants. His cock hard and rigid as a sword hilt throbbed desperately, commanding him to sink into the heat of your slippery walls.

"This is much better than I dreamin." You whimpered softly, your face still buried in his neck, your waist wiggling slyly in his thigh.

"Do you think of me when you touch yourself?" He teased you, taking his hands to your panties away from the center of your pussy and pulling them between your legs, tucking them in his pants pocket.

You nodded, your mouth dipping into his neck in broken kisses as your hands went to his pants belt, trying to get rid of any barrier between the two of you as quickly as possible.

"Please, please." You begged, flustered as Kaz stopped your hip movements with his hands "I need to feel you inside me."

Your plea was sated with an arrogant kiss as Kaz reached for his pants, pulling the fabric of the boxer together and letting pop out his dick throbbing, pulsing and his swollen head, brushing in your pussy with lazy strides.

"S-sir!" You cried, trying to earn more.

"Shh, don’t worry, I’ll take very good care of you."

The strong, long arm wrapped around your waist, pressing your chest against his chest as Kaz guided his dick to the entrance to your pussy, with one hand. He play whit you, pressing his head into your entrance just enough to make you feel the pressure, recoiling when you swayed frantically for more. The painful pleasure sent tears to your eyes, and you sobbed loudly as you were just toy in his hands.

A few hot tears ran down your face as you whimpered, helpless in his arms to get what you wanted.

"You know, you look real pretty when you cry." Kaz pressed his mouth to yours.

In that second, he completely sank his dick into you, swallowing your loud scream as the thickness of it widened you and hit the bottom of the well. The grip of his arm around you tightened, and Kaz lifted you and brought you let down badly, drown his dick even more deeply inside your hot, wet, desperate walls.

"S-sir!" You moaned loudly, his mouth leaving yours, but not pulling away enough and letting you feel his hard breath hit your lips.

You followed his thrusts, bouncing your waist up and down hard and letting his dick beat frantically inside you, robbing you of your breath and your ability to think. Your moans mingled with his, the pornographic sounds of their bodies crashing together were loud and you thanked God the car windows were black and the street was deserted.

"So fucking good slut!" Kaz growled against your lips, one hand leaving your body to snake down to your throat, maintaining a firm, dominant grip.

You moaned his name and his title between loud moans and broken sobs. Yours hands closed around the shirt off his shoulders and the waist shimmied between the thrusts, making sure his dick was completely inside you.

“You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat!” Kaz tightened his grip on yoir neck, watching you tilt your head back and expose your entire body to the delight of his eyes.

He growled louder, spurred on by that sinful sight, and increased the rhythm that pounded inside you, filling every inch of you and sinking down as anatomically as possible. Kaz felt possessed by a wild beast, insatiable and euphoric, and each thrust he gave you was more force he inflicted on you, marking you as his.

Kaz pulled your neck to him, pressing your mouth to his as he growled against your lips: “Mine.”

You nodded frantically, the apex bursting in a burst of pleasure as his dick came out and sank in hard, desperate, urgent strokes.

“Yours”

You promised, kissing him urgently and swallowing a low cry as his dick shuddered inside you, flooding you with the hot liquid until your walls overflowed, giving you a feeling of being incredibly full. You whimpered into his mouth, exchanging a sloppy kiss as Kaz gave you a few more thrusts, making sure his cum would fill your every inch, not letting you dare waste a drop.

“Mine” he repeated through the kiss.

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xiaoingly · 3 years ago

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license and registration | modern au.

art credit: asagizuisen on twitter.

pairing: reader x childe x zhongli

summary: it was just to your luck to come across two police officers after a night of drinking. however, when your drunk state allowed you to be brutally honest about your lust, you get a once-in-a-lifetime uppertunity to spend the night in their vehicle.

warnings: threesome, dom!zhongli, very slight switch!childe, sub!reader, oral(receiving), a bit of zhongchi, choking, praise kink(and a bit degration), penetration, edging, overstimulation, zhongli and childe are literally fucking your brains out.

word count: 3715

A/N: this is my first work! i do hope everyone enjoys this tho <3 i did proof read, but there could be some mistakes so bare with me lol

You laughed as you drove yourself home, still thinking of the events that took place tonight. Of course that led to consequences like driving home in a very drunk state, but you weren't about to keep two horny couples company, so fastest route out of there it is. You were aware of your current state, and tried your utter best to focus on the road, but you had to admit how hard it was getting. With tired eyes, you drove past the dark road. But your eyes widened almost immediately as you spotted something a few miles away.

A police car.

Dozens of curses left your lips as you drove closer and closer, blaming your friend for bringing you in this state. If it wasn't for them, you wouldn't even be at their house, or drinking. You knew you needed the break more than anything, but blaming someone seemed easier to you. You bit your lip, trying to think of ways to escape, but there weren't any side roads, and if you took a turn now, they would definitely notice. Maybe I could flirt my way out, you thought, but you shook your head. You knew better than to flirt with police officers.

Your drunk self seemed to disagree.

You gulped as you saw a hand lift up, motioning for you to stop. You did what was asked, trying not to sink in your seat as your eyes met one of the officers. His sharp glare made your stomach twist, wondering in how much trouble you must be in.

You rolled down your window, watching in the rear view mirror as another officer leaned against the car casually. He seemed different from the one you just saw, just as beautiful but with a touch of color. You thought it was his ginger hair that seemed to look almost too perfect on him. He wasn't glaring, but seemed to be hiding a smirk. You wondered why. But your thoughts were cut off when the dark haired officer made his way towards your car, his piercing eyes catching your attention almost immediately.

"Miss, are you aware of fast you were driving just now?"

Fuck. That's all your mind said. His voice was unlike anything you've ever heard, so deep to the point where you questioned your sanity around him. You knew that this was your drunk state talking, but something about his voice really made you feel a certain way.

"Miss?" The officer called out, and you broke out of your dirty thoughts, blinking twice as his eyes glared at you. "Not really." You managed to breathe out, your honesty almost causing you pain. You watched as the officer's eyes narrowed, leaning down to your window. You let out a shaky breath as he stared at you, your stomach twisting when his golden eyes took you in. "Miss, are you drunk?" You let out a chuckle at the officer's question, watching as he raised his eyebrow at you. "Is it that obvious? Thought my attraction for you might've covered it up." You slurred, almost cringing at the words that left your lips just now, but the other officer seemed to enjoy it, his joyful laugh catching your ears from all the way to their car. The black haired officer sighed, standing up straight. He glanced at the other officer leaning against their car, who seemed to take the hint.

He walked towards your car, biting the inside of your cheek as the elegance of his walk made your stomach twist. Something was wrong with you, and it was beginning to show. You tried to compose yourself when the ginger haired officer reached your car, leaning down with a smirk plastered on his face. "Trying to tame a beast, aren't we?" You blushed at his words, nodding your head. "He's hot." You exclaimed, the ginger haired officer chuckling at your words. The dark haired officer rolled his eyes, snapping at the ginger haired to focus. You heard his name, something like Childe? You found it strange, yet pretty in a way.

"I'm gonna need your license and registration, darling." His smooth voice rang through your ears, and you immediately grabbed your bag. You gave him what he needed, watching as the dark haired officer looked over Childe's shoulder to check your information as well. He gave you your essentials back after a few moments, and you wondered what they were gonna do with you. You were drunk, apparently racing, so you definitely had to expect something. "What are you guys gonna do to me?" You slurred again, realizing how flirty you sounded. Your eyes widened, watching as Childe's eyebrow raised. He smirked, leaning closer to you. "We were gonna let you off with a warning, but is there anything more that you need from us?" Childe returned the flirty tone, watching as you squirmed in your seat. You knew you couldn't deny it the wetness in between your legs, craving for two guys you just met. You were convinced you reached insanity at this point. You couldn't want this, and yet, you did.

"Yes.." Your voice sounded small as you spoke, looking up to the two incredibly hot police officers. Childe glanced at the dark haired officer, whose jaw was evidently clenched. "I'm not fucking a drunk." He spat, his arms crossed as he gave Childe a stern look. You groaned as his words sunk in, squeezing your thighs together to stop the sensation you felt between them. "I'm not drunk!" You exclaimed, growing desperate for a bit of friction. You knew you were starting to grow sober as the situation you were in caught up with you, but still, you found a voice in the back of your head almost dying to be fucked. "Please." You heard yourself beg, looking up to the two officers with pleading eyes. You knew what you were begging for, and that there was probably no turning back. But that didn't matter to you.

"Please what?" The dark haired officer pushed, his head raising a bit to take you in. You felt intimidated by his gaze, but you didn't let that stop you. "Please take me, both of you." You breathed out, staring at both of them to look for any sort of reaction. Childe seemed to be pleased, while the dark haired only clenched his jaw. You wondered whether that was a good or a bad thing.

But you soon got your answer as he hurriedly opened the door of your car, pulling you out of the car before slamming you against it, his lips on yours in a heartbeat. You gasped at the sudden movement, trying to recover but the dark haired man really wasn't letting you. His hands slid around your waist, his tongue clashing with yours in a delicious frenzy. You tried your best to keep up, but your body felt so electric under his touch to the point where you couldn't focus. You finally felt your hands move, going around his neck to pull him closer, running out of air but you honestly couldn't care. His lips were heavenly and that's all that mattered to you. Your eyes opened, locking them with the ginger haired man who stared at you in awe. It was then when you realized that you guys were literally on the side of a street. Panic settled in you, finally pulling away from your new found addiction.

You were out of air, your breathing ragged as you spoke; "W-We're in public."

Childe smirked. "No shit, darling. But I bet that excited you." You blushed, unable to deny that fact. You looked up to the man who's lips were on yours just a second ago. "What's your name?" You asked out of curiosity. "Zhongli." He answered curtly, leaning into your ear. "Remember it well." Your eyes widened, knowing exactly what he was referring to. He grabbed your wrist, pulling you away from your car to theirs. It was understandable since theirs was way bigger.

Zhongli opened the door to the backseat, practically pushing you inside. He walked away, Childe climbing in after you. He had a smirk plastered on his lips, closing the door behind him before making his way towards you. His eyes seemed to be on your lips, causing a burst of confidence to surge through you, pushing yourself up to capture his lips. The taste was intoxicating, your mind going blank when his tongue collided with yours. The other door opened behind you, Zhongli's body catching yours almost immediately. A slam was heard, Zhongli pulling your body up to lean into his. His warmth caused a moan to escape your lips, Childe's lips trailing down your neck, his open mouthed kisses leaving you breathless.

Zhongli's hands trailed down your waist, pulling at your shirt. Childe pulled away to let Zhongli take it off, not wasting a second before clashing his lips with yours again. You felt light headed, the feeling of Childe's lips and Zhongli's hands feeling so damn heavenly. Zhongli pulled your bra off with ease, his hands immediately feeling your breasts in his hands. You moaned into Childe's mouth, pushing yourself into Zhongli's hands. He eagerly accepted your offer, his fingers teasingly trailing around your nipples, causing you to feel desperate. Childe's hands trailed down your stomach, smoothly undoing the buttons of your pants. He pushed them down impatiently along with your underwear, putting you on full display for him. "Wet already?" He exclaimed, his grin almost making you lose control. Your eyes closed when Childe's lips met one of your nipples, a small whine leaving your lips at the sensation. Zhongli massaged the other breast, your back slightly aching against his body when Childe's teeth bit down on your nipple. You let out a quiet moan, your mind blank, Childe and Zhongli being your only remedy at that moment.

You reached for Childe's uniform, eager to take it off. Childe seemed to be feeling the same way, letting you take his clothes off with a grin on his face. "So eager, aren't you?" He whispered, capturing your lips as you continued to take off his remaining clothes from head to waist. You had to keep yourself from gauging as you saw Childe's body, he wasn't too muscled but he definitely worked out, that you could tell. It was then when you felt Zhongli shift behind you, hearing fabric being thrown on the ground with a thud. You couldn't understand how they wore those uniforms all day, they looked so uncomfortable. You were glad they took those off.

You felt Childe's hand travel down your navel, your breathing growing ragged as Zhongli made soft love bites on your skin. Childe teased you, his fingers trailing up and down you thighs, making another whine leave your lips. "Please.." You heard yourself whisper, practically fucking the air at this point. You needed something, anything. The feeling was too much, they were too much. "Patience, darling. You'll get what you need." Childe's voice rang through your ears, placing soft kisses on your skin as Zhongli's love bites turned harsh, causing you to yelp. Childe's fingers itched closer to your clit, playing with the skin on your thighs. You found yourself begging again, your hands moving to grab Childe's hands. But Zhongli didn't seem to like this, instantly grabbing your hands roughly to hold them behind you. "Childe told you to have patience, you are going to listen, aren't you?"

You instantly nodded. "I will." You answered, Zhongli's hands turning your head to capture your lips. You eagerly kissed him back, your tongues meeting each other once again. The feeling felt addictive to you, your mind growing hazy as he sucked on your tongue, small moans leaving your lips at the feeling. "Such a good girl." Childe exclaimed, cooing at your obedience.

A gasp left your lips when Childe's fingers finally touched your clit, your juices making it easier for him to create a pattern. You moaned, relishing in the feeling of finally getting what you needed. Childe teased your entrance, slightly pushing his thumb in. You whined, Childe seeming pleased with your reactions. He pushed one finger in, another gasp leaving your lips. You looked at him, his mischievous smirk almost taking your breath away. He pushed another one in, his fingers beginning a pattern inside of you. You felt relieved, satisfied moans escaping your lips as Zhongli kissed down your neck, his hands finding your breasts once again. A familiar feeling started forming in your stomach, your moans getting louder when Childe's fingers started a faster pace. Your breathing was ragged, your hands finding their way around Zhongli's neck as Childe continued pleasuring you. "F-Fuck, I'm gonna come." You breathed out, a yelp escaping your lips when Childe added a third finger.

The feeling was overwhelming, your legs shaking, your head spinning from both of these men having their hands on you. You were thrown over the edge, aching your back against Zhongli's front as Childe's name left your lips in a loud moan. Your head was thrown back on Zhongli's shoulder, your breathing uneven as you came down from your high. You had to admit how amazing it felt. It seemed you were liking this a bit too much.

You were a mess, but Childe was enjoying it, a sickening smile on his face as he brought his finger over to your mouth. You eagerly sucked on his fingers, making sure to keep both Childe and Zhongli satisfied.

"Turn around." You heard Zhongli speak from behind you, immediately doing as he asked. Once again, you were met by another incredible body. You had ask yourself how you landed here, between two of the sexiest men you've seen in your life. You had to thank your drunk self when you woke up later.

Zhongli grabbed your chin, his lustful lips meeting yours. You felt high as Childe kissed the side of your neck, moaning into Zhongli's mouth when he pinched one of your nipples. You heard shifting behind you, more fabric being thrown to the ground. You didn't expect to feel anything yet, until Childe suddenly pressed himself against you. Your eyes widened unexpectedly .You didn't expect Childe to be this big, starting to wonder how big Zhongli must be then.

Your curiosity got the best of you, leaning down to take off Zhongli's remaining clothes. He let you, watching as you licked your lips. Zhongli's bulge was evident, and it made you excited.

You felt Childe's hands roam your body, slightly pushing you into his chest. You let him, sighing as he placed soft kisses on your neck. You felt high, feeling yourself drowning once again. Zhongli leaned down, capturing your lips with his. Your tongues clashed, gasping slightly when you felt Zhongli press himself against you. "Might be a little rough."

That was all you heard when Zhongli entered you, a little harsher than you expected. Your eyes widened, hands pressing against his shoulders as his length stretched your walls delicously. You whimpered, feeling yourself clench around his cock. Zhongli barely gave you time to get used to his size, immediately pushing his cock further in. You gasped, his sudden pace making you see stars. He seemed to be going in a faster pace than what you had in mind, but for some reason, it only made you more excited.

"Zhongli!" You gasped, your eyes squeezing shut when he fastened his pace. When you felt Childe's hands on your body, you reached behind you, grabbing another unfamiliar cock. Your hands moved up and down his shaft, your pace faltering the more Zhongli plunged into you.

Childe's hands traveled down your navel, your body flinching slightly when he pressed a finger against your clit. "That's right, darling. Take him, take him like the dirty girl you are." He whispered, his bites on your skin making you gasp. Your breathing was a mess as Zhongli continued his torture on your pussy, his hands gripping your waist as he started ramming inside you. Your legs were jelly at this point, thankful that Childe's body was keeping you from falling.

"Yes, yes, yes.." You heard yourself whine as Childe's fingers joined Zhongli's rough pace. You felt a familiar feeling building in your stomach, starting to get desperate for a release. You found yourself meeting Zhongli's thrusts, matching his aggresive pace as your moans grew louder. "I think I'm gonna-"

You heard a grunt. "Don't you fucking dare." Zhongli spat, his eyes trained on his cock entering you. His jaw was clenched, making him look even more ravishing than he already was. You heard Childe chuckle behind you, one of his hands harshly grabbing onto your hair. "So, so pretty." He breathed in your ear, your eyes widening when you felt something poke your behind. "W-wait-" Your sentence was cut off, a yelp escaping your lips when you felt Childe enter you from behind you.

You shook your head a bit violently, Childe's grasp on your hair tightening when you did so. "You asked for this, remember? Take it." He grunted, your breathing ragged as the two men just abused your pussy. In, out. In, out. Your mind chanted, almost missing Childe's hands sneaking around your neck. His grip tightened slightly, barely giving you tme to process what was happening. You found yourself almost chocking on air, your hand flying to Childe's with surprise. He only chuckled, his hands tightening around you. You couldn't breathe, but why was that just turning you on even more?

"She's gonna come." Zhongli stated, and he was right. Childe was barely inside you, and yet you already felt yourself slowly breaking. Zhongli's pace fastened even more, breaking the rhythm he and Childe had created. His thrusts were messy, but powerful. Childe met his thrusts quite quickly, making a sobbing mess out of you. Zhongli suddenly leaned in, your eyes widening when you saw him grab Childe's face, their lips clashing in the most sinful way possible. You lips were parted, watching the scene unfold in front of you. Their tongues clashed, Childe's soft whine reaching your ears when Zhongli harshly sucked on his tongue. Just when you thought this whole thing couldn't get any sexier.

Whatever you just saw, you wanted to see more.

The lewd noises of skin slapping against each other made you whine, the car filled with the sounds of your loud moans and choked cries, as well as grunts from both the guys. The sounds that left your lips felt embarrassing, but you barely had time to focus on that when Childe pushed himself deeper, hitting a certain spot inside you. "Ah, Childe! Slow down!"

You heard him chuckle, pushing your head back to meet his lips. "I could, but I bet you'd cry if I did."

You whimpered, knowing that those words were very true.

Your cries continued, zhongli leaning down to kiss your neck while he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

You're so wet, is it all for us?

Do you like this? Want me to go faster?

Louder, I want to let everyone passing by hear your sweet moans.

You were sweaty, sandwiched between two guys that were making you get a taste of heaven. That thought alone would be able to send you over the edge. "Please!" You managed to choke out, tears running down your eyes as you begged. Childe only chuckled. "You wanna come? Go ahead, darling. Come for us."

You didn't even think twice as you came on both of their cocks, screaming as you came down from your high. Childe released the hold he had on your neck, your body practically falling on Zhongli's chest as you tried to process what just happened. You were completely out of breath, gasping quite loudly, your pussy growing sensitive when both cocks continued thrusting inside you. You whimpered, shaking your head weakly. "N-No more." You cried, but they completely ignored you, Childe's hands wrapping around your waist. He chuckled at your pathetic cries. "Look at you, what a mess, hmm?" He cooed, catching Zhongli's small smirk. You whimpered, hands clutching whatever they could find as both guys overstimulated you.

You couldn't even pull away, completely stuck between them with no escape. You could smell their scents with sweat, hear their heavy breathing and aggressive grunts as their skin slapped against yours. It only seemed to build your second orgasm faster, tears running down your cheeks as you felt their cocks completely destroying your insides. "F-Fuck!" You managed to breathe, your hands finding their way on Zhongli's shoulders again as his thrusts began to fasten even more than before. You could tell he was close, desperate for a release. Childe seemed to be as well, his groans becoming louder with every thrust. "A-Ah, I'm gonna come!"

Childe chuckled in your ear. "Right with you, darling."

You found yourself bouncing on their cocks, ignoring the throbbing pain of being overstimulated as you continued chasing your second orgasm. Both cocks met your thrusts, you just couldn't stop moaning and whining at the roughness of their cocks.

Childe came first, the sounds escaping his mouth almost sounding like a growl as he released his semen on your back. You were second, whimpering as the pain increased. And then Zhongli, the sexiest groan had left his lips when he came on your stomach, completely painting you with their juices. You fell straight onto Zhongli, your legs barely working as he laid down with you on top of him. You tried to turn around and face Childe, calling him over to lay on your stomach. He happily obliged, his head laying a bit too comfortable on your chest.

Your harsh breathing had filled the car's silence, Zhongli playing with the strands of your hair while you wondered how on earth you were going to get home.

"We should do this again." Childe breathed out, looking up from your chest with a mischievous glint in his eyes. For some reason, your cheeks flushed.

They wanna do this again? With me?

Zhongli chuckled from behind me. "I would love having her sprawled across the sheets of my bed."

A/N: tbh.. i only started writing bc of this

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beetsandskzreads · 3 years ago

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silent bright summer night

bang chan x gn!reader, y/n works with skz and became their friend (the ultimate dream haha)

genre: tooth-rotening fluff, slight angst with a happy ending

notes/warnings: nothing intense, this is very fluffy, there's brief mentions of cheating, long distance, y/n's exes, fear of abandonment, slight insecurities, deep talks, reader and chan are slightly wine drunk, y/n and chan are whipped, y/n makes it explicit they want to date someone very warm and caring (aka chan), i don't think that's a warning tho djsjs just saying

scenario: on a balcony, at a beach apartment on a summer night of vacation, y/n opens up to chan about their past and current lovers. what y/n doesn't know is why chan is so interested listening to it.

It was 1:01 am when chan and I found ourselves in the balcony that overlooked the city and it's bright lights on a summer night. Skz had gone to sleep right after all of us came back from a night out of lots of fun, buying stuff on stores by the beach, having ice cream, seeing the view of the city lights reflecting on the sea water, appreciating street artists...

The two of us had been talking the whole evening, we hung out as a group but mostly just spoke to each other and laughed at the members jokes, both of us having a sparkle in our eye every time we saw the group happy. There was this unspoken pleasantness, a bliss, calmness in the air but with a lot of excitement. Chan was so happy to be around the sea with "the kids" as he refers to them and being at the beach almost 24/7 this week, it was like his natural habitat, his home, a comfort place. It left you feeling even softer for him, and as you shared your love for the sea, your feelings were at a peak. You liked Chan, and you loved this place as much as he did.

The night was so great, everyone was out like a lightweight as soon as we arrived to the vacation apartment we're in. Chan and I were testing the theory that a glass of wine would help us get drowsy and help us fall asleep as well, since we both have trouble falling asleep and felt nothing but a remaining excitement from the night out. It came to me especially because of the enthusiasm of talking to him, we were connecting so well, I didn't want this to ever end.

And so we drank (one glass quickly becoming the whole bottle) and we talked for what felt like hours on end, that neither of us wanted to cease.

- My ex best friend, she never quite knew how to choose guys, she always went for the ones that would never turn her way, the ones who obviously wouldn't care about her, not because of her, but because they were really careless guys, walking red flags. - I told him, I couldn't remember where exactly the conversation started but we were talking about nice people picking shitty people to date.

- What about you? - he asked

- Me? I barely even like guys, I mean I do, but I'm really picky actually, I don't allow myself to fall for cold people, I wouldn't forgive myself if I took interest in someone rude, I try so hard to take care of myself so I either stay alone that way or I find someone who makes me feel better, who knows how to take care of me, after all we chase happiness, I think a caring person could do that, someone gentle who isn't scared of emotions or who at least is open to face that fear with me by their side.

- I get it, it's hard to get by if you don't have emotional support, a partner should be able to provide that support, yeah. Did you ever... find someone like that?

- Yeah, in the past I did and even now I do know someone more than ideal... I guess my ex partners when I was young were going through a soft phase tho... I guess everyone has an emotional limit they were scared to cross... once I found that barrier the relationship stoped evolving, reached a dead end and so there was nothing left for me anymore and I left, plus, you know, cheating, long distance, a bunch of stuff really... it wasn't meant to be and I'm okay with that.

- What about that someone right now?

Silence ruled for about 3 seconds before I knew what to say. That someone right now is him. Ever since I've known him feels like he's the only man ever, but I don't think I'd tell him that, not soon anyways.

- What about 'em?

- What's that person like? What makes you trust they're any different from your exes?

- Sometimes I fear they're not, but I set the bar really high and I reset it constantly, to make sure I'm seeing it right, sometimes they seem so perfect to me that I wonder what good have i done in my past life to deserve to be around such a bright person. Of course they make mistakes too, but even the way they deal with them is so... mature, it's so easy to just solve things communicating, it's insane to me. Then I remember it's probably because they're eventually gonna leave me too, or just not reciprocate my feelings and after they break my heart I'll probably loose all hope in love, be heart broken for two years until I decide I'm gonna focus on myself again... it's a cycle after heartbreak, but with this person I'm really scared, because they mean more. I'm way too deep in before I've even expressed my feelings, it's gonna be devastating. - I'm rambling, the wine made me do it.

- What makes you think they wouldn't like you back tho?

- I'm not sure I just... it would be too good to be true and it's complicated... he's amazing and I'm just not sure if he'd be into me, I mean, I think I'm lovable and I think I'd be a great lover, I just don't know if I'm his type or if he'd consider me. We have a bit of an age gap, I'm not someone who's typically pretty or specially good looking, I have my charms but I have no idea if that's enough for him to be in love. It's complicated with each others work too... - I notice chan's gaze on me, he has his head leaned on his hand on the table and he's looking at me with bright eyes, eyes that look tired and a little drunk but somehow, he manages to look at me in a way that makes me feel adored, I don't know why you have to make me feel so much love, Bang Chan - Why are you looking at me like that?

- You have no idea how other people perceive you, do you? - he ignored your question, probably because of his drunk-ish drowsy state - Everyone I know likes you, see, you're a naturally kind and caring person, you're attentive to people's needs, you make sure everyone feels comfortable around you... that's so appreciated by everyone. I think you're exceptional y/n, you have this charismatic way of existing, a refreshing and comfy presence everyone can feel, but to me... it feels like home. You feel like home y/n. So... I have no idea who that person is but I sure as hell know they'd be more than lucky to have you as a partner and they're definitely dumb if they let you go.

- Are you dumb? - my heart's pounding quicker as I'm about to do something I didn't plan on doing ever.

- Huh? No, why w-

- Because that person is you... I like you, Chan. In a more-than-friends way - I interrupt him quickly before I lose my newly found courage.

Chan could've sworn his heart stopped for a few seconds. Suddenly sobriety hit him like a truck. It was the alcohol that made you say that, he thought, but he wished it was true and you didn't drink enough to be lying about this kind of stuff, you had a full on conversation and you seemed pretty sober.

- Y-y/n are you sober? - he tries to navigate through the situation.

- Oh my... yeah I am, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything, it just rolled out of my tongue. I'm sorry... - you said as you panicked and tried to go back inside, regret filling up all your organs.

"I messed up" your brain keeps repeating as desperation starts entering your body, until Chan grabbed your hand, stopping you from leaving.

- Wait! You don't need to apologize, I'm glad you told me... You didn't think I'd say all that about you if I didn't like you as well, did you? - he asks suggestively.

- I don't know - you blush as you realize what he's getting at - You're just so nice to everyone, I didn't make a big deal out of it.

- Well, you should've made it a big deal, the biggest deal actually because I've been trying really hard to show you how I feel these past few days and you were so clueless I thought you were purposefully ignoring the signs because you didn't like me back.

- I'm sorry Channie, I just didn't want to assume stuff and get heartbroken if it wasn't true.

-Well it is true, so you don't need to worry anymore. I really like you too, y/n. And I've wanted to say it for a while too, I was just wondering if it was a good idea since you work with us, but I can't contain my feelings anyways... you always treat me so softly and you look after the kids really well... It just feels like you were made to be by my side, you're the embodiment of the person I've always dreamed to be with, and these past few days with the kids and you... it just felt like we were the perfect family you know? I don't think I could be without you by my side anymore... - he stops, he's been staring at your eyes the whole time and now they're starting to water.

How could you not cry when he's saying the things you thought you'd only ever hear in dreams?

- Why are you crying sweetheart? - he whispered, as he wipes a tear with his thumb, the other hand holding your hand as he stands closer every second.

- It's just... I'm so... happy - you smile through your tears - I'm so happy to hear that, you said it in such a beautiful way too... I feel exactly the same, it's like I've gained a family with you guys but you... I've grown really attached to you, feels like some parts of you are tangled in my heart in ways I couldn't tear apart if I wanted to... I'm drawn to you and when I'm with you it's comfortable, blissful, it's right. You're so good to me, it's unbelievable, but it's true, and it warms my heart. - you say as your foreheads touch and your smile grows, his eyes showing so much adoration for you, you could melt.

Suddenly you share your first kiss together, a soft yet passionate mix of sensations, and it felt like everything you ever felt around Chan but better.

You stare into each other's eyes, smiling like the little lovely goofballs you both were, noses touching, ocasional little pecks filled with giggles because you were whipped for each other.

- So this means we're exclusive lovers now, yeah? - he asks with a blushing face, a very silent giggle and a huge, uncontrollable smile.

- Definitely, yeah - you answer biting your lip until eventually you let out the largest smile you ever had.

Needless to say, you didn't leave that balcony to go to sleep that evening. In fact, you two watched the sunrise kissing and cuddling, talking about the feelings you had for each other, when they started, why you liked each other, covered by a blanket, not wanting to let go of each other now that you were openly romantic.

Han found you both sound asleep, you on chan's lap, head on his neck as his arms wrapped around you gently, on a chair in the middle of the morning. He obviously called all the members to watch you two as they assumed you two finally got together. All of them saw it coming, Chan wouldn't shut up about you and had written what could be an entire album about you.

They were happy at least you'd be around more often to cook your delicious food. And you both blushed really hard once you woke up to lot's of teasing from the kids, it was fine tho, you liked it just like this, it was home.

#skz fluff #chan fluff #bang chan scenarios #bang chan oneshot #bang chan imagine #bang chan fluff #stray kids oneshot #stray kids fluff #bang chan angst #chan angst #skz oneshots #skz angst

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jungw8ns · 3 years ago

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ROAD TRIP WITH ENHYPEN's HYUNG LINE !

PAIRING: bf! hyung line enha x gn!reader. GENRE: established relationship, reaction, fluff, crack. WARNINGS: subtle mentions of car crash (in a joking manner). WORD COUNT: 200-300 words.

HEESEUNG: driver's seat.

obv this man is the only one we can trust in driving, so even if he refuses to drive he doesn't have any other choice unless he wants the car doing breakdances on the road 🥰‼️‼️

STAY AWAKE AT ALL TIMES

if you fall asleep on him then you lose bestie i'm sorry to say this but you HAVE to talk with him the whole ride cause this man will actually ask you to pay him a few bucks by the end of the road trip.

well... Maybe you can sleep but that's only if you put up the aux for him so that when he's driving he can sing and listen to music <3

loves it when you're in the freeway and you guys are just vibing to the songs playing, ESP when the windows are down and there are barely any cars in the road

he'd actually stop the car on the side if you guys happen to pass by a really nice place while travelling and the both of you would take pics and all that stuff

likes it a lot when you hold his free hand while he's driving, it makes him feel really giddy inside. he might even place it on your thigh if he's ballsy enough

would most likely be the one to stop by the convience store and hog up all the ramen cause he just KNOWS you will be asking for food every once in a while and he is not about to spend like fifty dollars for your cravings 🙄🙄

UNLESS YOU PAY THO, HE'LL BE PARKING THE CAR TO THE FOOD PLACE AS SOON AS YOU SAY IT'S ON YOU

"riki can you change the song? I don't like this one"

'what you know about rolling down in the DEEP END–'

"NO NO STOP THE CAR ANYTHING BUT THAT 😭😭"

"hyung you're the one driving 🕴️"

don't ask why riki is in the car with you guys cause i also have no idea 🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️

JAY: the only one allowed to touch the aux.

CANCEL IT, DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT GOING TO THE CAR

you're planning on doing a road trip? but jay says he's busy????

let me tell you, jay is the PERFECT road trip partner

not only does he have the most immaculate music taste, he knows how to make it fun and memorable.

the only con about it is that he might end up sleeping thru the first half of the trip, but you don't blame him for it tho, mans has a packed schedule 😔

#bookedandbusy #girlboss

he would drive the car, but...

he's still a bit scared of passing the highway esp when there's a bit of traffic going on, but don't tell him i said that 🤫🤫🤫🤫

since you're the one in the wheel, make sure that you practiced how to look good while driving cause by the end of the trip you WILL want him to be AS WHIPPED for you as before

maybe even drive with one hand and roll your sleeve up a bit if you're wearing one cause HE WILL BE LOOKING AT YOU WITH HEART EYES, I GUARANTEE YOU THAT

maybe even talk about you to the members in their groupchat 🥰🥰🙏🙏

don't even be surprised if he gets a bit clingy after, he likes that he gets to spend some time with you like this

even if you guys were kind if cramped in the car, atleast you guys had fun with each other's presence

10/10 would recommend ‼️‼️

"babe you brought a jacket or a hoodie with you right? I don't want you to get cold cause i know very well that button up is thin"

"yes my wuvy muvy pumkin pie bubba 😈🥰 i did"

"UHH WHAT THE FU–"

when jake said he didn't know how to drive you thought like he was like a beginner that didn't know how to park and all that stuff BUT NO.

ALL HE KNEW WAS HOW TO TURN THE CAR ON 😭😭😭

"don't worry babe after this quick practice i'll be able to drive in no time 😎😎"

JAKE: wannabe driver.

when you guys did a test run on an empty road boy you really thought this was going to go smoothly but you should've never really expect anything cause the second he released clutch and accelerated YOU WERE SENT FLYING ✈️✈️✈️

HE STEPPED ON IT TOO HARD AND THE CAR TURNED OFF

you were thanking the person who invented seatbelts cause you guys would've probably be done for if they didn't exist

you tried again tho, you weren't about to give up on him (even tho you were on the verge to 😔)

you taught him how to get the car moving but turns out you were talking to a brick wall with a dog wallpaper

"jakey listen to me, you won't know the basics if you don't listen"

"i'm sorry :(( you just looked so cool explaining all that stuff that i got distracted"

but after that he did focus on learning.

you let him try again and this time you told him that he shouldn't rush releasing the clutch, and wouldn't you know it HE GOT THE CAR RUNNING 💃🕺💃

the both of you were so surprised but jake still had to keep his eyes on the road so you just ruffled his hair and told him he did a great job

he was so smiley after that omfg 😭😭😭😭

"love, once i get my drivers licence i'll be the one dropping you off to work, i promise 😉✋"

yea.. This man isn't touching the wheel anytime soon

SUNGHOON: the curious cat.

he watched you drive the car with ease and was like:

'my s/o is so perfect omg ❤️__❤️'

but he was very interested in driving tho, or more like he was interested in the one driving it (yes sunghoon is indeed apart of the y/n simp nation 😌)

his eyes then shifted from your face to the stick shift, there were a lot of numbers on the side and he got so confused

'wonder what that's all about'

and so he asked you 😩

"y/n what do these mean?"

he was asking with doe eyes and it was so adorable 😭

you explained it to him and he was so enthusiatic about you doing a few tricks up your sleeve and you just looked at him like 🤨🤨

"excuse me mister, do you want me to crash the car??"

"BOO LAME 🙄 /j"

"yes yes sure park sunghoon, if keeping us safe means i'm a boring person then that's fine with me 😊😒"

NOTE – hellooo writers block has been getting to me these days but i hope you liked this little enha reaction, have a nice day!

#enhypen #jungw8ns #enhypen x reader #enhypen reactions #enhypen hyung line #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #heeseung x reader #jay x reader #jake x reader #sunghoon x reader

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crack-squirrels · 3 years ago

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Hi!!! I saw that you reblogged my post abt writing for HXH characters, so I just wanted to request something for Hisoka if that’s ok!

I love the enemies to lovers dynamic, and I would be really happy if I saw a fic like that!! You don’t have to if you don’t want to tho!

OMG YES YES YES GN ur such a good person for this idea ily also everything is under the cut bc it's long asf sorry and I didn't edit it tbh also now that this is out and finished I'll actually work on my requests lmao

CW: violence, cussing, and some mentions of sex

also I do understand how the heavens arena rules work I don't like them and I don't understand them enough to write within the rules so pretend that if makes sense? thanks babes <3

after hisoka got his hunters license he went back to heavens arena to get some quick money. you were there for personal reasons like spite and proving you could.

by the time you and hisoka crossed paths you were on one of the higher floors and he and you had to fight, and with ur nen abilities (nen ropes/ whips idk I'm lazy to make it but have to have an idea of it) and his you guys would be a fun match to watch so the people who make the matches make sure yall end up fighting.

so by the time you heard of him he was already a rival. from the very beginning he was someone you resented. you felt like you had to prove something to all the spectators and to yourself by beating him.

the day you guys finally fight you were nervous because you knew he was good. you were his last fight of this floor before he would move up and you still had a few more to go before you could level up.

in the end he ended up winning by a long shot and you had to restart that floor. once the match was over you heard him mumble "what a waste of my time" and out of pure spite you where hoping to fight him again, but he was good and probably would get way ahead of you before you could catch up. you just wanted to beat him, or at least to put up a decent fight against him.

you paid attention to his fights and were shocked to see that he threw his last one of the floor. he gave up in 4 seconds, the opponent wasn't even strong. he was smirking as he walked off the mat

when you finally got to the next floor he is still there. in fact you ran into him in the hallways once. he was walking toward you with the same smirk as when he walked off the floor of that fight, he gripped your shoulder making you stop in your tracks and leaned over to whisper "so much potential, what a waste. I won't wait for you this time." that night you found a piece of paper with a date outside your door and knew that's when so schedule the fight. it was as far out as rules would allow but also had enough time for you to finish your other fights.

you took it as a challenge. a "beat me or never see me again" and while you hated him and spited him for beating you and then taunting you, you somehow couldn't stop thinking about him. you trained twice as hard motivated by his stupid hallway match.

yet again you were his last fight of that floor, but this time he was yours as well. you ended up winning that one but it wasn't easy, you thought you weren't going to there towards the end but somehow you pulled through.

it wasn't until you got back to your room that you realized he went easy on you toward the end. that infuriated you. you wanted a fair fight and he didn't give you that. after you entertained his stupid little game. you wouldn't have liked to lose but why would he let you win that's bullshit!

you stormed out of your room and marched straight to his, your hair still damp from your shower, and in your pajamas. you piunded on his room door, having seen him enter it earlier in your stay. he opened the door and didn't seem shocked to see you at all.

"just like i thought, stubborn." you were pissed and in a blind rage. you shoved your way into his room already on a speel about how "you shouldn't have gone easy! I didn't need your fucking charity! you're such a prick, you bait me into it and don't even give me the chance!"

he was getting fed up with it and so he got very close to you, slightly towering over you before leaning down to where his hair was not only in his face but yours and he said "go back to bed little girl, you're lucky I let you win" his bubble gum scented breath hit you in the face only making you more pissed.

but with him being so close if was hard not to notice the beauty of his face. pale, even without his makeup, sharp angular features, his hair was down and wet from, his shower, and his sweet candy smell was intoxicating.

but you still snapped and shoved him backwards with your whole strength. "FUCK YOU" he barely budged and you were just noticing the fact he was in just a towel, your hands just touched over his sculpted chest.

he isn't one to discriminate so he pushed you back, sending you stumbling backwards. you hit the bed in his room and he chuckled. "real cute doll. what a shame you are such an angry little thing, we could've been friends."

you were baffled, why would you be friends with such a bastard. even if he was insanely attractive, and smelled so good. and seemed like maybe he wasn't too terribly rude.

you took a deep breath and replied with the only thought your brain had "you wanted to be friends?" he responded "well I DID but now I think you're quite rude. in your defense I was only easy on you toward the end. and maybe fighting isn't the best way to make friends."

you were still suspicious of him and still has the urge to beat him somehow. "spar with me. tommorow. we train together. that's it." so you got up off his bed and walked away, not risking another look at his stupidly attractive face or his way-too-hot-for-his-own-good body.

so the next day you both met up at a training room and went at it. he whooped ur ass the whole time as you made him swear he wouldn't go easy again. his critical thinking was so good he was so fast and his reflexes were amazing, a good source of Jealousy. you wanted to be that good but sparring with him was not working, you were simply fighting not learning anything.

after you both had been fighting long enough to wear you out you were headed up to your rooms. he said something to you on his way out about training tommorow but you were too caught up in his voice and those stupidly attractive eyes peering from under his hair to look at you.

you went to your room scolding yourself for even acknowledging how handsome hisoka truly is. part of you is half convinced that there is no good reason to not like him, the other half is screaming at you to get ur money from fights become a floor master and then leave for the hunters exam.

the day wasn't even half over so you decided to shower off and check who your next fight was against. you had already put in your date for one and so it was up to floor planners to pair you with a competitor.

after dialing the number and giving the automatic operator your number it would tell you the time date and opponent of your next match. yours was 2 months 5 days away at 4pm against Gido.

gido? you had seen him fight and while you knew how to use nen it would be a sure fire loss for yourself. not to mention you would most likely get injured due to his revenge and spite for new nen users.

you got as much sleep as you could that night and woke up and went straight to hisokas room. he opened the door in just some pajama pants, his hair still down no makeup on and most noticeable no shirt. his body was so defined, you could see every muscle he had damn near.

"would you like coffee? or some tea?" his voice snapped you out of your concentration. while you were drinking coffee in his room he was getting ready to go and train. you both made small talk. the topic of who you were going to fight next came up and you told him the truth.

"I know him I know how he fights and you're not ready. you don't have the skill yet. he'll break you." something sounded different in hisokas voice, worry. it didn't belong there he doesn't know you. hisoka told you that he would help you train and learn to beat gido.

everyday except Wednesdays and Sundays you two trained together. about 2 weeks into that routine you started showing up to his room for coffee every day and would walk to the training rooms together.

he helped you refine your nen and he helped with getting your reflexes up to speed. your petty disliking for him had melted away and you began to view him as a friend, and maybe a little more...

who would be able to help themselves? he was tall and witty and strong. and handsome, you couldn't lie to yourself about finding him attractive. you had a hinting suspicion that he knew you were into him and he was playing with you. it was that or he was just a natural flirt.

three days before your fight on the way back to your rooms after training, you were leaned back against the wall of the elevator facing the opposite walland hisoka had a hand against the wall and was facing the doors. the doors opened to 4 or 5 people looking for an elevator. as they went to walk away hisoka welcomed them inside saying there was plenty of room.

in order to make more room he turned his body to face you. he had his hand still on the wall over your shoulder, but now he was maybe 6 inches away. he looked down at you and asked the dumbest question. "you okay doll?"

it wasn't the name that made it dumb it was the question. obviously you weren't okay you were chest to chest with him in this elevator. granted you had pinned and been pinned by him but that was sparring not just because.

the moment you heard the elevator ding and the doors open you ran out not caring it was five floors below yours. you skipped the next two training days with hisoka as planned.

those days were spent doing stretches, light distance jogs, and other easy work outs to keep your body warm and prepared. the night before your fight you had to rest and eat a good meal that night to prepare for your fight.

the next morning was started at 10am, 6 hours before your fight. you walked to hisokas room to share a cup of coffee or tea. you and him discussed strategies that would be the best to beat gido. then around 2pm you and hisoka decided to go for a jog and do some stretches before heading to the arena.

hisoka walked with you to the arena, his eyebrows knotted together and his usual smirk missing from his face. he kept his head straight but you could see his eyes dart over to look at you. he was short with any conversation, and kept his hands in his pockets.

finally you guys made it to the arena you were scheduled in. hisoka walked all the way to the end of the tunnel with you. that's when he turned to you put his hand on your shoulder and said "be careful please. bail on the fight before you get hurt, don't get stubborn. good luck" with that he turned and went to the bleachers.

the announcer began to quiet the crowd, welcomed you and gido to the platform and had you both bow. you kept a straight face and didn't say a word. gido was already conjuring his tops and they were spinning and flying everywhere. you made a mad break for straight to gido, you got about 5 feet away before he turned into a spinning top himself.

you and hisoka both expected this and you knew that his tops can't target you, they're just going wild in a certain boundary, which provided a small sense of security. you were as close and you could be and were still having to dodge the tops. with him spinning the way he was he couldn't dodge distance attacks.

so you did what you and hisoka had been planning, use one of your nen roped to wrap it around the base of his top and then pull it so he falls. you were using both hands to flick away tops with your rope aiming to throw them out of the ring and trying to stay as close as possible.

you needed to be 5 feet close at least because of how short your ropes are. you eyed the distance and went for it. still using your non dominant hand to smack away tops that got too close and used your dominant hand to flick rope around gidos base.

the fight was over in seconds. you pulled the rope and gido hit the ground. your other hand was busy whipping a top away from you. before you could get your focus to your dominant side it hit you.

a top hit you right in the ribs. the sudden shock made you lose focus of your ropes. that's when the second one hit you, in the knee. and another in the chest, and the head, and the back, and then they continued to spin over you, leaving cuts across your body. there was no recovering from it, the fight was over. good news was gido was still on the ground. so were you.

if the ref wouldn't have given gido that match it likely would have been a terrible outcome. your nose was bleeding, your ribs felt like they were on fire, your head was pounding, your knee was bent at an unusual angle, there was no way you were getting off that floor by yourself.

the announcer was quiet, the crowd held their breath, and the ref was calling for medical. the loudest sound came from the stands. "MOVE OUT OF MY WAY!" and there he was, running down the bleachers and across the arena toward you.

the ref leaned over to tell you medical was on the way and would be a few minutes, hisoka was kneeling on the ground looking at you. "you tried so hard. you almost had him. you did so good." he continued to say these things to you as he smoothed your hair down on your head.

the medical team got there with a stretcher and back board due to the top to the back, and as they were lifting you onto the stretcher you used what little strength you had to reach out and grab hisokas hand. "stay please. I hate hospitals."

so he did. he jogged with the medical team all the way out of the arena and to the infirmary. you were in and out of consciousness due to the pain of your injuries so the hospital gave you pain meds and had to sedate you to do stitches and reset some bones you broke.

when you woke up you were groggy and wanted nothing but to see your only friend on the continent. at this point though was he really a friend? what did you feel for him? was your chest tight from injuries or was it from thinking about him?

you finally assessed your surroundings and saw you were in hisokas room. almost on queue he walked into the room and looked right at you. "you're awake. that's good. how you feeling?" he knew you weren't great, and it was confirmed when you just shook your head instead of speaking.

hisoka sat down in a wooden chair he took from the kitchen to place next to you. he reached one of his long boney hands to hold your face in his hand. he ran his thumb over your cheekbone and just sat and looked at you. he was taking in all the features of your face before he had to go.

he told you about how while you were asleep he talked to the heavens arena board of refs and is trying to get gido disqualified for continuing to fight after the match was called. hisoka sat next to your bed until late just talking. he kept a low voice and would ask you questions occasionally and since you still didn't want to talk, the thought of it made your ribs ache, so you would nod along with his stories.

at some point he had taken his hand from your face, but you reached out and grabbed his other hand with yours. so up until he left your hand sat in his lap comepeletely folded in his.

hisoka went back to his room that night. the next morning there was a knock on your door before you heard hisoka announce he was coming in. this morning you greeted him.

"good morning, what did you bring me?" he shook around a box of tea bags. he must like his morning tea with you just as much as you enjoy it with him. "so good news is gido is getting disqualified. bad news is I won't be able to hangout as much today. I have a match."

hisoka continues talking to you as he made the tea in the other room, and you tried your best to be part of the conversation. you winced as you tried to sit up in bed. you couldn't just sit up due to your ribs and you couldn't push yourself up because of your shoulder.

so you asked hisoka for a little help. "you sure do need alot from me huh? first learning to fight, a cup of my tea every morning, help sitting up." he laughed at his own remark before leaning down to help.

he slid an arm behind your shoulders and gave you support on your way to sit up. it still hurt but being this close to him was worth it. once you were sitting you took the opportunity to wrap your arm over hisokas shoulder, and since his was already behind yours all he had to do was lean into the hug.

"thank you for being so nice to me. I really do like you." your voice was slightly muffled by his shoulder but you said it. loud and clear you told him. he sighed into your hair before saying "I like you alot too. you're a great friend."

hisoka had a match that afternoon so he left you in your room propped up with pillows, remote in reach, phone plugged in next to you and snacks on the nightstand. the match was a long one and when he came back it was evident he got hurt.

he had a slight limp, a bruised eye, split lip, and over all he looked disheveled. and that's after the shower and cleanup. you were sad to see he got hurt but glad to see he is okay and in a good mood. "miss me?"

he was walking toward his wooden kitchen chair next to you. "why don't you sit in bed with me? we can be hurt together." you let a small chuckle out as you watched him limp around to the other side of the bed.

once he was settled into the bed next to you you handed him the remote and asked him to find a movie. as he was scrolling you leaned your head over onto his shoulder and rested it there. his shoulder moved slightly so you took it as a "back off" and sat back up.

until hisoka got his arm all the way up and around you and pulled you back over to lay on him. "I was trying to make it comfortable for you."

you both ended up falling asleep during the movie, and in the morning hisoka wasn't in your bed but your kitchen. he brought you some breakfast and crawled back into your bed to eat with you.

"so um hisoka, I like you. like as a partner. and I just I don't know. I think if you feel the same we can but if not I don't want to waste your or my time and-" you weren't able to finish your sentence do to the pair of lips now on yours.

you let yourself melt into the kiss, he slid his hand to the back of your head to pull you even closer. even though he really wanted to kiss you the way he's been wanting to for 3 months, he was gentle and slow with his movements.

hisoka and you continued business as usual at the arena until you both got to challenge a floor master, then you guys took your winnings and left.

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nothing-but-dreamy · 3 years ago

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CARD KISSING CHALLENGE

Pairing: FFXV! NYX ULRIC x GENDER NEUTRAL!READER

Words: 2.364

Warnings: none; fluff; drinking of alcohol but not too much

A/N: I know... the 'first kiss topic' again. But I can't help myself. I'm such a sucker for that...

Summary: After a rough day, you and your friends are chilling at Yamachang's. All of you start a silly game with an interesting outcome between you and a certain greyish-haired Glaive with blue eyes.

"Sometimes, I could-", Libertus stopped himself, clenching his fists and letting the sentence unfinished while he slumped down on a chair at a table of Yamachang's food stand.

Yamachang watched him and the others. Crowe, Nyx and Pelna, all of them had the same sullen facial expression as they took place in their usual spots. Frowning, he watched the group of friends before his eyes landed on you, who was the last to join.

You stopped at the counter, leaning against it and crossing your arms, "We need five glasses and a bottle of the good stuff, please.", you said, exhausted and with an apologetic smile.

"Something's wrong?", Yamachang asked, looking concerned at the group who seemed to be in a worse mood than usual while preparing your order.

You sighed as you saw Libertus' glance. You pinched the bridge of your nose because you knew what would follow.

"Something's wrong? You really ask if something's wrong?", Libertus said agitated.

But you stopped him, "Calm down finally, will you? It's enough. Your outburst won't change anything.", you said before turning back to Yamachang, "Our Captain, he… well … let me say, he made some questionable choices. It's not as bad as Libertus acts-"

"Excuse me!", Libertus called out and jumped up from his chair.

But you just looked at the tall Ghaladian with a challenging glance, crossing your arms unimpressed about his raging expression.

"It's enough, Libertus. YN is right. Calm down. Drink something.", Nyx said and offered him one of the glasses you had placed on the table a few moments before.

Drinking and the delicious food of Yamachang were able to lift the spirits of the group again and one hour later, the friends were laughing and joking. The Captain's decisions about the new hierarchy within the Kingsglaive were pushed aside till the next week. Now was a well-earned weekend for all of them.

Once again, Nyx filled your empty glass before you touched your glasses with each other to drink the next shot with him.

The warming effect of the booze was already spreading through your body: you felt calmer, everything someone said seemed to be funny and most of the time, you were giggling like a teenager. You were even bumping into Nyx as Pelna told one of his jokes.

Nyx steadied you as you were almost falling from your chair from laughing. He chuckled about your light mood which made him calmer as well. No matter what you had endured in the past, you were still able to laugh, to smile and to be happy. And you were even able to infect the others with your vivid mood.

Once again, Nyx caught himself how his thoughts drifted into a direction he usually banned from his mind. Not because the thoughts were bad - rather quite the opposite.

When he saw you frisky like this, his heart made a little jump. All he ever wanted to see was your smile and your sparkling eyes when you were laughing. Eos became a better place, the world became more colorful and all the bad things seemed to disappear into some shadows when you were happy. At least, this was how Nyx felt when he was with you.

Sometimes, when he thought about you like this, he considered pushing his doubts aside. All the things like relationships between Glaives weren't liked to be seen, or that you maybe weren't interested in him in a romantic way.

He knew you liked him but was he more than just another friend like Libertus and Pelna? Maybe Nyx wasn't even your type of man but then, he never had seen you with someone else. As if dating was out of the question for you. Nyx tried to be close to you and then, when his courage left him, he retreated himself again, cursing that he couldn't speak his mind.

But in Nyx' eyes, the last thing you should be, was to be alone. He wanted to be the one you would go to to seek comfort. Nyx would lay the world to your feet if you would just give him a chance.

"Oh, guys! I have an idea!", Pelna called out, dragging Nyx out of his thoughts while he was jumping up from his chair. He went to Yamachang and came back with a pack of cards.

"No, oh, come on! Not this silly game.", you said annoyed but also grinning because of the effect of the alcohol.

You grinned while Pelna explained the simple rules to the others: The person with the card must suck gently on it to keep it on their lips. While sucking, the card holder must attempt to pass it to the next person.

The card had to be pressed against the lips of the person next to you while keeping sucking. Keeping the card in place until the next person makes contact with it. Then blow gently on the card to release it to the next person. If a card dropped a shot had to be drunk.

It was a stupid teenage game and normally you were sure that your friends wouldn't agree to play it but now, with the right level, all of them played along.

The first round went well. All of you made an effort to play it right. The positions of you all changed for the next round and then, quickly, instead of playing together, Pelna was the first who told a joke to get Libertus and Crowe struggling to let the card drop.

It wasn't working with them. But as Crowe and you were trying to carry the card next, Pelna tried it again and this time, it was working: Crowe chuckled, the card fell down and you and Crowe kissed softly before you two were laughing.

"Pelna! Was that necessary?", Crowe asked, still chuckling.

"No, but it's more fun this way.", the dark haired man said with a charming grin.

You played with the card in your hands, taking the shot to drown it before you turned over to Nyx with a grin, "Ready, hero?"

Nyx matched your smirk, he even felt excited because he would be the closest to you since ever, "Of course.", he answered confidently with a racing heart.

You turned over to him, sucking the card to your lips before Nyx came closer to take the card from you. It was then that you took a look into his perfect, blue eyes you liked so much.

Nyx was able to let your heart skip a beat but the signals he gave you were so ambiguous it was frustrating. On the one hand, you had noticed that Nyx tried to get closer to you and when you tried the same, he retreated himself again from you as if he wasn't sure anymore.

You steadied the card and while Nyx came closer, you prepared yourself to let the card drop. It would be the best opportunity to feel his full, plump lips just for once.

Nyx watched you. Pelna told one of his jokes again but he was barely able to listen to his friend. Your eyes were drawing, your face was so close, your scent clouded his mind and he got himself ready to let the card drop to have the best shot to kiss you.

As the card slipped from your mouth, you met Nyx' lips framed by the stubble he sported. A sensational feeling like fireworks spread through your veins. You knew you didn't have much time and so, you kissed him a bit stronger to show him what you felt for him.

Nyx noticed that this wasn't just an accident. He felt your lips getting stronger against his own. For a moment, his breath hitched in his throat. His mind went blank, goosebumps spread across his skin but before he could react, your lips had left him again.

Libertus, Pelna and Crowe were cheering for the both of you while you chuckled, handing Nyx a next shot. Both of you touched glasses to drown the liquid but Nyx kept you in sight all the time. You, your delicious lips and your enchanting eyes.

One hour and some shots later, you called it a night for yourself. As you stood up from your chair, you were slightly swaying followed by soft chuckling.

Nyx steadied you once again, standing up as well, "Be careful, YN.", he said gently, making a decision within one second, "Alright, I will accompany you to make sure that you'll arrive at home in one piece.", he said, chuckling as he watched you giggling.

You leant against Nyx' side, covering your mouth with your hand to hide the stupid grin, "Might be the best idea, hero."

Libertus looked after you and Nyx before he turned his head back to Pelna and Crowe, "You think one of them will make a try tonight? I mean, since when do they like each other? Months?"

Crowe took another drink, "It feels like years actually. To play this game was a nice idea.", she said to Pelna.

Pelna grinned, bowing slightly, "Well, to be honest? I couldn't watch these two dancing around each other any longer. Obviously, it worked. I just hope one of them will be smart enough to take this chance."

You and Nyx walked side by side through the streets of Insomnia's underground to reach your place. It wasn't far away from Yamachang's and not even far away from Nyx' own place but you were glad to have Nyx by your side. Although you had noticed how silent Nyx had become.

"So, thanks a lot for bringing me home safely.", you said, turning around to Nyx as you reached the entrance of your apartment complex.

Nyx watched you and how your eyes were sparkling, "No problem. It… it was a nice evening, tho."

"Yeah, it was indeed very nice.", you admitted. You wanted to say more, mentioning the kiss again but you didn't know how.

Nyx grinned and stepped forward, pulling something out of one pocket of his pants. The courage had been back, he just had to use it, "What do you think? Wanna try it again? I'm sure we can do that better.", he said, raising a card between his index finger and middle finger.

You grinned, raising one eyebrow, "Ulric, you're so competitive? I had no idea."

"Well, I just hate to lose.", Nyx answered with a lopsided smirk. This time, he prepared the card with his mouth but as you came closer, he let it drop how you had done it earlier. And then, as he felt your lips, Nyx leant in even more. He closed his eyes and deepened the kiss before you could back off.

He cupped your face, knotting his fingers with your hair and pulling you closer, working his mouth against yours in a gentle but hungry way. He felt that you moved along. Your hands were clinging to his shirt and you even pulled him closer.

Nyx just broke the kiss as his lungs demanded fresh oxygen. He leant back to look insecurely into your eyes what your reaction might be after this second kiss.

"I- I thought you hate to lose...", you breathed against Nyx' mouth.

"I never was talking about the card. I didn't want to lose another moment with you after I could taste you.", Nyx whispered with a racing heart.

"Oh, is that so? Then, do us both a favor and stop talking.", you said with a grin, pulling Nyx back to you for another kiss.

Nyx was startled. He had just hoped it would work to kiss you again and now, you took him by surprise as it actually worked. So, before your lips connected again, he stopped you, "Wait a sec... y-you mean, you want this? You... you want me?", he stuttered.

"Why so shocked, hero? Or were you just joking?", you asked, half amused and half concerned that he just had made fun of you.

Nyx shook his head as he saw doubts in your eyes, "No! No, I wasn't joking. I just... I... you never showed much interest in me."

"I know. I tried but... It was just... I wasn't sure about your feelings for me. You showed so many different reactions towards me. You came closer. Then, you retreated yourself again. I was a bit confused about your signals and decided to wait for your next step. You're so good at hiding what you really want. But trust me, I would have talked to you soon."

"Really? Why?", Nyx asked surprised.

"Because you… Nyx, you ... you drive me crazy. Every time when we're together, I want to hold your hand so badly. I want to kiss you. Be close to you. Feeling your arms around me. I was just waiting for you to make a step or to show a sign. Anything.", you explained softly.

"You mean a sign like the kiss back at Yamachang's?"

"Well yeah, I... I tried to show you how I feel about you...at least, I hoped you would understand."

"You did a great job. I felt a lot of things at this moment. That was... the kiss was the reason why I found the courage to make this step.", Nyx admitted with a shy smile.

You stepped closer, roaming slowly over Nyx' chest where you felt his increasing heartbeat underneath your touch. Slowly, you looked up, meeting his eyes, "Well, now, where we have sorted this out could you... fuck damnit, Nyx!", you scolded him impatiently but with a small chuckle, "Could you please just kiss me?", you begged before you gnawed on your lower lip.

Nyx watched your moves closely. How your teeth dug into the soft skin, how sexy you were when you looked at him through your lashes. He cupped your face once again, caressing your cheeks softly with his thumbs before he leant forward, "Oh, trust me, nothing would please me more.", he answered grinning with a pounding heart before he kissed you as passionately as he could.

It was the first real kiss. The next step into something bigger between you and the hero with the soft blue eyes.

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